Dr. Elizabeth Ivanoff, a high-ranking history professor at a prestigious New York college, is on the hunt for something. But she never expected what fell into her lap, courtesy of her boss Natasha Romanoff's little sister Yelena. Will Kate submit to...
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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;
Kate and I left the gym not long after Yelena swaggered her way out, no doubt already imagining all the fun we could have. Kate kept stealing glances at you but could barely contain her excitement. She was practically wagging her tail, you noticed. You couldn't stop staring at her ass on a good day, and today was something else entirely. She squirmed in the passenger seat as soon as you made sure she was strapped in and you chuckled softly as you climbed in beside her. She was pawing at you immediately, panting in your ear, practically sitting on the consul between you while still managing to stay buckled into her seat. Barely.
"Shhh..." your voice, barely a rumble in the quiet car, had an immediate calming effect on the woman beside you, and she stilled instantly, if not temporarily. You guided her back into her seat, your hand landing on her thigh and squeezing. She whined. "You still all worked up, princess?" You glanced over at her at a red light, and she nodded, biting her lip and staring at you. "Sit back for me, baby." Kate obeyed immediately, and your fingertips expertly dipped below her skirt. Her underwear was soaking already, you had edged her for hours then forced her to work out in a way in which she was unaccustomed. It seems that getting knocked on her ass repeatedly worked for her. "Wider," you growled, your eyes never leaving the road as Kate both spread her legs and whined simultaneously. Your fingertips found her clit through the thin fabric easily, it was nearly vibrating from just the thought of your attention.
"Fuck, please." Her voice was a whine as she pushed against you, desperate for more friction. You pinched the tender area slightly, earning a moan before you released it, sliding your fingers past her underwear and inside of her slowly. She was literally dripping and you smirked. Kate was practically riding your fingers now and she nearly cried when you pulled into your parking spot at the apartment and removed your hand.
"Don't worry, princess. You're going to get what you want in a way you may not like," your voice was a growl as you helped her out of the car, your fingertips brushing down her back and over her ass as you guided her to walk in front of you.
