Warning: Pegging. Which is to say that strap-ons can be all American too.
The thing that Natalia liked the most about fucking Steve was knowing how in control he was outside of the bedroom. She loved watching him shout orders at the Avengers when they were on missions; the gleaming beacon of hope as he had always been. She loved watching him interact with the Army these days; seeing the commanding tone he took and watching as the soldiers reacted to their history book heartthrob. In the gym as she did her stretches, she would lick her lips as she watched his dogtags bounce against his chest as he worked the punching bag over.
The other Avengers watched her saunter after him into his room so many nights, and she always smirked at the stares Mr. Stark gave when she closed the door. Everyone thought that Steve had her, threw her onto the bed and ravaged her like a wild animal. They thought that because that is what she had told them; that he was insatiable and dominate and she loved having him fuck her. She had purred out details she made up about how he grabbed her by the hair and forced her on his dick. Only Thor seemed to doubt her; clearly he had the same persuasion as her lover. A God in Valhalla might as well have been the same as her god on earth.
Making the captain kneel for her was always great fun, and without a word he knew to lick her boots clean till she could see her reflection shining back at her in the leather. They had only needed a few days of training for him to learn what she expected from a man, and he was more than happy to obey the nature of his new Mistress without question. That was what he had needed when he was finally away from it all, and judging from how easily he had taken to it, it was what he had always wanted from the women he loved. He didn’t want to stop commanding, to find himself commanding the girl he went to sleep with. She snapped her fingers then and he brought her the riding crop that she had taken to so fondly; it was the easiest way to guide men.
“Be a good boy, Steve.” She said with a smirk, as she hooked the tip of the black leather crop under his dogtags and pulled him closer to her. She could just smell the hint of his cologne in the air between them; see the way he had brushed back his hair still so 1940s fly. Her lips moved upwards in a smile as she thought of that and as she leaned in they were nearly touching his now. He knew better than to move in for the kiss with her, though his eyes showed his want. “And show me you know how to use that mouth of yours.”
She had been blown away the first time that Steve had carried her to the chair beside the bookshelf lined with war novels, and art prints, and knelt down in front of her. He had rid her of her costume and thrown her legs over his shoulders before his mouth had just barely touched her; moving from soft teasing pressure to hard enough to bring her. Never before in her life had she found a lover so interested in giving her this much pleasure; or at least one that was so much of an expert with his mouth. She enjoyed the warmth of his tongue on her then, and now when he knelt in front of her, she enjoyed the adoration in his eyes as he tasted her.
His mouth against her was divine and she moaned softly as his tongue ran gently in a circle around her clit; teasing her before she felt the warm pressure send waves of pleasure through her. He moved away briefly to wet a finger with his mouth, slipping it into her as he continued to tease her without quite going far enough to make her come. She squirmed, long red nails gripping the arms of the chair as he let his finger arch upwards to touch the spot inside of her that sent shudders through her body. He moved the finger in the right pace to match his tongue against her clit and she gasped roughly. She would come at least once this way, and she lay her head back as it finally struck basking in the feeling of the pleasure running through her.
When the orgasm had passed, she pushed him onto the floor with the heel of her boot to his shoulder and stood up. She had undressed for him into her brief lingerie and those tall high heeled boots alone; his eyes looked up at her beautiful form in appreciation for what God had given her and she was now giving him. She was a heathen goddess to him, with waves of blood red hair tumbling down her perfect shapely body. Her full breasts were encased in blue satin, and she let her fingers run across the smooth fabric, guiding his eyes like that, moving her fingers down to pull up the matching thong finally. “It’s been a long time since I beat you.” She mused as she did so.
“What do you have to say about that, Captain?” She asked, and he responded as she had expected, still the model of reserve and discipline even tumbled onto the floor in front of her. “Nothing I have to say really matters.” He responded, probably well trained in that by this point. Natalia nodded her head in approval; he was such an obedient pet to have. “That’s true.” She replied and pointed towards the arm of the chair in a silent order. She had taught him earlier that she liked him bent forward with his hands on the seat because then she could easily work over his back and his buttocks; but also it made for a very nice view of that picture perfect body.
