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Bucky Barnes was disgusted by me. And I was pretty sure I knew why.
It hadn’t always been that way. It had started when I was hired as the content creator for the New Avengers, just a month after Ms de Fontaine had announced them to the world. Bucky and I had been getting along okay, slowly building at least a good working relationship, if not a solid friendship.
He had started to bring me my favorite coffee from a shop across the street. I had recommended a few books he read that we then discussed.
We had even briefly discussed maybe going together and seeing an upcoming movie adaptation of one of the books.
And then he’d caught a glimpse of a text on my phone.
“Who the fuck is this guy talking to you like this?”
Bucky had just been scrolling through several pictures I had taken of training that morning and was supposed to help me select the photos he liked best for an Instagram post.
“Christopher?” Bucky growled. “Do you need me to get him to leave you alone?”
My heartrate had picked up immediately. Of course he would text me right when Bucky had my phone. Of course I would be too stupid not to have shut off text previews on banner notifications.
I grabbed the phone out of Bucky’s hands and read the text.
I can’t wait to spank that filthy cunt. Just what my little slut deserves.
Even as I tried to determine what to say to Bucky, my core pulsed at the message.
“Uh, Bucky, you don’t need to go after this guy. He’s a friend of mine. Well more than a friend, actually.”
The look on Bucky’s face had been one of total confusion. Before he had a chance to ask one of what I assumed were many questions, I explained.
“Christopher is what is referred to as a dom. I’m… a sub. I like being… submissive in bed. We aren’t dating, but we, uh, have done some…stuff. This text is, well, something I like.”
I knew my face was likely bright red, could feel the heat deepening.
“You…like being spoken to like this?” His cadence made it clear he was digesting the information bit by bit.
“Yes. I do.”
“Oh.” He was quiet for a moment and then he stood. “I should probably go. Pick whichever photo you think is best. You’re the expert.”
I watched him walk away from the living area towards the hall, calling after him. “Bucky? Hey, it’s okay, you don’t have to-“
The sound of the door closing had cut the rest of my sentence as it died in my throat.
That had been three months ago. Bucky had barely spoken to me after that, using clipped sentences only when necessary.
I hadn’t really considered that Bucky might still harbor many old fashioned beliefs and might see sub/dom relationships as disgusting or wrong. And it really crushed me that he did.
But I had a job to do, so I did it, and tried to ignore how badly I wanted to cry every time I thought about it.
I was sitting in my office in the Watchtower when Yelena burst in.
“What are you doing working? It’s Friday. We must go out!” Yelena jumped up on the edge of my desk.
“I have to get these last posts done. And besides, it’s only three. A little early for partying, don’t you think?”
Yelena opened her mouth to respond, but Valentina stuck one high-heeled foot into the doorway and interrupted.
“No time for partying. I need you in the situation room.”
I expected her to look at Yelena, but instead she looked straight at me.
“Me?” I furrowed my eyebrows.
“Yes, you,” she said impatiently. “Now, please.”
Yelena and I shared a confused look, but I scooted back from my chair and trailed after Valentina for the conference room down the hall, one we all had taken to calling the situation room.
Valentina entered ahead of me and settled in the chair at the head of the table.
“Um, may I ask why I’m needed?” I sat two chairs away from her, feeling odd in the large seat. I’d never actually sat in the room before.
“I’ll explain in just a moment. We’re waiting on — ah, finally.”
And, of course, in walked Bucky looking like he would rather be getting invasive dental surgery.
He took stock of the room and halted mid-step.
“Why the hell is she here?” He nodded towards me, still looking angry.
“You have a mission tomorrow night and she will be joining you,” Valentina said like it wasn’t an absolutely unheard of thing for me to be in this room.
Bucky opened his mouth to protest but Valentina went on before he could interrupt. He scowled and leaned against the wall nearby, arms crossed.
“A member of the House - Representative Smith of West Virginia is well-known on Capital Hill for his parties; it’s a bit of an open secret amongst members. I have secured you an invite and plus-one. You,” she turned to me, “will be Bucky’s date.”
“She’s not trained for missions. It’s too dangerous,” Bucky protested. “She won’t know the first thing to do if shit goes down.”
Despite agreeing with him at least a little, I felt the need to defend myself. “Hey, I have common sense, thank you.”
“She also has something else very important to this particular party — experience in the environment. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Our target is this man.” She took a moment to flip to a photo on the screen behind her. “Senator John Dessen. He has a chip with intel of particular interest.”
“Let me guess — he keeps this chip with him at all times?” Bucky asked drily.
“Of course. It’s in his watch. We’ve made a replica of the watch.” Valentina set a large golden monstrosity of a wristwatch on the table in front of her. “You’ll need to find a way to swap them out and bring the watch back here.”
