Professor Romanoff's Angel

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Y/N's POV

"You look so pretty like this." Natasha teases as she sprays even more of the cold whipped cream around my nipples. I can't do anything to fight the harsh temperature change in my bound position.

Her hands run up my legs, leaving nail marks behind as she starts to lick up from my abdomen to my chest, taking the cream on her tongue. I let out a few whimpers as her tongue swirls around each nipple.
"Tasha..." I struggle to say, "How much more cream is in there?"
"Not a lot, Angel. Let's not waste it." She says, getting some on her tongue and hovering over me. "Open up." She demands, I open my mouth and she spits into it. Her spit mixes with the cream and drops onto my tongue.
"Now be a good girl for me and swallow."  She teases, straddling my naked body. I nod and close my mouth, I swallow all that she gave me in one go and watch as a smile appears on her face.

"Please stop teasing." I say, she simply just shakes her head. "But Natasha, what about dinner?"
"It's already done. It has been for a while." She says. That means I've been tied up for a lot longer than I thought, no wonder my arms hurt so much and the aching pain in my legs is getting worse.

"Tasha, it hurts. Please." I plead,
"Please what?" She says, looking down at my body and clearly trying to decide where to put cream next.
"Please stop teasing and just fuck me already."
"You're always so impatient, aren't you?" She sighs and looks at the clock on the wall. "It's only been an hour."
"An hour?" I question, she smiles. "Fuck, please."

"Ugh, fine." She says, she unties one of my ankles and forces me to bend my knee. She starts to slowly undress, way too slowly.
"Natasha!" I beg, pulling on the other restraints desperately.
"I'm getting there, stop being so needy all the time." She says, unhooking her bra before pulling down her underwear.

She walks over, teasing my legs with her light fingertips again. She sits down on top of me, holding onto my leg and quickly grinding against me. The sudden sensation makes me moan desperately for her. She keeps rubbing herself against me, letting out low hums as she does.

The feeling of her against me is euphoric, I find myself trying to move my hips to grind into her while she rides me. With how desperate I am, I already feel the insane pleasure building and my back starting to arch as I pant heavily, barely even able to breathe.
"Natasha, can I-"
"No, you can't. Hold it." She demands, I try my best to tighten the muscles in my stomach to fend of the overwhelming need to finish.

"I- I can't!" I say, clenching my fists and pulling on the restraints desperately. I start to squirm as she grinds against my body.
"Yes, you can. And you will." She says, starting to moan louder slowly. I can feel myself slipping as she starts rubs against me even harder.

"Natasha, I can't!" I practically scream as I let myself go, shaking and arching as my eyes clench and my body pulls on the restraints. I hear her loudly scoff as she continues to ride my sensitive body, chasing her release too. With my loud, incoherent moaning and tightly clenched eyes, I have no clue when she reaches her climax, but I know she does when she gets off me and pushes her fingers inside of me.

The quick sensation makes my body burst upwards again, ripping through the bonds and quickly gripping at the bedsheets. She grabs my face with her other hand and squeezes it, forcing my mouth open. She takes her fingers away from my legs and pushes them into my mouth, making me taste myself.

Her fingers start moving in and out of my mouth, gliding across my tongue while she stares at me with a devious smirk and a shine in her eyes. She holds my chin with her other hand as her fingers continuously move back and forth, verging on gagging me.
"There you go. Taste it all." She husks, "Taste yourself. Taste me."

She takes her time in moving her fingers away from me before untying my other leg. She sits on top of me again and pulls the almost-empty can of whipped cream back. She taps the bottom of my chin twice, and so I open my mouth. She sprays cream in my mouth until the can is empty and then she pulls me into a kiss, exploring my mouth with her tongue.

As we kiss, she takes the ripped rope from around my wrists. I hold her face and deepen the kiss, slowly rising from the bed and breathing heavily into her mouth.
"Can this be my Christmas Eve present?" She whispers,
"How did it get so late?" I groan, falling back onto the bed. Completely and utterly exhausted.
"A lot of teasing, why don't we go eat dinner?" She stands up from the bed and offers her hand to me.

"You think that I can move?" I ask, she laughs,
"I guess not. I'll bring you some, just get comfortable." She says and walks out of the room after grabbing her favourite white robe. When she walks back, she has two plates and some cutlery. She places them both down and leaves again, coming back with a glass of water and handing it to me.
"Thank you, Tasha."
"Of course, Angel." She smiles and gets under the covers, taking her robe off again.

"I have a date planned." She says, I turn to look at her, "I hope you've got something nice to wear."
"I'm sure I can find something." I say, finally returning to a normal breathing pattern and starting to eat.
"I hope it snows again. I had a lot of fun last time, it'd be nice." She smiles, I nod in agreement.
"Natasha, this seems really good, but all I can taste is cream." I say, she laughs to herself.

"What kind of cream are you taking about?" She teases, it takes me a moment to realise what she means.
"Really?" I say, trying to hold back laughter. "That's not even-" my stern expression breaks when she flashes me a smile and a giggle. I love when she laughs, it just warms my heart.

"Aren't you cold?" She says, looking at my naked body lying on top of the covers.
"Tasha, I'm sweating."
"Right, I wonder why." She keeps up her innocent smile, I just dramatically roll my eyes and continue eating.