Marvelous

Although unbeknownst to you was how many times late into the night with soft footsteps Steve would sneak into Bucky's room or vice versa. The both of them worked up over all the depraved and dirty images of you and your hands on them flashing in their heads as they tried to sleep. Soft kisses to muffle their desperate moans against the others lips, hips pressed up against one another. A hand each wrapped around the other man's cock fisting it trying to get the thoughts of you to quiet down in their heads. Them pulling apart slowly in the end with swollen lips, cum covered chests and the odd unfulfillment of both men secretly wishing you were squeezed between them.

In the middle of a particularly nasty fight with your boyfriend about the same topic he let his own infidelity slip, admitting he cheated on you.

“Well, I'm glad I cheated on you, it only makes us fair if you’re going around screwing and whoring yourself out for your roommates” His words replayed in your head even now as you sluggishly pushed your way inside your apartment.

The front door slamming shut and your muffled sniffles and cries have Steve and Bucky jumping up on their feet before you even make it fully inside.

”Hey hey sweetie what happened” Steve coos as he lightly tries wiping away your tears with the sleeve of his shirt though more and more just kept pouring from your eyes. Steve was to your right and Bucky to your left, they often crowarded your space but an odd comfort and sense of security came with it, especially now. In an attempt to explain you let out broken words cut off with cries and sniffles that sound like gibberish to the boys.

“Let's sit down, sweets okay?” Bucky questions softly and hesitantly as they both lead you with a hand hovering over your back towards the large couch In the living room. Nodding and dragging your feet you let them guide you, finally sitting and taking a moment to compose yourself. You steal a glance either side of you at your wonderful roommates, only making a larger pit grow in your stomach. You were upset but more than anything worried about their reactions.

With a deep breath in you finally start explaining what happened.

“John and I had a fight again… about the same thing as always him saying i had to be cheating on him with one of you, he even accused me of sleeping with both of you” you scoff softly recalling his vile tone with his accusation. Wordlessly you watch the boys exchange an unreadable glance at one another before they return their eyes to you. “What about this fight made you cry?” Steve questions. You hadn't cried ever after a fight about this with him, only complained. They watched as tears brimmed in your eyes again, Steve's hands were fidgeting in his lap, itching to touch you. He wanted to comfort you but it felt wrong to touch you when talking about you fighting with your boyfriend specially over them. Bucky silently mulling over the information encouraging you to go on with a soft nod, while also trying to refrain from touching you no matter how bad he felt the urge to.

“And he blurted out how he's glad he also cheated on me so that makes us fair..” your tears finally spill over and hit your thighs soaking your jeans a bit as you put your head down, bracing yourself for their reactions mostly Buckys. He was known to be a little hot headed especially when it came to you being hurt. You can feel both men fuming each side of you, Steve suddenly now reaching out and rubbing up and down your thigh. Pushing away his anger at your boyfriend as much as he can, he pushes your face up softly with his fingers so you look at him. “He doesnt deserve you if that's the way he thinks” you could hear the hatred for the man behind Steve's words though he tried to hide it.

“Oh he’s a fuckin’ dead man” Bucky fumes and in a flash is up off the couch, fists balled at his sides ready to wring your boyfriends neck. Lunging forward across Steve's lap to grab Bucky's hand and stop his stampede you pull at him so he looks at you. “No please dont, just stay here with me.. we broke up anyway” your voice comes out soft and a bit wobbly still near the end as it was full of desperation. Though the emotion was mostly for the fact you wanted to just be comforted by them both. You miss the way their eyes light up and glance at each other when the words ‘break up’ register in their heads. When Bucky still hasn't moved though now it's more from shock you turn your head to face Steve. You hadn't realized how close your faces were but give him a pleading look with your eyes asking for his help.

Both of the boys feel as though their hearts are gonna burst out of their chests and they’d be okay with it if they died like this. Your soft hand in Bucky’s pulling him still towards you, fingers slowly intertwining with his rough ones. The warmth from your hand seeping into his usually cold one. Your body draped across Steve's lap and your face inches away from his, your eyes glued to his. The smell of your perfume surrounding him, the scent making his head go foggy.

The blonde shallows thickly before finally finding his voice, “You want us both to stay and comfort you?” He questions and even tests the waters by letting his hand drift to your lower back. You nod in the direction of both of them, watching slowly as Bucky's tense shoulders relax and he turns his body to face you.

Moving slowly as if he were trying not to spook you like a deer, he bends down and softly grabs ahold of your face so you're looking right in his eyes.

“He didn’t fucking deserve you never did, not like we do..” Bucky's anger was still clearly a bit prevalent, he couldn’t believe the asshole would cheat when he had you. He didn’t mean to slip up at the end, yet there was the underlying satisfaction of the fact that you were nearly all theirs now.

You thought your heart was gonna beat out of your chest now and Steve was ready to smack his roommate upside the head for letting both their feelings for you come out. “What buck meant to say-” you cut him off in the middle. “Show me what I deserve..” you say with determination while looking into bucky's eyes though it’s aimed equally at both men. They’re both frozen for a moment looking at you in shock, if this was some weird shared wet dream they don't ever wanna wake up. After a grumbled ‘fuck it’ leaving the brunette’s mouth breaks the silence, he surges forward crashing his lips against yours. A squeal leaving your mouth morphs into a soft hum of appreciation. Heat floods your whole body and down your core at the prolonged intense kiss.

