Natasha quickly moved out of the room and rushed up to the master suite. She closed and locked the bathroom door behind her before moving to the mirror and stripped down. Red marks along her neck and hips from where he'd nipped or held on a bit too tight. Seems he wanted to make sure she remembered who she now "belonged" to…even when she was alone.
As she eased into the water, she cursed aloud and leaned her head back against the tub. He'd completely ignored her when she asked him to pull out. That would probably be a regular occurrence. She didn't think she could hate him anymore.
Natasha had just entered the bedroom and wrapped the towel around her body when Loki entered, shutting the door firmly behind him.
Her entire body tensed as he stalked toward her with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
He was a god. His appetite and energy level far surpassed that of a regular mortal, and she knew she'd have to contend with his ravenous appetite.
Loki strutted toward her with a devilish smirk as he admired the slight wet sheen along her skin and the faint dampness to her hair. He moved his hand along her neck, his long slender fingers tracing the marks he had left upon her skin. He was anxious to have her again. "Go lie down in my bed."
Natasha shivered beneath his touch in spite of herself. Slowly, she moved to the bed and removed the towel before laying down. She licked her lips and closed her eyes, desperate to imagine that she was anywhere but here…
Loki stood there for a moment, admiring the beautiful woman lying naked on his bed. There was still much of her that he had yet to explore fully. He moved to the mattress, nudging her legs with his hands as he gazed between her creamy hips. She truly was a work of art. He moved his tongue along her satin flesh enjoying the sound of the slight gasp that the action pulled from her throat before he delved deeper within her core. He loved the power he had over her and the fact that he knew as much as she hated him she couldn't stop her body from responding, turned him on even more.
Natasha gripped onto the sheets and bit her lip in a desperate attempt to stifle the moan that erupted from her throat, but it was no use. The god seemed determine to hear her vocalize her pleasure, so he delved deeper inside of her, his tongue eagerly lapping at her velvety folds.
Her body convulsed as it was claimed by another climax. She saw this as a perfect opportunity to avoid actual sex with him and instead, return his oral favor.
Natasha pushed him down onto his back and opened his pants. She leaned down and slowly began easing him into her mouth with practiced precision. It wasn't long before she felt him tensing and writhing beneath her hot mouth.
Loki groaned deep and low as he felt her mouth around him, his neck falling back in rapture at the feel of her ministrations as she stroked and licked him into a frenzy of pleasure. She was incredible and he could feel himself rapidly heading towards a climax but he had other plans. "Enough!" he ordered before grabbing her shoulders and pulling her up his body as he filled her completely. His hands firmly on her hips as he thrust up into her, her walls tightening around him as his own body shuddered beneath her.
Natasha uselessly grappled with him in an effort to move off of him, but it only added to the delicious friction between them as she pressed her hands against his chest. Before she could stop herself, she was experiencing her third orgasm.
Moments later, the only sounds in the room were of their soft panting and gasps. Natasha lay with her back facing him, waiting for her breathing to calm.
Loki lied there gazing up at the ceiling as he attempted to catch his breath. "An interesting beginning," he mused as he turned on his side and ran his fingers along the small of her back. "You're quite delicious, little spider, a real treat."
Natasha remained silent for a long time before running a hand through her hair and pulling the blanket over her naked body. She didn't want him touching her more than he had to.
The next morning, she awoke to his lips trailing across her neck and his hand between her legs. Natasha murmured and squirmed away from him, "It's too early…"
Loki pulled her back so that she was flush against his body, his lips moving sensually along the soft spot behind her ear. "There is no such thing, little spider," Loki breathed against her skin.
Natasha was not in the mood right now, but her lack of interest didn't stop the insatiable god from mounting her and driving them both over the edge of a mind blowing orgasm. Over the course of the next several weeks, that was her morning. She would wake up to him fondling her in some way. If he was really ravenous, she'd wake up to find him already on top of her.
She hated him.
Natasha frequently took her frustrations with him out on a boxing bag in the in-home gym located in the mansion's basement. Her right hook had never been neater. As far as her "duties" to Loki, she quickly discovered that no time of day was safe. He would take her whenever the mood hit him. Sometimes without the preamble of having a bed or couch nearby.
She stood in the kitchen, kneading dough for homemade bread. Natasha had never been a domestic type, but she felt the need to fill her time with as many new hobbies as possible. She paused to wipe her hands on a dish rag before taking a long sip or wine and setting it down before she continued kneading.
