Tony. ❌

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You had never been much of a sub or a little or anything like that. Sure, you liked calling guys 'daddy' if they were ok with it but you had never really been into the whole 'being dominated' thing. You liked having a little control too, you know? You liked challenging authority, pushing back. But that was until you met Tony Stark.

You had been interning at Stark industries since you first applied to college. You earned your first real job when you graduated and you were happy just slowly working your way up the ranks after SHIELD merged with the company. The first time you met Tony was at a Gala on the upper east side. The only reason you were allowed to attend was because your boss was sick and asked you to fill in for her. You were literally wearing a dress from DollsKill that was on clearance for like sixty bucks, you didn't exactly fit in. But Tony didn't care.

He walked right up to you and asked if you would like a drink. Of course you said yes, how couldn't you? This was Tony Fucking Stark, he's a legend and he knows it. And from that day forth, he was obsessed with you. It was never actually discussed, but you were basically his sugar baby. He paid your rent and bought everything off of your Amazon wish list with in the first week. You were speechless. He was smug. Then it was some unspoken agreement that he would buy you things you wanted and you would go to him whenever he wanted it.

Sometimes it's be a subtle text or a phone call from him, asking you to come to the tower where he'd ravish you until you couldn't walk the next day. Sometimes he'd just send a car for you or his driver, Happy, with no warning. And sometimes, he'd just let himself into your apartment while you were watching tv or eating in your pjs and he'd go down on you then fuck your brains out before leaving shortly after. There was the odd occasion where he asked you to be his date to things like events where he had to appear, send you an outfit with a sweet note, pick you up, go to the thing, come back, fuck then drop you off at home. It was fun having a relationship without feelings or emotions. And it was sexy as fuck.

Like right now, for instance. You had just had an incredibly long day at work and your feet were killing you, you couldn't wait to just sit on the couch. But that wasn't what Tony had in mind. Upon entrance of your apartment, you noticed two light pink boxes with white bows tied around them sat on your kitchen counter, a white piece of card folded in half tucked into one of the ribbons. You left your shoes at the door, dropping your bag and approached the gift, reading the note.

Cupcake,
I know it's late notice but I need you to be my date to some work thing, wear this and be ready for eight.
-TS.

You rolled your eyes at his non-remorseful words before untying the ribbons and opening the boxes.

The first box was filled with a pink satin dress and a white Gucci clutch, the second had white Gucci heels to match

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The first box was filled with a pink satin dress and a white Gucci clutch, the second had white Gucci heels to match. You must admit, he has good taste.

Later that night, you dressed how he asked-with a little added extra- and got ready; curling your shoulder length hair and doing light make up before adding a few diamonds (courtesy of Tony) and waited for the driver to text. Only the thing was, the text didn't come from the driver, it was Tony.

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