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Pitch black drowned the entirety of the room, your eyes flitting to decipher the nothingness that they soon became lost in. Slumber had evaded you without respite, inhibited by the untamed moans that ripped from Natasha’s throat in the adjacent room. The sheer volume exceeded normality, a clarity so distinct that you felt as though you were right beside her. Sometimes, you wished that you were. Sometimes, it was that sole thought that occupied your mind until you drifted to sleep.
Natasha had opted to keep her cards close to her chest when it came to her job, sheepish smirks exchanged between the two of you the morning after a particularly raucous night. Though the truth remained undisclosed, you knew of the activities that occurred come nightfall, subsequently making an oath with yourself to steer clear of probing questions. And while this agreement served its purpose to begin with, in recent times you had been plagued with a growing curiosity, your interest piqued to no end.
In the dark, you squeezed your eyes tightly together, fidgeting to deflect your mind away from what you knew was happening. You imagined Natasha thrashing against the mattress, fiery hair splaying the pillow, her fingers vigorous in their exploration. Natasha had become dauntless, carefree, as if she was soundlessly begging for you to find her in a compromising position. It was only so long before the staving off would ultimately fizzle out, too consumed with the carnal sounds that exuded from her to refocus on anything else.
Subconsciously, you rose from bed, excitement bubbling below the surface as you crept out into the hallway, free of your confinements. Lingering outside of Natasha’s room only instilled you with a discernible nervousness, a knowingness that you should not have acted so mindlessly upon your desires. But inwardly, you knew that the redhead wanted to be caught, wanted you to stumble in unannounced and cast your gaze over her pleasured condition. You had observed it in the way that she stared at you in the mornings, a smirk bitten away the moment your eyes would arrive upon it. The woman knew exactly what she was doing and was so painfully smug about the exacerbation she was certain that she was evoking.
Daringly, you lifted your fingers to settle on the door handle, surprised to find that it had come ajar from such little force. It appeared as though Natasha had been expecting you, the creak that emanated seemingly halting her moans in an instant.
“Y/N?” Natasha’s voice emerged in a half-moan, partially stifled by the thin wood between the two of you.
Boldly, you stepped over the threshold, irises of jade meeting your own as Natasha’s naked physique became revealed to you. The woman was silent, staring, no effort exerted in attempting to hide her nudity, though you had anticipated such a ploy. Her laptop rested atop the desk, her position reflected on the screen, the blinking green light of the camera signifying its continual recording.
“Who else?” You quipped, bluntly, eyes darkening as they trailed along her body, ogling hungrily. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? For me to find you… like this.”
The redhead’s response crumbled into incoherence, her fingers ardent in their movement as she continued to toy with her clit, totally unfazed by your presence. A frantic nod was all that she could muster, blissed out as her fantasy unravelled before her, oblivious to your scheme to thwart it.
Patience was a virtue that you did not possess, weeks of torment leading you to this very moment, driven by a limitless appetite as you feasted upon the vision in front of you. Scarlet tresses clung to her forehead, glistening sweat beads speckling her hairline as you admired her disheveled state. It was far more mesmerising than you had ever imagined, a loss of control merely a hair’s breadth away, though you knew that Natasha had been counting on it. Succumbing was always an option, but it was not the one for you.
Plump lips found themselves held between sharpened teeth, Natasha’s burning glare never straying for a second as she attempted to erode your composure. Two digits sank softly into her dripping arousal, disappearing until they reached the hilt, a shaky sigh emitting from her. Your jaw tightened instinctively, entranced by the erotic display that Natasha had purposely performed for you and the countless others watching on. The thought of drooling spectators spiralling into arousal from the sight of her only excited you further, finally submitting to your need to debase her.
“Here, now,” you commanded, an impatient click of your fingers gesturing her to an exacting spot before you.
Without hesitation, Natasha withdrew her hands from their state of preoccupation, clambering wildly to fall in line. Knelt on the bed in front of you, she had never looked so submissive, almost as if the trait was inherent, that you had failed to notice it all along. Her tongue flitted outwards to drag fresh saliva across the surface of her lips, glistening rouge presented to you and so inviting that you almost faltered.
“Please,” she whimpered, her thighs shifting to reignite what was left of the pleasure that had been so brutally stolen from her.
Natasha’s plea was met with a vehement call into action, your slender digits poking against her mouth until she granted access. Haphazardly, you fondled with her tongue, humming in approval as she swirled the muscle around the intrusion to coat it aptly in saliva.
“Is this what you were thinking about when you were touching yourself, hm?” You asked, seductively, your free hand encircling her neck with moderate force, enough to have her choking around your sliding digits. “Wanting so badly for me to fuck you in front of your little audience?”
The redhead nodded avidly, her sparkling irises momentarily disappearing behind the whites as she whined pathetically.
“You think that you’re in charge, don’t you?” You flared, aggressively, yanking your fingers from her mouth and relocating to play with her soaking pussy. “Perhaps I should set the record straight.”
With senseless force, you threw Natasha backwards onto the bed, her breasts bouncing as she landed flat upon her back. The woman did not have the chance to formulate a single word, breath robbed from her as she looked on in disbelief. And like a predator closing in on its helpless prey, you crawled slowly until you hovered over her, a sole hand taking hold of her wrists and pinning them to the black fabric of the headboard. Natasha was immobilised, a tiny simper playing in the corner of her lips at the prospect of what was to come, just how you intended to render her mindless.
