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The Taming : Finale

A Clark Kent Mini Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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PART NINE | MASTERLIST

There she was. In all her agonizing glory. Watching me. As I circled her, she didn’t follow me with her eyes, didn’t turn her body to keep me in front of her at all times. She let me move like a predator stalking it’s prey. But she was no longer the prey. The bitch had climbed her way to the top of the food chain. And she wanted me to allow it.

I wouldn’t. Couldn’t.

But when our eyes met for the second time, she held my gaze, her chin raised, her head held high.

She had won. Really won.

“What do you want from me?” I growled, my chest heaving, wanting nothing more than to pounce, to take what she had kept from me.

“Same thing as you.” She replied, her voice smooth as velvet.

Then, she closed the distance, her steps easy & languid.

Just as she was standing before me, her finger placed gently under my chin, she forced me to look down at her.

“Kneel.”

My eyes narrowed, a heat blooming within my chest. I should take her, right now, against her will, my rules be damned.

“Kneel.” She repeated. I faltered under her stare.

It had been months since you disappeared from the center of attention amongst Metropolis’ elite. After what Clark did to Andrew, you knew you had power over him. Knew that you could push him to lengths he never knew possible, all because you refused to give him what he wanted. You belonged to no one. You would never belong to him, at least not in the way he would want.

That night, you never returned to your apartment. You tossed your phone into the pond behind Nicola’s mansion & disappeared into the woods. After some time, & forcing yourself to dress down & stay at a hostel at the edge of the city. No one there recognized you, why would they? They were from different walks of life, far away from the path you walked.

You contacted your family’s P.I. Told some sweet little lies, got him to find you a secret hideout. Once he had, you changed your appearance: cut your hair, dyed it, never wore make-up, stole some clothing from the lost & found. The woman you saw when you looked in the mirror was everything you weren’t. He would never be able to find you.

Your P.I. took your request into consideration when he found your hole to crawl into. It was where Clark would never think to look. Right under his nose.

The building was new but didn’t have many tenants yet. You were on the floor directly across the alleyway from Clark’s condo. The lights were always off in your unit & the only furniture you had was a sleeping bag on the floor, a chair propped up near the windows, a coffee pot, & a set of binoculars.

Clark never drew the shades to his apartment, which you thought was foolish on his part. He lived in the city, he should know better than anyone how nosy people could be. But still, you never missed a night. You sat in the dark, far enough out of the light that should he have a gut feeling he was being watched, he would never spot you.

For weeks you watched him come undone. He wouldn’t leave his apartment, spending most of his time in his office. You knew he was searching for you. Desperately. But he wouldn’t find you. Your friends didn’t know where you were, nor your family. You emptied your accounts & entrusted your funds into the hands of your P.I. He was the one that had food delivered to your hiding place. And he would die before he ever squealed. Yet, Clark never found him either.

But as the weeks turned into months, you were disappointed in Clark. He had brought Jane to his apartment. You watched as he tamed, all too easily, you might add. She was no challenge. She listened to him, jumped when he entered the room, cried silently to herself when he left her alone, then pretended to be tough when he forced her into his bed. But as you watched them tangle through the lenses of your binoculars, you saw it in his face, the frustration, the anger, the face of a loser.

He had lost, indeed. Jane wasn’t you. Jane could never be you. You doubted she knew that it was you he imagined underneath him & you wish you could rub it in her face that she was coming second to you again, as always. But that would mean revealing yourself. And you would not be doing that until he was ready.

But then one day, something interesting happened.

You were lying on your sleeping bag facing Clark’s building, thinking about nothing & everything all at once. Clark had left only thirty minutes prior, perhaps to get some groceries or do some more investigating around the city, seeking you out. You wished you could leave, follow him chasing your ghost, but leaving meant great risk. Clark wasn’t without his own means of finding you out. You couldn’t give him a lick of a chance.

But as you lied there, your mind aimless, you caught movement in the corner of your eye. Jane was moving around the apartment. She had been in the kitchen, deep cleaning it like she did every day. But something stole her attention, & you sat up, watching with narrowed eyes as she moved towards the door to peek out the peep-hole. You watched as she contemplated opening it. And when she did, you didn’t expect to see the uninvited guests on the other side.

