Hey guys, my mind is totally in the gutter right now, and so to put it at ease ive written this...this smutty goodness.
not really sure how many chapters I want to do, so bare with me lol.
Enjoy!
As seductions went, this one was going to be perfect. Already set in place, everything looked ready to go.
Bonnie Bennett paused at the hall mirror to fluff her hair. After plunging her fingers into the nest of ebony locks she pulled a piece over her shoulder and let it tumble into her sloping neckline.
Grinning, she glanced down at the scarlet silk, fringed in black lace underwear, and smoothed her hand over a full, plump breast, purring when her nipple perked with awareness, seeking attention
He'd be home any minute now.
Though Stefan probably wasn't aware of it, today was their three-month anniversary. And she wanted to celebrate.
She'd hit every store and boutique on the mall this afternoon in preparation, and now her skin glowed.
Her toenails had been through the ultimate pedicure. Her fingernails had gotten a French manicure. She'd even tortured her bikini area buy buying a pricey and painful Brazilian wax job. But, wow, did her pussy look great.
Her strappy black shoes had tall heels, just like Stefan liked. And her expensive panty and bra set showed off a conservative amount of skin that was going to tease him to death.
It would take her a couple of months to pay the debt she'd scored in mere hours. Her credit card still smoked from the number of times it'd been swiped. But it was going to be so worth it.
Just as soon as her tardy boyfriend decided to come home.
He told her he had to work late tonight. So, they hadn't made plans. Well, he hadn't made plans.
Bonnie, on the other hand, had planned big.
She wanted to pay Mr. Salvatore back ten-fold.
Stefan had startled and pleased her when he'd taken a huge step in their relationship a few days ago. She wanted to show her appreciation by thanking him with a nice big penthouse forum fantasy.
Last week, he'd given her a key to his apartment.
Tonight, she decided to use it.
Grinning, Bonnie spun from the mirror and sashayed her way to the kitchen. His kitchen. When her heels clicked against the tiled floor, she hated and smiled at what she'd already accomplished.
The late night snack displayed was an odd assortment, but she thought he'd catch its meaning.
Unable to help herself, Bonnie sampled the chocolate syrup, dribbling a drop on the pad of her index finger.
As she lifted it to her lips, she let the syrup bottle fall back into place between the bowl of strawberries and the can of whipped topping.
"Mmm." Swaying to the song on the CD player she'd hidden under the table for special effect, she danced sensually around Stefan's kitchen, the clap of her heels keeping beat to the low mood music. She closed her eyes and hummed as she lapped the sweet chocolate off her finger. Delighting in the warm, wet stroke, she swirled her tongue until moisture dampened her panties.
Shivering with erotic expectation, Bonnie grinned and pulled her finger from between her lips. She and Stefan were going to have fun tonight.
What was even better, he told her his roommate was out with some beautiful, easy airhead named Caroline, so it was almost a certainty he wouldn't be home until tomorrow sometime. Ergo, she and Stefan could have the place to themselves.
All…night…long.
She planned to break in every piece of furniture in the living room as well as the vanity and the shower in the bathroom and…oh, yeah, definitely every surface in the kitchen. Wow, did she have plans for these high-backed dining room chairs.
Stefan wouldn't know what hit him. She was going to fuck him until he passed out from organism overdose. Then she was going to fuck him some more.
Still gyrating to the beat, she picked up a fluted glass of the champagne she'd already poured for herself and took a long, healthy drink, letting the fizzy bubbles was over her tongue before she swallowed. Sighing she picked up a grape and popped it in.
She was half way through her second glass before she realized the knots in her stomach had loosened, her nerves relaxed and her body buzzed with an eager anticipation. Primed and ready for a hard, fast fuck before some long, slow sex, and then everything in between, she growled at the slow-ticking clock. If Stefan waited too much longer, she'd lose her high.
"Come on, honey." She muttered. "Clock out already or I'm going to start without you…"
She straightened.
Start without him?
Bonnie tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. Okay, so once she'd overheard Stefan and his roommate talking about how hot it was to watch a girl get herself off. She'd never done it in front of Stefan before though. Hell, she'd never done it alone.
But now she wondered. Experimentally, she set her glass on the table, trailing her hand over the condensation before lowering her damp fingers down her silk-clad stomach until she reached the apex of her thighs. Touching herself though the thin fabric, she gasped.
