"This place is so fucking warm" Bram complained.
He was in a luxury hotel room and currently he was tied spread-eagled on the bed after finding out his girlfriend was working for the KGB. Most people would have considered the heat to be the least of his problems but that didn't stop him bitching about it. He continued to stare longingly at the large window wishing it open.
Bram hadn't expected the warmth of all things. As far as he was concerned Russia was supposed to be a frozen wasteland and here he was being boiled alive.
"I expected torture but this is a bit extreme don't you think. How can you not be burning too?" he whined.
She tried to ignore him so he tried again.
"Hurting yourself just to hurt me, its not healthy." He said sagely as if imparting great wisdom. Teasing her was his habit.
Natasha threw a pillow at him. She would have preferred to throw something a little harder but she wasn't paying attention to what she was picking up, she just grabbed the closest solid object.
Responding to him was her habit.
She hurried as she searched the room trying to find it. She just had to grab it and get out of here.
"I thought Russians could deal with the cold."
"We deal with it very well by wearing warm clothes outside and having proper heating inside." She snapped back at him. Part of her knew that he was just trying to distract her but she couldn't help herself. He really knew how to get under her skin.
"You know your problem is you always need to get the last word. Its why it would never have worked out anyway."
She fumed at him but managed to remain silent.
Then she paused as an idea crossed her mind. She could gag him!
Looking around she tried to find something quickly. The place was a mess with clothes strewn everywhere, opened board games and even a box of cables and wires in the corner that Bram had insisted on bringing. Neither of them were very clean people but this level of mess was impressive. She had half wondered if Bram had been trying to make a mess in order to hide it better. As she scanned the room nothing really looked suitable for a gag, things were the wrong shape, he would be able to spit it out etc till she saw-
It made her cringe but she supposed it would do. Grabbing some of her panties which she had dropped on the ground the day before she pounced onto the bed next to him.
"Wha-GGRABBBAH" he groaned as she stuffed her smelly underwear in his mouth.
Then she stuck her tongue out at him just a few inches from his face.
Feeling much better she went back to searching.
Over the next hour she looked through every pile of clothes in the room. She went through the pockets and checked it wasn't in the folds of the fabric. She looked in every drawer and under the furniture. She looked in the bathroom and the main bedroom. She searched each and every corner of their room and the en suite. She searched and searched and eventually she just gave up.
She had wanted to find it on her own but to her frustration she had to accept that it was not going to happen. She had to get the information from him.
"Pah pah-" Bram panted and spat when she pulled the panties from his mouth.
"Did you find it yet?" he smirked at her in that way which she both hated and loved at the same time.
"Oh very funny, no I didn't now tell me where the fuck it is!"
"I don't know what you are talking about, your clearly looking for something but I can't imagine what." He feigned innocence. Sometimes Natasha though that his sarcastic tone of voice and his normal tone were starting to sound the same since he overused it so much.
"Well it looks like we will have to do this the hard way, I have been trained by the KGB to make men talk." Her tone of voice started to change as she said this becoming more seductive and she let her accent become stronger. There was no more pretending now anyway.
She picked up the panties that were formally in his mouth and started to move her hand slowly along his naked chest. The smooth material slid along his skin and down towards his cock, griping it tightly. She was dressed herself of course, and she took her time to enjoy the feeling of having her former lover at the disadvantage. Here he was at her mercy and she was going to have her fun this time.
She started to move her hand until it was stroking his cock through the soft fabric of the panties.
Up and down, up and down.
"You know you were holding out on me while we were together weren't you. You are way better at this than you let on-"
She gripped a bit tighter causing him visible discomfort and cutting him off mid sentence.
"Oh, so the solution to make you shut up is pain is it? I should have realised long ago."
She leaned over him so that he could see down her shirt just a little while continuing her stroking on his cock.
His breathing started to become heavier and she could see the pleasure of his approaching orgasm all over his face. Then suddenly she stopped and applied pressure at the base of his cock tightly causing him to yelp.
She had stopped him just as he was on the edge of orgasm, leaving him frustrated. Then she waited a minute and began softly stroking him again.
"Come on woman! I don't even know what you are looking for."
"Well I guess we will have to keep going at this all day then. Because I am not stopping until I get the answers I need."
She continued her stroking with the panties up and down his shaft. He was leaking precum now and it was getting all over her underwear, but this meant it was being rubbed on his dick and was acting like a lube to make the stroking even more pleasurable.
"Are you going to co-operate?" she spoke softly while gripping a big stick.
