"Spent"
Chapter Twenty-Nine
By darthelwig
*** I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***
Wanda knelt naked on the carpet, knees spread, leaving her slick folds parted. Vision stood before her, still fully clothed and taking in the sight of her. She looked up at him with worshipful eyes, awaiting whatever it was he chose to give her. Such a good girl. So breathtakingly beautiful.
"And what would you do for me, Wanda?" he asked.
"Anything," she said quickly.
"Anything? That covers quite a lot." His lips quirked up into a tiny smile. "I am not sure I believe you."
"Anything, Vision. I swear it. Whatever you desire." She sounded anxious, eager to please, desperate for him to believe in her devotion. And he did, utterly and without a doubt, but the game must be played.
"Would you take my cock down your throat? As far, as hard as I can shove it in," he said.
"Yes," she said. He watched her nipples harden at the thought, saw her breath hitch.
"Hmm. Too easy. Would you let me fuck you, in full view of everyone? All of our teammates, watching you lose control."
"Yes," she said, her eyes wide. Vision stroked his fingers through her hair, making her whine.
"Would you strip naked in front of the base personnel? Let them touch you while I take your pretty pussy?"
"Yes," she said quietly, as if embarrassed by her response, but she still looked at him trustingly, knowing he would take care of her no matter what.
"And would you allow me to fuck your little bottom? To take your final piece of virginity?" Not something they had discussed before. He could see the surprise in her eyes, but she didn't hesitate for more than a second. She put herself in his hands.
"If you wish," she said, her voice soft but sure. Vision trailed his fingertips over her cheek, traced the curves of her lips, imagining them wrapped around his cock. Her eyes begged him for more, for his touch, but he stepped back instead.
"Touch your breasts for me, Wanda. Let me see."
Her hands came up to caress the undersides of her breasts, then pressed and lifted them, presented them to him. She dropped them only to move her attention to her nipples, plucking and stroking them, her eyes on him the whole time. Vision watched her, his lust growing with every second.
"Touch your cunt, Wanda, but do not come," he ordered, his voice husky.
She slid her hands down her torso and between her legs. She was careful to let him see that she used one finger to stroke her wet slit as her other hand pulled her lips further apart. She circled her slicked fingertip around her clit and her entire body shuddered. Her breaths were coming faster now, and she was making soft little high-pitched noises with every exhalation.
Vision was achingly, painfully hard. He phased from his clothing and stood before her, resting his cock on her lips. She was a good girl, she waited for his direction, her upturned face so patient and submissive. She kept her hands between her legs as she'd been instructed even as he cupped her face in his palms.
"Open," he demanded, and she did, eagerly. He pushed his length into her mouth and down her throat in one hard thrust, forcing her to take him to the hilt. She gagged around him, struggled to breathe, but didn't try to pull away. She moaned as he pulled out, allowing her a breath before burying himself inside her hot mouth again.
She was so good. Always so good for him.
He started a slow, hard rhythm, holding her head in place as he steadily fucked her face as if it was her pussy. He could feel her trembling, could hear her fingers thrusting into her sloppily wet cunt. She was going to come.
He pulled out of her mouth, and she let out a tiny sound of disappointment.
"You are not allowed to come yet," he told her harshly, and she shivered. "Do you understand?" She nodded, but that was not enough. He wanted to heart from her.
"Say it," he said firmly.
"I understand," she said, her voice hoarse and broken from his cock. The sound inflamed his lust, and he grabbed her head and thrust into her once again, giving no quarter as he pounded her face.
"Mine to fuck," he growled. "Mine to do with as I please." She made a garbled noise that could've been agreement, but he didn't slow. He could feel his orgasm starting, and he pulled back one last time before shoving himself in as far as he could go, grinding against her face as he came.
Her face was shiny with spit when he pulled out, pride on her face at having pleasured him in such a way. He caressed her cheek.
"You may come now," he said, and within seconds she was writhing against her hand, her eyes open and fixed on his as ecstasy overtook her. He smiled down at her, pleased beyond measure at her performance, her control.
She blinked as she came down from her peak, chest heaving as she panted from her exertions.
"Stand," he told her, and she raised herself on shaky legs. He caught her as they gave out and settled her tenderly on the bed. "Wait here," he said gently.
When he returned, she was laying exactly as he'd left her. He set a glass of water on the bedside table and carefully cleaned her face with the damp washcloth he'd retrieved while she silently watched him. Afterwards, he helped her sit up and held the glass to her lips. She didn't move to take the glass, but allowed him to hold it while she sipped, soothing her throat with the cool liquid. Her eyes never left him.
"I would do anything for you," she said when he put the glass back on the table. Her voice was almost gone, but she seemed unbothered by it, as she always was. This seriousness, though, this quiet watchfulness, this was different.
"I know," he said.
"No. You don't understand. I would do anything for you, not just allow you liberties with my body. I would kill for you, die for you. After Pietro..." She paused. "After Pietro, I lived for you."
Vision stared at her, unsure what to say to her confession, stunned by the magnitude of her devotion.
"I love you, Vision. I wanted you to know these things." She seemed nervous now, fidgeting, her fingers unable to stop twisting around each other until he laid his hand over hers.
"I never imagined you could feel such things for me, Wanda. I never imagined I was capable of returning those feelings. But I have been yours from the start, from the first moment I saw you as I emerged from the cradle. There has never been, and never will be, another for me." He kissed her softly, careful of her lips now swollen from their sex.
"Hold me?" she asked.
"Always. Forever," he said, and she smiled at his vow as he gathered her in his arms.