fic: Right Now
Chapter 6: After Eight
Rating: M
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It’s been a beautiful day, starting at seven am; passing through three meetings and an interview with Miss Vanity Fair regarding the future of Stark Industries, some extra topics, not included in the contract and other boring stuff. The interview was programmed at eleven sharp but its exclusive ingredient didn’t show up until two pm, having Tony bite all his nails and managing to spill his coffee onto his favorite shirt. Sighing desperately and buttoning his jacket he greeted Miss Brown into his office.
Christine Everheart, the last woman who had the chance to sleep with Tony Stark.
The last interview he gave her had the greatest attention of the media since she had interviewed him while they were having sex. She even registered the whole --- you know what, but she didn’t sell it to any of those damned news televisions.
Not that it wouldn’t have been the first time someone had done that.
Of course the media had paid a greater attention because it was the latest interview; the merchant of death gave to the world before disappearing into unknown for three long months.
Christine made a few quick notes on her PDA, quickly sitting down and giving him a death-glare. Tony chuckled into his fist and leaned comfortable in his leather chair, waiting for her to ask whatever she had planned to.
“The world is small, Mr. Stark.” She said, putting her manicured hands over the desk.
Tony smiled and rolled his eyes.
“That is entirely not true, Miss Brown. It’s just we’ve used to think of it as a smaller one.”
Christine stared at him, as if she wanted to devour him right there and right then.
“I’m sure Mister I’d-Be-Prepared-To-Lose-A-Few-With-You has nothing to comment despite the fact that he agreed on this interview.”
Something in her tone made him nervous; though he knew she was after his attention, once again after being lifted up and took outside by his faithful assistant, a few months ago.
“You’re not making smart decisions, Miss Everheart. Be careful.” Tony threatened.
“I may know that you’d clearly not refuse another invitation.” She teased.
Tony grinned and tapped his pen onto the glass of his desk.
“Well that it is out of discussion, since I know too well that you wrote in that interview that I’m not taking the same conquests to bed, twice.”
“The bed is the problem, isn’t it?” She asked with a hint of hope in her tone.
“Bed - not bed. What’s the problem? I think that since we’ve no longer having clothes on us we can do it even on the floor, if that doesn’t disturb you.”
“Of course Mr. Stark. I think we can manage that - later.”
“Maybe, I don’t know…If you’re a good girl.” He teased.
The interview went fairly well, except a few escapades from Miss Brown. It was business, the re-building of the arc reactor; some rumors --”Do you really have an arc reactor embedded in your chest?” -- The response was clearly teasingly “If you really want to know, I think I can strip down my shirt, Miss Everheart so you can see it yourself.” -- That leaving her with mouth slightly opened, recorder still on. -- “So it’s true.” --- It really was true, she found out a few moments later when Tony dispensed of his stained shirt.
He stood up, in front of her and let her exam his miniaturized arc reactor. Christine stroked the little metal emanating a soft blue glow over her face and started at it for a few moments before lowering her hand, down his abdomen until she reached his belt. Tony gasped and tried to make a move to release himself from between the desk and the devil. Christine grabbed his belt tightly and leaned in, hoping for a kiss but found herself bending half over him and half over the desk.
Suddenly the door opened, his Pepper talking at her Blackberry, too busy to notice Tony and Christine over the desk. Tony froze but unfortunately Christine moaned his name audibly.
“Tonyyyyy….”
That caught Pepper’s attention. Tony’s eyes flew to his assistant who dropped her Blackberry somewhere between the moan and the gasp following right after.
Pepper stared at them for a brief moment, taking in memory the incredible sight.
She hoped, truth be told that the ‘Jennifer episode’ was just a bad joke, since Tony had bought her flowers and came to apologize, telling her five reasons why he wasn’t lying her.
After a moment, Tony saw her struggling with her own words, while Christine was clinging to him. He raised his both hands, in mock surrender just to show her he wasn’t the one who started this whole -- bullshit.