You’ve never been kissed with this much love and excitement in your life, it sends your head spinning when you pull away. A smirk blooms on his face as he takes in both yours and Steve's love-struck and frozen expressions. Taking the reins, Bucky softly moves your face over to face your roommate once again and takes one hand off your face to plant on the back of the other man's neck. “How about you give Stevie some lovin’ huh baby?” He directed softly only making your head spin more and giving Steve flashbacks of Buck guiding him on how to please him. You could feel him getting hard under you as your body was still pressed against his lap, the feeling giving you a confidence boost. That coupled with a small nudge from the brunette's hands on the both of you, your lips crash together.

The feeling snapping Steve out of his frozen state as he lets out a choked whine, kissing you felt better than he could've ever imagined and he had multiple nights. Grabbing a hold of your body he lifts you up and onto his lap, only breaking the kiss for a second. His lips return to yours as his hands now finally allowed to roam your body. Running up and down your thighs, pushing up at the bottom of your shirt, rubbing down your back. “We’ll show you just how much you deserve to be appreciated sweetie, gladly” he groans against your lips.

“Please~” you whine into the kiss and lightly grind your hips against his. You hadn't noticed Bucky's hands leaving your body until they returned rubbing at your neck and down your arms as he was moving to sit on the coffee table in front of the couch, your back facing him. His knee slots under you and between the other man's thighs, supporting your body on their legs. His hands help Steve’s along in removing your shirt, kissing down your spine softly. “Wanna mark you up so bad sweets make you ours, shoulda always been ours” Buck mouths against your back and sucks leaving a trail of hickies down your spine as he runs his hands down your thighs and over the blondes wasit.

You pull away from the kiss, your eyes glazing over in lust as you take in Steve's swollen lips and flushed face. “Mark me please, more both of you” you whine out greedily as Bucky grabs onto your chin manipulating your face so your head is turned to face him and kisses you feverishly again. The boys work in perfect tandem and sync to strip you of your pants as well as maneuver around so now you are on your back pressed against the soft suddenly not nearly large enough couch and Steve is nestled between your thighs. Bucky is crouched down by your face and chest next to the couch.

Steve hands have a bruising grip on your hips as he lifts them so your legs are propped up on his muscular thighs. “God he’s such an idiot, how could he cheat when he had all this? Huh? God we wanted you so bad baby you have no idea” he rambles out as his hands worship and rub at your hips and thighs and even down your legs. “Wanted to feel these hips and thighs wrapped around my head so bad, thought about it every night fuck” he groans. “We both thought such dirty things about our pretty little roomate baby” Buck chimes in from beside you.

You were certain your panties were ruined by now, soaked with your slick, your clit throbbing in desperation for even just one of them to give attention to it. Your hips buck up in response to his words and his hands. Bucky’s hands were palming at your tits and rubbing your arms as he marked up your neck and chest. Reaching under you he unclasps your bra, pulling the one strap down to reveal your breast closest to him, he starts to lick and suck on your nipple. “Fantasized about these fuckin’ pretty tits in my face as you’d ride me sweets” he moans agianst your chest as his one hand gropes the neglected tit. “Mmm fuck~” you gasp out in response to their words and when steve bites down on the plush and senstive skin of your inner thigh. You were almost entirely naked and their large heater bodies pressed against your exposed skin fought off any type of breeze in the room. Your body felt on fire, from the two sets of roaming hands and the two desperate mouths marking and exploring your body, worshiping every inch. Whines and moans coming from all three of you filled the apartment.

By now there was hardly any un-bruised skin, hickies littered your chest and back from Bucky, bite marks and hickies covered your stomach and thighs from Steve and you swore you had fingertip sized bruises from their grip on you. They didn't wanna let go, they held onto you the whole time both too afraid that if they did the moment would end. The boys wanted to spend hours like this if you'd let them.

You were theirs now whether you really knew it or not and they were never gonna stop showing you the appreciation you deserve and they were far from done.

You and steve both loved giving him the pleasure, that's how you slowly brought him out of his shell since the accords happened. You steve and bucky , lived in a secluded cottage in Massachusetts, where it was safe and no one could find you, steve would leave for his little missions sometimes when natasha called ,other than that it was just the three of you.

You both took care of Bucky, you knew he was fragile, a little grumpy but still very fragile. Bucky was finally becoming his old charming self, he even asked you to let him eat your pussy, he was quite eager, he needed a little help of course cuz he hasn't done it in a long fucking time.

So you and steve agreed , and thats how you ended up like this, with your legs spread apart by the blonde super soldier's arms, your back against his chest, Bucky was kneeling in front of you waiting for Steve's words. "Go ahead baby boy, lick our pretty girl's pussy."

And bucky did, he was eager giving you messy licks like he would eat his ice cream, you moaned in pleasure.

"give her long licks from the bottom bucky that's what gets her going." Bucky did as steve said, licking ling stripes from your hole . He continued his actions, before steve told him to stop.

He moved you around in his arms a little , before licking pushing his two fingers in your mouth, you liked it coating it with your saliva. "Good girl" the blonde soldier praised you.

"see now is the important part buck" he pressed his fingers to your entrance, Bucky watched closely, "you gotta prep her with your fingers too" he teased your hole with his index finger, before pushing it in, making you moan in pleasure.

"spit on it puppy" steve told Bucky, Bucky looked at him hesitantly. "She likes it babyboy trust me, that pussy likes to be covered in spit, makes her even wetter" . Bucky gathered the saliva in his mouth and spit it on your pussy, steve praised him making him blush. "Good boy, now you can spit in her mouth too, but i assume you already know that , she's a dirty slut, you can use her however you want." Steve saying those things about you turned you on so much, you wanted nothing more than to ride tour husband at this moment, taking his big cock in your bare pussy, but you knew this was meant for bucky, so you remained stoic, except for the moans you left out.

