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Resolving Tensions

Clarke and Lexa had danced around each other for months now, their unresolved sexual tension quite clearly showing in their heated arguments. Skaikru had begrudgingly agreed to a treaty with the Grounders' coalition after the unexpected turn of events at Mountweather. Clarke could not honestly say she wasn't still somewhat miffed about the stunt Lexa pulled on her. She pretended to have accepted Emerson's deal and pulled her army back, only to have them channelled into the mountain again completely flooding the mines. The mountain had no chance. Every single skaikru prisoner was escorted out of the mountain, unharmed.

Yet Clarke was pissed. Pissed at Lexa for making her go through the heartache of betrayal. Even if only for an hour. Rationally she knew it was the right decision. Lexa most likely saved the lives of hundreds of her warriors who would have been shot had they went along with the original plan. But that did not make her want to punch Lexa less. Or spank her at the very least. The fact that she also wanted to kiss the brunette senseless right afterwards was resolutely ignored.

Clarke had become ambassador to the Skaikru and took up permanent residence in Polis. As customary, she received a room in the Commander's tower. What was not customary, however, was that unlike the ambassadors of other clans, she received one of the guest rooms on Lexa's level, entirely cut off from the rest of them. Lexa had initially explained it away by wanting to protect Clarke, arguing that the twelve clans were still distrustful of the sky people. It was a fair argument at first, but now that trade was picking up among the clans and they had relative peace, Clarke had the occasional thought that it might be inappropriate.

“Clarke. This so called 'democracy' of yours is pure insanity manifested!” Lexa ground out between her teeth. “I can only do so much to suppress the displeasure of the clans as it is....” they were dangerously close to a revolt and she was sure Clarke knew it judging by the occasional insecure glint in her eye when the topic came up. “Your people have had three different Chancellors within the span of six months!” She reminded the blonde. She was rather disappointed when realization did not dawn immediately in those blue eyes fixed on her.

“What the bloody hell does that mean? You're saying that as if the leaders of your clans aren't bloody assassinated on a regular basis!” Clarke spat back, walking straight into Lexa's personal space. It was inappropriate and dangerous. Clarke knew that. She stood so close to Lexa she could feel the brunette's breath on her face. It thrilled her that, when in private, Lexa backed down enough to allow her to corner her each and every time, yet somehow, after being backed into some hard surface, she never caved in. Warm forest green eyes infallibly pierced hers, holding her gaze steadily.

“That is exactly the point, Clarke! They are assassinated. When my people are displeased with their leaders they dispose of them. Permanently. What is the proof that your 'elected' and then 'discarded' leaders will not start an internal rebellion? How do you know that they will not tear Skairkru into numerous factions? Am I expected to broker a treaty with every group of twenty your people break up into? Will we end up having HALF of your people branded in my name? Do they still swear fealty to me even though they do not have anyone to follow them?” Lexa bit back aggressively. She was tired of the complication Skaikru's internal turmoil posed on her already fragile coalition.

Although Clarke was loath to admit it, these were exactly her own fears as well. But she was there to be ambassador to her people, she had to at least attempt to argue for their interests. And yet. And yet their constant bickering was tiring her out. She wanted to run away from the exasperating duty of trying to keep her own damn people alive. And yet she stayed. Consciously she was not admit it, but part of her not only stayed out of a sense of duty but also because she abhorred the idea of losing Lexa's physical proximity. She hated the idea of moving out of the tower and trying to make a life without Lexa being such an integral part of it. Oh but how the brunette infuriated her.

“I don't bloody know!” Clarke growled. “We have NEVER been in this situation before...” she said, sounding almost defeated for a second. “Besides. What the hell do you expect from me? I can't very well march in there and murder half of them when they choose a new leader. How do you expect me to enforce tyranny on them?”

The question stung Lexa although she would never admit it out loud. 'Tyranny...' The word resonated inside her mind uncomfortably. It made her think of her own position in a light that she did not wish to see.

“Get. Out.” She ground out venomously. She had yet again shown weakness by allowing Clarke to corner her into a wall in her throne room, the cold concrete pressing against her back uncomfortably.

“No.” Clarke said hotly. She was not ready to back down from this fight.

When Lexa touched her shoulder she was prepared for their fight to go down various paths. She was aware that touching someone in the middle of a tense argument is the easiest way to provoke a fight but she desperately needed to get away from Clarke's body. The heat coming off of the blonde in waves was driving her insane.

What she had not prepared for was that her touch would immediately provoke Clarke to press her body flush against hers. Not a moment later there was a hand grabbing hold of the nape of her neck and lips were violently crashing against hers. It was not how she secretly imagined their first kiss but it was all the more electrifying because of the element of surprise.

Reason all but gone out the window both women fought for control. Hands roamed greedily, tearing at clothing just enough to reach skin while they fiercely bit, licked and sucked, devouring each other, unbridled passion consuming them.

It was Clarke who managed to open Lexa's pants faster and unceremoniously shoved a hand down it, delighted at the sheer volume of liquid her fingers found. An animalistic side came to life deep within her belly and she let go of Lexa's lips long enough to suck an earlobe between her own. It was all she could do to avoid biting down on the soft flesh presented to her. Letting go of the soft skin after a moment she growled into Lexa's ear “I am so going to fuck you against the wall”

Lexa vaguely registered a thought, wondering if she should protest at how Clarke displayed such blatant domination but before she could form a coherent thought she found herself spun to face the wall, her face pushed into the hard surface. The feeling of the cold and rough wall against her heated cheek felt exciting and she could not suppress the deep moan that tore from her throat.

'Mmmmmm, you like that, don't you?' Clarke thought with a thrill, spurred on by Lexa's reaction which seemed to form a direct link with her own core, materializing in the form of molten heat. Encouraged by the positive reception Clarke dragged the pants further down her thighs, just enough to give her proper room to manoeuvrer and kicked Lexa's feet further apart before pressing her palm flat on the woman's core again.

The muffled groan told Clarke that she had not overstepped any boundaries. In fact, Lexa shamelessly thrust her backside out, her hips involuntarily twitching against the palm of her hand in their quest to find more friction.

Even though the sight itself nearly drove Clarke crazy it was not enough. She moulded her body against the twitching brunette's and as she brushed dark curls aside to gain access to her ear she found her hand instinctively twisting the locks around her fist, pulling just enough to rip another moan from Lexa's lips.

Lexa, on her part, was completely lost in the unfamiliar sensation. Her brain refused to work, all but shut down completely as she savoured this unprecedented loss of control. Much to her own shock, it thrilled her beyond anything she experienced in the past. She did not have much time to dwell on this, however, because Clarke's assaulted her ear again and demanded what little attention she could muster.

“Do you like this, Heda?” Clarke purred into her ear, using her title to contrast her obvious lack of control in the situation. Emboldened by the grounder's out of control breathing and twitching the blonde pushed the thin material of her panties aside and allowed a single finger to rest flat against her soaked skin, the tip of her finger pressed against her opening.

The tantalizing promise of penetration nearly drove Lexa into a frenzy as she tried to shove her body deeper into Clarke's, only to find that she could barely move. The blonde had effectively pinned her between her body and the wall. The pulsing heat she felt on her back and the cold pressing against her cheek and hands sent a shiver down her spine and much to her dismay her voice broke when she attempted to speak “Y-yes....” She almost said please but in a last bid for dignity she refused to beg.

“Yes, what?” Clarke asked. “I want you to say it.” she instructed boldly. In a moment of weakness she allowed Lexa to grind against her finger for just a moment before she stilled her body with her own.

“Clarke...” Lexa gasped. Please almost tumbled from her lips again, but she bit down on them. 'I will not beg...I will not beg.'

“I won't do it until you say it.” Clarke said and to prove her point she released the soft pressure she had on the woman's slit and put just enough distance between her finger and Lexa's slick skin to force a disgruntled groan from the woman.

Locked in a battle of wills, Lexa could do nothing but hang onto her last bastion, biting down on her bottom lip. The blonde was driving her insane but the torture was a luxurious new experience.

Clarke angled her lips closer to her prey's ear and whispered. “I want you...” she bit the earlobe sharply “to tell me....” before soothing the sting with soft kisses “that you want me to fuck you.” She thrust her hips forward colliding with the deliciously firm naked ass pressed against her, forcing her finger against the drenched skin again only for a moment before pulling it away again.

“Tell me, Heda, tell me and I'll fuck you until your legs collapse under you” Clarke whispered, sucking the skin just behind Lexa's ear between her lips, her head firmly held in place with a fistful of hair tugging it sharply to the side.

“Ugh...god.. Clarke... please” Lexa breathed finally, giving in to her desire. “Fuck me....I...” she said, breath coming out in ragged puffs “I need you to fuck me. Please....” She realized it was only difficult to say it for the first time. Once the dam broke, desperate pleas for release spilled from lips.

For a fraction of a moment she panicked when Clarke withdrew not only her hand from between her legs but put the merest fraction of a distance between them. But the agonized groan froze on her lips and transformed into the deepest moan when two fingers unceremoniously thrust deep into her from behind.

Sharp slick sounds filled the throne room obscenely as Clarke stayed true to her word and proceeded to fuck Lexa right into the wall. Finding leverage through the hand she still had bunched into brunette's dark locks Clarke angled her fingers in a way that the tips of her fingers would graze Lexa's sweet spot with each thrust. Her undivided attention focused on every gasp and groan that erupted from Lexa, it did not take long for Clarke to reduce the commander of the twelve clans into a shivering mess pressed against the wall of her own throne room.

Just when Clarke was about to take mercy on the woman she spotted Lexa's hand trailing from the wall suspiciously towards her core. 'Oh no you don't!' Clarke thought. Although she had not said it out loud she expected the woman to take whatever she dished out. Her orgasm was Clarke's to gift on Lexa when she deemed fit.

The blonde did two things at the same time, that, Lexa would never admit, shocked the brunette for a fraction of a second. She tore her fingers from Lexa's core and delivered an unrestrained slap against the bared ass cheek she spent the better part of the last minutes staring at. With reflexes Clarke did not know she possessed she moved in before the movement could even register in Lexa's mind and she grabbed the offending hand that dared to move from the wall.

“I don't remember letting you do that.” She whispered into the woman's ear in pretence anger. “Your release is mine” She continued, delighted by the shiver she could feel running down Lexa's spine even through all these layers of clothing. “Say it.” Clarke demanded, her lips deliberate grazing the sensitive skin under Lexa's ear.

“M..my release is yours” Lexa breathed out, her brain barely functioning enough to get the words out between harsh breaths. Her heart was racing and she was not sure if it was from the fucking or the spanking she just received.

“Damn right it's mine. And if your hands so much as move from this exact position without permission” Clarke said mock-threateningly as she planted both of the woman's palms flat against the wall just above her head “I will spank your ass until it is so sore and red you'll have trouble sitting tomorrow.” Clarke promised. She was, in fact, not quite confident in her own abilities to deliver on that promise but she had a feeling she wouldn't need to.

“Yes” was the breathy reply Clarke got from a still panting Lexa.

Satisfied with her answer Clarke crouched behind the brunette to inspect her handiwork and was not disappointed. Apparently she slapped Lexa's ass hard enough that there was a red imprint on the woman's right ass cheek. To her satisfaction, Lexa also appeared to enjoy their interaction as she was even more soaked than before. If that was even possible. Clarke could see a thick trail of wetness literally dripping from her core right onto her already ruined panties. The blonde was tempted to discard her original plan and devour the delicious looking woman right there but just managed to restrain her raging desire. There would be time for that later. Lexa appeared to enjoy this far too much to ruin it now.

Standing up again she quickly pressed herself flush against the trembling woman and this time entered her from the front, two fingers disappearing in her effortlessly while her palm slid against wet folds. The moment she started vigorously flexing her fingers against Lexa's slick walls a guttural moan erupted from Lexa's lips so deep she almost thought it was a growl. The shivering shaking mess of a woman writhed under her and more than once Clarke saw her whole body twitch but she valiantly kept her hands firmly planted on the wall. 'Mmmm, Lexa likes obeying orders, does she?' Clarke filed that bit of information away for later use.

“ Clarke....please...please let me come....please” Lexa literally begged with abandon. The brunette had long foregone her pride as her hips desperately chased after her release.

When the blonde finally took pity on the trembling and gasping woman she snaked her other arm around her as well and manoeuvred a single finger against her clit, her other hand keeping up its rhythm. “Mmmmm, come for me, Lexa, come for me” she whispered sweetly and warmly into her ear as she increased pressure on the quivering bundle of nerves under her finger.

It didn't take much for Lexa to become undone and she moaned without a shred of control, violently pressing her body against Clarke, hips jerking until her knees gave out and she collapsed to the ground. To Clarke's amazement, Lexa's hands never left the wall, not even when she fell to her knees, panting in exhaustion.

When her breathing had slowed down somewhat Clarke gently withdrew her hands from Lexa's core which was initially rewarded with more twitching and shuddering as she guided the breathless commander into her waiting arms. Whispering sweet nothings into her ear, peppering whatever skin she could reach with small kisses she eased the shaking woman into her lap, pressing her own back to the wall for support. Lexa's hands instinctively circled her waist and shoulders as she snuggled close, burying her face in the crook of Clarke's neck.

Hormones raging out of control and desperate for her own release, Clarke willed her own breathing to calm as she waited for the brunette to collect herself.

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It was some minutes later that Clarke finally felt Lexa's shivering and shaking body relax on her lap. She cooed sweetly into her ear, one hand securely draped across her shoulders, holding her in place, the other stroking the damp curls on the top of her head in a steady rhythm.

When Lexa finally moved from her cocoon, just enough to meet Clarke's eyes, neither knew what to say at first. Both of them felt extremely vulnerable in that moment, that much was unmistakably clear from the slightly unsure glint in their eyes, from their hesitancy to speak first. But there was something else charging the moment. Lexa saw such tenderness in Clarke's eyes that she felt her anxiety ebb away as she gazed into the blonde's sky blue eyes. Clarke held her gaze steadily while she continued to shower her with small gestures of affection.

Finally, it was Lexa who broke the silence “That was...” only to stumble over the words, not quite sure how to describe the experience. It was exhilarating, freeing, terrifying and massively satisfying all at the same time.

“Amazing? Intense? Beautiful?” Clarke supplied some of the words that came to her mind.

“That too.” Lexa replied with a nod and a small smile. “Have you ever done this before?”

'”Not so heavily, no.” Clarke admitted. “At least, not the power play part. I did some experimenting with one partner. And I have my share of experience on the physical side...” She said with a smirk “But I've fantasized about the dominance part more than I've actually done it.” She answered truthfully. All the while her hands never left Lexa, one still solidly hugging the brunette against her body, the other gently caressing whatever body part she could reach. “And you?”

“Never.” There were unspoken words behind Lexa's eyes, words she dared not voice just yet. She had neither had the courage nor the appropriate partner before to be able to let go like that. Her whole life was about complete domination. Ruthlessness. Everything else was weakness. Every single person she knew would likely say this was weakness too. They would expect reversed roles from them. If any at all. Love was weakness. They wouldn't understand why it was so freeing to Lexa. Why she craved it again just minutes after it was over. No one would understand the sheer level of trust she poured into Clarke when she allowed her to dominate her the way she did.

Clarke patiently waited for Lexa to collect her thoughts. Find the words for the emotions she saw swirling in those captivating forest green eyes. She had a vague idea what this might have meant for the brunette still snuggled in her lap but she needed to hear it from her. And for that she knew she had to be patient. When she experimented with that one lover on the Ark – just before she had been incarcerated – they talked a great deal afterwards especially when she had been on the receiving end. She quickly discovered that she preferred to be on the giving end but for that she had to receive first to learn. Still she could do both if the mood was built up correctly. These were things she knew she'd have to clarify with Lexa especially as she turned out to be completely inexperienced in power play.

“I've never felt so alive.” Lexa admitted finally, glancing between them as shame washed over her for the briefest of moments. She composed herself almost immediately and raised her eyes once again to check for any sign of mockery from the blonde. Any sign that the woman thought less of her, thought her weak for her desires. When she found compassion and tenderness instead, she felt the knot in her stomach release.

Clarke leaned in and gently pressed her lips against Lexa's temple. There was a borderline unpleasant ache between her legs but seeing how this was the brunette's first experience with such dynamics she was resigned to much cuddling and conversation and very little sex.

“I really enjoyed this too” She said in a flirtatious tone. “Do you... do you think you'd maybe want to explore this further me with?” She asked almost shyly, hope shining in her eyes that the answer would be yes. Oh what she wouldn't give if Lexa wanted such a relationship with her.

For a brief moment Lexa's eyes widened as realization hit her. “Oh god, you haven't even.. I'm sorry, I forgot...” She jumbled the words together almost incoherently as she tried to angle her body slightly differently as if trying to get a better look at the woman whom she had used as a cushion for the better part of half an hour.

It took Clarke some moments to piece together what might have crossed Lexa's mind to put her such a state of worry. Then it hit her. ' Lexa was worried about me not getting any! Well... not that I would mind... ' Her mind raced as she attempted to soothe the beautiful brunette fidgeting in her arms. “Shush” She said just before pressing their lips together in a kiss she hoped was reassuring. “It's okay, Lexa. That's not what I meant. I don't mind cuddling and talking for now. Aftercare is extremely important, especially in the beginning.”

“Aftercare?” Lexa frowned at the unfamiliar word.

“Yes...that's...what Sophia, the woman I gained my experience from called it. When we talk about the things that happened. The things it made us feel. You were on the receiving end and from what I gather it was a first for you. It's super important to talk afterwards so I can learn you. Know what was good and what wasn't. I'm dying to know your thoughts, your feelings.” Clarke said in a reassuring manner, rubbing the brunette's back in a circular motion to get her to relax again. She tensed up when she thought she had neglected her and she never quite eased up since.

Lexa worried at her bottom lip for a moment, debating on whether she should open up to the sky girl so much. It wasn't easy from her position. Even the slightest hint of weakness could provoke her subjects to test her, see if her power can be taken. But one glance in Clarke's steady gaze told her that she could trust this woman. If anyone at all, she could trust her.

“I felt so vulnerable. But in a good way. I felt completely exposed.” Lexa's words started spilling from her lips, giving Clarke a detailed account of the emotions that played inside her head. The blonde listened attentively, filing away important details. “ It was exhilarating because I knew Titus could barge in at any given moment.” Clarke sucked in a sharp breath when she realized how precarious their position was when Lexa mentioned Titus, how dangerous it was for them to be still seated like that in the Throne room of all places.

“Lex” Clarke said, her mind not exactly registering the nickname “I'd love to continue this talk and I really hate dragging you out of this mind frame but perhaps it would be best if we could continue this in your rooms?” Clarke said somewhat urgently, gesturing towards the general direction of their laps, indicating Lexa's less than dignified state of undress.

The moment the doors to Lexa's private chambers closed behind them they melted into an embrace, softly kissing. They were fortunate enough to avoid meeting a single soul and thus Clarke hoped that the mood was not completely broken. The dull ache between her legs was still faintly there.

Taking the initiative again she started manoeuvring them towards the bed, gently but confidently guiding Lexa backwards. Her mind reeled with possibilities, wondering about the best way to coax Lexa back into that wonderfully submissive mind frame where she yielded to her without a care in the world.

Deciding to go for a more physically demanding approach, which seemed to work for the brunette the last time, Clarke pushed Lexa past the bed, right against the door frame and thoroughly plundered her mouth. To her delight the brunette was quite receptive of her advances and surrendered her lips easily enough, enthusiastically keeping pace with Clarke.

Hands roamed everywhere and when Lexa's hips started flexing against the thigh Clarke kept snuggled between her legs the blonde decided to test the waters. “I want you” she said around a kiss then sucked Lexa's plump bottom lip into her mouth, pulling on it sharply with her teeth “to kneel for me.”

When Lexa silently stared at her with large round doe eyes she almost chickened out but when the brunette did nothing else to disengage and flee she realized that the woman might just be playing stubborn. 'Or perhaps she's not playing. Kneeling can't be that easy for her...' Clarke thought absent mindedly as she took half a step back, taking care to not actually increase the distance between them. This required her to overbalance and support herself on the door frame with one hand while the other suddenly dragged Lexa's hips further up her thigh, tilting her balance in the process as well. “Are you going to be difficult about this?” She asked with a raised eyebrow, her tone much more confident than she actually felt on the inside. She tried to keep it deliberately flirtatious lest she should scare the brunette away. When she didn't receive an immediate response she released her captive's hip and smacked her ass lightly, starting the movement from the wrist. “When I ask a question I expect a prompt answer, Lexa. Is that clear?”

“Yes” Came the breathy response. This simple action confirmed in Clarke's mind that Lexa was indeed very sensitive to her backside and smacking it seemed to work for her.

“I want you” Clarke repeated her earlier command “to kneel.” She said the words seductively and slowly, her strict steely eyes boring into hers.

“I can't” the answer was delivered promptly as requested but it was not the answer Clarke expected. Or rather, a small part of her hoped for this exact response, but it was not her end goal. The brunette looked sheepish, almost worried but she did nothing to distance herself. The way she clung to Clarke made it clear that she wanted this but was unable to give in that easily.

“I see.” Clarke said matter of factly. “Well... I'll just have to teach you then.” She said, her lips twisting into a predatory smile. “Strip from the waist down.” She said, smacking Lexa's jeans-clad ass one more time, harder than before. She retreated all the way to the other side of the door frame to give the woman room to undress, looking at her expectantly. It pleased her when Lexa did as she was told after only a moment's hesitation.

The moment her panties joined her pants on the ground Clarke took a step forward and surprised the brunette by turning her around, pushing her face first against the wall again. She allowed her hands to roam, fingers dipping under her top to caress taut stomach muscles. Her hips ground into Lexa's ass which she reciprocated with obvious enthusiasm.

Clarke moulded their bodies together and enveloped Lexa in a tight hug from behind to whisper in her ear. “If it gets too much and you need to stop, your escape word is 'kwelnes' (weakness). I'll stop whatever I am doing the moment that word leaves your mouth. Do you understand?”

Lexa nodded in agreement, and when Clarke leaned back she could see the brunette's eyes were half closed, her lips parted. That was not good enough. She grabbed some of her hair and pulled it to the side to make the woman twist her head backwards and look at her. “Lexa. Do you understand?” She emphasized the question, saying each word slowly and stared at her intently until the words penetrated the fog around her brain.

“Yes, my escape word is kwelnes.” Lexa repeated in a slightly breathy voice.

Trusting the brunette that she truly understood, Clarke stepped back again and issued her next command. “Stand by the footboard of the bed. Feet apart, both hands holding onto the bed.”

She was pleased when this command was followed without hesitation even if the result was not exactly what she had in mind. Lexa stood too close to the bed, not bent forward enough for what she had in mind. 'Is she playing with me or is this an honest mistake?' Clarke wondered as she followed the brunette.

“Take two steps back. I want you leaning forward more.” She commanded, getting into the right mind frame herself. “Feet further apart” she added, getting a thrill out of seeing the powerful young woman comply with whatever she said. When Lexa had sufficiently leaned in it left her glorious backside on full display and Clarke couldn't help but stare at her prize for just a moment longer. Lexa's firm ass was thrust out in a sinfully inviting manner, emphasizing its tight roundness.

When her eyes had their fill Clarke stepped closer and gently ran her hand all over the offered flesh lulling the waiting brunette into the sensation before suddenly smacking her ass. Lexa twitched in surprise and Clarke could hear her sharp intake of breath even through the loud snap of her palm connecting to the smooth skin. “Since you can't kneel willingly, I'm going to teach you how.” Clarke said, almost purring in anticipation.