I interjected, “But what is the experience I have that would be important to that?”
I swore I saw Valentina smirk at me. “Representative Smith holds BDSM parties.”
My stomach dropped. “Why… why would I know about BDSM?”
Valentina was now definitely smirking. “I know everything about the people who work for me. The party is couples only.”
Bucky grunted, “Why not Yelena?”
Valentina shook her head. “Yelena is an excellent actress, but submissiveness is not something she would come by easily, not in time for tomorrow night. We need someone who has been involved with the lifestyle for a long while — someone who will naturally understand the ins and outs, and can help guide Bucky when needed.”
I was speechless, wrapping my brain around it all. Bucky was going to pretend to be my dom at a party where we had to swap out a replica watch for a real one with some important intel? Bucky. The man who barely gave me the time of day?
“This will never work,” Bucky insisted. “You expect me to take someone into the field who has literally no experience with such. She can just teach Yelena what to do. How hard must it be to just teach someone to just shut up and do what I say?”
Valentina smiled that confident smile, shifting her gaze away from Bucky and on to me. “Well? What do you think? Could you teach Yelena to ‘shut up and do what he says?’”
Now it was my turn to scowl at Bucky. “Wow, that’s a lot of words to say you don’t understand BDSM at all.”
“Then it’s settled. I’ll have clothes for both of you delivered tomorrow afternoon. Tomorrow, I need you to teach Bucky the basics and practice. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you the importance of being in tune with one another.”
Without waiting for an answer, Valentina stood, only pausing to hand Bucky a file and the watch in question. “Have a good night.”
The situation room was silent in her absence, somehow growing even colder.
“We’ll meet at noon tomorrow. The training room.” Bucky pushed himself off the wall and made to leave.
“Wait, we can’t do this there. It’s too public.” I clambered to scoot the chair back and stand, nearly tripping in my haste.
Bucky pursed his lips and then nodded. “My room then.”
And then he was gone, leaving me to wonder what the hell I had done in agreeing to this mission.
*~*
I knocked on Bucky’s door at 11:57, knowing better than to be late. I’d heard him bitch about Walker being late more times than I could recount.
The door swung open almost instantly, Bucky scowling on the other side.
I went in wordlessly and closed the door behind me, locking it for good measure.
“Valentina sent the clothes early.” Bucky gestured to four boxes sitting on the kitchen table, two of them shoe-sized. The other two clearly were designed for clothes, but one was noticeably smaller than the other. I had a feeling I knew what that meant. I didn’t even want to look at what Valentina had chosen.
Bucky stood at his kitchen counter with a cup of coffee. “Okay so, here’s what we’ll do. We go in, find the Senator as soon as possible. You just sit there and pretend we’re together. I’ll get him drunk, switch the watches, and we’ll leave.”
“Very little of that is plausible.” I shook my head at him. “You’re not likely to get him drunk. A lot of doms restrict their alcohol when they’re playing. It dampens their senses too much. You’ll need to distract him and make the swap.”
“Look, sweetheart, I know you do this… sex play thing, but everything else happening today is my area of expertise.”
I settled myself on the couch across the room from him, my annoyance clearly displayed in my expression. “Given that much of this mission comes down to ‘this sex play thing,’ you’re gonna need to know what the fuck to do. So either shut up and let me tell you what’s gonna happen or you can figure out how to tell Valentina that the only subbie you’ll have with you tonight is your own dick.”
He looked like he wanted to argue with me, but knew I was right. “Fine.”
I let out a breath and nodded. “Alright. So here are the basics: you don’t address any of the submissives directly, only their doms. You’ll be expected to answer for me, either by deciding for me or by passing on the question for my answer. For example, if someone offers us food, you could either accept it for me and give it to me or you could turn and ask me if I would like anything. Different couples have different preferences.”
“How on earth would I know if you want food without asking?”
I ignored the fact that he had interrupted me, my mouth open to continue, and I answered his question instead. “A good dom asks. A great dom knows their sub well enough to know what they need at any moment. Whether that’s food, drink, or something else.”
“The something else being sexual, I assume?”
I narrowed my eyes at him, his expression too smug for my liking. “Sometimes. A dom/sub relationship isn’t just about sex, Bucky. It’s about trust and understanding. A sub has to put trust in their dom, and the dom has to truly care about their sub’s needs. Doms have a lot of power, both physically and emotionally. Sometimes a Dom just checks in to make sure their sub has eaten or had enough water, and after a scene, after a sub has been dominated sexually, then the Dom provides aftercare. Cuddling or blankets or water.”
Bucky’s stance had shifted, and he looked almost chastised.
“So tonight. I will follow you everywhere. There will likely be BDSM furniture or a dungeon there, if this guy is as serious as Valentina claims.”
“A dungeon?” Bucky’s voice was filled with disbelief.
