Hey guys! Little warning that it gets a little bit 'steamy' shall we say, in this chapter. Hope you like it?
Much love! ️
TVD
Feeling pleased with myself for getting one over on Damon for the first time in my fucked up existence, but pissed that I have to still stay here, I stomp up to the room I have been given and flop on to the bed. It doesn't take long before I am sleeping like a baby.
I wake up the next day still feeling pissed at my predicament. I quickly have a shower before realising that I have no clean clothes to put on. Shit! Wrapping a towel around my torso, I search around the upstairs for something to wear. After searching umpteen rooms, and finding nothing, I enter Klaus' room. Heading over to his overly large closet, I find some sweats and a T-shirt.
I go back to the room I am stuck with to get myself dressed, having to put back on my dirty bra as I have no choice. I opt for going commando, not wanting to rewear my panties. That's just nasty! I towel dry my hair and brush my teeth with an unopened brush that was in the bathroom before leaving the room.
Entering the kitchen, I see Klaus standing by the cooker.
"Whatcha cooking, fugly looking?" I ask, Klaus fixes me with a stern glare.
"Watch your mouth!" He orders, pointing a finger my way. I chuckle at my ability to piss him off so quick.
"Are you wearing my clothes?" He asks, seeming amused.
"Well, yeah... it's not like I have got anything else to wear, is it?!" I shake my head.
"Stay out of my room!" He turns back to the stove.
"It's a good job you're skinny like a chick, or else I would have to walk around naked." Klaus growls at my insult.
"Where's Elijah?" I quickly change the subject.
"He is out. He won't be back for a couple of hours, but don't worry Love, I shall be here with you the whoole time!" He makes it sound like a good thing!
"Yay! Great! I'm so excited... Not!" I roll my eyes at him.
Klaus places a plate down in front of me. There is a full English breakfast just waiting to be devoured. My mouth waters just looking at it.
"Wow! Um, thanks!" I say. He doesn't reply, just sits down opposite me with his own breakfast.
It was so awkward that I couldn't even finish it. Standing up and leaving the table, I stop when I hear Klaus' voice.
"And where do you think you're going?" He asks me, sounding like I have just kicked his cat.
"To the living room. Why?"
"You haven't finished your breakfast!"
"Yeah, I'm done." I proceed to walk away.
I am almost by the door when Klaus roars at me.
"GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!" I ignore him, continuing on my way and flip him the bird as I exit the kitchen.
The sound of cutlery slamming on the plate and a chair scraping across the floor makes me panic. I start to run before Klaus snatches me up before I make even a couple of steps.
"What the fuck?" I exclaim at the sudden feeling of being lifted in to the air.
Klaus drops me to back on my feet, wrapping his arm across my chest and smacks me 10 times.
"HOLD YOUR BLOODY TONGUE!" He shouts at me when he finishes. He then repeats his earlier action of lifting me back up off my feet and carrying me through to the living room.
He swiftly sits on the leather sofa, dropping me on to his lap.
"You will learn to be respectful whilst under my roof, do you understand?" I stay silent, to pissed to even answer him. His response to my lack of response? He swats my butt extra hard.
"YEOOOW!" I scream out loud.
"I said, do you understand?" He asks again.
"Yes, I understand, all right? Jeez!"
No more words are spoken on his part, he opts to just give me a sound thrashing instead.
This spanking is very much like Elijah's from yesterday. Very bad! I am finding it impossible to stay quiet.
"AH! Okay. Okay. I get it! No more sassing. No more cussing. Enough!" My butt is really beginning to hurt now, so I give in and I try to push myself off of his lap, he tightens his hold around my waist.
"Ah Ah Ah, little Salvatore, I'm not quite finished with you yet." My heart skips a beat hearing this. It stops completely when I feel him grab at the waist band of his sweats that I am wearing.
"No! No don't!" I reach back and grab them myself, trying to keep them in place.
He yanks them down with ease, like I didn't even have a finger on them.
"No panties...?" He lets out a small breath of air. "Well that makes it worse for you, Love!"
With the sweats pooling around my knees, my naked domes presented before him, he resumes his earlier assault only this time the sting is seriously unbearable. The slapping sound as his hand meets my bare bottom is disgusting. He doesn't hold back on his strength either.
