Jester

Summary : At a panel, pushing one of Stark Industries new tech, you bump into one of the companies most feared rivals.

Warnings : Smut, Kinks, Rough, Sorta Not Consent

Word Count : 1,865

"-and that is how Stark Industries will ensure safety and quality above all in our projects." I finish, gaining a light applause from the audience. 

Being one of the front spokespersons for Stark Industries wasn't great. Being made to talk to a room full of military men and scientists who barely take me seriously. Whenever I brought it up to my boss he brushed it off, "just wear something flashy, then it doesn't matter what you say,". That is what I feared. I'm a smart woman and I hate that I have to prove it just because I have tits.

Today's event was a small investment event from the military. They want to drop a corporation due to 'funds'. Most of the time, we, as a company, would be fine, between Mr Starks charisma and well, just that. But this time is different, we are up against Oscorp. A company that has rivalled Stark Industries since the 80s, and now one of us is guaranteed to fall. This was serious, and for once I took Starks' advice. A slick red dress, plunging neckline, hugging my waist in all the right places. 

I hear a clap away from the crowd to my left, on the stage next to me behind his own podium, was Dr Norman Osborn himself. When I arrived at the event, I didn't realise I'd be against the head of the opposing company. I don't think he did either, the look of shock on his face, when instead of the arrogance of Tony Stark leaving the limo, it was just me. The shock didn't last long, as his face transitioned into a soft smirk and a greeting nod as I walked past. The same nod of which I regard him to applaud.

These events are awful, but at least Dr Osborn is a respectful rival. Unlike others I have been against, he praises my knowledge and tactics. However, he is still a rival, so maybe this is a tactic of his own. If either company falls, the man at the top will fall the furthest. 

The clapping in the room diminished as Dr Osborn raised his hand to speak. "Thank you, Ma'am, for your wonderful representation of Stark Industries. I hope you take both our points into consideration, and we will await your verdict," He smiles before motioning to the stairs next to him to exit the stage. I smile back at the crowd before walking over. Norman extends a hand for me to walk first. The few steps off the stage were metal and rickety and wobbled vigorously under the weight of my first step, causing me in turn to start falling backwards. Until a warm hand rests on the lower of my back to steady me. It stays there for the remainder of the steps, before gently leaving again as a few representatives call Dr Osborn. He smiled at me before hurrying away. 

I excuse myself from a few members asking questions and enter the bathroom. I walk up to the mirror to see my face flushed red. I get many remarks at these events but no one has ever touched me, probably because of the fear of Iron Man. Either way this wasn't normal, and if it was anyone else I would have done anything to get him off, but the only thing I felt was the sadness as the small amount of contact left. One girl left the stall, cleaned her hands and left, leaving me here alone. I cannot let this get to me. This is probably a tactic, it always is with these people, all they want is money and fame, this is my job I can't let them get to me.

I can feel my heart racing.

I can't let him do this.

I can't breathe.

How has he done this?

This dress is too tight.

I hunch over the sink and focus on my breathing. I cannot blow this, this is Stark Industries, if they lose this funding it's on me. Tony made that very clear. I take a deep breath and look back at the girl in the mirror. And the man behind her. I flinch and spin around, still red but no longer hyperventilating. 

"What are you doing here? This is the ladies room," I glared. Remembering my place here. Do not let him get to me. 

"Forgive me," He begins, a hand falling against his chest, then moving up to adjust his tie, "I saw you leave in a hurry, I wanted to ensure you were alright.". I study him, what he is doing, what his plan is.

"Well, Dr Osborn, I am fine," I say, standing up straight. Then he studies me in turn. I watch as his eyes trail from my face down my body. "You shouldn't be in here," I reminded him.

"I know we may be against each other right now but I do grow concerned, for a lady like yourself to be here," He says, gesturing around himself. 

"Are you threatening me, Dr Osborn," I guess he sees his tactic failed  " I know what's at stake here," He doesn't know who he's dealing with "I know my place here, do you Dr Osborn?" I finish my ramble, glaring at him, grating my teeth. Then I saw something behind his eyes. Something new. I saw his posture change and a smirk appear on his smooth lips. 

