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The title of this chapters is French for, "Practice your patience, little princess."
Chapter Two –Pratiquer la Patience, Petite Princesse
"Caroline," Klaus greeted her pleasantly when he opened the door to his penthouse.
"Hi," she said timidly, tucking a stray tendril behind her ear, a brand-new diamond teardrop earring dangling from her lobe.
"Step back so I can have a look at you before you come in," he ordered her, shooing her back with his hand. He took his time raking his eyes up and down her freshly groomed and newly attired form. She was wearing a skintight blood wrap dress with a deep V-neck that left very little to the imagination with matching six-inch platform stilettos. Rebekah had insisted any undergarments would throw off the line of the fabric. The blonde vampire had never felt as bare as she did standing in the doorway as the hybrid carefully examined every inch of her.
It had been quite the afternoon of pampering for the inexperienced blonde. Her entire body shone in shimmery body lotion, infusing her skin with gardenia and roses. She'd been trimmed, waxed, manicured, pedicured, styled, dressed and oiled inside and out in the most gloriously invasive massage she'd ever had in her life. She'd learned from the hunky gay masseuse, Stefan, that her file had been tagged with something urgent. Whatever that was. Apparently, it involved oiling her most private, and previously untouched, part for "training." It had left her breathing heavy and anxiously awaiting Klaus' promise of cocksucking lessons. He'd called himself the "keeper" assigned to her by the boss himself. He'd explained what that meant, but she was a little fuzzy as she'd been imagine the man in front of her at the time.
"You look lovely. Please, do come inside." The hybrid gestured towards his expansive suite with his arm to welcome her to his domain. He was dressed casually in jeans and a dark red Henley pushed up to his elbows.
"Wow," she mouthed, looking around the room. His entire place screamed wealth and sophistication. She'd certainly been known to compel herself an apartment here and there to avoid pesky questions like date of birth, but she'd never been anyplace this extravagant before. It was a little daunting, something Klaus obviously noticed because before she knew it, he had a warm hand pressed to the small of her back and was guiding her past the foyer.
"I've a bit of work to do before we begin, but I'd like to get you fitted," he said casually, like this entire thing was just another day in the office. Maybe it was in his world. Fitted? What did that mean? Hadn't Rebekah just done that when she picked the dress? Or was that part of this mysterious 'training?' She hoped so. "I have to grab it from the other room, but go ahead and take everything off for me. Shoes, too," he tossed over his shoulder on the way to what she assumed was his bedroom.
"It?" What was "it?"
Gulping as she considered the possibilities, she obediently unzipped her dress and shimmied out of it. She folded it neatly by the door and set her shoes next to it. The hybrid was back in a flash, instantly standing behind her, his hand gently caressing her bare ass. He'd come up behind her so unexpectedly that she jumped, heart racing. "That was fast. You're a good girl," he praised, guiding her over to his couch. She felt everything inside of her clench at his words, and not just because of the thick and husky tone his voice had taken on. She wasn't the only one eager for her to learn. At his next order, she didn't hesitate. "Bend over and spread your legs for me. Bit wider. There you go." All she could think about was earning that same praise. "Good girl," he whispered, smirking behind her back at the happy little noise she cooed at the epithet. He ran his palms up and down her smooth cheeks before spreading them wide with his thumbs.
"Ohmigod," she gasped when she felt something warm and wet slowly press against her anus. "What is that?!"
"Standard princess butt plug, size small," he replied casually. "I'm assuming you're a small anyway, but if you think otherwise, I'd be happy to move up to a medium." She felt something pop and suddenly her ass felt incredibly full, her clit pulsing between her waxed lips as he twisted and turned it around.
"No, I think this is good," she squeaked, suddenly breathless. "Not to sound stupid, but why do I need a plug? I've had plenty of guys try to get me into it, but nobody's ever mentioned a plug."
"You're an anal virgin," the businessman explained. "Be a while before you're ready for sex. We'll start with a plug for a few hours before we move on to the machine." What the fuck was a machine?! "Of course, anyone can be stretched to take a cock now and then, but the idea is to keep you this way," he continued, oblivious to her obvious confusion. "My customers don't want to wait while you prepare yourself to service them. Best to do it this way so you're ready to go at a moment's notice. Can't always tell who may want to add in a little sodomy." She gulped, closing her eyes as his accented words made her drip. She wasn't sold on the idea of working for him, but she sure liked the thought of him taking her there... or anywhere. Hey, that couch looked handy... "Is that comfortable? It doesn't hurt, does it?" he asked, concern evident in his tone as he helped her stand, smirking at the way she wiggled her thighs together. "I'm taking that as a no." Caroline looked over at him when she realized he'd caught her squirming, her face burning. "Care to try a medium?"
