Sweetest revenge

*Disclaimer: I do not own any Marvel characters. This is purely for entertainment purposes. This is a complete work of fiction. If you are offended by stories that involve any kind of sado-masochistic practices, you may not want to read this.


Sweetest Revenge

Generally, Warren Worthington III hated parties. He was a perfect host, however, and entertained his guests with his charm and wit. Tonight didn't look like it was going to be any different until he met the daughter of an oil baron. The leggy redhead was attractive and funny. He felt drawn to her apparent intelligence. Pretty faces were a dime a dozen when you were rich. Good conversation went a long way, and she made him laugh. She told him her name was Morgan Dunn. Her father, Ray Dunn, hadn't been able to make it tot he party and had sent her with his regrets.
Warren danced with Morgan a few times and listened to some of her anecdotes about her father and her early years in Texas. She had no accent and admitted to having spent most of her time in eastern boarding schools.
"Mother hated Texas and she didn't want me to grow up sounding like an ignorant cowpoke, as she put it."
"Sounds delightful." Warren replied. She shrugged and lowered her eyes.
"I'm pleased about my education, Mr. Worthington," she said, "but I'd have been happier if my parents had raised me instead of my dormitory monitors." She jerked her head up suddenly with a horrified expression. "I'm so sorry, It was terribly insensitive of me to complain about that to you." She looked away ashamed. "Forgive me."
"Forgiven, Miss Dunn." He said, spinning her around quickly. "I'm over it." She bit her full bottom lip and nodded uncertainly. "Would you care for a tour of the house?" He asked, offering her his arm when the song ended. She agreed and placed her small hand at the crook of his elbow. He pointed out some of the finer architectural marvels of the house's design. He spoke dispassionately until he reached the library, and from her expression, she was quite impressed with his collection.
"I'm amazed that you ever leave this room." She said, gazing at his wealth of books. "I'd spend all day here and most of the nights too."
"That would make things most inconvenient for your boyfriend." He said lightly.
"I'm sure it would, that's part of the reason I sent the last one packing." She grinned at him. "I don't think he was particularly concerned with my literacy, or anything that I thought."
"That's a shame." He said. "I think you've a lot to offer in the avenue of mental stimulation." She turned and smiled at him. There was only a hint of coyness in her demeanor. And he suspected, only because she chose to show it to him.
"You're very good at flattery, Mr. Worthington." She said. "Mother warned me about men like you; the ones with the silver tongues."
"You think I have a silver tongue?" He asked, stepping closer. She leaned against the desk and placed her hands on its edge. "Would you like to check?" He approached and paused, only a breath away from her before pressing his lips against hers. She smelled expensive. Whatever perfume she wore made her smell spicy and warm. Something with cinnamon in it. He enjoyed the taste of her mouth; like champagne, only sweeter. He felt her heartbeat through his shirt. Her low-cut gown allowed him a decent gaze at some serious cleavage. When he broke the kiss, her face was slightly flushed.
"I stand corrected, Mr. Worthington." Shid, id, biting her lip attractively and clutching his expensively clad arm. "You're very much made of flesh and blood."
~And feathers~ He thought to himself. Then he kissed her again, deeper this time. He pressed her against the desk and placed his hands on either side of her waist. She started to move away a little too late. His arms tightened around her and he felt the outline of something narrow and hard against the small of her back. He spun her around and jerked down the zipper of her dress. He grabbed her wrists and pushed her forward till she was bent double over the desk. exp exposed the creamy skin of her back and a small plastic disc that had been stuck to her lower back with spirit gum, a sticky substance used with the application of theatrical costumes and wigs.
"Wanna tell me what you were planning to do with this?" He asked, ripping the disc from her body and stepping back from her in disgust. She turned, and zipped up the back of her gown calmly. She smiled sweetly at him and kicked him sharply in the groin. He doubled over in pain and was helpless to do anything but watch her run for the door. When she opened it, however, she was seized by one of his bodyguards. She fought him until he sprayed her face with some tranquilizing mist. She slumped in his arms and the large man, Ralph, let her slide to the floor. He kept a tazer trained on her in case she decided to move again.