"hear those sounds, you gotta follow em, it'll let you find her sweet spot, just like daddy does when he fingers that ass of yours, our girl had a sweet spot in her pussy too , you'd have stimulated it when you fucked her, but that was probably because your cock is too big for her tiny pussy, but when you eat her out it's very important to find it." Bucky nodded as if taking mental notes of the points steve said, he wanted to please you so badly, make you feel as food as steve, he'd seen steve eat you out so many times, and he wanted to try it..

Steve pulled hsu fingers out of your dripping hole with a pop.

"now put your tongue in her, swirl it around,push it in deeper" bucky put his hot tongue in your hole, doing just as steve instructed him, and og not it felt good . You couldn't control your screams.

"go as deep as you can bucky , she loves it .....see how she's wiggling in my arms. Good now fuck her with it, push your tongues in and out , kick you do with your cock when you fuck her, just like that . Good puppy you're a fast learner " the praises form steve along with your noises made Bucky more eager to please you.

"hnm feels so good bucky uhh" you barely go your words out before you came all over the brunette's face.

Steve seemed disappointed, "tsk tsk, no buck that's not how you do it, you can't let her come so easily" Bucky looked at him with those puppy eyes, he knew he disappointed his captain and he was sad.

"sorry captain, can I try again, makd pretty girl come right this time."

You crane to see him over the back of the couch as he peeks through the archway. You keep your voice low, "Hello, Mr. Barber."

He nods his head and gives a half-wave. He backs out of site and there's rustling and scuffing as he leaves his things by the door. Mr. Barber is like that; quiet but seemingly judging everything and everyone.

He comes in, walking softly, and peeks over the sofa cushions.

"He asleep?" He asks as he peers down at the little boy against your hip, slumped into your lap.

"Fell asleep twenty minutes in," you smile.

He nods. Mr. Barber is hard to read. Strict. You feel so small whenever he looks at you. Not just physically, but in every other way. He's your boss. He pays you for watching his son and you scrape the hourly toll up to pay rent. Next to your two other jobs, it gets you by.

"Let me get him," he comes around and scoops up Caleb. You cautiously stand as he does. He stays close, "why don't you wait here? I'll call you a cab." His blue eyes list away, "sorry I'm late."

"All good," you put your palms up appeasingly. "Thank you."

He dips his chin again and steps away. You listen to his footfalls as you sit back down. This time you can't bring yourself to lean back. You grab the remote and shut off the TV. You teeter on the edge and tap your toes anxiously.

Maybe you should tell him you're fine catching the bus. You feel bad and you don't need the taxi fare adding to your expenses. You think of it but can't bring yourself to get up. You still feel like everything you do is an imposition. He's paying you to be there yet you feel as if you're intruding.

You exhale and roll your shoulders. You sidle back on the cushion. You'll wait until he has Caleb in bed before you both.

You check your phone. The bus won't be too much longer. You flip through a few apps then set it aside. You rub your eyes then tilt your head back on your neck. As you do, you feel something tickle your nose and chin.

You wince and put your head straight. Pressure tightens around your neck, drawing firm from behind. You touch the fabric against your throat and squeak. What the heck?

"Shhh," the hush crawls along your hair.

You look up as Mr. Barber leans over you with a smirk. You gulp and curl your fingers under the silk. He tugs until your airway clogs.

"Put your hand down," he says.

You bat your lashes at him, eyes straining as you tilt your head back further to see him. He tisks and taps your crown.

"Let go."

You put your head straight and drop your head, confusion pulsing through your veins. He slowly comes around, extending his arm as he keeps you at length, like a dog on a leash. You frown as you notice his loose collar, his tie knotted around your neck.

"Mr. Barber, are you playing around?" You ask.

"Playing..." he tugs and you slide forward. "With you."

You grip the tie as the knot gets tighter. He yanks again and you clamour to your feet. He catches your chin as his other hand winds up the tail of the tie.

"Stop touching. You're breaking the rules."

"Mr. Barber--"

"Ah, ah, no talking," he drags his finger up to your lips. "You don't want to wake our son."

Your blood turns cold. You search his face in horror. What does he mean?

"Are you alr--"

He tugs and you cough. He growls and shakes his head.

"I'll be nice if you behave," he grits.

You blink as hot tears rise along your lashes. Why is he doing this?

"You're a good girl, aren't you? I know you are. You never complain... even when I can see you want to. You wait around even when I'm late," he leads you around with the tie as he drops his other hand. "You take care of our boy and... you obey."

You shudder as you let him guide you. You don't know what else to do. You're entirely thrown off by the suddenness of it all. And you're scared. It's like he said... he'll be nice, but he could be mean.

"It's been a long day, honey," he brings you around the couch and through the archway. "I'm just going to do some reading, settle into bed."

He takes you up the stairs, one by one, a smug curve in his lips. You can hardly look at him. You're horrified. You're just letting him do all this. You could scream. You should.

He brings you down the hall and your feet slip on the hardwood. You don't go in his room. Not ever. That's what he told you not to do.

He opens the door and draws you inside. Your eyes skim the space. It all looks very normal.

He leads you to the bed and sits you down. He urges you onto your back, high up on the pillow and loops the tie around the post. Your body locks up as you stare at him.

He moves around the room, undressing as his shadow paints the wall. He comes to the other side and slides onto the mattress. The friction of pages scratches in your ears as the bed jostles. He reaches over and pets your head. He follows the length of the tie and unhooks it.

He tugs you over to him. You turn on your side to keep from choking. He has the book over his naked lap. You blanch at the shameless sight.

"I worked so hard, honey, don't you wanna help daddy relax," he purrs.

You pull, just a little on the tie and he snarls, yanking you so his tip hits your nose. He's hard and wanting. You're scared.