"N-no," she sputtered, shaking her head. "This is fine. No, it doesn't hurt. It's just... I don't know..."
"Try and explain it for me, Caroline," he purred in a low growl, rolling the r in her name in a way that had her wondering what else he could do with his wicked tongue. She tried to swallow down her nerves, but suddenly her mouth felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. It seemed all the moisture in her body was pooling between her bald lips, clit tingling at the feral gleam in his eyes as her watched her in fascination. She'd trimmed before, but had never gone full Brazilian. Nothing had ever made her more aware of her vagina than having nothing to cover it... or her ass than plugging it. There were so many firsts going on for her that she completely forgot that he was waiting for an answer, but his amused smirk told her he didn't mind her silence. Maybe even preferred it. He stepped closer to her, crowding her against the back of the couch so she had nowhere to go and nothing to do but stand there staring at him as he playfully toyed with her nipples. "Do you like how you feel right now? Hmm?" His tone was soft, his pinches gentle, his palm calloused as he kneaded her breasts while all she could do was nod, her mind lost in a sex-haze she never wanted to leave.
The naked blonde saw hybrid gold flash in his eyes, his double fangs peeking out from his gums when he leaned down to nibble on her lower lip, making her moan into his mouth. "You look absolutely stunning, standing here naked before me, your tight little ass stretched around a plug while I play with your perky breasts. I'm going to fill your belly with my come before the night is over, and perhaps the rest of you as well. Would you like that?" His tone grew firm when she simply nodded again. "Answer me out loud, love," he commanded, pinching her nipple hard enough to get her attention.
"Y-yeah. Sounds good," she managed to choke out in a hoarse whisper.
"I think what you meant to say is 'Yes, Master.' Be a good little whore and try it again," he said sternly, though somehow also oddly encouraging.
"Yes, Master," she replied obediently, desperate to earn his approval for reasons she couldn't even begin to explain.
"Good girl," he rewarded her softly, grazing her cheek with his knuckles, cock twitching when she subconsciously leaned into his touch.
"May I please ask a question, Master?" she asked politely.
"Yes, you may. What would you like to know, pet?" he purred, dragging his nails down her shoulder until stopping at her breast to tweak her nipple. He smirked when she jumped at the sudden pressure.
"How long do I have to... um... wear this thing, Master?" she asked, awkwardly shifting her weight as her body adjusted to this strange new awareness of the most intimate part of her. She was hoping he'd let her take it back to the room he'd set up for her.
Klaus' smile curved into something halfway between playfully mischievous and downright devious. She wasn't sure which she hoped for more, but she waited with bated breath for his answer. "How often did the ponies wear them in the books?" he asked with a raised brow, tweaking her other nipple to see how she'd react to a bit more pressure. She sucked in a deep breath, but did nothing to pull away.
"All the time," she whispered as he scratched his nails across her breasts and down her belly, stopping just before the apex of her lips.
"Then I guess you have your answer," he replied casually as her eyes widened. Sensing both her fear and her intrigue, he was quick to take her in his arms and reassure her. "It will please me greatly to see you do this for me. You do want to please your king, don't you, my little princess?"
"Yes, Master," she automatically replied, her heart bursting with joy at the proud smile he gave her.
"Good girl," he cooed, his hot breath tickling her lips before he gently parted them with his, his tongue caressing her in a kiss that quickly grew passionate. Before she knew what was happening, his hand was between her thighs, gently teasing her pussy. She moaned and parted her legs a bit to give him better access. He rewarded her obedience with more praise as he pushed two fingers into her dripping center. He pulled back from their kiss to watch her face for a brief moment. Her body was there, but her mind was long gone, lost in sublime submission. She felt herself rapidly approaching the edge and before she knew it, she was silently pleading with him for just a little bit more by swirling her hips around and around and whimpering into his shoulder while he nibbled her neck.
"None of that," he chided, instantly withdrawing from between her legs. Her eyes snapped open and she looked at him in such desperation that he laughed out loud.
"Master, please, I was close..." she pleaded, worrying her lower lip between her teeth as her pussy burned.
