You were more than confident in this, given that in the past year and a half that she seven-year-old had been studying ballet, your ex had somehow managed to miss three-out-of-five recitals. And god forbid she was on time for the two that she even bothered attending.

Tonight had been no different. She had failed to show up - or call. The seat next to you had been left cold and, after the show had finished, your daughter walked out of the auditorium with teary-eyes and reddened cheeks.

Usually, Natasha could plead and plead and flash those alluring green eyes at you until you were useless against doing anything but forgiving her and drinking up whatever bullshit fell from her mouth.

Usually.

But missing this final recital had proved to be the icing on the cake for you - the nudge that only solidified the disdain you had started to grow for the red-head.

Which is exactly why you had forced yourself to stop and take a deep breath as your hand wrapped around the knob, trying your best to swallow the insults and digs that were already burning at your tongue. You turned the knob and pulled the door to, hand gripping tightly at the brass piece as your ex wife flashed you a regretful frown.

“Hey, I got caught up a-”

“She’s not here.” You cut her off quickly, monotoned as you irritatedly twisted the knob back and forth in your hand. Natasha’s face fell, “Where is she?”

You fought the urge to spit a resentful ‘why do you care’ because you knew civility was always the best route with Natasha, so you settled for the simple truth, “She went to spend the night at Clint and Laura’s, to hang out with the kids.”

She stared at you for a moment before a disappointed “Oh.” fell from her parted lips. You wanted to comment on it, how she was in no position to be disappointed when all she seemed to do was disappoint. Her eyes flickered around; towards you, then the ground, and back to you again.

“So, if that’s all, then I’ll just…” You stepped back and your hand moved to push the door closed but it proved to be a difficult task when Natasha quickly slotted her slender foot between the door and the frame.

“What, Natasha?” It was a far harsher growl than you had intended it to be but you were growing impatient with her and her constant antics.

The older woman’s lips fell into something akin to a pout, “Can I come in?” You knew that any other day ‘come in’ was probably code for something much more provocative like ‘let me fuck you until i have your forgiveness’ and you were far too annoyed to want to have sex with her. But her eyelashes fluttered innocently under your hardened stare.

As your lips began to wrap around a soft ‘not tonight’, her eyes flashed something vaguely apologetic and, against your better judgment, you let out a sigh and said, “Get in here before I change my mind.”

She pushed forward on her heels, moving past you and into the house where she came to a stop in the middle of the living-room. “You’ve changed the place.” Her eyes darted over the walls, painted grey rather then their usual white, and the new furniture that had been strategically positioned around the room to make it look nothing like it had months prior.

You had changed a lot about the house in a feeble attempt at scrubbing the last of her from the space. You figured that, if you changed enough, maybe you wouldn’t have to wake up every morning and deal with the constant, dull ache that came with the territory of still being in love with her. She was entirely too full of herself to admit that it was her pride that had dug a wedge between the two of you - so far that there was nothing left but hopes and dreams to cling onto.

Even the sex had begun to seem more habitual than driven by connection or want.

You hummed dismissively at her assessment of the living-room and proceeded towards the kitchen where you had been sitting, before she so rudely interrupted your ongoing expedition into a bottle of red wine.

She followed you aimlessly, kicking off her shoes somewhere near the front door, and came to a stop in the entryway of the kitchen. “You always did like that brand.” She examined, fingers loosely motioning towards the bottle as you poured another glass and she shuffled to sit at one of the bar stools across the island.

“I do.” You offered in a disinterested tone as you glanced at her, “Would you like a glass?” She pondered for a moment but ultimately shook her head. “No, thank you.”

An awkward silence fell between the two of you, the clinking of your glass against the marble countertops stood as the only sound to fill the emptiness. The tension was thick and you started to wonder if she was going to try to pull her typical ruse on you; make up a million sad excuses if you bothered to ask her where she had been all night.

You were completely content, though, with the current silence - awkward or not - because at the very least it wasn’t arguing or crying or anything of the sort. But she interrupted your peace with the words that fell from her mouth next. “I heard you’ve gotten yourself a girlfriend, huh?”

You couldn’t say you were surprised by the question, fingers curling around the glass in your hand as you fought the urge to scowl at her. “So that’s why you’re really here.” It did make sense now; her sniffing out the house and filling the air with meaningless small talk.

But the red-head had always been persistent, “I’m just making conversation.” She wasn’t - she was absolutely just trying to get under your skin. Or maybe she was looking for you to admit that you had moved on from her; spoiler alert, you hadn’t.

“Not that it’s any of your business, Natasha, but Carol is not my girlfriend.”

You weren’t lying. Carol had been coming over but it was only meaningless sex and a few shallow heart-to-hearts when neither of you wanted to return to empty houses. You didn’t have it in you to fall in love. Not with Carol, not with anyone. Definitely not when you spent so much time thinking about your, frustratingly addictive, ex wife.

Her face lit up with something sinister as your eyes flashed to her and she leaned on her elbows against the island between you. “Carol?” It was an empty question, one you knew was bound to be followed by some sort of snarky remark. Your suspicion was immediately confirmed, “That stuck-up blonde from next door? Talk about a downgrade, sweetheart.” Her tone was eerily soft despite the taunt embedded in her words.