"What did I say about being nice?" He sneers. "So open up and be a good girl."

Your eyes sting. You need the money. You need the money. It's just this one time, right? He's just... being weird and tomorrow, you can forget.

You open your mouth and circle his tip. It's salty. You close your eyes and urge yourself down until you can't take anymore. He sighs and you feel him relax. He rests his hand on your head and raises the book with his other.

"That's it, honey," he clutches your hair and pulls you up, "I needed this."

You kept your head down and continued gathering the discarded plates as Andy’s heavy footsteps came down the hall. He entered the dining room and leaned against the old-fashioned buffet that took over one wall, his arms crossed over his chest. You felt his eyes on you, but you kept your own eyes down and didn’t say anything. You knew better now. 

You had a tall stack of plates now that you wanted to take into the kitchen, but you were afraid of turning your back on him and leaving the room. So, you stood where you were, and you waited. 

Finally, he cleared his throat. You looked up. “You were awfully quiet at dinner,” he said, softly, but there was an edge of steel in his tone. 

“No, I–” you started and immediately regretted it. That was a bad word. “I just didn’t have much to add to the conversation.” The guests were all Andy’s colleagues and their spouses. It’d been too much shop talk to keep track of. On top of being so many more people than you were used to.

Andy made a thoughtful little hum before he continued. “Barbara commented on it, as she said goodbye. Wanted to be sure you were ok, hadn’t felt left out.”

You forced a smile, trying to stop your hands from shaking. “Yes, I’m fine. I had a nice time. It was a good dinner.”

He pushed himself off of the buffet, straightening to his full height. “Really, you thought it was a good dinner? With a dry turkey and an unfriendly hostess?”

You couldn’t help the way you blanched. You’d never cooked a whole turkey before or anything like it.  And you didn’t have access to the internet right now, so you were limited to the highbrow cookbooks Andy had bought for you. While those recipes were detailed, they didn’t exactly have tips and tricks for beginners. You’d tried your best. And no one at dinner had complained. Everyone seemed to enjoy it. You’d thought it was ok. But he didn’t want to hear you defend yourself, so you said nothing. 

He looked at the dirty dishes spread across the table and scowled. “Finish cleaning this up,” he said. “We’ll continue this conversation when you’re done.”

You nodded quickly with a quiet, “Yes, Andy,” trying to keep your sigh of relief inside. He hadn’t said you’d continue the conversation downstairs, hadn’t said anything about a timeout or a punishment. You might be ok. You might get off with just a lecture. You could handle an upstairs lecture—kneeling at Andy’s feet while he listed all the ways you’d disappointed him and everything you needed to do to be better. Sometimes you even got to stay fully clothed. Lectures were fine. Lectures were easy. As long as you got to stay upstairs, you’d be ok.

Without another word, he moved into the kitchen. You heard him opening and closing the fridge as you continued organizing the dishes into neat stacks to hopefully make cleaning up a little easier. He came back with a beer in his hand, moving through to the living room to watch the evening game. As he started to walk by the table, the movement drew your eye to something, his reflection caught in the shiny steel. The carving knife. Just lying there next to the turkey.

The knife block had sensors in it, just like all the doors downstairs or the front door of the house. You had to scan your wristband every time you needed to use a knife while cooking and it would send an alert to Andy’s phone, letting him know whenever you used one, for how long, and when you put it back. But the carving knife, he’d taken that out himself today. As the man of the house, he had to be the one to carve the turkey. And then he’d just left it there, forgotten about it. The carving knife.

As you stood there, staring at it, it was like all of the parts of yourself he’d worked so hard to turn off, suddenly came roaring back on. How much you hated the dress you currently wore. How exhausted you were after working in the kitchen all day without a single thank you. The lecture that you knew awaited you, being forced to kneel at his feet. All of your own holiday traditions that had been stolen from you so that you could accommodate his. Everything he’d taken from you. The rage bubbling up inside of you was cleansing. You felt it giving you new breath, new life. You felt yourself coming back.

You looked up at Andy as he continued to move, his back to you now. That perfect, broad expanse. You could see it so clearly. The way you’d bury that knife between his shoulder blades. You lunged across the table.

Andy spun around as soon as he heard you move, his bottle of beer slipping from his hand, it’s contents spilling everywhere. Somehow, in that instant, he saw what you were grasping for and lunged for it too. Oh god, he was so much closer to it. You'd timed it all wrong. You were stupid in your desperation and anger. Oh well. You'd already made the choice. There was no turning back now.

You threw yourself onto the table, arm outstretched, dirty plates beneath you, just as his hand wrapped around the handle of the knife. You let out a guttural scream as he threw it away from you and it clattered against the baseboards. 

A beat too late, you tried to crawl backward, your knees struggling for purchase on the tablecloth, plates crashing to the floor, but Andy had already grabbed your still outstretched arm, dragging you towards him as you flailed, trying and failing to grab onto anything that might help you. 

He pulled you over the edge of the table and you fell to the floor, landing harshly in a jumble, more plates falling around you. He loomed over you, face completely overtaken by rage. But it couldn’t compare to yours. You kicked out wildly, indiscriminately and you’d never felt more satisfied than when you landed a few hits to his shins and he grunted in pain. Your satisfaction was short-lived, however, as he recovered and reached down to wrap his hands around both your wrists, even as you struggled as hard as you could to get away from him. 

He didn’t say a word as he dragged you across the floor. That was fine. You had no problem filling the silence. “You fucking motherfucker!” you screamed, the frustration and terror and anger of the last several months finally finding an outlet. “I hate you! I’m gonna kill you! I’m gonna burn this house to the fucking ground!”

