Bab 5: Day 5: Bondage/Light Knifeplay/Roleplay/Overstimulation
Day 5: Bondage/Light Knifeplay/Roleplay/Overstimulation
Clarke stood at the edge of the bed, her fingers brushing lightly over the leather straps she had laid out earlier. She had picked them up in the market the day before, she wanted something new. Something strong enough that Lexa would never be able to break. She had a mix of excitement and nerves coiling inside her. She glanced at Lexa. The older girl was was sitting on the bed, watching her with a small smile.
It wasn't really Lexa though. It was Heda. She had full makeup on. And Clarke wasn't just Clarke. She was Wanheda.Tonight Heda was going to see what it felt like to be on the other side of control.
Clarke's gaze sharpened, her confidence growing as she let her Wanheda persona fill her. She wasn't here to ask for permission or to be gentle. Tonight, she was in charge — and Lexa had agreed to it. Clarke had spent so long wondering if she could trust Lexa, if she could ever forgive her for the betrayal at the mountain. Tonight was about taking a little bit of that power back from Heda that had left her to die.
Lexa's expression was calm but filled with that quiet intensity Clarke had come to know so well. But there was something more — a glint of anticipation, a willingness to give herself over to Clarke in a way she hadn't before. The younger girl thought she saw a hint of guilt and a need for redemption, but she kept herself from thinking of that. Tonight was about her healing. Even as Heda, Lexa was trusting Clarke with her vulnerability, with her body, and technically her life once the knife came out to play.
"You look a little too comfortable," Clarke said, her voice low and teasing as she stepped forward, picking up one of the leather straps. Her heart pounded, but she kept her expression steady, embodying the role she was stepping into. She wasn't just Clarke tonight — she was Wanheda, the one who brought death.
Lexa raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching into the slightest of smirks. "Do I?" she replied, her voice soft but challenging. "I wonder what you plan to do about that."
Clarke's eyes narrowed as she moved closer, straddling Lexa's hips and pinning her to the bed with a firm grip. She leaned down, her lips brushing against Lexa's ear as she whispered, "Tonight, you answer to me."
Lexa's let out a soft sigh. Clarke could feel the subtle tension in her body as she shifted beneath her. But Lexa didn't resist. She didn't fight back. She let Clarke take control, her eyes darkening with desire as she nodded, a quiet submission that sent a thrill through Clarke.
Clarke picked up one of the leather straps, her fingers wrapping around Lexa's wrist as she looped the soft leather around it, securing her to the headboard. The knot was firm, but not too tight — Clarke wasn't here to hurt her, not like that. This was about control, about trust, and Wanheda was going to show Heda exactly what it felt like to be at someone else's mercy.
"How does it feel?" Clarke asked, her voice a little breathless as she finished tying the second wrist strap, securing Lexa's other arm to the bed.
Lexa's eyes were half-lidded, her breath coming in slow, steady inhales as if she was trying to remind herself to allow this. "Different," she admitted softly, her voice low, but Clarke could hear the edge of excitement there, the thrill of giving up her control, as well as something else. Heda had never given up control. Not even to Costia. They had talked about this. Lexa was always in control. She was giving up something for her partner in this roleplay.
Clarke leaned down, her lips grazing Lexa's jawline, kissing her way down to her neck. "Good," she murmured against her skin. "Because I'm not done with you yet."
Lexa's breath caught, her muscles tensing slightly as Clarke shifted her attention lower, tying Lexa's ankles to the foot of the bed with the same deliberate care. Each knot was firm, and with each one, Clarke could feel the power growing inside of her.
"Do you know what happens when you betray Wanheda?" Clarke asked, her voice low and dangerous as she stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at Lexa. Her gaze was dark, filled with a playful menace as she let the weight of the roleplay settle over her.
Lexa's lips parted, a small smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "What does Wanheda want from me?"
Clarke's heart raced at Lexa's words, the fire of the game they were playing burning brighter inside her. She picked up the small blade she had brought with her — a simple hunting knife, its edge sharp but not meant for real harm. Clarke knew Lexa trusted her, and that trust gave her a stronger sense of power. The great Heda bowed to no one, but she did let herself be tied up by one person.
Clarke held the knife up, letting the blade catch the flickering candlelight as she moved closer to the bed. "Revenge," Clarke whispered, her eyes locked on Lexa's as she traced the flat side of the blade down Lexa's stomach, the cold metal sending a shiver through Lexa's body.
