Bab 4: Day 4: First Time Bondage
Day 4: First Time Bondage
Clarke lay back on the bed, the soft sheets beneath her contrasting sharply with the knot of tension in her stomach. Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched Lexa loop the first leather strap around her wrist, securing it to the bedpost with practiced ease. Clarke's breath hitched at how confident Lexa was, the way her hands moved with such certainty.
She's done this before.
That thought sent a sharp wave of jealousy through Clarke, tightening her chest. She couldn't help it — the idea that Lexa had tied someone else up like this, touched someone else like this, made her feel like she was just another in a long line.
Especially after everything.
After the mountain, after Lexa had left her behind, abandoned her to die while she chose her people over Clarke — it had been a long road to this moment. Physically, they were closer than they'd ever been, but Clarke couldn't shake the doubt that still lingered in her heart.
Lexa paused, looking down at Clarke's wrist now bound to the headboard. Her green eyes met Clarke's, and Clarke could see the flicker of concern in them. "Are you sure about this?" Lexa asked softly, her voice filled with that quiet authority that always made Clarke's heart skip a beat. "You can stop this at any time. You don't have to do anything you're not ready for."
Clarke's jaw clenched. Was she ready? She didn't know if she was ready to give Lexa this kind of control — after everything that had happened, after how badly her trust had been shattered. But there was another part of her, the part that refused to be seen as vulnerable, the part that needed to prove that she could handle this, handle Lexa.
"I'm sure," Clarke replied, her voice steady but tight with the tension simmering inside her. "Just… don't stop."
Lexa's eyes softened for a moment, but she didn't say anything else. Instead, she moved to Clarke's other side, picking up the second leather strap and securing Clarke's wrist to the opposite side of the headboard. Clarke watched her every movement, her breath coming in shallow bursts as the feeling of being restrained began to settle in.
Lexa's hands were steady, precise, and that only made Clarke's mind race even more. Who else had she tied up like this? Who else had she touched with the same care?
Clarke tugged lightly against the restraints, testing them. They weren't tight enough to hurt, but the sensation of being bound sent a rush of adrenaline through her, making her chest tighten. She couldn't move. She couldn't pull away. And Lexa had her completely.
Lexa glanced up as she secured Clarke's ankles next, her movements slow, deliberate, her fingers brushing lightly over Clarke's skin as she looped the straps around her legs and attached them to the bedposts. Clarke's heart pounded in her chest, her body trembling slightly at the combination of Lexa's touch and the overwhelming sensation of vulnerability.
Once Lexa finished tying Clarke up, she stood at the foot of the bed for a moment, her eyes scanning Clarke's body, taking in the sight of her bound and exposed. Clarke's breath hitched at the look in Lexa's eyes — desire, yes, but something more. Something deeper.
But that old insecurity was still there, gnawing at her. Clarke couldn't hold back any longer. "You've done this before," she said, her voice sharp, almost accusing. "Haven't you?"
Lexa's expression didn't falter, but Clarke saw the flicker of recognition in her eyes. "Yes," Lexa admitted, her voice calm but quiet. "But it was never like this."
Clarke scoffed, her chest tightening with the jealousy she could no longer contain. "Of course you've done this before," she muttered, tugging at the restraints in frustration. "Who else, Lexa? Who else have you tied up like this?"
Lexa's eyes darkened, but her voice remained steady. "Clarke—"
"How many others?" Clarke snapped, her voice rising, a raw edge to it. "Because I'm not just anyone. I'm not one of your past lovers. And after what you did—"
Lexa took a deep breath, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, her hand resting gently on Clarke's thigh. "This isn't about them," she said, her voice soft but firm. "It's about you. About us."
Clarke wanted to pull away, wanted to argue, but she couldn't. She was tied up, and Lexa's gentle touch on her thigh only heightened the frustration boiling inside her. "How am I supposed to trust you?" Clarke asked, her voice barely more than a whisper now. "You left me, Lexa. You left me to die."
There it was. The heart of it. The betrayal that still stung, that still haunted Clarke whenever she looked into Lexa's eyes and remembered the mountain.
Lexa's hand tightened slightly on Clarke's thigh, her eyes filled with something that looked like regret. "I know," she said quietly. "I made a choice that day. A choice I'll regret for the rest of my life. But I'm here now, Clarke. I'm not going anywhere. I will never leave you again."
Clarke swallowed hard, her breath shaky as she looked away, her wrists tugging at the leather straps again. "I don't know if I can believe that."
Lexa leaned closer, her breath warm against Clarke's neck. "Then let me show you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let me show you that you can trust me."
Clarke's heart pounded in her chest, her body trembling with both anticipation and doubt. She wanted to trust Lexa, wanted to believe her, but the fear of being hurt again was still there, still lingering.
