A/N This chapter contains some kinky sex, but in the context of who the characters are and what it means to them given their backstories. There is consensual, mutual negotiation of kinks and limits including discussion of spanking, flogging, bondage, and ball gags. The only kink in the actual smutty part is bondage.

If you're uncomfortable reading the kinky parts of this chapter, vanilla sex starts at the paragraph towards the end that begins with the word "Ok?" which I put in bold to help you find it.


Chapter 19

Even though Clark had teased Lois for getting drunk, he couldn't deny that he loved how cuddly she got when she was inebriated. Lois normally shied away from public displays of affection, at most holding hands with him or giving him a quick peck on the lips. And Clark understood. Lois had spent years walling her heart off into a protective shell and she was uncomfortable letting her guard down in public.

But on the taxi ride home, she had wrapped herself around his arm and was snuggling her head into his shoulder, occasionally pressing little kisses into his jacket, and Clark felt full of warm fuzzies. Once he got her up the outdoor steps into her building's lobby, he scooped her up and carried her up the stairs to her fifth floor walk-up while she swung her feet over the edge of his arms and hummed some love song that he couldn't name all while curling herself into his chest as tightly as she could.

"I love you, Superman," she said when they were safely inside her apartment. "Do I get some of that super sex now?"

"Of course," he said, smiling fondly at her as he helped her down the hall to her bedroom. "I love you, too," he said as he gently brushed her fumbling hands away from her zipper and took her skirt off for her, keeping an arm around her waist so she didn't stumble.

"Will you spank me?" Lois asked him as he started unbuttoning her blouse, a job that she was making difficult by hanging onto his neck and kissing his face all over. Not that Clark minded. He kissed the tip of her nose.

"Not tonight," he said to her. "You're drunk."

"I don't care," Lois pouted.

"I do," Clark said. "You won't be able to tell me if it's too much."

Clark had been surprised when Lois had first opened up to him a few months into their relationship about the sexual desires that she'd secretly been harboring. And, to be honest, at first he was put off. Clark wasn't a Dom by any means and he didn't want to be.

But as Lois had begun to explain where she was coming from, Clark's heart had melted.

"I can't ever relax," Lois had said to him. "Even during sex, Clark. I'm always so tightly wound up," she had said, sniffing a little. "I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with, but the idea of being spanked… not hard enough to bruise me or anything," she'd assured him. "But I have all this pent up anxiety and adrenaline and all I want is to be spanked sometimes so I can cry and let go."

Clark had chewed on his lip thoughtfully, his eyes growing more empathetic as Lois spoke.

"Is there more?" he asked her, sensing that she was hesitating, waiting on his reaction before going on.

"Well," Lois had said, a small blush growing on her cheeks. "I'm kind of excited by flogging, too," she admitted. "Not done aggressively but I think lightly with all those little leather strips would feel so good." As she examined Clark's face and saw that it was open, she took a deep breath and said, "And restraints. So I don't have to move or think or do anything except relax and feel."

And as Clark looked into her hopeful eyes, he realized that he didn't want to say no to her. How often had he worried about his Lois running herself ragged and always being cranked up to twelve? And he'd witnessed firsthand how she tossed and turned all night long sometimes, chasing sleep when her brain wouldn't shut itself off. And he never minded however long it took, but Lois did frequently have trouble climaxing during sex, and she always said it was because she was too in her head, not because of him.

So… if this is what would help… Clark decided that he would try it. The very fact that Lois felt safe enough with him to even bring it up touched him more deeply than he knew how to verbalize.

"I don't want to do anything that's going to leave marks or actually hurt you," he said slowly as an eager smile worked its way across Lois's face. "And we'll have to go slow as we figure things out and be really careful because of how strong I am," he said.

"I know," Lois said. "That's ok." Happiness was pouring out of her features and Clark couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by how much this meant to her.

So they had begun experimenting, working out what Clark felt comfortable with and what Lois could handle from him. And, to Clark's surprise, Lois not only loved it, but he did, too. Because seeing his girl finally able to get off easily and not only that but to see her finally finding moments of peace that lasted beyond the bedroom was incredible.

Not to mention the fact that Clark was a giver and he loved being able to tenderly take care of Lois while she was at his mercy as much as she loved having permission to stop trying so hard for once in her life. And, Clark could not deny that watching her respond so passionately was darn hot. Lois had dubbed him the Kryptonian sex god after some of their first adventurous forays into kink and Clark had never felt so proud.

But Clark wasn't going to spank her when she was drunk.

"Can you at least use the restraints then?" Lois asked him pleadingly as he got the rest of her clothes off. "That's safe."

