Cloaked in Red

        Well, here's a second chapter for you guys! Lol, I have most of the story done but I still an ending.  So I at least have another two chapters ready to post in the next week or two.  Anyway I wanna thank all those that left me reviews for my last story.  Aiiie and I have another story ready to post too; I just want to see if I can get some good positive reviews. Oh and I know that there are some facts I should've have checked but I really didn't want to; I guess I took a bit of artistic license. Please read and enjoy and of course please leave me a review!

    Much luv & L8rs,

     Ryoko Kashino

Ch. 2   Fear be Damned

It had been almost three weeks since Clark had run into little Ms. Sullivan.  He'd kept a close watch on her.  She seemed to take his threat at value.  He was relieved; at least he could stay in Metropolis.  He lay in his bed late this afternoon.  He had no pressing engagements and the girl he'd had last night left very happily satisfied that morning.  He got up showered and dressed.  Tonight he was gonna party.  All the hot spots in Metropolis would be bumping; of course it was gonna be a good Saturday night.  He looked at his ring and kissed it gently, it was his savior and his good luck charm. The ring gave him freedom.  No longer did he have to rely on the Kent's for anything.  He could do what he wanted when he wanted and how he wanted.  And to him that was all that mattered.   He walked over to the giant wall of windows and stared out at the horizon.  The busy city lay within his grasp. His hand rose to the window, touching the cool glass a grin grew on his face and in a whisper he said. "Soon, you'll all be mine."

            Chloe lay in the small back seat of her silver Jetta.  Really who the hell said this damn car was roomy, she thought.  She'd been staked out here since three a.m.  Either, she was lucky as hell that he hadn't seen her or he was letting his guard down. Whichever it was she just wanted to see him leave that damn building so she could snoop around.  Somehow her prayers were answered.  He came down the steps and jogged over to a black B.M.W. roadster.  God, she hated that damn car.  Clark must've been lacking somewhere. She laughed to herself and watched as the car sped by. 

After five minutes past she ran across the street and up the stairs.  She picked the lock and walked around the place.  She walked over to his desk. On there was a Sony laptop and other typical desk furnishing and p.c. accessories.  She opened the drawers and picked out the few strays of paper.  Nothing had anything helpful on them.  She cursed under her breath and walked over to his bathroom.  Nothing was in the trash can either.  As she walked back out to the open space that was the apartment her gaze fell upon the closet, there had to be something in there.  Men never took stuff out of their pockets, of course she knew this cause her dad was king of the never removing stuff from his pockets.  She opened the closet and bent down to rummage through dirty clothes and pants pockets, jackpot! As Chloe pulled out some matches from a pant pocket she read the name aloud, "Cloud Nine, humph, I guess I'm gonna have to hit the Metropolis night life."

            Chloe was now ready to leave this place before she got caught.  She was headed to the front door as she realized she'd left the closet wide open.  Who cares, she thought.  She continued to the door but her mind played a possible death scenario and she quickly walked back to the closet to close it when she heard his voice just on the other side of the door.  Chloe scrambled to hide herself in a far dark corner of the closet. She closed the door just a seconds before Clark walked in.  He was chatting on a cell phone.  She really couldn't hear too much of the conversation but she still strained.  Afraid but more curious she leaned forward to pear through the slatted closet doors.  Clark was standing there looking around his apartment. 

            "Hey I gotta go. We'll work out the kinks of the plan later. Yeah, yeah, see ya."

            Clark tossed his cell phone onto the couch and he walked around the room slowly.  He felt like he wasn't alone.  He stopped finally in front of his closet.  He turned his back on it and then he got that familiar thousand yard stare.  Chloe's heart was beating so fast in her chest.

            Nothing and no one seemed to be in his apartment. He shrugged his shoulders and turned to open his closet, that's when he heard a gasp, his view came down to rest on Chloe. She was scrunched in the corner.  His face became hard as he reached down and pulled her to her feet.  Chloe struggled in his grasp, "Don't hurt me," flew out of her mouth.

            "Why the hell are you here?"

            "I can't stand it," her mind was racing she needed a lie and quick, "I needed to see you again ok?"

            "I'm not gonna play this stupid game with you Chloe."

            "What game?" she said in the lustiest voice she could manage.  He looked at her confused for a moment and he released his Herculean grip on her arm. Chloe's hands touched his abs then slowly drifted up to his pecks. He watched her hands as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Her arms kept traveling until they were around his neck.  She brought him down to her lips.  God, Chloe what are you doing, okay just how far am I gonna have to go to save my ass, she thought.  Her mind was racing and it just felt really good too.

