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Wanda’s POV
We were all sitting in the common room silent until Bruce came back from checking Natasha over. “Mission Report,” Maria stormed in and stood tall crossing her arms. Fury rolled off the woman as she glared at Steve and Tony. Both looked down, “We were getting the people out of the Hydra Base while Nat went to get the information we needed. After everyone was out we asked Nat to check in but she started yelling in Russian and we didn’t understand.”
I frowned knowing that Natasha rarely speaks Russian unless with her or when she loses the ability. The soft string of Russian curses as I have her right on the edge of an orgasm.
“When we found her she was passed out on the floor,” Tony finished and Maria growls, “when is Banner coming back?” It is quite a sight to see Maria Hill in full on hard ass mode scared for Natasha’s safety. Natasha explained the whole Fury’s daughters situation the SHIELD agents always seem to put them in and it didn’t help that Natasha and Maria and someone named Carol Danvers all went to Fury’s for holidays. I’m guess Pietro would’ve been the same if something bad happened to me.
“It appears she has a memory block or something similar I can’t say for certain until she wakes,” Banner explained and Hill froze, “how far back?” I felt my own anxiety rise slightly since the last thing out of her mouth was Russian. “Her last words were Russian and I haven’t heard her speak Russian,” Clint confessed and I flinched. Shit.
“Do you think Maximoff can unblock it?” Maria asked Banner. The doctor turned to me and I tilted my head and Banner looked to the floor. “It might be possible,” Banner said and Maria turned to me and I nod, “I can.” We started discussing what to do when I felt the energy shift.
Natasha.
Steve noticed to and without thinking started to walk up to her, “Nat we need you to- NAT!” Soon the Russian had Steve on his knees with a gun pointed at his head, “Где я, американец (Where am I American)!” Everyone started to freak out, “Nat please let him go!” Bucky cried out. “Nat come on put the gun down please,” Clint pleaded. “Rushman!” Tony yelled. Banner was ready to turn green at any moment. “Let him up Nat!” Sam yelled. “Romanoff put the gun down,” Maria commanded but when the gun cocked I knew I had to step in hoping this works.
“Natalia put the gun down!” I stood and the red head’s eye shot to me. My accent coming out a lot thicker then normal. Everyone stopped their pleads. “You are not American,” Natasha’s thick Russian accent came through. Fuck I have never heard the accent the words sure but never the accent. “Give me the gun and let him go,” I commanded and the Russian looked at me then Steve then back at me kicking him forward uncocking the gun and handing it to me.
Everyone looked completely shocked. One that I would talk to Natasha that way and two her actually listening. Oh if only they knew what we get up to in our bedroom. “Why am I listening to the Sokovian? I gave away my gun. Have to be prepared.” Natasha’s thoughts are louder then normal but I ignore it, “good girl now come sit down.” I sat back down and pointed to the floor in front of me.
Everyone’s mouth was opened as the Russian moved over and sat on the floor with her back pressed against my legs. I played with her hair gently, “good girl.” The Russian kept her eyes glaring at the rest of the Team. Even with her memory wiped she still listens to me like the good girl she is. Her body probably knew to follow my orders without her knowing exactly why. Natasha hasn’t been my sub for long and it took a while for her to obey without fighting for control back but now her body knows that I’ll take care of her and take away all the weight off her shoulders.
“How the fuck-” Tony started but I glared at the man, “don’t and be grateful!” I growled at the man who flinched. “Okay can you go in and retrieve her memories now?” Steve asks. Natasha shoots up and bolts. I sighed and stood up, “thank you Steven love the wording.” Steve flinched and I started to walk up the stairs tracking her.
I started talking in Natasha’s head telling her directions and making her think that they are her own thoughts she’ll be in such a state of panic she will not notice. I opened our apartment door and walked in seeing Natasha trying to get out the window. “Natalia,” I spoke firmly and green eyes turned to me. “Good now I want you to strip and get on the bed,” I said and she frowned, “why do I follow your orders?”
I walked up to her and touched the ring on her middle finger, “because I own you Natalia you submitted to me gave yourself to me willingly. You didn’t want a collar so I gave you a ring.” She looked down at the sliver band with a blood red diamond and then I turned her hand showing the engraving on the back, ‘W.M’. “Wanda Maximoff. W.M. You were so happy when I gave it to you,” I explained, and she shivered. “Now get on the bed Natalia,” I told the Russian.
Natasha listened and got on the bed. I flipped her onto all fours pushing her face into the bed and her ass remaining in the air. “Now you attacked one of our teammates. You forced me to step in. You basically outed us. Then you ran from me. Lastly you questioned me. 5 mistakes Natalia I think 5 slaps for every mistake you’ve made today.” The Russian shivered beneath me and I slapped her covered ass, “understand Natalia?”
“Yes mommy,” Natasha quickly stiffened and I rubbed her ass, “good girl. See baby your body knows exactly what to do just give in and listen to it.” When the Russian relaxed I flicked my wrist and it melted the clothes off our bodies. Natasha yelps, “who did you do that!” I kissed her shoulder blade, “I’m a witch darling.” I lifted my body off her back and stared at her ass, “how many smacks are you getting Natalia?”
“25 Mommy,” Natasha answered and I rubbed her ass, “good girl don’t forget to thank me after each and every one.” I raised my hand and brought it down on Natasha’s ass. “One thank you Mommy,” Natasha spoke her accent getting thicker. Never have I thought Natasha could get sexier but having her natural Russian accent hit my ears saying what I’ve heard so many time I fucking lost it hitting her ass over and over.
