#top!natasha

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natasha lets out a gruff exhale as she settles against the back wall of the elevator and it begins climbing the floors up to your shared apartment. she was exhausted from her mission, her feet sore and a deep ache settling into her bones. the lingering feeling of adrenaline had since ceased coursing through her veins, which allowed her to finally recognize the pain of the bruises and scrapes that now tattered her body.

injuries she didn’t mind so much, but she knew you would fuss over her. a part of her enjoyed it, while the larger part wished you believed her when she insisted she was okay. she was. she was used to being marred with injuries of all sorts. it had been a part of who she was her whole life.

as the elevator dinged, signaling the arrival to the “safe house” pent-suite, the doors parted and she immediately noticed how most of the lights were off. the dimness of the apartment was welcoming and it provided an easy path to where you might be in the light shining beyond the entry way into the main living space.

she was exhausted from her mission, but there was something else brewing inside of her that seemed to start bubbling over the moment she stepped foot into the space. she wanted you. she craved a very specific reunion—one that would make the stings and aches from the day long forgotten.

as she pads past the kitchen and to the couch placed against the wall where the bedroom lie on the other side, she noticed your body curled up under a blanket. you didn’t notice her yet, your eyes intent on your phone screen as you scroll through random media.

“detka?” she calls your attention to her as she stands behind the back of the couch adjacent to the one you were lounging on.

you perk up immediately, your legs swinging over the couch so your feet hit the ground as you sit up. “natty!!” you proclaim, standing up and scurrying over to welcome her home.

you wrap your arms tightly around her, burying your face into her neck. she embraces you with equal enthusiasm, her arms almost painfully tight as they wrap around you.

you pull away, your eyes scanning over her body for new injuries. you notice the dirt smudges covering the skin you could see, along with some dried blood, minor cuts and bruises.

“natalia…” you start, a small frown turning your features upside down.

“don’t start, (y/n). i’m fine.” she says with finality, though there was still a softness to her there as her finger traces down the side of your face.

you cradle her face between your hands, holding her with all the tenderness in the world. natasha exhales slowly through her nose, her hands coming up to wrap around your wrists. she didn’t want gentle. she wanted something more—something to wipe away the stress from the day.

in her head, flickers of what she wanted to do to you pass through her mind like images on a screen. a smirk curves up at her lips, a devious glint in her eye as you hold her face. there was a silent communication there—something you couldn’t ignore.

you recognize the look instantly. a switch had been flipped, or maybe it was already on and you just didn’t realize it at first. natasha could be the most attentive, passionate, and tender lover. she preferred drowning herself in your pleasure rather than her own. however, there were times when the tenderness faded and she became raw, possessive and commanding. you didn’t mind the different sides in her—you loved and cherished both, but tonight you weren’t prepared to face the latter.

it was your time of the month and as raw desire colored natasha’s features, you became all too aware of the pad currently worn between your legs.

you swallow thickly, her hands that were holding your wrists suddenly felt very hot.

“natty…” you begin, your lip pouting slightly. you didn’t want to deny her, not ever. but you being on your period would put a damper on things. you slide your hands down from her face and she lets your wrists go, your arms falling back to your sides.

she looks at you expectantly, though not at all put off by your hesitancy.

“i’m.. i’m on my period,” you admit softly, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. you avert her gaze, the intensity she held within hers made it too hard to look at.

you hear her scoff, the sound causing you to cringe slightly. you weren’t sure of the meaning behind it, but you didn’t have to wonder for long.

“and?” she demands, her pointer finger turning your chin upward. her green eyes pierce yours, the look of expectancy still there, just mixed with an impatient edge to it.

“and…uhm, well..i gue-“ you start your explanation but she quickly cuts you off, her hand grasping your jaw. she squeezes your cheeks together with her thumb on one side and the rest of her fingers digging into the skin on the other side, causing them to brush almost uncomfortably against your teeth.

“do you seriously think i care about a little blood?” she raises her eyebrows, her expression deviously amused. your heart begins to beat faster at her words and the force in which she’s holding you hostage. you’re almost embarrassed to admit to yourself that you find this display incredibly erotic.

you look up at her with expectant eyes, recognizing you held no control over this situation—unless of course you called your safe word, which you weren’t planning on.

“answer the question,” she demands, tightening her grip on your jaw ever so slightly. a low whine sounds from your throat and your eyes turn pleading as she maintains her coldness.

you shake your head in response. she releases your jaw, running a hand over the back of your head in a tender manner, contrary to the firmness previously displayed.

she widens her stance, using her hand to maneuver you to side step. she walks forward, pushing you backwards until the back of your legs hit the back of the couch. you barely manage to maintain eye contact with her as one of her hands travels down your torso, dipping into the waistband of your shorts. she wastes no time in finding the edge of your panties, maneuvering them to the side. your eyes widen at her forcefulness and she seemed completely unperturbed about the blood that had accumulated on your pad and was covering your cunt.

her fingers slip up and down your slit and you gasp at the hot feeling. it felt wet and sticky and your cheeks flame red as you realize it wasn’t just your arousal she was painting across your pussy.

“do you think this bothers me, baby?” she murmurs sweetly as she bends down to speak in your ear. your head falls back, your elbows propped back on the couch cushions as she begins circling your clit.

“tell me you didn’t think a little blood would stop me from taking what i want.” she grunts as she slides two fingers into your wet hole, your extra sensitive walls fluttering around her digits.

you whine, your legs becoming wobbly as you fight to keep them spread apart to allow her continued access.

“nat—“ you whimper but it turns into a sharp whine as she curls her fingers upward, the firmness of the action causing your whole body to jerk.

“no. not natasha.” she begins sucking on your earlobe, nipping at it in warning. your brain was quickly becoming scrambled, but you weren’t too far gone to forget what she wanted from you.

“no daddy. i-i didn’t think it would stop you!” you moan, her fingers curling so perfectly against your spongy spot. you could hear the sounds between your legs, muffled by the clothing that was still in the way.

natasha hums, pleased with your response. she withdraws her fingers, wasting no time in pulling your shorts and panties down your legs. she taps your ankle, signaling you to step out of them.

you expect her to resume her previous ministrations, so you’re surprised when she drops onto her knees and uses her strong hands to pry your thighs farther open. you barely have any time to register what was happening before her face is buried in your cunt.

you squeak in surprise, your hands finding her hair. you gather her red locks in your fists, unsure if you want to pull her closer or push her away. you were utterly humiliated and yet this was also simultaneously the hottest thing you’d ever experienced.

her tongue darts in and out of your cunt, the muscle forcing white hot pleasure to wash over your body. she wraps her lips around your clit, suckling on the bundle of nerves before releasing with a little pop. you rock your hips against her face, drawing her closer as she continues to suck and lick at your especially sensitive folds. you had heard once before that everything was more sensitive down there on your period, but this was the first time you were experiencing it.

“fuck, you’re making a huge mess,” she mutters, her breath hot against you as she makes out with your pussy. her hands are holding your hips firmly in place as she doubles down her efforts and uses her head to move her tongue firmly up and down your whole slit. the sensation was overwhelming, your hands pulling at her hair as you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching.

