Tell Me (nc-17)

[xadie]

:biggrin: Hi guys,

So there I was, minding my own business, trying to think of a new story for when I finish "Angels", and I sat down to start typing a few ideas up. Suddenly this plot had me by the throat and wouldn't let me go til I'd finished it! Seriously, I wrote this in about three hours last night, and I kind of surprised myself with the nasty ideas that were appearing on the page!

So, this is a futurefic, possibly AU. Its pretty twisted and perverse, with overtones of "The Story of O". There's elements of hurt/comfort and S&M, but most of all I wanted it to be a love story, and I wanted it to be truthful. Oh, I should prbably say that its OOC as well. I'd love to know what people think, because I'm pretty new to writing, so I like to know what works and what doesn't!

OK, here goes....

[xadie]

Tell Me

Their eyes met across the foyer, green into blue, arriving into arrived. A silent smile that had nothing to do with lips flew between them, and then each turned to the conversations oiling the wheels of commerce around them. Later they caught flashes of each other between bodies; a tanned throat revealed by laughter, a pristine shirt cuff between jacket and white skin, long manicured fingernails wrapped around a champagne glass, perfectly cut tuxedo covering broad shoulders, emphasising narrow waist.

They loved this game, loved it more as each gallery opened, each charity dinner was eaten, each bachelor was auctioned. Each arrived with another, worked the room, passing close to each other but never meeting, then left, with never a word between them. On one memorable occasion they had stood next to each other at the bar for minutes, the heat between their bodies indescribably arousing, before smiling pleasantly as if to a stranger and walking in opposite directions.

That night was no different, each admiring the fine new facilities of the Luthor Metropolitan Opera House, each talking much and eating little. Swirls and eddies of literati and glitterati flowed past their separate islands. She stood with her client, and talked graciously to those who came to pay him tribute, and his brunette escort did the same across the room. Both separately smiled for the assembled press waiting outside, before stepping into sleek limousines and slipping away into the hot city night.

Later, she stepped out of the private lift onto the polished oak floor of his apartment, designer heels clicking as she walked the familiar path to his sitting room. Drawing off long evening gloves and throwing them over the nearest chair, she watched him. He’d stood as she entered, and now his lips half curved, his own welcome.

“Drink?” He held a crystal tumbler of single malt whiskey, older than her by twenty years at least, in one hand.

“No. Thank you.” It was always like this at first, the game spilling over into their real relationship, both unwilling to be the first to bend. On this occasion, he placed the thick-bottomed tumbler slowly on the table, never losing eye contact, before closing the distance between them. Neither closed their eyes as he took her chin in his hand, tipping her head back and taking her lips with his own. Her hand slid up the finely tailored jacket and stroked the back of his neck. She tasted scotch and a trace of smoke on his mouth before they separated.

“You’re late tonight.”

“You know how Lucas is.”

“Hmm.” One eyebrow arched as he made a non-committal sound in his throat. “You smell of cigar. You went to see my father.” It wasn’t an accusation, simply a statement of fact. She turned away from him, slipped off her shoes, and walked over to the full-length windows that made up two walls of the room. He sat, took his drink, and waited for her.

“He’s an old man now. He needs me.” Gazing out over the lights of the city, her tone had become sad. “He’s dying. In his own way, he loves me.”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

“I need you.”

“Its not the same.” Still she turned to him, grace and beauty personified in a black column dress, blonde hair smooth, classically styled.

“I’m glad you still visit him.” He watched her, waited for her to come to him. Seconds ticked by, as they looked at each other, chemistry almost palpable in the air-conditioned room.

“I wouldn’t go if you didn’t want me to.” It would be a sacrifice, no harder than any of the others she’d made for the man sitting in front of her. But she knew what his answer would be.

“I want you to.” It was then that she moved towards him, closing until she stood between his knees, toes against the leather of the seat. Looking up at her, he was surprised anew by how little ten years of city life had changed her, physically, from the girl he first knew as a high school student. While other women had hardened and calcified around him, she remained fresh, unstudied. Only a certain air of glamour marked her as different, replacing the awkward enthusiasm of her early youth. His unoccupied hand lifted and tangled with her diamond ornamented one.

“Tell me again.” Not quite a question, not quite a command. She knew he would answer, just as he always did. Focussing on the back of her hand, he stroked the tanned skin with the ball of his thumb, relishing the softness of her.

“I love you.”

“Why?”

“Because you are mine.”

“How do you know?” He stood, then, drew her against him, stroking her head against his chest. Her arms closed around his waist and she was content.

“Because you do all that I ask.”

“What do you ask?” It was like an old fashioned waltz, each partner moving in harmony with the other, knowing the steps and the turns as intimately as they knew themselves.

“I ask you to be with other men.” He lifted her face to his and kissed her softly on the lips. She closed her eyes momentarily.

“Why?”

“Because you are beautiful, and it pleases me.” He ran his hands down her body and settled them around her waist, drawing her against him as his mouth found the lobe of her ear.

“Are you happy that I sell myself?” There was no confrontation in her voice, only desire, as she ran her fingernails over his naked scalp, leaving reddened lines.