“24 THANK YOU MOMMY!” Natasha cried out and I looked down at her bright red ass. With one last slap to her left cheek the Russian collapsed, “25 thank you mommy.” I rubbed her ass soothing the irritated skin. I could see the wetness pooling between Natasha’s thighs. Spankings really do get the Russian off. And the power gets me off. Having the famous Black Widow under me crying and panting is the hottest thing I have ever seen. Well second I think I have an idea what is about to put that in second place.
I focused all my magic and when I felt a heavy weight on my hips I looked down at the strap between my thighs. It was larger than I anticipation, but I guess I was thinking about destroying every defence the Russian beneath me had. I grabbed a hold of it and shivered as the feelings of my hand on it rushed through my body. I was saving this for our anniversary next month but I can’t wait any longer.
“Remember your safe word baby?” I asked and Natasha shook her head, “it’s Madam.” Natasha flinched but nod. I stroked her hair, “I know baby but it was the most affective one we’ve ever had. Because even when you are out of it you can still say it.” I ran my fingers threw her wet folds, “do you can handle it rough Natasha?” I asked and the red head looked over her shoulder frowning, “Natasha?” Shit. “Rough baby yes or no?” I slapped her ass and she whimpered, “yes mommy.”
I pulled back and pressed the head of my strap at her entrance looking up but when I just see the red locks I shook my head. No when I fuck her like this I want to see her eyes. I grabbed her waist and flipped her onto her back. Natasha yelped looking up at me. I grabbed both her legs and pushed then to beside her chest spreading her out for me. At times like this I am thankful she is a widow. So flexible. My magic wrapped around her thighs holding her there. I lent back staring at the sight before me this is the third best sight and I’m ready for the winning sight.
I grabbed the head pressing it against Natasha’s entrance, “look at me Natalia.” Green eyes stare into mine lust swirling in them. I pushed forward and the warmth wrapped around my strap, and I could feel the tight grip Natasha’s walls had on it. Fuck. I kept eye contact as I bottom out inside her. I felt every clench of her pussy. I felt the hot wetness. 10 inches inside the Russian hitting deeper than anyone has ever gone.
Natasha was gripping the mattress and I grabbed her arms and wrapped them around my neck, “you can touch me baby.” Green eyes stare into my own and I kissed her softly pouring in the love I feel. “Can I move baby?” I asked and Natasha nod, “yes Mommy.” I started my pace slow at first just listening to the soft moans pouring out of Natasha but I knew what I had to do. What I want to do.
I grabbed her hips pinning them to the bed and started to fuck the Russian harder. Her now broken English coming out of her mouth. That Russian accent that suited her so well. Her head flung back exposing her throat to my bites. I gripped harder feeling my power rushing threw me wanting a release. I thrust harder and harder. Natasha would have been flying off the bed if I hadn’t pinned her down to it. The red head was screaming her nails digging into my shoulders as I destroyed what was left of her walls with each hit to her g spot.
If these rooms weren’t sound prove we wouldn’t have even made it a week into our relationship. Natasha is silent in everywhere but the bedroom. When Russian words started hitting my ear I grinned and reached down softly rubbing her sensitive clit. “MOMMY!” Natasha screamed to the heavens and as her body was pressing upwards her eyes were closed and her juices squirted up at me.
Natasha never had an orgasm before me and first time it happened like that she was scared something was wrong. I made her squirt over and over again that night until she understood it is natural.
I kept up the brutal pace of fucking my girlfriend and Natasha’s wall squeezed around the strap even tighter. The waves of pleasure rolling off her body in waves only I can feel is it’s on kind of drug. I lent down and bit into Natasha’s neck right on the spot that makes her lose her mind. Natasha screamed again but this time as she squirted, I came along with her. Filling her up with the white liquid.
I looked up and when I see the haze in her eyes I frowned, “darling are you okay?” Hazed Green eyes stared up at me and my eyes widen. I’ve read about this but I didn’t think Natasha would even get to the point of sub space. “Darling?” When nothing registered I tried something I haven’t done in a long time, “Посмотри на меня, дорогая, могу ли я, пожалуйста, войти в твой разум и помочь тебе (Look at me darling can I please come into your mind and help you)?”
It’s horrible to take advantage while she is in this state but I think she’d feel safer in this state then any other. When Natasha nod my magic touched her temple and I slowly removed the block making sure I didn’t hurt my girlfriend. Once I was finished I pulled out of her mind and Natasha was asleep. I smiled kissing her head. With a flick of my wrist the strap disappeared and we were both clean along with the bed. I laid down and pulled Natasha into me and combed my fingers threw her hair.
When Natasha woke up a couple of hours later she groaned, “Wanda?” I smiled and kissed her softly, “it’s a long story baby but seems even when you don’t remember me you still listen like my good girl.” The Russian blushed and laid back down, “I’m still tired go to sleep Mommy.” Natasha teased the title and I smacked her ass, “you’ll regret that in the morning.” Natasha smiled against my chest, “I will not.” Her American accent is back in place so I know she is in complete control of her brain and she remembers.
“Why do you do that?” I asked and she frowned, “do what?” I moved us under the covers, “the American accent I like your natural one and you don’t need to hide from me Nat.” Natasha hid in my chest, “it just made everything less complicated if I sounded like an American.” I kissed her head, “well new rule. In this room you aren’t allowed to fake your accent.” Natasha eyes meet mine, “yes Mommy.” The Russian accent coming back out and I smiled, “good girl let’s sleep.”