A Shot in the Dark
Clint was extremely horny. Big battles next to his beautiful parter, Black Widow always did that to him. The bigger the the battle, the bigger he was below the belt. And the battle with Loki was huge. He thought about just going home and masturbating but he knew that would not suffice. What was he to do..? Just then, he sees his partner. "Hey," Clint says seductively as he comes up behind Natasha and smoothly leans against the locker next to hers.
"Hey," she says, turning and smiling.
"That was some great work out there," he says. "You really know how to close a portal real good." Clint licks his lips.
"Wow, Clint. You really know how to make anything sound sexual," she cracks, not impressed.
"Speaking of sexual, would you like to have one of our... sessions?" He cocks an eyebrow, a smirk spreading across his lips.
Natasha crosses her arms, thinking. She just closed a magical portal that was puking out aliens and giant monsters. Her team had been ripped apart by the Norse God of Mischief and they almost lost Iron Man. She needed to blow off some steam. She could use a session. "Sure. Be at my place in an hour."
"Can't we just go there together?" He asks, pouting. Clint gives her puppy dog eyes, knowing that would work. "All the stuff is there anyway."
"Alright, fine. We can catch a jet and then go to my place. Let's go." She motions for Hawkeye to follow her.
The jet ride to the airport was very tension-filled. And the car ride to Natasha's apartment was even worse. Natasha and Clint each have an apartment just for their sessions. They had been practicing minor S & M and bondage for a few months now. Clint loved it even more than Natasha. He needed it to keep himself from becoming to arrogant about his skills and work with SHIELD. He has seen it happen before and it's not pretty.
"Here we are," Natasha says, stepping into her apartment. "I'll go change. You can get undressed and lay on the bed over there." She points to her queen-sized bed in the middle of the room.
"I know the drill," he whines, unzipping his pants and pulling them down to his ankles.
After a few minutes, Natasha comes out in a skin-tight faux-leather cat suit with the chest cut out to show off her perfect set of pushed-up breasts. She is wearing matching four-inch leather boots and has a whip in her hand. Clint's jaw clenches at the sight. He is growing more excited by the second He will never really get used to seeing her like this.
"Ready?" She asks in a sexy voice.
"Y-yes," he whispers, gulping with wide eyes. He holds his arms up and spreads his legs.
Natasha binds his limbs to the bed posts with handcuffs and readys herself. She notices that he is already hard. His enlarged member is quivering with what is to come. She smirks to herself as she taps the whip in her hand. She then moves the end of the whip up his abdomen and to his neck. "You've been a very, very bad boy," she scolds.
"Yes, yes, I have!" Clint chants. He cranes his neck outward, pleading for the pain and pleasure.
"Sh! Silence!" She smacks him with the whip and he whinces. "I am talking--you are not!" Clint nods. Her expression softens. "But I can be a compassionate, understanding madame." Natasha sits on the bed. "I want to make you feel good." A sinister smile spreads across her face. She grabs Clints length.
"Oh!" He gasps, throwing his head back.
Natasha begins to slowing move her fist up and down against his trunk. Clint moans in satisfaction. She begins to quicken her pace. She continues until her hand and arm are tired. Natasha goes until Clint's thick, white fluid releases. But then she carries on even more. Natasha does so until Clint is begging for her to stop.
When she is finished, she wipes her hands off on a towel and leaves him on the bed for a moment to catch his breath. She then picks up her whip once again. "Ready for more?"
"Just, just give..." He breathes, gulping down air.
"No!" She smacks the whip down on his leg. "You do not get to decide when we go on! I do! We will continue now." She begins to walk around the bed to the other side. "Now, Clint, we have a big problem. You've been awfully naughty lately." She pouts her lips. "You've been extremely arrogant at work. You think you can do whatever you want. BUT THAT'S NOT HOW THIS WORKS!" She whips him a few more times.
"Agh!" He cries out in pain. The stinging feels so good. There is an immense pressure on his brain. His nerve endings are contradicting themselves as some tell him to stop and other tell him to keep going. He has to keep going. He has to push through the pain to get the pleasure.
Natasha then climbs on top of Clint, a knee on each side of him. She shoves the whip in his mouth, pressing down on it, pushing his head into the pillow. "You need to stop, Clint. You need to stop being so arrogant. You're not as great as you think you are. You're a lousy archer. You can fight worth a shit," she seeths.
"You're right," he says. The words are muffled against the leather in his mouth. "You're always right."
"Of course I'm right!" She yells in his face, twisting his nipples as hard as she can. As he whimpers, she opens a special flap down in between her legs. "Now I'm going to take what's mine." She slides Clint's member into her heat and begins to rock against it.
Clint spits the whip out. "Yes, please, take it!" He screams. He instinctively tries to pull at the handcuffs holding him to the bed but they don't budge.
Natasha continues to roll her hips into Clint's. She then bends down, lying herself on top of him. She begins licking and nibbling on his ear. She then moves her teeth down to his neck, leaving love bites all along it. Natasha then sits up once again. She thrusts and pushes, reaching her own climax. She unhooks her bra and begins to rub her breasts, squeezing her nipples. The sight makes Clint so hot.
When they both have reached orgasm, Natasha climbs off of Clint and unlocks the handcuffs that are holding him to the bed. "Just like Budapest all over again," Clint says, winking at her.