But all the signs indicated he was faulty. HE was shirtless, belt half-opened and the one clinging desperately to him was clearly a very familiar face. Christine Everheart. Her left leg was encircling his waist and she pinned him into the desk, while pressing him tight-to-tight. The other leg was caressing his other one while one hand reached into his pants.
When Tony felt her fingers massaging him trough his boxer briefs he groaned and tried to free himself from the crazy woman, touching him so damn intimately in front of Pepper who was mentally trying not to let herself cry in front of them.
Christine looked at Pepper, a devilish smirk on her face, all erratic breaths and fast moves of undoing her jacket. Tony tried to yell at her, but god, he was failing miserably.
With a single move of her fingers, she closed the doors, activating the code.
Pepper gasped and tried to open the door, knocking frantically, her breathing shallow.
Christine managed to take off her jacket and she was undoing the buttons of her shirt, with agile fingers.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doi-“ Christine cut him off by kissing him full on his lips, biting his lower lip enough for him to groan, hoarsely.
She got from her purse a pair of handcuffs, taking his hands roughly from behind his back and quickly slipped the handcuffs on. Tony groaned and pushed her aside, just for a moment because she assaulted him back with her lips, trying to get his pants off.
Pepper’s knees won’t listen to her anymore as she fell onto the floor, hands and feet shaking violently. When Christine took another pair of handcuffs and a rope from her purse Pepper lost it, completely.
Tears started rolling down her face, ruining her make-up.
Miss Brown stuck the rope in his mouth before tying it behind his head and pushing him onto the cold floor. She managed somehow to take his pants until they were hanging above his knees, then she slipped them from his legs, taking his shoes and socks down at almost the same time.
Pepper started to shake and embraced herself, trying to regain mental control and go there and fuck that damned bitch.
On the other part of the room, panic welled up in Tony’s chest as the demon; reporter slipped the other pair of handcuffs around his ankles, and started laughing like a crazy woman.
She walked past Tony and grinned at Pepper as she took a chair. Christine took Pepper by her hair and settled her onto the chair, tying her as well but without a rope. She wanted to hear her screaming for him.
Tony was looking desperately after her, eyes closing as in defeat for a couple of times before the reporter told Pepper something.
“I want you to watch us.” She said, smirking like the devil himself.
“You don’t know what we can do to you - to your damned company.” Pepper managed to say between shaky breaths.
Christine only smiled, her white teeth shining in the sun’s light and then turned sharply back at Tony who was moving his hands, legs to free himself but without point. He could not escape from this terror.
Miss Everheart took his bra off, right in front of Tony who hissed as she threw it right in his face. He shook his body to take that thing off.
Then she took all she had left on her and took a knife from her purse, approaching Tony’s boxer briefs with it, his eyes widening in terror.
“Don’t worry, Tohhh-nyyy I won’t harm your little big member.” Christine said as she cut his black satin boxers. Tony followed every move, and then looked horrified back at Pepper whose eyes were filled by tears.
He groaned as she grabbed him by his shaft, massaging his balls roughly.
“I hh--atte yuh.” He managed to say between clenched teeth.
A few minutes after, he couldn’t resist not to be aroused because any hard he focused his member was raising between his legs.
Feeling pleased, Christine settled above him, looking deep in his widened chocolate brown eyes, then moving her gaze to Pepper who looked at them, shocked.
“I got you, Tohh-nny.” She said as she came downwards, taking him as he groaned, eyes closing in defeat, and from the pain it was causing to his soul.
---------She can’t see me, us doing this.----------- He muttered to himself as Christine kissed him deeply, moving up and down slowly, torturing him.
“Tony!” He heard Pepper shout his name with pain in her voice.
Christine moved her hands down his chest scratching him roughly, making him moan in desperation, and pain.
“Don’t hurt him, you fucking bitch!”
“You want to be in my place, isn’t that right?” Pepper heard Christine ask her as she shook her head, looking deep in Tony’s glimmering eyes.
When she moved her hands into his hair and when she tugged hardly he moaned and lost it. Tears came down rolling down his eyes.
“Come on, Stark. Show her how you did last time.” Miss Vanity Fair teased as she slapped him.
