Author's Notes: Thank you for all your support as always. I don't have the time or opportunity to update as often now but I will try to get things up as often as I can and Clamy is my top priority so do check back every now and again during the year and for now enjoy a bit of Amy the Dominatrix. And stay awesome!
Clara loved a nice warm shower. The water soaking her brunette hair, running down her smooth petite body and pooling at her feet. A twist of a dial turned the water off and she stepped out, reaching for a towel. Then, with the white towel wrapped around her body to protect her modesty, she stepped out of the bathroom. Her eyes widened. "Lose the towel," Amy ordered. Clara dropped her towel.
"Get on the bed," the Scottish accent sounded again and without hesitation Clara did as she was told. Amy Pond was not naked. In a way that would have been less surprising. Clara would have still dropped her towel and got on the bed, but she wouldn't have been surprised. However, Amy was not naked: She was wearing leather. Some very tight looking black panties with a leather corset tied together over her chest. Her red hair was notably more frizzy than usual too. And in her left hand, her fingers were tightly curled around the end of a long black whip.
"Amy," Clara started to say. Amy's eyes narrowed. "I didn't say you could speak," Amy hissed. Clara swallowed as the whip cracked against the floor in warning. She kept her lips shut. Usually, Clara was a control freak. But Amy knew that the one thing that got Clara going in the bedroom more than anything else was losing that control to someone else. To her. To Amy Pond.
"Don't move," Amy whispered licking her lips. Clara watched as Amy slowly licked her finger then placed it on Clara's chin. She didn't move. Amy's wet finger trailed down the brunette's exposed neck and down her chest. It traced a line straight down the centre, parting the large boobs and slowly sliding down her stomach. It paused at her entrance.
"Spread your legs" Amy ordered. Clara pushed her legs apart but Amy clearly wasn't satisfied because she sighed then firmly placed her hands on each of Clara's inner thighs and pushed them as far apart as they could go. Clara's heart was pounding, her breasts rising and falling with every breath she took. Amy's head dived into Clara's pussy.
Clara wanted to moan. She wanted to scream. She wanted to wail. She wanted to buck her hips up to meet the redhead's teasing lips. She wanted to tangle her own fingers in the Scottish woman's ginger hair. Instead she bit down on her bottom lip to stop herself. Even then, a few squeaks of delight forced themselves out at embarrassingly high pitches. The first time, Amy giggled. The second Amy's eyes shot up towards Clara who quickly regained control of herself. The third time, Amy drew her head back and looked up at Clara. Clara took a deep breath. Amy smirked: "You're allowed to moan," she winked. Then two of her fingers pushed into Clara's vagina.
Clara's head shot back and her eyes scrunched up as she let out moan after moan, each louder than the last. Amy grinned, fingering her roughly. Her fingers shot back and forth inside the young brunette and Clara was gasping unable to catch her breath. Only when Clara screamed out her name did Amy stop. She pulled her two wet fingers out and in front of her Clara, she licked them both clean. Clara swallowed as Amy leaned down over and licked that same tongue up against her cheek. Clara couldn't stop herself. She lunged forwards and kissed Amy Pond.
Amy indulged her at first, kissing back with equal fire and passion. But then she broke it off, pulling back. "Naughty girl," she licked her lips, "I didn't give you permission." Clara nodded slowly: "I'm sorry," she whispered back. Amy tutted. "Roll over." Clara did as she was told. A pale hand clamped onto her right buttock and started to knead the soft flesh. Amy squeezed the brunette's butt tightly, until her nails started to dig in and she head Clara gasp. She paused then she pinched it. Clara let out a loud exclamation in surprise. Pause again. Clara closed her eyes waiting. Then the whip cracked down on her bare ass.
Amy had always enjoyed the opportunity to whip her partners. But none of them had ever made noises quite like Clara. That half-moan, half-scream that just made Amy go wild. The perfect point between pain and pleasure. Amy knew Clara's limits, knew exactly how much that petite body could take, and she was going to push her to her limits.
She thrashed Clara's ass and lay a few down on her long smooth back too. Clara didn't resist. Didn't even try to move. Red lines marked her tight little ass now. Amy dropped the whip and pressed her hand to her warm ass, holding it there for a moment, before pulling back and bringing her hand back down in a harsh slap. She spanked Clara until her ass was shining red. Then she grabbed a fistful of brown hair and tugged until Clara's face came up to meet hers."Roll over," she ordered again.
Clara was on her back again now, her chest heaving and her eyes searching Amy's nervously. Amy just grinned. Her hands reached and sharply she tweaked the younger companion's nipples. Clara gasped but that wasn't enough for Amy. She gave the firm boobs a squeeze anyway, but then she turned to further down. Her hand hovered over Clara's pussy teasingly and she looked up at Clara as if for approval. Clara's eyes widened as she realised what was coming but she nodded. Amy smacked Clara's vagina.
A series of short sharp slaps sent shockwaves through Clara's body and left her pussy stinging. Amy grinned pinching her clit and making her scream. Then two fingers once again pushed inside Clara and started to pump up and down. Clara couldn't stop the noises she was making now if she wanted to as Amy used and abused her entrance, all the while her eyes locked on Clara's face, watching every reaction. Clara couldn't have prevented her climax no matter what she did so instead she just went with it. When Amy withdrew her fingers they were soaking wet.
Amy shed her garments, and the two naked girls pressed themselves together, their limbs tangling together and their lips locking in a passionate kiss. It was the kind of embrace that both wished would never end. Amy's hands stroked Clara's back lovingly and protectively, and Clara snuggled into her redheaded protector with a soft smile. She didn't even realise she was smiling at first. She grinned up at Amy: "you know, I don't think I'll be able to sit down for days." Amy laughed although there was perhaps a flash of guilt in her eyes: "well you can stay here in bed for as long as you want baby." Clara returned the laugh: "as long as you want you mean?
"That would be nice," Amy admitted with a cocky smirk as she placed kiss up Clara's soft neck and along her now quivering jawbone until she reached Clara's ear: "but them you'd never leave."