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Velvet
The velvet ribbons all over the bed were softer than she remembered. As two of those ribbons were secured around her wrists, one ribbon on each of her wrists, the other end bound to the headboard, she looked up at the older woman towering over her, the older woman's green eyes burning with carnal desire.
"Are you ready, malen'kiy?" Natasha asked, as her eyes burned into the blue eyes of her submissive, Clarke Griffin.
Clarke nodded. "Yes, mommy." Clarke answered, earning a satisfied, wide smile from Natasha, her dominant.
"Very good," Natasha said, "Now, trust me."
Clarke nodded and said the words again, "Yes, mommy." And then tilted her head up, slightly, so that Natasha could secure a soft silk blindfold around her head, tying it behind her head, and Clarke's vision was now obscured.
"Remember your safe word, if you need it, malyshka." Natasha instructed.
Clarke nodded and said, "Understood, mommy."
Clarke was blindfolded now, but she could hear Natasha walking to the other end of the bed, and heard her handling some more of the velvet ribbons.
Then Clarke felt Natasha tying those ends around Clarke's ankles, securing her legs wide apart, and tying her legs to the other end of the bed.
Clarke was naked, so that got rid of that one particular matter. Natasha was only in her high heeled shoes, underwear, bra and stockings, the common wear that Natasha bore, whenever their sex together was particularly kinky.
Clarke heard Natasha go to the dresser, and heard the drawer open up. Clarke swallowed, knowing that Natasha was going to use one of their many toys. Not that she was going to complain, even a little.
She felt heat shooting down to between her legs, almost becoming unbearable in the yearning she felt.
She felt apprehension as well as need, desire, love and yearning flow through her.
She always desired every single thing that Natasha gave to her. Always.
But she did feel fear. Fear of her own desire. Fear of how much she hungered. How much she wanted it.
Natasha had taught her to accept her own desires. And it had helped. But still, Clarke could feel her unease, her apprehension. If she needed to, she would use her safe word, and Natasha would stop, and Clarke knew that. And besides, Clarke was so strong. So, so strong. She could easily rip the ribbons out of the bed's headboard, and bring it to an end, and both Clarke and Natasha knew that.
But Clarke also trusted Natasha, and knew that the older woman would stop, as soon as she heard Clarke's safe word.
So, when she heard something buckling, and Clarke inhaled sharply, knowing exactly what kind of toy Natasha was about to use, she only felt the heat between her legs pulsing harder now.
Her clit, she knew, was stiff by now, or getting close to stiff.
She heard Natasha get closer to the bed, and felt the bed dip down and knew that Natasha had gotten up onto the mattress.
She felt Natasha lower herself down, kissing Clarke deeply. Clarke gasped as Natasha's tongue invaded her mouth.
The velvet ropes restrained her and though she was an all-powerful being, she knew she would always be at Natasha's mercy.
And when Clarke felt the toy begin to slide into her, Clarke knew she wanted it no other way.