Professor Romanoff's Angel

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Y/N's POV

She pulls my shirt over my head and forces her lips against mine again, taking my already unhooked bra from my body.
"You're being such a good little slut." Natasha says and I can feel my heart stop.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" She says before leaning into me and practically sucking on my tongue, it colliding with her own. Her hands grasp at my neck as she pushes me down against the bed. She intertwines her legs with mine, trapping me where I lay.
"Say something, my fiancé." She teases, I can't say anything though - I'm enjoying this too much already. I bite my lip to suppress my moans as her hands slide down to my chest, squeezing intensely before pinching at both my nipples.
"Last chance... say something." She warns but still, nothing.

Her left hand reaches up, striking me in the face. I let out a groan as she does.
"Fuck." I mutter, having broken my attempt at silence. She laughs to herself and grips my face, inspecting the cheek she hit.
"This ring makes a great impact. I can't wait to use it some more." She gently rubs my red face and kisses it tenderly before returning her focus to my chest.

She starts gently nibbling and sucking on my nipples, circling her tongue over them sensually. I bite my lip again, still wanting to push her to be rougher. Her hand grasps my throat and she looks up, meeting my eyes.
"Do you need me to fuck the noise out of you, brat?"

I reach and grab her shirt, pulling it over her head. I start to sit up but she violently presses me against the bed again.
"Stay still." Her hands move to my shoulders, I reach up again and grab her wrist, pulling her away from me.
"Stay fucking still!" She rips the belt from her jeans and quickly entangles my wrists, pinning them above my head. I hear as the metal buckle shakes while she tightens it, feeling the pressure as my hands are locked in place.

"What are you going to do to me?" I ask softly, she smirks and drags her fingertips along my jaw.
"That depends on how good you are for me." She leans closer, kissing my neck and gently biting my earlobe. "So far, you've been awfully bratty."
"Fuck you, Natasha." I respond, spitting at her, she catches my saliva in her mouth and swallows it without trouble.

"You want me to gag you, slut? Is that it?" She husks, gripping my throat more. I say nothing. She clicks her tongue and pushes it against her cheek before grabbing my underwear and pulling it off my body. She quickly pushes it in my mouth and puts her hand over my mouth to stop me spitting them out.
"How do you like it? Can you taste yourself? Can you taste how desperate you are for me?"

I nod attentively, feeling the moisture pressed against my tongue mixing with the dryness of the rest of the fabric in my mouth. Her tongue meets my chest again, sucking dark marks all over my skin. I try to pull her head away but she continues to lick up from one of my nipples to just below her hand covering my mouth.

"Aww, you're going to be all marked and sore at school tomorrow, aren't you?"
I nod again, she smiles and pecks me on the cheek.
"If only you weren't such a brat earlier... it's too late now. I'm sorry, baby. You need to learn."

She presses her body against mine, using her knee against my sensitive and swollen clit. Her face gets close, holding direct eye contact.
"You belong to me." She takes the wet underwear from my mouth. "Say it."
"I belong to you." I say, completely willing to do anything she asks of me.
"There you go." She grabs my belted wrists and stands up, pulling me up with her.

"Where are we going?" I ask nervously, she drags me towards the front door.
"The hood of my car, of course." She says, opening the front door.

It's dark out, the street is pretty much pitch black, apart from a street light shining down onto the road near our front gate. Just enough to illuminate the front of the car parked by the sidewalk. Thankfully, it isn't snowing, but it is cold.
"Unless you don't want too." She turns to me with a sweet smile.
"Fuck... it's freezing." I say, feeling the wind blow into the door and onto us.
"We could go back to the bed?" She offers, I shake my head.
"Let's do it on the car."
"Good girl." She says, pulling me by my bound hands out into the street.