Klaus smiled at her and this smile she could only call evil. "I like hearing you beg for my touch, you greedy girl, but you should know it will do you no good. You come when, where and how I say, and never without permission. You need to learn some patience. I can help you with that." He leaned down and lightly kissed her forehead before reaching around and slapping her hard on the ass, making her jump as the plug jostled around her anus. "You're doing very well, sweetheart. Your Master is very pleased," he whispered quietly into her ear to sooth her, wrapping his arms tightly around her lower back when she nuzzled into him, purring happily at his praise.
He kissed her forehead again, smoothing back her sweaty hair with one rough palm. "But, for now we're going to stop. Come. I have business to attend to, but you're to follow me to my office." She stepped behind him but he added brusquely over his shoulder, "Hands and knees. Crawl. This way." She dropped to the ground and very carefully followed along, the plug and the degradation making her drool. "Very good," he commended when she made it to his office. He held out his hand to help her up and the jarring motion of another slap made her eyes roll shut and elicited a high-pitched moan from the back of her throat. His upper lip curled as he flicked his eyes over her naked form, her cheeks flushed, body wanting what he wouldn't give. "Hmmm... Maybe if you behave yourself and do a good job sucking my cock, I'll reward you by taking you over my knee and giving you a good hard paddling. The nice thing about vampires is that we have a supernatural pain tolerance. Unfortunately, that means your cheeks won't stay pink for long. However, the up side of that is that I can paint your ass red over and over and over while you beg me for release. You said you've not done that, correct?"
"No, Master, I haven't," she answered in a small voice as he guided her with a hand on her ass to his desk. Why was his palm so hot against her skin? It felt like he was electrocuting her, every nerve in her body singing. He could have told her he wanted to light her pussy on fire and she'd have spread her legs and said yes if it got him to tell her how proud he was.
"But you want to? You want me to paddle you just like the pleasure slaves in the books, yes?"
"Yes, Master," she whispered, looking away, her face burning from the bottom of her neck to the tips of her ears. She'd grown up in a small Virginia town. Shame was ingrained in her, but she found that the longer she spent in this magical place, the less she cared about anything beyond these walls. She could get used to the way he looked at her. Everyone had looked at her, and treated her, like she was a goddess. The reverence afforded to the escorts was unlike anything she had ever expected. Sexuality was celebrated here in all forms. Naked men and women were everywhere, all smiling and having fun and reveling in their sensuality.
"It'll be a night of firsts, then," he said, his sinful growl a promise that sent a jolt to her soaking center. "Sit here," he ordered, gesturing to a comfy looking green suede recliner. She obediently sat down, tucking her legs beneath her, dry swallowing when the plug made her so very aware of her ass. "No, no, that doesn't work for me, sweetheart," he chided, reaching down to press a button that extended the plush leg rest. A second button had her falling slightly backwards as the chair reclined. "Lay down. Arch your back. Knees up. Good. Spread your legs for me. Wider. I want a good view of your pussy. It looks beautiful bare, by the way," he commented. She instantly exposed herself to him, earning her more praise.
"Good girl. Unless I say otherwise, you should always assume I want your legs spread. Stay still." He flashed out of the room and was back before she could exhale. He held out a thick red dildo and smirked when her eyes widened at the implication. She'd been so desperate earlier that she'd been ready to touch herself right in his office. Unfortunately, she'd never been left alone long enough to take care of herself. Being watched was definitely a first, but she was so aroused that she didn't care. "Fuck yourself with this while I finish up with my emails. Don't touch your clit or speak until you're spoken to. You will stop when I say to stop and not a moment before. Above all else, do NOT come without permission, got it?" he asked authoritatively, a warning hidden behind his charming dimples.
"Yes, Master," she whispered, taking it from him. He lifted the arm of the chair to reveal a small warming compartment. He pulled out a heated bottle of lubricant and nodded at her to use it.
"Excellent," he replied, dragging out the syllables as he crouched down to watch her penetrate herself with the stiff silicone. "Take your time and don't hurt yourself." He waited patiently, wrists resting on his knees as she stretched her pussy slowly to accommodate what he was sure was more than she'd ever taken. He whispered words of encouragement for the several minutes it took her to comfortably sheath the toy inside her pulsating walls. He touched a finger to her knuckles and applied just enough pressure to get her to take it all the way to the back of her core. When she tried to pull it back out, he gently lifted her hips to reposition her enough to take another inch, smirking at the erotic little sound she made. He flicked his topaz eyes up to her cerulean and let the gold bleed into his irises when she relaxed her muscles to take it deeper inside of her. "Good girl," he praised, dragging the tip of his fang up the inside of her thigh. He watched her closely as he darted his tongue out to flick her clit before he stood up. "You're doing so well. I'm very proud of you," he praised, tenderly kissing the top of her head.