“Nnnughhh.” He mumbled, eyes full of hot tears, blurring his vision.
Christine sped her pace, moving up and down almost frantically.
“Move, Stark.” She ordered because Tony stood still.
“Tony…” Pepper sobbed as she looked at Christine obliging him to have sex with her, tugging hard at his hair, biting his lips as she kissed him hard, scratching his soft and delicate skin, moaning hardly as her hips bucked against him.
“Fuck me, Tony.” She said sharply.
More tears rolled down his cheeks, falling down on his arc reactor as he sobbed. He looked at Pepper who had her mouth large opened, her hair spilled across her face.
She kept on looking at her, large crocodile tears spilling from his dark eyes before Christine turned his head at her, moaning his name and with a last bucking of her hips, she came, holding him close to her.
“Yeeeesssss.” She said as she kissed him hardly.
Pepper felt dizzy. She never felt like this her whole life, not even when Rhodey told her Tony was kidnapped. But not now - not that - not another woman having sex with him and having a pretty good orgasm in her face.
Seeing Tony so helpless made her curse the woman above him stroking his arc reactor gently. He moaned as she hit him and left his aching body onto the ground. He collapsed onto the floor, blood coming down his forehead and tears down his cheeks.
Christine emerged to take all her clothes, get into them and throw the keys from the handcuffs somewhere in the room, Pepper following with a death-glare every move she made.
When she was in her face, she raised a hand and slapped her incredibly hard.
“Screw you.” Pepper managed to say between tears.
Christine Everheart left the office, with a small laugh while Pepper tried to untie herself. Calling his name, letting out heavy breaths as she finally escaped from the ropes, fumbling down to Tony who was lying there, sobbing and shuddering.
---Not your sex toy, Stark.--- She remembered one woman who didn’t fall into his charms, that woman being her.
Pepper hurried herself to him, taking him in her strong, protective arms as she let him free of the rope inside his mouth. When he could feel his mouth again, he collapsed against her, his body shivering and protesting to the sexual activity that it had been through, not having enough will and power to release. Tony sobbed, warm tears falling on her shirt, soaking onto her delicate skin as she held him tightly.
“It’s going to be all right, Tony.” She said stroking down his back and kissing his temple tender.
Her eyes went off him, looking after the keys. After a few seconds she spotted them and made a single hand move to get them. When he was finally free of those stupid handcuffs he clung onto her body, not wanting to let go of her.
Tony couldn’t speak. He was so damn over-whelmed, shocked and terrified of what just happened that he couldn’t do or say anything.
Pepper offered him the comfort he needed without saying anything to him, just rocking them easily and kissing his sweaty forehead and temple a few times before she told him he has to get changed and let her take care of him.
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When they arrived at home, she got him into the bathroom. It was nine pm when he made out from the bathroom eventually, scars all over his tired body.
Pepper helped him get in his bed, but not pulling the covers onto his sore body. She went into the bathroom and brought with her a box with all those medicines, cleaned him with solutions. She kissed the wounds Christine had left him onto his chest and abdomen before applying the moisturizing cream over them.
After she managed successfully to patch him up she took the box back in the bathroom and returned back in his bedroom to catch him staring at her, those dark rich brown eyes filled by pain.
“Don’t worry, Tony. I’m here. I’ll always be here with you.” She said as she closed the lights and kissed his eye-lids softly before taking the comforter and tucking him in.
He sighed shakily and closed his worn eyes before the sleep overtook him.
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The next morning, when he woke up he found a note by his night-stand along with two aspirins and a glass of water.
I’m right downstairs if you need me, just tell Jarvis and he’ll tell me in return.
And take the two of those; they’ll probably make you feel better.
Tony smiled and let his head fall onto the warm pillows.
“Jarvis? Did she stay here last night?”
“Yes, sir. She fell asleep in the guest room. Shall I tell her you’re awake?” The AI asked.
“No. Not now.” He said, yawning and stretching a bit, his wounds still causing him to wince.