"Ok," Clark said, drawing his now naked Lois into a kiss. "That we can do. But no ball gag," he said and even though Lois huffed out a sigh, she didn't argue. The ball gag was where Clark had almost drawn the line as he and Lois had begun exploring more and more of her desires. It had seemed so abusive to him at first to put something in her mouth so she couldn't talk.

"What do you like about the idea of a ball gag?" he had asked her though, wanting to understand at the very least where she was coming from and why it was important to her before he outright rejected it.

"I really like when you talk to me during sex," Lois had responded as they cuddled together on his couch. "But sometimes I feel so pressured to figure out what to say back and then that's all I can think about and then I fall out of the moment and it's super hard to come."

"You never have to say anything back to me, you know," Clark said, gently brushing her hair out of her face as he stroked her cheek. "I won't mind if you don't," he said.

"I know," Lois said with some frustration. "I know it in my head, Clark," she had told him as she looked up at him with a fragile vulnerability that he had only recently begun to see glimpses of. "But I can't help feeling pressured anyway. So I thought a ball gag would help me shut my brain off so I don't have to worry about it."

"Oh," Clark said softly as his insides went ragged realizing how many burdens Lois was carrying at any given moment that she usually kept to herself. Every new chip in her armor that she felt safe enough to share with him felt like she was gifting him with the world's rarest diamond and Clark cherished each broken piece of Lois even more than he cherished the parts that were whole.

Because no one, not her sister and certainly not her father and definitely not their co-workers, ever saw Lois Lane at anything less than 110%. No one except Clark. He never would have ever considered that something like a ball gag could be therapeutic but as Lois explained it, Clark realized that for Lois, it would be the opposite of abusive. It would be freedom.

"We can try it," Clark had said to her that day and Lois had actually cried a little bit as she hugged him. Only about four tears, but for Lois, that was the equivalent of Niagara Falls.

So their sex life had grown a little more and Clark had grown a little more, too, as he expanded his comfort zone and relaxed his judgments. Lois had grown most of all, though, because the more comfortable she became with Clark, the more settled she became in her own skin. Oh, she was still Lois, doing twelve thousand things at once and sharper than a nail and addicted to coffee, but she began to smile once in awhile. Only at Clark at first, with regularity, but it was something.

So tonight's dinner with Lex and Diana had made Clark more than proud of Lois; it had made him grateful to the Universe for how far she had come and how much happier she was than she used to be and how much she must truly care about Diana to stretch herself so far as to attempt to tolerate Lex Luthor for an evening, even if she needed alcohol to get through it.

"I did it for you, you know," Lois said to him somewhat drunkenly as she crawled naked into bed while she waited for her now equally naked Clark to hook their restraints up. (Clark had been quite glad that Pa had made sure that he was well versed in tools and handyman tasks while growing up, because hiring someone to install secure rings for the restraints into Lois's wooden headboard and footboard would have been far too mortifying to bear.)

"You did what for me, honey?" Clark asked her with a smile.

"Being nice to Lex," Lois said. "It was for you. Not Diana. Because I made you sad yesterday."

"Oh, Lois," Clark said, getting a little teary eyed himself. "I love you," he said, crawling on top of her to kiss her.

"I love you, too, SuperClark," she said as she kissed him back and ran her fingers through his hair. "You put up with so much from me," she said brokenly as they continued to make out with Clark laying on top of her.

"No, I don't," Clark insisted as he held her face gently in his hands and stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. "You don't even realize you're the most amazing person I've ever met in my entire life, Lois," he said, and she smiled a little bit even though her eyes were watery.

"Why are you so good to me, Clark?" she murmured as he started to kiss her neck while she cradled his head in her arms.

"You're my girl," Clark said. "And, I'm Superman. Being good to people is in my nature." And Lois giggled. "You ready for the restraints?" Clark asked her.

"Yeah," she said with an eager smile as she stretched her arms and legs out happily.

"What's your safe word?" Clark asked her as he began fastening the velcro cuffs around her wrists.

"Kryptonite," Lois laughed and Clark smiled, too.

"Good girl," he said, and Lois gave a breathy sigh and squirmed her legs together.

Because Lois had a praise kink, too, which wasn't so surprising given how hard her father had always been on her. Hearing Clark's approval did wonders for her arousal and it was no chore at all for Clark to endlessly compliment her in bed. He added the soft cuffs to her ankles too and stood up to grab a toy from the bedside table where he had laid it.

Lois moaned happily as Clark began tracing her body with the soft feathered end of their leather flogger.

"That feels so good, Clark," she murmured as he gently brushed the feathers over her breasts, taking his time to soothe his way around each nipple and under each curve.

