#sub!natasha

A rough hand tangles with your hair, your knees shifting slightly on the carpet. The tip of Natasha's strap gently hits the back of your throat, and you tighten your hands around her thighs.

"Looks like someone is enjoying themselves."

You smirk, Natasha's hand tightening further as you feel Wanda's presence behind you. You bob your head enthusiastically, taking her strap deeper. Her hips thrust slightly, and you see Wanda's nude body in your peripheral vision.

Well, not completely nude. She, too, was wearing a strap. You watch her hands run over Natasha's stomach, her red nails sharp as they leave fine lines in their wake. Natasha groans, her abs flexing slightly as she turns her head.

Wanda moves her hand up, grabbing the shorter woman's jaw tightly before firmly pressing her lips against hers. You swear you hear Natasha whimper, but you know she'll murder you slowly if you bring it up.

"What do you say we use our little toy properly, hm?" Wanda murmurs.

"You always have the best ideas," Natasha says, smirking down at you when you gag slightly from a particularly hard thrust of her hips.

Wanda crouches down, her green eyes piercing as she looks at you. Her hand gently strokes the side of your cheek, dragging her fingernail across your jaw as you feel arousal curl in your belly.

"I bet you're all worked up, aren't you?"

All you can do is nod; the movement is awkward, but you try your best. Wanda just tilts her head in response.

"Nat," she says, her voice suddenly firm. "Go kneel next to the headboard. I want to stuff our toy."

The strap disappears from your mouth, but you don't close it. You're too excited, your mind racing at Wanda's words. One of her fingers wipes a smear of saliva from your bottom lip, and she grabs your chin before turning your face toward her.

"Turn that pretty little brain off for tonight, won't you?" Wanda says, her voice as sweet as honey. Her words wrap around your brain, your head nodding before you can fully process. She smells like vanilla, the scent trapping you in a haze as she smiles at you. "Good job, toy. Let Mommy and Daddy take care of you."

She urges you up, her lithe frame towering a foot over you as you both stand. That was the first thing about her that you had noticed, all those years ago. Her height and the way she could command an entire room just by stepping into it.

You let her position you on the bed on your hands and knees. You receive a warm pat on your ass once she's done, and you blush at the nonverbal praise.

"Nat," Wanda warns, seeing the woman's hands move towards your head. "Hands on the headboard. Now."

Hesitating only for a split second, Natasha slowly brings her arms to her sides before lifting them and grabbing the headboard behind her. You think she looks incredibly hot as you let your eyes trail over her muscular form before they lock on the strap mere inches from your face.

"How would you like it, hmm?" Wanda asks, the tip of her strap teasing your clit. The pressure is delicious, and you can feel your heart beating rapidly in anticipation.

"God, our toy is soaked, Nat." You can practically hear the smirk in her voice. "Sucking her off really got you going, huh?"

Before you can respond, she buries her strap inside you. It's rough and utterly perfect. A gasp forces its way up your throat, and you jolt forward. Natasha's strap slides against your cheek, but she doesn't move, her eyes locked on Wanda's.

"Go ahead," Wanda says, her hands moving to your hips. Her fingernails dig in, and she forces your hips back onto her strap, setting a punishing pace. "Fuck her throat, dear,"

Natasha obeys, your body bouncing forward with each rough thrust from Wanda. She moves her strap until it prods at your lips, and you dutifully take her in.

Slamming into you, Wanda's hips meet your ass as she drives the strap deeper. When she pulls out, your body moves forward, forcing Natasha's strap deeper into your mouth. It's perfect, the rhythm lulling you into that lovely vanilla-scented headspace.

"Mommy always takes care of you, doesn't she?" Wanda murmurs.

Natasha groans. "Yes, Mommy."

Both women thrust roughly at that, sending your arousal skyrocketing. The only thing you can do is moan, sandwiched between them in an endless cycle of pleasure. It's almost torture, but you feel fucking amazing.

