New Fic - Restraint
Okay, I teased this in a few places and ended up posting another one first instead so I felt guilty.
I had intended this to be a one shot, one post thing but I've changed my mind... Maybe some feedback will spur my fickle muse to get working on this.
Author: D.M. Wyatt
Title: Restraint
Pairings: Clana with a dash of friendship Chlark
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: ETC, mild consensual bondage, graphic descriptions of adult sexual content. And did you say you needed a plot? Well, I say you're reading the wrong story....
Spoilers: Vague ones for Hidden
Short Summary: Handcuffs, a blindfold and Clark naked = 'Nuff said!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I don't usually read a whole lot of Clana fics, Clex is really more my thing, so I'd never really thought I write this pairing. However, a good friend said once that she wished I would tackle one. This Clana smut is my gift to her....
Part 1 of 2
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"Handcuffs?"
"Yeah, and a blindfold..."
"I don't know if I'm going to like this."
Lana sighed in exasperation. "You agreed to work on our relationship..."
Clark looked skeptically at the heavy metal cuffs and thick black leather blindfold in Lana's hands. "I don't see how handcuffing me to the bed blindfolded is going to help our relationship." He grimaced and shook his head. "I'm not into bondage, Lana."
"Oh, come on Clark. I told you. It's not about tying you up, it's about trust." She sat down next to him on the bed in her dorm room. Lana looked earnestly into Clark's eyes and his resolve to not let her do this to him wavered. Her beautiful hazel eyes looked so sincere. She really thought this crazy thing was going to be good for their relationship.
A thought occurred to him and he tried not to sound too happy about maybe having an out, "What about Chloe? What if she walks in?"
"Actually, she had an assignment in Edge City... She won't be back until really late."
Dammit.
He turned a troubled look back at the handcuffs.
Lana sighed deeply in frustration and held up the handcuffs. "Look, these just force you to give up complete control to me. That is something you never do." She rested her hand on his shoulder. "Admit it, Clark. You're a control freak. You want to stay in control of everything. Part of our problem is that you don't trust me to ever take over control... Hell, you won't let me drive when we go places and I think hell will freeze over before you even will let me take control over the remote."
Clark scowled. She had a point. He looked at Lana, her lips were parted and looked so moist and inviting. Even without help from his x-ray vision Clark could see that Lana was flushed under her make-up. Despite himself, he was aroused. The very thought of her chaining him was weird... and yet very sexy at the same time. It just seemed so... naughty. Unless red kryptonite was in the picture, he'd never really done anything that was all that illicit and the very thought turned him on.
Clark shifted uncomfortably. His pants all of sudden felt very tight.
He cleared his throat. "So where did you hear all this...?"
"I talked to a friend, she and her boyfriend had similar problems and she'd tried it and it worked wonders." She continued, made breathless by her own rising desire. "And it also did great things for their sex life on top of that..." She smiled like a kid on Christmas morning and her beautiful hazel eyes sparkled in anticipation. He couldn't remember seeing her get this excited about anything in a long time.
She looked at him, a challenge flashing in her eyes even as her lips parted suggestively. "So, what do you say? Will you do it?"
Ever since he'd gotten his powers back, she'd been frustrated by his sudden unwillingness to do anything remotely sexual. Until Clark was ready to tell her his secret, he couldn't tell her why he was so suddenly reluctant to be intimate. He knew that her un-sated desire was driving her nuts but that wasn't really a big surprise since it was driving him crazy too. Clark sighed heavily and looked again at the handcuffs.
They had a substantial look to them like they were the real thing. They weren't a toy. Lana clearly meant business but it's not like even hardened steel handcuffs could hold him anyway.
If things got really uncomfortable for him he could easily break the chain and blame poor workmanship for the failure...
Damn, he thought.
Clark mentally kicked himself.
He was already thinking of a lie to explain away using his powers in front of her. Clark sighed again and looked back at Lana. He would never forgive himself if he hurt her but he had to do something. Their ever present need was killing the relationship.
A thought occurred to him, however. Clark looked down at the cuffs.
Perhaps trying to concentrate on NOT breaking the cuffs would make him distracted enough... Maybe even that little bit of a distraction would be sufficient for him to maintain the self-control he needed to make sure he wouldn't hurt her. He looked at her hopefully and allowed himself a small smile.
Being uncomfortable with giving up control aside, maybe there is something to like about this after all... Perhaps concentrating on keeping the chain intact was one way he could trust himself to not hurt her.
Clark swallowed hard, a bit worried, and nodded. "Uhm... Okay."
He started to unbutton his shirt and Lana smiled broadly. She gently batted his hands away. "No, Clark. I'll do that in a minute...." She held up the blindfold with a devilish glint in her eyes. "First things, first."
Clark nervously cleared his throat again. "Okay."
