A/N: This one is also not for the young or faint of heart. And my friend Sana's totally to blame for this one. She gave me the idea for Seducing the Man of Steel but since I think this kind of torture would have damn near killed Clark in that fic, I brought it here instead. (She did give me the perfect prompt, after all!)
This drabble is rated M.
Challenge 3 | Ain't Too Proud to Beg
"No peeking!" Lois chastised Clark with a distrustful glance out of the corner of her eye. The blindfold appeared to still be in place, but with Clark, that didn't really mean much.
He snorted. "You're the one who can't stand surprises," he reminded her. "And you can stop waving your hand in front of my face. I'm not peeking."
Her hand froze in mid-air. "If you're not peeking, how do you know I'm waving my hand in front of your face?" she asked suspiciously.
"You almost took me out with that last pass," he pointed out. "Am I going to get my present any day now?"
Though she knew he couldn't see her, she rolled her eyes at him. "Okay, smart aleck. It's right in here." Taking him by the hand, she guided him carefully through the doorway and led him to a nearby chair. Scooting behind its high back, she placed her hands on Clark's shoulders and guided him into the seat with a firm tug.
Leaning over his shoulder, she whispered, "Do you trust me?"
A muscle tightened in his jaw and she anticipated his kiss before he could turn his head and steal it from her lips. Drawing back out of his reach, she waited for his response. "Of course," he said readily.
"Good!" With that affirmation (not that it had ever been in doubt), she dropped to her knees and grabbed his elbows, pulling his hands behind the back of the chair. Then, grabbing the two ends of the silk tie she'd knotted in place earlier in the day, she looped the ends around his wrists. With quick, efficient movements, she tied them tight, holding him in place.
"Lois, what are you doing?" he asked in confusion as he flexed against his restraints.
She grabbed his hands to stop him from tearing through his ties. "It's all part of the surprise. Trust me." As she knew he would, he relaxed at her words, shifting only slightly in his chair as he waited to see what she had in store for him. "Give me just a second."
Leaving Clark to wonder what she was after, she jumped to her feet and raced to the closet, where she changed quickly into the outfit she'd prepared earlier in the day – complete with the three strands of ribbon that were crucial to her plan. Then she pulled her hair back into a clip, slipped on a pair of high red boots, and slid a pair of aviator sunglasses onto her nose.
"You ready?" she asked, picking up the remote for the stereo and turning it on. Firehouse's "You're Too Bad" started to play. She was a girl who preferred the classics, after all.
Clark's eyebrows arched over his blindfold when the song began to play. No doubt, he'd expected something soft and romantic. But "romantic" wasn't what she had in mind. She smirked when she assessed his body language and saw that he looked intrigued but generally relaxed. That wouldn't last much longer if she had anything to say about it.
In a smooth motion, she tore off his blindfold and stepped back, hooking her arm around the tension pole she'd installed in the room earlier in the day, for just this occasion. Concentrating on the beat of the song, Lois hooked her leg around the pole, spinning around it as she danced.
"Lois, what is this?" Clark asked, gulping when she gripped the pole and arched her back, lifting her leg so he could get a good look at her thigh under the line of her skirt.
She grinned and turned so her back was facing him. With the pole pressed against her spine, she lifted her hands over her head and slowly dropped into a shallow squat, letting the friction of the pole pull up the back of her skirt to tease the sparkled red bikini bottom she wore beneath. "Your present," she said, though she figured that was self-explanatory. "I thought you might like it."
Rising to her feet, she turned so she could keep her eyes locked on his face as she gyrated her hips, bending her knees with her legs spread wide around the pole. "I do," he said thickly. She grinned and spun around. Tilting her head forward, she grinned at him over her aviator glasses and fiddled with the knot at the front of the white dress shirt she wore over her bikini top. She'd intentionally put on one of Clark's shirts, knowing the sight of her in them turned him on.
Her hips swayed as she toyed with the knot in her shirt with one hand, caressing her bare stomach with the fingertips of the other. She strutted towards him, letting her hips sway provocatively to the music as she approached. "You want me to take something off?" she purred, coming to a halt in front of him.
His eyes were locked on her hands; he barely blinked as he waited to see what she would do. She didn't move, so he said, "Yes." Lois didn't think she'd ever heard anything sexier than the sound of his voice when it was thick with desire.
"You'll have to ask nicely," she chastised him, running her hands up her breasts to her shoulders and neck as she continued to dance.
His gaze was hot, his breath rapid and shallow as he followed the path of her fingers. "Please," he pleaded. He wasn't normally the type to beg, but for her, he would. For her, he would do anything.
