Please remember to take your medicine. To stay hydrated and to eat something. Remember that you’re not a burden to others and that you always deserve to be listened to. Remember that it’s okay to take a step away from things that make you uncomfortable or overwhelmed. That it's okay to take a break from social media sometimes. It’s okay to be yourself. Remember that you’re not hard to love, and if anyone opposes that, they clearly don’t deserve your time. I promise everything will be okay, and remember, you’re never alone.
Can you do 14. 15. And 23. For Alma Peregrine, basically reader confesses to Alma that reader loves her, and Alma is surprised because Alma thought reader hated her, and Alma loves reader back, please have it smut filled. I love your work, thank you for your skill in writing. You can add a mommy kink, whatever flows your boat, thank you thank you thank you. If you decide to do this one.
The Fire was Started a Long Time Ago ~Mommy!Alma Peregrine xFem Younger!Peculiar!Reader ~Holiday Bingo
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Prompt— Decorations
#14. “They’re/I’m wayyy too old for you!!”
#15. “I don’t care. I... I love them/you”
#23. “Like my name that much, do you…? Moan it then… Moan my name, [insert pet-name]…”
Warnings: NSFW, smut, fingering, eating out, scissoring, pussy grinding, age gap (all legal), enemies to lovers, feelings confessions, mommy kink, begging kink, gagging kink, teasing, kissing, implied future smut, etc.
Enjoy (;
The house was bustling with chatter and movement. To be honest it always was, but during the holiday season, there was an added cheer and energy of festivities in the air.
Today, all the children, you, and Miss Peregrine spent your time decorating the house. You had been assigned the Christmas tree with Miss Peregrine.
You were the oldest, aside from Miss Peregrine. You had come to find the safe house for peculiars as an adult. But Miss Peregrine let you stay. You had a good heart and loved the children. And that was about the only thing you and Miss Peregrine could agree on.
The two of you had a kind of love-hate relationship. Ok, more hate than love. There were times when you got in screaming matches in the halls, or shrieking fights in the garden.
You say love-hate because deep down, you really like Alma Peregrine. But it’s never been easy to admit that kind of stuff for you… Maybe if you would have known earlier that she felt the same, you probably would have said something earlier.
As you hung the ornaments on the Trento the best of your ability, Miss Pergrine finally came into the living room to help you. She hadn’t lifted a finger to help decorate all day, instead doing other tasks or watching the children.
That stung you. You felt as if she was purposefully avoiding you and spending time with you. Not that you didn’t blame her, as most of your interactions with the woman ended in screaming or tears on either side.
Today, you had a particularly difficult knot in your stomache as Miss Peregrine waltzed into the living room. Her eyes scanned the tree as you were decorating. They squinted in critique. But today, her mouth stayed shut.
“Let me help.” Miss Peregrine said decisively, moving to the box of ornaments.
You nodded. You were on the ladder, hanging ornaments at the top of the tree, so Miss Peregrine started hanging them at the mid to bottom area of the tree.
The knot in your stomache only tightened at the woman’s closer presence. No one else was in the living room. Now was your chance.
“Miss Peregrine…”
“Hmmmmm…?” She hummed back, continuing her task of hanging the festive balls.
“I…” you stammered.
You shook your head. You just needed to get it out once and for all.
“I love you”
Silence took the room. You both stopped any and all action. You didn’t dare look at the woman. Suddenly you heard a scoff.
“Not possible. I’m wayyy too old for you…!!” She defensively stated.
Her defensive nature made you angry for some reason, it made you determined to fight back.
And you wondered why you two got into so many fights…
“I don’t care. I... I love you.” You said firmly putting your foot down and finally looking towards the woman as you said this.
You saw Miss Peregrine’s eyes widen and her mouth open slightly. Her eyes flickered back and forth trying to process the meaning and heavy nature of your words. When she didn’t say anything for a solid minute or two, you stepped off of the ladder, so that you were standing in front of her. Finally, the woman spoke.
“But… I thought you hated me…?” Miss Peregrine breathed out.
You immediately shook your head.
“Oh..” she breathed out.
Now when she proceeded to go silent, the panic in you began to sit in. What you had said. What you’d done. You’d messed it all up. Or at least that’s what your spiraling mind was convincing yourself of. But then Miss Peregrine spoke once more.
“I… I love you as well…” the woman confessed in almost a whisper.
Your breath fled from your lungs and your eyes went wide. You had heard what she had said but you couldn’t believe it! After a couple seconds, shock started to dissipate and the reality of her words set in. And you said the only words that came to your mind…
“I never thought… didn’t think you would, Miss Peregrine”
The raven haired woman blushed lightly and looked down for a moment, before her gaze traveled back up to yours.
“I am… not the best at expressing my emotions… I apologize for that. And please love, call me Alma.” Alma said.
Alma…
That definitely ignited something deep inside you. Oh you were now most definitely fucked….
You gulped and nodded.
“Alma…” you repeated.
Her name on your lips felt surreal. But it also felt right. You felt the urge to say it again and again. To scream it. To whisper it. To moan it…
Alma hummed and nodded. And then she went back to decorating the holiday tree. As if nothing had happened. You stood there for a minute, numb and trying to process it all, before going back up on the ladder and continuing to hand the decorations.
Soon, dinner came. And still nothing from Alma. Nothing since that vulnerable moment…
She hadn’t even touched you… or you her.. you thought, not completely sexual, just simply longing for that connection with her already.
And it hadn’t even been more than 4 hours… Oh yea, you were fucked.
You all sat down to dinner, and by then you were practically falling apart at the seams. You couldn’t get her name out of your head…
Alma Alma Alma…
Over and over, like a broken record. You couldn’t even keep up with the daily dinner conversations. You were quick to finish your meal and excuse yourself to your room for the night.
As soon as you were in your room, you collapsed against the closed door. You were dizzy and achey and weak. You had felt these things before but not to this extent. And all you could think about was one thing…
Alma Alma Alma…
You were so drowned in your thoughts, they kept you up. You tried to sleep, but now matter how much you tossed and turned, you just couldn’t.
You had lost all track of time, not knowing if it had been minutes or hours. It was completely dark outside so you couldn’t tell from that. Every once in a while you heard footsteps outside in the hallway, but eventually those stopped, so you assumed that it was at least past everyone’s bedtime.
But that was as far as your mind got, before spiraling back into your tunnel vision.
Suddenly there was a knock on your door. It startled you, and you quickly scrambled to get to the door. You opened it to find Alma standing in front of you.
Alma Alma Alma…
“H-hi…” you managed to squeak out, your body immediately igniting once more in her presence.
“Hello love… you didn’t seem to be doing well at dinner, so I wanted to check on you before I went to bed…” Alma explained with concern lacing her words.
