Natasha [Oneshot]

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“Hey Nic, it’s me uh, Drake...Aubrey ha ha sorry. Uh listen, I haven't seen you all day, wasn't sure if you are in the studio. I mean you probably were cus you like to go in the morning so maybe you're free…I was wondering if we could do something. Doesn't have to be a big deal. I mean, unless you WANTED it to be a big deal. How about you come over, you know spend the night. WAIT! Not that I'm insinuating anything...We can just order in, watch movies…whatever you want.” He stopped talking for a second and there was a barely audible sigh. “I just want to see you...that's it. So call me if you can. bye.”

End of messages.

As she put down her blackberry a devilish smirk appeared on her face, causing her left dimple to show. It would be a big deal alright.

Drake stepped under the hot water, letting the steam surround him and the water cascade over his face. He wanted to wash away any worries he had, he didn't even know why they kept constantly floating around in his head. Would she call him? Was she avoiding her?

“Relax it’s only been 10 minutes since you called, give her time.” Drake told himself, shaking the feeling off.

As he finished washing away the suds on his torso, the vibrating of his iPhone against the granite counter in the bathroom caught his attention. He quickly turned off the water and grabbed the white towel hanging just outside the spacious stall. After wrapping the towel around his waist, Drake quickly stepped out making his way to the phone, drying his hands in the process. Reaching his phone he typed in the password and a new message appeared on his screen.

Meet me @ Valley Creek Manor at 8 pm & wear something nice. Don’t be late. XO

As he read the text, Drake smiled. She did want to see him, so much in fact that SHE was planning something. And he was not going to wait to find out. He put the phone down and dashed to his closet. After drying his body down and rubbing the towel over his growing hair, Drake stood in front of the mile long line of clothes he had. Most of them he didn't even buy, or wear for that matter. It was mostly stuff designers sent him, or gifts people bought him. Truth be told he could wear his OVO crewnecks and jeans every night and he'd be fine. But he did like dressing nice time to time, and on a night like this he felt like a sweater and some jeans would not do. Nicki had said to dress nice. Well how nice? Did he need a suit? Maybe a jacket? To make sure, instead of bothering Nicki, Drake decided to look up the venue she had named as their destination. He picked up the phone from his dresser and googled Valley Creek Manor. He raised his eyebrows looking through the images, it was something completely different from where they were used to going. No quiet, low key restaurant in the city this time. No...It was...what seemed to be a somewhat isolated mansion. That explained the Manor in the name, he thought. He was slightly confused, why did she invite him there? Had he gotten the wrong place? Drake went back to his messages and double check. Nope, Valley Creek Manor that was definitely it. It seemed like a very nice place. Maybe this was some sort of event; after all she did ask him to dress nice. It seemed like the type of place to host an art gallery or a benefit or something. Yeah, he definitely needed a nice shirt. He picked out a simple dark grey, martini fit shirt. He buttoned up the first 5 buttons and left the top undone like she liked it. He undid the rounded cuffs on both sides before rolling them up a few inches. For his pants, Drake quickly chose some black cargo trousers. Going back to his dresser, he picked up the yellow gold new Cosmograph Daytona watch Nicki had recently gotten him. He wore it every day, it was a beauty. Topping the look with a plain gold chain, he had one last thing to do. Drake grabbed the almost empty bottle of Drakkar Noir cologne and sprayed it on himself. It was his favorite scent, and Nicki loved it.

Not even 20 minutes after he had received the text from Nicki, he was ready to go. He grabbed his phone, wallet, and keys to the black range choosing to go simple tonight.

The Valley Creek Manor was in the south part of Calabasas so it took him a mere 20 minutes to get there, with traffic. He was nervous, no doubt, it had been more than a day since he had seen Nicki and that day hadn't been exactly...loving. They had their fights here and there, and what followed was the part he hated. Normally after a fight they would make up lost time with great make up sex. However, this time it hadn't, they had just moved on like nothing happened. He still felt some of the tension in the air so both had subconsciously been giving the other space. But that's not what he wanted, and he didn't know it but she didn't either. It was like that middle school train of thought 'I won’t talk to him unless he talks to me first’; he had realized how ridiculous it was when he sent her the voice mail to dive back in to the norm. It seemed like a green light when she asked him to meet her that night.

