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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Smallville
  Relationship:
      Lionel_Luthor/Chloe_Sullivan
  Character:
      Lionel_Luthor, Chloe_Sullivan
  Additional Tags:
      Romance, Smut, Fluff, Older_Man/Younger_Woman, Underage_Sex, Underage
      Drinking, Oral_Sex, I_Was_Drunk_When_I_Wrote_This
  Series:
      Part 2 of The_Agreement
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-18 Words: 2720
****** A Week in the Penthouse ******
by BadWolfRose_(BadWolf1988)
Summary
     The second in The Agreement Series. Chloe and Lionel take the next
     step.
Notes
     Author's Note: I know that we eventually learn that Chloe's mother is
     a meteor mutant who left to protect her daughter but this story takes
     place back when the audience was still under the impression that she
     ran off and that's what I'm sticking with for this story/series.
Lionel Luthor straightened his tie as his limo pulled onto Chloe's street.
Her father was out of town at a leadership conference...he may have had
something to do with that. The clueless man had been told that his daughter,
who was out of school for a week on autumn break, would be spending the week in
Metropolis as part of her job with The Daily Planet. Gabe thought she would be
staying with her cousin when in reality she would be staying in his penthouse;
in his bed.
As much as he had wanted to bend her over his desk when they had entered into
this agreement a week earlier in his office, he had stopped himself.
Chloe was a virgin and she honestly desired him. This was a once in a lifetime
opportunity to mold the perfect bedmate...he just had to ensure that she
enjoyed herself enough to keep desiring him. That's why he had let her seek her
pleasure that day in his office while denying himself his own.
He smirked slightly when the limo pulled into her driveway and he found Chloe
sitting on her porch, duffel bag at her side, waiting for him.
He decided to act like the gentleman that he had trained himself to be when the
occasion called for it.
He stepped out of the limo and met her at the foot of the porch steps just as
she was getting to her feet.
"Good afternoon, Chloe," He held out his hand to her as his driver took her
duffel bag.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Luthor," She said meekly as she took his hand and let him
lead her down the stairs.
Where had his little spitfire gone? Where was the passionate young woman who
had sat in his lap and dry-humped her way to completion not even a week
earlier?
He took a quick look around to make sure no one was around watching them before
wrapping his arm around her waist as they walked to the limo.
Before she could climb inside, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Seeing
as you're going to end tonight naked in my bed – you can call me Lionel."
He was forced to catch her as she tripped over her own two feet.
 
