Ficlet: Bound, Lionel/Chloe NC17
Title: Bound
Author: Lara
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Lionel/Chloe
Word Count: 473
Summary: Smut, bondage
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 #19, Restraints
A/N: In the same universe as "No Questions Asked" in which Zod won.
He has his perversions and, under Zod's rule, he does nothing to hide them. In a world gone insane, a sexual kink or two is nothing.
She is his--prize, toy, slave--and while he treats her well and even cares for her, neither are allowed to forget that simple truth.
She is his.
Chloe hates being tied down. She hates the loss of control, the knowledge that he has all the power, that there is no escape. She hates knowing she has no choice.
She hates being his.
She's not stupid. Her life is remarkably good. She has plenty of food and creature comforts, even a computer and books and music. She knows it could be so much worse. He doesn't hurt her. He only punishes her when he's forced to. He treats her well and obviously cares for her.
But, it's not enough.
Lionel knows she hates being tied down but her fear and distaste don't stop him. Wrapping the silk ropes around her wrists, affixing them to the ring in the wall above the headboard, he sees her tremble, but is pleased she doesn't try to stop him. There's never any way to tell if they're being monitored and if she resists him, he'll have to punish her, and that's not something he enjoys. He doesn't want to hurt her.
He wishes she enjoyed this as much as he does.
Lifting her to her knees, he turns to her ankles, caresses them with his thumb before tying each one to the corners of the footboard, spreading her for him. He trembles, desire hardening him, and he quickly strips off his clothes. As one hand strokes his cock, the other reaches between her legs, stroking her with the same rhythm.
Chloe doesn't want to feel anything, but he's too experienced and her body is simply human. As she moistens, swells, as desire swirls through her, she closes her eyes and buries her face in the pillow and tires not to pull on the restraints.
When they're both ready, he moves between her legs and guides himself into her.
She moans softly, in defeat and pleasure, and he groans loudly in pleasure both physical and emotional.
Tied down just for him she's beautiful, and he worships her with his hands and mouths as he fucks her hard and deep, delighting in her response as she squirms and wriggles, unable to move very much, but trying so hard.
When she pulls on the cords binding her to the ring, he rewards her with his fingers on her clitoris, bringing her to a shuddering climax.
When she tries to collapse and is caught by the ropes, he thrusts deep and lets the spasms of pleasure overcome him.
Bound by both the restraints and her position as slave, Chloe can only tremble and accept.
End
Author: Lara
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Lionel/Chloe
Word Count: 473
Summary: Smut, bondage
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 #19, Restraints
A/N: In the same universe as "No Questions Asked" in which Zod won.
He has his perversions and, under Zod's rule, he does nothing to hide them. In a world gone insane, a sexual kink or two is nothing.
She is his--prize, toy, slave--and while he treats her well and even cares for her, neither are allowed to forget that simple truth.
She is his.
Chloe hates being tied down. She hates the loss of control, the knowledge that he has all the power, that there is no escape. She hates knowing she has no choice.
She hates being his.
She's not stupid. Her life is remarkably good. She has plenty of food and creature comforts, even a computer and books and music. She knows it could be so much worse. He doesn't hurt her. He only punishes her when he's forced to. He treats her well and obviously cares for her.
But, it's not enough.
Lionel knows she hates being tied down but her fear and distaste don't stop him. Wrapping the silk ropes around her wrists, affixing them to the ring in the wall above the headboard, he sees her tremble, but is pleased she doesn't try to stop him. There's never any way to tell if they're being monitored and if she resists him, he'll have to punish her, and that's not something he enjoys. He doesn't want to hurt her.
He wishes she enjoyed this as much as he does.
Lifting her to her knees, he turns to her ankles, caresses them with his thumb before tying each one to the corners of the footboard, spreading her for him. He trembles, desire hardening him, and he quickly strips off his clothes. As one hand strokes his cock, the other reaches between her legs, stroking her with the same rhythm.
Chloe doesn't want to feel anything, but he's too experienced and her body is simply human. As she moistens, swells, as desire swirls through her, she closes her eyes and buries her face in the pillow and tires not to pull on the restraints.
When they're both ready, he moves between her legs and guides himself into her.
She moans softly, in defeat and pleasure, and he groans loudly in pleasure both physical and emotional.
Tied down just for him she's beautiful, and he worships her with his hands and mouths as he fucks her hard and deep, delighting in her response as she squirms and wriggles, unable to move very much, but trying so hard.
When she pulls on the cords binding her to the ring, he rewards her with his fingers on her clitoris, bringing her to a shuddering climax.
When she tries to collapse and is caught by the ropes, he thrusts deep and lets the spasms of pleasure overcome him.
Bound by both the restraints and her position as slave, Chloe can only tremble and accept.
End