Black widow__

Letting the corner of your lips lift up into a smirk, your eyes raked over the exposed skin in front of you as you admired your girlfriend, your pupils darkening in desire as your devoured the sight of her enticing skin, begging for your teasing touch as she patiently waited for you to do something, anything to her at this point. In awe of her beauty, you continued to make her wait and let your gaze drift from the soft skin of her thighs, amused at how she pressed them together to help the incessant throb between them, to her abdomen to admire and appreciate the faint visible show of abs before moving higher to the metal chain connecting the nipple clamps adorning her body, lust clouding your mind at the way her chest rose and fell in anticipation, the small metal chain moving with every ragged breath.

Her teeth bit down on her lower lip to control herself, to help her focus on anything other than the lack of your touch, the lack of warmth your hands provided as they would caress and worship her body, her vision covered by the silk tie wrapped securely around her head, her senses heightened as she continued to wait for you. Her body buzzed with excitement, the dull pain and pleasure at her chest mixing perfectly inside her, the sensation going straight to her core, arousal pooling desperately between her thighs as she let out a shaky breath, a soft chuckle from you catching her attention.

Wanda's head snapped over immediately to where she heard the noise come from, her lips parting, deciding on whether to say anything or not as she was torturously made to yearn for your intoxicating touch, the pleas forming on her tongue immediately stopping and being replaced by a gasp at feeling the pad of your finger brushing her skin tantalisingly.

Teasingly, you delicately ran your finger from her hip bone up her body, dragging your nail across her twitching muscles, watching in amusement as her hopeless form endured your tormenting touch, the wetness pooling between her thighs signalling her impatience. Observing every little reaction she offered you, you drank up the sight of her back arching off the soft mattress to chase your touch, the feeling of you finally touching her seeming to satisfy a small craving within her, the warmth spreading through her body making her crave more, she needed more. She needed you.

"Detka," she sighed out in a wanton tone when she felt your fingers gently wrap around the chain on her chest, the brunette holding her breath momentarily as she waited to see what you would do, the lust and desire consuming her taking her to the brink of insanity as you toyed around with her body even longer. "You're driving me mad," she manages out, the way her accent seductively laces her words sending a shiver down your spine, a small groan escaping you at how she tries to move her arms to reach out for you but is restrained by the handcuffs above her head.

Moving your body so your lips ghosted her ear, you let your fingers gently tug on the chain, the clamps pulling on her nipples in an intoxicating manner, pain and pleasure sparking through her and causing a soft moan to spill from her lips, your lips pressing a small kiss to her cheek.

"We all go a little mad sometimes," you husk out at the shell of her ear, biting down gently on her earlobe, smirking at the way she lets out a small breathless laugh at the way you quote the classical horror film you watched earlier, part of you sure she would be rolling her eyes right now if it wasn't for the blindfold.

"Detka," she warns in a whisper, your lips silencing her as you tauntingly peck her lips, encouraging her to tilt her head up in search of more, your fingers tugging on the chain once more to have her moaning into the next brief kiss.

"If you think this is madness love, you're in for a surprise tonight," you murmur against her lips, claiming them more passionately this time, moaning into it yourself at the sheer amount of hunger and desperation that consumed you both, your other hand moving to brace yourself above her body, planning on how to drive her mad with your touch, how you wanted her to engrave the feeling of your tantalising lips, teasing fingers and torturous tongue in her mind for weeks.

"Please," she begs and you only chuckle lowly in response, your hot breath tickling her jaw as you place open-mouthed kisses along her searing skin, occasionally letting your teeth scrape against her sensitive skin.

"You're going to have to beg better than that love if you want me to even touch you where you need it," your voice is low as you gently mark her skin, knowing how much she loved being marked by you, how she loved to look in the mirror the next morning and admire every purple bruise of your love.

Your fingers pulled the chain harder, a loud, sudden moan being torn out of her as her back arches, her breathing becoming ragged as she indulges in your addictive lips at her throat, her body desperate to let her fingers thread through your locks and keep you close to her, your free hand moving to caress her hips, sending filth filtering through her mind. Instead, her hands grip the headboard, restrained by the handcuffs wrapped around her wrists, as she feels your wet mouth descend to her chest, tongue licking around her nipple to torment her and have her groaning in frustration, your hand pulling on the chain, holding it taut momentarily as more waves of pain and pleasure flood through her, earning sinful noise after sinful noise.

