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    I Remember You (NC-17) (Updated 3/29/2015)

    I Remember You

    Summary:
    Lex Luthor's memory of his time in Smallville may have been wiped, but visions of a blonde girl haunt him.

    Pairing: Chloe and Lex (Chlex)
    Rating: R - NC-17 depending upon chapter
    Timeline: Not breaking canon, but implied alternate Season 7. Post Season 10 Finale.
    WARNING: Lots of Smut



    Wonderful Banner by: chleansmile

    Prompt from lynzie914:

    forgive and forget you a thousand times
    for the fire and the sleepless nights


    *******************

    Hot, hungry mouths.

    A sigh of his name.

    A flash of bright hair.

    Firm legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded, pounded, pounded into her.

    Explosive release, jets of hot cum shooting into her welcoming wetness.

    Panting breaths returning to normal.

    Her smile.

    God help him, he loved her.

    But he said nothing.

    Even so, for just a moment he thought the light of her would be enough to save him from the darkness.

    But the image was already fading.

    ***************************

    "No! Don't go!" The words were ripped from him. He shot upright in the large bed, dislodging one of the other occupants. The girl cursed vilely from where she landed on the floor, pushing long blonde hair out of her eyes. A sleepy grumble came from the other blonde mound at the opposite side of the bed.

    He pulled at the sheets in frustration, ignoring both girls. He'd had another dream of her. They were never more than snippets, but they felt so very real.

    Were they real? Was SHE real?

    He had no idea who she was, or even exactly what she looked like. All he saw were these flashes.

    He knew she was blonde.

    In a subconscious attempt to find her, a veritable parade of blondes made their way through his bedroom. Sometimes a few at a time.

    But they were never her.

    He felt that if he ever saw her, he would recognize her instantly, but so far she still eluded him.

    Maybe she wasn't real at all...

    No.

    She must be from that foggy time before his resurrection.

    Damn you Tess and your fucking neurotoxin.


    His half-sister's last act had been to smear him with the agent, corrupting his memory. Most of his own past was a mystery to him. He'd been told some of his early life, but most of it seemed so unlikely. Why would he care so much about a farm boy? Why the hell had he invested in an Egyptian-themed coffee shop?

    He decided than none of it really mattered in the end. Everything from that time was ashes. The Luthor mansion. His father's company. Even his old life.

    What went before...was just the past. He was the future. He was a Phoenix, born anew from the ashes of the old.

    The mansion was reborn as his Metropolis loft. It was much better suited to a modern billionaire than a drafty castle in the sticks.

    His father's company, which had been a gutted ruin, was now merged with the new and powerful Lexcorp.

    Anything else was just...irrelevant. The trials and failures that had happened in Smallville belonged to another life -- a failed life.

    Everything except Her.

    He wanted Her.

    His cock was almost painfully hard from the hot memories. Thankfully, he had Blonde One and Blonde Two here to do something about it.

    Blonde One was back on the bed, so he grabbed her and pushed her face down toward his cock. He slapped the ass of Blonde Two. She woke with a yelp and glared at him. As he watched, he saw the change take over her face. She remembered who it was that had woken her so rudely. He could see the greed and calculation in her eyes.

    Another Mrs Luthor wannabe.

    Did these dispensable creatures really think he would marry them just for a fuck?

    Blonde One had his cock in her mouth now and was working it with some skill.

    He motioned to Blonde Two that she should join her friend.

    Let them fight over who could suck him off better.

    He closed his eyes and imagined they were Her.

    *************************

    He wrapped his fist gently in her silky blonde hair. Not pulling, not pushing. Just...holding.

    It made him feel he had a measure of control over her.

    He never had control over her.

    God knows how he had tried.

    Her eyes were looking up at him.

    Bright green eyes, heavy lidded with lust.

    She was on her knees before him, but there was nothing subservient in the position.

    Her wide, smiling lips parted to expose a peeping tongue. The wet, tactile pressure of it as she dragged it up the length of his throbbing cock. The darting flicks as drags as she explored the shape of him from the divoted head to the throbbing vein that traced the underside. The firm pressure of her hand gripping the base.

    The heart-stopping moment when her lips kissed the tip then slid forward and down, taking him in. Heat and wetness scorching a path down his pulsing thickness as her mouth slid down to meet her hand at the base.

    The exquisite tension as she sucked and pulled her hot ready mouth up and down the throbbing fullness of him.

    The unexpected slide of her tongue within that pulling, sucking mouth.

    Green eyes watching as he shot streams of hot cum down her throat.

    ************************

    Later, Lex stood under the body jets of his shower, washing away all traces of the last hour from his body. He was always scrupulously clean, and couldn't abide the stickiness and sweat after sex.

    The girls were probably still playing with each other in the bed. He doubted they were really into it that much. He'd seen the ploy too often now. They hoped that watching their sex play with each other would lure him back to the bed.

    Sometimes he let it work, but not now.

    Their coy fakeness had little appeal now that his transferred lust was sated.

    The fantasy had been surprising vivid to his waking mind. There had been details he didn't recall specifically adding.

    Then it hit him.

    It had to be a memory, not a fantasy.

    And with the memory, he had a new clue.

    Green eyes.

    The woman from his visions had green eyes.

    He was just a bit closer to finding out who she was.

    **********************

    He met that night's nameless blonde in a hotel lobby. She was there for some business meeting or another. He forgot the details within moments of getting her into his bed.

    She did have a nice smile. And green eyes.

    It made him think of her.

    She would do for another night of transferred lust.

    **********************

    They were in a strangely colorful apartment. A tiny apartment.

    What the fuck was he doing in this little hole in the wall?

    This couldn't be her apartment, could it?


    No way.

    Any woman that was with him would be in a penthouse. Or whatever the Smallville equivalent was.

    But here he was.

    Here she was.

    Green eyes, heavy lidded with passion looking over her shoulder at him. Bright hair hiding most of her face. Except those eyes.

    Eyes that told him how much she wanted him. Not the faux passion of the disposables, but real heat. Heat just for him.

    She was clothed.

    That was new.

    She seemed to be doing something at a kitchen counter. She was wearing colorful, cutesy clothing. Not what he would have expected from someone that still had such a pull on him.

    Her moved to stand behind her as she stood at the counter, wanting to see what she was doing.

    Typing. She had a laptop out, and was typing.

    He moved closer to see if the screen. Maybe it would give him a clue as to who this woman was or how he knew her. Unfortunately, as is so often the way in dreams, it was blurred when he focused on it too much.

    But his position had brought his body into contact with hers. He could smell citrus shampoo from her hair. She was short, but well made. Without conscious thought, his hands reached out to find her body.

    He wrapped his long fingers around her hips, enjoying the shape of her. His thumbs moving up and down over the sweet curve of her ass.

    "Lex.... I need to get this written..."

    Her words were a protest, but she was pushing back into him.

    Words didn't matter, actions did.

    He skimmed his hands around until he was grasping the rounded globes of her ass in his hands. He squeezed firmly.

    His green-eyed girl gasped and started to shift from foot to foot.

    You're getting wet for me, aren't you?

    He leaned against her back, letting her feel his hard cock pressing into her as he caught her earlobe between his teeth.

    "Lex, if I don't get this written, my boss will..."

    "Spank you?" he asked softly into her ear.

    She shivered.

    "God, yes..." she breathed.

    He reached for the bottom of her skirt.

    Her fucking skirts were too long.

    Next time, I'm going to make sure nothing you own even hits your knees.

    Finally finding the hem, he pulled it up until the material was bunched around her hips. A flower printed thong bisected her rosy ass, which quivered under his touch. He pressed his still clothed hips against the bare flesh, just to see her reaction.

    Finally abandoning the laptop, her hands gripped the counter edge. Her hips pressed back against him, and her head was thrown back.

    "Lex...." the word came out shakily, her voice thick with desire.

    He moved one of his hands around to her front, then slid it down over the outside of her cotton thong.

    "You're wet right through the fabric," he observed into her ear.

    "Yes..." Her voice was a heady mixture of lust and demand and surrender.

    His fingers found the edge of the concealing cotton and traced it.

    She whimpered.

    He smiled and let his fingers dip under the edge. One long digit lightly fluttering along her cleft.

    She pressed herself down onto his finger, forcing him to penetrate her. She gasped as his finger slipped easily into her wetness.

    Not just one to meekly accept, are you?