Yes, Drake was nervous.

But excited at the same time. The thought was riveting. Meeting up at a spontaneous location, dark atmosphere. A myriad of possibilities came to mind but couldn't decide on one. The real Nicki wasn't an extravagant person who had to do all these crazy and different things everyday. Her career brought enough of that, but when she was just Onika and wanted some down time with him it was as simple as anything. And he loved it. Drake loved just staying at home, cuddling with her watching movies all day. But he would be lying if he said once in a while some mystery wasn't fun.

Reaching the property, he noticed the surroundings were very deserted. Not much was going on around, houses spread about a mile apart. The appearance was somewhat unkempt, seemed a bit dilapidated like not many people came through. If anyone but Nicki had invited him there he would be a little suspicious or...scared. Nonetheless, he made his way up the cement stairs to a big opened porch that had 4 grand carved stone pillars that seemed to go on forever. Drake couldn't find a doorbell so he opted for knocking. Once, twice, three times...no answer. He decided to try his luck and juggled the knob. It was open. There was barely any light in the front room, just two sets of candles resembling Lumiere from Beauty and the Beast on either side. As he closed the door behind him he called out for his girlfriend.

“Nicki?”

Two more steps to the center of the room, no answer.

“Nicki?!”He tried again a little louder.

As he walked to the grand staircase he heard the creepy sounds of the floorboard creaking beneath his feet with every step. Deciding to take his chance going upstairs, Drake took the steps two at a time desperate to find her. He stood atop the staircase thinking of his next move when the small light at the far end of the west hallway caught his peripheral view. He cautiously made his way down to the room. He felt so anxious waiting to see what he was about to find, the nerves stronger than a few minutes ago. When Drake finally reached the door, it was slightly ajar. Soft music could now be heard from inside the room. He pushed the door open and almost had to catch his breath at the sight.

There in the middle of the room she was laying on a pure white chaise lounge. Clad in a ruby red silk robe, barely covering her up. The pop of color really stood out on the chaise. She wore her black long bob, making it so her piercing eyes were stabbing him like daggers. A pair of silver Louboutins covered in spikes adorned her feet. they suited her well. By her he didnt mean nicki. sure it was her on the outside. but on the inside, she was someone completely different. someone that HE only got to see.  He swallowed a big lump in his throat and smiled.

“Hello, Natasha.”

“Hello, Drake.” She purred. “It’s been a while.”

“Indeed it has.” He nodded. “I've missed you.”

She sat up, swinging her legs around to plant her feet firmly on the ground.

“Did you now?” she asked, standing up.

Drake eyed her as she made her way over to him.

“Very much so.”

She grinned.

“Well then, tell me Drizzy, what exactly did you miss?”

The question caught him off guard. He didn’t know what to say. Taking in his puzzled expression, Natasha stopped just beyond his grasp.

“Well?” she said.

“I'm not exactly sure. There’s so many things. ”

He didn’t want to say the wrong thing. He knew Natasha’s temper. She could lunge out at him in anger at any moment & that could be a good or a bad thing. Pain & torture were some of her favorite forms of punishment.

Natasha looked at him, eyes wide & innocent.

“Well,” she mewed, “did you miss this?”

She untied the sash, letting the light, fluttery fabric cascade to the floor.

Drake clamped his mouth closed tight, trying hard not to let the freshly formed pool of saliva trickle down his chin. He had forgotten how to swallow at the moment.

His eyes scanned over her slowly. Following her raven colored hair, his eyes were brought down to her chest. Her succulent breasts’ only security was a red & black lace, demi bra. Her middle was completely bare & below that, his Nirvana, incased in lace as well.

Suddenly, he was all too aware of the silence around them. He swallowed hard before answering.

“Yes Natasha.”

She smiled. His obedience pleased her.

“You know, I was really surprised when you called me. But it honestly couldn’t have been more perfect timing.”

Natasha turned around, letting her hips sway as she made her way to the large 4 post bed on the other side of the room. Drake, enchanted by her bewitchingly beautiful figure, followed her. The nutate motion of her hips hypnotized him like a metronome, ticking back & forth. He was so smitten with her, he almost didn’t notice when she stopped moving.

