A/N Hey KC fans! Thank you so much for the positivity you've been sending my way. Unfortunately, not everybody feels the same way. I currently have a hater trolling up my anon inbox on tumblr telling me Klaus is a rapist. Also, I should be ashamed of myself as I am a disgrace to the fandom. Tragic. To be clear: He is not, and my troll is an idiot. I don't write non-con because I've experienced it in real life. I write about Domination and submission. If you don't like D/s, don't read it. This chapter is dedicated to that troll. The title is my new favorite hashtag: Ellie's Pet Troll.
Disclaimer: I write about D/s dynamics incorporating various aspects of BDSM. If you don't like the kink lifestyle, this story is not for you. If you feel the need to leave me a blatantly transparent hate speech demanding to know why I, as a woman, would write such abusive filth, be advised that I moderate the comments. That sentiment also applies to claims that you alone speak for 7,000,000,000 people by informing me that, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary, "no one" would want such a relationship. If your heavily underdeveloped ego forces you to cower behind a veil of digital anonymity in a manner akin to the Wizard of Oz, I will delete your vitriol as soon as my eyes stop rolling. Should you expect a response, please send me a copy of your current insurance card or payment information. I deal with rampant, unchecked mental illness for a living. If your insight rivals that of a garden gnome and you need me to explain to you, using small words, the process by which I invalidate your opinion before discarding it as laughable, I expect to be paid for services rendered. Also, should you require a detailed explanation as to why your projective identification is not going to result in my countertransference, I will charge double. If you are unwilling to properly compensate me for my time, I strongly suggest you save your energy for someone with greater emotional availability than that of a snow pea.
Chapter Five – Le Troll Pour Animaux de Compagnie d'Ellie
Caroline gulped when she saw her Master's azure eyes narrow in disapproval and just knew today's lesson would explain how punishments fit the crime. "What do you mean BDSM without sex is weird?" Klaus' voice was iron and his gaze was steel.
"I'm sorry!" the naked blonde quickly apologized. "I've just never heard of that. I don't get why-"
"Perhaps the explanation is as simple as not everyone is like you, sweetheart." She gulped and clamped her mouth shut as he stalked towards her in the dungeon. They were surrounded by masochists chained to St. Andrew's Crosses, tables and benches enjoying various types of adult activities that did not include orgasms. "I serve a variety of clients of all preferences, gender and orientation. Everyone is different. What one person loves is another's hard limit. You have hard limits," he reminded her sternly. "You are not to be touched by anyone but myself unless by your own request with my approval. I let you go down on Davina, yet I ripped Damon's tongue from his throat for suggesting he be next, didn't I?"
"Yes, Master." Guilt flooded her as she heard disappointment reflected in his silky accent.
"And why did I do that?"
"Because you respect my limits and demand others do as well," she repeated obediently, hanging her head in shame as the slave she offended with her comment stared menacingly at her.
"Apologize to Vincent," he commanded firmly, gesturing at the impotent slave clad in only a penis cage.
"I'm very sorry," she said sincerely, her conscience clawing at her. "I didn't mean to offend you. I had no idea you'd been traumatized by Eva Sinclair."
"After what that witch did to me, ain't nobody touching my jewels ever again," the black man spat gruffly. Turning back to Klaus, he ranted, "Ain't nothing wrong with me. I just don't like sex. I come here to get my freak on in a different way, not to get judged by Little Miss Goldilocks here."
"Caroline is new to our world and still learning," the owner of L'attrait des Ténèbres replied placatingly. "Today's session will be on the house. You have my word that she will be punished severely for her offense." When Vincent opened his mouth to protest, Klaus snapped his fingers at his eldest brother. With a brief flash of the black veins under his eyes, he stomped over to collect his client. "You may return to Master Finn. The matter is closed." Turning back to his slave-in-training, he looped his finger through the D-ring on the back of her red leather collar and dragged her away without a word.
