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Breathe.”She says.
Her voice is a bit distorted, like he’s under water. He’s breathing hard, sweating and muscles tensing. His dick is hard and purple, veins bulging out and precum dripping so much it’s forming a little puddle between his legs.
“Count.”
“32.” He gasps.
“Hmm. Good. Again.”
He sobs, his body shaking as her finger returns, tracing a line up his shaft, up and down. It stops on the head, slides on the frenulum, dips in the slit –
The grunts he makes are loud and animalistic. He’s almost losing his mind but no, he doesn’t. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t cum. He’s good, obedient. It’s a special kind of torture and Hydra could have taken notes.
Natasha bends and lets a stream of saliva drip onto him and the sensation makes him cry out, his muscles spasming. He’s gonna cum, he’s gonna cum, he can’t take it anymore –
“Don’t cum, Soldat.”
He obeys. He can feel his body relax so his muscles don’t trigger the orgasm he desperately wants, the tension going down, pleasure getting away from him.
He’s crying now.
“Count.”
“33. ”
“Good. Again.”
“Please. Natalia.”
She smiles. A cruel smile that he loves so much. He doesn’t know what he wants anymore, his brain is completely overwhelmed, his body sensitive and constantly in edge –
“Again.”
It’s such a sweet torture. And he loves hearing Natasha laugh.