"Thank you, Master," she preened, smiling brightly as a rosy hue stained her face. Everything inside of her longed to keep him looking at her with that look of sheer pride on his face. She was so lost in his pretty words that she almost forgot how badly she wanted to come... almost. He pushed her knees a bit further apart and helped her get comfortable before stepping back to watch her move the red cock in and out of her drenched pussy, every inch of her skin ablaze.
"Perfect, keep doing that but slower." He turned his back on her, her eyes appreciatively taking in the sight of his muscular shoulders and firm ass as he walked to his giant oak desk. "Hmmm..." he hummed thoughtfully, enjoying the way her eyes flew open at his voice. "Legs a bit wider, I think; and put your spare arm above your head. I'd like a clear view of your nipples. They harden so easily. Very valuable skill. Good girl." Once he was satisfied, he turned on his screen and began typing.
Caroline closed her eyes and let her mind wander as she slowly fucked herself in his office. She felt at peace when he was around. The dildo slid in and out of her easily now that she'd stretched first. Klaus obviously knew what he was doing. She knew she was in good hands with the entrepreneurial hybrid. She kept imagining his eyes flaring gold as he claimed her with his own cock. She hoped it was at least this big. She moaned and whimpered for him as she obeyed.
When he spoke to her a few minutes later, his voice was as calm as if they were trading gardening tips. "I love those little sounds you're making, so please keep it up; but do remember that you don't get to come until I say. If you do, I'll have you kneeling in the corner for the rest of the night and you won't get to suck my cock until tomorrow." He finally paused his typing and looked over to her. "You do want to suck my cock, don't you, my filthy little princess?" he asked playfully with a raised brow.
"Yes, Master," she panted eagerly, the words barely coming out as she focused all of her energy on not coming. He must have known she'd been close.
"Good girl," he told her, again watching a smile light up her face. She was a natural. He idly wondered if this was her true nature or if it was just for him. He hoped for the latter. His cock twitched painfully in his jeans as he typed away. Another half hour passed before he couldn't ignore her whimpering, or his throbbing, any longer. He looked at the grandfather clock in the corner and was immensely pleased to see how long she'd lasted. He'd expected her to call a safeword long before now. He flicked off his screen and very slowly walked over to her. Her breathing was ragged and her jaw was clenched with the effort it took to keep going. She was so focused on the task at hand that she didn't realize he'd taken a seat on the arm rest until he tucked a sweaty tendril behind her ear. "Hello, love," he said softly, earning him a tight smile.
"Hello, Master," she panted in an airy whisper, voice strained. He could tell how hard she was trying to keep her eyes on him, but they kept rolling shut.
The hybrid beamed with pride and leaned down to kiss her lightly on the forehead, whispering words of encouragement in her ear as his palm massaged her breast, making her cry out at the overstimulation. "You've done so well. Let your Master take over for you." He pecked her on the lips before sitting up on the armrest. He glided his hand down to the oversized dildo and took it from her, slowly pushing it all the way inside of her before just as slowly pulling it out. "Both arms above your head. Good." He repeated his agonizing movements until she calmed down enough to bring her eyes back into focus. "Are you alright, Caroline?" he asked seriously, pausing his torture.
"I'm... I'm trying, Master..." she replied, voice barely there.
"I know you are. I'm very proud of what a good little whore you're being for me," he said affectionately, resuming his slow movements. "If you think you can keep going, I have one question to ask you. Answer me honestly and we'll move on to something else. What would you like to do?"
The blonde vampire inhaled and exhaled slowly several times before swallowing hard, finally answering, "I want to make you happy, Master. I think I can keep going, but I can change my mind if I can't do it, right?"
Klaus frowned at the anxiety tingeing her response. "Always and forever, love. You never need to ask that again. It will always be yes," he promised, kissing her flushed cheek, her skin hot against his lips. "I actually have two question. I know you know that I'm the Original Hybrid, but do you know what Originals can do that other vampires cannot?"