Natasha turned around slowly on the balls of her feet. Drake stepped back, the expression on her face making him weary.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Her cat like eyes were boring into him.

“What?”

She raised her hands to her hips.

“I said what are you doing? Did I tell you to move?”

“No.”

“So why did you?”

She was backing him up now, forcing him to retrace his steps until finally shoving him into the wall. Hard. It nearly knocked the wind out of him.

“I know it’s been a while, so let me remind you.”

She began running the toe of her spikey heel up the side of his leg.

“I’m in charge here. You do not touch, talk or move unless I say so. I make the rules. Understand?”

He gritted his teeth, sucking in a breath as he felt the cool metal digging into his flesh.

“Yes.” he breathed.

She was dissatisfied with his answer. She let the spikes of her Louboutin dig into him harder.

“Yes, what?” she growled.

The pain was getting to him, but he was so turned on by her dominance, he almost didn’t dare to speak. But there was no guarantee that the next step of the punishment would as easy. He had to answer.

“Yes Natasha.”

They looked at each other as she let her fingers lazily wander down his chest before gripping his shirt tightly, pulling him close. He could feel her sweet breath on his chest. She was thinking something. He could tell that her imagination was reeling. This excited him. So far, the night had been very entertaining. He was anxious to know what she came up with next.

She softened her grip slightly staring at him for a second before pulling away all together. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a black upholstered chair. Natasha took a hold of his wrist and gently pulled him in its direction, he was so mesmerized by her he didn’t even realize the oddness of her sudden gentle nature. If there was anything Natasha wasn't, it was gentle.

When they reached the piece of furniture, she pushed him down, the chair rocking back from the force of his body. She retained eye contact with him as she reached behind his back, pulling out 2 sheer red scarves. She straddled him, smiling devilishly before tying the scarves around his wrists, affixing him to the chair.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

She looked up at him & tugged his wrist, testing her knots.

“No questions,” she purred, “just watch.”

Once she was sure he was secured to the chair, she hopped up & took a seat on the bed.

“It’s such a shame you had to make me tie you up. We could have had fun together.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

She looked down at her nails, admiring the deep red shade before turning her attention back to Drake. A sinister expression on her face.

“Well,” she began, “if you weren’t all tied up, maybe you could be doing this.”

Natasha ran her left hand slowly down her collarbone, making its way to her shoulder. Her long nails raking over her soft, glimmering skin. As her fingers toyed with the thin lace straps of the barely there bra, he suffered over controlling his emotions. All he wanted to do was put his lips on her silky skin.

One strap down.

She went over to the other side and mimicked her actions. It took just seconds but for Drake it was like watching it all in slow-motion.

Second strap down.

Natasha seductively pushed all her hair back and both her hands undid the claps on the now useless garment. She popped it off with no problem, eyes squinted, lips slightly parted. Drake could feel his breathing getting heavy as she threw the clothing haphazardly to the floor.

“Is that so?” he spoke.

His voice filled with want & seduction.

“Well yeah. Or maybe you could have…you know…taken these…off.”

Standing up, she turned away, giving his a wonderful view of her backside. Looking back at him, she slid the lace garment down her thighs painstakingly slow. As they fell to the floor, she kicked them off her extravagant heels and slowly bent down the pick the item up. Playing with the thin fabric between her fingers for a few moments, she turned around quickly flinging her panties in his direction landing safely in his lap. He paid them no mind as the view in front of him was harder to take his eyes off.

Back on the bed, Natasha sighed.

“You know, you're not the only one who has to suffer when you misbehave. I have to do everything myself.”

Was she really about to do this? Natasha, let her hands roam her body for a while, groping at her voluptuous curves. She let her hands trace down the middle of her stomach, falling in between her thighs. Licking her lips, she spread her legs, letting a single finger dip slowly into womanhood.

He gulped hard, trying to force the lump in his throat down. Watching her as she slid her slender fingers in & out of her wetness was simply orgasmic. The soft whimpers that escaped her lips were the sweetest sound he had ever heard. He struggled against his bonds, but to no avail. Her knots would not loosen. He was forced to watch her pleasure herself. Drake let out a frustrated sigh, causing Natasha to stop & look at him.

