Natasha tensed noticeably as the car drove through the gates of the large mansion located in a sparsely populated area of a beach community in the Hamptons. Clint reached over and squeezed her hand, "It's not too late to change your mind, Tasha…you don't have to do this."
She looked down at his hand as it enclosed her own, and then moved her gaze upwards to meet his, "Yes…I do. A deal is a deal. And you know how important it is for me to clear my ledger. I've done so much wrong in this world…and now, I have a chance to balance everything out."
"This is more than balancing it out. You're becoming a fucking sacrificial lamb."
Natasha sighed as the driver pulled into the circular driveway, "What else would I have done with my life? Huh?"
Clint looked into her eyes, "I was always hoping we could figure that out together, Nat."
She stared at him for a moment before leaning in and kissing his lips. Natasha rested her forehead against his for a few precious seconds before moving away from him and getting out of the car. The driver had pulled her suitcase from the trunk and placed it on the gravel.
Natasha stared up at the large house and took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.
Weeks ago, she was in a very different position. She was on the helicarrier with her team, interrogating Loki. Sometime during the course of questioning, the young god provided her with an extra bit of information concerning his presence in this realm: he was not here on his own volition.
A powerful titan by the name of Thanos had captured and tortured him. Once separated from his scepter, he was able to speak freely. He claimed to know a way to defeat the titan and prevent the Chitauri invasion. In exchange for this information and his continued help in protecting earth from extraterrestrial invasion, Loki would receive a home befitting of his standards and a sum of money that would enable him to sustain a highly comfortable lifestyle.
Fury thought that his requests were simple…until he named his final requirement.
Loki wanted Natasha Romanoff.
The deal would not be made unless all of his requests were met.
When the director approached Agent Romanoff with Loki's list of demands, she initially laughed, but the look on Fury's face was serious. Loki wanted her. Natasha had killed plenty in her life…plenty of innocent people. Her ledger was dripping red with the blood of men, women and children. Now, she had the chance to balance it all out.
It took her three days to give her director a yes.
Now, weeks later, after they'd moved Loki into his house, set up his false identities and established a rather hefty bank account, they were making good on Loki's final and seemingly most important request.
Natasha glanced back at Clint and the driver as she pulled her suitcase up the stairs of the house, "I'm fine. I'll be ok…you can go."
The archer hesitated for a few long moments before he lowered his head and slipped back into the car.
With a shaking hand, Natasha rang the doorbell.
Loki heard the doorbell ring as a wicked smile spread across his face. He moved away from the fireplace and sat down languidly on the large recliner that would give him a perfect view of her as she entered the mansion. It was hard to believe that a few months ago he had been so distraught with the state of his life that he had let go to certain death. Unfortunately or fortunately depending on the way one looked at it, death didn't come. Instead he had found himself at the mercy of the Titan, tortured and placed under the control of some mind altering gem. Yes, the young god had truly reached rock bottom.
But that was then and this was now. Now, Loki could see the advantages to all that had happened. He was a new man or better than that a new god. Gone was the suffering fool who was so desperate for his adopted father's approval. To be deemed equal in the eyes of his brother. Gone were all the foolish sentiments that always plagued him and made him conflicted. Now, there was just Loki. Free to embrace his cold heart and selfish nature. And with all the luxuries that he could ever want thanks to the foolish mortals of Shield. They had agreed to every one of his demands for his help. And his most important one was only a few seconds away from being his. His dark green eyes gazed intently as his butler opened the door and showed her in. His grin widened as he watched her approach.
"It took you long enough, Agent Romanoff," He mused.
The butler took her bag away from her and disappeared up the stairs, leaving her alone with Loki. She met his gaze and narrowed her eyes, "Sorry. Traffic."
Natasha wasn't sure how soon he'd want to start exercising his "ownership" privileges. She knew she would have to be ready for anything. Loki was not a man that she could easily fight off. He was a volatile god whose sanity had been called into question more than once.
"I'm here now though. Should I go upstairs and unpack my stuff or…"
"That was the one and only time that you will ever keep me waiting," Loki commanded as he tapped his fingers along the arm of his chair. "Is that understood? Go unpack your things and change your clothes. Put on something that you think will please me." His dark emerald eyes narrowed as his expression turned deadly serious. "You have ten minutes to return here to me."
Natasha glared at him for a few seconds before she moved toward the stairs. Once she reached the top, the butler directed her to the master bedroom where he'd placed her large suitcase on a stand.