He walked to the chair and positioned himself how she had wanted him; never failing to look as in control now as he always did. That confident glance at Natalia encouraged her to move over easily, letting her heels click against the floor in a warning. Steve never lost that look of dominance and that was what made doing this all the more fun, Natalia had never liked weak men. She raised the crop up high and brought it down on his back quickly until she could see his fair skin turning red and raising in welts. She moved the crop from his back slowly downwards; till it struck his lower thighs and she heard just the slightest inhale. The strikes had to have stung, but she had yet to see a tremble from him and often doubted she ever would.
Running her hand through blond hair, she leaned down to kiss his cheek as she tightened the grip on his hair. The hand holding the crop rubbed the welts on his back tenderly, now and then pushing against one with a finger. He breathed in sharply, trying not to allow her to realize that it hurt so soon into their night. He needed more from her than this and they both knew it. Her hand let go of his hair finally and she nodded for him to stand up. Obediently he did so, wrapping his arms around her smooth body when she moved close to him. She rested a hand against his strong chest and looked up into the earnest blue eyes she loved so much. “I think I want to fuck you.” She said, and as she leaned into his embrace she could have sworn she heard his heart pound faster.
“Not like I normally do.” She continued, playing with his dogtags now as she did and listening to the rattle of the light metal under her fingers with pleasure. Oh how she had to be the envy of every man and women here; she was fucking the perfect soldier and she had done the least to earn the right. Never had it felt more superb to have a man in her arms than this moment; Natalia thrived on the jealous that the others felt for that right. If only they knew what she would do now that she had deflowered him so thoroughly. “I want to fuck you like Bucky must have wanted to all those years ago.”
“Natalia…” He started to say, his heart tightening at the mention of Bucky but the spy’s hand was on his throat then, squeezing tightly in warning. He knew better than to speak out of line with her, but then, she had known better than to tease him about the sidekick that he would never stop loving. It was such tense situation at times not to push one of his buttons, and she had done so, but today she felt like playing on the edge with him. “I’m going to have you, Rogers.” She snapped then and she pointed at the neatly made bed with a feigned rage. “Get down on your hands and knees.” She ordered.
There was a brief moment where Natalia wondered if he would finally disobey her, and they were silent as he fought the urge to argue against her desires. He swallowed back the mere thought of telling her he would not, and walked to the bed to get on his hands and knees as she had wanted. The Black Widow smirked, enjoying the knowledge that she could still have whatever she asked of him. She opened the chest that sat at the end of his bed; normally it was covered in old framed photos and some dainty lace overlays, but no one had seen inside of it but her, not even her lover. That was what kept the appeal of it so fresh; never letting him know what she might do next.
She found several of her favorite shackles in the chest, moving the dildo and strap on that she would want to the end of the bed. Chaining his wrists to the bed was always easy as he allowed her to do so with no struggle; letting his eyes meet hers just long enough that she could see the question in them. He wasn’t sure that he was comfortable with what she wanted to do to him, but he wasn’t so scared of it that he wouldn’t let her. After all of this time, Steve had more to fear than what Natalia would do to him in the bedroom. However, he also had more to fear from how he would react to it. There had been nights where they had to stop and he had walked outside to smoke and think of how different the world was. She had wiped the blood from her hands those nights and pretended that the scars that healed never gave her a twinge of guilt.
Now she simply stroked his face in reassurance, leaning down to kiss his lips slowly and sensually. When she pulled back he had regained his confidence and she slapped his face as if to acknowledge that she could see that. His ankles were bound to the footboard similarly in a pair of shackles, and she took that moment to lean to his side and let her tongue tease at his cock. He wouldn’t be able to deny his interest to her, and she ran her tongue around the head of his erection to taste his pre-cum. Steve had to swallow hard to muffle his sounds of excitement; despite everything he had been through, he was still just the average young man.
She made him suck on her long manicured fingers while her free hand played with his cock; encouraging him to get the fingers nice and wet for her. It was a touch of humiliation she knew that he picked up on because he seemed shy to do so at first, taking her fingers in his mouth and running his tongue across just the tips. She jammed them further into his mouth, enjoying the look of shock on his handsome face when she did so. As she moved behind him and let a finger slide into him, she smirked at the sound of worry on his lips.
