Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 16

As always, Maggie awoke with the sun.

Momentarily confused as to where she was, but her head slowly caught up with her eyes, instantly answering her concerns. She shifted her thighs, feeling just how sore she was between her legs. Wincing at the pain for a moment, it was followed by a gush of cum dripping from her. The feeling was obscene. Reaching down, she slid her fingers through her folds, feeling how much of a sloppy mess James truly made of her. She loved it.

Rolling over to sneak a peak at him, she found the bed was empty. Pouting for a moment, a small note placed on his pillow caught her eye. Clutching the fluffy duvet to her bare chest, she reached over and picked it up.

Good morning, doll.

You looked too sweet for me to wake you. I had to stop by my office for a bit, but I'll be back shortly. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. Call if you need me.

- J.B.B.

She stayed in bed for a bit longer, enjoying the warmth. Her petite body nearly drowning in the vast stretching sea of luxurious sheets. She couldn't imagine how James had the will to pull himself from the comfortable bed everyday. Finding a crumb of motivation, her jello-like legs crawled over the wide mattress.

Then, padding into the walk in wardrobe to find something to wear. The 'closet' was as big as her entire apartment. All darkly washed, expensive fabrics lining the walls. Each one with a more impressive designer brand than the last. Her hands fell on a ridiculously soft sweater and slipped it over her body, looking like a dress on her.

Making her way through the home, down to the floor below, her rudely growling stomach motivating her quick pace. Once in the kitchen, she made herself some eggs and toast. She desperately wanted coffee, but couldn't for the life of her figure out how to work the high tech machine.

Sitting with her legs curled up on the dining room chair, tucked under the oversized sweater, she scarfed down her meal. After cleaning up, she wandered around, appreciating the space without any watchful stares raking over her. Making her way to her favorite room of the entire home— the study. Picking out a classic hardback novel, she curled up onto one of the leather Hermes couches, draping a blanket over her legs.

Letting the literature take her away from life momentarily, she became immersed in the story, just like she loved to do. Brain drawing pictures of the plot, imagining every last minute detail. Her eyes began to feel heavy, so allowed them to close, falling asleep with the book resting open over her chest.

Across town, James was rushing to finish up the work he was having to deal with. Pissed as hell he was ripped from his blissful Saturday morning with his doll. He desperately wanted to fuck her awake, keeping her in bed the entire day. Keeping his cock embedded deep inside of her where it belonged.

The second he sent out his last email, he was out. Practically sprinting through the empty building, his long strides cutting his time in half, down to the sidewalk just as the valet brought his car around. Slipping one of the men a crisp Benjamin, he sped off. Foot resting on the gas the entire ride home.

Going straight up to the bedroom, hoping to catch Maggie still nude and fully destroyed. The bed was empty, sheets perfectly made up. Good girl, he thought. Making his way down to the next floor, empty again. Down one more to the study, he found her. He should've known she'd be in there.

The little thing was curled up on his couch, covered in his Versace cashmere wool throw. He softened at the sight. Stalking forward, he sat down beside her. Scooping her up into his arms, she mumbled nonsense in her sleep. He rested her over his chest, cradling her to him, while she dozed. Still in her dreamworld.