“daddy…daddy.. ‘m close!” you warn, your breaths coming in gasps as your body jerks and moves at its own accord.

natasha doesn’t respond, seemingly lost in her efforts to make you reach your peak. it was only moments later that everything came crashing down as your back arches and your hips grind firmly against her face.

she moans loudly into your pussy, her tongue and lips not letting up even as you begin to come down from your high. you knew she wasn’t going to stop. you shake your head in protest—though she can’t see it. your lower tummy aches, the feeling of being overstimulated causing you to try and push her head from between your legs. natasha’s not having any of it though as she simply lifts one of your legs over her shoulder and buries her tongue deep inside your opening again. you glance down at her, seeing the smudges of red on her cheeks and even on her nose. you whimper, too far gone to find it embarrassing now. natasha uses her fingers again, pumping two of them inside of you as she flicks her tongue from side to side on your sensitive bud. with no reprieve from your previous orgasm, you feel the second one quickly building. just before you’re about to warn her, she suddenly withdrawals her fingers and lifts her face from between your thighs.

“don’t move,” she commands, swiftly standing up and walking away towards the bedroom. you’re left standing there breathless as your body weight rests against the back of the couch. your chest rapidly rises and falls with your quick breaths, the room suddenly feeling very hot.

when natasha returns only a few minutes later, you notice her face is free of dried blood and there’s a strap on strapped atop of her clothing. she loved fucking you when she was still fully clothed.

“take off the rest of your clothes, baby,” she commands in a sweeter tone than she’s used almost all evening. she steps forward, helping you to remove your shirt and bra as your limbs were still slightly shaky.

“turn around.” you obey her swiftly, turning so your back was to her. she carefully maneuvers you down so your tummy was draped over the couch cushions. it wasn’t the sturdiest thing ever, but you knew she would make do.

you feel her hands grab fistfuls of skin in places where you were a little fuller. she loved grabbing at your hips and inner thighs.

she runs her palms up over the globes of your ass and gives your right cheek a smack before soothing the sting with a small squeeze.

“you remember your safe word?” she asks smoothly, gathering your hair in her one hand. you incline your head back towards her, nodding your head

“yes daddy,” you reply softly, your cunt dripping in anticipation.

“i’m not going to be gentle. call it if you need it, you understand?” she gives your hair a gentle pull, turning your head as far as it could comfortably go so you can see the flicker of softness on her face. you nod your head again, feeling a warmness bloom in your chest at her sweetness amidst the roughness.

after your nod of understanding, you feel the tip of natasha’s strap drag along your cunt. you moan, wanting to let your head fall to the couch cushions but natasha’s hand holding your hair kept your head propped up.

in one swift movement, she enters you. your hands clamber for something to hold onto, the couch pillows being the only thing you find. she slams her hips in and out of you. the wetness of your arousal mixed with blood provided enough lubrication to easily slide in and out. her free hand grips onto your hip and she grunts as she thrusts into you. she builds a fast rhythm, one that makes your head spin and your mind go completely blank. her hand that was fisting your hair pulls back, loud moans spilling into the room and reverberating off the walls as she fucks you like she owns you—which she does.

she murmurs a few things to herself which you don’t manage to make out through your own noise.

she doesn’t stop or let up until you’ve come two more times. she thrusts one, two, three more times before she cums herself, sweat dripping down the sides of her face and back of her neck from her efforts. she slumps on top of you, resting her weight there as you both catch your breath.

wanting to better take care of you, she gathers you in her arms and carries you to your shared bedroom. she starts a warm shower, knowing the two of you needed a good rinse off.

as she waits for the water to heat up, she swiftly strips out of her clothes and takes off the strap on before going back to tending you. she smooths your hair back behind your ear, caressing your face and murmuring sweet praises to you.

you nuzzle your face into her chest, seeking her warmth and gentleness. her nails drag lightly up and down your back, soothing your need to be taken care of.

the entire staff at the annual ski trip, snowed in the lodge rented out for all personnel yet here she was tearing you apart body from soul, her nimble fingers thrusting in your warm and inviting cunt. what she said last time, would be the last but it was a bold, blatant lie — the both of you knew, accepting her words for what it was, a person yearning to achieve the moral and just action but never quite achieving it. natasha romanoff has traded with the devil, atoning for her sins at a later moment, firmly finding fallen grace as she lapped and fucked your slick in and out of you.

both of your bodies slippery wet, her toned and firm muscles in her forearms hard at work as the pearly white tile in the shower gave her knees a slight bruise, not that she really minds. a temporary marking on her body, tortuous as it reminds her of the one thing she hates to admit to herself….she’s too weak to give up these moments with you. she wears she sees god and all the constellations placed in the midnight sky when you cum for her.

you’re holding back, that much is clear, your grip on her hair tightens, pulling at the wet strands as the waterfalls on her perfect ass, the one you love so intensely. last night, she let you fuck her for the first time in this nine month arrangement, it’s more than you had bargained for, but fuck hearing her sing for you. delicious chants of your name spilling from her perfectly plump, heart shaped lips as you plowed her like she was a farmer’s daughter, your strap flirting with her cervix as she sunk into the bed. she took every bit of it, demanding for more and you weren’t one to argue, not when slight murmurs of mommy fell from her sinful tongue.

“this is what you wanted, right?” with greed in her eyes, she sucks your clit in your mouth, suckling on the bundle of nerves. practically living in her mouth, she spells her name out with her tongue, her fingers at a rapid pace as you grind against her face.

“nat—” involuntarily, you whine. your natural brat behavior comes boiling to the surface. her blunt fingernails claw at your abdomen as her hips grind against the hair. the louder you get the more needs she becomes for release.

at the very least, she needs to bring you to one. deep in her bones, natasha’s sure she needs your cum painting her face like you were made to do.

“that’s daddy to you, fucking brat.” she slips a third finger into your weeping cunt, your tits bounce as you ride erratically, pretending it was the nine inch strap, the baby blue plastic cock that fades into pink, filling you up.

“daddy, thought you said you didn’t want this pussy again?” natasha almost doesn’t catch it, to pussy sucking your slit back in her mouth when she’s not barking orders at you. it’s what you fucking deserve, her cruelty, fondling her breasts in the kitchen when anyone one of her employees could have walked in. devastatingly, there wasn’t one plea to stop you. she let you touch her, slowly unbutton the white crispy button up as you sucked on her nipple, your teeth grazing the sensitive pierced flesh, tongue circling the pebbled bud before moving on to the next. intentionally, your free hand squeezing the one not being used. there was nothing in the world you love less than her tits.

for just a moment, you thought about how full they must have been when she had her daughter, lactating onto her shirt. fuck, you’d suck every last drop if she would have let you, but back then you were just some bright-eyed assistant pining after a married woman. now, you’re getting fucked by her, post separation from her wife. the woman whose lack of sex drive killed their relationship, along with the cheating natasha later found out about, so she did the one thing that knew would piss off her now ex-wife.

fucked the assistant she always knew that pissed her off to no end.

was it really your fault? secretly, she took pride in blaming you for the situation at hand. you had the perfect tits, the supple ass she could spend hours fucking her tongue with, the pussy she would fuck into your folds were puffy and whiny, the clit she would rub and pinch until she saw those pretty eyes roll back. as if it were fate in the stars, or just the fact she loves fucking you, natasha would make it happen more often than not.

she told herself it would just be a one time thing but then she tasted your pussy, sending her into an insatiable frenzy. the first time she heard you moan, hands gripping her desk tightly as she spanked your ass with every thrust of her hips, her cock hitting you with such a brute force, you didn’t even know it was capable. natasha didn’t even know she liked being called daddy until she heard it from you, now she needs it like a fucking fix. if she doesn’t get it, she become irritable, yelling at any and every staff member, hounding them to send you to the office to your office, m’gonna to ream her fucking ass, but little did anyone else know she meant it in a literal sense.