There your friends were, all three of them, your cousin included. They were stunned when they saw Jane on the other side. You saw the looks on their faces as you pressed the binoculars to your face. Ariana was confused, Olivia shocked, & Nicola angry. You sighed. Did they really expect to find you there? You supposed you couldn’t blame them, at least they were looking for you, too.

Words were being exchanged & now, more than ever, you wish you had the power to have planted mics in his apartment, but that would surely get you caught as well. Jane & your friends spoke but they didn’t get far when suddenly all of their attention moved to something out of your line of sight. You squeezed the binoculars, your breath catching. It was Clark. You couldn’t see him, but you felt him.

The way your friends stance changed, how Jane hid behind the door, only peeking out. He was there. But then Jane closed the door, bringing her nails to her teeth as she paced nearby. What were they saying? You felt left out. It infuriated you, but you had done it to yourself.

After a minute or so, the door to the condo finally opened & Clark entered before he slammed it shut. You watched as Jane backed up, finding herself bracing against the island in the kitchen. Clark stood there, his hands on his hips as he glared at the ground. Jane & you both watched with stiff muscles as he said nothing, did nothing. Then Jane took a tentative step forward. When she nearly reached him, her hand about to touch him, Clark lashed out.

He backhanded her, sending her flying to the floor.

You felt a smile tug at the corners of your lips.

Then Clark left her there to stomp into his bedroom. You bit your lip in anticipation as he gathered random items that looked like they belonged to Jane before stuffing them into a Gucci overnight bag. He was moving fast, uncoordinated as he stumbled over fallen items or caught the corners of furniture. He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment before returning to living room where Jane had moved to rest on her knees, her head hung low.

He dropped the bag before her before pointing at the door, his chest heaving. Jane didn’t move. When she remained kneeled, he fisted the hair at the back of her head & forced her to stand before shoving her towards the door. She was sobbing but didn’t fight back. He unlatched the door & pushed her out before slamming it shut.

Your heart was racing, elated, amused.

Clark lost it. He started with punching a hole into a nearby wall before moving to the finely cleaned kitchen Jane had just finished. He threw vases onto the ground, shattering them, tore down artwork from the walls, overturned furniture, threw random items at the walls then finally entered his office.

He took out all the folders you had found before. He tore them to pieces, swiped every book off a shelf, even lifted his computer & slammed it to the ground.

You laughed, practically giggled & kicked your feet in delight.

Then you watched as he sat in his computer chair, loose spit coating his lips, his thick-framed glasses hanging off his face. He glared out the window. His hands were on his thighs in fists, the veins there popping. He cracked his neck, his eyes closing as he appeared to calm down.

He then retrieved his cell phone from his jeans pocket. He was on it a moment before bringing it to his ear. It was barely there a second before he yelled, throwing it with might against the window. It shattered into pieces.

You had won. Right there, in that moment, you had won. Had him right where you wanted him. And more importantly, it was all recorded.

You eyed the video camera in the corner you had aimed at his apartment. Now, you had the proof of his indiscretions. All of it. Everything he had ever done to Jane, & most importantly, his reaction to losing. He wouldn’t like that very much, not even a little. Dropping the binoculars, you approached the camera & hit the ‘stop’ button. Then you pulled out the SD card.

Going into the kitchen, you pulled out a small pre-paid cell phone & dialed your P.I.

He answered on the third ring.

“It’s ready.” You told him.

You finished applying the lipstick, pressing your lips together to test the durability. Then you backed up to admire your outfit. You were the boss now, you were in charge. You. Had. Won.

Back in the living room, you already had your sleeping bag rolled up & placed in the corner. All that remained was the single chair & the video camera pointed at Clark’s apartment. You kept the lights off & sat down. A glass of non-alcoholic wine was placed at your heels & you reached for it, savoring a taste.

Should everything go according to your plan, Clark would be arriving at your doorstep within only a few moments. You smirked to yourself at the thought, at how easy he was to influence. You had your P.I. begin leaving breadcrumbs for your whereabouts. Clark wouldn’t be able to resist. He wouldn’t be careful or detail-oriented. He was determined to find you, to have you again & again & again.