Lexa's breath hitched, her eyes darkening with a mixture of desire and tension as Clarke let the blade graze her skin, never too hard, but enough to remind her who was in charge tonight. "And how will Wanheda take her revenge?" Lexa asked, her voice steady, but Clarke could hear the edge of anticipation there.
Clarke smiled, leaning down so that her lips were inches from Lexa's ear. "By making you beg," she whispered, her voice filled with dark promise.
Lexa's body tensed, her wrists pulling against the restraints for just a moment, but she didn't break eye contact. Clarke could see the challenge in her eyes, the same unspoken battle for control they always had — but tonight, Lexa was letting her have it. Lexa was giving herself over to Clarke completely.
Clarke trailed the knife lower, down Lexa's stomach, teasing the edge of her waistband before pulling back. The cold steel left a trail of goosebumps on Lexa's skin, and Clarke could feel the tension between them building with every passing second.
"I'll make you pay for what you did," Clarke murmured, her voice low as she kissed her way down Lexa's body, the blade still grazing Lexa's skin with every movement. "But first, I want to hear you ask for it."
Lexa's breath came in short, shallow gasps as Clarke's lips brushed against the sensitive skin of her abdomen, her body trembling slightly beneath Clarke's touch. Wanheda could feel the power she held, the way Lexa's body responded to every kiss, every movement of the knife.
"Clarke—" Lexa began, her voice tight with anticipation, but Clarke pressed the flat of the blade against her thigh, cutting off whatever Lexa was about to say.
"Not Clarke," the younger girl growled softly, her eyes blazing as she looked up at Lexa. "Wanheda."
Lexa's eyes darkened, her body arching slightly beneath Clarke's as she nodded. "Wanheda," she whispered, her voice filled with both submission and defiance.
Clarke smiled, satisfied with Lexa's response. She leaned down, her lips trailing over Lexa's thigh, kissing the skin just above where the blade rested. Lexa's body trembled under her touch, and Clarke could feel the tension coiling tighter between them.
"Beg," Clarke commanded, her voice low and firm as she kissed her way back up to Lexa's hips, the knife still grazing over her skin. "Beg me for mercy."
Lexa's breath came in shallow bursts, her body tense beneath Clarke's touch. But even as Clarke's voice took on that dangerous edge, Lexa's gaze remained steady, her eyes dark with desire but not fear. She could feel the blade's cold, teasing edge against her skin, but she knew — even in this moment of roleplay — Clarke would never truly hurt her.
Still, she had to play her part.
"Please, Wanheda," Lexa whispered, her voice trembling just enough to satisfy the dynamic they had created. "Please, don't do this. Show me mercy."
Clarke's heart pounded in her chest as she looked down at Lexa, her fingers tightening on the knife's handle. There was a dark satisfaction in hearing Lexa — Heda — beg for mercy. A sweet juxtaposition to Clarke begging her not to leave at the mountain.
"Why should I show you mercy," Clarke growled, her voice laced with bitterness as she leaned down, her lips brushing against Lexa's ear. "When you gave me none?"
Lexa could feel the heat radiating off her lover, could sense how close Clarke was to unraveling, but she held her composure. Heda knew this was about more than just their game. It was about Clarke working through her pain, her anger, the betrayal that still lingered between them.
But even now, tied up, vulnerable, and playing the part of someone at Wanheda's mercy, Lexa wasn't afraid. She trusted Clarke with everything she had. She knew Clarke wouldn't plunge the knife into her, wouldn't take it further than either of them were ready for. This was for Clarke, to reclaim her power, and Lexa was more than willing to give her that.
Lexa's breath came in ragged gasps as Clarke moved lower, trailing the flat of the blade down Lexa's stomach, over her hips, teasing the edge of her underwear. "You don't deserve mercy," Clarke continued, her voice sharp with the echo of the pain Lexa had caused. "But I'll make you beg for it anyway."
Lexa's body trembled, her wrists straining slightly against the restraints, but her gaze never wavered. "Wanheda," Lexa whispered, her voice soft but unbroken. "I'm yours. Do what you will."
Clarke's heart clenched at the quiet defiance in Lexa's words, but there was no fear in her eyes — just trust. Pure, unwavering trust. And that trust only made Clarke's heart ache more. Even now, as she played this dangerous game, Lexa was willing to let Clarke take her to the edge, knowing that Clarke would never let her fall.