"You can't die, Master," she answered obediently, moaning as he shifted the toy inside her pussy.
"Very good and quite true. However, there is something else. Did you know we can compel other vampires?" he asked as casually as he could muster, unsure how she would react to that. The widening of her eyes was his answer. Nodding, he held a finger to her lips. "I don't like to compel my slaves, but there is one thing I will do it for, should you force me to do so. You are never, ever allowed to lie to your Master. Nod if you understand me and agree to that condition." She quickly nodded her head up and down, heart skipping a beat. "Good girl," he whispered, pecking her on the lips, his hand still moving the thick silicone in and out of her at a snail's pace. "Answer me dishonestly and you will either choose to allow the compulsion or you will be immediately released from my service permanently. If you stay, you will also be punished, and you will not like it. If I have to compel you, I will require that you always answer honestly and completely, and my first question will be if you really want to continue our games. If the answer is no, we will be done, and you will be free."
"I don't want that, Master. I'll be honest. I promise."
He placed a finger firmly on her lip, his face growing stern. "I am not finished. You will wait until you are spoken to. Speak out of turn again and you will be punished, hmm?" He waited for her to nod, satisfied when she sucked in a deep breath and gulped before doing so. He could tell she was already enamored with him, but he also hoped to instill a healthy amount of fear and respect for his authority over her, if she chose to stay and hand over that power. "Now, I realize that may not sound so bad if you truly do wish to be truthful," he continued. "However, I would caution you that there are times you will want to keep some thoughts to yourself. While I will always encourage you to come to me with everything, I haven't survived a thousand years by being a fool. Believe me when I tell you: you will not like it if I compel you, Caroline. Understood? Answer me out loud."
"Yes, Master. I understand," she said with an earnest smile, gently pressing a soft kiss to the inside of his wrist and melting when she saw the genuine approval on his handsome face, dimples hiding behind his gruff stubble. She opened her mouth to add something, but closed it again and waited until he nodded at her to continue. "Thank you for your explanation. I appreciate it. That was kinda scary. I don't even like to use compulsion if I can help it."
"That's a good quality and you're welcome," he said with a fondness she wouldn't have expected from a guy who just threatened to punish her more than a couple of times since her arrival. "So, my actual question. I'm going to fuck you now, Caroline," he said pleasantly, loving the way his casual tone seemed to affect her. She clearly wasn't used to any type of verbal sexual communication. While he knew she'd had sex probably thousands of times, she will still so innocent. He looked forward to corrupting her. He hooked his index finger around the base of the plug and swirled it around the tight ring of muscle around her untouched ass.
She gulped hard, eyes sliding shut as erotic images danced across her mind, the thickness of the toy massaging the butt plug through her walls, the new sensation awakening a part of her she never knew existed. While she was skeptical about wearing it all the time since she'd never heard of such a thing outside fantasy novels, there was something intoxicating about having a constant reminder of him wherever she went... wherever that was. She'd come to New Orleans with an eternity ahead of her but no plans past tonight. There were plenty of reasons to build a life here and no reasons to go anywhere else. Nola was the one place supernatural could live freely for as long as they wanted without fear of discovery. The Originals had been here for centuries. Maybe this could be her home, too... As he began to pull the plug in and out, stretching her wide, the idea held more and more appeal. She could get used to this kind of attention...
"What I'd like to know," he said with a smirk, having caught her zoning out, his voice bringing her back to the present, "is where you want it. Do you want to suck my cock until I come down your throat and watch you swallow it like the greedy little slut you are? Or would you prefer I tie your legs apart and fuck your pussy until you beg me to stop?" She sucked in a deep breath, her nipples tingling at the bluntness of his words. He was right when he'd said they stayed hard easily. Stefan had spent ten minutes massaging them with some kind of peppermint oil that still had them tingling. He'd spent longer elsewhere. He was definitely a stud, but way too effeminate for her taste. She'd laughed at his boy troubles and dramatism. They'd become fast friends. The entire place was paradise... especially this office.
Klaus pushed the plug all the way in and then out. He kept doing it over and over, teasing her while she thought about it. He pushed the dildo deep inside of her and held it in place with his thumb, focusing solely on her anus. He leaned down to bite her neck hard enough to form a rapidly fading bruise with his human teeth, making her jump and nearly topple over the edge. "Or perhaps," he teased, chewing her lower lip as he played with her well-oiled nipples, "you'd like me to be the first man to take my cock and fuck you in your tight virgin ass."