Lexa's lips brushed lightly against Clarke's collarbone, a soft, teasing kiss that sent a shiver down Clarke's spine. Her hands moved up Clarke's body, her fingers tracing the outline of Clarke's hips before slipping beneath the hem of her shirt, pushing it up slowly, deliberately.
Clarke's breath hitched as Lexa's hands slid up her torso, exposing her skin inch by inch. Her mind was spinning, torn between the desire coursing through her and the uncertainty that still gnawed at her heart. She was vulnerable, completely at Lexa's mercy, and part of her wasn't sure if she could handle that.
Lexa leaned down, her lips brushing against Clarke's ear. "You're safe with me," she whispered, her voice filled with quiet conviction. "I won't hurt you."
Clarke closed her eyes, trying to push away the lingering doubt. She wanted to believe Lexa. She wanted to let go. But the memory of the mountain — of Lexa walking away — still haunted her.
Lexa's hands slid lower again, her fingers brushing lightly over Clarke's thighs, teasing her, but not giving her the release she craved. Clarke's body trembled, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts as Lexa's touch left her on edge, her body aching with need.
"You don't have to trust me right now," Lexa whispered, her voice low and soothing. "But I'm going to earn it. Starting now."
Clarke's heart pounded, her body reacting to every brush of Lexa's fingers, every teasing kiss. She was on the verge of letting go, of giving herself completely to Lexa, but the doubt still lingered, holding her back.
Lexa's lips trailed down Clarke's neck, soft kisses that sent shivers through Clarke's body, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. Her hands moved with the same careful precision as before, teasing, exploring, but never pushing too far. It was almost as if Lexa was waiting for Clarke to give her permission to take the next step.
And in that moment, Clarke realized something: Lexa was holding back too. She wasn't taking complete control. She was waiting for Clarke, waiting for her to decide when to let go.
"Let me in," Lexa murmured against Clarke's skin, her voice filled with a quiet intensity. "Let me show you that I'm not going anywhere."
Clarke's chest tightened, her breath shaky as she tugged lightly against the restraints. She was bound, unable to move, unable to fight. But despite everything, despite the fear and the doubt, Clarke realized that Lexa wasn't holding her prisoner — she was waiting for Clarke to choose.
"Okay," Clarke whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with resolve. "I'll try."
Lexa's lips curved into a soft smile against Clarke's skin, her hand gently brushing over Clarke's thigh as she kissed her way back up to Clarke's collarbone. "That's all I'm asking," she murmured, her voice filled with quiet determination. "Let me take care of you."
Clarke's breath hitched as Lexa's words settled over her like a warm blanket. Her heart was still racing, her mind spinning with the gravity of what was happening. She had never been tied up during sex before — never been in this position where she was so exposed, so vulnerable. It wasn't just physical; it was emotional, too. She was giving Lexa something that no one else had ever had, and that realization sent a wave of nervousness through her.
Her wrists tugged lightly at the restraints again, the leather soft but firm against her skin. She couldn't move, couldn't escape the feeling of being completely at Lexa's mercy. And yet, despite the lingering doubt, despite the uncertainty, there was something undeniably thrilling about it.
Lexa could see right through her, could feel the hesitation still simmering beneath Clarke's bravado. "You're thinking too much," Lexa murmured, her voice soothing as her fingers trailed over Clarke's ribs, drawing a soft gasp from Clarke's lips. "Focus on me."
Clarke tried. She focused on the way Lexa's hands moved, slow and deliberate, the way her lips brushed against Clarke's skin in a trail of warmth. Her breath came in short, shallow bursts as Lexa's hands explored her body, never rushing, always waiting for Clarke to respond. It was as if Lexa knew exactly how to draw her out of her head, how to make her forget the jealousy, the doubt, and just feel.
But it was hard — hard to let go, hard to give in when her mind kept circling back to the betrayal. Clarke's eyes squeezed shut as Lexa kissed her way up her neck, her lips brushing over Clarke's pulse point, sending shivers down her spine. Her wrists strained against the restraints again, more out of reflex than resistance.
"Clarke," Lexa whispered, her breath hot against Clarke's ear. "Look at me."
Clarke's eyes fluttered open, her breath catching as she met Lexa's gaze. The intensity in Lexa's eyes was overwhelming, and for a moment, Clarke forgot everything else. All she could see was Lexa — her focus, her desire, her quiet promise.
"We can stop if you want, I can untie you." There was worry in her look but also love. Clarke did not question how much Lexa loved her, not since they had made up. She could feel the intensity of her feelings. She could allow some trust. If she said stop, Lexa would.
"No, keep going." She was proud that her voice didn't tremble when she spoke. She was still just a little nervous.
