Taking a line of rope that she always had in her bag, she quickly moves it into a beautiful but very simple and clean line behind his back. Perhaps she's done this a time or two, but normally under very different circumstances. Nat's not sure how far to take this, but Levi seems to like the discipline of being under a person's control. "Give me a safe word." She whispers at the back of his neck, licking and sucking another mark into his skin. This time she adds her teeth into the making of the mark for an extra focus point as she waits for his answer.
"How much pain do you like. Knives? or merely teeth and tongue. Do you want my hands, or more. Tell me mal'chik. I want to know how much of a man you are."
Levi isn’t sure how he feels about the rope as it’s worked to bind his arms, immobilizing them more or less. He lets out a shaky breath and decides that he is okay with it. He trusts her enough for it. “Uh,” he stumbles, never having thought of a safe word before. “Broom,” it’s not that weird of a choice for a neat freak perhaps. His breath is shaky as she works that mark on his skin, pain sharp even with the edges of pleasure tantalizing near.
“Anything,” he murmurs, not a man of many words. Knives, teeth, tongue, hands he’s more than happy to see how much pain he can take at her hands.
There's a tenderness behind the stern force in her eyes. She watches carefully for all the signs of stress on his body. There's a way to push a man, and a way to break one. Natasha's been broken before and would never do that to another person. She wants to pleasure Levi more than anything. "I know that trust is earned, and I swear to you, I will not break it." She whispers against his ear, running her tongue along the shell before she moves down to kiss soft tempered kisses to his collar.
Her hand slowly moves to slide around his cock and hold him. She runs her thumb along the tip, and moves her head back so she can watch how with a slow rub she can drag up a thin line of white that trails from cock to her thumb, stretching as she brings it slowly upwards-- eventually meeting her lips so she can lick it off. Keeping it on her tongue she leans over to Levi and licks around his mouth before kissing him hard and deep, forcing the bitter salt into their mixed tongue. All the while she strokes him softly, rewarding him for tasting himself, and keeping so still.
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"How much pain do you like. Knives? or merely teeth and tongue. Do you want my hands, or more. Tell me mal'chik. I want to know how much of a man you are."
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“Anything,” he murmurs, not a man of many words. Knives, teeth, tongue, hands he’s more than happy to see how much pain he can take at her hands.
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Her hand slowly moves to slide around his cock and hold him. She runs her thumb along the tip, and moves her head back so she can watch how with a slow rub she can drag up a thin line of white that trails from cock to her thumb, stretching as she brings it slowly upwards-- eventually meeting her lips so she can lick it off. Keeping it on her tongue she leans over to Levi and licks around his mouth before kissing him hard and deep, forcing the bitter salt into their mixed tongue. All the while she strokes him softly, rewarding him for tasting himself, and keeping so still.
"Such a good boy."