#sub!clark

His cheeks immediately pinked. His eyes darted away, and he shuffled back into his seat to look out the window. He was quiet the rest of the ride.

Interesting.

Not that she was planning on getting involved with Clark Kent of all people, of course. But it was interesting.

………………………..

When they did start seeing each other on a regular basis, the memory crept up again. And again.

Maybe it was something in the way he lifted his eyebrows just a little when he asked her what she wanted for dinner, prepared to fly around the world to get her fresh Dim Sum. Maybe it was the sweet, slow grin that spread across his face in the morning when they woke up tangled together. Or the way those silly curls fell onto his forehead after a long day of research.

He was just so sweet.

She hadn't been this worked up since the first time she had dated a coworker. I didn't take her long to figure out he was using her for her story, but in the few days the grift had run, she had flexed her dominance as never before. Even if it was fake, the man at least knew how to please a Dom. And so did a few of the rare play partners she'd had since, she really couldn't complain. But she had yet to come across someone who acted as wholly devoted as him.

As Clark would be.

Stop it.

As much as she liked the idea, she just wasn't sure it was worth the risk. She remembered how defensive and terse he had gotten during his interview as Superman. If he couldn't handle her asking him basic questions about his choices, how we he react to the idea of her taking his choice away?

He looked up from his desk.

Shit. She had been staring. She dropped her chin and pretended to be preoccupied with the notes in front of her.

She was too late. Clark got up from his desk and was making his way over to her in his slightly gangly way. "Everything okay?"

Lois closed the folder she was pretending to study. "Fine," she said. "Just having a hard time focusing today. Do you still want to come by for dinner tonight?"

"Wouldn't miss it." He grinned. The dopey look lit up her corner of the world with sunshine.

God, that fucking smile.

She wanted to destroy him.

…………………………….

Lois sat at her kitchen island, nursing her wine and fiercely arguing with herself.

Clark was washing dishes from the dinner they had made together. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, a towel slung over his shoulder, and these facts were not helping her situation.

If she was losing her focus at work, then she couldn't keep trying to ignore the situation. She had to bring it up. It didn't matter if he accepted the idea, or (more likely) rejected it, she would have an answer.

And it would be fine if he said no. It wasn't like it was a requirement for her in a relationship. And even if it was, it's not like this would last forever. At some point, he would get sick of her combativeness and need for control, even if she wasn't acting on it during sex. That's what always happened.

Her stomach twisted. She had to get this over with.

"You're such a good boy for me."

Clark's shoulders stiffened beneath his shirt.

Her heart pounded.

Clark looked at her over his shoulder. The water ran over his still hands.

"Why do you say it like that?"

Lois sipped her wine innocently. "Like what?"

His eyebrows furrowed. “Like you mean it."

That wasn’t the answer she was expecting.

"Do you think I'm just teasing you?"

“Aren't you?"

Lois set down the glass and walked around the counter. She placed her hands on Clark’s hips and guided him around to face her. He went willingly.

He looked down at her. His impossibly bright blue eyes were wide and confused. It reminded her of his first days at The Planet, when he was brand new to a real city newsroom. She had to remember that under all the layers, he was still a farm boy from Kansas. She was going to have to ease him into this.

She placed one hand on his chest and fiddled with his top most shirt button. "I think," she said slowly. "That it makes you feel things when I call you a good boy."

He stiffened and let out a breathy laugh. He turned his head to the side, suddenly unable to look at her. "What? No. That doesn't make any sense."

Oh, honey.

It was one thing if Clark didn't want to try it. It was another if he didn't think he was allowed to have it.

Lois pulled back enough to look at his face. She gently touched his chin and angled his gaze back to hers. "Will you come sit on the couch with me? I want to talk to you about something."

His brow was still furrowed but he nodded, as trusting as she'd come to know. She kissed him.

Clark kissed her back just as hard, just as desperate for each other as they had become. Any other night she would let him pick her up and carry her, but she needed more control over the situation.

Lois broke the kiss. "Go sit," she said. "I'll make us some tea."

He opened his mouth to speak, but changed his mind. He nodded and obeyed.

However this turned out, they were off to a good start.

………………………………..

Clark sipped his tea slowly, staring at Lois as he processed all the information she had just given him.

She had started off with a joke about Smallville's presumable lack of sex ed. When he didn't laugh, she cleared her throat and asked him if he had ever heard of a concept called BDSM.

"I have," Clark said. To his credit, his cheeks only darkened a little. "It's not something I have much knowledge of."