You would respond to Wanda, but the best you can manage is a weak set of whimpers. You can barely focus, pleasure clouding your thoughts as you're fucked from both ends.

"Does our little toy want to cum?" Wanda's voice is strong, if a bit breathless. You have no idea how she manages to fuck you so rough without getting winded.

"Mmppphh," you manage, controlling your breathing as Natasha's hips stutter and cause the strap to slide down your throat. She throws her head back, her abs clenching fiercely as she holds her own orgasm back.

"Make Daddy cum, little toy," Wanda practically purrs. "Make her cum in the next minute, otherwise you won't get to cum."

Your eyes widen at that. Natasha smirks down at you, but you're already looking up at her with those big, teary eyes that she loves. You let a pathetic, pleading look spread across your features, and you exaggerate your moans.

Natasha loves it when you appear helpless and weak, so you bob your head more than necessary, letting breathy whimpers and low whines out as you watch her breathing grow heavier. Her chest heaves, her fingers tighten on the headboard, and she finally looks up at Wanda with a desperate expression.

"Please," she whispers.

Wanda must have nodded or something, because before you know it, Natasha's hips are shallowly thrusting the strap down your throat. Burying it deep inside you, she grinds her hips into your face, her breath coming out in sharp gasps as she cums.

You watch, your own arousal leaking harder around the strap Wanda was still fucking you with. Her strokes increase in pace, her hips slamming against you as she fucks you deeper.

"Good job, little toy," she purrs, one of her hands reaching down to rub fast circles over your hypersensitive clit. "Cum for Mommy."

The words have an instant effect on your body, your orgasm racing through you as the words leave her lips. You want to collapse on the bed, but the dildo is still lodged firmly in your throat, and Wanda's hand holding your hip doesn't allow for much movement. You're forced to take it, waves of pleasure coursing through you as Wanda fucks you through the orgasm, her hips finally stilling as she cums too.

"Do you want more?" Wanda asks, cutting through the pleasurable haze in your mind. She flips you over, Natasha's strap sliding out and hitting your cheek as you lie on your back. You can see Wanda's imposing figure between your legs, her dark red strap glistening.

"Yes, Mommy," you whisper, your voice slightly hoarse.

Wanda smirks, glancing up at Natasha. The tip of her strap prods your lips, and you dutifully open, moaning softly as she begins to fuck your mouth. Wanda slides her strap back inside you, and you relax as the two women start to thrust again.

"So perfect for us," Natasha murmurs. "Our perfect little toy."

"We should keep you stuffed all the time," Wanda says. "Filled up with Mommy and Daddy until you can barely think for yourself. Would you like that?"

muffled moans, lewd shlick sounds and the rustles of fabric could be heard inside natasha’s clinic. today had been unusually stressful day for the sole doctor of the underworld which caused her to seek out the help of her lover.

almost all of the time natasha feels the oncoming dreadful feeling of headache looming, she would settle it with a nice hot cup of tea of perhaps even a peaceful nap. but this time, since you were here beside her, helping her with her patients, she thought she could be greedy for once and seek out the familiar comfort of your touch instead.

the familiar comfort of your touch being the familiar feeling of your fingers scissoring her open in her own damn office of course.

natasha knew this was risky. the two of you were in her office and although it’s the dead middle of the night, possibly 3 or 4am, and that every last one of her patients were recovering in their own homes, anyone could walk in at any given moment. and they could see just how good you fuck her tight cunt open with only two fingers.

letting out another drawled out moan of your name, natasha bucks her hip into your hand, trying to add some pressure into her neglected clit. you were only massaging her warm insides and although she loved how gentle you were when spreading her dripping folds open, she also wanted you to be mean to her.

seeming to get the gist of what she wanted, almost as if you read her mind, your other hand slips down from where it was holding onto her love handles with a bruising grip down to her gushing pussy. she was so wet and you were only scissoring her and nothing more.

