Bloodline

Chapter 3: Used

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"Are you even listening to me, Nat," A voice next to her wanted to know.

"Sorry, what?" She had been feeling tired all morning, her thoughts drifting off the short, and hot encounter with the Winter Soldier.

"Had a good night," Barton asked again, his smile wide, "you only look so sated when you had a good fuck. Unfortunately it seems like I wasn't invited, hmm?"

Natasha sighed. She knew there was no denying it, not from him. "Clint, we decided to stop that since Fury is not very fond of our partnership going beyond business."

"Maybe I should resign," he replied with a cocky grin.

Natasha groaned in annoyance. "Barton, please. We have to concentrate on this mission." Checking that her weapons were safely hidden underneath her evening gown, she said on the comm, "We're ready, going to enter the event now."

"Target's in the VIP section. "You have to make your way into it," Maria Hill's voice ordered via their earpieces.

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Easy, just as always. Enchanting the target with her body and some sweet words, luring him to a place he cannot rely on his muscle men's help and snatch what she needed before anyone knew she was even there. But this time she knew something was wrong when she entered the private rooms.

"You again?" The Black Widow froze in place as she spotted him in the darkness of the corner.

"You don't have to bother about your target anymore. I already got the answers for you." He took out a disc from his pocket. "But if you want the intel, you got to work for it," his Brooklyn accent slipping out in between the words.

The Black Widow just stared at him for a moment, trying to read him, but it was difficult with the fire still burning between her thighs. Usually she wasn't this unprofessional. She would have knocked him out and collected what she needed, yet there still had to be a way to turn him away from Hydra, to talk him out of it. "Why?"

"What the hell do you mean, why?" The dark figure moved in on her closer, waiting to see her next move, while his right hand hovered over the loaded pistol on his hip.

"Why are you playing this game with me? You are tracking me and now sabotaged a mission. What is it that you want from me?" She flexed her fingers, ready to pull her weapon as well, but only if she had to.

"I want you, that's all. Not even your personality, I couldn't give two shits about that, you know what this agreement between us is. I want your body, and no one will take that away from me...," dashing towards her swiftly, he broke the earpiece in her grasp. "No one...," he pinned her against the wall with his titanium arm, the other took off his mask to reveal a sinister grin.

"Who the fuck do you even think you are?!" she shouted at him angrily, while she was pressed between the hard surface and him. "I belong to no one." Natasha said with gritted teeth as she stared at his grin that held what her body ached for.

"I think...by the end of tonight...," his mouth hovering over her lips softly. "You will submit to everything I give to you without hesitation." Grasping her left thigh, he hooked it above his waist in dominance.

Her breath was hot on his cheeks as she whispered, "Sorry, but I have other plans. No time to play." She could feel him pulsing at her core. There was no denying in what it did to her, but she suppressed the keening moan that worked its way up her throat.

"We have enough time. That idiot gave the order to let no one in here, until he comes out himself. Looks like you have made quite an impression on him. Answer me this: how far would you have gone with him," he whispered sinisterly.

"Why do you ask? You know my methods very well. I can make men talk by snapping my fingers." She held her head high as she looked at him.

"Except for me, right," his steel hand locked on her wrists and he grabbed her by the ass, lifting her up above his hips and kissed her hard, forcing himself upon her. Nat's eyes widened then slightly closed yet the Winter Soldier's eyes remained determined to keep her in that position until he was satisfied she would not resist.

The Black Widow cursed her body for responding in such a way. She had to win the upper hand again. Yet maybe playing along would do the trick, but her pride forbid this. "Oh, now you are on thin ice, sweetheart. Don't be so smug about that one time, honey. I was just in the mood for a little fun." She wished for her hands being free so she could bury them in his hair. Natasha mentally shook her head and tried to rearrange her thoughts again. "Now it's my time for a question: How did you know I would be here tonight?"

"Natasha, you aren't difficult to figure out, we are close to the same age, you and I. How else would you have lived this long to see such history play through, that's what we have in common that you don't share with the others, they are just mere mortals with no sense of life value, except for us. The two of us understand each other, it is only natural for us to crave one another's lust, don't you agree," the man who was clad in black loosed his grasp on her slowly.

"It's not nice to remind me of my age," she purred against his ear. "And that still doesn't answer my question." When she felt his grip tightening again, she knew he wouldn't give her this information. "So you are here on your own accord, just because you aren't interested in the young, sweet girls anymore? Craving someone with experience?" Yes, they were alike, so alike. But he was still fighting for the wrong side. She had to lure him in even more, make him trust her.

"I am a lost cause Natasha, you are better off with Steve. So stop trying to get me to fall for your tricks cause it's not going to happen," he let go of her wrists only to rip off her jacket, sleeves only remaining. "Too bad we can never find a proper place to do this, but what does it matter? We both know what is going to happen next in this scenario."