“Yes.” Hot breath teased the sensitive skin over her pulse before he scraped his teeth over it, nipping her gently. Pin by pin, he loosed her hair, until it hung in a silken blonde mass around her face

“Why?” Turning her head to give him better access to her neck, she slipped the other hand under the tuxedo jacket, running her fingers over the still-hard muscles.

“Because it makes you all the more valuable to me.” Skilled tongue and teeth drew patterns on her throat, creating a shiver that seemed to rise out of her soul.

“What is it that makes me more valuable?” Fingers clenched convulsively, bunching the smooth fabric of his shirt. Suddenly he grabbed the golden hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her head back and forcing her eyes to meet his.

“That you would degrade yourself to make me happy.” Her arms fell limp by her sides.

“Will you leave me?” She knew the answer, but was always half-waiting for a different one.

“Never. You are my wife.” Relief flooded her, as it did every single time, and she slipped her arms around his shoulders.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” These last were gasps, mumbled against each other’s mouths. Tongues slipping over each other, desperation forcing them ever closer to each other.

Their need of each other was an obsession, a narcotic addiction that neither could recover from even if they’d wanted to. The games they played fulfilled needs in them that neither could ever have admitted, would probably never have discovered, with another. As they fed from each other’s mouths, the rest of the world melted away, and all that mattered was each other and the love between them.

Finally he pulled away, looked down at his wife.

“Tell me.” He untied the halter neck of her dress, smoothing the fabric down her body until she stood naked except for her diamonds.

“Lucas?”

“No... Bruce.”

“Bruce.” She thought for a moment, eyes rolling back in her head as he pulled her against him once more. The fabric of his jacket teased her nipples as he let his fingers roam over her tanned skin. “He likes to tie me up. He straps my arms and legs to the bed and then...” She drew a sharp breath as he traced the fresh welts on her butt.

“Then what?”

“He canes me.” A whimper escaped her throat as he dug his fingers into the recently marked flesh. Turning her, he knelt and ran his tongue lightly across one of the scars.

“Does it hurt?”

“Oh yes. I cry and scream but he won’t stop. He’s like a demon.” The laving of his tongue made the sensitive skin burn and itch, but she did not ask him to stop. He slid his long fingers up the inside of her thighs and moved them against the wetness he felt there.

“Then what does he do?”

“He fucks me and calls me a whore.” She bit back a cry as he suddenly slid two fingers inside her. Standing, he pulled her back tight against himself and made her rock, pushing against the most sensitive point inside her.

“Do you hate him?”

“Yes. I...” She let out a shuddering moan. His other hand teased her nipples, pulling and rolling them by turn. “h-h-hate him! Oh!”

“Then why do you go?” He gave a sharp flick of his fingers inside her, causing wetness to run over his shirt cuff.

“For you. Always for you.” Slipping out of her, he turned her and pushed her back onto the sofa. He stood over her for a moment, still fully clothed, drinking in the sight of her lying there, legs open, head flung back, hiding nothing from him. He wanted to keep her always like that, remember her perfect, complete. She moaned, softly, and he covered her body with his own, taking a nipple between his teeth and running expert hands over delicate skin, skin that the marks of others made all the more beautiful.

“I love you,” she sighed again. Slipping three fingers inside her this time, he began to move rhythmically against her, his hips following the motion of his hand. Her sighs turned to moans as she pushed him deeper into her, grinding in circles against his fingers. His thumb found her clit and added friction there. She cried inarticulate nothings as he made her come, hard, against his hand. Suddenly, just as the waves of pleasure were dying within her, he was on her, in her, filling her. The sensation pushed her back into an upward spiral, drawing him with her as she rode the crest of a new wave. He turned over, pulling her on top of him, and watched as she arched above him, golden, beautiful. She shuddered, crying his name again and again as he mumbled and groaned hers, tightening and relaxing her muscles with each stroke just the way he loved. Their fingers twisted in each other’s as she ground down on him, finally collapsing onto his chest as their orgasms rushed through them.

“Tell me again.” She whispered, as his heart slowed under her ear.

“I love you.”

THE END

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A/N So what do you think?

[sabby]

Wow! That was intense, and I really like it! Scratch that I love it! And is there any chance that you might write a sequel? Cuz I would sure like to read more of that. There are questions still left open and I'd love to find the answers.

Awesome story

hugs,
Sabby

[BlackFireRaven]

You are twisted....I like it. Write more please!






Heaven wouldn't have me and hell was afraid I'd take the place over. -- The Crow: City of Angels :devil:

[bluemoongirl23]

That's some serious stuff! But, I liked it. I always love it when people do something new with the characters. And an interesting way for Chloe to prove her love.

Blue

[hfce]

That was twisted but great and confusing. So is she a what we call a Hooker, Call girl? I need a prequel to understand it.


Hope :goof:

[NightGlow]

That sent a chill down my spine...

