After getting your breath back, you get dressed, and go out to the SUV. Again, Rumlow lets you drive. Opens the door for you. A true gentleman outside, and a fucking animal inside. You drive for a while, in silence. You can see that he is looking at you from time to time.

– Pull over here!

His voice is determent, strong, commanding.

– Why?

He looks at you, smirking.

– Because you can’t suck my dick if you’re the one driving the car. So we’re switching places!

You laugh. Suck him off in the car. Who does he think you are? You turn your attention back to the road. You don’t slow down. And you don’t look at him.

– I said, pull over!

– I know what you said, Brock!

– So pull the fuck over!

You send him a little smirk. This game is actually fun.

– No!

He looks at you for a second. His jaw tenses again, and his eyes. Fuck.. You messed up. Why do you keep playing his games? In one swift move he is over on your side of the car, clamps his foot down on the break, and the car comes to a sudden stop. He takes a hold of your chin, and plants a rough kiss on your lips.

– Don’t ever disobey me like that again! Now, pull over here!

You do as he says. You already disobeyed him twice this morning, and it’s not a good idea to take this any further.

You stop the car on a dirt road, a short drive away from the main street. A split second you just look into each others eyes. Before he grabs your hair, and pulls your face down in his lap. Pushing it into his groin.

– Do you feel that?

You feel his erection growing against your chin.

– Do you?

– Y… Yes!

His grip on your hair loosens. Instead he holds your head in place. Pushing his groin up against it.

– Take it!

You slowly unbuckle him. The whole time he holds your face in place. Giving you just enough room for him to break free from his pants.

– Suck it! Take it!

You close your lips around him. He pushes your head down, and at the same time he plunges upwards. His whole length goes down your throat. Fuck. You didn’t even know you were capable of this.

– Aaaahha.. Fuck.. Good girl.. Shit.. Take it! Yes!

He pulls your head back. You catch your breath. He is big. It’s almost painful, but you want to please him. And he is in charge after all. You knew that when you decided to start this thing with him.

– Again!

Once again he pushes your head down. This time you are more ready for whats coming. He holds your head in place, as he fucks your throat. The noises that escapes him, makes you wet as fuck. The knowledge that it’s you that makes him feel this way. He doesn’t ask this time either. But you can feel it. His cock is throbing and then he unloads.

– Fuck.. You beautiful girl. Swallow!

You look up at him as you swallow his load. He smiles down at you.

– Good girl.. Get in the back!

– The back of the SUV?

Once again he takes a hold of your hair.

– Yes! In the back of the SUV! Do I have to force you?

You smile at him. His eyes darkens, and he yanks you closer to him. Kisses you aggressively. Then he almost drags you out of the front seat and into the back. He manages to be both rough an gentle at the same time. He has total control over you, but you feel safer than you have ever felt before.

In the back of the SUV he gently places you on the floor. You look at him. His erection still stands proud. Shit, this guy can keep it up for hours. He follows your gaze. Laughs a little.

– You want this?

You nod. When he is like this you really struggle with the words.

– Lift up your skirt!

You look at him for a second, before you drag your skirt up to your hips. He looks down on you.

– More!

You continue to lift your skirt up to your stomach. Slowly.

– Stop! Perfect!

He looks at you, for something that feels like an eternity. His eyes. Devouring you. Them alone could probably make you come, without him even touching you. He lets his fingers brush over your underwear. Looks into your eyes. Smirks at you.

– You’re already dripping for me. I can feel it, and I haven’t even removed your underwear yet..

You buck your hips up against his hand. He carefully places his other hand on your lower stomach.

– Stay still!

– Please… Brock!

His laugh again. Then he gets down on all fours, and slowly makes his way up to your face.

– I’ll tell you what we’re going to do…

You hold your breath. Keeping your eyes on his.

– I am going to please you. And you WILL ask permission to come this time.

Again you nod. You have to concentrate this time. You don’t know why he keeps playing this game. Maybe he wants to teach you to hold it. But why can’t he just say that?

– I decide! What were you going to do again?

He leans down. Lets his tongue glide over your lips.

– I… I have to ask permission to come!

– Good girl. And how do you ask?

Where is he going with this? Is this turning him on?

– Please, Brock! I… I want to come!

He plants a soft kiss on your lips.

– Repeat after me! Please, Brock. Can I come?

Another soft kiss. He holds it a little longer this time. Like he’s letting you process what he just told you.

– P…Please, Brock Can I please come?

– Good girl. Very good girl.

He lets his hand slide down your side, and into your underwear. He smiles at you when he sees how your pupils reacts when he lets his finger slide over your clit.

– Dripping wet. For me to enjoy. Beautiful!

You lie in bed for a while, not saying anything. You don’t know why. But he makes you feel safe, and appreciated. After all the years with David, this is exactly what you need right now. He kisses your forehead.

– We should probably take a shower. Want to join me?

You look at him, smiling.

– I should get home. I need some new clothes for tomorrow. If I’m going to continue working on the top floor, I have to dress the Part.

He smiles back at you. Plants a soft kiss on your lips.

– Shower at your place then. I don’t mind that.

You get up, and put your clothes back on. Then you leave his apartment. You unlock the front door to your building, and walk up to the third floor. You see it immediately. Your door is kicked off its henches. Rumlow stops you, takes out his gun, and steps in front of you.

