Possessiveness is not something that Natasha knows how to change or help with when it comes to the man lying out on the bed right now. It's already deeply embedded in her psyche and the very core of her being. She is deeply attached, and if she could become one with him in any permanent way, she would-- their marks will most certainly help with this, she's beginning to realize. It won't ever lessen the look in her eyes, however when she gazes at him in his naked glory. He is her god, her blasphemous savior in this galaxy and every other. He's the one who taught her love, and what it is to know what it is to be completely known and know another.

Running her hands along his body in various ways, Natasha smirks. "Yes, my love, for now. We will do this many times and in many ways. If you like being taken over and tied up, then I will find ways to possess you so that you only remember my name, and that I am your Queen." Sucking deeply on the nipple she'd taken, Natasha sat back, and then when she returned, she ran her fingers over a long strand of purple ribbon. "I need you either on your knees or your stomach, with your arms behind you for this part. It will take me a few minutes to get it proper, but when I have it right, I will tie your legs to the base of the bed. I have small hooks down there."

Nat could have stretched him out spread eagle before her, but she wanted to give him a small modicum of being bound but still comforted by the knowledge he was tied inward. It could be very comforting against the anxiety of being taken over while having no control. Natasha might not have done things like this often, because having the right partner was important, but she had studied the art of bondage deeply. "You are so beautiful. This is going to make it hard to resist fucking you right off the bat."