“Your hands are not to leave the footboard. Is that clear?” Clarke started laying out the rules.

“Yes.” Lexa said obediently.

“It'll be an easy enough lesson. You'll be counting and thanking me each strike. We'll start with fifteen. If you miss one we start from the beginning.” Clarke said deliberately not making it a question. She wanted to see if Lexa was going to be a brat and give her trouble or if her idea had the desired effect.

“Okay.” Lexa breathed, a shudder coursing through her body.

Not giving the brunette time to prepare she immediately smacked her ass, angling her hand in a way to make sure it stung.

“One. Thank you.” Lexa said.

“Thank you, what?” Clarke countered on a whim.

“Thank you Clarke?” Lexa tried, not sure what was expected of her.

“That will do.” Clarke said approvingly. 'For now.' Not giving much time for the woman to collect herself she delivered another smack to the same cheek.

“Two. Thank you Clarke” Lexa said, her voice not yet wavering. Another slap was delivered this time to the other cheek.

“Three. Thank you Clarke.” Lexa said obediently.

Deciding to play around a bit Clarke crouched and grabbed both ass cheeks, massaging them to soothe the sting. Her mouth watered at the sight of how wet Lexa already was. Standing before she gave in to temptation Clarke delivered another blow, harsher than before, taking joy in how the assaulted flesh bounced back and forth.

“Four. Thank you Clarke.” Lexa said promptly. 'Hm. Not that far gone yet, are you?' Clarke thought admiring her prey's focus but also taking up the challenge. She was determined to drive the woman mad with want.

Her next three blows came in rapid succession, not giving enough time for Lexa to count in between. Her right buttock started reddening quite nicely.

“Five, six, seven. Thank you Clarke.” Lexa said, somewhat out of breath. She had to bite her lips to suppress a groan that threatened to escape. She moved her hips up and down in a vain attempt to ease the stinging in her ass.

Inspired by the beautiful sight in front of her Clarke decided to strip herself. The rush of power she felt over the commander translated into an almost unbearable heat between her legs and she wanted to feel skin against her own. It didn't take her more than a few seconds to strip all of her clothing. She surprised the brunette when she leaned into her, allowing some of her body weight to press down on her lovely back, her crotch snuggled closely against her backside. Her skin was delightfully warm where it had been smacked repeatedly.

Clarke's hands travelled tantalizingly over the smooth skin of her thighs, fingers nearing where Lexa would have enjoyed the most but never quite reaching it. “Are you ready to kneel for me?” She whispered her question, dipping her hand between her legs obnoxiously as she did so.

“Ugh...Clarke...” Lexa moaned out but did not give a clear reply. Her reward was the loss of delicious contact and another harsh smack on her ass. Clarke appeared to prefer her right ass cheek which was starting to sting a lot more with each slap.

“uhm... seven..no eight. Thank you Clarke.” Lexa stumbled over her words, frantically trying to remember where they were. Clarke only smirked in response, pleased to hear that Lexa was becoming flustered.

“All you need to do to make it stop is kneel for me.” Clarke said sweetly before spanking Lexa again, this time on the left cheek.

“Nine. Thank you Clarke” Lexa said, her voice trembling but more in control than a moment ago. 'Oh that will not do.' Clarke thought, realizing that this mighty warrior would not crack quite so easily under the assault. Impulsively opting for a different tactic she allowed her fingers to delve into Lexa's impossibly wet folds to explore firmly.

“Oh god...” Lexa let out an unrestrained moan, her knees bucking from the unexpected contact. Her hips reflexively jerked, pushing herself into Clarke's hand.

Taking her hand away again Clarke quickly smacked the right cheek leaving a smudge of Lexa's wetness to glisten conspicuously on reddened skin. Immediately after, before Lexa could speak, she unceremoniously inserted two fingers inside of her, knowing that the woman was so ridiculously wet already that she couldn't possibly hurt her. She finger fucked the brunette with a lazy rhythm, grinning triumphantly when all that left Lexa's throat were unrestrained groans.

“Haven't you forgotten something?” She asked sweetly as she stilled her fingers inside of her.

“Fuck” Lexa cursed, her hips moving of their own accord in the hopes of creating that delicious friction again. “I'm sorry Clarke. I forgot where we were.” She said breathlessly, her voice coloured with something akin to shame at her blunder.

“uh oh.” Clarke said faking concern. “Aren't you a bad little girl, forgetting your orders like that...” She leaned over Lexa's trembling back again to whisper in her ear again. “Do you enjoy being fucked from behind that much?” She asked, pulling out and thrusting back sharply to illustrate her question.

“Yes! God! Clarke... please...” Lexa begged. She discovered that in this state of mind, the word easily tumbled from her lips sending a thrill down her spine each time.

“Please what?” Clarke asked as she withdrew again, smacking Lexa's ass only lightly, this angle not allowing for much force.

“ugh... please....fuck me... I need you so bad...” Lexa groaned shamelessly. Her pleading was rewarded with another smack, then a pause.

“I'm waiting.” Clarke said expectantly.

“Uh.... one. Thank you Clarke” the brunette moaned out, the blonde's name barely coherent through the mewling sound that erupted from her lips.

“Please....I'll do anything” Lexa moaned, not enough pride left in her to stop her from begging earnestly.

“I told you what I want you to do.” Clarke said sweetly, this time caressing Lexa's sweat soaked back under the shirt that still clung to her messily. “All you need to do is kneel for me.”

Clarke almost didn't believe her eyes, the thrill of triumph surged straight to her core as she finally saw Lexa bend her knees and slowly kneel in front of her. “That's my girl” She whispered lovingly into the brunette's ears as she allowed her fingers to slip out of her.

She quickly stepped between Lexa's arms making the woman look up at her from her kneeling position. She looked absolutely breathtaking. Her hair was soaking wet, clinging to her face and her eyes were dilated to a point that she could almost see no green in her irises. Clarke's hips jerked involuntarily at the sight. She leaned back against the footboard and spread her legs. “Eat me.” It was a simple command but one that sent a thrill down both of their spines.

Lexa had never felt so aroused in her entire life and she thought she would come just from the sight Clarke presented her. Her wetness trickled down her thighs liberally and her clit was protruding from within soft dark blonde curls. She dived in enthusiastically, eager lips sucking Clarke's clit into her mouth. “Ugh....god, Lexa!” Clarke groaned out grinding her hips against Lexa's face. She was so close, if the brunette didn't slow down she wouldn't last ten seconds. “Stop moving!” She commanded, gripping a fist full of brown hair as she did so. She angled her head in a way so that Lexa could look at her without taking her wonderful lips off her throbbing pussy.

“I need fingers inside. But you are not going to fuck me. You will go as deep as you can and curl your fingers repeatedly. Do you understand?” Clarke said, her voice breaking as she panted, barely holding onto her control. She held Lexa's face so firmly against her pussy that the woman could only nod. It was good enough at this point. “You will also touch yourself. Keep yourself on the edge. When I come on your face you can come too.” She said, relishing the filthy words. They seemed to do something for Lexa as well, her pupils had literally drowned out the colour of her eyes at this point. The brunette nodded her understanding again, and moved both hands as told. Another groan escaped Clarke as two strong fingers entered her. She stared into Lexa's eyes, hoping that her own conveyed not only the lust but the wonder this amazing creature stirred within her. “Suck me off” Clarke demanded as she threw a thigh over Lexa's shoulder to give the girl better access. She still had one hand firmly in place on her head, the other gripping the footboard for support.

She nearly came when Lexa obeyed, her wonderfully plump lips sucked at her clit with determination, fingers curling inside her just perfectly. She held on desperately, not sure if Lexa was close enough but another few seconds later she lost her battle against the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her muscles tightened around Lexa's fingers and she screamed her orgasm, her hips bucking into Lexa's mouth wildly.

Lexa followed her literally a second later. Her mouth was securely latched around the blonde's throbbing clit and the sounds she made, the fresh wave of musky liquid that drenched her face, combined with the delicious friction her fingers provided over her own bundle of nerves sent her tumbling over the edge like never before.

Clarke's muscles gave out as she rode her pleasure and she collapsed against Lexa, the powerful brunette kept her upright for a much needed few seconds before she fell in a messy heap on the carpet, dragging Lexa with her.

The two girls panted on the floor, clinging to one another, limbs intertwined. Their bodies twitched involuntarily, each sending a jolt down the other's spine, sending aftershocks to their cores. They laid there for a good while twitching and softly grinding against one another, incapable of uttering a single word.

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“Clarke” Lexa said in a warning tone “you are....not quite so new to our culture any more. I'm fairly sure if you think about it you'll know why you are in no position to ask for anything of the sort. I am by definition impartial and neither clans outrank the other under my reign” She was in full commander mode, her face a nearly blank mask. It was all a show for the other ambassadors seated around the throne room.

It was only her eyes that betrayed her and only to Clarke. The brunette stared holes into the Skaikru ambassador, her forest green eyes challenging the blonde to disagree with her in public. They both knew she chose her words very carefully, and the one perfectly shaped eyebrow arched in such a challenging look told Clarke that her gut feeling was indeed right. Those words were chosen with precision, meant to deliver a subtle hidden message to which only she would be privy.

“Apologies, Heda.” Clarke replied, stressing Lexa's title very subtly. Her chin was slightly angled downwards, her carefully controlled glare scorching the table she so intently stared at in perfectly orchestrated submission. “I did not mean to step out of line. I will endeavour to remember my position in the future.” There was no obvious sarcasm in her tone. They were simple words spoken, yet they felt like a dark promise only the two of them understood.

To the unsuspecting observer the scene unfolding would have been a straightforward one: the newest clan ambassador was overstepping a line and Heda was disciplining her. Rather softly if one cared to ask the opinion of most of the ambassadors. They were more accustomed to the harsher side of Heda. Watching a cheeky prick being kicked off the balcony tended to more effectively quell arguments than verbal warnings. Or so they thought. But who were they to question Heda's methods.

Only Clarke and Lexa knew exactly what had transpired. Lexa obnoxiously threw in Clarke's face the words Clarke herself had thrown at her when they were hiding from the pauna. She also chose the words rank and position deliberately to remind the blonde that outside of the privacy of the bedroom they needed to keep up this facade, rubbing Clarke's nose in it. In other words, Lexa was being a brat. Clarke's blood boiled at the thought that she couldn't immediately retaliate and discipline her bad, bad girl. It also told her a detailed story of exactly how cranky and riled Lexa must have felt. She was almost never this bratty with her, not even in public. It was almost like she was asking for it. Clarke zoned out for the rest of the meeting, mentally preparing for a gruelling session. 'The little brat needs to learn to ask nicely if she wants something.'

It was hours later when Lexa finally sighed in relief, knowing that her day was over. Meeting the ambassadors for the quarterly report on the various provinces was in and of itself a horrendous chore for Lexa. But being forced to then listen to supplicants for hours on end about petty squabbles drained her. 'Why couldn't they just live in peace with one another?'

Her muscles were sore and she kept making wide circles with her head, trying to loosen the tension in her neck as she waited for the elevator to ascend to her private floor. The only reason Lexa did not drag her feet was that she hoped Clarke would be finished with her day as well and they could at least cuddle.

She entered her bedchamber with a considerably lighter step, anxious to see the beautiful blonde who managed to capture her heart. However, it took her just one step inside to bring her to a complete stop. There were flower petals on the floor, arranged. It took her a moment to grasp their meaning which caused her heart to pick up speed. The flower petals formed a clear command. 'STRIP'. 'Fucking hell, am I in trouble...?' Lexa groaned internally, her mind flashing back to the ambassadors' meeting. She had all but forgotten about the little duel they had, having barely had time to think at all during the day.

“Was I not clear enough?” Came the disembodied voice of the blonde occupying Lexa's thoughts. Clearly she was displeased at Lexa's lack of haste to comply.

Green eyes scanned the dimly lit room and found Clarke's familiar silhouette casually lounging on the couch in front of the fireplace. She made a move to get closer but was abruptly halted with a non-verbal command. All Clarke had to do was raise her palm slightly to stop her in her tracks.

“You have been a bad girl, Lexa. A very bad girl. And now you are just compounding it.” Clarke commented, her tone changing from sharp to almost bored.

Lexa swallowed harder than she had meant to. Her brain was slowly catching up with what was happening and she finally moved to unbuckle her shoulder guard. Her top joined quickly and she was about to remove her pants, her fingers shaking slightly over her belt buckle in her haste to comply, when Clarke issued another command. “Stop. Get on your knees.”

The brunette did as she was told. She knew she had been asking for this earlier that day but now she was overwhelmed by the urgent need to be good. It became second nature to her to just want to please Clarke, her ultimate goal in life to be told that she was Clarke's good girl.

“Come here. On your knees.” Clarke instructed, pretending to be busy with whatever was in her lap, still not bothering to spare her more than a sideways glance to check how well her commands were followed. “Faster” came the impatient growl.

Lexa moved faster, wincing at the pain each impact of her knee caused. She was sure her knee caps would be bruised tomorrow. As she approached she recognized the items in Clarke's lap. Apparently she passed the time waiting for her by drawing.

When she was near enough Clarke moved to dispose of her art supplies and sat in the middle of the love seat in a more purposeful position. They both knew what was coming. The blonde sat with a straight back, both feet firmly planted on the ground a good feet apart from each other.

“Push your pants to your knees and get on my lap, Lexa.” Clarke said, her voice betraying her for a moment. The command almost came out as tender and Clarke had to mentally shake herself to get back in character.

The tone was not lost on Lexa either and she smirked without realizing it. When she settled on Clarke's lap she was mildly surprised when Clarke didn't even give her a moment adjust, but smacked her ass harshly.

“I saw that smirk. You just decided to be a little brat today, didn't you, Heda?” Clarke said and delivered another sharp blow. When all Lexa's response was a hiss and an automatic jerk of her muscles Clarke smacked her a third time, still on the same ass cheek. “Well? Have you enjoyed being Heda so much today that you forgot how to be a good girl?”

“No, ma'am. I'm sorry.” Lexa said. The title was a relatively new addition. It was actually Lexa who came up with it, asking one day if Clarke would be comfortable with having a private title of her own. Clarke was hesitant at first, not sure what to make of it but it eventually grew on her. They agreed that outside of sessions it was optional. Lexa could use it if she wanted to convey something important with it but otherwise they were both keen on keeping this part of their lives as purely concentrated as possible.

“What are you sorry for?” Clarke asked, hand poised to strike if she didn't like the answer.

“Whatever you want me to be sorry for?” Lexa tried but found out immediately that that had not been the right answer. The sharp sting on her left ass cheek slowly melted into the quiet burn of the previous smacks.

“That's the lazy answer, Lexa. You know better than that.” Clarke deliberately went for tender this time, coaxing the right answer from her willing prisoner.

“I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm sorry for being a brat today. I said things during the meeting you couldn't react to. I was disrespectful to ma'am.”

“That you were. You went all Heda on me, didn't you?” Clarke continued the interrogation. “You thought you were the boss of me? You thought you were ma'am's Heda, didn't you?” she said in mock anger.

“No! No, ma'am! Never.” Lexa sputtered immediately. “You're the boss of me, I know that.”

“And yet there you were, behaving like an insolent little girl. How much do you think you deserve, Heda?”

“Twenty?” Lexa tried. When that answer earned her another sharp smack she found it Clarke had disagreed.

“Baby girl, you know that will not cut it. Start enumerating your faults today.” Clarke commanded.

“I was sassy in the meeting, ma'am.” Lexa said. When her left ass cheek was sharply smacked again, her hips jerked in reaction. “I was an insolent little girl who sassed ma'am in public where she couldn't respond.”

“Sassy how? Don't gloss over the details.” the blonde demanded.

“I... I mocked your words from the pauna incident, ma'am. That was insolent of me.” the brunette elaborated. It earned her a smack on the right cheek this time. She was relieved that it didn't sting quite as much.

“That's better. Then what?”

“I... rubbed your nose in the fact that I outranked you in that room. Ma'am.” Lexa only added the title as an after thought. She also only realized that her tone held too much gloating when both of her ass cheeks were smacked in quick succession.

“Don't be proud of it. You're a bad bad girl, Heda. Telling me so insolently that you outrank me. ”

“I'm sorry, ma'am. I didn't mean to upset you.” there was another sharp smack on her sore left cheek.

“And now you make it worse by lying. Lexa, keep this up and you are going to have a very difficult evening.” Clarke warned. “Then what did you do?”

“I...” Lexa's words were cut off, wondering what else she might have done to piss the blonde off. “I didn't strip fast enough!” She said, feeling oddly triumphant at remembering.

“That is four mistakes, baby girl. Twenty just won't cut it. I'm thinking ten each. With my favourite little friend” Clarke said evilly, a smug smirk developing on her lips as she felt Lexa tense up on her lap. They had never done more than thirty before and sometimes Lexa had trouble taking even that much. That and she also just had ten, even if those were only with her hand. Clarke was stretching it.

She placed both hands on the smooth bared back, softly massaging toned muscles for a bit before leaning in to whisper in Lexa's ear. “I know it's a lot, baby girl. But can you try to take it for me? Can you be my good girl? I promise I'll use my soothing cream afterwards.” Clarke whispered encouragingly into the brunette's ear.

“Yes, ma'am. I want to be your good girl.” Lexa said without hesitation. Clarke hummed appreciatively. She picked up the paddle which was basically a piece of leather tied to a wooden handle, toying with it. She caressed the brunette's back with it, lulling the woman into a sense of security for now.

“Okay, you know the drill. Count and thank.” Clarke said.

“Yes, ma'am.” Lexa replied. She wanted to wiggle slightly in preparation but had not had enough time, Clarke's had immediately struck.

“One, thank you, ma'am.” Lexa breathed out, mentally steadying herself. The strip of hardened leather had stung quite a lot more than Clarke's palm.

The first ten were easy enough, Lexa didn't squirm too much and Clarke was kind enough to favour the less abused right cheek. After a while, however, both of Lexa's buttocks started reddening nicely. She was sure that come morning, both sides of her ass were going to be bruised.

“thirteen, thank you, ma'am.” Lexa's voice was considerably more gravelly than before. Clarke could see a fine sheen of sweat forming on her perfectly shaped back.

The blonde was mindful that they were in fact nearing Lexa's limit so she switched to tenderly stroking the reddened and burning buttocks for a few moments.

“Mmm, you are doing good, baby girl.” She cooed. “You can hold onto my ankle when it starts getting rough, okay?”

“Thank you, ma'am.” Lexa said. She truly was grateful but decided that she would only result to it if she absolutely had to. She wanted to make her ma'am proud.

Clarke saw in the way the brunette's hips jerked after the next few smacks that they were wandering into previously uncharted realms of pain. She leaned in again to whisper her question. “How are you doing baby? Are you still with me?”

Lexa's immediate response was only a nod. It seemed like a confident one but Clarke wanted a verbal response. “Look at me, Lexa. Speak to me.” She said gently, stroking the dark curls encouragingly.

It took Lexa a moment to compose herself enough to turn her head to the side and look Clarke in the eye. “I think I can take it.” Her voice wasn't as confident as she would have wanted to sound and she could see that she was not fooling Clarke either when all this earned her was a raised eyebrow.

“Could I have a pillow to scream into?” Lexa asked hopefully, suddenly inspired. “I want to be your good girl so badly, ma'am. If I can muffle my screams with a pillow I think I can take it.” this time her voice was much stronger and she seemed surer of herself.

Clarke worried at her bottom lip for just a moment before consenting with a nod. She grabbed a pillow from the couch and waited for Lexa to wiggle into position, figuring out how she wanted to hold it.

“Ready?” Clarke asked.

“Yes ma'am.” the brunette replied confidently.

In order to compensate for her act of kindness, the next dozen smacks were hard, mostly concentrated on the brunette's left buttock. It was simply more comfortable to reach. Lexa's ass was beet red by now and she could feel the heat radiating off of her skin from inches away.

“thirty one, thank you, ma'am” Lexa said, voice breathy, her back raising and falling from her shallow panting. The next smack caught her by surprise and she hissed loudly, her whole body convulsing on Clarke's lap.

“thirty two, thank you, ma'am” the words were muffled into the pillow but still audible.

“thirty th-three, th-thank you, ma'am” it was the first time the brunette stuttered over the words.

“thirty four, th” the word was cut in half by a gasp of pain “thank you, ma'am”

“thirty five” Lexa pressed her face into the pillow for a moment. “thank you, ma'am”

Clarke waited a few seconds, allowing Lexa to catch her breath. Her own palm was getting a bit sore from gripping the rough wooden handle but she imagined it must only be a fraction of the pain Lexa was experiencing.

“thirty six, thank you, ma'am” Lexa managed to croak out. The next one was too much to bear without screaming and she pressed her face harshly into the material to drown her scream. When the pain subsided she raised her head just enough to say “thirty seven, thank you, ma'am”

Clarke nearly took pity on writhing woman on her lap. There were only three to go but she was worried that she was going to break the girl. She had high plans for them. “Pet, are you sure you are okay?” She asked, not caring that concern laced her voice and she fell out of character for a moment.

“Yes. Only three more to go. Please ma'am. I was such a bad girl today. I've never been so bratty with ma'am. I deserve it. I want to be ma'am's good girl again.” Lexa begged. The pain pushed her so deep into her subspace she didn't care at all that Clarke was out of character. She was on a mission to accomplish this for her.

Clarke's heart swelled with pride for this strong creature who so willingly submitted herself to her. She took her time in admiring the view to give the shivering and trembling woman time to collect herself. It was not her wish to break her but Lexa's words inspired her to see this through with her. Together.

“Okay, baby girl, here it comes” She rarely offered warning but she felt that Lexa deserved it at this point. She happened to execute the slap with a perfect arc and Lexa's firm butt cheek shook and trembled with the impact.

“thirty eight, thank you, ma'am”. Lexa's voice was laced with a newfound determination.

“One before the last” Clarke said and hit the brunette again. It either struck a particularly sensitive spot or Lexa had just reached her limit because her entire body jerked in reaction.

“Thirty nine, thank you, ma'am” Lexa screamed into the pillow, nearly choking on a sob. Her body convulsed violently. The tears caught her by surprise. Their spanking sessions were harsh, as she had asked it to be during one of their pillow talks, but they have never made her cry before.

“You are doing so well, so so well, Lexa. You are such a very good girl.” Clarke cooed lovingly, attempting to soothe the pain with her loving words. “You've just got one left. You think you can take it for me?”

“Yes, ma'am.” Came the instant reply. Despite the evident pain and emotional turmoil, there was no hesitation in that short statement. The last slap echoed in both of their ears, accompanied by another of Lexa's nearly anguished screams, mercifully muffled into the pillow to avoid the guards barging in.

“Fo...forty....thank y-you, ma'am” Lexa managed to get the words out around her sobs. The relief that flooded her was so intense it broke the dam on her emotions and she burst out crying. She slowly let herself fall from Clarke's lap to the floor, hissing as the cold stone made contact with her much abused backside.

Clarke followed her within a matter of seconds, drawing the brunette into her lap again, this time cuddling her, whispering sweet praise into her hair. “You did so well, Lexa. You are such a good girl for me.”

“You were perfect, love.” Clarke cooed into Lexa's hair. After a couple of minutes on the floor they had managed to relocate to the bed where the blonde enveloped the smaller woman into a warm hug. “You were so strong and brave. Bearing the pain for me. You took everything I gave you.” She said in between kisses delivered on the crown of brown hair so comfortable nestled in the crook of her neck.

By this time Lexa had calmed down, her insides buzzed warmly with a feeling of accomplishment and relief. She felt content and relaxed in the warm embrace, much more so than she could remember feeling the entire week.