The wine coated your tongue, leaving a sweet yet heavy flavor. As you sipped on it more, you heard something just outside the door to the apartment. Clark.

You saw his shadow under the crack of the door, heard as he worked his magic in unlocking the door with whatever tools he had on him. Then, the door creaked open. It was dark, middle of the night, so he was hard to make out, but you would be harder with the shades drawn.

As your eyes adjusted, you watched as he stepped around the corner, dressed in all black & a cap on his head to hide his face. You noted he wore gloves, as well.

What do you think you’re doing, Clark? You questioned internally, Gonna catch me off guard? I don’t think so.

Clark stepped into the small kitchen just off the main hallway. His footsteps were light, surprising for a man of his size. But you enjoyed watching him appear sneaky. Because he didn’t know, didn’t know that you sat there in the dark watching him, waiting for him, guiding him, leading him right into your trap.

He cast a glance in your direction but didn’t notice you against the pitch dark backdrop before he moved down the hallway towards the only bedroom in the unit, out of sight. As he did, you grabbed a remote that lied on the other side of your feet. You aimed it above you before pressing ‘play’.

The wall to your right lit up from a projector you had set up on a nightstand to your left. Your silhouette cast a shadow against the video being played.

Clark, having heard the noise, came stomping out. His eyes immediately fell to the wall where he watched himself tame Jane in his own condo for all eyes to see. But then you felt as his eyes landed on you. As the two of you stared at one another, you smiled at him.

“Home films were always my favorite.” You commented.

He took an angry step forward but you clicked your tongue in disappointment, “Careful, Clark. There’s more where that came from.”

His face contorted into a sneer as his eyes fell from you to the video on the wall. There were more like the first one that played, but the only one that mattered was the last one. The one where he hits Jane unprompted before tearing his own place to pieces.

“Hardly in control here, wouldn’t you say?” You teased before standing up.

“You’ve been watching me the whole time.” He observed.

“What?” You feigned innocence, “I thought you’d enjoy that. But I guess it’s not as fun being on the other end of it, is it.”

When he made to more towards you again, you held up a single finger, “Careful. Anything happens to me & these get released to the public. Poor Clark Kent, award-winning reporter, revealed to be an abusing, sociopathic headcase. The whole city will be watching you. No more hiding in the shadows.”

You gazed at the wall as the video replayed, admiring your work.

“For someone who appears to always be in control, you certainly lost it, haven’t you?”

Clark’s eyes darkened as he glared at you from only a few feet away.

“You wanted me to find you.”

You chuckled lightly at that, cocking your head playfully, “Oh, Clark, you didn’t think you were the only one good at hiding, did you? Awh, you did.”

“What do you want?” He seethed.

“You know what.”

The skin around his nose crinkled in distaste, “I already killed someone for you.”

“No.” Your voice flattened, “You killed someone for you. And poor Andrew, he did nothing. Just had a little crush, that’s all. But Clark Kent, big of a man as you are, couldn’t handle the competition.”

“He was hardly competition. You were always mine.”

“But worthy enough as a threat for you to go & throw him off a roof. I’d say that’s competition enough, & Clark Kent doesn’t like losing. But how do you think you’re fairing now?”

You eyed him, a smug smirk on your lips as you took a single step towards him, “From where I’m standing, I’d say you lost.”

“Not yet.” He began marching towards you but then you clicked another button on your remote & Clark’s voice began to play over the video being shown.

“I already killed someone for you.” His voice sounded over & over again.

“Now not only an unhinged socio, but also a murderer. Your soon to be former employers are going to have a difficult time reporting the details surrounding one of their own, don’t you think? Stock prices will lower, all of your work will be discredited, your court appearances will cause a circus, let’s not even get started on how adjusting to prison life will be. And all those women…” You paused, “How many do you think will stay silent?”

