Part 2: The Not so Mild Mannered Reporter
"It couldn't be," I thought to myself.
The way he called my name lingered in my mind. It couldn't be him. My curiosity grew as I pressed the door open completely. A figure all the way in the back of the room surrounded by leather and chains on either side. They hung from the ceiling dangling. It was entered in the middle of a long white couch. From this distance I couldn't tell who the figure was. It was male at least and most definitely not Bruce. The figure was much too large to be him. Lit from beyond the figure almost had a divine glow about him. Shadows of dark and like cast off his body revealed deep cuts of muscle. Letting the door slip from my grasp I watched the figure extended his hand out towards me. With a flick of his fingers he signaled for me to come closer.
"No this wasn't him," I continued.
I knew the voice I heard say my name. For that I was sure. No other man had a voice quite like his. Being both deep and gentle. However there was a hint of domination in the voice that called out to me. I stood there holding the door in my hand for a moment. I gripped onto it for dear life. He was always in control. The level headed one amongst us, but this. This wasn't the man I'd come to know. The man I knew was a mild mannered man. I took several steps towards the figure. Slowly he started to take shape. The deep cut shadows faded into slightly tanned pale skin with rippling muscles. Pale blue eyes stared back at me through a sea of long black curls that dangled in front of his face. Leaning back against the white couch he stretched his arms over the top of it.
Each step his pale blue eyes I never let mine. His muscular chest moved up and down with a steady pace. He bit down on his bottom lip as my hips swayed in front of him. It was as if he was staring right through me.
"What is the meaning of this?" I asked as I approached him.
As I finally stopped in front of him. He was practically naked save the black mask over his face. I fought the urge to look down any further. He was… Oh Gaia… He was a sight to be seen. A god amongst men. My gaze left his eyes and traveled down his body. A smile came across his face as he realized I was looking at him.
"I see you received my present," he said as he pointed to the mask on his face.
"That not what I asked," I said, ignoring his reply. "Clark this doesn't make any sense."
Clark stood to his feet. He towered over me a feat few men could do. He reached out and tried to touch my face. He stopped just inches from it.
"I know," he said.
I could feel the heat radiating off of his body.
"Then explain it to me," I said as he looked down at me.
The paleness of his eyes faded to a crimson red.
"I want you," he replied.
He left out an animalistic growl as he spoke. The hunger in his eyes told me his words were true. My heart skipped a beat. He leaned his head down towards mine until your foreheads touched. I felt his breath upon me. Never had a man looked at me with such hunger in my time here in man's world.
"... my way…"
His way? The words oozed from his parted lips.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
Out of the corner of my eyes I saw his hand reach out for on of the dangling pieces of leather. He pulled his head away from mine and pulled the piece of leather between us. My eyes grew wide. The thought of this turned me on more than it should have.
"Isn't this more of a Bruce kind of thing…" I said.
He let out a slight laugh, "Who's place do you think this is?"
Leather in hand I reached out and touched it. The warmth of Clark's hands had transferred to it. It felt like fire in my hand. I bit down on my lips from the pleasure the sensation caused. Clark eyes saw the effect the warm leather had on me. With his free hand he wrapped the leather around the wrist that was holding the leather. The flames in his eyes flared up a soft moan left my lips from the tight grip the leather had on my.
As I saw the flame seeping from the corner of his eyes I took a step back away from him. Panic took hold of him as he immediately he tugged on the leather stopping me from moving any further away from him.
"Please," he said as he held me in place. "Something I just don't want to be the mild mannered reporter the world thinks me to be…"
The look in his eyes. Gaia… The thought of him freed was something… When my sisters thought I wasn't around they spoke of the tales of my mother and Zeus. How he was unchained he was with her. Clark was more than a man and an equal to the gods themselves. The thought had crossed my mind but it was never something I thought would happen. He had his 'normal' life. But this. The leathers and masks. This was beyond his normal world.
" No… I couldn't," I thought.
I shook the thought of giving myself to the sculpted god before me.
"So you send ladies to Bruce's playground in masks," I replied.
I kept my tone neutral. Or at least I tried to. There was a slight hit of hunger in the lowness of my voice.
"No," he said as he walked closer to me.
As he walked closer he tightened his grip on me. He leaned down towards my ear. I felt his tongue caress the lobe of my ear. I nearly melted. His tongue was so hot.
"... Just you," he growled. "If you'll have me…"
As he spoke his tongue left my ear and traveled down to my neck. He left a travel of kisses. I molded into his touch. His long curl caressed my skin as he moved down my neck. A twinge of pleasure shot through me. I immediately reached my restainted hand up towards his hair. I wanted to keep his touch on my collar bone. But he pulled my hand away from him. A whimper left my mouth.
"I want the Amazon," he growled as he stared into my eyes. "But my way…"
His way he said it again. I didn't understand.
"What does that mean Clark…"
He hissed as the name 'Clark' came from my lips. He swiftly pulled me my restraints forward. I collided into his naked body.
"If we do this there are rules that must be followed," he said.
The way he commanded made me weak in the knees. I was in charge 100% of the time. It was my way or nothing at all. Even with others I'd been with on the island I was the master of the situation. But here I wasn't. And I liked it.
I nodded, "I understand Clark."
He smiled.
"Rule number one," he ordered. "You will only address me as Kal-El…"
"Ok," I replied. "...Kal-El."