placing a kiss on the exposed skin of her neck, you spread her labia open with your other hand. opening her folds wide for anyone who would walk in and to see before adding pressure onto her vulva. the action seemed to please your tired wife as she lets out another moan. biting down on her lips to muffle her loud sounds of pleasure as she comes on your fingers.

she was embarrassingly loud today and the doctor couldn’t help but blush bright red. not only was she loud with her mouth, moaning, squealing and whining, she was also loud by her cunt. each time your fingers slid inside her glistening cunt, a loud shlick! sound would follow.

how embarrassing. anyone could walk inside her office and see her with her legs wide open, cunt all red and dripping for the world to see while you let her lean on your chest.

“l-love… can we change positions? i… i feel nervous like this” the doctor weakly moans, voice coming out in ragged breaths. yet despite her words, her body seems to have a different idea as her cunt tightens around your fingers. almost as if asking you to fuck her like this more.

“now now, nat. don’t worry, there’s nothing to think about. no one is awake and would come here” you reassure her gently, whispering sweet nothings into her ear in a low voice. of course you locked the door. it would be okay for you to be a little selfish with your wife for once, right?

so, with a renewed vigor, you angle your fingers to hit into her sweet spot every time you pull your fingers out before pushing back into her slick folds. not giving her much time to catch her breath got natasha squirming in your lap, high pitched whines and whimpers falling out at the overstimulation.

whispering all sorts of sweet nothings into her ear, your other hand that was spreading her vulva open travel up to her clit. flicking the hardened nub, it caused your wife’s legs to twitch, almost shutting close. but you prevent it with a few tuts, leaving her clit to spread her legs open again.

with her legs open and comfortable, you make sure to continue with your previous work. rolling your thumb over her clit, flicking it, pinching it between your forefinger and thumb — it all got natasha tightening around you.

throwing her head back on your shoulder, your tired wife lets out weak whimpers, pleads to let her cum and something feeling different this time. oh you knew exactly what was feeling different. you always knew.

with a perverted thought and your own stomach feeling hotter now, you slip a third finger inside. pinching her swollen clit, placing kisses to her flushed cheek as she drools and lets out open mouthed loud moans, you could feel her clench down on your fingers tightly.

just a few more pinches and fingers plunging deep into her sensitive cunt and natasha was squirting as her legs shake and hips tremble.

The meeting was just about to start and people started piling into the meeting room. I could feel my phone ringing in my pocket and decided I had just enough time to answer it before the meeting.

Wifey❤️

Hi baby just wanted to tell you I miss you and I can't wait before you get home.

Me

Hi my love I miss you too. What are you up to?

Wifey❤️

I'm just laying in bed watching a movie, what about you?

Me

Well I'm just about to have another boring meeting. What movie are you watching?

Wifey❤️

Fifty shades of grey ;)

Me

Well baby have fun with that I can't talk anymore the meeting is starting. Love you and I can't wait to see you back home🥰❤️

I put my phone under my thigh so no one would see it and it wouldn't disturb the meeting. I look up only to be met with the glaring eyes of my colleague Grant. He thinks he's better than everyone and I know for a fact that he’s jealous of my wife.

I could feel my phone vibrating under my thigh several times and I could feel the eyes of the people sitting next to me. I started getting annoyed by my phone and decided to look at it under the table. I could see several texts from my wife including many attached images.

The first image was a picture of Natasha in our bed in a red see through bralette and a pair of matching panties.

The second attachment was a video in which I could see her taking off her bralette and she started to play with her breasts. Her nipples hardened as she pinched and twisted them with her thumb and pinkie. FUCK i could feel how my clit startet to throb.

Wifey❤️

I've been thinking about you all day. I miss you so much, miss you sucking and biting on my tits. I can’t wait till you get home and mark what's yours mommy.

Me

Natalia, what do you think you're doing? You know you're not allowed to touch yourself without my permission.

