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50 Shades of Red || Chapter 21

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

summary: Wanda has dinner with the Romanoff family, and Natasha has fun with her in the backseat of a car.

content warnings: Spanking, fingering, edging.

word count: 3.8k+

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Natasha shakes her awake. Wanda’s limbs feel weighted, her body warm even as she begins to wake up. The older woman’s hand is on her waist, squeezing and shaking gently.

“Wanda, we have to get up.”

“We have to?”

Chuckling, Natasha reaches up to grab her chin softly. She turns Wanda’s head toward her, admiring the half-asleep look in her eyes.

“Yes. In the midst of our busy morning, I forgot to inform you about dinner.”

Wanda begins to wake up more, sensing something in Natasha’s tone.

“Dinner?”

“With my parents.”

Sitting up suddenly, Wanda is wide awake.

“Your parents?”

“Kate and Yelena will be there as well, it’s a family dinner,” Natasha says, her tone casual.

Wanda just blinks at her, glancing at the fancy clock near the bed. It was four in the afternoon. Damn, had she really slept that long?

“When is dinner?”

“In two hours,” Natasha responds, stretching for a moment before planting a swift kiss on Wanda’s cheek. “I’ll lay something out for you to wear after your shower.”

“Are you going to shower?”

Natasha smirks at her. “I already did. You sleep like the dead, sweetheart.”

Flushing, Wanda rises from the bed, uncaring about her state of undress. It’s not like Natasha hadn’t seen all of her already. She slips into the attached bathroom, washing herself as she remembers the events from the red room.

Tracing her breasts, Wanda inspects herself. There were no visible marks left, but she remembered the pleasurable pain that had bloomed across her skin. She decided that she quite liked it when Natasha used elements of pain. It didn’t really hurt all that much, and she wholeheartedly believed the woman when she said her end goal was to bring Wanda pleasure.

Stepping out of the shower, Wanda dries herself off before wrapping her hair in another towel. She lathers on a thin layer of vanilla lotion that had appeared on the counter. It smelled heavenly.

When she reenters the bedroom, Natasha is nowhere to be found. On the bed is a pair of black heels, a dark green dress spread out on the bedsheets. Tracing her fingers over it, Wanda is pleased to discover the fabric is a soft velvet. She notes the absence of a bra or panties, and she rolls her eyes.

Without Natasha in the room, she was free to roll her eyes as much as she’d like. Of course, the woman would give her an outfit without the undergarments to go with it. Crossing the room, Wanda softly opens the dresser drawers until she finds one full of underwear. She pulls out a sheer black thong.

She isn’t willing to go without them. Knowing Natasha, the woman would tease her throughout the dinner, and Wanda didn’t want to ruin the lovely dress with her seemingly abundant arousal.

Slipping the dress on, Wanda is surprised that the dress fits. It’s almost too perfect, and she wonders how Natasha had managed to get her exact measurements. Maybe the woman just had a really good eye. Either that, or she was measuring Wanda in her sleep.

She went with the first option.

The heels are comfortable, and after a few experimental steps, Wanda deems them safe enough to wear for the night.

Returning to the bathroom, Wanda does her makeup in the absurdly large mirror, applying mascara and concealer. She adds a bit of lip gloss, not wanting to go too heavy on the makeup.

Now to find Natasha.

Making her way out of the bedroom, Wanda wanders down the hallway. She can hear music, and she guesses it’s coming from the kitchen. She’s right, the music getting louder as she draws closer.

Rounding the corner, she catches sight of Natasha. The woman is also in a dress, her long fingers wrapped around a wine stem as she sips slowly. The red wine slips past her lips, and Wnada immediately wants to kiss them.

Natasha’s hips sway to the music, but they stop as Wanda steps into the room. The woman must have a sixth sense for her. Those green eyes light up as she takes in Wanda’s figure.

“I knew that dress would look flattering on you,” Natasha murmurs, holding a hand out.

Wanda takes it, letting herself be drawn in by the older woman. Firm arms snake around her waist, and Natasha begins to sway to the beat of the music.