"Close your eyes." She leaned forward, her long hair brushing against his face and neck, to fasten the blindfold in place. He enjoyed the flowery smell of her shampoo, or whatever it was that made girls' hair always smell so good...
He felt her pull the strap through the buckle and the padded blindfold pressed gently against his closed eyes. She tightened the blindfold so it was snug and buckled it. She kissed him tenderly on the cheek and whispered in his ear.
"Is that comfortable?"
"I guess... For a blindfold."
She laughed softly, her breath warm on his face, as he felt her fingers make a minor adjustment to the fit. "Can you see anything?"
Without really even thinking about it, he opened his eyes under the blindfold and switched to x-ray vision. To say that Clark was shocked when it didn’t work would be an understatement.
A lead lined blindfold?
Where the hell did Lana get a lead lined blindfold?
He swallowed hard. What was he getting into?
His voice cracked a little when he next spoke, "No..." He cleared his throat and tried again. "No, I can't see a thing."
He heard a soft exhale of breath as she smiled. "Good." She kissed him again and started to unbutton his shirt.
She did it slowly and seductively, her fingers lightly touching the skin on his chest after each button was undone. Her breath quickened and he felt his body flush as he hardened further. Once his shirt was open, he felt her warm lips softly kiss his broad chest as her fingers gently teased his nipples. They hardened and that sent a jolt down to his groin, his need growing.
Clark wrapped his arms around her as he bent his head to kiss her but she pulled away.
"Not so fast, speedy. I have the control here, remember?" She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and pulled it off of him. "I think it's time for you to lay back."
Clark gave a frustrated sigh, he wanted to kiss her, but did as she commanded. He lay down and settled his head onto the pillow. He gasped in surprise when he felt cold metal snap firmly around one wrist. He allowed Lana to lift his arms above his head. Clark then felt her snap the other bracelet around his other wrist. He lightly tested the restraint. She had run the chain around one of the supports for the head board. The chain was at its limit and the angle it held his hands at would have probably hurt if he had still been human. He groaned a little for show and it got the desired effect.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Clark. Does that hurt?"
He grimaced, probably unconvincingly. Good thing his eyes were covered or she'd know he wasn't really hurt. He was such a bad liar and she could always tell with one look into his eyes. Reluctantly he admitted, "No, its okay..."
She bent down and kissed him on the cheek. "Good." She moved off of the bed and Clark could hear the soft rustle of fabric as she started to undress. Clark was happy at the apparent speed with which things seemed to be now moving.
He was perplexed when he heard the sound of her pulling open a drawer. Glass clinked and she set something down on the nightstand. She climbed into bed and slung her leg over him and sat down so she was astride his thighs. Unfortunately, her body just avoided touching him where he really wanted to be touched right now.
She sat there a minute, not moving or saying anything and Clark was confused. He waited to see what she would do next but nothing happened. Clark shifted his weight a bit underneath her, his pants really weren't big enough any more.
Frustrated, he almost whined. "Lana, what are you doing?"
She laughed softly, "I'm admiring the view... You look really sexy in that blindfold, by the way."
Clark gasped when he felt her fingers lightly trace across his lips. "It makes your lips look even more luscious than they already do..." Lana fingers then followed an invisible line across his chin, down the length of his neck to the middle of his chest. Suddenly, her hands were gone and he felt Lana shift her weight.
Her mouth and tongue started to follow the same line her fingers had traced from his lips. Her mouth lingered on his chin and her tongue flicked out along its cleft. She sucked gently, sending tingles throughout his body. Clark moaned and pushed his head back, exposing more of his neck to her and she followed his lead. She nipped along the line of his jaw and followed it to his ear as the soft feathery fall of her hair covered his face. He breathed in her scent as she gently nibbled on his ear.
Breathless, he could barely speak. "Harder, Lana..." She complied, her nip turning into a bite, and Clark moaned and rattled the restraints in response. He could feel an exhale of her breath on his neck as she smiled.
Her voice was breathy and soft. "We should have tried this months ago, Clark..."
Her lips and teeth moved down to his chest. Her soft, moist kisses and little nips felt like electric fire on skin. A moan rumbled in his chest and then he gasped in surprise when her mouth covered one of his nipples. She sucked gently, pulling the hard nub into her mouth and making it harder as she gently squeezed the other one. He arched his back, pressing his chest up against her mouth.
"Harder..." She sucked harder and her gentle squeeze became a hard pinch on the other nipple and Clark hissed in response. "Lana..."
"Shhh, Clark. Try to not talk..." She shifted her weight, moving back up his long body, and again managed to avoid touching anywhere near his hardness. She covered his mouth with hers.
He returned the kiss hungrily and pulled as much as he could against the cuffs without breaking the chain... he so badly wanted to touch her.
He so badly needed to touch her.
The frustration was further flaming his need and he tried to grind his hips into hers, but she pulled away and rolled off of him instead...
