#dark!tony

Seeing your small, naked frame sprawled out on his bed was a sight for sore eyes. You looked so fragile, almost like one wrong move would break you. That drove him completely wild. He used every ounce of his willpower to be gentle with you last night, but he doesn’t think he’ll be able to restrain himself today.

You feel his fingers dancing along your side, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. He slowly woke you up, pressing opened mouth kisses on your shoulder, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple.

“Tony.” You breathe out, feeling your clit starting to throb with need. 

He rolls over and spreads your legs to settle in between them. His heavy cock rested on your stomach, tip an angry shade of red with beads of precum leaking onto your skin. Leaning down, he leads you into a passionate kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you moan.

He pushes your legs to your chest with his thighs, leaving you bare to him. Caging you in with his big arms, essentially trapping you. Your cunt glistens with your arousal. He groans, seeing how wet you are. 

“You want daddy's cock?” He says, voice laced with lust. You instantly shake your head, biting your bottom lips when he rubs his bulbous head in between your puffy folds. He tsks, shaking his head in disappointment. 

“What did I tell you last night? Use your big girl words, or have you already gone dumb?” His words go straight to your core, making you clench around nothing. 

“M’sorry daddy. I want you inside me, please.” You whine, shaking your hips to see if he finally sinks inside you. 

He gives you a quick ‘good girl’ before lining up with your entrance and slowly pushing into you. Tony circles his hips when he bottoms out, your nails digging into his biceps at the intensity. Pulling out, he leaves just the tip in before pushing back in, making you gasp and clench around him. He closes his eyes and tries desperately to recompose himself, but he loses it when he opens his eyes. 

Your eyes are glazed over, senses completely taken over by Tony. His aroma wraps around you, mind going blank. You notice his eyes darkening, a feral look that sends a chill up your spine. The speed of his movements increases, blurring the lines of pleasure and pain.

“T-tony. Slow down.” You rush out, feeling like he’s about to split you in half. 

He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks together as he speaks. “You take what I give you. Understood?” You try your best to respond, but between his grip on you and his thrusts, it comes out more like an incoherent mumble.

You feel him squeeze your cheeks, ‌parting your lips and spitting into your mouth. You moan at the obscene action, your walls fluttering as you swallow. 

“Dirty girl, I can feel your greedy cunt clenching around my cock. Gonna cum?” He says in a mocking tone. 

“Yes! Yes, please. I’m so close.” Tears fill your eyes at the intensity, jaw going slack when Tony presses two fingers on your swollen clit. The extra stimulation makes your orgasm rip through you, toes curling as your legs shake. Your cunt tightens around Tony’s cock, almost making it impossible for him to thrust into you. 

He throws his head back with a low roar at the feeling. The bit of restraint he had is now lost when he sees tears running down your cheeks. He places his hands on your waist and leans back until you're straddling him, your hands dropping to his chest to stabilize yourself. 

“Grind that pretty pussy on me, baby.” You do as he says, moving your hips back and forth, feeling the sparse hairs on his pelvis rub against your sensitive clit. “Just like that, good fucking girl.” 

Your legs shake as you move, still riding out your previous orgasm. Tony’s hand creeps up your front, pinching your hardened nipple before wrapping it around your throat. He watches as your eyes roll back, squeezing just enough to give you a head buzz. 

You wrap your hands around his wrist, lips parting at the feeling. Tony takes the opportunity to push two fingers past your parted lips. Your eyes widen, but you enclose your lips around his thick digits, moaning as you suck on them. 

“Look at you, sucking daddy’s finger while you ride me. Such a dirty whore.”

He pushes his fingers further into your mouth, causing you to gag around them. His fingers glisten with your spit when he pulls them out, bringing them down to rub your clit. You jerk away at the sensation, still feeling sensitive from your previous orgasm.

“Don’t run away from me, princess.” He growls, placing his free hand on your hip to keep you grinding on his cock.  