He could have taken Chloe back to Metropolis via helicopter. The trip would
only have taken them half an hour. He had a reason for wanting to make the
nearly three-hour drive. He actually wanted to get to know the young woman who
would be warming his bed for the foreseeable future. The girl who sat across
from him nervously playing with her hands and not meeting his gaze.
"Did your friends give you a hard time about going away for the week?" He
decided to make conversation in an attempt to calm her nerves.
She laughed but there was no real humor in it. "Clark's too busy pining after
Lana, Pete's too busy being jealous of Lex, and Lana's too busy turning her
damsel-in-distress act on your son to care what I'm doing," She said with more
than a little venom.
"You sound bitter, Chloe," He observed.
"Why do you care?" She snapped.
Now, there was the Sullivan fire she was known for. This was more like it.
He reached across, grabbed her hand, and pulled her to sit at his side.
"Why wouldn't I?" He countered.
She gave an unladylike snort. "Because I'm a toy to you, Lionel, nothing more.
I know my place in this agreement."
Obviously not.
He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her a little closer. "I really don't
think you do, Chloe. The word paramour implies an illicit relationship - and
given our age difference this relationship isn't proper by society's standards
- but a relationship it is. When I told you that you were to make yourself
available to me whenever I want, that means that there will be times I call
upon you simply for the pleasure of your company,"
He was surprised when she turned towards him and buried her face in his chest.
"I thought this was just about sex," She spoke into his dress shirt.
"You thought wrong," He assured her as he hugged her closer.
What the hell was wrong with him? The last time he had felt this way about a
woman had been Lillian. How was this curvaceous pixie managing to worm her way
into his heart? He knew love – it that's what this feeling was – was a
weakness. All you had to do was look to the stories of Cleopatra and Helen of
Troy to see that.
"I don't feel like they're really my friends anymore...if they ever really
were," Her voice broke him out of his thoughts.
He said nothing, simply waited for her to continue.
"For all her talk of being grateful to me and my dad for taking her in when her
aunt moved away and for her all of her talk of us being sisters, Lana seems to
enjoy chasing the men I'm interested in. I had a crush on Whitney Fordman in
middle school and she dated him. I liked Clark but she's the one he wanted.
Honestly, I'm kinda waiting for her to come after you now," She vented.
This actually made him laugh.
"I can assure you, Chloe, I have no interest in doe-eyed drama queens with a
penchant for pink," She giggled at that. "I prefer fiery blonde reporters,"
Ah, there was that shiver of desire he knew he could draw from her. Too bad he
refused to touch her until they were locked up in his penthouse alone. He
needed to steer the conversation towards safer ground.
"What about Clark and Mr. Ross?" He directed her attention back to the topic of
her friends.
"Pete's barely spoken to me since I told him that I wasn't interested in him as
anything more than a friend," She explained.
Good. It would save him the trouble of killing the boy.
She sat up and ran a hand through her hair and huffed in frustration. "As for
Clark...all he does is lie to me. I agreed to be your sex toy to protect him
and he lies to me."
"You are NOT a sex toy!" His anger flared at her description of herself as
such. "You are my paramour, my companion, and very soon my lover but you are
NOT a toy,"
She didn't respond and he took a moment to calm himself before he continued to
speak. "And if you wish to re-open your investigation into Mr. Kent we can
forget we ever made this agreement."
Why in the name of a God that probably hated him was he giving her an out? And
she seemed to be thinking it over...damn it!
After what felt like forever she finally spoke. "What if I wanted to reopen my
investigation into Clark but wanted to continue...this...too?" She bit her lip
and looked to the floor of the limo.
A triumphant grin curled his lips. So, he was going to have his cake and eat it
too.
He reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "I'd be
pleased to continue this relationship," He put emphasis on the word. "without
need of an agreement,"
The smile that brightened her pretty face was shy but the happiness that seemed
to make her green eyes shine was obvious.
It was at that moment that he realized that Chloe Sullivan had become his
weakness.
As he did something out of character and placed a soft, sweet kiss on her lips
he knew he was screwed.
 
Chloe had finally grown comfortable enough with his touch to spend the rest of
the ride to Metropolis cuddled in his arms with her head on his chest.
He had been amused to discover that Chloe was a talker...a talker who had A LOT
to say. He had been content to sit back and listen.
He learned that with a wayward mother and a father who worked all of the time
that she had pretty much raised herself...and done a damn fine job. He learned
that she hated Smallville and missed living in the hustle and bustle of
Metropolis. He learned that she was about to piss off his main competitor,
Queen Industries, by publishing the company's horrible occupational safety
record in her column. He learned that a seventeen-year-old high school reporter
was his perfect match. Given time and maturity, she would make the perfect
Luthor family matriarch.
By the time they arrived in Metropolis he had developed a new plan. He wouldn't
just groom Chloe to be his perfect bedmate...he would groom her to be his wife.
He led her into his two-story penthouse apartment and handed her duffel bag to
his butler to deposit in his bedroom before giving orders that they not be
disturbed.
He shed his suit jacket and threw it on the back of an armchair and unbuttoned
his sleeves.
Chloe stood in the middle of the living room as though unsure of what to do
with herself.
He chuckled as he rolled up his sleeves. "Relax, sweetheart, sit," He nodded at
the overstuffed brown suede sofa.
Letting out a breath, she did as she was told.
He walked to a control panel on the wall and pressed a button, igniting the gas
fireplace, and then another, dimming the lights before he finally joined her on
the sofa. He pulled her to cuddle into him like she had in the limo. He would
probably never admit it but he was beginning to enjoy holding her this way.
"Are you hungry, Chloe? The chef has some roasted duck prepared. I could have
some plates brought to us." He kissed the top of her head.
She didn't move; didn't even open her eyes as she responded. "That would be
great. I'm starving."
After a quiet dinner on the floor by the fireplace – during which he had
corrupted her further by giving her some very expensive red wine - Chloe lie on
the sofa with her head in his lap.
"Do you think I'm weird, you know, for wanting you like this?" Apparently,
alcohol made Chloe a lot more open of a person. He found it endearing.
"Do you think I'm weird for wanting you?" He answered a question with a
question.
She shook her head in his lap and it made his cock twitch.
She sat up and looked at him for a moment before speaking. "Can we go to bed
now?"
His response was to get to his feet, take her hand, and lead her upstairs to
his bedroom.
 