    He held his hand still against her, letting her ride his hand. Letting her find her own pleasure of him. Her gyrations causing her ass to bounce and grind against his hard cock.

    He felt his own head tip back at the feel of her on his hand and against his hardness.

    Her motions became more frantic, her voice going high pitched and needing. He uncurled another finger. When she pressed down again, they both penetrated her.

    She squealed in surprise and delight, speeding up her motions.

    Then he flicked out his middle finger just as she slid down again, so the nail dragged across her clit.

    She screamed, shaking and convulsing against his hand.

    After several long moments, he withdrew his hand. Her glassy eyes were looking back over her shoulder at him again. Holding her gaze, he very deliberately licked his fingers.

    She shuddered again, watching him.

    He noted her shifting from foot to foot again.

    She was ready still.

    Without breaking her gaze as he continued cleaning his fingers, he began to unfasten his belt one-handed. Next, came the button and fly.

    His fingers finally clean, he used both hands to push down his slacks.

    His throbbing cock was a large bulge in his designer boxer briefs.

    Her green eyes drifted down hungrily to his hardness as he undressed. Then they flashed up to meet his and she gave him a sexy smile as her thumbs hooked on the sides of her panties and pulled down.

    He smiled back.

    When the little cotton scrap hit the floor, she positioned herself back with her hands on the counter, bracing. She bent over slightly, with her legs splayed.

    That was all he could take. He pushed down his boxer briefs, letting his painfully hard cock free. He unerringly found the hot, wet entrance, and dipped just the tip.

    She moaned and tried to press back on him like she had done with his hand, but he swatted her ass sharply. She yelped, more in surprise than pain, but he rubbed away the sting anyway.

    Then he began entering her again.

    She pressed back again.

    He swatted her ass again.

    This time, her cry was a mixture of lust and pleading.

    He withdrew from her slightly, then pressed forward again. A bit deeper this time.

    She moaned, but this time she stood still.

    Now she understood the rules.

    He withdrew to her anguished moan, the pressed forward again.

    Her legs were quivering, but she stood still.

    He withdrew until just the barest tip of him was still in her, then slowly sunk into her, inch by slow inch, letting her feel even ridge of him. Letting her feel every bit of him slide and fill her.

    God, she was so tight. Tight and wet and so fucking good.

    When he was sunk to the hilt in her, he held still for what felt an eternity. Her body pulsed up and down his length. It was desperate for release that he wasn't letting her have. She was whimpering deep in throat, begging for him to move, begging to him to let her go over the cliff she stood upon.

    He pulled back fast, and just as she was gasping, he slammed into her. When he was buried again, he sharply smacked her pinked ass and shouted, "Move!"

    With a cry of joy, she did, pressing back into him, meeting his hard thrusts. Their bodies were lost to a flurry of frantic pounding, grasping, crying, screaming until she threw back her head on a scream as her body shuddered and squeezed and pulsed. The grasping, milking tightness of her had him crying out seconds later as he poured into her.

    *******

    "Ah!" he cried as tonight's blonde bounced on his hips.

    She may have green eyes, but she wasn't Her. The feel wasn't quite right, but she was talented enough and brought him to the release he needed.

    After the surprisingly hot and detailed memory hit him, he had needed that release badly.

    He poured hot cum into the condom as he let go.

    She came shortly after. Or at least she pretended to.

    He didn't really care which.

    Actually, he didn't even care if she bothered to fake it.

    They were all just filler.

    They weren't Her.

    She was these only one he cared about receiving as much pleasure as he did.

    She
    was special.

    She
    was everything.

    With each more detailed memory, he became more convinced she was real.

    So who the fuck was she, that even with his memory wiped and corrupted, she was bleeding through?

    He could probably know by now if he was willing to have someone investigate, but he wasn't. If his enemies knew he was searching for a blonde from his mysterious past, they would try to exploit it.

    He had to do this on his own.

    Dislodging the panting blonde from atop him, he carefully stripped the condom and deposited it into the one-way trashcan. He didn't trust that one of these nameless fillers wouldn't try to impregnate themselves with stolen sperm.

    He was the only person he could trust.

    And maybe...Her.

    ***************************************

    Butterflies. He was watching butterflies.

    No, not that wasn't right.

    A butterfly.

    It seemed to be...circling her?

    No, it had landed on her and looked to be...resting on her hair?

    He tried to focus, but the edges were fuzzy.

    Then she smiled sleepily at him from the pillow beside him. He lost interest in the bright red and teal butterfly.

    They were in a great bed.

    His bed in the Luthor mansion maybe?

    Likely.

    "I should go," she said quietly.

    "I'm sure it will be ok with the boss if you are late."

    Her smile faded. "Lex, no, I can't..."

    He silenced her with a kiss.

    There are a thousand ways to kiss, and he prided himself on knowing how to use them all. He knew how say he was going to fuck her until she couldn't walk with a kiss. He could make her think she loved him with a kiss. He could make her think she was the only woman he had ever kissed.

    He knew how to make her stay with a kiss.

    He used the last one now. Teasing, but demanding. Claiming and offering.

    She didn't stand a chance.

    Her heard her sigh into his mouth as he rolled on top of her, white linen sheets wrapping and tangling around their bodies.

    He kissed her deep and heavy and drugging, letting his hands roam her unseen body under the crisp linen.

    He wished he could see more of her, but this memory wasn't accommodating him there. He could at least feel her.

    Firm, rounded body with lush curves and full breasts. One arm moved to lift him so he could give his long fingers better access to fondle and praise one of the full globes. He inscribed the flesh with deep circles, working his way inward to the peaked nipple. Upon reaching it, he gently pulled and teased, swallowing each gasp she made as she pressed herself into his hand.

    He felt her running her toes up his legs, encouragingly. He felt her shifting, trying to align their bodies, her fingers digging into his hips in eagerness.

    He smiled without breaking the kiss.

    He teased at her lips until they parted for his seeking tongue as his hips finally aligned with hers. He dipped the tip of a his darting tongue into her mouth at the same time as he found her wetness with his ready cock.

    He had planned to tease her, draw out the moment, but the combined sensation of her tongue meeting his and the slick readiness of her on him changed his mind. He needed to feel her fully.

    His tongue plunged deeply into he mouth and his cock buried into her with a single thrust. She met him in full measure, raising her hips to grind against his and grasping his head to crush her lips onto his, her legs tangled with his.

    There was nothing fake or half-hearted about how she clung and demanded, pressing every available inch of her skin to his. She was trying to consume him as much as he was trying the same for her.

    She was seeking more than an orgasm.

    She wanted him with her.

    It was a unique experience.

    He did his best to oblige, pressing into her, matching her, giving and taking, building and quickening.

    He broke the kiss only when he got dizzy for air. The rest of him keeping contact as he buried his face in her neck. The scent of her filled his head as he moved in her, with her.

    "Lex..." she gasped in his ear as he felt her tighten around him.

    "Yes..." he gasped back, moving faster as the edges of his vision shook and blurred.

    It came upon them at the same time, his vision went white as he burst in her and as she bathed him in new wetness.

    It was several moments later that he noticed the sharp pain in his shoulder.

    "Ow, what the..."

    "Sorry," he heard her mumble.

    Pulling back, and for the first time he saw her clearly.

    Her large green eyes were seated in a face with rounded checks and a slightly pointed chin with a delicate cleft. The flashing brightness of her short blonde hair was a tousled mop around her head. Something red and teal flashed through the gold strands. A butterfly?

    She was pretty, but not street-whistle beautiful.

    She wore a small, sheepish smile.

    "I may have bitten you...a little."

    He looked at the not-little bite mark on his shoulder.

    "Indeed you did."

    "Serves you right for making me late for work."

    He felt a smile quirk one side of his mouth. "A small price to pay."

    Her sheepish look melted into a heart-stopping smile and he had to revise his opinion of her. She wasn't pretty, she was gorgeous.

    As the memory faded, a single thought crossed his mind...I will find you.
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    Re: I Remember You (NC-17) (Updated 7/28/2014)

    I really enjoyed the start of this story. I can't wait until Lex finds her 'Chloe'.

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    I Remember You (NC-17) (Updated 8/4/2014) Chapter 2

    She was lying sprawled across a large rustic table. In a bikini. Her skin was dappled by flickering patterns of light and dark. The light coming through the large window filtered by the shifting leaves on the trees.

    Where the hell were they?