“Too s-senstive.” You whine, quickly feeling your release build deep inside you. 

He completely ignores you, only focusing on the way your cunt tightens around him. You throw your head back with a scream as you gush around him, your release hitting you without a warning. Your body goes numb, you feel hot and cold all at once but you keep your hips moving because it just feels too good. Tony looks down at his chest that’s now covered with your juices. Collecting some on his fingers, he shoves them into your mouth. You moan as you taste yourself. 

Without a warning, he pushes you against the mattress and flips you over, putting your ass in the air while your face is pressed against the mattress. He’s quick to slam back into you, fucking you deeper and harder than before. You can feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. It’s unlike anything you’ve felt before. The bed creaks with the force of his movements. You gasp as you desperately try to fill your lungs with air. 

“It’s fuck t-too much.” You rush out, hoping he’ll slow down. 

“Does it hurt, princess?” He says in a patronizing tone. You quickly nod your head. “Well, too bad, you’re gonna take it until Daddy's finished.” 

You whine at his words, hot tears soaking the sheets as you press your face into the mattress. Your limbs give out on you as orgasm after orgasm wash over you, thighs covered in your slick, a thin layer of sweat makes your skin glow under the sunlight. 

Tony’s thrusts start to become sloppy, his groans and moans fill the room, letting you know he’s about to cum. You use whatever strength you have left to turn your head to look at him. 

“Please cum in me. Fill me up daddy.” That’s all it takes for Tony’s orgasm to take over. He pushes you into the mattress, a bruising grip on your hips as his hot seed coats your velvet walls. 

He collapse on top of you, his weight pressed against you feels so comforting, causing you to pass out before he has a chance to pull out. You wake up when he picks you up, walking towards the bathroom to clean you up. 

“Don’t worry, princess, I’ve got you.” 

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“Sweetheart, I’m going to speed up” he moaned, and you whimpered in response. His speed had you lurching forward on every thrust, the room reverberating with the sound of skin slapping. 

His cock repeatedly battered your cervix, which was becoming more sensitive by the second. You cried out as your eyes crossed and your muscles went limp, the crashing waves of your orgasm possessing you. 

“That’s it, baby, cream my cock. I’m so close.” his grunts filled your ears as he leaned over you. The hand that was holding your head made its way to your neck and he pulled you up flush against him while the other hand began toying with your engorged clit. You were full-on crying from the overstimulation now; he hadn’t slowed down since you came. You were on your tippy-toes, trying to alleviate the pressure on your abused cunt. 

After a few more thrusts, he pushed in one last time and squeezed your body before giving you some experimental thrusts. He pulled out and held your almost-passed-out frame by the hips and lifted you onto the bed. 

“Jesus Y/N was I too rough?” You weakly shook your head as you closed your eyes and held his hand. He tucked you into his sheets, tossed the condom across the room and rounded the bed, settling beside you. 

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” you mumbled. 

He paused as if he were pondering what he was going to say. In reality, he began taking in your naked, tired form that looked unreal yet ethereal on his bed. With your back to Steve, you had no idea he was feasting on the sight in front of him. 

“What is it?” the slight raspiness of your voice alluded to your exhaustion. 

“I don’t want to be friends with benefits anymore.”

You turned around to face him and propped yourself up on your elbow. The surprise of his statement was overriding your body’s pleas to sleep.

“Did I… do something?” You were honestly unsure of what to say.

He paused again. “It’s not enough for me. I know we came into this saying no strings attached but I care way too much for you.”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting but it certainly wasn’t that. Steve took your silence as a cue to continue. 

“I think I love you. No, I-I know I love you. I want the whole thing with you, not just sex. I’m tired of pretending I’m okay with just sex. You know, I had feelings for you before you agreed to this. I had a feeling you might not say yes to a serious relationship so I proposed this arrangement.”

His speech initially started with uncertainty but as he spoke, he became sure of himself. He was sure you would agree. You two were perfect together and there was no denying it in Steve’s mind. 

