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Your eyes followed the broad shoulders of your boyfriend, Steve, as he leaned forward onto the table, resting his weight on his forearms. The fabric of his shirt stretched to its limits over the muscles beneath, and the black tie around his neck dangled forward as the tension in the room increased. Sitting up straighter in your seat, you tried to keep your thoughts tame by ignoring the growing dampness between your thighs.
However, this was easier said than done as you shifted once more in your seat, leaning back against the leather material and observing the scenario surrounding you. The Rogers gang had much anticipated this day as they all sat around the vast oak wood table; nine other seats were taken from your team. The guests occupied the remaining three; one was a man introduced to you as Rumlow, and the other two remained nameless, but they weren't the issue. At first, it almost went unnoticed by you that the man sitting opposite was watching you for longer than expected, but every time you looked in his direction, he would already be staring at you. His piercing gaze was unnerving, causing you to shift in the seat and drop your shoulders, wishing you could cover up as sour bile coated the back of your mouth. Every time you would catch Rumlow staring, you'd quickly look towards Steve, silently begging for this meeting to hurry up and finish. However, from its direction, the conversation about the shipment of guns continued.
Glancing once more towards your boyfriend at the head of your table, you continued to hope to make eye contact with him, finding comfort in the soft blue eyes, but it seemed like he was looking everywhere but in your direction.
"I need you to confirm we will have 50% profit from this if we go ahead, and I'm not having some bullshit knockoffs under my name", Steve demanded, looking in the direction of the three strangers across from you. Initially, you'd been thrilled to be invited to such an important meeting, and Steve had made it clear that he wanted you to be more involved with the gang, especially having grown up in this world. However, you could have been more dominant or assertive, which you knew you needed to be in this business, but Steve was happy for you just to attend and watch. With those beady, unwelcoming eyes from across the table flicking up and down your body, you regretted ever saying yes.
Still attempting to cover yourself, you crossed your arms across your chest, making yourself seem as small as possible whilst also looking at Steve's second in command, Bucky, who surprisingly caught your eye. He immediately frowned at your posture and expression, tilting his head slightly and squinting at you, asking a silent question. Not wanting him to react, you smiled softly at him before looking away, checking if Rumlow was still looking at you, but to your dismay, his eyes were still trained on you, so you quickly glanced away, feeling uneasy.
Hearing the sound of shuffling fabrics, you spotted Bucky sitting at the edge of his leather chair, rolling his muscular shoulders back and looking sharply towards his boss, who hadn't noticed the sudden demeanour change in his friend. Feeling anxiety start to boil in your stomach, you tried to stay as still as you could, hoping and begging that Bucky didn't do anything and wishing for this meeting to have its conclusion.
Luck wasn't on your side, however; as the meeting continued for another few minutes, your eyes stayed trained on your boyfriend as he continued to talk about the logistics of the deal, trying to ignore the staring from the man across the table. Steve nodded whilst another one of the men explained the shipment process when he was suddenly cut off by Steve raising his hand for him to stop.
All eyes were on him as he sat back into his chair, resting his hand on his lips like he was contemplating what to do.
"I'm a man with a lot of patience; you have to be in a job like this", he began, not looking at anyone in particular. "I've been beaten, shot, stabbed, kicked to the curb by anyone and everyone to make it to where I am today, but never have I been disrespected quite like this, to my face." Your nerves were swirling through you with full force, and your hands started to tremble at your sides.
Steve then suddenly stood, his chair scraping against the floor as it moved. Everyone watched closely as he began to walk down the table, stopping only once he held your chair, pulling it back and spinning it until you were looking up at him. You gasped and held onto the edge of the chair with the sudden movement, mouth gaping open as the Mafia boss leaned down with both arms on either side of your chair, his stunning blue eyes now level with yours. The orbs flicked across your face, almost like he was searching for something important, before turning his head to the left, looking directly towards the man who hadn't stopped looking at you.
