Chapter Twelve (Superman)

Previously, on "Heat":
Ch. 11 (This Year's Love)
-Instead of slamming the door, Luke let Natalie in.
-She tried to make small-talk, but Luke told her to cut the crap.
-She admitted that she missed him and had to see him.
-Luke snapped when she tried to hold his hand.
-Flashbacks of Brad slipping out of her apartment made him punch the wall.
-She didn't know that Luke was getting ready to propose to her that night.
-She tried to calm him down but he threatened to physically hurt her.
-She conceded to what she did and told him she would deserve it.
-After he cooled off, old feelings resurfaced.
-He cupped her face and said, "And you're just as beautiful."

*Graphic sexual content, Strong language, Nudity*



Location: 1557 Memorial Parkway
Date: Friday, 11/4/2011
Time: 8:35 p.m.

Luke feels like he's being sucked into a blackhole, unable to escape the pull of Natalie's gray eyes as she leans closer.  He knows he needs to step away.  He knows he needs to put an end to all this now, but there's heat smoldering from his crotch, and it's spreading towards the rest of his body.  The moment their lips touch, his breath jumps in his throat.  The warmth and softness of her mouth triggers memories of an aching for her, perhaps an aching for a time when he was obliviously happy.  He can still taste her strawberry lip gloss.

"Lukey Bear, I've missed you," she whispers as her arms wrap around his neck, drawing him closer.  

"Don't say that..." He mumbles, wishing he can control the racing of his heart.  He can feel the tip of her fingernails lightly scraping the nape of his neck, knowing it gives him shivers.  She knows it's one of his weak spots.

"What? Lukey Bear?" A wicked smile forms on her lips as she gently sucks his upper lip, making him groan.

"Yes." 

"I used to call you that, remember?"

"And you're the only one that could."



Hypnotized, he watches as she grabs his hand and moves in the direction of the couch.  Despite his mind's protests, they are quickly silenced the minute she pushes him on the cushions.  A mixture of lust and impatience emanate from her eyes as they examine him from head to toe.  Luke can barely swallow as he lies there frozen, trying to catch up with everything that's happening.  Of all the scenarios that played in his head, they did not involve Natalie throwing him on the couch, let alone kissing him.  Upset at himself for not having more self-control, he tries to get up but his knees feel weak.  Especially when she climbs on top of him, her warm crotch sitting directly on top of his.  

"You are so damn hot.  And a fireman too? God..." She runs her hands up and down his chest, delighting in the hardness of his pectoral muscles.  With one quick tug, she rids of his shirt, letting it land on the floor.

"Uh-huh.  Now yours." His eyes never leave her gaze as he watches her jacket slide away from her arms.  

"Are you seeing anyone right now?" She asks, pulling her lime green tanktop over her head, her firm breasts being held by a black lacy bra.

"No. Not right now. Take that off." He manages to suppress a smile, catching the crimson on her cheeks the moment her rosy nipples reveal themselves.  

"Mmm...good...neither am I." A soft moan escapes her lips while her fingers fumble for the zipper on his cargo shorts.

"You know you want me baby
You know I want you too
They call me Superman
I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you girl 
Come be in Shady's world"



Her body is just as beautiful as he remembers, with curves and lines perfectly complemented by the golden, sun-kissed hue of her skin.  In an instant, he can feel her moist tongue slip inside his mouth as he pulls her closer, wanting more of the warmth of her body.  Luke loves to kiss. Deep, wet, long.  It's one of his favorite things in the world aside from saving lives.  He loves the way it makes him feel alive, as if his soul has been set on fire.  It takes him to a place he can't quite describe, a secret place of desperate longing to be whole, to lose himself in his other half.  Natalie took him to this place.  Or at least brought him there long enough to make him want to go back time and time again.  

"God, Natalie...." Between sultry breaths, he kisses her neck, making her whimper.    