– Stay here!

He is in total search mode. You do as he tells you. You lean against the wall, so you have total control of what happens around you. *It has to be David. It has to. Who else would break in to your apartment?* You feel the panic taking over. Your legs are shaking.

After a while Rumlow comes back. Gun still in his hand.

– Your apartment is cleared, but whoever broke in, made a total mess. You are staying with me, until we can figure this out. I’ll help you pack some stuff. Just be ready, it doesn’t look good. Stay close to me.

You walk inside your apartment. It looks like a tornado went through it. Every single drawer is on the floor, all your stuff is everywhere. They even cut open your couch cushions. You close your eyes. You can feel tears forming behind them. Rumlow puts his arms around you.

– It’ll be allright. I’m here. Nothing is going to happen to you. I’ll make sure of that. Let’s pack a bag, and go back to my place. Trust me I’ll find whoever did this, and when I do…..

You manage to pack a bag with some of the stuff you feel you need. When you go back to his place, he still has his gun out, and his other arm is protectively around you. It feels like the walk over to his place takes forever. When he finally close and lock his door behind you, you break down. Your legs can’t hold you up anymore. He lifts you up, and carry you into the bedroom, lies down with you, and holds you until you finish crying.

– This is supposed to be the safest place in the City. They told me that, when I moved in. How could anyone break in like that?

You look at him, your eyes sore after all the tears. He gets closer to you. Forehead, to forehead, he looks deeply into your eyes.

– I don’t know. But, I’ll find out. You’ll stay with me. Nothing is going to happen to you, and no one will touch you.

– I can’t stay with you, Brock. I barley know you, and you’re my boss.

He kisses you.

– Bosses orders. You’re staying here. And you are going to join me in the shower. It’ll help. Trust me.

You laugh. It feels good to laugh a little after all of this. You sit up in the bed, and place your feet on the floor. He gets up, and offers his hand. You take it, and walk with him to his bathroom.

He is not his usual dominant self. And you realise that there is more to this guy. You get undressed, and join him in the shower. The warm water, and his gentle touch helps you relax. His kisses are soft and tender. He touches you in a whole different way. Soft, caring. He’s not ordering you around at all. Infact he doesn’t say a word. He’s just there, giving you everything you need at this exact moment.

After you finish showering, he orders food, and you eat together. Watch some TV, and he gets you a glass of wine. You start to calm more and more down. But you hate the fact that you don’t know who broke into your apartment. And you don’t know if anything is missing. Rumlow can see that you are thinking.

– I’ll find him, YN. I’ll find him, and I’ll kill him. I told him that at the bar, remember!

You jump at his sudden determent voice. *Kill him? Kill, David?*

– It’s, OK, Brock! He’s done worse things than this.

You look down at your hands. You understand that he want’s to protect you. But to kill someone. Isn’t that taking things a little too far?

– That’s what I mean, YN. I’ll make sure that he NEVER hurts you again.

He takes the wine glass from your hand, and places it on the table. Then he puts his arms around you, and pulls you close.

– I’ll make sure he never hurts anyone again. You’re mine, and it’s my job to protect you.

You feel so safe, so protected. You close your eyes, to really feel his strong arms around you. After all the adrenaline, and all the crying, you fall asleep in his arms.

You wake up in bed, Rumlow is still holding you, sleeping. You look at the time. 3 a.m.! You turn around, to look at him. He looks so peaceful when he is sleeping. You get closer to him. Touch his nose with yours. He smiles at you. But he doesn’t open his eyes.

– You are beautiful, YN! Now, go back to sleep. We have work in a couple of hours.

He puts both arms around you, and you nuzzle close to him.

His words makes you ache for another orgasm. *what is this stuff?* You finally manage to lift your hands up. Let your fingers slide over a few of his toys. He is organised. Everything has its own place. But you still don’t have a clue what to pick, or what this stuff is used for.

– Too hard for you? Want me to help out?

– I… I don’t know what half of this is?

He lets go of your hair, and reach for an item.

– Well.. THIS is called a blindfold. And it will work perfectly for what I have planned for you!

It’s like he’s taking things slow. Finding out how far he can go. Your guess is that he has been in relationships, where he used much more than a blindfold. He carefully places the blindfold on you. Then he once again carefully places you on his bed. Secure your arms to the bed, with his handcuffs, and then he kisses you passionately.

You can hear that he gets up from the bed. And you can feel his eyes on you.

– Beautiful. And mine…. all…mine…

You can hear something, and you think it’s him removing his clothes. At least, that’s what it sounds like.

He gets on top of you. *Yes, he did remove his clothes*. Kisses your neck. Then he moves up to your earlobe. The electric feeling spreads throughout your body. You open and close your fists. That’s about the only movement you can do with your arms at this point.

– Wait here!

Wait here? It’s not like you have any other choice. He leaves the bedroom, you can hear him finding something in the kitchen. But you can’t make out what. You turn your head in the direction the sounds are coming from, but of course you cant see a thing. Then his footsteps comes back towards you.

He slowly brushes his hands from your toes and up your legs. Then he seductively pushes your legs apart.