His expression didn't change much as she ran a brief walkthrough of sub and Dom dynamics. She left out more intense discussions of sadism and masochism for another time (if there was another time.) He looked just as he did when interviewing a source, focused on soaking up as much information as possible.

"I think..." Lois floundered.

After a few moments of silence, Clark leaned forward. "You think what?"

She swallowed. This was the scariest part.

This is where Clark could recoil, horrified by her words. When he would get offended and storm out, ignore her at work and never call her again. This is when he would yell at her for suggesting he was even capable of these kinds of thoughts.

Lois took a deep breath. She had to be brave. She had to know.

She could handle any answer, but the not knowing was tearing her apart.

She set her tea to the side and scooted closer to his side of the couch. She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back ever so slightly, letting herself feel his warm weight move under her touch. She couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes.

"I think that you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders," Lois whispered. "I think there's never a moment when you're not thinking about what you can do to help people. I think you work two full-time jobs and do them both terrifically. I think you show up and do your best every moment of every day. And I think, after all of that, you deserve to be told how good you are."

Now she looked up at his face.

Clark stared down at her in awe.

"You do everything for everyone else," she blurted. Now that she had started, she couldn't stop. She hadn't realized how hard it was her for to hide this part of herself from him. Is this what he felt like keeping Superman a secret?

"I think that you would enjoy having a set structured time when you are intentionally not in control. I think you would like it, and it would be good for you. But you don't have to! It was just an idea. A spitball."

"You think I'm good?"

This stopped Lois's hyperactive train of thought in its tracks. "What? Of course I think you're good, Clark. Before you're anything else, you're a good man."

It was his turn not to meet her eyes. Apparently there was suddenly something interesting in his lap.

"But we fought. You said I made the wrong choices."

"Sweetheart," Lois said. It was uncharacteristically affectionate of her, and it brought Clark's eyes back up to hers immediately.

She ran her hand through his curls. To her surprise, he openly leaned into her touch.

"Just because I don't always agree with your choices doesn't mean I don't think you're a good person." She sighed. "This is exactly what I'm talking about."

Clark made a face. “You're going to have to explain it to me again," he said. "because I don't get it."

She took another deep breath. "It's like this, Clark. And if I'm wrong, you jump in and correct me at any point. But I don't think I'm wrong."

Lois put a few inches between them and squared her shoulders. Clark didn't seem to notice how he leaned in after her.

"Go on, then," he said.

"You live to please," she said. He opened his mouth to object, but nothing came out. After a beat of silence, she continued. "That's what I thought. You loving pleasing the entire world, of course, but there are a few select people you like pleasing more. Perry, for one, and your parents too. But I think you like pleasing me most of all. Do you want to know why?"

Clark only stared, for once speechless.

"I'll take that as a yes. You think I don't notice all the things you do for me, Clark? How my coffee is somehow still warm when everyone else's has gone cold? How my laundry is magically folded and put away when I come home? Not to mention how many hours you spend between my legs uninterrupted. You like doing things for me, and you like it when I praise you for it. Am I wrong?"

Now came the blush she had been waiting for. His dimples sneaked out in the surprised shape of his mouth.

Her stupid heart fluttered. This was going to hurt.

"I...guess not," Clark said.

It took her a moment to process what he had said. She had been so prepared for him to shut down and demand they never talk about this again.

A thrill ran through her. She felt a giddy urge to pump her fists and cheer, but she kept her composure.

“Good," she said. "Again, this is not something we have to explore if you're not comfortable with it. Just because I like something doesn't mean you have to like it, no matter how much you want to please. So if you want to stop talking about it now, let's stop now."

"I didn't say I wanted to stop talking about it."

She held his gaze, serious and steady. "Are you sure?"

"Not at all," he said. "But I want to try."

Lois couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. This was really happening.

"Okay," she said. "Let's talk about it."

She ended up brewing them two more pots of tea over the course of the next several hours. She explained her role and experience as a dominant, from her first discoveries in college to the estimated number of subs she’d been with since. She told him why she enjoyed established kink relationships and how she liked to treat her play partners. In return, he asked attentive questions about submission and the relationship structure.

"I still don't see why you think I would like this," Clark said.

"It's not a judgement of your character, Clark." She sighed. "I don't look at you and see a weak man I can pin down and do whatever I want with. I see a strong, capable person who is always carrying a full load. You have to make impossible decisions every day. All I'm offering is a pre-negotiated environment where you wouldn't have to make any choices at all. All you would have to do is trust me."