Natasha took your lack of response as her chance to laugh at the irritation in your demeanor. “What did it for you, huh? Was it the way she used to eye-fuck you during those neighborhood barbecues? Peeking at you from behind the grill as if no one could see the way her eyes were always centered right around your chest.”

“Careful, Natasha, your insecurity is showing.”

“Or maybe the way she used to ignore me whenever we were there together because all she has ever really been good for is looking at you with that stupid fucking doe-eyed look on her face?”

“Atleast someone was looking at me as if they wanted me.” Her eyes narrowed, then, and her mouth snapped shut. The gaze she held was intimidating when you met it again and another bout of silence thickened in the air. The anger and annoyance was clear from both of you.

“She cried, you know?” You figured if you were going to throw everything out on the table that you might as well let her know exactly what she had been doing to the members of this family; whether she was around to see it happen or not.

“She usually doesn’t cry. Just says things like ‘maybe next time’ or ‘she’s probably out saving the word, right?’. She gets that from you, that hopefulness.” Her eyes shifted uncomfortably around the room, looking anywhere - everywhere - but you.

“But it was her Halloween recital and they got to dress up as anything they wanted. She had been so fucking excited to dress up as her mama, the Black Widow. She told everyone who would listen that you were going to be so proud of her. That, some day, she’d be an Avenger just like you.”

You took a shaky breath as your eyes pooled with tears, watching the sadness that began to blanket Natasha’s features. “And then the look on her face when those lights came on at the end and there was still an empty seat next to me…” You fought harder against the tears that threatened to spill, swallowing them back with another large gulp of wine.

“I wanted to come, of course I wanted to come. But I had work.”

You scoffed, passing a frustrated hand over the tangled locks of your hair. “Work. It’s always work, isn’t it? It was work when we had to cancel the wedding because Tony got himself into another stupid robot war. It was work on our anniversary when I sat in the restaurant alone like an idiot because you were off saving Bucky Barnes from…well, himself. Hell, it was even work when your daughter was born because Dr. Banner ‘needed your help on an experiment’; I think that’s the bullshit excuse you used.”

Her head ducked down, hanging like a guilty puppy. She didn’t dare meet your eyes. Instead, she moved around the kitchen to retrieve a small glass and the bottle of her favorite scotch that you never had the heart to get rid of.

You swirled the wine around your glass as she turned to look at you, “I made a mistake, okay?”

A bitter laugh forced its way up your throat before you had the chance to stop it, “A mistake? No, Natalia, one time is a mistake.” The name rung sharply in her ears. “Two is a coincidence at best. Anything more than that is just you thinking you can fuck everyone over without any consequences.” She was quick with wiping away the tear that streaked down her face.

She cleared her throat, taking a shot from the glass before setting it back onto the counter. “I’m sorry.” Her eyes were convincingly pleading but you opted to turn away from her and place your glass into the sink.

“I’m sorry for not being the wife that you deserved. All those times I ran instead of just sitting down and having a conversation with you. I’m sorry for not being the mother that Yelena needs. I should have been - should be showing up for her, taking initiative and being a real mother. And I haven’t. I’ve never tried and I don’t have an excuse for it. But I want you to know that I am sorry. I should have gotten my shit together a long time ago. When you needed me, when my daughter needed me. I should have fought harder for you - for us. I shouldn’t have given you up without a fight. God, I’m just sorry.”

Your hands tightened around the edge of the sink, trying desperately to keep yourself from breaking down in the middle of the kitchen. You could feel Natasha’s eyes burning holes in the back of your head, hear her sniffling in the silence of the kitchen even as she tried to hide the fact that she was crying.

You don’t remember the last time you had seen her cry, or shown any emotion really. And you certainly don’t remember the words ‘I’m sorry’ ever coming from her lips

When you finally found it in yourself to turn around, Natasha was much closer than you had anticipated. Her distance made you stumble back a bit but you didn’t dare break the eye contact she was offering.

“I’m sorry.” She repeated in a desperate sigh, her hand coming up to cup the side of your cheek. Your eyes fell closed in fear that your voice would betray you as her thumb brushed against the skin of your cheek. “I’m so sorry.” Her voice was nothing but a broken whimper now.

You weighed all the options of what to do next. A simple ‘i accept your apology’ would have done fine. Or even a nod and a brush of your hand against her shoulder to show her that she didn’t have to apologize anymore.

When your eyes fell open you could see a sincerity in hers, the same one that used to sparkle as you walked down by the pier with your fingers interlocked and smiles on both of your faces. And you wanted to kiss her for it.

But you didn’t. You shuffled away from her and sniffled a little before whipping your face with the sleeve of your sweatshirt - Natasha’s sweatshirt, now that you thought about it.

“I should - uh, probably get to bed, now. Sleep off the wine.” You offered with a half-hearted, breathy chuckle. Natasha cleared her throat and took a step back, “Of course, yeah.”

You pushed the hair from your face and led her towards the front door. “I can…you can come see her tomorrow if you’d like. Hang out here or take her out or…or just wait until a day that you’re off.” When you reached the door you swiveled on your heel to face her.

