Away went her shirt and her beloved vest. She had promised Natasha that she would be careful with it. As if Yelena would risk anything happening to the vest. And now here they were. In retrospect, she wondered if her sister and the seemingly knowing way she was asking about Will meant anything. But that was impossible. Even she hadn’t predicted this turn of events.
With jeans unbuttoned and the overshirt being undone, Yelena had been ready to drop to her knees. It was what she was used to. Except the attention being paid to her neck was so pleasantly distracting. Her hands automatically traveled up into his hair, as he dragged his teeth along her skin, sending delicious shivers coursing through her body. Yelena moaned, her hands curling into double fistfuls of dark hair. Not conducive to her prior plans.
But maybe he intended to take her bent over the rowboats stacked inside the shed. It would be smart, being tucked away and out of open view to anyone who might have their room windows facing this side of the property. She couldn’t imagine another scenario in which the focus was her own pleasure rather than his. A Widow was skillful in performing all services, as the mission may dictate.
And then there were the expectations after the missions. After Natasha defected and left the fold, Dreykov declared Melina’s research ready to field test. He couldn’t have more deserters. As she explained to her sister, chemical subjugation meant the subjects were awake for every part of it, unlike the cruder methods of control like what was used on the Winter Soldier. Fully conscious and no choices. And it was difficult to know which part was her. She liked the freedom of choices here and now, but even then the instinct to submit and please was deep rooted.
His hands were busied with undoing her pants now. She didn’t have any supplies and she would be surprised if he brought along anything either. This was not the type of fishing she intended to do, though she was clearly more successful. “It’s okay,” she said, trying to reassure. “I’m clean.” She hasn’t had any sexual contact since the Red Room, after which Melina had every Widow thoroughly checked out medically. “And… I can’t get pregnant.”