Momentary Absolution
Summary - It’s the morning after the night before and is Natasha able to forgive you, or do you need to prove to her how sorry you are?
Warnings - 18+ SMUT, Rough sex, Oral, Strap-on use, Orgasm denial, Nipple play, Slight punishment, Mentions of murder, Language
Authors note - And here you have it. A smutty part 2. Ask and you shall receive. You can read alone or after Part 1 which can be found here
Word count - 3.6k
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The yellow orange glow of the morning sun bouncing off of the surface of the river told you you had overstayed your welcome.
The darkness of night shrouded you like a cloak to any potential bypassers. But the sun acted as a spotlight. Making anyone privy to the goings on by the muddy edge of the bank if they so happened to stumble across it.
Bucky and Steve had been sent home a while before dawn. The deed completed within the hour you arrived there. Yet you stayed to clean up whatever mess was left behind. And even longer still. You liked to think it was because you enjoyed watching the sun rise over the city. But deep down you knew it was because you were avoiding going home.
A dismal honk of the first river ferry of daybreak ended your solitude. Jumping off the hood of your car into the mud sodden ground below, you begrudgingly made your way around to the driver's side. The metal handle cold against your palm as you pull the door open. The mud off of the bottoms of your shoes caking the pedals as you settled your feet against them. Another job for another time.
With a deep breath you started the engine and slowly peeled the car away from the water. Never once pressing down hard enough to encourage loud noises. You didn’t want to alert anyone you were here after all.
-
The house was eerily quiet. The hustle and bustle of the morning staff had not yet begun. A prospect you were grateful for. If there was a time when you didn’t have the energy to speak to people, now fit the bill perfectly.
Your keys found their place in the bowl next to the door. A third anniversary gift from Natasha after you repeatedly misplaced the item. She was good like that. Always trying to make you a better person, even with the small task of keeping you organised.
The journey you made through the house took you directly to the laundry room, where you removed your shoes and stripped off your dirty clothes. The quiet gives you a moment to clear your head once more. You really didn’t want any more blood on your hands. Especially after something so trivial. Especially when the cops had only just started to leave you alone.
Last night was a shit show. You would turn back time if you could.
“You didn’t come to bed last night”
A voice from behind you made your stomach lurch. It was instantly recognisable. Yet your heart was beating out of your chest exponentially. Another perk of the job. On edge and always ready to fight.
“I didn’t, you’re right” a tired response was all Natasha received once you calmed down slightly.
“So you come and drag me away from the club, punish me for running off, then you go MIA?”
“Natasha” you turn to face her. “I’ve had a long night and an even longer morning. Can we talk about this later?”
“Later when? After you apologise for being a hypocrite or after you explain why you’ve trapesed mud all over my floors”
“After I get out of the clothes I’ve been in for nearly 24 hours, and wash this shit off me. Can you wait that long?”
“You’ve been gone all night, what’s another couple of hours?”
And with that she turned on her heels and exited the room. Leaving you alone once more.
-
The hot water did nothing to quell the tightness in your chest. Anger still coursed through your body. From nothing in particular. It seemed your natural state was filled with anger these days.
Fuck, you were an idiot.
Once clean, and after what felt like an eternity being pelted by fat streaks of scalding water from above, you finally plucked up the courage to leave the bathroom and find your girlfriend.
To your surprise she was leaning against the door to your walk in closet, seemingly waiting for you to emerge with your tail between your legs. On a second glance you noticed she’d changed out of her negligee and opted for a pair of sweats and an oversized t-shirt. She looked soft and sweet and everything you didn’t deserve.
“You look nice” you complimented as you walked past her, entering the dressing room in search of some clean clothes.
“And you look tired”
“I am, but I’ve got the energy for you”
“Hmm, even the energy to apologise?”
“We’ll get there, but I have something important to tell you first”
Once you’d gotten dressed, mirroring her outfit, you walked over to her and pulled her fully into the bedroom. Guiding her to have her sit on your lap on the edge of the bed. She got comfortable without hesitation.
“It’s about last night” you started, but she just scoffed in your face.
