“I’m going for a walk.”
Sam, Zemo, and I all turned to look at Bucky.
“Are you sure?” Sam asked, always the caring boyfriend.
I saw the way Bucky was looking. There was something else going on that he didn’t want to talk about. Not waiting for anyone else to interject, I responded, “Of course, Buck. Just be safe.”
“Sure.” He turned with a grunt and walked back the way we came, with his head down and hands in his pocket.
Sam didn’t look sold, but he bought it anyway. Out of all of us, he was the most aware of Bucky’s moods and saw just how standoff-ish he was being. Madripoor had been a lot for all of us, but Bucky was reliving something he was hoping to never think about..
Zemo broke the silence. “Follow me. I am sure James will find his way back to us when he finishes sightseeing.”
We all turned and started walking up to the steps Zemo was initially leading us to.
“So what are we getting ourselves into, Zemo?” Sam questioned, trying to take his mind off Bucky’s absence.
“It is just a safe house,” Zemo said, “it is quite modest for my taste, but it should do for now until we determine our next move.”
With that, Zemo opened the doors to the apartment and ushered us in, shutting the door behind us. Once inside, Sam and I remembered just how rich our host was. There was tile everywhere, along with expensive and ornate decorations. I turned to look at Zemo, who smirked at the amazed expression on my face.
“Modest?” I said, “Zemo, this place is bigger than my apartment and probably costs more than my yearly salary.”
He brushed the comment aside; instead, he walked toward the kitchen and asked, “Would either of you care for some cherry blossom tea?”
Sam looked like he wanted to say something about the Baron’s living situation, but he left it alone. “Nah, I think I might take a rest. Wait for Buck to get back before we determine what to do next.”
“Of course. Please, feel free to pick out one of the guest rooms upstairs. Everything should already be ready, seeing that nobody has been here in quite some time.” A far-off look took over Zemo’s eyes, but his usual mischievous glimmer quickly replaced it. “I’m sure James will seek you out when he returns.”
Sam ignored Zemo’s jab and turned to me instead. “You okay to be alone with him?”
“You know it, Sam. Besides, you’re only a few rooms away, and Bucky won’t be gone long.” I gave Sam a reassuring smile that seemed to ease his worries a bit more.
He gave Zemo one more pointed glare before he let his shoulders slump and headed for the hallway Zemo had gestured to earlier, in search of a few hours of needed rest. As soon as Sam left my line of sight, I felt a hand wrap around my waist.
“Come, mein Liebling, have some tea with me.” Zemo’s voice was barely above a whisper, and I felt his closeness to the side of my face. He pulled me by my waist to the kitchen and sat me in a stool.
I giggled, “hmm, what’s got you so handsy, Baron?” I smirked, noticing the darkening in his eyes the mention of his title. He seemed to be studying me, trying to figure out what step I would be making. Trying to stay one step ahead, he quickly returned my smirk with one of his own.
“You are mein Schatz. Am I not allowed to hold and worship the one I love most?”
I quickly brought my hands to my face, trying to cover the blush I felt creeping over my cheeks. There was no denying the effect Zemo’s words were having on me, and I shifted in the stool. Zemo noticed my squirming and brought his hands up to mine, gently pulling my hands away from my redding cheeks.
“Do not hide from me, mein Liebling. Let me see your beauty.”
“Helmut…” I breathed out, staring into his intense gaze. He smiled a genuinely happy and content smile and placed his hand on my cheek.
“Come with me, I want to show you around, and then we can have that tea I promised you.”
Before I could get a word in, he gently took my hand in his and wrapped the other around my waist, leading me down the hallway Sam had entered earlier.
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Zemo showed me around to the various guest rooms, library, study, and various other rooms that were all elaborately decorated from floor to ceiling.
“Lastly is the master suite.” Zemo pushed open the double-doors, revealing a large king-sized bed covered in deep purple silk sheets and covered in large, fluffy pillows.
“Helmut, this is gorgeous.”
He grinned again, the smile reaching his eyes, “Well, that’s not everything, Schatz.” He quickly opened the thick wooden doors revealing a large master bath.
Inside was a giant tub filled with steaming water, essential oils, and rose petals. Candles covered the entire room casting shadows over the walls. I turned to look at Zemo, who had a slight blush over his face.
“When I learned that we were coming to Riga, I had Oeznik prepare a bath for you. I knew Madripoor had been rough for you and wanted to make sure you received the proper time to relax. If it’s too much, I could-“
“Helmut,” I interrupted, “ it’s perfect. This is probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
I turned to look back at the luxurious bath waiting for me. Soft piano music started to play from a record to my right as I walked farther into the bathroom. I felt strong arms grab my shoulders, and Zemo began to place kisses along my neck, trailing up from my shoulder to the back of my ear.
“Please, mein Schatz, let me worship you.”
A soft moan left my mouth as the Baron continued to attack my neck, moving his hand to grab at my breasts. He quickly started tugging at the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. He unfastened my bra, tossing it to the side, followed by my jeans and panties.