The corner of his lip twitched. " I can't say I hate the sound of that. I do have one more question though. How would this change us, what we have going here?" He gestured between them.

"That is a very good question, Clark," she said. "The relationships would be intersected in a sense, but independent of each other. If you decide you don't want a kink relationship, our romantic relationship will stay the same. In other words, I won't love you any less."

And oh, didn't he just bloom under those words. He always got that goofy smile when she said she loved him, but this time there was a beautiful vulnerability tethered to it.

"Okay," he said, his smile infecting his voice. "As long as you don't love me any less." He looked at her expectantly. "So what do I do?"

Lois raised her eyebrows. She had expected him to want to sleep on it, at the very least. But if he was ready, so was she.

"First things first," she said. "Ground rules. Not that you can't get out of anything I could put you in, but if you want to stop at any point, say the word 'red.' If your mouth is otherwise occupied, you can tap my leg twice instead. I don’t know what title I want you to use for me yet, so you can refer to me as Ma'am, if I allow you to refer to me at all. And finally, you will not come until I tell you to. Do you consent?"

Clark looked like a wide-eyed virgin on prom night. "Yes." He cleared his throat. "Yes, I consent."

"Good," she said. "Get on your knees in front of me. Now."

He was quick to obey, nearly stumbling as he made a way for himself between the couch and the coffee table. He looked up from his place beneath her.

Lois took advantage of this and placed her hand on his throat. He twitched at the touch, looking dubiously between Lois and her hand.

"Do you trust me?" she whispered.

Those bright blue eyes were full of adoration and devotion. She had been so right about him.

"With my life," he whispered back.

She pressed her hand harder, squeezing where his blood hypothetically flowed to his brain. She doubted she possessed the strength required to choke a Kryptonian, but that was hardly the point.

The result she hadn't been expecting, though, was the slight whimper that escaped.

She had been so right about him.

She slid her hand from his throat to his hair and leaned down to kiss him.

It was nothing like their kiss in the kitchen. That one had a sense of balance to it, a push and pull between her determination and his sheer size. Now, with him physically beneath her, her fingers threaded through his curls, there was no question who controlled the kiss.

She pulled her lips away. Clark chased after them ever so slightly.

Despite his apparent eagerness, she felt compelled to check in again. "What do you say if you need to stop?"

Clark swallowed. "Red."

"Good boy."

This time when she said it, she felt a whole shiver wrack his body. How much had he been containing himself the other times she said those words?

"Come here," Lois said. She coaxed him up on top of her, both of them horizontal on the couch. She grabbed his throat and kissed him again, soaking up every bit of his desperation.

She reached down with one hand to unbutton his pants. She pushed them just low enough on his hips to pull him out of his boxers.

Clark groaned and shook in her arms.

Lois made a quick assessment and pulled her hand away. A shuddering breath left his lips.

"There's a bottle in my nightstand. Be a good boy and go get it, won't you?"

He was back in less than a second.

She rearranged herself comfortably underneath him and pulled him in between her legs. She filled her palm with lube from the pump and reached down to touch him again.

Clark's frame shook against her. She maintained a steady pace, pulling soft moans and gasps from his throat.

Lois put her lips up to his ear. "You're being such a good boy for me," she whispered. "Do you want more?"

He nodded, his temple brushing against hers.

"I need to hear you say it."

"I-I want more," Clark stammered out, several shades redder than she'd ever seen him.

"Ask nicely," she teased. "I told you what to call me."

"Please, Ma'am," he groaned. "please, I want more."

His crystalline eyes pleaded with her, and for the first time, Lois realized she might be sunk.

"Good boy," she said. "I'm glad you're decent at begging, because I don't think I could wait much longer to have you."

Lois unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down to her knees, then her underwear. She pulled him back against her, aligning her lower lips with his tip. Instead of letting him inside her, she grinded back and forth against him.

Clark groaned and dropped his head on her shoulder. She put an arm around his back to keep him close as she teased him, letting him feel how wet she was while overstimulating his nerves.

His moans grew louder in her ear. She turned her head to kiss him first on his cheek, then on that silly little dimple.

"Beg for what you want," she said. "and you just might get it."

"Please Ma'am," Clark cried. "I want--I need--I need you."

Lois slid her hips down ever so slightly, letting Clark arch up into her. This part never disappointed, but there was something distinctly different about it this time. There was an electricity built up between them that made every touch and grind and thrust something otherworldly.