“I’m not having you shout at me again, so if that’s what’s about to happen you can forget it”
She started to try and remove herself from your embrace, but your strong arms stopped her in her tracks.
“It's got something to do with that guy at the club. And before you start, this isn’t me tricking you into something. It’s serious”
“You killed him didn’t you?”
“He might be, what shall we call it. Permanently indisposed, yes”
“Jesus Christ what is wrong with you?”
She pushed off of your lap and this time you let her go. Instantly missing the closeness of her.
“In my defence, it was Steve, not me!”
“Oh so Steve just accidently killed him then did he?”
“Well yeah, that’s exactly what happened”
“You’re so full of shit”
“Nat. I’m telling the truth. It was a mistake. Steve’s laying low for a few weeks, just until we know the police won’t come asking questions”
“Don’t fucking lie to me” Her voice was loud. Pained. Like she didn’t want to say it. But she was at her wits end. You had promised her time and time again things would change. But a few months turns into a year turns into two. Each time you’d say you and her could get away from all of this, something else crops up and you’re back to square one. One more deal. One more thing to clean up.
It was an endless cycle.
“I do this shit for you! He got killed for you! Why can’t you see that?”
She stepped closer to you again. Just about eye level with you as she stood between your legs.
“I never asked for this life. You dragged me into your shit the second we fucked in that club all those years ago. You with your money and your power. You charmed me and I fell for you and now I’m hopelessly in love with a fucking criminal and-“
She was cut off by your lips crashing into hers. You didn’t know if the small whimper that escaped her mouth was one of frustration or lust. Either way, it didn’t deter her from reciprocating the force behind her kiss.
“You never did know when to shut up” you mumbled against her lips before grabbing the bottom one between your teeth and pulling slightly.
“Did your mama never teach you that interrupting is rude?” Even when she was turned on she didn’t waste a moment biting back at you.
“No” you answered as you flipped her over so she was laying beneath you. Red hair splayed out around her like a flame from a hearth bringing warmth to the cold halls of your heart. “But she did teach me how to treat people real special. So that’s what I’m going to do. Treat you special, would you like that?”
A nod was her response. A nod was all you needed. She wrapped her legs around you as you reached under her body, using your forearm to pull her up the bed. Once situated, her hand instantly found your hair and perfectly manicured nails scratched the skin at the bottoms of your skull. Causing you to take a sharp inhale of breath.
Your hands made their way up the inside of her t-shirt with fervent movements that mirrored the way your mouths moved together. Your fingertips brushed her skin as you trailed a path up her torso and towards the lace bra she was wearing. Even without looking at it you knew which one it was. The pale pink balconette bra that came paired with a matching thong, suspenders and garter straps. A Valentine’s Day gift you presented to her the year before. It made you wonder briefly whether she expected this.
When you reached them you found hard nipples taught against lace. So you pinched them. Hard. Having her hissing and writhing underneath you.
“If you don’t keep still, I’m going to have to restrain you”
“You’ll like that won’t you? Spanking and tying me up all in two days. If I didn’t know better I’d have thought you were a sadist”
The hands that were in your hair pulled at the strands once more. It was a challenge. How far could she go before she paid for her actions? Maybe you’ll let her get her hopes up. Let her push further than she expected to get then take matters into your own hands.
For now you let her have this. So you flicked at her nipples through the material a bit more, then ducked your head to suck on the spot just below her ear that drove her almost feral.
It was all hands and teeth then. Slender fingers removed themselves from your hair and worked to pull your shirt off of your body. Whilst you nipped at her skin and yanked the cups of her bra down, massaging the flesh of her breasts in your palms. There was a quick moment when you had to peel yourself away from the woman underneath you as your shirt blocked your vision and was slung to an unknown corner or the room.
It wasn’t often that you were stripped off first. Perhaps this was your subtle way of apologising for your actions. If she behaves, you’ll humour her. If she doesn’t? Well, that’s a whole different ball game.
“Take your sweats off”. She was hesitant to do as you asked, but once you cocked your brow letting her know you wouldn’t be asking again without consequences, her actions were swift.