You tried to respond with words but you found that all you could produce was a desperate whimper. You immediately smacked your hand over your mouth, going red with embarrassment at the sound that you had just admitted. You began to panic again.
Alma’s concern seemed to grow as your panic grew. But then the woman’s eyes snapped and changed. She looked at you far differently now. Her look made you shiver. It made you want to get on your knees for the woman.
Alma then smirked and started to stalk towards you, through your doorway and into your room. Your eyes widened and you squeaked, as she came mere centimeters flush up against you. Her gaze was strong and dark.
Somehow the door had been closed and locked behind her, you don’t reminder her doing that but you were far too distracted but her presence to notice anything but Alma anyway.
Her lips then ghosted across yours. You tried to pull closer and to connect them, but Alma was quick to pull away and chuckle. You immediately whined in response.
“Don’t tease… please…” you begged in a raspy whisper.
Alma could hear the desperation in your voice and decided to have some pity on you.
“Alright… but just for tonight…” She cooed, bringing her hand up to your cheek and caressing it.
You gasped at her touch and nearly rolled your eyes back at just the simple touch of her hand on your cheek.
The second Alma’s touch was on you, all logic and common sense flew out of your mind. And Alma could sense how she was affecting you this way. So she happily fed into it, putting aside her teasing and taunting ways for just tonight.
She gently guided you back to your bed, having you lay down for her. She made sure to praise you every time you did something she wanted you to or liked, in order to encourage you to keep listening. But also because she saw how your cheeks turned fusia whenever you received praise from her, and she could live off of those little reactions she was drawing from you.
“Good girl, getting and laying back on the bed just like I told you…” she cooed.
“Such a pretty thing… All your clothes off, you look absolutely gorgeous, Darling…”
“Like my name that much, do you…? Moan it then… Moan my name, sweet girl…”
And you did just that, moaning and whimpering her name. Your hands gripped the sheets and your back arched as Alma slowly pumped two fingers in and out of you. Her palm ground against your clit, making you jerk and grind your hips against her hand, desperate for more friction.
“Alma Alma Alma…!!” You chanted in a strained moan.
“Look at you, moaning like such a good girl…” the woman purred, her fingers starting to speed up and build you up closer and closer to your impending climax, “But don’t get too loud, love… we don’t want the children hearing… I’ll have to gag you if you get to loud…” Alma warily purred.
The word gag immediately sent shivers through your spine and it made your walls clench around the woman’s finger.
“Oh… you want to be gagged…? Is my good girl secretly a little slut…?” Alma cooed wickedly.
Your walls fluttered again, and you tried to stifle the cry that wanted to tear through you as you teetered on the edge of your orgasm. You were so close you could even answer Alma’s question.
“Please— Alm— clit cum!!” You gasped, desperately begging.
Alma immediately understood, grinding her palm down on your clit even faster and harder, effectively sending you crashing over the edge.
Your eyes screwed shut tight and your mouth went agape as the waves of pleasure crashed into you. Euphoria filled your veins, pleasure hitting every nerve in your body… You gasped for breath as you let out breathy and squeaky cries.
Alma continued her administrations, slowly slowing down her pace to help you up, over, and back down your first high of the night.
And the woman hadn’t even taken her own clothing yet…
Luckily, it was like Alma read your mind. As you lay, a little limp on your bed and after she’d pulled away, letting you recover, Alma stood up and began stripping. Your blissed out self watched Alma intently with a little smirk. The woman looked your way and chuckled at how blissed out you already looked.
The limpness didn’t last long though, as the revealing of Alma’s frame was quick to revitalize you as well as the growing fire in your core. The raven haired woman then stalked back towards you.
You now finally connected what her eyes were telling you. There were saying you were her prey. And that she was hunting you… the fact made you even more dizzy, it made buck your hips as the woman came up and held herself up on top of you.
She had cleaned her fingers of your juices with her tongue; she now licked her lips, still tasting on her tongue. Alma then quirked her head and looked at you like she had decided something.
“Why don’t you be a good slut and let me sit on your face…?” Alma purred seductively.
Your breathing was labored and you swore you wouldn’t ever be able to breath properly with this woman around. You immediately nodded and with great vigor. You raised your hands and made grabby hands at her along with a whimper.
Alma chuckled and understood, gettin into a straddling position around you and shuffling up to your face. Your hands immediately found home around her thighs. And you immediately tugged the woman’s bare cunt down on your face, making Alma help in surprise.
“Eager slut aren’t yo— Oh Christ…!” Alma moaned.
Her hands quickly lunged for the headboard, keeping her stable as you went to town in between her legs. Alma’s eyes rolled back and she began grinding against your face, encouraging you to not let up. Her breathing became more and more labored, and even though she was trying to stifle her sounds, multiple groans and moans found themselves slipping past her lips.
“Ohhhh Fu—- Just like that..!!” Alma groaned out,
“Make me cum, pretty slut—!!”
You eagerly continued to fuck the woman with your tongue until she was squirting her juices all over your face.
You couldn’t help the moan that tore through you,
“Yes yes mmmommmmyy—” you moaned into Alma’s cunt.
This made Alma only grind against your and groan harder as she rode out your orgasm.
When she had come down from her high, Alma stepped back and off from your face, coming down to straddle your legs. She was breathing heavily, her pupils were dilated, but nevertheless, she still managed to hold herself up over you once more.
“Mommy… hmmmm…?” Alma cooed, as she began to link her legs to into yours, aligning her cunt to your core.
Alma then rolled her hips forward, grinding her core against yours. Your one hand immediately grasped for the sheets and your other went to cover your mouth before you accidentally cried out.
“Answer mommy, slut.” Alma growled lightly.
Your heart was racing and you could barely register the woman’s words at this point.
“Yes YES mommy MOMMY!!!” You chocked out, releasing your hand from your mouth and swiftly moving it to Alma’s shoulder to hold onto her.
“Hmmmm, good girl…” Alma purred, as she continued to grind her pussy against your cunt.
~~~
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@athenodora-sulpicia-writer Request- Miss Peregrine; If you do can you write a one shot with the numbers, 2, 60 and 62 from your Mummy Masterlist all for a female reader/character? And if you write it about Miss Peregrine can you make it dark Miss P?
Hey @athenodora-sulpicia-writer !! Thanks for the request and your patience 😊 I had fun researching Miss P and now I’m happy to say that I can write for her! I got some inspiration from @valentineisrotting on this one 🙃 And I also found a Stela Cole song to go along with it! To me, Love Like Mine appeals to the dark and sacrificial nature of Miss P’s love in this plus the “I’m so good that I’ll make you wanna stay up” line😫 (and much more but that’s the main point). Hope you Enjoy 💋
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#2. “Be a good girl and tie yourself to the bed posts”
#60. “You broke the rules…”
#62. “I might do something I’ll regret…”
Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, little angst, little fluff, forbidden love (sort of but not really), kissing, eating out, fingering, punishment, overstimulation, gagging, mistress kink, praise kink, implied degrading kink, implied age gap (all legal), etc.