“Yes. A dungeon.” I opened my phone up to an online BDSM shop. “Here are some types of furniture or toys we’re likely to see.”
I stood and crossed the room to stand next to him at the kitchen counter. “This is a St Andrew’s Cross. The person gets strapped to it like this.” I swiped to another photo of the cross but with a woman tied to it. Then I swiped again, trying to ignore the jolts of arousal the images were giving me. “These are types of stockades and cages. There will probably also be sex swings and ropes. Some subs may look like they’re in pain. It is absolutely important that you don’t intervene. The subs have safewords; they’ll use them if they need them. And at no point should you look disgusted or surprised by anything you see. If this is going to be believable, they’ll expect that none of this is new to you.”
Bucky turned and walked away from me.
“Bucky, where are you going? You need to be familiar with all of this before tonight.”
He waved his hand in the air like he was dismissing me. “Text me the link and I’ll look at it more in-depth later. What else do I need to know?”
I rolled my eyes at me but didn’t argue. “Fine. Subs never call their doms by name when they’re ‘playing.’ It’s usually Sir or Master. Some doms like being called Daddy, but that’s a pretty specific kink.”
“Sir is fine.” Bucky had since turned back to face me, leaning against the arm of his couch.
I nodded in acknowledgment. “Some doms call their subs by their actual names, or a certain term of endearment they use. Others go by things like subbie. If the sub is into it, the dom may call them degrading names as well.”
“Degrading names?”
“Like slut, whore, cockslut. That’s mostly during scenes though some use it all the time.”
“And what do you like?” Bucky’s expression was unreadable as he asked. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking though I desperately wanted to.
“Out of scene? Sub or subbie, or a term of endearment is fine. In scene? I like degradation.” I fought hard not to look embarrassed at admitting this to someone who was, essentially, my coworker.
He was absorbing each word, still expressionless, but clearly taking it all in and filing it away for tonight.
“Alright, so most subs have some hard nos. These are things they absolutely will not do. I’m figuring many of mine won’t be in play tonight anyway because they’re mostly in specialized clubs. But generally, my hard nos are choking, anything involving pee or feces—“ I almost laughed at Bucky breaking his stoic expression as his eyes widened at that one — “and knife play or anything that involves blood or cutting my skin.”
“I doubt we will even have to worry about knowing any of those. This is all just for appearance’s sake.” Bucky shook his head and gestured to the clothing boxes. “We’ll get dressed up, look the part, do the swap, and leave.”
I leveled a look at him. “I’ve been to parties where it’s expected that everyone will play. Even if that’s not the case, it’s going to look incredibly odd if we aren’t even touching the entire night. Many subs sit in their dom’s lap or are played with while watching others in a scene.”
Bucky seemed to be doing calculations in his head. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but I knew his mind was going a mile a minute.
“If you knew this yesterday, why did you accept the mission?”
I was taken aback. Of all the questions I expected, that one wasn’t on the list.
“Does anyone say no to Valentina?” I shrugged.
Bucky frowned. “If you aren’t comfortable with this—“
I interrupted him with a wave of my hand and shake of my head. “No it’s okay. It sounds important.”
He took a step toward me. “Doll, you just said these relationships are all about trust.”
I met his eyes with mine. “Bucky, you may not like me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t trust you.”
His mouth opened once, then immediately closed. I raised an eyebrow to question it, and he continued.
“Who said I don’t like you?”
I merely scoffed. “Come on. We need to practice being okay with touching each other.”
Bucky’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. “Is that necessary?”
“Is it necessary that we be okay with touch when we will be at a BDSM party in a few hours?” I gave him an incredulous look.
“Can’t we just fake it?”
I sighed, tired of pushing every point. “Fine, I guess you can just Google some BDSM porn or something. But you have to remember not to act like we’ve never done anything together. You’ll need to act like you find me attractive.”
I peeked into the smaller box and confirmed it was mine, and then opened the shoeboxes, scooping the one with heels into my arms. “I’ll meet you here at 9?”
“Sure. That works.” He looked utterly disinterested.
With another, albeit quieter, sigh, I left his apartment, mourning for the first time in a while the feelings I’d once had for him.
*~*
Given that I had no interest in riding the subway back to the tower wearing an outfit meant for a BDSM party, I only went home briefly to pick up some other clothes and make up, and then I opted to grab dinner nearby and wait in my office until it was time to get ready.
I wasn’t entirely certain how we were getting to the party though I suspected Valentina had organized some sort of town car or something, so I put on the lingerie Valentina had purchased for me — consciously trying not think about the fact that Bucky would be spending the entire night with me while I wore it — and covered it as best I could with dress slacks and a blouse, followed by a long coat. I was suddenly very grateful that it was January and bitterly cold outside.