Wifey❤️

I'm sorry mommy, I just couldn't help myself. I just got so horney watching the movie and then I imagined it was you and me and I just couldn't stop myself.

Image attached…

I opened the image and I could see her fingers started to travel from her breasts to down towards her stomach and under her underwear. Her hand started moving in circles and…

“Y/N, would you like to share with the rest of us what is so important on your phone.” Grant said with a smug grin.

“No, I really wouldn't.”

“Then I suggest you either put your phone away or get out of the meeting.”

"Of course, I’m sorry sir.” I was just about to put my phone away when I felt it vibrate.

Wifey❤️

Please mommy I need you I need to cum! I'm so wet for you I want your fingers in my tight pussy. Please mommy I can't cum without you!

Me

Do you have any idea of how much trouble you’re in? You're such a needy little slut! Just couldn't wait until mommy got home.

My clit was throbbing and I could feel how my cunt was dripping through my underwear. I really need to get out of this meeting before I explode.

"Excuse me sir” Mr Robert locked at me annoyed.

“What now Y/N”

“I have a family emergency at home, is there any way I could get out of this meeting early?”

Mr Robert sighed “Fine you can leave now but you have to catch up on what we talked about tomorrow.”

I scramble up my computer and all my papers to leave. “ Thank you sir, I will see you all tomorrow.”

I rushed to get out the door and headed to the elevator taking me down to the garage. While I waited for the elevator to get down I decided to respond to Natasha.

Me

God, I wished I could touch you! I would fuck you so hard you would forget your own name.

Wifey❤️

Please mommy need your fingers in me. I'm so close!

I heard the elevator ding signaling I was in the garage. When the silver doors opened I headed straight towards the car. The car fortunately had tinted windows and was soundproof so no one would be able to see or hear what should come next.

I hopped in the car and locked the door, I threw my things in the backseat and got my phone out from my back pocket before I unbuttoned my pants and pulled both them and my thongs down. I decided to call Nat.

Me

Fuck baby, answer the phone when I call. I need to hear you!

On the first signal she answered and I could hear her hard and fast breathing through the phone. I slipped my hand down towards my clit and drew tight circles around it.

“Natasha,” I said. She answered by whining. Poor baby was so close she could barely talk.

I moved my fingers harder and faster over my clit and I could feel a building knot in my stomach.

“Fuck baby you’re so hot! I wish I could feel your pretty pussy clench around my fingers as I fuck in to you. Bet it’s so warm and wet just gushing for mommy. Isn't that right baby?”

Natasha whined

“Use your words if you want to cum baby” My fingers left my clit and wandered to my entrance and I pushed three fingers in. I felt my arousal dripping onto the car seat as I pumped my fingers in at a fast pace.

“Please mommy I'm so close, please let me come!” God I could feel my cunt clench around my fingers at her begging and I felt the knot in my stomach getting tighter.

“Yes, be a good girl and come with mommy. I'm gonna count to three and then you can come okey?”

“Please”

“One” I sped up my fingers and my legs started to shake. “Two” I added my thumb to stroke my clit and my whole body tensed. "Three! Ohhh fuck baby mommy’s comming!”

“Ohhh mommy” I could hear Nats legs thrashing in the sheets and I heard her moan loudly.

We stayed silent as we tried to catch our breaths.

“Thank you baby, I really needed that” I hear her say through the phone.

You giggle as your back hits the bed.

Natasha playfully crawls on top of you, biting her lip in that seductive way she knows you go crazy for.

Whimpering slightly, you run your hands over the muscles of her broad shoulders, enjoying them for a moment before her hands are on your wrists. Squeezing tightly, she brings your arms above your head, leaning down and placing a swift kiss on your trembling lips.

"Stay still for us," she whispers.

Nodding, you watch Wanda walk up from behind her, placing a kiss on Natasha's shoulder as she winks at you.

"We're in for a treat tonight," she murmurs, her smirk identical to the one Natasha wears.