You got out of bed and began rummaging through the clothes strewn on the ground.

“I cannot believe you asked me to do this with your feelings involved. That was very manipulative and…” you trailed off. Did you want this? No. He messed with you. You affirmed it to yourself and picked up the rest of your clothes. “You were manipulative and this isn’t going to happen anymore. I told you I didn’t want a relationship to cloud my judgement with my missions.” 

“Where are you going?” he began getting out bed, panic slightly evident in his voice.

You weren’t going to cry. But you were slightly hurt that he had a hidden agenda and that you were too stupid to not notice it. You turned to leave before he gripped your forearm. 

“I know you’re angry, but you want this too.” He towered over you. The unexpected calm in his voice was unsettling. 

“You’re scaring me, please let go.” He let you break out of his hold. 

“FRIDAY, lock my doors and don’t open unless I say so,” he commanded.

He was beginning to chip at your resolve but you were determined to not show it. You glared at him again instead. 

“FRIDAY, contact Tony and tell him Cap locked me in his room.”

He stared at you and stared back. Under the façade of toughness, you were crumbling and scared out of your mind. You didn’t want to stay and find out why he locked the door. What could he do when the entire team would question your whereabouts the next day?

The seconds stretched on before he finally spoke again. “You’re making a mistake. You want this.”

“Tony has overridden your request, Steve. Y/N, the door is now unlocked.” FRIDAY called out. 

You turned and speed-walked out of the room, not turning back to look at Steve who was now lowly chuckling to himself. 

He wondered if you really thought this was the end of this conversation. 

You turned to your missions to help you cope with the loss of one of your best friendships. You give men a little bit of space in your life and they think you owe them the world. Worst of all, you should’ve seen this coming. Little touches, smiles that always reached his eyes and hugs that lasted a little longer they should. Not mentioning walking you to your room after training, making your breakfast and taking special care of you after a particularly difficult mission. You were truly a fool for not realizing it sooner.

Everyone is scared of something, even the Avengers. For you, it was this new side of Steve. You weren’t even sure how to act around him anymore. The relationship was on the low and not many people knew about it; Bucky knew for sure, and now, Tony must have an idea as well. Tony didn’t ask you why Cap locked you in your room. That should have been the first red flag that your teammates weren’t on your side. 

You proceeded as if things were normal around Steve and he did too. There was no reason not to, right? He just acted out because of the rejection, you thought to yourself.

All the Avengers sitting down for dinner was a rare occurrence, but this particular Friday, there was a crowd in the dining room of the compound. 

You were happy today. Your paperwork had been a breeze and you had a good weekend planned for yourself. Around the table, Tony, Rhodey, Thor were bickering, Clint and Nat were silently observing while Steve and Bucky were engrossed in a private conversation of their own. 

“After dinner, we should play a game” Sam piped up through a mouthful. Clint snickered to himself and Sam continued.

“I’m serious, we should play truth or dare… something like that. I barely know anything about you guys, minus things like your favourite way to take a target out.”

“I think it should stay that way” Nat slightly grinned and continued eating. 

“Honestly, I agree, I feel like I know nothing about you guys,” you commented, wiping your mouth and clearing your empty plate. Tony grabbed it for you and made his way to the sink. “I wasn’t aware that we were in high school. But tell you what; hide and seek would be interesting with this crowd.” Tony contemplated before finishing his thought: “Barnes and Romanoff should try to find us. That would be a kicker.”

“That sounds a lot better than truth or dare. I’m game” Nat said before getting and stretching. Bucky quietly chuckled and everyone began to clean up the table. 

“So this is really happening?” Rhodey laughed as everyone made their way to the living room. 

Bucky and Nat stood in front of everyone and negotiated rules. You smiled to yourself, thinking about how blessed you were to be a part of something so amazing.

“Okay then, 5 minutes to hide and 30 minutes to be found. If you’re found you have to do their paperwork for a week.” Clint finalized and everyone nodded.