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She’d told you to never visit. Not that she didn’t want you to… Hell, she longed for you to. No, because she was afraid they’d catch you.
See, you had what the scientists longed for… True Immortality. That was your peculiarity. You weren’t a simple child anymore, and if had gotten harder and harder to conceal with time. So out of preservation of both your lives, Alma had forbid you from coming to see her in her loops. It was letters only.
But once you’d heard of her loop nearly being damn near destroyed… You couldn’t help the urge to run into the arms of your lover to see if all was well.
You had heard from a friend that Miss Peregrine and her peculiar children had found a new home near New Zealand. So you travelled there and lo and behold, you found the rumored loop and house corresponding with it. You entered and walked through the front gate.
And next to the front door, talking to one of her children, stood the one and only, Alma Peregrine. You suddenly felt all childish again. You’d broken her only rule. But you didn’t care enough about that right now.
As you stood there from afar, mouth agape at your lover, Alma sensed something in the air had changed. You had started to walk up the front path to the house, when her gaze caught yours. A myriad of emotions washed over face.
Anger. Sadness. Pure joy. A little lust…?
As you walked up the house steps, Alma sent her child inside.
Before she could say anything, you began, “I know you told me… not to come… but…” you found yourself a stuttering mess, “but then I heard about you almost getting killed…?! And I just thought that I needed to know you were alright…”
Your gaze met hers as you hit your lips and blushed, unsure what she would do. Suddenly, it was like something broke inside the raven haired goddesses eyes. You gasped lightly as you were suddenly in her tight embrace.
“I was so worried for you…” she whispered.
Your eagerly returned her hug. Her lips peppering kisses all over your face and neck.
“Me? I was worried for you… Are you safe now…?” You whispered.
She nodded and pulled away slightly, growing more distant all of a sudden. Her gaze becoming darker.
“Love…?”
“Even though we’re safe now… You still broke the rules, my dear…”
Your breath hitched slightly. Light blush crept up your cheeks as you apprehensively nodded in recognition of your disobedience.
“I might do something I’ll regret…” She warily warned you.
Afterall, she hadn’t seen you in ages. And now she was getting a chance to lay hands on you once more. At her full Control. She wanted to check in with you first.
At that, she smirked and nodded, her hand crept up your shoulder, as she brought her lips to the shell of your ear.
“Second floor, last door on the right…” she husked, “Be a good girl and tie yourself to the bed posts…”
Your breath hitched yet again.
“Yes mistress…” you whimpered, scurrying into the house and up the stairs.
You didn’t even register to explain your presence to her children, whom you passed along the way. Luckily, Alma had you covered on that front. As you stripped and dug around her closet for her signature black lace ties, Alma explained to her children a bit about you and your presence here.
When she came into her room, you were struggling in tying your second wrist to the bedposts. You’d already ties both your feet and your left wrist. The raven haired beauty chuckled lightly, and shutting the door, she came over to you.
“Let me help you, dear…” she purred, easily tying your wrist to the bedpost.
You and she both knew this was the nicest she was going to get tonight. After that, her tone and gaze went straight dark. The kind of darkness that made your thighs clench and your breath shallow… She then moved to the edge of the bed, taking in your entire form.
“You broke the rules…” she repeated, this time with an sharp edge to her tone.
You gulped.
“I did, mistress.” You whimpered, squirming under your restraints.
She hummed in satisfaction of your recognition.
“I haven’t touched you in ages…” she wickedly purred, licking her lips.
Even after all this time, it wasn’t hard to remember that she liked verbal answers…
“No, you haven’t, mistress…” you breathily whimpered.
“Safe words?”
“Green for good, yellow for pause, red for stop, and three taps for stop if I can’t speak.”
The raven haired woman hummed in recognition and then began stripping in front of you without another word. You whimpered lightly at the sight of her body, adorning a jaw-dropping sleek, black lingerie set. Your little sounds did not go unnoticed by the other woman. She then climbed on the bed, crawling on top of you.
“You’ll have to be quiet. I won’t have the children hearing your leud sounds.” She warned, “I will gag you if you can’t keep those pretty lips closed.”
You nodded vigorously, pursing your lips together tightly.
~~~
You knew she would punish you for breaking her rules, but fuck…
Why did she have to be so fucking skilled at it…?!
Her tongue dipped into your precious cunt tasting the juices of yet another orgasm which she had pulled out of you. You were a shaking, stuttering mess, who was desperately trying to stay quiet. But your head fell back in pure bliss as her tongue slotted itself inside your core once more.
“Fuck yessssss…” you hissed, tugging on your restraints.
At this, Alma cocked her head up and removed her tongue fully from your heated center. You hit back the whimper which was bound to try and escape you. The raven haired goddess then got up without another word and grabbed your knickers, shoving them in your mouth and effectively gagging you.
~~~
The stamina of this woman, you couldn’t…
She’d been bringing you over the edge for hours, punishing you with the double edged sword of overstimulation. One particular lick to your sensitive and puffy clit, sent you spiraling and spasming. Your back arched and you screamed into your knickers in response.
“Yes, sweet girl, I know your mistresses tongue feels so good. But why are you crying, sweet thing…?” She taunted.
She wasn’t wrong… Your mascara was running down your face. All from the pure utter, overstimulating bliss the woman as bringing you.
“You asked for this when you decided to break the rules…” she wickedly purred, attaching her hot mouth to your clit and sucking harshly.
A desperate cry of painful pleasure left your throat.
“Is this too much for you…?” She taunted, attaching her mouth back quickly on your clit.
You nodded vigorously, pulling tightly against your ties, your body spasming at her touch. But she firmly held your thighs for her easy access.
“That’s odd… look at how your dripping on my tongue…” She chuckled wickedly.
You let out a particularly desperate whine, which was easily muffled by your make shift gag.
“But that’s ok, sweet thing…” She lustfully purred, “If you keep crying like that your mistress will let you cum in her mouth however many times you’d like…”
New tears of pleasure streamed down your face as she brought you to yet another climax, leaving your throat sore and your legs trembling.
“My pretty crybaby…” she cooed while cleaning you up only to go down on your dripping cunt once more.
~~~
Aftercare was a staple for Alma. So when she was done with you, she gently scooped your fragile form up and carried you to her bathtub. She ran the water and then promptly joined you, making sure to live on you and clean you up proper. Then, the two of you snuggled in the water for a while. You nuzzled into her form lovingly.
