Watching the man she loves, the one who is already tied up so tightly to her identity that she wouldn't know what to do if she lost him, Natasha can feel the delight that simmers so close to the surface of his body. It's written all over his countenance and in the minuscule ways he moves when she tells him what to do. How can she not be utterly turned on by everything she sees before her?
Stroking her hands over his flesh, Natasha purrs out her approval when Loki flips over. "Then we will see what I end up torturing you with this morning." Her fingers pause at the dip behind his knees. She runs smooth digits against the sensitive skin there, bowing so that she can lick along the aperture with a smile. Loki will feel nothing until her tongue meets the small of his back. She traces his spine, every curve, and knot with her tongue, coating it with layers of saliva. Natasha isn't quiet about her enjoyment either; she's sloppy and loud with moans and soft whimpers.
Girding herself, she stops before touching the back of his neck. There, she sits up and goes to his ankles. She has simple bindings that hook to the bed and wrap around them. Delicate kisses are placed on each ankle bone before it's shackled. "There, comfortable; pull on it and make sure there's no real pain." She wants him to be able to tug at them without real pain, only enough so that he knows he's bound. When he is settled exactly right, Nat moves to his hands and begins the work of a beautiful bit of ribbon work. It's simple in comparison to what she could do, but it suits her need and makes him feel the tightness of being bound, safe.
"Fuck you are so beautiful like this. I want to do everything to you."
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Date: 2024-10-12 12:57 pm (UTC)Stroking her hands over his flesh, Natasha purrs out her approval when Loki flips over. "Then we will see what I end up torturing you with this morning." Her fingers pause at the dip behind his knees. She runs smooth digits against the sensitive skin there, bowing so that she can lick along the aperture with a smile. Loki will feel nothing until her tongue meets the small of his back. She traces his spine, every curve, and knot with her tongue, coating it with layers of saliva. Natasha isn't quiet about her enjoyment either; she's sloppy and loud with moans and soft whimpers.
Girding herself, she stops before touching the back of his neck. There, she sits up and goes to his ankles. She has simple bindings that hook to the bed and wrap around them. Delicate kisses are placed on each ankle bone before it's shackled. "There, comfortable; pull on it and make sure there's no real pain." She wants him to be able to tug at them without real pain, only enough so that he knows he's bound. When he is settled exactly right, Nat moves to his hands and begins the work of a beautiful bit of ribbon work. It's simple in comparison to what she could do, but it suits her need and makes him feel the tightness of being bound, safe.
"Fuck you are so beautiful like this. I want to do everything to you."