Black widow__

Another day, another party.

Tony loved these fucking things. Throwing at least one a week, if not two. If he was simply in a good mood, throw a party. Make a breakthrough in some sort of fancy tech? Party. That man could literally turn anything into something worth throwing a party for.

It's how you find yourself in black dress pants, a blood red button up, with two buttons left undone to show off your necklace and your neck in general, with a blazer, flowing and open, sitting on your arms.

Dresses were far too uncomfortable for events like this. With an abundance of drinking, dancing, and drinking games. You learned long ago that pants were a good idea. Dresses? Not so much.

No matter, it just so happened that your girl honestly preferred you in suits. It allowed you to pack and leave nobody the wiser.

Except for her, when you'd inevitably end up pressed against her dancing and swaying against each other, letting passion and lust take over your minds before you head off to your shared room for more vigorous activities.

However, now, she is nowhere to be found. The infamous Black Widow is nowhere near your side, causing a frown to tug at your mouth. Looking around you see familiar faces-- Tony, Wanda, Thor, Steve and Bucky. At further inspection you see Sam taking shots with Clint. How the old man is keeping up is lost on you.

Moving on from the group of men, your eyes take you over to Maria and finally the woman you were truly looking for.

Natasha Romanov.

Vibrant red hair flowing just passed her shoulders, the dark red dress hugging her curves perfectly, and a plunging neckline to show off her chest and neck. The whole thing ended about mid thigh, and it truly complimented her entire body.

You could spend hours admiring the perfection that is her body, and you wouldn't have snapped out of your haze if it weren't for the woman she was currently talking to. Maria Hill. Who believes it's okay to put her hand on Natasha's arm.

Natasha who makes no move to get the hand off of her, even though she knows better. Knows that nobody else is allowed to put their hands on her.

Because she is yours. Not Maria's. Yours. And you don't share.

The offending hand finally moves away as Maria and Natasha laugh at something. You grumble incoherently at the way Natasha is enjoying herself without you.

Realistically, you know she has friends outside of you, and almost always has a good time with them. That's not the issue here. The issue is Maria fucking Hill, who everyone knows really really likes Natasha and is still trying to get with her.

That's the issue. You and Natasha have been together for almost a year. What does Maria not fucking get? Natasha is yours, and will never, ever be hers.

"Careful Y/n, I can practically see the green under your skin"

Carol pulls you out of your thoughts, slapping a hand on your shoulder. Glaring at her you simply shrug moving towards the bar instead of your girlfriend.

"I don't know what you mean Carol." is your response, knowing that the blonde is following close behind.

"Oh sure, the green eyed monster is nowhere to be seen. And i totally couldn't see you plotting Hill's murder in your head." comes the sarcastic response from her.

Rolling your eyes at her antics you order a shot of vodka, downing it quickly and not even bothering to chase it. The liquid runs down your throat, settling in your belly, a pleasant feeling rolling throughout your body as you bask in it's warmth.

That's the moment you see it. Maria has moved closer to Natasha. Practically whispering in her ear at this point. Both of her hands are touching Natasha, but not just stationary.

No, no. Her hands are roaming Nat's body. Staying in fairly safe places, but straying from her arms and going down her back, closer to her ass then you would like. The sight made you scowl, especially when Natasha seemed to lean into the touches.

(However you'd find out later jealousy really was clouding your mind, and Natasha was in fact leaning away.)

Calling for another shot you down it just as quickly, barely waiting for the liquid to settle before you are moving forward.

Quick strides take you towards Natasha, your arms wrapping around her waist, and rather roughly shoving Maria's off of her.

"Привет, моя дорогой." you mumble into the crook of her neck, placing a quick kiss on the delicate skin.

You feel more than hear her sigh and lean into your touch, her body instantly finding comfort in your arms.

"Привет, моя любовь." Natasha responds softly, her words just barely reaching your ears.

Your jealousy calms down at the endearment, hearing Natasha call you her love. And then you look up, and see Maria watching you like a hawk.

Two can play at that game.