    Most of the room was lost except the girl, the table, and the light.

    She was on her back with her head rolled to the side towards him. From here, she was in beautiful profile. Her stomach flat, but her hips, thighs, and breasts beautifully rounded and full. It was the kind of figure that made a man's hands itch to caress each dip and curve.

    The bikini was black with white polka dots. He was riveted by the bright red bows on her hip and at the join of the top and strap.

    He had no idea why she was wearing a bikini as she stretched out atop a table, but he was fascinated watching her lay there.

    Her one hand rested quietly on her stomach, but the other teased her curly blonde hair.

    Curls today, huh?

    He paused at the thought, sensing another clue.

    Then she smiled, and he pushed the thought aside for later.

    For now, his mouth went dry, then wet.

    He suddenly and desperately wanted to taste her...

    "You said you wanted to eat in tonight..." she teased, still playing with her hair and smiling at him.

    He remembered the next part -- "I was referring to dinner."

    She smiled wider. "Me too."

    He was surprised by his own laughter. He almost never laughed. Laughter only happened when something caught you by surprise.

    He tried not to let that happen.

    Apparently it happened with her.

    He moved around the end of the table. She rolled her head to follow him when he reached her feet.

    He grasped a calf in each hand and pulled.

    She squeaked in an undignified way as she slid along the tabletop.

    He slid his hands up to her knees and pried her legs apart.

    He watched her to see if she would protest.

    She didn't say a word. Her chest was heaving with excitement, a bright necklace flashing with each fast rise of her breath.

    For a reason he couldn't explain that necklace bothered him, but he pushed the thought away.

    He leaned over her on the table and planted a dry kiss just below her navel. Then he circled the hollow with his tongue, dipping it in just to hear her shriek in tickly protest. Her hands pushed at his bare head, trying to force him and the tickley feeling away. He chuckled, but shifted to kissing a train down her stomach to the line of her bikini bottom. Her grasp shifted from pushing to pulling as he ran his lips over the skin just above the fabric.

    He skimmed his lips down over the fabric where it covered the core of her. He let his nose take in the scent of her arousal through the fabric.

    But he didn't touch her. He passed by and made his way to one of her curvy thighs over her protests. Kissing the pale skin, his hand skimmed down her leg to grasp the ankle. He drew the leg up until it rested against his shoulder, pointing straight up.

    Her breaths were coming fast now. He skimmed his lips across the quivering thigh one last time and over the bikini bottom once more. He paused to take in her scent again, burying his nose slightly into the stretchy fabric, before moving to the other thigh.

    She whimpered in frustration, but he ignored it, concentrating on kissing down her thigh again. As he had done with the first leg, his hand drifted down and found the ankle. She sensed he planned to match this leg to the first and tried to put her leg on his shoulder. He held her ankle firmly, restraining her. Only letting it straighten and rest with the first on his timetable.

    His kissed the calves resting on each shoulder as he lightly grasped her ankles. With aching slowness he let his hands slide down the length of her lovely, curvy legs and down to her hips with those delightful red bows. Even though the bows were strictly decorative, he grinned as he untied each one. Her hips came off the table in her impatience. He smiled with satisfaction as he hooked his fingers through the sides of the bikini bottom and began to draw it down from her hips. When the swatch of curls showed, he leaned forward to plant a kiss there quickly. He was gone before she could grasp and hold him in place. He continued to draw the bikini bottom off her, but now he was pulling it up, over the legs still resting on his shoulders. He had to adjust position slightly from his shoulder to get them off her ankles, but once free of the black and white fabric, he put her legs back. She was trying to shift her legs from his shoulders, but he held them firmly in place.

    "Lex..." she complained, shifting on her back.

    "You have such lovely breasts. Show them to me," he told her.

    Without hesitation, she leaned forward slightly, twisting her arms behind her back to reach the closure for the bikini top. With a pop, the top went loose and she quickly stripped it off.

    He hadn't been lying. She really did have lovely breasts.

    He began to draw small circles around the ankle bones of her legs where they rested on his shoulders.

    "Touch them for me."

    She began to draw small circles around her nipples, mimicking his motion on her ankles.

    Ah, she is a smart one, isn't she?

    He moved his hands to a deeper massage of her calves. Her hands moved in greater, firmer circles, working her breasts. As he applied more pressue, moving down her legs, he saw her actions shift from just mimicry of what he did to something she was enjoying in and of itself. She was now massaging and pulling at her breasts just for the sensation and not at his direction.

    When she was lost to it, he sharply pulled her legs from his shoulders and pressed them flat to the table, exposing her center completely.

    Her breath caught at the sudden change of position. She looked up at him wide-eyed.

    He held her gaze, searching. He wanted to see her recognize her vulnerability. He wanted her to know she was at his mercy. He wanted her to know HE was the one in power here.

    He expected to see a trace of fear at her exposed state.

    That isn't what he saw in her eyes. Desire, definitely. Certainly need. But not...surrender.

    Instead, she just seemed to be...waiting.

    That wasn't right. Even the women he fucked feared him.

    Why didn't she?

    Even more important...why didn't he want her to?

    He held her gaze as he loomed over her, slowly lowering his head to her shaking center.

    Was he a different man then? Was the Lex Luthor that had known this woman different from the one he was now? If so, how had he lost her?

    He ran his tongue deep along her cleft, letting her coat it with her sweet moisture. God, that taste of her was exquisite. He repeated the action, letting his tongue fold and drag along her, dipping just slightly into her entrance for more nectar. She cried out at the pleasurable invasion, her hands grasping her breasts. Withdrawing his tongue from the pulsing center of her, he rolled his tongue into a firm point to flick the sensitive nub at the top of her cleft. Her hips left the table with the intensity of the rush he gave her. He shifted to pin her hips down and her legs open with his elbows on her thighs.

    A cold thought invaded the hot memory.

    Was she dead?


    Was this woman that shook before him as he flicked her clit...Dead?

    The memory froze like he had hit the Pause button on a DVD.

    A trickle came through his consciousness...No...

    The memory resumed. He was wrapping his lips around her sweet clit and sucking as he pierced her body with slick fingers. Her head was rolling from side to side as she cried out in pleasure. Her hands now scrabbled at his bald head, trying to get more, More, MORE from him.

    God, she was so responsive.

    So if she wasn't dead where was she? How had she slipped away from him?

    She was screaming and her legs were shaking under his securing arms as the orgasm ripped through her.

    ******************************************

    Tonight's blonde also had green eyes, but they were surprisingly hard. She was more predatory than most. He saw her adding up the cost of everything in the loft the moment she came in the door.

    This one will expect a present for services rendered. That wasn't unusual, but he didn't encourage it. He would sometimes give the women that accompanied him to his various functions gifts, but not his one-night stands.

    Besides, tonight, she -- he thought her name was Lola -- would be the lucky one.

    He was going to dive head-first into her pussy and wouldn't come up for air until she too forgot her own name.

    *************************************

    He was back in the tiny apartment with Her.

    He indicated a designer labeled gift bag with pink tissue decoratively peeping from the top.

    She looked at him in consternation. "Lex, you have to stop buying me things."

    He just shrugged. He was rich, people expected him to buy them things even when they said not to.

    Almost as if she read his mind, she said. "I mean it. Stop trying to buy me."

    He almost believed she meant it, but he didn't deny her accusation. He bought people. It was what he did. So instead he changed tactics.

    "This one is for me as much as you."

    Her expression shifted from stern accusation to curiosity. She moved to the bag and began removing the tissue.

    She pulled out the black and gold lingerie. It was a corset style, but instead of ribbon ties, it had gold rings and open sides. The crotch was open, but fastened by more rings.

    Chloe looked at the five-thousand dollar construction with pure horror.

    Not the reaction he had been going for.

    Holding the black and gold corset aloft, she cocked an eyebrow at him. "You must be joking."

    "What? It's the hottest trend right now."

    "Does that matter?"

    "Of course."

    "Why?"

    "Because Lex Luthor only buys the best."

    Her face suffused with anger. "Not everything is about what you can buy, Lex! I'm not one of your floozies! Stop trying to make me one!"

    He surged to his feet, his anger rising to meet hers. Her jewelry box must hold $50k in jewelry by now, but she never wore any of it. Frankly, it pissed him off. He dropped his money to buy people that he could never respect every day. Why was it that the people he did respect spurned his money? How the fuck do you manage them if not by money?

    "Then tell me, what are you?"