“Mein Gott, you’re stunning.”
I moaned as he spun me around and stared at my face. Taken aback by the raw emotions, I quickly turned my head. He placed his leather gloved fingers under my chin and guided my face to look at him.
“What did I tell you earlier, Schatz? That face is too beautiful to hide.”
He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to mine. It was slow and filled with love, like he was trying to express everything he felt within that one moment. I returned the kiss with just as much passion, allowing his tongue to enter my mouth. He pulled away, breathing heavily and placing his forehead against mine.
“Mein Liebling, let’s get you in the bath before the water runs cold.”
I hummed in response, allowing him to lead me to the side of the tub. Zemo picked me up bridal style and placed me carefully within the water. I let out a moan as soon as my body hit the warm tub. Zemo just chuckled and grabbed a sponge off the counter.
“Rose or jasmine?” He pointed to a shelf filled with bottles holding various oils, soaps, and salts.
“Hmmm, it’s up to you, love,” I commented while closing my eyes, submerging under the water’s surface.
Without responding, the Baron walked to the shelf, picked up a few expensive-looking vials and bottles, and returned to the side of the tub.
I gave him a puzzled look when he settled next to me, still fully clothed, “not going to join me, Baron?”
“Ah, in due time, but for now, this is about you. Would you like me to take anything off before I begin?” He smiled again, looking at me for instructions.
“I think the jacket and gloves,” I thought before adding, ”and the shirt too. I’d hate to see you ruin it with soapy water.”
“As you wish.”
With that, he pulled the clothing off and stood up to place them on the counter. When he turned around, I was met with his slightly toned, pale chest. After years in prison, he was still so beautiful; his body covered in scars of varying sizes, showing just how rough his past had been.
“Like what you see?”
“You know I do, Baron. Always so handsome.”
He smiled as he bent back down by the tub. Grabbing a sponge and one of the soaps, he leaned forward and rubbed the sponge against my shoulders, creating a thick lather. There was no talking, just Zemo humming to the soft music and my occasional moans and gasp as he worked his way over my body.
He reached for my arms pulling one out at a time and working the lather carefully down until he reached my knuckles. He then took my hand, brought it up for a kiss, and then gently set it back in the water. He repeated the same attentive method on my other arm and both legs. He then came back up to the top of the tub and sat in a chair directly behind me.
Getting what he was hinting at, I sat up and let my head stick out of the side of the tub. Zemo hummed his approval and picked up another bottle. He messaged the shampoo into my hair, rubbing out the stress from the last few days. I moaned louder than I had previously, and he sucked in a breath.
“Mein Gott, you are going to be the death of me,” he teased as he started to rinse my hair with a pitcher of freshwater. He then put in some conditioner and rinsed it out the same way as the shampoo. After he finished, he leaned over my face giving me an upside-down kiss.
“Helmut, please,” I asked as we broke away for air.
“Just tell me what Schatz, and it is yours.”
“You, that is all I could ever want.”
He pulled me in for another heated kiss before he went back to the side of the tub. Sticking his hands in the water, I felt him trace my hips and then ghost his fingertips over my thighs.
“Gorgeous,” he whispered, almost like he forgot I could hear him. He continued tracing patterns into my thighs for a few minutes, then traced his fingers back up my legs, where he slipped them down to touch my folds.
I let out a loud moan, and he just chuckled,” I haven’t even started Liebling.”
“Please, Baron, need you,” I gasped out.
The title seemed to please him as he circled my clit. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes, and before I could process the movements of his fingers, he inserted two digits into my cunt.
I moaned with no disregard for Sam’s sleeping or Bucky’s pending return. He used his other hand to continue teasing my clint, as the other began feeling the walls of my cunt.
“Look at you. Already a mess, and so tight for me,” he let out a groan and started stretching and scissoring his fingers, feeling how tight I was.
“Baron, please mo-.”
My words broke as he slipped in another finger, causing me to feel the familiar warmth of my growing orgasm. He continued stretching and pumping his fingers in and out, water sloshing over the sides of the tub as he began to pick up his pace. The warmth continued to spread throughout my body, the pleasure causing me to see stars.
“I am close, so close. More more more,” I chanted like it was the only word I knew, too lost in the pleasure of his fingers to think of anything more.
“Come for me mein Schatz; I want to feel you.” And with that, he crooked his three fingers up, hitting that perfect spot inside, rubbing against my velvety walls.
With a scream of his name, I came on the fingers buried inside me. When I started to come down after my orgasmic high, I felt his fingers still pumping inside. I moaned again, already feeling the build-up of a second orgasm.
“Not yet. I haven’t finished worshipping you yet,” Zemo stood as he spoke, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He pulled his pants and boxers off in one fluid motion, revealing his hardened dick, already red and leaking precum. I let a moan out at the sight, licking my lips.
