Breath Play, AU feat. War Trophy!Loki and Dom!Nat

Natasha grinned to watch her prize being brought in, his hands shackled in front of his body, stretching down to the chains at his legs as well as the thick black collar she'd insisted he be fit with after he'd taken out his scouting party without so much as a second thought. Though, if she was honest with herself it hadn't really seemed like he'd made that much of an effort, keeping her interested enough in his motivations to have him brought to her. His gaze was cool as he was led by the chains attached to his hands forward through her vast hall, the torches burning low casting deep shadows on his high cheekbones and making his eyes seem even brighter. He watched her all the while he was led past her, taking in her bloody armor, the smirk keeping the corners of her lips upwards, the stray red hairs that fell over her face before she swept them out of her eyes. He didn't even bother to lower his gaze as he stepped just by her, close enough that she could reach out and grab his chin. He arched a brow, as though she was barely worth his recognition.

Oh he would be a fun one indeed.

"Do you know who I am?" She murmured, voice quiet as she watched his body go tense at the sound of her voice, in the grip of her hands that had killed his men.

"Natasha Romanova, leader of your father's house. They sometimes call you the Black Widow due to your rather creative methods of killing men. And women."

Natasha let out a quiet chuckle.

"And do you know what happens to captives of war, of scouting parties who are rather bad at what they do?" He didn't bother answering. She took that as a yes, though to prove her point she tightened her hold on his chin. "They're left at the mercy of their captors. You're mine now, Loki Laufeyson." She delighted in the way his eyes widened slightly, not having anticipated her to recognize him. As if anyone else could have such striking features, though it helped she'd met his father once before, and though Loki was tall he had none of Laufey's commanding presence or stoic disposition. He did try though, bless him, narrowing his gaze as she brought up his father. "You're all mine, Loki., and I will have you whether or not you will it tonight. You'll be cleaned up, and then left in my chambers." She leaned forward, pressing her lips against the shell of his ear and nipping at the shell. He barely made a sound, but she could feel how his body stiffened with the action. "Enjoy."

She really hated being detained, so when her advisor tried to hold her over, tried to go over their next strategic move, while all Natasha could think of was the prize she had waiting for her back in that room, likely all trussed up the way her men knew she liked. Loki certainly wasn't the first trophy she'd taken from the battlefield, but hopefully he'd last longer than the others. There was a certain fire in him, a spark of cunning and curiosity she hadn't seen before, that made her shift rather uncomfortably in her seat as heat pooled between her legs at the thought of having him there. Servicing her. With a wave of her hand she dismissed her advisor, not wanting to wait any longer. "Tomorrow,"
she said. If she wasn't otherwise occupied.

The way to her room felt like it took ages, even as she walked more briskly than normal it still seemed like a lifetime before she was standing in front of her door. She grinned, stopping just outside to straighten her tunic, her armor long having come off, before striding confidently in. Had she been less trained the sight of the man on her bed might've taken her breath away or made her swoon. As promised he'd been bathed and cleaned up, his hair falling in soft waves around his face as he stared coolly over at her, as though being naked and chained to someone else's bed was all part of his daily routine. If he survived the night it might be. The idea sent another bolt of arousal to Natasha's center and she did everything she could not to grin like a child who'd just gotten the candy bowl. He still wore his collar, her name etched into the side of it so all the world would know who he belonged to, and as she slowly undid her belt and slipped the tunic she wore over her head she watched as his cock began to grow half hard. His face twitched slightly, a little less than pleased at his body's reaction, but it just made Natasha smirk as she removed the shift just under her tunic, revealing her full breasts to him. She turned to step towards the wash basin, already filled with cool, clean water, and cleaned her face before removing her trousers, letting them pool around her feet, giving him a good view of her well-toned backside. If she'd thought he was somewhat conflicted before it was nothing to the look he was giving her, cock already standing tall, thick and flushed enough to make Nat's mouth water. Her eyes fell back to the collar as she stepped out of her pants, saw her name written around his neck, and this time allowed herself a grin. "Do you like what you see?"

"I suppose you'll do," Loki said with a shrug, trying to look aloof, though the flush spreading down his chest to his abdomen said otherwise. "If you really mean to give in to your baser needs, that is. I'd have thought you and your kingdom would be more advanced than simply resorting to taking prisoners and attempting to extract information through sex."

Natasha actually laughed, using the cloth provided to wipe off the rest of her body, nipples hardening as the cool cloth passed over them. Loki barely fought off a gasp for air. "You think I need information? Oh no, this is simply because I want to."

"Then you're even worse than I imagined."

"Loki," she smirked. "I'm better than you can ever dream of."

That shut him up, though judging by the way his brow twitched and the corners of his lips pulled up he was fighting off a retort and smirk. Good. She decided she liked it when he struggled with how to react.

Once she was clean and had left the rag beside the basin she walked around towards where Loki lay, watched as his body began to tremble with the struggle to stay still, to not try and get away like she was sure he wanted to. As she knelt on the bed beside him he managed to cease the way his body shook, and when her hand moved to stroke him, running her thumb over the tip of his cock, he even let out a quiet huff of air.