"AAAAHHH! PL-HE-HEEEEASE! STOOOP!" I scream. Sobs wracking my body. "Kl-KLOOOOWHAHOOWS! NO-NO MORE! I'LL BE AAAHHH, I'LL BE GOOD!"
I give in. Excepting every spank without protest. Klaus finishes with a final 20 swats to each of my sit spots. I carry on sobbing, not even daring to try and move, not that I think I could even if I wanted to. I am vaguely aware of Klaus pulling up the sweats to cover up my butt.
I am taken off guard at his sudden gentleness as he lightly pats my back, making shushing sounds. The tenderness he is showing now goes against everything I have thought of him. Of what everyone thinks of him. This is strange and stirs up even stranger feelings inside of me.
Klaus pulls me up from laying on his lap, only to place me so I am now sitting on it. Tears are still making trails down my face as I bring my eyes up to meet his. Without even thinking about what I am doing, I lean towards him, planting my lips roughly on his.
For a short moment, Klaus remains still, a shocked expression on his face. I start to feel slightly embarrassed until he returns my kiss. Before I can even consider what the hell I'm doing, we are kissing each other with urgency. Our tongues dancing around each others mouths, circling one another.
Without breaking the kiss, I reposition myself so I am straddling him, one leg on either side of his. I can feel his erection bulging from his jeans, pressing against my core. I bring a hand up and grab a fist full of his hair, pulling his head closer to mine, I hold his face with my other hand.
I feel Klaus' hands slowly stroking my back, trailing their way down towards my ass, leaving an electric tingle in their wake and stopping when he has a cheek in each one. I hiss as he roughly squeezes them, igniting the fire that he had just lit during my spanking.
I begin to grind on him, getting more aroused with the friction it causes. Throwing my head back, I groan loudly. I need more.
Klaus seems to know this as he removed his hands from my ass and quickly pulls off my top, discarding it on the floor beside us. He then begins to grope my breasts from over my bra, rubbing and squeezing them as he kisses my neck. I feel his teeth scrape against my skin which elicits a guttural moan from deep within me.
"Take it off," I manage to whisper to him, referring to my bra. His left hand quickly wraps behinds me and unclasps it with ease. I slide it down my arms, revealing my naked breasts to him. He stares at them momentarily, a smile forming on his lips before he licks one of my swollen buds. I can see the lust in his eyes which excites me.
My nipples are hard and inviting, begging to be touched.
"Please..." I raise slightly off his lap, pulling his face towards my swollen nipples.
"Do you want me to play with them, Love," Klaus asks. I grunt for an answer. "What was that? I need a verbal response sweetheart!" His voice is smooth and seductive.
"Yes... mmmmm"
He doesn't wait any longer, placing his mouth on my left breast, his hand caressing my right. I squeal as he sucks, flicking my nipple with his tongue. His thumb and pointer finger twisting and squeezing the other. This feels so good! I can feel my folds getting wetter, my clit becoming more sensitive. I grind myself harder on him, the feeling of his erection against my sensitive spot is pure bliss.
Removing his mouth away from me, getting a moan in response, he leans back a little so he can see my face.
"Do you like that, Love?" He asks, his voice remaining seductive.
"Hmmmm yes. So very much," I tell him, wanting him to continue. No, NEEDING him to continue. I have never felt so good in my life!
He doesn't immediately comply. He continues to stare at me, giving me a very sexy smile. I think he is enjoying watching me suffer.
"Klaus, please..." I beg him.
His name repeats in my head. Klaus. Klaus. Klaus. KLAUS! What the fuck am I doing? I push against his chest, making my self fly away from him.
"Oh my god, what am I doing?" I say out loud, wrapping my arms around my exposed chest.
Klaus says nothing, a confused look marring his face.
"I-I have to go." I say, retrieving my clothes off of the floor. I vamp out of the room as fast as I can, not stopping until I get to the room Elijah brought me to.
I replace my clothing as quickly as I can, then throw myself on the bed. I mentally start berating myself. What the fuck is up with me? Why the hell did I do that? I must have gone mad!
