that power over me Chapter 1, a 100 fanfic

hihi! this is a piece i wrote a while ago and then kind of lost in all my documents until i realized i really wanted daddy bellamy, and then i found it again! i hope you enjoy! make sure to read the tags before reading, as this will not be everyone's thing!

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She hated the way that her thoughts just kept running together, a jumbled mess that she just couldn't quiet down.

It got like that sometimes—a lot of the time—but it was always something that she tried to handle on her own. She'd handled things on her own for so long, even before she should have ever needed to, and it forced her to bottle things up, internalize so much more than what was healthy, finding it difficult to trust and rely on anyone.

She'd found an outlet through BDSM after being introduced by an ex-girlfriend, Lexa Tree, and it did help. It helped to quiet her mind in ways that she hadn't expected, even if it wasn't something that she had time to explore and indulge in a lot, especially since she found it hard to find a play partner that she trusted.

But that was before him.

Clarke Griffin sniffed back her tears and swiped at them with the back of her hand, glad that her mask covered half her face and her sunglasses covered the other half, even though the glasses were unnecessary at this time of the night. At least the doorman wouldn't see how splotchy her face was when he opened the door of the lobby, giving her a smile and nodding his head, and Clarke nodded quickly back at him before she was making her way through the lobby to the elevators on the other side.

It wasn't until the elevator doors were opening on the nineteenth floor that she realized that she hadn't even text ahead to say that she was coming, she had just gotten on the first bus outside the hospital that was heading in the right direction and tried to keep it together with music blaring loudly in her ears. Unfortunately, the music hadn't been a distraction, it had just added to the noise in her head, making the swirling mess even worse and the frustrated tears had started falling once she stepped off the public transport.

She kept going, though, she got to his front door and forced herself to knock, even though she felt a little shaky now, worried about interrupting his evening, worried he might not even be in, worried that he was busy, worried that she was intruding—

But then the door opened, and he was standing there, looking warm and sweet and concerned as soon as his eyes focused on her.

"Oh, baby…" he murmured.

"Daddy," Clarke felt herself sob as she crumbled into her chest.

The people that Clarke had played with before Bellamy Blake were rough and mean and she had liked that. She had liked being paddled and slapped and the way their degrading words would spurr her on. It had been the type of play that Lexa had liked, it was what Clarke had been introduced with and what she had felt most comfortable building on once she was alone, but then Bellamy came along.

And Bellamy could be rough and mean, but right from the start Clarke had been able to tell he was different, a bit softer than what she had experienced before.

She didn't realize how much she would like it…Love it.

She knew it was also because of who Bellamy was, what he meant to her after all the time that they had spent together, but that still scared her to think about in too much depth just yet. Although, whatever they had, she knew that it was so much more than a simple contract between Dominant and Submissive, because she'd had them before, and the way he looked after her and the way she felt about him was so much more.

"I know it's hard, baby," he was whispering, holding her in close, one arm wrapped around her while the other was stroking through her hair. "It's okay, let it out," he kissed the side of her head and swayed her gently from side to side, the warm water of the spa bath swirling around them. He didn't pressure her to talk, there weren't any expectations from him, all that she could feel were her feelings and the weight of those on her chest, and he just held her as she cried all of those overwhelming emotions out.

Bellamy treated her so delicately, washing her hair and making sure to keep her head tilted back so the water and suds didn't wash down into her eyes, and then gently rubbing an expensive smelling body wash all over, and she could feel everything just…Feeling so much better. She had a bit of a headache, from her long day at the hospital and how much she had been crying, and her body and feet were absolutely aching, but the longer she soaked in the warm water and Bellamy looked after her thoroughly, the further away all of that got. All the pressure behind her eyes was melting away and all the tension in her body was dissolving, and everything was becoming so nice and fuzzy.