Your struggles kicked up a notch as he opened the door to the basement with one hand, the other now holding on to both of your wrists. “No!” you yelled. “You can’t fucking do this! I’m done pretending to be your perfect little wife! You can’t–”

He wasn’t gentle at all as he yanked you down the stairs. You had to pause your fighting and screaming as you fell, the breath knocked out of you. You tried to protect your head, tried to protect any part of your body you could as you hit every step. Your dress did nothing to help as it gathered above your waist. You were exposed and vulnerable. But what else was new? You were immune to it now, after being debased every single day for months.

He paused at the bottom of the stairs to adjust his hold on you, using both hands to drag you again. Still, he said nothing. But you caught your breath and resumed your litany of hate. “You’re so fucking weak. You’re pathetic. Of course, you had to buy a wife. Who would love you willingly?” The carpet burned your skin as he dragged you across it, but you continued to struggle, continued to scream. Nothing would stop you now. “You’re disgusting. Embarrassing.”

He stopped in front of the door to the quiet room and you almost laughed. Did he really think this was just some little tantrum a time-out would fix?  Did he really not understand the rage and power that flowed through you now? Did he really think a few hours in the dark would quell this? No way. After everything you’d been through, everything you felt now, you could handle the quiet room.

He threw you in and closed the door behind you. You sank down into the darkness. This was fine. This was great. The darkness couldn’t hurt you.

You’d forgotten what it was like to have no understanding of the passage of time. It’d been hours. It had to have been hours. Right? 

He would come get you soon. What would you do then? Attack him as best you could. The rage still coursed through you. You were done laying down for him.

It must be getting late. It’d already been evening when the guests left. You were so tired now. Exhausted. But you had to be ready when Andy opened the door.

You startled awake as the furnace whirred to life. You were slumped over against the wall, your face pushed into the cinder block. It felt grimy.

You didn’t remember falling asleep. How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? Where was Andy? Whatever tenuous grasp you’d had on what time it was was completely gone now. That was ok. Andy would come soon and you’d beat the shit out of him, and then you would know what time it was.

It was the hunger that hit you first, but the thirst hit you harder. You knew now that this was the longest he’d ever left you here. You’d never gone hungry like this before. Well. He would let you out soon. He had to.

Your stomach hurt with how hungry you were. Your throat ached. Would he just let you die down here? Was he that angry? So angry that he’d decided to cut his losses. Start over with someone new. Was starving to death better than your life upstairs? Or the basement? You honestly didn’t know.

You were sprawled across the floor, as much as you could in the small space. What was the point of being upright? You could barely even tell which way was up anymore. It was all just darkness.

Suddenly, you were hit by a sliver of blinding light. What was happening? It took you embarrassingly long to realize it must have been a slot in the door you’d never seen before. Then something slid through it. You blinked at it, trying to get your eyes to focus, trying to make sense of what you saw. Oh my god, it was food! You lunged for it and tried to pull the tray to you, but it wouldn’t budge. That was better anyway. You needed the light to eat.  

On the tray was a small plate of leftover turkey and green beans and a bottle of water, along with a small plastic fork. You went for the water first, downing it, and then scarfed up the food, not even tasting it. After a few minutes, on the other side of the slot, you heard an alarm go off, and the tray was pulled back, a few bites still on the plate. “Andy, wait!” you called out, but the slot slammed closed and you were in the dark again.

You didn’t have anything to do. You couldn’t remember the last time you had nothing to do. Before Andy brought you here. Evenings in your little apartment, watching TV and eating takeout, fucking around on your phone. You hadn’t done that, hadn’t even thought about doing it in months. 

When you first got here, when your list of chores felt insurmountable and ridiculous, you would’ve given anything for the chance to lay around and do nothing. But now, it didn’t feel right. You should find a way to be productive. Andy was going to be so disappointed in you.

You hated yourself for thinking it.

You tried to do some yoga. You were so stiff from laying on the floor, but it was too hard when you couldn’t see how much space you had and were too scared of hurting yourself on the furnace or hitting the wall. So you went back to doing nothing.

The worst thing about waking up in this room was that you had no memory of falling asleep. It was all just darkness. Maybe there was no real difference between sleeping and being awake. How could you even tell anymore?

Andy brought another meal. Well, you assumed it was him. There was no one else. But you didn’t see him. He didn’t say anything. The tray was pushed through the slot, you ate and drank as fast as you could, the tray was pulled away. You didn’t say anything to him either.

You were so fucking bored. You’d tried singing to yourself. Running through old movies you remembered watching on TV as a kid. Reciting passages from old books. You felt like you were running out of thoughts.

There’d been three meals. If you could count the meals, that was sort of like keeping track of time, right? Even though you had no idea how often he brought them. Still, it had to be something.

The furnace was going to drive you insane. That whirring, whirring, whirring. White noise that wouldn’t stop. So loud you were afraid that the noise was just inside your head now. Maybe the furnace wasn’t even on.

“Andy,” you called out when the slot opened. “Andy, please.” He didn’t say anything. He never said anything.

The timer must have gone off sooner this time. The tray was pulled back when you were only halfway done. You started crying as the slot started to slide closed. Your stomach felt too empty.

You realized your mistake after he was gone. You had to call him sir when you were in the basement.

You started talking to yourself. Just to hear your voice. Any voice. You didn’t have anything to say, but you just couldn’t deal with the silence.

It wasn’t worth it. You saw that so clearly now. What did you really think you’d gain? You were never going to kill him. You couldn’t even hurt him. You were never going to win and you’d lost even more by trying.

