"Yes, mistress."
She worked the strap as if the limb was a part of her anatomy, rubbing the lube up and down the shaft as she lined herself up with his entrance. There's a small moment of hesitation before she does ease into him, reaching for his hair and pulling on it roughly, and when she reached the hilt she reminded him gently to “Breathe Captain, you can take it.” It is one of the bigger ones, suitably fit for naughty Captains who think it funny to treat her like she was glass in combat (even though she does love his protection at times). She was going to remind him that she didn’t need the use of serum to remind him rightfully, who taught him everything he knew. “What was it you said? I’m too small to handle that kind of fight?” When he was small she remembered teaching him to use that to his advantage, it seemed a broader frame and a taller stature had gone to his head after years of living in it. It’s all playful and fun though, and she knows he already knows that. If he were truly unhappy Steve was strong enough to take the reigns and kick her power trip down a notch. She guided him to lean further back on her so he was practically sitting in her lap. She wasn’t going to have any mercy on him, because he rarely did the same for her, though she didn’t mind. With the way her life was chaotic outside of the bedroom she rather enjoyed being tossed about and manhandled, and she knew that Steve did too. So she was going to work to her advantage, have him sat back, she buried deep and then and only then did she begin short, sharp, staccato thrusts inside of him. “What's that?” Peggy purred, “Didn’t quite catch that baby, Mistress what?”