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Just a short thought that I had that is going nowhere. Just a small bite sized fic.
Just a little foreplay
The ropes, designed to be soft for this exact occasion, were secure. Tight, stretched tight and that alone was enough to excite the blonde young woman on the bed.
Natasha Romanoff stood over her romantic partner soulmate, Clarke Griffin, whom she had bound to the large, wide bed before her.
Clarke could snap the binds at any moment, but she wasn't going to move. She wasn't going to.
There were binds on her ankles and on her wrists, and she could have broken them easily.
But why would she? Both she and Natasha knew better than that.
Clarke was completely naked-except for the black blindfold around her eyes.
Natasha was almost naked, save for her bra and underwear, both black.
In Natasha's hand, was a riding crop.
Natasha tilted her head slightly to the dresser up against the wall. She would…go to the drawer full of toys eventually, but now was not the time for that, just yet.
She turned back to her beloved and smiled predatorily down at Clarke.
At seeing the moisture between Clarke's vaginal lips, Natasha chuckled, "I see someone is excited."
Clarke whined quietly, as she squirmed in the grasp of the bindings on her.
She heard Natasha's footsteps come closer, then she gasped, when she felt the riding crop's top against her clit and she shivered.
Natasha asked in a nearly cruel tone, "If I decided to play with your clit like this all night, you'd cry after several hours, wouldn't you? I think I'll do that. And not let you get off."
Clarke whined, "Please, mommy, don't…," she widened her legs and pushed herself up harder against the riding crop, "I'll be good, mommy. Promise."
Natasha snorted, "Oh, I don't know about that. But we'll see, won't we, malyshka?"
Clarke didn't see Natasha grin, but she practically heard the grin in the redhead's voice when Natasha said, pressing the top of the riding crop against Clarke's clit again, dragging it all along the length of Clarke's hardened clit, making the blonde tied to the bed whimper, "Better hold onto those bindings tight, malen'kiy, you're going to be here in this position all night."
And cruelly, she kept dragging the riding crop's tip against Clarke's clit torturously, almost purring at the sounds that were torn from Clarke's mouth as the blonde moaned and writhed on the bed where the ropes bound her.