"We are?" You ask, perking up.

Wanda chuckles. "Not you, darling. You get to be a part of the fun, though. Isn't that wonderful?" She reaches down to gently stroke your cheek as she speaks. It makes your brain go fuzzy, and you nod dumbly.

She disappears from your sight, and you feel her hands near your hips. Natasha distracts you, leaning down and kissing you firmly. She bites your bottom lip slightly as she does, and you respond with equal enthusiasm.

You can feel Wanda inserting what feels like a small dildo inside you. It goes in easily; your arousal is plenty enough to lubricate it. Once it's in, Wanda does something that makes it inflate inside of you. There's no way the dildo will slip out.

"What…" you mumble as Natasha pulls away. She moves off of you, grabbing something from the nightstand.

Looking down, you see a large dildo attached to you. In your hazy mind, you put together the fact that the dildo inside you must be connected to this one. It rests comfortably against your clit, and you watch Wanda drizzle a healthy amount of lube over it.

"Don't you love our new toy?" Wanda asks, looking up at you, her eyes slightly lidded in arousal. "It's the strapless dildo we wanted to try. Lucky you, getting to try it first."

You go to say something in response, but Natasha quickly attaches a harness to your face. Sort of. A small dildo is placed in your mouth, preventing you from speaking as you suck on it. Natasha buckles the harness it's attached to, the buckles digging into the back of your skull. On the other side of the dildo inside your mouth is a large dildo.

Honestly, it looks like instead of a mouth, you've grown a dildo. You giggle at the thought.

"Aww, it looks like somebody is enjoying this," Natasha teases, her voice raspy. She turns to look at Wanda. "Where would you like to start, love?"

"I want her mouth," Wanda practically purrs. "You know how much I love watching those desperate eyes on me."

You let out a soft moan, the sound muffled by the dildo in your mouth. Wanda doesn't pay any attention to it, slowly stripping while Natasha watches with hungry eyes.

Her nipples are hard, and you fixate on them while she positions herself above you. You can see her arousal as she positions her thighs on either side of your head, and you breathe in deeply. She smells fucking amazing, and you can feel your arousal building as she slowly teases the tip of the dildo attached to your mouth.

"Keep those pretty eyes on me," Wanda murmurs. She smiles at your eager nod before lowering herself onto the dildo.

"Oh, fuck," she moans, sinking down on the toy. You watch with wide eyes, squirming as burning desire takes over you. "This feels so good, Tasha," she says, throwing her head back and gripping your hair as she bottoms out.

Her arousal smears over the base of the dildo, and you can smell it on the harness that's strapped around your head. It makes your brain go fuzzy with need.

Natasha has stripped as well, and you can feel her blunt nails digging into your hips while she lowers herself onto the strapless dildo. Unfortunately, you can barely feel anything but pressure against your clit as she starts moving. The mattress sinks and bounces with each thrust, and you whine as both women begin to move.

The room is filled with soft moans, yours included. Wanda is slowly lifting and lowering herself, at times grinding on your face with the dildo fully inside her. The only thing you can smell is her arousal and vanilla perfume. It invades your senses, and you grip the pillow behind your head in an effort to remain still.

"You're so perfect like this," Natasha rasps from behind Wanda. She's moving quicker than Wanda, roughly fucking herself on the toy. Her hands leave your hips, snaking around Wanda's body and grabbing her breasts.

The sight makes you whimper. Wanda bites her lip, letting out a low moan as Natasha kneads her breasts, her fingers pinching and twisting her hard nipples. She lets out a soft gasp as those long fingers roughly pull at her nipples, her hips moving harder against you.

You can feel your core tightening, a sign of your impending orgasm. Evidently, Natasha can tell, her hands suddenly moving away from Wanda's chest and slapping you harshly on the cheek.

"Don't you dare cum without permission," she spits out.