A zing of pleasure zipped through her veins and down the insides of her thighs until her painted toenails tingled.
Bonnie jerked her hand away. Lips parted, she stared wide-eyed at her spread hand for a good two seconds before she burst out laughing.
Wow, that felt good. All that sensation rioting through her, and she'd barely grazed herself with the tip of her fingernail. And here she'd always assumed masturbation was created purely for lonely, pathetic losers.
She wanted to tug her panties off and experiment a little more, stroke her clit and thrust a couple finger up her vagina. Her pussy was already throbbing to give it a go. But her seduction scene wasn't quite complete. Rushing now, she went to work lighting the dozen long stem candles she'd set out. Once finished, she let out a breath.
As she poured herself more champagne, she finally heard the key in door lock.
Oh, god she spun toward the kitchen entrance and stared at the dark opening that led into the hall.
He was home.
It was show time.
Setting down her glass she flipped off the overhead lamp. The room plunged into a dim wavering flickering of candlelight. Grinning to herself, Bonnie hurried back to the table. Down the hall, the front down opened. Working quickly, she pushed aside the champagne and turned to hike her bare ass onto the surface of the table. The cool wood caused the skin on her arms to prickle and her nipples to twitch.
In the living room, the sound of footsteps shuffling across the floor. The rattle of jingling metal let her know he'd thrown down his keys.
Wanting to strike an impressionable pose, Bonnie used her heel to push out on of the high-backed chairs and set on foot on the seat. She propped the other foot on the table next to her.
Royally exposed with her knees spread as far apart as they would go and only a thin layer of silk shielding her pussy from direct exposer to the doorway, she blew out a breath, but kept the pose.
She wanted it to be more than obvious what was on her mind when Stefan saw her. And she wanted him to react instantly. No beating around the bush; this was meant to be an in-your face seduction.
Reaching down, she cupped herself, lightly stroking the moist heat permeating from the crotch of her silk panties. Her body's reaction was instant.
Groaning, she pressed against the area a little harder, squeezing the lips around her clitoris together and grinding them over the sweet ache.
This was going to be good. This was going to be so right. Stefan was going to be stunned speechless.
Fucked speechless.
He must've heard her moan because suddenly footsteps echoed down the hall, nearing the kitchen.
"Hello?" A cautious male voice called so quietly she almost didn't hear him.
Bonnie continued to rub herself, working a little harder, rubbing quicker. Her body was on fire, responding immediately. She could come any second.
"Hey there, handsome." She answered, her voice husky with desire. Her head rolled sensuously back on her shoulders so her curly hair could spill down her spine. "I hope you're hungry."
Sixty seconds earlier…
Yawning as he unlocked the front door of his apartment, Klaus Mikaelson slipped the strip of his laptop's carry case off his shoulder. Home sweet home.
Bleary eyed, he shuffled across his dark living room and let his computer fall onto the couch cushions. He needed sleep, a shower, and food, not necessarily in that order.
The sound of the neighbor's radio seeped through the wall again. Tonight, it was something jazzy and soft. Thank god.
It'd lull him right into unconsciousness.
He tossed his keys on the end table, humming under his breath along with the music. This melody wasn't typical for the neighbors. Usually they liked loud, fast beat hip-hop that kept him up until four in the morning. But this was nice. This was soothing.
Plopping onto an old plaid ottoman, he reached down and tore off a shoe. He was working off the second when he realized the music wasn't coming through the wall, but played somewhere inside his apartment.
Or maybe there was no music at all. It was all in his head.
Shaking his already sore skull-strained from work overload-Klaus sighed. He must be more tired than he thought. He needed to learn to clock out earlier.
All work and no play did not a sane Klaus make…
Straightening, he tilted his head and listened. No, he wasn't imagining it. There was definitely music flowing down the hall from his kitchen.
But music from his kitchen?
Frowning, Klaus pushed to his feet and started that way. When he reached the hallway, he saw the glimmer of dim light spilling from the kitchen entrance. The shifty way the glow flickered told him it had to be an open flame making the illumination.
Since his roommate had been the last person in the apartment, there was no telling how wrecked he'd left the joint. Jesus, Klaus could only imagine what appliance Stefan had forgotten to turn off this time. Already braced to find a hand towel ablaze on the stovetop and smoke pouring from the oven, he started back.