“Can I ask what made you cry? Was it too much?” Clarke finally asked. She wanted to wait for the brunette to collect herself and possibly start talking about it on her own but she desperately needed the feedback.

“No.” Lexa said immediately and raised her head to look into searching blue eyes. “No, it wasn't that. I mean, yes, it hurt a lot, there was pain. But I think I burst out crying in relief if anything.”

“Relief that it was over?” Clarke attempted to clarify.

“Well...maybe a little bit that too, but I've been thinking about it. I think it's more to do with that clean slate thing you mentioned. That the point of play punishment is to get a fresh start afterwards?” Lexa explained, pausing for a moment, waiting for the blonde to confirm that she was following her line of thought with a nod. “You see... I hadn't consciously thought about it at the time but I think I was a brat today because I wanted the punishment. I wanted to be the one out of control for a change. And it was an exhilarating experience, being so much at your mercy. And knowing that afterwards you would praise and be nice to me.” Lexa admitted this last somewhat sheepishly.

“I see. So...basically you were asking for some... funishment because you... wanted to drop the weight off your shoulders?” Clarke asked, piecing together the puzzle that was Lexa. When the brunette nodded in confirmation she pressed on. “I had a hunch. I actually wondered about this same thing during that meeting. Also I see how well you respond to me mocking your title.” She said with a smirk. “Don't think I haven't noticed that extra glint in your eye when I do that. Or how you get just a bit wetter...” The blonde grinned at Lexa's quickly developing blush. The brunette hid her face back in the crook of Clarke's neck but to her dismay Clarke was having none of it. She took Lexa's chin in her hand gently and moved her head to peer into green eyes again.

“Don't hide away.” Clarke said with some firmness in her voice. “I love how your body responds to me. And I love how you submit yourself to me over and over again.” She continued gently, opening up in the hopes that it would help Lexa get over her embarrassment over talking about it. “It's a different kind of pleasure when you're doing it willingly and when I have to force you to submit. They're both very heady feelings.” Clarke sealed her admission with a gentle kiss, her lips moving softly over Lexa's without deepening it. It was a lingering kiss, lips caressing lips almost tenderly. “And I love mocking your title” She whispered into the brunette's mouth. “The fact that I alone get to do that, that I should have that kind of power over you? Oh it's a turn on.”

“Oh, is it?” Lexa asked with a mischievous grin, her hand caressing a pattern over Clarke's abdomen, moving southward with determination.

For a moment the blonde allowed it to continue, sinking into the wonderful feeling and savouring the delicious shivers Lexa's touches generated. But before it could carry on much further she stilled the hand that had reached just below her navel.

“Baby girl, before you continue doing that...are you sure everything was okay? I didn't push you too much? And I believe I promised some soothing cream on that ass of yours.” Clarke said with a gentle smile.

“I'm sure, Clarke. I'm not saying I'm ready for another round of spanking because god knows my ass is bruised beyond words but I feel so so very relaxed. Everything is okay, I don't have any lingering bad feelings.” Lexa said reassuringly. Then a grin spread across her face and she wiggled her eyebrows flirtatiously. “And I really wish to please you, ma'am. Now that I am your good little girl again, I want to make you feel good too.”

TBC

ooops..was I evil to cut this session in half? Um. Sorry. Not sorry. Part two is in the oven, should be up in a day or two!

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Part two:

Clarke smiled indulgently. She absolutely adored Lexa's enthusiastic puppy dog side. The one that could only be allowed off its leash within the confines of their bedchamber. It was a wondrously exciting side of her compared to the ever-dominating Rottweiler she had to pretend to be the moment she stepped out. This side of her... the side that she could have been all the time if the apocalypse had not forced mankind to become ruthless and hardened...this side of her made Clarke fall in love with Lexa every single day.

“Well alright then, baby girl. Undress me. You can start with a massage.” Clarke ordered, her tone gentle and pleased. She sat up to accommodate Lexa's immediately busy hands which were tugging at the hem of her shirt the moment the command left her lips. Her eagerness was another thing Clarke enjoyed endlessly despite the fact that it made coming up with excuses to dole out punishment a difficult task. 'At least up until today's meeting that is...' While she had been furious in that moment she later realized what a gem of an excuse it was. She made a mental note to make sure she mentioned to Lexa that while eager submission and obedience were still the much preferred behaviour perhaps the occasional brattiness would be a welcome addition.

Lexa made quick and efficient work of her clothes and as soon as Clarke settled on her stomach she began to knead the blonde's muscles, starting gently at the shoulder. Clarke spent some time just enjoying the attention, both her mind and body relaxing into the brunette's masterful touches.

“Tell me what you enjoy the most being done to you.” Clarke said after a while.

“How do you mean, ma'am?” Lexa asked to clarify. The request caught her off guard, her mind had been fully concentrated on her task to ease the muscles put into her care. Sometimes it was the little things that did it for her. It was an interesting journey into her own soul for the brunette, this relationship that was developing between her and Clarke. The fact that she was tasked to take care of the beautiful blonde's body put Lexa in a subspace very much different from the one she had been in not half an hour ago but it was a subspace nonetheless. Whereas the previous one was wild, cathartic and liberating this one was gentle and meditative. The honorific rolled off her lips just as naturally as Heda comes to her people's lips when addressing her and this made her smile deepen. It felt right.

“Any way that comes to your mind. Pleasure, pain, sex, discipline. I'm interested in all of it.” Clarke said casually. She was fishing for ideas on what to do with the woman. She had a pretty good general idea of what direction she wanted to take them. She also had a few fantasies of her own that she hoped she could play out with Lexa in the long run but she wanted to make sure she incorporated Lexa's desires into their games as well. And this was just a more entertaining way of asking.

Lexa stayed silent for a minute or two, mulling over all of the sessions they had so far. “A difficult question, ma'am. I've liked almost everything we've done so far. They impact me differently and they are mostly enjoyable in the end but...” She trailed off, still weighing her favourites waiting for her gut feeling to tell her which memory causes the most intense reaction. “I think I very much enjoy the adrenaline rush of being roughly taken. The first time when you pushed me against the wall and took me like some common war trophy? I don't think I've ever gotten aroused as quickly in my entire life. Not even close.” Lexa admitted. She was glad Clarke had her eyes closed, for once she could escape being grilled about her blushing. Talking about sex was still something dirty in her mind. She had been surrounded by warrior men her entire life and they could be extremely crude about the female body. While no one dared to speak atrociously of women when they knew they were in her presence – 'Since I became Heda anyway...' – she had overheard plenty during her training years. Granted, Clarke was not crude at all, but the very act of speaking about sex brought back memories of scandalous descriptions she had to suffer though.

“What is it you enjoy about it?” Clarke asked conversationally. She fought to control the smirk that wanted to make itself known on her lips, for she knew exactly that this was something Lexa certainly did not enjoy. She had no clue why, she had not yet asked but she was determined to teach her beautiful lover to be comfortable when talking about sex. Although the fact that right now she didn't enjoy it yet did it anyway was yet another small gesture of submission Clarke took great pleasure in. Knowing that this powerful creature would gladly retrieve the stars for her if asked was definitely something she could get used to. The trick, she had learnt from Sophia, was to always make sure she was asking for the right reason.

“I think it is literally the adrenaline rush. It is a somewhat similar experience to the rush of battle which is something my culture teaches us to enjoy. But I also enjoy the feeling of helplessness. I enjoy being at your mercy. That is quite new to me. These feelings were always taught to be weakness. And I have been raised to be strong since... as far back as I can remember. Part of it might be the novelty. But a part of it is based on trust. I trust you, Clarke. I feel safe submitting myself to your will.” Lexa said. She noted that she fell out of role and dropped the honorific but the conversation didn't feel like play any more even though she was still massaging the blonde's body. She had reached her lower back and was now using the balls of her thumbs to rub small circles on both sides of Clarke's spine.

She stopped abruptly and yanked her hands away when the blonde abruptly twisted to her side. For a moment she thought she had been careless and had hurt Clarke and an apology was ready to fall from her lips but she was silenced by the crushing kiss she found herself in.

Clarke felt such a strong surge of love blossoming inside her chest when Lexa told her that she felt safe submitting to her that she couldn't just lie there any more, she had to do something about it. She crushed their lips together to plunder Lexa's mouth and in one smooth motion straddled the brunette's lap and pushed her flat on her back. Lexa sunk into the furs without hesitation.

“God, Lexa, the things you do to me.” Clarke said in a husky voice, panting into her mouth when she broke the kiss for oxygen. She nearly said she loved her for it but decided against it. She did not want to turn the mood soft just yet. Not when Lexa just admitted that she enjoyed being taken like a war trophy. She would first give the girl what she desired before even considering confessing her emotions. The way Lexa described her experience gave Clarke the encouragement she needed to try something more adventurous than their previous escapades.

“Is my good little girl up to trying something new?” Clarke asked with a grin.

“Always.” Lexa replied instantly. Her large doe eyes rested on Clarke in complete peace, trusting the woman straddling her immensely.

“Hm. In that case....” Clarke leaned forward. Lexa thought she was going for a kiss and her lips had parted automatically only for Clarke's smirking face to move further above her head her body stretching in her attempt to reach something out sight. The position left Clarke's generously sized breasts dangling just above Lexa's face, pert nipples tantalizingly close. Exploiting the fact that she had not been ordered to stay still Lexa lifted her head and captured a nipple between the lips, gently sucking on it, her eyes closing in absolute bliss. Clarke's breasts were something she would love to worship at all times if only Clarke would allow it.

The sensation caught Clarke off guard and she moaned, body frozen mid-action to enjoy the attention her sensitive nipple suddenly received. 'God, this woman and her devilishly talented lips are going to be death of me...' Clarke thought, allowing the uninvited contact to continue for just a little longer. She could feel heat and liquid rapidly pooling between her thighs so she caught the item she was going for and moved back, effectively slipping her breast out of Lexa's warm mouth. She missed the feeling immediately.

“Mmmm, naughty girl.” Clarke said with a playful grin. “How would you like to be...tied up a bit today?”

Lexa's eyes snapped to attention and greens searched Clarke's blues for something she herself could not exactly pinpoint. “Whut?” She asked dumbly.

“I want to tie you to the bed, pretty girl. I want to tie your wrists and your legs so you would be completely at my mercy and then I want to have my wicked way with you.” Clarke answered, smirking smugly at her prey. As she said those things her hands moved up and down the brunette's lithe body trailing fire along her skin. It didn't escape her attention that when her hand gently skimmed over Lexa's throat the girl instinctively threw her head back, her eyes fluttering closed. 'Mmmm.... looks like this wild thing may be into breath play...?' She stored the information away for later, having something else in mind for now.

“Wha....but....if someone comes in...?” Lexa said, not exactly disagreeing but concerned nonetheless. The idea certainly ignited a flame in her belly that sent liquid heat between her legs almost instantly but the very thought that someone could see her that way sent a chill of terror down her spine equally fast.

“Shh, it's okay, love. I can lock the door. And I can tie knots I can release in one move. If someone does dare to bother us, I can release you immediately.” Clarke replied reassuringly, gently rubbing circles on the brunette's stomach, designed to soothe her sudden anxiety. “Do you trust me?” She asked.

“Yes.” Lexa said without hesitation. And realized that she really did, without reservation. “Yes, I do. Okay. We can try this.” Lexa consented, allowing the sudden excitement she felt to shine through her forest green eyes in encouragement.

Clarke took a moment to stare into those impossibly large eyes for a moment, so full of trust underneath the playfully excited facade and then pressed an emotionally charged kiss on plump lips. Again, she did not want to alter the mood with words but she was definitely having an emotional pillow talk after this. She jumped off the brunette's midsection and strode to the door to lock it and was back in bed within a matter of seconds.

“Let me know if it is too tight?” Clarke said as she tied the ropes to the bedpost securely, then proceeded to bind each of Lexa's limbs in knots designed to hold despite the easy release made available by twisting the end of the rope a certain way. This way all she had to do was pull the dangling end of the rope and Lexa's limbs would be immediately free.

“They're not.” Lexa said hoarsely.

“Try pulling on them. I want to see if you can get out easily.” Clarke commanded, confidence and authority seeping into her voice.

Lexa looked at her somewhat sceptically. If it was a life or death situation she could surely think of a way to release herself but why would she even want to with Clarke?

“I believe I gave you a command.” Clarke snapped in her no nonsense tone. “Are you going to be bad again, Lexa?”

“No, ma'am!” Lexa said instantly, tugging at the ropes, trying to feel if her wrists could slip through the hoops. They could not. Clarke made good knots apparently. “I just don't see why I would want to remove myself from your power?” Lexa tried for the eager beaver answer.

Clarke grinned at Lexa's attempt. Clearly she did not want another spanking yet. 'Not that I blame her...'

“Oh, you'll see soon enough, baby girl. You'll be begging me for release by the time I am through with you.” Clarke said darkly and pounced without warning. She pressed her body flush against Lexa's and attacked her neck with open mouthed kisses. It was an agreement between them that Clarke was at liberty to mark any part of her body as she pleased, except her neck, unless she was willing to endure being given a significantly larger hickey for show. Right now she was not in the mood, which meant she would have to control the urge to suck on the brunette's delicious skin until she reached below her collarbone.

If the soft whimpers were anything to go by Lexa was enjoying the attention. Clarke was always very sound oriented, she took great pleasure in hearing the brunette's every noise. When her lips dipped below her collarbone she immediately sucked the soft fleshy muscle closer to her shoulder into her mouth. It earned her a surprised hiss and a full body jolt beneath her but Lexa quickly settled back. With lips and teeth she marked her territory, only pulling away when she felt the slightly coppery tinge of blood on her tongue. The mark she left behind was a deep red with purple spots already forming, it would certainly stay for days.

To her surprise, Lexa had not put up much of a fight yet. She sort of half expected the girl to at least test her binds or be mildly displeased that she didn't get to touch her at all. 'Oh well...there is still time for that.'

She moved further down Lexa's body and although she had other plans decided to indulge herself and gave into her sudden desire to latch onto an erect nipple.

“Ah...Clarke...” Lexa moaned.

“Whacha call me?” Clarke asked sternly and slapped the side of Lexa's other breast, the one she had not showered in lavish kisses.

“Oh” the surprised sound slipped from Lexa's lips before she could stop them and she stared in wonder at the blonde “I'm sorry, ma'am. It won't happen again.”

“Mmhm, make sure it doesn't.” Clarke replied and went back to business. As she satisfied her hunger for Lexa's beautifully perky breasts she felt suddenly inspired and she took the other nipple in between her thumb and forefinger and tweaked it. The hiss it earned her encouraged her to repeat, pulling stronger this time. Lexa arched her back, her lips parted but no sound came just yet. This time she Clarke twisted the soft nub first and then pulled on it, winning another hiss of pleasure from the brunette.

“Oh...ma'am...that feels so good” Lexa moaned. Her hands strained against the ropes for a second. Her intent was to circle the blonde's back but she quickly realized that was not possible.

Emboldened by the response she got, Clarke gently took the nipple she had been sucking on in between her teeth. She didn't press much yet, her eyes were trained on Lexa's face, waiting for the brunette to look at her. And look she did, after a few seconds. The view all but blew her mind. Clarke's patient eyes boring holes into hers, her lips pulled into a snarl over her nipple that was caught gently between teeth.

“Please, ma'am” it took a great deal of will power from Lexa to be able to form the words. She had not expected to be turned on this much this quickly. Clearly the ropes were a spark of genius on Clarke's part.

The blonde tightened her bite around the captive nipple and she pulled gently at first. Lexa seemed to enjoy it if her half closed eyes and half open mouth were anything to go by. So emboldened by the response she pressed her teeth further in and pulled harder. She experimentally flicked her tongue across the tip of the bud and was pleased to hear Lexa whimper.

Clarke continued this sweet torture, occasionally switching between breasts until Lexa was a moaning and hissing, fidgeting mess below her. “aaah.... ma'am..... pleeeeeease.... please...oh god...ma'am.... I am so turned on....please....” Lexa moaned with abandon. The word grew close to her heart. Through Clarke's determined ministrations she learned to enjoy begging. She learned to enjoy the intoxicating feeling of likely being denied. She craved this loss of control from somewhere deep within her soul.

Clarke waited some moments before she moved further down her body, knowing full well how Lexa was affected by denial. She would have waited some more, but she was growing eager to taste Lexa. She had not been able to figure out how to include giving oral in their play yet. Sophia had taught her that giving oral was the submissive act in most cases. To her disappointment the opportunity for them to explore how it was possible to make it a dominant act was taken from them with her incarceration. But it came to her one morning that perhaps if she were tie Lexa down and have her at her complete mercy then she would be at liberty to do as she pleased. After at all it is not such a submissive act if she can drive Lexa crazy and the poor unsuspecting girl cannot do so much as close her legs.

“You Lexa...have been such a good girl, you are going to get a treat tonight. Ma'am is going to eat you.” Clarke said, her voice going an octave deeper from anticipation. She nearly let a goofy grin escape her lips when she saw Lexa's shocked but extremely eager eyes light up. “But... who does your release belong to?”

“You, ma'am” Lexa replied automatically.

“That's right. I will eat you, but you are not allowed to come until I say so.” Clarke ordered.

“Yes, ma'am” Lexa swallowed hard. She was already so turned on and she greatly enjoyed being eaten.

“And make sure that sticks, baby girl, because I will make sure you don't enjoy the punishment you get if you dare come without my say so...” Clarke allowed the weight of the threat to seep darkly into her voice.

“Yes, ma'am. My release is yours” Lexa replied obediently, as her heart sped up at the notion of being eaten out after such a long time.

Clarke finally arrived at her destination and she was not disappointed by the sight. Lexa's pussy glistened with a thick sheen of arousal, a patch of wet already matting the first beneath her buttocks. The wonderful musky scent of Lexa was nearly enough to make Clarke dive in without further ado but she contained her desires with some effort. “When you are close you are to tell me. And you will beg me to let you come. Understood?”

“Yes, ma'am” Lexa said, her voice trembling from anticipation. She could feel Clarke's breath on her pussy. Her whole body trembled with need but her bindings wouldn't let her chase it. The best she could do was flex her hips in the vain hope that it would somehow inch her closer to Clarke's painfully close lips.

Content with the response, Clarke finally turned her attention to the glistening prize in front of her. Her mouth watered at the thought of savouring the brunette's beautiful core. She made a mental note to ask how on earth she managed to trim her hair down there. Not being able to contain her needs any more, Clarke pressed her lips against the soft flesh in an open mouthed kiss and slowly dragged her lips together until they were closed around outer lips she sucked into her mouth.

Lexa's vocal encouragement pleased Clarke, she was happy that Sophia's time was not spent on her in vain. Opening her mouth again she snaked her tongue out this time and licked the length of Lexa's center from her opening right up to the hood of her clit.

This earned her a sudden jerk of hips and a stretched out moan of approval. To her disappointment it was barely a minute or two before Lexa told her that she was close. “Oh, god, ma'am. You have talented lips. Please let me come?” Lexa tried, hopeful that Clarke was in an indulging mood still.

“Not yet, baby girl. I have plans with you.” Clarke informed her with a wicked grin, allowing the mirth to seep into her voice. Lexa sighed in frustration but did not say anything.

Clarke busied her lips on Lexa's inner thighs while she waited for the girl to calm down, before she continued her ministrations. She made sure she steered right clear of Lexa's clit, favouring her entrance instead. She greedily lapped at the juices flowing from her lover's core, the taste was as good as her smell promised.

“Mmmmmmmm, Ma'am, please.” Lexa moaned. She herself was not quite sure if she was begging for Clarke to stop torturing her or to continue.

Clarke paid no heed to her this time, choosing to ignore the pleading and pulled back to examine her handiwork. Lexa's skin was a much darker shade now than it was just moments ago. The blonde imagined it was likely due to the fact that the beautiful brunette had black blood instead of red, so the warm liquid flooding her core would naturally make her skin darker.

Her clit had come out from under its hood all the way, standing proudly at the top of her pussy, almost as if inviting her to pay more attention to it. Clarke was tempted but she was yet to hear that desperate tone in Lexa's voice that made her own juices flow so freely so she held back.

Instead of sampling another taste of the brunette, this time Clarke brought her hand into play and started caressing the pretty pussy begging for her attention with a single finger, running it lazily from her entrance to the underside of her clit.

“Ma'am! Please! Please more.... please, god, I can't stand the torture.” Lexa whimpered, beginning to get an inkling of what exactly Clarke had in mind for her.

“More what, baby girl?” Clarke asked in a teasing tone.

“More fingers. Please ma'am, fuck me with your fingers...” Lexa moaned in abandon.

Clarke decided to oblige, although she knew what she planned was not exactly what Lexa had in mind. She pressed a single finger against her entrance and it slid inside Lexa without any effort at all, her muscles all but sucking her finger right in. Lexa was warm and soft and...wet, so so very wet on the inside Clarke thought she would come just from the experience. As she gently moved in and out with her middle finger she made sure that her thumb grazed the underside of her clit, just enough to make Lexa feel it but not enough to give the friction she needed to climb the mountain of her desire.

Lexa was a shivering mess by this point, unable to even beg. She just submitted to the beautifully torturous feeling, allowing her desire to coil and lash out in her belly. Each time Clarke's thumb grazed her clit it sent a shock wave down her spine which made her skin crawl, breaking it in goosebumps. It was too much and yet it was not enough. When Clarke stopped inside her she nearly whimpered at the loss of what little friction she was getting until her insides exploded with pleasure when the blonde started flexing her finger, hitting a wonderfully sensitive spot on Lexa's front wall.

'YES! MA'AM....yes....please” she begged with renewed vigour. After only a few more thrusts she announced again “Ah....so close.... please Ma'am....please let me come” But to her dismay this only made Clarke desist again. “Nooooooo.....pleeease...ma'am....don't stop... I'll do anything. I'll be such a good girl, but god, please, ma'am, have mercy” Lexa begged.

Clarke thoroughly enjoyed the flow experience she got from being able to reduce Lexa into such a mess. She was always so controlled, so powerful, so collected. Always centred and almost never showing any emotion outside the most private confines of her chambers. And here she was, writhing beneath her, begging for release like she would surely perish without it.

Taking pity on the brunette Clarke pulled out and when she pushed back in her ring finger joined and without any warning she started fucking Lexa furiously, her other hand holding her knee for support.

“AHHHHH...” Lexa gasped, not expecting such an onslaught of stimulus. Her body was suddenly ablaze, engulfed by the fire of her own desire. Clarke brought her to the brink of sanity with just her fingers but when she announced again that she was close Clarke stopped altogether, yanking her fingers out. Lexa let out a sob at the loss of contact and a lone tear dripped down her left eye from frustration. She had no energy left to plead. Her breath was coming in laboured gasps, her racing heart refusing to calm down.

“Gooooood girl, Lexa, you are such a good girl for ma'am” Clarke cooed as she climbed over the trembling woman's body until they were face to face taking care to not touch her core in any way. She pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of the brunette's nose and waited a while for Lexa's body to calm down somewhat. When the poor tortured woman could finally open her eyes Clarke smiled at her gently, love shining in her eyes. “You are so good, so perfect, baby girl, so perfect for ma'am. You were born for me.” She praised. When Lexa's eyes failed to focus she tried again. “Lexa, can you hear me? Are you with me?”

“Ba...barely. God, ma'am, I am so turned on I think I might come just from thinking about it.” Lexa breathed, her voice deep and gravelly from desire.

