Claiming
Steve presses her back against the wall, using his body to pin her there as he twists his hand in her hair, making her turn her face up to his. He feels like he's towering over her, that she's suddenly small and vulnerable. Partly he realises it because she's barefoot, he's used to her in heels. But partly it's the killer confidence she usually radiates – it's gone, replaced by a nervous fearful excitement.
He kisses her again, crushing his lips to hers, forcing her mouth open with his tongue. He wants more of her, all of her and the soft moan that escapes her lips
The feeling of power is exhilarating, feeling her body pressed against his, firm yet soft in all the right places. He's always had a hatred of bullies, of people who use power to force others and so he's always been careful with his strength, but this is something he's never dreamed of, someone who wants him to be forceful, controlling, who needs him like that. The though stirs things in him he's never felt, along with far more familiar feelings of lust. He realises his erection is positively throbbing and pressed against her, she must feel how hard he is.
She knows, as she kisses him back, softer than he did, as her hands stroke his chest and one reaches down to stroke his erection through his work out pants.
He breaks from the kiss, she gives a little panting gasp then a flicker of her old knowing smile as she keeps working his cock with her hand.
It feels good but he realises it's her trying to direct things, letting him know what she wants.
"Not so fast." He takes both of her wrists in his hands and lifts them, pressing them to the tiled wall
"you've felt what you're getting, Let's see what I'm getting"
He turns off the shower and takes a half step back, still holding her. She looks worried for a moment, then her eyes flick downward obediently
"Keep still" He orders as He starts to stroke a finger down the side of her neck
"yes Sir" she answers quietly.
He leans in and kisses her neck, just under her ear. He nibbles the corded muscle down to her collar bone and whispers "Good girl" . Her skins soft, still faintly tasting of the sweat from their work out.
He works down her chest slowly, enjoying her feeling of expectation rising in them both.
Her breasts are magnificent, heaving in the tight black lycra of her sports bra. He cups them both, feeling the weight fill his hands, her nipples hard through the thin fabric.
He wants to free them, to hold them, but modern womens underwear is a mystery to him. Then he has an idea and grins a wolfish grin, he's always wanted to do this. He puts his face down into the valley between her breasts, bites the top of the fabric and pulls, feeling the seam tear. Grinning, he grabs the top seam with both hands and pulls, tearing her top open and baring her breasts.
She gasped at the sudden force, making her breasts heavy . He pressed his face down and started to kiss them, teasing her nipples with his tongue, feeling the darker skin around them pucker and tighten. He gripped one gently between his teeth, tugging on it. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her chest out more. He gripped her other nipple with finger and thumb, tugging softly. Then he straightened and watched her face as he tugged harder, twisting and watching as she moaned "Oh god" and bit her lip. A little pain, a little pleasure. He didn't want to hurt her but the way she moved made him want to pull harder… He'd have to trust her to tell him if he went too far.
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants and hesitated for a moment. This was going a lot further, a lot faster than he'd ever dreamed.
But she rocked her hips forward, moving against him in eager circles. "It's ok, Sir. Please. I'm yours." She whispered. He nodded and pulled them down, kissing the smooth muscled plain of her abdomen, cupping her ass as the fabric pulled down over it. Then it was down over her muscular thighs and pooled around her ankles. He gazed in awe at the neatly trimmed patch of hair , the intricate folds of her glistening wetly. She stepped free of her pants and stood with her legs slightly apart, open for him to see. He was eager but decided to tease, to take time to explore. He stroked the inside of her thighs, surprised when her muscle jumped and trembled, looking at her face to see her eyes closed, face flushed, biting her lip. He slid his fingers up to touch her, finding her slick to the touch, parting easily as he stroked . No denying she was eager for him. Then he stopped.
"Your turn now." He said, taking off his vest top. Her eyes flicked open in surprise, but she nodded eagerly "Yes Sir"
She started to stroke his chest, pressing her face to the muscles as she licked and kissed at him. She worked her way lower and lower, her breathe hot on his skin.
She dropped to her knees, pressing her face into his groin and rubbing against his erection.
"May I, Sir?"
He nods, the sight of her looking up at him making him even harder
She takes the drawstring of his pants in her teeth and pulls, untying the knot on the waistband with a playful grin. As she wrestles them down over the bungle of his raging erection her expression changes rapidly to shock, admiration and an eager lust as his cock springs free. He worries the size of it is going to scare her off, the process gave him a lot more than he had before.
Instead, she grips it at the base, though it's too thick for her fingers to close around and gently kisses the tip, flicking her tongue over the cleanly circumcised head.
She grips firmly and watches it bob in time with his pulse, then starts to stroke it. Already there is a drop on the tip, she licks it up and tastes him for the first time, then opens her mouth and sucks him in. Just the first few inches, working her tongue on the underside, moving her head slowly back and forth as she works his shaft. With her free hand she cups his balls, stroking them.
He leans back, lost in the sensation as she sucks. She pulls back and starts kissing up and down the length of his cock, rubbing the spit slick tip over her face and whispering to it in a husky Russian, words he doesn't understand but that sound part vile profanity and part reverent prayer.