    His yelled question shocked her. Her mouth worked like she was starting to answer, but then decided against her words. Finally she threw up her hands in defeat. "I don't know." Her arms dropped to her side, one hand still clutching the corset. She looked down at it in her hand, before raising it up by two fingers like it was something questionable and possibly vile. "But this? This isn't it." She threw the corset towards the gift bag and walked away.

    "Where the fuck do you think you're going? " he shouted after her.

    "To find myself."

    *********************************

    He woke up utterly confused and distinctly pissed off.

    What the hell was that?


    It was completely unlike the heated dreams that he normally had of her.

    In a fit of anger he tossed aside the covers and stalked from the bed.

    The hard-eyed blonde of earlier tonight didn't stir. He'd utterly exhausted her. She hadn't wanted to orgasm for him, which made him even more determined. He retaliated by making her come for hours.

    Lex Luthor didn't lose battles. Even ones here.

    So why did he feel like he was on the losing end of a battle with the memory woman?

    He couldn't pit himself back against Her, so he would fight back the only way he could.

    He marched to the hidden wall safe and spun in the combination. Inside rested a blue velvet box. The cascading diamond necklace inside was intended for Odette, his date for the symphony on Saturday. He removed it from the box and made his way back to the blonde in his bed. He draped the necklace over her exposed collarbones where she slept. She woke instantly as the cool metal and gems touched her flesh. Her hand snapped up to rest on the necklace at her throat. Her eyes were still hard as she pulled it away from her skin and held it up for inspection.

    When she saw the extraordinary scale and quality of the piece, her eyes lost their hardness and met his in shock.

    He smiled without humor. This one understood what the necklace was worth.

    Her eyes turned calculating as she clasped the necklace on. When she pushed him back onto the bed, he also knew this one at least understood what was the appropriate return for such a gift.

    He would let her thank him...repeatedly.

    *********************************

    "Oh." Her voice held no joy. "Thank you, Lex. It is very... pretty," the memory girl told him as he let Lola stroke his cock to life.

    Pretty? He thought in confusion for a moment, before realizing he had slipped into another memory.

    He saw it now, the ten-thousand-dollar necklace he had given her. The ruby was flawless, circled by twinkling diamonds. It was way more than pretty.

    "You don't like it," he'd said to her flatly.

    "No, it's just... I don't need... things."

    What the hell did that mean? You bought women gifts. It was part of the expectations. It was how you set...boundaries.

    Why didn't she understand that?

    He cut off the ungrateful memory, and focused on the comprehending girl before him.

    Dammit! He would be properly thanked this time.

    ************************************

    He knew that for all the vigor she displayed, Lola didn't enjoy what she did for him at all.

    He decided to bask in her hatred instead. He made a point of taking her in ways he thought she would hate, but would pretend to enjoy.

    She wanted that necklace, and understood this to be the cost.

    It was a perfect tit-for-tat.

    She cried out with faked abandon when he pinned her under him, her pussy dry and lax. He bathed in the cold glow of her eyes, when he pushed into her unresponsive body. "You want to do this, don't you?" he asked into her throat by the necklace clasp. She nodded yes.

    He sensed how she wished to clamp down her jaws on his cock when he made her suck it after using it on her unmoved body. "You can stop, if you want," he told her. He was holding her eyes, but letting a finger trace the gems at her throat. She redoubled her efforts on him.

    His favorite moment, though, was when he lubed her asshole for his penetration. She was on her hands and knees, exposed to him. He circled her tight asshole with a lubed finger. "Tell me if you want this. I won't if you tell me not to."

    Her head turned to look back at him. He lowered his gaze to where the necklace hung from her.

    Her every muscle was rigid with distaste, but she pressed back into his hand.

    His intention wasn't to cause this blonde pain, it was just retaliation for what that memory she had rejected.

    That didn't mean he didn't enjoy her pain anyway.

    ****************************

    When hard-eyed Lola left with the sparkling necklace around her throat, Lex considered it a well-done transaction.

    That was how it was supposed to happen.

    You presented a gift to set the boundaries.

    You do not humor Lex Luthor when he gives a gift.

    That implies that he wasn't the one with the power.

    He was always the one with the power.

    Even with Her.

    ********************************

    He had guessed for some time that the flashes, or memories, or whatever-the-fuck-they-were had no time order. The events were too disparate to be chronological. He was almost shocked from his slumber when his dream that night was directly connected to a previous sending.

    **************************

    "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he shouted after her.

    "To find myself."

    He stopped. What the fuck did that mean? Throwing his hands in the air, he gave up. He went over to the corset and put it inside the bag. He picked up his coat and had just turned the knob when he heard her accusing voice behind him.

    "Where the hell are you going?"

    He turned toward her, "Look, obviously..."

    His words trailed off when he saw her.

    She was wearing a red lace babydoll. The top had her fantastic breasts pushed up and overflowing. The floaty lace hem danced around the tops of her thighs, playing peekaboo with a matching lace panty underneath.

    She looked amazing.

    She looked like herself.

    He hated being wrong, hating being one-upped.

    But he loved the way she looked in that red lace babydoll.

    He let the door fall shut as his fingers left the knob.

    Finally he answered her question. "Nowhere."

    *************************

    The dream of the night before left him confused.

    It felt like he backed down, something he normally didn't do.

    But unlike the first flash, he didn't feel like he had lost.

    Was he pussy-whipped by a fantasy?

    No.

    She was real.

    She had to be real.

    He needed to find proof.

    Because if could prove she was real, he could discover what this power she still held over him was.

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    So glad you are liking this! Took me forever to be able to post it!

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    I love this more please......
    "Everyone seems normal until you get to know them. "

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    Wonder why Chloe's image never popped up in his research to his past. Guessing when she erased herself when she went with the suicide squad, it took care of that. Wonder how he'll react if he sees her on Oliver's arm. I really like the idea of Chloe bleeding through the memory wipe.

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    I Remember You (NC-17) (Updated 8/8/2014) Chapter 3

    "We'll be caught, Lex," she said, but that didn't stop her from stripping off her jacket.

    "No. We won't." He was already working on her blouse buttons. "I'm the boss, remember? I said I was not to be disturbed. That I had to chastise an employee."

    "What?!" she reared back from him.

    He smiled with wicked humor. "It's to be expected of me. Dragging you up here to ream you out. I'm evil, remember?"

    He meant it teasingly, but her green eyes turned deep. She raised a hand to his face, pleadingly. "Lex, don't do that. Don't become your father. Don't let yourself be consumed by games, power, and obsession."

    "I will never be like my father."

    It was true.

    He would be greater.

    No one would remember Lionel Luthor in ten years, but the name Lex Luthor would echo for centuries.

    But right now, the echo he most wanted to hear was her calling his name as it bounced off the walls.

    Breaking contact with her searching eyes, he shifted to undo the button of her pants. Pants. Why did she insist on wearing pants so often?

    No pants allowed next time...

    She must have given up on whatever impression she was trying to make, because she began pulling at his tie.

    He finally got the awful pants open and pushed them down her hips to join the matching jacket on the floor. She dragged the tie off over his head and threw it down on top of her own clothes. He slid out of the tailored designer jacket as her fingers began working their way down his shirt buttons.

    Despite what he said, they had a limited amount of time before someone would come looking for him. One of the drawbacks of being a corporate god were all his worshipers.

    Speaking of worship...

    She looked distinctly naughty standing there in her open blouse with peeping blue bra and panties.

    In an office...

    He didn't recognize the setting, but it was clearly an office going by the glass-top desk with computer, phone, and other accoutrements. A large swivel chair was neatly tucked under the desk with an enormous window behind. Unfortunately, the view from the window was obscured, not giving him any reference points.

    He turned his attention back to Her. She had her bottom lip held in her teeth as she worked his shirt buttons. The fabric was crisp and not yielding to her easily, but she was nothing if not determined.

    Such determination deserved a reward.

    Reaching around her, he grasped her rounded ass and lifted her onto the edge of the desk. She gasped as her bare thighs hit to cool glass top, her hands tightly gripping his half-open shirt. She would leave it terribly creased.

    He didn't give a damn.

    He moved to stand between her open legs, running his hands up her thighs to that intriguing place where leg met hip. He traced the line of her skin at the join where the pale blue panties rested. His thumbs leading the way up and then back down, the fingers drawing closer together as he neared where her thighs joined that tight wet place. He couldn't drag his eyes away from the place where the light blue fabric was slightly darker.