“I think…” She started, chewing at the skin of her bottom lip, “I think I’m gonna take some time off of work. I deserve a break.” She began to rock gently on her feet, “And the Avengers can do fine without me for a while.”

You let a soft silence fall between you as you searched for what to say next, “You do deserve a break.” It was what you had been telling her all along - before the engagement, and the wedding, and certainly before you had your child.

She nodded in agreement as you reached out for the door handle. Before you could turn the knob, your name tumbled from her mouth like a soft call. You turned, with the intent of answering whatever she was about to say next, only to be pressed against the back of the door as she connected her lips to yours.

You grabbed her by the hair at the back of her neck, the way you had been itching to do for a number of minutes now, and pulled her closer to you. One of her hands came to wrap around the small of your back and the other braced the two of you against the door.

You could feel her arm flexing next to your head, the muscle hardening under the strain, and you let one of your hands trail over her shoulder and across her bicep to feel it twitch under your touch. She sighed against your lips, feeling your hands run over her skin had been something she had longed for much longer than she’d like to admit. And it was a welcomed comfort to her.

It wasn’t like a movie kiss; it was sloppy and uncoordinated, more focused on getting reacquainted with each other’s mouths than actually kissing. You could taste the tears that had fallen as you were arguing and you were absolutely sure that she could taste yours but neither of you cared all that much when there were undertones of each other behind the salty bitterness.

Just as she was prepared to let her lips trail down your neck, a knock against the door behind you made the both of you surge forward with surprised squeaks. “Jesus Christ.” Natasha hissed, half annoyed, detaching her lips from your skin to pull you away from the door.

You adjusted your disheveled appearance, pushed the loose strands of hair from your face, and moved to open the door. Carol presented herself on the other side, holding a bottle of white wine in one hand and a bundle of flowers in the other. “Carol, do you know what time it is?” You sighed, your eyes twitched towards the clock on the wall.

Carol shrugged, “I’m sorry. I just wanted to see you and I saw your kitchen light on so…” she trailed off. The smile she flashed was genuine, pearly and soft in a way that only she could offer so late at night.

Natasha stepped out from behind you, her muscled arm circling sternly around your waist to pull you into her front as her lips fell to your jawline. “Kinda in the middle of something, here, Danvers.”

“Natasha, I-uh.” Carol’s smile fell just ask quickly as it had risen as her eyes darted warily between the two of you. Natasha rose her attention to meet Carol’s, without detaching much from your jaw and you could feel the smirk on her lips.

When Carol failed to speak, Natasha’s eyebrows shot up expectantly and her lips curled around a, very sarcastic, “Wonderful conversation we’re having here.” Your elbow nudged at the hardened abs behind you and Natasha only chuckled airily against the shell of your ear.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna go.” Carol finally announced, passing off the contents of her hands into yours and shuffling awkwardly on heavy feet.

“Nice seeing you.” Natasha quipped, giving the blonde no time to reciprocate the compliment before she was pulling you back inside and kicking the door shut behind her.

She thought for a few short moments, her hands tightening around your hips before she was lifting you off the ground unexpectedly.

The flowers tumbled first, petals breaking away from the stem and littering the hard-wood floor. The wine glass was quick to follow, shattering loudly but it was hard to hear over the joyous laughs from both you and your ex wife.

“Natalia!” The red-head smiled this time, enjoying this version of her government name falling from your lips over the hardened and aggressive version you had offered earlier.

She didn’t bother to answer your scold, instead letting her laughs speak for the lack of remorse she felt as she carried you back into the kitchen. The island seemed to serve her well when she settled you onto the cold marble and attached her lips back to yours.

The kiss she gave you then was much more calculated than before, her hands traveling underneath the fabric of your sweatshirt and roaming across the shuttering skin. “So perfect.” She managed to say between hot-breathed pants. “So pretty.” The praises were mindless, driven more by the need to please you than actually caring what was coming out of her mouth.

It had been quite a while since she had kissed you this way and you let yourself fall into the softness of her lips and whimper at the words she had chosen to praise you with.

Sweat already pricked the skin of your stomach and you’re sure, if she had needed one, Natasha would have used that as her excuse for peeling the article up and over your head. But, of course, you would have known better with the way her eyes landed on your exposed skin, darkening even under the soft-white kitchen lighting.

Just when you were starting to think she had made the decision to take her time on you, she proved to still be your Natasha somewhere under all the change she was displaying as her fingers curled into the crotch of your shorts and ripped them straight open.

She bathed in the glory of the surprised gasp that fell from your lips, “Don’t want to wait any longer. Wanna make you feel so good.” She explained with the usual mischievous smile playing across her lips.

You were quick to take her jaw into your hands and squeeze enough to catch her attention from the intense staring she was doing as her fingers tweaked at your hardened nipples, “Now, that’s not the way you apologize, mommy.” Her eyes were quick to dilate, getting impossibly darker at your teasing as her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

“Of course not.” She agreed, taking the band of your shorts into her nimble fingers and pulling them down your legs along with the underwear from underneath them. “Let me make it up to you, dove.”

