Ficlet: Small Pleasures 1/1, Lionel/Chloe NC17
Title: Small Pleasures
Author: Lara
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Lionel/Chloe
Word Count: 657
Summary: Smut, bondage
Spoilers: Set in that universe where Zod won; check the chart for others: submissive, restraints and paddle.
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 #34, Biting
Her teeth are sharp and leave a mark. She wants to mark him. Her pale, soft flesh is covered with him, yet he is untouched by her.
So, she digs her teeth into the soft skin of his neck beneath the edge of his beard and bites.
He grunts but doesn't pull away, and her lips begin to form a suction.
His pace quickens with his heart rate, and she feels a moment of triumph, then gasps in pain as his fingers dig into her hips and jerk her against him. As she feels new bruises form beneath his fingers, she suckles at the small wounds in his neck, tasting his sweat and musk, the hint of expensive aftershave, and something only him.
Their pelvises slap together, damp heat and lust making their flesh slippery, and he lifts her higher, forcing her legs around his waist. The new position pulls his head up, and her teeth grate across his neck until her mouth's free, and she's gasping for breath. He rises to his knees, thrusts harder, almost hurting her with the intensity. His hands find her knees and he pulls her legs from him, forcing them back and down, bending her body to his need.
She cries out in both pain and pleasure and pulls hard on the ropes around her wrists, feeling the abrasions forming there. More of his marks. Her eyes find the wound she gave him and she smiles in satisfaction at the redness.
It will bruise, as her breasts and hips display the marks of his fingers and her nipples his teeth, and her wrists the ropes, and her ass the palm of his hand.
He grunts again, then shudders and pushes deeper, her bent position allowing him to fill her like a cup, and she trembles as the pleasure that's been building inside her since his first touch begins to snap.
Freeing one of her ankles, he reaches down, cups her ass, then smacks it, sending a sharp burst of pain through her. She yelps and brings her foot down hard on his shoulder. He glares, she returns it, then he smirks and dives for her neck.
As his teeth fasten on her and his lips suck, she moans, knowing he's giving her a matching mark, and hates him for not allowing her to have one, unique piece of him.
She feels him come, his body shaking against hers, and his mouth slips from her with a groan of pleasure, leaving a wet trail across her chest. He rests there for a moment, his weight reminding her of all she is, and then he finds his strength and rises from the bed. Watching him enter the bathroom, she lowers her legs, wincing at the pull of her muscles, frowning at the pulsing ache between her thighs. Futilely she pulls on the ropes that bind her to the bed, finally falling back with a huff of disgust.
She's sticky and unfulfilled and hates him as much as she needs him.
When he returns, wrapped in an expensive satin robe, she can see the forming bruise above the collar, and lets that be her satisfaction. He unties her and before he can turn towards his post-coital drink of choice, a twelve year old Scotch, her hands are between her legs and curses directed at him are mingled with her moans.
Lionel sips his drink and watches Chloe come and feels the sting at his neck and the pleasure still flooding his veins and wonders if they're being watched and wonders if their performance satisfied Zod for one more night.
And regrets the pain and lack of pleasure he gave her.
He should be able to make it up to her the next time. If he leaves her unfulfilled a few times, he can get away with loving her the next.
He just wishes he could explain it to her and hopes she understands anyway.
End
Author: Lara
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Lionel/Chloe
Word Count: 657
Summary: Smut, bondage
Spoilers: Set in that universe where Zod won; check the chart for others: submissive, restraints and paddle.
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 #34, Biting
Her teeth are sharp and leave a mark. She wants to mark him. Her pale, soft flesh is covered with him, yet he is untouched by her.
So, she digs her teeth into the soft skin of his neck beneath the edge of his beard and bites.
He grunts but doesn't pull away, and her lips begin to form a suction.
His pace quickens with his heart rate, and she feels a moment of triumph, then gasps in pain as his fingers dig into her hips and jerk her against him. As she feels new bruises form beneath his fingers, she suckles at the small wounds in his neck, tasting his sweat and musk, the hint of expensive aftershave, and something only him.
Their pelvises slap together, damp heat and lust making their flesh slippery, and he lifts her higher, forcing her legs around his waist. The new position pulls his head up, and her teeth grate across his neck until her mouth's free, and she's gasping for breath. He rises to his knees, thrusts harder, almost hurting her with the intensity. His hands find her knees and he pulls her legs from him, forcing them back and down, bending her body to his need.
She cries out in both pain and pleasure and pulls hard on the ropes around her wrists, feeling the abrasions forming there. More of his marks. Her eyes find the wound she gave him and she smiles in satisfaction at the redness.
It will bruise, as her breasts and hips display the marks of his fingers and her nipples his teeth, and her wrists the ropes, and her ass the palm of his hand.
He grunts again, then shudders and pushes deeper, her bent position allowing him to fill her like a cup, and she trembles as the pleasure that's been building inside her since his first touch begins to snap.
Freeing one of her ankles, he reaches down, cups her ass, then smacks it, sending a sharp burst of pain through her. She yelps and brings her foot down hard on his shoulder. He glares, she returns it, then he smirks and dives for her neck.
As his teeth fasten on her and his lips suck, she moans, knowing he's giving her a matching mark, and hates him for not allowing her to have one, unique piece of him.
She feels him come, his body shaking against hers, and his mouth slips from her with a groan of pleasure, leaving a wet trail across her chest. He rests there for a moment, his weight reminding her of all she is, and then he finds his strength and rises from the bed. Watching him enter the bathroom, she lowers her legs, wincing at the pull of her muscles, frowning at the pulsing ache between her thighs. Futilely she pulls on the ropes that bind her to the bed, finally falling back with a huff of disgust.
She's sticky and unfulfilled and hates him as much as she needs him.
When he returns, wrapped in an expensive satin robe, she can see the forming bruise above the collar, and lets that be her satisfaction. He unties her and before he can turn towards his post-coital drink of choice, a twelve year old Scotch, her hands are between her legs and curses directed at him are mingled with her moans.
Lionel sips his drink and watches Chloe come and feels the sting at his neck and the pleasure still flooding his veins and wonders if they're being watched and wonders if their performance satisfied Zod for one more night.
And regrets the pain and lack of pleasure he gave her.
He should be able to make it up to her the next time. If he leaves her unfulfilled a few times, he can get away with loving her the next.
He just wishes he could explain it to her and hopes she understands anyway.
End