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Ah, revenge.
With almost anyone else, Steve would have taken what he could get and left it at that. Clearly, Natasha had wanted it to look like she was only responding to the challenge he’d made to her, but the way she slept in his arms that night said otherwise. Besides, he would only be enacting some kind of revenge, right? Where was the harm in that? Once he’d convinced himself that yes, he was going through with this, all he had to do was plan it—and therein was the most challenging part. Surprising Natasha was like trying to sound more intelligent than Bruce or Tony. It was like trying to lift more than Thor could. It was definitely like trying to be more observant than Clint.
And therefore, Steve knew he had to be really smart about this. He was attempting to manipulate and deceive someone he was pretty sure couldn’t be lied to, but backing down without a fight just wasn’t his style.
It all began with an offer to spar. She made the offer, which worked out perfectly because she thought the whole thing would be her idea. Steve agreed and spent the few hours between breakfast that morning and the time they were supposed to meet perfecting his little plan. It would be tough, given that she had to be restrained by all four limbs instead of just two, but he could manage. He had to. This was his pride at stake.
In the gym, they began right away and Natasha decided to take the defense, meaning that it was up to Steve to be the aggressor. Coming at her from behind, he grabbed her around the shoulders and it all began. In a flurry of movements, Natasha had him on his back as usual, but he didn’t stay there. No, Steve kicked her feet out from under her while she was trying to hold him down, rolling over to pin her. And maybe Nat had the jump on him in speed and agility and guile, but Steve had strength. With his body pressing hers down and his hands on her wrists, Steve found himself triumphant at last.
“You look good like this,” he said cheerfully, giving her a smug grin. “But I think we need something a little more comfortable, don’t you?” Moving away, he banked on her suspicion to pick her up and toss her right over his shoulder. The thing was that if she really wanted to get away, she would have. As it was, all Natasha did was call him a bad name in Russian and smack his ass hard enough to make him jump. And Steve, because he was feeling more than a little smug, smacked her ass right back. When they arrived in his room, he kicked the door closed behind them and tossed Natasha carefully onto the bed.
“You got a plan here, soldier? Or was the caveman part all you could think of?”
Oh, he had a plan. He had a damn good plan, too. He was going to make Natasha beg, and when she did beg, he was going to give her the best orgasm of her life, even if it killed him in the process. His pride took a hit, okay? Revenge was necessary. They'd pretty much been dancing around one another after that morning, where Steve had followed Natasha into the shower to continue their activities from the night before.
He knew he had to move fast. In a flash, he had her arms spread apart and her wrists tied carefully to his headboard, but that wasn’t enough—a point Natasha made very clear when she gracefully bent her legs and shoved hard at his shoulders. He grabbed her ankles, tying them down as well before looking over his work. Fantastic. “How’s it feel to be at my mercy?” he teased, giving her a look.
Natasha only smirked up at him, clearly a challenge he’d have to live up to. Sitting beside her, he laid a hand on her stomach and tugged her shirt up a little bit, exposing a strip of smooth skin. “I’ve got one question for you, Rogers,” she said after a moment. “I made you relax. Took the control away for a while.” She watched him carefully. “What are you going to make me do?”
Ah, that was a good question. Steve had thought about this quite a bit, so he knew very well what he was going to make her do. Leaning down, he kissed her right on the lips and grinned at her suspicious expression, both hands moving to rip the her tank top right down the middle. “I’m going to make you beg,” he said simply, tugging at the fabric until it tore apart and fell to the sides.
She laughed, and it was exactly the kind of reaction he’d anticipated—perhaps even the reaction he’d hoped for. “Something funny?” As he carefully considered the straps on her bra, Steve glanced right back up to her and raised his eyebrows as he waited for his answer.
“Just the idea that you think you could make me beg,” she answered. Steve chuckled and nodded, snapping both straps and unhooking the clasp at the back so he could toss the offending garment away. “It’s hilarious. What do I get if you can’t?”
Steve leaned down and brushed their lips together again, surprisingly cam about the whole thing. “You get bragging rights, of course,” he answered, waiting for her to open her mouth for a no doubt sarcastic comment so he could slot their mouths together. Kissing her deeply, he slid his hand up from her bare waist to her naked breast, cupping her and brushing his thumb over her nipple. She moaned and Steve counted that as a win.
For a while, he concentrated on just kissing her, pressing his tongue into her mouth and savoring the way she arched against him. Even more than that, he loved the way she pulled against her restraints, curling her hands around the ropes he’d used and tugging like she might be able to break them. She couldn’t, of course. As he swallowed another moan, he cupped the full weight of her breast in his hand and brought his fingers together, lightly pinching an already pert nipple between them.
