Professor's Pet

Five*

Warnings: sub!Kate; dark!Dom!Owner!Reader; dark!widow; standing cnc; collaring; leash-training; dumbification; physical punishments; degrading; oral; training; voyeurism/exhibitionism; dom/sub-master/pet dynamics in public; sharing; flirting; power imbalance professor/students; public sexual acts; orgasm control; strap-on use; fingering; presence of weapons; brat/sub!Wanda; tw: human trafficking in the context of the Red Room; choking; PowerBottom!Dark!Nat and dom!nat; harder!dom dynamics; slapping;

One week later:

The text had come in early. You and Kate had been summoned to Natasha's office. Slipping out of bed quietly so as not to disturb the adorably sleeping puppy, you showered and dressed alone, heading down to your office to pull together as much information as possible. Natasha wanted facts. Dates. She wanted to know all of the information, and you were going to provide it. When your watch alarm buzzed, you made your way back upstairs to wake the puppy.

Kate woke quickly, immediately sensing a shift. You barely spoke to her as she dressed, and while she smiled at you every time you caught her looking, she didn't make an effort to push. You looked her over and smiled for one of the first times that morning, leading her downstairs and pushing her breakfast in front of her while you sipped your coffee. She cleared her throat and you glanced down to see that she slid her plate with half of a banana to you. You smirked and shook your head. She was going to get you in so much trouble, and she was so worth it. Kate frowned and pushed the plate forward again. Laughing, you ate the fruit to pacify her. Maybe she took care of you too.

You kept Kate's leash on as you led her downstairs the next morning. You had walked Lucky. It was Kate's turn. She blushed as you opened the doors for her, making sure she was situated comfortably in the car before jogging around the front and sliding behind the driver's seat. She was pawing at you in seconds, used to having your undivided attention first thing in the morning. Today was different, and she was in tune with your shift in mood. You were not about to be late for your boss. You weren't even going to tempt fate.

A few minutes into the drive and Kate's hand was on your thigh, inching upward. You grabbed her hand, stilling it, before it could reach its desired target. Completely unphased, however, Kate took the opportunity to grab your hand and move it to her lap instead. You chuckled as your fingers tapped a steady rhythm on the steering wheel. She was about to bite off a bit more than she was prepared to chew, and she had no idea. When she tried to spread your fingers to get them where she wanted them, you tapped her leg lightly and smiled. Undeterred, Kate turned her attention outside, looking at the scenery and mouthing along to whatever happened to be playing on the radio. She was smiling, seemingly perfectly content, but she kept stealing glances at you, as though she was checking to make sure you were okay. It was cute.

Kate paused by the car door after you helped her out of the high vehicle, waiting for you to remove the leash now that you were on campus. Instead, you grabbed the loop easily in your left hand and she fell into step beside you. You had been trying walks around the apartment and around the building, so this felt familiar enough, just the scenery had changed. You walked purposefully toward the history building, barely pausing when Kate became distracted by a person or a squirrel or whatever else had most likely caught her attention. This girl was worse than Lucky, but you wouldn't trade her for the world. "Heel." You tugged lightly on the leash and Kate's attention returned to where it belonged, falling back into step with you easily. She slowed as you approached your classroom, but you kept right on walking past the door. She almost stopped walking entirely as she figured out where you were headed, the large wooden door at the end of the hall with the name plate clearly giving it away. Natasha Romanoff. The head of the history department, taught Russian history as well as Russian language, and was notorious for not putting up with any shit. For good reason.