"Detka please," she sighs out, a little more urgency in her tone as she feels you kissing the sensitive skin around the clamp on her chest, your dominant hand travelling further down her body, slowly making its way to her dripping core. "I, fuck, I need you, please, please," she whines as you pull on the metal for even longer, her head lolling back at the pleasurable sensation sparking through her repeatedly, her hips bucking up when your hand splays across her pelvis, encouraging you to move it just that little bit lower.

"Hmm what do you need, love?" You hum out against her chest, your teeth softly biting down on her breast, tainting the canvas of her body with your passionate marks, your tongue soothing over the dull pain as she whimpers as the way your fingers slide around her thigh, teasing the skin of her inner thighs as you press your fingers into her, desire and want fogging her mind.

"You," she mutters out, her voice quiet as she's too busy relishing in the feeling of your fingers creeping closer to her soaked folds, gathering the arousal that's coating her thighs from when they were pressed together. "I want you and I want it rough," she groans whilst you spread her legs open, your gaze drifting to her core, a small sound of desperation escaping you at the sheer amount of arousal that had pooled there, images of burying your tongue deep in her cunt filling your mind before another idea enters your mind at her words.

"Rough?" you hum out as you place a final kiss to her chest, kneeling next to her body as your hands caress her inner thighs, encouraging her to spread them that little bit wider, her slick glistening in the light as she nods eagerly to your slightly questioning tone. "Colour, love?" You murmur softly, a direct contrast to the sinful images in your mind, your darkened eyes unable to look away from her beauty that rivals all the goddesses.

"Green- Fuck!" A whimper cuts her words off as your hand spanks her pussy, a broken noise being torn from her as her hips buck at the pain that washes through her, the sensation swiftly turning to euphoria as a gush of arousal pools between her legs, your finger teasingly running through her folds, gathering her slick to make her body twitch, breathing laboured with desire.

"Was that rough enough love or do you want it harder?" you taunt, moving to let your mouth ghost the shell of her ear as your finger circles her clit at a tantalising pace, gradually building the pleasure in her, driving her insane with your touch.

"Harder," she mumbles in response as she tilts her head, signalling she wanted a kiss from you, your lips naturally meeting hers, fogging her mind with the thought of you as she feels you smirk into the kiss, the sheer dominance you were showing setting her body alight.

"What was that? You need to speak up for me love," you sigh into the messy kiss, your tongues lewdly sliding against one another, your teeth gently biting on her lip and dragging it down playfully.

"Detka," she groans, feeling your fingers pause against her sensitive core, her hips trying to grind against your hand to ease the incessant throb, your hand simply moving to hold her body down. "Harder, please," her voice is louder this time, lifting the corner of your lips as your hand moves off her body, building the anticipation as she waits, and waits, and waits for your inevitable spank.

When the wait becomes too long, she can practically hear her heartbeat ringing in her ears, her shaky breaths as she excitedly and nervously waits, her knuckles bleeding white as she grips onto the headboard, her mouth parting.

Before she can get another plea out, your hand spanks her throbbing core, a small scream erupting from the back of her throat at the way it deliciously stings, another surprised noise escaping her when you spank her again quickly, her hips bucking up towards your touch.

"Fuck, just like that please," she moans, filth freely spilling from her lips as she's drunk with desire and lust, her head lolled back and exposing her sharp jawline and neck as you pepper kisses along her jaw, feeling the way she groans at your touch as you soothe the dull pain settling at her core. "More, please," she begs and you chuckle against her skin, the way her hips rut upwards to your hand amusing you at the sheer amount of desperation she's showing you, your hand roughly hitting her core, her pussy tinting red at your actions as you make her count, her whimpers growing louder with each spank.

"Seven," she whines out, her legs shaking at the amount of pleasure and pain coursing through her, her mouth parted as she pants, trying to collect herself as your fingers comfortingly rub her thighs, sensing she needed a moment.

"Colour?" You whisper as you place a kiss to her forehead, her body trembling at the intense and overwhelming feeling of everything, the pain, pleasure, arousal, it was all a little too much for her.

"Yellow," she whispers out, your lips pressing another delicate kiss to her temple, soothing her momentarily as you move your mouth to peck her lips, letting her briefly control the kiss as she pecks you whenever she wants to feel your touch.

"Good girl," you praise her for telling you how she truthfully felt, your hand lovingly caressing her body, watching as she slowly relaxes a bit more, her body still buzzing. "Can I do the last three or do you want me to stop?" you ask as, despite you being the dominant one, she was in control of how the situation played out, her comfort and safety the priority.

"You can do them just…quickly please," she replies after a moment, thinking it through properly before tilting her head up to meet your lips, trying to silence herself as she feels your hand sliding through her folds again, ready to end the first phase of her torture.