“Missed you so much…” you murmered into the crook of her neck.
“I missed you too…” Alma whispered, kissing your nose affectionately, “You don’t ever have to leave again, my Dear…”
“I’m yours. Always and Forever…” you murmured, drifting off into a light slumber in Alma’s arms.
Brat reader, jealousy and provoking jealousy, Natasha losing her temper, suggestion of a ménage à trois to provoke jealousy, biting the mouth, mild choking, hair pulling, slap in the face and on the butt, sex on the bedroom floor, possessive Natasha, reader provoking with words, anal sex, double penetration, going beyond the limit
English is not my native language
It all started on a trip to Berlin. You didn't like at all the looks and smiles that the flight attendant was giving to your wife. You were already having a terrible flight because of nausea and dizziness, every time you got on a plane it was like that. Now the last straw was the blonde smiling at Natasha.
When you arrived at the hotel, the goal was to take a shower, lie down and sleep, without even giving Natasha a kiss. You were impatient and just needed to rest your back even though you had come first class
Your steps were light and tired. Shoulders low and deep breathing when the first drops of water fell over your head. Natasha tried to enter the bathroom but the door was locked, a warning. After the shower you unlocked the door and walked calmly to the towel. You dried yourself calmly while feeling a pair of eyes in your direction.
To sleep only a black panty was put on. Without saying anything you lay down and wrapped yourself, without wishing good night or a kiss. You were trying to punish Natasha for something that she wasn't even guilty of. It was just a spoiled attitude coming from you and she knew that it would end sooner or later in a not good way. The physical distance didn't help at all because in the middle of the night, even sleeping, you searched for her arms and threw a leg over her and buried your face in her neck.
At breakfast you were already needy and kissed her with a certain sweetness, so for her the punishment ended, well, it had really ended. You just wanted to enjoy the city during those five days. Five days away from work.
You walked around the whole city, got to know places that you had saved on pinterest, it was your first time in Berlin. You took several photos at the Berlin cathedral, besides spending hours in the museum with a very patient Natasha by your side.
In the late afternoon you both went to a restaurant where you were willing to be spoiled all night, you were willing to give your wife work that day.
It started with a drink, a peck, then another drink and a wet kiss. And you were the one who pulled, you held her cheek, you were the one who spread kisses across her face.
Your mind went back to hours earlier in the hotel room. You had had a tiring day from walking so much, however she wanted to take you to a bar she went to years ago. So you decided that you would take revenge for what happened on the plane, even though she had no fault at all. The goal maybe was to look at some woman and say that she was very beautiful, but nothing beyond that.
Black knee high boots with a heel so thin it could kill, a black leather skirt with a black blouse. The final touch, without panties, the pussy totally exposed, only covered by the short skirt. And you were not crazy to reveal the final touch to your wife, otherwise you wouldn't even leave the room.
Back at the bar, a tall blonde woman, about thirty years old. She approached, she looked at Natasha and gave a smile with a false sweetness. And stared at you with a predatory look.
"You are a beautiful couple", you were already a little drunk but still conscious, that woman was flirting. "Thank you, but my wife and I would like to be alone", Natasha noticed the look and intentions of that woman.
You put your hand on the redhead's shoulder and turned to the woman "forgive my wife, she can be intense sometimes", Natasha looked at you with an arched eyebrow, she knew you were up to something. "I like intense women, and I also like to get straight to the point", you gave a drunk smile to the blonde in front of you who was spending her English and letting the strong accent show.
The blonde completely ignored Natasha, she certainly had no notion at all. She delicately ran her fingers over your face and lifted your chin, making the redhead's blood boil and her heart race with the danger.
"You are the most beautiful thing that has entered this bar during this night"
Natasha's fingers dug into your thigh and you feeling the tension in the air, decided to enjoy the moment and put into practice your "revenge", or spoiled, ridiculous attitude to get attention.
"Thank you", you replied with a velvety voice and winked delicately at the blonde, pretending not to care about your wife at your side about to throw the woman to the ground and shoot her right in the middle of her forehead.
"Your wife seems very protective, you already said she is intense, my angel", you placed one hand on Natasha's that squeezed your thigh "I'll get straight to the point, I would like to have a night with you, but analyzing the situation, I want to do a ménage with you"
"No"
"Yes"
The answers were at the same time, Natasha turned her head to you and you ignored her
"That's what I need, just thinking about you with me I already get very wet, besides, my wife is not handling just one girl, she prefers two, and leaves me unsatisfied"
Natasha's silence was deadly, she heard very well vomiting words, provoking a reaction, you were playing a dangerous game.
"Unsatisfied?", the tone of voice was cold but you ignored
"My wife has been wasting a lot of time lately with flight attendants and leaving aside the woman she really should look at, maybe we can go to our hotel room and try new things", Natasha's breathing was short, her eyes dark with anger, but you didn't shut up and she wanted to know how far you would go with this sick game
"I would love to try maybe a double penetration, I never thought about it but I am so horny right now"
Natasha didn't make a scene, she just threw a deadly look at the woman that she is sure she never felt so bad in her whole life with just a look. The blonde noticed the heavy atmosphere and that there was a conflict between you and apologized and left.
Natasha on the other hand took a deep breath and left a good amount of money on the table and took your hand. "You are nothing but a spoiled little slut desperate for attention" "Do you have any idea what you just said?" Natasha said against your lips, at that moment she already had you against the wall of the bar's outside area
"You talked about another body touching you. You talked about cheating on me and about a fantasy that you know leaves me out of control"
You smiled, running your tongue over your lips, feeling the heat of Natasha's anger and desire.
"I just told the truth, Nat. You owe me. And if you don't give me the intensity I want, I will have to look elsewhere... or maybe, you will have to prove to me that you are the only one who can fulfill all my desires. Including the dirtiest ones, if it were the flight attendant I'm sure you would do it"
"Unsatisfied?" Natasha repeated the word as if it were a personal insult "I will show you what dissatisfaction is, my dear. We are going back to that hotel now. And I will fuck you so hard and so often that you will forget how to spell the word "flight attendant""
You were anxious, anxious to provoke, anxious to test limits, anxious to get out of routine. Now already in the car the redhead remained silent, however her fingers white while driving. You looked at her and took off the seatbelt.
She said something but you didn't care. Your next step was to sit with your back to the door and stretch your legs until touching your wife's thighs. "You are very quiet, Natasha", you provoked while your legs went up her waist, the leather skirt rose enough for the angle to show the shine of your pussy already wet.
"I am thinking how I will make you regret having left the hotel room"
At that moment Natasha realized that she was not your wife, was not the mother of your daughter who stayed in New York with Yelena, was not the shy girl she met years ago. You were different, jealousy shaped you, motivated you in a surprising way, you were wild. Spoiled, crossing limits with words, practically offering yourself.