"You've said enough," Klaus warned before she could continue her profuse apologies. He slammed the door to his penthouse as loudly as possible, startling her. She looked at him with fear in her eyes and his face softened. "Don't worry, love," he said quietly, smiling with his dimples. "Most of the anger was for the tourists. I have a reputation to uphold." He pulled her naked body to his chest and kissed her forehead, calmly rubbing her back until her heart rate normalized. She finally pulled away and peered up at him from beneath her long lashes. "Yes, most," he confirmed, tucking a blonde tendril behind her ear, "but not all. I know there are many things you don't understand and that's fine, but you must always be respectful. You're my personal slave. Your every word and movement is a reflection of my training. It makes me look bad if you misbehave."
Caroline nodded, looking down. "Yes, Master. I'm sorry."
"I know you are. Unfortunately, as you know, I've a reputation. It's been over a century since I last trained a slave for my own personal use. You do realize all eyes are on us, yes?" Again, she nodded sadly, worrying her lower lip. "You're allowed to have questions. Had you come to me with them in private, we wouldn't be here. Instead, you disrespected a valuable client and embarrassed me by doing so, not that I care about the latter particularly, but that's just the perception. Vincent was fucked my life. His magic is at our disposal as long as my brother continues to Dominate him. As it stands, I have to punish you." Her sapphire eyes flicked up to his handsome face as her heart rate accelerated once more.
"It's a shame, really. I'd planned to fully claim you this evening at the party." His eyes flashed hybrid gold and sent a bolt of sexually charged electricity between her legs, anal and vaginal plugs still filling her as they had for the last three months since her arrival.
"That's not going to happen now. We'll discuss more of your punishment later, but for now, you're speaking privileges have been revoked." She nodded her understanding and was met with a feral smirk. "And since I can't have anything coming out of your mouth, my come may as well go in it. On your knees."
Caroline's pussy throbbed as she knelt before him and waited patiently for him to free his hard cock from his dark grey jeans. He ran the tip of his head across her lips, glossing them with salty precum. "Lick it off." Eyes locked on his as she slowly followed his order, she greedily tasted his arousal. "There's my obedient little slut," he said fondly. "Good girl."
The vampire's chest swelled with pride at his praise. She loved knowing she was doing the right thing, loved the rush of pleasing him. Her life was certainly different than it had been a few months prior when she'd been married to a very vanilla human. She'd come to New Orleans to escape. Instead, she'd found what she hadn't known she'd always wanted.
"Open your mouth and sucks my cock," he firmly commanded, his fist curling in her golden curls. Her lips curved up in a coy smile as she spread them wide to accommodate his thick length. He pulled her closer, forcing her to take every inch to the back of her throat. She moaned as he filled her mouth completely. She swirled her tongue around his head as she bobbed up and down in time with the rhythm he set. "Hands on the ground. Spread your legs. You'll get no relief today, little one." She obeyed.
The eternal teenager spent a lot of time on her knees learning how to please her Master orally. There was a protocol to slave training, and she hadn't yet been rewarded with any other type of sex, at least not with his cock. Her days were filled with orgasms from a variety of other sources, including the tongue of her new best friend, a beautiful raven-haired heretic named Davina Claire. Like Caroline, she was a personal slave of the Mikaelson family, specifically his little brother, Kol. Klaus was the only one in the massive pleasure house permitted to borrow her. He'd become very fond of watching the two women please each other. She'd become something of a mentor to the newest addition to their family.
"You're such a good little whore, so obedient, so filthy. You like doing as your Master commands, don't you, my sweet little pet?" She nodded and hummed her confirmation, vibrations shooting down his shaft as she sucked up and down, hollowing her cheeks as he increased the pace with sharp tugs to her hair. "I have quite the night planned. Well, I did, but then you went and misbehaved. It's a pity. Now, you really are going to be my little pet," he informed her with a devious narrowing of his eyes as his dimples shown beneath his stubble. Her pussy clenched around the large plug at his Dominant tone. "Tonight, you will crawl behind me on a leash and harness. You will say nothing and follow my orders perfectly. Is that understood?"
The slave's face burned crimson as she imagined all eyes on her as she crawled, fully nude, behind him. He would make sure she kept her legs spread as she followed along to give everyone a marvelous view of what was his. She loved being his to command. Loved the thrill of her new life. Loved being the envy of the entire club, although she suspected that wouldn't be the case tonight. Her eyes glassed over as she pictured what he might do to her. She was so lost in her fantasies that she almost forgot to nod, but his stern gaze reminded her.