– Perfect…

He uses his legs to hold yours apart. Then he reaches for something. Your guess is that it’s whatever he brought with him from the kitchen. He is so quiet you can’t make out what he is doing, but it kinda sounds like he takes something between his teeth. He leans down, and places a hand on each of your thighs, holding them apart. You hold your breath, waiting for what he’s about to do.

Something ice cold touches your clit. You gasp. *Fuck, ice cubes, he got fucking ice cubes* With the ice cube between his teeth, he drags it up and down. It’s freezing cold, but mixed with his warm breath it’s unlike anything, anyone has ever done to you before.

– Shit. Br… B… Brock….

He laughs. With the ice cube still between his teeth, he trails it up your stomach, and up to your neck. You yank the handcuffs. He sits up. Placing the ice cube on your stomach.

– Oh, no no, baby girl.. I’m in charge now. You just lie there and take what I’m giving you..

Once again he takes the ice cube between his teeth, and moves down between your legs. He puts one finger inside you, and quickly joins in with another. Slowly massaging that spot. And at the same time, he drags the ice cube back and forth. The mixture of hot and cold is indescribable. You yank the handcuffs again. He removes his fingers, and sits up. Puts the ice cube away.

– Stay still!

– O…Ok.. I’m sorry..

A little laugh. Before his warm tongue hits your clit. After the cold from the ice cube the warm feeling makes your back arch.

– Fuck!!

– Maybe later… Right now… I decide.. How it’ll be… And… When you come!

His fingers again, rougher this time. You can’t hold back your moans anymore. His tongue teasing you.

– I… B..Brock.. I.. Need.. to….

He stops. His fingers still inside you. But he’s not moving. You buck your hips. He slowly removes them. And takes a firm grip on your hips.

– Stay. Still!

He gets on top of you, and whispers in your ear. The things he does, and the fact that you can’t see a thing, makes all the other feelings so much more intense.

– You want to come?

– Yes. God, yes!

He puts his whole body weight on you, and you can feel that he is more than ready. He breathes heavily in your ear.

– Then beg for it!

– God… Please…

He moves down on you. Takes a nipple between his teeth.

– Please, what?

– I.. I want… to come.. Please…

His hand moves down between your legs again. You buck your hips, following his movement. He spanks you. Not hard, but you’re caught off guard.

– What did I just tell you?

– T…To.. Stay still…

– Good girl… Relax..

He gently lets his hand brush over where he spanked you.

– I don’t want to punish you. But I will, if you do not follow orders.

– Please… Make me come..

– You think you deserve that?

You don’t know what to answer. You focus soly on not to move. His fingers teases your enterance, and your whole body aches to have him inside you.

– Please.. Brock… I need to come..

– Do. You. Deserve. That?

– Please….

His fingers enters you again. He starts to work right away, no warning. Mercilessly massaging that spot. You can hear his breathing. His other hand presses down on your lower stomach. Your moans tells him you’re close..

– Not yet! Hold it!

– Please… I…. Goood…

He yanks his fingers out, and before you can even think he enters you. Taking a firm grip of your shoulders, to ground you. As he plunges into you, over and over.

– Mine… Say it!

– I… Fuck… I’m yours! Please… I…

– Yes! Come around me.. Do it!

You clenche your first around the bead post. As the orgasm overpowers you.

– I can feel your walls pulsating around me… More!

He keeps burying himself inside you. hitting every single nerve. Every single sensitive spot.

– Come for me again! Come on!

The series of pulsating pleasure rushing trough you makes you scream. All the sounds around you dissapeares. You can barely remember where you are. You almost don’t realise that he finishes.

He lies down beside you, covers you both with a blanket, and pulls you close. You nuzzle your face into his neck. He smells so fucking good, and safe. He let’s his fingers trail down your spine.

– You, YN! You are perfectly beautiful….

You drive home in silence. You want to tell him that you feel uncomfortable working with something you don’t know how to do. But his look is so determent that you don’t find the right words. Besides, you know that he’s not finished with the fact that you didn’t manage to hold back in the elevator. And the fact that you don’t know what he’ll do to you when you get home, turns you on, more than you care to admit to yourself.

When you reach home, he tells you where to park the car, then he steps out, comes around to your side, and opens the door for you. Takes your hand, and helps you out. You are caught off guard. This strong, tough guy treats you like a princess. But you like it. It makes you feel special.

You close and lock the car. Then he places a hand on your back, and guides you inside. His hand on your back is determent. It’s like he pushes you, but not really. And he don’t have to, you are more than happy to let him take control.

When you enter his apartment, you look around. It’s big. Almost the entire top floor is his. But it’s a typical single males apartment. You remove your shoes, and place them on a shoe rack. His eyes are following your every move. You take another look at his tactical gear. His gun… You swallow. The way he touched you with it. *Fuck. What is wrong with you? It’s not normal to like stuff like this. Is it?*

– Are you hungry?

He walks towards you.

– Or, do you want to skip dinner, and go straight for…… dessert?

He kisses you. His tongue finds yours, dancing with it.. Your belly clenches.. You grab his belt, and drag him closer to you. And this time, he lets you.

He looks at you. Smiling. His eyes are tender, not the usual determent expression. He reaches for something behind his back. Not taking his eyes away from you. Then he holds up a pair of handcuffs in front of you..

– Ever tried one of these before?

You shake your head.

– Do you want to?