            Clark responded well. He pulled her close to his body.  The heat she was generating in him was incredible.  This was feeling so different than the many other times with the other girls he brought here.  His hands slid down the sides of her body and the kisses became more heated.  As his hands came to rest on her hips he boldly moved them to her ass, grabbing her he lifted her small body.  Chloe had yelped in surprise, and then slowly it became a soft moan into his mouth.  Her legs wrapped around his waist as he walked over to the closest wall.  She was suddenly pinned to the wall and was shocked. Chloe could feel herself becoming more aroused.  Clark kissed her neck and she could feel his full weight against her.  She could feel his excitement too.  Oh, god, I need to stop this, no just a little more, she told herself.  Clark was pulling her top off as well as her bra.  Chloe began to tug at the top of his jeans.  Clark smiled and whispered huskily into her ear, "Slow down baby, we'll get there."

            God, did he just call me baby, oh god, he did, he did, her mind screamed.  Chloe grabbed his face and kissed him more fevered than before.  Now, she was topless and his mouth engulfed one of her breasts while his left hand caressed the other.  She could feel her self harden at his touch, she moaned again. Causing Clark to let out a good laugh, "This is only round one, you'll really be screaming later." He kissed her again.

 God Chloe was in total ecstasy.  Clark pulled back from for a second to look at her.  Sexy couldn't describe just how she looked to him.  He wanted to totally consume every part of her.  The look on her face was pure hunger.  Her lips swollen from the intense kisses he'd given her.  He smiled at her he leaned into kiss her as he did she moaned again, God, did she even know how incredible those noises were. 

            Clark grabbed Chloe and turned, the bed rested behind them. He gently pushed her down to the bed.  He removed his shirt as his body pinned her there with small moans of pleasure escaping her.  His kisses started at her neck and slowly fell to between her breasts.  Each soft mound got a bath from his tongue.  Chloe's hands played with his hair as she continued to moan his name. As new and even more heated sounds came from her; each one drove him more insane.  He resumed kissing her; the trail began down her abdomen and stopped as he reached the top of her skirt.  Clark looked at Chloe and her eyes gave the okay.  Slowly his hands swept down the sides of the cloth they stopped as he reached the hem. Instantly they shot back up, his hands now unbuttoned the button at the top of the jean skirt.  He easily yanked the skirt from her hips and threw it to the floor.  He knelt there taking in the view before him. 

            Chloe felt so, well mostly naked, why had he stopped?  He was just staring at her. It was kind of scary.  The moment was too long for her.  She sat up and got off the bed.  Clark watched in shock as she began to gather her clothes.  He stood up and looked at her again and said, "What the hell are you doing?"

            "You took to long."

            "I, what, you've got to be fucking kidding me."

"Actually, no, I'm not.  But did you like what you got?"

"I was enjoying myself. C'mon," he stepped closer to her and ran his hand down her still topless body, "I'll move a lot faster."

Chloe shrugged away his hand and looked him in the eye, "Hmm, you're still that slow farm boy."

Clark jaw became stiff and he walked away from her over to the small fridge, he bent down and got out a beer, he snapped off the top and took a long drink. She was fully now dressed and she was looking at him. 

"Well, I see that you're still the same bitch I knew." His tone was cold and nonchalant.

Chloe's eyes narrowed as she walked towards the door.  She stopped and looked at him and a wicked smile came across her face, "If you're really lucky, I just may stop by for a sympathy fuck."

Clark froze as the words came out of her mouth.  He bit his tongue and fought every muscle in his body, he wanted to just run over there and let her know what it would be like to get the real him.  Instead he just smiled as he watched her leave. 

Once out side his door, Chloe caught her breath. She was so afraid there, for a moment she had almost forgotten why she was here. Chloe ran down the steps and over to her car.

Clark threw the beer bottle at the sink and walked over to the window.  He saw Chloe running to her car.  He replayed her words in his mind.  For a second she stopped and then turned to look up at the window.  It was like she saw him watching her; she lifted her hand to her lips and blew him a kiss. Clark raised his hand to catch it; his bad boy smirk came back to his face.  Next time she wasn't going to get away from him without totally surrendering herself to him.

 Chloe stood in her shower scrubbing furiously at her skin.  That last encounter with Clark was so intense.  She had left there feeling fine but as she got closer to the university dorms she was staying at over the summer she was feeling dirty.  She kept scrubbing however the more she replayed the memory of what happened she couldn't feel any cleaner.  Finally after about an hour of showering she left the bathroom.  After she was dressed she began to research the club called 'Cloud Nine.'  Nothing came up really.  A skirmish or two and a few drug raids had done nothing to really tarnish the clubs name.  If anything it was one of the more innocent clubs.  Still she had to wonder how a club like that would attract Clark.  With his whole bad boy thing you'd think he'd want the severest thing out there. She shrugged and looked over at her clock; the bright red numbers read 7:46 p.m. She knew the clubs wouldn't be getting good till around midnight and even then they'd barely have begun to be filled with the real clubbers.  She knew now she'd have to follow him.  God, he really was gonna kill her, if he caught her.