#dombucky

This is chapter 2! Hopefully it picks up now :)

It will get progressively more NSFW from this point on - You’ve been warned!

Warnings: DomBucky - Reader Sub, semi-public playing

You opened the door slowly, peeking up at James through Your eyelashes nervously. Your 15 minutes of pacing had done nothing for Your reeling mind, but the moment You met his eyes You stilled.

He was standing in your doorway, his 6’1” frame still taller than you - even when wearing your heels. He was dressed in a very sharp, tailored black suit complete with a blue tie that matched his eyes perfectly. His deep brown hair was perfectly styled on top of his head - How does he get it so voluminous and luxurious looking…. you thought to yourself, already thinking about running your hands through it.

“Good evening, Doll” he said, the timber of his voice was everything You remembered from your few voice chats - but somehow more. His lips upturned into a smile as You welcomed him into Your room so You could grab Your jacket and bag.

You could feel his eyes on you as You walked into the room, picking up Your purse from the bed. You were startled slightly when You turned back to him, surprised to see him just behind you. You put one hand to Your chest, trying to calm Your now racing heartbeat.

“Oh my goodness….” You breathed quietly with a chuckle, shivering slightly as You felt his large right hand ghost over Your hip. Your gaze was focused on the lapels of his jacket as his fingers danced up Your waist, gripping Your side gently.

“I must say, you look incredibly beautiful tonight, Y/N,” he told you, his eyes raking over Your face and figure in the navy and lace cocktail dress. Your knees shook when you looked up at him and caught him flicking his tongue over his lips. James could see a few bits of white lingerie through the lace details of the dress, but the navy material hid everything from Your waist down. He let his fingers grip the dress gently, lifting it slightly. “Did you like my gift?”

You nodded, lifting Your gaze to his for a moment before “Yes James, it was stunning.” You felt Your cheeks heating up as the fabric brushed against the tops of Your thighs. You fought the shiver that tried to force its way down Your body as he lifted the dress higher.

“I’m sure you won’t object to me making sure you’re wearing it all, will you Y/N?” he asked you, though from his tone You knew it wasn’t actually a question. James looked down at your face as You looked up again - shaking Your head no silently. His fingers gripped the hem of the dress, lifting it slowly above Your thighs. He could see the garter straps holding Your thigh high nylons on Your delicate legs. You nervously watched as James’ smile couldn’t be stopped when he lifted it higher and higher. You could see his vibrant blue eyes darken with desire. His pace was painfully slow for the young woman standing before him.

Your breath hitched slightly as You felt the air conditioning of the room breeze against Your exposed thighs and new revealed lower abdomen. To Your delight, You heard a low moan of approval as he took in Your white lace panties and garter belt. His chiseled jaw clenched as he let his fingers trace the bottom edge of the garter belt, chuckling as You flinched away with a giggle. He dropped the hem and lifted Your chin so You met his gaze.

“Very good, Doll,” he told you, kissing Your forehead gently. His words had you biting Your berry colored bottom lip gently, Your cheeks flushing further. He reached past you and grabbed Your jacket from the bed, holding it open to help you into it.

His chivalrous gesture shook you out of Your stupor as You laughed at Yourself again, shifting Your arms into the black coat. You adjusted Your hair, holding Your clutch in Your hand as James started to lead You from the room. Walking down the hall to the elevator, You tried to focus on anything but the feel of his large right hand at Your lower back guiding you to the doors. If it was possible, You could feel the heat from his hand radiating through Your coat and seeping into Your skin.

Your mind quickly wandered to thoughts of his other arm, his left arm. Through your conversations, James had admitted to having gone through a lot of trials in his life. His past military experience had left him with some physical and emotional wounds, but the most obvious was his prosthetic left arm. You’d only seen one picture of James that included the arm visibly and thoughts of his metal arm and fingers had consumed you for days.

Finally - the dinging of the elevator arriving on your floor stopped your train of thought from going too much further off the rails.

You both step onto the empty elevator. James kept his back to the wall and you to his left. He motioned for you to press the button and then tucked you back into his side. You were painfully aware that it was his left hand that guided you back next to him. His left hand had settled on your hip as he tucked you against his side. His prosthetic felt slightly different that his right arm. Instead of a fiery warmth, his left fingers left a trail of goosebumps. His fingertips felt firmer against your skin, but the way they still gripped your hip gently threatened to send your wandering mind into a tailspin, yet again.

About halfway down the building the elevator stopped again, opening for a mass of businessmen and women who must have been in town for a conference. James’ hand pressed against your hip, guiding you in front of him in the corner. As more people piled in, he moved his hand slowly around Your hip and left it to rest on Your lower abdomen. His prosthetic fingers were splayed over the soft navy fabric of your dress. He could feel You shivering against him, Your breathing heavy.

“Are you alright, Doll?” he asked gently, his lips just brushing Your ear. He used your pet name, hoping the familiarity would help calm you down.

You could barely hear him over the pounding of Your heart in Your chest. His hand splayed across Your stomach sending the butterflies in Your stomach into a frenzy. Your mind started wandering again to what it’d be like to feel his metal hand against Your skin, to feel his lips littering kisses over Your breasts. His voice shook you from Your daydream as You turned slightly to look up at him behind You.

“I’m fine…just a bit nervous and excited for tonight,” You admitted honestly, keeping Your voice low to maintain some privacy in the crowded elevator. A few of the businessmen let their eyes wander down Your body, focusing obviously on Your breasts and long lean legs. James caught a few of their hungry gazes and quickly moved his hand from Your stomach to Your chin, tilting Your face back toward his as he kissed you deeply. It was his “not-so-subtle” way of asserting his status with his girl. Those men shouldn’t have been gawking at what was “His” for the weekend.