This time you nod. You don’t know why, but it’s like he takes away your ability to talk. It’s like the words are not even there. He kisses you again.

– Let’s move this to a place we can get more comfortable.

Again he places a hand on your back and guides you. You just follow along. Not saying anything. *What does his bed look like? His bedroom? Does he have toys?*

He stops, hugs you from behind, and starts to unbutton your blouse. You lean your head back against his shoulder. He removes your blouse, and your bra. Then he continues to guide you into his bedroom.

He gently puts you down on his bed, and then he removes your skirt and your underwear. You look at him. Waiting for his next move. He stands up, looking down at you.

– Play with yourself!

– Ehh?

He takes your hand, and guides it down your stomach.

– You heard me, play with yourself. I want to watch you!

Furiously blushing, you do as you´re told. Close your eyes. God, you want HIM to touch you. You are already more than ready for him. You can feel that, in more than one way, when your fingers starts to slide over your sensitive parts.

– Open your eyes! Look at me!

Shit. You’re blushing more than ever. But you open your eyes, and look up at him. His tactical gear, those hungry eyes, ready to devourer you. You moan. *Fuck, how is this possible?*

– You have no idea, how much this turns me on! Watching you pleasuring yourself… Keep those beautiful eyes open…

You grab the sheet with your free hand, your back arches, and your moans intensefies.

– Stop! Don’t come!

He grabs your arms, pins them over your head. And then his fingers takes over, viciously pumping inside you. It doesn’t take long, before the orgasm rushes trough your body. Your screams echoing in the walls. He laughs a little. Then he moves his hand up to your face. Drags his fingers across your lips. Smearing your wetness over them..

– Here, taste yourself!

God.. the waves from the orgasm still rushes trough your body. You open your mouth, and suck on his fingers.. He leans down and whispers in your ear.

– Taste good, doesn’t it? No, don’t stop!

He lies there for a while, looking at you sucking on his fingers. Then he removes them, and kisses you. Takes a hold of your hair.

– I can taste you on your tongue! Wonderful! Now, get up!

You get up. His hold of your hair is strong, but it hurts just the right way. He guides you over to a closet. Stops in front of it.

– Open it!

You carefully open the doors, then you gasp. His toys. A lot of toys. You don’t even know what half of it is. You don’t know what to say to this. You suddenly feel exposed. You are totally naked, he is fully dressed. And this stuff. *Why, just why is this turning you on?* You start to blush again. He leans into you from behind, lets his tongue slide over your earlobe.

– Pick one!

You can’t move. It’s like your arms are glued to your side. He wants you to pick one. You don’t even know what this stuff is, or what it’s used for. How can you know what to pick?

– Pick. One. Or so help me, I WILL do it myself!

The elevator starts moving, you look at him. You can’t believe that he tells you who you can or can’t spend time with. You open your mouth to say something, but he covers it with his hand.

– Shhh.. You’re gonna listen to me now. Understand?

His voice is dark and determent. So you nod. Don’t dare to say anything back. At least not yet. He lets his hand slide up your thigh underneath your skirt, and into your underwear. You gasp. He then removes his hand from your mouth, and press a button on the control panel. The elevator comes to a stop.

– Wh… What are you doing?

– Given what I can feel between your legs right now….. Something that feels… really good…

You let your head fall back against the wall.. Rumlow lets out a small laugh..

– I’m gonna have some fun with you…

He slips one finger inside you, and joins in with another.. You moan.. He puts his other hand around your throat. Harder than last time, but you can still breathe and talk properly.

– As long as we are in this elevator, you’re not allowed to come, until I say so. Is that clear?

You don’t know what to say. His fingers inside you. His hand around your throat, all mixed with his husky voice and those intense eyes. You know you’re not gonna be able to.

– I.. I can’t….

– Yes, you do! I will NOT have you disobey me!

– Oh God…

He pulls out his fingers, and removes your underwear. He then folds it together and puts it in his pocket. You don’t know what, but something about it is extremely hot.

You glance over his uniform again. It’s still all there. The guns.. the knifes… *What is wrong with my mind? Why do I like this so much?*

He follows your gaze. He let’s out another small laugh. Almost triumphal.

– Well, you’re a crazy little thing aren’t you. Want to play with it?

– Wh…What…?

He opens his right holster and takes out the gun. The whole time he is looking at you. Not once taking his eyes away from you. He removes the magazine, and then the bullet in the clip. Then he comes over to you. Gun in his right hand, by his side. He steps all the way up to you. You can’t even breathe without your chest hitting his.

– I’ve never used my gun like this before. This’ll be…. interesting!

His breath on you. His body so close to you. The way he says things, the way he moves. You are done for. You can’t get a single word out. You barely manage to breathe. He lets the gun slide up your inner thigh.

– I can use it like this…… Or….

He leans in closer to you. You hold your breath, waiting for his next move.

– Like this….

He lets the barrel of the gun slide over your wet slith. You suck in a breath. He continues to carefully slide the barrel back and forth.

– Up and down like this.. Right there… You like that?

Fuck.. You close your eyes. Why does this feel so good?

– Remember what I said?

You open your mouth to answer, but the only sound that escapes you are your moans. He doesn’t care to wait for your answer. He yanks you around, pins your arms, and takes a firm hold around your throat.