"Fuck," she moaned out at the quick succession of spanks, her body shaking more visibly now as you admired her helpless form, a sadistic smile playing on your lips as you revelled in her desperate and needy actions, her pleas spilling aimlessly from her mouth.

"I'm so proud of you," you continue to praise her, knowing the effect it had on her as her cheeks flushed a deep red, your mouth pressing a final kiss to her lips before you move your body to settle between her legs, your knees pushing them apart to let your body sit there whilst your fingers work on untying the blindfold, deciding you wanted to watch her fall apart at your touch.

Carefully, you let the silk drop to the bed, giving her a moment to adjust to the small amount of light in the room before smiling at her dilated pupils, the look of hunger and want evident in them as she submissively peers at you.

Without even thinking, you slide your finger through her soaking folds once more, gathering an abundance of her slick before lifting your digit up to her lips, her mouth obediently opening as you slide it in, her tongue swiftly moving to clean her mess up, a small moan sounding around your finger. You watch in awe as she closes her eyes in almost pleasure as she savours the feeling of being so submissive whilst you push your finger deeper into her mouth before sliding it out, her eyes remaining closed as you move your hand back down her body to tease her entrance.

"Please," she whimpers as you kiss down her body, worshipping every inch of soft skin you could till your lips meet her hip bone, taking your time to let your mouth descend down her body, your finger cruelly teasing her entrance, not quite giving her what she wanted.

"Please what?" you hum out, placing a gentle kiss to her clit, the way her hips buck at such a slight touch making you chuckle at how sensitive she was, the sight of her red and wet core engraved in your mind as her hips tried to pathetically roll against anything you'd offer her. "You have to be specific love, otherwise how am I meant to know what you want?" your tone is slightly condescending, her cheeks flushed as she meets your expectant gaze, her enticing green filled with want staring down at you as you hold her desperate gaze, placing another kiss to her sensitive core.

"Please just fuck me, please make me come," she whines, not caring how needy she sounds as she watches you wrap your lips around her clit, sucking softly to have pleasure buzz inside her, a broken noise escaping her at finally feeling your mouth on her, your finger finally sliding in her dripping cunt. "Shit, that feels so good," she moans out, back arching as her hips grind against your tongue as you indulge in her desires momentarily, using your finger to stretch her out, curling it beautifully against her sweet spot to have her crumbling apart at your touch.

You flatten your tongue, letting her rut against it and chase the ecstasy she wants, needs, to crash through her, your finger mercilessly pumping in and out of her soaking core before you add another one, groaning against her intimacy at the way her walls clench desperately around your digits, both of your movements losing control as hunger consumes you both. Your drunk on the taste of her, the sounds of her moans ringing around your head and sending warmth between your thighs, the feeling of her clenching against you, hips bucking a little harder when you curl your fingers and lick her clit perfectly in sync, her breathing growing louder, more ragged as you give her everything she could want, everything that drives her mad with the thought of you.

The feeling of your tongue is addictive, the feeling of your fingers making her delirious as her mind fogs over with pleasure, her body swiftly being pushed to that familiar edge as you toy around with her body, knowing exactly how to work her up, knowing exactly what makes her snap.

"Detka, fuck, I'm getting close," she pants out, her eyes fluttering shut as her mouth parts to let sounds spill freely from her lips, blessing your ears as you groan against her, continuing to eat her out as if you were starved on her. You let your gaze flicker up her body, watching as her body seductively moves to roll her hips, your eyes glued to the way the metal chain on her chest moves, encouraging you to lift your free hand up to it, gently tugging on it as you curl your fingers. "Fuck," she practically screams out, your name sinfully being torn out of her as you hold it taut momentarily, sending an avalanche of pain and pleasure crashing through her, nearly pushing her into her release whilst her hands fight against the handcuffs, "I'm gonna come."

Just as you feel her legs trembling near your head, her movements turning frantic and rushed as she desperately chases the high her body craves, you press a final lewd kiss to her clit, her pleased moan turning frustrated as you pull away from her core, your fingers sliding out of her, earning a pitiful whimper in response.

"No, please, don't stop Detka please," she begs, pleas pouring out of her mouth as her body searches for your touch, needing it more than anything as she whines, eyes snapping open and looking at you with desperation.

"Shhh love," you coo softly, holding the gaze as you slide your finger into your mouth, moaning quietly around your digit at the taste of it, smirking a little at the small noise that leaves her. "I'll make you come, just not yet. I had to stretch you out first," you murmur, her brows furrowing at your words before she realises what you meant, her gaze instantly flickering over to the bedside table where you start to crawl towards, carefully pulling the strap on out and effortlessly sliding the harness on.