Natasha wore a casual linen wrap dress, but thanks to Loki, her panties and most of her less revealing clothing had mysteriously disappeared. Her red curls were pulled off of her face in a messy ponytail, but some of her strands of hair had escaped, falling around her face.
"Interesting," Loki remarked as he entered the kitchen and stood directly behind her, his fingers playing with the tie of her dress as he pressed his body closer. He leaned his chin against her shoulder as he took a look at the dough that she was kneading between her hands. "This is a sight I never imagined I would see," he quipped as his other hand moved under her skirt, trailing along her thigh.
Natasha sighed as her hands faltered against the dough upon feeling his hand beneath her dress. She closed her eyes and cleared her throat as she continued moving her fingers against the dough, "Yeah…me either. But I needed to find something to fill my time with, so…fresh bread."
As his hands moved further up her dress, she let out a breath and paused, "I don't suppose I can convince you to wait until I've finished with this…"
"And why in the world would I want to do that, pet?" Loki remarked as he continued to suckle along her throat, determined to leave a new mark against her alabaster skin. He pulled the tie of her dress so the fabric fell open.
Natasha's eyes rolled closed as her body shivered beneath his touch. A soft moan escaped her lips and the familiar weight of guilt and self hate washed over her anew.
Her body responded to him no matter what…no matter how much she hated him, her body could never seem to get enough of his advances. Natasha felt his hand on the small of her back, pushing her forward slightly before she heard the rustling of his belt buckle behind her.
"The sounds you make are exquisite, little spider," Loki breathed against her neck, nudging her body forward as he eased himself into her, filling her to the hilt. She was truly delicious. He couldn't get enough of her. His lust for her was truly insatiable.
Natasha bent completely over the counter, abandoning the dough as she lowered her head. She moaned softly as he began thrusting into her, gripping the edge of the counter as her body jerked against the solid surface.
The sensation of her body convulsing around him in a chain of spasms was pure ecstasy as he stiffened in his own release. He placed a kiss against the back of her neck before he stood slowly and fixed his pants. Loki kept his emerald gaze upon her as he watched her fix her dress, a satisfied smirk along his lips. He reached across brushing his body against hers, picking up the glass of wine she had poured for herself and taking a sip.
Natasha adjusted her hair as she cleared her throat and moved toward the cabinet to retrieve another glass of wine since he'd confiscated hers. She poured herself a glass and looked at him, slightly unnerved by his staring.
"Is something wrong?" she asked as she took a sip.
"Hardly," Loki puzzled as his dark green eyes gazed at her curiously. He highly doubted that she actually cared one way or the other which was perfectly fine by him. "Quite the opposite, little spider." He gave her a sideways smile as he took another sip. "Aren't you going to finish your bread?"
Natasha nodded and covered the dough with plastic wrap, "It needs time to rise."
She moved about the kitchen, cleaning up when they heard the doorbell ring. Natasha wiped her hands and adjusted her dress again, "I'll get it."
When she opened the door, she smiled wider than she ever had, "Phil Coulson…you're a sight for are eyes!"
Phil was taken by surprise when Natasha wrapped him in a crushing hug. She missed people…all she had here was Loki and a butler, maid and, occasionally, a cook.
"Come in!" she said, eagerly ushering him in.
"What do you want?" Loki snapped as he moved toward the room before turning toward the Black Widow irritably. "I have a butler to answer the door. I don't want you doing it again. Understood?"
Natasha glared at Loki as Phil regarded him cooly and took out a tablet. He stepped into the foyer, "Well, if you remember that our agreement included you helping us protect earth from other extraterrestrial threats…we think we have one. We need you to come in."
Natasha smiled a little, "Can I get in on this?"
"Sure. I'm sure Fury wouldn't mind."
"Absolutely not," Loki commanded coldly as his dark green gaze turned toward Natasha. "There is no need for you to hear anything further. Go upstairs, little spider, until I have need of you."
Natasha opened her mouth to say something, but all she could manage was a glare. Phil stood there, shocked that the Black Widow had been spoken to with such a manner.
Her face burned, and she was certain her entire face had turned red as she turned and stomped up the stairs before violently slamming the door to the master bedroom.
After Phil had finished briefing him on this little problem of Shields, Loki instructed him to advise Fury to expect him at headquarters to deal with the issue in a half-hours time. He preceded up the stairs to his bedroom and opened the door. "Such a tantrum, my pet," Loki taunted as he entered the room. "Not very befitting a former agent. I'm leaving for a few hours. Just so we understand each other, little spider, you are not allowed to leave here nor are you allowed to make any phone calls during my absence. Are we clear?"