“Then don't think too much about it just yet, pet. I'm going to let you come this time but when you do, I want you to say my name, okay?” Clarke asked. “Can you do that for me?”

Lexa nodded vigorously, desperate hope shining in her eyes at Clarke's promise of release. “Yes, ma'am. Anything for you.” Lexa said still somewhat breathlessly.

Clarke, happy with the state Lexa was in, slithered down her body again and positioned herself. She knew Lexa wouldn't last long and she wanted to be ready for the shower of juices that were sure to flow from the pretty pussy she had been torturing.

“Ok, babe. Ma'am is going to be busy down here, so you have my permission to come.” And with that, she gently pressed her lips to the sensitive flesh, hoping to milk it of at least a little more pleasure before Lexa succumbed to it completely. She worked her tongue and lips over her clit, gently at first, but when her fingers pushed inside all of her movements grew more intense. She sucked the trembling nub of nerves between her lips, fingers moving furiously in and out, willing the woman writhing beneath her to let go.

When she felt Lexa's body tense she snaked an arm around her hips and pressed down on that sweet spot a few inches below her navel she knew would intensify the orgasm. Clarke hung on and rode Lexa's orgasm with her, pride swelling her chest when she heard her name screamed in abandon. She could feel powerful thighs trembling around her head, wanting to close but unable to because of the ropes and she had a hell of a time trying to keep the writhing woman on the bed, her butt, her chest, her whole body arched off the furs as her hips ground against her face mindlessly, chasing the last waves of her orgasm.

Clarke vaguely heard something snap but as there was no scream of pain she didn't bother at that moment. She stayed glued to Lexa's pulsing core, letting the woman milk the last drop of her orgasm against her face. The poor soul deserved it. When her body slowly, finally settled down on the furs again she gently almost regretfully pulled her face from Lexa's pussy. When she could feel muscles loosening around her trapped fingers she gently removed those too.

With a single pull she released one ankle after another and quickly scooted up the bed to release Lexa's hands too so she could cuddle her. As she glanced at Lexa's face all movement suddenly stopped, they made no sense to her whatsoever in that second. Lexa's features exuded such utter bliss as Clarke had never seen before on the beautifully sculpted face of her lover. Her eyes were closed and her lips were half parted but the pure joy radiating from her half-smile was enough to melt Clarke's heart.

She tore her gaze away and moved to undo the knots restraining her wrists. The first one easily came undone but she was shocked to see that the last knot had not survived their love making. 'So that was the snap I heard... Lexa went and fucking snapped the rope when she came!' Clarke thought, nearly bursting out laughing. 'Ah...that's my commanding Amazon warrior...I think I may need sturdier ropes...or shackles...'

Having no further task at present Clarke snuggled into Lexa's waiting arms to wait comfortably for the woman to be able to speak again.

Clarke had actually dozed off for a few minutes in Lexa's warm embrace and only stirred awake when Lexa attempted to move. “You okay, babe?” Clarke asked sleepily.

“Yes, Clarke. I just need to use the bathroom. I'll be back in a moment.” Lexa said and disappeared.

Clarke snuggled deeper under the furs and waited for Lexa's return, comfortably sprawled on her back. True to her promise Lexa returned momentarily and snuggled up to Clarke immediately. After such an experience she felt extremely cuddly.

“That was....amazing” She said of her own accord.

Clarke did not miss it, she noticed immediately that this time it was Lexa who initiated the conversation. Usually she was the one who had to start their post-sex conversation with asking questions.

“Glad to be of service” Clarke replied with a hint of pride in her voice. Her smirk on the other hand, showed a great deal of smugness.

“How are you...so....amazing at this?” Lexa asked making eye contact with the still smirking blonde.

“Experience, I guess. I mean, I did have about half a year to experiment with Sophia before....” Clarke hesitated. She did not want to dwell on her incarceration at the moment and nor did she want Lexa to pester her about it. “we were separated. The Ark was a harsh place to live. But that's not where I want to go with this” Clarke said lamely, not knowing how to avoid this part of the conversation. “Sophia was a few years older, more experienced. We found each other through sheer luck. We played around, we experimented. But I've also been experimenting with you, trying to gauge your reactions, trying to come up with scenarios that you might like.” She said, her tone growing gentler as she started talking about Lexa.

The brunette sensed that Clarke does not want to be questioned too much about her previous lover just now and she relented, allowing her to steer the conversation away. For now.

“Did you like being tied down?” Clarke asked.

“Yes, Clarke. It was weird at first, but it grew on me. I enjoyed it very much. Although....” She said mischievously. “If you want to experiment some more with it you....might need heavier ropes” She said with a self-satisfied grin.

“haha” Clarke replied sarcastically. “I was rather thinking of stealing shackles from the dungeon...” She shot back with an equally mischievous grin.

“You know... I think I may have seen something more comfortable in some of the old world tech brought in a few weeks ago...” Lexa said. Or rather it was like as if Lexa threw in an nuclear bomb.

“What old world tech?” Clarke asked suspiciously.

“Oh you know...I have archaeological teams across my lands trying to excavate as much of the old world ruins as possible. Sometimes they find pockets of treasures. Old storage places underground that had not been completely destroyed during..praimfaya” Lexa explained. “It's the second time they have stumbled upon a storage unit of... well... sex toys.” Lexa mumbled the last two words.

“WHAT?” Clarke yelped in surprise before bursting out laughing. “Are you.... are you bloody telling me that you have archaeological teams digging up dildos and shit from beneath the ground?” it was too much, the mood was broken and Clarke laughed herself into a stupor.

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Lexa had decided that once in a while lazy Sunday mornings were acceptable even for commanders. There were no unavoidable political tangles to solve, no one asking her to judge their case, no immediate threats to deal with. It was just her, Clarke and a very beautiful morning with sunshine streaming through the windows enveloping the blonde's body in a bright halo.

Clarke was still slumbering peacefully on her back, face angled in Lexa's direction. The sheets had ridden down at some point during the night, they were now pooled around Clarke's hips, leaving her almost entirely exposed to Lexa's hungry gaze. Her whole body was bathed in warm sunlight which explained to Lexa why the woman didn't stir from her sleep when she pulled the covers off herself. And how grateful she was that she did. She spent a good while admiring the view, for in her opinion, there was plenty to look at. Her soft belly was beginning to show muscle lines, her body adapting to the physically harsh conditions of life on Earth. Lexa traced each and every line with her eyes but as Clarke's chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, it inevitably drew Lexa's attention back to her breasts. Two perfectly shaped pink nipples crowned generously sized creamy pale mounds and her mouth watered at the thought of wrapping her lips around them.

When looking was no longer enough the brunette scooted closer and ever so softly started caressing the dips on Clarke's sides with her fingertips. Then her touches grew bolder and she allowed her palm to smooth over soft skin, gently brushing her hand against the underside of Clarke's breast. All the while she had her eyes trained on Clarke's face. She wasn't even sure what she was looking for. A part of her wanted to wake her beautiful lover and spend time with her, another part just wanted to enjoy the peaceful silence. When Clarke drew a deeper breath that was exhaled as more of a sigh Lexa knew that she had managed to stir the blonde from her sleep. “Mmm, perhaps your lips would like to finish what your fingers have started?” * Clarke mumbled with a soft satisfied smirk.

Lexa raised an amused eyebrow at the request, something Clarke could not have seen because she had not bothered to open her eyes yet. Not feeling the need for a verbal reply Lexa leaned in and gently started caressing the blonde's sun kissed skin with her lips. She moved up between Clarke's breasts, occasionally flicking the tip of her tongue out between kisses until she reached the blonde's collarbone.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Lexa whispered onto her lips before she kissed her.

“Morning to you too.” Clarke replied, stretching her muscles briefly before wrapping both of her arms around the brunette's lithe frame. “I could get used to this.” She commented happily but still half asleep. “You still being in bed when I wake up.”

Lexa rewarded the sweet admission with another soft kiss, a bit more lingering this time before she pulled back to smile at Clarke who still refused to open her eyes.

“I have the whole day at my disposal as far as I know. What would you like to do today?” She asked.

Clarke's eyes flew open when the meaning of the words registered in her mind. “Really?” When Lexa just nodded a happy grin spread across her face and not a moment later a mischievous glint lit up in her eye. “Actually, several things come to my mind but... can we check out your sex toy stash first?”

Lexa knit her eyebrows together in confusion. Although she was half expecting hints at sex she wasn't sure what the blonde meant. “MY sex toy stash?”

“Yesterday you said that your archaeologists have brought back new sex toys from their excavation sites a few weeks ago?” Clarke tried to clarify.

“Well, yes. But they're not mine. I inspect everything whenever they come back. By law I can take whatever I want but I generally take very little. I allow them to trade whatever they find at the market.” Lexa explained. She had never had reason to get sex toys in the past. She had very limited time with Costia and they had simply not yet felt the need to try anything adventurous. And after Costia... after Costia Lexa essentially shut down her sexuality. That is, until Clarke came along.

Clarke's face fell as Lexa explained and a strange feeling of loss soured the taste in her mouth. “So...does that mean there are likely none left?” She asked tentatively, not hoping for a positive answer.

“It means I do not own a private collection, Clarke. But as far as I know these items are not held in particularly high value. I imagine they have plenty left, I can arrange for them to bring samples if you like.” Lexa offered, trying to bring the shine back into Clarke's suddenly stormy blue eyes.

“Or we could visit the market?” Clarke offered suggestively. “I'd rather look at everything than have them bring only a selection.”

Lexa's eyes grew wide at the suggestion. Her mind started racing with the possibility of how many different ways that could go wrong. Finally when she spoke up she tried for casual but failed. “Clarke. You do know that if we visit the market publicly we have to pretend that...” She trailed off, thinking of the best way to put it.

“We'd have to pretend that it is you who'll be screwing me into any and every available surface not the other way around?” Clarke asked bluntly. It was deliberate. The blonde got a kick out of embarrassing the lovely brunette currently sprawled all over her. At some point during their conversation, Clarke couldn't exactly pinpoint when, Lexa had moved to straddle her lazily, legs stretched out behind her, most of her body weight held off Clarke with her forearms. The position, especially with the conversation they were currently having, definitely gave her ideas.

Lexa could feel her cheeks heat up as she blushed violently. Her sharp intake of breath more or less resembled a hiss as image after image of being taken in various locations bombarded her mind. Her hips moved of their own accord which only added to her already raging blush as her body betrayed exactly how happy she was with Clarke's prophecy of the near future.

Clarke grinned at the brunette's very suggestive body reaction. Although they've only just begun this journey together she was already addicted to the way Lexa responded to her. Her hands automatically sought out her hips and she guided the brunette to repeat the movement. “Sit up.” She said gently, the order almost coming out as a request.

Lexa immediately obeyed, pulling her knees up to fold her legs beneath herself and properly straddle the blonde goddess beneath her. Clarke's hands had a firm grip on her hips and she proceeded to grind herself into Lexa, her eyes never leaving hers for a moment. “How would you like... to be fucked like this, hm? We could get a strap on and you could ride me like this.” Clarke said, her voice deepening an octave with suddenly flaring lust.

Lexa closed her eyes and imagined what that must feel like. She had never taken a male lover before so she had no idea if she would like it but this was Clarke. Anything attached to Clarke sounded like something she would enjoy.

“I've never done it before but with you... I'd like to try.” Lexa admitted softly.

Clarke's heart melted a bit at Lexa's admission of trust but it also made her wonder about something that left her chewing the side of her mouth with worry. She trailed her hands higher, palms caressing Lexa's sides, then her back until her arms were completely stretched and she pulled gently, guiding the brunette closer again. When Lexa was lying on top of her again she nudged their noses together.

“You do know that you can say no though, right? I mean even though our dynamic is that you submit to me, I want you to know that it's perfectly normal to have hard and soft limits.” Clarke explained. She realized that this was something they should have covered by now but the excitement of it all just flew over her head.

“Hard and soft?” Lexa answered the question with one of her own. She had a vague idea what they might mean but thought better to ask anyway.

“Yeah. A hard limit is something you never want to try and a soft limit is something you are open to trying but are really very nervous about or there are specific conditions that have to be fulfilled before you want to get into it.” Clarke explained. Mid-sentence she realized that she was verbatim quoting what Sophia had told her. It seemed like it had been a lifetime ago when in reality it couldn't have been more than two or three years. “And it's completely fine for your limits to change or not to change. You can decide that something you thought was soft is actually hard or the other way around. Despite our playtime dynamics, it's your body.” Clarke hurried to get the words out before Lexa brushed it off with her usual show of confidence.

“I trust you Clarke...” Lexa started to say but the immediate frown on the blonde's face told her that that was not what she wanted to hear “but if you ever suggest anything I'm weary of I shall let you know.”

“Thank you.” Clarke said, relaxing somewhat. “So... sex shop then?” She asked, playfully wiggling her eyebrows.

Polis' streets seemed vulgarly loud compared to the serene calm of the tower's uppermost level. Clarke at first felt like it had been a chore to get out of bed and Lexa's warm embrace but her excitement grew as Lexa lead her through the busy streets. They spent quite some time discussing the finer details of pretending that the roles were reversed in their relationship. Lexa explained that many of her people only turned a blind eye to her relationship with Clarke because they assumed that Heda was using the Skaikru ambassador as a sort of sex slave. Clarke had been somewhat offended at first, the idea of being a sex slave was not at all appealing but the brunette made her understand that there was no alternative, at least for now. They shared a few sad moments when Lexa reminded Clarke of Costia which effectively quelled all of Clarke's complaints. She had agreed that being rumoured to be a sex slave was degrees better than having her head cut off. It also warmed her heart that Lexa promised to elevate her to a more dignified public status when Skaikru's place was more solidly accepted in the coalition.

In their bid to pretend that Lexa was indeed the dominant party in their relationship Clarke kept a respectful step behind Lexa and while her eyes were allowed to roam the streets they had agreed that whenever Lexa spoke to her Clarke would strike a submissive pose and be careful to avoid eye contact. It was an extremely odd experience for the both of them and Clarke was visibly relieved when Lexa indicated that they should turn into one of the buildings at the end of the road. It didn't stick out at all, it was much like most of the ruined buildings surrounding the tower.

“Heda! Em ste thomzop badan op yu. (It is a pleasure to serve you).” The occupant of the room immediately greeted Lexa. “Ambassador” The woman nodded in Clarke's direction as well, her tone pleasantly blank.

“Toria. I trust business is well. Do you have any of your...special wares left?” Lexa immediately cut to the thick of it, deciding on not wasting their precious time on pleasantries.

The woman's dark eyes grew wide in surprise for a moment but she covered it in a professional blank mask within a moment. She had pleasant features to look at. Her hair was dark like most of the Grounders and hers was somewhat matted as well, but she was missing all semblance of braids.

'Apparently she's not a warrior at all.' Clarke mused silently. It was their deal that she would let Lexa talk and figure out a way to allow Clarke to browse the toys to her heart's content without giving up their pretence.

“Yes, Heda, they have only been in for a few weeks. While interest in them is picking up news travels slowly. It will take some more weeks for travellers to arrive.” Toria explained to Lexa almost casually, as if they were old acquaintances.

“That is just as well. At least I can sample them myself. I trust you have no problem with that?” Lexa asked, the barest hint of an edge audible in her voice. It was all controlled, all premeditated. All for show.

“By Law, Heda, everything we find is yours. It is your generosity that allows me to run this shop.” Toria immediately answered with a deep bow of her head. “Please, this way.”

“Klark.” Lexa said. Clarke was immediately brought to attention. Lexa had pronounced her name in an odd way. Clarke realized that it was Lexa's native accent showing. 'Gosh, she must be nervous.' Her name sounded almost exotic on her lips and it definitely did something for Clarke. “You may select agreeable sizes of the items we have discussed. I shall inspect if they are to my liking when you are done. You may also choose something that strikes your fancy.” And with that she turned away as if she could care less and started inspecting some other, decidedly less sexy, items in the cabinets that lined the walls.

'Mmm, very smooth...' Clarke thought absent-mindedly as she allowed the shop owner to lead her into the back room.

Not fifteen minutes later Clarke had returned, her arms clutching an assortment of toys. Lexa fought to keep the surprise off her face, lest she ruin their facade. She made a show if inspecting the toys, not even knowing what half of them were for, but putting on a knowing look. She even went so far as to make lewd comments about making good use of them on Clarke, all for the benefit of the archaeologist watching them with interest.

'Oh baby girl...you are in so much trouble later...I'd say you won't know what hit you...but we both know it'll be me...' Clarke thought to herself as she fought to keep a straight face throughout Lexa's performance. Finally Lexa was satisfied that they made a good show of Lexa owning Clarke and they departed, toys modestly wrapped in some odd scrap paper.

“So...I don't know half of the things we've just brought home?” Lexa opened uncharacteristically bluntly as soon as they had deposited their haul on the bed.

“Mmmm, I have half the mind to not tell you in advance, baby girl...” Clarke replied in a suggestive tone. The nickname Clarke only ever used during play time told Lexa what kind of effect their outing had on Clarke.

Clarke stepped behind Lexa and pushed her front against the footboard of their bed, pressing her body flush against her back. Her arms circled her waist, effectively trapping the brunette between herself and the bed. “All those things you said in that store...the things you implied...” She whispered seductively into the brunette's ear. “I think you secretly enjoyed that, Heda.” Clarke whispered, her lips grazing the shell of Lexa's ear.

“Not the way you think, ma'am” Lexa rushed to explain. “I imagined you doing all of those things to me while I said the opposite.”

“Hmpf...” Clarke let out of a puff of air through her nose. “Nice save, baby girl...” She pushed at Lexa's back, making the brunette bend over the footboard. “Tell me. Tell me what you imagined me doing to you.” she knew she was being evil, always pushing Lexa to talk about sex but it was a necessity in this game and the brunette was showing improvement.

“I...ugh...” Lexa stuttered, only partially from embarrassment. The fact that Clarke suggestively pushed her hips into her ass while she gently clawed at her back through the fabric of her shirt did nothing to improve her concentration. “I imagined you fucking me with the strap on like you said. I imagined you doing it from behind, like this.”

Clarke's mouth dried as she listened to Lexa, an odd thought about how that was because all the liquid in her body pooled between her legs floating by the edge of her consciousness. “What else did you imagine?”

“Just this, ma'am. You taking me, fucking me until I was a shivering mess. Controlling my orgasm.” Lexa answered hoarsely. Saying those vulgar words had a liberating effect on her. She took a sharp breath with a hiss when she felt soft hands moving against her crotch, undoing her pants. She was pleasantly surprised when Clarke unceremoniously shoved a hand down her pants and cupped her. She was already so wet for her.

“Uhmmm, good girl. I can feel you're ready for me. You really do enjoy me fucking you, don't you?” Clarke asked, enjoying her vulgar words. Dirty talk was definitely one of her kinks.

“God...yes, ma'am.”' Lexa moaned as a single finger started caressing her through her panties.

“Pick up each of the toys you are not familiar with and I'll tell you what I intend to do with it.” Clarke instructed, her one hand never leaving its warm and wet nest.

Lexa had difficulties concentrating with the finger deliciously torturing her but she made an effort. The first thing she picked up was an odd chain with what looked like jaws or hair clips on each end. She attempted to turn her head as she raised her hand clutching the chain but Clarke shoved her head back. “Don't turn around. Stay bent down like a good little girl. Lower your head. There you go. Nice and submissive for ma'am. That's how I like you.” Clarke praised. “Now, give that to me.” Lexa reached behind her and dangled the small chain from her fist, waiting for Clarke to take it.

“Oh these. These are nipple clamps.” Clarke said with pleasure. “You won't like them. Not at first anyway. I intend to punish you with them if you misbehave.” Clarke explained, an edge of smugness seeping into her voice. She dropped the clamps back on the bed and her newly free hand snaked underneath Lexa's shirt, up until it reached a pert breast. Her fingers sought out the brunette's nipple and twisted, gently at first. “Clamps won't be this gentle.” She whispered, her tone dancing on the border between seductive and dangerous. All the while her hips continued to gently pump into Lexa from behind, a single finger working her up through now soaked panties. “They'll bite into your nipple” She explained, tweaking the captive nipple between her fingers more harshly this time. “they'll send a red hot flame of pain dancing down your spine. You will feel like you have become nothing but your nipples. But if you are patient enough and if you have the taste for it, it'll eventually start transforming into a pool of heat between your legs.” Clarke promised darkly and harshly tweaked the abused bit of flesh again. Lexa hissed in pain but the fact that her hips bucked into Clarke told the blonde that she was not exactly averse to the idea.

“What else?” Clarke asked after a few seconds of allowing Lexa to just take in all the sensations bombarding her body. It took the brunette a few moments to focus but eventually she handed a bunch of straps to her.

“Ah. These are a special kind of restraints.” Clarke purred, the fire lighting up in her belly afresh as she imaged Lexa bound with them. “It allows me a lot more freedom. And a lot less for you. This baby lets me bind your wrists behind your back and also lets me attach it to a collar around your neck. It's impossible to escape from it even if you turned out to be super flexible.” Clark said triumphantly. Then a thought occurred to her. “Are you, baby girl? Flexible I mean.”

“To some extent yes. Although I'm not sure what you mean, ma'am?” Lexa replied, getting the words out with difficulty between breaths. The single digit Clarke had not let rest since it started moving had just at that moment slipped under her panties and finally made contact with her bare skin.

“Never you mind. I'll just experiment with you when the mood strikes.” Clarke answered mysteriously. Almost as if to make a point she allowed her finger to dip lower, her fingertip dipping into Lexa's entrance. “Hmmmm, baby girl, you are so wet for me. Is your body trying to tell me something?” She asked in a teasing tone.

“Yes, ma'am. I mean...no ma'am. I'm not trying to say anything. I'm just taking whatever you decide to give me.” Lexa tried to figure out what the right answer would be. Sometimes Clarke kept her on her toes with her expectations.

“That is as it should be.” Clarke said approvingly. “Anything else in there that strikes your fancy?” She was hoping that the brunette would hand her a certain item she picked up. After some rummaging Clarke was delighted to see that Lexa handed her the very object she had been waiting for.

“Ah, yes. This. This, baby girl, is a butt plug.” Clarke said triumphantly. “It's designed to be tucked nice and snugly inside that tight little ass of yours.” Her voice dropped an octave as she said it, barely above a growl.

“Wha....what?” Lexa asked, shocked. She had not expected that. “Uh...but...that's...” Her brain stammered through the remnants of the lust-induced fog that settled around her brain. “Why....why would you want to do that me?” Lexa asked, voice shocked.

Clarke heard the change of tone and froze for a moment. She gently removed her hand from Lexa's pants which immediately earned a groan of disapproval. “Don't complain. We need to talk about this.” Clarke ordered in her no nonsense tone. “And I need your head clear for that.” She added as an explanation as to why she removed her hand from where they both wanted it to be. She grabbed the brunette's hand and guided her to the couch. When Lexa sat down she did the same, cross-legged, scooting close enough that Lexa's thigh was pushed between her crossed ankles.

“Lexa. This is exactly what I talked about in the morning. If you don't want me to...do it to you, you need only say so.” Clarke said gently. “As to the why... because it's pleasurable. It could also be the prelude to another pleasurable and very dominant act I thought we could try if you wanted it. But only IF you wanted it.”

“Pleasurable?” Lexa asked, her voice bordering on incredulous. The very fact that Clarke would even imply that was ridiculous. She had occasion to see that being done and it was nothing short of horrible.

Clarke narrowed her eyes for a moment as a thought occurred to her. “Why am I getting the vibe that either something very traumatizing happened to you or this is some cultural difference I am not aware of?”

