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"Who were you on the phone to in the bathroom?" Natasha immediately asks, her voice and stare cold as she rests on the bed. I scoff gently, brushing off the startle she gave me, coming fully into the bedroom. "Georgia, my friend from work, I told you the other week that it was her birthday today. She was just checking what time we were meeting." I explain, reaching past her to get the hairbrush from the side table. "So you just call your friends when you're in the shower?" Natasha rhetorically asks, grabbing onto my wrist before she stands up. She stands between me and the table, her vice grip still on my wrist as she looks down at me. "Natasha, I need to get ready." I sigh, trying to free my wrist, but not letting her know how hard I'm trying. "Yes, you do. Stark's having a party tonight, and I already told the others that you were coming as my date. Your dress in hanging on the door." Natasha bluntly says, letting go of my wrist and heading out of the room. "No. Natasha, no." I sternly say, surprising myself and her with an unusual defiance. "Not tonight." I add, standing my ground. I ignore the twist in my stomach as she turns around, raising an eyebrow at me. "I know you aren't seriously trying to defy me, y/n, right?" Natasha calmly asks, closing the space between me and her. "I'm going out with my friend, I already told you that. It doesn't matter what you want me to do, we always have to do what you want." I try to be bold, but it comes out meeker than I would have liked as I struggle to look up at her. "You know I always get what I want." She smiles, het hand creeping around my jaw and lifting my stare up to meet hers. "Oh, дорогая, I thought we were past this kind of behavior." She condemns, sighing at me gently. My stomach sinks at that slightly as I recognise the look she has in her eyes.
"I think you just need a little reminder, isn't that right baby? You just need to remember why you do what mommy tells you to, when I tell you to." Natasha can't help but smirk at her own words as her free hand snakes under the towel and up my inner thigh. "Natasha, not now." I mutter, pulling my head free of her hold. I step back from her, pushing her hand away, which she scoffs at. "Yes, now. Right fucking now, y/n. God, you are being such a brat today, I can't wait to put you back in place." Natasha bluntly says, and before I can protest anymore, I'm under her on the bed. Natasha is stronger than me, much stronger than me, so I had no chance at stopping her taking me down, and now I have no chance of getting her off of me. "You look so pretty under me, babygirl." She breathily says, straddling me as she kisses me roughly, possessively. Her tongue darts into my mouth and down my throat immediately, her hand easily opening the towel and disregarding it on the floor beside us, despite my attempt to keep hold of it. "Look at this pretty body, милая, all mine." She happily says, momentarily removing her mouth from mine before haphazardly crashing her lips back into mine. She brings her hand to grab my breasts, twirling my sensitive nipple in her fingers. I feel her smirk at my whimper as she continues tweaking it, starting to move her hips against mine. Her jeans feel rough against my bare hips, but when I try to cross my legs, her free hand is quick to move them back into place. "No, no, малышка, you keep yourself open for mommy." She scolds, slapping my sensitive breast. I let out a cry at that, and she smirks proudly at me. Her hand now turns it's attention to my other nipple, and her kisses trail down my neck and over my chest.
"Gonna get you nice and ready, baby." Natasha says, lifting her mouth from my breast before taking my nipple in between her teeth. "Nuh uh uh, stop the squirming." She taunts, grabbing onto my sides and roughly holding me into the mattress. Her hand trails over my waist before dipping down to between my legs. "Oh, you're so wet for mommy. So needy for me, babygirl, I told you I know what you need." She smirks, easing a finger into me. I try to not give her the satisfaction of a reaction as she sinks it all the way in, curling it on the way out. She continues working the finger into me as she brings herself back up the bed, her mouth resuming its place over mine. She adds another finger as her other hand becomes rougher with my breasts, groping them harshly enough to leave evidence. "I can feel your breathing changing, as much as you try." She whispers, slipping a third finger in. She reaches all the way in, curls and then brings them out painfully slow. She does this a few times, until I feel her hit that spongy spot deep inside. My hips instinctively jerk at that, something she can't go without mentioning. "Oh, that's your spot, isn't it. You felt that one, didn't you, y/n?" She teases, purposely hitting it time after time. I can feel tension building faster and faster as she picks up the pace, slamming her hand into me with some anger behind it. Her thumb begins circling and teasing my clit as she continues fucking her hand into me. My breaths are short and loud, and Natasha smirks down at me, tilting her head. "You gonna cum for me, baby? You gonna cum all over my hand?" She asks, using her patronising baby voice at me. I can't help but nod as I near the edge of orgasm. She suddenly withdraws her touch all together. "Brats don't get to cum." She bluntly says, getting off of me.