---- Sometime he’ll have to get downstairs, to thank her for everything she’s been through and that she managed to stay at the surface all those times.----
Rating: M
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It’s been a beautiful day, starting at seven am; passing through three meetings and an interview with Miss Vanity Fair regarding the future of Stark Industries, some extra topics, not included in the contract and other boring stuff. The interview was programmed at eleven sharp but its exclusive ingredient didn’t show up until two pm, having Tony bite all his nails and managing to spill his coffee onto his favorite shirt. Sighing desperately and buttoning his jacket he greeted Miss Brown into his office.
Christine Everheart, the last woman who had the chance to sleep with Tony Stark.
The last interview he gave her had the greatest attention of the media since she had interviewed him while they were having sex. She even registered the whole --- you know what, but she didn’t sell it to any of those damned news televisions.
Not that it wouldn’t have been the first time someone had done that.
Of course the media had paid a greater attention because it was the latest interview; the merchant of death gave to the world before disappearing into unknown for three long months.
Christine made a few quick notes on her PDA, quickly sitting down and giving him a death-glare. Tony chuckled into his fist and leaned comfortable in his leather chair, waiting for her to ask whatever she had planned to.
“The world is small, Mr. Stark.” She said, putting her manicured hands over the desk.
Tony smiled and rolled his eyes.
“That is entirely not true, Miss Brown. It’s just we’ve used to think of it as a smaller one.”
Christine stared at him, as if she wanted to devour him right there and right then.
“I’m sure Mister I’d-Be-Prepared-To-Lose-A-Few-With-You has nothing to comment despite the fact that he agreed on this interview.”
Something in her tone made him nervous; though he knew she was after his attention, once again after being lifted up and took outside by his faithful assistant, a few months ago.
“You’re not making smart decisions, Miss Everheart. Be careful.” Tony threatened.
“I may know that you’d clearly not refuse another invitation.” She teased.
Tony grinned and tapped his pen onto the glass of his desk.
“Well that it is out of discussion, since I know too well that you wrote in that interview that I’m not taking the same conquests to bed, twice.”
“The bed is the problem, isn’t it?” She asked with a hint of hope in her tone.
“Bed - not bed. What’s the problem? I think that since we’ve no longer having clothes on us we can do it even on the floor, if that doesn’t disturb you.”
“Of course Mr. Stark. I think we can manage that - later.”
“Maybe, I don’t know…If you’re a good girl.” He teased.
The interview went fairly well, except a few escapades from Miss Brown. It was business, the re-building of the arc reactor; some rumors --”Do you really have an arc reactor embedded in your chest?” -- The response was clearly teasingly “If you really want to know, I think I can strip down my shirt, Miss Everheart so you can see it yourself.” -- That leaving her with mouth slightly opened, recorder still on. -- “So it’s true.” --- It really was true, she found out a few moments later when Tony dispensed of his stained shirt.
He stood up, in front of her and let her exam his miniaturized arc reactor. Christine stroked the little metal emanating a soft blue glow over her face and started at it for a few moments before lowering her hand, down his abdomen until she reached his belt. Tony gasped and tried to make a move to release himself from between the desk and the devil. Christine grabbed his belt tightly and leaned in, hoping for a kiss but found herself bending half over him and half over the desk.
Suddenly the door opened, his Pepper talking at her Blackberry, too busy to notice Tony and Christine over the desk. Tony froze but unfortunately Christine moaned his name audibly.
“Tonyyyyy….”
That caught Pepper’s attention. Tony’s eyes flew to his assistant who dropped her Blackberry somewhere between the moan and the gasp following right after.
Pepper stared at them for a brief moment, taking in memory the incredible sight.
She hoped, truth be told that the ‘Jennifer episode’ was just a bad joke, since Tony had bought her flowers and came to apologize, telling her five reasons why he wasn’t lying her.
After a moment, Tony saw her struggling with her own words, while Christine was clinging to him. He raised his both hands, in mock surrender just to show her he wasn’t the one who started this whole -- bullshit.