“Because you're smart, Clarke.” Lexa dead paned in answer to the rhetorical question. “I agree that... taking someone that way... in the ass... is the ultimate act of domination. But that is something we only do to the vilest of war criminals. Or someone we wish to torture. I've never seen anyone take the slightest hint of pleasure from being on the receiving end. Having that done to you is regarded as irreparable shame.” Lexa explained solemnly. She did her best to control her sudden spike of anger and hurt pride.

Somewhere around the middle of Lexa's explanation Clarke's features shifted from confusion and concentration to a brief flash of enlightenment and then annoyance which she tried to hide behind a blank mask. It all made sense to her why Lexa reacted the way she did. 'God damn straight male culture...' She thought with annoyance.

“Lexa” Clarke said. The use of her name indicated that playtime was definitely paused for the time being. “I'd like to apologize for not bringing this up more... gently. I did not mean to offend you in any way. We have never used sexual acts as punishment so I had no idea this would be an issue.” Clarke said, genuinely sorry that she upset Lexa. “But... maybe I can explain. It's a male thing. They generally don't like that being done to them because they have this stupid idea that it makes them weak. So I guess the whole punishment thing makes total sense considering how your culture views weakness. But if it's not done with the intention of hurting the other it really is pleasurable. It takes a great deal of trust and familiarity between the people involved but if it's done with care and love it's an extremely unique experience.” Clarke said fondly, remembering that one time she experienced it.

Lexa sat next to Clarke, taking her words in. The gentle expression on Clarke's face, the fond way in which she spoke of it perplexed the brunette. It was not something they did very often but the total of three times she had seen it done it was drilled into her mind relentlessly that this was worse than death. It was humiliation beyond repair. And yet here was this golden haired goddess who dropped from the sky, so different from them even in her looks, and she claimed that this act of humiliation could be enjoyed. The faraway look she got in her eye made Lexa wonder if she was in fact remembering her own experience.

“Have I broken you?” Clarke asked in a worried tone.

“What?” Lexa asked, suddenly dragged out of her thoughts by the question that didn't make sense.

“Never mind, it's just an expression. Are you okay? How do you feel about all this? It's okay if you want to set this as a hard limit.” Clarke offered sincerely, although secretly she hoped that the brunette wouldn't. She'd never push but she hoped this would be something they could share.

“Can I think about it some more before I answer?” Lexa asked, frowning.

“Of course. Think about it all you want. If you want, you can share your thoughts. If you don't, that's fine too.” Clarke reassured her. She picked up the plug from where she dropped it between her legs. “I'll just...put this in the bedside drawer. If you want it can stay out of sight and out of mind. And...you let me know if or when you want to talk about it?” Clarke said. She had a vague feeling that she was possibly overcompensating her cultural blunder but she wanted to be extra sure that Lexa felt comfortable with everything that was happening.

A couple of hours later Clarke and Lexa found themselves gravitating back towards bed. Clarke worried that her botched attempt at introducing anal play would make their interactions awkward but Lexa was nothing if not obliging and easy going. They spent some time doing innocent couple-y things but as time passed their remarks became more and more sexualized.

“I really want to try that strap on on you.” Clarke whispered roughly into a kiss. “Is that okay with you?” She asked to confirm, still conscious of their awkward conversation from before. To her relief Lexa vigorously nodded into the kiss, at first not even wanting to break it to reply. When she did finally break the kiss it was to breathe a single word onto her lips before diving back. “Where?”

Clarke was stunned for a moment, misunderstanding the question. Her lips slowed their movement and she nearly broke the kiss to take a good look at Lexa when it suddenly hit her that the brunette wasn't asking where she wanted to enter her but rather if she had a location in mind. She actually had several, although some of the more athletic positions would either require some external help or she would seriously need to start working out. The mental image of fucking Lexa while standing up, with the brunette's legs wrapped around her hips had a powerful effect on Clarke and she moaned into the kiss in reaction.

“Bed for now” Clarke made the decision. She guided the brunette towards the bed, lip locked the entire way. When she felt Lexa bump into the bed she broke this kiss, schooled her features into a confident mask and ordered her to strip and kneel by the bed. She in return snatched the strap-on harness and retreated to the adjoining bathroom. Her mind reeled with the myriad of possibilities and she needed a moment alone while she strapped in to decide what to do. She mentally flipped through her catalogue of experiences, some on the receiving some on the giving end, all with Sophia.

When she finally emerged from the bathroom she was missing her shirt but her pants and boots were still on, only now she had a rather evident addition bulging at her crotch. Lexa didn't see her at first for she had her head lowered which Clarke definitely appreciated. Almost as if by instinct Lexa chose to submit willingly today which was a godsend. Clarke had vague misgivings about how well she'd perform if she had to make Lexa submit. 'Sophia wasn't kidding when she said that dominants can have insecurity issues too...' She thought semi-distractedly.

“Follow me” Clarke told Lexa in passing as she strode towards the armchairs with determination. She plopped down in one of them, finally facing a very naked and very appealing Lexa. The brunette's eyes immediately homed in on the bulge between her legs, her pupils dilating at the realization that Clarke had already strapped in. She sat with her legs as wide apart as they would go in the arm chair leaving plenty of space for Lexa.

“Kneel.” Clarke commanded. Lexa followed the order, kneeling between her legs as she assumed she was expected.

“Who do you belong to?” Clarke asked, tone demanding and strict.

“You, ma'am.” Lexa answered without hesitation.

Clarke leaned forward, crowding Lexa's personal space. They were close enough to kiss but Clarke stopped just short of touching their lips together, the breaths mingling. “Are you willing to prove it?” She whispered.

“Just tell me how, ma'am.” Lexa responded. She had an idea where this was going and while she was unsure how exactly to go about it, seeing how she had never done it before, she was willing to give it a go. Even if she didn't understand why it would be good for Clarke. 'It is not like she will be able to feel anything...'

“How about you take those delicious lips of yours, pretty girl, and wrap them around my cock?” Clarke said.

“Yes, ma'am.” Lexa said simply, deciding that she could ask about the reasons behind this after they were done. She undid Clarke's pants and outrageously purple dildo happily bounced out of its confines. Taking the most obvious approach Lexa attempted to put as much of it in her mouth as possible, nearly choking on it on first try.

“Whoa, baby girl. Easy. I take it you have not done this before?” Clarke said, amusement lacing her voice. 'Of course not... whoever would dare to ask Heda to blow him off.' When the brunette shook head no Clarke decided to have pity on her. She felt like being soft that day. “Don't take the whole thing into your mouth immediately. Deepthroating is something that needs practice.” Clarke's eyes misted over for a brief moment as another mental image assaulted her before adding. “Although... that IS something I might want you to practice in the future. Come to think of it, fucking your mouth definitely has its appeal.” Clarke stared at Lexa with lust filled eyes, her hand curling into brown locks in excitement. Lexa didn't know yet that the dildo had a clit stimulating bump at the back and she would enjoy whatever mischief they got up to immensely. “Just go easy on it, start with an inch or two. Get used to it. Then go from there.” Clarke instructed the brunette. Before she allowed her to begin, however, she felt the need to make sure everything was alright. “Are you still okay with everything?” Clarke asked, her lips grazing Lexa's left ear softly. The immediately whispered yes was all it took to relieve Clarke's anxiety.

When she leaned back and looked first at Lexa then at the dildo expectantly she was pleased that no further words were necessary. Heeding her previous instruction, Lexa took on a more manageable length of the dildo, experimenting with it. Clarke sat back comfortably in the chair, one hand still tangled in dark hair. She closed her eyes to enjoy the gentle sensations. The bump at the base of the dildo barely moved yet, only hinting at what it could do if they were to move more vigorously.

It was odd at first for Lexa but after a minute or two she felt Clarke's fingers twitch on her scalp, indicating that somehow the blonde was indeed deriving pleasure from this, which definitely served as a morale booster for her. She was surprised to find that it was an oddly meditative experience, moving her head back and forth repeatedly. She found that if she put one hand at the base of the dildo she could direct it more easily. Then as an added benefit she also realized that this way she could push it against Clarke's core which earned her a very pleased sounding growl of approval. The idea of doing this for a man felt repulsive but doing it for Clarke... not having been forbidden Lexa stealthily sneaked one of her hands between her own thighs to check what state she was in and she was surprised to find that she was absolutely drenched.

Focusing back on the task at hand Lexa's world narrowed down to working her way over the length of dildo, progressively attempting to take more and more of it into her mouth as she got used to its dimensions. Clarke's occasionally tightening fingers on her scalp skirted around the edge of her consciousness serving as a reminder that she was indeed pleasuring her ma'am but she felt herself slowly slip into that layer of subspace where she just let things happen to her, blindly trusting Clarke to guide her.

Clarke on her part sat mesmerized, staring at the brunette in wonder. When the stimulation changed and the dildo started feeling really great against her clit she opened her eyes to see what had changed and she was stunned to find an utterly focused Lexa kneeling between her legs, sucking her purple dildo with eager enthusiasm. Clarke was delighted to see that it didn't take a lot of time for the brunette to find her technique, she already managed to take nearly all of the dildo into her mouth, only about two inches were missing. Seeing the eager bobbing of her lover's head between her legs helped Clarke chase the remainder of her insecurities away and she could finally tap into that flow experience she enjoyed so much during their playtime. This created such a wave of love and affection in Clarke's heart that she decided it was time to reward her beautiful girl. 'I mean... whoever said that a domme could not be affectionate and generous from time to time...'

“That's enough, baby girl.” Clarke said. “Come up here.” She said and pulled Lexa off her dildo and into a searing kiss. “Mmmm, you did such a good job, sucking ma'am's cock. You deserve a reward.” She said suggestively. “I'm going to fuck you silly from behind. But you get to decide where that happens.”

“On the bed?” Lexa asked, her eyes shining with an eager hope.

Clarke chuckled merrily at the brunette's choice of location. “You're a comfortable kitten aren't you...? Alright. Get on the bed on all fours.” Clarke commanded and allowed herself a moment to appreciate Lexa's ass as the brunette hasted to comply.

Clarke followed her shortly and kicked her boots off before following her lover on the bed. She positioned herself behind a very eager and very wet Lexa. She allowed the very tip of the dildo to graze Lexa's slick slit, taking care to make sure the brunette didn't manage to impale herself on it yet if her hips twitched. “You want this?”

“Yes ma'am.” Lexa breathed enthusiastically. Despite her initial misgivings she was so immersed in her subspace and was so incredibly turned on that anything Clarke suggested sounded amazing.

“Yes what Lexa, say it.” Clarke commanded. One of her hands was on the side of Lexa's butt, limiting the eager brunette's movement the other on the base of the dildo to better guide it. She pushed the tip against Lexa's entrance and marvelled at how responsive her lover already was. The dildo brushed her outer lips aside, giving Clarke a view of how open and how ready Lexa was.

“I want you to fuck me, ma'am. Please.” Lexa said, the by now familiar words rolling off her lips easily.

Clarke wasn't satisfied yet. “Oh come now, baby girl” She aligned the shaft of the dildo flush against her pussy and leaned forward to grab a fist full of hair for emphasis. “You can beg better than that.” She spent the next few minutes driving Lexa crazy with one hand, sometimes tweaking a nipple then rubbing the brunette's clit much too gently to actually achieve anything.

“Ma'am....please... god I need you so badly... please... I need that dildo inside. Please fuck me.” Lexa moaned, her resolve to just take whatever Clarke dished out cracking under the sweet torture.

“Getting better” Clarke approved. She ceased her torture for just a moment and ever so slowly guided the entire dildo into Lexa, her pussy swallowing it right up to the hilt without resistance. Lexa moaned with abandon, relief at being filled flooding her. She could feel her slick walls stretching to accommodate the length of the dildo, anticipating the sweet friction she needed so badly. But Clarke, instead of moving back out, held Lexa's hips firmly to stop her from fucking herself on her dildo. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes, ma'am, yes. Please. Please move. Please fuck me.” Lexa groaned, desperate for more friction.

“How much do you want it?” Clarke teased.

“With everything that I am. The whole time I was sucking your cock ma'am, I imagined you doing all sort of dirty things to me. I wanted the whole thing in my mouth so you could even fuck my mouth like you said you wanted to.” Lexa answered, hoping that this was the key to her release.

“Oh, well if you want it so much...” Clarke said playfully, pretending that she didn't realize how riled up she was. She held out for just a moment longer before she finally started moving her hips, slowly at first but quickly finding a satisfying rhythm. Lexa's arms collapsed at the elbow after the first few thrusts, her forehead hitting the furs as she started panting and moaning heavily.

“I want to know when you are close” Clarke demanded as she thrust into the brunette in a steady rhythm.

“Ma'am. God, please don't deny me. Please. I'll go crazy. Please just let me come.” Lexa begged, terrified that Clarke might start her usual game of denying her orgasm. She knew it was for her benefit but she was so worked up she didn't think she would survive.

“I will, baby girl.” Clarke said between gasps. Between the combined effort of pumping into Lexa and chasing her own release her breath was slowly becoming laboured. “I'm in a generous mood. But I still want you to ask for permission.” Clarke could feel her own release approaching but she was determined to make Lexa come first. She adjusted Lexa's hips somewhat to find another angle, making the brunette bend her knees just a bit further back. The shift allowed her to thrust deeper inside Lexa and only after a few thrusts Lexa started begging for release.

“I'm close, ma'am. So close. Please. Can I come?” Lexa's words were barely more than audible breaths.

“Yes, Lexa, come for me.” Clarke consented, one hand snaking down to press a finger to her clit. Her hips went into overdrive, pumping as fast as her aching muscles would allow and within a matter of seconds drove Lexa over the edge. Lexa gasped and moaned unintelligibly, animalistic groans tore from her throat as she came.

Clarke now chased her own release on the hilt of the dildo, her movements falling apart, thrusting mindlessly without rhythm. “so close...” she mumbled, her forehead wrinkling in concentration. It was Lexa's whimpers and groans that eventually pushed her over her own edge. Her thrusts became slower but sharper as she rode her own climax. She barely managed to pull out and fall to the side before she collapsed on Lexa.

They spent a good few minutes recovering, arms blindly searching for the other's embrace, pulling each other into an embrace. It was awkward with the dildo still sticking out proudly from Clarke's crotch but Lexa still managed to spoon Clarke from the side.

It was Lexa who first managed to get her breathing under control. “That was....that was fantastic.” She summarized with a huge grin on her face.

“Yeah?” Clarke asked, still breathing too hard to form coherent sentences.

“Yeah...I fell so deep in my subspace...it was strange at first. I didn't understand why that would be fun for you. But then I realized that somehow it was. And then... it was something about the repetitive motion. My brain could just shut down, it didn't need to think. All I was in that moment was that one repetitive motion and the desire to do it better. I wanted to do it better for you.” Lexa explained, knowing that Clarke would be asking anyway.

“Oh Lexa. You really are perfect for me. You have no idea the things you do to me.” Clarke said emotionally. It was so important for her to hear these words.

“I think I have a pretty good idea...” Lexa chuckled, remembering back. “Did you notice that I came twice?” She enquired.

“Wait, what? When?” Clarke came to attention immediately. Her mind was on an entirely different track but that question halted her impending emotional admission.

Lexa chuckled again and pressed a gentle kiss to Clarke's shoulder. “When you didn't stop thrusting into me. You were chasing your own release and you kept thrusting. You didn't let me wind down after the first and it built up into a second wave. I thought it would overwhelm me at first.” Lexa volunteered the information, anticipating that the blonde would ask anyway. One look into widening blue eyes confirmed that she had been correct. “But then I heard you coming above me and I felt how erratic your thrusts were becoming and...” Suddenly Lexa looked extremely sheepish but she finished the sentence anyway. “and I admit I had to touch my clit to get off the second time. It was so intense. It was amazing.”

Relief flooded Clarke when Lexa reassured her that her selfish chase for her own orgasm didn't hurt her. When she got over her worry she actually felt rather proud that she managed to make Lexa come twice within minutes. After a while Clarke realized that her discomfort was due to the straps still digging into her hips so she quickly discarded the toy, happy that she could now snuggle into Lexa's body without anything getting in the way. That was the position they fell asleep in, thoroughly spent, thoroughly relaxed, and absolutely sure in the yet unspoken love they felt for one another.

FOOTNOTE:

*Yes, I have taken this sentence from the wonderful Lena Headey playing Queen Gorgo in 300.

Chapter Text

Clarke had started mentally preparing for Lexa's return from Shallow Valley almost as soon as she departed. Strange occurrences made the superstitious people of the Valley weary and requested Heda's wisdom and reassuring presence. Clarke found it almost humorously hypocritical how the clan leaders raged against her authority over them when they were confident in their own powers but were not too proud to send ambassadors to grovel at her feet for protection the moment they were confronted with the seemingly inexplicable. It was hard for Clarke to think of them as anything but obnoxious brats strutting up a dust in the village centre while in their element only to run to mommy's side to hide when the bigger kids arrived.

Clarke had a very good idea of how cranky and annoyed Lexa would be when she finally did return home. Just the journey there and back would take over a week in total. Sure if she were to set out alone it would be much quicker but Heda cannot exactly allow herself to travel alone and a full convoy definitely slowed her down. And then there was the matter of actually solving the mystery at hand. From past experience Lexa guessed that she'd be away for three or four weeks at most but she couldn't know for sure. So Clarke needed to be ready at any time to lift from Lexa's shoulders the dead weight she knew would be plaguing her after such an extended period without any sort of release.

In the end six weeks had passed by the time Lexa had found her way home to her and the only reason Clarke never broke down from pure nerve was because her lover was considerate enough to send weekly news by riders to keep her updated.

In an unprecedented manner Lexa arrived at her own bedchambers in the middle of the night because propriety be damned, the only thing that kept her going was the thought of curling her body around Clarke for comfort.

Naturally the entire tower came to life like a disturbed bee hive almost the moment her advance party rode through the gates of Polis. Titus was up and fussing over her, immediately wanting to be debriefed despite the regular news delivered but Lexa waved him aside, not willing to talk shop until the next morning.

Pulling on her last reserves she continued a rather fine and imposing strut towards her bedchambers, knowing that she needed to stay the epitome of control and authority until the moment her chamber doors were closed behind her by her personal guard.

She stopped on the threshold of her chambers, momentarily blinded by the lack of artificial light. Apparently none of her servants had thought to awaken Clarke when the news of her imminent arrival reached the tower. Feeling far too exhausted, Lexa decided to dwell on whether she was comforted or annoyed by this tomorrow. Clarke's sleeping form was illuminated by the full moon travelling its arc on this side of the tower.

When Lexa took the final steps inside the doors immediately clicked shut behind her. To her pleasure and approval the sound woke Clarke who immediately sat up in bed, hand stretched out in front of her presumably holding a knife to defend herself against an intruder.

“Who's there?” her voice was rough from sleep but appeared to be completely at attention. Lexa couldn't help but admire her skai girl all the more for it.

“Em ste Ai, Klark” (It is me, Clarke). Lexa announced her presence as she walked further into the room to allow the moon to illuminate her as well.

“Lexa?” Clarke could only stare at her in disbelief for some seconds, her mouth hanging open in surprise. For a second she wondered if she was still asleep but the closer Lexa got to their bed the more real she got. In another second Clarke was out of the bed and rushing to meet Lexa midway.

Their bodies collided with force and Clarke wrapped her arms around her waist apparently intent on merging their bodies together. “You're back!” She whispered in shocked joy before seeking out her lips with hers. It was a needy kiss, a messy collision of parted lips that soon left them panting with their foreheads pressed against each other's. Their hands groped at whatever skin they could find, of which Lexa was at a decided advantage because Clarke's sleeping attire was a lot skimpier than her formal travelling clothes.

“I missed you, Niron (loved one).” Lexa whispered against her lips as she guided Clarke back towards their bed. While she felt momentarily energized by their reunion the ache in her limbs and her sore back muscles reminded her that all she was truly capable of at that moment was discarding her clothes and crawling in bed to sleep.

“And I missed you. I was terribly lonely without you.” Clarke admitted gently as she allowed herself to be lead back to bed. She only had to take one look at Lexa's exhausted eyes to know that her lover was probably barely managing to hold herself upright. Without waiting for an explicit request she started helping her out of her armour and clothes and before soon two very naked bodies were comfortably snuggled against each other in Lexa's favourite position: Clarke on her back with Lexa's head resting just above her heart, legs loosely intertwined. The relieved sigh that escaped Lexa's slips when she settled in told volumes of her emotional state to Clarke whose mind buzzed with plans even as Lexa's even and deep breaths told her that she had already fallen asleep.

It was another couple of days before life had turned back to normal after Heda's return during which everyone demanded Lexa's attention, leaving very little time for them together. If Clarke was honest with herself she had been expecting this.

After an extremely dull meeting with the ambassadors one day, however, Clarke and Lexa had found that they had a completely free afternoon and evening together. With a knowing look Clarke suggested that they retire to their bedchambers which Lexa was only too eager to agree with.

The moment they were in the privacy of their room Clarke took control of the situation and pushed Lexa right up against the wall, smashing their lips together. Her tongue demanded entrance almost immediately and she thoroughly plundered her lovers mouth. When Lexa's hips started a jerky but enthusiastic grinding motion against her thigh she broke the kiss and leaned further in to whisper into Lexa's ear. “Do you have any idea how much I've wanted to fuck you while you were away, baby girl?” Her voice was barely more than a growl and she punctuated the question with small nips at Lexa's ear. Pleased by Lexa's groan and tightening grip on her Clarke continued her verbal assault as she started pushing back, grinding her own sex against Lexa's thigh. “Have you thought about me having my way with you while you were away, Heda?”

Clarke could hear Lexa replying something but it was unintelligible, barely more than the air leaving her lungs. A hand immediately twisted the brunette's hair and tugged on it sharply. “I asked you a question, Heda. Are you not going to be my good little girl today?” Clarke asked, putting a dangerous edge into her tone. “Am I going to have to punish you instead of giving you the surprise I had planned?”

“Ma'am. I...” Lexa moaned out. There really was enough desire coursing through her upon Clarke's words to warrant such a moan but she also wanted to stall for time. Her mind froze for a moment. A bratty voice inside her head desperately begged her to disobey ma'am and try to get punished. Punishment sounded like fun. But the good girl in her raged against the brat's advice and urged Lexa not to do it. She suspected that the surprise Clarke had planned for her would be fun as well. She also didn't want to risk pissing Clarke off for fear that the blonde would see through the ruse and make sure Lexa didn't enjoy her punishment.

“You what, Lexa?” Clarke asked deliberately more impatiently than she actually felt. She knew damn well what was happening inside her lovers head at that moment. She had, after all, just dangled two very appealing prospects in front of her. But she wasn't in the mood to allow her to dwell on it for too long.

“I want to be your good girl, ma'am.” Lexa rasped out, her eager to please side winning in the end. “I've thought about you constantly while I was away, ma'am.”

“Did you touch yourself? Did you fantasize that it was me doing it?” Clarke purred into her ear, all the while keeping up the steady rhythm with her hips.

“Yes ma'am. I craved your touches so bad. I spent the entire day commanding people... by each night my only desire was to be commanded by you.” Lexa mustered a more eloquent reply, hoping to please Clarke with it. And please she did. Clarke growled in approval before ordering Lexa to strip.

“Get on the bed. On your back.” Clarke commanded in her best no nonsense tone. On the inside she was growing giddier, excited for some of the things she had planned for today. She straddled the patiently waiting brunette and attacked her lips again. Within a matter of minutes both women were shamelessly writhing against each other, filling the bedchamber with needy moans.

