"Spent"

Chapter Ten

By darthelwig

"You were flirting."

"I was not."

"You were."

A moment of silence as she glanced at him in the mirror. "Maybe," she admitted.

"You know how I feel about that," he said roughly, eyes narrowed as he looked at her.

"Yes." She reached up to let her hair down, and sighed as it fell around her shoulders. Vision tore his eyes away from the sight with difficulty.

"You flirted with many men this evening." He didn't even try to disguise the irritation in his voice. He never thought he'd be capable of feeling this way, but this infuriating woman inspired emotions in him that he didn't even have words for.

"I did." Her smug smile told him she knew exactly what she had done to him, and that she'd done it on purpose. He looked at her in the mirror, evaluating, then made up his mind.

Vision moved up behind Wanda, ran his fingers lightly through her hair before grabbing a handful and pulling her head back. She gasped, but didn't resist. Instead, one hand came up to slide behind his neck, urging him closer.

"Must I always remind you who you belong to?" he asked, a growl in his normally smooth voice.

"We're a secret, so sometimes I forget," she said breathlessly.

"Hmm. Then perhaps I should announce it to everyone. This woman is mine." He lowered his head until his breath was caressing her ear, causing her to shiver. Her breathing had sped up, and he could see goosebumps on her skin.

"Maybe you should," she said, her eyes closing, lips parted. He tilted her head further to the side and brought his mouth to her neck, biting and sucking the soft skin, making sure he would leave marks for the next day. Whether they openly declared themselves or not, he would lay claim to her for anyone to see.

Wanda's response was immediate and intense. She whimpered and rocked her hips back against him, her free hand clutching at him for balance. Vision released her hair and looked at her flushed face in the mirror, enjoying the dazed look in her eyes. He slid the zipper down on her dress and let it pool around her ankles, sucking in a breath as he realized she wore no underwear beneath. His fingers slid over the soft curves of her sides and hips, reacquainting himself with her skin.

"You have been very, very naughty tonight."

"Yes," was all she said, her voice shaky. Vision put his hand on her upper back and gently bent her over the vanity. He could practically smell her arousal by this point. He took a moment to admire the sight of her in the mirror, full breasts pressed against the wooden surface, eyes darkened with lust, her hair pooled around her.

He ran his hands over her back, down to the soft cushion of her ass, caressing and squeezing her there. She was pressing herself back into his touch, unable to stay still, and so she gasped loudly, jerking forward, the first time his hand landed on her with a loud slap. He followed it up with a few more slow, measured blows, and she moaned and writhed beneath him. He paused to run his hand over her now sensitive bottom, soothing her, then began to deliver a series of quick, stinging swats. She cried out, eyes tightly shut.

Vision stopped again, running his hands over her back and into her hair. She was trembling, knees weak, but when he dipped a finger into her, he found her slick and needy. He brushed his fingers feather light over her folds, refusing her the pleasure she wanted, and she whimpered.

He landed a couple of sharp strikes to her bottom, and she bit her lip, trying to hold back. Vision began to alternate between sliding his fingers into her dripping pussy and smacking her tender ass. Wanda began to buck and moan, head dropped to the vanity, and he knew it was time.

"Look at me, Wanda," he said, phasing his clothes away and positioning himself. "Look at me." She raised her head and met his eyes in the mirror, and with her lust-filled stare and tangled hair, he had never seen a more beautiful sight.

He slid his cock into her, going slowly, watching the way her lips parted and her eyes fluttered closed as he did so.

"Open your eyes, Wanda," he said, and she obeyed, need and pleasure on her face. He gave a short, hard thrust, driving her forward, and she grunted, but she kept her eyes on his. He began to fuck her hard, shallow strokes that pushed him deep inside of her. Her body trembled under his onslaught, but he dug his fingers into her hips and held her steady.

She came violently, nearly screaming with the force of it, her body tensing and jerking before her knees gave out. Vision followed her closely into ecstasy as her pussy clenched around him almost painfully tight, and it was only his synthesis strength and reflexes that kept them both upright.

He bent over her back, placing soft kisses on her shoulder now, and she shuddered.

"This is why I do it," she whispered hoarsely, trying to catch her breath. "You fuck me so good when you're jealous." He smiled at her in the mirror.

"Minx." He straightened up and caressed her sore bottom. "Let me take care of you now. You will be very sore tomorrow."

"Worth it," she grinned, and turned to kiss him.