Feeling him shift about behind her had her senses piquing, but she obediently kept her hands on the rail and her eyes closed, now tingling all over in delicious anticipation of what he had planned next. This was a much better way to recuperate through a nightmare, truly. And if she were really honest, she had to admit that there were indeed times when she missed the Soldier, missed his callousness, his single-minded pursuit. Not that she'd trade her sweet and loving James for anything, but every so often, she craved a rougher touch. A little pain mixed very well with pleasure, after all.
The smack on her ass, however, had her lurching forward with a small yelp, the second strike earning a high moan, and Natasha dropped her head forward and arched up for more, rolling her hips in frustrated desire. She felt cool metal smooth over the heated skin and she whined, her loins aching for satisfaction. She began to count as instructed, but the too-brief dip of those fingers between her quivering thighs had her whimpering, rolling against them in lustful enticement. She felt so goddamned hot, arch of her rear still stinging, but her breasts throbbed, nipples tight and peaked, and she ground her teeth in effort to keep her voice even.
"That's two," she hissed softly. Then Natasha moaned, soft and pleading, back bowing as she wiggled like a sinuous serpent, legs spread and back arched, long scarlet eclipsing pale skin. "Two more," she moaned over her shoulder, lashes still closed. She didn't think she could take any more than that before going out of her mind with need. "Please, Soldier. Give it to me, baby...pleeeease.."
Bucky's not thinking about the nightmare, even if it's not quite just him in his head right now, if there's the edge of the Soldier in how he moves, how he pushes her. James is softer, so much softer than this. Scared of himself, of this part of him, this side of him, where there's beauty, pleasure in the pain. It feels too close to the dark, and so he buries it.
She yelps and he grins, not vicious, but pleased. A low growl that's not a threat and instead is all heat and desire, taken in by her beauty, how she moves, the sounds that she makes. He needs her, wants her. Wants her in so many ways, and where James' focus would be on her pleasure, the Soldier was willing to be a little selfish, to take where he knew they'd both enjoy the result. Because even to the Soldier, he loved her.
She asks for two more, and he doesn't say anything, but dutifully doles out two more swats of his hand against her rear. Even in the dim light, his gaze is on her, that pale skin, and how it turns pink under the impact. He spreads it out, both so it's not too much in one place, and so that he gets as much coverage as possible. He wants her to feel it when he's inside of her, when his hips rock against her--
For a moment his hand comes down like he might give her a third, but instead his hand stops at the last second, instead shifting to reach up and curl tight in her hair as his metal fingers curl against her hip. He presses himself up against her, letting his cock press against the heat of her. He shakes with that slick heat, and he dips his head, teeth biting into her shoulder for a moment, moaning hot and heavy.
"Don't move. But I want you to tell me. Tell me what you need, my little spider." His voice is thick with his own desire, and his hips twitch, giving away the fact that he aches for it as much as she does. He wants to just sink inside of her, wants her to feel it as he sinks into her, his hips presses to the heat of her pink skin.
But oh, he loves hearing her beg. Something about how wanton he can make her, and the knowledge of how that side of her is his and only his.
"All you gotta do is ask nice," he adds. His voice is all thick Brooklyn accent, a piece of something tripped in between the lines and broken edges when all he can do is focus on her, on how much he wants her, how he wants to feel her. She's more intoxicating than vodka, he thinks idly as his fingers tighten in her hair, firm but not cruel.
Even though she knew they were coming, the last two slaps to her exposed rear made Natasha voice a squeal and jerk on her knees just enough to rattle the headboard, her hands nearly white-knuckled from her strong grip. But she kept her eyes closed, although her head tossed now and again, wanting to shove backwards and impale her aching body on her lover's thick cock, now infuriatingly teasing between her soaked thighs.
His teeth in her flesh made her moan, another following the first in initial response to his growled command. She flexed her fingers on the headboard rail, trying not to rock back and forth on her knees, but it was almost an impossibility, given how hot her skin felt at that moment. And she heard the sheer need in Bucky's own voice, thick and dripping with pure animal lust. It had her trembling beneath him, teeth digging into her lower lip to keep from falling apart entirely.