Without warning, you turn your head to Natasha's neck. Kissing your way to her pulse point, where you bite down roughly on the skin. Maintaining eye contact with Maria, you suck rigorously on the skin, Natasha biting her lip to keep the moan from leaving her mouth.

With one last bite, you pull away, a bruise already forming, and Natasha already breathless.

Knowing that Maria is not well versed in Russian, you speak up once again,

"посмотрите на себя, вести себя как шлюха перед ней"

Natasha whimpers at your words, causing you to roll your eyes again.

"такая шлюха" you murmur, sucking another hickey into her skin.

Maria still hasn't looked away, and you take that as a challenge, pulling your mouth away from Natasha's skin, who lets out a muted whimper at the loss, and moves your hands across her body.

They travel up her torso towards her chest, blatantly groping her, leaving Maria wide eyed at the bold gesture, and you smirking behind Natasha as the redhead tries to hide in embarrassment.

"не смущайся дорогая, она хочет увидеть какая ты для меня шлюха." you say, breath ghosting across Nat's ear but keeping your lips from touching her skin.

"Мадам, пожалуйста, не грубите" Natasha manages to say in return, pointedly looking at a gaping Maria.

"как пожелаешь дорогой"

You remove your hands from Nat's chest, detangling yourself from her completely, knowing you cannot keep your hands off of her for too long if you stay pressed up against her like that. Finally you turn your gaze to Hill, who has returned her expression to one of neutrality, though there is a glint of longing in her eyes. To be able to touch Natasha in that way with no repercussions.

"Y/n, it's good to see you" Maria says in greeting, though her words are terse and obviously a lie.

You interrupted her conversation with Natasha. Why would she be happy to see you? Natasha however seems to already miss your touch but she doesn't let it show. Instead returning to her nonchalance, blown pupils looking from you to Maria.

"Y/n," Natasha murmurs, and fuck how does she always make your name sound so good, "I didn't see you join the party."

"I came in about ten minutes ago Natalia, Carol stole me away and gave me some shots." is what you offer as an explanation. Refusing to tell the redhead that what had really happened was you stood in the same place for almost twenty minutes watching her talk to Maria before Carol dragged you off to the bar.

What Natasha didn't know, wouldn't hurt her. The redhead looks at you with bright green eyes, accepting the answer for what it was.

"Hill." You nod stiffly at her, a smirk playing on your lips, "How was Siberia?"

You weren't truly interested in how the reconnaissance mission went for the deputy director, you just wanted to keep Natasha from giving you the silent treatment if you kept acting like a territorial man in front of her.

Which, could she really blame you? I mean look at her! She is the most stunning woman you have ever laid eyes on, and she expects you not to be a little possessive? Unreasonable.

"It went well. As I was telling Natasha, her and I will probably return to do the actual operation within the next month or two. Hydra is moving children through their outpost there, so we are working as quickly as possible to set up a facility for their rehabilitation and a plan for their rescue."

You hum in response, strongly disliking the idea of her and Natasha going away together. But work was work, and you wouldn't get in the way of Nat doing her job. A job she is damn good at.

At the end of the day, it is your bed that Natalia ends up in. You that she allows herself to fully submit to and lose all control. A feeling you will never get used to. The black widow giving up her control willingly.

God the adrenaline rush you get from it. The way she sounds beneath you, whimpering and begging for an ounce of relief you won't give her unless she's been a good girl. She knows the rules. She knows how it works. And you are sure she already knows there is going to be a punishment tonight.

Anybody but Maria can lay their hands on her, and well that rule has already been broken, but you wonder how far she will take it. A tally has already started in your head for how many times you'll bring her to the brink of her release but not fulfill it.

Five.

Five denials so far, and that number can only go up. It just depends on whether or not she will continue to be bad or not. If she turns into your good girl right now, the number is going to stay at five. Then you will reassess and see if she deserves to get her release.

It's all up to her in this moment.

Of course your rambling brain is interrupted by the conversation the two are still having. A conversation you have totally been paying attention to. Yep. Totally.

"Fury wants it to be a small operation, Nat, that's why Y/n won't be allowed to come." is the first thing you hear upon your return to the real world. "Plus she's not the best at stealth missions. Always diving in head first, exploding things and being loud."

