Ms. Mercer drove her black Mercedes back to where Lex was being kept. She was fuming. Her PA would be found floating in the East River, good help was so hard to find and even harder to hide the body. When he failed to come up with any information on Lois Lane well, he was expendable. Lex had taught her that if you want a job done right do it yourself, so she had driven the Metropolis Travel Magazine to get the information herself. It was a total bust. The place had more security than the White House. She was frustrated and angry and she hated to lose. Her entire life was a reflection of that statement. She always got what she wanted and what she wanted was her Lex back. The man was a tactical genius and together they could rule the world. She reached into her pocket fore her phone as it vibrated, she answered angrily.

"This had better be good" she hissed.

"He's awake and he's asking for you." The voice spoke on the other end. She slammed her phone shut and hit the skinny pedal on the right to get to Lex; her true love, well true in her own twisted way. She arrived ten minutes later. She blasted through security to see the man she most admired sitting up in bed. He was pale and appeared weak, his eyes were closed.

"L.?" she asked softly as she approached him.

"Hello, Tess," he opened his eyes and looked to her, no through her. His voice was sweet, almost too sweet. "I here you have a present for me." He grinned. She blanched.

"It's close. I'm so very close." She spoke. "The Emerald Archer, the great Lamp of …."

"I know." He spoke. "Well done, I knew I was right about you."

"No praise yet; I was close to having it when it was spotted recently in a bazaar."

"Oh you will get it, all you need to do is find the words of the beckoning." He then smiled a smile she hadn't seen in ages. She was suddenly struck at how it wasn't the same, not at all. The temperature in the room seemed to drop and a chill slid down her spine, as if someone had just stepped over her grave.

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….."Where are we?"Chloe asked. The room was black. She couldn't see anything. She couldn't even feel him next to her. She could here him breathing.

"I would tell you, .but that would spoil the moment." She heard the amusement in his voice. "Two steps to your left is a switch for the lights, when you're ready, go, bring the light in Chloe." he was then quiet. She thought about what a loaded statement he just made. How could she lust..Trust..Trust, not lust, trust someone she hardly new? She had to admit he made it easy. He had seen her at her most vulnerable and held her not point out her weakness. 'What the heck Sullivan you only live one life.' She took a deep breath and took the two steps and reached out. She found a wall with a switch. The light was bright at first and when she regain her ability to see and what she found before her made her bite her tongue. She closed her eyes, not believing what she was seeing. His laughter filled the room.

"Come on Chloe open your eyes" She did and again just stared. She bit her lip.

"Are you going to stare at me all day are you going to come over here?" he teased.

"I'm trying decide," She knew she was blushing. She was staring at a four poster king size bed. The bed wasn't what had her attention. It was the tan and nearly naked man that had his hands tied to the bed. His arms were over his head and secured with green silk that matched her dress. He was grinning as he watched her eyes linger over him. At his waist was only a green towel. His legs were crossed at the ankle.

"My wrists are secure, I really can't hurt you." He grinned.

"That's not what worries me," She looked to the night stand next to the bed and saw a can of whipped cream.

"Your heart has been so abused. You've given time and time again. I'm offering you the opportunity to …take from me…. what you want."

Chloe toed off her shoes and moved slowly to the side of the bed. She could see his muscles flexing. She climbed up next to him and stared into his eyes. His look was challenging. Something in her just came to life. She smirked at him and then leaned over and kissed his naval. The contact of her lips on his skin made his hips jerk in response. He bit his tongue to keep from distracting her. She looked up at him and smiled brightly. She reached for the whip cream bottle and shook it. She then traced a line from his naval to his pecs with the sweet cream. She blew on his skin then began licking her way up his chest. His breathing was ragged. His eyes shut. He was overwhelmed by the delicate feel of her mouth and then she licked one of his nipples.

"Wow," he whispered.

She giggled. "I've never done anything like this before," she whispered as she went to treat the other nipple.

"….Guh….. ." he gasped as she began to work her way up his neck to his ear, then his chin, his other ear, and then finally his mouth. He was sure he saw stars when they kissed. "It's a shame that you've never been allowed to let your passions soar." She blushed and kissed him again. She then reversed the pattern to his waist and that green towel.

"Can you lay on your stomach for me?" she asked. "And how about," He was on his stomach arms stretched across the bed and secured at the posts. She was then in a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top. "Thanks." She straddled his butt and smirked as she gently raked her fingernails down his back. She could feel his body tense. She took the whip cream bottle again and doodled on his back. Then again with her tongue she traced the pattern.

She could hear him moan. She was starting to get more confident and drew lines of cream down the back of each muscular leg. Starting at the thigh of the left one, she licked and kissed her way down to his ankle. She then started at his right ankle and kissed and licked her way back up. She couldn't resist peaking under the towel to his perfect ass, "Good god almighty." She whispered.

"I'll take that as a compliment." He murmured. "Touch me Chloooeee" he whispered. "Take your pleasure from me."

"Then will you??" she whispered and in a second he was again tied to the head board and on his back. She licked her lips when she glimpsed his arousal.

"Please," he whispered. She reached out and traced the velvety soft skin. It was such a contradiction to how hard it was. He moaned. She felt powerful and innately feminine. She looked up at his face and wanted to weep. There was absolute trust on his face. There were so many thoughts so many ideas that she wasn't sure which to give priority to.

"I," she whispered. She looked embarrassed. He was then sitting up his body surrounding hers.

"Don't worry, we'll do this together." He spoke cupping her face with a strong hand. He leaned in and kissed her warmly while moving one of her hands so that she held him. He then began to show her how he liked to be touched. He let go and she continued. She grew confident with each stroke. He had to recite the genie hand book in Aramaic to maintain his control.

"Chloe," He whispered. She looked up at him and then quickly replaced her hand with her mouth.

"Ahhhhh…." He moaned as his hips were no longer under his control. Her hands were kneading his rock hard abs as she worked him with her tongue. He could feel his climax building. His hands reached for her and he tangled them in her hair. It was such an erotic site of her losing control with him. She brought him almost to the point of no return and then sat up and pulled off her tank top. She tugged him to a sitting position. Her legs resting over the top of his, she smiled as she put his hands on her breasts.

"Together." She whispered. He grinned and leaned in and kissed her, this kiss was so different from the ones very recently shared. It was as if he was claiming her as his. It was hot and possessive. His hands massaging her breasts and she moaned into his mouth.

"God you're beautiful" he spoke as his kissed her neck and then across her shoulder.

"I've dreamt this," she whispered.

"Dreaming" kiss " of me?" Kiss, kiss, "of me doing this?" he continued. His hands finally reached her hips. He looked her in the eyes then leaned back against a huge stack of pillows. He pulled her gently onto him. It was like a heaven he never imagined.

Even in his dreams it wasn't anything like this. His hands were everywhere, touching, stroking and stoking her desire until she thought she was going to spontaneously combust. "God," she whispered, She leaned into him and began slowly moving, then together they increased the speed with urgency. She was this first to fall, shattering into a million pieces. He followed quickly. They lay on the bed a heap of exhausted entangled flesh.

"Wow." She whispered.

"Yeah I agree." He spoke kissing her. In a split second she was on her side, him behind her pulling her into the cradle of his body.

"That's a heck of a first wish." she spoke snuggling into him.

"Oh Chloe." He spoke kissing the back of her head. "Your first wish is far from over. Sleep," he spoke and the room went dark….