I managed the shoes with little issue despite the thin almost three-inch heel, and trudged carefully to the elevator, swiping my badge that got me access to the apartments.
Bucky opened the door and walked out before I was even within distance to knock. He was wearing a suit though tailored and nicer than the ones I’d seen him in before.
“Is that what Valentina sent, or is there something else underneath?” I narrowed my eyes at his clothes.
“Just this, but with a note that I should shed some of it at the appropriate time.” He rolled his eyes before looking me up and down. It looked like he wanted to ask me a question, but he didn’t, so I didn’t offer any more than that.
When it was clear I wasn’t going to say anything else, he continued.
“The car is downstairs. Valentina insisted we have a driver.” He looked thoroughly annoyed by this.
“I figured she would. That’s her style, after all.” I trailed behind him into the elevator, both of us silent. Despite my quiet demeanor, my stomach was in knots.
Bucky clearly couldn't stand being around me, but even knowing that, I couldn’t ignore how attracted I was to him. Even just standing next to him, my body was tingling. Though that may also have had something to do with how my body naturally reacted when wearing lingerie — the idea that I would soon be on display was already turning me on. None of that boded well for me.
All I wanted was to get through this night as unscathed as possible, and perhaps, afterward, I would find a new job far away from Bucky Barnes.
*~*
The downstairs of the mansion where the party was being held seemed tame — it would likely have been confused with a high school make out party had most of those in attendance not been at least 30.
But the downstairs wasn’t where we needed to be. Based on the intel, Senator Dessen would absolutely be in the basement where more hardcore play was happening.
With a shared glance, Bucky led the way down a curved marble staircase. The basement level seemed to have been redone specifically for these parties. The stairs dumped us off onto a small landing where two people stood as if guarding a door behind them.
One of them greeted us and then directed us to a large closet underneath the stairs. “All outer clothes here please. Only playwear beyond this point.”
I swallowed down my nervousness and trailed Bucky; he handed me a wooden hanger from the rack.
A line of heels encouraged me to free myself of the ridiculous shoes Valentina had gotten me and then, without looking at Bucky, I shed my coat, setting it down on a nearby bench while I continued undressing. I removed my blouse first and then my slacks. I quickly hung each piece on the hanger and took a deep breath before turning back to Bucky.
As usual, his expression gave me little clue into his thoughts as he took in what Valentina had gotten me. The top had the silhouette of a camisole and was a skintight, see-through black, but with a zipper straight up the middle; one quick pull and the entire front could open. It dipped so low on my breasts that they were almost spilling over, the very tips of my nipples visible above the fabric. Underneath the see-through fabric were two darker spots that hid my nipples for greater allure, but the rest of my breasts were clear to see. The top stopped just above my navel, and the bottoms, which were merely panties of the same fabric, started just at my freshly-trimmed mound. I wasn’t certain if Bucky had seen the back of my lingerie yet or not as the panties’ back was largely made up of cut-outs, showing most of my bare ass.
I was used to wearing very little when I was at the BDSM club I frequented, but I knew most of the people there, and many of them were also of a similar body type as me — large hips, thick waist and thighs, big breasts. Being so close to naked in front of Bucky, however, and in front of so many people that I didn’t know had me close to panic.
Bucky had simply stripped off his shirt and coat, now only wearing his shoes and dress slacks.
I crossed my arms over my chest without thinking about it, and Bucky raised an eyebrow at me.
“Arms down.” His voice dipped lower than normal, exerting an air of total control.
My arms dropped slowly, confused by the shift.
He drew in close to me and whispered, “I guess I know how to Google some BDSM porn or something.” Bucky stood up straight and then spoke louder as we were let into the room behind the closed door. “No covering up those pretty tits.”
I was grateful he had already looked away as I flushed red at his words, something I never did when submissive.
The basement was dimly lit but still light enough to see perfectly well. It was difficult to see how large the space was exactly, but it was filled with all manner of BDSM furniture.
My core pulsed at the sounds and sights around us. A sub nearby was strapped to a St Andrew’s cross, her breasts flogged by a naked man. Beyond her was a man on his knees, his dom strapping his cock and balls into a male chastity cage.
I followed Bucky through the basement until he slowed and casually hung back to wait for me. His arm slung around me, his hand resting on my bare waist as he leaned down to speak in my ear.
“Don’t look over there immediately. Just skim the room while I’m talking to you. Dessen is at eleven o’clock. Leather pants, unbuttoned shirt.”
I giggled like Bucky had said something funny, browsing the room surreptitiously until I spotted him. He was sitting on the left side of a small couch watching two female subs pleasuring each other on the floor in front of him. Based on the way he was egging them on, I suspected one of them was his sub.
I nodded and spoke loudly like Bucky had said something else to me. “Yes, sir.”