Clark growled, "Lana! What are you doing to me?" He rattled the cuffs in frustration.
She laughed. "I don't know but I'm really enjoying this..."
He squirmed. His senses were heightened, every sound, sensation, and smell were all amplified. He could smell the musky proof of her desire underneath the flowery scent of her hair and could feel the heat coming off her body as if it were a furnace. He heard the sound of her blush and felt her heart beat, each thump reverberating through his body.
Clark had decided that his pants had definitely become too small. "Lana... Please unlock the cuffs..."
"You're dreaming if you think I'm going to let you have control again so quickly..."
She bent back down to unbuckle Clark's belt and she slowly pulled it out of his belt loops. She slowly unbuttoned his fly and laughed softly as Clark writhed underneath her hands. She pulled his pants open, finally releasing him from the tight prison they made... Clark could feel his hardness tenting his boxers. He never thought his baggy underwear would ever feel so confining.
"Lana... "
Lana's lips touched his trembling stomach and he took a sharp intake of breath... "Lana..." She kissed his bellybutton and flicked her tongue against it. He gasped with the shock of the unexpected change in sensation. "Lana, please..."
Her hands ran down his sides, firmly caressing his tense muscles, as her mouth moved down his quivering stomach to just above the waist band of his boxers... He moaned, his need becoming unbearable.
She pushed down on his jeans and Clark lifted his hips to help her to slide them down his long legs... Lana managed to pull the pants off. She pulled on his socks, removing them. She gently pulled the waist band of his boxers out away from his body, helping it get past his painful hardness and she slid them off, leaving him dressed only in steel handcuffs.
He felt the bed dip when she sat down next to him and started to run her hands up his legs as she draped her smooth muscular thigh over his.
When she spoke, her voice was hushed whisper. "Your body is so beautiful, Clark..." She kneaded the muscles, feeling them - feeling the bones underneath, and suddenly her fingers ran up the inside of a thigh. Clark's body arched in reaction, the unanticipated soft touch sending shockwaves through his body, and he groaned as Lana leaned into kiss his cheek. Her arm snaked around his waist. "I've missed this so much..."
Clark started to beg her to uncuff him, he simply couldn't stand the tension anymore, but she silenced him with her mouth. He kissed her back desperately and she responded with a fierceness that surprised him. Her tongue pushed in and her kiss would have been bruising if he'd still been human. She held his head still with a forceful grip on his hair, her fingers entwined in his dark curls.
Although hardly a timid lover, Lana had never kissed him with such passionate forcefulness before. The rawness of her lovemaking was a major turn on. She retreated, ending the kiss, and her lips moved to his chin. He pressed his chin into her warm, moist kisses.
Breathless, Clark's painfully pent up desire had short circuited his ability to form complete thoughts. "Lana! I need... I'm gonna..."
She nuzzled his neck in response and whispered. "Okay... hold on."
Her lips trailed down his body, nipping again as her mouth moved closer to where he most wanted it to be. Clark could only cry out when gentle fingers trailed up his length. He felt that he simply couldn’t stand it another moment when her lips joined her fingers in touching him and Clark was so close. She kissed the soft velvety skin. He gasped with the intense feelings of her mouth when she took him. Clark spasmodically jerked against the cuffs, coming close to breaking the chain, as he felt the warm heat of her mouth surround him. Her other hand pressed down hard on his hip, as he tried hard to not move. It took a lot of will power, as she sucked him further and further into her mouth. He wanted to let her think that it was her hand was keeping him still, not his own self-restraint but he managed to not thrust up.
Reduced to inarticulate moans and sighs, Clark came quickly and he felt like he came with a blast as strong as a jet. He was initially worried, even as he shuddered with the orgasm, but that fear disappeared when he realized that she simply swallowed, and kept swallowing, as he filled her mouth.
He drifted into a blissful state as his climax finally started to recede, leaving him limp and sleepy. He barely registered the fact that Lana was licking him clean and when he realized it he was very happy. Not only had they just had sex and Lana seemed to have survived it, she seemed to also have enjoyed it. Clark sighed in contentment. He could have sex without actually killing the girl. He smiled and started to drift off to sleep. Clark was roused by a soft kiss which turned more insistent.
Lana's kiss tasted of his come and the unexpected taste was highly erotic, he could feel his softened cock begin to rise again. He wanted to wrap her up in his arms but was stopped by the chain.
He remembered that he was still hand cuffed to the bed. He groaned in frustration. When Lana pulled back from the kiss, he said, "Lana, uncuff me... I want to touch you."
She sounded incredulous. "No way, Clark."
Clark whined. "Why? We finally had sex... I thought that was the point."
Lana sat up and sounded resigned. "Partly, yes, but I would like to point out that as much as I enjoyed what we just did...." She got back astride his thighs. "I'm not done yet."
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Continued here....