You dragged your feet up to the front door, lazily poking in the key and twisting it hard to snap the door open. You were exhausted after a long day at work. You were ready to curl up in bed and just have a good night's sleep. You had run over as well with work and so didn't finish until an hour later.
The main lights were off, but the small lamps dotted around the house were illuminated, giving the warm orange glow to the rooms. You threw your keys into the bowl on the side and dumped your bag on the floor, hearing it clatter. You didn't have the energy to do anything and so you kicked off your shoes, hearing them smash against the floor somewhere and draped your coat over the coat hook.
You shuffled further inside, your eyes half open half closed as if you were about to fall asleep right there and then. But they soon widened as you entered the living room, a look of surprise plastered on your face.
Bucky was sat on one of the grey armchairs of the living room. His left arm was resting on one of the arms and to your surprise, a handgun rested between his fingers. His steel blue eyes were staring hard at you, a blank face and harsh line on his lips accompanying it. He was dressed in his tactical gear, leather adorning his chest and black pants with many pockets and belts attached to it, tucked into his big boots. The only light came from the lamp beside him, illuminating his eyes only and the rest of his face in darkness. He was dangerous.
You stood frozen in place, eyes wide with fear and hands shaking at your sides. Why was he here? You had heard on the news about the winter soldier and the attack on bridge with Captain America. He was a wanted man, a killer, a dangerous soldier. What reason does he have to be sitting in your living room?
"Turn the light on" he ordered, and you gulped. His voice was calm yet dominating. Your heart was slamming against the inside and your chest, the feeling like a drummer hitting his drums. You slowly moved to the light switch and flicked it on, the whole room now lighting up and your vision clearer. His eyes were still locked onto you, and he raised his head a little, sticking his chin out.
"Come here" his command was simple yet powerful. You had no choice but to obey. You may have denied it if he didn't have that gun in his hand but right now, he was in full control from the moment you walked into your house.
With slow steady steps, you shuffled into the middle of the living room, fingers scratching the sides of your legs. You swallowed the lump of saliva building in the back of your throat and sucked in a breath through parted lips. Once you were where he wanted you to be, Bucky stood from the chair, his leather squeaking as he did and began to walk to you. He was tall and towering compared to your short height. It was intimidating and made you more nervous.
A strong hit of cologne wafted as he came closer, the scent of power and richness filling your senses like a drug. It was intoxicating and almost hallucinating for you. As he stood closer now, you could see how bulky and strong his metal arm was, his fingers gripping the gun tightly and he began to walk around you, circling you like a tiger and its prey. Your eyes followed his every move as he came back in front of you, his stare not disappearing.
"Do you know why I'm here?" he said softly, and you shook your head no, silently. Bucky stopped beside you, standing next to you, his chest almost touching your arm. He leaned his head down so his lips were a few inches from your ear, hot minty breath sending a shiver down your spine as he whispered.
"I'm here to make you mine".
What purpose did the winter soldier have making you his? Were you a mission for him? What was there about you that he liked that he wanted?
"Wh-what for?" you stammered nervously, voice shaking as well as your body.
"Because I want you… and you belong to me now" he spoke calmly and you gulped once again, short heavy breaths escaping you. Bucky began to circle you again, his cold metal arm brushing you as he did, and you flinched. You heard him chuckle lowly and he came to stand beside you again.
"Please, don't hurt me" you whimpered.
Bucky stared down at you, steel blue eyes capturing you and he lifted his hand with the gun, the end of it stroking the side of your face until he hooked it under your chin and lifted your head up. A gasp escaped you filled with shock, and you held your breath.
"As long as you do as your told then I won't have to" he said, and you nodded your head fast. There was no chance you were giving him an opportunity to hurt you, especially when he had all those weapons attached to him. he had about every single weapon know attached to his gear and it make you quiver and quake. Trembling like on a snowy winter's day; you tried your best to not look weak, but his stern stare was forcing you deeper into your skin.
"Good" he answered softly and let go of your face, letting your chin drop and you were able to suck in a quick puff of air.
"W-what are you going to do with me?" you whimpered, eyes directing to the floor to escape the intimidation beating down on you. Bucky circled around you before stopping in front and his lips curled into a smirk.
