Nat lay tucked under Steve's arm, feeling raw and shell shocked. She was aching and sore in all sorts of delightful ways from an unrelenting few hours of hard fucking, her eyes were red from a cathartic burst of weeping she had not expected and she felt emotionally ragged and raw yet strangely liberated. All sorts of worries that had been dragging her down had been torn away.
She stroked the collar around her neck, her collar. His collar. She felt the strangest feeling of being owned and safe, her heart bursting with uncharacteristic love and devotion.
It reminds her of the first time she fucked someone of her own volition, the guy had been a random hotel bar pickup just on a whim, good looking and only average in bed but the feeling of freedom she'd had because it was all her choice had been exhilarating.
Now she'd given herself to a life time of slavery to a man she trusted with all her heart and she felt the same rush.
Steve stared at the ceiling, feeling spent and strangely sated. Where the hell had all that come from? He had been trying to structure things, formalise their relationship but once they had that it'd been like opening a flood gate. He had never dreamed of acting like that with anyone but it was clear she loved it and he trusted her not to lie about that. Her enthusiasm spurred him on and his passion drove hers, breaking down walls he never knew existed in him, invisible channels from a life time of social conditioning. Now he knew better and felt freed, able to choose what rules he respected and what he could ignore. He had never really used all his physical prowess for anything other than fighting evil, worried he'd hurt people. Knowing he had someone who he could let go with, who could take it and more was a revelation. He knew she'd ask for more if she could take it and warn him if things went too far. Trust like that is a powerful aphrodisiac.
The naked girl at his side gave a happy sigh and squirmed a little. Warm skin on skin
"You awake, My girl?"
She groggily kisses his chest.
"Yes Master. Think i passed out a bit."
"You didn't stop"
"Neither did you."
They both softly laugh and he hugs her closer.
"Master?"
"Yes, my girl?"
"Thank you. I needed this."
"We both did." He strokes her hair.
"Now, I've thought through a few ground rules. You can put your collar on but only i can take it off you, understand?. Either by hand or by giving you permission. While it is off we are good friends and colleagues, maybe we could openly be dating if we think the world is ready for that. But when it's on you are mine, totally. A treasured possession, an obedient slave. You will do as i say immediately without hesitation, answer fully and honestly, and if i need to know something you will tell me regardless of consequences.
If you take it off any other time its like a safeword. We stop and talk as something is seriously wrong. Ok?
She nods
"i promise to protect you, use you as i want, love and treasure you and keep things within our limits , if we ever find them" He chuckles, moving stiffly. "I think you bruised a few of my ribs."
"Your fault Master, you made me come like that."
"Ok, stronger bondage is needed."
She purrs happily. "Oh definitely."
"Now, safe words. All these rules are all well and good but we are only human and in a high risk business, so things will happen and stuff will go wrong. If you need to stop things as I've gone too far or got things wrong we need a safe word."
"It works both ways Master. You can use it too if things go wrong."
He stops. He hadn't really thought about that. Then nods agreement.
"We need something obviously out of place. Not avengers, spy or military related. "
"Not big and strong. Not sexy. Nothing Captain America or Black Widow related . Not a call sign or phonetic we use"
She ponders then smiles. "How about Butterfly? Its fragile, unsexy and the opposite of spidery ."
"Very good, my girl"
Even faint praise from him gives her a warm throb of pleasure. Damn it.
She focuses on her collar, hooking a finger in it. State dependent learning. Link all her horny little slutty slave thoughts to this feeling, collared, naked, and helpless in her Masters arms.
When he takes the Collar off she can put them aside, know he'll keep the feelings safe and call them up when they want. Just thinking that makes her ache for him all the more.
Horny helpless little slave aren't you? She teases herself. But she can feel the heat in her still there; just being near him like this turns her on.
"Now, if you're unable to speak." He grins, stroking a finger on her lips. As she opens her mouth he slides his thumb in and she closes her eyes and sucks on it greedily
"Say If you are gagged or you mouth is busy. " she moans around his thumb at that idea. "We use the rule of three as a tap out safe word. Three then pause. Three grunts , three taps, three tugs, three nods. Then still. Understand ? " he takes his thumb out and she grins "understood. Master. Gagged? Have you been planning something? "
"You can be quiet when you have to but i like the idea of letting you scream it all out into a gag."
She gives a happy little shiver.
"just as long as you hold me tight and fuck me hard, Master, I'll be happy"
He glances at the window drapes, where the first light of dawn is showing.
"I will, My girl" He sighs. "Now, it's almost morning"
She makes a sweet little pout "time to get all business like again". She pushes herself up off the bed, tucking her legs up under herself. Kneeling, she spreads her knees wide, puts her hands behind her back and pushes her chest out, showing herself off to him one last time. She lowers her head respectfully, submissively.
Steve just lies back and looks at her, drinking it all in. She has bite marks on her inner thigh, which is still slick with both of them. Red marks on her breasts and throat, his grip had been rough but he feels no shame about it, he knows they both loved it. No lasting injury, neither of them bruise easily and both heal fast. She's probably just going to have a sore behind for the rest of the day from the spankings.
Reluctantly he sits up and reaches behind her neck, unbuckling the collar.
She gives a sad little sigh and he knows exactly how she feels. But things like this are so good because they're brief, you need the ordinary days to make these moments feel special.
He hands her the collar and she takes it reverently in both hands
"Keep it safe, until next time"
She grips it tight, holding it to her chest
"I will, Steve"
"Now C'mere" Steve says, taking her in a big hug.