You scowl at her insult but that's not all she has to say.

"But you and I, Natalia," a hand on Nat's arm, "we go so well together." the hand sliding up Natasha's arm towards her shoulder, "our skills complement each other. Allowing us to work seamlessly." Maria's hand stops at her shoulder, her fingers dancing softly over the skin, before trailing down the strap of her dress.

"We don't have to pretend to have something in common," the hand moves again, getting dangerously close to her chest.

You peak at Natasha from the corner of your eye, wondering if she will move away from the touch or if she will allow this fucking woman to keep touching her. The latter it seems. So you start counting.

One.

Two.

"We don't even have to speak to communicate on mission's" her hand travels over Natasha's breast, stopping momentarily. The touch is only ever so teasing before it continues down the spy's body.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Every second that passes with Maria's hand on her body is another denial added to the list.

"Isn't that right, darling?" Maria finishes her speel of insults towards me with a squeeze to Natasha's hip, daring to pull the spy ever so slightly closer to her own body.

"Well Maria, I'd say that just comes from us working together for so many years. Truly, we've learned how to operate together so seamlessly through practice and years of missions. Y/n and I haven't worked together as much, so of course we won't work together as well." Natasha replies kindly, her tone betraying nothing of how she's feeling about her current situation.

However you scoff at her response, Maria shamelessly insults you and Natasha chalks it up to years working together.

"Maria, just admit that you wish you were the one fucking her every night." You grind out through a tensed jaw.

Both women are shocked at your bluntness, Natasha inhales sharply, her breathing becoming slightly erratic, but only noticeable to your ears. You know what kind of thoughts are running through her head, as they have been running through yours all evening.

Maria however, recovers far quicker than the red head.

"I don't know where you got that idea Y/n" the deputy director responds, a faint blush spreading over her at the crassness of your statement.

"No?" You grab Natasha roughly by the throat, only squeezing the sides gently, but hard enough to give her the feeling of euphoria, "you don't wish that you could just bend her over, and fuck her like the whore she is?"

An audible whimper is heard from Natasha, your words having a strong effect on her state of arousal.

"Like come on, look at her, Maria. Already so eager to be touched and all I've done is say a few words." You continue on, watching as the redness of Natasha's cheeks spreads down her neck.

"Wouldn't you just like to follow that blush down to her chest? See how much teasing she can take before she starts to beg for more?"

Maria freezes at how much you choose to say, her eyes going wide for a moment before she regains her composure. Clearing her throat quickly, she opens her mouth to speak but you cut her off,

"Why else would you put your hands on what's mine? Hmm? Why would you still have your hands on whats mine, if you didn't fantasize about bending her over" a pause to glance at Natasha, watching the way she hangs onto your words, "and fucking her until she cant walk anymore"

Maria seems to remember that her hand still grips Natasha's hip tightly, her face seeming to go pale as you fix her with a sharp glare, moving your hand away from Natasha's throat, you place it possessively around her shoulders, pulling her into your chest and away from Maria.

The deputy director does not recover fast enough to respond before you begin to walk away, dragging Natasha along with you.

The redhead squeaks at the roughness of your actions, stumbling until she recovers and follows behind at a fast walk to keep up with your strides. You pull her off to a corner of the party, tucking her into the wall to keep prying eyes off of her.

"What the fuck was that дорогой" you retort, hints of animosity in your tone.

She attempts to look away from you, casting brilliant green eyes to the floor, but you don't allow it. Grabbing her chin between your forefinger and thumb you pull her head back, forcing her to look at you. You follow up your first statement quickly, knowing that she would try to play the innocent card.

"And don't play dumb Natalia, you are already in enough trouble."

"Y/n, I'm sorry," Natasha begins, her voice soft but unwavering, "She was talking to me about Siberia and then how it would likely be us returning together, and then she was moving towards me and I didn't know if backing away would be rude so I just let her do it."

She swiftly cuts off her rambling, not wanting to dig herself a hole by explaining the situation poorly.

"You could have told her to stop дорогой, removed her hands from your body" you murmur quietly, moving your own hands along her body and feeling the way she shivers in response to your touch.

