It’s a responsibility Loki trusts her with implicitly. No one else has ever or will ever be allowed to have this much power over him. It almost scares him, how easily he trusts her but honestly, it comes naturally to him. He can’t imagine not letting her do this, not letting her see just how much he wants this. It is for her eyes only though.

The sudden smack to his ass causes him to gasp and moan. He nods fervently, still a little stunned at just how much he does like it. If he hadn’t already been hard, he is now. His hips grind against the bed as she smacks him again. His cheeks heat up and he presses his face into the cool sheets beneath him. He’s not exactly embarrassed, though the feeling he has is quite akin to that.

He can’t stop the whine that escapes his throat as he hears her move away. It’s slightly stifled as he’s still face down, but it’s still rather audible. She might only be gone for a few seconds, but it’s a few seconds too long.

Another muffled gasp escapes him as he feels her thumb press against his hole. He turns his head back to the side, panting for air. It has been a long time since he’s let someone do any of this and he has missed it more than he anticipated. Of course, it’s made all the better by the fact that it’s Natasha doing it for him. He can only sort of see what she's preparing, but he doesn’t really care. Whatever it is, he’s sure she’s right. He’s going to enjoy everything she does to him.