Happy Valentine's Day. This chapter however isn't quite romantic. Love you guys. 3 (Hi everyone, please do forgive my recklessness. I just realized this morning just a few minutes following the update of chapter 15 that this chapter is nothing but a lousy draft that was mistakingly published instead of the final version that I had stored in my computer. You know after losing chapter 10 because of a wicked virus that ravaged my computer system, I began to save my work on my devices to avoid a similar scenario. I have like 3 or 4 drafts of this chapter and only one of them was meant to be published, so today I decided to share with you the best version because you ;my dear fans, deserve it. Sorry again and enjoy the read)
Previously
"Alright" she breathed out in a level tone. "It's funny, you make it sound as if I asked your permission and you've just granted it. You're a Jezebel, it's the kernel of your job to cater to my wishes" "And I know my job perfectly sir" Her ran his finger through the entire length of her hair before he replied "Call me Marcel if you want"
After searching for minutes, but to no avail, his only recourse was to summon help from the security manager. The latter promised that the maid would be located in few minutes thanks to the camera systems. Klaus was introduced to a chamber with lots of screens plastered across the wall. Each one showed a different angle from the 6th floor. They both sat and watched the screen that was connected to the bathroom entrance. The soundless footage had so far shown random ladies hovering at the door, and none of them could be identified as the handmaid. Klaus felt like leaving halfway through the video, his patience had already reached its peak. He chewed on his bottom lip nervously while he stared at the screen as long as it took him to figure out the most painful way to get back with her. He couldn't wait to make her regret the day she came out of her mother's womb.
"That must be her" the man seated beside him pointed to a lady wearing a knee length black dress.
"No, it's not her" Klaus snorted.
All his life he had despised double-crossers. Although a part of him ached for her.
Was aching the right word? Because it felt likewise. But his proud, unforgiving side was enraged by what she did. No one was immune to Klaus Mikaelson's wrath. The scales were tipped, his yearning translated into loathing and right now, the only thing he languished for was her pulsating throat between his hands.
His narrowed, cold eyes bore onto the screen until he saw Hayley clumping behind a gaggle of Jezebels and his brows angled upwards.
"It's her" he said, urging the man to pause the video.
The clever maid had found someone to swap clothes with and she appeared almost unrecognizable with her hair twisted into a bun. It took him a fraction of second to guess the person from whom she borrowed the new outfit.
Miss black lingerie.
"Of course" he sneered.
"Your handmaid is heading eastwards" he raised his head to the upper screen, following the direction of the manager's pointing.
"I walked that corridor!" Klaus exclaimed when he saw his handmaid charge into the hallway. The manager pointed to another screen that showed her body disappear into a room.
"Yeah just after she had gotten there"
"Whose room is this?"
"A minute mr. Mikaelson" He pressed a few buttons before he announced "Marcel Gerard, a regular member".
Klaus' first reaction was utter confusion and shock, then confusion. The second that followed, he brought a hand to his head, feeling his skull threatening to fall off his neck, slowly a mixed-up smile formed on his lips before he let out a crazy laughter. The manager stared at him in bewilderment.
"The scumbag" he scoffed as he pulled out his cellphone from his pocket.
"As you can see sir, she's been there for 15 minutes"
Fifteen minutes were long enough to strip a woman down and screw her in at least three different positions. Marcel Gerard was someone he thought he would never see again after the war. He was a despicable filthy rich businessman known for his propensity for alcoholism and group sex. A too wild a man for such an uneventful city like Gaya. A few years ago, they used to be best friends until the lord busted him sleeping with his sister Rebekah, then with another woman Klaus used to have the hots for, and now he was meddling with his handmaid.
Klaus stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. The hallway resounded with his fast paced footsteps. His phone still pressed to his ear, waiting for Marcel to pick up. But the latter didn't answer his calls.
"This is Marcel Gerard, please do leave the message at the tone", an automated female voice rhapsodized.
Klaus dialed again, but Marcel wouldn't pick up.
He funneled all his anger to his feet and began to run. Her whereabouts were known, he should be relieved, or at least less worried. Yet nothing of that did happen. His mind was still in overdrives.
Stupid maid. little did she know that by fleeing the bad wolf, she fell into a worse one.
After he sprinted down the corridor, Klaus paused for a moment to catch his breath and collect his thoughts. Perhaps he should call Marcel one last time. He took his phone and called again.