She was a sight. Half naked before you. T-shirt raised exposing her breasts as the lace of her bra pushed up the flesh creating soft mounds just under her chin. It was a privilege to see her so mussed. The usual put together figure of Natasha long gone and replaced with a horny messy version of herself.
“Going to let me make it up to you? Let me show you how sorry I am?”
“I didn’t wear this bra for you to just apologise with words now did I?”
“I’d be careful with that mouth baby. Or I’ll find a better use for it”
Perhaps she was learning because her mouth instantly closed at your threats. Not that she was a stranger to having her mouth full. She always was a greedy girl.
“Right, I’m going to tell you the rules. You can’t cum until I say so. You can’t play with yourself unless I tell you to. You have to do as I say. If you don’t follow any of those, you’ll be punished. Got it?”
She nodded. It was simple enough. All she had to do was sit back and be pampered whilst keeping your rules firmly in the back of her mind. Easy in theory. However you knew she might struggle at the first contact of your mouth on her torso. Her hands flew straight to her hardened nipples and began pulling on them lustfully.
“Ah ah, no playing with yourself remember”
She removed her buds from her fingertips and instead decided to grapple at the sheets to quell the need to use her hands for other things.
Her skin was soft under your lips as you went back to trailing kisses down her body. It was one of the things you remembered the most about her after your first time sleeping together. How she felt like silk under your touch. Tongue licking over soft planes of skin, savouring the taste of her. You’d dreamt about her every night until you saw her again weeks later. And now you have her all to yourself.
Moments later you reached the top of her centre. Short hair prickly against your nose, mouth, chin as it started to grow back. Even from where you had stopped you could practically smell her. Her want for you. Her facade of stoicism crumbling around her at the mere act of her body responding to your touch.
As much as you would like to tease her. Make her beg for it. You had a constant desire to taste her. To lick her free of whatever juices her body released and savour it against your tastebuds. So you went lower. Lightly caressing her bundle of nerves with your tongue. Receiving a twitch and a low moan in response. Then even further still until her folds were for your taking.
She was addictive. Tangy, salty and sweet all at once. Nothing could compare and you were about to have your fill.
Greedily you attached your mouth to where you knew she wanted you. She moaned wantonly as you probed her insides with your tongue. You did too. The vibrations of it rumbling up her body.
“Fuck, just like that”. She was breathless already and you’d only just started.
Moving from her folds up to her ignored clit, you licked a stripe over the top of it. The hood of it moving back so the whole thing was exposed for you to do with as you pleased. You sucked it into your mouth without warning. Her whimpering evolved into a mewl and then almost a wail once you grazed it with your teeth.
You didn’t give it the full attention it deserved just yet. Give her just enough but not never more. Her legs shook at the lack of progression you were making with her.
“If you don’t fuck me properly, I swear to god I’ll- fuck”
She was cut off by you sucking hard and using your tongue to swirl around her bundle of nerves. Coating it in saliva. Lubricating her clit to creat as little resistance against it as possible.
Her hands clenched the sheets harder if that was even possible, and when you chanced a glance at her, her eyes were scrunched shut and her bottom lip was being held tightly between her teeth. A small indication that she was getting close.
“Don’t cum. Hold it for me baby”
“I can’t, I need to”
The movements you were administering against her core slowed down slightly. An agonising pace for someone who craved release. Yet you proceeded to bring her closer. Her hands found your head once more as she rutted her hips against you. And all of a sudden she was stiff. Clenched. Frozen. As she came into your mouth.
“What did I say, Natalia?” A reprimand muffled by the hold her legs had on your head.
“I know what you said. But you were taking so damn long and I was getting impatient” her chest heaved as she answered you. Her skin was already flushed pink and she was only one, premature, orgasm in.
You didn’t respond. You just sat up from between her legs and took off your own sweatpants. The act made Natasha uneasy. She was used to you getting your own back almost instantly. So when she was met with silence after her snarky comment, her heart beat increased again.
It made you chuckle slightly. The way she squirmed as she waited for you to do something. What would she do if you just stopped altogether. Drag you back or scold you for not finishing something you started? Perhaps you’d try that one day. But now wasn’t the time.