“mhm, i think someone is ready to be good for daddy. so fucking close, aren’t you slut? c’mon yeah? think you can be extra good and cum on my tits? i’ll let you clean it up with your tongue, yeah?” her sinful, deprived, fucking hot words make your body slump against the shower door, your pussy squirting instantaneously as she purposely buts a bounce to her movements, perfect breasts taunting you as she nudges your puckered hole with her pinky, rimming some of your slick with it.

natasha peaks up through her eyelashes, hooded eyes drunk on the sweet taste of your cunt, watching as you crumble into yourself. your hips bucking, even convulsing as you paint her face, her throat, and more gloriously even your tits. even more so, you’re thankful the water from the shower head is cascading down her tattooed spine, wanting the privilege of cleaning it up herself.

the older woman is unrelenting as her fingers rub over your clit at a rapid rate, your cunt unwillingly to stop as your cum coats her in it.

“good fucking girl, oh fuck, so good for me. soak daddy’s tits, yeah?” you whimper out her name, another cry of pleasure is released when she fucked your cum back into you. reminding you of just how violently she can make your orgasms be.

quickly you muster as much strength as you come down from your high, pinning her against the glass door, licking and sucking at her full breasts. you spend even more time sucking on them than you did before. pushing them together as you suffocate yourself motor-boating the most perfect pair of tits in the world as natasha moans and slightly giggles as you do so. natasha throws her head against the glass as your skilled tongue flicks over her sensitive nipples, pulling at the barbell, pushing it back and forth as you suck it back into your mouth, releasing with an obnoxious pop before moving to the next.

“m’gonna cum if you don’t stop.” you’re surprised from the confession but you move past it before gently whispering in her ear after you’ve licked every last bit of your cum off of her. “can’t have that now can we? not when i know you’re dying to have my cock inside you, again.”

natasha lets you fuck her on the bed, then against the dresser as she sits on the top holding her knees to her chest as you piston fuck her into another dimension, and when the two of you are finally spent for the night, she wonders why she thought she wanted to get out of this. if she has to pay for your salary herself so be it, the last thing she has on her mind as she falls asleep holding you is if she’s going to fire you.

“hi princess.”

you jump slightly, but quickly abandon your coloring to spin around in your chair. your face lights up with a large grin at the sight of your girlfriend in the doorway, a little bruised from her mission but she was home.

“mommy!” your arms stretch out to her, making grabby hands. natasha chuckles at your antics and drops her duffel bag, quickly making her way over to you. she slides onto your lap and her lips mold onto yours quickly. you slither your arms around her waist and let out a quiet moan of appreciation at the feeling of finally having her lips on yours again.

the kiss gets heated quickly, natasha’s hands travelling down to grope at your boobs, resulting in another moan falling from your lips.

natasha pulls away, smirking down at your flushed state as you look up at her in awe. her fingers start to play with your nipples, making your mouth drop open with a gasp as you squirmed beneath her.

“you good, princess?” the pet name falling from natasha’s lips making your head spin. you nod dumbly at her question, hips bucking when one of natasha’s hands slither up to grip your throat.

“my pretty princess, have you been good this week? you didn’t touch yourself?” natasha questions, her smile widening when you nod your head quickly.

“you must be so needy for mommy now hm? do you want mommy to make you feel good?”

“want to taste mommy.. please?” you look up at your girlfriend with pleading eyes and her eyes darken with lust. clambering off you, she is quick to pull you up and drag you to the bed. she strips you down and pushes you onto the bed, a raise of her eyebrow is enough to have you scrambling into the middle.

your eyes stay trained onto natasha as she strips, mouth watering as she reveals her toned body to you. your eyes zero in to the apex of her thighs and you feel a jolt of arousal when you see the glisten of her slick.

“does my princess want me to sit on her face?” natasha’s husky voice breaks you out of your trance like state.

“yes please mommy!”

natasha obliges easily, having missed you just as much as you missed her. she lets out a low moan of appreciation as she settles on top of your face, your tongue quickly getting to work.

“oh- oh you’re doing such a good job my princess.” natasha moans out as her hips start to grind on your tongue. you let out a moan of your own, the praise and the sounds from natasha making your own thighs clench in arousal. you suck her swollen clit into your mouth, causing natasha to grind down even harder on your face.

“oh baby, that’s it. right there don’t stop,” natasha gasps, her hips picking up speed as she gets closer to her peak. you double your efforts, flicking her nub with your tongue.

“fuck- princess-” a loud moan cuts her off as she finally falls over the edge. you hum appreciatively as she trembles atop you, her sweet cum flooding into your mouth. you continue to lap at her cunt as she slowly comes down from her high, only stopping when she pulls away.

natasha has a content smile on her face as she settles down next to your head. she reaches out to caress your face, fingers swiping her juices into your waiting mouth. you hungrily suck on her fingers, your hips bucking into the air as you feel the stickiness in between your thighs grow.

“my good girl, you did so well.” natasha coos softly and you feel your thoughts slip further away at the praise.

“look at you, such a needy princess. you want mommy to help you, hm? need mommy to make you feel good?” you nod dumbly at her words, your tongue still swirling around her digits.

natasha’s dominant hand goes towards your centre and she feels herself swell with pride when she realises how drenched you are.

“you want mommy’s finger princess? or would you like my tongue? maybe..” the redhead presses onto your clit, causing you to let out a sharp cry, back arching at the sensation. “maybe both? you’ve been so good, my princess deserves a reward.”

pulling her fingers out of your mouth, her soaked fingers move to play with your erect nipples and she settles in between your legs. the redhead can feel her mouth water at how absolutely wrecked you looked. your clit was throbbing with need and she could see your hole clenching around nothing.

not wanting to waste another second, natasha moves to suck your nub into her mouth. she’s rewarded with a loud “mommy!” as your hands fly to her head, gripping it tightly. she uses her tongue to flick at it, her free hand teasing your entrance.

“please mommy please! inside please mommy please..” your words start to jumble together, as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm you. natasha easily slides two fingers into you, a loud squelching noise fills the room as she starts to thrust at a steady pace.

her tongue continues to work at your clit while she finds your g-spot, expertly curling her fingers to reach it. your body starts to thrash and convulse as you tether over the edge. but you knew better than to cum without mommy’s permission.

“mommy, mommy i’m gonna cum, please? please can i cum?” you blabber out as you do your best to hold it.

natasha groans to herself, pleased at how well mannered you are. she pulls away from your centre, voice low as she speaks.

“of course, you’re such a good girl for asking. cum for mommy, go on my princess.”

you let out a choked gasp as you finally fall headfirst into an intense orgasm. natasha dips her head back to suck on your clit, fingers moving slowly as she helps you ride out your high.

you blink your eyes open slowly as you try to regain your senses. your eyes flicker down to where natasha is still in between your legs, a slight pink dusting across your cheeks at her loving gaze.

“hi mommy.” you speak softly, voice hoarse from earlier.

“hi my princess. you feeling okay?” natasha presses a gentle kiss at your inner thigh and you nod in affirmation. “i’m going to pull out now, okay? then i’ll go get us some water before we take a shower together?”

