Professor Romanoff's Angel

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Y/N's POV

I hesitantly take all my clothes off, being quick in case Natasha returns soon.
She walks back in, still fully clothed, though through her sheer blouse I can see that her bra is missing, and one of her hands is behind her back.
"Well, look who's being good now."
"I don't know what you mean, what did I do?" I ask, while she hasn't had to chance to grab the knife again.
"You still don't know? It's going to be a long night for you, then." She clutches the knife and pulls it back out of the drywall with ease.

She moves over to me and reveals a length of rope in her hand.
"Lay back, arms against the frame." She says, I follow her instructions. She wraps the rope around my right wrist and tightly ties me to the bed. She cuts the rope with the knife and then ties down the other wrist, saving the rest of the rope.
She drags the knife slowly up my bare leg. She still hasn't broken skin, but the fear of it is enough to make me shiver again, and then she reaches up and cuts off the sleeve of her blazer. She wraps it around my face, covering my eyes.

I can feel the cold knife move across my abdomen, following the v-shape of my hip bones. I let out a small whimper and I hear as she laughs. An evil chuckle.

She puts the knife down on my thigh and moves away from me. Anxious to do anything, I silently wait. I hear the rustling of clothes and the opening of a container - but I can't decipher what the seemingly wet noise is, it sounds too thick to be water or anything from her body.

Her hands place back on my legs, though they're now cold, she clutches the knife against my skin and leans down, spitting in between my legs and rubbing it in with her free hand. I whimper again as she moves her fingers roughly across my clit. She picks the knife up from my skin,
"This might hurt a little." She says,
"Wha-"
I instantly feel something pushing inside of me. I wince in pain as I feel the mysterious object filling me up tightly.

It's not the knife. Whatever it is, it hurts, but I'm not bleeding. She definitely didn't stab me.

"Natasha, please let me see. Please." I beg, feeling tears forming in my eyes from panic, I can hear as she groans and pulls whatever it is out of me.
"I'll let you see this once, since this is a new experience for you." She pulls the blindfold off.

I glance up to see her between my legs with a lubed up dildo strapped to her waist. The knife is stabbed into the mattress next to her, no where near my body. She's got an evil smirk on her face.
"Did I get you all nervous, Angel?" She says, I nod silently.
"Aww." She coos before leaning close to my ear, "I'm going to fuck you until you pass out." She whispers as the tip of the strap-on presses against me.
"Maybe then you'll remember who you belong too."

She pushes the strap back inside of me and begins thrusting against me roughly, giving me barely anytime to adjust to the feeling. The pain takes a while to turn to pleasure, but the second it does, the moans I make are long and drawn out. Her rapid thrusting only heightens the pleasure as I watch her chest bounce through her somewhat sheer white blouse.

She smiles when she notices my eyes, she slows down her thrusting to unbutton her shirt and reveal her nude chest.
"You like that?" She asks,
"I really do." I respond. She nods and grabs my hips, quickly thrusting into me again.
"Harder." I mutter, unaware that I had even said anything, but when her thrusts become more rough, I can feel myself nearing the edge. The overwhelming feeling of the knot growing in my stomach starts to take over before I can even say anything. I try to hold myself back, unsure of what she wants from me.

"It's okay, Y/N." She says, "Do it."
With her permission, I nod and moan even more, arching my back as I pull on the restraints, desperate to hold her. My body slams back down into the bed as she keeps her thrusting up, not stopping until I've fully finished. She pulls out slowly.
"Did you like that?" She asks,
"That was amazing." I respond, she nods and picks up the knife, cutting the rope from my hands and freeing me from the painfully tight restraints.