Burning kisses peppered the skin of Natasha’s neck, her heartbeat pulsating below your lips as she quivered beneath you. Cautiously, you set her wrists free of your makeshift restraint and sucked a territorial mark into her porcelain skin. The sensations held Natasha in a daze, glassy orbs peering back at you, pupils seeping outwards as desperation possessed her.
“Let me see that pretty tongue of yours,” you growled, lustfully, a smile emerging when you saw her obedience flourish under you, immediate and absolute.
You leaned in at a painstaking speed, under the guise that you would gift her with your lips only to divert at the last moment. Natural instinct had Natasha’s eyes falling to a close, widening when she noted the presence of an abundance of new saliva welling in her mouth.
“Swallow it,” you encouraged, the sound of her adherence obscuring the fleeting silence that engulfed the room. “Such a good little whore for me.”
A raspy groan escaped Natasha, uncontrolled, her mind encapsulated by the tainted praise that you had showered, eager for more. Searing pain seized the redhead in place, sharpened fingernails clawing the skin of her stomach until sanguine scratch marks pierced the surface. You had attributed Natasha’s disgruntled features to that of hurt, until a smirk peered from behind her lips, keen to continue. Her chest heaved upwards in pursuit of further touch, a sigh of exasperation exuding from her when you subsequently retracted.
“Impatience will get you nowhere,” you ruled, half-amused by her overzealousness. “I’ll do what I want with you, when I want to. Do you understand?”
Natasha silenced, soon realising that the most promising route of action was to cede completely, her pleasure securely in your control, at your disposal.
“Yes, I understand,” she uttered, gingerly. “I’ll be a good girl for you, I promise.”
Satisfied with the redhead’s compliance, you repositioned to loiter between her legs, a teasing warm breath raining delicately over her dripping flesh. Natasha jolted in response to the ghosting contact, hips bucking a few times before she realised the vow that she had taken only moments prior.
“Do it again, I dare you,” you taunted, darkly, your jaw flexing at its own accord. “But I don’t think you’ll want to take that chance.”
The ache that claimed Natasha was glaringly obvious, any semblance of touch sending her into a downward spiral, her senses discernibly heightened. Your lips grazed delicately against the velvet skin of her thighs, a substantial heat radiating from between them. The redhead’s mouth was forced into a grimace, fists scrunching to redirect her focus elsewhere, anywhere to avoid acting on the carnal instinct to thrust her desperate pussy into your face. Arousal fled from her, spotted against her thighs as you noted the sudden taste of her infiltrating, addicting as you began to close the distance, intent on feeding from the source.
An obscene sound burst from Natasha as you settled your lips over her clit, a series of painstaking pecks delivered as it pulsated below you. The redhead had been close to orgasm when you had initially caught her, inwardly knowing that it would not take much to have her unravelling again.
“Poor thing,” you hummed, feigning empathy as you flicked your tongue expertly over the aching bud. “So desperate to cum for me, hm?”
The muscles of Natasha’s legs grew rigid, your head momentarily constricted until you pried them from you with a harshened grip.
“I’m aching,” Natasha cried out, eyes glazed over in an amalgamation of neediness and frustration. “Please, I’ll do anything, just let me-”
The helpless plea was obstructed by the emergence of two fingers jamming into her heat, every word lost in Natasha’s throat as her brain faded to blank. Her body quivered as you suckled upon her, fingers cloaked in a singing, cinching wetness that urged your digits further inside. Natasha’s pussy clamped sporadically around the intrusion, pausing purposefully after every few slams to marvel at the way in which she would falter. Mindless babbles fell into the air, inevitable to be disturbed by the loudened moans that sounded on repeat, each one lewder than the one that was before it.
“Don’t even think about cumming,” you flared, noting the way in which her walls had begun to flutter around you. “Good girls always ask for permission.”
Natasha sobbed out, tears forming in her eyes as she fought wildly to stave off the imminence of her orgasm to no avail. A frantic attempt was made on her behalf, hips withdrawing abruptly to try and pull herself free of your fingers. Mocking laughter emanated from you, briefly amused by her abidance until your sadism returned to take the reins, avid in your ploy to will her into misbehaviour.
“I can’t stop,” Natasha squealed, helplessly. “I’m cumming, oh, fuck, I’m-”
Your fingers pummelled without respite, held snugly inside of her as she thrashed violently on the bed, eyes tight shut as she allowed the pleasure to take her under. Natasha was ethereal in this state, gaze pinning upon her as you lapped slowly, revelling in the taste of her. And when she dared to stare back at you, a deepened blush blossomed upon the apples of her cheeks, humiliation clear to witness. Carefully, you crawled across the bed until you lay limply beside her, exhaustion soon to claim you.
“I hope that they enjoyed the show,” you remarked, playfully, a finger pointed towards her laptop, observing as your movement mirrored itself upon the screen.
A coy expression slowly materialised upon Natasha’s face, one that you could not decipher at first, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“This wasn’t for them,” she admitted, shyly, palms lifting to cover the embarrassment that spread across her face. “It was for me.”
“Naughty girl,” you smirked, the ruse suddenly edging into clarity. “You tricked me.”
Natasha drew in, her hands drawing aimless patterns across your chest, a knowing simper bitten away though you had already caught sight of it.
“Truthfully,” she began, captivating green orbs raising to drown into yours. “I’d do it again.”
You grabbed her throat roughly, earning a gasp from the latter, thrilled by the act. Gentle lips sought her own, kissing passionately as an ardent moan vibrated into your open mouth.
“And I’d fall for it,” you revealed, breaking the kiss to regard her. “Every time.”