2 Lionel/Chloe Smutlets, one with discipline
Title: Make Some Noise
Author: Lara
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Lionel/Chloe
Word Count: 636
Summary: Smut
Disclaimer: Smallville isn't gonna want these two back but I don't own them. If I did, they'd be
doing it all the time on the show.
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets for prompt #28, Sound
"I don't want you to be quiet," he murmured into her ear as he stroked his broad hands down her flanks, making her shiver. "I want you to talk, to moan, to yell. I want to hear you, Chloe."
"I talk all the time. Usually it annoys you," she replied a bit waspishly as she squirmed into his touch, reached up to drag his mouth to hers.
Lionel kissed her for a moment, then pulled back to surround one of her pert nipples with his lips. "If you annoy me, I can always shut you up." He bit and she squealed, digging her fingers into his shoulders.
"Lionel!"
His tongue laved the small wounds until she moaned, louder than usual, her body obeying him even if her mind was resistant.
Chloe certainly enjoyed what they had together, even if she only tolerated that it was him she felt such passion for, but her resistence came in her quiet. Soft protests, softer pleasure sounds, those were all he could elicit from her in bed.
Lionel wanted more.
Outside of it, she could protest all she wanted. She could deny the desire he knew she felt for him. She could deny her feelings. She could deny her own response.
In bed, he was tired of the silence. He wanted her pleasure expressed in more than the physical.
He wanted her to babble and whimper and shriek and growl .
He wanted his name on her lips.
"Make a noise, Chloe. Don't hold back," he crooned as he suckled from one nipple to the next, as his fingers delved between her trembling legs and found her wet and swollen. He rubbed her clit, listening to the hitch of her breath, and then pinched.
She yelped. Then she moaned. Then she came with a shudder and a soft, helpless cry.
He wanted more.
Positioning himself, he drove into her, caught her knees, dragged her legs around his hips. Braced over her, nipping and kissing her neck and shoulders, he rocked into her at a fast pace.
Chloe clung to his biceps, rolled her head, bit her lip, and arched her hips to meet his thrusts.
"Cry for me, Chloe." He pulled her legs higher, shifting the angle
"...Oh..."
Lionel watched her eyes fly open, go dark and hazy, and pounded her into the mattress, wringing moans and grunts from her to join his own. He could see her growing closer, feel his own orgasm coming on a rush of tight heat, and reached between them to stroke her.
Giving a long drawn out whimper, Chloe writhed beneath him and raised her head to kiss him until she could only gasp for breath. She fell back, shuddering on the edge of orgasm, yet quiet.
And Lionel growled and pulled out of her. Flipping her limp body over, he dragged her to her knees and pushed into her again, his pelvis slapping hard against her soft hips. "Talk to me," he commanded through gritted teeth and drag his fingers over her clit, coating them with her secretions before thrusting one in her bottom.
"SHIT! Guh..." More guttural noises burst from her as she strained and writhed, pushing back against him. The second finger caused more cries, more mindless moans of pleasure, and he watched her look back at him with wild eyes. "More."
Lionel smiled at having finally found her weakness, fucked her harder, and pushed a third finger into her.
Chloe screamed his name and came.
As she collapsed, whimpering and sobbing, loud, not quiet, Lionel let the rush of pleasure hit him and shuddered into her. As he leaned down over her, kissing the nape of her neck, he panted, "Next time, I'll reverse what goes where and maybe you'll scream in pleasure the whole time."
"...No...Yes..."
"Better, much better."
End
Title: No Questions Asked
Author: Lara
Rating: Light NC17
Pairing: Lionel/Chloe
Word Count: 615
Summary: Smut, paddling
Disclaimer: Smallville isn't gonna want these two back but I don't own them. If I did, they'd be
doing it all the time on the show.
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets for prompt #18, Paddle
The world that Zod ruled was surprisingly similar to the Earth that had existed before. But Chloe's world had changed dramatically, as it had for everyone in Lex' circle.
Clark was exiled forever to the Phantom Zone. Lois and Mrs. Kent were dead. Lana was a broken toy.
Ever opportunistic, Lionel had risked his life to approach Zod with a personal truce. He'd help the monster in his son's body because he didn't want to die. Amused by him, Zod took him up on his offer, made him an advisor, and gave him a plaything.