I make my way downstairs almost an hour later, only because I need a drink. I swallow the contents of the glass without stopping, yet it doesn't take away my thirst. I need blood. Unfortunately, I don't know where they're kept here, so I'll have to go and ask.
Walking in to the room we was in earlier, I spot Klaus sitting on an ornate chair, a tumbler of alcohol in his hand, a scowl on his face.
"Where do you keep the blood bags?" I ask him, not beating around the bush. He turns his attention towards me straight away, the scowl remaining on his face. I squirm under his intense glare.
"Why?" He finally speaks. I know what he is asking, I just don't know what to say without pissing him off. I remain silent.
"ANSWER ME!" He roars, making me jump.
"B-because you're Klaus," I offer as an explanation.
Silence befalls us both as we stare at one another.
"I thought you liked it?" He cuts the atmosphere.
"I did," I admit, "but..."
"But what?" He replies.
"But you're Klaus! The hybrid dick who doesn't care about anyone but himself. The one who kills people without even thinking about it. You're not a nice person!" I explain my reasoning.
He has a hurt look on his face, but says nothing back to me. Finishing off his glass of bourbon, he stands up and walks passed me.
"The blood bags are in the drawer in the fridge." Are the parting words he says to me. I watch him as he grabs his car keys and wordlessly walks out the front door, gently closing it behind him.
I drain the blood straight from the bag before grabbing another one. This time I put it in a mug and heat it up. Taking it to the living room, I sit on the sofa and wait for one of the Michealsons to come home.
My mind starts to wander as I sit here. I suddenly remember Katherine escaped the tomb once Ric daggered Elijah. That broke his compulsion. I grin as I come up with a plan. All I need to do is find myself a stake. I didn't have to look too hard as I find the very same dagger Rik used in Klaus' room. I hide it in my 'room' and and wait for the perfect opportunity. Now it's just a waiting game.
Elijah arrives home a couple of hours later.
"Sophia, I'm happy that you are awake. Where is my brother? We have things we must discuss." He walks over to his drinks table, pouring himself a bourbon.
"He went out before," I inform him.
"Hmmmm," he squints his eyes at me. "My brother left you here alone? After I specifically told him not to? Well, this is an inconvenience."
Elijah talking is draining me. I couldn't care less about what he is chatting. My mind is too focused on a way to have someone 'kill' him so I can leave this damn house!
"What would you like for lunch, Sophia?" Elijah asks, making his way to the kitchen.
"Whatever..." Elijah gives me a fleeting look, shaking his head a little, then carries on walking.
"Tell me, what have you done today?" Elijah asks as I make my way to the kitchen table. I know he is just trying to have some pleasant chit-chat, but I am not in the mood to entertain him.
"Not much..." I reply, deciding to bypass the table and head for the fringe. "Can I have some blood?"
"Yes you may. Help yourself," he says as he bends down to get a pot from the cupboard.
Elijah is a decent guy, morally speaking, I just hate the fact that he is keeping me here against my will. I continue to be curt with him.
Elijah tries multiple times to get a conversation going with me, I just don't bite. He gives up and continues with the cooking. I watch him with a look of disinterest on my face as I sit down at the table. Right now is my personal definition of hell.
"Why are you really keeping me here?" Elijah turns his whole body to face me before answering.
"I believe I have already answered this question," he replies, keeping his eyes locked with mine.
"That's bullshit! What the fuck has my humanity got to do with you?" My anger is evident.
"Young Sophia, I am prepared to over look your vulgar mouth this one time, as I can see that you are clearly angry, but believe me when I say that if you continue I shall be forced to take you to hand."
His response is maddening but nothing less than I expected from him.
"Okay... well, what if I give you my word that I won't kill anyone if you let me go? That way, my humanity remains in tact and you'll have nothing to worry about?" I try to get him to see reason.
"Sophia, with the absence of your humanity, your word has little substance as you would not care if you broke it." He looks smug with his answer as he turns away from me to stir whatever is in the pot.
Before I get the chance to say anything else, the sound of the door bell rings through the house.
"I'll get it..." I say as I shove away from the table, not waiting for a reply from Elijah.
Opening the door I see a delivery guy holding a rather large parcel. I grin as an idea forms in my head.