"Come on, pretty girl," Bellamy's voice was soft, his arms strong as they helped her stand and guided her out of the bath. Clarke fumbled a little but she knew that she was safe as Bellamy steadied her, leaning her against the large vanity as he picked up a towel and started drying her down gently. He spoke to her quietly, calling her sweet names, his touch always so careful with her, and she felt the way that her brain was completely slowing down, not feeling anywhere near as overwhelmingly dizzy as she had before.

And then when Bellamy guided her out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, that was one of her favourite places in the world. Everything felt warm and loved inside of his bedroom, nothing like the tornado of a room she slept in occasionally and rarely spent any other time in. And when he sat her down on the soft covers of his bed, her eyes slipped shut and she let out a happy sigh. She could hear Bellamy walking around the room absently, and a drawer opening, but she didn't need to worry about anything. She didn't need to say anything, do anything, think anything, and the pleasantly floaty feeling was settling completely over her as Bellamy came back to her and his fingers brushed over her bare shoulder.

"Arms up for me, sweet thing," Bellamy's deep voice made her sway forward slightly, and she heard a humming sound under his breath. He slipped a shirt over her head and carefully put her arms through the sleeves, before squeezing her elbow gently. "Stand up for me, baby, let me put on some panties, hm?" Clarke could feel the tips of her ears heating up but she did as he said, even though her knees felt weak, and he lifted her feet one at a time, putting on a comfortable pair of cotton briefs covered in daisies. "So cute, baby," Bellamy exhaled as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the front of her panties, right over where her clit was, and Clarke felt herself wobble again.

"Daddy," she breathed, squeezing her thighs together instinctively and Bellamy chuckled under his breath before pulling back, and then he was slipping a pair of shorts up her legs as well.

"Have you eaten today?" Bellamy asked when he straightened up and Clarke wrinkled her nose, unsure if he would count the dry muffin that she'd had around lunch. And then she felt her stomach drop, because Bellamy always wanted her to eat properly, and she didn't want to disappoint him—didn't want her Daddy to be mad at her— "Sweetheart," Bellamy was leaning down and cupping her face, dark eyes meeting hers, and just as quickly as those worries started running through her mind, they faded away. "Daddy isn't going to be upset if you haven't eaten. I just want to make sure I'm looking after my baby right."

Clarke felt tears instantly flood to her eyes, because Bellamy was so good to her. He was amazing. He was…He was far too good. He looked after her all the time, even though he didn't have to. He was the most attentive Dominant that she had ever been with, and there really had never been any chance for her not to fall in love with him.

"Haven't eaten much," Clarke murmured, and Bellamy nodded, giving her an understanding. smile before he was holding out a hand to her. She took his hand and he led her out of the room. Clarke followed pliantly, and when Bellamy let go of her hand once they reached the lounge before moving into the adjoining kitchen, she paused.

"Go kneel for me, baby," Bellamy told her and Clarke's toes curled happily into the carpet below her feet, before moving over to the couch, on the left side, because that was where Bellamy always sat. The TV was still playing, from whatever Bellamy was watching before he had answered the door for her, but it was turned down low, becoming easy white noise. She fell to her knees easily, thighs pressed together and shoulders pushed back and back straight, and throat exposed as her chin was tilted upward.

And then she breathed.

Her Daddy would be with her soon and he would keep looking after her.

He always looked after her.

He looked after her so well…

Everything else just fell away, because she was doing exactly what he had told her to do, and he would tell her what she had to do next, and she would be good and he would give her kisses. Bellamy was trustworthy and he was safe and he was everything that no one else in her life had ever been, and that was why he was her favourite person.