“okay. kiss please mommy?” you request, a small pout on your lips. natasha lets out a small laugh at your antics, moving upwards to give you a loving kiss before heading to the kitchen.

natasha returns quickly with the water, helping you rehydrate before you both take a shower together. you help natasha wash her hair and body, pressing soft kisses at every bruise you come upon. natasha does the same, washing your hair for you as well as peppering your face with kisses at any time she can. the giggle you let out each time she does it makes her swoon.

once you’re both clean, she guides you back to bed where you settle next to her. curling into her side, you sigh in contentment at the way her arms make you feel so safe.

“i love you mommy. thank you for everything.” you mumble softly into her neck, pressing a soft kiss at the exposed skin.

You hated these parties more than anything. They’re not your people, it’s not your scene, and you hate how much attention your girlfriend gets. Her power is ridiculously hot to you, but not just to you. Women practically swoon when she talks to them. They flock to her like birds, all squawking desperately, all with the most seductive faces they can put on. You hate it.

What you can’t stand more than anything though is when Natasha gives in just for a moment, when she acknowledges their attempts, when she reciprocates. You know she does it to rile you up and make you march over and claim her, but it still hurts. 

“Oh, he takes us there every summer! Me and the kids, the whole lot, we pack up and head to the beach house. I mean, Frank spends his time in his office anyway so I’d hardly call it family time, but...” Martha or something rambles on in front of you, chewing on her fifth mini quiche. It’s hard enough to focus when you’re not interested in the conversation, even harder now that your eyes have caught your girlfriend across the room.

Your girlfriend. With a fucking blonde bimbo in the tightest lace dress you’ve seen, leaving absolutely no room for imagination. It’s clear that she’s throwing herself at Nat, laughing with her head thrown back, pressing her arms together to push her breasts up. What makes it worse is Nat doesn't look at you like she usually does with her teasing, knowing smirk. Instead, she leans in and brushes her fingers up and down the blonde’s arm.

“And Andy, the little rascal, he’s five now and...” You give Martha a tight smile and nod, pretending to be engaged but your eyes quickly drift back to Nat. She’s still refusing to look at you and you know she can feel your eyes on her, she has to.

“Excuse me.” You mumble to Martha and take a deep, shaky breath before making your way over to Nat. But you pause in your tracks, nearly bumping into a waiter, when Nat’s fingers move up to twist the blonde’s hair and tuck it behind her ear. Her thumb brushes the blonde’s jawline before dropping down. You’re not entirely sure what you even feel right now. It doesn't look fake. It looks real, like Natasha wants her as she smiles at her and subtly bites her bottom lip.

You try shake off the tight feeling in your chest, swallowing down any cries or gasps that want to come out, and continue marching to the pair. Nat sees you first, giving you a warm smile as her eyes lit up. The blonde bitch sends you a glare at the interruption, seeing Natasha’s attention stolen from her.

“Hey, love, I was-” You don’t want to hear anything, no excuses, no sweet words.

“I want to go home.” You interrupt her and the redhead quirks a brow, a surprised look on her face.

“Manners.” Nat says in a strained tone, gesturing to the blonde next to her.

“Natasha, I’m going home. With or without you.” There’s no hesitation in your voice, angered by her still giving attention to the blonde. Natasha clenches her jaw, reaching out for you but you’ve walked away quickly, marching outside without so much as a nod of goodbye to anyone.

You’ve been waiting in the car for almost 10 minutes before Natasha finally comes out. You refuse to look at her, even though you know she looks amazing in her black dress, hair flowing from the light wind. No matter how much you try push it out of your head, it’s so obvious she wanted her. That look on her face, the touch of her hand, her thumb brushing her cheek was nowhere near friendly. You can’t fake that.

“Want to explain yourself?” Natasha clears her throat before asking in a steady voice. You roll your eyes at her. Explain yourself? She’s the one that was flirting with that bitch right in front of you.

“Do you want to explain yourself?” Your girlfriend sends you a killer glare that you can see reflected through your window. You still refuse to look at her.

“Drop the attitude or I’ll fuck it out of you.” Her hand leans over to dig into your thigh but you shove her hand away and make a show out of moving away from her, legs pressed together against the car door.

“Sure you don’t want to go fuck that whore?” You spit out with venom, clenching your jaw and crossing your arms over your chest tightly. Natasha smirks, glancing at you.

“It’s not hard to just say you’re jealous, kitten.” She says teasingly and you can’t control yourself anymore. You huff out and turn to face her, anger on your face.

“Pull over.” You demand, and Nat has the power, she always does, but she pulls over anyway. It’s dark and cars are flying by; no one will see the two of you. But you wish they could. You wish they could all see you, see Natasha unbuckling her seatbelt and shrugging off her coat. You wish they’d see you shifting to push the seat back, see you take your coat off quickly and twist your fingers with Natasha’s locks, tugging until your lips crash together.

The car shakes a little when Natasha climbs on top of you and you practically fall back onto the seat. It’s a fight for dominance and she's surprised you’re even fighting. She always wins. But not this time. This time you bite down on her bottom lip as a warning, running your fingers up and down her body until they dig into her curves.

“Oh, you want to top Mommy?” Natasha chuckles against your lips, pulling away to let the two of you breathe for a second. 

“My Mommy. I can fuck you whenever I want.” You growl out and sink your teeth into her bottom lip again. Your bodies move together in sync, Natasha’s hips rolling against yours as she grinds on your thigh.

“Then fuck me.” She whispers into your ear, biting just below it to earn a moan from you. The grin she gives you is sinister and seductive all in one, arms draped over your shoulder, fingers scratching along the back of your neck.

Your urgency becomes pure instinct, need, animalistic desire as you pull her into a bruising kiss, a clash of teeth, tongue, lips. Everything that is Nat takes over your sense; her taste, scent, sounds, the way her hot body feels on top of you. You lift her dress up to let her straddle you better, fingers digging into her exposed thighs. Your kisses drift to her neck, sucking harshly, tongue licking over your marks.

“No mark-” She tries to moan out but you growl and bite down hard, earning a gasp from her.

“Yes marking.” There’s no room for argument in your tone, even from your Mommy. She was already grinding desperately, but when your fingers brush between her legs over her soaked panties she rolls her hips like a maniac, moaning above you. “So wet. For me? Or for her?” You whisper with a wet kiss to her neck. She groans and rolls her hips down harder, heavenly sounds finding their way to your ears.

“You, kitten. Only you. Now fuck me before I lose my patience.” Nat demands and you obey, pulling her panties to the side and sliding your fingers through her wet folds. You waste no time in pushing two fingers into her, earning a filthy moan directly into you ear. Nat’s legs tighten around you, hands tugging harshly on your hair as she slowly starts bouncing up and down. 

All you can see are the top of her breasts and your other hand is occupied kneading her ass and guiding her in riding your fingers. You do the only thing you can think of and bite her dress, tugging it down. 

“Fuck. Such a desperate whore for Mommy, aren’t you? You want me that bad, kitten?” Nat manages to breathe out, controlling her moans. You do want her, so bad, all the time. You internally thank the universe that she decided to go braless, and latch your mouth around a nipple. You suck expertly, flicking your tongue over her hardening bud and curling your fingers as she rides them.

Moments like this are rare because Nat doesn't let you take control. Even now, she’s still trying to keep her control, establishing her dominance over you. She never really gives into her pleasure. She never gives into you. And that fucking hurts.

“Let go. Just let go, Nat.” You plead, pushing a third finger into her. She stretches around you, swallowing your fingers in, letting out strained moans. Your thumb rubs over her clit and her pussy throbs tightly around you. You know she’s close, but you don't want her to cum until she completely lets go, until she’s all yours. “Please. Let go.” You move your thumb and dig your nails into her ass cheek making her slow down.

