Spanking, AU feat. MORE Wartrophy!Loki, Dom!Nat, and yummy collars

And to think, Loki had been doing so well so far. He'd been with Natasha for a month up to that point, had even been responsive enough to her training. Well, mostly. At least he'd stopped rebelling, up until this point. Now, with the delegates from the country he'd been spying for coming he seemed eager to flout her every request, as though preparing her for his actions when they finally got there, and Natasha simply couldn't have that.

That night, after he'd been ordered to her room (and wisely, she might add, he hadn't ignored that request. Perhaps he'd grown to enjoy it as much as she had, wouldn't that be most amusing?) and upon entering she'd demanded he strip her down. His form was already bare, as was expected in their relationship (could she even call it that?) and with a slow grin he'd strode towards her to undo the belts keeping her tunic and trousers in place, kissing his way down her thighs as he slid the black leather material down her legs, bringing his lips close to her core, flicking his tongue out to draw it along her already wet slit. She couldn't help it: the sight of him on his knees was a damn aphrodisiac. She pushed his head away this time, though, growling for him to finish as she stepped out of her pants, and once she was as naked as he she reached for the collar still around his neck. She'd refused to take it off, finding far too much use for it, especially then when she attached him to the headboard of her bed, face down with his arms pillowing his head.

"What are you-?"

THWAK!

His cry of surprise was enough to make him look back at her, face taken aback and lips halfway forming a sentence of disbelief when her hand came down on his backside again. She wasn't hitting him near as hard as she could-oh no, that would be saved for later, when he was at his breaking point and needed to truly be punished-but it was enough to redden and heat the skin beneath her palm and bring a grin to her lips.

"You haven't been following my orders," she murmured, positioning herself beneath him, feeling his cock already hard and flushed against her thigh, pressing into the soft skin and tissue there. Oh, he liked this, did he? She grinned and brought her hand down once more, catching the lower half of his buttock and making him shout once more in surprise. "And as penance you're going to count each of these for me from now on. I'm going to make it to twenty and then, if you're behaving, we'll see about stopping. If you're good enough I'll even give you a reward." She let her lips curl upwards at the word, feeling the shiver run through his body at the promise. If there was one thing she loved about him most it was how receptive he was. Responsive. It was nearly perfect.

"Do you understand me?" This time her fingers threaded through his long black hair, pulling his head back so that the collar bit into his throat and he gasped out an affirmative. "Good boy," she cooed, and after releasing him she spanked him once more. It continued on for some time, Loki gasping out the count in between, his voice breaking once she reached twelve, his cock leaking as it rubbed against her thigh. To switch things up she brought her hand more than once down to his cock, cupping it and grinning when he bucked his hips to gain more friction, before she brought her hand down again. And again. She wanted his ass to ache when the delegates came the next day, wanted him to remember it each time he knelt at her feet or went to sit on the ground beside her. Wanted his cock to grow hard at the friction and heat and reminder of what she'd done to him, and more than anything else she wanted him to remember how good of a slut he'd been for her, how responsive and perfect he felt twitching beneath her. When she finished she licked a stripe up his shoulder, tasting his sweat and feeling him shudder once more.

"You did so well, Loki," she purred, bringing her lips up to bite his ear and suck on the lobe. He moaned, wanton beneath her, as she slowly twisted him around. The collar adjusted, slipping around so that he had to scoot back more than once to get a better look at her. She very much liked what she saw: his cheeks were as red as his backside, pupils blown in arousal as his mouth stayed parted, panting as though he'd ran for days. She kissed him fiercely, pressing her tongue into his mouth as she claimed what was hers, sliding down atop him. Maybe one day she'd let him mount her, but she very much doubted it. Not until he really learned who was in control. Not until he was hers.

She wasted little time in getting herself off, pounding down onto his rock-hard cock until she was screaming, his hands palming her breasts and tweaking her nipples at her command as she rocked her hips and rose up and down off of him, all lust and passion and pure, raw need. His moans only set her off further so when she came he followed suit. His seed was hot inside her, fulfilling and perfect. If she'd wanted to reward him maybe she'd suck the rest of his come from his still hard cock, but no. Her eyes darkened as they fixed on his face, a slow grin spreading on her lips.

"Did I give you permission to come?"

His gulp was audible as he shook his head. "No, mistress."

She pulled herself off of him with a slick noise and moved to kneel beside him, her hand already itching in anticiption. "Turn back over. It seems you need another lesson."

A/N: Hurray more wartrophy!Loki! I seriously just want a movie of him in chains and a collar being led around and fucked. Just saying.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed it! To answer Eliane's question: Yes, there are a couple things I'm not too big on or confident writing. The prompt that was medical play? Not my thing. I kinda did a cop out to be honest with the way I wrote it-granted I still loved it because sex pollen is one of my favorite kinks ever, but still. Uhh, as far as difficulty writing anything else . . . I have yet to write actual M/M porn. I can write everything that happens around it, but penetration? I've yet to get that far in writing. Love it to death but I can't write it worth a crap. As for me being able to write a bunch of this smut/prompts/etc. I'm really glad I at least seem like I know what I'm doing! hahaha half of the time I feel like I'm drawing what I can from experience, and everything else I'm praying to God sounds plausible because it's imagined. Especially when it comes to threesomes and stuff. Sorry you're getting a novel of an answer, but I really, really appreciate your comments dearie, and I'm so glad I could make your day with some Dom!Nat. Hope you liked her in this one as well =]

As ever, thanks everyone for reading! Love you all to death!