Day Eleven: She Gets What She Wants

One thing Lex was very good at was running numbers. He had a natural ability and ease with math, which made it so much easier to look over data reports and invoices and assess his business dealings. It was the one thing his father had complimented him on. So, Lex decided to run some numbers through his head and see if anything made sense.

Two. Two hours ago, he’d left Chloe on the front steps of her college dorm after kissing her goodnight. Then he’d gone home to his penthouse apartment, stripped to his boxer shorts and crawled into bed, once again alone, but entirely his choice.

Forty-five. The number of minutes that had passed since he was roughly awaken by hands on his skin.

Three. Three sets of hands, three people that had effectively and efficiently tied, gagged, and blindfolded him before he could make a sound or blink the sleep from his eyes.

Thirty. Thirty minutes had passed since they had left him, alone and restrained and wondering what the hell was happening.

And finally, one. One person was still in his apartment, more specifically, in his bedroom.

Lex growled low in his throat. Even after going through all that, he had no answers. At first he’d been afraid, wondering if these people had been sent to harm or kill him. But when nothing else happened, he became annoyed. This wasn’t a robbery. There was no noise coming from the rest of the apartment, except for the definite click of the front door closing after two of his attackers left. No one had said a word, and he couldn’t see, speak, or move to get answers.

Now he had progressed to pissed. Whatever was happening, there was only one person left. Were the other two coming back? Who were they? Was this about money? Revenge?

And then he heard a soft giggle and he knew this was about something else entirely.

The bed shifted and a voice whispered into his ear, “Your security sucks.”

“No shit,” he mumbled something beneath his gag, but of course it came out unintelligible. He wiggled his arms and legs to show his frustration at having each limb bound securely to the four posts of his bed.

A cool hand touched his hot skin, fingers trailing from his wrist up his arm and circling around his armpit. He flinched at the touch and let out a muffled laugh.

The hand continued, moving along his collarbone, stopping at the hollow of his neck, then sliding down to flick his nipples. His heart was beating so fast he could hear it in his head.

Two fingers walked down his chest, past his belly button, and then slid beneath the waistband of his silk boxers.

Don’t get turned on, don’t get turned on, he chanted. Then, FUCK! as his cock sprang to attention.

The hand moved away and Lex let out a shaky breath through his nose.

“How does it feel to be teased, Lex?”

This time the voice was loud, strong, and slightly pissed. And very, very Chloe. Lex froze and swallowed around the thick knotted cloth that kept him quiet.

Oh, fuck.

“I know you like numbers, Lex,” Chloe said as she walked around the bed. “So let me throw some your way.” She paused and moved to sit beside him. “Seventy-four.”

Lex frowned.

“Yes, seventy-four,” she continued. “That’s how many times you’ve turned down my offer of sex.”

He started to shake his head - no, it couldn’t be that many times - when she reached out and gave his left nipple a hard twist. He shrieked and thrashed, and she released him, only to shock him with a sharp slap across the face.

“Did I say you could move or make noise?” she asked.

He lay completely still, his face stinging from the slap. He faintly realized that his erection had not lessened at all. In fact, it was harder.

“Here’s another one, Lex. Twenty-one. It’s how old I am. Old enough to drink, and certainly old enough to know that I want to have sex with you. And I always get what I want.”

Chloe lifted his head and untied his gag, pulling it from his mouth. He took in a gulp of air.

“You may speak,” she said.

“Chloe, I’m, I’m sorry,” he croaked. “I just didn’t think you were ready.”

“Whatever you may think of me, Lex, don’t think of me as a child.”

She was up, moving, and Lex tried to follow the sound of her voice.

“No, I don’t think you’re a child,” he said. “I just, sex, it complicates things.”

“It certainly does. Do you know how much planning this took?” There was a hint of amusement in her voice now.

“Chloe, I told you our first time would be special,” Lex said. “Special and perfect, just the way you want it. But not like this.”

“Now see, Lex, this is where you’re wrong.”

He turned to the right, in her direction.

“This is exactly how I want it,” she said. “You, tied to the bed, helpless, all power taken from you. Hot, sweaty, and very turned on, if the party in your pants is any indication.”

Lex blushed and Chloe laughed. Lex licked his very dry lips and strained to hear where in the room she was.

“May I ask you a question?” His voice was soft, tentative. He didn’t really want to be slapped again.

“Go ahead.”

He moved to face his left, his closet was over there.

“What exactly do you plan to do with me?”

A pause, and then she was leaning close to his ear. He could smell the crispness of one of his own shirts, and his heart beat kicked up a notch.

“I plan to take my time with you,” she said softly. “To make you want me so badly, it hurts. I want to make you understand what I’ve been feeling for so many months.”

Lex swallowed.

“And then,” she continued, moving away from him. “Then I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

He felt her hands on his hips, heard the sharp snip of scissors, and gasped when the cold metal blades touched his skin. Chloe quickly cut off his boxers and pulled away the strips of cloth. He was now completely naked.

Naked and tied up, he thought. Kinky.

Chloe told him to lift his hips, and he did. She slid a small pillow beneath him, pushing his cock even farther north. She tapped it with one finger, sending a shiver through him.

“Now,” she said. “I don’t have any fancy toys. But I do have a couple of tricks I’d like to try on you. Will you be a good boy and let me?”

“Yes,” he answered. “But please, can I see you?”

“You see me all the time, Lex. I want you to feel me.”

