"What is that?"
"These are speakers, love."
"No, I mean, what are you doing with them?" she crinkled her nose.
He continued to set up the rather large speakers around the room. They all connected back to the same CD player. When he produced a CD from his jacket pocket, he slid it into the machine and smirked.
He made his way over to the still tied up blonde with a silk handkerchief. "You see, Caroline, not many people know this but Beethoven was a revolutionary of his time. His symphonies were dramatic and passionate like nothing else. He was sensational."
Confusion set in her eyes just before they were covered up. "I don't listen to boring classical music."
"Tsk. I think a certain baby vampire needs to bite her tongue or I'll do it for her," Klaus chastised. "What I have on this CD is Symphony number 3, the first movement "Eroica". While no one can be as great as the original, the conductor, Leonard Bernstein, does come close."
The first blasts if violins set her awareness to the edge. A soft part filled the room. He smoothed his hand up her arm. In beat with the sharper violins, he licked her fingers individually, setting her on fire. She noticed the pattern: with the soft measures, he used his hands, but with the booming parts, he used his mouth.
Klaus ghosted over her neck and breasts. She arched up to get more contact but he withdrew. At the fast part, he began to nibble down her throat. It was too light. She cried out at frustration.
"Klaus," she moaned, "please stop teasing."
With another sweet, slow tempo, his nails scraped across her ribs then down to her hips. It was torturously slow and lasted so long. She willed the music to go faster, to go at a demolishing rate, and it exploded. He bit her breast, drawing blood as his hands clawed down her stomach. She screamed at his sudden frantic pace, with every strike of the swelling violins, he took more bites. He licked the bleeding marks on the flat plane of her stomach. Her body hummed as she arched up, lusting for more contact.
The music quieted. However, instead of going to the place she wanted most, he withdrew completely. When she felt his touch on her feet, she purred. The rhythm of his fingers on her legs had her crying out.
He kissed along the underside of her calf. She felt hot and fevered. She was melting. If he didn't end this soon, she might die. But he continued in pattern with the music, building her up only to withdraw. It was torture of the very best kind.
The music was soft for a long period of time. He dallied by making circles on her breast and leg. He was barely caressing her thigh.
"More, more!" she begged.
That's when relief came from the music. It swiftly boomed alive, growing more intense and harder, reaching some form of climax. His lips finally covered where she needed. His tongue lapped up her nectar before thrusting. Her walls tightened as she moaned loudly.
"Crescendo," Klaus groaned before sinking his teeth into her inner thigh.
She screamed his name as she came. Breathing heavily, she silently wished she could see him.
He kissed her lips while the music quieted, whispering, "…and diminuendo."
"Bravo," she breathed, trying to regain composure.
He released her from the blindfold and he abruptly inhaled. She was staring up at him with complete desire and satisfaction in those pretty blue eyes.
Klaus looked away. There was no way she's had a change of hearts this fast. It was only two nights ago that she expressed her desire to kill him. He couldn't release her.
"It must be painful for you, Klaus."
He didn't reply, unsure of her meaning.
Caroline continued, "Here you have the girl you love, tied up and in your bed, and all you can do is taste her. I could help you take care of your… needs."
He stood from the side of her bed, bit his wrist, and placed it on her lips. "I can take care of myself, love. I don't plan on rushing this. I want you completely mine before I let you free."
She couldn't think of an answer to that. She wasn't even sure of her own feelings. A part of her still rebelled against the very thought of him. But another part wanted to give in so badly.
"Your friends are convinced Silas has you. It's quite funny. I'm glad we don't have to deal with their rubbish anymore."
Somehow, she couldn't muster up the emotion to care about that. He really has tainted her. Or maybe he's just released what was inside of her all along.
"Klaus," she called after him.
He paused at the doorway.
"Classical music is very exciting."
He turned to smile genuinely at her. "I'm glad you see it my way."