– What did I say?

– God.. Please..

– You’re not allowed to come unless I say so! Now, let’s se how obedient you are!

Before you know it, you are down on the floor, your skirt pulled up around your waist, one of your legs over his shoulder. He gives you a slow lick. Before he turns his attention to your clit. Trailing his tongue slowly over it again and again.

– Ahhh.. Fuck.. Th…This is not….going.. to…work…

You can feel him smiling, before he closes his lips over your clit sucking on it. The sounds escaping you is sounds you have never heard yourself make before. Fuck you’re close. He can feel it too, you know that. Fuck.. What is he going to do? You don’t have to wait long. His fingers joins his tongue, and you desperately try to grab a hold of something.

– God, p…ple…please.. you have to stop.. I…I’m….

Every fiber in you is on fire. There is not a single spot in your entire body that isn’t fiering. You desperately try to hold back.

– Hold it! Hold it, or I WILL stop!

Fuck.. he doesn’t slow down ether. His pace is increasing, or maybe it just feels like it. You know you wont make it. The angle of his fingers, his tongue on your clit. FUUUUUCK..

You totally lose control. Your body is moving and shaking like never before. It’s almost painful, but at the same time so fucking good. The sounds escaping you sounds like they went trough sandpaper before they left your mouth. It’s like the Mother of all orgasms. Fuck.. When he finally removes his fingers from inside you, you can hear how wet you are.

He lets you breathe for a second, but not a second more. He lifts you up in a standing position, take a hold of your throat, and look you in the eye..

– What did you do?

You don’t know what to say. The waves of the orgasm still flows trough your body, and your brain haven’t landed yet.

– I…I’m sorry…

– Did I say you could come?

You shake your head.

– But….

You try to say.. But he doesn’t let you.

– Shut up!!! Did you do what I told you to do?

– N..Nh..No.. I…

– That’s right! You disobeyed me!

– I…. I’m sorry…

He kisses you. The kiss isn’t angry. Infact it’s totally the oposite.

– We’ll continue this at home!

He lets go of you, and collect his gun. Puts it back in the holster.

– My place tonight! But I need to show you something first!

He presses a button on the control panel, and the elevator starts moving again. You look at him. What the hell just happened?

The elevator stops, and you enter something that looks like an underground parking facility. Row after row of black SUVs.

– Wow.. These are SHIELD vehicles?

– Yes! Here you go!

He tosses you a Key.

– You’ll let me drive?

– It’s yours! Well, for as long as you are with SHIELD!

He comes over to you. Hands you a keycard. Your name is on it, and your picture. And your title is “Senior Analyst”. You open your mouth to say something, but he puts his finger over your lips.

– Look. I May be a little bit overprotective. But I need you close to me. So don’t argue. And let’s go home.

You just nod..

Your workplace? You don’t understand. You know where that is. You look at him. And he sees that you are confused.

– Oh, yeah. I changed it. You’ll be working on this floor.

– What? But I’m not qualified for that? I don’t want any special treatment..

– Oh, really? Because you seem to enjoy every second of it….

He tilts your face, and places a kiss on your lips.

– Or am I wrong?

– What am I supposed to do, Brock? I’m not an agent. Look at what I’m wearing…

– You’re supposed to monitor chatter, and rapport back to me if anything seems off!

– Why did you do this?

He wraps his arms around you, pulls you close. You close your eyes, and take in his scent.

– I want to keep an eye on you. Protect you. And you are way too beautiful to work down in that shithole. Now follow me!

You follow him, out of his office, he opens a door two doors down from his. And you enter a big room, filled with workstations, and a lot of people. The first thing you notice when you enter, is how quiet the room gets. It’s like everyone almost stopped breathing when he entered. You keep following him all the way down to the end of a row of workstations. He pulls the chair out for you. You can almost feel all your Co-workers looking at you. Fuck. Why did he do this? You have the best workstation of them all, next to a big window, and a stunning view.

You sit down, and as you do you look at him. You try to look angry, but his eyes melts you. But you manage to give him a little frown. He pushes your chair closer to your desk. Leans down and whispers to you.

– That’s it. Keep being a brat…. I can’t wait to fuck you later….

His words sends shivers down your spine. He gives you a sharp nod, then he turns and leave. With firm steps. You look after him. When the door shuts behind him, the office floor awakens again. You put on your headset, and try to understand what you are supposed to do.

– Psst…

You jump up, you were so wrapped up in what you were doing, that you didn’t notice the guy sitting next to you. You remove your headset. And turn your head.

– Hi..

– You’re the new girl..

You roll your eyes. *Way to se the obvious!*

– It shows, huh?

– Not really. You must be good. When Mr.Rumlow treats you like that..

It’s strange to hear someone call him Mr.Rumlow. Especially after…. Well.. Everything.. The guy looks at the time.

– Hey, what do you know. It’s lunch time. Sit with me?

– Sure, why not. You lead the way. I don’t know where the break room is.

You walk with him, and sit with him and talk trough lunch. You learn that his name is Thomas, and that he is quite new at SHIELD as well.

——————–

After additional four hours of work. Your workday comes to an end. You collect your stuff, and walk out in the hall. You made sure you were the last one to leave. You really don’t want your Co-Workers to get the wrong idea about you. And you are under-qualified for this job. You only got it because of him.