"--I need your cock," she finally rasped, voice gone husky and low with everything thrumming through her blood. "I need you inside me, Soldier, filling me up over and over again." She whined as he pulled at her hair, letting her head fall back as she whimpered and begged. Her thighs shivered with her effort not to just drive her hips back into his, and Natasha keened a strangled moan, biting at her lips as she pleaded with both her body and her voice.
"...please-please-please...give it to me, I'm your good girl, yours-yours-yours..."
Her words make him shake a little, his fingers against her hip curling a little too tight, holding a little too rough with the feel of his desire. How much he wanted her, needed her, and how hard it hit him to hear her say those words, filthy and sultry and perfect, admitting that she was his. His good girl.
"Mine," is the answer he gives her, one word, growled low as he nuzzles against her spine, and there's no other warning when he sinks into her. He doesn't take his time, just gives it to her all at once, fierce and needy as he fills her with his cock, making her take all of it with a groan.
The messages in his head are all tangled, criss-crossed, and part of him feels like it's been so very, very long since he's hand her beneath him like this. And from a certain perspective he's not entirely wrong. "You're such a good girl, my little Natalia," he murmurs, teeth nipping against her shoulder as he tugs her head back, enjoying how it makes her back arch with him buried inside of her.
He doesn't stay still for long, his hips pulling back and then driving forward, rough and demanding. She's tight and slick around him and the way his hips rock into the skin of her rear, the skin warm from where he'd spanked her sends a certain thrill up his spine. He can't get enough of her, and his hand on her hip comes away to palm against her chest, cupping one of her breasts and pinching against her nipple as his hips drive his cock deep inside of her.
"I know you need this," he hums the words against her skin. "You're so good for me." His voice catches in a sharp gasp as he rocks into her again, his thrusts hard and fast, the sound of flesh striking flesh loud in the small space as he held her body against him, keeping her in place beneath him as he moves. She's beautiful, and she's his, and there's something to it that's a little darker than when James echoes similar words.
Not ownership, not the way the people that gave them orders had seen them, but possessive. Like he'd lose her if he let go. Like there were men in uniforms that could tear them apart, and it just makes him more desperate for her, for this. "Always mine."
She gave a strangled little cry when Bucky all of a sudden impaled her, but it was a sound of pure satisfaction rather than pain or surprise. Her body instantly convulsed around him, trying to draw him in further and deeper and never let him go. Natasha clenched her teeth, jaw tight, and had to drop her forehead to her upper arm to keep from screaming while he pounded into her, rough, hard, and fast, and she felt she might just shatter into a million glittering pieces at any moment. But she reveled in his brutality, wanted it so bad...
"Yours...!" she moaned, throwing his head back when he tugged at her hair, feeling his teeth assaulting her quivering flesh. "Oh, God, only ever yours, yes baby, yes...!" Unable to "obey" his commands any further, Natasha arched her back and parted her thighs even wider, offering him everything, begging for it. She pressed her breasts against his rough palm, nipples tight and hard, sensitive.
God, but she did need it. Needed him to soothe that dark passion that simmered beneath a pale, serene surface, to sate that demon that lived within them both. She'd never ask, never intentionally, because she knew how much he hated that part of himself, but it was still part of him, and if this was the way to feed it, then so be it.
Bucky held her tight for their ruthless fucking, and Natasha met him thrust for thrust, driving her hips back into his, moaning at the salacious wet sounds of flesh in flesh. She moaned with every breath, feeling her body begin to tighten and contract, squeezing his cock tight every time he battered back in.
All he could do was groan at the way that Natasha felt, her heat wrapping so tight around him that it made him shiver. It didn't stop the way that he moved, however, those rough, biting thrusts, the staccato rhythm of flesh on flesh as he drove his hips against her. It wasn't cruelty, he wasn't trying to hurt her, but the softness in how James even at his most desperate, his most needy touched her wasn't there.
