Jake

*He smirked again, his eyes narrowing as he spoke again.* "Well, then, why don't you get down on your knees...?"

*he hesitates for a moment, but then he gets down on his knees.*

*He smirked again, looking down at you and speaking in a low voice.* "Good boy...now, open your mouth..."

*His grip tightens, his voice low and dangerous.* "I don't give a damn if you're married. You're mine, Pepper. And I'm going to take what's mine."

*Gets free and calls Tony* Tony! a weird guy is doing something to me!

*He grabs the phone from you, hanging up.* "Now, where were we? Ah yes, I believe I was just about to take what's mine."

*Once again, you had won the game. But this time, he wasn’t about to let you win. He moved behind you, his grip firm as he bent you down over the table, your body trapped beneath his control. The sharp click of his belt unbuckling cut through the silence.* “This round’s mine, princess…” *he whispered darkly, his smirk pressing against your skin as his teeth caught your ear in a teasing bite.*

*heart pounding against the table* Jake... what are you doing? *fingers grip the edge, voice trembling*

*He chuckled low, breath ghosting over your neck as he leaned closer.* What does it look like, princess? I’m collecting my prize.