Bucky strolled towards Dessen, pausing just next to the chair. I stood just behind, observing silently.
“Always a lovely sight to behold,” Bucky said casually.
Dessen glanced up at him. “Ah Congressman Barnes. I wouldn’t have placed bets that you would be here this evening.”
Bucky shrugged. “BDSM is one of the changes since the 40s I can really get behind. Nothing quite like edging a pretty sub until they’re begging for release.”
His words had me almost gasp in surprise, my body clearly reacting to the image that popped in my head. He really had studied up.
Dessen hummed approvingly. “I couldn’t agree more, Barnes. Care for a ringside seat?” The senator gestured to the open spot next to him on the couch before noticing me. “I’m sure my girls wouldn’t mind if your sub joined them.”
“They’re both yours?” I noticed Bucky didn’t respond to the suggestion as he took the proffered seat.
“Yes, sometimes I’m far too tired to do much beyond watch. I am getting up there, after all.” He chuckled. “These are just the two I brought with me tonight. I have a few others on stand by.”
While Dessen spoke, I tried to get Bucky’s attention to hint he needed to tell me what I should do.
Unfortunately, Dessen noticed before Bucky.
“Barnes, your girl looks a bit lost. There’s plenty of room here at my feet if she needs somewhere to sit.” He leered up at me, and I felt my skin crawl.
I was waiting for Bucky to agree with Dessen; sitting me on the floor would work well in his favor as it meant I was being submissive but he didn’t have to touch me.
But then he spoke and took me completely by surprise.
“I never put my subbie on the floor when she has a perfectly good seat here in my lap.” He looked up at me expectantly while I fought against showing my shock.
I schooled my expression and stepped over to him, turning to settle into his lap. At the last second, his arms reached out, hands grasping my sides and lifting me like I were an unruly cat. He settled me squarely on his lap, his flesh hand dropping to the inside of my upper thigh. I gulped at how close his hand was to my core.
Dessen and Bucky made some small talk until the subs performing for him cried out, reaching their climaxes. Dessen motioned for the naked women to sit at his feet.
“So, Barnes, when can we see how lovely your sub looks begging for mercy?”
Bucky’s hand slid from my thigh, up and over my hip bone, to cup my right breast, massaging torturously slowly.
A part of me wanted to hold back on reacting out of my annoyance for Bucky, but I knew it needed to seem genuine for the mission, so I let out my moans at each of his strokes.
I could hear the smirk in Bucky’s voice. “She’ll beg eventually. I like to make sure she’s thoroughly worked up.”
Dessen smirked as well. “Let me know if you need any help with that.”
I stiffened at his expression despite knowing it could help our mission. Bucky must have felt it because he started to turn Dessen down, but I had a sudden thought as he spoke.
“I don’t typically share—“
I turned around to look at him with a pleading expression.
He paused, taking it in. “Yes, little sub?”
“Please, sir? May I sit in his lap?”
Bucky was studying my face. To anyone else it would’ve looked like he was debating if he wanted to allow it, but I could tell he was trying to determine if I was comfortable with it. This wasn’t a side I was used to seeing from him anymore. Before I wouldn’t have been surprised by such consideration from him, but after he saw the text… I didn’t think he really cared enough. Not with how much he avoided me.
“Alright, my little slut. Go ahead.” Bucky lifted me up again to help me shift to Dessen’s lap, but I turned deftly to face the Senator, my pussy dangerously close to the tent in his pants.
“Well aren’t you a bold thing?” The senator sneered.
My heart pounding in my chest, I took a chance and gently settled my hand over his wrist while I began to press down against his thighs and writhe into him.
“Normally I don’t like my subs taking initiative, but this I’m enjoying.” His smile made me want to throw up but I took his distraction as opportunity and shifted my hand just enough so my fingers rested over his watch band. With each move of my hips, I fiddled more with the clasp, which was a specialized custom piece that required me to open a tiny compartment before clicking on a button which would free one side of the band from the other.
Dessen shifted his hand just as I finished, requiring me to drop my hand away from his wrist.
But rather than fall away, it remained in place, the band still needing a tug to come loose.
Dessen was busy watching my breasts to notice. I glanced briefly at Bucky and eyed the watch so he saw what was going on, trying not to lose my rhythm as I gyrated on Dessen’s lap, jiggling my breasts more than usual to keep him interested.
I needed to think of something that would loosen the watch.
Just as I rattled through all the options, Dessen lifted his hand to squeeze my breast, but not just any arm — the one with the watch.
He wore his watch on his dominant arm! Pushing away the annoying questions I had about why he would do that, I formulated a plan.
Bucky, meanwhile, had sat through this pretending to look intrigued by it all, like a dom appreciating his sub, but I knew he was likely hiding the disgust he had shown over that text from Christopher. And I was certain what I was about to do next would further that.