She opened it and rummaged through the items until she found a green silk nightgown. Natasha shut her eyes tight and swallowed hard. She could do this. She'd seduced and slept with men for reasons far less compelling than this…men who she hadn't even been attracted to. As much as she hated to admit it, she found the young god to be terribly attractive.
Natasha sauntered down the stairs in the green nightgown and stood before him, her arms crossed across the swell of her bosom, "…and I have a minute to spare."
"You know how to take orders… that's good," Loki mused as his eyes roamed up and down her figure. He had been waiting for this moment since he first spotted her on the helicarrier. It was no wonder that she had made a career out of seducing men. She was exquisite and now she was his to do with as he pleased. He stood up from the chair and began circling her languidly like one might appraise a new car, stopping when he was back in front of her once more. His sparkling emerald eyes gazing down into dark blue. "You picked green… good choice," he smirked as he glided his hand up her arm to her shoulder, enjoying the softness of her skin. His fingers trailed up her throat until his hand rested against the nape of her neck, pulling her towards him so their lips were only inches apart. "Kiss me."
Natasha's breath caught in her throat as she stared up into his eyes. This was what she was here for. There was no turning back now…well, if there was, she might not make it out of there alive and the world could end…
She leaned up and softly nipped at his bottom lip before firmly pressing her lips to his. Her tongue slowly maneuvered its way into his mouth, delectably sliding over his as her mouth moved sensually over his.
Loki kissed her back hungrily, his tongue finding hers as he devoured her greedily. She was as delicious as he had imagined she would be. He had never tasted anything sweeter. He broke the kiss abruptly. His dark green eyes gazing down at her as he hooked his fingers teasingly in the straps of her gown. "I think the infamous Black Widow can do better than that…" He smirked as he took a step away from her. "Seduce me, little spider, show me all your best moves."
Natalia stared up at him with questioning eyes for a few moments before letting out a deep breath. Seems he wanted her to put on a whole show for him. When he took a step back, she followed him, placing her hands on his chest and giving him a firm shove so that he fell backwards into the seat behind him.
Slowly, she began swaying for him…back and forth. Natasha lowered herself to the ground before him and seductively crawled toward him. When she knelt before him, she placed her hands on his legs and began firmly rubbing them upwards, her fingers massaging the inside of his thighs as she worked closer to their meeting point.
Natasha stopped short of her goal and slowly leaned forward, rubbing her body teasingly against his before straddling him and grinding down on him.
A smirk played across her lips as she stood back up and walked over to the fireplace. She lifted up the hem of her nightgown just slightly to reveal the black, lace underwear beneath. She teasingly pulled it off her ass just briefly to give him a view of her perfectly round bottom before pulling them back up.
Loki smiled slightly as she shoved him back into the seat before his face returned to its blank expression as he eyed her lustfully. The movement of her hips, the feel of her fingers gliding along his thighs over the fabric of his pants, the way she moved on top of him, such delicious sensations. He wanted her. He wanted her very badly but even more than that he wanted to exert his power over her. "Don't stop there, pet," Loki smirked in his silky accent as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs along the coffee table. "That is not nearly enough to entice me. You have a job to do, little spider, make me want you… make me desperate to take you right now."
Natasha turned away from him, shutting her eyes tight and taking a deep breath and forcing herself to renew her stoic veneer. He was determined to try to humiliate her…reduce her to being his pleasure slave.
That was alright…she could handle it.
Still facing away from him, she slowly removed the straps of her nightgown from her shoulders before letting the silken fabric glide down off of her body and pool at her feet. Natasha slid her underwear off of her waist and bent over completely to remove it, giving him an obscenely delicious view.
Natasha closed her eyes and breathed out as she glanced at him over her shoulder with lust lidded eyes. She spread her legs as she placed a hand on the mantel piece and bent over slightly, running a hand provocatively over her ass before she turned around and sat down in a chair across from him. Natasha bit her lip as she spread her legs for him, her hands roaming over her body as they came to rest at the apex of her thighs.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she slipped a finger inside of herself while her other hand squeezed and massaged her breasts.
Loki licked his lips expectantly as he stared at her naked body. His dark green eyes scrutinizing every luscious curve. The sight of her pleasuring herself and the seductive noises falling from her lips made his body twitch with need. He stood up slowly as he moved toward her. "You've had a lifetime to perfect your craft haven't you, little spider? Using your body… getting men to want you?"
The young god trailed his fingers along her cheek before tilting her chin so that she was gazing up at him as he loomed over her. "But that's only half the battle isn't, pet? When you set your sights on your prey… it's not enough that they want you… you need to make them believe you want them. Go ahead, little spider, I'm waiting."
