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Pepper almost stumbled when she reached the living room, her phone dangerously slipping from her fingers. The scene beyond her was surreal. She blinked a few times for good measure but there was no mistaking, it really was there. There was no doubt about it. Never in the few years she had worked for Tony, becoming his friend then his CEO, had she seen him so relaxed. He was kneeling at Mr. Rogers' feet, his face pressed against his thigh as the small Dom was petting his hair with a soft expression on his face.
Pepper had been so scared to leave them alone after they had met for the first time a few hours ago. Tony had used his usual obnoxious persona to the point of mocking Mr. Rogers for his stature, challenging him to prove he really was the Dom he claimed to be. It was Natasha's words of advice echoing in Pepper's head which had convinced her to let him handle the situation with Tony.
"I met many Doms from this agency. They're all very good at what they're doing. They know how to adapt to every Sub they're paid to scene with, they're very pro. But that one - believe me, he's something else. He's what Tony needs."
Pepper couldn't believe otherwise, that's for sure. Not only had Tony received the care and soft attention he had been craving for a long time but he also wore the collar Pepper and Rhodey had bought him a few months before his kidnapping in Afghanistan. He stopped wearing it after the whole disaster and breach of trust from Obadiah, refusing to display it to the world anymore, but Mr. Rogers had managed to put him at ease so he could feel comfortable to be how he really wished to be in one evening only. The blonde Dom truly was as gifted as Natasha had said.
Pepper decided to leave quietly to give them a longer moment of intimacy before the meeting ended in ten minutes. She couldn't help smiling when she heard Mr. Rogers praising Tony softly. Tony answered back with a blissed hum.
