Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 17

Maggie was dropped at home Sunday afternoon. Spending the night before fucking each other into oblivion, leaving her a demolished shell of a girl. They couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Going another three rounds throughout the night and morning, she was exhausted. Even when they weren't having sex, he was wedged deep inside of her mentally. He picked and prodded at her brain, absorbing any bit of information she would slip out. He wanted it all. Every goddamn part of her.

She had spent the whole weekend with him, both feeling like they could never get enough. Mostly ignoring Natasha over the last day, her phone was filled to the brim with missed calls and texts. Only responding once to say 'Yes I'm alive. I'll call you when I'm home.'

As she lounged back on her couch, wearing one of James' shirts as a dress, she held her phone to her ear. Only one ring passed before it was picked up. Natasha was already screaming into the phone, angry as hell.

She had always been protective of her friend. Checking in with her everyday to make sure she wasn't murdered, due to her naively trusting nature that pissed Natasha off to no end. Although she knew James wouldn't do anything, her concerns that something bad had happened to Maggie were slightly heightened because of his past crimes.

"Nat, calm down."

"No, Mags. I will not calm down. You can't just ignore me for—"

"I've been at James' house since Friday night." She blurted out, instantly silencing the loud reprimanding.

"Oh really?" Natasha's tone changed in a flash. Going straight from furious to absolutely enthralled.

Maggie chuckled, light flush of pink brushed over her cheeks as she twiddled with her hair. "Yes. Ugh, Nat? He's wonderful." Her fingers traced over the necklace she hadn't taken off since he placed it around her neck. Wearing it like a collar, she felt claimed by him. Like his possession.

On the other side of the call, Natasha was thrilled. There might not even be a word to express how thankful, proud, and excited she felt for her friend. She had spent their entire friendship trying to find her a man and it was finally happening. She loved her friend more than anything, so knowing she was about to experience the affections that were fully deserved made her heart swell. "You have no idea how happy I am to hear that."

Cutting the call short, she booked it to Maggie's apartment from hers across the river, cancelling her rehearsals for the day. Rushing in, she sat down on the couch with her to discuss every last detail. The two of them talked for hours, discussing everything. Every last detail was run over, twice. Natasha had never been inside of James' home, so her interest was peaked to say the least. Steve was extremely well off, but James had disgustingly god-like wealth.

Maggie showed her the three boxes of near-designer quality roses. Preserved to last longer than the average, which she didn't even know was possible, but with money she guessed, anything was. "Oh, and then this." She reached into the shirt she wore, digging out the twenty-four karat gold, diamond covered necklace. "He said it reminded him of that butterfly dress I wore the night we first got drinks with you and Steve."

Natasha's eyes bugged out of her head. She figured the piece was at least sixty thousand with the pure, impressive quality of the diamonds that wrapped around her neck, along with the solid gold encasing them. The butterflies were a sweet touch. Very Margaret Everlee. James clearly knew her well, but she wasn't surprised by that. Steve had told her enough about the man to know he was stunningly observant of everything around him. To a fault almost. His brain was packed with more knowledge at the age of thirty-six than most people would come by in their entire lives.

To celebrate the successful weekend, Maggie pulled out a bottle of vodka she kept stashed away and poured a couple of shots. Her embarrassingly low tolerance left her head dizzy after only a few more. Natasha knocked back four more, to catch up to her tiny friend. Tipsy as hell, they were running around the apartment, dancing to music.

Maggie tripped and fell down to her ass, cheekily grinning up to the red head. "Ya know... he has the biggest dick." She admitted. She never would've said that, if it weren't for the bitterly strong liquor coursing through her.

Letting out a loud cackle, Natasha hunched over clutching her side. "How big, babe?" She held out her hands for measure, letting Maggie space them out until the distance hit roughly ten inches. Her jaw dropped, imagining him fitting inside of her petite friend. "You're kidding, right?"

Shaking her head roughly, Maggie giggled to herself. She was drunk, sure, but she wasn't wrong. The man was shockingly hung. "When I first saw it, I nearly cried. But it's good. It's so good, Nat." She gushed, closing her eyes at the thought of him.

"I'd believe you. He definitely comes off as the type." Natasha plopped down on the floor beside her. "I'm happy for you, but make sure you don't fall too fast. The guy can be intense when he sets his mind to things."

Maggie tilted her head in confusion. "What do you mean? You've been the one pushing this since the first time I met him."

She sighed, her expression turned solemn. There was no way she could tell her about James' past now. She was too far gone already. She knew her friend had only been with that loser Eliot and that she'd grow attached quickly. That's how Maggie worked. She liked comfort. It was what kept her living her monotonous routine without really going after anything bigger and better. It was definitely showing growth that she was seeing the devilishly handsome James Barnes, so she couldn't be the one to ruin that for her. She was letting her dance with the devil, but she needed this.

"Just be careful. I don't want to see you getting hurt is all."

"You think he'd hurt me?"

The insinuation made Maggie nervous. Part of her already felt like it was too good to be true. But emotional pain wasn't the only kind of pain Natasha was worried about. The guy had some dark shadows behind him. She knew James would never hurt her intentionally, but there was always the chance of getting caught in the crossfire between him and someone else that dared test his temper.

"I never said that. I think it's obvious he cares about you" Gesturing to the flowers and the necklace. "But just be careful." Keeping her tone lighter at the end, shrugging to backtrack her audible concern.

Despite her attempt at reassurance, it struck a chord with Maggie. She knew Natasha's concerns were current. She never worried about anything, so hearing her openly express that made her rethink everything.

All of that, but she couldn't stop thinking about how her intrusive thoughts she had before, stilled over the weekend. There wasn't a moment that went by without feeling truly and completely desired by James. He held her close at all times, barely letting her feet touch the ground whenever they actually made it out of bed. What was supposed to be a simple dinner turned into the most romantic weekend of her life.

Across town, James was taking a rudely hot steam shower. Feeling on top of the world, but thinking of her just the same. Even with him doing most of the work in bed over the last three days, he was feeling better than ever. He was one of those men that could thrive on very little sleep. Finally getting his cock into his doll, he figured his desires would be sated, but they weren't.

He needed more.

Her pussy was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. Better than any gourmet restaurant had ever dined. Better than the six figured wines he had in his cellar. He was like an addict that just had a taste of the world's most divine black tar heroin, knowing it would only get worse from here.