There must have been some political message to this whole evening; how could it not be with the Russian ex-spy fucking Captain America in the ass. She liked the idea of that, despite having let go of those loyalties such a long time ago. She spat into her hand, summoning the saliva from the back of her throat to lubricate her digits. She slid two fingers into him then, moving them back and forth as she stretched him for what was to come. She had no doubt from his breathing that he didn’t entirely enjoy this, and so she changed the angle of her fingers to seek a way to make him gasp. When she hit his prostate he gasped in shock just like she had wanted; it wasn’t supposed to feel that good to be touched that way.
Natalia let him grow more used to the feeling of being penetrated by moving her fingers back and forth, letting her other hand stroke his erection to keep him interested as she did so. After a moment of that she slid a third finger into him to stretch him further and he let out a sad noise that sent a rush into her. She had rarely heard that sound from him because it was one that told her that he was being treated in a way that frightened him, and that was a hard point to reach. Oh, how she loved that noise that told her he was only hers to break; only hers to mistreat in all the ways she desired. God, she loved that about the captain. Ever since she had rid him of that pesky virginity, she had loved that low gasping mew and the challenge about him she had to concur before she could hear it.
It only took a moment once she moved away to hook the strap on across her hips; that was something she had some practice with. She moved in front of the captain once she had adjusted the straps of it to sit around her. Her hand grabbed a fistful of his blond hair and Natalia shoved the dildo into his mouth as far as she could before she heard him gag. His eyes looked upwards at her and she felt a shudder of pleasure run through her at the look he was giving her; every time she made a man suck her cock she knew why they had loved to make her choke when she was the one on her knees. There was that sense of power at being able to humiliate a man so easily, and Steve was just like the others but with a few more ways to fall.
His eyes watered mostly from reaction to the fake dick being shoved so roughly down his throat and triggering his gagging, but never the less, seeing his dark eyelashes blink away tears felt good. She pushed it down into his mouth further still, encouraging him to swallow around it with a tap to the face and a harshly growled order. “Swallow.” She said firmly, wiping away a line of tears from his smooth skin. His lips around it trembled, and a line of saliva trickled from his mouth as he tried to figure out how to do what she was asking of him. It had been so long since she’d seen such an appealing naivety as this. “Get it nice and wet…”
When she finally moved around him to fuck him, she suggested that he bit a pillow to muffle the sounds. It was as much for her sake as for his; she knew it would hurt to watch him lose face over what she had done to him, and hearing him would make it known that he was not really the dominate man she made him out to be. Yet watching him pull the blankets to his mouth brought a sort of satisfaction to her, and Natalia entered him slowly, trying to let him grow used to the feeling out of a brief sense of sympathy. The first time never did felt good in the ass, and his whimpers that were just barely covered by the blankets reminded her of that. But still, it felt right to have the man so completely. If Steve ever moved on she would have already used him completely; she had taken everything that he had to offer now as she began to fuck him. She loved that thought, and as her hand stroked his arousal she knew that he loved it just as much.
She only fucked him that way until she saw real tears at her strong rhythm, and till he was biting on the blankets from how sore he was growing at her thrusts. She could tell the look of despair on his face, and it told her that she had won again. She pulled out of him then slowly and undid the shackles, turning him over onto his welted back. The spy ran a hand down his chest, letting it lead down to his cock and then moving forward to take him deep down into her throat. He moaned softly and she guided his hands to her hair, allowing him to touch her in that way for how obedient he had been. He came in her mouth in moments, trembling as he did, and letting his hands grip the long scarlet hair he seemed to love so much.
Natalia rose upwards after he had finished, grabbing his face between both hands and kissing him. She let his semen spill back into his mouth, pulling away and licking her lips as she did. He swallowed wordlessly when she covered his mouth with her hand; the shock of that treatment still new in his bright eyes. There was that warmth of their combined enjoyment filling the room as she slid down into his arms then, smiling at how quickly he fell into the urge to protect her. They would sleep with her turned towards the window, and his back towards the door. He needed to protect her like that; to make himself the one most open to attacks.
Sore, abused, and humiliated, he would rise the next morning like Jesus had on Easter. He would be born again as the confident, handsome, commanding soldier he always was. The Avengers would obey him as the Invaders always had; unable to believe that the man before them could be wrong. He was the powerful authority among them, and as Natalia followed behind them, they would believe what they chose to believe. For her, the captain had crawled, begged and been beaten on a whim. But no one would ever know that.