Natasha stood up to defiantly stare into his eyes, "You don't think it's pointless? That seems like a waste of time…no matter what I do, you'll always remember that I'm here because it's part of a deal. A deal which said you could have me. It didn't specify that I'd have to turn into an award winning actress."
Loki grabbed her chin forcefully, leaning in close as his emerald eyes glared at her eerily. "The point is that I own you and you'll do what I say. I want to see the Black Widow in action… now get to work, pet. Show me just how good you are."
Natasha glared at him and snatched away, "If you want to see the Black Widow in action, then you're asking me to spar, not see how hard I can make you. Seduction and making me believe I want you are a small part of being the Black Widow. But of course, as with most men, you think I'm just another sexy body with a pretty face. There's no way I could do my job without making men want to fuck me…the truth is, I'm smart, I'm agile and I'm strong. I can take down a man three times my size in three seconds and it's not because I made him believe I wanted him…it's because I crushed his trachea."
Loki enclosed her face in his hands as he inclined his head so they were mere inches apart. "I don't think you want to spar me, little spider, I could crush your skull with the barest movement of my hands." He applied more pressure, just the slightest amount so that she knew that he was deadly serious before releasing his hold on her altogether. "You are going to do what I tell you. One way or the other, pet. I would suggest that you don't piss me off."
Natasha knew that he was right. She glared up at him before leaning up to capture his lips in a fiery, hungry kiss. This wasn't real. She hated him and realized that she hated him more by the moment. He wanted her to make him believe she wanted him? Fine. She could lie.
Natasha pushed him backwards until they stumbled and landed on the couch as she straddled him, ripping open his shirt and raking her fingers down his chest, hard enough to almost draw blood.
Loki chuckled slightly as they fell against the couch. Her hate was near palpable and he loved it. He loved the passion and fire that her anger fueled. He loved the control he had over her, that despite her defiant nature she was doing exactly what he said. He fisted his hand in her dark red curls, yanking her neck backward as he moved his lips along her throat. Her body was his and he was going to enjoy every inch of it, flipping her beneath him as his mouth descended on her honey soft breasts. His clothes disappearing with the barest thought from his mind as he enjoyed the feel of her lush body pressed against his.
Natasha gasped and moaned softly as she felt his lips trail along her neck down to her breasts. She whimpered as his lips connected with her breasts, making her entire body shudder in pleasure as she wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling the head of his eager member press against her moistening core.
Loki wasted no time as he claimed her, burying himself all the way as he drove up into her. A soft smile falling over his lips at the wetness and heat that surrounded him. The sensation of being inside of her was divine as he moved hard against her, in and out in a pagan rhythm.
Natasha cried out as he brutally thrust into her, her nails roughly raked up and down his back. Her hips rolled upwards to meet his movements, her hate for him fueling her desire.
"Oh god…fuck…" she panted as her body shuddered beneath him.
"Yes, pet," Loki groaned with an unsteady breath as he delighted in the feel of her nails scraping against his firm, smooth back. "You are being fucked by a god." He increased his tempo, her body jerking violently as he pounded into her with an unrelenting pulsing cadence.
Natasha screamed until her throat hurt as he relentlessly pounded into her lithe body.
She had never experienced pleasure so intense before. Natasha suddenly felt the overwhelming sensation of an approaching climax overtake her. "Pull out…pull out" she managed to whimper before her words were overtaken by cries of ecstasy.
Loki moaned against her throat as he felt the great shuddering, clenching spasms of her body around him. Ignoring her words as he quickly found his own climax, her body milking it from him as he bucked within her. He closed his eyes for a moment, reveling in the sensation of her closeness, his fingers twisting lightly around a curl of her hair affectionately. Before he stood up abruptly, his clothes returning to his body in an instant. He sat back down in the chair across from her like a king on his throne. His dark green eyes staring at her coldly. "You may get dressed."
Natasha cursed softly and glared at him as she slowly sat up and pulled her nightgown back on over her head. It took her a few moments to find her panties as she stood before him, still slightly out of breath. Her body was still flushed from her recent orgasm, and she felt like her body had betrayed her. She felt dirty…
She brushed her hair out of her eyes and cleared her throat, "I'd like to go take a bath."
"You may, my pet," Loki stated coolly as he watched her get dressed. Enjoying the sight of the blush of her cheeks, a remnant of how badly her body enjoyed being joined to his despite how much she hated him. "I'll give you a little while to yourself, little spider, before I join you in the master suite."