Finding herself drawn in, Wanda dances with her. Wrapping her arms around the woman’s neck, she lets herself be spun around. Every so often, Natasha dips her. Wanda gets a giddy, swooping sort of feeling in her stomach when she does.

Is she falling in lov-

No.

She can’t think like that. It’s too soon. Besides, Natasha is the type of woman to take things slow. Wanda will just have to move with her. She can’t risk losing the woman now that she has her.

“Where did you learn to dance?”

Natasha’s eyes flash at the question. She hesitates for a moment before responding softly, “My mother’s friend.”

“What’s her name?”

“Mrs. Winters.”

Wanda just nods, keeping that ugly, twisting feeling she has whenever Natasha mentions the woman at bay. Now is not the time for a fight, not right before dinner with the woman’s family. Evidently, she isn’t as good at hiding her emotions as she would like to think, because Natasha pulls away slightly, those green eyes searching hers.

“What’s wrong?”

The woman sounds like she genuinely doesn’t understand why Wanda would be upset. It confuses her. Doesn’t Natasha know that what that woman - Mrs. Winters - did to her was wrong?

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Can we just talk about it later?” Wanda lets a pleading expression flit across her face.

There’s a stubborn set to Natasha’s jaw. Eventually, she sighs softly, her thumbs stroking Wanda’s waist for a moment. “Fine. Nick is waiting in the car.”

Neither of them moves. Green eyes are locked on hers, and Wanda feels like the woman is tearing back the layers of her psyche.

“Okay, should we… go?”

Finally, Natasha cracks a smile. It’s small, but the tension lessens slightly. “Yes. After you, dear.”

They make it down to the car, Nick offering a nod before he opens the door for them. Wanda makes sure to sway her hips extra as she enters first, hoping to get Natasha’s mind focused solely on her.

The woman’s hand doesn’t leave her thigh for the entire car ride over.

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Nick pulls into a long gravel driveway, and Wanda blinks up at the large house that comes into view.

“My father always had such lavish tastes,” Natasha murmurs, catching sight of Wanda’s wandering eyes. She feels a bit dazed, struggling to comprehend how much money Natasha’s family really had.

“Don’t think too hard,” the older woman suggests, one hand cupping Wanda’s jaw. “That’s what I’m here for.”

“To… think for me?”

“Exactly.”

Wanda wants to ask more, but Natasha offers her a smirk before sliding out of the car. She rounds the back before opening Wanda’s door, her arm slipping around her waist as they walk into the building.

Throwing a glance over her shoulder, Wanda catches sight of Nick. He must see her wide eyes, because the corner of his lip twitches slightly.

Natasha holds open the large door for her, and Wanda notices that the wood is several inches thick. What sort of mansion-style house was this?

Leading her through the hallways, Natasha eyes her. “Are you nervous?”

“What gave it away?” Wanda deadpans, feeling her hands begin to sweat slightly. She can hear voices in the next room, and Natasha stops her with two hands on her waist. Gently, she pushes her against the wall.

“Don’t be nervous, Wanda. My parents will love you, I’m sure of it.”

Wanda wants to ask if Natasha will also love her, but she bites back the quip. Instead, she just nods, smiling nervously as they enter the room.

“Wands!” Yelena’s voice calls out, and Kate waves excitedly next to her. They’re seated at a lavish, dark mahogany table.

Kate rushes up, meeting Wanda and throwing her arms around her. Natasha steps away, greeting her mother.

“I didn’t know about this dinner until today,” Wanda whispers, hugging her roommate back. “Did you?”

“I didn’t know about it until Yelena was driving up to the gates,” Kate whispers. “Do you think it's a trap? Are they going to tell us that they’re secretly in the mafia?”

“I would believe them if they did.”

“Wanda,” a voice calls out softly.

Melina is looking straight at her, and Wanda flushes as she awkwardly makes her way over. Kate has already returned to Yelena, giggling under her breath at something the blonde said.