When Clarke's thigh slipped between Lexa's she was surprised by the sheer volume of wetness that smeared against her trousers. 'Oh, she's ready.' Clarke thought smugly. She broke their kiss and snaked a hand experimentally over Lexa's throat, staring at her intently to gauge her reaction. She was not disappointed. Lexa threw her head back and her hips jerked particularly hard. Clarke filed that information away for later "You're ready, aren't you, baby girl?”

“Yes, ma'am.” Came the instant reply.

“I'm going to immerse you in myself.” Clarke stated matter of factly and leant down to whisper the next words. “You've been away from me for so long... I'm going to flood every one of your senses with myself, until there is nothing left in your mind but me.”

“Yesss...please.” Lexa moaned. She had a few guesses how Clarke planned to accomplish some of it but her mind was much too fuzzy and she couldn't quite get herself to think complex thoughts. Whatever Clarke had planned, Lexa was sure it would be amazing.

Clarke reached out towards the bedside table and retrieved a small set of chains, which, when she dangled them in front of Lexa's face, the brunette recognized as the nipple clamps. Her pupils dilated at the prospect. She was both eager to try out something new but there was also a small nagging voice at the back of her mind, wondering if it was going to hurt too much.

“Is it going to hurt?” Lexa asked.

“Oh yes.” Clarke said with a devilish grin. “It's going to hurt alright. And it'll make you so pretty. Is my good little girl going to take the pain for me?” Clarke asked, her tone honey sweet.

Lexa swallowed visibly as her eyes remained glued to the clamps but she nodded. She had been craving this for weeks and she knew Clarke's habits. If she behaved and took whatever the blonde dished out without much complaint she would be very generous with her pleasure later on.

“Good girl.” Clarke praised. It was definitely a big part of their game. She caught on very early that the brunette had a definite praise kink and would go lengths to make sure she deserved it. “There are going to be some new rules tonight. First off, you are not allowed to beg today. Not unless I explicitly tell you.” Clarke said, her tone changing to her stern 'ma'am voice'.

“Second. I am going to use you today, baby girl. Use you in all the ways I've been dreaming about using you. I'm going to drive you crazy with want. And I'm going to torment you until your body is flushed red with exquisite pain.” Clarke purred the words into Lexa's ear. “And you are going to take it without begging or complaining.” It was not a question, it was a statement.

A wave of pleasure washed through Lexa at the words and she could not help but shudder. She watched as Clarke started playing with her body without further comment. Her fingers teased and rolled her nipples into hardened nubs. Clarke moved further down her body so she could comfortably lean forward and wrap her lips around one nipple, her fingers never leaving the other. She alternated between suckling on the sensitive flesh and flicking it with her tongue. When Lexa's hips involuntarily started moving she started gently nipping at the soft skin with teeth.

Clarke heard a strangled gasp leave Lexa's mouth so she raised her head to look at the brunette. “I want to hear your noises, baby girl. Just your noises. You can moan, mewl, groan. But no words of any kind, unless you are asked a question. I want you communicating like the good little pet that you are. Can you do that for me?” She asked, her fingers never stopping their pulling and rubbing of the nipple they held captive.

“Y-yes, ma'am.” Lexa managed to croak out, most of her attention still lingering on her nipple.

Pleased with the answer Clarke turned her attention back to the brunette's body. Deciding that her breasts were probably sensitive enough she took the nipple clamps that were discarded on the bed next to them and without warning attached both clamps to Lexa's nipples at the same time.

A shocked gasp of pain left Lexa's mouth and her body jerked in reaction. There was a burning pain that intensified as Clarke adjusted the clamps tighter which elicited an unrestrained hiss from Lexa. She stared down at her breasts. Both of her nipples were caught in tight jaws and the pain seemed to grow more intense from being able to see them.

Lexa was so engrossed in the consuming pain that she did not even notice Clarke leaving the bed until she returned. She had two dildos in her hand. Lexa got excited first at the prospect of being fucked so early but when she glanced at Clarke's now naked lower body she noticed that there was no harness on the blonde. Confusion must have been clearly written across her features because the next thing she heard was Clarke's laughter.

“Oh, baby girl. Did you think I was going to fuck you already?” There was mirth in her tone but it also clearly indicated that she did not care to hear an actual answer. All the humour disappeared from her face within a second and she tugged on the chains connecting the clamps, sharply enough to cause more agony but not sharp enough to disengage them.

Lexa yelped at the unexpected pain and both her hands shot out to first the furs beneath her for some sort of grounding. She looked at Clarke with clouded eyes, lust and weariness mingling in them. “Were you not paying attention to ma'am earlier? What did I say I was going to do?”

“Use me, ma'am. You said you were going to use me and torment me.” Lexa responded promptly, wishing to avoid further punishment. Her nipples started pulsing with pain. Not unbearably but it was noticeable.

Clarke straddled Lexa's chest, careful to keep all the weight off of the brunette and handed her the larger of the dildos. “Make this wet.” she commanded. Lexa slipped the dildo between her lips without hesitation and started moving the toy in and out of her mouth, all the while staring into Clarke's eyes.

The blonde eyed her with satisfaction for some time before she shimmied closer. One of her hands gripped the tall headboard for support while she took Lexa's hand that was still wrapped around the toy and guided to towards herself in a way that base of the dildo now pressed against her crotch. “Continue.” She said almost gently, and as Lexa started moving the toy in and out of her mouth again she followed the movement with her hips. Clarke allowed Lexa to set the pace for the first few thrusts to get a feel of what the brunette could take before she made her release the toy and she started doing the thrusting on her own.

It was a heady feeling for Clarke, seeing herself fucking Lexa's mouth with a dildo despite how tense her entire consciousness became with concentration. She was certainly tapping into that wonderful flow experience that came with the knowledge that this strong and proud creature beneath her would allow her and only her to do just about anything to her body; but there was also an intense demand of focus on her part, to make sure that she didn't hurt the brunette in the process.

“How does that feel, Heda?” Clarke asked, knowing full well that Lexa would not be able to answer. “I hope you feel all the exquisite humiliation from being fucked in the mouth with a toy.” Clarke said, her tone dark with the pleasure of being in control. “I want you to feel that, baby girl. Immerse yourself in the knowledge that I'm fucking your face just because I can.” Clarke said, groaning a bit when she felt herself drip. A thick gob of wetness travelled from her opening right down her thigh. Her entire focus was on Lexa but this was definitely doing things for her too.

After a few more thrusts Clarke stilled her hips and kept the dildo in Lexa's mouth as deep as she dared, hoping that the brunette would be able to take it without gagging. “Whose are you, pretty girl?” Clarke asked. “Are you mine?” The way her mouth was filled with the dildo, her lips wrapped snugly around its girth attempting to speak was futile. Lexa could only nod in response.

“Are you my pretty little play thing?” Clarke continued her questioning, her tone sweet and playful. Lexa answered with another nod. “Do you like me fucking your face?” Another nod. “Do you want to be fucked in your pretty pussy too?” An eager series of nods. Clarke chuckles at Lexa's eagerness. “Who does your release belong to then? Is it mine?” Lexa nods again, her eyes shining with hope. “Good girl. You are such an obedient little play thing today.” Clarke praised as she withdrew from Lexa's mouth then moved to lean in close. “I'm going to fuck your pretty pussy, baby girl, but you can't come yet. You must tell me if you are close.” Clarke purred, her lips almost touching Lexa's but not quite.

When she settled comfortably between Lexa's parted legs she saw that Lexa was so soaked that she made a little puddle of mess on the furs. That gave her the confidence to forego any foreplay and she unceremoniously shoved the dildo into the brunette's pussy right up to its base. Lexa gasped at the sudden fullness. She was so wet the toy slipped in effortlessly but she still needed a moment to adjust to its girth stretching her walls.

Clarke monitored Lexa's body language closely and when the brunette's body relaxed she experimentally moved the dildo out and then in again. When she saw no sign of discomfort she delivered a swift series of rough pumps, slamming the toy into her lover's pussy. The brunette groaned in ecstasy and her hands found purchase on the furs again. She was about to start moving her hips in time with Clarke's thrusts when to her disappointment Clarke ripped the dildo all the way out of her pussy.

She was about to lift her head to look at the blonde, wondering what she had in mind when she felt the dildo's head poke at her entrance again. She expected the previous brutal treatment but it never came. Clarke toyed with her for a bit, pressing the tip of head through her entrance but now quite allowing it to pop in completely before withdrawing again. Then instead of penetrating her she started dragging the length of the toy through Lexa's wet folds, making sure that it hit the brunette's clit every time.

It was sweet torture for Lexa that had her moaning and gasping within a few minutes. She desperately wanted to beg for more but remembered just in time that she was not allowed to. That alone made her all the more wetter. It made her feel helpless. Helpless to fend for herself, she was forced to endure the agonizingly slow climb towards her release, knowing that even if she did reach the edge Clarke wouldn't let her come yet.

Oddly enough, Lexa found that the lack of restraints were another source of her agony. At least when she was tied the tense friction from the ropes provided some relief, something to hold onto. Now she did not even have that. And gods she wanted to beg so much. When Clarke suddenly penetrated her again and started brutally fucking into her the sensation tore a series of animalistic groans from her. She wanted to watch the toy disappearing inside of her but it was all too much and she had to screw her eyes shut from the pleasure riding her body.

And just like that, the pleasure stopped again. Clarke had not only ceased all movement but removed the dildo altogether again.

“Lexa, are you still with me?” Clarke asked.

“Y..yes, ma'am.” Lexa managed to say after the second attempt, her first dying on her lips as an aftershock coursed through her body.

“Look at me then.” Came the command. Lexa looked at her blonde goddess who knelt between her legs and had a positively devilish smile.

“I'm going to push this smaller dildo into you. And you must hold it. If it falls out you will not get an orgasm tonight.” Clarke said in her best no nonsense tone. And without further comment she easily pushed the dildo into Lexa's well-lubricated channel. “Now up you get. Go kneel by the armchair.”

Lexa needed a moment to process the words. 'How on Earth does Clarke expect me to keep this tiny dildo inside if I have to walk? Does she want me to fail? Would that please her?' Thoughts raced through Lexa's mind as she gingerly slipped off the bed. Her inner walls desperately clung to the toy and she took small steps, worried that if she took longer strides the toy would clatter to the floor immediately.

She managed to reach the armchair without failure and promptly knelt on the pillow placed in front of the furniture clearly indicating her spot. A distant part of Lexa's mind was grateful that Clarke had provided a pillow. Sometimes the blonde was in the mood to make Lexa kneel on the hard concrete floor which left the brunette aching the next day.

When Clarke had deposited herself in the armchair soon after Lexa was surprised to find that she had art supplies in her hand. Her confusion must have been evident on her face because it drew yet another chuckle from Clarke.

“I did promise that I was going to immerse you in myself, did I not?” Clarke asked.

“Yes, ma'am.” Lexa replied dutifully, her mind still not making the connection.

“I'm introducing a new game today. You, pretty girl, are going to be my pussy warmer.” Clarke said, tone almost triumphant. “Sit down comfortably.” She commanded, waiting for Lexa to comply. “Closer. You can experiment with positions. I want you in this for the long run. You're going to press your face against my pussy, mouth closed. And that is it. You are not to move, you are not to lick. You will sit here, eyes and mouth closed, face pressed against my wet folds, your nose just above my clit.” Clarke explained her expectations. “Do it.”

Clarke waited patiently for Lexa to experiment. She slouched in the armchair, her buttocks resting near the edge so the brunette could have easy access to her. She was beyond excited about this idea of hers. It was the first game she was introducing to their sex life that she had not learnt from Sophia. This was all her imagination and the prospect of having Lexa pressed against her pussy doing whatever she wanted made her inner walls clench tightly.

“All settled?” Clarke asked to confirm, her tone losing some of its giddiness in favour of staying in character. Lexa had to strain her neck muscles a bit from this position to be able to look Clarke in the eyes as she nodded. She hoped that the blonde would not make her look into her eyes too often from this position.

“Good. I'm going to get some drawing done here. You are to sit just like I told you. That is going to be your standby mode. If I want to use you, like the good little toy you are, I will tap your head.” Clarke explained. “When I do you will open your mouth and lick. Nice and slow, broad licks from my entrance right to my clit. One lick per tap. If I tap your head twice you lick twice. Do you follow?” Clarke described the rules. When Lexa nodded again she rewarded her with a pleased smile. “Good girl.”

“When I want you to suck my clit I'll fist your hair. If I release your hair you go back to standby mode.” Lexa nodded in understanding again.

“Good girl. Assume position.” Clarke commanded. When Lexa closed her eyes and adjusted her head to the correct position, Clarke allowed a content sigh to escape her lips. And just like that, she promptly picked up her sketchpad and started drawing the pretty brunette kneeling between her legs.

She had only gotten round to drawing the first few lines when she decided to test the waters. She tapped the top of Lexa's head once. And promptly there came a slow and sensuous lick. Clarke grinned with excitement. 'Oh this was probably my best idea yet...'

She spent the next fifteen minutes drawing happily, randomly tapping Lexa's head to get licked. Most often she would tap only once to remind her body of how wonderful it felt to have Lexa's tongue against it, then sometimes she'd pause her drawing and tap multiple times and count to see if Lexa was following her orders. So far Lexa had followed her orders impeccably.

Lexa, on her part, had the most amazing bodily experience she could remember. She was completely soaked and while her walls desperately clenched around the small shaft of the dildo, the only reason she could hold onto it at all was that this position allowed her thigh to support the base. Her nipples were now aching with a dull throb she could swear were in sync with her heartbeat but the most amazing feeling was no doubt the way Clarke surrounded her. Her taste and smell were constantly flooding her senses, driving her mad with the desire to eat her mistress' pussy only to be denied unless indicated otherwise.

She waited for each tap anxiously. When the first one came she was happy. She licked from Clarke's entrance right up to her clit as requested. And then it was all over. Her lips trembled from desire. She wanted a taste again so badly but it was forbidden. A few more licks later Lexa discovered exactly how torturous it was to be in 'standby mode'. She wanted to be 'used'. She soon grew desperate, her mind focused on the smell and the fading taste on her tongue, the texture of wetness against her lips and chin.

And then to her surprise fingers twisted in her hair. 'Suck her clit!' Lexa thought to herself with excitement and eagerly set to the task. Her lips wrapped around the prominently erect nub of nerves but she had barely managed to suckle it a few times before her hair was released. She mewled in disappointment but dutifully settled back into standby mode. She vaguely heard a chuckle from above her and realized that Clarke was enjoying herself. That simple fact quieted Lexa's discontent faster than anything could have.

“I want you to edge yourself, baby girl.” Clarke broke the silence. “Start circling your clit with your fingers very gently and slowly. I want you to enjoy it. Feel your pussy clench around the dildo. And just when you are about to come... you stop. And you let me know with one nice and broad lick. Get to it.”

It was almost strange, hearing Clarke's voice after their meditative silence. She obeyed without a thought, her fingers rubbing slow and deliberate circles over her clit just as she had been instructed. Jolts of pleasure shot through her body straight into her pussy as she toyed with herself, her breath coming in quick puffs against her mistress's clit as she neared her orgasm. It was always so much more difficult when she had to edge herself. At first she had been tempted to 'accidentally' fail to stop in time but she never did it. She was to eager to please ma'am. And after a while even the temptation was trained out of her. If Ma'am wanted her trembling on the edge and desperate, that was her prerogative. In the privacy of their bedchambers Clarke completely owned Lexa's body and soul.

When Lexa was sure she could take no more she removed her fingers from her sensitive clit and dutifully notified Clarke of her state with another broad lick. “Good girl.”

Lexa had no idea how much time had passed but felt oddly relieved that it was not time yet to stop. They had gone back to that relaxing silence where Lexa's world narrowed to the pussy pressed against her face and waiting to be used again. Excitement coursed through her again when fingers entwined themselves in her locks and she eagerly started sucking. And to her delight, this time the divine being above her did not remove her hand.

Clarke had soon realized the dual nature of this game she invented. It was the perfect game, really. She could only torment Lexa to the extent that she was willing to torment herself as well. When she could take no more of the brunette's face pressed so snugly against her she fisted her hair. It did not take a long time for her to start grinding her hips against Lexa's face, smearing her juices everywhere. Her breath was now coming in short gasps as Lexa expertly pleasured her. It had not been discussed but the amazing woman between her legs knew instinctively, when both of her hands found their way into her hair Lexa took it as a cue to get her off and she doubled her efforts, flicking the tip of her tongue across her clit repeatedly. Another few seconds later and Clarke was groaning wantonly, her orgasm speeding through her, flooding her senses. Her body went rigid, hips moving off the armchair and Lexa never left her position, keeping up the same steady motion until she felt her lover's orgasm subside.

Clarke needed a minute to get her bearings. She reclined in the armchair, spent, her fingers idly caressing Lexa's hair, who was still sat between her legs, happily pressed up against her, bathing in Clarke's fresh flow of juices. “Come up here, babe.” Clarke said when she got her breathing under control.

Lexa got up from the floor and scooted into Clarke's lap, curling her legs over the armrest, her arms circling the blonde's shoulders. The blonde's hand immediately found the brunette's pussy and an extremely pleased grin formed on her lips when she found that throughout the whole session Lexa had kept the dildo inside of her. As an instant reward she removed the nipple clamps. The brunette groaned as blood rushed into the tips again. Removing the clamps was almost more painful than getting them.

“Oh, you good good girl.” She drawled the words, her fingers gently massaging the abused nubs. “You were such a good little girl for Ma'am. Such a good little pussy warmer. You deserve a nice big reward.” She praised happily. “How do you want to come? You can choose anything.” Clarke said. Lexa had done her part amazingly and she wanted to be generous with her.

“Can I have the bigger dildo? This one is such a torture... and your fingers, ma'am?” Lexa asked after a moment's contemplation. When Clarke nodded with a smile she tried to move off her lap to retrieve it but was surprised to be stopped by the blonde's arms flexing around her frame. When she stopped moving Clarke produced the requested item from behind her back. Lexa's eyes rounded a bit at the fact.

“I know you, baby girl. I know this one is your favourite.” Clarke said, grinning at her surprised lover. “Where do you want me to fuck you?”

“Here? Can I come on your lap, please?” Lexa asked. It seemed like a comfortable position and she really had no inclination to move from the blonde's embrace.

Clarke nodded her consent again and eagerly set to discarding the smaller dildo.

“Move. Sit on my lap, like this. Spread your legs.” She instructed until she had the brunette in the position she wanted. She was sitting on her lap, semi-sideways one leg dangling over the armrest, the other planted on the floor. She circled an arm around the brunette's waist to reach her clit as she inserted the dildo into Lexa's soaked pussy. The brunette groaned in pleasure.

“That's it, baby girl. You just enjoy it.” Clarke purred as she started working the toy in and out of her. She was gentle at first, easing her lover into it before picking up her pace to find the rhythm she knew would drive Lexa wild with desire. “There you go. Good girl. Take it. Take your pleasure. You deserve it. That's it, fuck yourself against it. Take what you need. You can come when you want.” Clarke cooed and purred, murmuring praise into Lexa ear.

The brunette was reduced to a moaning and groaning heap on her lap in record time. Her arms held Clarke's shoulders in a death grip, her breath was coming sporadically in harsh puffs against the blonde's ear, her hips danced to the rhythm dictated by Clarke's hands. In another minute she was coming, her body going rigid and loud moans erupted from her lips, pleasure threatening to overwhelm her body. When she was spent she slumped against Clarke, panting lazily as she recovered.

When Lexa had settled enough Clarke moved them to the bed. They snuggled close together, limbs intertwined, exchanging kisses and soft caresses. Clarke was on her back again, with Lexa snuggled into her side. It was her absolute favourite position, particularly after a session.

“How do you feel?” Clarke asked after a while.

“Mmmmm, wonderful.” Lexa all but purred. Her content was very evident. “We must do this again Clarke.”

“Yeah?” Clarke asked, hope lacing her tone. She moved back a bit to look the brunette in the eye. “Which part?”

Lexa playfully rolled her eyes, gently huffing at Clarke's constant determination to make her spell it out to her. “You know which part....the....pussy warming part.” She finally said it. After months and months she was still not used to talking about it post-session. She was perfectly happy to talk dirty during sex, but afterwards....she still felt her cheeks turning bright pink.

“So you liked it then?” Clarke asked. She felt needy. She pulled Lexa's hips closer, trying to merge their bodies while still trying to look at her. Her making the brunette talk about it served less as entertainment today and more as emotional support. She needed to hear what it did to Lexa. This was her idea alone, and she felt a bit vulnerable.

“I know you hate talking about it, but... babe, please. I need you to talk about it today.” Clarke voiced her internal emotional turmoil. “Most of the things we've done in the past I've had prior experience with. This pussy warming game was the first I came up with completely on my own.” She felt almost shy as she said it, an odd urge to hide her face tugging at the edge of her consciousness. She did not give in to it.

Lexa's chest all but exploded with emotion upon hearing Clarke's heartfelt admission. She felt moved by the idea that this wonderful creature in her arms would feel insecure about anything and yet be so brave about it.

“It was amazing Clarke. It was extremely meditative. I zoned out completely. After a while it felt like I had left my body and all that mattered was when you'd tap my head next. You really were true to your words, you immersed me in yourself completely.” Lexa said with a gentle smile on her lips. She moved in to press a chaste kiss against the blonde's jaw.

“I want to make this a regular game if you are interested. I truly enjoyed it.” Lexa said, her eyes shining eagerly before softening again. “You are a brilliant mistress, Clarke. You understand me so well. This was exactly what I needed. You are what I needed.” She admitted. It was Lexa's turn to fight off her shyness.

A fine sheen of unshed tears appeared over Clarke's eyes as she listened to Lexa's tender admission. Her heart swelled with love and pride. Her beautiful commander had come so far out of her shell in their privacy. And yet she remained so strong. Clarke felt the first tears slide down her cheeks but she couldn't be bothered to wipe them away. They were happy tears. “I love you.” She whispered.

“Ai hod yu in.” Lexa murmured against her lips in return.

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Clarke had been amazed by the relative luxury of the tower in Polis since the moment she arrived at the grounder capital. Granted, there was no running water this high up in the tower but the fact that there was a proper bathroom adjoined to Lexa's room that she now shared with her felt like the height of comfort on Earth. Clarke had just finished picking her eyebrows, something she had thought she would never be able to do again but Lexa had a surprising hoard of beauty supplies. It was the one thing she allowed herself without a modicum of guilt towards her people.

Clarke had laughed herself silly that time when she asked Lexa about it and the brunette had replied incredulously that of course had an eyebrow tweezer. She can't very well have her eyebrows growing together because her helm of awe would become extremely awkward to manage.

She exited their private bathroom with a happy smile on her face only to stop dead in her tracks when she stepped through the doorway. Lexa sat cross-legged on her side of the bed with a tiny metallic object in her hand, so lost in thought that she had not heard Clarke's footsteps until she was right there. When she heard Clarke's heels abruptly connect with the floor her eyes snapped up, surprised green meeting blue.

Clarke just stared at Lexa not even daring to take a breath let alone speak. 'Is that....yeah, it is.'

“Does it really feel good?” Lexa asked, her voice soft, barely above a whisper as she twirled the plug between her fingers, her eyes boring into Clarke's. There was an intensity to her stare, her eyes filled with so many conflicting emotions. Although she had been affronted by the idea at first she could not deny that she had often thought about it. While she was away investigating the valley the lonely nights often found her brooding over Clarke's words, wondering if her culture was truly depriving her of something pleasurable. Lexa tried imaging it happening, sharing such an intimacy with Clarke...and despite her vague lingering apprehension she found herself wanting it. Her own culture, her black blood, fate itself, had taken so much from her, she wanted to imbue herself in everything that was Clarke.