"Good," Clark said with a smile in his voice. "Just relax and enjoy it."

"Ok," Lois said, closing her eyes.

One thing that they had both easily agreed on was that they hated the more formal Dom and sub roleplays that involved harsh commands and complete obedience. All Lois wanted was Clark's gentle guidance as he took care of her and that suited Clark perfectly. Because he wasn't Batman, for goodness sake.

He smiled as he continued to swish the feathers over Lois's throat. She moaned as she tugged a little bit at her restraints, reassuring herself that she didn't have to do anything but lay still.

"You're doing great, Lois," Clark said as he moved the feathers down and around her stomach and Lois's breathing started to get deeper.

She whimpered as he brushed his way down to her pelvis before dipping the feathers slowly down her slit where he continued to draw them up and down the outside of her folds. Some whiny, needy sounds began to come out of Lois's throat and Clark beamed.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" he asked her and Lois breathed out a "yes." She didn't mind answering Clark when the answer was so easy that she didn't have to think about it, Clark had learned. And truthfully, he kind of loved the dialogue with her when they didn't use the gag. It was so affirming to hear how good he was making her feel and it got him even harder than he already was.

Clark teased her by taking the feathers away from her slit to stroke them up and down her thighs, and Lois whined in frustration.

"Sh, it's ok," Clark comforted her as he continued to pamper her. "Enjoy the build-up, sweetheart. It'll make it better." Lois moaned louder and began tugging at her restraints as Clark continued to torture her a little bit by keeping his attention on her thighs.

When she started to pant, Clark took the feathers away and picked up the container of massage oil. He warmed it briefly with his heat vision before pouring some onto his hands and starting to massage her thighs.

"Clark," Lois moaned as he worked the hot oil into her muscles with his very strong fingers.

"Does that feel good, honey?" he asked her.

"So good," she muttered, although she was wiggling her hips and trying to get him to move his fingers a little higher.

"Good," Clark answered her, briefly massaging the top of her mound which made her moan, but he took his hands away too soon without visiting her slit. He added more hot oil to his hands and began sliding them up and down her belly, nice and slow with a firm pressure, before spreading them under and over her breasts as Lois's moaning and writhing increased.

"You look so beautiful right now," Clark told her as he caressed and fondled her breasts with the oil as she lay with her arms and legs stretched out and restrained. Lois was keening and arching up as much as she could into his hands and her face had started to take on a blissful, tranced out smile.

Clark took a little more hot oil into his hands and moved back down her stomach before sliding his slick hands over her mound and finally dipping into her dripping slit. Lois groaned as he began working the oil up and down her already slippery folds, not quite touching her clit each time he worked the oil through her.

"Clark, please," she begged him, a desperate edge in her voice.

"What do you want, Lois?" he asked her, continuing to massage her folds.

"Your fingers inside me," she panted. "And touch my damn clit." Clark laughed and grabbed a little more oil so it would be nice and warm as he reached out and began to circle her clit with his left thumb while sliding two fingers of his right hand into her.

"Oh, God," Lois moaned as Clark began to pump her with the slippery, hot oil. "Fuck, yes," she murmured as he worked it into her g-spot with every firm thrust of his fingers, matching his thrusts with the pressure on her clit. She cried out sharply as he added a third finger and continued to pump them into her.

"That's it, sweetheart," Clark crooned to her, moving his left hand from her clit to massage her breasts again. "I've got you," he said as her panting became frantic. "Good girl," he murmured to her as her climax began to build. "Don't be afraid," he said, and Lois came hard with a loud cry.

"Don't stop!" she gasped as he continued to thrust inside of her while her pussy clenched tight around his fingers and she saw sparks.

"I'm not going to stop," Clark said as he kept stroking her hard. "I'm going to take good care of my girl."

Lois sobbed as another wave of her orgasm hit her, and Clark's fingers were in exactly the right place making her feel so damn good and he kept thrusting and thrusting until she squirted all over his hands and even then he didn't stop but kept pumping her as her aftershocks rippled through her while she fell apart sobbing.

"I love you," Clark said to her, his eyes burning with tenderness and moisture and love while he adjusted his fingers to a slow massage as Lois came down.

"I love you, too," Lois gasped as she sniffed and cried.

Clark undid the velcro bonds and moved to lay on top her, gently gathering her up in his arms as her tears flowed.

"I've got you," he whispered again. "It's ok," he said, and they both knew it was.

Lois liked the tears; she craved the release that it gave her from her infernal tension and stress. Clark gave her a soft kiss on her lips before pressing little kisses all over her temple and cheek and neck. When Lois sniffed and pulled his face to hers so she could kiss him back, he knew she was ready. But he still checked.