She smiled at his capitulation. She knew he didn't have to give in; he could easily tear through the silk of his tie and grab onto her. But she'd put a lot of work and effort into this game she wanted to play, and he was torturing himself – letting her torture him – by allowing her to tease him. That thought alone was more erotic than anything she was doing with her hands. "What do you want me to take off?" she taunted him, resting her hands on his shoulders and stepping forward so that she was standing with his legs between hers.
His gaze fell to the knot in her shirt; she knew he could cheat, look through the fabric of her outfit, but she also knew he wouldn't spoil her fun by doing so. "Your shirt," he said after a moment. He leaned forward and tried to kiss the bare skin so tantalizingly close to his face, but she backed away before he could make contact. This was his present, but she was running the show. She had everything planned; she didn't want to rush it.
"Hmmm," Lois hummed musingly. "Maybe. You might get lucky." She dropped her right hand to her thigh and swept it up to her hip, lifting the bottom of her skirt to reveal a ribbon poking out from under her bikini shorts. "Let's find out what I'm going to take off first," she said, resting her foot on the seat of his chair, next to his leg. Her hip was directly in his line of sight. When he didn't immediately move, she said, "Pull it out."
With his hands tied behind his back, there was only one way for him to do so. She rotated her hip to bring it closer to his mouth as he leaned forward. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her bare skin and the scrape of his teeth as he fumbled for the ribbon. Finally catching a hold of it between his teeth, he slowly drew back, pulling it free of her clothing.
Lois grabbed it out of his mouth and glanced at the black print on the red fabric. "Aww…no luck, Smallville. Just my sunglasses," she said, yanking them off and tossing them onto the bed. "Better luck next time."
Clark groaned as she backed away and started to dance again. Lifting her hands over her head, she gripped the pole hard and then jumped, wrapping her legs around the metal bar as she twirled around it. Falling to her feet again, she hooked her leg behind the pole and arched her back, dropping her head so she could look at him in the chair. She could see him pull anxiously against his ties, his thighs flexing as he tried to rise to his feet, but he stilled when he saw the stern look she threw him.
Straightening, she kept her back to him as she raised her hands to hair clip on the back of her head. Pulling it off, she tossed it aside as her hair cascaded down her shoulders. Whirling to face him again, she kept her hands above her head as she gyrated against the pole. She lost herself in the beat, turning her head away from him so it would appear she was ignoring him completely. However, she watched him closely out of the corner of her eye, fighting a smile when she saw him shift uncomfortably in his chair.
He groaned something unintelligible, and she turned to look at him, her lips curved into a wicked smile. With her eyes wide, she asked innocently, "You want something, Clark?"
He looked both frustrated and aroused by her taunting. Squirming in his chair, he watched the thrust of her hips and begged, "Please…let me try again."
Biting the corner of her lower lip, she strutted forward again. "Okay…since you said please," she purred. Resting her hands on his shoulders, she straddled his lap again. This time, however, she sank onto his lap, looping her hands around his neck. Shrugging her hair off her shoulders, she arched her back and lifted her weight onto her heels, so that her breasts were close to his face. "Let's see if you get luckier this time," she teased.
This time, Clark took the opportunity to tease her back. Ducking his head, he licked the curve of her bikini top, where it peeked out from under the white dress shirt she wore. She hissed in pleasure at the touch of his lips against her skin, but she didn't move away. "You're stalling," she moaned on a shaky breath.
"Just making sure I do this right," he growled against her skin. Biting the folds of her shirt, he tugged them gently aside to give him easier access to the piece of ribbon poking out from under the edge of the bikini. He had to fumble with it for a few seconds, his lips, tongue, and teeth scraping tantalizingly against her skin, before he could grip the fabric between his teeth and pull it out.
Lois reached for it, but he opened his mouth and let it fall to his lap before she could grab it. She looked at him in affront, and he threw her an unrepentant grin. "Oops," he said insincerely.
"You're going to pay for that," she retorted, glancing down at the fabric in his lap as she considered her options. Stepping back, she nudged his legs apart and scooted between his thighs. Then she dropped to her knees in front of him, trailing her hands down his chest as she sank to the ground. Keeping her eyes locked on his face, she braced her palms on his thighs and leaned forward. It was her turn to torment him with her mouth as she fumbled for the piece of ribbon. She could feel his erection through his trousers when she nuzzled the fabric, searching for a scrap of red satin.