Clark’s chest heaved, knowing his confession had been caught & recorded. His eyes never left your own as he began circling you. But you didn’t follow his movements, sensing him as he walked around the small space. You kept your arms behind you, your hands holding one another, totally at ease, totally in control until Clark appeared before you again. When your eyes met for a second time, he asked with the voice of someone who was on the verge of losing all control.

“What do you want from me?”

You smiled gently, your voice calm & even, “Same thing as you.”

Then, you took a few cool & easy steps forward, closing the distance between the two of you. Standing just before him, you reached up & gently grasped his chin in your hand, angling his head down, forcing him to look at you.

“Kneel.”

You watched as his eyes lit up, fury burning hot behind them. But you would not be deterred. He had nothing to fight you with & he knew it. His physical capabilities didn’t matter. You had him by the balls & your grip was squeezing.

“Kneel.” You repeated, your voice hard.

For the first time since you knew Clark Kent, you saw it in his eyes. The same thing he saw every single time a woman kneeled before him, the only thing he never saw in you: submission.

“You’re not in control, Clark.” You whispered, brushing your lips against his. You felt him shudder.

“Let go.” You told him, peering into his eyes, “And I’ll be yours.”

You dropped your hand from his chin, warning him with a look in your eyes that the offer wouldn’t stand for long. You enjoyed seeing him in turmoil, torn between what to do, but you knew the only other option landed him on the front page & a never-ending expose on his life.

Sighing, you took a single step back but just as you did, you felt his giant, warm hand grip yours.

You let your eyes fall with him as he lowered himself until finally both of his knees were on the ground.

Clark peered up at you. Anger, confusion, loss, & a pinch of something dangerous glinting in his eyes.

You ran your fingers through his hair before sliding your hand down to cup his cheek. And he, surprisingly, leaned into it.

Triumph & elation bloomed in your chest. A winning grin threatened to split your face in two. But for once, you would not boast. There was no need to. You both knew.

You had won

ONE YEAR LATER

It was quiet in the apartment. The windows that overlooked the city did well in blocking out the Metropolis noise. You stood at the window dressed in one of your favorite lingerie sets & matching robe. It had been a long day. Your muscles ached from the gym & the spa session afterwards didn’t lessen the discomfort. You needed something else, & only one thing could loosen you up.

But as you stared out the window, admiring the cityscape, you heard a clatter sound from the living room. You glanced over your shoulder, frowning.

You tip-toed towards the living room, poking your head out. Only one lamp was lit & you spotted a picture frame that had fallen from the mantle above the fireplace. You sighed annoyingly.

It had to of been the cat. The cat you regretted getting. But it was lonely oftentimes & you never had anyone over. The cat kept you company but was a bitch herself. Something the two of you had in common but couldn’t seem to bond over.

“Fucking cat.” You hissed, approaching the picture frame on the ground.

As you bent to pick it up, you cut yourself on a piece of glass. You winced slightly, immediately bringing your thumb to your lip, sucking the blood there. Standing up, you were just about to return the picture to it’s place, not wanting to bother with fixing it, when a gloved hand covered your mouth & a firm arm secured itself around your waist.

You screamed into the hand but it was muffled. You began to kick out but the unknown assailant dragged you backwards. You tried reaching up & behind you to hit at the intruder but they were too tall, too strong. Tears spilled from you as the figure pulled you backwards towards the bedroom.

“No!” You tried shouting but it was snuffed.

The assailant continued forcing you towards your bedroom but you reached out for anything & everything to keep yourself from the room, knocking over more objects in the process. But your ability was nothing compared to the dangerous shadow holding you.

With a short-lived whimper, you felt your body getting flung onto the bed. You barely had a chance to attempt moving onto your back when the figure pressed you face down into the mattress. Your limbs swung out erratically, never hitting your target, allowing them to tear the silk robe from your body before clawing at the fabric of your underwear.

“Please, don’t!” You cried out but the intruder fisted a handful of your hair in their fist, shoving your face further into the pillows.

The clinking of a belt filled the corners of the room & you felt your body go cold. It was happening. There was no stopping it. And before you knew it, it begun.

The penetration was hard, filled with a burning sensation followed by the quiet groans of the man who dared enter your home & turn it into a hellhole. You gasped, your fingers tangling in the sheets, desperate for release as they gripped your hips & pounded harder. There was no escaping this, no outrunning it, no crying out for help. You were at the hands of a madman.