Natasha groaned in annoyance. "I liked that jacket, asshole." Using all her force and her freed hands she took hold of his shoulders and turned their positions, pushing him against the wall before she grabbed hold of his belt buckle. "You can't know everything. This time I will be leading this."

"Don't be too rough now, I'm fragile," he smirked. Eager to experience this, the soldier unclasped his jacket, letting Nat have easier access to his chest as well. His arm moved up her spine, it was cold but also had a sense of ecstasy as it hit her body, something he couldn't experience due to not having any feeling in that destructive arm.

Natasha shivered under his touch, closing her eyes for just a second, a moan escaping her lips. Her hands opened his trousers roughly, freeing his erection. With a smile on her lips and put her hands on his chest, feeling his heart beating, before she used her hands to claw down his upper body, leaving bloody streaks all over him, before he used her fingers in a much more gently way to take hold of him, pumping a few times, before she searched his eyes again. "Oh, I think you'll be able to stand it. Just tell me when I'm too rough."

Not wanting to show his lust toward her, his need for her heat, the soldier picked her head up and deeply kissed her, pulling her hips forward as to glide slowly over his hips. Sucking down hard on her neck to increase the sense of desired passion within their bodies. "I will not only mark you from the inside but for full view of others." The bruising was fast, the marks were clean, and the deed was soon done.

Natasha groaned in pleasure as he brutally kissed her neck. One hand worked its way up again to grab his hair while the other continued to pleasure him. "You call this marking?" She grinned sinisterly before going down on her knees.

Eagerly he awaited her next move, caught in her eyes framed by fiery red looks and underlined by her soft, plump lips that were now… He groaned as her mouth surrounded his shaft while her fingers gingerly cupped his balls.

Natasha kept her eyes fixed on his, trying to read him, to break through to him while she started sucking, her lips making wet and naughty noises before she used her tongue to encircle the head, tasting salty precum. She would now mark him in her own way, her teeth only slightly brushing along the sensitive skin, making him cry out from time to time.

"You're good at this, I'll admit, Romanoff," he smirked as his mechanical hand buried itself into her red locks, pushing her head further along his shaft, enjoying the wet heat she spread around him.

Natasha tried not to gag as he slid into her throat, but the training kept her breathing calm as she worked harder on him, sucking greedily. His tight grip softened after she had found a rhythm he liked. Feeling his balls she knew he was close to his release and when he pulled her head away she could imagine what his next step would be, so she walked towards the desk, leaning over it and exposing her bare center which had been hidden beneath the short skirt.

Barnes felt his carnal needs taking over as he saw her wet and ready for him. Grabbing her hips forcefully he aligned himself with her and entered her in one delicious, quick thrust which left them both groaning and longing for more. His movements were sharp, effective and he knew he was hitting the end of her, as she moaned half in pleasure half in pain.

The Black Widow clawed at the desk to keep herself steady as his body worked its magic, making her cry out in Russian curses. She knew that there would be bruises all along her hips and thighs tomorrow, but it was worth it. She matched his thrusts every time, but then he suddenly picked up an even faster pace, pounding into her like there was no tomorrow. His voice rose as he groaned, ready to spill himself and she would walk along with him.

His mechanical arm grabbed her hair once again, tearing her upwards until she was flush against his torso. His hands lifted up one thigh, as he thrust upwards, controlling everything she experienced. His second hand wandered down her body until it rested on her belly, his fingers only slightly touching her tingling secret. "Come for me," his timbre was dark, darker than it should be.

This was the moment she knew she had lost control as her body obeyed him, ripping him into the abyss with her. A keening moan escaped her lips as her body convulsed around him, milking him to the last drop.

The Winter Soldier let himself fall into pure bliss while his mind stayed focused on the task at hand. This was the second time he had fulfilled Hydra's wish and he wanted to make sure he did that more often. This woman was like a drug and making his mission so much easier when she responded like that. Deep in his mind, he knew what the product of his quest would be. His hand caressed her stomach carefully for her not to notice, although he was sure her mind was far away from here. He wondered how long it would take and what Hydra wanted from this child. But it was his mission to have her at any possibility, and dear lord, it would be… a pleasure.

Natasha tried to keep her eyes opened, but when she felt him putting her down on the desk, she knew her limbs wouldn't even hold her if she tried to stand up. A sick feeling overcame her when she saw his eyes lingering on the place between her thighs, now drenched in his cum. The dark gleam made her shudder as she realized he was the one playing her, the one in control. "Give me the intel," she demanded coolly.

The smirk on his face was telltale. "Alright." After he finished closing his belt she pulled a disc from his pocket and threw it onto her exposed body. "Till the next time, Tasha."

The Black Widow stayed behind for a few minutes, trying to regain her breath, while the tears flowed freely. She had hoped that saving him would be an option, earning his trust to keep him loyal. But there was so much more… Yet she knew, that when he came to her the next time, it would be this all over again…