"Oh, god…Lois," he moaned, and she could feel him tremble under her hands. "Please…let me…"
She shook her head, cutting off his plea. Getting a hold of the red ribbon, she rose to her feet with it clenched between her teeth. Taking it from between her lips, she smirked down at him. "Where were we?" she asked as nonchalantly as she could manage, though her breathing was ragged. Glancing at the black text, she read, "My skirt." His eyes fell to the item of clothing in question, and he licked his lips in an unconscious gesture as he waited to see what she would do.
Her playlist had been cycling through while she danced, and another one came on at just this moment. Lois danced to its beat, swiveling her hips in front of him. Hooking her thumbs under the line of her skirt, she slowly pushed it down her hips. His gaze was locked intently as her red bikini shorts were revealed. When the skirt fell to the ground, he stared at her long, bare legs and moaned in agony and desire.
Hooking her skirt with the toe of her boot, she kicked it towards Clark. The skirt hit his chest and fell into his lap, and Lois spun around and returned to the pole. Scaling the metal rod by several feet, she hooked her thighs around the pole. Squeezing tightly with her legs, she released her hands and allowed her torso to drop, her hair falling towards the floor. Hooking her hands behind her back, she held tight to the pole as she loosened her thighs, spreading her legs wide.
She'd been practicing this move for a while, but she knew she could only sustain it for a few seconds before she would fall. Still, the expression on his face was worth the hours of practice. Wrapping her legs around the pole again, she pulled herself up and twirled around until her feet hit the ground.
Her back was to Clark and she ran her hands down the pole until she was able to look at him through her spread legs. Sliding her legs wider apart, she placed her head on the floor and braced her hand on either side to support her weight. Kicking her feet towards the ceiling, she clenched the pole between her thighs and sat up. "You want to help me take off my shirt?" she teased.
"Yes," he growled through clenched teeth. "Yes, please." She strutted towards him one last time and his hands flexed against the silk of his tie. When she saw that it was about to tear, she stopped and stared at him until he willed himself to relax. She'd put a lot of effort into this game she was playing; she wouldn't let him spoil her fun now that they were almost at the end.
Standing next to his chair, she threw her right leg over his lap so that he was staring at the inside of her thigh, where the last ribbon poked out from under her bikini bottom. The wood of the chair creaked and almost broke as Clark dove forward. He started by kissing the tender skin of her inner thigh, and then he licked the path along the edge of her panty line. Her knees went weak at his touch, and she had to brace her hands on his shoulders to keep from falling when he nipped her sensitive flesh with his teeth.
Lois panted his name and he moaned as he grabbed hold of the last ribbon and pulled it free, but this time, she didn't bother to look at the writing before he dropped the strip of fabric into his lap and tilted his head back to stare up at her with a heated gaze. Instead, she loosened the knot in her shirt and straddled his lap again. His breath came in ragged pants as he dove for the knotted fabric, yanking it open with his teeth. She let out a shaky chuckle as she shrugged out of the shirt and tossed it aside, and then she hooked her hands around his neck and continued to dance in his lap, her hips bucking against his. He hissed out a sharp breath as she writhed against him. "What do you want now?" she purred in his ear, arching against him.
"I want to touch you," he growled, clenching and unclenching his fists as he tried to hold on to the last threads of his self-control. "Lois, let me…please, let me touch you."
"Not quite yet," she murmured. Standing, she spun around and then sat in his lap again, scooting back until she was pressed against his erection. Lifting her hands to her neck, she held her hair out of the way.
He didn't need her to tell him what to do. He bent his neck and untied the knot of her bikini top with his teeth, almost tearing the fabric when he gave it a swift tug. The cords slid down her arms, but she crossed her arms across her chest, holding the bra in place as she stood and turned.
"All right, Clark," she purred, taking two steps back. "You can touch me n –"
She didn't even get the rest of the words out before there was the sound of tearing fabric and Clark scooped her roughly into his arms. Her bikini top fell as he whirled and tossed her onto the bed, coming down hard on top of her.
She laughed in his ear, the teasing sound breaking off into a low moan when he ran his hands down her body and she wrapped her legs around his hips. "Did you like your anniversary gift?"
He'd been licking the side of her neck, but he pulled away so he could throw her a wicked smile of his own. "Mmm," he moaned in agreement. "Are you ready for yours?"
"God yes," she gasped, throwing her head back as he slid his hand between them, his fingers diving under the fabric of her bikini bottoms.
He chuckled and scooted down so he could suck her nipple into his mouth. "Good," he breathed against her skin, causing her to shudder against his mouth. "It's my turn to make you beg."