"Oh, please! You think you intimidate me? Do you know what I was thinking while that German was touching my chin? I was thinking that, maybe, I should accept. Because, honestly, Nat... I am tired"
Natasha turned her face slowly in your direction, you were crossing limits since the bar
"Tired of what?"
You leaned forward, approaching the redhead, leaving your face centimeters from hers, before saying anything you changed your facial expression to that of an oppressed wife who suffers in marriage.
"I am tired of pretending" the lie came out shamelessly, the voice tinged with a drunk cruelty "You know all those moans? Those contractions you think you cause in me? The shivers, half of them... I was just being a good wife. I have been faking my orgasms for months, just not to hurt your dominant wife ego"
The car swerved slightly to the left when Natasha reacted instinctively to the insult. She braked abruptly at a deserted red light, turning to you with a look that could melt steel
"You are lying" Natasha sentenced, the voice coming out in a lethal whisper. "I know your body better than yourself, dear. I feel your heart race, I feel your taste change, I see your skin get stained red. You cannot fake the way your legs tremble for half an hour after I finish you"
You shrugged, leaning your head back on the window
"Maybe I am just an excellent actress. Maybe I need something... new. Something that does not have this smell of routine and excessive control"
Natasha let out a dark laugh, one that made the hairs on your arm stand up, despite the provocation.
"If you were pretending, honey, you would not be so jealous of an irrelevant flight attendant. You would not be trying to hurt me with such low lies. You are desperate because you know that nobody, absolutely nobody, will possess you the way I possess. You are my dependent, and I love that"
"You are my little slut desperate for attention and you know that only I can give it, you know that only I make you cum, you know that only I can leave you so desperate and make you climb in a short time"
The car finally entered the private garage of the luxury hotel. Natasha parked aggressively, turning off the engine. The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the click of the engine cooling and your breathing
You tried to open the door, but Natasha locked the exits through the central panel.
"Open this, Natasha. I want to go up and order room service. And maybe I will ask the maid to stay to keep me company"
You kept provoking, the drunkenness was giving you a suicidal courage.
Natasha got out of the car and, in seconds, opened the door on your side. She did not wait for you to get out on your own. Natasha grabbed you by the waist, pulling you out of the vehicle. And you stumbled on the high heels, falling into the redhead's arms.
She carried you to the elevator where you began to get irritated and shout "Let me go now"
"Natasha Romanoff you have no right to pull me out of that car, fuck"
She remained silent and breathing deeply, she was pulling patience from the bottom of her soul
"Let me go, this is kidnapping"
"I will scream, I will say I don't know you"
She grabbed you tighter this time and put you right in front of her
Natasha rested her forehead on yours, eyes fixed on yours
"My love" Natasha interrupted, the voice too calm, which was the maximum sign of danger. "Keep talking. Keep lying about what you feel when I touch you. Because in three minutes, when we cross the door of that suite, I will give you so much proof of the truth that you will lose your voice before being able to apologize"
You swallowed dry, the glint of challenge in your eyes faltering for a millisecond before being replaced by a burning expectation. You knew the night would be long, painful and wonderful. And that was exactly why you could not stop provoking.
The elevator arrived at the penthouse with a soft chime. The doors opened to the silent luxury of the suite, but the peace would not last long. Natasha dragged you inside, kicking the door to close, ready to tame the wife in a way that Berlin would never forget.
When the door closed, fate was sealed. It would be the most pleasurable and painful night you would have in Germany. You moved away from Natasha, walked to the center of the room while she remained leaning on the door
You looked straight into her eyes and first took off the boot. The sound of the zipper echoed through the room, soon after throwing it in any corner. You got rid of the blouse, the tip of your breast was already hardened due to the cold and the arousal.
Finally in a performative moment, you slid the short skirt down your legs. The ass up facing Natasha. When throwing it toward her. She walked like a lion that would tear apart the small victim.
However, when Natasha was less than a meter away, you took a quick step back retreating to a luxurious renaissance style chair, upholstered in crimson velvet, that was near the window. You sat there. And then, with a slowness that was pure psychological torture, opened your legs, displaying the wet and exposed pussy to your wife.
Natasha felt her mouth dry. She took another step forward, ready to take what was being offered.
But, as soon as Natasha invaded your personal space, you lifted both legs, stretching them and planting your bare feet firmly against the redhead's abdomen and thighs, pushing her away. The force was not enough to hurt Natasha, but the message was clear access denied
"No, no, no, no" you sang, the voice dragged by the drink, wagging your index finger in the air. "Who said you can come close, Romanoff? I didn't give permission. You are not deserving"
Natasha looked at your feet pushing her body, then raised her gaze to the insolent face. The Black Widow's jaw locked.
"Dear, take your feet off me before I decide that you will not need to walk for the rest of the trip" Natasha warned, the voice dangerously low and controlled.
"Or what?" You laughed, throwing your head back, the full breasts swaying slightly with the movement. "You will punish me? How cliché, Natasha. Honestly, I expected more creativity from the legendary Black Widow. Maybe you should call your blonde friend from the plane to give you some tips on how to please me. Or that woman from the bar. She seemed to know exactly what to do with a woman like me"
Natasha did not shout. She did not rant. Natasha's anger was a frozen lake silent, lethal and relentless. You thought you were in control because the drink gave you a suicidal courage. But Natasha knew exactly where the lawyer's self destruction button was. If you wanted to play with jealousy, Natasha would show you how professionals did it.
In a fluid movement, Natasha stepped back, freeing herself from your legs. She slipped her hand into the pocket of her tailored pants and pulled out her encrypted phone. The screen lit her hardened face.
"You know, you are right, moya dusha" Natasha said, the tone suddenly casual, while typing something on the device. "You are clearly bored. And since my goal is always your satisfaction, I think your idea at the bar was brilliant. Vacations are for trying new things, right?"
The mocking smile on your face faltered, just a fraction of a millimeter, but enough for Natasha to notice.
"What are you doing?" You asked, the voice failing, the expression starting to look desperate. And Natasha just stared at you with an intense look. A look of someone who had everything under control and was only playing for fun. She brought the phone to her ear and began to speak in German with a seductive and pleasant voice, the voice that made your pussy twitch.
"Guten Abend. Ja, ich bin's..." Natasha spoke on the phone, maintaining eye contact with you. "Ich habe ein kleines Problem in meiner Suite. Meine Frau ist... unbefriedigt. Wir brauchen Gesellschaft."
Your mask of a powerful woman in control fell with each expression Natasha made, a burning hatred took over your soul.
The jealousy that before was a weapon for your crises, now would be something you would never have the courage to do, but you would.