“Don’t tease me, kitten.” Natasha growls, her hand coming to wrap around your neck. She pulls you into a bruising kiss, nipping your bottom lip. She’s holding back, and as much as you respect her decisions and preferences, this hurts. You sigh into her mouth and move your thumb up to rub quick and hard circles over her clit. You push your hand up to fuck her harder, meeting her desperate grinds. “Oh, fuck, good girl. Mommy’s good girl.” Her hand tightens around your neck, eyes fluttering closed when she cums around your fingers, juices flooding your palm. She’s so beautiful, flames in her hair, pillowy lips hung open, full breasts bouncing. But you want more. You feel terrible about it, but you want more and she won't give herself to you. She wouldn’t flirt with or want anyone else if she was truly in love with you the way you are with her. “Good girl.” Nat breathes out as she climbs off you and shuffles back to her seat. You sit in silence for a minute or two as she fixes her dress, turning the car back on.

“Take me home.” The shakiness in your voice has her head snapping to the side quickly, scanning your features, but you won't let her see you. You face the window, your body pressed up against the car door.

“Baby, are you okay?” She asks cautiously, hand coming out to touch your arm but you flinch away. You can’t ignore the ache in your chest anymore, you can’t keep the images of her touching that blonde out of your head.

“Please. Just take me home.” A single tear slides down your face and you pray to God she can’t see it. You don’t want to cry in front of her.

“O-Okay. We’ll be home soon, my love.” She drives onto the road and almost swerves at your next words.

“No. My home. Not yours.” Your voice is less shaky this time but it scares her nonetheless because she’s never heard it before. She’s never heard or even seen you this upset, not directed at her at least. Nat silently drives you to your shared loft, worrying and panicking over what she could have possibly done to hurt you in mere seconds.

“Can I pick you up tomorrow? For dinner?” Nat hesitantly asks when she pulls up to your street, fingers tapping on the wheel. You let out a sigh and finally face her, tears all dried up but she can still see that you’ve been crying. When your eyes lock onto hers you can’t help but tear up again, lips quivering. “I’m so sorry. Please, just-” It’s too much, it hurts too much and you can’t just ignore it anymore.

“You can’t just-just do that! You can’t give attention to someone else like that, attention that should be mine. You should be mine, Natasha! But it doesn’t feel like you are.” Your voice cracks a little but you don’t let that embarrass you. You’re more embarrassed that you’ve been with her for this long and she still hasn’t given you all of her.

“I am, baby, I’m all yours, I don’t want her. I don’t want anyone else.” Nat pleads with her hands grabbing yours but you pull away quickly. The hurt expression on her face makes you want to break out into a sob but you hold back. Not in front of her, not when she’d never cry in front of you.

“I don’t have all of you. You won't let go.” Her brows come together in confusion as she huffs out in frustration.

“What are you-”

“You hold back so much, Nat. I give you all of me, I’ve been giving you all of me for months now and you’re still scared to let go.” You’re not completely stupid, you understand that as a dom it can be harder to be vulnerable. But this isn’t just sex. She’s not just your dom, she's your girlfriend. You’re her girlfriend, and it’s been months and she still hasn’t told you she loves you too. Seeing her flirt with someone else and make it look so real doesn’t help her case. There’s only so much you can take before you break.

“Y/N...my love, please, just let me take you back to my place and we’ll talk it out. Okay? Please.” She tries to put on a calming smile on her face but it comes off desperate and you feel terrible. You know she’s scared but giving into her won't make her push to fight through that fear.

“I can’t. I can’t do this right now.” You open the car door, ignoring her pleading, sobbing as your voice cracks.

“Wait, Y/N, wait, please!” Nat cries out but you slam the door shut and you're already running up into your building. “Shit. Shit!” She slams her open hand against the car wheel, letting out a frustrated sigh. Did she...did she just lose you?

It’s only an hour before Natasha’s texting you, spamming your phone with apologies. But it’s clear she’s not understanding exactly what she’s even apologising for, so you turn your phone off and sit with your roommates watching whatever movie the channel is showing.

When you first met Natasha, bumping into her at a small coffee shop, you were so struck by her beauty you’re pretty sure you fell in love right then and there. She paid for a new coffee, and then another, and another, and you didn't sleep that night because all you could think about was Natasha’s forest eyes and Natasha’s heavenly laugh and Natasha’s pillowy lips that you wanted to kiss so bad - you’re 100% sure you didn't sleep because of the caffeine but you like making the story romantic.

She didn’t wait three days like the unspoken rule usually is, but texted you the next morning asking to meet for a coffee again before work. What started as 30 minute coffee dates turned into hour long lunches and two hour long dinners and night long love making. You love her and you told her fairly quickly, only four months in but she didn't push you away. She pulled you into her and kissed you so softly with nothing but emotion. But she didn’t say it. Hasn’t said it and it’s been months since then.

You know she’s had trouble in the past with her emotions, you know about her trauma and her ex and everything else she’s ever been through. But her telling you is different to trusting you. It’s not really trusting. She trusts you with information, but not with herself, not with her body, with her mind, her soul. She’s holding back so much and you can’t take it anymore because it’s been so long now that you think she’s waiting. She’s waiting for the right time to leave, to be with someone else. Not because you’re not good enough but because she’s afraid. You don’t want to spoon-feed her. She has to be scared enough to just let go and be vulnerable, be herself with you.

As much as you want her, you deserve to have someone who wants you desperately too. You deserve the same love back, and if she can’t give it because she’s too scared of love, then there’s nothing you can do about it. You can’t be patient forever.

The next morning a bouquet of flowers were in your living room with a note from Natasha saying she’s sorry and hopes you have a good week. When you got back home from work there was a basket of treats that your roommates had already devoured, bu they were generous enough to leave the note from Nat saying none of these treats are as sweet as you.

When your loft had been filled with flowers, chocolates, cakes, and muffins by the end of the week you had no choice but to angrily drive up to Natasha’s building.

“Oh! Good evening, Miss Y/L/N. Good to see you.” Her doorman greeted you like he usually does, but with a surprised expression. The creases on his forehead got wider as his brows shot up. He shoots a kind smile towards you though, excited to see you.

“Hey, Bill. How you doing? How’s the grandkids?” You ask him with a grin of your own, folding your hands in front of you politely.

“They’re perfect, thank you for asking.” He smiles wider at the mentioning of his grandkids, even wider at the realisation that you remember your conversations with him.

“Is Nat up?” You ask gesturing to the door. He holds the door open for you, stepping in for a moment with you.

“Yes, Miss Romanoff is in, but she only arrived a few minutes ago.” Just a few minutes ago? You look at him a little confused before giving him a nod and slowly walking backwards to the lifts.

“Oh. Okay, thanks, Bill.”

“Enjoy your evening, Miss Y/L/N.” He waves you off and steps back outside with his hands behind his back. 

Just a few minutes ago? It’s late. Too late for her to still be at the office. If there was a party she would have invited you, she always does. Even if you’re upset with her, she would have. You shake away the idea that she might have been with someone else, with a woman, and click the button for the penthouse.

She’s waiting for you by the time it dings open, eagerly standing near the lift. She catches you off guard, stepping into your personal space and going for a hug, but she stops herself halfway realising you might not want it. Nat’s hands drop down limply by her sides as she chews on her bottom lip and tries to get you to look at her.

“Hi.” You whisper out when you finally meet her eyes.

