The ringing bell above the door pulls you out of your daydream. Your vision snaps to the man shaking his head to get some of the rain out of his shaggy brown hair. Your lips twist as you try to hide the smile, he looks like a grumpy wet puppy. He grumbles as he beats the arms of his leather jacket to get more droplets off, before finally looking up at you.
You temper your smile and welcome him politely. He comes in a couple times a week, orders the same coffee and some sort of sweet pastry. Always sits at the corner table, closest to the counter, but never makes conversation, no matter how hard you try.
“Which pastry will it be? We have an apple cinnamon or a lemon with powdered sugar…” you slide open the back of the display as you list off the selection.
“What’s your favorite?” He asks, his striking blue eyes fixed on your face as you bite your lip in thought.
“Well, I mean, I’m not exactly picky when it comes to sweets. But I admit I feel like this might be my best lemon batch yet” you smile proudly.
“Lemon it is” he asserts flatly, sliding the money across the counter.
“Excellent choice!” You smile brightly.
You ring up the order and give him back his change, which he instantly dumps into the tip jar and shuffles over to his table. The bell sounds again and you call out your usual greeting once more without looking up from wiping down the counter.
“Fancy meeting you here” the familiar voice brings an instant grin to your face.
“Hey!” You squeak excitedly at the man in front of you, your eyes taking in his neat blue scrubs.
“Just took a short break because pictures just don’t do you justice, and I was missing that smile” he flirts.
“Nick! Oh my gosh you are so cheesy” you laugh and roll your eyes playfully.
“I thought you loved cheese, pretty sure cheese was the main topic of conversation on our first date” he smirks as you try to hide your embarrassment.
You can’t help but glance over at the mysterious man in the corner as your new boyfriend flirts so openly. Public displays of affection are not your style, but it is hard to put a man down when he comes all this way to flatter you.
“Well I’ll have to come up with some better topics for our fifth date tonight then” you simper, and bite your lip.
“Oh I’m sure we can come up with several ways to entertain ourselves” he winks suggestively, leaning over to place a short kiss to your lips.
You giggle and shake your head at his antics. It has been going really well, he is a young doctor with a great apartment and no red flags on social media. The first four dates were amazing, he always takes you somewhere different and makes sure to listen to everything you say.
A part of you thinks he is too good to be true, but you don’t want to jinx it. Tonight will be your fifth date, and although you have been trying to pace yourself physically, your hormones are likely to win out.
You send him on his way with a large black coffee, on the house, letting your eyes linger on his ass when he ducks under his umbrella and closes the door behind him. You are definitely getting some tonight.
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Nick picks you up for a fancy dinner and the latest theater production you’ve been dying to see. You love the theater, but you never get the chance to go as often as you like. You wear a beautiful flirty cocktail dress, classy enough to wear to dinner with enough skin to make him long for the end of the date.
Your strappy heels clack against the stone sidewalk as you dance around the larger puddles and cling to your dates toned arm. He laughs at you and wonders how you would have managed if the rain hadn’t stopped before your date.
“I guess you would have had to keep me close under that big umbrella of yours” you wink.
“Oh I don’t plan on letting you get too far from me quite yet,” he pulls you in to his arms and brushes his nose lightly against yours before diving in for a sensual kiss.
You melt into his embrace as the kiss deepens and his fingers tickle the back of your arms. His hands smooth over your back, occasionally pushing you against him so your tits press firmly to his chest, drawing out quiet moans from you.
The scent of his cologne fills your nose, it reminds you of ginger with its spicy but sweet undertones. The lingering flavor of his mint chocolate ice cream you had begged him to stop and get after the show, makes your mouth water as he slips his tongue into your mouth delicately. His grip tightens as he tastes you. You can feel the heat and sexual tension building until you are ready to jump him right here on the street against this old brick building.
“Do you want to come up?” You breath out as you break the kiss, your arms still wrapped around his waist.
“I thought you’d never ask” he chuckles lightly.
You close your eyes as he leans in again but his lips never reach yours.
The next few moments are a whirl. You hear a muffled pop and you feel his grip loosen instantly as he crumbles to the ground. You bring your hand up as you recognize a misting of moisture on your face. You dab it tentatively as you look down in shock at his lifeless form. You see red on your hands and after a few stunned seconds you realize he’s been shot, the blood pooling from his head and onto the ground of the dark alley.
Your eyes are wide and you are too shocked to react properly. You shuffle away from the body in terror and before you can let out a proper scream a cold firm grip captures the lower half of your face and pushes you against the wall.
You shriek into the palm as your eyes shift to the dark figure in front of you. His features are shrouded by the darkness but you notice the longer dark hair and the leather jacket. You grab his wrist and try to push him off of you but his grip is too strong. In a flood of adrenaline you bring up your knee and hit him as hard as you can in the balls.