"So good, baby," Bellamy said as he approached her, his footsteps getting louder and making Clarke open her eyes. He sat down, exactly where she expected him to, always constant, with a bowl of fruit in his hands. He fed her slices of apple and segments of mandarin, quietly pressing them onto her tongue each time she was done chewing, stroking his fingers gently through her hair and down her face as she ate. And she felt better after she had eaten, it wasn't too heavy, Bellamy knew that she couldn't sleep on a full stomach, and the sugar from the fruit made her feel more human. "You're doing such a good job, sweetheart," he praised softly as he ran his fingers through her hair before feeding her another slice of apple. When he finished with the fruit left in the bowl, he set it aside and leaned forward to grip her chin lightly, enough for her to open her eyes. "Would you like to go to bed now, or would you like to kneel for me longer?" He asked and Clarke's thoughts were sluggish, but she definitely knew that she did not want to get up.

"Stay, Daddy," she mumbled out, her words slightly slurred, but Bellamy understood with a smile. Of course he understood, he always seemed to know what she wanted.

"Good girl," Bellamy whispered, stroking his fingers against the side of her face, light touches that had her tilting his head from side-to-side, following after his touch like a flower following after the sun. It made her sink even further down, coherent thought just drifting away as he lulled her deeper into a sweet, safe headspace. "I want you to keep being good and keep me in your mouth, okay? I'm going to finish watching the news, and then I'll take you to bed." His hand went to the waistband of his sweatpants, but he didn't start begin to push them down until there was a nod from Clarke, her eyebrows twitching upwards as she realized what was happening. "Colour, baby?"

"G-green, Daddy," Clarke swallowed hard and her eyes darted up to his face before looking back down at his lap and Bellamy smiled knowingly, shaking his head once before pushing his pants down enough to take out his cock.

"Come here, sweetheart," Bellamy reached out to encourage her forward, Clarke shuffling as close as she could get between his legs without climbing into the couch, and opening her pink mouth, tip of her tongue peeking out. "Good girl," Bellamy repeated, and Clarke exhaled shakily as one of his hands wrapped around the back of her head, while the other slowly fed his cock into her mouth. Her breathing was still shaky and uneven for a few breaths as she adjusted, he could feel her tongue pressing up against his cock from underneath and the way her throat tightened as he pushed himself deeper, but then she adjusted. She took him in deeper, breathing through her nose and leaning her head against his thigh with his cock comfortably stretching her mouth.

Bellamy's hand was always on her in some way, touching her hair or stroking the side of her face or moving to cup the back of her head, while his attention appeared to be completely on the TV every time she managed to open her eyes and look up at him. It made her head fuzzy, enjoying the way she didn't need the pressure of his full attention, while knowing at the same time, he was completely aware of every movement that she made. He did this a lot, and at first it had been something that she'd heard about and had thought was kind of boring, but now was one of her favourite activities, even when it didn't end in orgasms. Every now and then, his hands would tighten in her hair and encourage her movements to change slightly, but even then, it was all under his direction, she didn't need to think about anything, just making her Daddy happy and letting herself drift away.

By the time he was gathering her up into his lap and wrapping his arms around her, Clarke's lips were swollen and shiny and she gave him a sleepy smile as she rested her head against his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to her mouth and she responded weakly, one of her hands coming up to grip at the front of his shirt.

"So sweet, baby girl," Bellamy whispered, kissing her nose before he was reaching past her to pick up the remote. "Let me take you to bed, hm?" He pulled back to look down at her face, at how swollen her lips were from sucking his cock, and he closed his eyes for a moment to take in shaky, grounding breath before he was standing up, lifting Clarke easily in his arms. Clarke made a surprised noise under her breath, clinging around Bellamy's neck, and he didn't mind one bit, letting her hold him as tight as she needed as he carried her out of the lounge and toward his bedroom.

She loved his room, loved how it smelt nice and clean and faintly of his cologne and was always tidy—completely opposite to her own bedroom—but it wasn't as though Bellamy got mad at her when she left things on the floor here. Sometimes he'd give her spankings if it kept on happening, but it was never without warning, and most of the time she did clean up after herself when she was here, because she knew it made Bellamy happy, and she liked making her Daddy happy. There were times when she did it on purpose, though, because she liked it when he spanked her… It made her feel safe, being secured over his lap, and she knew that the way she felt about him wasn't just something a Submissive felt for a Dominant when they weren't in a relationship. She knew it was something more. That safe feeling that extended to every interaction they had, that had brought her here tonight without question.

