W A N D A x N A T A S H A - R E D

20. Beg me

POV Natasha

'Please go.' I say emotionlessly. I know I can't do that to her. I know I sound like an asshole, like a person I would've hate. But I don't want her here. I don't want to talk to her.
And at the same time, I know how I lie to myself.
I know how badly I want to be with her, how I want to talk to her. Lay next to her. Talk to her. Touch her. Laugh with her.

'You tell me 'no', even though I drove three hours to come here? You're not gonna give me an explanation? Anything?' Rage grips her again.
She comes closer. Her eyes narrow as she stands before me.

'I hate you.'

She grabs my jaw and pushes me while she holds her fingers tight among my skin.
'Aah..' Comes out of me when my back hits the old wood in the back of the cabin.

Her long small fingers still hold my jaw when she pushes the back of my head to the wood.
Her green eyes turn into red flames while she bares her teeth.
'Don't think for a second.. that I'm done with you. Romanoff.' She hisses.

My big eyes widen when I look at her. 'Do you think..' and she holds my jaw tighter. 'Do you think this is it?' The evil smile on her face gives me almost goosebumps.
'Revenge is on my side..' she whispers. 'That'll come for you.'

I breath heavily when I look at her. She pushes her body against mine.

And I know that look. I recognize it. By now I recognize it. I know what I have to say.

'Than please give me that..' I whisper.

I'am aware of how my big eyes look at her.
Submissive.
Giving her the only thing she wants: control over me.

She grins. Her eyes still red when she watches how my body react to her. It's drawn to her. It wants her without caring how I would feel.

'Beg me..' she whispers.

I swallow. Look at her. 'Please.' I ask her. 'Please give me that.'
I feel embarrassed but also turned on at the same time. She makes me feel things I didn't know I could feel.

'Even tough it will hurt?' She smirks.

I nod.

'Yes..' I whisper. 'Even then.'

Five minutes later I sit on my bare knees, hurting my skin on the old wood of the cabin. She took my clothes. Threw them on the ground and put me on the floor in the room I woke up in this morning.

I feel how her magic bounds my hands. I can't move them. They stick to my back like she put the best glue in the world on it.

Naked I look at her. She sits on the bed frame with the matras on it. She grins at me when she touches my chin.
'Was it that difficult to just kneel for me? Natasha?' Her voice is low. Her eyes scream dominance. And I feel those eyes. They let me do what she wants me to do, without a doubt. Without thinking.

'Was it that difficult to just obey me?' Her fingers feel my red curls.

I watch her taking off her jacket. Than her shirt. Her jeans, bra and panties.
I look at her body. Feel how I want her. How I want her to do anything with me.

She grabs my head while she still sits on the bed frame. 'Fuck me.'
She pushes my head between her legs. I lick her slowly.
She pulls my hair and her red eyes look in mine. 'I said.. fuck me.'

I know what she means. I know what I did wrong.
I lick her faster. Suck her aggressively as she pushes my head harder against me.
She opens her legs further. With my tongue I dance on her clit. I lick on her lips. I touch her as if my life depends on it.