As a brokenhearted Dominatrix, you run an exclusive sex club. With a whip in your hand you know who you are. Natasha watches Buckys continue to find no relief in his new life. His life as Bucky Barnes and not the Winter Soldier. On a whim Natasha de...
Loki sat back in his chair admiring you as you finished paperwork. "You know your beautiful when you're trying to focus," he complimented taking a sip from his glass.
You shot your eyes up at him with a smile. It was the same chair Bucky had you spread across his lap in.
"Thank you," you replied. "You know you don't have to wait for me pet. You can go up into the apartment if you're tired. I'll be done here soon."
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"My room still ready for me?" He joked placing the glass down on the desk.
"Always," you replied. He stood up but his smile faded quickly.
"Did he give you that?" Loki asked pensively staring behind you.
Puzzled you turned your chair. Your eyes landed on the small black crystal vase holding a single purple rose.
Your hands gripped the arms of your chair as your heart dropped heavy into your stomach.
Purple roses were once your favorite. Finding them next to your bed or sprinkled into a lavender bath, beautiful memories. But then you remembered them shoved down your throat as punishment and scattered on the floor covered in your blood. Something you loved became something you hated. They symbolized him.
Markus?
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You rose slowly from your chair and with shaking hands reached for the vase, pulling it softly from the shelf. No note. Just a single rose.
There's no way Markus could have gotten in here. Is there?
No, Loki had made it so that Markus could never enter here. He couldn't even spot you in public.
who did this?
"Darling?" Loki whispered appearing next to you. You hadn't even heard him move. His hand rested gently on your arm bringing you out of your thoughts and back to reality. "What's wrong?"
"Bucky didn't give me this. It wasn't here before," you said hushed, unable to find your breathe. You sat it down hard on your desk. "He used to give me these Lo," you confess.
He already knew who you meant. He wrapped his arms tightly around you bringing you into his safe embrace.
"He cannot get in here (y/n). I promise you. I would never let him hurt you again," he whispered in your ear as your body shuddered in his arms.
Your arms wrapped tightly around him. "Maybe it's a gift, you have many patrons who adore their mistress," he said consoling you. You remained silent. Loki tilted your chin up to him. "Not as much as I do though."
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You smiled, for all his mischief he had a strange way of making you feel safe. A feeling you coveted dearly. He leaned down stopping mere centimeters away from your lips waiting. Waiting for your permission. You nodded as his mouth descended on yours.
His hands slid up your arms leaving goosebumps in their wake. You grabbed on to him tighter, craving his warmth. His large hand slid softly around you. He pulled away. "I will always protect you," he said. You pushed his hair behind his ear.
He grinned down at you. "Walk me out please?" He asked. You grabbed his hands leading him toward the door. He stepped out of your office and into the hallway. You followed, still holding his hand. "I'll see you upstairs soon," He brought your hand up to his mouth, kissing it.
"I won't be too long pet," you replied as he leaned in again, this time not waiting for permission as his lips met yours.
"What the hell? Who the fuck is this?" Bucky yelled as you turned toward him.
Fuck...
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