"You like a little humiliation, don't you, sweetheart? You like being made to follow me around on your knees. Put on display for everyone to see. I've watched you day and night these past few months. I see how you've embraced exhibitionism," he teased with a sly curl of his upper lip. "How your pussy drips when everyone walks by and looks so closely at all you have to offer. You like this life. Being filled day and night with my plugs, stretched, reminded of me with every step. You like being mine."
Klaus pushed his cock to the back of her throat as he fucked her hard and fast, his release quickly approaching. "You're going to swallow your Master's come down your greedy little throat and you will savor every drop like a good slut. You love the taste of my arousal, love knowing it's all for you, that you are the only woman I gift with my time and affections. You do know how much I care for you, yes?"
The undead seventeen-year-old felt her heart clench at his admission and she eagerly hummed her reciprocation, her nails digging into the plush carpet as her core ached for him. He came with a groan, his fists painfully tugging her hair, his body clenching as he poured himself down her esophagus. He pulled out and watched, mesmerized, as she obediently swallowed his seed slowly and sensually, her eyes never leaving his.
"Good girl."
Caroline spent the rest of the afternoon following Klaus around on her hands and knees. As night fell, she crawled behind him to the slave preparation area. "Fit her with a harness and gag. I want an excessive amount of marking cream on her ass and breasts. And I want her nipples stiff as diamonds. Spend extra time lubricating her as well," he said firmly to her keeper, Stefan. He patted her head and grinned evilly. "I have big plans for my little pet. I want her looking her best. I'll be back in two hours. Have her ready."
"Not a problem," the hot gay masseuse replied with a friendly smile as he offered the blonde his hand.
"And she's not permitted to speak. You can talk, but she can't answer. Give her a clicker in case she has a problem." Turning back to his slave, he added, "If you absolutely need to talk, click the button and wait until Stefan gives you permission to speak. Got it?" She nodded her head obediently as she lay down on the massage table. "Good girl," he praised, petting her hair as she eyes fluttered shut when Stefan began massaging her.
Two hours later, Klaus returned and was very pleased when the keeper reported she'd had no complaints. He inspected her from head to toe, nodding his approval at the harness. It consisted of thin straps of soft black leather forming a diamond pattern around her breasts, going up her shoulders and secured with a buckle across her upper back. Her nipples stood at attention, white gold angel wings decorating them. Stefan had artfully placed another non-piercing on her belly button, a large diamond dangling from the wings.
"Spread your legs." When she did, he lifted the slick skin covering her clit and snapped on a matching set of angel wings, leaving her little bud completely exposed as her pussy throbbed for the attention he wouldn't give. He flipped her over and replaced her princess plug with a thicker anal plug that left her stretched wide, the end of it a massive blood diamond. "Kneel." She obediently fell to her knees and tilted her head down. She smiled brightly when he tilted her chin up to show her a white gold tiara showered with sparkling diamonds and rubies.
"You're my little pet, but you're my little princess, too. Can't have anyone forgetting that part," he added with a wink. He attached a long white gold chain to the back of her harness and gave it a firm tug. "Come, slave. Our guests are waiting." His tone was harsh, but his smile was warm as she crawled along behind him. "Good girl."
The ostentatious party room was packed. Supernaturals of all species and kinks were scattered about reveling in their hedonism. Caroline was hardly the only one on her knees. Masters and Mistresses were using their slaves as footstools, and they all looked so happy. If anyone had told her it would warm her heart to have Klaus rest his leather boots on her bare back, she'd have thought them mad. It was a strange thing, slave mentality. What looked servile was actually extremely intimate. He stroked her hair as she knelt beneath him, constantly praising her for a job well done. She preened at his compliments and leaned into his touch. Every now and then, he'd swat her hard on the ass with a thick leather crop for good measure. When he was feeling particularly vicious, he'd rub her clit until she moaned. Then, he'd stop, leaving her on the edge far too many times.