You couldn’t remember whether there’d been six or seven meals. You’d lost count. And they were all the same. Nothing differentiated them. There was nothing to hold on to. This was the one thing tethering you to anything real and you’d lost it. There was no getting it back. You didn’t know how long you’d been crying.

He was tired of you. He was done. He was the only thing you had in the whole world and you’d lost him. You’d fucked it up. You were going to rot away in the Quiet Room until you were nothing. There was no getting out.

You crawled over to the slot when it opened and put your head right in front of it, keeping your eyes closed to avoid the burn of the light. “Sir,” you pleaded, your voice raspy, “sir, please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, sir. Please.” You were crying. You couldn't stop. You couldn't hide it. 

He paused before he pushed the tray through, but he didn't say anything. 

You were lying on the floor, trying to figure out whether you were awake or dreaming when everything was suddenly bathed in light. You must be dreaming. Oh, but would a dream hurt so much? You rolled onto your stomach and curled up in a ball to try to shield your eyes from the light. Wake up wake up wake up, you chanted to yourself.

And then– Then, as you were curling up, tighter and tighter, on the floor, someone touched you, lightly, gently on your back. When was the last time you’d been touched? You didn’t know. You started crying, even as you pressed up into the soft caress.

“Oh sweetheart,” someone said. An angel. But wait. You knew that voice. “Look at you,” Andy said, “we’ve both had a rough few days, huh?”

You slowly rolled back over, wincing harshly at the light. There he was, crouching over you. You squinted at him, trying to make out his features. You started to sit up, but it ached to use your muscles that way.

He reached out a hand to help you. “Go slow, honey,” he said, and his voice was so gentle. “Give yourself a minute to adjust.”

“Sir?” you rasped. Was he really here?

“Hi sweetheart,” he cooed, as he carefully pulled you into his arms. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“How–” you blinked up at him, feeling so disoriented. “How long?”

“Too long,” he answered sadly. “But we both needed time to calm down, didn’t we?” 

He stroked your back, and you whimpered. It felt so good. You’d been alone for so long. You nuzzled into his chest, the tears still streaming down your face. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t– I shouldn’t have– I don’t know. I’m so sorry. I didn’t understand. Please forgive me.”

“Oh honey,” he sighed. You wished that you could drink up his gentle voice after so much silence. “I know. I know. It was a hard day. I understand. I’ll forgive you. After your punishment, it’ll be like it didn’t even happen.” 

“Punishment?” you looked at him in horror. “But– This– I–” You’d already been through so much. How could there be more?

“Sweetheart,” he said, his voice picking up a firm edge. “This was just a little timeout. For both of us. So that we could both calm down and think about what happened. You know I never want to punish you when I’m angry.”

“But I’m sorry,” you cried, grasping at his shirt. You didn’t think you could handle a punishment. You were afraid you’d break into a million pieces in that room.

“You tried to hurt me.” All of the gentleness was gone now. “You have to be punished so you learn.”

You barely nodded as you curled up in his arms, crying quietly. You’d been so stupid. So, so stupid. It was such a mistake.

“I’ll tell you what, honey.” His hand resumed its stroking, up and down, up and down your back. So gently. “If you’re very good for me, if you take your punishment like a good girl, then we can go right back upstairs when it’s done. We won’t have to spend any more time down here.”

“Really?” You’d been so afraid that you’d doomed yourself to months down in the basement again, even worse than before.

“Really. Neither of us wants to be down here, do we? We both want to be happy upstairs, don’t we?”

“Yes, sir. Please, please. I’ll be good. I’ll be a good girl.”

“I know you will be, sweetheart. Let’s go get it over with, huh? Then we can take a nice long bath to get all this grime off of you. Can you move? Can you get up?”

“Yes, sir,” you mumbled into his chest, but you didn’t make any effort to move. Not yet. You wanted to savor this for a few more moments. You knew that as soon as you got into the punishment room, all of the gentleness would be gone. He’d be the figure from your nightmares again. And you knew you deserved it. You were so stupid. But you needed a couple more minutes of his soft touches before you’d be ready.

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His grip tightens just a fraction, enough to make you hyper-aware of the heat radiating from his body, the faint scent of his aftershave—clean, masculine, with a hint of something darker underneath. His eyes drop to your mouth for a split second, then snap back up, sharp as a blade.

“You like this, don’t you? Getting under my skin.”

You lean in, just enough to blur the line between defiance and invitation. “If the suit fits.”

His jaw ticks again, but this time, there’s the faintest curl of a smirk at the corner of his mouth, like he’s trying to fight it and failing miserably. The tension coils between you, thick enough to choke on. Neither of you moves, both waiting to see who’ll blink first.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmurs, his voice a husky threat—or maybe a promise.

Your smile is slow, deliberate. “I don’t play, Mr. Barber. I win.”

Andy’s eyes narrow, and in a swift, decisive movement, he grabs your wrist and pulls you towards an empty office in the courthouse. The door slams shut behind you, and before you can react, he pins you against it, his body pressing firmly against yours. His breath is hot on your neck as he whispers, "You want to win? Let's see how you handle this."

His lips crash onto yours, hungry and demanding. You can feel the intensity of his desire as his tongue invades your mouth, exploring every corner. You kiss him back with equal fervor, your tongues dancing in a heated duel. He pulls away briefly, his eyes dark with lust. "You drive me crazy, you know that?"

You smirk, "That's the plan."

He growls low in his throat, his hands roaming over your body, squeezing your breasts through your blouse. You gasp as he pinches your nipples, the sensation sending waves of pleasure straight to your cunt. He leans down, his teeth grazing your earlobe before he whispers, "I'm going to fuck you right here, right now."