Biting back a whimper of fear, Chloe braced herself and took the blow. Gritting her teeth against the pain, she forced herself to lay still over his lap, feeling his hand pressing against the small of her back, soothing her as best he could. The wooden paddle landed again on her reddening ass, and she squeezed her eyes shut against the inevitable tears.
Lionel applied the paddle with considerable skill. He never caused her long-term damage, never hurt her so badly she couldn't walk or even sit, always wiped her tears and let her know he was sorry in unspoken ways she didn't like thinking about.
But, he was her master and it was up to him to punish her.
Chloe knew that if Lionel refused, it would be bad for both of them. She might be taken from him, given to another, even punished by Zod.
Or killed.
Lionel was constantly being tested, his loyalty ever in doubt, his rooms often monitored by x-ray vision and super-hearing, so he obeyed every wish of Zod's, including punishing his slave. He chose the method and the number of blows, harsh enough and high enough not to draw suspicion.
And he hurt her because he had to.
As the tenth blow of the paddle snapped against her upper thigh, Chloe cried out and writhed, the pain starting to burn. There were ten more to go for her most recent attempt to comfort Lana and bring the other woman back to her senses. While she was grateful that this time she was being punished in privacy, she hurt and she knew she couldn't talk to Lionel about it, couldn't try to stop it, just had to let it happen.
He would soothe her afterward--Zod didn't seem to care about that--and she knew that he didn't like doing this to her. If he could, he'd ask her why she kept trying to help Lana, trying to find the Phantom Zone projector, trying to escape. If she could, she'd give him honest answers and ask too many questions herself.
But they were trapped in a need to be quiet.
As she felt Lionel's erection rise and press against her stomach, Chloe knew that was never something she could ask him about, regardless of Zod listening in. That beating her aroused him bothered her.
That his arousal from it sent a shudder of heat through her bothered her even more.
As soon as the final blow of the paddle fell, stinging, hard and painful enough to send the tears from her eyes, Lionel helped her to her feet and tugged her between her legs. Knowing what was coming, what he always did--after--Chloe closed her eyes and braced her hands on his shoulders. As he pressed a kiss of apology--the only kind she would ever get--to her stomach, his fingers dipped between her legs, finding her dampening, and he stroked her until wetness spilled over his hand and she shook with her orgasm.
Chloe collapsed into his arms and Lionel rose to bear her to bed.
He never said a word.
End
Author: Lara
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Lionel/Chloe
Word Count: 636
Summary: Smut
Disclaimer: Smallville isn't gonna want these two back but I don't own them. If I did, they'd be
doing it all the time on the show.
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets for prompt #28, Sound
"I don't want you to be quiet," he murmured into her ear as he stroked his broad hands down her flanks, making her shiver. "I want you to talk, to moan, to yell. I want to hear you, Chloe."
"I talk all the time. Usually it annoys you," she replied a bit waspishly as she squirmed into his touch, reached up to drag his mouth to hers.
Lionel kissed her for a moment, then pulled back to surround one of her pert nipples with his lips. "If you annoy me, I can always shut you up." He bit and she squealed, digging her fingers into his shoulders.
"Lionel!"
His tongue laved the small wounds until she moaned, louder than usual, her body obeying him even if her mind was resistant.
Chloe certainly enjoyed what they had together, even if she only tolerated that it was him she felt such passion for, but her resistence came in her quiet. Soft protests, softer pleasure sounds, those were all he could elicit from her in bed.
Lionel wanted more.
Outside of it, she could protest all she wanted. She could deny the desire he knew she felt for him. She could deny her feelings. She could deny her own response.
In bed, he was tired of the silence. He wanted her pleasure expressed in more than the physical.
He wanted her to babble and whimper and shriek and growl .
He wanted his name on her lips.
"Make a noise, Chloe. Don't hold back," he crooned as he suckled from one nipple to the next, as his fingers delved between her trembling legs and found her wet and swollen. He rubbed her clit, listening to the hitch of her breath, and then pinched.
She yelped. Then she moaned. Then she came with a shudder and a soft, helpless cry.
He wanted more.
Positioning himself, he drove into her, caught her knees, dragged her legs around his hips. Braced over her, nipping and kissing her neck and shoulders, he rocked into her at a fast pace.
Chloe clung to his biceps, rolled her head, bit her lip, and arched her hips to meet his thrusts.
"Cry for me, Chloe." He pulled her legs higher, shifting the angle
"...Oh..."
Lionel watched her eyes fly open, go dark and hazy, and pounded her into the mattress, wringing moans and grunts from her to join his own. He could see her growing closer, feel his own orgasm coming on a rush of tight heat, and reached between them to stroke her.