"No, no, princess," Bellamy's hands were already reaching down for her hands to move them away from where she was reaching out for his belt buckle. "Head up on the pillow, be a good girl and lay back for me, hm?" Clarke obeyed him easily, her body feeling nice and heavy, so relaxed and different from how it had been just a few hours before. The only thing in her head was her Daddy and any words he had and how good it felt when his rough fingertips brushed over her thigh and over her knee. "You're so good for me, mm? Aren't you, sweetheart?" He prompted her, clearly expecting a response, and she parted her lips, needing to take a minute to figure out how to use her tongue again and Bellamy waited, he was patient, his fingers trailing over her ankle, making a loose circle around it. Clarke's breathing caught in her throat at the way it made her feel as though he was holding her leg down, trapped underneath him by a simple hold that she loved. Truthfully, he had told her to lay down, and so that was all she was going to do until he said otherwise.

"M-me," she stammered out, tongue flicking over her lips as she wet them, feeling how swollen they were and tasting the saltiness of Bellamy's cock still there before she spoke again. "I'm g-good for you, Daddy," she told him quietly and she watched with starry eyes as a smile spread across his face, giving her ankle a squeeze before his hands were moving, reaching up to cup between her legs, making her gasp.

"That's right, you're so good. You're such a good girl, princess," he murmured as his palm pressed between her legs, making her pussy squish and clench under the thin fabric of her panties, and she swallowed as she tried to keep her eyes on Bellamy. "You're always good, okay?" He was leaning in closer, moving up the bed so that he was sitting right beside her, braced over her and able to see every expression that flitted over her face.

It made her feel so small, laying underneath him, her legs spreading wider as his other hand gently nudged them further apart, his broad body looming over top of her, and it made her feel protected. He was speaking to her softly, fondly, and Clarke only caught half of what he was saying as his fingers started massaging her through the cotton, rubbing over where her clit was until her lips parted for him and then the pressure was directly on her clit, making her body stiffen and jerk upwards slightly. But a raise of his eyebrows at her movement was enough to have her settling back down, tiny creases of concentration on her forehead as she tried not to wiggle around too much under his touch as her breathing got heavier.

"You just lay there, sweetheart, okay?" Bellamy murmured down at her. "You've had a long day, and Daddy just wants to look after you, alright?" She didn't know how he found the right words, and she didn't know how she the fuck she was supposed to not fall in love with him when he always spoke to her in the way she needed, treated her the way she needed. He had completely spoilt her for anyone else. "I know you're tired, and I know you have a long shift tomorrow as well, but right now I just want you to let Daddy take care of you."

As the pressure increased against her clit and her toes curled, she could feel tears in the corners of her eyes as he continued to speak to her. Everything from the bad day, the bad week, all just washed away when he was there, it felt as though he was surrounding her, the only thing that was filling her senses. He made everything go away for a while, and when it all came back, when she'd emerged from the cloudy space that he had lulled her into, it felt as though everything was a lot more manageable, like he helped her find the strength to face it again. It was all of that—the things he was making her feel, the words he was saying, the way his hand was slowly and expertly spiralling her toward her orgasm, the love that filled her up whenever he was there—it made everything spill over. Tears spilled down her face as the emotions became too big and she let out a sob.

"That's it, baby girl," Bellamy whispered as he leaned down to whisper against her ear, his breath warm and ticklish. "Let it all out, princess." There was never any judgement in his voice, his fingers relentless as they kept moving in circles over her clit, his forehead resting against her temple as he breathed steadily in her ear, something to help ground her as the tears flooded down her face. And along with all those thick emotions that were working through her body and her mind and her heart, the lightning-sparkling-tingling feeling from his fingers just kept building, until she was gasping and her hand was reaching out to grab at Bellamy's thick forearm, her nails sinking into his skin. "Cum, princess," he allowed gently. "Daddy wants to see you cum."