"Whatever" she murmured from her place in the bath tub. She refused to even look at him.
Of course, as soon as he left, she used her iPad to message Clint. She told him that she missed him and that she was ok, but declined to comment any further on her situation with Loki. She didn't want him to worry about her.
Natasha had password protected her iPad, so she was fairly confident Loki would never find out about her communications with the archer.
Later that evening, Loki returned. The threat was easily dealt with, the Midgardians were so easily frazzled it was actually rather amusing. He inquired as to Natasha's whereabouts from his butler who informed him that she was in the gym working out. The young god moved to his bedroom first as he retrieved her iPad from the place where he knew she kept it. His dark green eyes narrowing in ire as he scrolled through the device.
Loki strutted into the basement the iPad held tightly in his grip as he observed her punching and kicking the large black bag with all of her might. He had little doubt who she was picturing in its place. "Did you really think that I'm so naive? I'm not Thor, pet? Your little password isn't much against magic, little spider." He stated irritably as he crushed the device in his fist before dropping the broken pieces along the floor.
Natasha panted as she brushed her hair off of her forehead before fixing him with a glare. She should have known better than to think he'd let her have something all her own. He wanted complete control over her.
"So, I'm not allowed to talk to my friends or fine out what's going on in the real world, now…" she murmured, brushing by him to head up the stairs.
Loki grabbed her by the arm and forcefully pulled her back toward him as he glared down at her, his dark green eyes filled with malice. "Is that supposed to be news to you? That was the deal that your precious Shield made… You are mine, little spider, you belong to me and you'll do what I say." His grip tightened as he leaned in closer to her, his voice dropping to an eerie whisper. "Don't you ever walk away from me again."
Natasha punched against his chest, but his grip was unrelenting, "Fuck you! I hate you!"
She spat in his face as she attempted to shove away from him and yelled, "Let me go!"
"No.. I won't, pet. I own you," Loki spat out as she punched at him and struggled to get out of his hold. He grabbed the wrist of the offending arm and held it tightly against his chest as he smiled wickedly. "You are no match for me, little spider, hate me all you want but the deal was struck and I'm never letting you go."
Natasha was panting and tears of anger rimmed her eyes as she stared up at him in rage. "Fine. You've made your damn point. Now leave me alone…I'm sickened by the sight of you."
"Obviously, I haven't made my point clear enough for you," Loki rasped as he continued to hold her in place. "I'll leave you alone when it pleases me not because you want me to. I don't care what you want." He pushed her away from him forcefully as she stumbled a few feet away. "Now I'll let you know what I want, pet. I want you to go upstairs and take a shower and get ready for bed. And be prepared to apologize to me for not listening to my directions earlier. And you better make me believe you mean it. Do we understand each other, little spider?"
Natasha disappeared up the stairs without another word. On her way to the bedroom, however, she took a bottle of vodka. Thanks to all of the unprotected sex they'd been having, she knew that she could very well be pregnant, but she didn't care. She'd rather die than have his baby. She'd do everything she could to make sure she didn't have his child. Aside from that fact, she desperately needed a drink.
Natasha poured herself a drink, taking a sip before getting into the shower.
Loki moved through the room and set down on the mattress, leaning against the headboard with his legs crossed in front of him as he listened to the shower running. His dark green eyes gazing at the doorway. He crossed his arms in front of him waiting for her to exit the bathroom.
Natasha emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. In one hand, she held a glass of melting ice. In either, she held a half empty bottle of vodka. She glared at him as she set the glass down and refilled it before picking it up and taking a deep swig.
Loki moved from the bed swiftly as he ripped the glass from her hand and picked up the near empty bottle of vodka. His dark emerald eyes glaring at the items angrily. "Do you think I wanted a drunken apology from you? You are not taking direction very well, pet, and that displeases me." He walked away from her for a moment before turning back and throwing the glass in her direction, missing her by a mere centimeter as it crashed against the wall behind her. He tossed the bottle from one hand to the other as he eyed her eerily. "Let's see just how intelligent you are, pet. Did you think I'd be happy to find you drinking?"