"I'm here," Lexa said softly, her hand cupping Clarke's cheek, her thumb brushing lightly over Clarke's skin. "I'm right here. You're safe."
Clarke's chest tightened at Lexa's words, the sincerity in her voice cutting through the last remnants of doubt. She took a deep breath, her body trembling slightly as she nodded, letting herself sink into the moment, letting herself trust.
Lexa's lips curved into a soft smile as she kissed Clarke again, her lips gentle but firm, grounding Clarke in the present. Her hands moved down Clarke's body, slow and deliberate, her fingers tracing the lines of Clarke's hips, her thighs, before finally slipping beneath the waistband of her underwear.
Clarke's breath hitched, her body arching slightly as Lexa's fingers brushed against her, teasing her with soft, featherlight touches. The sensation was overwhelming, heightened by the fact that Clarke couldn't move, couldn't control what was happening. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending buzzing with anticipation as Lexa's touch left her trembling.
Lexa's fingers moved with deliberate slowness, her touch teasing but never quite giving Clarke the pressure she craved. Clarke's breath came in short, desperate gasps as her body responded to every stroke, her hips bucking slightly against the restraints in a silent plea for more.
"Patience," Lexa murmured against Clarke's skin, her voice low and soothing as her fingers brushed lightly over Clarke's clit, drawing a soft moan from Clarke's lips. "I want to take my time with you."
Clarke's body trembled, her heart racing as Lexa's words washed over her. She was trying to stay grounded, trying to keep her mind from spinning, but the sensation of being so exposed, so vulnerable, was making her head swim. It was a strange mix of fear and exhilaration, and Clarke wasn't sure if she wanted to beg Lexa to stop or keep going.
But Lexa knew her too well. She could sense Clarke's hesitation, the way her body tensed and relaxed in equal measure. Lexa didn't rush her, didn't push her too far too fast. Instead, she took her time, letting Clarke adjust, letting her body get used to the feeling of being at Lexa's mercy.
Clarke's breath came in short, shallow bursts as Lexa's fingers moved with agonizing precision, teasing her, keeping her on edge without giving her what she truly needed. Every stroke sent a jolt of pleasure through her, but it wasn't enough. She needed more — more pressure, more contact, more of Lexa.
"Lexa," Clarke gasped, her voice barely more than a whisper as her hips jerked against the restraints. "Please…"
Lexa smiled against Clarke's skin, her breath warm and teasing as her fingers finally pressed harder against Clarke's clit, drawing a soft cry from her lips. "That's what I wanted to hear," Lexa murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction.
Clarke's body arched off the bed, her wrists straining against the leather straps as Lexa's fingers circled her clit with firm, deliberate strokes. The sensation was overwhelming, every touch sending waves of pleasure crashing through her, and Clarke couldn't hold back the soft moans that spilled from her lips.
Lexa watched her closely, her eyes dark with intensity as her fingers worked Clarke's body with practiced precision. It was as if she knew exactly what Clarke needed, exactly how to push her to the edge without letting her fall over.
Clarke's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling as Lexa's fingers moved faster, the pressure building with every stroke. She could feel the tension coiling inside her, tightening with every pass of Lexa's fingers, but it wasn't enough. Not yet.
And then, without warning, Lexa's mouth was on her. Clarke cried out, her body jolting as Lexa's tongue brushed over her clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. Her fingers gripped the sheets beneath her, her knuckles white as her body trembled with the intensity of Lexa's touch.
Lexa's tongue moved with the same precision as her fingers, slow and deliberate, teasing Clarke to the brink but never letting her fall over the edge. Her fingers thrust inside Clarke, curling just right, and Clarke's entire body shook with the force of the pleasure building inside her.
Clarke's breath hitched, her head falling back against the pillow as she tugged at the restraints again, her body desperate for more. The feeling of being so completely helpless, so at Lexa's mercy, only heightened everything, made her body ache for release.
"Please," Clarke gasped, her voice shaking as Lexa's tongue circled her clit again, harder this time, the pressure almost unbearable. "Lexa… please…"
Lexa growled softly against her, the sound sending a shiver down Clarke's spine as her fingers thrust deeper, harder, her mouth moving in perfect sync with her hands. Clarke's entire body was trembling now, the pleasure building to a breaking point as Lexa pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
"Come for me," Lexa whispered, her voice low and commanding as her fingers curled inside Clarke, hitting that perfect spot. "I want to feel you fall apart."
Clarke cried out, her body convulsing as the orgasm tore through her, her hips bucking against Lexa's mouth as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She was shaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the intensity of it all left her trembling, her wrists straining against the restraints as her body gave in completely.