You make your way to the elevator. Push the button on the wall, and wait for it to arrive.

– You’re working late too.

You whirl around..

– Oh, Thomas.. *Man this guy knows how to sneak up on me*

– Yeah.. I had a few things I needed to get in order before I left.

– Good. I like to work with the best.

– Oh, I don’t know if I am the best….

Then you hear a husky voice behind you.

– Yes, you are!

Thomas is the first one to turn around.

– Oh. Mr.Rumlow. Burning the midnight Oil too?

The elevator arrives, and Thomas enters. Rumlow takes a hold of your jacket behind you. You can feel it, but Thomas doesn’t notice. You don’t move an inch. Thomas puts his hand in front of the doors, so they don’t close. Rumlow looks at him.

– No need to hold the elevator. I’m gonna need a few words with Miss YLN before she leaves!

Thomas nods, and lets go of the elevator doors. After they close, you turn around.

– What was that all about? A few words with Miss YLN?

– I don’t like you being around him!

His words sound hard. *Is he jealous?*

– Are you saying I can’t have friends at work?

– No, I’m not saying that. I just don’t like HIM!

– Do you know him? Do you know ANYONE at the office floor besides me?

He comes over to you. You swallow, hard. One again you are forced to walk backwards. Until you hit the wall by the freight elevator. He pushes the button. Then he leans in and whispers to you.

– This elevator has no windows.. No one can see us in there…

You open your mouth to say something, but another guy shows up. Wearing the same uniform as Rumlow. When the elevator arrives. Rumlow guides you inside, and turn towards the other guy. Raise his arms, and looks at him.

– You’ll take the next one.

Then the doors close, and Rumlow turns towards you.

– Now.. Where were we? Oh, that’s right. I was gonna show YOU. Why you belong to ME!

Kanskje ett teit spørsmål, siden dette jo er en bloggplattform, og de aller fleste som har blogg liker å skrive. Men jeg spør likevel. Går du med en liten forfatter drøm i magen? Har du gode ideer, som du ønsker å vise frem? Det kan du. Jeg startet å skrive historier for ca 2 år siden, og jeg virkelig elsker hvordan internett lar deg publisere så og si hva du vil.

Jeg skriver på engelsk, men det er ikke noe regel at du må gjøre det, det finnes folk på alle plattformene jeg bruker, som skriver på andre språk. Men, følger skaren din, og antall klikk vil nok bli bedre dersom du skriver på Engelsk.

For å hjelpe deg litt på vei, tenkte jeg at jeg skulle liste opp mine favoritt plattformer her, slik at du slipper å lete deg ihjel etter dem.

Wattpad!

En meget pen plattform, som er lett å bruke, og du kan laste ned en app på telefonen eller nettbrettet ditt. En av de mest populære sosiale plattformene for skribenter, omfatter hele verden. Her finner du garantert noe du liker å lese, og noen vil også garantert lese det du eventuelt skriver. Det finnes historier på Wattpad, du må betale for å lese, men du kan også etterhvert tjene penger på dine historier. Wattpad driftes også ved reklame, derfor er det desverre endel reklame i appen. Dersom du ønsker dette vekk, kan du betale for premium medlemskap. Appen er dermed ikke 100% gratis, selvom den er gratis å laste ned. Wattpad driver også med hard sensur, og flertallet av brukerne er mellom 16-30 år. Liker du for eksempel harde 50 Shades historier, så er nok ikke Wattpad stedet for deg. Men absolutt ett sted jeg anbefaler dersom du liker å lese eller skrive romantikk.

AO3

Min absolutte favoritt. AO3 er ett arkiv, så det er ingen app du kan laste ned. AO3 driftes på donasjoner, og har derfor ingen “regler” slik som Wattpad har. Her kan du med andre ord finne absolutt alt. Alt fra Hardcore gore, til soft romantisk smask smask. Du må ha en innvitasjon for å bli medlem, dette kan du enkelt søke om, og det vil ta 4-10 dager før du får svar. Eneste grunnen til at AO3 gjør dette, er for å sørge for at serveren ikke blir overbelastet. Det er ingen regel at du må poste masse greier for å være medlem der. Du kan også bruke AO3 bare til å lese, da trenger du ikke et medlemskap, og er inne på sidene og leser som gjest.

Instagram

Er du som meg, 50 shades style fan, og liker den typen historier, er Instagram reels plassen for å finne dem. Instagram er ganske mellow, når det gjelder spicy innhold, og lar det meste passere, så sant det ikke er flat out porno. Dette er nok grunnen til at de fleste spicy creators på TikTok, også bruker Instagram aktivt, for å nå ut med alt innhold. Instagram er som kjent gratis, og kan brukes til alt mulig. Alt fra å dele hverdagsbilder, memes eller som meg, historier.