When she makes no move to speak up, you continue talking, "So why didn't you Nat? Hm? Did you want to make me jealous? Wanted to see how I'd react to seeing her touch you? Even though you know damn well she is not allowed to."

"I- I don't know Y/n" Natasha responds finally, although it wasn't the full truth. She knows exactly why she let Maria touch her. The redhead has been craving your hard dom side, and knew that this would bring it out if she pushed far enough.

And it looks like it worked. She had noticed the hardened look in your eyes the second she had been pressed against the wall, and knew she was in for it tonight.

"Well дорогой, I hope you know what you got yourself into. The first time she touched you took you to five tally's and then I just so happened to count every second she had her hands on you… so that puts you at abouuuut" you stretch out the word hoping to drag out the anticipation.

See, Natasha knew exactly what the tally system was, and while five wasn't nearly as bad as it could be. What the total number was, is what scared her. Knowing that you had a tendency to make punishments a lot worse than they needed to be purely for your own enjoyment. Though you never did more than you knew Natasha could handle.

She had in fact been tortured plenty of times in her life, but your punishments were always way more pleasurable.

"Twenty-seven."

Her eyes widened slightly as you finally gave her the full amount of tally's. Together you had both rarely gone over ten. Even ten was pushing the limit. Looking back at you, Natasha noticed the shift in your stance, the way your body tensed slightly. You were already in your dom headspace, and that thought pushed her a little bit further into her own sub space.

It sometimes took the spy a while to fully settle into subspace, something that you never minded. You knew the struggle to find that level of safety to fully slip into a headspace, and with still being in public Nat wouldn't fully submerge into that feeling.

You knew though, if you showed enough strength now, she'd slip completely in the safety of your shared room. And that was something you cherished. Knowing how safe she felt with you.

"Twenty-seven?" she parrots back to you, a slight quiver to her voice.

"Yes Nat, that is how long she touched you, so that's what you'll get"

"But, ma'am, we've never passed ten." her voice holds a level of uncertainty to it, yet you can see the underlying excitement of testing her boundaries.

You smirk, noticing the use of your bedroom title, before leaning in closer. Your lips brush against the shell of her ear, hot breath ghosting across the skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. You trace the shell of her ear with your tongue, before moving to pull the lobe in between your teeth.

Natasha groans at the action, though it has more to do with your proximity than your actual actions.

With your lips right next to her ear you whisper, "Then I guess I'll get as close to twenty seven as I can. Let's see how long it takes my pretty…" a pause, and hands moving up her body, "little…" another pause, your hands on her chest, "whore…" the word emphasized by a well timed squeeze of her breasts, "to be crying and begging for release."

With one more squeeze to her breasts, thumbs brushing over hardening nimples through the fabric of her dress, before you pull away and leave her breathless from your words and actions.

With a smirk, you move away, sliding your hand down to hers, you link your fingers together and drag her out of the party towards the elevator. Her eyes are blown wide, her cheeks and chest permanently a light shade of red, and she grips onto your hand like a lifeline.

The elevator announces its arrival with a harsh ding, and the two of you quickly step inside. The doors close, and you press the button for the fifty third floor. Being on the twentieth floor, the ride up would be long. And knowing that everyone in the tower is on that floor, you know you can do what you are about to do without consequence.

You turn to Natasha, who meets your eyes with a raised brow. Smirking, you rush towards her, moving her backwards until her back softly collides with the wall. One hand one each side of her body, keeping the smallest amount of space between your bodies.

"Tell me what you want sweetheart." You murmur, your lips just barely touching hers.

"Kiss me, please. I need you." she replies quickly, wasting no time in trying to connect your lips.

Deftly you pull one hand off the wall to cup her cheek, tilting her chin up so she is looking into your eyes.

"Take whatever you want right now принцесса, the second we enter our room, the punishment begins."

With that she pulls you into a haphazard kiss, both of you letting out soft moans at the contact. For a few quiet moments you just stand there, lips pressed together, before she rushes into action. Her tongue darts out to drag along your bottom lip, asking for entrance to your own mouth.