She let him pound her through several orgasms with the help of his obedient fingers on her clit. She kept her hand around his throat each time she came, squeezing to show him just how much pleasure he gave her. The more she praised him, the harder he gave it.

Just as she had predicted.

He could last a long time, but not forever—especially with the constant stream of Lois’s praise in his ear. Eventually his hips started to stutter, and he dropped his forehead to her collarbone.

"Please," his voice was barely a whisper.

"Please what?"

"Lois," he groaned.

She smacked him on the ass, hard. For a human, at least. "Not my name."

"I'm sorry, Ma'am," he said. "Please, ma'am, please let me finish."

God, he begged so prettily. Could he be more perfect?

"You have been good," she hummed. "Come for me, good boy."

It was hard to pick a favorite part of having sex with Superman, but this was certainly up there. When Clark was closing to coming and wasn't holding himself back anymore, he gave it fast, and he gave it hard.

He pounded her into a fifth orgasm, then a sixth, before his hips stuttered and stopped. He moaned, long and low, sinking his teeth into Lois's shoulder and coming inside her.

They laid together, clutching onto the other's sweaty bodies. He was heavy, but she found the weight of him comforting, especially after a scene.

When she finally caught her breath, she asked the question that would determine everything.

"Did you like that?"

Clark lifted his face from her chest and smiled at her. His hair was a mess from her hands, and his face was flushed, but his eyes were bright. He looked like a man without a care in the world.

Mission accomplished.

"I did," he said. "Do you promise that's not weird?"

"Don't be a prude, Kansas. It's not weird to like kinky sex."

"Let me rephrase--you promise it's not weird that Superman likes to be pinned down and told what to do?"

She tilted his chin up and kissed him. "Wanting to be dominated is the least weird thing about you."

He pressed his cheek back to her chest. She could feel his sleepy smile on her skin.

Lois may have found herself a sub after all.

END PART ONE

_______________

Every conversation started with a low, emphasized “Ma’am.” Whether she asked him how the near-victims were doing, or how he knew where the gas line was leaking, he always managed to end his answer with “yes, Ma’am” and a secretive little smile. 

At first she thought he was being earnest, caught up in the moment and slipping into a little bit of space with how happy he was to show her what he did. But the third time his tone made her catch her breath (in public, on a crowded street, no less) she saw his grin slip just a little wider before he hid it again. 

You little shit. 

She glared at him over her notes. “Cut it out.”

He feigned puzzlement poorly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Ma’am.”

She pursed her lips and straightened her shoulders. “I’ve got all I need for now. Thanks, Superman.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but she had already turned back to the street, hailing a taxi. 

Her good boy wanted to rile her up in front of everyone? Fine, she was riled up. And now he would have to deal with the consequences. 

***

She typed up and submitted the story quickly after returning to the planet. She was going to get out on time for once, no matter what Perry had to say about her article (he rarely had anything to say, anyway.) She texted Clark as she threw her coat over her arm and strode out of the newsroom. 

My place. 9pm. 

His response came a moment later. Yes Ma’am.

She arrived at her apartment with more than enough time to set up. First she placed the underbed harness she had fashioned out of stiff, coarse rope. Then she set out several full reusable water bottles and some granola bars. He could go for hours without stopping, but she was going to need breaks for what she had planned. 

Finally, she put his collar at the foot of the bed and placed a latex glove and the new toy she had recently purchased on the nightstand. 

After a moment of thought, she pulled her strap harness on underneath her skirt and set the lube next to the toy. 

When Clark arrived, Lois was sitting on the her bed, one leg crossed over the other. He came in the room and soundlessly sunk to his knees before her. 

“Oh, now he behaves.”

He looked up with a cocky grin, but quickly dropped his eyes when he saw her unamused expression. He had the good sense to keep his gaze on the floor. 

Lois wasted no time grabbing his collar and slipping it on his neck. Something immediately clicked between the two of them, and they both breathed a little easier. 

They were home. 

But he was still in trouble. 

“Just what exactly did you think was going to happen by testing my patience?” 

Clark was silent. 

She grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her. “Answer me.”

“I-I’m sorry, Ma’am.”

“Not yet, you’re not,” Lois snapped. “Also, not what I asked. What did you think was going to happen?”

Clark squirmed. “I don’t know.”

“Then let me help you get this through your simple, slutty little head,” she said. “Since you seemed to have forgotten how to behave, I’m just going to have to remind you.”