 

TikTok

Absolutt den appen som gir mest trafikk. Dessverre er sensuren hard, og siden det er algorytmen som driver med sensur, kan man nok oppleve at innhold blir fjernet uten at det er noe galt med det. Jeg har opplevd det mange ganger og har fått en god del av det restored. Ord og skrivemåter fanges opp, og derfor må man lære seg måter å sno seg rundt dette, som å skrive “seggs” istedenfor “sex” og “de@d” istedenfor “dead” slike ting. Litt mye styr for oss som skriver mye, men man kommer raskt inn i det. TikTok er også ett fint sted å reklamere for historier du skriver eller bloggen din, da det er relativt lett å bygge opp en følger skare, og å finne likesinnede. TikTok har et gedigent utvalg av musikk, slik at du stort sett finner det du trenger. Tidligere kunne man kun legge ut videoer på 60 sekunder på TikTok, nå kan men vel legge ut opptil 10 minutter tror jeg. Jeg vil likevel anbefale deg å holde lengden på maks 90 sekunder, da TikTok er en fast pace app, og folk blir fort lei.

 

Tumblr

Tumblr er basically twitter på steroider. Mye av det samme oppsettet, men gud så mye mye bedre. Det er ingen limitations på hvor mange ord pr innlegg, noe som gjør tumblr til den perfekte skrive appen. Her kan du dele stort sett hva du vil, så lenge du tagger innlegget korrekt dersom det inneholder mature content (noe stort sett alle mine innlegg gjør). På Tumblr er vi en fin gjeng skrive og leseglade, som hoster challenger, reblogger og støtter hverandre. Du kan bruke tumblr både på desktop og app. Jeg har begge, men bruker som oftest app til PMs og desktop til å publisere. Er du en sucker for gifs, finner du enorme mengder med det på tumblr.

The whole weekend you think of him. You can’t shake the feeling. Your body aches for him. No one ever made you feel this way before. Even after he is gone, you can feel him inside you. *Fuck, I need to shake this feeling before I start work on Monday. If not I won’t get anything done*

Monday morning you’re up early. You take your time, fixing your make up, and picking out an outfit to wear. You’ll be at a computer all Day, but you still want to look good. When you feel done, you look at yourself in the mirror. *This’ll do. It’s not like you’re preparing for a date* You decide to walk, you need the fresh air. *For God’s sake. Get him out of your head YN*

You finally reach the SHIELD building. It’s bigger than you imagined. You walk inside, find the right elevator, and press the button for your floor. All the way down to the bottom of the building. You shouldn’t expect more, you are new after all. When the doors are about to close, a lady stops them. She looks at you. You look back. She is pretty, dark hair, blue eyes.

– Miss YLN i presume?

– Yes. Am I at the wrong place?

– The boss want’s to see you! Follow me!

You look at your watch. The boss? Why? You’re not late. You follow her into another elevator, and she pushes the button for the top floor. You feel that the elevator takes forever. You look out the window. The lady doesn’t say anything. So you keep quiet.

You finally reach the top floor, and she gestures for you to exit the elevator. Then she leads you down a long hall. At the end of the hall she opens a door, and gestures for you to enter. You are beyond nervous, so you look down on the floor.

– Miss YLN. This is Mr. Rumlow. Your boss.

You look up. And there he stands. Hands on his hips, legs slightly parted. Full tactical gear. He looks at you.

– Brock!

You say it while taking a breath in.

The lady turns towards you. Inspecting you.

– What?

You compose yourself. Take another breath.

– Broke… I…I broke my… pen!

– Well, I’m sure Mr.Rumlow will give you a new one. Was that all?

She turns to Rumlow.

– Oh, I’ll give her a pen alright! Yes. Miss.Hill. That’ll be all for now!

He gives her a sharp nod, and then she turns and leave the office. Closes the door behind her.

You look at each other for a second, before he walks with calm steps towards you. He reaches you, but continue to walk forward, forcing you to step backwards. Your back hits the door. He reaches out, and locks it. Your eyes trails down his tactical gear. Knifes, Guns. Shit. Why does this turn you on? You swallow..

– So… Yo… You’re my… my… boss?

– Looks like it!

– Di… I mean, did you know… You… When we….

He smiles at you. His eyes trails down your body. You feel like you are on display.

– Yes! I knew!

Fuck…

– Turn around!

– Wh… What..

He gives you a smirk.

– You heard me! Turn around, and put your palms on the door!

Once again you look at his gear. Holsters on each thigh, both with a gun in them. The hilt of a knife in his left boot. He takes a step forward, looking down on you. His eyes commands you to do as you’re told. You slowly turn around, and place your palms on the door.

You curse at the way your body reacts to him ordering you around.

– Now, what can I do to that gorgeous body of yours?

He lets his hand slide up your spine. Up your neck and into your hair. He takes a hold of it, and gently drags your head back, so he can whisper to you.

– What do you think?

Fuck, how you want him. But you’re at work..

– We.. I… We’re at wo… work..

He bites your earlobe.

– Good girl… Know your place. At work, you’re my employee. At home…..

He let’s the sentence die out. Still breathing into your ear. You can’t take it anymore. He has to stop this, or else you won’t get any work done. You turn around. The surprise of your movement, forces him to let go of your hair.

– What?

You say angrily. His jaw tenses again. But only for a second. Then he smirks at you. Lets his tongue trail over his lips.

– At home you’re mine, only mine. And trust me when I say, you’ll do as you’re told.

You look at him. Irritated. Who does he think he is? Ordering you around like this. You’re a grown woman. You can hold your own. You step further into his office. Fold your arms over your chest.

– And if I don’t?

