Red K Summer

TITLE: Red K Summer AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 7 of ? FANDOM: Smallville SHIP: Clark / Other / Chloe... RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Erotica SPOILERS: A couple, Season Three UNIVERSE: A look at how Clark spent his summer between the end of Season Two and the beginning of Season Three. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Smallville. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to The WB and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means. AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com CHAPTER SEVEN Clark ordered them a light lunch from a nearby restaurant that serviced his exclusive apartment complex before removing and tossing his ruined shirt in the trash. He toyed with the Red K ring on his finger. He hadn't meant to be so rough with Chloe, but he also hadn't expected that she would actually like being fucked like that or how much he had enjoyed it too. About twenty minutes later, he grabbed a plain t-shirt to replace his shirt to answer the door and allow the porter to bring in the service cart with their food on it. He tipped the guy and sent him on his way. Chloe appeared a few moments later wearing a short, pale pink silk robe that had intricately embroidered roses curling around it at random. He assumed it was one of the things in the bag Monique had handed her before they'd left her store. Her hair was still damp and her skin had the rosy glow of being hot and freshly washed from the shower. "You okay?" he asked softly, not looking up as he fixed her a plate while she sat on the sofa. "A few bruises, but nothing permanent." She told him and he hoped she didn't notice his wince. While she'd been in the shower and he'd been waiting for the food to arrive, He'd been debating sending her away or simply disappearing to Star City. He had intended to freak her out enough into leaving him alone for her own good, but what he had done to her in the cab had been selfish and wholly to satisfy his own desire. Yet, he didn't want her to leave. When she'd found him at that club he had been tiring of the string of connectionless one night stands he'd been having. He'd underestimated her, underestimated himself. He'd fucked her and that had been incredibly fun, yet he'd also enjoyed having her in his bed. He hated her prying questions, but suddenly remembered how good it was to talk with her. He wanted to be rid of his old life, but was glad for the memories she evoked. Clark theorized that this break, this dichotomy might be to blame for his treatment of her in the cab, along with the fact that she had been naked for at least half the time prior to them leaving Monique's boutique and he'd had the urge to be inside her since their street side breakfast. He let his gaze slide over Chloe as he handed her, her lunch and some cutlery. He marveled at how he had missed what a fine figure she had until the last few days when he had known her for most of his life. He went to the refrigerator and poured them each a glass of white wine, which he brought to her before sitting down with his own food in the seat across from her with the coffee table between them. The robe was short and he kept catching flashes of her pale, smooth thighs and legs. "This is good." She commented as she sipped the wine. "There's more chilling in the refrigerator if you want, feel free." He informed her and she nodded her acknowledgement as her mouth was full. Clark drank his own wine, hardly tasting it as he watched her over the rim of his glass. " So, what is this Antoine's you keep talking about?" she queried as she speared her next mouthful onto her fork. "I told you... You'll find out when we get there." He responded, a smile twitching the corners of his mouth at her tenacity and her slight pout at his deflection. "That robe suits you perfectly. What else did Monique give you?" he enquired to change the subject. "It's gorgeous isn't it? It was just the robe and some toiletries." She replied and he raised an eyebrow slightly when her eyes shifted away from his. He kept staring at her silently until her eyes flicked back to his and he inclined his head in question. He saw a blush color her cheeks. "Okay... Okay and a vibrator... for some reason she gave me a vibrator." Chloe confessed. He laughed and she flashed him a dirty look. "I'm not laughing at you... Well mostly not at you. Monique has... has a unique sense of humor." He told her, his voice deep and shaky with mirth. "Yes... Ha Ha Very funny." Chloe noted sarcastically, which only started him chuckling once more. She has so many beautiful things in her store, but they're so expensive. The stuff you let me pick out are worth a small fortune and you told her to choose other things for me as well... How... How can you afford it and this place?" she asked continuing despite the warning glance he shot her when he realized where she was heading. He simply didn't answer her, finishing his lunch instead, letting her stare at his silence in frustration. He got up and got the wine from the refrigerator and emptied the bottle, filling her glass without asking. She finished her lunch and drawing her legs up onto the sofa reclined, sipping her wine. "You should take a nap. A car will be here at seven to pick us up and it will most likely be a long night." He suggested, causing her to perk up, but she settled back down once it became clear he wasn't going to elaborate. "I'm not tired. Maybe... maybe we could just talk?" she countered. "You mean you'll ask me question you know