"Hang up that fucking phone, Natasha," you hissed, the legs once stretched now curling, hands grabbing the arms of the velvet chair.
Natasha smiled from the corner of her lips, a cold and victorious smile. "Ja, Zimmer 402. Wir warten auf dich."
Natasha lowered the phone, but did not lock it. She looked at you, whose breathing was now panting not from desire, but from pure fury.
"Done. Solved," Natasha said, adjusting the collar of her green shirt "I invited a woman to participate. The receptionist who assisted us at check in, remember her? Brunette, tall, blue eyes. She seemed very willing to offer an exceptional service. Since I can't handle you alone, she should arrive in five minutes."
You stood up. The alcohol pulsed in your veins, mixing with blind anger and a possessiveness so violent that it prevented you from thinking clearly. You did not step back. You did not cry. The drink did not let you be submissive at that moment; the drink made you a cornered animal.
Your eyes carried a pure insanity, you were out of yourself at that moment. The left hand grabbed the tip of your right breast. Squeezed hard but you didn't even care, now you would show your beloved wife what really was crossing limits
"You think you are in control of the situation, Natasha", now your right hand was going down slowly through the abdomen and reaching the pussy wet with arousal. "You think I will be shaken because of a slut that enters through that door?"
Natasha felt all the muscles of her body tense to the maximum. The vision of you touching yourself in that vulgar and aggressive way to challenge her was destroying her last barriers of sanity.
You circled your clitoris with the thumb and then with the index and middle finger, you ran over the pussy slit. After wetting the fingers you took both to your mouth and sucked
"I am waiting for your guest to arrive, Natasha," you said, the breathing becoming irregular, the flush of alcohol and anger marking your chest and neck. "But I will give you a warning. If the handle of that door turns... if a woman crosses that threshold... I leave here."
You stopped touching yourself, slapping the wet hand on your own thigh, leaving the shiny trail of your excitement exposed.
"I will leave this room exactly as I am", you looked with hatred at Natasha "I will leave this room naked for everyone to see who is the wife of the black widow"
"But that's not all, I will corner the first man I see in that corridor and beg with all my sweet words for him to fuck me so hard that I will forget even the name of my dear wife"
That was a shock for the redhead, never in life she would think that something like that would come out of your mouth. It was not the woman she met years ago, it was not at all.
Natasha was playing this game with surprising calm, but you played very low, you hit her weak point. She was a possessive woman, nobody touched what was hers, and you were the priority of her life
She still held the phone, and at that moment nothing else mattered, you sealed the end of the game. You signed your own death. Natasha threw the phone against the wall and it shattered. You let out a laugh and a satanic smile.
"Repeat"
She approached you with everything
"Repeat, fuck"
"You are not deaf, dear"
Natasha lost control. With the right hand she grabbed your hair and pulled with a violence that gave you arousal. With the left hand she squeezed your chin and brought your face close to hers.
Instead of you stepping back or giving any sign of discomfort, you gave another smile to her and with your teeth, bit her lower lip, making her let out a moan.
"You heard very well, I said that I would beg a man to..."
You did not finish speaking when both bodies fell to the floor. Your back hit the carpet, you only let out a low groan of pain but she didn't even care.
"Shut that fucking mouth"
But you did not shut up, you didn't even care about the order and didn't think before speaking. You would say the most cruel, disrespectful and disgusting thing that any wife could say
"My pussy is soaked" you whispered, the voice dragged and mocking, rubbing the hips against Natasha's leg. "And maybe it is not for you"
Natasha's patience, the last drop of rational humanity that still remained there, disintegrated.
Natasha with great force shoved two fingers into your pussy without mercy. A scream of pain and pleasure came out of your soul. A huge electric shock took over your body, she thrust hard, was mistreating the pussy
"Tell me, fuck"
"Tell me for who this pussy is wet, tell me who is the only person who can touch it, you desperate slut"
Natasha continued with force, the other hand grabbed the waist, with a grip that would leave marks, and when she gave that squeeze your pussy contracted strongly around her fingers.
The redhead gave a mocking little laugh, she hovered over you and with violence she grabbed your breast with her teeth, Natasha bit hard before sucking.
A scream of pain came out of you and tears began to fall, you got what you wanted. You took Natasha to the limit.
"Tell me, tell me, tell me, fuck"
"Only I eat you like this" she said with a convinced smile, but you would not let it go
"Could be...", you screamed among the moans "Could be better, could be more pleasurable"
"Fuck me straight, Natasha"
Natasha growled. An animalistic sound vibrating in the ex assassin's chest.
"More pleasurable?" Natasha spat the word, the hand going to your nape and pulling your hair hard, forcing you to look at the ceiling.
Natasha changed the angle, making each thrust even deeper, hitting in an almost primitive way.
There was no affection, there was no softness. The fingers were more violent and the screams increased with each thrust. Tears of pleasure began to fall from your eyes and decorating your face that was a mess
"You want more? I give you more, you spoiled brat!" Natasha exclaimed, heavy breathing, sweat beginning to appear on her forehead.
She left your breast to go down with her teeth along your neck, sucking and tearing your sensitive skin, leaving purple and red marks that would take weeks to disappear.
You completely lost control of your own body. The alcohol, the pain, the overwhelming pleasure and the weight of Natasha's domination created a short circuit in your brain. Your provocations finally failed when you were swallowed by an orgasm so violent that your muscles locked.
You could no longer form ironic or cruel words. Only screams. You screamed Natasha's name repeatedly, nails now grabbing the fabric of your wife's pants, silently begging for her not to stop, although your body was on the verge of collapse.
Your pussy contracted violently around Natasha's fingers, sucking each movement, completely betraying your lie from minutes ago. Your body acclaimed for Natasha, cried for her, demanded the brutality that only the redhead knew how to give you.
While you went into convulsions of pleasure on the cold floor, sobbing and drooling, Natasha continued. She would not stop. You wanted to play at forgetting the word limits, and Natasha was willing to spend the whole night erasing any trace of resistance, jealousy or audacity from your drunk body.
She did not care about your sensitivity at the moment, you made it clear how you wanted to be fucked and she would do it.
When your body became limp, you were weak, you thought she would hug you and you already had an apology ready. But the reality was that she carried you grabbing your waist and your hair and laid you on the bed and disappeared right after.
Your body felt relief as soon as it touched the expensive mattress. The relief pain of pleasure in your back mixed with the irregular breathing and the pussy still contracting now in nothing.
You thought it was over, but it was just beginning.
Natasha moved away from you and the only sound echoing through the room was the suitcase opening.
Your heart raced. The liquid courage you had drunk at the bar was evaporating, leaving only the terrifying anticipation of what was to come.