"Just throw it over there," I tell him, pointing to the side table. The moment he passes the threshold, I get in to his face and compel him not to move. Taking a stance behind him, my arm wrapped around his neck, I call for Elijah.
"Hey, Elijah. Come here a minute..." he's here within seconds. His initial look is one of shock, but he quickly masks it with a look I can't decipher. His eyes are squinting, his mouth slightly pouted and his left eyebrow is raised.
"And what might your plan be, Sophia?" He asks me but before waiting for an answer, he continues "just know, if you continue to do what I think you are about to do, I will paddle your behind like you have never been paddled before. I give you my word that you will be one VERY sorry little girl!"
I consider his words carefully before answering him.
"Meh. At least you will have no reason to keep me here any longer..."
As I give my attention to the man in my grip, I remove my arm from around the delivery guys neck, about to place my hands on either side of his head, when I hear Elijah shout.
"WAIT!"
I look over to him, distracted long enough for someone else's hand to get a grip of my throat and yank me away from the guy. The hand slams me against the wall before I can see who it belongs to.
"What the hell is going on here?" A very pissed off looking Stefan demands.
Elijah quickly vamps to the delivery guy, compelling him to leave and forget what happened before pushing him out of the door, effectively out of my reach, then not so gently slamming it behind him.
"Um, you can let me go now, Stefan!" I say as I prise his hand away from my throat. He releases me instantly. His grip on my throat is replaced by Elijah's grip on my upper arm, pulling my roughly beside him as he makes his way back to the kitchen.
Elijah doesn't stop until he reaches the stove. Giving a quick stir to the contents in the pot, he then opens a drawer and pulls out a large wooden spoon. My breath hitches as figure out what his intentions are. I begin to struggle with all my might. His hand hurts a whole lot, there is no way I want him to use an implement!
Elijah stops next to the dining table, pulls out a chair to prop his foot on and swiftly drapes me over his raised lap with ease. My struggling and protests not making the slightest bit of difference.
"Tell me why you are in the position, Sophia?" Elijah asks, sounding very much like a school headteacher.
Dangling over his lap like wet washing on a line, I do the only thing I can think of and call for Stefan. Surely he will stop him? He is my brother after all.
"STEFAN. STOP HIM, PLEASE?" I beg him. Although I didn't see him following us into the kitchen, I know that he did.
"Elijah, is this really necessary?" I hear him say.
"Necessary? Of course it's not fucking necessary!" I reply for him. Elijah's immediate reaction is to swat me with the spoon umpteen times.
"Stefan, I assure you this is completely necessary. I warned Sophia what would happen if she was to harm the human, and although no harm came to him, the intent was clear. For that reason, I must follow through with her punishment."
"But that's not fair!" I tell him, knowing Stefan isn't going to help me now that he knows the reason for it.
After a moment of silence, with me still in this awkwardly embarrassing position, Elijah finally speaks.
"Would you care to explain to me how you think your punishment is not fair?" He questions, sounding genuinely curious.
"Eeerm, you're punishing me for a crime I did not commit! Even real criminals have to commit an actual crime before they are punished." I argue my case.
Stefan finally pipes up, yet it is not to help my cause.
"Actually Soph, there is 'intent to supply'. 'Conspiring to commit murder'. It's called Inchoate offences. No actual crime committed but still punishable by law."
"Why are you still here?" I retort, no longer wanting him in my presence. I can see him from my upside down point-of-view, looking around uncomfortably.
"Let's proceed than shall we?" Elijah asks rhetorically.
The thrashing was long and hard. By the end of it, I was indeed "one VERY sorry little girl". Sobs continue to overtake me as I feel myself being lifted and pulled in to a hug. I can't see through my blurry eyes, yet I know it is Stefan who is offering me comfort. I pull away from him, choking back my tears long enough to tell him to leave me alone. I wanted his help before, not now!
Rubbing the tears from my eyes, I see the hurt look on Stefan's face but it doesn't bother me.
"Y-you can go n-now!" I tell him as I turn my back to him.
"Sophia! Don't be rude!" Elijah admonishes me whilst he tends to the food.
"Yeah, w-well I don't e-even want him h-here..." I tell him between hiccoughs.
"Sophia!" He says more sternly. "If you can't say anything nice, then don't say anything at all!"