"Master, please!" she shouted, digging her claws into the back of the head rest to keep from coming.
"Shhh, shhhh, it's ok, sweetheart, shhh. Just take a little more for me," he cooed, kissing her just beneath her ear lobe. Pulling up, he looked directly into her eyes, silently commanding her to keep them open as he swirled around the plug, his thumb tapping against the base of the dildo to send vibrations deep inside her pussy. "All you have to do is answer and I will grant you one release, but remember what I said about telling me the truth," he reminded her sternly, eyes flashing a warning. "Where do you want me to fuck you, Caroline?"
The overstimulated blonde whimpered as she considered his words and how she wanted to answer. Everything inside of her wanted to please him. Her biggest fear was that the truth would disappointment… but he said he'd known if she lied. She believed him. Ever since he'd mentioned their lessons, she'd thought only of how he'd taste. She wanted to swallow every drop of his come while he told her how proud he was. Gulping, she whispered with as much force as she could muster, "My mouth, Master."
"Oh," he said, eyebrows raising in surprise. "Well, that's not what I expected to hear, but alright. Good girl for answering honestly. I'm very pleased with you," he praised, kissing her passionately. His tongue dominated her mouth as he twisted and pulled her nipples. He finally began thrusting in and out of her with both the dildo and the butt plug at the same time, harshly rubbing her clit in rough circles with his thumb. He tasted her breasts, fiercely sucking each nipple harder than a vacuum until she was shaking and sobbing beneath him, half of his weight crushing her as he rolled on top of her. "Come for me, little princess. Come for your king," he commanded around her tongue as he kissed her deeply, voice thick with his own desire. He bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood before pulling away from her mouth to watch her face as she exploded. "Come like a good little whore."
"MASTER!" the vampire screamed, a waterfall gushing out of her. The force of her walls convulsing was almost enough to push the dildo out of her clenching pussy, but Klaus had a thousand years of experience making women fall apart at his hands. He mercilessly thrust in and out of her as she rode out the most intense orgasm of her entire life, his thumb never leaving her clit as both toys moved in and out of her at superhuman speed. Had she been a human, she was sure she would have passed out from lack of air. He was impressed with how long he kept her coming, burst after burst of liquid shooting down his wrist as one explosion rolled over into another. He watched her, hypnotized by her beauty, until she finally stopped convulsing. He slowed his rhythm until her limbs no longer shook with the ferocity of her release. He pushed the plug back inside of her before slowly, slowly, slowly pulling the dildo out of her ruined pussy.
He set the dildo aside and rolled over so he was sitting in the chair and she was curled on top of him, her knees halfway up his abdomen. He gently rubbed her back as he whispered his praises in her ear, his other hand stroking her blonde curls. "You did so well, princess, so well. Your Master is very pleased with you. You made me so happy. You're such a good girl. I'm so very proud of you, love, so very proud," he cooed, holding her tightly to him as she floated off in the atmosphere. It had been a long time since he'd had a slave. He fucked various supernaturals all the time, generally more than one at a time, but he hadn't shared this type of intimacy in at least a century. slaves required a great deal of time and energy. No one had caught his eye enough to even consider it in ages. Everything about the permanent teenager drew him in. He was half tempted to keep her for himself, but if she wanted to be trained to serve his customers, he would certainly enjoy drawing out her lessons for a little while before he had to share his new favorite toy.
Then again, the idea of keeping her in nothing but his collar every day held so much appeal... He would parade her naked body around, forcing everyone to see what only he had... The things he would teach her to love to do for him... He imagined his fingers tangled in her hair while she sucked his cock beneath his desk as he worked. He'd have her swallow every bit and wait patiently, kneeling at his feet, until he was finished. Then, he'd bend her over and fuck her until she begged to come on his cock. He sighed thinking about it, gently kissing her temple as she rested against his chest, his index finger gliding across her plugged ass every time his hand stroked down her back.
Of course, if she was insistent on financially earning her keep, he could put her to work as a Domina and save her submission for himself. He could just picture her in a corset and knee-high leather boots. She'd look like a queen barking orders at the men who paid to grovel at her feet. If any of them got too close, if anyone broke the "no touching," rule, he would be there to remind her who she belonged to. It would be fun watching her dole out punishments to naughty little slaves who tried to take what was his. By the time she finally stirred, he'd practically booked her an entire month's worth of clients in his head. There were few things he enjoyed more than being the envy of lesser beings... one of which was the blowjob that awaited.