Giving a long drawn out whimper, Chloe writhed beneath him and raised her head to kiss him until she could only gasp for breath. She fell back, shuddering on the edge of orgasm, yet quiet.
And Lionel growled and pulled out of her. Flipping her limp body over, he dragged her to her knees and pushed into her again, his pelvis slapping hard against her soft hips. "Talk to me," he commanded through gritted teeth and drag his fingers over her clit, coating them with her secretions before thrusting one in her bottom.
"SHIT! Guh..." More guttural noises burst from her as she strained and writhed, pushing back against him. The second finger caused more cries, more mindless moans of pleasure, and he watched her look back at him with wild eyes. "More."
Lionel smiled at having finally found her weakness, fucked her harder, and pushed a third finger into her.
Chloe screamed his name and came.
As she collapsed, whimpering and sobbing, loud, not quiet, Lionel let the rush of pleasure hit him and shuddered into her. As he leaned down over her, kissing the nape of her neck, he panted, "Next time, I'll reverse what goes where and maybe you'll scream in pleasure the whole time."
"...No...Yes..."
"Better, much better."
End
Title: No Questions Asked
Author: Lara
Rating: Light NC17
Pairing: Lionel/Chloe
Word Count: 615
Summary: Smut, paddling
Disclaimer: Smallville isn't gonna want these two back but I don't own them. If I did, they'd be
doing it all the time on the show.
Distribution: My site eventually; all others, please ask.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets for prompt #18, Paddle
The world that Zod ruled was surprisingly similar to the Earth that had existed before. But Chloe's world had changed dramatically, as it had for everyone in Lex' circle.
Clark was exiled forever to the Phantom Zone. Lois and Mrs. Kent were dead. Lana was a broken toy.
Ever opportunistic, Lionel had risked his life to approach Zod with a personal truce. He'd help the monster in his son's body because he didn't want to die. Amused by him, Zod took him up on his offer, made him an advisor, and gave him a plaything.
Biting back a whimper of fear, Chloe braced herself and took the blow. Gritting her teeth against the pain, she forced herself to lay still over his lap, feeling his hand pressing against the small of her back, soothing her as best he could. The wooden paddle landed again on her reddening ass, and she squeezed her eyes shut against the inevitable tears.
Lionel applied the paddle with considerable skill. He never caused her long-term damage, never hurt her so badly she couldn't walk or even sit, always wiped her tears and let her know he was sorry in unspoken ways she didn't like thinking about.
But, he was her master and it was up to him to punish her.
Chloe knew that if Lionel refused, it would be bad for both of them. She might be taken from him, given to another, even punished by Zod.
Or killed.
Lionel was constantly being tested, his loyalty ever in doubt, his rooms often monitored by x-ray vision and super-hearing, so he obeyed every wish of Zod's, including punishing his slave. He chose the method and the number of blows, harsh enough and high enough not to draw suspicion.
And he hurt her because he had to.
As the tenth blow of the paddle snapped against her upper thigh, Chloe cried out and writhed, the pain starting to burn. There were ten more to go for her most recent attempt to comfort Lana and bring the other woman back to her senses. While she was grateful that this time she was being punished in privacy, she hurt and she knew she couldn't talk to Lionel about it, couldn't try to stop it, just had to let it happen.
He would soothe her afterward--Zod didn't seem to care about that--and she knew that he didn't like doing this to her. If he could, he'd ask her why she kept trying to help Lana, trying to find the Phantom Zone projector, trying to escape. If she could, she'd give him honest answers and ask too many questions herself.
But they were trapped in a need to be quiet.
As she felt Lionel's erection rise and press against her stomach, Chloe knew that was never something she could ask him about, regardless of Zod listening in. That beating her aroused him bothered her.
That his arousal from it sent a shudder of heat through her bothered her even more.
As soon as the final blow of the paddle fell, stinging, hard and painful enough to send the tears from her eyes, Lionel helped her to her feet and tugged her between her legs. Knowing what was coming, what he always did--after--Chloe closed her eyes and braced her hands on his shoulders. As he pressed a kiss of apology--the only kind she would ever get--to her stomach, his fingers dipped between her legs, finding her dampening, and he stroked her until wetness spilled over his hand and she shook with her orgasm.
Chloe collapsed into his arms and Lionel rose to bear her to bed.
He never said a word.
End