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[ SECRET POST #1998 ]
⌈ Secret Post #1998 ⌋
Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.
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19. [WARNING FOR general discussion of triggery topics (there's bound to be triggering material in the comments)]
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Secrets Left to Post: 00 pages, 000 secrets from Secret Submission Post #285.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 1 - not!secrets ], [ 1 (warning for rape) - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ], [ 1 2 - posted twice ].
Current Secret Submissions Post: here.
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YOU MADE ME WRITE SUPERMAN/STEWART FIC
(Anonymous) 2012-06-23 05:36 am (UTC)(link)Clark was surprised when his editor assigned him an interview for the food section. Normally there would be someone else readily available to cover, but the aftermath of Lex Luthor's most recent evil plot had left the Daily Planet severely understaffed. Most employees were currently at home recovering from a devastating but non-lethal stomach bug.
Not to say he wasn't excited when he saw just who he would be interviewing. Growing up his mom had often left The Martha Stewart Show on while cleaning house. Clark would come home and do his homework on the living room coffee table, listening to his mom cook dinner and Martha Stewart giving tips on party appetizers. When Clark had first moved into his tiny Metropolis apartment, he would turn on her show to feel less homesick. It's silly, but he had come to find her voice synonymous with safety and home.
The interview was set up to take place in a small hotel's elegant lobby. Clark only had to scan the room for a moment before their eyes met. As she rose, he felt his mouth go dry.Clark had grown used to the way so many Metropolis women worn heels, but there was something about the way she moved in her dark pumps that sent a bolt of lust through him.
"Ma'am." he said, extending his hand. "Clark Kent of the Daily Planet."
"Please, call me Martha" she smiled as her dainty, manicured hand grasped his in a warm handshake.
***
They ended up talking for hours. As evening drew on they migrated to the hotel bar. Nibbling appetizers and sipping simple mixed drinks, they never lacked a topic.
The atmosphere was relaxed until Martha accidently knocked her coat to the floor. Ever a gentleman, Clark slid off his bar stool and knelt to retrieve it. Their gazes met as he started to stand. Martha's posture had changed, turned predatory. Clark froze. Part reflex in reaction to a possible threat, part something else.
"Are you off the clock, Kent?" Her voice had taken a hushier tone. He felt is cock stiffen.
"Yes."
"Then if you understand what I am asking, carry my coat back to my room for me."
Clark rose from his crouch, holding the coat in front of him to hide his erection.
Re: YOU MADE ME WRITE SUPERMAN/STEWART FIC
Re: YOU MADE ME WRITE SUPERMAN/STEWART FIC
(Anonymous) 2012-06-23 07:03 am (UTC)(link)Martha's room was on the third floor, so they made their way towards the elevators. Thankfully, they were the only ones inside the lift and a moment later, in the hall. Clark was still using the coat as a shield, but the idea of a stranger seeing him in this state was embarrassing. Clark, and by extension Superman, are very, very good at remembering faces. The prospect of rescuing someone he would loosely associate with his current arousal was not something he wanted to contemplate.
The key card opened the door without a hitch. As they stepped into the room, Clark started to fidget. The arousal he had felt in the bar was fading, replaced by nervousness.
Just as the silence as was getting awkward Martha said "On your knees." No, not said, commanded; like the possibility of him refusing was inconceivable.
Clark obeyed.
"Have you ever subbed before?"
"No,ma'am."
She circled him, left hand brushing against the short hairs at his nape. "Do you know what a safe word is, pet?"
"Yes, ma'am." He did not need to turn his head. His sensitive hearing picked up her every movement.
"Tell me yours."
Without thinking he said "Kyptonite."
"You are an observant boy," she chuckled. Surprised, Clark looked up. She displayed her right hand before his face so he could easily see her ring. He had noticed the green stone during dinner, but had assumed it to be an emerald or something equally benign. "I have heard it is not good for one's health to wear Kyptonite often, but I love the way it sparkles in the light." She returned her focus to him again. "While we are here, you will call me Ms. Steward. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Ms. Stewart."
"Good boy. Now strip."
She walked to the bed and sat. Meanwhile, Clark struggled to keep his fingers from moving inhumanly fast while unbuttoning his shirt. He removed his shirt and undershirt, but hesitated over his glasses. Ms. Stewart noticed.
"How well can you see without your glasses?"
"I'm blind without them."
"Blind without them.." she said expectantly.
"Ms. Stewart." Clark blushed.
"Good boy. You may keep them on for now."