    God, she was always so incredibly wet for him. So ready for him. So eager for him.

    He couldn't even remember all the women he had slept with, in fact, he didn't even try. Instinctively, he knew none were like her. None were ever so completely THERE as she was. Everything about her was part of it. She wasn't cataloging what to do at work, she wasn't wondering what he would buy her next, she wasn't planning their wedding.

    When she was fucking him, that was everything in those moments.

    He let his thumbs slide under the wet fabric and over the slick lips underneath, tracing up and down as she shivered.

    He was contemplating his next move when his mind went blank. She was scraping his bare head with her teeth. His scalp was incredibly sensitive and the pressure of her sharp teeth was sending incredible pulses straight down his spine and around to his groin.

    Holy fuck...

    When she shifted to licking the sensitive skin, his mind cleared enough for him to remember what he had been doing. One thumb shifted a slick fold aside, exposing the hard nub of her clit. He felt her gasping breath ghost over his scalp when his thumb inscribed three fast circles. Then changing direction, he did three slow circles. Her hips squirmed, and he switched direction again doing three more fast.

    Fast, slow, fast, slow, fast, slow.

    He felt her body tightening and he breath seizing as it puffed against his head. When he felt her body go into lock, he stopped.

    "God damn you, Lex!! I swear if you don't --"

    Her words stopped instantly when he pushed his cock into her.

    He had her so lost in the rhythm on her clit, she hadn't noticed one hand had moved to open his belt and slacks.

    Her light blue panties were pushed to the side as he sank into her again and again, burying deep. She wrapped those wonderful, strong legs around his waist as she rolled her hips on the edge of the desk, meeting him thrust for thrust.

    Her breath now panted in his ear. "Yes..Yes...Lex..."

    It didn't take long for her body to start tightening around his again as the denied orgasm returned in stronger force. He shifted the angle of his penetration to scrape that special spot inside her.

    That did it.

    He swallowed her scream with a hard, grinding kiss as her nails raked his head.

    The intense pulsing and squeezing of her around him sent him over the edge after her.

    He was glad the office was soundproofed.

    ***********************************


    "Who is Chloe?"

    He pulled out of the girl, making sure to keep a firm hold of the condom. Rolling to the side of the bed, he carefully stripped the rubber and deposited it into the one-way trashcan.

    She was talking at him, he realized a moment later. He turned to face her, frowning. "What?"

    "Who is Chloe?"

    He frowned at her. "What do you mean?"

    She was playing with a strand of her curly blonde hair, twirling it around a finger in what she probably thought was a coquettish way. "Well, you cried out her name when you...you know."

    Crap, had he called her the wrong name? He generally avoided names. Though this one had been better than most in the sack. He might invite her back. Best to try to smooth it over.

    "I'm sure you misheard..." Crap! He really didn't know her name. Katie? Kathy? Candy?

    She frowned in annoyance, showing surprising insight. "Cadence."

    He was well and truly caught. Best to cut his losses. "Cadence. Right." He got up from the bed, grabbing a dark blue silk robe from the poster and slipping it on. "My man is waiting outside the door. After you've collected your things, he will see you out and make sure you get back to your home safely. Thank you for a lovely evening."

    He heard her sputtering.

    He paused outside the bathroom door and turned back to face her. "Chloe, you said?"

    "Yes!" she spat the word at him.

    "Interesting."

    Chloe.

    Could that be her name?

    That voice in his subconscious answered.

    Yes...

    ******************************

    Chloe.

    Chloe.

    Chloe.


    He let the name roll around his mind as he stood under the shower jets. He hadn't bothered to turn on any of the lights in the bathroom, choosing instead to bathe by the ambient light of the night-time city coming through the window. Sliding his eyes closed, he conjured her face from his visions and fit it with the name.

    Chloe...

    Yes. It worked.

    Her name was Chloe.

    His hand shot out to stabilize him against the wall as another vision hit him.

    His eyes opened, but he wasn't in the bathroom any longer.

    The vision was unlike any of the others. He knew it for the past and he knew it was about Her -- Chloe -- but she wasn't there.

    Her name echoed in his thoughts as the vision took over.

    ******************************

    It caught his attention.

    He wasn't really sure why, but it did.

    The brilliant red and teal wings glistened and sparkled with an iridescent sheen in the bright sunlight.

    He paused at the woman's small booth to get a better look at the beautiful hair clip.

    The booth had a sign that proclaimed she was selling to benefit something called the "Midwest Butterfly Conservatory."

    He pointed at the hair clip. "Let me see that one."

    The woman happily opened the case and presented him with the brilliantly colored ornament. "It is made from real butterfly wings from one of the breeds protected by the conservatory - the Teal-Flanged Scarlettrope. They are very short-lived, but have excessively beautiful wings. We use the sale of the wings of the passed to pay for breeding programs for the species."

    Freed from the case, he could see the beautiful translucence of the wings. The teal streaks sparkled through the deep red base color when it hit the light just so. The wings had been limed in silver and attached to a hair clip to protect them.

    He though the red and teal would look brilliantly beautiful against her blonde hair.

    "How much?"

    "Fifty dollars."

    He paused and stared hard at the woman.

    She shifted uncomfortably, then spoke again. "Twenty dollars."

    He pulled out his wallet and selected a hundred-dollar bill. He held it out to the woman who looked at it in puzzlement.

    "I'm not sure I can break that, Mr Luthor."

    He smiled without humor. "Good, so you do know who I am. Take the money for the hair clip and have a necklace made and sent to my Metropolis office when you can."

    Taking the money, she replied, "Yes, Mr Luthor."

    **************

    It can't be there, he thought. No chance.

    So why was he out in the middle of the night, pressing his driver to get him to the old Luthorcorp building so fast? When the car pulled up in front of the former headquarters, which now housed mostly documents, he raced inside while the driver was still getting out of the car. He waited impatiently for the express elevator. When the doors opened on the former penthouse office level, he bee-lined for the hidden wall safe in the executive suite.

    He held his breath as he spun in the combination.

    His pent-up breath released explosively when he saw the white box. He already knew what it held even as he lifted the lid to reveal...

    A beautiful red-and-teal butterfly wing necklace.

    She was real.

    Chloe was real.

    *********************************
    He didn't know how long he stood there, holding the butterfly wing necklace up to the lights of the Metropolis night, when another vital clue from his earlier vision struck him.

    "I'm the boss, remember? I said I was not to be disturbed. That I had to chastise an employee."

    An employee.

    How had he missed that clue?

    Maybe because you were too caught up in knowing her name...

    A name that mattered.

    Chloe.

    Chloe had worked for him.

    ********************************

    He called Gina. All of his assistants were named Gina... even when they weren't. He'd given up on trying to remember their actual names. They came and went too quickly.

    Maybe I should stop fucking them...

    They invariably thought that if they warmed his bed for a night or two they were owed something beyond being his assistant.

    He told them in no uncertain terms they were wrong. That was usually the point when he had to find a new "Gina." He wasn't really sure why he had chosen that particular name for them, but it worked well enough.

    "Yes, Mr Luthor?" current Gina asked. Her voice gave no indication that she was in the least disturbed by the 4am call.

    "I need the employment records for all Luthorcorp holdings for the 8 years previous to my...leaving sent to my computer."

    The phone was silent for a moment, then Gina tentatively spoke, "Mr Luthor, that is a huge amount of data. Is there any way to narrow your request?"

    Chloe. That was all he knew, but he couldn't tell Gina even that much.

    "Just see if done."

    "Yes, Mr Luthor."

    "Also get me information about the Midwest Butterfly Conservatory."

    A surprised pause.

    "Ummm, yes, sir. Of course."

    Hanging up with Gina, he grasped the necklace in a loose but firm grip and turned away from the window. The lights from the city night sent a thousand bright reflections across the room. A tickle in his mind told him he knew this room.

    Realization slammed into him like a load of bricks. He was in the executive office of Luthorcorp from his lost years.

    Was this the office where he had Chloe on the desk?

    Spinning, he found the edge of a desk peeping out from under boxes of records. Pushing some of the burying boxes back, her exposed a larger section of the sleek glass top. He flattened his palm on the cool surface.

    He was getting closer.

    He was getting closer to Chloe.

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    Re: I Remember You (NC-17) (Updated 8/8/2014) Chapter 3

    Yes he is remembering. Great update.
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    so glad that lex is starting to remember.can't wait to see what happens nexted.