“Alright, off you go,” Nat said before settling into a couch, observing everyone that scrambled off. 

Thor looked lost, unsure where to go. He rarely stayed at the compound. You pointed him in the direction of the gym before racing past and making your way to your spot. There was a supply closet that you had a feeling Nat wouldn’t bother checking. Bucky knew of it, but you had a back-up escape route in mind if he decided to look there. You got to the closet and silently slipped in before sliding the door closed and settling into the corner. After a few minutes, you heard light footsteps that became louder. It hadn’t been 5 minutes yet. Whoever was coming to your spot, you were prepared to tell them to buzz off before the closet door opened to reveal Steve. 

He stepped in and closed the door behind him.

Part 2

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Tony, 11:32pm

Where the hell are you?

Tony, 11:44pm

You can stop being a bitch now, Y/N. Get your ass home before I really lose my temper

Y/N, 11:47pm

Yeah, cause that makes me want to come back. Prick

Tony, 12:12am

Why the fuck is there a charge on your card for a plane ticket?

Tony, 12:13am

I will cut your card off

Y/N, 12:15am

And leave me stranded? Great plan

Tony, 12:17am

Get home NOW

Y/N, 12:20am

Sorry, gotta turn my phone on airplane mode. 😘😘😘 Have fun sleeping alone

You smirked seeing Tony was trying to call you now. You hummed to yourself, sending Tony to voicemail before switching your phone into airplane mode. You slipped your phone into your Balenciaga handbag, stretching your legs out. You noticed your shoes and frowned, remembering at the sight of them you had not changed into something more practical. The Rockstud heels were gorgeous but you did not want to spend the whole flight wearing them. You undid them and kicked them to the side. You sighed, as reality sunk in that it was going to be hard to relax in this tight, off shoulder mini dress you were also wearing.

Sighing you pressed your button and waited impatiently for a stewardess to come over. You missed your private jet, but you could not have taken that without Tony putting a stop to it.

“Hey, sorry, can I grab a blanket?” you asked. “Just wanna… you know, cover myself.”

“Of course, I’ll be right back.”

You noticed a man across the way was sneaking lewd glances at you and you rolled your eyes. You had had enough of men tonight, a scowl coming to your face thinking of Tony again. You had been in fights before this and took off because you knew it pissed him off. But this was the furthest you had gone; actually taking a plane somewhere to get to a different state. Even for a couple days. Tony had to be seething and that brought a self-satisfied smirk to your face now. You got off on pissing daddy off.

The stewardess came back with your blanket and you thanked her.

“Do you want anything to drink? Vodka cranberry, perhaps?”

“Oh, I can’t have alcohol right now,” you told her, touching your stomach.

“Oh, okay. Well, we do have a lovely virgin raspberry mojito?”

“A water with some lemon is perfectly fine,” you told her.

The flight from LAX to SeaTac was not going to take that long, so no need for food. Especially since it was past midnight. Plus, you had eaten at the movie screening before you and Tony had gotten into the argument. You had tried to keep it quiet in one of the back rooms, but you knew some people had heard it. Tony had made sure of that.

Tony probably would not sleep alone like you had said to simply be a bitch. He was a huge fan of angry sex and he was going to have to find it elsewhere. It would distract him for a little bit, but he soon would be back to going crazy wondering what you were doing and where you were. You imagined he would be on the phone with the credit card company the moment they were open to get information about where your flight was heading to.

On good days, you and Tony were a power couple. You, a perfect trophy wife with your hands in local charities to promote a wholesome image. Tony, business man but sullied with organized crime. He indulged in his illegal gambling, extortion, and political corruption. And he indulged in his escort business. Hell, that is where he had found you. You were a brat, and he loved a challenge.

You played with your ring on your left finger as the movie you chose started to play. Tony normally did not like when you ran off on him; he hated losing control. But his temper was going to be inflamed further now since you were carrying his child. The thought came that maybe you were pushing him too far with this little stunt but too late to back out now.