Wanda raises an eyebrow at you, seeing your wide eyes and desperate expression. "Oh, was somebody going to be a naughty girl?"

You try to shake your head no, but you can't. Wanda's pussy is clenching around the dildo muzzle you wear, her arousal engulfing your senses and sending your head reeling.

"Wanda, baby," Natasha groans, "I'm going to cum. Make her whimper, would you?"

Wanda moans in response, her hand gripping your hair painfully. She begins to grind harshly against you, her clit protruding as the dildo disappears inside her. It bumps against your nose, the added stimulation sending Wanda headfirst into an orgasm.

The fingers in your hair tighten painfully as she cums, and you whimper, the noise pathetic and loud. Natasha's hips stutter at the sound, jerkily slamming herself onto your dildo as she, too, reaches her climax.

"Fuck," she growls, her fingers digging into your waist. "Such a good little slut for us, isn't she?"

Wanda just nods, moaning softly as she rides out her orgasm.

"She's so perfect, so willing to let us treat her like this. She gets off on the degradation," Wanda murmurs, her words breathy as she trembles from the last bits of her orgasm. "Slap her again, Tasha."

You feel the slap before you can register the words. Your breasts burn, Natasha's hands sharply slapping them. You hope there are marks, the physical signs of being owned that make you feel content in ways you can't describe.

"Mmmph," you manage, not being able to form words.

"I think our little slut likes this," Wanda says, smirking down at you.

Natasha's face appears above Wanda's shoulder. She smiles at you, but it's not kind. It's full of sadism, her teeth sharp.

"She does," the woman murmurs, watching you with cold eyes. You feel your clit throb. "Why don't we switch places, hm? We can use our little toy all night long, love."

"Perfect," Wanda smiles at you. "She loves being our human dildo, doesn't she?"

Her hands grip your hair tightly as she asks, her head tilting while she waits for a response.

You feel your brain go completely fuzzy as you nod. It's true. You love being their toy, their perfect pet, their human dildo. You were happiest when these two women controlled your every move.

"Good girl," Wanda coos at you while they switch positions. Natasha smirks at you.

“I want to try something new tonight,” Natasha says, her fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. You’re lying on the couch, the solid weight of her body resting half on top of you while a Disney movie plays in the background. 

You hum, tilting your face away from the screen and towards her. Her cheek is pressed against your shoulder, her soft breaths hitting your neck, and her dark green eyes nervously glancing up at you. 

Her blonde hair is soft underneath your fingertips, and you stroke her head gently while you wait for her breaths to become even again. You know how stressful it is for Natasha to ask for things, especially since she’s not used to making her own choices. 

“So you know how I like it when you’re a bit… rougher?” Her voice is pitched slightly higher than usual, and you smile at the flush that spreads across her cheeks. Her eyes are locked on the screen, refusing to meet your gaze. You let it be, knowing now is not the time to be stingy about eye contact. 

“Yes, love. I like how desperate and needy you get when I’m rough,” you say, trying to help her get the words out. “Do you want me to do something more?”

Natasha takes in a shaky breath, but you can feel the steady beat of her heart underneath your palm. You keep stroking her hair, and after a few long moments, she opens her mouth and looks at you for the first time. 

“I want to try choking,” she whispers, her voice soft and quiet. It lacks the usual confidence she speaks with, so you know this is a vulnerable moment for her. 

“Of course, we can try that, sweetheart. I’ve wanted to wrap my hand around that pretty neck of yours, but I was waiting until you were comfortable enough.”

“Oh, well… I think I’d like it very much,” Natasha says with a note of finality, declaring the subject closed. 

Smiling softly, you press a kiss against the top of her head, her soft sigh melting into the skin of your neck. Her cinnamon-scented perfume fills your nose as you turn back to the movie, your mind running with possibilities for later that evening. 

Natasha’s hips move slightly against yours, and you can tell from the heat emanating from between her thighs that she’s thinking about it too. Perfect. You love it when she gets all worked up, she always cums harder when she’s needy.  

