ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱᴋʏ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ | ɴᴀᴛᴀꜱʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏꜰꜰ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙᴇᴀᴛꜱ

She turns away from the locked door to face me. All she does for a moment is stand there and look at me. Then suddenly she advances forward, backing me up against the nearest wall. She presses our bodies together as close as they could possibly be. Her pupils are dilated and her breath is coming out in pants. I feel my heart rate increase dramatically.

"You want to know why I didn't want that man talking to you, hm малышка?" (Baby girl) She rasps into my ear.

"Yes." I reply with faux confidence, attempting to stand my ground.

"It's because that man wanted to do more than just talk, дорогой." (Darling) She explains, her voice firm. "He wanted you like this, like you are now for me. Your body begging for his touch, submitting to him. You know why I didn't want that to happen?"

"No." I whisper.

"Because if you're going to beg someone, to be on your knees for someone, to submit to someone without question, I want it to be me. I need it to be me. Do you understand котенок?" (Kitten)

"Y- yes." I whimper, squeezing my thighs together in an effort to quench the fire growing between my legs.

"Yes... Mommy?" She suggests firmly, leaving no room for argument. Not that I'd want to argue against that.

I groan. "Yes Mommy." I repeat, blinking up at her.

"Fuck, малыш." (Baby) She moans, her hand rubbing up and down my thigh.

"Please, Mommy." I beg, my hips bucking forward on their own accord, trying to get some friction. I'm already a mess and she hasn't even touched me yet.

She tuts slowly, a pleased grin appearing on her face. "Aht- ah. Not right now, дорогой." (Sweetheart) She tells me, "There's a lot of people outside this door at the moment, and I really want to keep whatever beautiful sounds that come out of your mouth when I'm two fingers deep inside of you to myself. Is that clear, котенок?" (Kitten) She says, her voice filled with lust.

"Yes, Mommy." I breathe.

"Remember that you're mine now, малышка." (Baby girl) She rasps, before walking over to the door, unlocking it and leaving me hot and bothered against the wall of a bathroom.

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I walk out of the bathroom a few minutes later, going over to the table where Pepper and Natalie are sat. Just as I'm about to join them at the table, I hear my brother's voice come from the TV behind me.

"Well what's the use of having and owning a race car if you don't drive it?" He chuckles, looking into the camera.

"Natalie! Natalie!" Pepper shrieks in a panic.

"Yes, Miss Potts?" The Goddess - I mean, Natalie - responds.

"What do you know about this?" Pepper asks, accusingly.

"This is the first time that I have known of it." Natalie replies in confusion.

"This, this cannot happen." Pepper grits out, her teeth clenched.

"Absolutely. I understand. How can I help you?"

"Where's Happy?" Pepper questions.

"He's waiting outside." Natalie tells her, quickly.

"Okay. Get him. I need Happy." She snaps, ushering Natalie away.

"Right away." She confirms, walking off.

My eyes are still trained on the TV. In the corner of the screen, I see a man dressed in orange, the hairs pricking up on the back of my neck tell me that I know this man and he's dangerous. I can't make out his face.