I look at her in surprise as she begins undressing, feeling like I need release more than I ever have. "Don't you dare. Stay." Natasha warns, as though she is reading my mind about finishing myself. She goes to the closet, and I try to act unbothered. "Whatever, like I said, I need to get ready to go anyway." I say, making a face she can't see as I sit up. I get off of the bed, finally grabbing the hairbrush. "Are you that fucking impatient, that you couldn't follow my most simple instruction?! I thought you knew better, y/n." She sighs, standing in the doorway. I can't help but look at the strap she has on, it's the biggest one we have, so big we haven't even used it yet. "I gave you an instruction." She bluntly says, and suddenly I can't even string a sentence together. "Fine, fine." She smirks, grabbing onto my arm. "You're to impatient to stay on the bed like a good girl, I'll fuck you right over here like a bad one." She decides, swiping my legs out from under me so her grip is the only thing keeping me up before she plants me on the floor. The wood is cold against my bare skin, and I adjust to try and get comfy. "Nope, where I want you." She sighs, grabbing my legs and yanking me back towards her. My back is against the floor, and I stare at the ceiling until Natasha's face hovers above mine. "Nat, that's the big one. We've never used that one before, we agreed it's too big." I say, my voice coming out as a near whisper. Natasha simply shrugs off my concern. "Then today is the day you learn to take it, because that's what I want. Then when you can barely walk, I'm gonna take you to Tony's house and show you off, and then when we are back here tonight, I get to fuck you all over again." Natasha smirks, placing her arms either side of my head as her body sits against mine. She takes a hand and guides the toy to my entrance, sliding it around teasingly. "I hope you're still wet baby, because that's all the lube you're getting." Natasha scoffs, jerking her hips forward. I whimper loudly, grabbing onto her arms as it forces its way in. "Oh, so tight baby, so so tight for mommy, I'm gonna have to work this one in." Natasha smirks, pushing the strap further and further into me. I feel myself stretching around it, and it just keeps going deeper and deeper. "There we go, isn't that better babygirl?" Nat sarcastically asks as she bottoms out, the hilt sitting flush against my cunt. "No." I choke out, squeezing my teary eyes closed as I try not to move. It literally feels like I am stuffed with swords down there. "Shut up, you're so ungrateful." Natasha rolls her eyes, grabbing onto my throat and slowly taking the toy out of me. I can't help but sigh in relief slightly as I feel myself adjust back to normal, before she suddenly slams it back in. I cry loudly at that, jolting myself back. "Was I not clear enough the first time? Shut the fuck up." Natasha says, slapping me across the face as she squeezes my throat harder.
She sets a punishing pace, slamming into me without remorse. I slide up and down the floor from the force of her thrusts, squeezing my eyes closed and trying to distract myself from the feeling of being split open that is soaring through my lower body. "Open your eyes. I want you to look at me as I fuck you." Natasha pants. I know it's best to just do what she wants, so I look up at her sadistic smile. "There we go, pretty girl. Aren't you so lucky your mommy loves you enough to fuck you like this?" She asks, and I assume it's rhetorical, but her slap tells me different. I nod frantically, feeling actually unable to speak right now. "You're such a good slut, y/n. My good slut." She grunts, pounding me into the floor as I whimper louder. "I'm gonna take your phone baby, and you're gonna stop working. You're gonna move in here with me, and I'm going to take care of you." Natasha nods, starting to grind against me in her thrusts. "Nat.." I start, alarmed by what she said, as I try to sit up. She quickly uses my throat to slam me back down, squeezing it harder as she glares at me. "I told you to shut the fuck up. You don't need those friends, no. Mommy's going to take care of you. Yeah, you're gonna live with my like a good little whore and I'm gonna fuck you whenever I want, however I want. That'll be your purpose baby, that's what we'll do. You know how stressful my work and life is, you can help with that. Mommy's personal, live-in, cocksleeve to help with all the hardships of being a world saving hero." She grunts, panting slightly as she keeps the pace fast and rough, grabbing onto my hip to keep me close to her. I decide to just not reply, assuming this is just what she wants to think about to get herself off. "Such a pretty fuckdoll." She mutters, leaning in to kiss me passionately. Despite all the discomfort, I can't stop myself approaching my climax on her dick. "Only good girls get to cum on mommy's cock." Natasha notes, sensing that I'm getting close. "If you wanna cum, you have to be a good girl for mommy. Are you mommy's good girl, y/n?" She pants, sounding like she's getting close too. I nod quickly, eager for release and not caring what she wants me to say to be able to have it. "Y..yes, I'm m..mom...mommy's good g..g..girl." I string together, continuing to nod as I pant with her. "Yeah, your mommy's good girl, baby. You're gonna tell everyone who you belong to, крошка. Who does this little slut belong to? Who's body is this?" She asks, angrily slamming herself into me. "Yours mommy, it's your body, I'm your slut." I pant, and she nods in approval as she goes absolutely wild these last few frenzied thrusts. It's almost animalistic the way she's humping, driving herself into me rapidly. "Cum for me baby, let it go." She pants, and I do exactly that. She continues fucking me through my orgasm, before reaching her own. She stays inside me as she does, before sighing and slowly pulling the toy out.
"You made such a mess, babygirl. Such a mess over my dick, you gotta clean that up." She says, barely giving me time to process what she said before the dick is prodding at my mouth. "Don't even try it, sweet girl." Natasha says, bored of my reluctance. She grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back, making me yelp slightly. As soon as my mouth parts, she thrusts into my mouth. The dick goes straight to the back of my throat and I gag around it loudly, struggling to fit it's thickness in my mouth. "Finally putting that mouth to some good use, babygirl." Natasha laughs, adding another hand to my hair and using this to move my head along her dick to meet her thrusts. "You look so hot like this, drooling down yourself for my dick. So quiet. Maybe I'll have to shut you up like this every time you have that bratty attitude you're so proud of." Natasha taunts, hammering her dick down my throat, the end of the strap hitting my face after every thrust. "Oh, I already can't wait til Stark's party is over, we have so much work to do baby." She smiles, stroking my face as she pulls her dick out. "Clean yourself up. The dress is on the door. Be ready for seven."