You moan softly, your body already aching for him. He spins you around, pushing you towards the desk. With a swift motion, he clears the desk with one arm, sending papers flying. He bends you over the desk, his hand firm on your back. You can feel his hard cock pressing against your ass, and you wiggle against him, teasingly.

"You want it, don't you?" he growls, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes," you breathe out, your voice barely a whisper.

He reaches under your skirt, his fingers hooking into your panties. With a sharp tug, he rips them off, the sound of tearing fabric filling the room. You gasp, the sudden exposure making you even more aroused. He kicks your legs apart, his fingers tracing the line of your pussy, feeling the wetness already gathering there.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he murmurs, his voice ragged. He slides a finger inside you, and you moan, your body clenching around him. He adds another finger, pumping them in and out, preparing you for what's to come.

"Please," you beg, your voice desperate.

He leans over you, his hand wrapping around your neck, holding you down firmly but gently. You can feel his cock pressing against your entrance, and you push back against him, eager to feel him inside you.

"You want my cock, don't you?" he whispers, his voice a dark promise.

"Yes, please," you whimper, your body trembling with anticipation.

He thrusts into you, filling you completely. You cry out, the sensation of him stretching you, overwhelming. He starts to move, his hips slamming against your ass, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the room.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his grip on your neck tightening slightly.

You moan, your body meeting his thrusts, the pleasure building with each stroke. He leans down, his breath hot on your ear. "You like being fucked like this, don't you? Bent over a desk, taken like a little slut."

"Yes," you gasp, your body clenching around him. "Harder, please."

He complies, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. The desk creaks under the force of his movements, and you can feel your orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter.

"Come for me," he commands, his voice a low growl. "Come all over my cock."

You cry out, your body convulsing as your orgasm hits you. He groans, his own release following yours, filling you with his hot cum. He collapses on top of you, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

You both stay like that for a moment, catching your breath. He finally pulls out, helping you stand up. He turns you around, his eyes searching yours. "You okay?" he asks, his voice soft.

You nod, a satisfied smile on your lips. "More than okay."

He grins, pulling you into a gentle kiss. "Good— because I'm not done with you yet. I’ll see you at home.”

“Be back,” you promise him. 

His grip on his glass tightens, the inked letters on his knuckles contrasting with his paling skin. Charlie leans over to say something in his ear. You shrug away your doubt and let Daisy drag you across the bar. 

The knock of cues on marble underlines the low chatter and clink of glasses and bottles. You nearly collide with the jukebox as Daisy stops suddenly in her boxy heels. You lean into her. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Having some fun!” She trills. “Oh, can you believe? Xtina. Vintage.” 

She hits a button and the classic rock changes to the iconic intro of the low-rise, body grinding anthem of the early oughts. She pulls you around and throws her arms up, shaking her hips just so. Her halter lifts on her stomach as she shimmies and throws her hair around. 

You chuckle nervous and do your best to mimic her without being too much. You sink into the rhythm. The nostalgia carries you away from that bar, from the looming judgement of your boyfriend, of the people all around. It’s not exactly the place to find young clubbers. 

“Damn girl,” Daisy chirps. “You got moves.” You shake your chest at her playfully. She grabs it and you gasp. You grab her back. She roars and claps her hands over yours. “Get it.” 

You laugh shrilly. Drunkenly. But choke on your obnoxious chortle as you’re ripped away from her. 

You stagger as the grip on your upper arm makes you wince. You whine as Curtis turns you away and marches you past your audience. Oops. 

He drags you into the long hallway that leads to the kitchen and he shoves you against the wall. You pout and peer up at him. You give a sheepish smile. 

“Hi, Curt.” 

“What the hell are you doing?” 

“Dancing---” 

“Don’t be smart,” he snarls. “My girl doesn’t act like that.” 

“We were just having fun--” 

“You’re embarrassing me. In my bar,” he grabs your chin and pushes your head against the wall. “Dancing like a slut!” 

“Slut?” You squeal. “No. We’re just—jeez, what is this? The fifities?” 

“Now you’re mouthing off, huh?” He jerks you away from the wall. “Well, let’s make sure everyone knows what you are, huh? That they know what sluts like you get.” 

He slips his hand around the back of your neck and turns you down the hall. He walks you back into the bar room as you squirm and whimper. Someone slaps the jukebox and it quiets. You see Daisy standing stunned between the pool table and bar, watching. 

Curtis signals and a chair scrapes on the floor. Charlie brings it over to him. Everyone looks at you as he drags you to it. He sits and forces you over his lap. 

He doesn’t say a word. He flips up your skirt until you’re exposed and you whine. You try to tug it down and he swats your hand away. 

“You’re my woman,” he growls as he spreads his large hand across your cheeks. “Don’t forget it again.” 

He lifts his hand and brings it back down with staggering force. Your head shoots up and you shriek. He does it again and your eyes fill with tears. 

“Curty--” 

“You gonna act like that,” he leans over your as he squeezes your ass meanly, “you call me, sir.” He sits up again and raises his hand. The next spank has you shaking. “Understood?” 

“Yes, sir,” you eke out. 

“I can’t hear you.” He smacks you again. 

“Yes, sir!” You force out louder. 

Again. Again. Again. He continues his onslaught until your skins alight, your thighs rippling, and your spine thrumming. You hang over his lap limply, breathless as no one dares move or speak. 

“Everyone out.” His command is stern but quiet. 

There’s a scuffle as bodies move to obey. Daisy murmurs sorry as she passes and Curtis growls at her. The footsteps shuffle to the door as you shakily lift your head. He catches a handful of your hair and wrenches you up. 

He stands and marches you to the pool table. The bar door swings shut, closing you in with the roiling silence of his anger. He bends you over the leather trim and hikes your skirt up even higher. 