Steve's voice was low as he asked, "Do you like what you see, Rumlow? Do you think she's pretty? Maybe it's her dress that you can't keep her eyes off? Or maybe you get off one seeing her cower. Do you like making women uncomfortable? I'm just not quite sure what gave you the RIGHT to disrespect me and look at what's mine ." Your eyes were wide and unblinking as you stared up at Steve, his muscles strained beneath his shirt as he became increasingly more aggravated whilst staring at Rumlow, who was now looking at a spot on the table. You'd even begun to shake slightly with nerves and adrenaline as the veins in Steve's neck began to bulge, but you also could not deny that seeing him so protective was causing in between your legs to slicken. He looked so big and robust leaning over you, and you couldn't help the intrusive thoughts of dropping to your knees, but you'd never, not when he was this worked up.
The blond man's nose flared as he turned back to look at you, checking visually head to toe before leaning forward and kissing you softly on the temple. Steve stepped back, standing to his full towering height and holding out a hand for you, which you accepted immediately, your much smaller hand sliding into his rough palm, the size of his dwarfed yours. He helped you to stand and walked back to his seat at the head of the table. Steve sat first, adjusting until he was comfortable and then tapping his fingers against his knee, which you gladly sat on, happy to have the invitation and be close to him.
Steve eased both of your legs so that they lay over one of his thighs and wrapped his arms behind your back, moving closer to kiss you just under your jaw, sending a slight shiver through you. "Are you ok?" he whispered so only you could hear, his arms warming you instantly. You moved your arms around his neck, turned towards him and nodded, finally feeling safe. Steve kissed your jaw again and continued to whisper, "Remember your safe word, my love." You were thrilled at his words, wondering what he had planned.
Moving his face back towards the table, your boyfriend stared back at the men before him. His gaze zoned in on Rumlow, who still hadn't lifted his eyes from the spot on the table. "I'm usually quite good with giving second chances or hearing someone out, so speak up, Rumlow. I haven't got all day." A second passed before Steve shouted, his body shaking with his words, "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" You could feel the angry heat seeping from your boyfriend's shirt as he stared daggers at the man who jumped so high he nearly fell out of his seat.
Rumlow's eyes now flicked to you both at the top of the table, and you impulsively moved closer to your boyfriend, hiding your face in his neck, breathing in his calming aftershave. You heard him respond, "She's hot. Can you blame me?" Steve didn't react at first, but you heard Bucky and the rest of your gang becoming restless around you. It was one of the greatest privileges of being Steve's girlfriend; not only would he protect you with his life, but every other gang member would happily do the same for you, having become very protective over you.
"You knew she was mine, yet you still thought you could stare at her like that." Rumlow merely shrugged in response.
Steve didn't say another word; he didn't need to. All he had to do was look at Bucky and nod. The gang instantly moved into motion; whilst one moved to lock the door, the rest roughly grabbed the three men, handcuffed each of them with a few punches into submission and moved the table up against the wall. The three men were then forced to be on their knees before you both, two of them bleeding from their faces from the punches that were delivered to them as the rest of the gang held them in place; Bucky stood beside Steve's chair.
"You scared her, which means you disrespected her and, therefore, all of us. You three will stay there and watch on your knees as I pleasure my girl, and every time she cums, Bucky here is going to eliminate you one by one." Your breaths came in quick, sharp intakes.
You'd never seen him so angry and yet so calm as he promised to murder the three men in front of you. Any rational person should be running and hiding from him, but his extreme methods were something you grew to find a thrill in. Steve loved to show you off, whether it was in the middle of the club or the office with Bucky sitting before you both; he always got the biggest high from others, watching you cum over and over with his hands. Your thighs continue to rub together to relieve any bit of tension that had been building since being in his lap.
Steve moved his hand from your midsection to grasp your neck lightly, making you look him in the eye. You knew he was waiting for you to say your safeword, but instead, all you whispered was "please", and that's all he needed to crash his lips onto yours. Devouring them, his tongue quickly entered your mouth as it twisted and turned with your own. He pulled back and nipped your bottom lip with his teeth, making you moan deeply at the sensation. His hand around your neck squeezed lightly and then pushed your face to the side so he could attack your neck with harsh kisses and bites, each one making you moan more, biting your lip to hold back the noise. Steve moved back to your mouth and pulled your lip between teeth.