Natasha’s back arched and their lips parted as she gasped, telling him so much more than he needed to know. Grinning to himself, he ducked down and brushed his lips over her jaw, molding them lightly over the soft skin at the hinge. As she tilted her head back, he continued down to her neck, letting his tongue follow the line of muscle down to the center of her collarbones. Again, he heard her pulling against the restraints and had to hide his smile, preferring instead to sink his teeth into the juncture between her neck and shoulder. He relished in the way she gasped, patiently laving his tongue over the mark he left behind.
“Get on with it, Rogers,” she warned, but Steve ignored her completely and went about his business, slipping further down to tease the soft skin on her breasts. Her position made it almost impossible for him to not want to draw her and Steve tried to appreciate that while he teased her, his cock having already begun to twitch just because of the way she was kissing him back and the sounds she was making.
Smiling against the side of her breast, where he’d begun mouthing at the skin and applying light pressure with his tongue as he moved. He was very slow about it, lavishing her breast in attention while his other hand cupped and squeezed the other. Eventually, when he felt that her moans had been taken up another notch, he inched closer to her nipple, eventually parting his lips to just let his breath ghost over the hardened nub.
“Steve.” It sounded like a swear and the soldier took quite a lot of pride in that. She was going to beg, okay? He just had to be patient. Trying not to smirk too much, he finally leaned forward and closed his lips around her nipple, circling it with his tongue and rolling the other between his fingers. Natasha’s back arched so fast and so far that Steve was nearly thrown off, but he went ahead and added a little suction when he recovered, suckling at her while he pinched the other nipple between his fingers and rolled them a bit.
It was about that time that Steve noticed how Natasha was trying to press her thighs together, wriggling desperately as she attempted to get a little friction going between her legs. He glanced down for just a moment before carefully straddling one of her legs, making it impossible for her to get the friction she wanted unless she was rutting against his thigh. But she did. She did try to rut against his thigh, eager and clearly attempting to get herself off before Steve wanted her to come.
“Ah, ah,” he chided, moving his thigh away from her and lifting his mouth off her breast for a moment. “Not yet.” Natasha’s glare was venomous, but he just grinned back, leaning down again and swiping his tongue over her reddened nipple to make her groan, her head falling back to the pillows.
“You son of a bi—“ Steve barely parted his lips and blew a stream of cool air over her skin, watching as her flesh pebbled with goose bumps and her nipple only hardened further. Natasha shivered visibly, even more so when he moved from that breast to the other, giving it very much the same slow torture he had the first.
By the time he was through, Natasha’s cheeks were flushed as he’d never seen them before, her whole body covered with a sheen of sweat that definitely hadn’t come from their activities in the gym. “Still convinced I can’t make you beg?” he asked, murmuring against her belly now that he’d moved on. “Because I’m feeling really confident here.” Natasha groaned a little and shook her head.
“Not on your life,” she panted, but despite her bravado, Steve could tell she was breaking. Good. He still had a chance. Kissing his way down her belly, Steve purposely kept from touching her very much at all until he was again letting warm breath do the job for him- this time between her legs. Luckily, she was only wearing leggings and he ripped them as he had her tank top, tossing them aside, but leaving her panties on.
And God, she was so wet. He could see how wet she was without even touching her, and that was enough to make his cock throb in interest, still unfortunately straining against the front of his sweatpants. To make up for it, he pulled his shirt off and tossed that aside before settling himself on his belly between her legs. His hands moved to her thighs, pushing them further apart so he could press his mouth against her. “All for me, huh?” he murmured against her, further wetting the fabric of her panties with his tongue. “I’m flattered.”
Her thighs tightened around his head and Steve chuckled, using his hands to spread them apart again. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said smugly, winking up at her. Slipping a hand up, he pressed against her swollen lips and rubbed, savoring how warm and wet and responsive she was to his touch. Her thighs were trembling already, and it was an amazing sight, really. It was the kind of thing Steve wanted to remember.
Eventually, he snapped both sides of her panties with ease, tossing them aside and taking a moment to just look up at her, flushed and glistening with sweat. Gorgeous. The minute his tongue pressed into her folds, finding its way to her clit and pressing down even harder, Steve heard the headboard creak in protest. He didn’t stop. In fact, Steve was so thorough that he nearly lost himself in what he was doing, lapping at each and every inch of her cunt like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. Before he knew it, while he was sucking mercilessly on her clit, Natasha was pressing her hips up against his mouth, lips parted in breathless, keening whines and moans as she sought out the pleasure he’d been denying her from the start.
---And although he knew he’d probably pay for a move like this, Steve pulled away. For a moment, he was sure Natasha was going to kill him. She looked up with fire in her eyes and Steve smiled, leaning down to peck her right on the lips. “Not yet,” he said firmly. He had considered getting her off two, three, four times… but he’d ultimately decided that one really good one was worth a few smaller ones. Delayed gratification and all that.
“You’re going to pay for this,” she warned, her eyes half lidded and lips reddened from biting them. “In spades.” Steve knew that. Oh, he knew he was a dead man the minute he released her, but he hardly cared. Knowing Natasha, his punishment would be something that would wind up being good for him, like a good spanking or something. Maybe she’d spread his legs and have her way with him. Whatever she had in mind, he was sure he’d enjoy it.