That was all it took, and Clarke felt herself squirt through her panties, soaking the inside of her thighs and probably getting all over the bed and Bellamy's fingers, but those were the last of her concerns as pleasure washed over her in waves.

The tears took a while to subside, but Bellamy didn't rush her, wiping his fingers clean on some wet wipes in the bedside table and then laying down next to her on the bed and holding her close, pressing kisses to her cheeks and temple. He was whispering nonsensical stuff in her ear, and she tuned back in somewhere around where he was telling her that they could go out for a picnic this weekend. They didn't even have solid plans this weekend, but they had been spending more and more of them together recently, and his easy assumption that they would be together this weekend made her smile a little dopily at him.

"Aye, there's my princess," Bellamy whispered, clearly seeing the way something in her eyes changed as she blinked up at him. His finger trailed over her forehead and tucked a stray hair gently behind her ear. "Are you feeling alright?" He asked softly and she nodded, because there wasn't going to be anything comprehensive that she would be able to get out right now, her brain still felt as though it was complete mush, detached from her and not interested in operating at all.

But that was okay, that was what her Daddy was for.

He didn't push her for more than what she could handle, and he didn't try to drag her back from that cloud that he had helped her float away on. He kept her tethered instead, always touching her and speaking to her as he carried her to the bathroom, first seating her on the toilet and then wiping down her face and between her legs. He tucked her back into her damp panties though, and when she made a small, questioning sound, he just smiled and kissed her cheek.

"You got yourself all messy after Daddy just got you all cleaned up," he murmured against her temple. "So you get to sleep in it." Clarke blinked slowly at him, that fuzzy feeling around her head intensifying again, and she just nodded wordlessly, reaching up for him to pick her up again and carry her to the bedroom. She clung to him in a way that she never used to let herself do, even when she'd been in relationships, even when she'd been a new Submissive with Lexa, and he let her, always ready to hold her. He rolled her into bed, under the covers first, before he disappeared for a few minutes, and she knew he'd be turning off all the lights in the apartment and making sure everything was locked up. When he came back, he made sure he turned on the night light that he seemed to keep permanently on her side of the bed despite the fact she was only there several nights a week at most.

Maybe it was the sight of the pink night light, something that he had bought for her, and seemed happy to keep on display in his bedroom that finally brought her to say something as he got into bed with her, the only lighting in the room soft and starry shaped, and Bellamy quickly becoming the only thing she could feel and smell as he slipped an arm underneath her and pulled her in close.

"Wan' to be yours…" Clarke's voice was a little slurred as she tipped her head into his chest, taking in deep inhales of his scent, so incredibly comforting.

"Baby…You are mine," his arm tightened around her waist. Clarke huffed a little, turning her face into his chest and pressing a sloppy kiss to his pec. She would be watching her words a whole lot more carefully if she wasn't floating so high right now, but maybe that was a good thing. It felt good to say them.

"No, Daddy…I-I wanna properly be yours," she replied and she felt him take in a deep breath, although it sounded a bit shuddery when he let it out. She was comfy where she was, and she didn't want to move, but she wanted to see his face in the glow of the night light. When her head fell back, just enough to see his face, he was already looking down at her, although it was difficult to read his expression in the dim light.

"Yeah, baby?" Bellamy asked quietly.

"Mmhm," Clarke nodded once, even though just that movement felt as though it took a lot out of her, her body and mind so pleasantly heavy in her submissive headspace.

"I want you to properly be mine too, sweet thing," Bellamy murmured, and she couldn't see in the dark, and because her face was angled awkwardly, but she heard the smile in his voice, felt it against her temple where his mouth was pressed. "Come over after you finish work tomorrow night, hm? I don't care how late it is. We'll have dinner and talk properly."

Clarke fell asleep much happier than she had been just a few hours before.

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