"Don't hold back with your noises; let them hear you. Let everyone in this god-damn city hear you." Slowly, his hand drifted lower, over the peaks of your breasts, over your abdomen and finally rested on your thighs, where he trailed a light touch on the outside of them. Goosebumps littered your body, and you unclenched your thighs on instinct, giving his hand room.
He smiled against your lips. "Such a good girl, so ready for me, aren't you." You nodded your head, making desperate noises as his large hand drifted towards your soaking wet centre. As soon as his fingers touched the silk of your panties, he moaned deeply and started to apply pressure in a circular motion where your clit was. Still holding onto his neck, your head fell backwards, eyes closing at finally being touched there. "You're so wet, fuck." His fingers continued for a moment before stopping entirely and pulling away. You opened your eyes and whined at the loss of contact.
"Stand up and take off your panties." You stood with your back towards the three men still in the centre of the room, watching in confusion at the scene before them. Lifting your dress, you held eye contact with Steve as you pulled the black material down your legs and passed them to him. He had them in his fingers briefly before handing them to Bucky. "Give them to Rumlow; let him feel how her body reacts to me." You blushed as you watched Bucky take the panties and, move behind you and put them into one of his handcuffed hands of Rumlow.
Steve held his hand for you again, his eyes not leaving yours. You stepped towards him, and his hands fell onto your hips. "Shall we show them what a pretty little thing you are?" Before you had time to respond, he turned you to face the three men and pulled you down onto his lap, his thick things on either side of you as you sat directly over his raging cock, trapped in his slacks. Your impulse response was to moan and start rolling your bare centre onto him, but it seemed he had other ideas. He relaxed back into the chair, slumping slightly. Each of his strong hands gripped one of your thighs and picked them up, draping them over separate thighs, so you were now spread open wide to all those in the room. You couldn't help the gasp that left your throat as everyone now looked at your glistening cunt, the cold air making you pant as you needed something, anything, to get you off. "Do you see this boys? See her beautiful cunt, and it's all mine ." His left hand lifted from one of your thighs to grip your neck slightly, pulling you flush against his front; you could feel his member straining in his slacks against your ass.
His right hand drifted up to one of your hard nipples, twisting and pulling it. You groaned loudly and arched up into his warm hand. He roughly grabbed your breast and then repeated the action on the other. Your moans were the only sounds coming from the office as all nine men watched you crumbling slowly in your boyfriend's arms. "Please..." you whispered between moans. "I need you, sir, please."
You felt your boyfriend kiss your forehead again and smile at your begging. "Such a good girl", he said as his hand finally returned to your bundle of nerves. This time, he applied more pressure as his fingertips moved in slow circles, making you whimper into the air at finally being touched. The curling sensation low in your body started to build as you felt your breathing speed up. Without any warning, Steve plunged two fingers deep inside of you, his thumb still circling your clit as he started to pound his fingers into you at a ruthless pace, your wetness giving plenty of lube for his large fingers.
"Don't stop, please don't stop, I'm gonna cum, please can I cum, sir?" You hurriedly asked in a panic as the curling sensation felt like it would overwhelm you. When you heard his whisper, "cum for me, baby", you clenched hard around his fingers, gripping the hand around your throat as hard as you could as you screamed his name as pleasure ran through your body, making your toes curl. You could have stayed in that position forever, but the sound of a man grunting and a splash brought you back to reality. Opening your eyes, you watched as the man to the left hunched forward, a red puddle forming around him as Bucky wiped the knife in his hand on his leg. You didn't have time to respond as you felt Steve pull his fingers out of you and move them to your lips. You gladly took them into your mouth, moaning as Steve whispered how you were such a good girl in your ear.
Steve moved his arms around your abdomen, lifted you in the air, and then turned, placing you into his chair as he knelt before you. His usual bright blue eyes were now dark, the pupils huge as he stared at you, gripping your hips and pulling you to the edge of the chair. His eyes never left yours as he moved his head forward until you felt his breath on your cunt.