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Peter gasped, trembling, gun shaking in his hands, even as Tony pressed it firmly to his own chest. He lifted his gaze to Tony’s, swallowing hard.

Tony’s eyes followed the movement, lingering on the way his adam’s apple bobbed, but he didn’t say anything.

Blood roared in Peter’s ears and he felt a bead of sweat trickle down the side of his face, and he imagined the spilled blood and the loud noise and the feeling of loss and guilt and then—

He yanked his hand back, gasping. “No!” He stumbled back, throwing the gun away from him, as far away as he could. “Don’t—I can’t—” He buried his face in his hands, still shaking.

Tony approached him, then pulled his hands away from his face, cupping them tenderly with his own. “You tried,” he told him gently, giving him a pitiful smile. “Maybe next time. For now, you’re still mine.”

No. Yes. Peter shuddered.

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You look at the dresses your assistant pulled for you, picking out a long red one with a slit up the thigh. You pair it with a red lipstick and simple diamond jewelry. It’s perfect, you’re perfect you think looking at yourself in the mirror. You tell yourself that you’re everything you need before heading out the door and to your waiting car.

Stark tower is decorated from top to bottom with beautiful icicle themed displays. While magnificent the decor feels formidable, almost a warning not to walk in. You can’t stay on top without attending things like this. You take a breath before walking through the crowd, making your way to the bar, and ordering a red wine. A little liquid courage always helps in these environments. You find an acquaintance and smile, reaching your hand out.

“John.”

“Y/N, fancy seeing you here,” he says sarcastically

“Hey now, I show up to these things sometimes,” You joke.

“It has been a long time, which reminds me that we need to get together and talk business. I won’t let you get out of it this time,” you continue.

“You got me, I’ll have my assistant contact yours to set up a meeting.” John laughs and waves his hand before walking away.

You keep up a cheerful disposition as you make your way through the crowd, networking. It’s what you’re best at and how you came out on top after graduation. You have a way about you, always able to lure people in to get what you want. You head to the bar to refill your wine not looking as you turn back to the crowd. You bump into someone and spill a drop of wine on their suit.

“Oh I’m sorry.”

The man turns and you immediately recognize him.

“Mr. Stark. I swear it was an accident.” You turn back to the bar and get a napkin, dabbing the small spot of wine. You don’t want to think about how much his suit cost.

He gives a genuine smile and reaches out, gently stroking your arm before grabbing the napkin from your hand.

“It’s ok, I don’t think we’ve met?”

“Oh yeah, I’m Y/N.”

“I’ve heard of you.” He says.

You’ve heard that Mr. Stark is a flirt but as you talk it feels like more than that. There’s a look in his eyes that screams sex and you can’t look away. You feel like he could swallow you whole just with a look. You want nothing more in this moment for that to happen. You want him and you’re accustomed to getting what you want.

Tony reaches out his hand and you mirror him, ready to follow him to his room when a cough comes from beside you. Captain America smiles wide at you and you drop your hand smiling back at him. To his right is a smiling woman, hanging on his arm.

“And who is this?”

“This is Y/N. She’s caught my attention,” Tony says, giving a small nod as he says your name.

“You can call me Steve,” Steve says, smiling even bigger.

The woman slowly loses her smile, looking back and forth between you and Tony.

“No, Tony don’t.”

Tony clenches his jaw and Steve Leans over and whispers something in the woman's ear.

“My wife is tired. I think we’re going to head up now,” Steve says abruptly.

You make eye contact with the woman and she gives you a sad smile before turning away. They walk off together hand and hand and you make a face at Tony.

“Is she ok?”

Tony shrugs.

“She’s always been super weird. Steve loves her though so I let it be.”

You nod and look at your watch.  

“Hey?” Tony says, pulling your attention back to him.

“Yes?”

“Do you want to see my room?”