You were in no place to argue, eyes soft and seductive as you looked down at her and tangled your hands into her hair to guide her head between your legs. She moaned loudly at your sudden overthrow of her power; a sound that surprised one of you just as much as the other.

“Come on baby, don’t keep me waiting.” You whined as her lips explored the supple flesh of your thighs. You could see her eyes flicker up to meet yours before her tongue was extending forward and lashing against your clit in one quick and greedy motion. You would have been all for the eye contact if you had been physically capable of stopping your head from falling back with the force of the guttural moan that jumped from your chest.

She was pleased by the sound of approval, proving to you that she was, in fact, still in the process of apologizing by attaching her mouth to your clit and suckling with a hunger you hadn’t seen from her since your wedding night.

“Fuck.” It was futile for you to try and fight the way your body shuttered and twitched under her ministrations, reacting to every smooth caress of her tongue as she explored at the walls of your cunt. There was no denying the heaven you were living through, dripping down your thighs and making a mess of your ex lover’s face in some twisted love story turning point.

It was hot, filthy; it was everything you had ever wanted Natasha to step up and display - to show you she cared and that she wanted you, that sex with you didn’t feel like a chore for her.

She was drinking you like wine, humming at the taste you left on her swollen lips and watching closely at every twist of your, very reactive, body. You finally felt like she wanted you - because she actually did.

You hardly had the chance to breathe before one of her fingers were sinking into the wet depths of you and curling like she knew exactly how to make you sing. You choked on nothing but your own desperate moans and a shaking encouragement of ‘so good mommy, please don’t stop’.

“Look at you, my love,” Even as you knew that it would be followed with a series of filthy comments, the nickname alone made your racing heart take a moment to skip in your chest, “so needy all for me. Like a pretty little whore who only wants to get her greedy pussy filled by her mommy. Isn’t that what you are, dove?”

The answer was caught in your throat, a million variations of the word ‘yes’ swimming around in your head and none of them finding the escape hatch to scream their way out as you tightened around her fingers. “Come on, baby, I know that pretty little head isn’t too stupid to answer when your mommy asks you something.”

She was playing a game here, and she was playing it to win. And you were prepared to let her win when her thumb circled at your clit which only made your legs jolt from the countertop.

“Yes! I’m…I’m - oh god - I’m a whore.”

The laugh that left her mouth was damn-near demonic, “Yeah? Who’s whore?” Your stomach, already twisting and turning from the pure pleasure her fingers were inflicting on you, fluttered with a moment of softness. “Yours! All yours! No one else’s!”

Through the tears that begun to prick your eyes and blurr your vision, you could vaguely see her smiling back at you before her lips attached to your neck and worked on sucking purple-colored marks into the skin.

“You gonna be my whore forever, peach? A perfect little fucktoy just for me?” You hoped that you were nodding, although you doubted you had that much control of your body’s desperate movements as moans poured from your throat and your lungs screamed for air. “Well, you gotta cum for me then, can you do that?”

The rapid fire of her mouth became lost on you in the following moments, no longer were they questions that needed answers but vague mumbling, swimming somewhere within the sound of the blood rushing through your ears. By then, it was taking all you had not to explode right there on the kitchen counter; combust into a heaping pile of melted bones and softened flesh. If she would have asked you to die for her in that moment, you would have asked her ‘knife or gun?’.

Your cunt clamped down around the stroking of her fingers and her mouth found it’s rightful place on yours. A clash of teeth and tongue, the both of you feeding off of one another like you never had before and would never get to again.

When you finally did cum, the coil in your stomach seemed to spring open and release all of the tension you had been holding at Natasha’s throat for years. ‘I love you’s and ‘so good’s began to fall from either of your lips like a fountain and neither of you wanted the momentary ecstasy to end as her fingers worked you through the pleasure that racked down your spine.

“So good for me. Just like that, baby.” She cooed softly against your lips, the remnants of your own arousal on her mouth made you shutter and open your eyes to watch her. She was already watching you, how your chest rose and fell in time with your pulsing lungs.

When the desperate organs finally caught up to themselves and your breaths were soft in the space between the two of you, she planted a chaste kiss against yours lips.

There was a subtle accent in her voice and you swallowed thickly at her sharp tone.

“The internship? My mother told me-

“Your mother lied.”

You watched as she stood from her chair never once taking her eyes off you. The hairs on the back of your neck stood at attention as goosebumps broke out on your skin. Her slender fingers tapped along dark wood as she stopped to stand in front of you.

“What do you mean she lied?”

“Did you really think the ceo of a multi-billion dollar company has time to oversee some twenty-somethings internship for college credit?” She asked.

She leaned back against her desk, smirking as you blushed.

“I- then why am I here?”

“Your mother is quite the gambler, little one.”

You shook your head not believing that for a second.

“My mother doesn’t gamble. She doesn’t even swear.”

“Looks like you don’t know her very well.”

Her green eyes taunted you as she crossed her arms over her chest. You had your own secrets, so it wasn’t too hard to believe that your mother could have her own. This one seemed a little silly to hide though.