Are you alright, sir?" He asked, not moving his gaze from the limp figure on the floor. Warren gasped for another minute before slowly gaining his feet. He panted and tried to fight past the throbbing in his groin.
"I'm fine, Ralph, just watch her while I make a phone call. If she even twitches, shoot her." He went to the phone on the library's desk and dialed a phone number from memory.
"Hello, Warren." Came the voice on the other end.
"Hello Charles." He replied. "I forgot how good you are at that."
"It's only because you're in the same city." He paused. "What's the problem, you're not seriously hurt are you?"
"More my pride than anything. Some spy got in a cheap shot to the vitals."
"Do you have the spy with you?"
"She's incapacitated for the moment. I could use some help if you're not busy." Warren said. "It shouldn't take long. I can't imagine she's a top operative if all I got was a kick and run attack."
"I'll be there in twenty minutes."
Professor Charles Xavier greeted his friend warmly. Then he was all business. Avoiding the rest of the party, Warren took the professor to his bedroom where the woman was tied, unconscious, to a chair. Her head was slumped backwards and she looked boneless.
"Here she is." Warren said, indicating the well-dressed prisoner. "What can you tell me?" He asked.
"Well, for one thing, she's awake." He said with a chuckle. Then the chuckle turned to a laugh when the woman lifted her head and glared at him with annoyance. "She's here to steal some files from your computer. It's a contract job so she doesn't know the name of whomever hired her, but she does work for Darius Bolt." This was interesting news. Bolt was a man who worked in industrial espionage.
"Then she must have a mark on her somewhere." Warren said. Bolt made his employees all get tattoos with his chosen symbol on their bodies in order to shout to thrld rld who they worked for. Since none of them had met him personally, he had little to fear about his identity becoming known.
"Back of the neck." Xavier added. Warren walked behind the young woman and lifted her red hair off her shoulders. His fingers tightened when she tried to resist. He knelt behind the chair and examined the skin below her hairline.
"I don't see it."
"Make-up." Warren rubbed at the skin and saw a faint pink symbol. He leaned forward and licked the soft flesh. Then he rubbed it again with his thumb until a tiny, pink, crescent moon appeared. The color made it easy to cover. Charles was chuckling again.
"What's so funny?" Warren asked.
"Too bad you discovered her ruse so early." He said. "She was hoping to have to seduce you in order to get access to your computer." Then he narrowed his eyes at the handsome blonde man. "But I don't think that would have been a problem."
"Where's the real Morgan Dunn?"
"Tied up in her hotel room closet." Charles gave the location to Ralph who immediately left. "Sorry you're so disappointed, Warren. She liked it when you licked her neck."
"What's her real name?"
"Julia." Charles answered, smiling at the blush that now crossed the features of the girl in front of him. Warren escorted Xavier out to his car and thanked him for his help. Before he left, Charles indicated that he should lean closer and he whispered briefly into the younger man's ear for a few moments. Warren smiled.
"I'll can't promise that I'll take it easy on her." He said. Charles just shrugged and told his driver to return him to his home.
Warren spent the rest of the evening with his guests. Once he'd seen the last couple into their car, he returned to his bedroom. He dismissed his guards and told them to remain on the floor and to do rounds there, but he would not require them to be in his room. He pulled out a small pistol and aimed it at Julia's head.
"Are you going to kill me?" She asked.
"I ought to, considering the low blow you dealt me." He said, but instead he untied her, keeping the gun trained on her and ordered her to walk to the bathroom with her wrists bound and a long rope attached to her ankle. He allowed her to use the facilities and when she emerged, he kept the gun poinat hat her till they reached the bedroom. Then he tucked it into the back waistband of his pants and pushed her roughly against the wall. He searched her completely and when he was satisfied that she carried no other weapons, he unzipped the gown again and pushed it off her shoulders.
"What are you doing?" She asked, trying to turn away from him.
"Just a little payback." Warren replied. He pulled out his pocketknife and cut the straps so that it could fall to the floor unhindered by her bound wrists. Then he brought her over to the bed. He noticed a tremble run through her and he sat calmly and lifted her bound ankle. He secured it off the floor by tying it to her wrists. He removed her shoe with the offending, pointed heel. But he did not take off her stockings, held up by thin garter straps. He rather preferred to look at her that way.
