𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙛𝙛'𝙨 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙮, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤

No sign of Natasha for the next half hour and I'm starting to feel sleepy, it must have just been empty words. I lie on the bed with my phone going through instagram, I see a photo that Kate posted of Lena, she is laying on my couch belly up, she is so adorable.

I was replying to her post when a message from Miss Romanoff flashes on my phone.

Miss Romanoff

I'm on my way, unlock the door and wait for me against the desk.

I swallow hard and get up to unlock the door, I walk slowly to the desk thinking about how bad it is from one to ten what is about to happen.

Rethinking the whole situation, I hear Natasha walk in closing the door behind her, locking it. She is still with her suit, can she look hotter? I do not think so. She walks towards me slowly, shivers running through my body. I look into her eyes all the way until she positions herself in front of me, she lifts her hand to grab my chin.

"You didn't think I would come, did you?" I open my mouth and a sigh is what is heard throughout the room, my present nerves trying not to show themselves.

"No, Miss Romanoff." I gulp as she runs her hand down my neck.

"I want you to keep in mind, from now on, that I am a woman of word and what I say, I do." oh god have mercy on me.

"Yes, Miss Romanoff." Natasha touches my clavicle with her index finger, running through the entire extremity of my skin, why does she look so sweet?

"You're going to do what I say, if there's something you don't like say red, got it?" I nod as she turns her hand up to rest on the back of my neck. She tilts my head to the side and leaves a wet kiss on my skin. "I need words, Y/N, not just nodding. Speak."

"Yes, Miss Romanoff." My confirmation was the green pass for her to grab me by my hips and slam me back against the desk. A muffled moan left my body as I felt her hand on the back of my neck pushing me against the wooden surface.

"I told you to stop playing games with Wanda, and what did you do? You keep flirting and going out with her, or did you think I wouldn't find out?" Natasha runs her hand down my spine sending a shiver through it.

"No, Miss Romanoff." my face is stamped against the desk, my arms to the sides of my body, my legs closed trying to rub my thighs.

"I'll have to punish you now, you were a very bad girl, Y/N, did you know that? So cute and sweet you seem." Natasha presses her hips against mine, I instinctively pushing them back.

"You can't control my personal life, Miss Romanoff." I dare to say, one leg slipping between my thighs, I feel my arousal dripping into my panties.

"Oh, but I can, otherwise you wouldn't be bending over at this desk, waiting for my touch, I feel your wetness through my suit, Y/N, don't try to lie to me." I let out a quiet moan at the feel of her hand on my inner thigh. "If I touch you now, you'll be so wet that I could put three fingers in at once."

I move my hips trying to reach her hand, her leg putting more pressure on my core. I feel her thumbs catch on the elastic of my silk shorts, pulling them down and letting them fall to my ankles.

"Look at that set you picked, you know, the first day I saw you I was mesmerized by your ass," her hand trails over it, "but I knew it was going to be so much prettier in the air while I took you."

Natasha lays on top of me, another wave of arousal running through me. Her hand brushes my hair from my face, placing a kiss on my cheek moving her lips to my ear.

"This is what we're going to do now, detka. I'm going to spank you and you're going to count each one of them. One number you say wrong and we start over." She leaves another kiss on my neck, "If you don't like it or I hurt you, say red and I'll stop, okay?" I nod my head. "Use your words, Y/N"

"Yes, Miss Romanoff." I sigh in protest as she stands up, her warm body leaving mine.

"Good girl."

I feel her hand bump against my ass, not as hard but itchy. "One."

"That's for not listening." another one, a muffled moan comes out of me.

"Two."

"For disobeying me." another stronger, I release a small twist and squeeze my thighs.

"Three."

"For continuing with your little games." another even stronger hits my other side.

"Four." I feel tears forming in my eyes, I'm so turned on right now, I can't stand it.

Natasha spanked me ten times, all for a reason, my thighs sticky from my dripping arousal.

"You took me very well, now be a good girl and spread your legs for me." Natasha pats my thighs, I feel her hot breath close and want to bring them back together. A finger sliding through my underwear gathering my essence.

I feel her body lean back against mine, her left hand grabbing my neck, lifting my head, while her right hand caresses my lips. "Open." I part my lips and the finger that seconds before was between my legs now it's in my mouth, a moan comes out when I taste myself.

"Suck." I do what she tells me and I start to suck the digit, her other hand squeezes my neck more, I feel how my thighs drip, my pulsating center begs to be touched.

"Please." I say as best I can even with her finger in my mouth.

"Oh, do you want me to touch you now? Do you want me to make you cum with my fingers? Answer me." Natasha pulls her finger out of it and grabs my hip, squeezing it, pressing more against me.

"Yes, please." Dignity leaving my body, begging for Natasha to do something.

"Bad girls don't get to cum." I sigh again as Natasha stands up, she puts my shorts back on me and turns me around, though I'm still pressed against the desk. "Look at you, all frustrated for my touch, do you want it that much?"

I lower my eyes to the stain I left on her pants and I can't believe it. She's my boss, what am I doing letting my boss touch me like that? and that's not the worst part, why do I like it so much? Natasha speaks breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Cat got your tongue?" I look back at her face a light blush spreading on my cheeks.

"No, Miss Romanoff." She moves closer to me, pressing her whole body against mine.

"Are you going to listen to me now that you know I do what I say?" Natasha grabs my chin so I look into her eyes.

"I don't know, Miss Romanoff, should I?" where this words come from?

"You should if you don't want to be so often bend over receiving spanks." She releases her grip and leaves a kiss on my cheek. "Put cream on your cheeks, otherwise you won't be able to sit tomorrow because you're sore." I nod.

"Miss Romanoff?" I call her before she leaves.

"Yes, Y/N?" she turns her head to look at me before walking out the door.

"Why don't you want me to be with Miss Maximoff?"

"Because I laid eyes on you first." She puts her characteristic smirk on her face and leaves me alone in my room.

What am I going to do now?

A/N: Hii guys, I might post another one today, let me know if u want it.

Natasha is a woman of words and now we all know it. But what is going to happen now with Wanda and Y/N's game, what do you think?