"Mmm...that body..." Her hands roam up and down his bare chest, amazed at how rock-hard it is.

"Yeah, I've been working out."

"I can tell.  Been busy carrying people out of buildings?"

"Someone's gotta do it." Luke's hands slide down her backside as he pulls her even closer on his growing hard-on, slowly grinding on her.  Her sweet scent evokes a need to be inside her again, to hear her moans, to feel her sweat, to watch her face as it contorts into pure ecstasy.  With his tongue licking the insides of her mouth, he cups her ass, squeezing it gently. 

But the moment a soft moan escapes her lips, he gives it a quick slap before he grabs it again, causing her to whimper, "Mmmm.....yeah."

"Oh, you like that huh?" He asks, biting his lower lip.

"Yessss."

"You've been a bad little girl." He says as he props her up on his lap, pulling her black panties down.  A madness takes over him at the sight of her bare cheeks sticking out in front of him.  He's seen it plenty of times.  He has even drizzled honey on it before licking it off.  But knowing Brad had a piece of that ass and God knows what he did to it, sets off a different kind of anger.  Somewhere between rabid jealousy and possessiveness, he tries to uphold Natalie in the same pedestal.  He tries to remember a time when their sexual intimacy belonged to just the two of them, and the inner knowing that her body was for his selfish indulgence. There was something sacred about that.  But now, it's all tainted.

"Yes." Her breathing picks up even more as Luke slowly runs his hand over each cheek.

"Do you know what happens to bad little girls?"

"No."

"They get punished."

"Mmm..."

"Do you know why you're being punished?"

"Because..."

"Say it."

"Because...I slept with your best friend."

"Wrong.  You screwed my best friend.  Say it right." The moment the words leave his mouth, he feels sharp, stabbing pains in his heart.  But there's an unmistakable sense of freedom that comes with saying it out loud, as if he's slowly knocking the metal bars that kept him emotionally imprisoned.  The truth hurts.  Really hurts.  But he refuses to let it immobilize him.  Shaking his head, his palm strikes one cheek.  SMACK. Her skin pops so loud, the impact reverberates across the living room.  She cries out in a whimper, trying to muffle the pain in her voice.  Luke looks down at the red welt left by his hand.  He licks his lips. He can almost feel it throbbing.

"I'd never let another chick
Bring me down
In a relationship
Save it bitch, babysit
You make me sick
Superman ain't savin' shit"

 There's nowhere for her to move or escape.  His arm is wrapped around her waist, keeping a firm hold on her body.  When she tries to pull away, he tightens his grip on her, nearly cutting off her circulation.  She waits for Luke to say something, but he remains silent, patiently waiting for her to repeat those words.  With a soft sigh, she relaxes and says, "I screwed your best friend."

"You screwed my best friend what?"

"I screwed your best friend, sir."

"Every time I smack your ass, you will repeat that.  Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

SMACK.

"I screwed your best friend, sir." 

SMACK. 

"I....screwed..." She chokes on her words, tears streaming down her face.  Both cheeks of her posterior are now beet red and trembling, along with the rest of her body. 

"Finish it."  Luke didn't just smack her ass hard, he made sure she cried out in pain.  Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine he would inflict physical pain on her.  He has always been gentle.  He has always treated her like a rare, delicate flower.  That was my problem.  I was too nice.  A part of him knows what he's doing is wrong, that no matter what someone does to him, it's better to just let it go and walk away.  His father taught him and his brothers to treat women with respect.  But what happens when that woman screws you over?  What happens when she screws you over so deep, you avoid getting involved with anyone for four years? 

"I...s-screwed....your...best...friend...s-sir..." Between her sobs, she can barely finish each word. "Luke...why are you...d-doing this?"

"Luke? Luke's gone.  You will address me as sir.  Do you understand?" He can feel his heart closing up, the fires in it dying down and eventually leaving it hard and cold.  He feels no sympathy for her.  Despite the tears running down her face and the humiliation in her meek voice,  he is unmoved.  Another side of him is taking over, a dark side, and it takes sick satisfaction in her misery.  It wants her to suffer.  It wants her to regret that she ever played with his emotions.

