Now that they're tied together in a way that Natasha thought she'd never have, she's open to giving every ounce of control over to Clint. It's not like she wasn't open to it before, while they were merely dating. She loved him and had for such a long time, but there had always been the chance, the slim one that some one might slide in and rip them apart somehow. With this ring on her finger, she knew that was no longer a possibility. There was no turning back. Natasha didn't believe in breaking a marriage.

This was it, and she was loving every minute of how he worked to please her -- to stretch his comfort zone to enjoy her slightly twisted sides. No one else in the world would ever be able to strip her of control like this, tying her up so that she was at their whim. Natasha gave her soul over to clint in this moment, even if he didn't realize how significant it was. After the abuse she'd suffered, this was the ultimate for her, and she loved it, loved the way he touched her. His name was a whispered prayer on her lips.

Her body quivered in anticipation, waiting to see what he had prepared. When his finger touches her, she inhales deeply and blows out a shiver of air. "Fuck, Clint." She's never worn anything in her ass, but for him she'll do it. It might even feel good.