“Ok, so she gambles. What does that have to do with me?” You asked.

“The stakes at my casino nights are high. You can’t enter the smallest pot without at least ten grand.”

You gasped trying to figure out where your mother would get that kind of money.

“My table however isn’t just monetary and most are looking to clear their debt. The stakes you can say, are of more value. The player determines how high they choose to go. Some people stake their house, a boat or two, stock trades even, but your mother - well, she raised the stakes with you.”

Her eyes raked over you and you shifted in your seat trying to process what she was saying.

“I don’t understand? She bet me?”

“Yes, milaya and she lost. Her debt was just shy of half a million but I gave her another chance. I’m assuming she was desperate but honestly the moment she offered you, I knew I had to win. Not only to get you away from that woman but, I had my own selfish reasons.”

“That’s not - how could she -

Your heart hammered in your chest as her words sunk in. She was weird on the phone this morning but you chalked it up to her being nervous for your first day.

“Her face when she lost was honestly priceless, but the look on her face when I told her she could take the money but I get to keep you - well it was worth seven hundred k.”

“You’re lying.”

Wanda sighed reaching behind her. You jumped when papers were thrown into your lap, barely catching them before they hit the floor.

'A contract claiming ownership of Y/n L/n' was in bold black letters as you stared at the page. 'Ownership signed over to Wanda Maximoff' was in smaller print underneath and you stared in disbelief skimming over the papers. Your mother’s signature was at the bottom of every page right alongside the signature of the woman in front of you.

“What the fuck?” You whispered.

You stood up, turning to storm out of the room but Wanda’s firm grip on your arm held you in place.

“Get off of me,” You growled, “I don’t care what deal you have with my mother but it’s off.”

“You have heart. I like that,” she said, pushing you against her desk. She tucked your hair behind your ear, her finger tracing a path down your clenched jaw, “You’re angry.”

“My own mother literally gambled with my life. No, I’m fucking thrilled.”

Wanda laughed, nuzzling your cheek. You squirmed against her as she kissed your jaw.

“Oh, I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

You hissed as she bit down on the curvature of your neck. She hummed against your skin, kissing it softly. Her tongue coming out to lick and soothe before she sucked hard leaving a mark.

You bit your lip to stifle a moan but it still slipped through, enough for her to hear. She chuckled darkly pushing you harder against the desk, slipping her thigh between your legs.

“You’re mine now, milaya. The faster you accept it, the happier you’ll be.”

“And if I refuse.”

She matched the fight in your eyes with a fire of her own. Your breath hitched when her jaw flexed as her faced hardened.

“Your mother didn’t just have debt with me Y/n. There are other powerful people that wouldn’t think twice about ending her pathetic life if I wasn’t offering her protection.”

Tears stained your cheeks and your heart sunk in your chest as reality sunk in. She was right, you didn’t know your mother at all.

“It’s ok, little one. I won’t let them touch her as long as you behave and be a good girl for me.” She said, kissing your tears.

Her hand gripped your waist hard enough to leave a bruise while the other rose to your neck. You gasped as she trailed kisses over your cheeks, suddenly pulling you into a bruising kiss.

You were surprised by how soft her lips were. You whimpered against them trying to pull away but she bit your lip keeping you in place. You moaned when she let it go, swiping her tongue in your mouth.

You refused to kiss her back but you couldn’t deny the ache between your legs that grew with every swipe of her tongue. The hand on your waist pulled you into her thigh and you gasped as she moved you against her.

“Stop.” You whispered.

“You like it.” She teased, moving your hips against her as she flexed her thigh. “And I think you like the idea of being my whore.”

“I don’t.”

“You can’t fool me, little one. You want desperately to be taken care of. No one ever has. This was the one time you thought your mother did something nice for you and it turned out to be a lie.”

You groaned as she tightened her hold on your hips. You bucked slightly as the pressure between your legs grew.

“T-that doesn’t mean that I’d like being-

“My whore?” She chuckled, “oh detka, you already are.”

She kissed your cheeks as you whimpered. You were horrified by how wet you were. Nothing that came out of her mouth should have made you feel this way and yet here you were, rutting against her thigh like she was the only thing that could bring you pleasure.

“You’ll never have to want for anything ever again, babygirl. Not with me.”

You shivered, fighting the side of you that wanted to give in. You tried to push her off, but she was stronger than you. The hand that was gently placed on your neck squeezed as a warning for you to stop.

“Let me go.”

“What’s wrong? You don’t want to cum for me?” She taunted.

“N-no.” You whimpered, closing your eyes. You knew were close. The familiar pressure in your core tightened with every thrust of your hips.

Wanda slapped your cheek making you cry out and open your eyes. The sting added to the pleasure you felt as you bucked against her. Your mind was reeling, confused by what you were feeling, by what she was making you feel.

“Look at me when I talk to you, little one.”

You glared, looking into her green eyes that held nothing but amusement.

“You’re adorable.” She said, bucking into you.

Teeth clamped down on your bottom lip and you whimpered pulling away with a sting.

“So much fight.” She chuckled.

With one hand she unzipped your trousers easily slipping her hand inside. You moaned as she went right past the barrier of your underwear and straight to your soaking center.

