Thread: Comeuppance

Pepper Potts fancied herself a patient woman. She had to be, to survive daily interactions with a billionaire man-child who had a knack for buying expensive things and then accidentally blowing them up. He wasn't a bad boss. Pepper understood that there were thousands, even millions, of others willing and ready to take her place. She supposed she should just suck it up and do her job, playing the nanny, assistant, nurse, and PR all at once to one Tony Stark. Even though it wasn't always pleasant , she had grown to care for Tony during their time together, and he could be somewhat endearing. In a rude, sarcastic, let's-push-Pepper's-buttons-for-fun kind of way. But everyone, even Pepper Potts, has their breaking point. Really, the night had been no different than most other nights. Accompanying Tony to an event, watching him ogle and flirt at a trio of buxom blondes, silently withstanding their shenanigans in the limo she was forced to share. If she took deep breaths, she was fine. This was typical Tony behavior. Once she had gotten back to the Stark mansion, she'd been personal bartender for as long as she could stand it, before she muttered that she was tired and slipped off, probably without Tony even noticing. It felt good to settle on her bed with her laptop she could never go to sleep without doing at least a bit of work, she could finally forget about what Tony was up to on the other side of the house, and focus on other things... Until he had asked her to be a doll and go get some ice cream at three in the morning. And you know what? Pepper had done it, simply because it was easier than saying no. Tony hadn't even thanked her -- as if the favors she paid him were just part of what she did and not deserving of recognition. Pepper supposed that she was a bit to blame, herself. Too long had she indulged Tony's every whim, never saying no, always biting her tongue and smiling calmly at his ridiculous antics. As she saw the triplets to their awaiting car the following morning her swift disposal of his one-night-stands was another thing Tony perpetually took for granted, Pepper felt disgusted with herself. Why was she supporting and playing part in Tony's misogyny? Was she really so self-loathing? She had poured herself a cup of coffee, and made a decision. She would teach Tony a lesson -- but there was only one way to get through to Tony Stark. It was risky, but Pepper knew that she needed to do it... and it would require some preparation... She re-scheduled his meeting. She stowed a discreet black box under his bed, and then tied him to the posts, confident that he was. She admired her handiwork for a few minutes and then she went back to her room. From the fresh laundry she had plucked one of Tony's business shirts she pulled it on, along with a pair of black lacy panties, which were barely covered with the hem of the crisp light blue shirt. Wearing it slightly unbuttoned, revealing a teasing glimpse of cleavage, Pepper looked at herself in her mirror. Her red hair was down, softly curled on her shoulders. She held a glass of expensive scotch on her hand and a fat Cuban cigar between her teeth -- she had to stop herself from laughing out loud. As ludicrous as she thought she looked, Pepper knew her plan would work. Over-dramatic Tony would respond to something this theatrical. Just for the hell of it, Pepper spent some time around the house like that. Lounging on the leather sofa, enjoying her drink, she played a caricature of her boss, affecting her best impersonation as she made sexist comments under a guise of light-hearted sarcasm to a Pepper who wasn't really there. It was all very bizarre -- she was talking to herself -- but, she had to admit...it felt rather good. She didn't go back to Tony's room until about half past two. Pepper opened the door, and saw him laying there, bound, awake, and briefly wondered how long he'd been up she immediately reminded herself that she did not care. For this to work she would have to suppress her intrinsic concerns for Tony's well-being, at least for now. Good morning. Or, should I say, afternoon, Pepper's voice was low and quiet. She closed the door behind her and locked it with a soft click. You must be so exhausted, after the night you had... She smiled as she approached the bed. She was still holding the tumbler of alcohol, and she drained the glass before tossing it on rug. Let me tell you about my night. I had to babysit an immature jackass all night and then pour drinks for him while he took part in an orgy and then I had to go to the store to buy him ice cream so he could lick it off some big fake tits. At three in the morning. I'm a little tired too, Mr. Stark . Pepper moved onto the bed, straddled his thighs loosely, looking down at Tony with disgust. Tired of your shit. All you do is take, take, take... You think you can treat women, including me, like objects, that you can play with a few times and get rid of when you're bored... Well, for once in your life, your actions are going to have consequences, Tony. She removed the gag from his mouth and tossed it aside. Almost tenderly, she cupped his cheek -- then she slapped him, hard. I'm -- I'm going to show you what it's like to be fucked and used and then thrown out with the trash. Pepper had to fight to keep her voice steady, because, fuck, she was getting turned on. Once, twice, she rocked her hips against him, rubbing herself slowly against his hip. ...Will you be a good slut and obey? Just saying the words caused her to blush, just slightly, and she felt another twist of arousal deep within her body -- not only that, but a touch of worrying fear, too...this could go horribly wrong, and she could be fired at any moment for sexual harassment. Pepper waited on pins and needles for him to speak.