The man she'd insulted, Vincent, came by and nodded approvingly at the black silicone pony bit gagging her mouth. He wisely didn't comment, but Caroline knew she'd earned his forgiveness.
After he'd passed, her Master leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I'd say you survived the worst of it. It appears no real harm was done. Would you like to see what happens when slaves take their punishments like good little sluts?" She eagerly nodded her head, eyes bright with excitement. "Kol!" he called across the room, snapping his fingers.
The younger Mikaelson flashed to them with a mischievous grin. He was quite the troublemaker, Klaus' little brother. "You called, your highness?" he quipped sarcastically.
"I did. I need to borrow your slave. Send her to the small stage in the back room." Without waiting for a response, he pulled his boots from the vampire's back and tugged her to her knees. Anticipation thrummed through her veins as she followed him to the stage like a real pet, although she wasn't sporting the ears, whiskers and tails of some of her fellow crawlers.
Within minutes, it was standing room only as everyone poured in to watch Klaus Mikaelson's slave in action. "Davina, chain her wrists and ankles. Spreader bar at the knees," he said pleasantly as he settled himself on a literal throne next to the king-sized bed on the small platform. "Edge of the bed. Face down. Leg's spread, ass high, please." The perky brunette wasted no time binding Caroline to the bed by her monogrammed cuffs that matched her thick red Mikaelson slave collar. He tilted his head to the side and watched with a small smile on his face as her body began to tremble. They were just getting started.
The king of the club beckoned the muscular keeper with a snap. "Stefan, the machine." Caroline shot a glance over her shoulder, eyes wide as he wheeled the training machine behind her. Klaus smirked at her as she danced in place, her pussy clenching as she waited to be filled. "Davina, be a love and remove her butt plug."
Oh.
The blonde slave squealed happily when her favorite playmate carefully removed the rubber from her anus with a small pop. Klaus snapped his fingers again and pointed at the ground. Stefan rushed over with a plush blood red ottoman to match the giant throne. It was good to be king. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" He laughed when she excitedly shook her head up and down, mouth filled with silicone. She'd been anxiously awaiting this for months. This was the final step before her Master would take her there for the first time in her life. She could only hope he'd reconsidered doing it tonight.
Davina applied a heavy amount of silky silicone lubricant to a moderately sized black silicone dildo. When she was satisfied with her work, to the cheers of the crowd, she coated her fingers and swirled them around the inside of Caroline's anus. She positioned the machine behind her playmate but stopped when Klaus barked at her. "You're blocking the view. Best get beneath her. Make sure she can see your pussy while you fuck her in the ass." Flicking his eyes to his slave as the heretic spread her legs beneath Caroline's mouth, he added, "I very well may pull you into my lap and fuck you in front of your adoring fans, provided you behave yourself and come only when I say like a perfect little whore."
Klaus' sexy British accent saying such filthy things was almost enough to make her come on the spot, but she knew better. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply of Davina's arousal, desperately hoping someone would remove the gag so she could taste the other woman. "Go ahead, love. Turn on the machine." The crowd cheered when Davina pushed the dildo passed Caroline's tight ring of muscle, making her cry out in pleasure as she was anally penetrated for the first time. The toy went all the way in and all the way out, opening and closing her hole at an agonizingly slow pace. She knew Klaus was too careful to rush this, but she longed for the hammering pace she had in her pussy every afternoon. Her lessons had become quite the spectacle.
The slave-in-training gasped when the plug expanded and began to pulse deep inside her core. When Davina blew on her fully exposed clit, she bit the gag halfway through as she fought to maintain her composure. "Speed it up." She moaned aloud when the pace increased. "Keep it in her ass." The dildo went all the way in but stopped an inch shy of coming back out. She squirmed around, digging her nails into the silky sheets as the crowd whooped their approval. "Flick your tongue over her clit once." That made her scream. "Again." Her sapphire eyes began to fill with sweet tears as her knees shook with need. "Now do it twice." It was almost more than she could bear, but she held on like a good girl. "You're doing so very well, my lovely princess. Would you like to take it harder?" She mumbled and nodded her head. She wanted it so much.