"Have you ever laid with a woman before, Loki?"

"Yes."

She smirked. Good, then this would be like nothing he'd ever experienced before. From what she knew about women and what was expected of them their roles would have to be reversed. She would be the submissive, he the dominant. Natasha didn't work that way. Leaning over to the side of the bed she pulled out a small vial of oil and started slicking it over his cock, her movements slow and steady, her eyes never leaving his. He barely had a chance to catch his breath before she stood up on her knees and sank herself down onto his cock, taking him all in with the quietest of moans. Loki, on the other hand, was not so quiet. His back arched slightly, tipping his hips up and into her as he let out a low groan and his eyes fluttered closed.

"I told you-ah-you aren't going to get anything from me-."

"You talk too much," Nat purred from atop him, her hips already gyrating in slow, wide circles so that he hit every inch of her in just the right way. She leaned over, one of her hands closing around his throat and squeezing. His eyes widened, nearly bulging, but inside her she felt his cock twitch with arousal. Her smile was all teeth and intrigue as her hand clenched a little tighter around him, rising and falling on her knees so that he sank into her again and again as she denied him oxygen. He was gasping against her hold this time, face flush but pupils blown wide as she could practically see the pleasure spiking behind his eyes.

"You like this?" She purred, leaning down to brush her lips against his. He tried pulling away but her grip on his throat was too tight to allow him much movement, and his opened mouth allowed her perfect access to his tongue and the rest of him. His hips bucked up to meet hers as she plundered his mouth, learning which places made him shiver, which made him groan, and as she tightened her hand even further, cutting off his airflow entirely, she discovered how he convulsed and seemed on the edge of orgasm as she denied him his most fundamental of needs.

She pulled away and released his throat at the same time, grinning with pleasure as he gasped and bucked beneath her, driving himself up and harder into her so that she had to put a hand to his chest to steady herself. Her rhythm slowed slightly, enjoying how he tried to fight back against it, tried to pick up speed to fulfill his own needs, but she grabbed him by the jaw and shook her head.

"No. I told you I'd have you; if you want to finish at all you'd better beg."

He snarled at that, fully prepared to shoot something sarcastic back at her, but her hand once more found his throat and squeezed, forcing him to measure his words carefully as she looked on, one eyebrow raised. He shivered and relented, sucking in what little air he could before she tried to take it away from him again. And again. She kept him on the edge of orgasm as long as she dared, even as she crested over and over again, even as he shuddered and sobbed beneath her with want. No, she wanted to see how much he could take, how much she could give him before he'd break. How much he'd push back when it came down to it.

"Just say please. Tell me you're mine and beg me for it and I'll give you the release you crave," she soothed, though her breasts currently occupied his mouth, his lips suckling tight as his tongue flicked over her nipple hard enough to make her hips jolt and her clit throb in want. Later, she promised herself. She pulled her breast from his mouth and stared down at him. "Well?"

"Never," he rasped, voice an octave lower than normal, just enough to make her stifle a groan as she rocked her hips atop him again and forced him to pay attention to her other breast. He might as well put his mouth to some good use.

It took him a few hours before he'd finally had enough, so close to the edge as she fucked him as hard as she could, slamming herself down onto him, her own walls convulsing around him as she rode out yet another orgasm. She felt his body tighten and tense, his hands clench, and without warning she pulled off of him, denying him the last bit of attention that would force him over the edge. He shouted with the agony of his disappointment: "Fine-yes, I'm yours! Please Natasha please let me come!" His cheeks were flushed and his head tipped back so he didn't have to look at her, but that wasn't enough. She grabbed his collar and yanked him forward, grinning, eyes wild, as she stared him down.

"What was that?"

"Please, I'll do anything, just please, please let me finish." There were tears in the corners of his eyes, more than ready to spill down his already salt-covered cheeks, and his voice was little more than a dull scraping.

"Who do you belong to?" She asked, positioning his cock just outside her entrance with her freehand, tilting her hips so that just the head sunk in.

"You!"

"I'm sorry?"

"I belong to you, Natasha-please!"

She grinned and sank onto him again, groaning herself at the familiar heat and weight of his cock, sure she knew every contour and technique to make him scream, and scream he did. By the time he was tense beneath her once more his eyes had closed and his breathing had gone shallow. She slapped him hard, once, forcing his eyes to open, and it was only then that she whispered: "Come for me, Loki. Do it now."

A cry of agony left his lips as his body bucked and trembled, shooting his seed into her and filling her up so that it leaked out between them. It was more than enough to send her off on her own orgasm, and though he tried to close his eyes and look away as he lost himself to the pleasure she gripped his chin and forced him to level his gaze, center it on her. She wouldn't be ignored, and no way would she ever allow him to forget just who owned him.

A/N: Well, I've never been one able to resist a good ol' war trophy!Loki fic, so I hope you enjoyed it as much as I loved writing it! Also, there was a comment from Eliane about missing some a more dominant Natasha, so I hope this satisfies that craving! =] Thanks so much for commenting and reviewing, they mean a ton to me!

Also-only three more to go!