Claiming The Black Widow (Closed for Zydrate)

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Tony Stark was a man who worked for a man who was known for his fast cars and glamorous women and scandalous parties but it was also true that he played even harder. He was a brilliant scientist and even bigger of a genius engineer as proved by the loads of red-orange colour suits downstairs. There had been some recent hush hush rumour was that he was working on something even bigger and groundbreaking though most people would say you couldn't top making the 'Iron Man' and privatising world peace. Yet the possibility of his new project had caused for some sniffing around from competitors though no one had succeeded in any infiltration. It did help that most of the really special stuff of Stark industries happen right in the basement lab.

But none of that mattered in this moment as Stark received the call from his new secretary the super competent and uber sexy Natalie Rushman, Jarvis patching the call through to his bedroom with a view. "I'm a bit busy Ms. Rushman so why don't you cancel my appointments", he said shaking his head for Jarvis to cut the line. He was back in the game before the line was cut and who wouldn't be. Ms. Everhart might be very vocal in her criticism of him but that didn't mean she wasn't attractive to him and Stark looked at her with a arrogant smile hanging off his lips. She was on all four on the edge of the bed in her high heels, ripped panties and dripping her desire. He gave her no time to prepare as his fingers dug in her ass cheeks and his arousal slick from her mouth was thrust in one powerful thrust that made her whimper a sound that cut through the lines to the lady on the other side. Stark didn't really care. She was his secretary and she would have to know what kind of man he was to take care of him.

It was another regular night for Stark and he would be thoroughly satisfied along with his lady friend and the next morning would have him wake up in a room reeking of sex as he left the naked reported sprawled on the bed and stumbling to get some coffee and work on the new inspirations buzzing in his mind. Sex seemed to always energise his creativity in all direction and Stark was going to take full advantage of that today. He called Ms. Rushman as he flopped down on the stool and opened up the design, "Ms. Rushman, would you please take care of the guest in my bedroom, breakfast, car etc.", before again abruptly cutting the line already slipping into the work mode, his fingers and mind both swiftly turning the design around and around trying to figure out how to make it work.

 

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Natalie Rushman, S.H.I.E.L.D. shadow operative, assigned to protect and watch over Tony Stark. It was imperative that she not fail at this assignment, especially now while Tony was working on some big hush hush project. Part of her job entailed that she make sure Tony was happy and working on the project, dubbed Project X. Well, at least that what's Natalie had started to call it in her mind.

Currently there were four businessmen waiting in the lush conference room downtown. The meeting with Mr. Stark had been arranged for 11AM and now, Tony had called to cancel the rest of the days appointments. So, it was up to Natalie to inform these men, who traveled all the way from Bangkok to specifically speak with Tony, to tell them the meeting was canceled.

It was a good thing she spoke Thai.

She couldn't, of course, tell them exactly way he wasn't able to meet with them, especially after hearing the butt end of the call before it was cut off. Ms. Everhart seemed to be quite busy 'interviewing' Mr. Stark. In her best, professional voice and mannerism, Natalie informed the men that Tony wouldn't be able to make it due to medical reasons. They were, of course, upset but understood. They would be in contact later in order to set up a different date and time. Natalie thanked them and told them again, on behalf of Stark Industries, she was sorry this meeting couldn't happen.

Yeah, if they only knew the truth.

The next morning, Natalie arrived at Tony's home with his dry cleaning and some papers that needed to be signed as soon as possible. Earlier, Tony had called her to take care of his guest and well, what could she do...argue? No. Instead, Natalie put on a smile, entered the home and headed upstairs to Tony's bedroom. With a gentle knock on the door, she opened it and peeked in, seeing the reporter still on the bed, sleeping.

Clearing her throat, she tried to hide her reaction from the smell that lingered in the room as the reporter woke up slowly and looked around as she took in her surroundings, no doubt recalling the night prior. “Ms. Everhart, good morning. I'm Natalie, To-...Mr. Stark asked me to make sure you were OK and to see you on your way out this morning.

Of course, she wasn't happy about it as she got dressed and stalked out of the room and down the stairs, all the while cursing at Tony for leaving her there alone in his bedroom and having someone show her out. Of course, Natalie let the woman rant, because sometimes, one just needed to let it out.

As the door closed, Natalie turned on her heel and walked over to the foyer table and picked up her leather binder and walked over to the steps that led down to where Tony worked in the basement. Keying in the code, she stepped into the room and got the papers ready that he needed to sign, “Good Morning Mr. Stark...I trust you...slept well.” She said, keeping the sarcasm out of her voice as she looked at him, waiting.

 

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Stark had a soft dark trouser and tshirt on him, sitting barefoot on the stool and working vigorously even before having something to eat or even a post coitus shower. That was him always both playing and working harder than most and people found it hard to reconcile the two end of his persona.

He heard the sound of the door opening and could guess who it was but didn't bother to look up as engrossed he was at work. When her voice reached her Stark looked up and gave her a grin, guessing how she had found Ms. Everhart given how worn out he had made her.

He almost whistled as he took in her appearance looking both professional and ready to be ravished both at the same time. Stark felt a swift kick of arousal down below surprised at the strength of his response after the night he just had. His eyes roamed over her swiftly before quickly setting over her face but that didn't help. Stark wanted to grip those lush red hair in his hand and he knew where he wanted those lips and he licked his lips as he promised himself that he would make the vision that popped into his head come true soon enough.

He chuckled in reply to her question not fooled by the casual tone of her voice. "No need to be so ...", he shrugged, "I can guess how you found Ms. Everhart. We were both busy for most of the night so I didn't sleep much but I do feel refresh", he wondered for a moment if she would thinking he was simply boasting about the all nighter thing and realised that would only make things fun for later.

"I'm sure you don't agree with me blowing the meeting yesterday for Ms. Everhart but given how closely you are to work with me that you understand how I work. I work really hard as you can see the results of that are phenomenal. But that only works because I also play hard. You are a grown up so I will be blunt Ms. Rushman, I can't work with my balls full", not noticing how his body had turned slightly toward her in the course of his words and she would be able to notice the hint of sizeable bulge in his trouser before he turned back to the screen and his work.

"I haven't had breakfast .. think you can make some arrangement. Something light should do, I really don't have the time to get off the seat." His voice turning slightly distracted as it became clear that he was kind of in a zone with his work and that the night of romping actually did seem to work for him.