She stops cupping his balls and instead buries her hand between her legs, fingers frantically rubbing her slick lips. He rests his hand on her head, reminding her of who's she is. He doesn't need to grip or push, just the weight is enough to make her glance up, eyes wide and then take the head of his cock in her mouth. Still looking up at him she slides down it, tongue and lips working as she takes the length of him deeper, bobs back, then deeper, back and deeper still until the full length of him is in her throat and she's buried face first in the musky fur of his pubic hair. His balls contract on their own, the sensation of her tight around him makes him want to just grab her hair and fuck her face hard right there and then but he lets her pull back, gasping for air.
She starts to rub her face along his cock again, her fingers busy between her legs as she moans soft ly "Gods you're big. I want all of you, every inch of you. I want you to fuck me, use me, take me, please, I need you. Fuck me, please, Sir" She's so close he can see her thighs quiver.
Something about the raw need in her makes him remember she's his and needs reminding of that.
He grips her hair, twisting hard enough to make her gasp
"Stop that! Hands behind your back! Knees apart! Use your mouth!"
She jumps like she's been shocked, hurriedly putting her hands behind her, wrists crossed.
"yes sir! Sorry! sorry!" she says then the rest of her begging is lost as her mouth is filled with his cock. He keeps a firm grip, making slow thrusts as she desperately sucks, tongue circling.
In moments he feels his balls tighten and his cock surge, a rush of pleasure that comes in waves as he spurts into her willing mouth, as she sucks and swallows his load, sucking more after each throbbing spurt to draw out the sensation.
He entwines both hands into her hair, breathing fast, lost in the moment. Finally he breathes a sigh and looks down, smiling to see her still peppering his cock with little kisses, her face smeared with a mixture of saliva, sweat and cum. She looks worried, in case she did something wrong but as soon as she sees the orgasmic grin on her face she positively lights up with satisfaction of a job well done.
"That was incredible."
"I had a lot to work with" she grins up at him and winks.
"I think you've earned a reward, My girl" he grins back.
"oh really?"
"yes. Up! " His tone goes from playful to firm and she jumps to her feet.
"Hands behind your head! Feet apart!" She assumes the position and wonders what comes next. He's a natural to this, she's sure. Then she moans as he reaches up between her legs and starts to stroke at her.
"You are very wet and eager. Does this feel good?" He says, two fingers parting her slippery lips and slowly sliding up and down
"Yes sir" she stammers back.
"and this?" he strokes up, feeling a swollen nub of flesh and circling it with fingers slick with her juices.
"Oh yes! Yes Sir!"
He holds his fingers still and smiles. "Move your hips. Rub yourself on my fingers"
She bites her lip as she starts to work her hips, humping her aching clit on his fingers. She finds it humiliating and arousing at once, the position, how he's watching. It's like she has to earn his cock, prove her worthy of being fucked by him. It makes her want to grovel and beg all the more, which turns her on so much her juices are running down onto her thighs.
"I'm. I'm. Almost. Can I come, sir?" she begs, hanging on the edge of orgasm.
"Whose are you?"
"Yours, Sir!"
He grips her crossed wrists in one hand, pinning them to the wall, thrusting with the two fingers until they're inside her and growling menacingly into her ear "Come for me. You are Mine"
The knot of desire in her stomach explodes, making her thighs twitch as she grips his probing fingers, making her cry out in wordless pleasure, pulling at the hand holding her and finding that restraint makes her ache all the more as she frantically fucks his fingers, as he presses in with his palm on her clit and the world spins as she comes again.
He gathers her up in his arms and them both sink to the floor. He sits against the wall, holding her to his chest as she lies there, feeling like she's floating.
He kisses her forehead "That was something else"
She makes a happy burbling noise and snuggles into his chest
"what was that"
"I said I'm happy I'm yours" She looks up at him and grins "what, you don't speak well fucked girl speak?"
"Never really had chance to, but I'm eager to learn"
"I know you are!" She grins and strokes his cock, which is already half erect. "Not bad for a first time. You've a real gift for it"
"I just feels… right. Though I'm still not sure about a lot of it, you'll have to tell me if I get anything wrong"
"guess I need to teach you about safe words later. For now, let's use the traffic lights. Green means all is fine, carry on. Amber is for it's getting too much, slow down or change. Red is this is too much, we have to stop. Sound good?"
"Makes sense. So, you green for go?"
She rolls round until she's sitting astride him. "Fancy carrying on?"
He grins "My room or yours? Mine is closer"
"Mine has more toys"
"oh really?"
Then they're disturbed by the sudden pulse of the alarms on the Dojo door. A strangely well cultures but flatly emotionless voice calls out
"Ex Cuse Me, Cap Tain Ro Gers ?"
Natasha curses "Mission alert. What's Vision doing here?"
Steve helps her up and stands, tucking his cock back in his pants.
"You get cleaned up and dressed, I'll see what he wants" He grabs a towel and heads out into the practise room. Hovering in mid-air by the still locked doors, the red and green android is slowly pivoting on the spot, surveying the whole room. he looks over as Steve walks in, towelling sweat off his chest.
"What is it Vision? We were just finishing up a session"
"Priority mission Captain."
"Ok, we'll be right there. But next time, use the intercom when the 'Do not disturb' sign is on the door."
"oh, my apologies."
"Let me guess, you used the wall again?" Nat says from behind Steve. He turns, surprised to see she'd somehow washed up and dressed already.
"I'm afraid so, Agent Romanov"
"You're still thinking in straight lines, Vision. When it's not an emergency, you need to use the social conventions of the building, like doors" She heads to the door then smiles back at Steve "I left the shower ready for you, see you in Briefing room 1" and winks.
He grins back "See you there"