“What are you implying?” you smile and he leans in.

“Sex?”

You laugh and follow him up to his room. He undoes his tie pulling it off and you slip your dress over your head and throw it on the floor, kicking your heels off. You pull Tony in for a kiss before knocking him onto the bed, peppering soft kisses over his chest. You move your hand down to his hardening cock, stroking it as it starts to throb. He pulls your face up and kisses you back. He nips at your shoulder as you line his dick up at your entrance and slide your body down slowly. You ride him, taking what you want. You feel an orgasm building, you’re so close. Tony slaps your thigh hard, bringing you out of the moment and you let out a whine, opening your eyes.  He flips you over and thrusts deep and hard into you. You push against him and him against you, rolling around the bed.  it’s the most passionate sex you’ve ever had and when it’s over you can’t help but spend several minutes repeating ‘what the fuck’ over and over again in your head. Finally, you get up and make your way to his bathroom, coming out several minutes later with an empty bladder and clean thighs. You pull your dress on and loof for The discarded red thong you had been wearing, ultimately deciding to just leave it, you can buy more.

“Where are you going?” Tony asks.

“Home,” you reply.

Tony’s face goes hard and he sits up in bed, crossing his arms.

“Oh, the sex was great sweety but that’s all it was. I’m not looking for anything serious.”

You watch something happen in Tony, the gears in his brain twist and turn. A sinister smile washes over his face and he lounges back in his bed.

“Have a good evening Y/N, I’ll see you soon.” He says casually.

You leave quickly, calling a car to meet you on the street.

On monday you arrive to a stoic office. Everyone looks at you like you have two heads. Your chest tightens and you start feeling nauseous. You don’t even sit down before your assistant shows up in your office telling you of an emergency board meeting that you’re required to attend. You sit in the meeting as the board explains that they have to let you go.

“I just don’t understand, is it something I did?” you ask.

“We just want to go a different direction.” the CEO answers.

You pack your things and head home, spending no time feeling sorry for yourself. You prepare your resume and start calling all of your many contacts from all over the globe. Nobody wants to hire you or even give an interview. Some won’t even take your calls and you start getting frustrated.

“Stark blackballed you, I’m sorry.” Finally someone tells you.

“Thank you for telling me.”

“Yeah, just don’t tell anyone I told you ok?”

“Yeah of course.”

You hang up the phone and narrow your eyes. What an absolute asshole, you think. He ruined someones career because of sex. You stand up and storm over to Stark Tower demanding to be seen. Tony is obviously expecting you. He sits in his big office chair looking at you all smug and offers you a coffee. You don’t have the patience for whatever he’s doing and cut right to the chase.

“You blackballed me?”

Tony shrugs.

“I could go to the police,” you say.

“And say what? They won’t do anything to me, I’m a superhero and my wealth and influence is more than you could imagine.”

You want to punch him in the face, or maybe strangle him. If you had a pack of dogs you would definitely let them loose on him right now. Instead you raise your middle finger up and shout a very hostile string of vulgar insults before turning on your heel to storm out.

“I have a position available for you.” Tony says as you reach the door.

You turn back and cross your arms.

“Same salary you had before. Work here for a year and I’ll get you a job anywhere.”

“Why are you doing this? I don’t get your motivation.”

Tony taps his finger on his desk.

“I’ll send over the contract.”

It’s no use trying to get anything out of him and you know it. You go home and steam, pacing anxiously around your apartment and drinking. The contract arrives later in the evening and you look over it. The job is legitimate and good, actually better than your previous position. If he had just offered you the job you would have taken it but now, you shake your head,  Now there’s nowhere else for you to go. You sign the contract and send it back.

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You arrive at work on monday and organize your desk. It’s a nice office with a big window and private bathroom. You can do one year, you’ve certainly done worse.