Lois slapped him across the face. Clark’s pupils went wide. 

She had to stop herself from grinding against her own strap. Fuck, it was so hot how much he loved this. 

When Clark had sent her his homework assignment, Lois had absolutely ended up fucking her hand while thinking about hurting him just the right amount. It made it all the sweeter that he had picked it, he had asked for it himself.

Lois slapped him again. “You should be grateful I’m willing to spend my time teaching you a lesson.” Another slap. “Say thank you.”

“Thank you.” Clark’s eyelids fluttered. “Thank you Ma’am.”

“Good boy.” Slap. “Clothes off. On the bed,” Lois said. “Hands above your head.” 

He wisely obeyed her quickly. She straddled him and fastened his hands with simple but sturdy knots while he watched her with trepidation. It wasn’t the first time she had tied him up, but it was his first time being punished. She wondered how he’d respond. 

She paused for a moment. “Color?”

“Green.”

“Good. You know to tell me if that changes at any point. I won’t be upset or disappointed in you.”

Clark smiled. Warm, reassuring, loving. She wondered if he fully understood just how good of a sub he was. 

“I know. I want this. I deserve this, Ma’am.”

Her body relaxed against his. 

“Damn right you do.” She ran her hands down his torso, the way she knew drove him crazy. 

Lois reached for the toy on the nightstand. She held it in front of him. “Do you know what this is?”

Clark’s breath quickened. He shook his head. “No, Ma’am.”

“It’s a very special toy.” She put the tip of the vibrating dildo against his lips. He parted them obediently. 

“You know, you’re not the only person in the world who takes a long time to come. And while you know how much I love your stamina, sometimes a girl just needs a tool that’s a bit more…efficient.”

Clark’s eyes widened. He was starting to piece it together. 

Lois shoved the toy into his mouth. She reached her other hand down to stroke him.

“You see, handsome,” she continued. “I’ve been kind to you so far. I’ve let you eat me, fuck me, come after just a little bit of begging. But then you went and misbehaved.”

She pulled the toy out of his mouth and brought it to his base. She flicked on the dial.

Clark’s reaction was immediate. His hips snapped off the bed, briefly rocking her into the air, but she held on. He threw his head back and moaned. 

Lois laughed. She’d hoped that a stronger vibrator would be the key to making him truly lose his mind.

It came recommended for metahumans and other ‘undersensitive’ folks. It was definitely too strong for her—the lowest setting had made her come almost instantly, and any notch above it was painfully harsh on her clit. 

But it was perfect for her Superman. 

Lois pressed it harder against him and turned up the intensity. She brought it up and down his length, teasing at the tip to watch him whimper and writhe. 

She grabbed the lube from the nightstand and spread it down him. The vibrator glided easier now, and his hips trembled with the effort of keeping still. 

Lois buried her face in his neck and sucked on his pulse. 

“You’re going to tell me each time you’re close,” she whispered in his ear. “Now, I know you have perfect control over that beautiful body. So if you come before I tell you to, I will make you fucking regret it.”

Clark groaned. 

Lois leaned back and turned the toy up another notch. 

She needed to destroy him. 

Clark’s first edge came faster than she expected, but she had to admit, she was just that good. 

His eyes unfocused. “I’m-I’m close,” he managed to stutter out. The admittance came with a deep blush, as always happened when he vocalized his pleasure. 

Lois ripped the toy away. Clark trembled, but he didn’t come. 

She edged him three more times, using the time in-between to drag the vibrator along other sensitive bits—his chest, his hips, the inside of his thighs. He obediently told her every time he got close, his voice growing weaker each time. 

It was amazing to see him like this: muscles taught and shaking, tears falling from his unfocused eyes, curls falling onto his face. She brushed them off his forehead and kissed it. 

Lois took a break for a snack and water, but not before she secured the vibrator between his legs and told him to close them. She watched him as she rested up, eyes closed and thighs shaking as he was forced to inflict his own punishment. It was such a pretty sight she decided to let it continue. 

Clark’s arms trembled in his bonds. “Please, Ma’am, I’m close, please, let me—“

Lois set her water down and returned to the bed. She grabbed his chin and stared into his lust-blown eyes. 

“No.” She laughed. “You’re not getting anything. It’s only been four edges. Don’t tell me the strongest man in the world can only take four edges?”

Clark moaned and shook his head. “I-I can take more. I’ll be good.”

“That’s what I thought.” 