His fingers wound in the red curls of her hair, tugging her head back and moaning low at the words she said, the way she sounded, caught up in that same current of need and desire. She opened her body to him, for him, and he took, sinking in deep over and over again, his breath coming hot and rough in the space between their bodies. His free hand palming over the swells of her breasts, the way that they fit in his hand, tugging against her nipples and then letting her rub them against her palm with a low throaty hum of almost-amusement.
He couldn't help the way he enjoyed her own desperation, the way it was a match for his own. That need, that darkness- the Soldier wanted to hold her and never let go. A subtle sort of possession, afraid of losing her, and even the part of him that was all ice and metal recognized just how important she was. Beautiful and perfect, even if at the moment his hands were rough, and his eyes were dark.
He holds her tight, too tight, close against him as he thrusts into her, low gasps at the feel of it, how her body grasps against him. He could feel her beginning to contract around him and he picked up the pace, those last few thrusts hard and deep, both of them sure to give out soon, and the soldier was selfish enough to push the edge of it.
Moments until his stamina gives out, and the way her body squeezes against him tips him over into his orgasm with a growl, his teeth finding that join of her neck and shoulder as he buries his face into her hair as his body slumps against hers.
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The smack on her ass, however, had her lurching forward with a small yelp, the second strike earning a high moan, and Natasha dropped her head forward and arched up for more, rolling her hips in frustrated desire. She felt cool metal smooth over the heated skin and she whined, her loins aching for satisfaction. She began to count as instructed, but the too-brief dip of those fingers between her quivering thighs had her whimpering, rolling against them in lustful enticement. She felt so goddamned hot, arch of her rear still stinging, but her breasts throbbed, nipples tight and peaked, and she ground her teeth in effort to keep her voice even.
"That's two," she hissed softly. Then Natasha moaned, soft and pleading, back bowing as she wiggled like a sinuous serpent, legs spread and back arched, long scarlet eclipsing pale skin. "Two more," she moaned over her shoulder, lashes still closed. She didn't think she could take any more than that before going out of her mind with need. "Please, Soldier. Give it to me, baby...pleeeease.."
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She yelps and he grins, not vicious, but pleased. A low growl that's not a threat and instead is all heat and desire, taken in by her beauty, how she moves, the sounds that she makes. He needs her, wants her. Wants her in so many ways, and where James' focus would be on her pleasure, the Soldier was willing to be a little selfish, to take where he knew they'd both enjoy the result. Because even to the Soldier, he loved her.
She asks for two more, and he doesn't say anything, but dutifully doles out two more swats of his hand against her rear. Even in the dim light, his gaze is on her, that pale skin, and how it turns pink under the impact. He spreads it out, both so it's not too much in one place, and so that he gets as much coverage as possible. He wants her to feel it when he's inside of her, when his hips rock against her--
For a moment his hand comes down like he might give her a third, but instead his hand stops at the last second, instead shifting to reach up and curl tight in her hair as his metal fingers curl against her hip. He presses himself up against her, letting his cock press against the heat of her. He shakes with that slick heat, and he dips his head, teeth biting into her shoulder for a moment, moaning hot and heavy.
"Don't move. But I want you to tell me. Tell me what you need, my little spider." His voice is thick with his own desire, and his hips twitch, giving away the fact that he aches for it as much as she does. He wants to just sink inside of her, wants her to feel it as he sinks into her, his hips presses to the heat of her pink skin.
But oh, he loves hearing her beg. Something about how wanton he can make her, and the knowledge of how that side of her is his and only his.
"All you gotta do is ask nice," he adds. His voice is all thick Brooklyn accent, a piece of something tripped in between the lines and broken edges when all he can do is focus on her, on how much he wants her, how he wants to feel her. She's more intoxicating than vodka, he thinks idly as his fingers tighten in her hair, firm but not cruel.
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His teeth in her flesh made her moan, another following the first in initial response to his growled command. She flexed her fingers on the headboard rail, trying not to rock back and forth on her knees, but it was almost an impossibility, given how hot her skin felt at that moment. And she heard the sheer need in Bucky's own voice, thick and dripping with pure animal lust. It had her trembling beneath him, teeth digging into her lower lip to keep from falling apart entirely.