"I'm not drunk…not yet anyways", she grumbled as she moved to sit on the bed. Natasha glared at him, "You're so cruel to me…fine. We made a deal for you to 'have' me…but it seems like you just wanted a slut you could control and abuse. I'm more than that…at least I used to be. When I first got here, I was stupid enough to think you wanted a companion. Now I see you're a heartless bastard who cares about nothing and no one."
"Oooooh so insulting, eh heh heh heh, as if you care one iota about me, pet," He grinned evilly as his eyes narrowed at the Vodka in his hand. "You drank half the bottle and you didn't answer my question. Did you think that I would be happy to find you with this? It isn't wise to deliberately try and irritate me, little spider." His grip tightening on the bottle in his hand.
"Frankly, I don't know what would make you happy. Sometimes, I think you finding me dead in the bath tub would make you happy. Other times, you look right through me. You don't even pay attention to me unless you want a good fucking, which, by the way, you should seriously think of using protection…unless of course it's too late. In which case, bottoms up, kid" she said with a soft laugh.
Ok….Maybe she was a little drunk.
"You needn't worry about that, pet. I'm a god to your kind and a master sorcerer. You won't get pregnant unless I willed it and believe me that is something that I would never want." Loki spat out irritably. "A child is something that you will never get from me. And don't act cheeky, pet. You know what I want. And you know full well that finding you lushing away on a bottle of vodka wasn't it." He stepped forward putting the bottle in front of her. "Go dump the rest of this down the drain and don't you dare take one sip of it."
Ouch. That stung a little.
Natasha glared as she snatched the bottle away and poured it out in the sink before returning and crossing her arms, "There. Happy now?"
"Hardly," Loki remarked as he stared down at her. "You haven't finished giving me what I want, pet."
Natasha clenched her jaw and glared at him, "Fine. I'm fucking sorry. I'm sorry I don't do everything exactly the way you wanted me to do it at the exact moment you wanted me to do it. I'm sorry that I'm human and I had friends who I miss and love. I'm sorry that, after months of giving myself to you, you still look at me like I'm just a lowly piece of flesh."
"Have you ever given me more than your flesh, pet?" Loki probed as he traced his finger along her shoulder. "I don't think so, little spider." Which was fine by him. He had no use for needless sentiments. "You hate me and yet you sit here and complain that I don't care for you? You Midgardians and your twisted logic. Why did you agree to this deal anyway?"
Natasha took a step from him and turned around, "I have red in my ledger. I've done a lot of wrong in my life and I wanted to see if this could balance it out. I didn't know it would never get any better…I didn't know you were so full of hatred and contempt."
"And again, pet, what is it that you feel for me other than hatred and contempt?" Loki reiterated as he stared at her coldly. "Your race is so full of themselves. You stand there with nothing but hatred in your eyes and have the audacity to wonder why it doesn't breed affection for you from me?"
"I don't know what else to feel for you but contempt because you show me nothing but hate."
Natasha moved to the dresser and pulled her nightgown on over her head before laying in the bed and sighing, "I'm tired. My head hurts. Good night."
"I didn't say you could go to bed, pet, sit up until I tell you different." Loki rasped as he stood next to the mattress. "Tell me, little spider, what have you done in your little mind that should have inspired me with affection for you?"
Natasha shook her head and closed her eyes, "Obviously nothing. Me cooking for you when I've never cooked for anyone else…that's nothing. Me actually not getting on the phone with people even when you're not in my presence…obviously that's not respecting your wishes or you…You never said anything about an iMessage by the way…"
Natasha let out a breath and ran her hand through her hair, "…please leave me alone now.
"You cooked because you were bored and were looking for something to do… not for me. Please don't insult me. I respect straight answers, pet, I respect honesty." Loki shook his head at her continued insistence that if he treated her differently that she would suddenly feel something for him. It was actually starting to really get on his nerves. "You came here hating me. You came here like a sacrificial lamb to protect your planet and clean off your ledger. You were smart enough not to get on the phone because you knew that you would face my anger if you didn't not because you respected me. And you used your iPad because you didn't think I could check it. Now sit up."
Natasha sat up and practically screamed, "Fine! You're right! Where would I get the STUPID idea that I would be nice to you if you were nice to me. Mutual respect…why, I've never heard of that before. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm tired. I don't feel well. Please let me go to bed."