"Stefan, get that gag out of her mouth. I want to hear her scream my name." It was gone in less than a second.
"MASTER!" she shouted when the pace rapidly increased, the toy drilling her from behind.
"Beg, Caroline. Beg me to come with a cock up your pretty little ass. Do a good job and I might let you."
"PLEASE, Master! Please let me come. Please. Please. Please." Her words came out in a steady stream of panting pleas as the dildo sped up to a punishing rhythm as it pounded into her anus. "Please, Master, please God, let me come with a cock up my ass!" Her elbows gave out and she fell onto Davina's pelvis.
"Well, if you're more interested in Davina's pleasure than your own, perhaps she should get to come first. Show everyone how well I've taught you to eat pussy." His tone was amused as he crossed his legs at the ankle, enjoying the show and the cheers surrounding them as Caroline eagerly lapped at the other girl's clit.
"You have permission, darling. Hold out as long as you can and then coat my brother's slave in your juices." Kol was equally amused as he stood at the foot of the stage, arms crossed over his chest, cock hard in his pants.
"Yes, Master," the brunette cried, her breath hot against Caroline's pussy. She held out for an impressively long amount of time before Kol ordered her to fuck herself with her fingers as Caroline's cuffs were immobilized by the chains attaching her to the four posters of the bed, her knees locked wide open. Unable to do anything but take it, she poured everything she had into making her best friend come. "FUCK YES!" she screamed as hot, sticky liquid arousal soaked the blonde's lips and chin. She greedily lapped at it as her legs violently shook with beautiful desperation.
"Increase the machine." Caroline's eyes rolled back in her head as she begged at the top of her lungs for release. "Make her come, Davina."
It was the most powerful orgasm of her life.
Caroline came so hard and so long that one orgasm rolled into another while Klaus watched with a satisfied smirk at her epic performance. When she finally collapsed, he slowly got up and turned off the machine himself. "Oh, you've been at this a hundred years, You can do more. Ass to ass. Stefan!" He snapped his fingers and the keeper appeared with a bright blue double-sided dildo. He quickly adjusted his slave's chains and pointed at the bed for Davina to kneel behind her.
Klaus pressed the thicker toy seven inches in his slave's ass before letting his brother's slave insert it into her own anus. "Fuck each other in the ass. Don't stop until you each come twice." The crowd went wild as the girls gyrated back and forth as they pushed each other higher and higher. The dildo slipped easily in and out of their asses as they roughly gained speed. They were both begging and pleading for just a little bit more before Kol finally relented and gave his girl permission to play with her clit. She came in an instant, screaming his name.
"Caroline hasn't come yet," Klaus tsked. "Fuck her harder. Stefan. Bullet." He held out his palm and the vampire flashed a small green vibrator to his palm. He pushed the button and it sprang to life, buzzing at a supernatural speed. "Do you want this?" he asked playfully, touching it to her nipples one by one.
"Yes, Master. Please may I have the bullet on my clit? Please. I want to come."
"Pick a number from one to ten," he ordered evilly, pulling the crop out of his back pocket.
"Ten please, Master." She knew this game. Any less and he'd have her trying again until she got it right.
"Ten on each side then. Count." She moaned as she counted each time he smacked her breasts and nipples with the thick leather tongue, stopping every few to tease her clit as Davina furiously fucked her ass to ass. "And one for luck." With a low growl, he lightly slapped her clit just enough to sting and make her cry out, but not enough to hurt. "Now thank me."
"Thank you for using the crop on me, Master," the vampire choked out, her lungs aching as the plug pulsed in her pussy and the dildo stimulated her anus.
"Good girl. Come for me." He held the fiery bullet to her clit and she was gone. She screamed at the top of her lungs, but the crowd's cheers drowned her out. Before she'd even come back down, he pressed the button to turn the toy on even higher, the pulse a jagged pattern that held her on the edge until Davina came a second time. "Again, slut," he commanded, smiling at her with his dimples. Her face turned purple as she cried out, her whole body tightening as liquid seeped out around the plug as she took it up the ass from the gasping heretic.
