freckledboss.

two slim digits walk a fine line along his torso, toward his chest, and gravitating up, leading her hand to where his neck tie resides. ❛ appropriate measures will be taken. you’ll be punished fairly. ❜ her fingers coil around the fabric and give a nice yank to bring his head closer. ❛ were you a bad boy? ❜

she’s purposely teasing him, a fact that’s prompting him to tense up as those seductive words fall from her pout. grunting at the sudden tugging of his tie, tony can’t help but to look right at her with parted lips; how is he supposed to answer? he wants to say yes.   ❛ — MAYBE. ❜  he pauses.   ❛ how are you gonna punish me if i say yes? i need an answer, potts. ❜   the mechanic feigns confidence, for she’s actually making a lot of things hard right now… in more ways than one.