But a good one. :badboy:

Are you sure you don't have any more kinky little perversions up your sleeve? :crygreen:
I mean... not that I enjoy that kind of stuff. *laughs sheepishly* :unsure:

[jem]

twisted indeed.....OooOoh i like....

twisted juicy, intense... bravo! please say theres a sequel?

[TwirlWriter]

That was just....WOW! There isn't much more I can say but WOW!

[shipperchick]

Hmmmm.
As you said, twisted, but above all, a love story.
There's a lot here to deal with, but you write this story in a wonderfully lyrical tone, and treat the subject with a respect that shows how much the story means to you. I love your writing style, and respect your handling of the material.

I can't wait to see more from you!

[Blaire023]

*looks to Sabby and grins* Tell me.

Anyways, I loved it. Absolutely, As if you thought I wouldn't. I mean come on, I am the author of such fics as Kitten. Sooooooo, I must applaud you for an incredibly fic. And I wouldn't call her a call girl or a hooker. She's actually a pretty devoted wife to please her hubby like that.

B

[sydsvaughn]

Twisted? Maybe a little, but I loved it! Your writing style made me enjoy it very much and I look forward to reading more of your stories... and for the record, twisted isn't always bad! Great job!

Sara

[vardaquareien]

"Twisted & perverse" are too harsh I think, complicated and unique would be more fitting. It's a really interesting idea - the conventional idea of adultery implies betrayal yet you have put a spin on this making it an act of loyalty. :applause: I would love to see a prequel to this, showing how their relationship developed into what it is.

I only have one question. Do Chloe 's "clients" know that she is married to Lex? If so, do they know that he knows about them? :unsure:

[Lady Candy]

He wants her to be a whore...I don't like the thought, but the ff is very scheming...;)

[katspell]

wow... I don't think I've ever read anything quite like that. I love to O overtones, and it is sooo very sexy in that all contoling sort of way. Nifty.

[scifichick774]

Twisted? Yes. But very good as well. Very few fics can leave my mouth hanging open at a sentence and this one did, so congrats to you for that. :biggrin:

[ColumbiaBlue]

Wow... well that was... interesting. Very well written though. I like it! Good job!

~Manda :blinkkiss:

[Blu_FireFly81]

What hits me the most is that you wrote this in three hours.

I’ve read the story of O and its interesting in itself but the magnitude of how deep and the force in which Lex and Chloe’s erotic escalates have driven them even being an OOC it is very admirable and superb.

Again you wrote this in three hours....what the hey my muse just really hate me to be on vacation this long.

I'll stop rambling...Good Job!
:worship2:

[Clannadlvr]

Wow...

I applaud you for writing something that shows the darker sides of love.

Love isn't always pretty or kind.

Sometimes it's violent, dark, possesive...and knowing the characters like we do...I think it's very easy to see how their love could turn this way.

One question though...does the public know that they are married? They are at a function and no one seems to recognize the fact that they should be together.

All in all, utterly fascinating.

[Sab_Luthor]

mmm wow that was different
but my you wrote it very well
congrat :yay:

[S.Ann Smith]

very twisted... It deserves a sequel :)

[starmoon]

that was intense. the story makes me sad when lex has chloe go to other people. i am glad that they love each other but still it just seems wrong but if they are happy than it is ok.

[micah_luther]

That was intense. I'm so overwhelmed, but in a good way. Good job

[welshy]

Now that was interesting, I'm going to have to add that to the list of my favourite CHLEX fics because that was a lovely story ;)

[jaxie926]

Well written, nice theme, very dark. I love it. If you ever decide to explore it more, I'll be an avid reader :)

[JosiCuervo]

:drool2: Uh...I'm quite disturbed, yet at the same time very turned on... :yeahbaby: Very nice fic...disturbingly yummy...just the way I like it. :blinkkiss

~Erica ;)

[meeaz]

twisted, but damned good.

[ggdoll18]

very intense!

[Ainur]

Hmmm, I don't think is twisted. I just think is a new situation. One that I can imagined Lex being in it but not Chloe. That's what makes it so amazing and hot. That she would do that for him and that it actually works for them. They are happy and in love. Great spin on the ChLex relationship. Well done!

[Dianora]

this is really different but i like it. i don't know if Chloe would ever really do this but maybe with really extreme events in her life she could make this turn. i like how you tap into different aspects of Chloe and Lex and the story is really well written.:clapclap: good job.

[arkakitty]

Wow. Just wow. I'm amazed, how she can do everything he asks, but at the same time doesn't seem to lose her self. I love it.

[darkangel]

It was sick but it was still a love story. I loved it.

[chexfan]

It's nice to see a serious, unique story like this. Well done.

[cnl2003]

I wish I could say I liked it, it was very well written, but I read it and now I need to take a shower, and maybe a few baths...so, no, can't say I liked it. I'll stick with well written.

[tatie87]

This is quite the twisted little story, but I still like it. I can't believe someone as possessive as Lex would sell his wife to other men. I guess its just one of the kinks of the story.

[malugargula]

Twisted but sooo good :)
It should have a sequel

[missmagick]

That was pretty messed up writing was good though

[Ami Rose]

That was definitely twisted but it was great!