I'm not inclined to answer, hoping to get hints so that you can make some assumptions and come to conclusions to satisfy that insatiable curiosity of yours. No thank you. It's too much fun to keep you guessing." Clark responded stepling his fingers under his chin. "Well then... What do you... want... to... do?" Chloe asked, her question becoming hesitant and softer as she realized it might have unexpected consequences, especially as he flashed her a wicked grin as she finished. "I... I think I'll take that nap now." She continued hurriedly, sitting up. "No... I don't think so. Why don't you go fetch Monique's little or knowing her tastes, not so little gift." he instructed. "I..." she started and he raised an eyebrow. "Why?" she asked and his eyebrow arched a little higher, his head titling slightly. It was an almost childish test, but a relevant one considering what he intended for her that night. He saw the argument in her eyes, but simply kept his locked to them in an unwavering stare. He could almost see the cogs turning in her head as she considered and discarded one argument after another and then her shoulders sagged. He had never doubted her intelligence, she was learning. He kept his smile small in order to antagonize her as little as possible. He watched as she disappeared into his bedroom and after a few minutes wondered if he would have to call for her or go after her, but just as he was about to open his mouth, she appeared carrying a rectangular black box. The box wasn't that big. It seemed Monique had moderated her tastes after all. She put in on the coffee table and sat on the sofa without meeting his eyes. Clark shifted in his seat, finding a more comfortable position and adjusting his growing erection for the same effect. "Why don't you open your robe and stretch out on the sofa, Chloe." He suggested and her eyes lifted to his. She hesitated and then did as he asked. "Now touch yourself." He instructed and she half rose from her reclining position, clutching at her robe and her lips opening to protest. "Shush!" he cut her off. "It's not like I'm asking you to cut or burn yourself. Just, to touch yourself, to give yourself pleasure, to show me how you like to be touched. Just, do it." He told her evenly, calmly. "But... it's embarrassing, private." She said softly, a statement, not an argument. "Chloe, Sweetie... I've stuck my dick up your ass and fucked you in the back of a cab, not an hour and a half ago, while the cabbie watched. I think we're way passed embarrassing or private. I want to see you masturbate, to use the vibrator in that box to make yourself climax. I think it will be hot and sexy and if you let yourself, I think you'll enjoy it too." He coaxed. He wanted this to be a conscious decision from her. She settled back onto the sofa, her eyes staring up at the ceiling, unreadable. "Go ahead, Chloe. Enjoy yourself." He reiterated quietly and watched as she started to idly trace abstract patterns on her trim stomach with the fingers of one hand, just skirting the edge of her pubes. Clark settled back in his recliner with a satisfied smile as he prepared to enjoy the show. He undid his belt and unfastened and unzipped his jeans, relieving the pressure on his erection, but made no other move to free it. She continued to look up at the ceiling as the fingertips of her other hand lightly caressed the skin of her breasts and he watched as her nipples hardened and expanded. Her touch was light, almost delicate as she ran her finger along the lower curves and valley walls of her cleavage, her thumb circling but not touching either of her nipples. He could see the bruises he'd left as her chest rose and shook when she drew in a deep shuddering breath and then slowly let it out and she closed her eyes. The pink tip of her tongues peeked out to wet her lips and then he watched as the hand on her belly slid lower and she let one of her feet slip off the sofa and onto the floor as she spread her legs. "Do you think I'm sexy?" she asked suddenly, her voice sounding loud even though it was just above a whisper. He hadn't realized how quite his apartment was with them not talking. "Yes." he answered in the same hushed toned. "Do you like seeing me like this? Doing this in front of you?" she enquired breathily as she dragged her fingernails through her blonde pubes and her hand slid between her legs where she started to explore herself, her pale, slender fingers disappearing between her pink folds. "Yes, very much so." He expanded his answer this time, feeling that she needed it. She slid onto her side, near the edge of the sofa, her eyes opening to capture his as she turned to face him. She draped her other leg over the back of the sofa, diplaying herself to him. She groaned softly and he watched her hips undulate slowly to press against her palm. Clark inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet, spicy scent of female arousal. "I'll do this for you, Clark. I... I like he way you're looking at me now. How it makes me feel" She admitted. "But, not with that." She stipulated, indicating the vibrator, still in its box on the coffee table with her head. He raised an eyebrow slightly and tilted his head in silent question. "I've never... It's not how I... I don't..." she tired to explain, a soft moan escaping her parted lips as she began to frig her clit with her thumb and pinch and stretch her nipple as she squeezed her tit flesh. He didn't push the issue, she looked absolutely exquisite doing just what she was. It had started off as a game, a test, but watching his friend pleasure herself added a new dimension to how he saw Chloe Sullivan. He had hoped the hedonism would break her, make her flee from him. The Red K left him without regret fro the things he wanted or did. She had no such help, and yet here she was, slowly writhing with self-induced pleasure. There had always been something between them She started to pant, her teeth gritting and her head pressing back into the sofa cushion. He freed his cock and slowly started to stroke it, unconsciously matching the motion of her hand as she sawed two fingers in and out of her glistening snatch. Her eyelids dipped, going from open to half lidded, her skin flushed as little cries and soft whimpers escaped her lips on puffs of air. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, his cock twitching in his fist as his balls clenched. He didn't know if she heard him and was about to repeat his question when she licked her lips. "I'm... I'm thinking about what you did to me in the cab. How the cabbie kept staring. How one moment I was scared and repulsed and then I wanted you to do it harder, faster and I didn't care who was watching." She answered in a hoarse, broken whisper, her fingers matching the action she had just described. He did the same on his dick. Clark could hear her heart beating at a mile a minute. He saw her eyes go wide and sightless and her belly quiver before her whole body trembled and he heard her breath hitch as she let out a gasp followed by a short sharp cry, one he was becoming quite familiar with, as she climaxed. She tensed and stretched out, her muscles straining, back arched and her thighs clamped around her hand. Her fingers of her other hand dug into the material of the back of the sofa, her knuckles white with the pressure she was exerting as she rode out her climax. He had seen a lot since his escape to Metropolis, but watching Chloe climax at her own hands was simply one of the most amazing sights, ever. His dick was rock hard and throbbing in his still fist as the tension slowly drained out of her and she settled back onto the sofa with a drawn out sigh before curling her knees to her chest. He wanted her, wanted to feel her sweet sex sliding around his erection like the moist, hot velvet fist it was, but at the same time he would not disturb her for the world. He clenched his free hand into a tight fist, feeling the band of the ring he wore bite into his skin as his desire and his conscious decision warred with one another. Her eyes were closed, her breathing settling to a steady pace and oblivious to his struggle as she hugged herself. Clark forced his own breathing to match hers, slow and steady, forcing himself to relax and with more difficulty than he would have thought, push the images of Chloe he had just seen to the back of his mind to reduce their stimulating effect. She relaxed further and stretched out on the sofa again and he took a deep breath through his mouth as he noted the way the inside of her thigh glistened wetly and he became acutely aware of her scent again. He closed his eyes and then abruptly stood. "Clark? What's wrong?" she queried sleepily, but he turned his back on her. "Nothing. Just relax, Chloe. I think you're ready for that nap now." He suggested, wrestling his more-erect-than-soft dick back into his boxers. "I'll get you a blanket and I'll wake you when its time to get ready." He stated and purposefully walked to his bedroom before she could respond. He paused once he was hidden from her view and took several deep breaths after literally yanking the Red K ring off his finger. He felt a shudder run through him. If he had stayed that close to her for a moment longer he would have given in to his desire and damn any consequences. He had felt that animal side in him, the one she had glimpse in the cab, straining at the leash of his will and it had almost broken free. He held up the ring and let the light catch the ruby stone, flashing red into his eyes. The urge to fling it across the room was like a hand gripping his heart. He wondered if he could continue the wondrous exploration of this, before unthought-of of side of Chloe he had discovered. Already he could feel a sense of shame and guilt at what he had already done to her, what he planned to do and have her do that very night. He couldn't do it with out the inhibition removing effect of the Red Kryptonite, but was he prepared to risk the beast of his lust on her? She may well be amenable and maybe even willing, but she was also only human. He closed his eyes and slipped the ring back on. He straightened, not even realizing that he had been leaning with his back against the wall. His dick had soften to more manageable proportions and he fastened and belted his jeans before grabbing a light blanket and returning to the living room to find Chloe sleeping serenely. She hadn't closed her robe and he let his eyes roam over her sleeping form with casual appreciation. His hands itched to touch where his eyes roamed, but he just lightly settled the blanket over her. There would be time enough for that and it would be better if she were well rested. He did however, lean over and lightly brush his lips across hers, making her murmur and stir, her lips following his, but not awaken. He smiled and then quietly walked away as she stilled once more. Clark pushed back his reservation at Antoine's by an hour as well as confirming the night's menu, glancing over at Chloe before he ended the call on his mobile. He did the same for the limousine he had hired and then went to take a shower. TO BE CONTINUED