She watched her lover approach, her demeanour transforming before her eyes. Her features softened and while her smile was gentle there was a solemn seriousness lurking in her eyes. Clarke sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to cover Lexa's hands with her own. “It can feel good, yes, if done with care.” she answered and after a pause she asked “Have you been thinking about it a lot?”

“I have....while I was away.” Lexa admitted with a soft smile, although Clarke noted that there was a hint of nervousness in her eyes. “I...think I would like to try this. With you.”

“Are you sure?” Clarke asked, not entirely convinced by Lexa's general appearance. “I meant it when I said that I will not be upset if you decide that's not something you want.”

“I am.” Lexa said, swallowing. “I will admit to being nervous but... I do trust you, Clarke.” Lexa's voice was stronger, full of conviction. “If you say it can feel good I want you to show me.”

“Is there a way I can help with that nervousness?” Clarke asked, still smiling reassuringly. Her fingers started rubbing Lexa's knuckles soothingly.

“Would it hurt the first time?” Lexa asked, more curious than anything. She was no stranger to pain, it had been her companion throughout her life, both emotionally and physically. It was not the idea of pain in itself that made her nervous but the vulnerability and the stigma that would come with it.

“Not if the other person knows what they are doing.” Clarke replied truthfully, her eyebrow cocked playfully.

“And do you? Have you been both the...receiver and the giver before?” Lexa asked, genuinely curious. Clarke often told her about what she learned from that one lover on the ark and Lexa found that she had not been jealous in the least. If she could identify any emotion regarding Clarke's likely dead lover it was gratefulness for the second-hand guidance she was receiving from her.

“I have.” Clarke said with a smile, remembering her escapades with Sophia. Then for a moment she became thoughtful, her eyes wandering and unfocusing before snapping back to attention. “I have an idea.” She said mysteriously.

“What is it?” Lexa asked, curiosity piqued.

“I want to ease you into it” Clarke said as she reached up to caress Lexa's cheek. “I really want to make this a good experience for you. Do you trust me?”

“Always.” Lexa replied without hesitation.

“Off you go then.” Clarke said with a grin. “Go be Commander for a bit and come back in an hour. I need to prepare.”

Lexa couldn't deny the excitement that rippled through her as her feet took her towards their bedroom. In the end she had chosen to train with her natblida for the duration of the hour Clarke requested. The very idea of listening to ambassadors droning about some problem or another was murder to her soul but her natblida always swelled her heart with pride.

As she approached the bedroom she now shared with Clarke an entirely different emotion filled her, inspiring her to quicken her steps. She dismissed her guards at the door, just in case, and stepped in, anxious to see what would greet her. To her surprise, it was an empty room with nothing altered as far as she could tell. She walked further inside and was about to call out to Clarke when she heard soft noise coming from their bathroom. As she approached Clarke appeared in the doorway, clad in nothing but a loosely tied robe. Lexa's mouth immediately ran dry as her eyes roamed the expanse of revealed skin.

“Perfect timing, Heda. Come.” Clarke said playfully as she extended her arm, waiting for Lexa to take her hand. When she did Clarke led the brunette into the bathroom. The gloriously decorated bathroom, Lexa noted with surprise. At first glance it appeared that there was not a single surface without a lit candle and Lexa's heart swelled with affection for Clarke. The next thing she noticed was that the room was pleasantly warm not only because of the myriad of candles but also because of the steaming hot bath that had been prepared.

“Are we taking a bath?” Lexa asked, wincing at how ridiculous that question sounded in hindsight.

“We are. Together. Now strip.” Clarke said, adding a slightly commanding tone to her voice as she herself disrobed, slyly glancing at Lexa to bask in the effect she was sure she would have. And an effect she had, for the brunette stared at her lover with unmasked desire, her eyes hungrily roaming over her body for a few moments before she started to frantically remove her clothes.

Clarke had already sunk neck deep into the almost scalding hot water by the time Lexa had stripped. The water was just a tad too hot for her liking but she needed the bath to retain its comfortable heat for the longest possible time for what she had in mind.

Lexa hissed as hot water enveloped her. There were flower petals swimming on the surface granting a soothing fragrance to this luxurious bath Clarke had prepared. “Mmm, this is nice.” She moaned with pleasure as she felt her muscles relax in the hot water.

“And it'll only get better.” Clarke promised, her eyes darkening with desire. “Come here, sit on my lap.”

When Lexa complied Clarke barely waited for the brunette to settle before she started kissing the wet skin of her shoulder and neck, her arms circling her waist possessively. “I have plans with you” she whispered between kisses. “But I want to go more or less vanilla tonight for it to work. Is that okay with you?” Clarke asked, her nose gently nudging Lexa's ear.

“If that is what you want but why?” Lexa asked, trying to focus her brain on the words hitting her ear rather than the sensations assaulting the rest of her body.

“Because I plan on doing things to you that I can't really imagine doing as your domme...” Clarke whispered darkly, her lips caressing the brunette's sensitive earlobe “but as your lover I am more than happy to do so.”

“Oh?” Was all Lexa managed to ask as a powerful shiver ran down her spine despite the scaling heat they were enveloped in. Her head fell backwards on Clarke's shoulder and she surrendered her body to the blonde despite the fact that they had just agreed to not involve too much of their power dynamics tonight.

“You'll see.” Clarke promised as her hands started to roam Lexa's lithe body. One hand moved down to knead one of Lexa's gloriously lean thighs while the other travelled up across the flat plane of her stomach muscles until she reached a pert breast, and her fingertips gently started teasing her nipple to life.

Lexa moaned deeply at the sensations. She knew intuitively that Clarke had positioned her in such a way because she wanted to ravish her without interruption so she complied, both of her hands gripping the sides of her fortunately sized freestanding tub. Her head lulled to the side to grant Clarke better access to her neck and the blonde heartily took advantage of it, suckling and licking her skin with practised skill.

“Does this feel good, babe?” Clarke asked. She made it a point to use different nicknames when they were in and out of power play and this one was her favourite.

“Yessss” Lexa hissed as she felt Clarke tweak her nipple sharply, her hips bucking instinctively at the feeling. Clarke started grinding into her softly, so softly that their movements didn't even disturb the surface of the water. Her hand not occupied on her breast made its ways between her legs, fingers dipping between her folds boldly.

“Mmmm, I can feel how wet you are, babe, even in the water I can feel you” Clarke whispered with approval. Her fingertips danced between familiar folds, teasing the brunette with touches that were both arousing but not enough at the same time.

Lexa had lost her sense of speech, relying on soft moans and grunts to communicate with Clarke. Her lover had that effect on her. She could reduce Lexa to nothing but bodily sensations and the brunette not only relished these moments but craved them. Ever since Clarke had kissed her of her own accord Lexa had burned with the unleashed force of her pent up skin hunger, a hunger only Clarke's touch could satisfy.

“That's it, babe, just melt into me. Let me make you feel good.” Clarke whispered encouragingly. She experimentally dipped a single digit deep between Lexa's folds, the very tip of her finger entering the brunette, teasing her. When a sharp gasp of pleasure tumbled from Lexa's lips she withdrew for a moment before she pushed back deeper, gently toying with her but generously giving her more each time. When she finally worked her finger in completely she spent some time curling it deep inside Lexa, enjoying the groans the movement ripped from her lovers lips. She knew a single digit would never give the brunette enough friction for release but that was not Clarke's aim for the time being. When she felt Lexa's hips start a steady rhythm in her lap, attempting to grind against Clarke's wrist she withdrew her finger.

Lexa mewled in disappointment at the loss of contact but before she could muster the strength to protest another surge of pleasure pulsed through her core when the same finger started moving over her clit in lazy circles.

“That feel good, babe?” Clarke asked, not really expecting a verbal answer. The brunette's gentle writhing on her lap was answer enough. “Can you tell me if you are close?”

“Yes” Lexa managed a breathy reply several seconds later.

Pleased with the effect she had on her lover Clarke abandoned Lexa's breasts and her other hand travelled lower, caressing her stomach, then her thigh, her fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh every now and then.

“I'm close” Lexa gasped out sooner than Clarke anticipated. Upon hearing that Clarke slowed her movements even more.

“I'm going to touch you back there, okay?” Clarke asked for permission. “I promise it'll feel good.” She whispered reassuringly as she felt Lexa's body tense almost imperceptibly. “Relax, babe. I've got you.” Clarke whispered as she peppered kisses over whatever skin she could reach, halting both her hands until she felt Lexa's body relax again. “Trust me, it's going to feel good. But you can always tell me to stop if you are uncomfortable, okay?” Clarke waited for Lexa to reply before she started circling gently over her clit again.

When Lexa's hips started dancing again and her breath became shallower Clarke switched hands, resuming her earlier movements without a pause while she brought her lubricated hand between their bodies, moving further down until she could curl her hand under Lexa's ass. Lexa's hips faltered for a moment but the steady pressure Clarke's movements kept on her clit distracted her enough that she didn't tense up this time.

Clarke kept her middle finger steady over Lexa's hole, allowing her own hip movements to gently grind her against her fingertip just grazing the surface back and forth, letting Lexa get used to the feeling of being touched there. When no verbal or physical protest came from her after a few experimental strokes she started flexing her finger, pressing more firmly against the muscle.

Clarke's senses were hyper-alert, her every nerve ending trained on Lexa's reactions to the new sensations she was introducing. The brunette's head rested on her shoulder, eyes closed, lips parted as she shamelessly ground against both her hands. Clarke was both thrilled and relieved that Lexa seemed to be enjoying the attention. Emboldened by the reception so far Clarke took her experimentation further and added a little more pressure, the very tip of her finger penetrating the tight ring of muscle before pulling back. When all she received was a particularly load groan she grinned in excitement and repeated the motion a few times, gently easing more and more of her finger inside until the first knuckle easily slipped in and out of Lexa's slowly adjusting body.

Lexa's quickening breath was a telltale sign that she was moments away from her orgasm so Clarke pressed her finger back inside Lexa's ass and started wiggling the tip as her other hand sped up on her clit. “That's it, babe, come for me.” she encouraged her lover, her voice tender with emotion. When Lexa tipped over the edge with a groan Clarke was momentarily distracted by the pulsing beneath one finger and the way Lexa's ass tightened around the other finger, locking her in place for a moment. When the brunette's body relaxed Clarke gently coaxed her finger out and enveloped Lexa in both her arms, whispering loving nonsense into her ears as she relaxed into her arms.

It took some coaxing on Clarke's part to get Lexa to exit the barely lukewarm bath but eventually they managed to move their cuddling beneath the furs of their bed. Clarke spooned Lexa's spent body from behind, wrapping her in a protective hug with one hand while the other gently caressed whatever skin she could reach. They laid there in comfortable silence for a while, Clarke letting her lover doze off for a bit before gently nudging her awake.

“Lexa?” She made her name a question.

“Mmm, yes, Niron?” Lexa hummed contentedly.

“How are you feeling?”

“Wonderful.” Lexa replied, turning in Clarke's embrace to face her. She had been grateful for the power nap Clarke allowed her but she knew the blonde would be eager and anxious to talk after their new shared experience. “You were right” she said with a gentle smile, nudging the tip of her nose against Clarke's affectionately. “It did feel nice.” She admitted shyly.

“Yeah?” Clarke asked, suddenly feeling somewhat shy herself.

“Yes. It was odd at first. I had never been touched....there before.” Lexa said, stumbling over the words. None of her vocabulary, grounder or gonasleng felt appropriate to describe...those parts of her body. “It reminded me of...not so sexy things at first, but you were amazing. You made me feel so good, so safe. It felt really good.” Lexa struggled to find the right words for Clarke, wanting to reassure her that their first venture into anal play had been a success.

“I'm really glad you enjoyed that, Lexa.” Clarke whispered, moved by Lexa's heartfelt confession. “There is...something else I would like to do if you are up to it.” She admitted after a moment.

Lexa cocked an eyebrow in question. She had not expected that Clarke would want to continue that day. Not that she was opposed to the idea, her body had certainly recovered enough. “You mean the...plug?” She blurted the last word out rather quickly and averted her eyes, her usual shyness overcoming her.

An amused but gentle laugh bubbled from Clarke's lips at Lexa's endearing antics. 'God, I love this woman.' She pressed her lips against Lexa's forehead before she replied. “No. That's...a little more advanced than I had in mind for today. Remember how I said there are things I can't do to you as your domme but would happily do it as just Clarke?”

Lexa's eyebrows furrowed in thought even as she replied in the affirmative. She had not been quite sure what Clarke meant the first time she said it but their recent experiences hadn't enlightened her either. Clarke leaned in until her lips ghosted over the shell of her ear and she whispered. “I've shown you what it feels like to have my finger there. Now I want to show you what my mouth and tongue feel like.”

When Clarke pulled back somewhat to be able to look at Lexa she saw a stunned brunette staring back at her. Her eyes were wide with surprise and her lips were slightly parted as if she was on the brink of saying something. Clarke merely cocked an eyebrow in question.

“Bu...whu...I mean...” Lexa stammered, struggling to find the least humiliating words to express her thoughts. “Clarke...that's....that's dirty. I mean how can you...” Although something in her lower abdomen churned with a sudden spike of desire Lexa felt herself blush at the mere thought.

Clarke just smiled at her tenderly, her eyes sparkling with humour. She thought Lexa was adorable. “Babe...it's not. Why do you think we did it in the bathtub?” She winked at the dumbfounded brunette playfully. “I can assure you I've thoroughly prepared you to be eaten.” She grinned at the way Lexa's eyes widened comically. Before another laugh could bubble forth from her lips Clarke leaned in again to whisper. “I have been thinking about doing it for a long time, babe.” She tucked Lexa's earlobe between her lips, nibbling at the soft skin gently before adding “let me show you?”

When Clarke pulled back again she saw Lexa chewing on her plump bottom lip. “It... sounds a little embarrassing is all.” Lexa finally admitted.

“There's nothing embarrassing about it, love.” Clarke said with a tender smile, trying to reassure Lexa that this was nothing different from anything else they had done so far.

“And why can't you do it while we are playing?” Lexa asked, suddenly remembering this confusing detail.

Clarke thought about how to phrase it for a moment. “Because to eat someone's ass feels a little too submissive an act. I'm happy to do it for you when I'm just your lover, excited even.” Clarke said, trying to convince Lexa that this was completely fine for her. “But I cannot imagine doing it as ma'am. When I'm in that mindset this is something I would probably ask of you....if we ever wanted to venture there, I mean. Not that I expect you to do if you don't find it appealing.” She added quickly, hoping that the brunette would not assume this was expected of her. Sophia had been a good teacher and made sure she learned the importance of consent and clear communication.

“Uhm.... I am not sure I would like that...” Lexa admitted, awkwardly looking away.

“Then I won't ask you to. I told you, Lexa, it is okay to have hard limits.” Clarke said reassuringly. It was her turn too chew on her bottom lip nervously before she finally asked. “Is me doing it also something you don't want?”

“You really want to do it?” Lexa asked doubtfully.

“Yes. If you are comfortable with it.” Clarke replied without hesitation. “I haven't done it in a while... and I want to show you just how sensitive...that area can be.” She added, deliberately choosing her words to mirror the ones Lexa had used in an attempt to make the brunette feel more comfortable talking about it.

“Okay.” Lexa said eventually. “Okay, with you. It's okay, for you.”

Clarke grinned excitedly, her eyes shining with delight before she grew serious again. “Thank you for trusting me, Lexa. But like before, if you feel uncomfortable please tell me and we'll stop. You don't ever have to do something 'for me' if you don't want it, okay?”

Lexa nodded in acknowledgement as their lips met in a tender kiss that soon grew quite heated. There was plenty of desire there but also a plethora of raw emotions. They were forging new grounds of trust between themselves but in order to do so they needed to bare their souls and show vulnerability.

Clarke moved on top of Lexa, resting some of her weight on her. While she had been reluctant at first for fear of crushing Lexa's smaller frame, they had found that Lexa had a thing for having Clarke's weight pressing down on her. When she moaned appreciatively beneath her Clarke shivered with pent up arousal. She had yet to come but she was much too focused on Lexa to care. She started moving down the brunette's body, enjoying the feeling of having her lips on Lexa's smooth skin. 'I really need to think of more ways of ravishing her while playing...'

Clarke took her time worshipping Lexa's breasts which she adored for their pretty perkiness and by the time her lazy progress made it between her legs her lover was steadily squirming beneath her, ready for more. The moment Clarke's lips connected with wet folds Lexa's hips arched into her mouth as she groaned loudly at the contact. ' My she seems to be ready...' Clarke spent a few moments appreciating Lexa's rich earthy flavour, something she could absolutely not get enough of, before reluctantly moving to sit on her haunches.

Lexa whined at the loss of contact and cracked her eyes open to peer at her lover from beneath her eyelashes. “Come here, kneel in front of me” she heard Clarke say and she moved to comply. She started getting on her hands and knees for her but was stopped by the blonde who guided her against her own body pressing front against Lexa's back, making the brunette straddle her thigh.

“Just like this, babe.” Clarke whispered her she allowed her hands to roam freely while her lips found Lexa's soft spot behind her ear. She kissed gently, lashing at the spot with the tip of her tongue, eliciting a sinful moan from Lexa who tipped her head to the side to allow Clarke full access to her.

Lexa's hips started dancing over her thigh of their own accord, Clarke noted with a smile, and did nothing to stop it. They were not playing but making love and she would never think to limit her lover's natural instincts outside of playtime. “Mmm, that's it, dance for me, beautiful. Take your pleasure.” She whispered encouragingly as both of her hands came up to roll each nipple into a hardened bud. Clarke sensed when Lexa's movements became sharper, impatient for more. The sounds she made told Clarke that she was growing frustrated with the amount of friction she could get from that position and decided to take pity on the woman. A hand snaked down between her legs and the relief her fingers provided were instantly rewarded with a shameless groan of pleasure.

Knowing that Lexa's second orgasm tended to sneak up on her unexpectedly Clarke suddenly pressed her palm against the brunette's back and she pushed her onto her hands and knees this time. Appreciating the view of her firm and muscular ass cheeks Clarke allowed her hands to roam and grab for just a moment before she shifted her own body into a more comfortable position on her stomach, propped up on her elbows. She guided Lexa's backside lower. Not being able to resist the temptation she gently bit an ass cheek as she inserted two fingers into the brunette.

Lexa pushed her hips back against Clarke, the dual sensation of being bitten while suddenly penetrated sending a shiver down her spine. She was close already but it was not the anticipation of another orgasm that had her body vibrating with attention. All of her nerve endings were focused on one spot in particular, anticipating the moment when she would feel it happen.

Clarke let go of Lexa's butt cheek, smiling at the soft imprint of teeth that would not leave a mark and started inching closer to her destination, leaving a trail of kisses as she went. With a shaking motion of her head and the use of her nose she nudged her face between Lexa's ass cheeks and gave her hole an open mouthed kiss. Her lover's first reaction was a sharp cry of surprise but Clarke noticed that when she flexed her hips it was not away from her questing mouth but rather towards it.

Clarke's tongue snaked out and she started rubbing the puckered skin with the tip of her tongue occasionally pressing more firmly against it, stretching the ring of muscle to get Lexa used to being penetrated. Both her hands kept a steady rhythm on sources of pleasure Lexa was more familiar with and Clarke soon drove Lexa to the brink of orgasm again.

Sudden inspiration hit Clarke and she withdrew her fingers form Lexa's wet heat even as her other hand started circling Lexa's swollen clit faster. She gathered her lover's generous supply of wetness and switching holes started pressing her coated middle finger against the ring of muscles again. They yielded easier, having been stretched a few times, but the fact that Lexa was somewhat more relaxed helped as well. She stopped again when her first knuckle was fitted snugly between Lexa's tight muscles and waited for the right moment.

Lexa felt as if her backside was on fire but it was not the same kind of heat she felt after a round of heavy spanking. Although she expected it there was absolutely no pain, just an odd sense of being stretched and the vague promise of something more. She had little capacity to dwell on her ass, however, because Clarke's fingers doubled their efforts on her already sensitive clit and she soon found molten heat spreading from the bundle of nerves, expanding, enveloping her and she was coming, loud and hard. And just when she thought her orgasm was peaking she suddenly felt fuller than she had ever felt before. She vaguely registered a stinging hot stretch in her ass but she couldn't string any coherent thoughts together, all she could do was grunt and grind against whatever was filling her, grateful that Clarke's fingers were rubbing her clit so persistently, drawing out the experience for her.

When Lexa could take no more she collapsed on her side, her thighs pressing against each other, prompting Clarke to stop whatever she had been doing. She suddenly felt a disappointing ache of emptiness she could not quite understand or even place before she was yet again drawn into a warm cocooning embrace, from the front this time, her face pressing into soft breasts. She lay there shivering delightfully with aftershocks for a little while, enjoying the soothing circles Clarke's fingertips were drawing across her back.

When Clarke thought she heard muffled noises she pulled back a little to look at Lexa's peacefully happy face. “What was that, babe?” She asked.

“I asked what you did to me when I was coming. I thought I was already peaking but suddenly it all felt more intensive. It felt like I was filled like never before.” Lexa described her fuzzy memories.

“That's exactly what happened babe. I waited for you to come and pushed my finger inside. So it was good?”

“Mmmm, lovely. I think I like this.” Lexa said in a dreamy voice before she suddenly remembered to be shy and hid her face in the crook of Clarke's neck.

Clarke chuckled at her lover's antics and nudged her away with her nose so she could look her in the eyes again. “Your shyness is adorable, Lex.” Clarke grinned playfully.

Lexa shut her up with a kiss, her bottom lip easily slipping between Clarke's waiting ones. “Oh, be quite.” She quipped playfully when they broke the kiss. “Weren't you shy when you were first fucked in the ass?” The crass words tumbled from her lips in a surge of boldness.

Clarke just stared at her in stunned silence for a moment before she burst out laughing. When her giggled had quieted down she answered “No actually. We had been though so much by that time, I wasn't really shy. But YOU, Lexa, you don't get to say you've been fucked in the ass yet.” She said with a grin and playfully wiggling eyebrows. “You'll know the difference when it happens. So far you've only had a finger and my tongue, babe.”

“Which reminds me... wasn't it gross?” Lexa asked, somewhat apprehensive of the answer.

“What was?”

“The...taste....” Lexa tried to clarify even as she felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Clarke just stared at her with wide eyes for a moment, not really knowing how to phrase what was on her mind. “Um...babe. You just kissed me not more than a minute ago... do you feel anything on my lips?”

Lexa's eyes widened comically as she realized that she had indeed kissed Clarke and she had not bothered to think about where those lips had been before. “Um..no? I don't think so.” She finally answered.

“Good. Now... what's a girl got to do to get an orgasm around here?” Clarke asked with a grin that soon exploded in a belly laugh at Lexa's mortified expression.

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Clarke eyed Lexa with intent, her eyes narrowing as she attempted to work out what had Lexa so riled up. She had been restless since she had returned from whatever business she was called to attend to. Clarke had been enjoying a little down time after the gruelling training session in the afternoon where her ass was once again handed to her, albeit not as easily as when her sessions started a few months ago.

“What is wrong, Lexa?” Clarke asked when it seemed that Lexa would not be stopping her pacing any time soon. 

“I don’t know. I feel restless.” Lexa said immediately. She had tried meditating to quiet her mind. It usually helped but this time the tension would not leave.