The room felt suffocatingly hot, although they hadn't still gotten into the bath tub. Hayley was pinned to a ceramic tiled wall underneath Marcel's strong arms. Each hand wrapped around her wrist while he nipped at the base of her neck hungrily and she whimpered, it seemed the only thing she could do at the moment, gasp and whimper. The knowledge that he was going to fuck her right after he got enough of snipping off her skin was terrifying. His phone didn't stop ringing, but he didn't give a hoot, she could use that to distract him.
"Your phone" she writhed in discomfort.
"I know" he whispered quietly as his hand reached for her chin. "Do you like it?" he guided her hand to his hardness, her eyes widened an impeccable amount at how well-endowed he was. His brows arched in amusement at her blatant shock. She could hear the unverbalized words in his mind, he was ready to have her. Panic overloaded in Hayley when he spread her legs and lifted her thigh upwards, taking her off-guard.
"I take it as a Yes"
She couldn't believe that he interpreted her overt disgust as a YES!
Fearing of losing balance, she lay her arms over his shoulder for support, allowing him to lift her whole body higher until his throbbing manhood found its way between her legs. He buried his face deep inside the valley of her breasts and began to lick at the pale skin, using his teeth to pull down her bra cup. Hayley's eyes set in a fixed plotting stare down the glass vase on the sink base. Should the sex act begin, she knew what to do.
Suddenly, a loud bang on the door resounded in the room. Hayley cast an odd look at Marcel who leaned back slightly to meet her eyes before they heard another bang followed by a recognizable voice.
"Marcel I know you're here" She immediately recognized Klaus's voice.
Shit!
They both stood still, sharing a moment of puzzlement, she for getting busted so fast and he for only god knows.
"Are you expecting someone?" she uttered in a barely audible voice.
"No" he nodded curtly.
"Marcellus open the bloody door!"
Marcel was mulling over whom the very familiar voice belonged to and doubtless to say that he had a glimpse of who his visitor was when he heard his name being called the second time.
"I'll be back" he paced to the door after he had wrapped a towel around his waist.
If frustration could be turned into a tragic play, her situation at that moment would make the entire plot. Yes. Hayley's journey hit its end and everything felt flat like a pack of cards. She'd better come up now with a persuasive alibi to shield herself from her master's wrath. If only she had time and energy for that.
Marcel opened the door and was unsurprised to find Klaus Mikaelson standing in front of him with an indignant scowl.
"I didn't have to look through the peephole. Some people's presence is so … foreseeable"
The lord's eyes raked the exposed body of the man before him, wondering what potential reason behind his half-nudity before he countered "And some other's presence is so delightful, yours is not one of them of course"
"Give your chocolate bear a hug" he spread his arms, a bright smile flashing over his face.
"I'll probably give you more than that if you return what you took from me"
Klaus walked past Marcel into the room and he could practically feel the eyeroll behind him.
"I don't know what you're talking about, how can I help you?"
"She's tall, big green eyes, with long hazelnut hair and a perfect waistline" with an impenetrable poker face, the lord replied.
"Let me guess, a baby giraffe?" Jabbed Marcel with a smile that quickly faded when he received a deadly look from Klaus.
"Alright, I know what you're talking about, but I didn't take anything, the Jezebel barged in begging for help"
"She's not a Jezebel or whatever lies she told you. She's my handmaid and I recommend you immediately ask her to come out from under the bed" Klaus' eyes were surveying the room.
"Your handmaid is in the bathroom" Marcel pointed to the door "now I understand why she called you clingy"
"I just can't get rid of you, can I? our paths cross no matter how hard I tried to prevent it. I should have killed you that night" his words ranged between gravity and humor as he spun around to the other side of the room.
"It's not my fault that pretty things always bump into me"
Klaus breathed in, his hand rested on the doorknob, before he said "You have two minutes to wear something decent and leave this room, I need a word with her in private" his tone was dramatically low.
Like a boy taking orders from his elders, Marcel nodded submissively, making his way to the closet "I was going to leave anyways"
He began to dress up. Klaus turned around and waited until his friend was done changing before he asked him for the keys. The latter handed them willingly then left the room without saying a word.
Upon his friend's departure, Klaus returned to his earlier spot, in front of the door. He had barely opened it when he felt a hard object crashing roughly against his left shoulder, causing him to lose balance and squeal in pain. Hayley sprinted past his arched body, the towel holder she attacked him with was still in her hand. Everything went so fast that she was not sure if she had missed his head or not but she quickly realized that she'd failed in rendering him completely harmless when a pair of strong arms pulled her backwards before her hand could even reach the doorknob and she found herself hugging the floor. How clumsy of her to make that sprint without having thought of taking her louboutines off.