—

Your lips move fervently against Natasha’s as the end credits of the movie play. You press the mute button on the remote, before your hands are back on her waist and squeezing tightly. 

She’s moved from her position cuddling into your side, now fully straddling your waist as she moans softly into your mouth. Her hands are around your face, her fingers stretching onto the sides of your head and tangling with your hair. 

The weight of her warm body against yours is sending your senses into overdrive, and you push down the urge inside you to flip her onto her back and have your way with her. You want Natasha to enjoy what comes next, but also feel comfortable. So, you let her start at her own pace. 

That doesn’t include letting her roll her hips against yours. 

“Stay still, baby. I don’t want to have to pin you down this early in the night,” you say, your fingers digging into her hips as she gasps into your mouth. A low whine escapes her as she pulls her lips from yours to look at you with a wounded expression. 

Raising an eyebrow, you pin her with a look. 

“Okay, I’ll keep still,” Natasha says, and you know that it's a lie. She can’t help it, her needy core searching for friction when she gets desperate and fuzzy. You simply nod, letting her lips connect with yours again. 

You make sure to keep your movements slow, your tongue lazily pressing against her lips as her breathing gets heavier. Her chest heaves against yours, pressing firmly against you as her hands start moving, stroking your hair. 

Moving your hands slowly, you reach down to cup her ass, smiling against her mouth at the accompanying moan. Natasha rocks her hips once, before a sharp nip of your teeth against her bottom lip pauses the movement. She holds herself back, her clit begging to hump against something as it throbs uselessly in her pants. 

“Good girl,” you murmur into her mouth, speeding up the movements of your lips against hers. Your hands trail up her sides and in between your bodies, squeezing her breasts as she arches into you. 

Bringing one of your hands up further, you wrap the other around her waist and hold her tightly against you. Your fingers wrap gently around her neck, but not applying any pressure yet. 

Natasha moans, her pupils blown as you disconnect your lips from hers. She’s panting, her lips glistening and cheeks flushed. Her hips are moving slightly, and you smirk. 

“Color?”

“Green, please,” she gasps out. Dark green eyes close briefly, as if savoring the weight of your palm against her throat. 

You squeeze your fingers shut, applying pressure against the sides of her neck. Natasha swallows, and you can feel her throat bob beneath your grip. You take care not to press against her windpipe, only squeezing the sides of her neck. 

“Is this okay?” Your words are soft, your lips mere inches from hers. Natasha nods quickly, pressing herself further against your grip as she chases your lips with her own. You allow it, swallowing her moans as her lips move desperately against hers. 

Wrapping your hand fully around her throat, you apply more pressure. Natasha feels almost weightless, her head spinning and fuzzy as she feels her orgasm building. She can’t think, only focusing on how good she feels as you choke her while her hips move slightly against you. 

“Please,” she whines, the desperate sound causing a groan to escape you. 

“Please what, love?” 

“Fuck, uh… please choke me harder. I want to cum… god I’m so close just please- anything please,” Natasha pleads, her words hurried and desperate. 

You don’t respond, squeezing tighter as she gasps out the word green in response. Her hips are moving harshly against your stomach, grinding down onto your muscles in a frenzied manner. Smiling, you lean in, biting her neck softly and whispering, “Cum for me, Natasha.”

She cums, your hand wrapped around her throat as words of gratitude stream from her lips. Natasha’s hair falls over her shoulders as she looks down at you, your grip slowly releasing so as not to give her a headrush. 

“Thank you, I-” she pauses, catching her breath. “I love trying new things with you.”

“I love them too, baby. Thank you for trusting me,” you say. Kissing her, you let her pour her thanks into the movements of her soft lips. 

Smirking, you whisper against her lips, “Please let me know if you have any other fun things you want to try, I want you to share all your naughty little thoughts with me.”

Natasha blushes again, and you wrap her in a gentle hug.