Clark removed his slacks, then his briefs. His was at half mast. He shivered at the cool air on his naked body. He knew he was still more indestructible naked than humans in combat gear, but the psychological response to him nude and her fully clothed made him feel vulnerable.
"Look at, you pretty thing." She drawled. "I am going to have so much fun playing with you."
Clark started to walk towards the bed, but she put up a hand, halting him.
"Ah, ah" she said, wagging her finger. "On your knees."
Clark knelt, confused about what he was supposed to do next. Then he got it. He crawled to her, muscles rippling in his arms and back.
"Good boy." Clark warmed at her praise. "I noticed you admiring my shoes earlier. Be a dear and take them off for me."
His heart rate sped up at the prospect of touching her. He delicately grasped her stockinged foot and slowing slid off the shoe. He repeated this with the other foot before daringly kissing her ankle. She caressed his cheek and for an instant, the stone in her ring touched his skin. It was only for a moment, but his limbs became heavy. A not quite pain buzzed through his nervous system and every inch of his skin felt hyper sensitive. Pre-ejaculate welled at the tip of his cock.
Ms. Stewart walked to the dresser. In the mirror she watched her pet as she removed first her earings, then her bracelet, her necklace. She was starting to ease off her ring when a "Stop" made its way past his lips. She paused, waiting for him to continue.
He struggled a moment, emotions warring on his face before swallowing. "Please keep the ring on Ms. Stewart. Please."
Re: YOU MADE ME WRITE SUPERMAN/STEWART FIC part 3/?
(Anonymous) 2012-06-23 08:29 am (UTC)(link)Martha had noticed Clark's reaction and rushed to him. She gently pressed his face to her navel. Worried, she tried to soothe him. "Shhh. Shhh. It's okay, Clark, it's okay." Making sure to keep her right hand away from his person, she began to pet his hair with her left. "It's okay, honey. Do you need to stop? Just say your safeword and we will stop. Do you remember your safeword?"
"Kryptonite." His reply was muffled by her shirt.
"Good boy." She eased him back so she could see his face. "Do you need to stop?" she asked again.
Clark thought about it. His erection was gone, but he felt safe again. Her voice and soft hands had grounded him. Clark was used to being one of the tallest people in the room, but right now he just wanted be at her feet, secure. "I want continue but.." He paused, feeling shy, "can I kiss you?"
Smiling, she guided him to his feet. The desire for sex had vanished after tripping over one of Clark's landmines, but she would have no trouble kissing the gorgeous man in front of her.
For long minutes they kissed. At first caste exploration. Then, as things started to heat up, Martha directed Clark to set her on the dresser so he wouldn't have to bend so far down. Without any sign of effort he picked her up and set her down again. A sharp spike of arousal hit her as she rubbed his arms, feeling the hard muscle.
'Clark is unexpectedly toned for a reporter.' She thought. 'It takes a lot of discipline to maintain this.' Her brain ran wild with all the ways she could discipline Clark, use him and break him apart. How she would make him beg for it. 'But no, Clark is new to this. Let's not jump into the deep end just yet.'
"Ready to try again?" Martha asked.
"Yes, Ms. Stewart." Just like that the heat crackled between them.
Still, for a moment she hesitated. She made a move to remove her ring, but Clark's hand shot out quicker than her eyes could track and gripped her fingers. Martha watched, fascinated, as color down his face and neck. "Keep it on."
"Well," she said, putting her hand at his lower back and pushing him towards the bed. She made sure her ring dragged against his skin. "You are not in a situation to make requests. You will have to find some way to convince me to keep it on."
For a moment, Clark looked at her with his stunning big blue eyes. Then a wicked gleam entered them. He picked her up and swung her on to the bed before climbing next to her. She grabbed a pillow, intending to whack him for doing that without consulting her. He took her hand before she could follow through and kissed the ring.
Meeting her eyes, he began to stroke it with his tongue. She watched, projecting neither approve or disapprove as he orally worshiped the stone. When his hips started twitching, she pulled away.
"You have not entirely convinced me, but I can think of a few things you can try." She traced his lips, surprised that they were so kiss swollen. Maybe Clark was the type to bruise easily. She would have fun finding out.
Re: YOU MADE ME WRITE SUPERMAN/STEWART FIC Author anon
(Anonymous) 2012-06-23 08:44 am (UTC)(link)Constructive critism is more than welcome. This is only my second time writing sex.
Re: YOU MADE ME WRITE SUPERMAN/STEWART FIC Author anon
(Anonymous) 2012-06-23 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)