“What’s wrong?” she inquired. “Don’t you like the show?”

“Not as much as being a part of it.” he told her.

She looked down at the sizable bulge in his pants & smiled.

“Someone looks like he needs my attention.”

She got up & stalked over to him slow…painfully slow…& plopped down in his lap.

Her nails raking down his chest.

“What are you going to do with me?” he implored, his breathing heavy.

Natasha giggled.

“I'm going to have some fun.” She giggled.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Her lips were mere centimeters from him, plump & luscious.

He held his breath as she let her nose nudge lovingly against his. Her lips were slightly parted, her sweet breath falling on his mouth. He leaned his head back, lips pursed, awaiting her advances. She let her lips touch his, feathering against them ever so lightly before smiling.

“Does Papi want a kiss?” she moaned, lips still pressed against his.

He nodded slowly, a shudder of a breath released from his body. She licked her lips, letting the wetness of her tongue touch him.

“Too bad.”

Without warning, she tore his shirt open. She raked her pointy talons across his chest, leaving tiny scarlet marks on his skin. She looked down at them for a moment before placing her lips there. She licked & sucked on his skin as she crawled out of his lap & down onto her knees. Drake shivered as Natasha bit the skin just below his navel while unzipping his pants. She tip toed her fingers back up to the waistband of his Polo boxer briefs, pulling them down in the front.

“Oh my.” She gasped.

Natasha reached in, pulling out his hard member, stroking it a little. Drake was in heaven, closing his eyes & gnawing on his lip as she touched him. The thought of having so much power to manipulate his body excited Natasha. He was her puppet & she loved to see him dance. With a smile, she stuck her tongue out & tasked his skin.

Drake let out a long hissing sound. The sensation of Natasha lapping at his body like a kitten to warm milk was excruciatingly wonderful. He never wanted her to stop; he didn’t dare take his eyes off her. Natasha looked him in his eyes as she took him into her mouth. He jumped at the feeling of her lips closing around him, fearing that her teeth might follow. But they didn’t; only the warmth of her mouth surrounded him. He couldn’t take it anymore he had to touch her; he had to pull her hair, caress her face…he had to do something. He was done playing her game.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled his wrists free of the silk prison, splintering the wooden arms of the chair in the process. He gripped her hair tightly & forced her head up, making it level with his. Natasha was breathing heavy, shocked by the sudden shift of power. It was his turn to smirk. He looked at her with mischievous eyes before speaking.

“My turn.”

He lifted her over his shoulder, carrying her to the bed & throwing her down. Natasha watched tentatively as he removed the already shredded shirt & tossed it to the side with such force; she could see the muscle in his bicep flex. She arched her leg, the heel of her foot dragging up the linen slowly as she leaned back on her elbows. He undid the gold buckle of his Hermes belt furiously before letting it jangle down around his ankles. She smiled, taking him in, in all of his glory. He thought he had power, but this was what she had wanted all along; a struggle. To get him angry enough that they would fight until only one of them would be left standing, the other left helpless & panting.

He wasted no time crawling in between her legs, gripping her thighs & forcing her down the bed until her wet lips met his. With no time for slow progression, he let his fingers slide into her pumping swiftly as he licked her pearl. It felt so good. Her hips were elevated, never wanting to break contact with him. Whenever he tried to move away, she dug the heel of her stiletto into his shoulder blade, keeping him in place. Drake was getting tired of her trying to continue to control this situation. He thought he had shown her when he freed himself that he was in charge, but she continued to try to assert her dominance. The only thing she seemed to respond to was pain or him being rough with her. So, very gently, he took her bundle of nerves between his teeth & held it there.

Natasha screamed out, sitting up on her arms again. The feeling of his teeth on her made her panic. Drake raised a brow at her.

“Oh, I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration?” he inquired.

“Why would you do that? I never told you, you could use your teeth.”

“I thought I told you I was running this now?”

Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Only thing you run is your mouth.”

“Oh really now?”

“Really.”

She would regret saying that.

Drake gripped her wrist & yanked her back up on her feet, marching her back over to the chair.