Clarke's grip on the knife loosened, and she dropped it to the side, her fingers trailing over Lexa's skin. Her lips followed her fingers, pressing soft kisses to the sensitive spots as her hands moved to slide Lexa's underwear down, slowly, teasingly.
"Don't think for a second you're in control here," Clarke whispered, her voice filled with a mix of command and tenderness as her lips trailed down Lexa's thigh. "I'm going to take everything from you tonight."
Lexa's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation as Clarke's hands explored her, teasing her, keeping her on edge. Clarke's fingers grazed over Lexa's thighs, her touch deliberate and slow, drawing out every bit of tension, every bit of desire from Lexa's body.
Clarke's lips followed the path of her hands, kissing and biting Lexa's inner thighs, leaving a trail of heat in her wake. Lexa's hips bucked slightly, her body begging for more, but Clarke kept her movements slow, controlled, her fingers just barely brushing against Lexa's core.
"Clarke," Lexa gasped, her voice trembling with need. But Clarke wasn't Clarke tonight. She was Wanheda, and Wanheda wasn't going to be gentle.
"Say my name," Clarke growled softly, her breath warm against Lexa's skin as her fingers slipped inside her, slow and deliberate. "Say it, Heda."
Lexa's body arched off the bed, her wrists pulling against the restraints as Clarke's fingers moved inside her, her thumb pressing lightly against Lexa's clit. Lexa's breath came in short, desperate gasps as she struggled to keep herself composed, but Clarke's movements were relentless.
"Wanheda," Lexa breathed, her voice shaky as her body trembled with the force of the pleasure building inside her. "Wanheda, please…"
Clarke's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she watched Lexa unravel beneath her. She could feel Lexa's body trembling, could hear the desperation in her voice as her hips rocked against Clarke's hand, seeking more, begging for release.
"Good," Clarke whispered, her voice dark with satisfaction as her fingers curled inside Lexa, hitting that perfect spot. "Now beg me."
Lexa's breath hitched, her body convulsing as Clarke's thumb circled her clit, her fingers thrusting deeper, harder. She could feel the tension coiling inside her, building with every movement, but she wasn't going to give in that easily.
"Please," Lexa gasped, her voice trembling as her body arched against Clarke's hand. "Wanheda… please."
Clarke's lips curved into a dark smile as she leaned down, her mouth brushing over Lexa's clit just as her fingers thrust deeper, sending a shockwave of pleasure through Lexa's body. Lexa cried out, her body jolting from the intensity, but Clarke didn't stop. She pressed harder, her mouth moving in sync with her hand, pushing Lexa closer and closer to the edge.
Lexa's body shook, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built to a breaking point. Her wrists strained against the restraints, her hips bucking uncontrollably as Clarke's tongue circled her clit, her fingers thrusting harder, faster, every movement driving Lexa closer to the edge.
"Come for me," Clarke growled against her, her voice low and commanding as her fingers curled inside Lexa, her mouth relentless. "Come for Wanheda."
Lexa's body convulsed, her breath catching in her throat as the orgasm tore through her, her muscles clenching around Clarke's fingers as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. She cried out, her voice breaking as her body shook with the intensity of the release, but Clarke didn't stop.
No, Wanheda wasn't done with Heda.
Clarke's fingers didn't slow; they thrust deeper, harder, her thumb pressing down on Lexa's clit with an unrelenting rhythm. Lexa's body jolted, her hips bucking against the bed as she tried to fight against the overwhelming sensations.
"Clarke—" Lexa gasped, her voice shaking as another orgasm began to build, faster, more intense than the first.
But Clarke wasn't Clarke right now. She was Wanheda, and Wanheda wasn't interested in mercy. Clarke leaned down, her breath hot against Lexa's ear as her fingers curled inside her again, hitting that perfect spot that made Lexa's entire body tremble.
"You wanted this, didn't you?" Clarke whispered, her voice dark and commanding as her thumb circled Lexa's clit with brutal precision. "You wanted to see what it feels like to be at my mercy."
Lexa's body arched off the bed, her wrists straining against the leather straps as her breath came in short, ragged bursts. She couldn't form words anymore — the pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming. Her body was caught in a vicious cycle, every thrust of Clarke's fingers pushing her closer to the edge, every swipe of Clarke's thumb over her clit sending her spiraling into another wave of pleasure.
"I told you I'd make you beg," Clarke growled, her voice filled with dark satisfaction as she felt Lexa's body trembling beneath her. "And I'm going to take everything from you tonight."