“Hey. Hi. What are you-How are you? How’ve you been?” She stutters nervously, playing with her hands in front of her. You’ve never seen her this nervous before. You take a step forward and wrap your arms around yourself, hugging yourself tight. 

“I’m okay, Nat.” You sigh out.

“Oh. That’s good. I’m glad.” You two stand there in awkward silence for a moment as the lift doors shut. There’s soft music playing in the background so you know she was about to draw herself a bath.

“Listen, I came to tell you to stop sending-” You start but she interrupts.

“I love you.” She says with absolutely no hesitation, looking you directly in the eyes. Your breath gets caught in your throat, almost choking on it at hearing her words. You’ve wanted to hear them for so so long, but the desperation in her eyes makes you think it’s still not authentic. “I-I’m sorry. I should have let you finish. Carry on.” You just stare at her with your mouth hung open in disbelief. “What?” 

“You-You can’t just say that and tell me to carry on like nothing happened!” She flinches at your words, rubbing a hand over her forehead with a loud sigh. She walks back until she’s leaning against the couch.

“So you get mad at me because I hold back, and get mad at me when I don’t? Baby, you’re really confusing me.” She chuckles out, pleading you with her eyes. You know she’s trying so you just sigh and walk over to the minibar in the corner of the living space.

“I need a drink.” You fix yourself a drink in silence, making her one too. She sits on the couch and waits until you put her drink down on the table and sit across from her.

“So...” She starts and clears her throat. You’re not even sure what you want to talk about anymore. You just...you were mad, so mad and so hurt but now you just miss her. Seeing her makes you miss her even more.

“So.”

“I love you.” She bursts out and you give her a stern look, almost choking on your drink.

“Natasha.” She scoffs at your response, leaving her martini on the table and leaning over resting her arms on her thighs.

“What? I do. I love you. God, it’s so easy saying it now that I’ve said it once. I fucking love you, Y/N.” She laughs out, relief in her expression. Her eyes are brighter - still desperately looking at you - and her lips stretch into a small smile.

“Natasha, are you sure you’re not just saying it because you think it’s what I want to hear?” You reason with her gently, placing your drink down.

“I-Is it...not?” She looks even more confused now, cowering back into her seat.

“It is, but I want you to mean it. I want you saying it because you want to, because you want me and trust me enough to be vulnerable with me.” You soften your voice to try get her to understand you. She frowns at your words and rushes around the table to you with purpose. You take in a harsh breath as Natasha gets in front of you, dropping herself to her knees between your legs. She takes hold of your face in her hands and strokes your cheeks gently with her thumb.

“I can’t-I can’t lose you. I can’t. I’m more scared of losing you than of...giving you all of me. I love you, Y/N, I’ve been in love with you for so long. I just-I don’t know how to do this. This intimacy thing and-and opening up, and just being me, and part of it is because I don’t even know who me is. I. I is. Am. I am.” Nat speaks truly, stuttering at the end while she corrects her grammar. You can’t help but giggle at her confused and slightly embarrassed expression. She laughs along with you lightly, eyes lighting up when she hears your laughter, sees you smiling down at her.

“Dork.”

“Your dork.” Nat corrects you, leaning in to brush her nose against yours. “I’m sorry. For flirting with her like that. I was stupid, so stupid. I only want you, Y/N, no one but-” She rambles on but you’ve already forgiven her. She’s literally on her knees for you, pleading, being as true as she possibly can about how she feels. It’s raw and unfiltered and just Nat. You cut her off with your lips on hers, swallowing her gasp.

Her hands cling onto your cheeks, scared that if she lets go you’ll disappear. Yours dig into her hair, pulling her closer to you. Your senses are overtaken by Natasha, her scent filling your nostrils and hypnotising you. Everything about her is always so intoxicating to you.

“I love you.” She mumbles when you break lips to change angles. “I love you.” She breathes out again, slipping her tongue into your mouth. God, it feels amazing hearing her say it, so much so when there’s emotion dripping out of her tone, her kisses, her eyes. They’re dripping, you can feel the wet tears on your cheeks rubbing together but you don’t pull away. You dig your nails into the back of her neck desperately, brows scrunching together as you pour all your love into kissing Natasha.

“Off.” You breathe out, tugging on the plain shirt she’s wearing. She pulls it off quickly, breaking the kiss for a moment but coming right back to you. It’s sloppy and a mess, but it’s her. 

“Bedroom.” Nat mumbles and grabs your hand, stumbling up and to the bedroom, trying to strip her clothes off on the way. She pushes you against the closed door, lips attacking your neck drawing out soft whines from your throat.

“Please...”

“I’ll give you anything you want, kroshka (little one).” Nat whispers and sinks her teeth into your neck, hand raising your thigh up to wrap around her waist. Her nails scratch along your skin and you want to feel more.

“I want your...your cock. Please, Mommy.” Hearing the magic words was all Natasha needed. The redhead gives you a soft smile, kissing you gently as she turns you around and moves you towards the bed. She lays you down, keeping your lips locked together.

“Undress for me, kroshka.” She whispers and leaves you with a quick peck, rushing off to her walk-in closet. You quickly undress yourself, undergarments included, and wait for Natasha to come back. You can feel how slick your thighs are, how wet and soaked you are for Natasha already, just from kissing her. Your hands drift down your body until they reach your heat and slide through your folds.

“Fuck.” You moan out and roll your hips against your fingers, circling your clit. God, you want her so bad that even this doesn't feel good. Touching yourself like this doesn't feel as good as kissing Natasha.

“My, my. That desperate that you couldn't wait for Mommy?” Natasha tuts, smirking when you gasp and look up at her. You sit up on your arms, breasts bouncing a little and Nat’s eyes immediately fall to them, green turning a darker shade. She’s naked with nothing but her strap, walking over to the bed with purpose in her movements. Like a predator she climbs onto the bed and crawls to you, kissing up your leg, thigh, purposely missing your core. She latches onto a breast, sucking your nipple into her mouth and flicking her tongue over it.

“Oh, Natty.” You moan out, hands tugging on her locks gently. She practically purrs at that, lapping at your nipple before leaving a line of wet kisses up your neck, jaw, until she kisses your lips softly. “I want you...want you bad.” You breathe against her full lips, nails scratching down her back. She rolls her hips gently, cock brushing through your folds, teasing your entrance.

“You have me, moya lyubov’ (my love). You’ll always have me.” Nat says soothingly, reassuringly, nose brushing against yours. She thrusts her hips forward a little, pushing her cock into you gently. You gasp at how soft the movement is, how gentle her eyes are staring into yours with adoration. You whimper at the thickness stretching you, nails digging into her back.

Nat connects her lips to yours, not being able to hold herself back being this close to your face. She pushes forward until she’s bottomed out inside you. She moans as you cry out; your pleasure is her pleasure.

“Please.” You breathe out and roll your hips against hers, begging her to move faster. But Natasha wants to take her time tonight. She wants to watch your features carefully and memorise every little detail, every movement make, every sound, every twitch, every desperate whimper that falls out of your lips.

“So beautiful.” She mumbles, pecking your lips softly. She starts a steady rhythm, thrusting into you, expertly hitting your sweet spots. It’s not hard with how big the straps she uses are. She knows you love it, knows you can take it, knows that you want her to absolutely break you.

You wrap your legs around her waist and pull her in, moaning into her neck as her cock slips into you deeper. Nat growls and starts thrusting a little harder, gaining a gasp out of you with each thrust. Your nails digging into her shoulder blades only encourage her more.