Access that you grant her immediately, your tongues meeting in your mouth to battle for dominance. You press your body flush against hers, grinding your hips forward into her, the moan you get in response gets you to repeat the action.

You slide a leg in between hers, forcing her stance to widen, and the angle of the kiss to change. You press your thigh up, her dress bunching up and out of the way at the intrusion. Getting the hint, Natasha grinds down on your leg, moaning at the contact against her clothed center.

You push your tongue further into her mouth, exploring her mouth and sliding it against her own tongue. Your left hand slides into her hair, grabbing a handful and pulling tight, forcing a groan out of her chest. Your right hand travels downward, pulling on the strap of her dress and allowing it to snap back against the skin.

Natasha jerks at the pseudo slap, but her body leans into the feeling after a moment. The need for air had become too much, so your lips were no longer together. Seeing her reaction to you though, causing a full fledged grin to spread across your face, and you do it again. This time though, you allow the strap to snap even harder against her skin, relishing in the moan that follows.

You pull back roughly on her hair, another moan escaping her at the action, and you trail several bites and kisses down the column of her throat. You stop right in the middle, and pull at the skin with your teeth. Biting down, you pull on it again, before sealing your lips around it and sucking.

Natasha grinds down on your leg again, and you chuckle against her skin.

"Such a needy little bitch for me aren't you принцесса." you murmur against her skin, licking at the newly formed bruise.

The only thing Natasha can do is whimper and grind down again, seeking that friction that will bring her relief. She knows she won't be allowed to come, but it is worth a shot.

"I bet you are just dripping darling, ruining your panties, and my pants." You continue to speak, your right trailing down her body, left hand still tangled in her red locks keeping her chin tilted towards the ceiling.

You continue to pepper kisses along her throat and collarbone, sucking every now and then but not hard enough to create lasting bruises. That could all be done later.

"Is it all for me darling? Or are you wet for her." you say the word with such malice that it honestly shocks Natasha.

All that she can do is meekly shake her head, your grip in her hair restricting her movements.

"You know better, Natalia. Use your fucking words." the words rumble out of your chest in a low octave, the tone making Natasha whimper.

"No, Ma'am." she has to pause and gasp for a breath when she feels your fingers dance along her inner thigh. "It's all for you. Only you."

"That's right, pretty girl. All fucking mine." you emphasize your words by shoving her panties aside and dragging your middle finger through her wetness.

"Dripping wet and I haven't even touched you yet sweetheart." you pause, drawing three tight circles around her clit. "Who do you belong to, darling? Be a good girl and tell me."

She opens her mouth to answer just as you slide two fingers easily inside of her, pumping in dull movements, nothing that could give her any satisfaction. A moan leaves her lips, one of the most addicting sounds you'll ever get the pleasure of hearing.

"As much as I love hearing you moan pretty girl, that's not an answer." you end your sentence with a few quick hard thrusts, her hips desperately chasing the pressure.

"You. Ma'am. All yours." she whispers, her breaths coming in quick pants, throat bobbing as she swallows, eyes fluttering shut at all the different sensations.

Her admission comes just as the elevator comes to a halt, dinging to announce your arrival to your floor. Reluctantly you pull your fingers out from between her legs, her arousal glistening and dripping off of your hand. Slowly, you bring your fingers to you mouth, licking at the wetness on them, before pressing them harshly between her parted lips.

"Suck." You order, and that's all it takes for Natasha to close her lips around the digits, hollow her cheeks and let her tongue roll over and between your fingers.

Satisfied that she cleaned them off perfectly, you pull them out of her mouth, smirking at her dazed look.

"Such a good girl, come on." you say as you grab ahold of her hand, quickly fix her dress and exit the elevator.

The two of you take hurried steps towards the room, excited to get to the fun part of your evening. Stopping just before the door you turn her so she is facing you. Softly tilting her head up to meet your eyes.

"Color, принцесса."

"Green, Ma'am"

You nod curtly at her answer, the last of your softness disappearing from your posture. Natasha notices the change too, and shrinks away even more. Grabbing the handle you open the door and murmur,

"Let the punishment begin."