CHAPTER FOUR:

Loki closed his eyes and tried to teleport to the other side of the cell. His heart pounded as his eyes opened once more, only for him to discover he hadn't moved an inch. The woman on top of him laughed, her leather clad body shining under the scarce lights above.

"Fury had them tweak the cell," she said through a smile. "Powers and magic don't work here anymore, Loki."

Underneath her, the man's brow furrowed and she could feel him try to speak from under the palm of her hand. But she wasn't going to risk them being interrupted. Bane had been called in for a Q&A on whatever progress Fury thought he had seen them make over the monitors but Natasha knew better. Anything Fury thought, Loki wanted him to think. And even if everything they saw had been genuine, it was hardly Natasha's concern. Their time was limited and she wasn't going to get this opportunity again.

She kept her grip on his hair firm, even tweaked it a touch harder so she could feel Loki's body flinch under its suppressed yelp, as she whispered:

"Keep quiet or I promise you, I will do more damage to you in the time it takes for help to come than you could ever recover from. Do you understand?"

His eyes bore into her like hot coals. She could feel his rage—and it only made the twinge between her legs tickle warmer. She'd been wanting to do this ever since their first private conversation. He thought he was so much more clever than she, so superior. He needed to be taken down a peg—especially after how he had treated Clint. She was going to make sure when Loki thought back on her, the idea she or Barton were inferior to him wouldn't dare cross his mind ever again.

She kept her hand on his mouth while with the other she undid her zipper so that her breasts slid out of her skin-tight catsuit. Loki couldn't help but stare. Even in his anger, he had to peek at how round, full, and gorgeous Natasha's chest was. This was exactly what she wanted.

"You like them?" she asked. Loki's eyes darted back and forth between her face and her chest. "Good. Suck on them."

She removed her hand from his mouth and took him by the neck instead, shoving his face between her soft, warm breasts. Loki had never known the touch of a woman, and it was by pure carnal instinct his body knew what to do. His lips sucked moistly at her nipples, his hot rough tongue sliding around it, giving it soft flicks every now and then. Natasha purred contentedly. That was a good warm up.

She took his head and pointed his chin up at her.

"The famous Black Widow," Loki sneered. "And all this time I thought it was Barton you loved."

"I told you," she said. "Love is for children."

Then, in a flash, she threw him back to the ground—this time on his stomach—and twisted one of his arms behind his back. He struggled furiously, but he had never needed strength. He had always been able to teleport.

"Revenge however," she said. "That suits me just fine."

"What are you doing?" he barked.

"Shh," Natasha cooed as she turned around so she was straddling him with her face towards his feet and her back to his head. She slowly slid Loki's pants down. He began to squirm once he realized what was going on. It was not the custom in Asgard to wear undergarments, so in a matter of seconds, Natasha was peering down at Loki's pert, pale, beautifully round ass.

She left him there a moment, bare ass pointed up at her without her saying a word. She could feel the heat from his face emanating with what was surely a fiery, blushing embarrassment. After a second or two, he began to wriggle. An attempt to spin himself around, no doubt. She reeled back and gave his perfect ass a smack. A giggle almost ran through her—she and Clint had disabled the monitors earlier and there wasn't a soul awake on board. They had the whole place to themselves—well, them and Clint who was surely watching.

SMACK, her hand came down again. Loki let out a gasp of pain.

"You can't do this!" he cried.

In response, she spanked him hard four more times—alternating which side of his ass she slapped so the whole thing was beginning to get nice and rosie.

"Ow, ow—oww!" Loki tried once more to squirm, but with Natasha straddling him, it was clear to the Prince he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. "What do you think you're doing, you mewling—owww!"

Her hand came slapping down unrelentingly. One smack after the other, each one harder than the last it seemed, Loki was spanked until his entire ass felt like it was ablaze. Natasha's hand was stinging a bit just from administering the spanking, but it was nothing compared to the dampness between her thighs as how Loki was soon yelping and whimpering. His ass was red as her hair and surely more tender than it had ever been in his life.

But eventually she'd had her fun. Tasha was ready to rap this part of her game up. So she reeled her arm up and held nothing back. She spanked him as hard and fast as she possibly could, sometimes spanking the same cheek multiple times in a row to make it as sore as she could. Finally, she achieved the results she wanted.

Loki was writhing, kicking and screaming like a child, begging her: "Stop! Stop! Ow! Ow, oh please, ow, stop!"

"What will you do for me if I stop?"

He was almost getting choked up. "Anything you want!" he moaned in between agonizing smacks.

She kept spanking him until he could do no more than howl, and then she stopped. She got off of him and his hands went immediately to his sore, ruby red ass but she took hold of his arms.

"No, no. You're not done yet."

She turned him around and straddled him once more, this time with his head right beneath her crotch. She slid the catsuit off her and lowered her pussy down onto his quivering mouth. He felt the moist, hot, skin slide across his lips and he didn't know what to do. He was in so much pain he could hardly think.

"Lick me and suck me or else I'll use my belt on you," she warned softly.

He shook his head vigorously, which made Natasha's pussy twitch ever so slightly. Loki finally decided to let instinct take over again and began to obey.

He kissed her lips, taking hold of her thighs with his hands, and began to gently lick her little sweet spot. Natasha let out a moan. The Prince took this as a sign to continue and made little circles around her clit with his tongue, using his lower lip to keep touching her lips while he did. It was like he was French kissing between her thighs—warm, wet, and with growing passion. She could hear his muffled panting and grunts from inside her and it only made her wetter.

"Put your fingers inside me," she ordered.

He didn't think twice before obeying. Loki licked his forefinger and middle finger and slowly slid them up into her, going in and out nice and fast while his hurricane tongue circled around, his lips kissing her all the while.

"Oh…" Natasha moaned, her hips thrusting back and forth across Loki's mouth. "Yeah…oh yeah…do it…"

His tongue went faster, his fingers deeper, and eventually he felt hot liquid dripping down his lips and hand as Natasha screamed out in ecstasy. Loki didn't know if he should keep going or not, so he stopped and waited for instructions.

None came. Natasha got up, got dressed, and gave Loki's ass one final smack before she headed for the door.

"Oww…" Loki whimpered hopelessly.

"I think that about took care of the red in my ledger," Natasha murmured, almost to herself, before she smiled and left Loki alone in the dark with nothing but an excruciating ass and a tired tongue.