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Tony Stark entered his penthouse finding a distressed Pepper, walking back and forth, biting her nails.
"Tony!" she rushed towards him. He looked at her in surprise, silently asking what the problem was. Instead of answering him she handed him a government issued soul match order. As he skimmed through it, Pepper just started to nervously talk and talk, waving her hands and almost giving herself a nervous breakdown.
"... and they just walked in dragging the girl, and she kept cursing at them and then they knocked her out and... and..."
"PEPPER!" Tony finally got through to her. "Take the rest of the day off and clear my schedule for the next week... I'm obviously not going anywhere for a while...
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Hours after capture, Darcy felt the drugs they had given her run along her body, her limbs feeling... slow. It was hard to think, to notice anything else but the arousal, chemically created, rising and burning.
She knelt on the soft mattress, spreader bar keeping her feet apart, wrists strapped to her ankles; course rope against soft skin: separating and binding her more than generous breasts, running tight across her abdomen and naked sex - clenching tighter every time she moved; Gag on her mouth, straining soft, plump lips; A surprisingly soft blindfold across her eyes.
Upon entering the room, Tony groaned at the perfection before him. All that pale skin, his to mark and bruise...
But, just to make sure there was no mistake, he checked to see if the marking on her wrist matched his. When his hand touched her wrist the girl flinched and tensed.
He didn't even think. He grabbed the rope at her abdomen and pulled up. Hard!
"Relax!" He commanded holding the rope steady. Knowing perfectly well the effect it would have. Still he didn't expect the pure rush that came over him at the reaction it caused. her cheeks flushed further and a moan, half pleasure half pain, could be heard through the gag. He knew that beneath the blindfold her eyes were clenching and he felt the desire of seeing them, of making them water or wrinkle, but to see the feelings and sensations he would cause. The fact that he wanted to see their colour was irrelevant, of course. He removed the piece of silk and, smirking, pulled the rope again harder even than before and repeated:"Relax!" softer this time and repeated it in a whisper near her ear, tickling it with his breath and tongue. Holding her close. He tried a different approach. "If you relax and you let yourself fall against me" he released the rope, nosed at her neck and massaged her aching breasts " I'll remove the rope..." he waited for a bit, and then uttered the words "I promise".
Slowly,- and tony realised, not because she trusted him but because she wanted the rope off - Darcy started to relax against him, as Tony nosed and kissed at her neck and jaw.
Once the rope was off, Tony knotted one end to the bed frame and with the rest he restrained her hands and elbows behind her back, thrusting her chest forward. He then removed the spreader bar, placing himself between her legs.
" A better man would have released you... Unfortunately for you I'm not a better man" and he entered her in one hard thrust
Darcy couldn't help herself. She didn't want this. She didn't want to follow the damn soul mate law. But she truly couldn't help herself. Her body had been on fire for hours and despite the setting, all his touches had been gentle. And her body had a will of its own. Her legs draped themselves around him, her hips moved in tempo with his and her back arched like a bow.
And for hours more all that went across her brain was: "Oh Fuck,fuck, fuck! please! Oh God! Yeeeees.... Oh Fuuuuuuuck!" in a tempo that wanted to go on and cease at the same time.