"Do you still want it rough?" You tease whilst quickly lubing up the toy, coating it thoroughly before positioning the toy at her entrance, sliding it up and down her folds to have her groaning, her head lolling back as the way her body longed to feel you filling her up, fucking her into the sheets like she was your little slut.

"Yes," she sighs out impatiently, feeling the way you thrust your hips gently forwards to grind the toy against her, further tormenting her just because you could. "Please fill me up, I need to feel you inside me," Wanda's voice is the most submissive you have heard it causing something inside you to snap, a flood of desire crashing through you as your hands move to her legs, lifting them so that they could rest over your shoulders as you slid the toy effortlessly into her, a wanton moan filling the room. "Fuck you feel so good," she manages out coherently before her words turn to a mess of pleas and curses, your hips foregoing the slow and teasing rhythm to give her the rough and passionate fuck she wants.

The room quickly fills with the lewd sounds of her moans, your pants and the sound of the toy repeatedly being drilled into her, your pace merciless as you thrust deep and hard into her, hands gripping onto her hips tightly to pound into her, the dull pain further turning her on.

"Shit," you sigh out as your eyes can't tear away from the sight of the toy being swallowed by her cunt, the way her arousal coats it. "You're taking me so well," you pant out, angling your hips into a slightly different position so that the toy reaches even deeper inside her, hitting her sweet spot with every single thrust whilst you groan at how flexible she is as you press more weight into her, her legs still over your shoulders impressively.

"Fuck," she mutters between ragged breaths, your body pressing even further into hers so that you can crash your lips to hers, hands moving to brace yourself over her body as your tongue slides against hers, the two of you unbothered by how messy the kiss was. "Just like that, shit, I'm so close," she moans into your mouth, rolling her hips in time with your thrusts to cause a guttural noise to escape her at the pleasure that floods through her body, her orgasm quickly approaching.

The sound of her voice only spurs you on to fuck her harder, a deep groan escaping you as you thrust your hips harder, one of your hands moving to her throat, watching in awe at the sheer amount of pleasure engraved on her face, the way your actions have her eyes rolling back momentarily, your name reverberating around the room sinfully.

"Harder," she sighs out into your mouth, referring to your hand as you increase the pressure against her throat, a broken noise leaving her at the feeling of you choking her, sending her reeling towards her release, a desperate beg immediately falling from her lips, "Please can I come?"

"Come for me," you pant into her mouth, unable to tease her any longer as you continue to snap your hips into her, watching the way her eyes roll back slightly before her eyes squeeze shut, ecstasy consuming her. An unrestricted noise leaves her as she clenches desperately around the toy, walls spasming as waves of pleasure and euphoria crash through her, pushing her body into a powerful orgasm. You slow your hips, gently rolling them into her as her body trembles at the intensity of her release, her hips rocking against you to ride out the aftershocks of her orgasm before her body collapses in exhaustion.

Kissing her temple softly, you manoeuvre the both of you so that's laying underneath you after sliding the toy out, hands gently massaging her legs as they still shook before moving to carefully remove the nipple clamps and uncuff her hands, your thumbs gently rubbing against the spot where the metal would have pressed against to soothe her as she tries to recover, simply relishing in the soft, tender actions you were doing.

Unable to stop the smile stretching on her face at the feeling of your lips peppering her face in loving kisses, Wanda's cheeks tinted pink at the love you showered her in, her arms loosely wrapped around the back of your neck to pull you closer into her body, the warmth you provided her relaxing and encouraging her to hide her face at the crook of your neck, basking in the safety it provided.

"I'm so proud of you, my love," you whisper affectionately, letting your hand cradle the back of her head as you move to lay next to her, letting her sink into your body for a moment before you would have to start cleaning her up and making sure her body was ok after such an intense scene. "You did so well for me but you can't sleep yet, I'm sorry," you murmur as you feel her body melting against you, her face snuggling against you to get comfortable. "We need to get you cleaned up, ok?" you mumble, earning a sleepy grumble in response which causes the corner of your lips to lift up at the endearing sound.

Soon enough, you had finished her aftercare, placing her back into bed to cuddle into you as she clearly wanted to drift off to sleep, her body practically on top of yours as she sank into your welcoming embrace, one of your arms snaking around her middle before draping the duvet over you both with the other.

"I love you," she mumbles drowsily as you kiss the top of her hair, a small chuckle leaving you at her next words, "Even if you drive me mad."

"I love you too," you whisper out with a smile plastered on your face, your own eyes fluttering shut so the two of you could drift off to sleep in a lovers embrace.