Thread: Comeuppance (crazy)

Forty minutes was an unusually long amount of time for Tony to wait for Pepper's first appearance of the day. Usually when he woke up still restrained from the night before, a happenstance that would occur every few months or so, and one that never quite lost its amusing charm, Pepper was there within ten to twenty minutes to let him free. This was due to her knowing to check on him anyway, to ritualistically wake him up if he hadn't awoke for the day already, and so any predicament Tony was in from the night before was always quickly resolved. And really, who didn't enjoy laying in their warm bed for another twenty minutes in the morning anyway, cuddling into the sheets and recalling the previous night's deviant fun like a freshly received badge of honor? Once he had ended up waiting close to thirty minutes, but he forgave Pepper for that. No one was perfect. Forty minutes, though. How irresponsible. He'd have to make sure, Tony thought as he lay there, wrists still bound, mouth still gagged, tha- The bedroom doors opened. And in walked a rather leggy freckled redhead, the beauty of those pale Irish legs accentuated by how very bare they were. Tony's mind was quite instantly devoid of thought, and his eyes were quite instantly transfixed on... Pepper? Ms.Potts? He blinked a few times, closing his eyes hard before opening them again. At this point he was fully awake. At this point Tony was able to see fine, and amusingly enough, fine is what he saw. Whh lhfly uhnwhhr tht iff, Phffhr. Dhd hi hfi ih fhor yhoo? Oh, how difficult it was to speak with a gag in your mouth. His jaw was getting a little sore from it at this point. She seemed to have no problem talking for the both of them, though, and Tony listened. Well, sort of listened. She was chastizing his choice in women, his choice in fun, pretty much a wet blanket all around. What was that, something about sluts? Yeah, whatever Mom. While she was talking he mostly just paid attention to Pepper's outfit, to her underwear, enjoying the view of her boyshorts from behind when she rose her hands, the short green robe raising slightly with them, giving him a slight glimpse of the black ruffles upon her backside. That was nice. And when she turned to him, downing the scotch, Tony's immediate thought was that she needed a cigar in the other hand and that would be pretty damn sexy. And when she crawled toward him on the bed? That was when he looked at her shirt, at the thin, almost see-through tank top, almost but not quite, and wondered what size her breasts were. A-cup? He could help her fix that. They did usually look nice on her, he supposed, but excess never hurt anyone. It wasn't until she removed his gag and spoke, telling her boss in no uncertain terms that she was going to teach him what it was like to be used that... well, quite frankly, a dream was coming true. But when she said something about he only being good for licking pussy, something he certainly had no issue with, provided the lady was clean and not overly used, then... sucking dick? ... ... Well, that was... That was unexpected. Odd. Maybe his assistant had a cold? Tony's lips parted for some quick-witted, quirky reply, but it was at that precise moment that Pepper Potts was pulling off her black ruffled boyshorts, revealing to him for the first time a lovely, freshly shaven Irish vagina. And the arousal that had been building since she entered the room reached a very shameless peak, erect and excited, sticking prominently upward from the silk sheet of his bed. Temporarily stricken speechless, the great Tony Stark simply took in the sight before him for a moment as his assistant took hold of his hair, pressing her crotch against his face. Oh, it was wonderful. His jaw was still a little sore from the gag, his wrists were still annoyingly bound after so long, but both were forgotten as his eyes closed shut and his tongue lapped at the folds of Pepper's tender, feminine lips. Mmm... gorgeous, he murmured softly under his breath before kissing lightly upon her slit.