Once behind the closed door of his bedroom, Chloe proved to be full of
surprises.
She reached for the hem of her lime-green lace blouse and pulled it over her
head. Going a step further, she found the zipper on the side of her black skirt
and pulled it down, letting the garment pool at her feet.
She stood before him in nothing but a pair of black lace boyshorts that hugged
her wide hips perfectly and matching push-up bra.
"I better be the only man who's seen you in that," He growled possessively as
he roughly pulled her into his arms.
Those weren't the undergarments of a virgin and he'd kill any man or boy who
had seen his woman this way. Chloe, like this, was for his eyes only.
She leaned up on her tip-toes to whisper seductively in his ear, "I bought this
just for you, Lionel."
He growled deep in his throat as he caught her lips in a fiery kiss.
When he pulled away, he rained soft, wet kisses down her freckled throat before
pushing her backward until her knees hit the bed and she sat on the edge.
Kneeling between her legs on the floor, he lazily kissed her while his hands
reached behind her and unhooked her bra. He made quick work of the garment
before leaning down to take one pink nipple into his mouth and sucking gently.
Once it was nice and hard for him, he moved to the other to repeat the action.
Chloe clutched at his shoulders and made soft purring noises as he let his
hands trail down to the waistband of her panties.
"May I, sweetheart?" He pulled back and looked into her eyes.
It would kill him to stop but for her, he would.
"Please," She nodded and lifted her hips to make his chore easier.
He tossed the flimsy piece of lace over his shoulder and placed a hand on each
of her knees, spreading her for him.
Sensing what he was about to do, she leaned back on her elbows.
When he moved his head between her young thighs and his nose caught a whiff of
her sweet, musky scent, he knew he was in trouble. When he leaned forward and
finally got a taste of her he knew he was a goner. He could happily spend the
rest of his life with his tongue buried deep inside of her. She was addicting.
He took his time, running his tongue along her folds, sucking her clit into his
mouth. She was close to the edge when he finally pulled away.
The way she pouted almost snapped his resolve and made him pound her into the
mattress but he managed to keep himself in check.
He got to his feet and made quick word of his shirt before reaching for his
belt buckle. "Get in the middle of the bed, sweetheart," He ordered gruffly,
shedding his pants and boxers.
She did as she was told without question.
"Did you go to the doctor like I instructed and get the shot?" He asked as he
crawled to join her on the bed.
Before she left his office last week, he had given her the name and phone
number of his private doctor and instructed her to set up an appointment to
receive the birth control shot. He wanted no barriers between them when he
buried himself inside of her for the first time...and every time after that.
"Yes," She nodded as she spread her legs so he could settle himself between
them.
He rubbed his throbbing length along her opening and her breath caught.
"Are you ready for me to make you a woman, sweetheart?" He leaned down and
lightly bit on her earlobe.
"Yes, now, please," She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck as he
slowly pushed inside of her.
She was hot, wet, and unbelievably tight...everything that he had hoped she
would be. He managed to get halfway inside of her before he encountered the
fleshy barrier of her innocence.
"This will hurt a bit, love," He told her honestly as he interlocked their
fingers and held her hands above her head.
She took a deep breath at the exact moment that he thrust forward, breaking her
hymen.
A little whimper escaped her lips and he stilled his movements to give her time
to adjust to his considerable girth...Luthor men were blessed.
"You're a woman now, sweetheart," He rained soft kisses all over her flushed
face. "My woman,"
She moaned wantonly as she started to rock her hips to get some friction,
"Please, Lionel, I need you to move," She pleaded.
He didn't need to be told twice and started gently thrusting in and out of her
tight heat. It wasn't long before they became completely lost in each other and
let their primal natures take over. He spilled himself inside of her as she
tightened around him and arched off the bed with a scream.
 
They didn't leave the penthouse at all that week. Lionel had enjoyed his young
lover on pretty much every piece of furniture he owned.
On their last night together before he would be forced to return her to
Smallville, Chloe lay naked in bed with her head on his bare chest as she
brought up the future.
"Please, tell me we can do this again?" She asked softly.
"As often as I can find an excuse to steal you away," He promised, dropping a
kiss on her lips.
 
FINIS
Yep...I'm going to hell in a handbasket.
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