"Get away from me" she cried, kicking and screaming. He was already on top of her, watching her eyes widen in fear.
"That was ambitious of you" he growled in her ear, running a hand through her brownish locks before he grabbed a fistful of it to lift her head from the cold floor. Hayley's hand found its way to his balls and she used her longest fingernail to dig it inside his prized possessions. Agonized by her assault, he tightened his grip on her hair, pulling it up once again and before she could even realize it, his palm landed flat against her face, sending her neck snapping to the other side. Her head banged roughly against the floor and she thought she had passed out for a few seconds, or maybe she had.
"Don't you play the dead with me" he grabbed her chin so hard, not allowing her time to recover from his slap.
"Open your eyes" and she eventually fluttered her eyes open.
"Let me go" she could barely speak the words now that his hand was grabbing her jaw so hard it might crack.
"I will"
Klaus stood up abruptly after releasing her chin, still wearing a spine-chilling look and watched her intently for a moment as if he was contemplating his next move. For someone who had just been hit with an iron holder, he looked dangerously calm and not the least affected by her poorly-plotted attack. He was strong, albeit not that muscular, and she clearly made a mistake by underestimating him. Hayley sat up slowly, her head was throbbing from the slap, and the first thing she did was touch her burning cheek. He walked towards the door, his face still directed her way, and he locked it twice. When she heard the click of the door being shut her body stiffened. She didn't look up at first, she didn't want to acknowledge where the situation headed and no matter how much she tried to escape his glare, her eyes would unintentionally divert to it. He had an ominous look, grimmer than the one he had on their former intercourse.
He hooked a finger under his awry necktie, smoothing it out from under his jacket and it felt like he had ridden himself of the full spectrum of emotions with the piece of fabric. His passive eyes were devoid of feelings, not even anger, or contempt. Feelings are emotional sensations experienced by human being but humanity could not be equated with Klaus' current state.
It must be so satisfying to watch her eying the towel holder from the corner of her eyes and not be able to take it, only serving as a reminder of who was in control in the room.
Klaus took a few steps forward and asked her, his tone was downright acerbic "get up" knowing already the face that she would make, he urged, his foot tapping impatiently on the floor "don't glare at me and get up" she looked away stubbornly before she snarled, rage transforming her face "Why don't you kill me?"
"I will, metaphorically, when the time comes and I it did" he finished the line with a kick against her thigh "Now get up, whore"
"I'm not a whore you son of .." she didn't get to finish her words as he grabbed her arm violentl, forcing her on her feet. Before she could insult him any further he throw her onto the bed and she crawled away on her back. Her mind was being dragged back into a series of painful flashback of that night. He was up to no good.
He rolled up his sleeves, revealing a strong forearm dusted with blond hair, then wrapped the tie around his hand, eyes stark lifeless. With the little bit of strength left on her, she rolled over to leave the bed but the weight of his body halted her movement. Her arms were already twisted behind her back and he quickly snapped the necktie between her wrists.
"Let me go, let me go" she shrilled in fear, her breathing quickened beyond her ability to catch up.
When he was done tying up her wrists together, and somehow she was shocked at how quick he was, leaving her wonder if he had done this many times before, he flipped her around. She narrowed her eyes in apprehension when she felt his hands retreat from her shoulders. He was standing in front of her with one knee on the bed, watching her trying and failing to loosen the tight knot by giving rough jerks. She squirmed again, panting in panic until she gave up when she realized that she wasn't going to achieve anything like this, only fanning his desire further.
"Are you done?" he unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt as he seized her body up. She was a hell of a sight to behold.
Hayley used her elbows to sit up but ended up rolling on her side.
"I togged you in a 9800 dollar dress, allowed you into my limo and introduced you to the world as a Lady but alas out of everything I offered to you, you chose to be a Jezebel. A whore"
"It won't change the fact that you're a rapist" her words seemed to have an effect on him, it jolted him out of his poker face.
"Tell yourself whatever can help you find sleep at night."