As she approaches, Wanda notices that Melina has her arms raised out towards her. Does the woman want to hug her? Natasha wasn’t very much of a hugger, so why would her mother-

Wanda is instantly smushed as Melina takes her in with strong arms. “It is so good to see you again, Wanda,” she says, her heavily accented voice like dripping honey. Wanda hugs her back, not quite sure where to put her hands. God, was she blushing?

“Welcome,” Melina says, finally pulling away from the hug. Her hands remain on Wanda’s upper arms as she smiles. “I hope you enjoy my home while you are here.”

“It’s a lovely home,” Wanda manages to say. She refuses to make eye contact with Natasha. How had the woman been raised by a mother like Melina and turned out to be so aloof and distant with everyone?

It didn’t help her blush when the woman steered her toward the table with a hand on her lower back. At least now Wanda knew where Natasha had gotten her possessive touching gene from.

“My husband, Alexei, will be in shortly,” Melina says, looking at Wanda like she’s sharing a secret. “He gets caught up with work at times. He can be very forgetful. Tell me, Wanda, is my daughter very forgetful?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Does she forget to take care of you, or is she good to you?” Melina asks, her eyes turning slightly serious. Natasha is across the table, her eyes glancing towards them for a moment before they return to Yelena’s boisterous retelling of the drive up to Seattle.

“Natasha is very good to me,” Wanda murmurs. Her heart skips for a moment when she realizes that it’s true. Sure, the woman scared her shitless at times, and Wanda felt like she was in deep waters treading precariously when it came to the sexual dynamic she was slowly exploring, but Natasha had never mistreated her. “I’m fortunate to have her in my life.”

Melina chuckles at that, finally letting go of Wanda. “No, dear. You’ll find that Natasha is the fortunate one here. We’re all very happy that she’s found someone, and for that someone to be you…” Melina smiles widely. She’s beautiful when she does. “Well, you’re just perfect.”

Wanda is pretty sure her blush will never disappear.

A boisterous, heavily accented voice calls out, “Ah, our guest of honor!”

Turning, Wanda watches as a tall, heavyset man enters the dining hall. His face is jovial, smile lines standing out from the corners of his eyes as he makes his way over. He first reaches Melina, hugging her while murmuring something in Russian. Wanda assumes it’s an apology, based on the puppy dog eyes he gives her for a moment.

Then, he turns to her. “Wanda,” he says, his voice booming as he spreads his arms. Wanda doesn't know if she’ll survive this hug. “We are so excited to have you here!”

“I- yeah,” she says lamely, before she’s crushed between solid muscle. Alexei’s arms are probably bigger than her head, and she tries to wrap her arms around him as much as possible. It feels like hugging a pillow. A comically oversized pillow, that is. A pillow that could probably bench three times her weight.

“Please, sit,” Melina’s voice is slightly muffled.

Letting go, Alexei pats Wanda on the back before making his way to the head of the table. She offers a smile, trying to keep the bewildered expression off her face. Based on Kate and Yelena’s matching smirks, she wasn’t succeeding.

Natasha remains standing behind a chair, pulling it out for Wanda. It’s all so formal, yet so like the older woman.

As they sit, a number of people in matching uniforms come in with trays in their hands. Wanda assumes they’re the waitstaff, and she blinks as they remove the lids to reveal steaming food.

God, it smells absolutely delicious.

One of the employees gives Natasha a smile that the older woman doesn’t see. She’s young and blonde, and Wanda feels a stab of something hot run through her. The woman bends down, an extra button undone as she sets down a tray of rolls next to Natasha.

Luckily, the waitstaff leaves soon after. Wanda knows that she would be terrible in a fight, not to mention the lack of decorum from engaging in one over dinner, but she had been seconds away from grabbing that blonde hair and hurling the woman to the floor.

“Here,” Natasha says, passing a tray. “Try this.”

Wanda forgets all about the blonde woman.

The food was perfect. There were traditional Russian foods, as well as some other things Wanda didn’t recognize. She didn’t really care, diving in with as much politeness as she could muster.

Kate was much the same, her eyes wide as she looked at Yelena after every bite in awe.