His hand falls from your face as he doubles over with a pained grunt, clutching his groin. You don’t hesitate as you rush away from him, only recognizing too late that you are running further down the dark alley instead of onto the street which would have been a wiser choice.
You manage to put some distance between yourself and the stranger until your right heel gets stuck in a hole. You pull hard on the shoe but in your panic you just break the straps and slip out of them to keep running.
“Help! Somebody please!” You yell, scrambling past trash cans, looking for any open door or signs of life.
Your heart drops when you round the corner and find it dead ends at locked gate. You slam into the bars and shake them uselessly. They don’t budge, just rattle, mocking the entrapment of your own making.
“Fuck” you pant out as you look over your shoulder.
You hear him before you see him. The steady footsteps crunching along the dirty alley, a random soft splash as his heavy boot meets a puddle. You shakes furiously, your breathing uneven as you turn and press your back against the cool metal gate, waiting.
Out of the shadows, he emerges and the first thing you see is the muzzle of the gun pointed square between your eyes. The barrel hardly moves even as he walks, his hand as steady as a rock.
“Now doll, why’d you have to go do something stupid like that” he chided, tilting his head at you.
You whimper at the dangerous tone in his voice. But as he steps closer and lowers the gun, you recognize the shaggy hair and the chiseled jaw.
“Wait I know you. You’re Mr… Mr Barnes!” You exclaim shakily as you recall the name on his credit card.
“Bucky. You will call me Bucky for now” he corrects you calmly.
You recoil again as he takes another step forward, your brows furrowing in confusion.
“Why? Why are you doing this?” You let out a sob as you slide down the bars slowly.
“He was Hydra. He was only using you to get to me. I thought you’d be smart enough to see through his game, but then you had to go and invite him up” he tuts disapprovingly, sliding the pistol back into the holster.
“No. I don’t even know you. He was nice. And you just fucking shot him!” You argue, your mind spinning at his explanation.
“Get up, you’re coming with me” he demands, ignoring your outburst.
“No,” you shake your head vehemently.
“Don’t make me get out the gun again, you’ve already made enough of a mess tonight” he scolds.
Another sob breaks out of your throat at his threat as you cower on the ground in front of him. Even if you want to obey his orders, your body is completely wrecked from the stress of the past five minutes. All you can do is squat there barefoot in the muddied filth and shake uncontrollably.
With a growl he bends down and takes your arm, pulling you to your feet as you squeak in surprise.
“Come on. This is no place for a lady” he lectures as he pulls you back down the long dark alley.
You feel your muscles stiffen, and your breath picks up with every step closer to the opening of the alley where you know you are going to have to see Nicks body once more. Bucky’s grip doesn’t falter as your feet drag in your hesitation when you see the familiar glow of the yellow street light beyond.
“That’s it, nice and easy. Be a good girl and I won’t have to hurt you” he warns.
You lock your lips together tightly and close your eyes as he leads you out of the shadows and past your dead date. You expect him to pull you around the corner and up the stairs of your building. Instead he drags you to the building directly across the way, punching in a code to a solid steel door.
“Where are you taking me?” You inquire meekly.
He says nothing. He pushes you through the door and ushers you up the narrow stair case. He follows closely behind you for four flights before stopping you with a cold metal grip around your wrist. The air of the building is musty and smells faintly of sawdust, as though its currently under construction.
The battered wood door creaks open and he drags you through, ignoring your struggles as you both enter the blackened apartment.
You can’t see anything except the dull city lights trying to trickle in through the cracks of the boarded windows. He slams the door behind you and you hear several locks click in succession. He pushes you further into the room as you put your hands out to try to keep from running into anything. You feel nothing but your toe comes into contact with something solid but soft enough not to hurt.
You gasp and pause and you hear him shuffle around you in the darkness.
“What’s going on? Please. I can’t see” you break the silence.
A second you are blinded by a construction work light that’s aimed directly at you. You squint and look around the dusty room. Half demolished walls and thick plastic draping are all that remain of what was once a very large living room. The floor is stripped and dirty with several nails and loose screws scattered about. The only signs of life are a cheap wooden chair by the window and a stained mattress at your feet.
“Mr Ba – I mean, Bucky” you say nervously, watching him as he circles around the room.
“This isn’t how I wanted it to be, doll. I’m sorry you had to see that” he mutters as he paces near the windows.
“Look I won’t tell anyone. Just let me go and I can say he just never showed up for the date, ok?” You placate with a trembling voice.
You look around for any weapon or an alternate escape route, the door you came in would be impossible with those locks. You spy a single I boarded window in the adjacent room, but it would be hard to reach before he got to you.
“I couldn’t have them coming after you. He would have hurt you if I hadn’t done it. Don’t you see I was trying to protect you!” He rants, his voice getting louder and more unhinged.
“Why would anyone want me? That makes no sense” you say softly, trying to calm him down.