I really was going to need a new job by the end of this mission.
I smirked at Dessen and stilled my body, pausing my writhing to press my fingers to my clit over the fabric of the panties.
“I don’t recall telling you to touch yourself, whore. Barnes, it looks like your girl needs some punishing.”
Bucky shot me a look and then agreed with Dessen.
I pleaded with Bucky, “Please sir, can Master Dessen punish me?” I turned back to look at the senator, my voice dipping into a challenging, bratty tone. “I’m not sure he still has the strength to spank me as hard as you do.”
Dessen took the bait as I expected, his smirk shifting to a somber expression of a dom gearing up for punishment. “Congressmen Barnes, if you allow it, I would simply love to show your little brat how it’s done.”
Bucky let out a chuckle, but it seemed off to me somehow. But he agreed, so I slid off Dessen’s lap and stood awaiting his instructions.
Dessen led me to a spanking bench and strapped me down, my mostly-bare ass raised up high for easier access. Despite the cut-outs in the panties, I felt him slide my panties completely off, my bare pussy pressing against the bench.
From my peripheral vision, I saw Bucky watching, arms crossed as he took in the scene. I wished I could read his mind.
“Safe word?” Dessen crossed into my view of Bucky; in his hand was a paddle lined with silver studs.
“Arrow.”
“I believe twenty-five seems to be a fair number, hm? Count and thank me for each one, are we clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
He nodded and disappeared out of my line of vision.
Bucky had shifted further into view, and I guessed that based on his angle, he was able to watch both my face and the spanking. It made sense — if he were really my dom, he would be nearby to make sure I wasn’t avoiding using my safeword.
He’d been right. Even though I hadn’t gone in depth with him in my lesson that afternoon, he had slipped into his role with ease.
My thoughts shifted suddenly as the first spank hit my ass with a resounding smack.
“One! Thank you, sir!” I shouted, surprised at the force of the blow.
Bucky’s jaw clenched and I wondered briefly if the seeming violence of this all triggered him.
Once more, my thoughts vanished as Dessen spanked me again, this time on the other ass cheek.
“Two! Thank you, sir!”
By four and five, the pain was layering and mixing with pleasure and the crowd around us was growing. A couple of doms who were watching began to play with their subs to tease them.
Bucky, meanwhile, looked the part of a serious dom, but I knew it was simply that he had no desire to be witness to this.
My melancholy at that thought fled at the tenth hit when I heard Dessen’s watch clatter to the floor. Bucky sprung quickly into action, grabbing it from the floor.
“Here you are, Senator,” Bucky said.
Had I not known about the swap, I would’ve missed the moment Bucky dropped the real watch into his pocket. He made a show of putting the fake watch on Dessen for him, nodding once it was complete.
Dessen thanked him and turned back to me. “Thought you got a reprieve huh? Well, let’s get back to it, shall we?”
“Actually, Senator, if you don’t mind, I have… plans… for my little subbie,” Bucky winked at me.
Dessen looked torn but ultimately handed the paddle to Bucky. “On the condition that you finish her punishment. I believe there were fifteen remaining?”
Bucky glanced at me; I could practically see the wheels turning in his head. “I’d be delighted.”
At that moment, I decided two things: that Bucky was a much better actor than I had given him credit for, and that I would have sold my soul if the lascivious look he gave me had been real and not all a part of our mission.
The super soldier strolled behind me, calling, “Now don’t forget to count! We wouldn’t want to add more spanks, would we?”
The first slap smarted against me, my ass still stinging from the paddling Dessen had given men
“Eleven! Thank you, sir!”
Twelve and thirteen radiated through my bottom half, and by fourteen, I had tears brimming my eyes. It wasn’t until sixteen that I could no longer hold in the moan that had been building. Bucky’s pace picked up then, smacking when I was barely halfway through saying thank you.
I was struggling to remember what number we were on by the time the paddle thwacked me for the twenty-fourth time.
I cried out at the last smack, my ass stinging and warm, pleasure buzzing inside me. “Twenty-five. Thank you, sir!”
Bucky untied the restraints and helped me down, handing me the panties that Dessen had removed. “Would you like these?”
A distinct part of me didn’t want any fabric on my bottom just then, but a stronger part of me was embarrassed for Bucky to see me without panties. I slid them back on and up, wincing with the movement.
“Come along,” said Bucky, leading the way towards a St Andrew’s cross just a few feet away from where onlookers were enjoying the screams of a sub getting fucked from behind.
Bucky stopped in front of the cross and nodded to it. “Back facing the cross.”
I wanted to ask him why he was still in his mission role, but didn’t want to blow our cover; I wasn’t entirely certain if it mattered at this point or not, but until I knew for sure, I figured I’d better follow Bucky’s lead.