But then you felt a set of fingers reach under you & begin rubbing the bundle of nerves & goosebumps erupted over your body.

A regretful moan parted your lips, more tears coated the pillows as your body responded to the ministrations. Without your choosing, your hips began to buck, meeting the thrusts with your own need for pleasure mixed with the ungodly pain. A sigh left you as you felt your muscles tightening around the thick cock fucking you mercilessly.

The shadow yanked your head backwards, their lips at your ear as they grunted, their breath fanning the side of your face. You tried to fight against the growing knot in the lowest part of your abdomen but the feeling was too good, too hot, too much. You bit you lip to keep yourself from sharing with the man assaulting you that you were regretfully beginning to enjoy what he was doing to you.

But he knew. You knew he knew. His hips slammed into your harshly & the pain sparked the rocket that would send you soaring. You felt your thighs shake & your walls shudder as you came undone, milking the cock as you soaked it in your juices. The man roared, slamming your head back into the mattress as his hips jutted forward, chasing his own orgasm. You felt as his cum coated your insides before spilling out around him, dripping into your inner thighs.

You felt used, dirtied, & tired all at once.

Then the man dropped you before rolling over onto his back beside you, a single hand cupping one of your buttcheeks in his large palm as he fondled the meat there.

You remained where you lied, catching your breath & gathering your strength before you finally lifted your head & turned towards him.

Clark lied there, his chest coated in a light sheen of sweat as he caught his own breath. You narrowed your eyes at him, willing him to look at you, & once he did, he smirked.

“How was that?” He asked, his voice hoarse from the loud orgasm he had just endured.

“Better.” You replied, “The gloves were a nice touch.”

He smirked at that before moving off the bed to gather his discarded pants. You turned over to sit up, watching him with delight.

But then he made a snide comment, angering you.

“Those self-defense classes at the gym aren’t doing you much. You didn’t hit me once.” He buckled his pants before facing you, eyeing you playfully.

You moved onto your knees & crawled towards him. He leant down, his face close to yours, “You’re still weak.”

Before he had a chance to catch your arm, you swiped a quick fist across his face. He backed up, holding his jaw in his hand. You smirked yourself.

But then he swiped back, backhanding you across the face.

A soft gasp parted your lips & you tasted copper on your tongue. He had split your lip open. Again.

You made to move off the bed, to show him just how well your skills had improved but before you could he caught you by the throat.

“Don’t—” But your words were cut short as he pressed his lips to yours.

You leaned into the kiss, biting his lip harshly as you wrapped your arms around his neck & pressed yourself closer to him. Clark growled into the heated kiss, swiping his tongue over your lips as you shared a bloody kiss.

Then he shoved you backwards as you fell ungracefully atop the bed.

“Fight harder next time.”

“Fuck me harder & I will.” You countered.

Clark bit his lip, shaking his head, “I’ll tame that mouth one day.”

“Don’t hold your breath.” You responded before sliding off the bed.

You followed Clark into the rest of the apartment as he entered the kitchen. You moved to sit at the island & watched as he peered into the fridge, “I thought you went to get groceries.”

“No.” You peered at your nails, noting a chipped one, “I ordered them. Obviously, they haven’t arrived.”

He slammed the fridge shut at that but nodded, “So, what’s for dinner?”

You smiled at that.

A year, the two of you had been together. Together together. Much to the dismay of your friends. Those friendships didn’t last much longer. They didn’t understand, couldn’t. But you didn’t need them, you never did. All you needed was a monster who enjoyed your own. And he was standing right there in the kitchen you ate in together within the apartment that you both had in your names.

And it was all without a contract, without rules & boundaries. There was no other woman for Clark, & no other man for you. You two were meant to live in the dark world you both craved. You had tamed Clark Kent & made him yours.

And that was how you lived now, how you always would. With him, with his monster, & with yours.

AND IT IS OVER! it took me a long time to finish this series but i am so happy i committed to finishing it. this is one my proudest works on here & i hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as i did writing it.

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