Lois took off her shirt and unclasped her bra. She straddled Clark’s waist, reaching back with one hand to grab the toy and bracing the other on the headboard. 

She dragged the slick vibrator slightly lower, pressing up against his sack and perineum. At the same time she shoved her tits into his face, smothering him. His broken moan vibrated her chest. 

She rode him like that, enjoying the sting of his slight stubble against her skin.

“Lift your knees.”

Clark obeyed. Lois brought the toy down further still, against his hole. 

His body tensed, then relaxed the slightest bit. This wasn’t entirely new, but it wasn’t routine yet, either. 

She reached over to the nightstand to grab the lube and the latex glove, relishing the helpless sound he made when her nipple brushed over his lips. 

Lois arranged herself backwards on Clark’s lap, straddling with her knees bent so he had to watch her ass move while she teased him in other ways. 

With one hand she kept the vibrator steady against the underside of his cock (the moans were so filthy) while she lubed up the other hand and started teasing at his rim. 

The choked sob he let out was so precious she was almost tempted to let him come on her fingers. But they both had to be patient. 

Lois gently pressed the tip of her index against his hole, then slowly in. 

Clark keened. 

Lois smiled against his thigh. She felt a thrill of pride at having corrupted the sweet small town boy into a desperate, whiny bottom. 

The big city girl stealing his innocence. The taste of power on her tongue was delicious. 

She fell deep into Dom space as she worked him open. She was barely aware of the words falling out of her mouth, the false pity and dirty name calling, teasing him for being so hard and wet and trembly. 

Clark shook and whined underneath her. The few words that did escape him were breathy. “Please, Ma’am, more, need, gonna-“

Lois yanked away the toy and her fingers before he could come. 

“Don’t you dare,” she said. “I have plans for you.”

His shiver rocked her hips. Lois turned the vibrator off and flipped around to face him. She slid the dildo into the ring on her harness, stroking up and down it to cover it with lube.

She quickly debated with herself what position she’d like him in the most.

“Flip over,” she said. “On your knees.”

Clark blinked at her, coming back down to earth. It took a moment for him to process what she asked of him, but he obeyed.

Lois would be lying if she said she didn’t have a fascination with his ass. She grabbed a cheek in each hand, stroking her thumbs up and down the outside of his stretched hole.

“Maybe one of these days I’ll put a plug in you before work,” she mused. “Make you walk around all day thinking about me inside of you. Surely Superman could keep his concentration, couldn’t he?”

She teased his hole with her index finger. Clark dropped his head and groaned.

Lois took the opportunity to shove his face into the pillows. She positioned the vibrating dildo against his waiting hole and slid in.

The sound he made was straight from her fantasies. Lois loved topping, but topping Clark was truly something special. The way he clenched and unclenched around her, how he balled up his fists against the mattress, the cute little keens and whines he let out, despite his immense strength and constitution—

He was a dream come true.

Lois pulled out and snapped her hips forward. Clark kept himself propped up on his elbows, face pressed against the sheets where she held him down.

She tossed her hair out of her face, grabbed his hip with her free hand, and fucked him for all he was worth.

Her own orgasm came swiftly, built from the thrill of her sub gasping beneath her and the pounding of the strap against her mons.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “You’re such a good boy, always make me come so hard.”

Clark arched his back and moaned, which was an especially beautiful sight with his nose still buried in the mattress.

“I’m close again, Ma’am,” he groaned. “Please let me come with you inside me.”

“Oh, I will, sweet boy,” Lois said. “But not yet.”

She flicked on the vibrator. Clark melted. His mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Tears steamed down his face. He was doing such a good job holding back, she wanted to kiss them off his cheeks.

Lois cranked up the vibrator and fucked him until her thighs and hips felt like they were on fire. He still didn’t come.

She turned the toy up to the highest setting and wrapped a hand around his leaking cock. She leaned over his back and bit his earlobe.

“Come for me, good boy.”

Clark let out the loudest, most broken moan she’d ever heard from him and spilled all over her hand. Lois fucked him through it, relishing every hitch in his breath and shake of his muscles. When his groans turned into a pained whine, she dialed the toy back down and gently slid out of him. His hips fell on the bed, trembling against the bedspread. He stayed there, breathing heavily, while she untied him and rubbed his wrists.

She grabbed a washcloth from the master bath and wet it. Clark hadn’t moved an inch when she returned.

Lois sat next to Clark on the bed and rolled him over onto his back, which was a feat in itself. She brought the cloth to his crotch and cleaned him up, then kissed the tears of his face. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?” She whispered. She hoped she hadn’t actually broken him.