"Then why don't you start… if you think it works that way… go ahead… be sincerely nice to me and see what happens," Loki spat out as he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her off the bed so that she was standing in front of him. "You don't feel well because you drank a half a bottle of Vodka, pardon me if I don't feel bad for you. There's the bathroom if you're feeling ill." He pushed her toward the door. "You're not going to bed yet… Too bad for you if you're tired after your little bender. Perhaps you'll remember that next time, darling. If you want mutual respect, little spider, then it starts with you, got it? Because I'm fine with the way things are and I don't want to hear another whine out of your mouth. I've had enough of your pity party. You want me to look at you differently then look in the mirror. You want me to let you lay down than you take that chip off your shoulder and the bitch out of your voice and you ask me with sincerity and see what happens, pet."
Natasha didn't respond to him. She simply moved to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She sat down on the floor and, there, in the farthest corner away from the door, she allowed herself to break down and cry.
Natasha steeled herself and sniffled, slowly moving to the sink to wash off her face and move back toward the bed. She sat on the edge and sighed, clasping her hands in her lap, "I'm just tired. May I please go to sleep now?"
"Yes, you may," Loki replied before exiting the room and closing the door softly behind him. He wasn't sure why he felt so affected by her this evening but he didn't like it. He moved swiftly down the stairs as he passed his butler who was tiding up before he retired. "If she leaves the room before I come back you are to call me immediately." he ordered as he walked out the door.
The young god drove himself to a night club, he had access energy that he needed to work off, spotting a pretty blonde as he walked toward the bar. He moved toward her as he smiled seductively.
Natasha woke a couple of hours later feeling restless. Loki was gone, so she decided to go downstairs and wander around the house. She stared out the window, then went to the theater room with a bottle of water to watch a movie.
Little did she know, the dutiful butler was telling on her for something she thought was completely innocent.
Loki sat at the bar as he bought the young woman another drink as the phone in his pocket began to ring. "Pardon me, darling," the young god remarked as he answered his cell. "She's awake? Yes… keep me informed." He hung up the phone and turned his attention back to the woman at his side. "Sorry for the interruption, darling, how would you like to go back to my place?"
Natasha started to doze again in the theater room, so she went back up to the main level. As she walked past the foyer, Loki stepped in with a buxom blond, giddily clinging to his arm. A feeling of inexplicable jealousy overwhelmed her. They had sex at least twice a day and he still needed extra pussy?
Natasha bristled slightly and favored him with a stern glare before moving toward the stairs. She didn't need to speak to them. Loki made it very clear that he would do what he wanted, when he wanted, and there was nothing he could say on the matter, so she kept her mouth shut.
Loki watched her for a moment as she moved up the stairs before turning his attention back to the woman at his side. "There are lots of bedrooms upstairs," he grinned impishly before leaning in and brushing his lips seductively against hers. "Would you like me to show you one?" She nodded before kissing him back more hungrily as he brought her up to one of the guest rooms. He had enough of the Black Widow's drama for one night. He was going to enjoy himself this evening and to Hel with her.
Natasha has heard them stumble into the bedroom next to the master. Every noise they made drove her crazier and crazier with jealousy until she finally snapped. Why was she even jealous in the first place? She HATED Loki. It was legitimate hate. If there was a way she could kill him, she would do it…so it was just as much a surprise to her as it was the blond who she yanked from atop Loki.
"You want me to give a damn, Loki? Well here's me giving a damn!" she yelled at him.
The blond held her dress closed, "Um…are you guys married?"
"Get out before I give you a new boob job, bitch!" she snapped.
The blond grabbed her shoes an purse and sprinted out as Natasha stared at him. Despite her hate for him, he affectively owned her…and she hated the thought that she didn't own him right back. Well…right now she was about to demonstrate that wasn't quite true.
Natasha slipped her nightgown off over her head and sauntered toward the edge of the bed. She shoved him backwards and climbed on top of him, "I'm not enough for you, huh?"
Loki wasn't quite sure what just happened as he stared at her in disbelief. "You should be thrilled I wasn't bothering you with my needs… You hate me… You hate being here… I don't understand what you're doing right now?"
Natasha leaned down until her lips were hovering just above his, "There's no emotion more full of passion than hate…don't you think?"
She captured his lips in a hungry, feverish kiss as she reached down between them and grabbed a hold of his cock, favoring it with a few pumps before she eased down onto him. The sex was rough, wild, and at the end of it, they both bore the marks of their coupling.
Afterwards, in an odd show of affection, Natasha kissed his chest and lay against him for a few moments before pressing a tender kiss to his lips and getting up to retire back in the master bedroom.
"Good night Loki…"