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    I Remember You (NC-17) (Updated 8/12/2014) Chapter 4

    Eveything was fuzzy except for the blue door and the upbeat music. He turned the knob and it opened, letting the words of the happy music filter out. He walked inside. He was back in that tiny colorful apartment.

    He heard her singing in the other room.

    Badly.

    You've got the music in you
    Don't let go
    You've got the music in you
    One dance left
    This world is gonna pull through
    Don't give up
    You've got a reason to live
    Can't forget
    We only get what we give


    She must have been cleaning, judging by the spray bottle of electric blue fluid that was currently serving as a microphone. Her other hand was spinning a dirty cloth over her head. She was wearing a cute set of patterned cotton pj's and gyrating her hips with the music.

    She wasn't facing him, and must not have heard him enter over the music and her terribly off-key singing.

    He had perfect pitch of course, but he was never this joyful. She looked young and happy and completely free as she belted out the upbeat lyrics.

    She swung around in a flaring twirl and stopped when she saw him standing there.

    His face felt tight. It took him a moment to realize he was smiling.

    Not his usual sardonic smile, but a real smile.

    For a moment he was baffled. Why was this girl singing and dancing around in her pj's something that made him smile?

    The answer came swiftly.

    Because it was her.

    Seeing she was caught red-handed, she tried to make her hold on the bottle and rag seem nonchalant.

    "Lex. I was..."

    "Cleaning?" he volunteered.

    She knew she was well and truly caught. Instead of looking shamefaced, she smiled and held up the rag and cleaning fluid. "Yup. Cleaning."

    "I didn't realize that cleaning involved so much dance. I'll have to keep a better eye on the maids," he drawled as he slowly walked through the bedroom doorway.

    She nodded with finality. "Yup. Only way to do it. Every Disney movie ever made taught us that."

    "Can't say I've ever seen many. My father thinks all that love and sharing makes one weak."

    She just shook her head.

    His face was still quirked in a smile. "Though the interpretive dance was definitely something to see."

    "What? You dance."

    "Ballroom only. It was a skill my father deemed essential if I was to mingle with the other power players."

    "But you go to clubs all the time..."

    "Only to be seen. Not to dance."

    She just shook her head again. "Then I'm afraid I have nothing further to offer."

    She blew a piece of blonde hair from her face where it had fallen over one eye. Her pj's were modest, but couldn't hide the shapely young body inside. Her face was flushed with her dancing and joy.

    She looked stunningly beautiful.

    His smile turned feral. He found himself stalking towards her. "I wouldn't say that."

    Reaching her, he seized her wrist and pulled her to him. "You can just keep on... dancing."

    He took her lips with his and kissed her intently, fully, deeply. His hands began wandering over her body through the soft old cotton of her pj's.

    He heard a thump and guessed it was the cleaning fluid dropping from her grasp. His guess was confirmed a second later when he felt her grip the lapels of his jacket in her now-free hands.

    Most of his visions jumped right to the sex. It was nice to have one that took the time to explore her mouth.

    His lips shaped around hers, feeling the soft give. Her lips were dry and full, but inside her mouth he knew there was moist heat. He traced the seam of her mouth with his tongue, seeking entry into the moist warmth. Her lips parted and he delved inside with teasing flicks.

    She moaned in the back of her throat and pressed her body insistently against his. He felt her pushing at the coat he wore, and allowed her to slide it off him.

    He continued to tease her mouth with alternating exploratory kisses and quick delves of his tongue. He wouldn't rush today. For once he would have her at his leisure. His hands roamed and fitted themselves over all the intriguing curves and dips of her body, but he left her clothes in place, taunting them both.

    She seemed unable to share his unusual restraint. She was working her way down the buttons of his shirt, her hands surprisingly nimble. He remembered her struggling with his crisp shirts.

    She must have more practice at this point.

    Once all the tricky little buttons were all open, she pushed aside the open front to expose the bare skin of his smooth chest. Her hands flattened themselves against the smooth, lean muscle. She broke the kiss and watched with rapt interest as her hands moved up and over his shoulders, pushing his shirt back as they went.

    He quickly released his hold on her body to undo the buttons at his cuffs before his hands could become trapped. She might enjoy having him at a disadvantage, but he wasn't willing to give up his freedom of motion.

    He timed it well, releasing the second cuff just as the shirt was moving down his arms. It dropped to the floor with a soft plop.

    He reached around and planted his hands on her hips, driving her backward towards the bed.

    "Oh, not the bed, Lex. It doesn't have any sheets down."

    "What?" He looked around her and saw that she was right. The bed was completely stripped. All the bedding was in a heap near their feet.

    "I was going to take it down to the wash..."

    "Well, we aren't planning on sleeping, so we don't need sheets." He began pressing her backward again.

    "No, Lex, I..."

    He pressed his lips down on hers hard. He had a plan. Nothing as petty as proper bedding was going to throw it off. He pressed her back, even as she resisted.

    Suddenly the world went topsy turvy. He found an awkward "Oof!" springing from his lips as he collapsed onto the pile of bedding.

    "What the --" He looked up at her. She was grinning triumphantly. "Did you just...trip me?" he asked incredulously.

    "Yup." She was beaming down at him.

    He tried not to be irritated that she had, quite literally, outmaneuvered him. "I'm impressed. Not many people can do that to me." He tried to look composed, as if he wanted to be on the floor on top of a mound of dirty bedding.

    Still smiling at her victory, she dropped to her knees in front of where he was sprawled on the pile of sheets and blankets. He found his irritation slipping away at her obvious delight. He felt his treacherous lips quirking into a smile against his will. He adjusted his position so he was more reclining than tumbled.

    Still smiling, she removed first one of his shoes, then the other. He had no idea why, but he found that extremely erotic. Maybe because it seemed so... intimate.

    No. Don't be foolish. It's just shoes.

    Next she peeled off his socks, and catching his eye, jauntily threw them over her shoulder.

    He had no idea why, but he laughed.

    Why was that funny? Why did I laugh...then or now?


    It was Her. She somehow managed to pull him into the joke with her.

    Her smile was very different when she began sliding her hands up his slacks covered legs. One of her hands pressed firmly into each of his legs as her hands made their ascent. He keep his own hands quiet at his sides, watching her. He found himself fascinated by the sparkling fires in her eyes as they held his. As she moved up, she had to lean forward on her knees over him. She was short and he wasn't, so she ran out of arm before he ran out of leg.

    She really was short, wasn't she?

    He filed that away as another clue. He hasn't quite realized it before. She was so consuming in his thoughts, that he hadn't picked up that her physical stature was quite petite.

    She scooted forward on her knees, between his open legs. Her hands now resumed their journey up his thighs to the bulge in the front of his designer slacks. He watched intently to see what she would do. She began chewing her bottom lip unconsciously. To him, it was as clear a signal of her arousal as the hard bulge in his pants was for him. Her hands became softer as they reached the tops of his legs and skirted around the tenting material.

    Everything about her bespoke her lust. For him. Not his money. Now what he could do for her. Not even for the orgasms he could bring her. She wanted him. She wanted his body with hers. The hairless freak, but she wanted him.

    How... extraordinary.

    Holding his eyes, she continued ghosting her hands up his chest. As she moved across his abs, a shivery, tickley feeling ran up his spine and he found his back arched. His motion had the fortunate affect of pressing his tenting crotch into the warm suppleness of her chest.

    She really did have the most wonderful breasts. He should be seeing them about now.

    Lifting his hands from his sides, he moved them to her waist, where the bottom of her pj top rested. He began dragging up the soft material. She paused long enough in her tactile exploration of his chest to allow him to pull the top off over her head.

    Once the top was gone, she continued to explore his stomach and chest with searching hands, and when her head came down...with her warm tongue. She ran her tongue from the line of his slacks up to his navel, trailing moist fire. Her movements caused her now-bare breasts to shift and move across his still-covered, but ready, groin.

    Tucked as she was between his legs, she was somewhat trapped. As she continued to work her way up his body, she realized this. She began to alter her position. "Close your legs, Lex."

    His turn for a power play. He smiled. "No."

    "No?"

    "You dropped me like this. If you want me to alter your poor placement, I deserve something in return."

    She looked at him suspiciously. "I already took off my top."

    "Mine went first," he pointed out logically.