Clark slowly opened his eyes. He nuzzled into her chest. “Mmgood,” he mumbled. “Really good.”

Lois buried her nose in his hair. “Hopefully not so good you misbehave again.”

She felt the curve of his cocky smile against her skin. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Ma’am.”

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The homework was simple, but that didn’t make it easy.

Clark sat upright in bed, laptop across his thighs. He was still fully dressed. He had his browser up, cursor blinking in the search bar, where it had been for the last twenty minutes.

He really wished there was someone to save right now. 

Superman had already spent hours scanning the world for sights of trouble, stopping a few potential assaults and saving a few birds here and there. But he had to face it: there were other heroes. What’s more, the world was slowly getting better. It was just a quiet night. 

And he had nothing to do but the task he’d been assigned.

Clark swallowed and drummed his fingers on the edges of the computer. He opened his personal email and clicked the most recent correspondence he had from Lois. The subject was simply: ‘Homework’

There was no text, just a document attached. He opened it. 

“You are to find something that you want to try. It can be something you’ve seen or thought about before, or something entirely new to you. Paste the link to the image or video below. For bonus points, write 2-3 sentences about what you like about it.”

There was a list of ‘suggested keywords’ for him to look up if he needed a place to start. 

He minimized the doc. 

The cursor blinked at him from the search bar. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to do it. He trusted Lois, even though he was still a little confused by this seemingly contradictory idea. 

He understood the dynamic. She was in charge, and he gave her his choice, his obedience. In exchange he got to let go of every worry that filled his mind, put down the ethical questions he was constantly wrestling with, set his ever-present fears on the shelf in favor of focused, unbridled pleasure. 

But it wasn’t just that. It was the way she looked at him when he obeyed her, with a pride and love that was almost radiant. He really did love making her happy. 

He had never known anything like it. 

But if this was about making her happy, pleasing her, then why was she asking him what he wanted? 

What did he want, anyway? 

He shut the laptop and set it to the side. He leaned back on the pillows and closed his eyes. 

Clark thought back to when he first started to fall for Lois, when she hounded his every thought. It hadn’t taken long since he arrived at the newsroom. She was gorgeous, casually commanding whether she was covering an emergency or finalizing her piece before the afternoon’s print. She hadn’t taken him seriously at first, that much was obvious. 

But she had come around. The first time she had given him that pleased, almost impressed smile, they were on a story together. An unhoused man had passed and been found in an alley, the second one in a month. Lois and Clark were starting to suspect foul play, or at least negligence. 

A cop made a joke about the body being unclean. Clark immediately snapped up from where he was studying the scene. 

“Hey!”

The cop looked over. 

“A man is dead,” Clark snapped. “Under the circumstances, I don’t think those kinds of jokes are appropriate”

The cop had scoffed and walked away, but he didn’t make any more snide comments. 

Clark turned to see Lois looking at him curiously, that smile spreading slowly across her face. He couldn’t help but lift his lips back. 

From then on, Clark struggled to ignore the flutter in his stomach whenever she gave him the approving smile. He didn’t have words for what it was until that night they talked on the couch. He just thought falling in love so hard was having an impact on him physically. 

A profound impact. 

Clark got up from the bed. He drew his curtains and locked the door. He was a grown man in is own apartment, high in the sky, but he felt as vulnerable as a teenage boy in his parent’s farm house. 

When he was safely shielded from the world, he laid back on the bed. He unbuttoned his pants. After a moment of thought, he stripped off his shirt. 

He pulled the laptop back up and typed in one of the keywords she had given him. The one that had been rattling around the corners of his brain since he first read the homework document. 

Femdom. A feminine dominant. 

The word instantly made him picture Lois. 

Specifically the way she lorded above him as he kneeled below her, her face lit up from behind like a gosh darn movie star. The stern tone she used to tell him exactly what to do. It was a palpable shift, like the difference between Clark and Superman’s voices. She was still Lois, but a different version of herself. Someone even more unrelenting. 

Okay, yeah. This was doing it for him. 

He pressed a hand against the outside of his boxers and hit search.

Several websites popped up. He scrolled through them, unsure. The third one had the subheading “women in control dominate, punish, and humiliate submissives.”

Clark’s mouth went dry. He swallowed and clicked the link. 

Videos and categories and buttons popped up. Whipping, caning, anal penetration, body worship. 

