Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 18

Maggie had finished her second piece for James over the next couple of weeks.

It came along perfectly. Mostly black this time, to contrast the first, but still complimentary with the similar style. Finding bits of time between helping Natasha finish moving, work, and her 'dinner' dates with James. She was glued to his hip— er, his cock really. It was leaving her feeling obscenely empty whenever they were apart.

When she brought the piece to the office, with the help of one of his drivers this time, he thanked her by eating her pussy on his desk, along with transferring her the large amount of funds he promised for it. "A lunch break" he teased. Putting her on display for all of Manhattan, a thousand feet in the air, in the tall skyscraper. He could taste her on his lips for the rest of his day.

James sat in his office Friday morning, mind completely unfocused on anything that came across his desk. His thoughts were swirling with images of Maggie's body. Her pert breasts bouncing as she rode him, the way her ass would jiggle when he slammed into her from behind. Her soft cries when she came on his tongue. She wiggled her way into his brain like a parasite, feasting on it, leaving it mush.

Launching himself from his desk chair, he stalked down the hallway. Knocking on the ajar door and peeking in to find Steve on a call. He could tell by the tone of his voice that it wasn't work related. He cooed sweet words into the receiver, telling Natasha about their plans for the weekend.

James cleared his throat to get his attention. Steve's eyes flashed up to meet him standing in the doorway. "Baby, I gotta go." He paused and gave a hum of agreement before hanging up. "Sorry, pal. What's going on?"

"I'm leaving for the day. I've told my assistants to forward my calls to you."

Steve's brows pinched. "Everything okay?" He knew it wasn't like his friend to leave early, let alone not accept calls while he was gone. He hadn't taken a single day off since starting the company, often coming in on weekends and staying late into the night, hunched over his desk or yelling into the phone.

"Everything is fine. I have some things that need my attention elsewhere."

He strode through his building. Sending a text once he got inside the elevator.

James: Are you at home?

A near instant response buzzed in his palm.

Maggie: Yes, I am.

James: I'm picking you up. Get dressed. I'll be there in ten.

Maggie hopped into the Aston Martin, flashing her adorable grin that made the freckle brushed corners of her eyes scrunch up. James nearly took her right back up to her apartment when he saw her cute little outfit.

She wore a lace cropped blouse, nearly looking like a bra, her breasts looked delectable. Her cream skirt rested below her knees, looking more innocent than the top, but that didn't stop his imagination from running wild. It didn't help that she was wearing the butterfly necklace he had bought her. He savored the sight of her wearing it. Just like she had been every single time since he gifted the thing. Claimed by him. "Doll, are you trying to kill me?" His baritone drawl was playful.

Her smile wavered, head tilted, worried she had done something wrong.

"I have half a mind to take you right back upstairs," he leaned into her neck, nose sliding up underneath her ear, warm breath sending shivers up her spine, "and fuck you into oblivion."

Eyes rolling back in her head as she felt his hand creeping over her thigh, swiping a finger between her legs for only a moment, before pulling back away. He reached over her shoulder and gripped the seatbelt, wrapping it over her, buckling her safely to the seat. He sped off from the sidewalk, inked palm pressed open to the wheel. His other adjusted his hard cock in his Alexander McQueen trousers, then moved over to grip the back of her neck while he drove.