When Natasha returned to your field of vision, the air seemed to be sucked out of the room. The Black Widow still wore the green silk shirt, now wrinkled and with the first buttons open, revealing the pale skin and sweat at the base of the neck. But it was what she carried in her hands and what she wore underneath that made your breathing stop completely.
Natasha had already put on the black leather harness, firmly adjusted to her sculpted hips, holding a dark, thick and intimidating artificial member, that pointed with an implacable rigidity in your direction. In one of her hands, she held a bottle of expensive lubricant; in the other, a black, thick vibrator, of ribbed texture and frightening size.
"N Nat..." you stammered, eyes wide, the arrogance completely erased from your voice.
"You said you were unsatisfied, didn't you?" Natasha's voice was a velvet torn by blades. Cold, clinical and absolutely merciless. She walked to the edge of the bed. "You said you needed more. That I could not handle alone."
"I was... I was just provoking, you know..." You tried to retreat on the mattress, but there was nowhere to go.
"I do not care what you were doing. I care about what you asked. And you, my dear and insolent wife, asked for an intensity that you do not have capacity to endure."
With a quick and brutal movement, Natasha grabbed your ankles and pulled you back to the edge of the bed. Before you could protest, her strong hands grabbed your hips and forced you to turn face down.
"On all fours. Now" Natasha ordered. The tone admitted no hesitation.
Trembling, you obeyed. You rested your knees on the mattress and elbows on the sheets, lifting the ass, leaving all your reddened and soaked intimacy completely exposed to Natasha's predatory view. The posture was the personification of vulnerability.
Natasha poured an obscene amount of lubricant on the thick vibrator. The cold liquid ran down the silicone. Without warning, without preparatory caresses, Natasha pressed the cold and wide tip against the entrance of your pussy and, with a firm and continuous push, buried the object deeply inside you.
You screamed. Not from pain, as your body was incredibly lubricated and dilated by the recent orgasm, but from the sensation of absolute and suffocating fullness. The toy was too big, filling every millimeter of your needy pussy, stretching the internal walls in a way that made you arch your back violently
"Stay still" Natasha growled. With her thumb, she reached the base of the toy and pressed the button to maximum power.
A deep hum filled the room. The violent vibration exploded inside you. Your legs gave out instantly, your elbows buckled, but Natasha did not let you fall. The redhead shoved her right hand under your abdomen, pulling your waist up, forcing you to maintain the position on all fours while the machine vibrated mercilessly in your core.
"Try to take it, brat. Didn't you want to try new things?" Natasha whispered, her voice loaded with cruel sarcasm.
You bit the pillow, trying to muffle the sound that wanted to tear out of your throat. You were being destroyed from the inside. The intense vibration was overwhelming your nerves. But the tactile punishment did not stop there. Natasha raised her left hand and, with fingers open, delivered a sharp and violent slap to your right buttock.
SMACK!
The sound was like a gunshot in the presidential suite. Your pale skin was marked with a vivid red in the shape of fingers almost immediately. You let out a muffled cry into the pillow, your eyes filling with tears.
"That's for your little jealousy show on the plane" Natasha said coldly.
SMACK!
Another slap, this time on the left buttock, with doubled force. You whimpered, your hips trying to escape the blow, but Natasha's hand on your stomach kept you pinned like an anchor.
"That's for your show at the bar" Natasha continued, her voice rising a tone, Russian anger leaking through the syllables.
SMACK!
A third strike, right in the center, making the soft flesh tremble and burn.
"And that's for having the audacity to tell me you would spread your legs for the first idiot who showed up in the hallway!"
With each slap, humiliation and pain fused with the violent vibration inside you. You were in pieces. Your drunken mind could not process the overwhelming mix of sensations. You tried not to moan, tried to maintain what little dignity your stubbornness demanded, but it was useless. The pain from the slaps made the blood rush to the area, increasing sensitivity, while the vibrator ground your internal nerves until turning them to dust.
"Y-you... you're hurting me..." you let out against the sheet, your voice broken.
"I am teaching you. There is a big difference" Natasha shot back.
The redhead released your abdomen, allowing you to support yourself again. Natasha leaned over your bare back. The anger was beginning to give way to an obsessive need for possession. She wanted you to feel every cell of your body being claimed.
Natasha lowered her face and opened her mouth over your spine, right between your shoulder blades. She sank her teeth into your sweaty skin. You gasped loudly, your back arching like a bow. Before the pain settled, Natasha replaced the bite with a slow and wet lick, her hot tongue running down the entire length of your spine, feeling you tremble violently under her touch.
The combination of sharp pain in your ass, the insane vibration in your pussy and the hot bites on your back created a cocktail of arousal so powerful that you lost any control over yourself. You did not try to hold back anymore. You started to moan. Loud, long and desperate moans of someone being possessed to the soul.
"That's it..." Natasha murmured against your skin, her strong hands now caressing your trembling thighs and squeezing your red buttocks. "Move your hips for me. Show how needy you are."
You obeyed. Like an animal driven by pleasure and pain, you began to move your hips, your pelvis moving in an erratic and pornographic way on the bed, rubbing the vibrator internally. The drunkenness left you without filters, without shame. You cried, tears soaking your entire face, while arousal darkened your vision.
Little by little, Natasha's brutality began to transform into something different. The storm had not passed, but the wind now blew in another direction. The twisted and predatory delicacy that only Natasha possessed began to emerge. While you moved blindly, Natasha brought her right hand to the erect silicone member she wore. She caressed it slowly, covering it with the remaining lubricant. The sight of the spy, with her silk shirt open, face flushed and eyes shining in pure dominance while preparing the tool that would destroy your last defenses, was terrifying and beautiful.
With her left hand, Natasha slid her fingers between your legs. She traced the base of the thick vibrator that occupied the entrance of your pussy and found your swollen and throbbing clitoris.
As soon as Natasha's thumb began to strike there, in a fast and relentless rhythm, you let out a sharp sound.
"Nat! My God, Nat!" you begged, your hips throwing themselves back against the redhead's hand.
"Didn't you want to fulfill a fetish?" Natasha whispered, her voice now a demonic purr in your ear. "Wasn't it you who said you were curious about a double penetration?"
Your heart stopped for a second before beating again in a frantic rhythm. The panic that Natasha would actually do that filled you, but it was immediately obliterated by an obscene and depraved arousal that made you salivate.
"P-please... I don't..." you tried to articulate, but Natasha gave you no choice.
Natasha aligned her hips. The cold and lubricated tip of the artificial member touched your smaller and tight entrance of the anus. You shivered from head to toe.
"Relax, moya dusha. Trust me. You won't need anyone else after tonight. I will be the first, the last and the only one to open you this way."