"I think someone should put you in your place." He growled, lunging forwards. Hands slamming either side of me against the sink. My heart is racing, his lips inches from mine. 

"You think you're above us all just because you can convince half a room with your breasts," he says through gritted teeth. Raising his left hand to touch the seam of the dress, the knuckles of his fingers grazing my right breast. 

"I'm not that kind of girl Dr Osborn," I say, going to push past him, after he left my right side exposed. He let out a laugh and grabbed me by the throat, freezing me in place. 

"Oh but you are, dearie," the nickname dripping in venom, "you are exactly that, a little play thing for us top dogs. And Stark has been hoarding you for far too long," He continues, leaning down to my neck. I squirm under his grasp, lifting a hand to push against his shoulder. 

He is hot, and I would, but not like this. I'm a professional.

He growled and grabbed my wrists with his left hand, pushing them down between us. Arms so strong it's useless to fight back. His right hand came up behind the back of my neck, pulling me into him. I let out a whimper as he started kissing and biting around my neck. My whimpers turn to quiet moans and I feel him grin against my neck. 

"That's what I thought," he mumbles before going back to work on my neck. After a minute of nibbles and bites that sent sparks through my body I knew there was no point fighting back, I relaxed my arms and leant back into the sink.

Norman pulled back and kissed me roughly on the lips, the hand on the back of my head sliding up to yank my hair back. I gasp leaving him free to roam my mouth, so I kiss him back with as much force as I can to try and match him. He lets out a low growl before letting go of my wrists to grab my thigh. My wrists ache from the grip he had, but I can't focus on that long enough. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck, pulling his head down to deepen the kiss, no matter how impossible that was. 

His hand squeezed my thigh before his other hand met my other thigh, lifting me up on top of the sink. He pulled away and looked at me, his eyes so deep I could barely see what colour they were. Lips red, swollen and glistening in each other's saliva. His chest heaving as he caught his breath, as did I. 

One of his hands moves to the inside of my thigh, before I see his lips twist into a grin once more. His hand glides up my thigh, his thumb grazing over my damp covers, pressing down slightly on my clit. I gasp, still refusing to break eye contact. 

"Good girl," He whispers, before roughly grabbing my underwear and ripping it down my legs. The voice in the back of my head screaming to run is getting quieter and quieter. Every part of me he touches leaves fireworks and a longing for more. 

He steps back slightly, starving me of all physical contact to focus on his belt buckle. All sanity has left me, acting on pure instinct and lust. Before he has a chance I lean forward, and pull him back to me, kissing him roughly and wrapping my legs around his waist. I can feel his penis through his layers, putting pressure on my dripping core. 

Taken by surprise, he freezes for a moment before yanking my hair back, pulling me away from his lips. "Learn your place girl," he spat, inches away from me once more. He continued to undo his belt and slide down his clothes, revealing his erection. Grabbing it in one hand, the other found the back of my neck, he gave a wide grin before slamming into me, all the way to the hilt. I scream out in pain before two fingers cut me off.

"Quiet." He said through gritted teeth, setting a harsh steady pace.

It took everything to keep myself from screaming more. Pain grew to pleasure, as yelps grew to moans, his hips erratic as I felt the coil deep inside tightening. His fingers withdrew from my mouth as his hand found my neck, tightening slightly, I squeezed my eyes shut. 

"Good girl, cum with me," He says breathlessly, hitting into me harder than before. I did as commanded. Fireworks hit every part of my body as I bite my lip to stop my screaming again. Seconds later I feel him coat my insides, his forehead rests on my shoulder as he quietly grunts. After a few seconds I go to move my arm, not before his hand tightens around my neck for the last time as he pulled away from me.

"Remember who you belong to girl," He snarls. Suddenly I regained my thoughts, as if his presence clouded where we were, what we were doing. I part my lips to speak, "You're not Starks anymore," He grins before pulling his clothes back up and stepping backwards. I sat there, covered in sweat, clothes clinging to me, staring at him. What have I done? 

I scan Norman as he straightens his tie and runs his hand through his hair. Was this always his plan? I watched as he studied me back, as his eyes softened and his grin dropped, his expression changing from the proud demeanour to pure panic.