The images were beyond filthy. He slammed the laptop shut and took a deep breath.

He heard Lois’s voice in his ear. 

Be a good boy. 

Clark could do this. It was different, but it wasn’t wrong or bad. Just because no one ever talked about their desires in Smallville didn’t mean no one had any, or that it was wrong to have them. 

He rubbed his hands together and steeled himself. He opened the laptop. 

Once he had (mostly) put his shame to the side, the images weren’t as intimidating. They were intriguing, actually. His breath quickened as he scrolled, slowly growing harder and harder. 

Clark clicked on one titled “Femdom Body Worship Humiliation.” The thumbnail showed a naked man with his arms pinned above his head, a deep blue blindfold covering his eyes. He made the decision to watch it without judgment, to let himself react however was natural for him. That’s what Lois wanted. 

The title cards flashed across the screen. Music kicked in. A woman dressed in black leather and tall heels walked across a dungeon, a cocky grin on her face. She approached a completely naked man strapped to a table. His hands were tied above his head and he was blindfolded, just as he had been in the image. His ankles were strapped down on either side of the table, forcing his legs open. His cock was upright and wet on his stomach. 

Clark pushed his boxers down.

The Dom dragged her nails over his tense abs and laughed when he twitched under her touch. She teased him with her hands, running them up and down the sides of his torso. Occasionally her hands would dip over his hips, or flick over his chest, and he would moan. 

She teased his body with her touch and degraded him with her words. She put her fingers in his mouth and made him suck them down to the knuckles. She removed them and slapped him across the face, then shoved them back in again. 

Clark choked on his spit. He knew a slap like that couldn’t hurt him even remotely. But to be brought down and put in his place like that, to be utterly demeaned at Lois’s hand…

This time when the Dom took her fingers out, she brought them down between the sub’s legs. The camera tilted to show his wet hole. 

She kept degrading him as she fingered him open, switching between calling him a desperate thing, a disgusting slut, a good boy for her. 

Clark had never been so jealous of anyone in his life. 

She lubed up a toy and shoved it inside him. His back arched off the table and he let out a long, low groan. Clark wrapped a hand around himself. 

The Dom continued making fun of him as she worked over his body. She straddled his hips, using her mouth and hands to wring moan after moan out of him. Every so often she reach back behind her to pull the toy halfway out of him and push it back in, picking up speed each time. 

She grabbed his chin and shoved her tongue in his mouth. When she pulled back he jerked to follow her lips, and she laughed and slapped him again. 

Clark’s hips snapped up from the bed. His laptop flew into the air, but he grabbed it before it could fall and break. 

In the second he’d been distracted, the Dom had procured another toy from somewhere, a paintbrush. She dragged it down his chest, stopping to play with his happy trail, and eventually sliding it down to his tip. The sound that escaped the sub’s throat was long and broken. The noise grew louder and it took Clark a second to realize he had involuntarily echoed it. 

He kept watching the video, but now he was imagining himself in the man’s place and Lois in the Dom’s. He’d have no idea what she was going to do to him next, completely at her mercy despite his strength. 

Clark was jerking up into his fist, leaking all over his hand. It usually took him an extraordinarily long time to finish, which was part of the reason masturbating wasn’t high on his list of hobbies. But everything about the on screen power dynamic, about Lois’s established power over him, made him needy and desperate for release. 

When the on screen Dom finally let the sub finish (before cruelly pulling her hand away to ruin the orgasm) Clark heard Lois’s words from the other night loud and clear in his head. 

Come for me, there’s my good boy. 

His hips snapped off the bed and he came hard, rocking into his fist and shoving his palm against himself. It felt like hours passed as he wrote out the white-hot feeling that ripped through him, crying out like he’d been slammed into a building. He collapsed, shaking and shivering, onto the bed. 

It was rare for a fight to make him this trembly and exhausted. He wondered what made this so much harder on this body. The vulnerability, the intimacy, or the newness of it all?

When his heart rate slowed he gathered the strength to clean up. He opened the homework document and pasted the link to the video beneath the instructions. 

Then he started typing. Of course he was going for bonus points. 

“I enjoyed this video because the concepts of body worship and humiliation intrigue me.  I like that he was so weak beneath her, that she slapped him…”

It was a poor answer, and he knew it. His brain was just too goopy to create strong sentences right now. He closed his laptop and set it on his nightstand. Clark let the warm, gooey feeling seep through his bones and stretched his limbs. 

Rest first, bonus points later. 

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