Lexa's breath hitched, her hips bucking wildly as another orgasm crashed over her, her muscles clenching around Clarke's fingers so tightly it was almost painful. Her voice broke as she cried out, her body convulsing with the force of the release, but Clarke didn't stop. Clarke wouldn't stop.
Lexa's body trembled uncontrollably, her breath coming in desperate gasps as Clarke's fingers continued their relentless rhythm. Every nerve ending in Lexa's body was on fire, the pleasure too much, too intense. She couldn't think, couldn't speak — all she could do was feel.
"Please," Lexa whimpered, her voice barely more than a breath as her body shook with the aftershocks of yet another orgasm. "Wanheda… please…"
But Clarke wasn't interested in mercy. Her fingers thrust deeper, her thumb pressing harder against Lexa's clit, forcing another orgasm to build before Lexa could even recover from the last. Clarke's mouth found Lexa's neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there as her fingers worked Lexa's body mercilessly.
Lexa's entire body tensed, her wrists pulling against the restraints as the pleasure became unbearable. Her breath came in short, ragged bursts, her heart racing as her body convulsed beneath Clarke's unrelenting touch. She couldn't take it — the pleasure was too much, too intense, but she was trapped in the cycle, helpless to stop it.
Clarke's fingers curled inside her again, and Lexa's hips bucked wildly against her hand as another orgasm ripped through her, more violent than the last. Her voice broke as she cried out, her body shaking uncontrollably, her muscles clenching so tightly it almost hurt.
"That's it," Clarke whispered against her ear, her voice low and filled with dark satisfaction. "I want to see you fall apart."
Lexa was falling apart — piece by piece. Her body trembled violently, her breath coming in desperate gasps as Clarke's fingers continued to move inside her, pushing her past the point of pleasure and into something deeper, something more primal.
Clarke leaned down, her mouth brushing against Lexa's ear as she whispered, "You're mine tonight. All of you."
Lexa's body arched off the bed, her wrists straining against the restraints as another orgasm built inside her, the overstimulation driving her to the brink of madness. Her mind was a blur, her body trembling uncontrollably as Clarke's fingers drove her closer and closer to the edge.
"Wanheda—" Lexa gasped, her voice barely more than a whisper as her body trembled beneath Clarke's unrelenting touch. "I can't…"
Clarke smirked against her skin, her fingers thrusting harder, deeper, her thumb circling Lexa's clit with brutal precision. "You can," Clarke growled softly, her voice filled with dark promise. "And you will."
Lexa's breath hitched, her entire body convulsing as the next orgasm tore through her, her muscles clenching so tightly around Clarke's fingers that she thought she might break. Her voice broke into a sob as the pleasure overwhelmed her, her body shaking violently with the force of it.
Clarke's fingers didn't slow. Her mouth moved to Lexa's neck, biting down gently as she pushed Lexa through the orgasm and into another, her thumb relentless on Lexa's clit. Lexa's body convulsed beneath her, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the overstimulation drove her to the brink of collapse.
"That's it," Clarke whispered, her voice dark and filled with satisfaction as Lexa's body trembled beneath her. "I want to feel you break."
And Lexa did break. Her entire body convulsed, her breath coming in desperate, ragged bursts as Clarke's fingers drove her through another orgasm, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Lexa couldn't think, couldn't speak — all she could do was feel as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her trembling and helpless beneath Clarke's touch.
Clarke watched Lexa unravel beneath her, her own breath coming in shallow gasps as she took in the sight of Heda — the unbreakable, unwavering Commander — falling apart in her hands. It was intoxicating, the power she held in this moment, the way Lexa's body responded to her touch, helpless to stop the pleasure that overwhelmed her.
Lexa's muscles twitched, her breath coming in shaky, uneven bursts as the aftershocks of the orgasm rippled through her. Her chest heaved, her skin slick with sweat, and Clarke could feel the exhaustion radiating from her, but there was something in Lexa's eyes that told her it wasn't enough. Not yet.
Lexa's wrists tugged weakly against the restraints, her fingers curling into the sheets as she gasped for breath. "Wanheda" Lexa whispered, her voice hoarse, barely more than a breath. "I…"
Clarke leaned down, her lips brushing over Lexa's ear as her fingers moved inside her again, slow but deliberate, drawing a sharp gasp from Lexa's trembling body. "We're not done yet," Clarke murmured, her voice low, filled with a dark promise.