But all the signs indicated he was faulty. HE was shirtless, belt half-opened and the one clinging desperately to him was clearly a very familiar face. Christine Everheart. Her left leg was encircling his waist and she pinned him into the desk, while pressing him tight-to-tight. The other leg was caressing his other one while one hand reached into his pants.
When Tony felt her fingers massaging him trough his boxer briefs he groaned and tried to free himself from the crazy woman, touching him so damn intimately in front of Pepper who was mentally trying not to let herself cry in front of them.
Christine looked at Pepper, a devilish smirk on her face, all erratic breaths and fast moves of undoing her jacket. Tony tried to yell at her, but god, he was failing miserably.
With a single move of her fingers, she closed the doors, activating the code.
Pepper gasped and tried to open the door, knocking frantically, her breathing shallow.
Christine managed to take off her jacket and she was undoing the buttons of her shirt, with agile fingers.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doi-“ Christine cut him off by kissing him full on his lips, biting his lower lip enough for him to groan, hoarsely.
She got from her purse a pair of handcuffs, taking his hands roughly from behind his back and quickly slipped the handcuffs on. Tony groaned and pushed her aside, just for a moment because she assaulted him back with her lips, trying to get his pants off.
Pepper’s knees won’t listen to her anymore as she fell onto the floor, hands and feet shaking violently. When Christine took another pair of handcuffs and a rope from her purse Pepper lost it, completely.
Tears started rolling down her face, ruining her make-up.
Miss Brown stuck the rope in his mouth before tying it behind his head and pushing him onto the cold floor. She managed somehow to take his pants until they were hanging above his knees, then she slipped them from his legs, taking his shoes and socks down at almost the same time.
Pepper started to shake and embraced herself, trying to regain mental control and go there and fuck that damned bitch.
On the other part of the room, panic welled up in Tony’s chest as the demon; reporter slipped the other pair of handcuffs around his ankles, and started laughing like a crazy woman.
She walked past Tony and grinned at Pepper as she took a chair. Christine took Pepper by her hair and settled her onto the chair, tying her as well but without a rope. She wanted to hear her screaming for him.
Tony was looking desperately after her, eyes closing as in defeat for a couple of times before the reporter told Pepper something.
“I want you to watch us.” She said, smirking like the devil himself.
“You don’t know what we can do to you - to your damned company.” Pepper managed to say between shaky breaths.
Christine only smiled, her white teeth shining in the sun’s light and then turned sharply back at Tony who was moving his hands, legs to free himself but without point. He could not escape from this terror.
Miss Everheart took his bra off, right in front of Tony who hissed as she threw it right in his face. He shook his body to take that thing off.
Then she took all she had left on her and took a knife from her purse, approaching Tony’s boxer briefs with it, his eyes widening in terror.
“Don’t worry, Tohhh-nyyy I won’t harm your little big member.” Christine said as she cut his black satin boxers. Tony followed every move, and then looked horrified back at Pepper whose eyes were filled by tears.
He groaned as she grabbed him by his shaft, massaging his balls roughly.
“I hh--atte yuh.” He managed to say between clenched teeth.
A few minutes after, he couldn’t resist not to be aroused because any hard he focused his member was raising between his legs.
Feeling pleased, Christine settled above him, looking deep in his widened chocolate brown eyes, then moving her gaze to Pepper who looked at them, shocked.
“I got you, Tohh-nny.” She said as she came downwards, taking him as he groaned, eyes closing in defeat, and from the pain it was causing to his soul.
---------She can’t see me, us doing this.----------- He muttered to himself as Christine kissed him deeply, moving up and down slowly, torturing him.
“Tony!” He heard Pepper shout his name with pain in her voice.
Christine moved her hands down his chest scratching him roughly, making him moan in desperation, and pain.
“Don’t hurt him, you fucking bitch!”
“You want to be in my place, isn’t that right?” Pepper heard Christine ask her as she shook her head, looking deep in Tony’s glimmering eyes.
When she moved her hands into his hair and when she tugged hardly he moaned and lost it. Tears came down rolling down his eyes.
“Come on, Stark. Show her how you did last time.” Miss Vanity Fair teased as she slapped him.