"--I need your cock," she finally rasped, voice gone husky and low with everything thrumming through her blood. "I need you inside me, Soldier, filling me up over and over again." She whined as he pulled at her hair, letting her head fall back as she whimpered and begged. Her thighs shivered with her effort not to just drive her hips back into his, and Natasha keened a strangled moan, biting at her lips as she pleaded with both her body and her voice.
"...please-please-please...give it to me, I'm your good girl, yours-yours-yours..."
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"Mine," is the answer he gives her, one word, growled low as he nuzzles against her spine, and there's no other warning when he sinks into her. He doesn't take his time, just gives it to her all at once, fierce and needy as he fills her with his cock, making her take all of it with a groan.
The messages in his head are all tangled, criss-crossed, and part of him feels like it's been so very, very long since he's hand her beneath him like this. And from a certain perspective he's not entirely wrong. "You're such a good girl, my little Natalia," he murmurs, teeth nipping against her shoulder as he tugs her head back, enjoying how it makes her back arch with him buried inside of her.
He doesn't stay still for long, his hips pulling back and then driving forward, rough and demanding. She's tight and slick around him and the way his hips rock into the skin of her rear, the skin warm from where he'd spanked her sends a certain thrill up his spine. He can't get enough of her, and his hand on her hip comes away to palm against her chest, cupping one of her breasts and pinching against her nipple as his hips drive his cock deep inside of her.
"I know you need this," he hums the words against her skin. "You're so good for me." His voice catches in a sharp gasp as he rocks into her again, his thrusts hard and fast, the sound of flesh striking flesh loud in the small space as he held her body against him, keeping her in place beneath him as he moves. She's beautiful, and she's his, and there's something to it that's a little darker than when James echoes similar words.
Not ownership, not the way the people that gave them orders had seen them, but possessive. Like he'd lose her if he let go. Like there were men in uniforms that could tear them apart, and it just makes him more desperate for her, for this. "Always mine."
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"Yours...!" she moaned, throwing his head back when he tugged at her hair, feeling his teeth assaulting her quivering flesh. "Oh, God, only ever yours, yes baby, yes...!" Unable to "obey" his commands any further, Natasha arched her back and parted her thighs even wider, offering him everything, begging for it. She pressed her breasts against his rough palm, nipples tight and hard, sensitive.
God, but she did need it. Needed him to soothe that dark passion that simmered beneath a pale, serene surface, to sate that demon that lived within them both. She'd never ask, never intentionally, because she knew how much he hated that part of himself, but it was still part of him, and if this was the way to feed it, then so be it.
Bucky held her tight for their ruthless fucking, and Natasha met him thrust for thrust, driving her hips back into his, moaning at the salacious wet sounds of flesh in flesh. She moaned with every breath, feeling her body begin to tighten and contract, squeezing his cock tight every time he battered back in.
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His fingers wound in the red curls of her hair, tugging her head back and moaning low at the words she said, the way she sounded, caught up in that same current of need and desire. She opened her body to him, for him, and he took, sinking in deep over and over again, his breath coming hot and rough in the space between their bodies. His free hand palming over the swells of her breasts, the way that they fit in his hand, tugging against her nipples and then letting her rub them against her palm with a low throaty hum of almost-amusement.
He couldn't help the way he enjoyed her own desperation, the way it was a match for his own. That need, that darkness- the Soldier wanted to hold her and never let go. A subtle sort of possession, afraid of losing her, and even the part of him that was all ice and metal recognized just how important she was. Beautiful and perfect, even if at the moment his hands were rough, and his eyes were dark.
He holds her tight, too tight, close against him as he thrusts into her, low gasps at the feel of it, how her body grasps against him. He could feel her beginning to contract around him and he picked up the pace, those last few thrusts hard and deep, both of them sure to give out soon, and the soldier was selfish enough to push the edge of it.
Moments until his stamina gives out, and the way her body squeezes against him tips him over into his orgasm with a growl, his teeth finding that join of her neck and shoulder as he buries his face into her hair as his body slumps against hers.