"It's not what I'm going to do with you, it's what you are going to do for me" his hand took a handful of your hair and yanked your head back, exposing your neck to him. A sharp gasp escaped you and you stumbled on your feet, loosing balance, and relying on his hold to hold you up.
"Now be a good little girl and get on your knees" he shoved you down onto your knees firmly, pressing you into the floor, hand still wrapped in your hair. He pushed you further until your chest was touching the floor, ass slightly high in the air and palms planted firmly on the carpet. Your heart was beating so fast it could stop any moment and you'd be dead. Your stomach rolling like it was on a roller coaster of emotions and feelings.
His big black boots were right beside your face, the toe of them nearly touching your nose and a light chuckle sounded from him.
"Do you know what good girls do to their masters" he asked calmly, and you shook your head. You had no fucking clue.
"They worship them" he said simply, and you shuddered softly. Was he implying that… is that what he wanted? You to worship him like he was your owner. Although judging by it, it seemed like he now was.
"So, start here" he placed his boot closer to your face, pointing the toe out more and you swallowed hard. This was degrading, humiliating… but it gave you a tingle down there, a tingle you rarely felt.
You hadn't dated much and had been single for nearly six months now, only going on a handful of dates here and there and never taking things seriously with someone since your breakup. The tingle now coursing through your body was one you knew well, one that meant you were turned on. But how? How was this turning you on. A man… sorry killer, has broken into your house, threatened you with a gun and is now making you worship him by licking his boots. You couldn't explain it and rather than lying there and pondering, you decided to get to work as he asked for. You didn't want him mad.
Slowly you poked your tongue out, licking the steel toe cap of the boot, covered in thick leather. The taste was awful, but you licked through, your saliva coating the tip and shining it. Your tongue was running dry, and it became rough as you licked the boot constantly.
"That's it, get it all nice and clean" he spoke calmly, and you continued to do your work. You didn't want to know the consequences of what would happen if you didn't. Or did you?
There was a certain touch to being told to do something or more like ordered and if you didn't fulfil it then punishment was waiting for you. But with the vast number of weapons he had, it made you think it involved one of them and you weren't exactly excited about being shot or stabbed.
"Now this one" he changed his foot to the next boot, and you repeated. The leather scratched your tongue as you licked, now completely out of saliva and you gathered as much spit as possible to bring on that shine. All the while you were doing this, the tingle came back and ran through the top of your body to between your legs. You squeezed your thighs closer to ignore the feeling, but it only made it prominent.
"Look at you down there, being so good for me, start up my leg now" he ordered, and you looked up from under your lashes with confusion but realised what he meant. He wanted you to worship him up his body. You swallowed hard and then began to kiss up his pant leg, the thick material of his pants tight against his legs. You pressed soft kisses all the way up until you reached his thigh, were the nervous came flooding back, dancing around inside you like they were at a rave. His hand was dangling by his side, gun still in his right hand and
"Who do you belong to?" he asked, and you hesitated. You knew what he wanted you to say but somehow couldn't put the words together. Before you even had a chance to answer, the cold metal hand wrapped itself around your neck and he lifted you from the floor, your knees inches above the carpet. A sharp gasp came from you followed by a strangled noise, trying to gain any air you could. His face was inches from yours, noses almost touching as he whispered.
"Who do you belong to?"
"You" you managed to squeak out and he grinned. He was enjoying this, enjoying watching you squirm and gasp for air. He let go of your neck, dropping you like a rag doll and you coughed, rubbing the sore skin around your collar bone.
"That's right, you are all mine, you belong to no one but me" the words flowed off his tongue and you looked up to him, waiting for your next order.
"And now I'm going to take what's mine, get undressed" he ordered, and you gulped.
"Please I- "he pointed his gun straight at you, the end nearly touching your head and you halted. It was cold and menacing.
"When I ask you to do something I expect you to do so" you were shaking with fear now and you nodded your head, biting the inside of your lip to stop the whimpers escaping. He slowly dropped the gun, and you did as ordered. Undressing yourself in front of him made you vulnerable and as every item of clothing dropped to the floor, you felt smaller against him.