Julia was balanced precariously on her one foot that was clad in a very high heel. He saw her ankle wiggle around as she fought for balance. With a large grin on his face, he gave her a little push and watched with amusement as she fell sideways onto the carpet like the proverbial sack of potatoes. She grunted and swore at him. He laughed aloud.
"Julia, I think you and I need to form a partnership."
"Go to hell." She spat. "Your mind-reader got everything from me that I know about the job, so I have nothing more to say."
"He told me more than that, young lady." Warren scolded. "He told me a few other things about you if you'll remember." Her eyes widened slightly when she guessed which admission he was referring to.
"Hey, a lady has a right to change her mind." She said. "Maybe I thought you were sexy earlier, but that was before you gave me rug burn. And it was only compared to the other men I've had to seduce in the past." She tossed her red hair out of her eyes.
"Bullshit." He said. "Xavier told me on the way out that you've never slept with any of your targets before. It's kind of a thing with you not to have to resort to it."
"No fair using telepaths." She snapped. "Anyway, Bolt will kill me once he's found out I've failed so you might as well do it now and save me the pain of being tortured first."
"Now I do believe you on this respect, Charles read the same thing. But what you don't realize," he said, walking over to her and removing her one remaining shoe, "is that I have no intention of letting you go without evening the score."
"I thought we established that with the whole carpet burn thing."
"Not to my satisfaction." With that, Warren removed his bow tie and his tuxedo shirt. Julia's eyes widened when she saw the flesh-colored straps that criss-crossed his chest. When he released them and his wings unfurled she was glad that she'd had a chance to use the bathroom.
"Wow." Was all she could say.
"The ladies don't usually say that till I've taken off the rest of my clothes Jul Julia's gaze returned to his face.
"Do you plan to rape me?" She asked, with a small wavering in her voice. "Because I really don't want to have sex with you now."
"Rape is not the current plan." He said. The smile left his face and she was struck by how frightening he looked, looming over her. "But I can't say you're going to be happy at first."
"What else did Xavier tell you about me?" She asked when he seized her by the arms. He pulled her upright and dragged her over to the bed. He sat down upon it and tossed her, facedown, across his lap. "Oh God."
"He told me you'd like this." Warren replied. "A lot. And something tells me I'm going to be somewhat satisfied with it too." His hard thighs were uncomfortable on her belly, but the edge of one of his knees was pressed against her in a way that rubbed with an uncomfortable pleasure. He pulled the edge of her panties down to bare her creamy flesh.
"Please don't." Julia begged. His answer was an open-palm landing on her firm buttocks with a loud slap. She cried out in pain and shock as he rained more blows on her unprotected backside. To her shame and horror, the rhythmic slapping pushed her against his knee in a most distracting way. The man in the wheelchair hadn't been lying. Spanking always turned her on. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to think of the time her toilet backed up on her bathroom floor, she thought about the time her cat had thrown up on her bedspread and she hadn't noticed till she sat in it. She tried to think of anything except the feel of Warren's hand on her backside.
Julia could feel herself getting wet. Her rear was burning and her face was flushed with embarrassment and arousal. She hoped Warren wouldn't notice, but she knew it was in vain. Involuntarily, she arched against his knee and couldn't stifle a tiny moan. When the sound escaped her throat, he moved his other hand to fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples. She couldn't make any more than a feeble attempt to avoid his hands. When she did, she nearly tipped off his knees and he placed a hand between her thighs in order to pull her back. She felt his erection against one of her arms and tried to distract him by rubbing her elbow against it. She was desperate for any kind of reprieve. What she got was a clever little finger delving deep inside her.
"You've sorely mistreated me, Julia." Warren said, stroking her with the digit, then adding a second. She was deliciously tight and wet now. "No trying to get on my good side." She couldn't help the second moan that slipped out of her then. "I want you to come for me, Julia." Warren said calmly. "But it's going to take a long time if you don't agree to help me." She almost cried with disappointment.