He smiles at you again. He is so calm, it scares you. He comes over to you again. And in one swift move, he yanks you around, and pushes you down on his desk, pins your arms behind your back, and leans over you.

– If you don’t I’m going to fuck you so hard on this desk, you won’t even remember what day of the week it is!

You don’t know why. But suddenly everything he says sounds like a challenge. And you want in on it.

– It’s Monday!

He lingers over you for a second, contemplating his next move. Then he takes a hold of your hair, yanking your head back, and pulls you up in a standing position.

– Oh, so we’re there? The little brat didn’t learn her lesson last time.

His grip on your hair tightens, so much so that you whimper.

– I…I…I’m sorry…

– Oh, no no.. Keep being the brat that you are. All day. And I’ll make sure you’ll get yours when we get home…

With that he lets go of the grip he has on you. And suddenly everything in his face goes back to normal. It’s like nothing happened between the two of you.

– Let me show you, your workplace!

When you wake up the next day, he is still there, beside you. He is cute when he is sleeping. You lie there and just look at him for a while. Think back on the night before. How he touched you. How his skin felt against yours. His lips on your skin. How your orgasms rushed trough your body.

– What are you looking at?

You jump. His eyes are still closed. How did he know you were looking at him? You compose yourself.

– Well, you are the only one here. So, you I guess.

He opens his eyes. Leans closer to you, and places a kiss on your forehead.

– Good morning! Sleep well?

– Like a baby, but I still need Coffee..

You get up, and walk over to your wardrobe. You can feel his eyes on you, and you can’t help but smile. You put on one of your big shirts. Nothing underneath. When you turn around, he is sitting up in your bed, smiling at you.

– So, do you want coffee?

He nods. Then he gets up. Not bothering to put on clothes, he just walks out of your bedroom. You follow.

– Are you not gonna get dressed?

He looks at you. You stop in your tracks. His gaze is hypnotizing.

– I didn’t know you needed clothes to drink coffee. Or do you have some kind of special blend, that you need clothes to drink?

You laugh, then you start to prepare two cups of coffee..

– It’s just hot, that’s all..

He comes over to you, puts his arms around your waist, and kisses your neck. You let out a soft moan, and lean your head back against his shoulder.

– Well, so are you. And it worked out great without clothes last night.

He turns you around, and grabs your bottom, with both hans, lifts you up.

– Legs around my waist!

You wrap your legs around his waist, as you’re told. His eyes darkens with hunger, and you can feel his erection growing between your legs. Your back hits the wall, and one of his fingers slides over your entrance. He smiles at you.

– So wet….

You lean your head back against the wall. And he places his lips on your neck, breathing heavily into your skin. The words he’s using. His husky voice, mixed with those hungry eyes, and his breath on your skin. Fuck.

– You want me inside you, don’t you?

– Yes, God, yes!

You don’t have to ask twice. With one hard thrust, his whole length is deep inside your core. Your legs squeezed around his waist, as he mercilessly fucks you, up against the wall. The excitement of it all. You’ve had surprise sex before of course, but nothing like this. He really cares about YOU. He wants YOU to feel good. And you do. So fucking good.

– Fuck. You’re so tight around me. So….tight….

He’s breathing heavily in your ear. You know that you are close. But you try to hold back. This feels so good you want it to continue forever.

– Come for me! Do it! Come on!

The sounds escaping you.. Your body pushed up against the wall. His deep, rough thrusts inside you. The orgasm is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It’s like the whole world around you dissapeares. You almost forget how to breathe. His pace is decreasing. And your breathing starts to slow down. He is still holding you up against the wall, you don’t dare put your feet down on the floor. You feel you will collapse.

– Can you stand?

– I… I don’t know…

You carefully untangle yourself from him. And put your feet down on the floor. You are still shaking. He holds you. You put one foot in front of the other.

– I’m fine.. My feet are still working.

– Good. Coffee time then?

You look at him. Put one hand on his stomach, you let it slide down his abs. God, how you’ve been aching to touch those. He looks down on your hand. Then he looks back up at you. You swallow. His eyes are penetrating. You compose yourself.

– We should get dressed.

– Yeah.. We probably should.

He goes to collect his clothes, and you slip into the bathroom. You don’t care to search for clothes, so you just slip onto your t-shirt and some sweatpants. Then you go back into your living room. He’s already on your couch, and hands you a cup of coffee. You sit down beside him.

– Do you always wear all black? Is it some kind of uniform?

He looks at you.

– You could call it that. I’m an agent. We could get called out anytime. So it’s easier to have this in reach at any given time.

– You work for the FBI or something?

He takes a sip of his coffee.

– Or something!

You get that he doesn’t want to talk about work. Or maybe he can’t. So you just let it go. You sit in silence for a while before he gets up.

– I have to leave. I have some stuff I need to do at the office. But, I’ll see you again?

You don’t know if it’s a question or a promise, so you just nod at him. You follow him to the door, and he hugs you goodbye. When he hugs you, he whispers in your ear.

– Don’t forget that you’re mine now!

You take a deep breath. Then he breaks the hug, and leaves. You keep looking after him, as he dissapeares down the stairs. *You’re his? What have you gotten yourself into?*

You hit the shower. When you think about last night, and this morning your belly clenches. Fuck. He was so good. And the things he did. You want him to do it again, and again, and again, forever.