Lex could feel his pulse pounding through every inch of his body. A pop and a fizz caught his attention. Champagne?

He gasped when she took his cock in one hand and dropped a strand of what he thought were beads around it. But the perfect roundness and smoothness told him otherwise. These were pearls.

Chloe moved between his legs, her knees pressed against his inner thighs. She removed her hand and pulled on the strand of pearls, tightening their circle around his cock.

“I’ll bet you’re curious as to how I got you restrained,” she said.

He nodded, afraid to open his mouth or else a moan would escape.

“There’s no way I could have done it by myself. That’s why it’s nice to have friends.”

Lex listened carefully.

“Yes, two friends were gracious enough to lend me some help.” She dropped another loop around his cock and pulled. The strands rolled over him, tight, loose, hard, smooth.

“But which ones?” she asked. “Lana and Lois are always there when I need them.”

Lex’s face flushed. He’d been tied up by three women?

“But then, Clark and Pete are stronger.”

Another loop of pearls, more tugging. Lex tried to remember to breathe.

“Would you like that?” Chloe asked, her voice husky. “Two men touching you?”

Lex inhaled hard and clenched his hands into fists.

“Or maybe, it was Lois and Clark. Or Lana and Clark. Or Lana and Pete. You’ll never know, because we’ll never tell. You’ll just have to wonder, when any of them looks at you.”

She was pulling at the pearls faster now, and Lex was quickly moving toward climax. And then suddenly, the pearls were gone, stripped from his cock.

He let out a frustrated groan. “Chloe, please,” he begged. “Please.”

But she had already moved off the bed. He heard her drop the pearls on the bedside table. He squirmed; his cock was aching.

“Please, we can have sex right now. I’m sorry for not doing it sooner,” he said. No response. “Chloe?”

There was no sound, and he feared she’d left him alone. He struggled a little, trying to free himself. Nothing loosened, and just as he was opening his mouth to scream, a wadded up ball of cloth was jammed inside. He was so startled, he didn’t even try to spit it out. A silk scarf was tied over his mouth, trapping the wad inside.

“You talk too much when you should be moaning,” Chloe said. Then she untied the blindfold and stepped back.

Lex blinked several times, his eyes adjusting as he lifted his head. The lighting fixtures were set to dim, and several lit candles cast soft shadows around the room. He looked at his wrists and ankles, bound to the posts with four of his own ties. His cock still saluted at full attention, and at the foot of the bed was Chloe.

Her blond hair glowed in the candlelight, loose curls framing her face. She wore one of his white shirts with French cuffs. It hung just to her knees and was buttoned halfway up from the bottom. He could see the curve of her breasts, and he determined she wasn’t wearing panties.

Because they were in his mouth.

He let his head fall back on the pillow and he tried to breathe calmly through his nose. Chloe crawled up between his legs, his fingers pressing hard into his flesh. She raised herself up and spread out on top of him, giving him a glimpse down her shirt. His shirt. Whatever.

She took a long drink from the glass of champagne she’d placed on the nightstand, then lowered herself to his chest. She held his gaze as she took his left nipple in her mouth.

The bubbly champagne fizzed on his nipple, and he groaned. After the feeling wore off, she took another sip and moved right. Lex clenched his teeth to keep from screaming as she nibbled, sucked and licked, all the while scraping her nails along his ribs.

When his nipples were numb with pleasure, Chloe took another drink, a long one, and Lex buried his nose between her breasts. She slid down his body, and then poised her mouth over his dick.

When she took him in her mouth, the champagne’s sweet fizz caused severe tingles to jolt through him. He screamed as loud as he could while gagged, and his whole body popped with sweat. She ran her tongue up and down, around and over the tip. With her hands she massaged his balls.

He was a breath away from coming his brains out when she abruptly stopped. His eyes rolled back in his head and he whimpered with need. He was almost in tears. This was hell. Plain and simple. He strained against the ties that held him immobile, cursing the person that tied such excellent knots.

Chloe positioned herself so she was sitting between his legs, facing him. With one hand planted firmly on the bed to support herself, she used the other to caress her breasts, pushing off the shirt to tease her nipples into hard nubs. Then her hand glided down, past her belly, lower. She began to move her fingers in an unheard rhythm, and Lex watched, fascinated. He listened as her breath came out in tiny gasps, envious of her fingers for getting to touch.

But like with him, she stopped before she climaxed.

With lust filled eyes, Chloe untied his gag and leaned over him to work on the ties that held his hands. While she did that, Lex caught a nipple in his mouth and sucked. Finally his hands were free, then his legs.

In one quick motion, he flipped her over so he was straddling her hips. He held her wrists above her head, pinned to the pillows. She stared up at him hungrily, and Lex almost growled.

“You should be illegal,” he said, dragging his gaze up and down her body.

“You should take me. Now.”

He grinned and entered her swiftly. It took ever ounce of self control to keep from coming the second he was inside her. They rocked together, and Chloe wrapped her legs around him, forcing him deeper.

She was hot, feverishly so, and tight around him. Finally, their movements took them to the edge, and as Chloe bit into the soft flesh of Lex’s shoulder, they both soared over. Chloe screamed beneath him as she writhed in ecstasy. Lex let out a husky moan and shuddered, filling her. They lay together, still joined, trembling.

Lex stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.

“Some things are worth waiting for,” she whispered.

Lex couldn’t help but agree. “And now,” he said, “it’s my turn.”

He reached for the ties.

~finis