Masquerade ball
Natasha was sent on a mission to collect a database from a criminal organization. But as soon as she saw the woman across the room, she noticed the way she was looking at her, and that's when Natasha realized she would get the information from her
Lot of rough sex, knives, hot candle wax,crawling with Natasha hands guiding her through her hair.
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Natasha was sent on a mission to Italy, a masquerade ball where the world's biggest criminals would be gathered. And in the middle of them, her target.
He was wanted all over the world, untouchable; no one could arrest him or gather enough information to destroy his criminal schemes. And Natasha was there to try to obtain enough data and information for a deeper investigation.
She put the golden mask on her face, a perfect contrast with the black dress that perfectly accentuated the curves of her body. Her red hair was styled into a flawless updo, and red lipstick was the finishing touch, attractive enough to catch the attention of the right person.
She had done this countless times before joining S.H.I.E.L.D. For Natasha, it was something quick and easy once the location was studied before making a move.
She walked up the mansion stairs with a charm that commanded attention. Upon entering the grand ballroom, she surveyed the room.
You were bored, surrounded by criminals throughout the room. People you could not stand, but had to tolerate because of your brother. Your goal for the night was to find a woman to keep you company and maybe even help you escape this shitty reality for a few hours.
After half an hour, your heart raced as soon as you saw her, a redhead with green eyes. She was stunning, the golden mask concealing her identity. She was studying her surroundings as if looking for someone, until her eyes met yours, and you looked away, dying of embarrassment.
Minutes passed and you could not stop staring whenever you thought she was not looking. Until you heard a voice in your ear. Your body froze, your heart accelerated, and it felt like you were going to pass out right then and there.
"I spent a good part of the night feeling your eyes burning into my face," spoke a natural Russian accent. You found it so hot; damn, you were already falling.
The conversation flowed naturally, or at least that was what the alcohol made you imagine. Her hands slid up your thigh, your heart was about to leap out of your chest, and that was when you made a decision. Perhaps the worst in your family's history. That decision would cost an empire, and you did not even know it yet.
Natalie was leading you straight into ruin.
When you closed the door to the main office, which only you and your brother had access to, Natasha pinned you against the door, but did not kiss you. She stared into your eyes through the mask and felt your pulse racing.
You walked right into the widow's spiderweb.
"Already desperate?" she whispered sensually, looking into your eyes with a gaze that felt as if she were peering into your very soul.
With whatever remaining sense you had left, you shook your head no, but your mouth parted slightly and your pupils dilated.
Natasha moved slowly, removing the mask from your face; now she was seeing you for the first time without masks, with nothing in the way. Just your expression. You closed your eyes, and she slowly approached and kissed you. A slow, tender kiss.
Her hands left your waist and moved straight to your neck and face. Natasha was being delicate and affectionate. Hooking up with anyone on this mission had not been in her plans, yet your magnetism was so strong.
Natasha pulled her face back from yours. She was still wearing her mask, and you did not complain. The masked redhead made your pussy contract. You let out a whiny, involuntary moan when she looked into your eyes again and then stared at your swollen lips.
She unpinned you from the door and guided you to the nearest wall. You realized she was not going to take off her mask; you did not even know who she was. But she knew who you were.
When she pinned you against the wall, you immediately swapped positions with her. A minimal amount of control. Natasha let out an ironic chuckle and let you have a tiny taste of what it felt like to have the illusion of control in that moment.
Your lips met Natasha's. This time it was a desperate kiss, full of lust. Before you ran out of breath, the kiss broke and you began frantically kissing and biting the redhead's neck. The kisses drifted down to her breasts, still covered by her dress, and you bit the left one through the fabric, pulling a sigh from Natasha.
The office was rustic, furnished with antique, extremely expensive wooden furniture. Candles were melting in a few corners, large and medium ones. Two leather armchairs sat at the main desk, and several cabinets held weapons displayed for anyone who walked in.
Natasha pulled you away and held your neck with light pressure to show who was truly in command. You might be the sister of the most dangerous and wanted man in Europe, but she was the one ruling that room at that moment.
With her hands still on your neck, she guided you to the desk, where she laid you face down. All the while, you stared at each other, which was terrible because with every passing second, your panties became even wetter.
When she placed you lying face down on the large wooden desk, she simply shifted her grip to the back of your neck, keeping you from looking at her.
She grabbed the zipper of your dress and pulled it down. The navy blue dress was removed. Now you were exposed, wearing only black lace panties. Natasha quickly memorized every detail of you. Then she surveyed the room. She stared at the melting candles, and when she looked back at you, she realized you were staring too.
An idea crossed Natasha's mind, and a sadistic smile came alive on her lips.
She leaned over you and whispered in your ear, "Will you be able to handle it?" A shiver ran through your body, and a slight tremor was noticed by Natasha. The only thing you did was arch your ass toward her and whisper back, your voice thick with lust and desperation, "I accept anything you give me."
With that, she stepped away from you and walked gracefully toward the candelabra holding three burning candles, two large and one medium. When she picked it up, she turned in your direction, and your eyes met.
Natasha returned with slow, teasing steps. Before doing anything else, she touched your back with her free hand.
With the tips of two fingers, she dragged her touch from the nape of your neck down to your ass, sending a shiver through your entire body and causing your pussy to contract for perhaps the third time, though it had already contracted so many times.
After that gentle provocation, she tilted the candelabra over your back, and the first drops of wax hit your skin. The burning sensation combined with the sheer lust you were feeling triggered a loud moan.