The young blonde smiled up at him, eyes bleary. "Welcome back, Caroline," he smiled, rolling the r in her name once again. "Feeling alright? Don't speak." She nodded her head. She felt amazing. Her pussy, ass and nipples all still tingled happily as she came to. "Fantastic. On your knees, then." She slowly rolled off of him and fell to the ground as he adjusted the recliner. "Unzip my jeans and pull out my cock using only your mouth. Hands behind your back," he commanded, thrilling her. Unbuttoning him was awkward and took her a few tries, but the zipper was much easier and he encouraged her the entire time to keep at it. She nosed his boxers aside until his erection sprang free. "Don't open your mouth without permission." She nodded, eyes wide. He wasn't as oversized as the dildo, but he wasn't her ex-husband either. He was perfect. She licked her lips and gulped, anxious to get started. He rubbed his head across her face over and over until she was panting. "Suck my cock, slut," he barked.
Without a word, she parted her lips and greedily took him in her mouth, moaning aloud. She squeaked when he pushed her head all the way down, forcing her to swallow his shaft. She tasted his salty precum and groaned, her own slick release dripping still down her inner thighs. "Spread your legs further apart. I see you rubbing them together. None of that, my naughty little princess," he chided, reaching down to painfully twist a nipple. She immediately complied, but he did the same to her other nipple for good measure. Her eyes rolled shut at his approving hum when she arched her back to press her breasts into his palm as she freely gave herself to him. He rewarded her by gently smoothing out the pain and praising her.
Klaus kept one hand tangled in her messy blonde curls as he leaned back in the chair to watch the show. Her strawberry lips massaged his length up and down as she lost herself in the hypnotic sensation of pleasing him. He had a millennium of self-control under his belt. Watching her suck his cock was more entertaining than finishing quickly. He let her take her time, savoring every inch as she swirled her tongue up and down. Every now and then, he'd push her head down to get her to swallow his head. Each time, he praised her over and over. She lost herself just a bit more every time he told her she was a good girl. After a while, she caught on to the rhythm he liked and he lay back to let her practice. Her enthusiasm was infectious. He hadn't had a blowjob this fun in decades. He found himself starting to get lost for the first time in forever. Eventually, the Original closed his own eyes as she bobbed up and down just the way he liked it.
Caroline was one in a million. He hadn't trained anyone this green in centuries, if ever. Women usually had to grow into submission, but she came out of the box that way. Everything he had asked, she had done, and she had done it well. He hadn't been expecting her to have an orgasm so intense that it made her pass out. Once was enough. If he went too far, she'd burn out. He'd promised her a paddling if she did a good job and she had certainly earned it. He'd stop after that. He'd arranged for her to have a room a floor below his. She could sleep it off and come back tomorrow. Early.
Klaus had to force himself to come out of his bubble and give her instructions. "I'm going to come. You will swallow every drop and keep your mouth on my cock until I give you permission to pull away," he said firmly, slightly breathless. She opened her eyes and looked at him hazily, his words taking a moment to register. She hadn't noticed it, but at some point, her jaw had gone numb. She idly wondered how long she'd been practicing, but she didn't care very much. Vampires had a lot of stamina and she was ready to taste him. "Nod your head to acknowledge you understand your Master's orders," he barked, startling her. She bobbed her head up and down, earning his praise. His fingers tightened in her curls when his cock began to spasm, burst after burst of hot, salty semen sliding easily down her eager throat. He tucked a tendril behind her ear, rubbing her temple with his thumb as he caught his breath. He'd come so hard he'd seen stars. She was fucking fantastic. Maybe she could sleep on the couch...
Caroline lazily licked the tip of his shaft as his heart raced, enjoying his taste. "You have permission to remove my cock from your mouth," he finally huffed, dropping her curls. She looked up at him from beneath her long lashes. He chuckled when she reluctantly released him. He nodded at his jeans and watched as she struggled to do up the button and fly. "Good girl," he praised, making her preen and nuzzle his knee. "After you pleasure me, you will kiss my feet and thank me for the privilege. Be specific."
The young blonde leaned down and kissed each of his feet once before rising to her knees, nipples standing at attention. "Thank you for allowing me to please you with my mouth, Master," she said obediently. He raised an eyebrow at her and she blushed before adding bashfully, "And thank you for allowing me to swallow your come, Master."