“Feels so good, Mommy.” You leave a soft kiss on her neck and hear her whimper. It’s subtle but her mouth is right by you ear so you couldn't miss it. You kiss her neck again, a little harder, and Natasha lets out a ragged breath. “You make me feel good.” You mumble again and this time latch onto her skin, sucking gently. Nat moans into your ear, a little strained, but she’s on her way. She won't hold back anymore; she trusts you.

“I love you. So much.” She tells you when she pulls away to look into your eyes and brush her lips against yours.

“I love you too, baby.” You smile against her lips and gasp into her mouth when she suddenly starts thrusting faster. A string of desperate moans flow out of your mouth and into hers as she pounds into you with a hand around the back of your head tugging on your hair gently. Natasha leans down to sink her teeth into your neck, thrusting harder and harder until you’re groaning, your body pushed back with each thrust. “Fuck, just fuck me, please. Harder, Mommy.” Nat growls at your words and leans back, sitting on her knees and gripping onto your thighs. She uses them as leverage and starts pounding into you at a rapid pace, pulling you forward to meet with her thrusts.

“Mommy’s cockwhore. All mine.” Nat pants out and digs her nails into your skin. You’re a moaning mess, unsure of what to do with your hands. You rest them on your own chest, kneading your tits. “God, look at you.” She breathes, reaching a hand up your body to pinch and tug a nipple. She uses her other hand to rub circles over your clit, smirking when you throw your head back with a whorish moan. You practically sink into the mattress, body arching and hands scrunching up the sheets. Nat looks down at your pussy taking her cock, stretching, dripping, juices practically spilling out. She can hear how fucking soaked you are and it drives her crazy that this is her doing. Only she can make you a soaked mess, desperate and aching for her. “Cum on Mommy’s cock, kotenok (kitten).” With that command, your body freezes, pussy tightening around Nat’s cock. She watches in awe as you strain, head thrown back, veins popping in your neck. A string of filthy moans fall out of your mouth as Natasha carries on her brutal thrusts until your body is practically thrashing against her. 

“P-Please.” You let out strained moans, overwhelmed with the pleasure. Natasha has mercy on you and stops the pressure on your clit, but she flips you over instead. She pulls your hips until you’re on your knees, ass up in the air for her. Nat wastes no time, thrusting back in and bottoming out. “Fuck.” You groan out, head buried in the pillow.

“I just wanna make you feel good, kotenok.” She says with a light spank, gripping and kneading your skin. You moan out for her and push your ass back with each thrust. Nat stops her movements and watches as you fuck yourself on her cock, coating it each time your pussy swallows it in. “What a pretty pussy. Mine.” Nat moans out and digs her fingers into your asscheeks, thrusting forward hard. She loves how uncontrollable your moans get when she fucks you with no mercy. You let out yelps, squeals, whines, whimpers, cries, not caring if they sound ‘pretty’ or not. It’s so you, so real, so raw.

“Fuck, Mommy.” You whimper, practically drooling onto the pillow. Nat falls forward, perked buds rubbing over your back. She bites down on your neck, body flush against yours as she rolls her hips, rutting into you. “Oh, oh, Nat, Nat.” You whimper her name over and over again, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You fall over the edge quickly, pussy clamping down on her cock. She whispers sweet nothings into your ear, tugging on your hair to turn your head to the side and connect your lips. You’re barely kissing, just moaning and whimpering against each other’s lips, eyes locked together. You stay like that a while, breathing into each other until Nat slowly pulls out, kissing you as you moan.

“I-I want to try something. If you want.” She asks hesitantly when she discards the strap in the bathroom, handing you a bottle of water she just drank half of. You sit up against the headboard taking deep breaths, still composing yourself, legs twitching a little.

“Anything for you, Mommy.” You give her a loving smile, lips stretching wider when she kisses you softly, her hand brushing over your cheek.

“I just-I want you. And I want-I want to give you all of me. It’s just a little hard.” She confesses nervously and you give her a soft smile, trying not to scare her off. You can tell she’s terrified, and you’ve never seen her like this. You’ve never seen her when she’s not composed, when she’s not completely sure of herself and what she wants. But you feel yourself falling even harder with her soft and vulnerable side.

“I know, my love. We’ll go at your own pace, okay?” You reassure her and she lets out a content sigh against your lips, sitting on the bed in front of you and kissing you gently, slowly, letting your hands trail along her body. You stop at the curve of her breasts, fingers ghosting underneath, around, until you squeeze them in your hands. She gasps into your mouth, whimpering softly when you tug on her nipples. You slip your tongue into her mouth and she lets you explore, tongue dancing with hers. She’s intoxicating.

“No. Wait.” Nat pulls away when your hand ghosts over her mound and you move your hand as quickly as you can, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. “Just...sit back. Like that.” She quickly fixes the pillows and helps you sit back against them. You let her take control of the situation and watch the flush on her cheeks, across her chest. Seeing the light marks you sucked into her neck earlier has your pussy throbbing. God...she’s really yours. This beautiful woman is all yours.

“Pretty.” You accidentally mumble out and Nat pauses for a second, biting her bottom lip as her cheeks flush even darker. You smirk at her subtly, noting how she reacts to the compliment. With a final kiss, Natasha takes a deep breath and turns around, shifting until her back is flush against your front, her head resting against your shoulder. Oh. Oh.

“Just...” She starts, and gulps, losing her trail of thought at feeling your warm body against hers. Her eyes flutter closed and you hesitate for a moment before trailing a hand along her arm.

“I know. I know, baby.” She sighs, sinking into your touch. She’s really trusting you with her pleasure like this and fuck this is your new favourite position. You know it’ll probably happen once every damn year or something, but it’s worth it. She’s so worth the wait.

You gently caress her skin, taking your time to make sure you’re able to touch every inch of her skin, across her stomach, up to her chest to gently knead her breasts. She lets out a gasp followed by a moan that sounds so...free, unrestrained, so open. She doesn't beg, doesn’t move, just moans and lets you take your time to explore her body. You brush your fingers over the top of her thighs, moving until you’re at her inner thighs. She slowly spreads her legs a little further apart for you, opening herself up for you, to you.

“You’re so beautiful, Mommy.” You murmur, fingers ghosting up, back at her stomach. She rolls her hips subtly with a whimper and you know she’s desperate for you, having worked herself up fucking you first. You let your fingers move over the thin trail of red hair before reaching her heat, gasping as your fingers slide through your slit. She’s absolutely soaked. “Fuck. You’re so wet for me.” Your lips brush the side of her head and she turns to face you, letting you kiss her softly. She moans into your mouth with each experimental flick of your fingers as you brush over her clit.

“I-I need you, moya lyubov’.” She whispers against your lips, green eyes looking into yours with desire, with vulnerability. You give in quickly, heart warming at her confession, and slip two fingers into her heat. She arches against you with a gasp and loud moan, rolling her hips gently. You use a hand to still her hips, rubbing circles into her pale skin.

“Feels good?” You ask soothingly, thrusting your fingers gently into her. Her walls throb around your fingers at the question and you smirk at her answer. She lets her head fall back on your shoulder, exposing her neck to you. There’s no way you could resist so you latch onto her skin, sucking marks into her gently. She’s so free, sinking into your body behind her, letting out the prettiest moans you’ve ever heard as you quicken the pace of your fingers. Your palm slaps against her clit with each thrust and she moans again and again, letting her fingers dig into your thighs. But you slow your pace down when she starts getting tighter around your fingers.