"You raped me. Admit it! I looked into your eyes and I begged you to stop but you didn't, while knowing that every fiber in my body was rejecting you, yet you enjoyed every bit of it. Till the end" now she was choking on her own words because at this point she could no more hold back her tears. Those words she spent long bitter nights rehearsing again and again, waiting for the right time to burst them out were finally spoken. Her head shot up his way "What is wrong with you? Do you relish in my pain? Does it turn you on to take what is unrightfully yours by force? To rob me of all my freedom, my dignity and my self-worth leaving me nothing that I can recognize as the old me. I ran away because I was sick of your ruthlessness. Yet you ridiculously expect me to accept being treated like a sex doll when I'm supposed to have a life of my own somewhere with the people that I love. Now I'm stuck with a psychopathic sadist who channels all his frustration and self-loathing into angry sex because he has never been loved"
After listening to her fiery words, he felt a tinge of guilt. Everything she said was right, he was a sick, frustrated, self-loathing, sadist, ruthless, and above all, angry man. The handmaid saw it all in just one month. She was one of the few people in his surroundings to know his dark side and fall victim to it at the same time. All the same, the ecstasy he derived from doing what he did couldn't be procured other way. Between the option of backing off and resuming what he had on mind, he would definitely go for the latter.
He took off his leather belt slowly then folded it so he was gripping both ends with one hand. She did a mistake and she needed to be taught a lesson. Period.
The handmaid had already tasted his palm across her face and she knew her body couldn't handle more violence. She would either embrace her role of a whore or piss him off further until he beat her to her own death.
"How dare you use that tone with me, let alone calling me all these names"
He clutched her ankles with each hand and pulled her entirely downward until her lower body was hanging off the bed, causing her skirt to rise up a few inches and she was completely bare to him.
"Don't you touch me you bastard!"
Every impulse he tried to suppress for the past few seconds was reinvading his mind with inordinate force upon seeing her intimate part. She was wearing no underwear and it was so hard, if not impossible, to control his lust for her that grew bigger than the bulge nestled between his thighs. Her breasts heaved up and down. Klaus was ready for the exploring and before he could even realize it he was pulling at the loose collar, elongating the fabric until he revealed her creamy breasts. She had the perfect roundness with the perfect hue of pink on her nipples. He ground his body against hers, allowing her to feel his prominent erection, and with both hands he forced her legs apart to nearly a split. A whimper escaped her lips without her consent when he positioned himself between her thighs, each arm hooked under the back of her toned thighs and not before long she was rendered completely paralyzed.
"Get off of me" her pleas evolved into desperate outshouts as he began to rough kiss the valley between her breasts. He purposed to make her suffer till she succumb.
Her chest rose jerkily and his hungry tongue laved her mound in a gulp of air before it took her sensitive nipple into his mouth. He tweaked it with his teeth while his left hand kneaded her other breast roughly, almost awkwardly, and she felt she was being boiled alive.
"Stop it" her No's and Don't's were treated as yes.
With ravenous greed, he kept devouring her tits like a starving man, making her buds turn into swollen red buttons. Hayley's pleas were silenced by the dominance of his hand over her mouth. The room delved into a dreadfull quiet, save the sulpring sounds produced by his lips and tongue that overpowered her muffled pants. The suckling went like forever. He wouldn't stop as though he was trying to draw milk out of them.
There's a saying that goes " Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power" And right now, Klaus was exerting power and control to validate his status as the alpha male in the room.
He tackled the other breast. With that, she cursed "bastard", his teeth reacted to the foul word and she felt him bite down harder.
The lord thought that being powerful was going to get him what he wanted, and it did. Though it didn't matter to Hayley whether he was the master of the house or the universe, she just kept calling him bastard while he ravished her bosom with his teeth and lips. She was stubbornly defiant and indifferent to his warnings, but he was going to tame her into submission.
He lifted his gaze up then latched his hand around her breasts, squeezing them concupiscently while he chewed at her nipples for longer than it should be. Slowly, he descended the other hand to her slit and caressed the central flesh. She was unexpectedly so dry despite the prolonged fondling.
A thick fog of lust clouded his mind, Klaus was letting his manhood decide for his brain. He ran a hand through his damp locks and closed his eyes, allowing himself clearer thoughts before he nudged a finger inside of her and waited for her to react.
"owe .. owe..owe" her brows were knit together as she darted her glossy eyes to his.
Her voice came out so weak and it evanesced into the air like steam. He stopped for a moment and shot her big tear-filled eyes a glare. This woman was a curse, an exquisite curse, to herself more than to anyone.
"You deserve a severe punishment one for being an ill-mouthed brat and two for ruining what was supposed to be a productive night".
He flipped her over onto her stomack and gave her a spank in midair, eliciting a yelp from her. Then pulled her elbows inward so tight so her behind was level with his abs.