    "Ah, I see." She smiled with a fascinating mixture of humor and wickedness. Leaning back on her heels, she hooked her thumbs over the waistband of her pj bottoms and began pushing them down her hips.

    His cock gave an appreciative twitch inside his boxer briefs.

    When her pj bottoms hit her knees, she leaned forward onto all fours to shift them down and then kicked them away.

    She looked at him significantly. He smiled and obediently closed his legs so she could straddle the outside.

    Naked Chloe straddling him was something to be appreciated. Today her short hair was in messy, wavy chunks, making her look slightly rakish. Her beautiful breasts with their pert nipples were on display for him. Her small waist and wonderfully flaring hips had him fighting not to grab.

    But it was apparent she had something in mind, and he was curious.

    She moved forward on her knees until she was above his still-covered crotch. Holding his eyes, she let herself rest back on her heels over him, so she was directly over his cock. If his clothes weren't in the way, he would be buried inside her. Seeing the wicked gleam in her gaze, he pulsed his hips up.

    She gasped.

    He smiled. Two could play her game and he had infinitely more experience.

    He thought at that point she might shift back so she could undo his blocking slacks and boxer-briefs, but she didn't. Instead she began crawling up his body.

    Was she..?

    When she was straddling his chest, she looked down at him. "You said I should 'just keep on dancing.' Want to make me dance, Lex?"

    In reply, he grasped her hips hard and dragged her up to his mouth. She squeaked as she tumbled over his shoulders, her hands hitting the bedding above his head.

    She may have laid out the game, but he was an expert player. While she was still trying to regain her balance, he had her just where he wanted her. He dragged his tongue from the base of the the hot cleft of her up to the top in one slow, long, lick. She froze for a moment, before he heard a deep moan issue from her mouth. He repeated the move, but this time he took a moment to bury his nose in her wonderful scent. Chloe stopped trying to find a new position, holding still on all fours with him between her legs, ministering to her sex. Freeing one of his hands, he used it to open her folds and reveal the swollen bud. With his next tongue stroke, he paused at the top to flick and tease. Chloe pressed her hips down onto his tongue. He left the bud, and returned to the source of the warm nectar coming from her. He dipped his tongue in again and again, lapping at her. Chloe was panting and issuing sharp noises of pleasure as he worked, shifting her hips to meet his tongue. He wished he could see her breasts move with her, but they were above his vision with her on all fours. He left the cleft and moved back to the bud, giving it a single hard flick.

    "Sit up. I want to watch you."

    Pressing her knees more firmly into the bedding on either side of his head, she sat up. He now had a view straight up her body from the heated core of her, across her stomach, to her wonderful breasts, up the column of her throat to her face with its heavy-lidded green gaze.

    He held still for a moment taking her in.

    "You gonna move, Luthor, or what?"

    He let his tongue do the talking and dragged it along her again, giving the bud at the top a quick flick. He shifted to swirling circles around the bud as he maneuvered his hand into to position. Her hips were moving circularly with his tongue, trying to increase his pressure. He changed to up and down pulses and when her hips moved to match the new rhythm, he was in place. His finger sank deep into the wet cleft as she pushed down. She gasped in surprise and pleasure, before restarting her motion on him. He increased the speed of both his tongue and his finger plunging into her. He kept his eyes open as she moved on him, so he could watch her breasts bounce and her head thrown back as she cried out. He sensed she was nearing the edge. Time to push her over. He changed his tongue motions to a chaotic flicking, twisting, and pulsing in no specific direction, his finger twisting and pressing into her.

    She let out a single sharp cry at the complex, warring sensations, riding him in frantic rhythm. He felt her legs tighten around his head, and the limited air he was allowing himself smelled of her, as he mercilessly worked her.

    He felt when her her body locked, then shuddered as she screamed out her release, a new wave of nectar hitting his mouth.

    He loved watching her dance.

    Only after she had collapsed forward back onto all fours did he release her clit with a pop and withdraw his hand.

    She lifted off of him and made as if to snuggle against him.

    Oh no. Not a chance.

    Holding her eyes, he very deliberately reached down and he undid his belt slowly, significantly, letting the buckle clink. He watched the sleepy satisfaction fade from her eyes to be replaced by a new lust. She shifted down his body and watched as he undid the button and fly of his slacks, but did not touch him. He paused, waiting for her to take over, but she didn't move, just flicked her eyes up to his and back down again.

    Lifting his hips he pushed the slacks down as best he could, but could only get them to his thighs. He gave up and moved to the waistband of his boxer-briefs and carefully pulled them down. His straining cock sprang out and he released a sigh of relief. Lifting his hips again, he slid down the boxers to catch with the slacks around his thighs.

    Finally Chloe moved, holding his eyes, she reached out a hand and wrapped it firmly around his hard member. He gasped. He had been waiting for that for what felt like forever. Leaning forward she loosened her grip enough that she could give him a single long wet lick from the base to the tip, flicking the end.

    She was using his own moves against him. He would have laughed if he wasn't so awash in lust.

    His head dropped back onto the bedding. She repeated the move and when a bead of pre-come appeared at the tip, she used her finger to roll it around the tip of his cock in the way he had rolled her clit. As her thumb moved away, he felt a silken warm wetness move over the head. He looked down at the exceedingly erotic sight of her green eyes holding his as her mouth moved down his cock. His head dropped back. If he kept watching, he would shoot his load much too soon, and he wanted this to go on forever.

    That warm silky wetness continued to slide down him, and once it encompassed him, he could feel her tongue bathing him inside that hot warmth. His hands gripped the bedding below him as he fought to restrain his hips. He desperately wanted to thrust, but he knew that most women didn't appreciate that. So he fought to hold still while Chloe pulled and sucked and drove him mad. He felt pressure build behind his eyes and knew he was getting close. He grabbed her hair, halting her movements. Oh God, he had looked at her again. She was there with mouth full of his cock...but he wanted to be inside her.

    "Chloe, stop."

    Seeing she understood, he released his grip on her hair. She dragged her mouth off him with a wet pop much like he had. He switched his grip to one of her wrists and tugged upward. Again, she understood perfectly and he released his grip on her. She climbed across him, straddling his hips. With a mind of its own, his cock was upthrust, seeking her. She used her hand to guide it into her. As she slowly slid down onto him, he heard his own groan echoed by her.

    God, she was so tight.

    She began moving up and down on him. He let his head drop back again to the bedding and closed his eyes, concentrating on the exquisite feel of her on him. After a a few moments though, her motions became ragged. He expected she was tiring.

    I should exercise her like this more.

    "Move your legs, so your feet are flat on the floor. You'll have better leverage," he advised.

    Looking at him questioningly, she complied. She was now crouched over him, with him buried inside. Experimentally, she lifted up, pressing her feet into the floor and let gravity carry her back down. Deeper, harder, than before. He also knew that the new angle would have him rubbing that special place inside her with each stroke.

    "Holy crap!" she exclaimed at the altered sensation.

    He smiled wickedly. Sex was his forte, and he loved bringing it to her.

    She closed her eyes to focus on the sensations. He kept his open, watching her face. Slowly at first, then with increased speed she lifted and fell onto him. Catching her rhythm he raised his hips to meet her as she crashed down onto him. He may have told her how, but now it was all her. It was her directing their coupling with her movements, and him rising to match. Up and down, up and down, her body grasping and pulling at him. Demanding more and more. She was so slick that she slid on him easily, though her body held tight, pressing on him. He could feel each time he dragged across that spot inside her that sent a new cry from her, her mouth opening on a wordless sound of pleasure.

    Her eyes were scrunched tight and her mouth panting as he felt the pressure building in her.

    "Lex..." she gasped as she hovered on the edge. He felt the pressure between his own eyes as he lifted his hips higher and higher to meet hers. Her body was pulling, dragging, pressing on his, demanding. She needed more from him. He had to give it to her. He was unable to do otherwise. With her next movement, he twisted his hips just slightly so he pressed even more firmly against that special spot inside her. That did it. The tension in her snapped and sent rippling shudders through her entire body, especially where it met his. Her teeth were bared, her eyes scrunched tight, her neck a corded column as she threw her head back and screamed as her body went mad. She looked like a wild animal, something dangerous and unreasoning. Her body riding his in frantic, sloppy bounces as she came over and over. He tried to hold back, but watching her come was so overpowering, that he found himself falling over the blinding precipice with her. They crashed together over and over as each pulse set the other off. She was screaming and sobbing his name as her body shuddered beyond her control, and he gritted his back teeth together so hard he thought they might crack as he poured into her.