As soon as my back touched the leather, Bucky had hold of my wrist, strapping it in place above my head. He followed suit with the other wrist and then leaned in close to me so only I could hear him.
“Do I have your consent? You can say no and I’ll unstrap you and we’ll leave.”
He… wanted to dom me? Even as I knew he would never again give me the time of day, my lust gave into the temptation.
“Yes, sir,” I said loudly. “Please, sir.” I was only a little ashamed of how breathy and desperate I sounded.
Bucky looked me in the eyes for several moments before nodding. Without further hesitation, he grasped the zipper pull on my top and unzipped it entirely, my breasts falling free as each side of the shirt hung on my shoulders.
Both of his hands, vibranium and flesh, reached up and cradled my breasts as if they were porcelain, but soon enough his hands massaged deeper and began to pull and tweak my nipples until I moaned at how aroused I had become.
Bucky didn’t say anything, just observed like he was at a stake out.
But then his hands were pulling away and I immediately found myself missing them, only forgetting my disappointment when Bucky yanked my panties down and off of my legs, leaving them in a pile next to me.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice much more commanding than I’d heard before.
If that was the voice he used with the team on missions, it was a good thing I didn’t have any super powers to become one of them because I would be utterly useless to them hearing that voice over and over.
I did as he said and he strapped my ankles into cuffs at the bottom of the cross, my bare pussy aching with want. We had a small audience building as well, which only further increased my excitement and arousal.
Bucky stood back after I was secured in the straps; his gaze made me fidget partially from want and partially from how different it felt coming from Bucky.
He seemed to decide on something, walking behind the cross where I had seen a small shelf of toys ranging from dildos and vibrators to impact and torment instruments.
I squirmed as he reappeared, chained nipple clamps in his hands. Bucky took care in stretching my nipples so the clamps pinched deliciously; the chain that connected the clamps hung to my navel adding to the pleasure.
Bucky’s eyes darkened as I moaned, the chain clanking together as it swayed.
“Hm, that’s good to know,” he drawled. “Now…how else can I make you moan? It shouldn’t be too hard, right? You are just a little slut, aren’t you?”
I closed my eyes and let out a whimper.
I felt Bucky’s metal finger press to my chin, his breath hot on my ear as he whispered, “No closing your eyes, doll. I want you to see what I’m doing to you.”
My eyes popped open as he walked back around me out of sight.
He returned quickly with a vibrator, turning it on almost immediately as he knelt in front of my spread legs. The smirk he wore as he pressed the vibrator to my pulsing vulva was just as dirty as what he was doing to me.
I screamed at the sudden intensity of the vibrator. He pressed it against my clit and then all at once, two of his flesh fingers thrust up into me.
“Fuuuuck! Oh my g- sir!” I gasped for air, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm me.
Bucky peered up at me, continuing his ministrations while he spoke. “Is this what you like? You like being trussed up in front of everyone while your dom fucks you with his fingers? You like everyone knowing how much of a slut you are? This pussy is so fucking wet. I’ve barely done anything and you’re almost dripping all over my hand.”
I moaned loudly, already nearing climax.
“Is this little whore gonna come?” Bucky licked his bottom lip and suddenly his fingers and the vibrator were gone.
I cried out at the loss. “Bucky, please!”
He stood, his fingers held out, covered in my slick. “What did you call me?”
“Shit. Sir, I’m sorry, sir! Please… oh my… pleeeaase.” I writhed against the restraints desperate for more.
Bucky stepped into my space and held his fingers to my mouth. “Open wide.”
My mouth dropped open and I sucked on his fingers, licking off the salty wetness he had gathered from inside me.
Once he was satisfied I’d had enough time to clean them, he took them out and studied them, pleased with my job. “Good girl.”
I nearly shuddered at his words.
Once again, Bucky knelt down, returning the vibrator and his fingers to their prior positions.
He stared up at me, watching with lust in his eyes. “Are you going to come for me? Hm? Or perhaps I’ll take you down from there and fuck that dirty mouth of yours with my cock. Watch as I come down that pretty throat?”
Between his words and the overwhelming pleasure he was giving me, my orgasm was rapidly building again.
“Sir…siiiir… please. Pleeaaase…” I begged.
“Please what, slut?”
I sobbed, “Please may I come?”
Bucky’s lips turned upwards in the barest hint of a smile. “You may.”
He adjusted the position on the vibrator so it just touched my clit, and the sudden pressure change sent me over, screaming as loudly as I could, head thrown back as I trembled against the straps, my body convulsing with the strength of the orgasm.
I came down slowly, legs and arms faintly twitching with aftershocks as Bucky gently undid the straps and helped me off the cross. I said nothing as he led me to a private room I hadn’t seen earlier — it was empty save for a couch, a blanket, and some water.