“Is there something I should know about? Is there trouble again?” Clarke asked, wondering what might be pressing down on Lexa’s shoulders so much. Her first thought was that she had received bad news but had not yet figured out how to tell her.

“No…” Lexa said somewhat impatiently. “Nothing new on the horizon… I can’t quiet my mind, Clarke…I feel… on edge.” Lexa’s rant was controlled, as was her personality most of the time, her voice trembling with the effort to not snap. She knew Clarke was only asking these questions because she was worried, because she wanted to help. But they were not helping. Lexa had half the mind to go to the training area and have her warriors try to best her but a tiny part of her recoiled at the idea. That was not what she wanted. Her only problem was that didn’t know what she wanted instead.

Clarke slowly got off the bed and got closer to Lexa who was yet again halfway across the room. “Babe… come here.” Clarke said gently. She was more often gentle than not when they were not playing. Their arrangement that Clarke would take the weight off Lexa’s shoulders behind closed doors didn’t always mean Ma’am would make an appearance. Clarke had found that sometimes Lexa responded to soft commands better. ‘She certainly has her moods…’ Clarke thought fondly. She had learned that the essence of taking command did not necessarily lie in harshness. It sparked a different kind of sensation in her when Lexa abruptly turned on her heel, not yet reaching the door where she would have turned and marched straight to Clarke, stopping right in front of her. Forcing her lover to kneel and submit was a heady rush. This? This was a softer, warmer thrill, seeing this powerful creature standing in front of her, the energy around her quivering in subdued tension yet coming to her all because she had gently told her to. That the leader of the known world would yield this much to her even when she was distressed spoke volumes of the bond they were forming.

Clarke’s hands traced up Lexa’s sides and she slowly pulled the nearly trembling woman against herself. Her arms circled her until she could reach Lexa’s shoulders and squeeze them experimentally. She knew her lover’s shoulders bore the brunt of her stress, the muscles painfully stiffening when she was under any pressure. Clarke withheld her questions, they would only be the ones she had already asked, opting to instead wait for Lexa to work through her emotions.

It was a curious sight, Lexa’s body seemingly becoming limp in her arms as her upper body swayed with Clarke’s rhythmic kneading motions, yet the emotional tension stayed in Lexa’s eyes. Clarke moved her hand to the nape of Lexa’s neck, intent on continuing the impromptu massage. Her ministrations seemed to be relaxing Lexa if only marginally but when her fingers snagged in Lexa’s tousled locks and pulled, Lexa’s body went rigid. An apology was ready to spill from Clarke’s lips but died away as soon as she saw Lexa’s rapidly transforming expression. Her eyelids drooped and her lips parted as she gasped, and the newfound tension melted away in a matter of seconds, Lexa’s strong frame all but collapsing in Clarke’s embrace. 

Clarke’s eyes widened in surprise as she was hit by a spark of inspiration. She grabbed a fist full of Lexa’s dark locks and confidently but not too harshly yanked her head to the side to gain access to her ear. “Is this what you want?” She whispered darkly. “Do you need Ma’am to help you feel better?” She could hear Lexa’s laboured breath, feel the woman shiver violently in her arms. It was confirmation enough. It seemed Lexa was having a moment but she was determined to hear her say it. Spinning them around, Clarke pushed Lexa against the foot board, pinning her there with her hips as a thigh slipped between Lexa’s voluntarily opening ones. She gave her silent lover a single shake by the neck. “Answer me, pet. Do you want Ma’am to play with you?”

“Yes…” Came the breathy reply.

“M’kay” Clarke said, making her voice dark, mind scrambling to get in the mood. “On your knees.” She commanded and pushed Lexa down to occupy her needy lover while her thoughts raced with possibilities. She found that an unexpected session was more difficult to orchestrate. There were so many things to consider, so many details to think of. She hastily pulled her own shirt over her head and pressed Lexa’s face into her stomach. “You can start by pleasing me. Start kissing. And no teeth.” Clarke commanded, hoping that a little arousal would help her creative juices flow. She inhaled deeply as soft plump lips immediately set to work, a tongue dipping into her navel teasingly. 

Clarke closed her eyes and allowed her fantasies to take over, imagining all the things she loved to do to Lexa, directing her thoughts towards their dirtier kinks. Lexa’s instantaneous response to the accidental rough treatment told Clarke that her lover may be receptive to her limits being pushed. Spanking often worked for Lexa, Clarke thought, but she was not in the mood for it. The rough treatment she herself received during her training session had left her a little tired and bruised. Her thoughts kept revisiting a dark desire of hers, and she wondered if today might be the day.

She tightened her grip around a fistful of hair and pulled Lexa’s extremely talented lips away from her skin. She waited for Lexa’s eyes to focus on her before she spoke “Tonight you will not speak unless you are given permission. And you will mostly communicate with colours. Green if you are okay. Yellow if you need me to ease up or slow down. Red or your safeword stops everything. Do you understand?” Clarke clarified the rules for the evening and waited for Lexa’s response. 

“Yes, ma’am. Green is ok, yellow is slow down, red stop.”

Pleased with Lexa’s answer Clarke rewarded her with a lazy smile as she allowed herself to sink into the comfortable feeling of her own role. “I think I’m going to conquer you tonight, Heda.” Clarke said, allowing dark intent to shine through her eyes. “I am going to own every inch of you…I am going to take possession of you.” She said, her voice dropping lower until it was but a gravelly whisper as she crouched in front of a kneeling Lexa. “Tonight you’re not just my good little girl, you’re not even my pet. You are just…mine. Mine to take, whichever way I want.” 

Clarke watched as Lexa’s pupils dilated under hooded eyelids, her lips parted in want, already lost in the whirlwind of desire Clarke’s words whipped up inside her. “Now strip. And when you are done you will resume kneeling. Legs apart, body straight. Arms behind your back, hands grabbing opposite elbows. Move.” Clarke said in an uncompromising tone. A pleased thrill danced down her spine when Lexa scrambled to comply the moment she had let go of her hair.

By the time Clarke had picked out items she thought would come in handy Lexa had done as told. Clarke was pleasantly surprised to see that she had added her own touch and lowered her head in a submissive position, eyes trained on the ground. She had forgotten to mention that but it seems Lexa knew instinctively. She felt a gush of pride for her lover but she decided not to comment on it. One normally did not, after all, comment on the correct functioning of their possessions. And that is what she had promised Lexa.

“On your hands and knees.” Clarke said suddenly. “Lower. I want your forehead touching the carpet. Hands stretched out in front of you.” Clarke was pleased to see her commands followed to the dot so early in the game. The position she commanded Lexa into allowed Clarke to admire her beautiful lover’s toned body. Ass thrust up in the air, upper body stretched and lean, her powerful back arched beautifully. Not able to resist, Clarke crouched next to Lexa and greedily ran her hand down her spine. Her fingers traced the intricate tattoo on her back before she sharply smacked Lexa’s ass. ‘Perhaps I might be in the mood after all…’ Clarke smiled to herself. Without any warning she pressed fingers against Lexa’s sex and grinned wickedly when her fingers found an abundance of wetness already. “My, what a dirty little thing you are, Heda. Already so wet.” 

She teased Lexa’s entrance for a moment, pressing the tip of her middle finger against the quivering muscle, not quite strongly enough to penetrate. Clarke took her time, teasing Lexa with lazy movements as her mind planned ahead, mentally preparing herself. Having made sure that her fingers were abundantly coated she suddenly thrust two fingers inside Lexa without warning, smirking at Lexa’s sharp intake of breath. “You’re mine Lexa. Your body is mine. I get to  use it however I see fit.” She said matter-of-factly as she picked up a fast pace, giving the groaning woman a bit of relief. Until it suddenly stopped and Lexa groaned in disappointment. The smack against a perfectly round ass cheek was almost instantaneous. “Possession’s down groan at how they are used. They just take it.” Clarke said, smacking her ass again for good measure. She was pleased when Lexa did not make a sound.

Clarke shifted in her crouching position, her shins stretching uncomfortably at the extended use but she refused to kneel next to Lexa. She felt that would have been out of character. Her hand left Lexa’s needy pussy and her other found an erect nipple. She played with it for a while, alternating between twisting it harshly and soothing the pain, working up the nerve endings to make them sensitive. Clarke found that her lips were suddenly parched and the mental image of worrying at Lexa’s other nipple with her teeth flashed in front of her eyes. ‘Mmm, not yet. I want to keep her in this position a little more.’ Clarke thought to herself as she pushed the urge to the back of her mind. Her hand moved to Lexa’s backside again and was pleased to find that the attention she had given Lexa’s breast was received with pleasure. She could feel even without looking that Lexa’s slick was thick, no doubt it will leave a gooey mess on her fingers. “Stay as you are.” She commanded as she stood and moved around the bed. She was pleased to see Lexa had not moved a single muscle as she returned. 

“I am going to put the plug in your ass, Lexa.” Clarke said Lexa’s name for the first time since she had declared her intentions. It was deliberate, she wanted to drag her lover back from her subspace just a little bit. “Give me a colour.” When there was no reply Clarke gently gabbed a fistful of Lexa’s hair and made her look at her. She knew that sometimes Lexa fell too deep into her subspace for words and needed extra encouragement to be able to communicate. As she suspected, Lexa’s eyes were blissfully unfocused. She tightened her fingers around her hair to get better leverage and gently shook the woman’s head. “Lexa. Focus on me.”

Lexa blinked a couple of times to focus her eyes on Clarke. “What did I just say?” Clarke asked. She could see Lexa struggle to remember. Clearly her lover had been in that deep dark part of her mind, the part she once described as she place where she can just float and experience things. “Uh… pl-plug. Plug in my ass. Green, ma’am.” Lexa said with some effort, the fragmented sentences falling lazily from her lips.

Clarke was satisfied with the amount of coherence she could glean from Lexa and gently guided her head back down, mindful that when Lexa was this deep in she often became a pliant rag doll in her hands. Clarke silently marvelled at the incredible speed with which Lexa descended into her subspace. ‘She really must have needed this tonight.’ The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a mixture of pleasure at Lexa’s sheer level of need and a sense of duty to her sub. A heightened sense of responsibility stabbed through her own flow experience, Lexa’s just barely coherent answer reminding Clarke that she needed to be particularly conscious of Lexa’s well-being. The rush of feeling powerful was a heady but solemn experience.

She opened the can of vaseline she had had the Arkadian traders bring in with their previous shipment. Her request resulted in an extremely uncomfortable conversation with her mother who had, of course, heard the rumours that were flying wildly in Polis but seeing Lexa in this state, knowing what she might be allowed to do to her, what she might experience with her lover made it worth it a thousand times over. She liberally coated the plug’s entire length with the substance and repositioned herself behind Lexa. It was the first time she had actually looked at Lexa’s drenched pussy since they had begun playing and Clarke thought she looked glorious. Her lips were swollen and gleaming with wetness, a thick glob hanging from her clit, ready to fall onto a drop that had already landed on the carpet. Clarke caught Lexa’s wetness on her fingers before it went to waste and greedily licked it to get a taste before smearing the rest between Lexa’s ass cheeks. When her fingers touched Lexa’s sensitive skin her muscles flexed, tensed but relaxed immediately, indicating how much of what little attention Lexa still had focused on her backside.

Clarke pressed the tip of the plug against the puckered ring of muscles and gently pushed, grabbing one of Lexa’s hips to steady her. She eased up a second later, teasing Lexa’s opening, allowing her to get used to the sensation. When Lexa’s muscles laxed enough to let her ease the tip in comfortably Clarke pulled out and smeared more vaseline on Lexa’s hole with her finger. When she brought the plug back she pressed deeper, rubbing soothing circles with her thumb over the side of Lexa’s butt cheek as she steadied her. This being the first time Lexa would take anything thicker than her fingers Clarke advanced patiently and soon enough, Lexa’s body yielded to her. When Lexa’s muscles stretched around the widest part of the plug she pushed sharply, knowing it would sting just a little as her ass swallowed the rest of the plug and it disappeared inside Lexa’s ass to the hilt. It was a really pretty one in Clarke’s opinion, decorated with a pretty blue jewel at its hilt. Clarke’s insides thrilled with excitement. ‘We did it!’ It felt like a joint triumph, having been able to introduce the plug to Lexa after her initial reluctance. Clarke admired her handiwork for a few minutes, rubbing soothing circles on Lexa’s ass cheeks, letting her get used to the sensation of being stretched.

After a while Clarke stood and crouched next to Lexa’s head again, gently picking her head up off the floor. “Come on, plaything, I want you to warm my pussy.” She said fondly, almost gently. “Follow me, on your hands and knees.” Clarke felt desire coil deep in her stomach at the sight of Lexa crawling beside her on her hands and knees, allowing Clarke to guide her by the fistful of hair she had grabbed. ‘My god, can she be any more perfect?’ 

It didn’t take Clarke more than a few seconds to get rid of her own remaining clothes before she settled in the armchair and Lexa eagerly took her place on the pillow Clarke had the foresight to leave there before. “Standby.” Clarke said confidently, her eyes brimming with awe at the amazing woman she could call her lover. She sighed in content as Lexa’s plump lips pressed against soaking wetness, her nose pressed against her clit as she had been taught. Clarke closed her eyes to enjoy the luxurious feeling as she prepared for what she wanted to do next.

Lexa was floating, her body feeling liquid, pliant, her senses turned inside out. Her closed eyes afforded her the blissful luxury of darkness, her life, her responsibilities dropping away from the forefront of her mind. Her nose and lips were inundated with her favourite smell and taste, her mind had all but closed down. Nothing existed beyond the taps on her head and the blissful torture in her nether region, her ass pleasantly stretched while her pussy twitched and clenched on nothing, desire coiling in the pit of her stomach.

Tap. She languidly dragged her tongue through her Ma’am’s wet folds, grateful for the taste.

Tap. The taste was rich on her tongue.

Tap. The thick texture of Clarke’s slick addictive. 

She was not made to wait, the taps came in a steady rhythm and the feeling of being allowed to service Ma’am was glorious.

“Edge.” The command penetrated the silent fog in her mind sharply, and she moved without a second thought, her finger circling her own clit, sending jolts down her spine. Her focus shifted and her body came alive, she felt herself heat from the inside as she neared release. She had learned to stop long after she began her ascent, just before she tumbled over the edge, a distant memory in her mind that that was important. Her mental faculties were so far relaxed she could not quite recall why it was important but she instinctively knew. For now it was enough. When she was servicing Ma’am there was no need for thought, Ma’am would think for her. She was just the accumulation of her bodily sensations, pleasure and pain as Ma’am saw fit.

The taps renewed and she dutifully licked, each time dragging the flat of tongue from Ma’am opening across her entire length until just the tip of her tongue reached her clit.

“That’s enough. Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.” The sudden command jolted Lexa out of her trans-like state. A vague thought penetrated her mind, disappointed that she was not allowed to finish servicing Ma’am but she dismissed thought. It was not her place to think. It was not her burden to bear.

 When Clarke joined Lexa on the bed she was wearing a strap on. She had thoughtfully picked a thin dildo with it, intended for Lexa’s ass. 

“Turn around.” Clarke commanded after she had comfortably settled against the headboard. “Make this wet.” She knew very well how repetitive motions worked on Lexa in this state and she was keen on using every trick in her extensive arsenal to make Lexa relax as much as possible. She was pleased to see Lexa eagerly move between her legs and reach for the dildo without hesitation. 

Clarke allowed soft thoughts to enter her mind as she watched Lexa’s head bob up and down between her legs. She truly admired Lexa, her lover had come so far out of her shell. They still had a long way to go both in terms of her training as well as her capacity to express and live her feelings but the progress the reserved and closed off woman made was noticeable.

The sight alone nearly drove wild as she watched the entire length of the dildo disappear inside Lexa’s mouth. But the gentle rub against her clit with each downward motion pushed her to the edge quickly. Deciding that she might able to focus better if she was sated she allowed the feeling to build, wondering excitedly if Lexa could finish her off this way. Her trembling hips slightly rose off the bed and the new angle afforded just the right kind of pressure that tipped Clarke over the edge. She grabbed the furs beneath her with both hands lest she forget herself and grab Lexa’s head instead and make her gag. When her orgasm had subsided and her hips relaxed back against the furs she sighed contentedly, enjoying the soft aftershocks and continued to watch Lexa dutifully servicing her, not having received further instructions.

“Enough. Stay down. Yes, just like that, rest your head in the furs.” Clarke said several minutes later when she thought enough time had passed to allow Lexa to sink back into the deepest recesses of her mind. She moved behind her, soothing her skin with soft touches as she started playing with the plug, pulling on it, feeling Lexa’s muscles resisting against it, unwilling to let go of it. “Relax.” Clarke whispered as a hand circled around her lover’s hips, fingers reaching for her clit to distract her body as she slowly worked the plug out of her. “Give it up. Give me the plug and I’ll give you something better in return.” 

Clarke’s patient ministrations soon yielded success and the plug was freed from Lexa’s shapely ass. She moved to position herself, the dildo lathered up by Lexa’s mouth and a healthy helping of vaseline. She gently poked at Lexa’s muscles with the tip. “Are you ready, Lexa? Give me a colour.” Clarke said, her tone softening with the emotions swirling inside her.

“Yellow, Ma’am.” Lexa said. The answer surprised Clarke. Lexa’s voice was stronger than Clarke expected, clearly not as deep in her subspace and she hadn’t said the colour Clarke was aiming for. She immediately eased away from Lexa and moved back across the bed, her hand affectionately caressing Lexa’s back.

“Okay, Lex. Yellow it is. What are you feeling? Can you tell me what’s wrong?” Clarke asked, stepping out of her character entirely. She knew yellow meant Lexa was uncomfortable which obligated her to make it better. It was her responsibility to make sure Lexa felt safe and comfortable. She sat on the bed, cross legged, the dildo comically jutting in front of her groin, something Clarke could not have cared less about. She gently caressed Lexa’s hair to create a safe and comfortable environment for her as she waited for her answer.

“Nothing is wrong, Ma’am.” Lexa said. She did not raise her head, just turned it to the side, maintaining her position. “But… could I face you, the first time?” Her eyes were still semi-unfocused. But Clarke didn’t need to see her eyes, she had known just from the way she was addressed that Lexa had not yet completely come back to her, she had remained partially submerged in her little space. 

Her words were comforting and Clarke felt a rush of relief at finding out that she had not rushed Lexa or caused her any discomfort after all. ‘Well why the hell not… I can be an affectionate mistress if I want to be…’ Clarke mused silently as she considered Lexa’s request. The position would not be nearly as comfortable as the way she had planned but knowing Lexa’s anxieties over the act… she could be accommodating.

“Roll on your back.” Clarke said, almost too softly. She steeled herself, making an effort to stay in character for Lexa’s sake even though her flow experience had been somewhat halted by the yellow. She reminded herself that it was not a red, she had not abused her power. Lexa just needed some reassurance.

Clarke moved between Lexa’s legs. Lexa opened them eagerly to accept her which steadied Clarke’s nerves more. Lexa wanted this. Lexa wanted her to take her. Lexa wanted her. Slowly, as she busied herself with adjusting themselves into position, she allowed her dominant side out of the mental cage she had throw her into the moment Lexa said yellow. 

She ran her hands along Lexa’s powerful thighs possessively, building her Ma’am persona back. Her hands moved to Lexa’s hips to nudge her into position, her buttocks resting against Clarke’s thighs to give her access to her ass. “Colour?” Clarke asked, her voice much more confident and stronger.

“Green.” Lexa offered immediately. When their eyes connected she saw such raw emotion swirling in Lexa’s eyes. Beneath the clear energy and buzz of anticipation there was so much more. There was a warmth in her eyes. And trust. And something Clarke could only identify as some sort of relief. 

She let the shaft of the dildo slide through Lexa’s folds to slick it up again before pressing the tip against Lexa’s other hole. Guiding it with her hand she pressed forward. As the tip moved past the tense ring of muscle Clarke’s eyes snapped up to lock with Lexa’s, letting her body move with familiarity without overseeing it. 

The way Lexa’s expression transformed as more and more of the dildo disappeared into her ass was magical to Clarke. Her eyes rounded in surprise at the sensation, her pupils so dilated that they completely swallowed the green of her irises. Her lips parted and her eyelashes fluttered in rapt pleasure as Clarke slowly, very slowly bottomed out. Not daring to take her eyes off of Lexa for fear of missing a small but extraordinary change in her features Clarke stayed still for a moment, letting Lexa adjust to the new sensation. “How do you feel? Colour?”

“Green. A thousand greens, Clarke.” Lexa said, not even realizing that she had said her name. But Clarke could not begrudge it her. She moved forward awkwardly, not able to lie on top of Lexa as if she were inside her pussy but it would have to do. “Can I move?” 

“Please.” Lexa breathed. “Take me. Make me yours.”

And slowly Clarke moved her hips. Again and again, slowly rocking back and forth. And fell in love with each of Lexa’s breathless gasps. Her mind raced with excitement and her hips started moving with more confidence, switching to short deep thrusts when Lexa circled her arms around her neck to pull her closer, not having the angle any more to pull out really.

Clarke had mentally prepared words earlier. A ritual of sorts. She wanted to make the impromptu session a claiming ceremony but the words died on her lips as she realized they were not nearly appropriate enough for the emotionally charged moment. “You’re mine now.” Was all she said. There would be time for a ‘proper’ claiming later. Clarke realized that this was an emotional claiming, much softer in nature but perhaps an important prelude to future games they would play.

“Yes.” Lexa whispered. Clarke saw the change happen, it played out so clearly in Lexa’s eyes that Clarke had to choke back a sob of overwhelmed joy. Clarke wondered if it was merely her own mind playing tricks on her but she would have sworn she saw the moment when Lexa yielded the remaining morsels of her soul to Clarke, giving herself completely to her. 
Feeling herself become slowly overwhelmed by her emotions Clarke moved to finish their session, a hand snaking between their bodies. Having changed a significant portion of her plans to accommodate their feels she was determined to stick to her last bastion, she wanted to give Lexa an orgasm whilst she was fucking her ass. All it took was to rub her thumb over Lexa’s clit a few times and she got to watch Lexa fall apart beneath her.

Clarke discarded the dildo as quickly as possible, throwing it out of the bed altogether, knowing it would need a thorough cleaning. She looked at Lexa, hesitating for a moment. “Are you up for cuddles?” 

“Please.” Lexa said, as she opened her arms to welcome her lover into her embrace. Clarke gratefully accepted the invitation, feeling oddly emotional and shy. She had absolutely not expected such an emotional turnout from introducing anal play to Lexa. With Sophia…it had been fun, exciting. Rebellious even. But with Lexa… the added layer of emotion messed with her head. 

“How do you feel?” Clarke asked quietly, her tone contemplative. 

“Wonderful. Relaxed. Centred. At home.” Lexa said, punctuating her answers with soft kisses against Clarke’s chest. “In love.” She said the last so quietly she was not even sure Clarke would hear it. But hear it she did, for she immediately found herself staring up into impossibly blue eyes.

“I’ve felt it for a while now. I think that’s why I felt comfortable enough to try this with you.” Lexa elaborated, seeing the need for more words in Clarke’s eyes.

For once Clarke’s words failed her and all she could do was collapse against Lexa’s lips, devouring her in kiss, hoping that Lexa’s lips could ground her, save her from the overwhelming surge of emotions bubbling inside of her.

A while had passed in comfortable silence, sharing soft touches and kisses before Clarke was able to speak. “I love you too.” She whispered against soft, pliant lips. Aftercare completely swept away on the tidal wave of emotions, Clarke vowed to do it in the morning. For now all she needed was Lexa wrapped around her as close as possible.