Elijah's instruction makes me scowl at him.
"Enough! Sit down, right now!" He doesn't even look my way, choosing to point 2 fingers towards the table. I look at the hard, wooden chairs and sigh internally. It's going to be painful sitting for a while - especially on those damn seats! Gingerly lowering myself down, I do what Elijah told me to. The contact between the chair and my butt makes me hiss as it reignites the fire that was slowly dying down.
"So Stefan, what brings you here today? Any particular reason?" Elijah takes the attention away from me.
"I came here looking for Klaus, but I see he isn't here." Elijah nods his head to confirm what he is saying. "Could you tell him I need to see him when he returns?"
"Of course. Would you like to stay for dinner?" Elijah offers.
"Thank you but no. I have things I need to do." He looks my way as he turns to leave. "Bye Soph..."
He silently leaves when he realises he isn't going to get a response from me. I'm over him. If he's not going to help me, then screw him!
I eat the meal Elijah presents to me slowly, day dreaming about how I am going to succeed with my plan. I am not completely lost in thought that I miss the sound of the front door opening. I look at Elijah, then in the direction of the front door. Even though I can't see it, I listen intently for any sign of it being Klaus, not that it would be anyone else really.
I am taken by surprise when it is a female voice I hear, calling out Elijah's and Klaus' name. Elijah jumps from the table and heads straight her. I follow closely behind.
"Rebecca?" Elijah asks in a questioning tone? Who the fuck is Rebecca?
"Hello brother." She smiles at him before continuing. "Where is my other bastard brother?"
Oh fuck! Not another original! That's all I need!
Rebecca then turns her attention to me.
"Sophia?" She asks, using the same tone Elijah just had, a disbelieving look on her face.
"Do I know you?" I ask, wondering how the hell she knows my name.
"Oh, um..." she stutters as if trying to think of the right thing to say. "No, um my brother told me about you." That was so not convincing.
I leave to go upstairs, not really wanting to sit back down on that awful chair. I don't care how nice the food was!
My mind wonders to Rebecca. She said my name like she remembers me and was not expecting to see me. That also made me think about Klaus, about the way he said he remembers that I "was always so caring." Something weird is going on around here and I don't like not knowing what it is!
About an hour later, Rebecca comes traipsing in to the room.
"How are you doing?" She asks me, a look of concern on her face. I can't determine if it is real or faux.
"I'm great! Actually I have never been better in my entire life. I love being locked up by your kidnapping, sons of a bitch brothers." I give her an over exaggerated smile with a double thumbs up.
Rebecca stares at me for a moment before smiling broadly.
"I think you and I are going to get along brilliantly!" She responds, walking over and taking a seat on the bed. Her response confuses me. Like, seriously, I was not expecting her to say that!
I hear the front door open and close, and I wonder if it was someone entering or leaving. I vamp down, leaving Rebecca sitting there. I see no sign of anyone, meaning Elijah must have left.
I really want to put my plan in to action, but now that Rebecca is here, it just makes it that more impossible to succeed. Fuck. My. Life. Rebecca follows me soon after. She heads straight for the drinks table.
After pouring herself one and drinking it straight away, she then pours another one. I watch her closely, trying to figure her out.
"You want one?" She offers. Like I'm going to say no?
"Obviously!" I say, making my way over to her. She laughs out loud as she hands me a glass. It's bourbon again but I don't care.
Im 5 glasses in and I start to feel the alcohol doing it job. I'm starting to feel good.
"What's the deal with you?" I ask Rebecca. She's not exactly like her brothers. She seems fun and I think I could definitely get along with her!
"What do you mean?" She questions. I'm not sure wether she has taken offence to my question.
"I mean, you seem the exact opposite to your brothers." I explain. "Fun. Smily. Nice..." I drain my glass.
"Oh, Sophia. I, like yourself, have older brothers who look out for me. I don't have to take life seriously as they do that for me. I assume your brothers act like your fathers too?" Her face says she knows the answer.
We spend the next hour drinking more and challenging each other on whose family is worse. I concede when hearing that Klaus daggered and locked her in a coffin for years to keep her away for her lover. That is definitely way too far!