You knew it was wrong to crush on your best friend’s dad, especially knowing he was married. You had gotten up after checking him out, heading to the bathroom as you felt your heart pounding inside your chest. How could he look so good? How could his wife not see what she had right in front of her? Everyone in town knew she was sneaking around behind his back, seeing worthless men who didn’t live up to Andy Barber. 

You look at yourself in the mirror, eyeing the cute bikini set you had put on, hoping to gain the older man’s attention. Your eyes move up and lock in the mirror, checking out your face, and you turn the tap on, splashing your face with some water. You breathe in and out for a second before reaching over to the glossy pink lip gloss you had left in the bathroom. You unscrew it and then apply it across your plump lips, rubbing and popping them together before you build up the courage to at least talk to Andy without becoming a blubbering mess.

You open the door, and as you walk out, you bump into something hard. “Oh!” An arm wraps around you, balancing you. You blink up, locking eyes with Andy. You put on your best seductive smile, noticing how his eyes lock onto how glossy and plump your lips look. “Mr Barber! Were you waiting for me?” You smirk, resting your palm on his chest, noticing his hand hasn’t moved.

Andy blushes, cheeks turning bright pink. He clears his throat when noticing the exposed flesh he’s still touching. Andy quickly moves his arm away, scratching the back of his neck. “N–no, I uh….” 

You giggle at how flustered the older man can get. “I’m just teasing, Mr Barber.” Your tongue flicks out, licking your bottom lip, catching Andy’s gaze. “Did you need to go in?” You feel your cunt throb with how close you are to him, with how your body is pressed up against him. He shakes his head, so transfixed as he stares at you. The tension is high, and you feel this is your chance. You should shoot your shot. “I… I noticed something might be broken in there.” You bite your bottom lip, looking up at him with large innocent eyes. 

Andy can feel his throat closing as he tries to swallow. Unsure if he should go in with you, of course, he knows there isn’t anything broken. He’s seen the way you look at him, and he’s heard what you’ve said. Andy was extremely flattered that someone so young and gorgeous wanted him, and even though his wife wasn’t faithful, he didn't know if he should go through with it. But the way you looked up at him, feeling you pressed against him, made him want to throw it all away, give into his desires. Andy nearly groans as your lip juts out, pouting up at him, and he decides what the hell. He pushes you gently into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind him. “Get on your knees.” 

Your thighs squeeze together, and a moan nearly slips out at the command. Andy raises a brow, and with that, you drop, feeling giddy inside as you are so close to finally tasting him, feeling him in your mouth, how heavy he’d be on your tongue. Your hands make quick movements to take his hardening cock out, moaning at how large he is. You don’t waste any time and quickly take him in your mouth, licking and sucking, enjoying the sounds he tries to suppress but can’t. You look up at him, feeling slick build between your thighs as you lock eyes. Your hand begins to massage his heavy sacks, and you suck him deeper into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. You moan around him, enjoying the taste that’s on your tongue.

Andy’s head tilts back and rests against the door before quickly looking back down so he doesn’t miss anything. Here he is, in his bathroom with you on your knees, sucking his soul out. Andy had imagined this since his son had introduced you. He stops you, suddenly pulling you up and bending you over the bathroom counter. “I’m sorry, I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you when I cum.” He grunts, pulling your bikini bottoms aside. His finger touches your glistening cunt causing him to groan before he lines his thick member against your awaiting entrance. Andy’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he slides in, feeling his heart stop as your tight walls squeeze him, making it hard to fit all of him inside you. 

Your eyes cross, hands gripping the counter as he stretches you open. You had been dreaming of this since you first met him. Knowing he had to be packing since there was always a prominent bulge in his pants. You could feel his hands gripping your hips, plunging deeper and harder into you, pushing you into the counter. His eyes lock with yours through the mirror, “O–oh, Mr B–Barber….” You let out a low moan, never having felt this much pleasure from a man before. 

Andy leans forward, gripping your throat. “That’s not my name, sweetheart.” You can barely think anymore with how deep he is fucking into you. With every thrust, he hits your sweet spot, which causes you to believe you see stars. “What’s my name, honey? C’mon, I know you’re a smart girl, don’t act so dumb now that you have a cock inside of you.” 

You whimper, trying desperately to figure out what name he wants you to call him. “D–daddy?” How Andy snaps, and pounds into you tells you, you picked the correct name. His cock throbs wildly as he drives himself faster and deeper into you. Your body bounces against him, and his eyes watch your plump breasts, enjoying how they go up and down. “Daddy, oh, Daddy! You feel so good!” You grip his hand around your throat, feeling your walls clench down on his cock as you cum, your juices squirting out of you and covering him. 

“Fuck!” Andy grips you tighter, picking up his pace and pounding into you. “Fuck, fuck! I’m going to cum! Where do you want it?”

“In me! Please!” You beg, pushing your hips back with each thrust. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel his cum spurting out of him, filling you. “So good…” You whine, clenching and unclenching as he continues thrusting until he’s completely empty. 

Andy slowly pulls out of you, tucking his softening cock back into his pants before grabbing some toilet paper and cleaning you up and putting your bikini bottoms back into place. You stand, gripping the counter, as your legs feel a bit shaky. You slowly turn and wait for the regret to set in, waiting for Andy to realise what he has done and leave you alone. Andy cups your cheek and softly smiles, “Thank you.” He leans down and presses his lips against yours before the two of you walk out of the bathroom, thinking the coast is clear.

“Uh…” You both turn, eyes wide when they connect with Jacob’s, his hand mid-air with a drink in his hand. His eyes move between you and his father before he shrugs. “Okay.” And with that, he walks back outside, drinking his drink.

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