Lexa's entire body jolted at the sensation, her hips bucking involuntarily against Clarke's hand, but she was too exhausted to resist, too overwhelmed by the pleasure still coursing through her. Clarke's fingers thrust deeper, her thumb finding Lexa's clit again, and Lexa's breath caught in her throat as her body trembled violently.
"Clarke—" Lexa gasped, her voice barely more than a broken sob as her body arched off the bed. "Please… I can't…"
But Wanheda wasn't going to stop. She pressed harder, her fingers curling inside Lexa, her thumb circling her clit with a rhythm that was slow but relentless. Lexa's entire body shook, her breath coming in ragged, desperate bursts as the pleasure built inside her again, too soon, too intense.
"Yes, you can," Clarke growled softly, her voice filled with both command and reassurance as she watched Lexa fall apart beneath her. "You can take it."
Lexa's hips bucked again, her body trembling uncontrollably as Clarke's fingers worked her closer and closer to the edge once more. Her muscles clenched, her body jerking with each deliberate thrust, and Clarke could feel the tension coiling tighter inside Lexa, the way her breath hitched, the way her legs shook with the force of the pleasure building inside her.
"Come for me again, Heda," Clarke whispered against Lexa's ear, her breath hot as her thumb pressed harder against Lexa's clit, drawing a desperate, broken moan from her. "One more time for your Wanheda."
Lexa's entire body tensed, her breath catching in her throat as her hips bucked wildly against Clarke's hand. She was right on the edge, her body trembling, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. She couldn't hold back, couldn't stop the waves of ecstasy that crashed over her, leaving her shaking and helpless beneath Clarke's relentless touch.
And then it hit her, hard and fast — another orgasm, ripping through her with a force that left her breathless, her muscles clenching around Clarke's fingers as her body convulsed violently. Lexa cried out, her voice raw, breaking with the intensity of it, her body shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure consumed her, overwhelming every sense, every thought.
Lexa collapsed against the bed, her body limp, her breath shaky and uneven as the last of the aftershocks rippled through her. Her skin was flushed, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath, and Clarke could see the exhaustion in her eyes, the way her body trembled with the overwhelming release.
Clarke slowly withdrew her fingers, her touch gentle now as she leaned down to press a soft kiss to Lexa's lips, her hand brushing over Lexa's sweat-dampened skin. "You're incredible," Clarke whispered, her voice filled with warmth and admiration as she kissed Lexa's forehead.
Lexa's eyes fluttered open, her breath still coming in shallow gasps as she looked up at Clarke, her body trembling with the lingering aftereffects of the overwhelming pleasure. "Clarke…" she whispered, her voice weak but filled with affection, gratitude, and something deeper — a trust that went beyond words.
Clarke smiled softly, her hand gently untying the restraints, her fingers brushing over the marks left on Lexa's wrists from where she had pulled against the leather. She kissed each wrist, her lips lingering on Lexa's skin as she freed her completely.
Lexa's body relaxed into the bed, her muscles still trembling slightly as Clarke lay down beside her, pulling her into her arms. Lexa rested her head against Clarke's chest, her breath slowly evening out as Clarke's hand stroked her hair, soothing her, grounding her after everything they'd just experienced.
"I've got you," Clarke whispered, her voice soft but filled with quiet determination as she held Lexa close. "I'm not going anywhere."
Lexa's body relaxed further into Clarke's embrace, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on Clarke's skin as she sighed softly, her exhaustion finally catching up with her. "I know," Lexa whispered, her voice filled with trust as her eyes fluttered closed, her body melting into Clarke's.
For the first time since the mountain, Clarke felt something inside her begin to heal — the weight of the betrayal lifting, replaced by something stronger, something deeper. She had taken control, yes, but it wasn't about power anymore. It was about trust. And in that moment, Clarke realized that they were both rebuilding that trust, piece by piece.
As Lexa's breathing slowed, her body relaxing completely against Clarke's, Clarke pressed another soft kiss to her forehead, her heart swelling with a quiet sense of peace. "I love you," Clarke whispered, her voice barely audible, but filled with every bit of emotion she hadn't yet spoken aloud.
Lexa's lips curved into a small, tired smile as she shifted slightly, her body pressing closer to Clarke's. "I love you too," she whispered back, her voice soft and filled with warmth.
Clarke held her a little tighter, the weight of the past still lingering between them, but for the first time, she felt like they were moving forward. Together.
Status Power Mingguan
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Power 
-- Power
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