“Bend over.” He ordered.

“Make me.” She taunted.

Drake brought his hand up & then down, slapping her rear. Natasha moaned, her knees nearly buckling from the pleasure that surged up her spine. She always enjoyed a good spanking.

“Bend. Over.” He said again.

Natasha obliged.

Wasting no more time, Drake forced himself inside her, causing her to scream out. It hurt, but would she ever ask him to stop?

Never.

She held onto the chair, trying to retain some leverage as he pummeled into her. She loved what he was giving her, but Natasha had never been one to just take it. She was throwing her weight back on him with his every stroke.

“You just don't quit, do you?” he panted, his fingers like a vice grip on her hips.

She looked back at him.

“I don't submit.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.”

He bent his knees slightly, positioning himself underneath her before entering her again, slow this time, letting her feel each inch until finally, he hit her pleasure center. She mewled at the feeling of him hitting that sensitive spot. She bent her leg, letting it rest on the seat of the chair. Drake couldn’t have that. He slapped her backside once more.

“Don’t cheat. Stand up! Don't submit, remember?”

She jerked forward as his hand fell down on her again. It was harder than the one before. She was sure there would be a mark. She couldn’t take it. He continued to move slow, making her insides quiver with delectation. She wanted what he was trying to give her. She tried to throw herself back on him again, but this time, he stopped her.

“No more of that.”

“W-what?”she stuttered.

He gripped her hair, pulling her up until her head was against his chest.

“The only way you get what you want is if I decide to give it to you. Understand?”

“Yeah.”

He smiled at the opportunity that had presented itself.

“Yes…..what?”

“Yes, Papi.”

He pumped into her a little faster.

“What’s my name?”

She moaned at the sound of his voice.

“Papi.”

His name oozing out from between her lips. Again he asked her, moving even faster.

“What’s my name?”

She was panting now, her entire body flushed with the heat of pleasure.

“Papi.”

They continued this back & forth until she was nearly screaming. Her legs wouldn’t hold much longer, she was shaking. Drake knew that her orgasm was coming & there would be nothing he could do to stop it. So he wanted to give her everything he had, thrusting hard to prepare for his finishing move.

“You wanna cum now?” he said into her ear.

“Yes! Oh my GOD yes!” she cried.

Her flesh was beginning to tighten around him. This was it.

“WHATS.”

One.

“MY.”

Two.

“NAME.”

And she sang his name over & over. So loud that he was sure it could be heard miles from here. When the words became moans & the moans became short breaths, he released her waist, letting her slink down to the floor where she was nothing more than a puddle at his feet.

Looking down at her, he felt a twinge of regret. Maybe he was too hard on her. Could he have been too rough? Maybe. But the exasperated expression on her face as she lay breathless with her head balanced on the chair said that she had gotten what she was looking for. Either way, he wasn’t done with her. But he would be sure to be gentle.

He picked her up, letting her wrap her legs loosely around his waist, & walked over to the bed. He sat down slowly, letting his erection enter her one more time. She couldn’t even find the energy to produce sound, simply panting lightly as Drake used his hands to guide her up & down his shaft. Her fingers made their way up the back of his neck as his lips were at her collar bone, kissing softly.

After a while, she found the energy to get on her knees & wind her hips against him. She moved in sync with him until they could both feel the heat of eruption rising within them. She wasn’t sure she could take it. Her body was feeling weak with desire & she wasn’t sure if she would be able to remain this close to him once pleasure took its hold on her. She leaned in close, whispering in his ear.

“Hold me.”

Drake wrapped his strong arms around her, keeping her to him until the feeling was too great & they came; chest to chest, lips to lips. All the while, the littered sweet sentiments of their affection in the air.

“I love you…”

“I love you, too…”

Once their orgasm had passed, Drake laid back on the bed, letting her rest her head over his beating heart. She nuzzled close to him, eyes closed. He brought his hand to her back, tracing invisible patterns on her skin.

“Natasha?” he said, wondering if she was still awake.

She shook her head gently.

“No…just Nicki.” She answered sweetly.

“I missed you” He said softly.

She could feel in her heart that his simple words were sincere. “I missed you too.”

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