He chuckled, ”Not tonight, Liebling; I have other plans to show my affection.”
He climbed into the tub, pulling me over to sit in his lap. I felt his dick rub against my cunt, and let out a wanton moan. Zemo groaned in response, squeezing my hips slightly, just light enough to feel him.
“Should I grab a condom-”
“No, please. It’s okay, just want you.”
He looked pleased and pulled me in for another kiss. His tongue immediately went to the inside of my mouth, licking up every moan I gave him. He pulled off and let out a moan.
“Are you ready, mein schatz?”
I nodded, too blissed out to say much more and not quite over the precious orgasm from just a few minutes ago.
“Please stop me if it is too much.”
His eyes were filled with love as he grabbed my hips firmly and started to lift me. He placed me over his dick before slowly lowering me down. The tip slipped in, and his face flung back with a moan. He continued like that, slow, letting me feel every inch of him. As I continued to lower on his cock, I felt the stretch of him burning just a little. He seemed to notice and tried to slow up even more. I just shook my head and forced my hips down, allowing him to bottom out.
We both moaned, the feeling of his dick inside me making me tighten my walls around him.
“I love you so much, Schatz.”
I moaned at his words before he leaned forward and captured me in a kiss. It wasn’t heated but slow and seemed to voice all of the love and admiration we had for one another. Still kissing, he began to pick me up and set my back down. He went slow at first, letting me get used to the stretch.
“Baron, I’m ready.”
“Of course, mein liebling.”
He swiftly lifted me almost entirely, almost letting his dick pop out before he pulled me back down. I moaned and flung my head back, giving him access to my neck, where he proceeded to leave kisses and bites.
His pace was fast but controlled, hitting that perfect spot over and over again. My second orgasm was coming much faster than the first, my vision blurring with the amount of pleasure. My moans only got louder as I raced to my climax. Zemo, noticing my quickening breaths and broken moans, slipped a hand down to start rubbing my clit.
“It’s okay, Schatz. Come, this is for you; take your pleasure, mein liebling.”
With that, he smashed his lips to mine, causing my second orgasm to take over my body. Shaking from the high of pleasure, I leaned against the Baron’s chest, changing the angle and tightening on his dick as he continued to pound into me.
“Fuck,” Zemo gasped, “you’re so gorgeous, my everything. I will give you anything and everything you could ever want. Take you away from here, worship you, make sure you never want.”
His thrust began to become more shallow before he stilled, moaning out my name before he came inside of me. He held my hips like a vice, giving a few more thrusts before stilling.
We both were breathing heavily as the water began to settle. I stared at him before leaning in, pecking his lips.
He smiled against my lips, lifting me off him and letting his dick slip out. “Schatz, thank you for letting me worship and care for you.”
He traced my sides before pulling us both up to standing. He stepped out of the tub first before lifting me over the side and setting me down.
“Helmut, you are the most incredible man I have ever known.” I kissed him again, cupping his cheek with my hand and continuing to pepper kisses over his face.
He smiled, returning the gesture before pulling me into him. “As much as I would like to continue, I am unsure how much time we have left before either James returns or Sam wakes. We weren’t entirely too considerate of his nap,” he chuckled.
I blushed and nodded my head. “As much as I hate to admit it, you’re right.” I sighed, not wanting to think about when we would be able to hold each other again.
“Don’t worry, Liebling. I will make sure we can be together again. I had the connecting room to the master bath prepared with you in mind if that suits you?” He looked at me, trying to catch any doubt or distaste at his suggestion.
Instead, I smiled and kissed him again. “Of course, I would love that. But won’t Bucky and Sam know?”
“I won’t tell if you don’t, Liebling,” he stuck out his pinky finger, and I crossed mine with his, sealing in our secret deal.
He grinned and reached above me to grab a towel. “Let’s get you dried off, yeah?”
I smiled and let him dry me, leaving kisses as he went. He quickly toweled himself off before throwing it in a hamper. He reached over and grabbed two fluffy purple robes. He wrapped himself in one and placed the other on me. I grinned up at him, enjoying the softness and warmth. The robe smelt like his cologne which only caused me to wrap myself more tightly in it. Zemo leaned forward again, capturing my lips at the sight of me in nothing but his robe.
“It suits you,” he smiled.
“You think?”
“I know.”
I kissed him, letting him wrap his arms around me.
“I love you, Helmut,” I whispered to him.
“I love you, mein Schatz,” he whispered back like we were exchanging forbidden secrets just for us. In a way, we were, but we both knew it was for the best for the time being.
“Come, let us go before your friends get suspicious,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the door.
As the doors opened and we stepped out, we crashed into two sturdy objects. Zemo caught me as we fell, pulling my robe up as I landed on top of him. To my right, I heard both Sam and Bucky groan.
Bucky looked up, noticing me in Zemo’s arms and our matching robes. Sam also looked up, and his expression matched Bucky’s shocked one before it switched to anger.
“Alright, what the hell is going on?!?”