“So wet for me.”

Her hand came down on your cheek with another slap and you moaned bucking into her fingers. You felt your core dripping onto her hand and you fought every cell in your body that wanted you to beg for her.

“I don’t like liars, detka.” She cooed.

She teased your opening with two fingers only pushing in enough for you to feel her but never deep enough to bring you relief. You whined against her lips hovering over your own.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” She husked.

You whimpered against her as she moved her fingers up to play with your swollen clit. You moved your hips in time with her fingers when she suddenly pinched and pulled the swollen bundle of nerves.

“Fuck.” You cried.

“I asked you a question, whore.”

You shook your head not being able to speak. Wanda chuckled darkly cupping your bruised cheek. She pushed her thumb past your lips and moaned when you started to suck.

“See, your body knows who it belongs to. Say the words and I’ll make you feel so good, detka.”

Her voice was so soft and loving compared to her harsh treatment. It made your head spin. The fingers on your clit continued to pinch and pull making you moan and thrust against her needing more.

“Please.” You choked out, around her thumb.

You felt shame swell in your chest as she smiled down at you.

“What was that?” She asked, tilting her head.

You felt the coil in your stomach tighten as she swirled her thumb around your tongue, pressing down in the same rhythm she had on your clit.

“P’se.”

You blushed in embarrassment, not being able to speak properly with her thumb on your tongue. Wanda smiled at your flushed cheeks and pressed down, cupping your jaw to open your mouth.

You sobbed when her hand left your clit and yanked your head back with a fist full of hair.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this. Best prize I’ve ever won.”

You whimpered melting at her words, yet feeling appalled at the same time.

“Stick out your tongue, detka.”

You stuck it out, wide-eyed, watching and waiting.

You moaned as she leaned over to spit in your mouth. Your core clenched around nothing, aching to be filled as you felt it pool on your tongue. You whimpered when she pulled away, satisfied by how obedient you were being.

“Such a good little slut for me. Swallow.”

You moaned swallowing, not having time to catch your breath when her lips crashed on yours. Her tongue invaded your mouth never asking for permission as she found yours. You sighed against her, your chest tightening as you let her control the kiss, control you.

“Please.” You begged, panting against her lips.

“As much as I love hearing you beg, you don’t deserve to cum yet for that little act of defiance you displayed earlier.”

“I’m sorry.”

She chuckled, caressing your cheek.

“No you’re not, but you’re a brat Y/n. I knew as much the second you walked into my office. I had so many plans for you too.” She said, sighing.

You watched as she pulled away, sitting on the chair behind her. She had you right where she wanted you, desperate and willing.

“What do I have to do?” You asked, feeling the most exposed you’ve ever felt in your entire life.

“If you can take your punishment like a good little whore, you get a treat. Want to know what that is, detka?” She asked, tilting her head.

You nodded, mesmerized as she unbuttoned her blouse exposing her freckled skin with every snap.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, please.”

“Good girl.”

Her fingers reached the last button and she spread her shirt exposing her breast to the cool air. You gasped at how beautiful she was and how hard her nipples were. You wanted to touch her.

Wanda chuckled darkly cupping her mounds. She bit her lip looking into your eyes as she pinched and tugged her nipples. One of her hands traveled down to her slacks and she popped open the button, her hand disappearing underneath.

“Holy shit.” You whispered.

Wanda’s chuckle was cut off by a moan and you could only imagine what she was doing to herself by the movement you saw. When she pulled out her hand, her fingers were glistening.

“On your knees.”

You winced as your knees hit the hardwood, cheeks flushed by how fast you obeyed her.

“This is where you belong, milaya.”

She traced her fingers over your lips spreading her wetness. You whimpered as she parted them, thrusting her fingers into your mouth. She tasted sweet and tangy and you quickly became addicted. You held her wrist as you licked and sucked every last drop.

“You’re a greedy little thing aren’t you?” She mumbled, pulling them out.

“I-is that my treat?” You asked, staring at her lap.

“Yes, little one. You get to taste me if you can take thirty strikes to that tight little ass.”

You whimpered, clamping your thighs shut. If it was anything like the way she slapped your face you were in for a ride.

“Over my lap.” She said, patting her thighs.

You squirmed bending over as she dragged down your trousers and underwear exposing you to the air.

“Count each one and thank me. If you mess up you don’t get your treat. Understood?”

“Yes.”

You yelped as her hand came down hard, the sting warming your backside.

“One, thank you.” You whimpered.

You held onto the chair as you prepared for the rest. By the twentieth, you were a moaning mess bucking against her thigh desperate for any relief you could get. The pain and the pleasure was too much and you needed her to touch you.

“Please! Wanda, please.” You begged.

Wanda chuckled grabbing your bruised cheeks, spreading them apart to see all of you.

“Look at that pretty little pussy dripping for me. You’re making a mess on my lap, little one.”

You moaned feeling her hand creep lower, just shy of touching you where you wanted her.

“I knew you would like this. Such a fucking slut for me aren’t you malyshka.”

A sharp slap hit your clit and you cried out bucking against her.

“Fuck! Please, please.”