“So,” Alexei starts, wiping his face with a napkin. Melina dabs at the spot on his beard that he missed. “Tell me, what are the big plans now that college is a thing of the past?”

“Well, Wanda here has some interviews lined up, but I’ve already got a position secured,” Kate begins. Everyone at the table turns their attention towards her, and Wanda is grateful for her roommate’s ability to thrive in the spotlight.

“I wasn’t aware you had interviews,” Natasha murmured. She wasn’t looking at Kate, her green eyes burning a hole in the side of Wanda’s head.

“Well,” Wanda murmurs back, hiding her mouth with her napkin casually. “I’ve been kind of busy. It must have slipped my mind.”

Natasha doesn’t say anything for a moment. Then, her fingers graze Wanda’s thigh before grabbing it gently. “I was under the assumption that you were going to give the internships at my company some more thought.”

Shooting her a look, Wanda closes her legs, forcing the woman’s fingers to the outside of her thigh as she does so. She misses the flash in those green eyes, her attention focused on Kate.

“I don’t want to work for you. I’d never fit in.”

“You would-”

This time, it’s Melina who interrupts, Natasha cutting off her own words as her mother speaks.

“Wanda, tell us more about these interviews.”

Flushing again, Wanda feels her palms sweat as all of their eyes land on her. Kate gives her an encouraging little nod, which helps. Somewhat.

As she speaks, both Melina and Alexei are seemingly very interested in the different publications she would be interviewing with, and the waitstaff returns. Wanda can see the blonde woman out of the corner of her eye. She practically makes a beeline for Natasha, and Wanda could scoff at the obvious crush the woman had.

“Is there anything else I can get for you, Ma’am?”

Natasha just shakes her head. Wanda is pleased to find that the woman’s green eyes have never left hers. The blonde woman blinks, before she hesitantly turns and walks away, throwing Wanda a cold look.

“We wish you the best of luck,” Alexei says, holding up his glass of water in a mock toast. Melina smiles, gracefully holding hers up for a moment as well.

“Thank you,” Wanda says, grabbing her water as she suddenly feels parched. “I’m excited to work with a publication house; it’s what I’ve been wanting to do ever since I started pursuing my degree.”

The conversation moves to other topics. Natasha’s hand returns to Wanda’s thigh, but this time, her fingers grip firmly. It remains there for the rest of dinner, and Wanda is secretly pleased when the blonde woman from the waitstaff notices.

Both Melina and Alexei give her a hug as they mingle after dinner. This time, Wanda feels much less awkward. She still flushes when Melina’s arms wrap around her. She must have some sort of subconscious attraction to older women or something. Hopefully, Natasha would never find out.

They leave the house, the sun in its last stages of setting. Wanda is surprised; she hadn’t thought that much time had passed.

“When are these interviews?”

Wanda blinks in surprise. “I didn’t expect you to start with that,” she murmurs, casting a quick glance at Natasha. The woman just raises her eyebrow as they approach the car.

“Well, two of them are on Monday, and another one is on Thursday,” Wanda says, reaching for the door handle.

Natasha beats her to it, opening the door with a slight smirk.

“And when is the one that you really want?”

Wanda remains silent as the older woman slides in beside her. She presumes that Nick is driving, but she can’t see with the privacy glass closed. A part of her hopes the man can’t hear through it either.

“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.” Natasha’s fingers grab her chin lightly, turning Wanda’s head to face her.

“The one I want is on Monday.”

“Good girl,” Natasha murmurs, her voice low. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Before Wanda can respond, Natasha has already issued another command.

“Come here.”

The car starts moving, slowly going back down the gravel driveway. Wanda just blinks, her hand halfway in the process of buckling her seatbelt.

“What?”

Natasha pats her lap. She’s sitting in the middle seat, her thigh pressed lightly against Wanda’s. “I said, come here.”

“But, the seatbelt,” Wanda says, gesturing helplessly.

“If you argue with me,” Natasha begins, her voice smooth and sharp. “I will have no choice but to punish you further. Is that what you want, Wanda?”