"We are a lot alike you and I," I admit to her. "We should stick together. Have each others backs?" I need to get her on my side if I want to get out of here. I know I can't dagger Elijah, but she can!
We take the rest of the bottle and our glasses to her room. She even offers me some clothes which I gratefully accept - needing to get out of Klaus'.
Rebecca and I are drunk, but not too drunk to not hear the front door opening.
"Shit!" I quickly put my glass down on the dresser. "I hope that's not Elijah?!"
"Why?" Rebecca asks, laughing at my sudden nervousness.
"Well, I got drunk with Klaus yesterday and Elijah didn't take it so well..."
It took a moment for Rebecca's drunken state to hear what I wasn't saying.
"Noooo! My big brother spanked you for drinking?" She tried to stifle a laugh but did not succeed.
"Hey!" I playfully slap her arm. "It's not funny. That shits hurts!" I subconsciously rub at my rear, which only seems to make Rebecca laugh even harder.
I wait for her to get herself under control before asking, "what am I going to do? I certainly don't want to piss him off again! I don't think my butt can take it!"
I don't know what Rebecca sees in my eyes, but she quickly starts hiding the evidence of our drinking in her drawer, next to her bed.
"Come with me and act normal." She grabs my hand and pulls me along with her. "Don't get too close to whoever it is as believe me, they will smell it on you." I nod my head in agreement and follow with no resistance.
My heart sinks a little when I see both Elijah and Klaus standing in their living room. I tentatively hold my breath, keeping as much distance as possible away from them.
I watch as the siblings all greet each other. Hugging and telling tales on the things they have been doing since last time they were together. I don't know how it is possible, but I am feeling more and more drunk the longer I stay still. The room is fuzzy and I can feel myself swaying. I am struggling to hear what everyone is saying.
I decide to sneak off back to my room, hoping no one will notice me leave. My hopes are dashed when my stupid clumsy feet won't do what I want them to do. I fall face first on to the floor, after tripping over them.
The first thing I notice is Rebecca laughing out loud. She sounds like she is in a different room, but I know she is only several feet away. It doesn't take long before I join her. Even though my right cheekbone and side of my head are hurting, I can't control my own laughter. I must look like a complete idiot!
I feel strong hands lifting me up off the floor. Expecting to see Elijah, I am taken aback when I stare in to the worried eyes of Klaus.
"Are you hurt?" He demands to know, holding tightly on to both of my upper arms.
"What? No!" I try to pull away from his grasp, feeling very uncomfortable. "Why would I be?" I ask, completely forgetting that I have just fell on my face not only a minute ago.
Klaus tilts his head to the side before leaning in and smelling the area in front of my mouth.
"Have you been drinking again, Sophia?" He begins to smirk now. "Did my brother not make a good enough impression on you yesterday?"
I give up on trying to escape and turn my attention to Rebecca, pleading with my eyes for her to come and help me out.
"Nik, let her go now!" Rebecca demands, trying to sound authoritative.
"No, Becca, I don't think I will!" He replies, continuing to smirk. "Sophia here knows the rules. No consumption of alcohol is permitted under the request of her brothers. She also knows the consequences of doing so!"
I can see that Klaus is enjoying this. Maybe it's payback from me pushing him away earlier on? Or maybe he is hoping it will happen again?
"Don't be such a brute all your life, Nik" Rebecca tell him, as she walks towards us. I feel Klaus' grip get slightly tighter on my upper arms as Rebecca reaches out to remove them.
"Rebecca!" Elijah's voice comes through crisp and clear. "Niklaus is right."
"Oh, not you too, Elijah. Give the girl a break!" Rebecca attempts to defend me. I can tell by the look on Elijah's face that it isn't going to work.
I have been silent, watching how this is going to pan out. As soon as the realisation hits, that Rebecca isn't going to change their minds, a act out of impulse. In my very inebriated state, I come to the conclusion that bringing my knee up hard in to Klaus' groin is a good idea.
Klaus releases my arms and grips his crotch, letting out a loud hiss at the same time. In the same moment, I feel a dragging sensation pulling me away from him. I initially thought it was Elijah, ready to tan my hide into next week, but as we exited the room, I caught a quick glance of him as he reaches Klaus.