“Don’t mess up now, detka. You’re so close.”

“Twenty-one! Thank you.” You whimpered.

The next came down hard making you sob as your clit throbbed and ached against her hand.

“Twenty-two! Thank you.”

“You’re taking your punishment so well.”

You blushed under her praise and by the time she was at her last strike you were so close to cuming you thought you’d die if you didn’t.

“Good girl, such a good girl.” She said stroking your clit.

You heard her sigh as she slid them down your slit entering you with two fingers. You cried out thrusting against her, tears rolling down your cheeks finally getting the relief you craved. You felt your orgasm begin to wash over you when she suddenly pulled out, pushing you to your knees.

“Did you forget about your treat? If you don’t want-

“No, no please I want it, please let me taste you.”

Her hand tangled in your hair yanking your head back roughly.

“I’ll forgive that interruption this one time, but in the future never interrupt me. Do you understand, babygirl?”

“Yes, Mommy.” You moaned.

You blushed, not knowing where it came from but it felt right falling from your lips.

Wanda’s eyes lit up, kissing you deeply as you moaned in her mouth.

“So perfect.” She said, letting go. “Mommy’s perfect little whore.”

You watched hungrily as she pulled down her slacks and underwear in one go. She spread her legs exposing herself to you and your mouth watered at the sight wanting to dive right in. You clenched your thighs waiting for permission. You were starting to learn what you could and couldn’t do.

Her hand returned to the back of your neck and she guided you to her sopping cunt. She smelled just like she tastes.

“Go ahead, malyshka. Eat mommy’s pussy.”

You moaned diving in. You licked experimentally, whimpering as you tasted her from the source. You paid attention to her moans and sighs and grew bolder with each stroke of your tongue.

“Fuck, that’s it little one. Right there, fuck.”

You moaned against her, catching every last drop that leaked out of her. You swirled your tongue around her clit and sucked it into your mouth flicking it with your tongue. You smirked as she cried out against you thrusting into your face with every suck.

“Shit, malysh, so good! Don’t stop.”

You looked up at her not believing you were able to make this powerful woman fall apart. You watched as she played with her breast, her muscles tightening as she rode your face. Her hooded eyes met yours and you whimpered, clenching your thighs.

You replaced your tongue with your thumb rubbing her clit in tight circles, pushing your tongue inside her. You moaned as you felt her clench around your tongue, thrusting it harder and faster.

“Ah fuck!”

Her head flew back and her thighs clamped shut around you. Both hands were on your head holding you in place as she fucked herself on your tongue.

“Just like that.”

You curled your tongue making her moan your name. Her hips stuttered against you, losing her rhythm and the hold on your head tightened under her fingers.

“You’re gonna make mommy cum, detka,”

You pinched her clit pulling hard like she did with her nipples and hummed as more of her leaked on your tongue.

“Fuck, fuck Y/n!”

You groaned as she came on your tongue. Her juices coated your mouth and chin as you lapped every last drop. Her thrust slowed and eventually stopped but you kitten licked against her wanting to draw out every reaction you could get from her. Her thighs opened giving you more room and you sighed watching her hole flutter open and shut.

“Hmmm. Can’t get enough can you?” She said, running her fingers through your hair.

You whimpered sucking her clit into your mouth. Her hips twitched against you as she gasped, pushing you off.

You pulled back with a grin as you took her in. Her blazer and blouse were barely hanging on her shoulders and her hair was disheveled as she ran her fingers through it.

“Don’t look so smug.” She said, sitting up.

She pulled you into a bruising kiss tasting herself on your tongue. When she pulled away you were breathless as you stared up at her.

“Was that um - was that ok? I’ve never done that before.”

Wanda chuckled pecking your lips as she pulled you onto her lap.

“Did you not feel how hard I came in your mouth, milaya? I can’t believe that was your first time.”

“Thanks.” You said shyly, biting your lip.

Wanda’s eyes held a possessive glint as she ran her hands up your thighs.

“You deserve a reward for that.”

Wanda stood, picking you up and you wrapped your legs around her waist. She set you on top of her desk, kissing your forehead as she pulled away. You squirmed against the wood, your ass still sore when she took off your top and removed hers. You wanted to cover yourself feeling embarrassed by her intense gaze.

“Beautiful.” She whispered, "so perfect."

You blushed, moaning as she cupped your breast in her hands. Leaning down, she sucked your nipple into her mouth groaning as she let it go with a pop. She switched to the other side biting down making you cry out and whimper when she pulled away with a smirk.

“Wait here.” She said.

You watched her walk away and you heard her shuffling behind you making you nervous by the second. When she came back around your jaw dropped at the strap between her legs.

“Wanda. It’s too big.” You said, moving to close your legs.

Wanda smirked, forcing them open as she made her way between your thighs.

“I’ll make it fit.” She said, kissing your jaw, "Trust mommy."

"Ok." You whimpered.

“Ever been fucked like this, malyshka?” She asked, trailing her kissed down your neck.

“No, only fingers.”

You whimpered as she bit down possessively. You knew your body was littered with marks by now.

“It’ll hurt at first, but from what I’ve learned about you, detka - you seem to like the pain.”