As they all filed out of the elevator, he held you back gently till they were alone and then took Your small hand in his as they walked through the lobby. Stepping into the brisk night air of Manhattan, you reached up to close Your jacket against the breeze. You took a deep calming breath as You caught sight of the driver from earlier waiting for them in the jughandle driveway of the hotel.

“Good evening sir…miss” he said kindly as he opened the back door of the town car for them. James motioned for you to slide in first, watching Your lithe body slip into the car. He got in after you, placing his left hand on Your thigh and let his fingers slowly stroke the fabric. You found Yourself tucking Your body against his side, fighting off the chill of the air. You felt bold for a moment and looped Your arm through his that was extended and holding Your thigh. The metal was hard against your body, but it was still part of James and being this close to him felt so perfect.

He pointed out some of the sights of the city, showing you some of his favorite coffee shops and delis. You easily fell into a normal conversation about the city until the driver told you there was some traffic ahead and they were still 10 minutes away from the restaurant.

“That’s alright Hank - we’re enjoying the ride” James told him pleasantly, but as he dropped his lips close to Clara’s ear again his voice dropped an octave. “Did you think I was going to forget about your assignment from earlier?”

Your body stilled as You heard his words, having completely forgotten about what You’d left in the car earlier. Your grip on his arm tightened slightly as Your gaze turned to the cupholder where Your bra and panties were still tucked away. He followed the direction of Your deep eyes and couldn’t stop himself from smiling. He shifted forward, grabbing the lace and bringing it to his lap. You shifted nervously, looking over at him to gauge his reaction. You were chewing on Your lip again, watching his hands lift the navy bra and then the matching panties. He felt the delicate lace between his fingers and then looked closer at the thong. Your eyes widened as You saw what caught his attention - the dried remains of Your arousal from earlier.

“Y/N…How did it make you feel to take your bra off and leave it here for me?” he asked, looking at Your flushing face.

“I was nervous and felt kind of naughty” You whispered to him, Your fingers tangling with each other in your lap. Having conversations like this online was world’s different than having him next to you. When you spoke like this before he was still miles and miles across the country. You couldn’t feel the heat radiating from him or the firmness of his arm against your side. You had already blushed through Your computer many times, but feeling the intensity of his gaze and hearing the depth of his voice had Your cheeks turning a new shade of pink.

“Did you take your panties off when you took the bra, or did you have to think about it?” James asked, his voice still deep.

Your teeth gnawed at Your lip again, Your eyes meeting his briefly before flicking back down the panties in his hand. “I thought about it for a bit…” You admitted, “But I really wanted to push myself and maybe surprise you?” Your sentence upturned at the end, indicating You weren’t sure about how to word Your feelings and thoughts.

James leaned closer to you, his lips brushing your ear. “Did it turn you on, thinking about me finding these panties here…knowing you took them off for me?” As he asked you, he abandoned the panties in his lap and let his right hand trail up Your thigh, starting to disappear under the hemline of Your dress.

Your breath caught in Your chest again, Your body frozen by his words and his touch. You tried to think of what to say, humming out the start of a sentence a few times. “I uh….It…It was….” You struggled to compose Yourself as You felt his fingers sliding higher and higher, finally meeting bare skin as he got above the thigh highs. You couldn’t hold back a quiet moan as You felt his fingertips grazing the edge of Your panties at the apex of Your thigh.

“I already know the answer, Doll….” he admitted darkly, letting his fingertips tease the edge of the silk lace he’d picked out for you. “You can’t hide the evidence on such lovely dark lace. I just want to hear you say it…”

You took a deep breath, not completely aware of his hungry gaze on Your breasts straining against Your bra in the dress. Your cleavage was tastefully disguised under the black lace overlay, but in close quarters he could clearly see how the cups cradled Your breasts. He had to bite back a moan of his own as You started to relax in the seat, Your legs spreading slightly on their own.

“It turned me on a lot,” You finally whispered avoiding his gaze.

“Look at me, Y/N, and tell me how it felt” he commanded.

You turned Your face to look up at him, Your dark eyes filled with lust and desire. “It made me feel so naughty…with Hank just up front and all the cars around. I just thought about how it’d feel to be pantyless for you - mmmmm” You stopped with a deep moan as he let his fingers trace Your slit through the fabric of the panties. Your head resting gently on his shoulder.

“Keep going…” he whispered to you again, his finger stopping it’s movements against you.

You took in a gulp of air, trying to refocus on Your train of thought, “And – and how pleased I’d hope you’d be knowing I wanted to do it all for you…”

His finger applied more pressure now, gently pressing the dampening panties between your lips. He leaned down and kissed you hungrily, stopping you from anxiously chewing on them for a moment. He could practically feel Your body melting into the kiss, knees opening further as You shivered for him again.

Before you could go further, Hank announced that you had arrived. James pulled his lips away and removed his hand from under Your dress, tracing his fingertips back down Your thighs. He let his eyes look over you again - seeing Your eyes still closed in a semi-blissed out state. He had such a hold over you already and you hadn’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.

“Do you need a moment to compose yourself, Doll?” he asked kindly, tucking the bra back into the cup holder but choosing to tuck the panties into his right pocket.

You lazily turned Your head toward him, opening Your eyes with a deep breath. “I think I’m okay….my knees might be a bit weak” You told him with a quiet chuckle as he slid out and held out his hand to you. His grip on Your hand as he helped you out was strong and tender, holding you for a moment so You could get Your legs back under You.

He pulled you into a hug, “You were very good, Doll” he told you, “I’m very pleased so far.”

Your face looked up at him, excitement shining in Your eyes. Hearing those words, ‘You were good, Doll’ or ‘I’m pleased’ were what You thrived on. You found Yourself so excited that You’d done well so far and only hoped to keep going in that direction.