"Ok?" he asked her and she nodded so he took his cock and slid it into her. Lois sighed softly with pleasure as he entered her and she pulled him into a deeper kiss, loving the feel of her tongue in his mouth while his cock was deep inside her.

Clark began thrusting slowly at first so they could enjoy making love for a bit before ramping up his speed and intensity. He'd had to carefully figure out how hard he could thrust without hurting Lois when they'd first started having sex; one major downfall to being a Kyrptonian was that he had to be careful to stay in control no matter how turned on he was, because he could do major damage to Lois with his superior strength.

But monitoring and adjusting his pressure to keep Lois safe was second nature by now, since they'd been together for almost a year, and Clark, too, felt able to relax and enjoy the comfort of being with his familiar and well-loved partner without being overly stressed out during sex.

When Lois was ready to come again, Clark moved a hand down to her clit to help her get over the edge.

"God, Clark!" she cried as he thrust into just the right spot and she came a second time, squeezing her legs tight around his hard muscled waist and digging her fingernails into his back. Clark thrust a little harder and faster until he came too, groaning with pleasure as he emptied his cum inside of her in a long, drawn out orgasm that left him feeling happily wrung out in her arms.

"I love you so much," Lois said to him softly, meeting his eyes.

"I love you, too," Clark said with a warm smile as he pulled out and rolled her over into his arms to cuddle her. Lois tugged the covers up over them as she curled into his strong chest with a happy sigh.

"Clark?" she asked him after a little while.

"Yes, Lois?" he said drowsily.

"Will you move in and marry me?" she asked him in a tiny, quiet voice. Clark's eyes flew open as he turned his head to look at her.

"You're sure?" he asked her with a slow but hopeful smile starting to spread across his face.

Because Lois and he didn't keep separate apartments due to Clark's own preference. Lois had needed to go slowly as she was so unused to trusting people. She had wanted her own space with boundaries around it for a long time and Clark had been beautifully patient with her, never pushing for anything more than she wanted to give. He sensed that under her tough exterior, Lois was like a frightened animal in an intimate relationship who was likely to bolt as soon as she felt cornered.

They had been together for six months before she gave him a key and even then she had asked him not to drop by without calling first. Although that only lasted for about a month until she told him that he could come over whenever he wanted, to his great joy. For the last several months, Clark had been spending every night at Lois's place when she was in town and not off on an assignment. So he was more than ready to move in, but he had been willing to let Lois make that decision at her own pace.

But moving in and getting married? Clark really, really hoped that Lois meant it.

"I'm positive," she said, a radiant smile lighting up her face. "Seeing Diana and Lex tonight… I want that," she said. "But don't ever tell Lex I said that," she frowned and Clark laughed even though his eyes were filling up with emotional tears.

"Of course I'll move in and marry you," he said before kissing her so long and hard that it took her breath away.

"You've been so patient with me," Lois said when they finally took a breath to gaze at each other again.

"You're worth it," Clark said sincerely. "So worth it, Lois. And, for the record, we already had what Lex and Diana have. We had it first," he grinned. And Lois smiled back at him.

"I know," she said. "We did. But I want it all now. Living together and being married… all of it."

"We won't be able to go ring shopping until Monday," Clark pouted. "I'm going to be all tied up with the Justice League for the next three days."

"That's ok," Lois said. "I don't need a ring for our engagement to be official. Monday's fine."

"Do you have any ideas what style you want?" Clark asked her, figuring she probably did, because didn't every woman? Lois's eyes sparkled.

"I was thinking ruby and sapphire stones with a gold band," she said.

"What an attractive color scheme," Clark said with a teasing smile. "However did you think of it?"

"Oh, I don't know," Lois said airily. "I feel like I've seen it around. On some superhero or something."

"Well, if you see him, tell him he has pretty good taste," Clark grinned. Lois scoffed.

"He has the best taste, obviously. He's marrying Lois Lane," she said with a kiss.


A/N If you skipped the kinky bits, all you need to know is that Lois likes some kinks because she's always so stressed out and it helps her relax and Clark is willing to go there with her. But they stay in character as themselves and don't roleplay as Dom and sub because that's not them. In this AU, anyway.

Also, please remember that Lois and Clark's kinks don't have to be your kinks, and that's ok. And, their kinks and personal preferences in this story are not a judgment on anyone else's. Plenty of people enjoy D/s play and ball gags and hardcore spanking and flogging and that's just fine as long as it's safe, sane, and consensual. I gave Clois what I felt would fit their tastes based on who they are in this story.