Slowly, with an excruciating patience that contrasted with the fury from minutes before, Natasha began to push. The invasion was millimetric. Your body tensed like a violin string, the sensation of invasion in a forbidden place mixing with the absurd volume that was already inside your pussy.
"Breathe" Natasha ordered, stopping the movement to let your body get used to it. She massaged your red ass with her warm hands, soothing the muscles. "That's it. Let the air out. Let everything go for me."
Little by little, yielding to the commanding voice of the woman you loved, you relaxed. And when you did, Natasha sank the member to the base in a single fluid motion.
The scream that came out of you was not human. It was a broken sound, torn from the depths of your chest. The sensation of being completely, absurdly full, invaded from two sides, stretched beyond any limit you knew, was a collapse in your system. The vibrator buzzed in your pussy, hitting the G spot nonstop, while the thick strap hit deep in your anus, creating an internal friction that drove you completely insane.
Natasha began to move. Slowly at first, pulling and pushing the member, making sure each thrust made the dick rub against the dividing wall, pressing the vibrator that was in the vagina.
"How is it?" Natasha provoked, her hands holding your thin waist firmly, setting the rhythm. "Is this what you wanted? Is this how your German from the bar would do it? Answer!"
"No! No!" You sobbed, your hips now moving desperately on your wife's cock, seeking to sink deeper into that pleasurable and maddening pain. "It's only you! Only you, Nat! Please!"
"I'm tired of faking orgasms, wasn't that what you said in the car?" Natasha thrust deeper, increasing the speed. The sound of bodies colliding and flesh slapping filled the room.
"I lied! I lied, fuck!" You screamed, tears flowing freely, your head thrown back, hair tangled. "I love you! Fuck me, Nat! Harder! Faster, please!"
You were reduced to primal instincts. The brilliant lawyer, the caring mother, the insolent wife everything had burned in the flames of lust and pain. You were feeling an arousal so monstrous you thought you would die.
You arched your hurt ass, throwing yourself against Natasha's violent thrusts, the vibrator almost slipping out of your pussy with each impact before being pushed back by the collision of bodies.
Natasha complied. She lost control. The ex spy grabbed your hair, pulling you back so your bodies were skin to skin, your sweaty back against the redhead's chest.
The rhythm became frantic, insane. One stab after another, marking, subjugating, emptying your mind of any coherent thought.
The flood of dopamine hit your drunken brain. The orgasm that swallowed you was unlike anything you had ever felt in your life. It was not a wave, it was an explosion. A white blackout.
You froze in the middle of a thrust. Your eyes rolled back for real this time, your arms completely gave out, and you collapsed face down on the mattress. The scream you let out was so long and high pitched that it tore your throat, turning into a hoarse hiss at the end. Your internal walls contracted with terrifying violence, squeezing Natasha's member and the vibrator in spasms that seemed infinite.
Natasha stopped moving, panting, sweat dripping from her face onto your back. She stayed there for long minutes, holding your trembling and convulsing body, feeling the absolute power of having taken you far beyond the stars and the abyss.
When the tremors finally began to subside, the room plunged into a dense silence, broken only by the desperate breathing of both of you and the low hum of the vibrator still turned on. The adrenaline dropped abruptly. The alcohol, the pain, the emotional terror and the stratospheric pleasure took their toll. You were almost unconscious. Your body was heavy, limp, without a drop of resistance.
Natasha slid out of you slowly, the suction sound breaking the silence. She got rid of the harness quickly and threw it away. She did not turn off or remove the vibrator from your pussy, the psychological punishment for the insolence of the night demanded that you sleep feeling completely "filled", remembering who had put it there.
With a tenderness that contrasted absurdly with the brutality of the last forty minutes, Natasha turned your limp body onto your back. You looked like a broken doll. Your face was red, wet with tears. Your chest rose and fell in deep exhaustion.
Natasha pulled the heavy hotel duvets, covering your hurt, sweaty and marked body, keeping you warm against the cold of the air conditioning.
Natasha lay down beside you. She pulled you into her arms. You had no strength to move, but your submissive and dependent instinct took control of your almost unconscious body.
With half closed eyes and your mind drifting on the edge of fainting, you dragged your face to Natasha's chest. The redhead still had her silk shirt open. Smelling the warm skin, you opened your mouth and, like a reflex of someone seeking absolute safe harbor after the storm, took one of your wife's full breasts through the thin fabric that remained, sucking it slowly, the need for physical comfort overriding any shame.
Natasha's fingers threaded into your black and sweaty hair, stroking your scalp rhythmically, while her other hand caressed your marked back, being careful not to touch your reddened ass with force.
The deep hum of the vibrator still vibrated inside you, keeping you in a constant state of semi arousal, but the exhaustion was so great that you could no longer react with pain or pleasure. It was so bittersweet.
"You are safe now, my life" Natasha whispered in the dim light of the room, her voice now sweet and protective, the dominant demon giving way to the devoted matriarch. "No one will ever hurt you out there. Only I can break you. And only I know how to fix you."
You sucked Natasha's breast once more, a drunken and drawn out murmur escaping your swollen lips. Your spoiled vocabulary had disappeared, the sharp phrases erased. You were reduced to your purest and most submissive essence.
"Sorry..." you mumbled against Natasha's skin, your eyelids weighing a ton. Your mind faded in and out, merging the image of your strong, protective and omnipotent wife with the comfort you desperately needed. The alcohol and the trauma of pleasure made you regress completely. You snuggled deeper into the redhead's neck. "Mommy..."
Natasha smiled, a genuine smile of victory and deep love, kissing the top of your head. The beast had been tamed, the brat had been broken and rebuilt.
"Sleep, my love" Natasha answered softly, rocking your body in the darkness of the Hotel de Rome. "Mommy is here."
And while the Berlin night advanced outside the window, chaos gave way to an exhausted silence. You passed out, curled up in the arms of the Black Widow, with a toy still inside you, however turned off in your interior and the absolute and unshakable certainty that you had found a love as possessive, dangerous and sick as you yourself needed to survive. And the Berlin audit had definitely been closed with a perfectly balanced result.
The night ended with Natasha delicately removing the vibrator from your pussy and going to the bathroom to get a damp towel to clean you. She cleaned you with all the care and adoration in the world and finally collapsed by your side
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Oh, a human being is seeking a social response? Human being, the social animal wired to make and track social connection? A human desires the vital blood that permitted their species to survive for millennia? The human being who was born completely helpless and primed in every way by nature to seek attention and help from their community?
Wow that’s crazy. How embarrassing. Humiliating even. Should we isolate them from community? Should we call Wire Mother?
she does not get enough credit for being like the only stranger things parent to know where her kids (and sometimes the others too) are supposed to be at any given time . . .