The wax kept dripping onto your skin. Natasha was fascinated seeing how much you were enjoying it, how your back was arching, how your body was begging for more.
When it was enough, she blew out the candles with a strong breath and set them at the corner of the desk. You were a beautiful, messy masterpiece.
Natasha ran her hand over your ass; your breathing was already heavy. You felt the sting, but you were not complaining. She stroked your entrance, and with all the patience in the world, she penetrated your pussy with two fingers and began pumping forcefully, making you squirm on the desk and cover your own mouth with your hand to muffle the filthy sounds escaping from your lips.
She looked at you and smiled; seeing someone so important, someone she would extract information from, someone who helped rule an empire, right there on her desk, squirming, begging for more, completely unraveled. It made her so wet.
While she was still fucking you hard, her other hand reached down to her thigh where a small knife was concealed, and she stopped pumping. You let out a frustrated moan and looked back.
Your heart raced even faster when you saw the knife in her hand, but you knew she was not going to hurt you there; the house was surrounded by guards, and she was not crazy enough to kill you. If she left that room without you, she would be stopped immediately by one of them.
You looked at the knife and then at Natasha, and she looked at you and then at your back. And you understood.
She started at your ass, carefully scraping away all the melted wax with the knife. The cold metal touched your skin, but this time you did not arch; you began grinding against her dress, right against her pussy.
It was pure lust; you were acting like a desperate mess who had never had decent sex in her life.
That was Natasha's exact intention.
"My bedroom," you moaned, looking at her the moment she scraped the last piece of wax off your back. "Let us go to my bedroom."
She simply nodded, giving you a lascivious smile. Carefully, she helped you put your dress back on and fixed your hair with a gentleness that made your heart ache.
Before leaving the office, you pulled her into a wet, desperate kiss, carrying the promise that the night was far from over. With that, you took her hand and walked out of the office hand in hand. Natasha was still wearing her golden mask.
In the hallway, you passed a few guards who lowered their heads as soon as they saw you. That only confirmed what Natasha had read in the files regarding your personality and your brother's psychopathic possessiveness; not even the guards were allowed to look at you.
After three hallways and a flight of stairs, the two of you entered your bedroom. Once the door was locked, Natasha immediately started taking off her clothes, throwing them onto the floor, and you helped her. When she stood right in front of you, you stared at her, and with a swift movement that she permitted, you pulled off her mask.
She was stunning. She was perfect. Every inch of her face, every detail, was flawless. With a heavy sigh of surrender, you kissed her again. "You are beautiful," you moaned.
With her permission, you removed the black dress she was wearing, the dress that had captured your attention from the moment she entered your home. Fabulous.
Natasha scanned your room with a quick glance. Both of you were naked, but only you were vulnerable. She noticed an armchair in the corner of the room, and an idea crossed her mind, a hot idea.
She placed both hands on your shoulders and made you kneel. Vulnerability gleamed in your eyes; Natasha's gaze was pure dominance.
You were naked on your knees, your pussy dripping, since she had denied you an orgasm in the office.
When you stared at her pussy, you moved closer, assuming that was why she had put you on your knees. As you approached, she yanked your hair firmly and forced you onto all fours on the floor. You let out a moan of pain right away, but gave no sign of being uncomfortable with what was happening.
With that, she began guiding you with her hand tangled in your hair. You started crawling on the floor of your own bedroom. So submissive.
Natasha sat in the armchair and gently lifted your face toward hers. You blinked twice before focusing on her. Tears trickled down your face, your breathing rapid.
"You look so beautiful when you are being such an obedient little doll," you simply nodded.
"Mommy loves obedience."
"Mommy..." you whispered in a faint voice.
"Now make mommy feel good, my love."
You did; you obeyed Natasha. You knew how to do it very well and would try your absolute best to make the redhead come.
A bit shyly, you spread her legs, and she positioned herself at a perfect angle for her own enjoyment.
A kiss on her clitoris, followed by a bold lick along her slit. Natasha stared at you; you were still embarrassed, but so submissive, on your knees after having crawled.
She gripped your hair firmly and buried your face in her pussy. It was a wordless command, so you kept going. As you poured yourself into your role of satisfying the redhead, she threw her head back, arching her spine. A husky moan escaped her lips, a sound you were certain was the sweetest moan you had ever heard in your life, and that alone made your pussy contract violently.
You began sucking harder while she ground herself against your face, and you were loving it. It was so filthy, so hot, so forbidden. She clutched your hair tightly while you moaned in pain and pleasure. After a few seconds, she finally came with a husky moan that was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard in your life.
After Natasha recovered from her orgasm, she looked at you and stood up, lifting you into her arms. You wrapped your legs around her waist with a muffled cry, and she walked effortlessly carrying you, tossing you onto the bed.
She started by biting your neck, took a hard bite out of your breasts, and before going down to your pussy, she slapped your face. You looked at her smiling through tears of lust; she smiled back, a possessive, lascivious grin.
Natasha devoured your pussy mercilessly, eating you out forcefully and in such a torturous way that you felt like a needy animal that had never received proper attention, experiencing true pleasure for the very first time. When you came, you moaned so loudly that she was certain some of the guards heard it.
And as soon as you fell asleep, she looked at your passed out body, accessed your laptop sitting on a desk in your room, gathered everything she needed, and left, leaving a kiss on your forehead and a whispered promise that she would free you from your brother's clutches.