But he didn't get more than a step before he heard the strangest sound.
Falling to a stop, he paused and cocked as ear.
Now that noise sounded too human to be some mechanical error. Jerking back into action, he quickened his pace, wondering if it was an intruder or his roommate. But, no, he remembered, it couldn't be Stefan. Salvatore's car hadn't been in the parking garage when Klaus pulled in three minutes ago.
"Hello?" He called.
Besides, why would stef sit in the dark kitchen without calling out a greeting?
Then Klaus got his answer.
"Hey there, handsome." A low, sexy female voice cooed. "I hope you're hungry."
What the hell?
Frowning he stopped in the entrance.
And froze solid.
If he'd be a cartoon character, his jaw would've dropped to the floor, his tongue rolling across the ceramic tiles and his eyes would've bugged about a foot from their sockets.
But holy mother of god.
If he'd known he was going to come home to find Bonnie Bennett draped across his dining table like the last supper, touching herself, he wouldn't have lingered at the gas station to buy a fucking candy bar.
Was he hungry? Ha! He was fucking starving. And his appetite grew to full erection. His cock had never gotten so hard so fast before in his life. As swollen flesh strained against his briefs, all the blood fled his head and dizziness swamped him.
"Where should we start?" She asked. "Here?" Her hand landed on a bottle of chocolate syrup, then shifted to caress a bowl full of strawberries. "Here? Or here?" Then, bless the saints in heaven, she touched herself again, burying her fingers against her pussy mound and sucking in a breath as she arched her back, which spread her legs further apart and displayed a better view of the goods.
He let out a hoarse groan and clutched the doorframe for support.
She gave a sexy chuckle. "Guess that answers my question." She said, and pushed aside the obstructive cloth of her panties, giving him an unrestricted inspection of pure woman, trimmed bare except for a sexy little patch of hair hiding her femininity.
As she caressed herself, dipping her finger into her glistening vagina only to pull it free to lubricate her clit in a swirling pattern, Klaus began to sweat.
Why was she doing this to him? Where the hell was Stefan? Why was he just standing there, watching?
Temptation had never been this painful. His balls were tight enough to crack walnuts and beyond ready to free semen. He ached. All he had to do was take the last few steps to her, unzip, and slide his cock home.
Oh, Jesus.
Klaus groaned again. He wanted Bonnie, had always held a special lust spot in his lions for her.
Well, not just in his lions actually. She was one of the sweetest, most innocent, freshly honest females he'd ever known. He loved her smile. Her laugh. The way she treated Stefan. But Salvatore insisted she was a one-man type.
Was his roommate wrong? Or did she simply want to cheat on his best friend- except that didn't sound like Bonnie's style either.?
Tempted to say fuck it and then fuck her blind, he merely stood there and gaped as she continued to fingerfuck herself, massaging her pussy until it bloomed open, so glistening wet that his mouth watered for a taste. His tongue wanted to lap up those juices and plunge into her pussy for some more.
His knees gave out, so he slumped in a heap to the floor in the doorway, forced to watch as her ministrations became harried, harder. Her back bowed, her knees spread even wider. And she panted, so close to the edge, he had to clutch his crotch and squeeze to abate the pain.
"Holy shit." He whispered. "Holy shit."
She came, gasping and withering on his kitchen table, her legs thrown open so far he could see France as she spasmed and juiced her fingerers.
"Mmm…" was all he could utter as his entire being shook with the force of his need for release.
She sighed, appeased, and sat upright, her eyes slumberous as she grinned across the kitchen and curled her index finger, motioning him forward.
"Stefan…" she murmured her voice husky and entrancing. "What're you still doing over there, silly? Come finish me. I need your dick deep inside me where I can't reach. I need it so bad."
"Holy shit." He said again, his jaw dropping open.
Oh, damn. This hadn't been planned for him, after all.
"Baby?" She said, her eyes crinkling with worry. "What's wrong?"
He swallowed and staggered to his feet.
"I…" Unable to talk, he stepped from the shadows of the hall and into the light of the kitchen so she could see his face.
Eyes widening, she gasped and jumped off the table, covering herself with a nearby hand towel.
"Oh my god Klaus!"
Hee Hee I know, I'm a total perv right? Either that or i'm a horn dog...maybe a bit of both lol
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