It was only after several moments and a few sips of water that I stirred, realization hitting me that I was curled in Bucky’s arms, a blanket tossed over my nudity.
I pushed off of him gently to sit upright and look at him. “What — what was that?”
“What was what?”
“What do you mean ‘what was what?’ You barely talk to me, Bucky! Ever since you saw that damn text message. Only answering in brief responses? Hardly looking at me? Those are all earmarks of someone who doesn’t like another person. And now you just tied me up and got me off like you’ve been my dom for years.”
“I don’t dislike you,” he insisted.
“You’ve got a strange way of showing it.” I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest.
Bucky hesitated. “I just didn’t want to hurt you, and the last few months have been absolute torture because of it.”
My eyebrows furrowed inward. “None of that makes sense, Bucky.”
He growled in annoyance. “Ever since I read that text, I’ve been terrified that if my feelings for you led to sex, I’d hurt you. I already had been hesitant to make a move — I’m not exactly boyfriend material here — and then finding out about domming? It’s been driving me crazy, but I am so much stronger than the guys you’ve been with. I could kill you by accident.”
Pieces suddenly fell into place.
“You mean… I don’t disgust you?”
His eyes darkened. “Why would you ever disgust me? You are intoxicating.”
He pushed a shaky hand through his hair.
“So you acted like I personally had killed your puppy because…what? You found out something and thought you needed to protect me?” I demanded, hands on my hips.
“Did you — I just said I could kill you by accident.” Bucky threw his hands up in the air in frustration.
I scoffed. “None of my kinks would put you close to killing me, Bucky. Tying me up? Spanking? Dirty talk? Orgasm denial? Nipple and genital clamps can hurt but they aren’t deadly.”
“Sorry, did you say genital clamps?” Bucky’s eyes widened.
“Don’t get ahead of me. Just… what the fuck was that? Was that just part of the mission? Play into the roles?”
Bucky hesitated. “Do you want it to be just part of the mission?”
I studied the man in front of me. His hair had started to grow out again and right then it was falling in the most intoxicating way just over his forehead, barely brushing his eye. Bucky never looked vulnerable. But somehow, just then, I saw a flicker of something I hadn’t seen before.
“Bucky, when we first met and we were becoming friends… I’d hoped maybe it could lead to something… more? And then you saw that text and it was like I had personally insulted you. I’ve spent the last few weeks believing you were - are? - disgusted by me. And now, what, you dom me, potentially as part of a mission, and say that you have feelings for me, but… just this afternoon you acted like you hardly even liked me. And now I’m supposed to tell you I have feelings for you too and want you to keep domming me? Or… what? What are you asking of me?”
Bucky had the wherewithal to look ashamed, his head tilted downward towards the floor.
“I’m sorry. I really truly am sorry. I know I fucked up. I shouldn’t have tried to avoid how I felt. It wasn’t fair to you. I have been purposely pushing you away. After that text, I just… spiraled. I figured if you thought I was a jerk… well.” He shrugged. “But then seeing Dessen tonight… You in his lap? Him pulling down your panties and spanking you? I just wanted to punch him and confess everything.”
I frowned at him. “You said it’s not fair to me, but it’s also not fair to you.”
His head snapped up to look at me in surprise.
“It’s not fair to me that you suddenly have this revelation that you care for me because you’re jealous seeing me with another guy, but it’s also not fair to you because you keep holding yourself back in fear.” I shook my head and tightened the blanket around me. “Look, I’m not so stupid as to say that I don’t still have feelings for you, because in spite of it all, I do. But I also don’t want to go from feeling like you hated me to suddenly dating you or fooling around with you or whatever you think could come of this.”
Bucky nodded. “I understand. And for the record, I had the revelation of my feelings long before that text, and I didn’t just act on said feelings because of jealousy. Seeing you… in this outfit? Watching you writhe in pleasure and hearing you making those noises? I just… couldn’t pretend anymore.”
I bit at my bottom lip and sighed. “You’re going to have to put in a shit ton of effort to woo me, Bucky Barnes.”
His disappointed expression shifted at the realization of what I’d said.
“So we can try again?”
I raised a threatening eyebrow at him. “Don’t make me regret it.”
He smiled widely, that rare full teeth smile I had only glimpsed once before when he had pranked Walker one morning.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Now, let’s go get my clothes and get out of here before Dessen discovers his watch is a fake.”
I stood, legs still a touch wobbly, and Bucky stood with me.
“Oh, I also have your lingerie.” Bucky handed me the two pieces, both neatly folded. “So, uh, you get to keep those, right?”
I chuckled. “Oh, honey, this lingerie has nothin’ on the rest of my collection.”
Bucky sucked in a deep breath as he followed behind me. “I look forward to seeing every piece of it, little slut.”