"Yes...sir..."

"Get on your knees." He commands in her ear, making sure she heard every word.  He watches as she pulls his boxer briefs down, sliding past his knees, until it rests on his ankles.  Her eyes widen at the sight of his large erection, now fully hard, throbbing.  Words escape her.  Without even thinking, she takes it in her hand and strokes up and down, slowly, while her eyes continue to probe him.  He lifts her chin up and asks, "You want it in your mouth, don't you?" 

"Yes.  Really bad." She whispers, feeling him pulsate between her fingers.

"Beg for it."

"Please, let me suck you."

"Please what?"

"Please, sir, let me suck you." She pleads, like a crackhead roaming the streets, asking for change.  She can't stop shifting from side to side, as if she's overpowered by an intense itch, deep inside. "Pleeease, I need it in my mouth. Mmmm..."

"Good girl.  Now lick the shaft." He groans deeply, tilting his head back as her moist tongue runs up and down his whole length, his hand full of clumps of her strawberry blonde hair.  The moment her warm mouth engulfs him slowly, one inch at a time, he sucks in his breath.  He can feel tingles travel from his groin, all the way to the tip of his toes. "Oh, shit...yeah, that's it." 

"Play no games
Say no names
Ever since I broke up
With what's her face
I'm a different man
Kiss my ass 
Kiss my lips
Bitch, why ask?"

He wants to flip her on her back and bury his face between her legs.  He wants to taste her.  He wants to taste every drop of her orgasm as she contracts on his face, as her hips jerk wildly.  He wants to be at the mercy of her pleasure, just as he remembered, when they were together.  But he can't bring himself to do it.  He simply cannot humble himself to her the way he used to, so willingly, so selflessly, as if his breath depended on her satisfaction.  He would have done anything, and I mean anything, to make her happy.  This realization invites the anger back in.  Tiring of her mouth on his dick, he mutters, "Bend over and spread your legs."

"Yes, sir." Without hesitation, she turns around and sticks her ass out, her eyes intoxicated by the authority in his voice.  She has never seen him like this.  She has never been treated so...dirty.

"I'm gonna fuck you from behind. And you're gonna like it." Pressing his erection on her ass, he reaches between her legs.  She's so wet, almost dripping, drenching his fingers.  He provokes her even more by finding her sensitive button and rubbing it with his index finger, causing her to cry out in wild moans.  He can make her come like this if he wanted to.  But he won't.  He rolls a condom on his rock-hard member.  He grabs her hips and enters her forcefully.  Just as tight as he remembers.  She cries out in surprise, mixed between a throaty moan and inescapable pain.  He doesn't care.  He knows she wants it.  Tonight is about him, and he intends to keep it that way.

"Yes...yes...please, sir..." She replies between gasps, grinding against him, squeezing her walls, spreading her legs wider.

"You like getting fucked hard, don't you?" He smacks her ass hard as he watches himself slide in and out of her, getting insanely turned on at how submissive she is.  He smacks her ass again. Then again.  And again. And again.  And again, until he can practically see faint bruises emerging.  

"Oh God, Luke!!  I'm coming!" She screams, her body convulsing into ripples of tingles from the inside out.

"He probably fucked you like this, huh?" He leans forward, still thrusting from behind, feeling her contract around him, as the side of his face touches hers.  He licks the sweat dripping from her jaw.

Silence.

"Answer me!"

"Yes..."

More knives pierce through his heart.

He lifts her up and throws her on the round dining table.  He wants to be able to see her face while he fucks her.  He wants to see every single emotion coming out of her eyes, until she can't hide anymore.  Holding her legs, he enters her again, deep and slow at first, but gradually moving faster until he can hear the table creak.  He promised himself he was going to take the high road and never sleep with her again, but shit happens.  Unexpected emotions creep up, and here he is, screwing her on the table. "And to think...I tried to make love to you....make you feel special..show you how much I loved you---"

"Luke---" She protests.

