#428 Risk, MCU, Pepper/Natasha "Tighter"
Title: Tighter
Author: Swan_Secrets
Prompt: #428 Risk
Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Pepper/Natasha
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Dangerous Breath Play
Natasha knew the safe-word, or rather the safe-action.
Pepper wasn't sure she'd use it, even if she needed to. Lately Natasha had wanted to push things further. A little further than Pepper was comfortable with.
Natasha was on her hands and knees, a spreader bar was bound to her ankles with leather straps. A strip of silk was around her throat, looped around. When Pepper pulled the ends the loop closed.
Kneeling behind Black Widow Pepper could see how wet she was. The pale skin of her buttocks was reddened, the leather paddle discarded on the mattress. She watched as Natasha started touching herself, fingers sliding through slick.
Pepper eased off, letting the silk loosen. Natasha's fingers slowed in their movements.
"Tight. Make it tight. Really tight 'til I come," Natasha whimpered.
Pepper knew the risks Natasha was asking her to take. They were obvious. But so was the extraordinary pleasure Natasha got from it. The way Natasha talked about it this was another side of the extreme nature of her life. As with everything else she pushed sex to its edges.
Pepper pulled the silk taught again. Then she kept pulling. Natasha's fingers picked up the pace again, rubbing her clit, hips rocking. The tighter it got the faster Natasha masturbated.
Tighter.
Tighter.
Tighter.
Neck pulled back. Spine arched.
Pepper held the ligature firm while Natasha came.
When finally able to breathe again Natasha gasped for harsh shallow breaths. After a few seconds she managed to speak.
"Thank you."
Author: Swan_Secrets
Prompt: #428 Risk
Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Pepper/Natasha
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 250
Notes: Dangerous Breath Play
Natasha knew the safe-word, or rather the safe-action.
Pepper wasn't sure she'd use it, even if she needed to. Lately Natasha had wanted to push things further. A little further than Pepper was comfortable with.
Natasha was on her hands and knees, a spreader bar was bound to her ankles with leather straps. A strip of silk was around her throat, looped around. When Pepper pulled the ends the loop closed.
Kneeling behind Black Widow Pepper could see how wet she was. The pale skin of her buttocks was reddened, the leather paddle discarded on the mattress. She watched as Natasha started touching herself, fingers sliding through slick.
Pepper eased off, letting the silk loosen. Natasha's fingers slowed in their movements.
"Tight. Make it tight. Really tight 'til I come," Natasha whimpered.
Pepper knew the risks Natasha was asking her to take. They were obvious. But so was the extraordinary pleasure Natasha got from it. The way Natasha talked about it this was another side of the extreme nature of her life. As with everything else she pushed sex to its edges.
Pepper pulled the silk taught again. Then she kept pulling. Natasha's fingers picked up the pace again, rubbing her clit, hips rocking. The tighter it got the faster Natasha masturbated.
Tighter.
Tighter.
Tighter.
Neck pulled back. Spine arched.
Pepper held the ligature firm while Natasha came.
When finally able to breathe again Natasha gasped for harsh shallow breaths. After a few seconds she managed to speak.
"Thank you."