Silently, Wanda shakes her head.

“Nick is a good driver. I normally wouldn’t endorse this kind of behavior, especially when it comes to your safety, but I need to check something.”

Wanda just blinks, unsure of what the woman wants.

“Over my lap, Ms. Maximoff.”

Oh.

The woman wants her to… to…

Wanda slowly leans forward, her torso resting on the seat as she bends over the older woman’s lap. She flushes, gasping slightly when Natasha’s hands come up to roughly palm her ass.

“Ah, just as I thought,” Natasha murmurs. Her fingers grip the hem of Wanda’s dress and pull it up in one smooth motion.

Gasping as the cool air inside the car hits her skin, Wanda realizes what Natasha was referring to.

“I didn’t give you these to wear,” Natasha says, her tone firm. Her fingers pull the thong away from her skin before releasing them, a snap sounding out.

Wanda tries to stifle her responding moan, the noise sounding strangled in her throat. Natasha chuckles humorlessly, her hand wandering over the soft, bare skin of Wanda’s ass. Her other hand moves to grab Wanda’s wrists, holding them tightly on the small of her back.

“First, you disobey my unspoken order,” she says, bringing her hand down. Wanda really hopes Nick can’t hear them now, the slap sounding out as heat begins to form on her backside. She bites her lip in an effort to remain quiet.

“When I give you something to wear, it is expected that you wear exactly what I’ve given you. Nothing more, and nothing less.” Natasha resumes landing blows on Wanda’s ass, the skin turning pink. The blows aren’t particularly harsh, but they get the point across.

“Since this was your first offence, and I didn’t articulate that rule well enough, I’ll go easy on you.”

“Thank you,” Wanda whispers.

A rough hand comes down.

“Thank you, Ma’am,” Wanda quickly corrects, breathing out in relief as Natasha gently rubs her ass at the quick response.

“Secondly, you closed your legs. You are not to refuse my touch. Unless I hear the color yellow or red pass your lips, I will do what I want, when I want. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Natasha must be pleased with her response, because the woman only lands a few more blows before stopping. Her hands are gentle, rubbing her now-red skin soothingly. Her fingers dip down, and Wanda buries her head in the seat as the woman slowly sinks two fingers into her.

They slide in easily, Wanda’s arousal evident.

“You have no idea just how pleased I am that you enjoy the pain I inflict on you,” Natasha murmurs. Wanda all but whimpers at that, feeling the woman’s fingers slowly pumping in and out of her, curling as they hit her G-spot.

It’s maddening, the slow pace, the slight burn from her ass only increasing the fire beginning to roar inside her.

“I think I’m beginning to enjoy it,” Wanda rasps out.

“Beginning to?” Natasha questions, drawing her fingers fully out before slamming them back in. “Did you hear that, Wanda? Can you feel your arousal? I think you’re well past the beginning stages.”

With that, Natasha continues to set a rough pace, Wanda’s body tensing as she feels the edges of her orgasm begin to creep in.

“Are you going to cum, Wanda?”

An answering moan is all she can manage. Her wrists twist helplessly in Natasha’s grasp as she moves her hips, fucking herself back into the older woman’s hand. She didn’t care how desperate it probably looked. She needed to cum.

Natasha pulls her fingers out, bringing them up to Wanda’s lips and forcing them inside. She can taste herself on her tongue, and her clit throbs helplessly as her walls clench around nothing.

“Suck.”

Obeying, Wanda cleans the woman’s fingers. She doesn’t taste bad, and she finds herself enjoying the way Natasha slowly pumps her fingers in and out of her mouth.

“When we get home,” Natasha begins, something dark in her tone. Wanda feels a thrill go down her spine. “The real punishment begins.”

Wanda was beginning to suspect that she was well and truly fucked. The best (or worst) part was that she could feel excitement growing within her at the thought.

Those long fingers sank into her again, and Wanda promptly lost control of her thoughts as she began to sink into a cinnamon-scented haze of arousal and need.

This was going to be a long drive home.

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