Tony wastes no time visiting your office. He drops off flowers and chocolates and sends you dirty messages. You ignore it, knowing that anything you do will just spur him on more. It all becomes worse when you’re forced to start bringing files to Tony's personal quarters. You take a breath and knock on his door. When he opens you shove the files at him and start walking away. Tony follows you out and stops you, shoving you against the wall. You make yourself tall, shoving him back.

“This is not ok Tony, you need to stop this weird obsessive behavior.”

“You like it, I know you do.”

He shoves you again and your head hits the wall. You cry out and a woman you don’t recognize appears from behind a corner. She wears an apron and carries a duster so you assume she’s a housekeeper.

“Is everything ok?” She asks.

“We’re fine, you can leave for the night.”

The woman looks back and forth between you and Tony. You give her a small nod and a big customer service smile and she nods back before disappearing around the corner.

“Seriously, this needs to stop or I walk.”

“You won’t find another job if you walk.”

“I have savings.”

Tony looks away and runs his hand through his hair.

“You win this round, I’ll stay away.”

He runs a finger down your cheek before stepping away.

“I’m patient.”

You visibly cringe. He’s patient? You don’t know what he even means by that. Does he think you’ll change your mind and come to him? You should walk right now. You can find a little house in the countryside and live a simple life. Your rational brain reminds you that he would follow you. There’s nowhere you can go outside of his influence. You glare at him and retreat, not looking back.

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The next several weeks are quiet. Despite everything, you like your job. The people who

work for Stark are well paid and happy. If it wasn’t for Tony you would stay in the company indefinitely.

There’s no way you could anticipate what’s in the letter you get, so sweetly wrapped up like a present. You open it expecting the same sort of stuff Tony always sends. Maybe it’s tickets to a basketball game or a gift certificate for a massage with a flashy and inappropriate message attached, always with the inappropriate messages.

It’s not what you expect at all. You start shaking as you read every last bit and at the end you pick your phone up and call Tony.

“Come on up,” He says.

You stand at the elevator. You could turn around right now and leave, get all of your money and flee the country. You turn around and see a security guard looking at you. He holds a walky talky up to his mouth and waits. With a sigh, you press the button and go up. Tony waits for you on an empty floor, smiling wide.

“Don’t the avengers live here?”

“They’re out right now, it’s just you and me.”

He walks toward you and you back away a step for every one he takes. You eye the elevator.

“You won’t be leaving this floor for some time. If you behave we’ll see about you going back to work.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” you whisper.

“Watching Steve with his girl just… I want that.”

“So ask someone on a date?”

“I want you.”

“Why?”

Tony finally reaches you, taking your chin and pulling it up.

“At first it was like a game that I wanted desperately to win. Now It’s love.”

You want to throw up. You look back at the papers in your hand. He thought of everything. He has a detailed background check and list of every single friend and family member. He knows all of your passwords. He has a month worth of pictures of the two of you that he’s already started leaking to the press. To everyone else it looks like you’ve already been in a relationship. Worst of all he has video of you in your office holding files and carrying them out of the office. He has an intricate outline of how he’s able to frame you and send you to prison if he wants.

“It wouldn’t be a very fun game if I didn’t give you at least a chance to win. In one year I’ll ask you if you want to leave and if you say yes I’ll let you go.”

He raises his arm up and lands a slap across your face.

“You’ll break in a week though.”

Tears fall from your eyes for the first time since your mother died. Tony gestures for you to come with him and you do, following him without argument. He pushes you onto his bed and removes your underwear, lifting your skirt up.

“Open up baby,” He says pushing against your legs.

Your legs shake as you open them. He gives your pussy a small slap before climbing on top of you and thrusting in. He holds you down as he takes you, eyeing your tear stained face posessively.

“Hey, don’t be sad princess.”

He reaches down to your clit and starts circling it, forcing your body to betray you. You cling to him as your orgasm washes over you and he in turn comes, filling you with so much cum it starts dripping out. You try to go to the bathroom but he grabs your hand and pulls you back to the bed.

“This time you’ll stay.”  

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