"Good girl," he replied affectionately, gently stroking her cheek with the back of his finger as they shared a soft smile. "Wait here," he instructed as he carefully got up and stepped around her. He was gone and back in a flash, his speed dizzying. He quickly tugged her up and over his lap, settling her head comfortably against the plush arm rest. He pulled out her butt plug and added some of the heated lubricant before pushing it back inside her anus. "How are you feeling about this?" he asked, swirling it around her ass.
The vampire's pussy twitched in response as he stimulated her from behind, his other palm caressing her bare cheeks. "I'm enjoying it, Master," she answered, eyes slowly rolling shut when his fingertips grazed her slick lips. "I enjoy pleasing you."
"That's very good. Your ass is very tight. I look forward to fucking it," he said casually, grinning when she groaned in the back of her throat. "I'd hoped to get you on the machine for at least an hour or so, but I think this will be the last thing we do tonight." She startled a little bit when she felt something hard and heavy rub her ass. "Normally, a standard impact play session lasts an hour, but customers can purchase a 90-minute session," he explained with a frown, disliking the thought of anyone else touching her. He began lightly tapping her with the thick, black, leather-wrapped paddle. "Since you're new, we'll have to work up to that. Don't bother trying to count the strokes. You'll lose count and won't be able to enjoy it. You don't have to, but if you'd like to watch the clock, we'll do this for about fifteen minutes or so. Do you remember the safewords I taught you, my dirty slut?"
She nodded her head, moaning when he applied more pressure. It felt good, but there was a nagging voice in the back of her head that didn't like the thought of customers doing things like this to her. She wasn't the do-what-a-man-says type, but being naked in the hybrid's lap felt good. Natural. She doubted it would feel the same with anyone else. She'd have to talk to him about that at some point... when her pussy didn't ache for him to hit her harder. "Red, yellow, green, Master," she replied obediently, eyes still closed. She was vaguely aware there was a grandfather clock somewhere, but she didn't care. She had no sense of time left. Everything revolved around Klaus.
"Good girl. You seem very relaxed. Are you doing alright, little princess?" he asked with a genuineness that touched her. Stefan had given her a brief tour of the place. slaves were treated like royalty, but they got ordered around left and right. It seemed like there was some kind of hierarchy in place. Some of them were fully nude and silent while some were scantily clad and directed the others with paddles in hand. All seemed happy with the way things were.
"Mmmm," she hummed, "I feel like jello."
"Jello?" he chuckled, laughing when she giggled adorably. "You're very interesting, Caroline. I enjoy you."
"I enjoy you, too, Master," she laughed sweetly, making him smile.
"Glad to hear it. Now go back to relaxing while I paddle you raw," he said bossily, smacking her hard as his tone made her wet. He smirked when she jumped at the unexpected pain, the scent of her arousal filling the air. She cuddled her face into him and he pulled her further up his lap to wrap his arm around her shoulders. He was right. She did lose count of his strikes. He watched gleefully as each one painted her ass bright red before fading away. She flinched and yelped at first, but by the time he finished, she was so far in subspace that she was asleep on his chest in minutes.
It was unusual that he'd allow this much aftercare. Usually, he'd make sure his slaves were ok and then get them snuggled up on the sofa under a blanket until they came back to earth. Caroline was different. He didn't mind taking care of her. Probably even liked it. He let her curl into his sculpted body as he gently stroked her golden locks and back, her bare skin silky under his palm. A long time passed as he thought about what this might mean. Unsure what to make of it, he eventually scooped her up and carried her to his bed, a place no woman had slept in years. He'd barely lay down himself before she was on top of him, subconsciously nuzzling into his chest. He kissed the top of her head as she lay naked in his arms. Before long, he'd fallen into a peaceful sleep beside her.
Yes, they definitely needed to talk.
A/N Well, what did you think? Please let me know in a review if you'd like to see more. And don't forget to vote for me on tumblr! I worry this stuff is too heavy for this setting. I described her reaction to submission as I experience it after BDSM. Impact play is my thing. My regular Tops know to stop once I'm fading off, but I have been known to fall asleep towards the end when I'm with a new partner... to the astonishment of newbie spectators who wonder how in the hell someone can relax while being caned. Adrenaline is a hell of a thing to happen to a person. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