He growled the word "mine" before latching on to your clit. Sucking harshly and then smoothing it down with his tongue, the pleasure just running through you as he took his sweet time building your orgasm up, edging you on and on. Your hands reached forward and gripped his blonde hair, nails scratching against his scalp as you held him against you. Steve's hands wandered over your body, your dress bunched at your waist. He started to play with your nipples as his tongue moved down to your entrance, entering it and trying to reach every nook and crevice that he could. The mewling noises only spurred him on as you opened your eyes to look at him, trying not to look at the men over his shoulder, one now dead before us. Sensing your distraction, Steve moved back to your clit whilst one hand back to your entrance, slowly inserting the same two fingers as before. You automatically clenched around him and started to rock your hips as he moved in and out of you with his fingers and sucked hard on your bundle of nerves.
"Steve", you moaned loudly as you felt your second orgasm starting to take over and then erupt through you when he began to curl his finger up into that magical spot you had within. He didn't stop as you screamed his name in pleasure, liquid dripping down his chin and forearm as you squirted with your orgasm. As he slowed down, you could hardly hear the sound of the second man being killed over the sound of your heavy breathing. Steve removed his fingers and kissed the inside of your thighs and then licked his fingers clean whilst moaning.
"You think you can do this for me again, baby?" You nodded, sitting up and grabbing onto his belt to free his cock as he stood before you. Finally releasing him, you saw the precum dripping from his tip, and you didn't waste any time taking it into your mouth and moaning. Gripping the base, you swirl your tongue around the head, loving the grunts coming from his mouth as he places a soft hand on the back of your head. Inching forward, you started to take more and more of his cock into your mouth; you'd never been able to fit the whole thing in, so you used your hand to toss the base as you moved back and forth with your mouth. He didn't let you carry on for long, though, because he was soon pulling your hair to pull you off; you whined as you looked up at him.
"I want to, please", you groaned to him, but he only moved forward to kiss your lips.
"Not today; I need to fill you up; I need them to see how you were made for me to be inside of you, how well we fit together." He gripped your hips once more, swapping you around so he was now sitting with you straddling his thighs. You really had to stretch to reach over them as his cock bobbed on his abdomen. Reaching down, you moved your hand up and down a few times and, with some help from Steve, lifted and started to lower yourself on his thick, raging cock. You hissed in pleasure as, inch by inch, you lowered down, feeling your tight walls stretching until you were finally sat with your bare cheeks on his thighs.
After a few seconds, you started to lift slightly before coming back down, rocking yourself gently on him as he let you set the pace, hands hovering over your hips, his mouth slightly open as he just silently watched you, fucking yourself on him. Your hands were gripped onto his tie as your eyes closed, head tipped back, moaning his name over and over.
"You see that, Rumlow, the way she's mine, how only I can make her feel this good whilst calling only MY name. No one looks at her like the way you did, and no one upsets my girl." And with that, he moved closer to kiss you hungrily, starting to snap his hips up to meet yours, his muscular arms wrapping around your back. You moved your hands up to hold his face, staring into his eyes as he started fucking you hard, the sounds of your bodies slapping together ringing in your ears as you felt your orgasm already beginning to build within you.
"I don't know how much longer I can last sir". You mumbled between moans.
"Hold on, baby, I'm nearly there. Fuck just a little bit longer." Your whole body was on fire with pleasure as you tried to hold back from cumming. You started clawing at his back as he rested his head against your shoulder, relentlessly fucking up into you. "That's it, cum for me, that's my girl." You screamed his name as loud as you could, him doing the same, as your orgasm ran through you hard, you clenched around his cock, feeling his seed filling you up and spilling out of you, and you grasped onto him as your life depended on it. As you came down from your high, Steve kissed you all over your face, making you giggle. You relaxed into him, leaning your head against his shoulder as he stood, his half-limp cock still inside of you as he walked towards the door to leave, the sound of it unlocking filling your ears. As he left to take care of you, you briefly looked over his shoulders to see the three men lifeless on the floor, and a small smile found on your face.