He stops his pacing at your words. Turning slowly to face you, his face is soft and a sympathetic smile grows on his face.
“Oh sweetheart, how could they not? Look at you. You practically glow” he professes amorously.
“I remember the first time I saw you,” he takes a step toward you. “You were so beautiful, you reminded me of an old dame I used to be dizzy for.”
Your heart rate starts to climb and you take a step back as he chuckles fondly at some distant memory.
“I always regretted never making a move all those years ago” his eyes flash and his smile fades, “I won’t make that mistake again.”
“Now hang on,” you put your hands out to keep him away, “I barely know you.”
“But I know you,” he takes a few steps closer, “I’ve watched you.”
Your eyes flit to the chair facing the window, there are slats between the boards large enough to see out. To your horror you see a pair of binoculars resting beside it.
“You… you’ve been spying on me” you sputter, stumbling back away from him.
You fall with a cry as your bare sole meets the sharp point of a small rusty screw. Bucky rushes forward, his face twists in concern and you bat him away from you in fear.
“Stay away from me!” You screech.
He grunts as you slap at him and he grabs both hands in his metal hand while his flesh hand seeks out your injured foot. Your breaths are heavy as you still and watch as he lifts your foot, leaving you slightly exposed in your awkward position. You try to press your thighs together unconsciously and the movement draws his attention.
His rough fingers slowly brush over your ankle and trace up your calf, gliding higher and higher. He looks entranced as he feels your smooth skin. You pull against his iron grip and scoot backwards to escape his fondling.
“Don’t!” You plea as you kick at him.
He releases your wrists so he could grab your thighs and pin them to the floor. You scream at the sudden shift in his demeanor. His eyes are dark and the edge of his lip draws up in a sneer as you try to push him away.
“I know how you hoped tonight would end,” he purrs, “let me be that for you.”
His hands slide up, his thumbs tickling the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, dangerously close to your panties. Your hands clasp over your v before he gets there, trying desperately to block his progress.
“No,” you yell in his face, “Get off of me!”
You try to close your legs but he is already settled between them, using his muscular thighs to keep you open for him. With your arms straight down your body, protecting your cunt, your tits are pushed together and he takes notice quickly.
Without a second of hesitation he reaches up to the sweetheart collar of your dress and grips it with both hands. You gasp at the loud tear of the fabric as it falls apart like tissue paper in his hold. Instinctually your hands fly up to cover your breast as you shake your head and plea for him to stop. Tears flowing freely as the helplessness starts to sink in.
“Let me see you,” he growls down at you, capturing your hands and pinning them to the floor by your hips.
He leans down and licks slowly up your chest, from your sternum to just under your jaw. He catches a tear and hums in delight, making you sob harder. You cringe and let out a disgusted groan when he continues to lick and suck at your neck.
“Please,” you beg, pulling frantically against his hold as he moves down to bite your nipples through your thin bra.
“Yes. Ugh, you beg so sweetly. Even better than I imagined,” he groans into your skin, brushing his bulge against your center.
He hikes up his knees so that your legs are forced to fold against your chest, as he uses his knees to temporarily pins your hands to the ground. His freed hands smooth over your thighs before undoing his belt buckle with a muffled clink.
He bends the belt in half and snaps it at you, making you flinch and quiver in fear. You can do nothing but chant the word ‘no’ over and over at different levels of desperation as he binds your wrist tightly with the belt and proceeds to drag you over to the thin bed a few feet away.
Your head bounces and settles into the odorous fabric when he throws you down onto your stomach. Your bound arms are pinned under your torso so you try to roll to have some leverage but a cold hand slaps your ass and keeps you pinned painfully. His other hand makes quick work of his pants as he shoves them down and kneels on the edge of the mattress behind you.
“God,” he groans, running his rough warm hand over each cheek giving both an appreciative squeeze.
You tremble at every touch, and this only seems to arouse him more. His patience seems to disappear like a flip of a switch as he tears away your panties and thrusts into you without warning.
His loud groans bounce around the room along with your smothered agony. His hands settle on your hips as he pulls your ass up with your knees under you so that he can lean back and bounce you against him, hitting you as deep as possible from the start. The pain is excruciating as he violently beats against your cervix and stretches you repeatedly. You scream into the mattress and kick your feet. You try to swivel your hips to get away from you but he is stronger and keeps a steady pace.
“So close, doll. Just a little more – ugh,” he releases into with a strangled growl, his firm grip bruising your hips.
At least it is over quick, you think, as he pushes you forward so you are laying back on your stomach.
“Don’t worry, round two will be all about you, doll. I just had to get my seed in you. No more regrets, right?” He coos and settles on his side next to you, tracing his fingers up and down your back and over the curve of your ass.
“I’m gonna take good care of you from now on,” he sighs nuzzling the back of your head and neck as your misery seeps into the mattress.