“Turn over. Hands and knees. Face the headboard” She had an idea what was about to happen when you leant over to your bedside table. The well known roll of the bottom drawer making the hairs in the back of her neck stand on end. “Turn the fuck over”
She was pushing her luck and she knew it. You had been relatively gentle with her thus far, yet if she proceeded to disobey you, that might not be the case.
Once again, she listened. Eventually rolling onto her stomach and using her arms to push herself into position. The cotton of her shirt brushed the middle of her back as she positioned herself just the way you liked as you ridded yourself of your remaining clothes.
“You look so pretty all spread open for me like that” it wasn’t a secret to either of you that you liked her like this. Pussy pink and ready for whatever strap you decided on. This round found a red eight incher attached to your now naked hips. It was Natasha’s current favourite.
You leant forward just a fraction finding the end of the toy pressing against your girlfriend's core. Her hips moved backwards to hopefully help aid the toy inside her, to no avail. You held her hips, hard enough to leave bruises and you reminded her, once again, to stay still.
After she finally keeps her body stationary long enough for you to deem appropriate, you push into her in one swift movement. It was unexpected. So much so that Natasha had to fly a hand out in front of her to stop her head smacking the headboard.
“Jesus Christ”
“He’s not going to help you now baby”
You didn’t even give her a chance to adjust before you started pounding into her. In and out at an agonising pace. She was wet. So wet that you were sure that if someone stood outside the door, they’d hear the squelching of her arousal through the wood.
Slap after slap. Thrust after thrust and in no time she was on the edge again. But this time you didn’t take any chances. You pulled out as soon as she started to quiver beneath you.
“Fuck you” she was seething. Never one for being denied anything. Let alone the peak of pleasure when it was in her grasp.
“I think you’re confused. I’m the one that’s fucking, not the other way around. Do you want more? Ask nicely and maybe I’ll let you have it”
“Please, give it to me, I’ll be good I swear”
Shuffling closer to her again, you grabbed the strap, sticky with her, and smacked in against her cheeks repeatedly.
“You better, or we both know what will happen if you don’t behave”
She twitched under each small connection with the still sensitive skin of her ass. Last night still ever present as she hissed slightly at the pain.
Swiping the tip against her then aligning yourself, another push forwards and you were inside of her again. Hitting that spot inside her that made her so weak you had to remove one hand from her hip wrap it around her front to keep her upright.
“Stay with me baby, we’re not finished yet”
She practically cried at the effort of having to use her own strength. So you changed tactics.
“Sit up, on your knees so your back is against my front”
“I can’t, you feel so fucking good, I can’t”
You growled at her response and decided to help her. You grabbed a handful of her sweaty hair, wrapping it around your hand and wrist and used that to pull her upwards. Her back arching as you did, giving you the perfect eye of the strap moving in and out of her. Another yank and she was flush against you.
“You belong to me, remember. Look at how you obey me. No one else can own you like I do. Look at what happened when someone tried to take what was mine. Dead at the bottom of the river. Tell me baby, whose are you?”
Your voice was a whisper in her ear as you rested your head against her shoulder. Each word brushing against her skin. You could feel her shiver in response.
“I’m yours. Always just for you. Please I’m so close”
“Do you deserve it? I’m not so sure. Will you be a good girl from now on?”
“I will, I can. Please just- fuck”
Her arms flew upwards and around your neck giving you the perfect opportunity to play with her nipples again. Torturous flicks against them with your index fingers. She always did have sensitive nipples and you loved how pliant she became whenever you touched them.
“Go on then. Cum for me Natalia”
She didn’t need to be asked twice for that one. As soon as you granted her permission, she let go with a moan loud enough to be heard in the foyer at the front of the house. It was nothing your staff hadn’t heard before. She had never been one to be quiet in bed.
Her body shook as her orgasm ripped through her. You let her fall forward and breathe heavily into the cushions. Slowly pulling out of her, you joined her once you’d removed the strap, sweaty skin feeling cool against the silk sheets.
“You didn’t go as hard on me as I thought you would”
“Maybe I’m turning over a new leaf”
“Or maybe you’re getting soft”
Could she be right? It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. You’d do anything for her to keep her safe.
Even kill anyone who dares to lay another hand on her.
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