Once you were finally naked, Bucky sauntered over to you, eyes taking in your body and his metal hand came up, dragging it over your stomach. Once again it wrapped itself around your neck from behind, tilting your head to the side to expose your jaw and he kissed you roughly there, teeth dragging over your skin and tongue leaving a wet mark.
But you couldn't help the moan coming out of your mouth, the tingles now spreading to your toes, your G spot now twitching in pleasure. This was turning you on, but how?
"You like this don't you, you like being dominated" he whispered, and you whimpered softly. Suddenly he spun you around, so you were chest to chest with him, eyes wide and mouth dropped open slightly. His hand grasped your jaw, and he attacked your lips, sticking his tongue inside and swirling it around. His muzzle of a beard scratched your cheeks, but it only added to the pleasure you were finding through this bizarre situation.
"Get on your knees" he ordered quickly, spinning you around and planting you on your knees with your chest resting on the sofa behind. Your ass stuck in the air as he positioned you, spreading your legs wide. You gasped as his hand touched your pussy, stroking it, fingers diving into your folds and tickling your sweet spot.
His metal hand grabbed your hair and wound it around his fingers, yanking your head back and his lips were close to your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
"Now I'm going to fuck this tight little pussy and I want to hear you beg me to come" he whispered, and you moaned softly. The sound a zip being lowered alerted you and before you knew it, he slipped inside you, opening you up. A sharp gasp escaped you and he started to rock back and forth. His dick entered you all the wall, his crotch pressing against your ass and slapping it as he fucked you.
Deep moaned rolled off your tongue, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You gripped the sofa tightly in your hands, knuckles turning whiter than a sheet of paper. Hard grunts came from Bucky behind you as he thrusted deep inside. The pleasure started to boil, your orgasm slowly rising, and your pussy clenched around him.
"Fuck you're so tight" he groaned.
Your hair was being yanked back which was painful, but the mix of the pleasure made it enjoyable. Never did you think you would be enjoying this, but you were. A stranger has broken into your house and is now fucking you and you're taking it, moaning like it's the best thing you've ever felt. Your toes clenched together as you felt your orgasm grow and short breaths escaped as you held back on coming.
"Oh please" you begged, hoping it was enough to allow you to come.
"That's it, beg me, beg me to let you come?" he ordered.
"Please let me come" you breathed; eyes close as you let him pull your head as far back as it could go.
"You can beg better than that, ask your master to let you come?" he growled, his hand slapping your ass.
"Oh, please master, I want to come so badly, please let me come".
"What will you do if I let you?".
"I'll do whatever you want" you were starting to lose focus as the pleasure was growing bigger than ever. Your pussy was twitching, tingles running through your body and giving you pins and needles.
"Who do you belong to?" Bucky said in your ear, his teeth biting the top which only set you off.
"You" you whispered. You needed to come badly now. It was right there and if he didn't let you, you'd be coming without permission. There was no holding back.
"Come for me" he granted you permission and you spilled over him. You screamed long moans as you climaxed, pussy clenching around his dick and body convulsing. He carried on fucking you, slamming into you, the noise echoing in the quiet house. You were so loud you wondered if the neighbours could hear.
He grunted and gritted his teeth as he reached his own climax, coming inside you. You felt him fill you up with his cum, his breathing shortening, and he pulled out. you were both sweaty and exhausted and you fell onto the sofa, head lopping on the cushion. You flinched as he slapped your pussy with his bare hand, fingers dipping into the folds and giving it a flick.
"That's a good girl, now what do good girls say to their masters" he reached over, gripping your jaw with his hand and turned your head so you face him. with tired eyes you looked over at him.
"Thank you, master" you whispered, and he smirked. He gave your jaw a squeeze before standing, shoving his dick back inside his pants and zipping up. You turn around, sinking to the floor as you watch him get ready to leave.
"I'll be back again, if you tell anyone about this I will know and I will punish you the next time" he said sternly, and you swallow hard. He took one step froward and lent down, grabbing your chin and gave you a hard kiss, biting you bottom lip, so it drew a little bit of blood and you flinched. He pecked the area and gave your cheek a stroke with his thumb before standing straight and making his way to the door, slamming it shut, leaving you there on the floor.
You sighed and slumped further to the ground.
What the hell just happened?
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