Moving to sit beside her, he slipped his hand down and between her legs again, easily slipping his middle and ring fingers into her. As he started to move them, he made sure his palm was rubbing right up against her swollen clit, curling his fingers up to brush against that certain spot inside her. Natasha’s eyes flew open and she moaned, shifting on the bed to give him freedom to thrust his fingers into her over and over and over again, rough and impossibly good all at the same time. Her toes curled. She was right there and he could see it, her thighs tensing, her arms pulling against the ropes, her hips rutting down against his hand… and he pulled away again, wordlessly bringing his hand up to his mouth and sucking on the same two fingers that had been inside her while she swore at him in Russian.
“Not until you beg,” he said, pulling them back out with a soft pop. “Ask nicely, and I’ll let you come.” That was Steve’s party line. Natasha had to beg, just like he’d been made to relax.
Pressing her lips together, Natasha somehow managed to look like she was in control, even spread eagle and tied up. “I don’t beg,” she answered, and Steve leaned down, meeting her lips in a deep, open-mouthed kiss that she still responded to- a sign this was okay.
“You will,” he said confidently. “You will.” Pulling off his sweatpants and hissing as the band caught on his dick, Steve moved to position himself between her legs, his thighs under hers. With her ankles tied, it was a strange angle—but it was an angle that afforded Steve the ability to watch as he pressed into her, spreading her open around the fat head of his cock. He got to circle her waist with his big hands, making sure her whole upper body was off the bed once she tightened her arms and pulled herself up.
It meant he got to watch her breasts bouncing as he started to move, fucking into her with all the speed and strength he wanted to use--save what would hurt her, of course. Natasha wasn't shy about how much she was enjoying it either. She cried out and moaned, arched her back and tried to move her hips against him, to get more than he was already giving her. He could see the strain he was putting on her body, the way sweat was dripping down between her breasts, the way her eyes were wild with the desire to finally get some kind of release, the way her knuckles were gripping the ropes so tight they were completely devoid of color. He felt.. powerful, but he was also so taken with how beautiful she looked that he couldn't quite remember what his goal was.
Make Natasha beg. Right. Snapping out of it, he moved his hands up and squeezed her breasts again, brushing his thumbs over both over-sensitive nipples as he continued to move his hips, teasing them to the point where Natasha's moans turned into desperate sobs. "Beg," he insisted, though God only knows why he kept pushing for it. She looked so wanton already, but he needed to hear it. He was close, his cock already pulsing inside her now that he'd waited so long to see to it, and she had to come first.
Natasha shook her head, but all Steve did was move one hand down, resting it flat on her lower belly while his thumb circled her clit, always avoiding the one spot that would bring her over the edge. "Steve," she got out in a choked breath, her voice breaking. "Steve." He needed her to beg now. Right now. Because he was going to explode from seeing her like this, from hearing his name on her lips, from the tight, wet heat around him.
“Beg,” he demanded anyway, brow furrowing as he held back as much as possible, pressing his thumb down against her clit to make her cry out. “Come on, Nat. Do it.”
She was resisting, he could tell, but Steve had a good feeling about this. It couldn't be so fucking amazing without some kind of payout, right? Right. Sure enough, Natasha grabbed a firm hold of her ropes and arched her back for a moment as Steve began rubbing in just the right spot, ever so slightly too gently. “Fuck...,” she got out. “Пожалуйста. Стив, пожалуйста. Пожалуйста, дайте мне прийти. Давай, детка, пожалуйста.”
Now, Steve didn't know much Russian- but he did know that. Please. She'd begged. He won. Rutting into her as hard as he dared to, Steve pressed right up against where she needed him to, rubbing that thumb over her clit and the other over her nipple. Natasha came with a scream, surprising him nearly as much as it surprised her, and gushed over his dick and his hand alike, her whole body shaking as she tried to pull away from him. “Too much,” she stammered, shivering and pulling at her bonds again.
This time, Steve did pull out of her, tugging at the knots around her wrists to release her and get her more comfortable while he took care of himself. He came on her stomach, grunting out Natasha's name as he released. With a smug, satisfied grin, he released Natasha's ankles as well, chuckling a little bit out of pleasure and triumph as he leaned over to kiss her firmly on the lips. Before he took care of her for the night, he stood up and found a cloth to wash her belly, turning up the heat a little bit on his way back to bed so she would be comfortable when she cooled off.
Natasha was quiet as he got into bed with her, tucking her into his arms and against his chest, her hands resting on his abs and thoughtfully tracing the hard lines of muscle. “Okay,” she said after a few very long moments of heavy breathing between the two of them. “Point taken.” Steve smirked into her hair, but her next words made it falter a little bit, his eyes popping back open.
“My turn.”