SMACK.  The palm of his hand lands on her face. Hard.  She gasps, her eyes completely stricken in shock, but she remains silent as tears well up again.  He has never, ever, done that to a woman.  But at this point, he doesn't care.  He continues to rock her body back and forth with his deep thrusts.  He simply strokes the red mark surfacing on her quivering cheek, watching her recoil slightly, as he continues, "I'm not finished. I put all my heart...and soul into satisfying you.  I would eat you for hours...every chance I could."

Silence.  This time she looks to the side, avoiding his piercing gaze.  A teardrop rolls from the corner of her eye towards the surface of the table.

"I was addicted to you, Natalie...my face...between your legs...was my drug.  I would come... just watching you come." 

Silence.

"But that wasn't enough for you, was it? Now get on top of me and ride me. You will ride me good until I come. Understand?"

"Yes...sir..."

They move to the bed.  Natalie climbs on top of him.  Despite everything that Luke has said and done, she continues to follow his orders.  Luke isn't sure if this is a result of her guilt or remorse, or if she's seeing him in a new light.  Whatever it is, a part of him is disappointed, no matter what type of rush he's getting from being so dominant.  From being such a dick.  All he can do is watch as Natalie slowly gets knocked off her pedestal, in slow motion.  No matter how much he can forgive her, and no matter how eager she is to please him now, something is different.  Can they ever really capture what they had, before she cheated on him? Feeling anxious to come, he slaps her ass and orders, "Come on, ride it.  Move those hips like a pro!"

"Yes...yes...yes, sir!" She tilts her head back as she bounces up and down on his length, swiveling her hips, anxious for his approval.

"Did you ride him too?"

"Luke, stop... just stop..."

"Stop acting offended!" He thrusts deeply into her, still holding on to her hips.  "You know full well you like this shit.  Look how wet you are.  Now answer me!"

"Yes, I rode him, okay? I fucking rode him!" She moves faster.

"You're such a fucking whore.  Did he smack your ass too?"

"Yes, he did! He smacked my ass! Happy now?"

"Did he make you come?"

Silence.

"Answer the damn question!" He slaps her ass again.

"Yes, he made me come! He made me come hard! Is that what you want to hear?  He fucked me good! He fucked me like a little whore! Do you get some sick satisfaction out of that?" Her words come out as fast as the movement of her hips, riding him hard and fast. "Are you happy now? Are you...are you...shit, I'm gonna come again! Oh, God, oh God!"

The sight of her face contorting into unadulterated bliss sends Luke over the edge.  With her contractions still gripping him tightly, he wildly pumps into her until he can't control the build-up of tingles anymore, and they explode all over his body.  His clamor can be heard all over the building as his body convulses.  Still inside her, Natalie kisses him softly, until the back of his head collapses on the pillow.

Luke rolls over on his stomach.  His pulse is still racing, but his mind seems more clear somehow.  His heart feels lighter.  His body, however, is exhausted and he can barely hold his head up.  He can feel Natalie's fingers on his back, gently stroking him in silence.  This normally makes him want to turn around and hold her close until they fall asleep, the way they used to.  But this time, he feels a bit...annoyed.  He wants his bed to himself, so he can sleep...alone.  Without even turning his head, he whispers, "I have a long day tomorrow.  You should get going."

"But I thought..." 

"You thought what? You were going to spend the night?"

"But what about all the stuff we did? I thought we were---"

"No.  We had sex.  That's it."

"How could you say that? Like you just used me!"

"We didn't do anything that you didn't want to do."

"Lucas!"

"I'll call you."

"Cause I can't be
 Your Superman
Can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman"

*Copyright 2013 Lyn C.S.*

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