Lexa didn't stop. Her fingers continued to move inside Clarke, her mouth relentless on her clit as she prolonged the orgasm, drawing every last bit of pleasure from Clarke's trembling body.
"Lexa," Clarke gasped, her voice shaking as her body finally began to relax, the aftershocks of the orgasm still rippling through her. "I can't… it's too much…"
Lexa smiled softly against her, finally pulling back, her fingers gently sliding out of Clarke as she pressed a soft kiss to Clarke's thigh. "You did so well," Lexa murmured, her voice filled with admiration as she kissed her way back up Clarke's body. "So strong."
Clarke's chest heaved with ragged breaths, her body still trembling from the intensity of the release. She lay there, completely spent, her mind spinning with the weight of what had just happened. Her wrists tingled where the leather straps had been, a reminder of the vulnerability she had just given over to Lexa. The vulnerability she hadn't been sure she could handle.
Lexa leaned over her, her breath warm against Clarke's cheek as she brushed a few stray strands of hair away from Clarke's face. The room was quiet now, the only sound the soft crackle of the fire and Clarke's labored breathing.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Lexa's voice was low, gentle, with a hint of that playful edge Clarke rarely got to hear.
Clarke let out a shaky breath, still trying to ground herself after everything. Her body still felt warm, flushed with the afterglow, but her mind was slowly catching up to what they had just done. She swallowed, glancing up at Lexa's face, finding those steady green eyes filled with an odd mixture of concern and amusement.
"It was…" Clarke paused, her mind still spinning, but she couldn't stop the small, tired smile from creeping onto her lips. "It was intense."
Lexa chuckled softly, leaning down to press a soft kiss to Clarke's forehead. "You did well," she murmured, her fingers still brushing lightly over Clarke's cheek, grounding her with the soft touch. "You handled it better than I thought you would."
Clarke raised an eyebrow, a flicker of her usual fire sparking back to life. "Better than you thought, huh?" she said, her voice teasing but still breathless. "Not exactly a vote of confidence."
Lexa's lips twitched into a smirk, her hand moving to rest on Clarke's waist. "I had a feeling you'd surprise me," Lexa replied, her voice warm, with that quiet strength that always made Clarke's heart skip a beat. "But I know this was your first time. You were nervous."
Clarke's smile faded slightly, her gaze shifting away from Lexa for a moment as she took a deep breath. "I didn't know if I could… trust you," she admitted quietly, her voice soft but steady. "After everything."
Lexa's expression softened, and she nodded, understanding the weight of Clarke's words. "I know," she said, her voice equally quiet. "I knew it wasn't just about the restraints. It was about trust."
Clarke's throat tightened as she looked back up at Lexa, the vulnerability she had felt during the act still lingering between them, raw and exposed. "It was hard," Clarke whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. "But it wasn't… it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."
Lexa's hand squeezed Clarke's waist gently, her eyes never leaving Clarke's. "I would never push you further than you're ready for," she said softly, her voice filled with sincerity. "You know that, right?"
Clarke nodded, her chest tightening at the honesty in Lexa's voice. She wanted to believe that — and tonight, she had. For the first time since the mountain, Clarke had let herself trust Lexa again, at least in this moment. It wasn't perfect, and it wasn't easy, but it was a start.
"I know," Clarke replied quietly, her eyes softening as she looked at Lexa. "It's just… it's still hard."
Lexa nodded, her fingers brushing lightly over Clarke's arm in a soothing gesture. "I understand," she murmured, her voice steady. "We'll take our time. I'll be here when you're ready. Always."
Clarke's heart swelled at Lexa's words, and for the first time in a long time, she felt the tension between them begin to ease. She still wasn't sure if she could ever fully forgive Lexa for leaving her at Mount Weather, but tonight had shown her that maybe — just maybe — they could rebuild that trust.
"It was… better than I expected," Clarke said, her voice soft but teasing now, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Maybe I could get used to this."
Lexa's eyes darkened with a playful glint, her hand tightening slightly on Clarke's waist as she leaned down, her lips brushing against Clarke's ear. "Oh, I'm sure you could," Lexa murmured, her voice low and filled with promise.
Clarke's breath hitched, her heart skipping a beat as Lexa's words sent a shiver down her spine. She smiled, her hand moving to rest on Lexa's arm, grounding herself in the moment.
"Next time," Clarke whispered, her voice teasing but filled with meaning. "Maybe I'll tie you up."
Lexa raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she leaned down, her nose brushing against Clarke's. "Is that a challenge, Wanheda?"
Clarke grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she met Lexa's gaze. "Maybe it is."
Lexa chuckled softly, her lips pressing a lingering kiss to Clarke's before she pulled back, her eyes filled with warmth. "I'll be ready when you are."
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