CHAPTER 25

Five minutes earlier...

Lana was starting to walk past the Talon and happened to glance in - but stops dead in her tracks at what she sees. Her eyes widen in disbelief at the sight. I can't believe that Clark has Lois tied up naked. She's even more shocked to see Clark swing her over his shoulder and smack her on the ass; carrying her upstairs. Why didn't he ever want to do that kind of stuff with me? What makes Lois so special? a hurt expression on her face as she continues walking down the street.

5 minutes later...

Clark enters the apartment and makes his way to the bedroom while still carrying Lois over his shoulder. He sets her down on the bed for a second as he takes off his pants, then sits down on the edge of the bed and lays her face down across his lap while holding her down with one arm so that she can't escape.

"I said I was going to be a good girl, so let me go," she demands of him.

"I don't think you're in the position to make demands, Ms. Lane," gently caressing her ass. "You see, your punishment is not quite over yet."

"I don't like the sound of that," she retorts; still trying to wiggle out of his grip. But he's just too strong for her.

"I'm going to ask you some questions Ms. Lane. And I hope for your sake that you answer them correctly. And if you don't, I'll..."

"You'll...what?" interrupting him.

"I'll do this," lightly smacking her on the ass.

She turns her head and stares at him in disbelief. "You wouldn't!"

"Oh, wouldn't I?" smacking her again. "Do you understand me?"

She scowls at him. "Whatever. I really don't care."

"Very well, Ms. Lane." He stops for a moment - then says, "And for each right answer, I will lick, suck, kiss, or stroke a part of your body that I choose." He adds, "Do you understand me?"

I must be one sick puppy to be turned on by this.

"Whatever. I really don't give a f*ck."

He smacks her again. "That's for using the "F" word, Ms. Lane."

She frowns again. Son of a bitch!

"Are you sorry for swearing?" whispering in her ear. She doesn't say anything. "I'm going to ask you one more time. Are you sorry for swearing?" he repeats.

"Fine. Whatever."

"That's not much of an apology," smacking her again.

She grimaces at that last smack. He is definitely going to be sorry. I'll say in my sweetest voice how sorry I am. That'll throw him off. She turns her head and looks up at him. "I'm sorry," she says in the sweetest voice she could come up with.

"That's more like it," kissing her on the back of the neck. Then he says, "Let's get started shall we?" raising one eyebrow at her.

She turns her head away and takes a deep breath, then exhales. "Okay."

"Okay. Now my first question for you is this: When you gave me the lap dance at the club and I smacked your ass, did you like it?"

I'm not going to tell him I liked it. I won't give him the satisfaction. She turns her head again and looks up at him. "No I didn't," her eyes narrowing.

"Wrong answer," smacking her. "Now give me the right answer."

She frowns again. "How do you know it was the wrong answer?"

"Because I know you pretty darn well. Plus I could hear your heartbeat racing when I did it - in spite of the glare you gave me." Then he whispers to her, "I'm so glad that I have super hearing."

"You son of a bitch!" He smacks her on the other cheek.

"What the h*ll did you do that for?" He smacks her again. "Don't you realize that those were swear words, Ms. Lane?"

"I thought it was only if I used the "F" word?"

"I want you to answer my question," ignoring hers. "Did you like it?"

"Alright, Fine. Maybe I liked it," shrugging her shoulders.

"I'll accept that," gliding his finger up and down in between her ass cheeks.

"Ohh," she gasps as he does it several times.

"Okay. Next question: Do you love me?"

Huh? What kind of question is that? Is it a trick question? Will he smack me if I say no? But what if I say yes? What will he do then? "I'm not exactly crazy about you right now," glaring at him again.

"Another wrong answer. I'm really disappointed in you, Ms. Lane," smacking her ass again.

"Okay. Fine. I love you. Is that a good enough answer for you?"

"That's the best answer you've given me so far," putting his hands between her legs and slowly moving it back and forth several times. "I love it when you're so wet," he whispers in her ear; his hot breath tickling her neck.

"Ahh," she moans; feeling a tingle starting up within her.

"You like that - don't you?" continuing to whisper as his hand moves a little faster.

"No," she replies. Let's see what he says about that. He removes his hand and sticks his finger inside her tight hole.

"AHHH," she cries out; her ass bucking up. He's good. He's damn good. Damn him for knowing exactly what turns me on.

She's loving this. I know it. I could hear her pulse racing. This is getting really good.

"Okay, next question: Am I the best lover you've ever had?"

"Excuse me?"

"I'll only repeat the question one more time, Ms. Lane. Am I the best lover you've ever had?"

"Hum," she mutters. "I'll have to think about that one."

He shakes his head at her. "I was so sure your answer would be 'yes'. I guess I was wrong," smacking her a little harder this time.

She turns her head again and looks up at him. She looks at him curiously. Did that hurt his feelings? He actually looks hurt.

That hurt puppy-dog look gets her every time. She's probably thinking that she hurt my feelings.

"I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. You are the best lover I've ever had," smiling up at him.

He smiles down at her. "Now that's the best answer I've heard," sticking his fingers inside her core and beginning to move them in and out; penetrating her deeper and deeper with every thrust.

"Uhh," she cries out; feeling her body beginning to shudder. He continues moving them inside her; hitting her inner walls over and over again. She moans even louder when he uses his super speed.

"AHH," she screams out as her orgasm hits her; her body convulsing so much that he has to remove his fingers and hold her down with both arms.

Then he removes his arms and sits her down on his lap; facing away from him. He wraps his arms around her; pinning her arms to her sides as he lifts her up and lowers her onto him.

"Ohh," closing her eyes as he begins thrusting into her. Her legs wrap tightly around his; throwing her head back against his chest as he penetrates her harder and harder. "Oh, Clark!" feeling the beginning of another orgasm. It spurs him on to thrust even harder; hitting her aching and by now very wet inner walls. Her body begins shaking again as she's rocking back and forth on him as he thrusts. She has a mind-blowing orgasm; her body going limp against him. He has one of his own a few seconds later; releasing himself into her and falling back onto the bed; her lying on top of him.

"Oh, Clark," she moans softly.

"Oh, Lois," he moans too; rolling on top of her and softly kissing her lips. They lay like that for a few minutes.

Then she says, "You did keep your promise. I am blushing all over," winking at him. Then she grabs him by the chin. "If you ever ever tell anyone about this, you will regret the day your spaceship landed in Smallville," gazing intently at him. "Do you understand me?"

He stares down at her. "Yes, Sailor," a twinkle in his eye

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