    ********************************

    Returning to himself partly, Lex knew there had been something different, something wrong about the encounter he just witnessed. He wasn't entirely sure what it was, but his senses were flashing danger signals at a rate that should indicate imminent nuclear meltdown.

    Was it the strange way he had focused on her? Usually the women he bedded were just vehicles for his own lust. Making them come just part of the sport of sex. But this was different. His completion had been tied to hers. Watching her lose herself to the orgasm he gave her had been intrinsic to his own release.

    Even now, as he saw it replay in his head, it wasn't his own orgasm, blinding as it was, that he focused on. It was hers. Watching her completely and utterly give herself over to the pleasure of him had... done something to him.

    He had never witnessed anything so raw and powerful in his life.

    Either of them.

    And it was because of him. Because he had... given up control.

    No.

    No, that can't be right. He would never do that. Not now. Not then. But as he continued watching the memory, uneasiness gripped low in his belly.

    She carefully lifted herself from him after a time, and he felt an echo of loss at leaving her body.

    Giggling, she finally acted to remove the crumpled slacks and boxer briefs from around his thighs. Then he watched as she curled against him on the pile of bedding on the floor.

    He kept waiting for the vision to end, but they just lay there. She curled against him with one small hand resting on his bare chest. His arm around her shoulders, idly playing with a stand of silky, disheveled hair. They were talking, but he couldn't make out the words.

    Why did he feel intrusive watching this?

    He never had any qualms about privacy. Every single building he owned had surveillance equipment. Unbeknownst to them, many of the homes of his allies and rivals had the same. And for a handful of very special individuals... their own eyes were his spies.

    So why was he so conflicted by this memory? Why did he feel like he should turn away? Even more disturbing... why did he long for this to be him?

    Not memory him. Now him.

    The sex was over, so why did he still... want?

    That unease in his belly was turning into a cold lump when the voices suddenly became clear.

    *******************************

    "I have something for you," he whispered into her ear.

    She sat up angrily, pulling at the sheets under them to try to cover herself. He didn't move, keeping the sheets pinned down by his sprawled body.

    "Damn it, Lex! What the hell is wrong with you? Stop trying to buy me. Just. Stop. Buying. Me. Stuff. I already told you--"

    He put his hand over her mouth, stopping the torrent of words.

    Her eyes over his hand were shocked. She couldn't believe that he had physically stopped her words.

    He smiled at the victory. "If you would get off your high horse for a moment, you might like to know that wasn't my intention."

    Her mouth flapped.

    She was at a loss for words. How unexpectedly wonderful.

    "I saw this at the stall of a vendor outside The Planet and it just..."

    He suddenly realized the flaw in his plan. Yes, he had proven her wrong. He could get something without it being a way for him to buy her, but that left him open. It gave away critical knowledge that he thought of her even when she wasn't around. Letting her know she had that power could give her an edge. Seeing her curious look, he weighed the risk and reward. She would know that she was in his thoughts, but she would also know that he could catch her unawares. That would keep her off balance.

    Then there was the way she was looking at him now. Curious, excited.

    $50k in designer jewelry and not once had she looked so eager.

    Frustrating woman.

    Reaching for his jacket where it was tossed on the floor, he pulled the crumpled butterfly patterned paper bag from his pocket and handed it to her.

    She looked at it curiously from all sides before raising an eyebrow at him.

    He knew what that look meant instantly. She was surprised by the lack of designer logo and heavy stock bag. Surprised and...interested.

    With a lot of crinkling, she pulled out the plain white box. She flashed a look at him again, but was much too curious by now to pay him any more attention.

    He felt suddenly nervous.

    That was ridiculous. He hadn't been nervous with a woman since...ever.

    What if she didn't like it? What if he had tipped his hand for nothing?

    She popped the top of the box and gasped with shock and delight. Her eyes were wide with wonder as she took the clip off the small piece of batting in the box. Unaware of her nakedness, she stood, letting the bag and the pieces of the cheap box fall as she held the clip to the light.

    The sunlight shone through the red and sparkling teal of the butterfly wings. She held the hair clip like she expected it to take flight.

    "Oh, Lex....it's..." She tilted the clip in the light, making the wings flash.

    She looked radiant in her joy.

    "Beautiful." Looking up at her from where he still reclined on the piled sheets, he wasn't sure if he was completing her sentence about the clip or speaking of her.

    He really didn't care.

    It was a victory.

    Oddly, that didn't seem to matter much either right now. The words started from him before he realized, painful as they were.

    "I saw it and thought of you."

    His chest was tight. The words were dragged from him, but the ones he held back were even more painful.

    ***************************************

    Suddenly he knew. He knew what he had been fighting against. He knew the cold lump in his belly was fear. He knew why he was so uneasy looking at the scene.

    He had let himself become vulnerable, exposed. Vulnerability was anathema to Luthors, yet she had somehow managed to subvert his defenses leaving a gaping hole in his armor.

    How had it happened?

    *****************************************

    He woke screaming, clutching his head.

    "NO! Get out of my head! Get out! Out!"

    "What? What happened?" Tonight's sleeping blonde popped her head up from the pillow next to him. Her hair was a tangled mop with pieces falling in her eyes. She blinked sleepy green eyes.

    Green eyes. Blonde hair.

    Like Chloe.

    No!

    No more!

    He turned his coldest, hardest look on the blonde he had fucked just hours before. The words came out from gritted teeth as he tried to rein in the pounding mix of emotions. "Get out. Now."

    His tone caught her by surprise. "Lex? What is it? What happened?" She sat upright on the bed, loosely holding the sheet up across her breasts.

    He leapt from the bed and spun around so he could plant his hands on the mattress and loom over her.

    "Don't talk to me like you know me! We fucked and now you are leaving. Collect your things and go. My driver will see you home." He spun away from where she now cowered on the bed.

    "But I thought..."

    He spun back to her, choosing one emotion to focus on -- anger. "Oh? And what exactly is it that you thought?" he sneered. "That I'd buy you something? That I'd marry you? That I'd fall in love with you?"

    She looked frightened now. Her grip on the sheet was now clenched, as if she thought to shield herself from him with the 800-thread-count Egyptian cotton.

    He ripped it from her, tearing away her meager protection.

    No weakness.

    "Well guess what? I've been down that road in a failed life. Did you really think you'd be the exception? Some nobody I picked up in a club for an easy fuck? Two screwdrivers and you were already sucking my dick."

    Pulling the sheets completely free of the bed, he tossed them away with a flourish. "And seriously, who orders screwdrivers at a top shelf bar?"

    The naked girl had leapt from the bed when he ripped off the sheet. She was frantically grabbing up her clothes and purse as he raged. He heard her sobbing and saw her shaking with fear and upset as she tried to collect everything while trying to keep her body as small and curled as possible.

    This imitation had been exactly what he thought he needed...before. Now she just reminded him of...

    NOT what he had lost.

    He had lost nothing. Nothing.

    Finally, the blonde must have gotten everything. Or she no longer cared about anything left behind, because she ran for the bedroom door. He had already forgotten her before the bedroom door closed.

    He needed to stop this obsession with the blonde she-devil that haunted him. Focus on the life he had now, not visions of a past that was no longer his own.

    He would stop chasing the visions. He would stop chasing her doppelgangers.

    Those things made him weak. Made him vulnerable.

    He didn't need Her.

    He could make women fall in love with him in a matter of hours with his smiling seduction techniques. He could pretend to be all velvet and honey, but inside he was steel. Hard, impervious, and most of all, unmoved.

    Even when he "made love" it was always just fucking. His soft touches and softer words were just another layer in the game. A pretty dressing to sell the story. It wasn't about connection, not really. It was illusion, just part of the game.

    Until now.

    As he had yielded the words that let her know she was in his thoughts, other words had followed them in his mind. Words he couldn't possibly say.

    He suddenly felt he couldn't breathe. His hand reached out and gripped one of the bed posts to steady himself. His heart felt tight and raw in his chest. His free hand formed into a claw and dug into his own skin over his heart, bruising, hurting, marking. He vaguely thought if he could control the pain in himself, he could somehow expel the frailty.

    It wasn't supposed to be like this.

    He wasn't supposed to fall in love with her.

    He wasn't supposed to fall in love with her...again.

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