“Baby...” She whines out, whimpering and lifting her head to kiss along your jaw. “Please.” She asks and sinks her teeth into your neck. Fuck. Hearing her beg is not something you thought you’d hear, not like this, not in bed.

“I wanna savour this, Natty. You don’t know what you do to me...I’m so obsessed with you.” You confess and brush your lips over hers. She blushes at that and kisses you to hide it. “So beautiful.” You mumble and slip in a third finger, groaning against her lips as she moans at the stretch. You steadily quicken your pace again, your other hand coming up to knead her breast and tug her nipples softly.

“Fuck, don’t stop. Please.” Nat gasps out and you’re sure her nails have broken the skin of your thighs at this point but you don’t care. She’s in your arms, she’s desperate, moaning for you, begging for you. She’s yours. You don’t stop, you don’t stop at all but thrust harder making sure you’re hitting her clit with each thrust. Her pussy throbs hard around your fingers as her breathing becomes uneven, panting between desperate moans.

“It’s okay, Natty. You can let go.” You whisper with a soft kiss below her ear and that did it. Her body freezes for a second before she lets out a loud and desperate moan followed by needy whines, hips grinding up against your hand. You pound into her as fast as you can, wanting her to fall off the edge hard. You leave her sensitive nipple and move down to rub over her clit. She gasps out, twitching against you as you prolong her orgasm.

“F-Fuck, Y/N.” Nat moans and tries to close her legs but you hook yours around hers, keeping them spread apart. She whines out, almost thrashing against you so you stop rubbing her clit, moving your hand up to knead her breast again. You slowly calm down the pace of your fingers, holding back a moan at the feeling, at the sound of how wet she is. She’s completely coated your hand, absolutely soaked for you. She lets out a sigh as you finally pull out and immediately suck your fingers into your mouth, moaning at the taste of her.

You lay like that for a moment or two, caressing her skin, stroking her hair. She finally shifts a little, slithering down and turning onto her side, pulling you to do the same. Your hands wrap around her body, keeping her close to you, tight against you. Nat lets out a staggered breath, shaky, overwhelmed with the sensations.

“Thank you for trusting me, Mommy.” You whisper, letting her know this doesn’t change the control she has, the power she has. You don’t want this to scare her away and you internally cheer when she lets out a content sigh and sinks into you.

"Are you ready?"

You nod, watching Natasha slowly round the bed. She's still in her dress, a sinfully tight article that hugs her every curve. You'd been dying to get your hands on her all night.

Long fingers wrap around the tie still left around your neck, your other clothes having been quickly discarded the moment you got home. She pulls on it, your head lifting from the pillow as she presses her lips against yours.

The kiss is firm, controlling. You love it, your lips moving fervently against hers, whining when she bites down. You hope it leaves a bruise.

"Will you be good for me?"

"Yes, of course," you say quickly, eagerness seeping into your tone. It works, Natasha smirking at you before giving your tie one last sharp tug before she walks to the end of the bed.

Fiddling with the machine strapped down to the bedframe, she adjusts it until the dildo suctioned to the long rod is just barely grazing your entrance.

"God, baby," she murmurs, her voice low. She glances up at you. "You're already soaking the tip, you must really want this, huh?"

"Yes," you breathe out, your chest heaving in anticipation.

Natasha smiles this time, watching you carefully as she turns the machine on.

The dildo slowly enters you, and you throw your head back. It feels fucking amazing, filling you as your hips tremble from the stimulation. The toy bottoms out, filling you completely. Then, it slowly begins to withdraw, dragging along your walls as you desperately clench around it.

"I want to hear you," Natasha commands, her palm connecting with the outside of your thigh.

You let out a sharp gasp at the action, feeling yourself throb at the stinging sensation. Looking directly into Natasha's eyes, you let out a low whine, your eyebrows rising as you feel the dildo begin to slide in again.

"More," you moan, "Please, Mistress."

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Natasha says, an edge in her voice that you don't have the capacity to interpret at the moment.

She fiddles with the machine again until it begins to speed up. It feels good, at first. You can feel your body heating up, your blood rushing through your veins as you breathe harder. Pleasure courses through you, spreading from your core until you feel practically boneless.

But the machine doesn't stop there. It keeps fucking you harder, the pace quickening with every second.

"Wait, I-"

"Who makes the decisions here?" Natasha interrupts, her voice hard.

You whimper, squirming as the dildo continues to fuck you relentlessly. "You do, Mistress."

"Then shut the fuck up and take it," Natasha commands. She fiddles with the machine again, the dildo fucking you even quicker than before.

It's perfect. You're throbbing around the dildo as it works you up, your skin flushed as every nerve seems to come alive. Natasha is moving on the bed, her thighs close to your face as she hikes up her dress. Fuck. She's not wearing any panties.

"I'm going to ride your face," she says, her voice gravely and a bit breathy. "If I'm satisfied enough to cum, maybe I'll let you cum too."

She doesn't give you much of a chance to respond, swinging her thigh over your face and offering a perfect view of her center. She's wet, her arousal clinging to her as you stare, transfixed. She slowly lowers herself, but your neck is already straining as you eagerly kiss her folds.

Natasha always tastes wonderful, but tonight she's absolutely perfect. You lap up her arousal desperately, moaning softly as the sensation of the dildo fucking you threatens to overwhelm you. Natasha is fully seated now, her thighs clenched loosely around your head as you lick and suck.

Taking her clit between your lips, you run your tongue over it quickly, smirking internally at the soft moan she lets out. You alternate patterns, circling her clit then flicking it quickly as you suck. You can feel her arousal smearing on your chin, but you don't care. You want to make her feel good. You want her to cum.

"Fuck," she mutters, her hands coming down to grasp your hair. As she pulls, you groan at the slight pain while she presses your mouth firmly against her. You dip your tongue inside her, and Natasha groans as she grinds herself against you.

"I'm going to use you all night," she mutters, her voice strained. You clench around the dildo. "God, yes. Keep doing that… fuck. Just like that, baby. Keep going."

When Natasha cums, it's beautiful. Silent, her lips parted slightly as she sucks in tight breaths, her thighs clamping down around you. You feel her juices flood your mouth, and you eagerly swallow, enjoying the way she rides out the aftershocks against your tongue.

"Cum for me," she finally manages, pulling on your hair until you make eye contact with her. "Cum in the next minute, or I'm denying you for a week."

The threat makes you throb, and you nod as you feel your orgasm grow stronger. Natasha continues to grind against your face, smearing herself all over you. It's intoxicating, and her scent drives you over the edge.

You cum as Natasha smirks down at you, your face contorted in pleasure as the dildo slams in and out of your aching center. Your muscles seize, and your hands fly to her thighs, gripping them tightly as you ride it out. Natasha's clit pulses in her mouth, and you moan as she cums again.

"Fuck, baby," she groans. "You know how much it affects me when you obey so obediently for me."

Responding with a groan, you plead with your eyes, the dildo fucking roughly into you and setting your nerves on fire. It's almost too much, and you breathe a sigh of relief when Natasha dismounts your face and turns the machine down.

Licking your lips, you let out a soft moan, the dildo still thrusting, but much slower now. Soft waves of pleasure wash over you, your mind going slightly fuzzy as you savor Natasha's taste.

Soft lips find yours, firmly kissing you as Natasha's tongue laps at her own arousal, cleaning your face.

She pulls back, green eyes glinting.