"I can't help you." She said. "He'll kill me." She bit her lip to keep from shouting out when the pad of his thumb rubbed against her clitoris. It stopped when she started moving against him. He withdrew his fingers and gave her another hard slap on the buttocks. His wet fingers made it sting. One of his wings was curled around him and its edge was so close to her face that she could see the detail in the individual feathers. With a tremendous effort, she lunged forward and sank her teeth into the wing. He shouted and pulled it away. She spit out his feathers and resumed her struggles. "I'd know you're not the same kind of sick monster that he is, so I'd rather you killed me than him." The bite had the desired effect and distracted him for a moment. "You're trying to piss me off so I'll kill you?" he asked. She didn't answer. "You will agree to help me catch him and in return I'll keep you safe." He stroked her reddened flesh gently. With her free foot braced against the floor she tried to rub herself on his knee again, but he held her still. He slid her off one knee and squeezed her tight between his legs. Julia was bent over one while the other pressed against the back of her thighs. He inserted his finger inside her again and began his slow torture. "I want to hear you say yes." He said. "And stay away from the wings."
"I can't." She gasped. "You didn't see what he did to one of the other girls when he found out she'd betrayed him."
"He won't get to you if you trust me and do what I say." He punctuated every other word with a thrust of his fingers. The rope securing her foot loosened and she let it fall to the floor. She was too numb below the ankle to try to stand. "It's not like I haven't put people like him away in the past."
"I don't know anything." She begged. Tears of frustration ran down her cheeks when she tried to raise her head to look at him. He allowed her to slip down to her knees between his legs. She was shaking violently with fear and unfulfilled desire. Her wrists were still tightly bound behind her back. She turned to face him, wincing at the pain in her foot as the circulation returned. "Please." She said, leaning forward and pressing her face into his abdomen, laying desperate kisses on his belly. "I can't do it."
Warren felt her hot tears on his skin as she sobbed and kissed him. She pressed her face between his legs and he felt her mouth graze him through his trousers.
"Stop." He ordered her; she lifted her eyes to his.
"I know you want me." She said with trembling lips. "I'll do whatever you want, but just don't ask me to walk willingly into a horrible death." She nuzzled him again and he opened his mouth to protest, but she was using her mouth on the button to his trousers. She bit it off and spit it out. Then with a choking cry, she lowered his zipper with her teeth and his erection sprang out of the hole in her boxers. Even with tears streaking her mascara down her face, Julia was still beautiful and compelling. She wet her lips and touched him with her tongue.
"Stop it." He repeated roughly, pulling her head back with a fist in her hair. He was angry. Julia was making him feel pity for her. Charles had also told him that working for Bolt had not been her choice. She'd been backed into a corner and blackmailed. He hadn't gone into detail, however. She pressed forward and lay her wet cheek against his stomach.
"You can't protect me from him, Warren." She whispered. "No one can." She said, her voice breaking again into soft cries. She repeated the phrase, "You can't save me," between kisses to his chest and stomach. She begged and pleaded with him to just let her go or kill her quickly. She'd be good to him tonight. "I promise." She sobbed before closing her mouth over him. His body gave a jolt from the feel of her hot mouth enclosing him. She began to suck and he felt her tears falling as she did. He felt a great heat rise in him and he pulled her up by her arms.
"He won't touch you." Warren snarled, fastening his mouth onto hers in a savage and angry kiss. His tongue ravaged her mouth and he hauled her to her feet with him. She kissed him back with as much passion as she'd begged. He broke the kiss and pushed her onto the bed. She was still bound but he cut the rope around her wrists and she placed her hands flat on the mattress in front of her. He was on her a second later. He entered her fast from behi She She cried out and her numb hands wouldn't support their combined weight. She fell forward onto her chest. He hauled her hips back and slammed into her repeatedly. She gasped and writhed beneath him, but her hips pushed back and she was calling his name.


Warren drew back ad and and slapped Julia's bruised backside. She let out a loud moan and he repeated it until he felt her begin to convulse around him with a scream. He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back. He pounded into her hard and bit her neck when he came, spasming inside her with an intensity he'd rarely felt. "He won't touch you, Julia." His wings, which had remained folded along his back, spread out and touched the mattress on either side of her. The pure white fers ers rustled against her damp skin as she panted for breath.


Being within the confines of Warren's arms and wings gave Julia an odd comfort. She believed him. "What do you need me to do?"