"Remember that all this could have been avoided"
"Fuck you" she roared and SLAPP he delivered a powerful smack across her butt cheek with his belt, taking her completely by surprise. At first, it stung like hell then it went past stinging to burning. Without giving her time to catch her breath, he rose his hand and brought the belt down in harsh slices and she was fast to respond with a cry. She shook her head uncontrollably in an attempt to break free from his grip but the third whip immobilized her whole body and she couldn't help but beg him to stop like a supplicant sinner seeking forgiveness.
"Please stop it hurts"
But Klaus continued to bring the belt down on her buttocks until he lost himself in the task. He no longer heard her screaming as he closed her eyes, only the sound of the belt against her marred skin. It felt like he entered into a state of nirvana, where nothing no longer mattered, feeling swallowed by the darkness within. He was hitting so fast, so hard until his wrist began to hurt, and that's when he regain touch with reality. He stopped and opened his eyes, not knowing what went wrong with him. He looked down at the row of red marks across her behind. She was sobbing and gasping for air, her body was trembling then it grew into shaking. Agony was wracking her frame and he was watching her with an empty look. She tilted her head on her side when she lost contact with his skin, she could no longer feel him behind her. He took off his shirt, his pants followed and he was naked by the time.
"I'm … am … sorry" she winced an apology, tears flowing down her cheeks, her pain and burn blazed anew when he rested a hand on her buttcheek. He responded with a stagnant look, reverting back to the endeavor he waited so long to undertake.
"Please ...don't do it, this is wrong" between hiccups she pled "please, I won't do it again. I'm sorry"
There she was, reaching the nadir of her existence. She was apologizing to her ravisher.
"I'm sorry"
He turned her on her back again and pushed her legs to her chest. She could feel the tip of his dick against her core.
"Please I have ….." Her voice cracked when he, without alert and all at once, thrust his cock with great force in her, filling her wholly, completely. Her walls stretched tightly around his large intrusive phallus and she evinced her suffering with an outcry.
Under this onslaught of pain that threatened to tear her apart at the seams, he delivered another thrust. The bed rattled as he began to pound her hard, his hands looped around her tiny waist while he slammed frantically his pelvis against her heart-shaped butt. The lewed sound of the skin hitting against skin, followed by Hayley's yelping filled the room.
Being angry was one thing, but being angry at oneself was far worse. The motive of this whipping was to release his anger, only it served to make it grow twice as much. She screamed insanely as he kept taking his dick almost all the way outside of her and forcing it back hard inside. She was so tight and dry, something that he never experienced with a woman's body. He could go slowly but it wasn't an option at that moment, he wanted it hard and brutal and with every thrust, it felt like he was making a statement, telling her that she was entirely his.
Hoping to keep any shred of dignity left on her, Hayley tugged at her restraint. She struggled as much as she could until she found herself unable to do anything but to let herself violated. He slowed down a bit just to hit back with a series of merciless lunges, the headboard banged against the wall, the entire bed shook, the mattress bounced, her voice went hoarse from screaming. Her walls were so tight, failing to adjust to his languid thrusts. And in the middle of all that, Klaus groaned in pleasure like a crazed beast. When he was done with this position he opted for another one with her head buried down and her firm butt held in the air. He basked for a moment in the exhilarating view of her derriere. She was panting like she had ran kilometers, moaning her indignation in a way that fuled his body with nothing but sin. Klaus was yet to have his fill of her. He pulled her hair backwards, forcing her back to arch for him until it collided against his sweaty chest and for what felt like a lenghty hour, he pumped her so furious, so fast while nibbling at her neck, not caring about leaving marks. He wanted to mark every spot of her body. There was no love, no empathy in the room, just hate, pure incontestable hate. Finally, with the final thrust that Klaus buried so deep inside her, he reached his release. His potent seed took root inside of her and filled her womb to the brim. Hayley couldn't know if it was his semen that oozed from her or something else. He slowly loosened his grip on her hair and her body plumped on the mattress on a heap.
He closed his eyes, drew three long breaths before he opened them at the disturbing scene before him.
Klaus leaned over and released her hands. While doing so, she mumbled a few incoherent words with her nose barred between the sheets and her eyes shut. He did not pay attention until he looked down and saw red spots between his legs. He wiped the dot with the back of his heels and it left a red trail under his shoe.
"I'm…be…" her voice was so weak, barely audible.
He checked his body, his hands and found nothing.
"am … blee" Klaus had to bend over to hear her muttering "Bleeding .. am bleed" those were her final words before she blacked out.
He turned her on her side and was shocked to see the copious red stains on the cover.
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