You wanted to deny it, but she was right. You sighed feeling her run the silicone cock up and down your core, spreading your wetness. You moaned as she circled the tip around your swollen slit, smacking it against you.

“You always get this wet?”

“No.” You blushed, looking away.

Wanda smirked, slapping your cheek making you moan.

“What did I say about looking at me when I talk to you, little one?”

She slapped you again, watching as you bucked against her cock.

“Sorry, mommy.” You moaned.

Wanda chuckled, easing the cock inside you. You whimpered feeling it stretch you out. It stung the more she pushed and you started to panic.

“Relax, milaya.” She cooed.

You sighed as she sucked and licked a sensitive spot on your neck.

“Halfway in, baby.”

You whimpered feeling tears roll down your cheeks. You grabbed her hips lightly pushing her away.

“Too much.” You whimpered.

“Don’t you want to be mommy’s good girl?”

You melted as she kissed your cheeks, wiping away your tears.

“Yes.” You choked out.

Wanda moaned pulling out slightly before thrusting with a grunt bottoming out inside you. You screamed into her shoulder holding on to her as she thrust inside you slowly, letting you adjust to the feeling.

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight, detka.”

“Mommy.” You whimpered, holding her tight as her pace quickened.

"You're taking it so well."

The pain started to fade and you moaned moving your hips matching her thrust for thrust.

“That’s it detka. Fuck yourself on my cock like a good little whore.” She groaned.

You clenched around her cock, moaning at her words. Completely lost in the older woman.

“Your whore, mommy."

Wanda growled pulling out and slammed back inside you setting a brutal pace.

“That’s right baby. You’re mommy’s little whore. All mine.”

Wanda wrapped her hand around your throat biting and sucking your lips as you moaned and screamed for her. You felt your orgasm quickly approaching and you whimpered knowing you couldn’t without her permission.

“I - Mommy, can I cum?”

Wanda chuckled darkly squeezing your throat.

“No. Not yet, little one.”

You whimpered against her, pleading with your eyes.

“Please, I can’t hold it.”

“You can and you will. I’m not done with you yet.” She growled, slamming your back against the desk.

You screamed at the new angle, feeling her cock hit a spot you’ve never felt before.

“Fuck, please!”

“You like mommy’s cock baby?”

“Yes.” You moaned.

Wanda pounded into you, her hand bruising your waist and your neck. You held onto her shoulders as the hand on your waist grabbed and lifted your leg making her thrust deeper inside you.

“I bought this strap specifically for you, little one. It has a cum reservoir and one day I’m going to put a baby in you.”

“Oh fuck.”

You clenched around her cock desperately wanting to cum.

“Please.”

“You’d like that, milaya? Want me to fuck a baby in you?”

You moaned, bucking your hips needing to feel her cum.

“Yes! Mommy, please. Want you to cum inside me.”

“Fuck, detka.” Wanda groaned, “cum for me.”

You moaned feeling her cum shoot inside you making you cum hard around her cock.

“Mommy!” You screamed, moaning as she continued to thrust pushing her cum deeper inside you. Your back arched holding onto her as your body spasmed uncontrollably. You had never cum so hard in your life.

“So beautiful.” Wanda groaned.

Her pace started to slow as she pulled you into a kiss, softer than any she’s given you. You melted around her, kissing her back hungrily. Her hips came to a stop and you whimpered as she pulled away.

“See what happens when you’re a good girl for me?”

“Yes.” You said, bucking your hips.

Wanda chuckled pecking your lips, before pulling out. You sighed feeling empty as her cum leaked out of you.

She removed the strap to lay down beside you. She pulled you into her arms, holding you as you both came down from your high. Your pants turned to steady heartbeats as your head laid on her chest.

“What now?” You asked.

“Now? We go home.”

“What about my things?”

“They were moved out of your dorm and into my home the second you entered my office, malyshka.” She said, smiling as she kissed your crown.

The reality of the situation came crashing down once you were outside of your lust-filled haze. Your heart pounded in your chest and tears sprang from your eyes. Your life was no longer your own.

“Don’t worry, detka. I’ve got you,” she cooed, wiping away your tears, “Unlike the wretched woman that brought you into this world, I always take care of my things.”

“What’s all this?” Mischa drops a pile of packages on the dining room table.

“Oh.” Natasha sets aside her drink. “Those are for puppy.”

Natasha tears one open.

“Is that a blueberry with a face?”

“Mhm.” Natasha continues opening the bags, putting the empty ones off to the side.

“You bought them all didn’t you? You put up a fuss about her bringing that pear everywhere and now you bought her seven more.”

“Listen, they’re good quality.”

“We’ll never have peace in this house again.”

Natasha gathers the stuffed toys of fruits in her arms, walking into the living room.

“Puppy! I got you a surprise.”

Natasha doesn’t think she’s ever heard a noise quite like the shriek that you let out as she dumps the toys on the floor.

You grab one, but quickly drop it for another, shaking your head back and forth and prancing in place.

“Do you like them?”

You answer with a muffled cry around the toy in your mouth, nosing another shaped like a raspberry.