“Nnnughhh.” He mumbled, eyes full of hot tears, blurring his vision.
Christine sped her pace, moving up and down almost frantically.
“Move, Stark.” She ordered because Tony stood still.
“Tony…” Pepper sobbed as she looked at Christine obliging him to have sex with her, tugging hard at his hair, biting his lips as she kissed him hard, scratching his soft and delicate skin, moaning hardly as her hips bucked against him.
“Fuck me, Tony.” She said sharply.
More tears rolled down his cheeks, falling down on his arc reactor as he sobbed. He looked at Pepper who had her mouth large opened, her hair spilled across her face.
She kept on looking at her, large crocodile tears spilling from his dark eyes before Christine turned his head at her, moaning his name and with a last bucking of her hips, she came, holding him close to her.
“Yeeeesssss.” She said as she kissed him hardly.
Pepper felt dizzy. She never felt like this her whole life, not even when Rhodey told her Tony was kidnapped. But not now - not that - not another woman having sex with him and having a pretty good orgasm in her face.
Seeing Tony so helpless made her curse the woman above him stroking his arc reactor gently. He moaned as she hit him and left his aching body onto the ground. He collapsed onto the floor, blood coming down his forehead and tears down his cheeks.
Christine emerged to take all her clothes, get into them and throw the keys from the handcuffs somewhere in the room, Pepper following with a death-glare every move she made.
When she was in her face, she raised a hand and slapped her incredibly hard.
“Screw you.” Pepper managed to say between tears.
Christine Everheart left the office, with a small laugh while Pepper tried to untie herself. Calling his name, letting out heavy breaths as she finally escaped from the ropes, fumbling down to Tony who was lying there, sobbing and shuddering.
---Not your sex toy, Stark.--- She remembered one woman who didn’t fall into his charms, that woman being her.
Pepper hurried herself to him, taking him in her strong, protective arms as she let him free of the rope inside his mouth. When he could feel his mouth again, he collapsed against her, his body shivering and protesting to the sexual activity that it had been through, not having enough will and power to release. Tony sobbed, warm tears falling on her shirt, soaking onto her delicate skin as she held him tightly.
“It’s going to be all right, Tony.” She said stroking down his back and kissing his temple tender.
Her eyes went off him, looking after the keys. After a few seconds she spotted them and made a single hand move to get them. When he was finally free of those stupid handcuffs he clung onto her body, not wanting to let go of her.
Tony couldn’t speak. He was so damn over-whelmed, shocked and terrified of what just happened that he couldn’t do or say anything.
Pepper offered him the comfort he needed without saying anything to him, just rocking them easily and kissing his sweaty forehead and temple a few times before she told him he has to get changed and let her take care of him.
---
When they arrived at home, she got him into the bathroom. It was nine pm when he made out from the bathroom eventually, scars all over his tired body.
Pepper helped him get in his bed, but not pulling the covers onto his sore body. She went into the bathroom and brought with her a box with all those medicines, cleaned him with solutions. She kissed the wounds Christine had left him onto his chest and abdomen before applying the moisturizing cream over them.
After she managed successfully to patch him up she took the box back in the bathroom and returned back in his bedroom to catch him staring at her, those dark rich brown eyes filled by pain.
“Don’t worry, Tony. I’m here. I’ll always be here with you.” She said as she closed the lights and kissed his eye-lids softly before taking the comforter and tucking him in.
He sighed shakily and closed his worn eyes before the sleep overtook him.
---
The next morning, when he woke up he found a note by his night-stand along with two aspirins and a glass of water.
I’m right downstairs if you need me, just tell Jarvis and he’ll tell me in return.
And take the two of those; they’ll probably make you feel better.
Tony smiled and let his head fall onto the warm pillows.
“Jarvis? Did she stay here last night?”
“Yes, sir. She fell asleep in the guest room. Shall I tell her you’re awake?” The AI asked.
“No. Not now.” He said, yawning and stretching a bit, his wounds still causing him to wince.
---- Sometime he’ll have to get downstairs, to thank her for everything she’s been through and that she managed to stay at the surface all those times.----