"Davina, thank you for your services," Klaus said with a cordial nod in her direction, her face flushed, chest heaving. "Take her away, brother."
Kol helped his slave remove the toy, leaving it in Caroline's ass. Even with her century of experience, her knees were weak. He scooped her up and flashed her off to his suite for a night of much needed aftercare.
The king carefully unchained his slave as she lay shaking on the bed. He gently removed the toy and snapped his fingers at Stefan to take it away. He quickly filled her anus with the wide plug before taking Caroline into his arms and kissing her temple. "You were such a good girl. I'm so very proud of you. I love you so much, ma petite princesse." Everything in her melted at his proclamation. He'd implied it enough times that she already knew but hearing him say the words was a rush.
"I love you, too, Master," she whispered sleepily as he cradled her against his chest.
"Did you enjoy that?"
"Yes, Master, very much. Thank you for allowing me to take it up the ass and come for you," she said, stifling a yawn.
"Take a nap, sweetheart. I know your ass feels good now. When you wake, we'll have to see what we can do about that." His voice was evil, and his grin matched when she looked up at him, eyes hazy with lust and exhaustion. "Un jeu d'endurance, princesse," he said playfully, kissing her lightly on the mouth. She gulped before passing out.
Caroline slept for hours. The room had cleared out after she'd gone to sleep. It was after 2:00am before she awoke from her slumber. Klaus smiled at her and carefully untangled her tiara from her golden curls decorated with little white gold angel wings. "Go get yourself cleaned up before we continue. Have Stefan assist."
"Yes, Master," she replied, stretching her arms and legs. She got up from the bed and was met with a tut.
"Hands and knees," he barked. She immediately obeyed and crawled off to the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later, she came back with her tiara back in place, curls once again wavy and perfect, her nipples as rock hard as Klaus' cock had been for hours. "Come. I'm going to spank you." He held out a hand and helped position her over his lap. As usual, he started slowly. The light sounds of slaps gradually attracted an audience. Many of the partygoers had retreated to their rooms, but several dozen filled the room to watch the show as he painted her ass red.
"You like it when I take you over my knee, don't you, love?"
"Yes, Master," she gasped when he slapped her cheek hard enough to leave a beautiful handprint atop the crop marks from her time as a footstool.
"You like when I spank you, leave my mark on your porcelain skin. You love the pain, the way you'll remember this with every movement until you heal as a human. Magic is such a lovely thing." With the marking cream, she'd be sore for days, reminded of her reward every time she sat down. Fortunately, Klaus prepared for that. Her punishment as a pet would last for several weeks, possibly months, so she wouldn't really be using the furniture all that much.
"Perhaps I'll paint you tomorrow. Put you on your hands and knees with your pretty little ass in the air to immortalize your obedience on canvas. You've been such a good girl, and good girls get rewards. I'm going to fuck you tonight, Caroline. You're going to come with my cock inside of you." She moaned out loud as the pressure increased, her pussy clenching around the plug as lust overwhelmed her senses. "We'll do a full session. I think you're ready for it, don't you?" She eagerly nodded, relaxing as adrenaline flooded her undead veins.
By the time an hour passed, the small theater was once again standing room only. Word had quickly spread that Klaus was on stage and many had gotten out of bed to watch the show. There were at least 150 supernaturals gathered to view her rewards and it was thrilling for the young blonde. Her ass was bright red and purple, his handprints artfully decorating her cheeks. He rubbed away the pain in slow circles until her heart stopped pounding. He pulled her up to straddle his lap, her soaked pussy grinding against his stiff cock. He kissed her deeply, tangling his fist in her hair.
The hybrid's jeans were far too constricting. He needed her now. He flashed them to the throne and spun her around to face the audience. "Spread your legs wide so they can see how those little wings keep your clit ready for me." She did so without hesitation. "Good girl," he growled, his words husky as sensuality dripped off his tongue.
"Thank you, Master," she said in a breathy whisper as her core ached. She leaned back against him as he pulled and twisted her nipples, leaving thumbprints in his wake that would last for days. It was too much. Too good.
To Caroline's great surprise and joy, Klaus removed the large plug from her pussy. She whipped her head around and looked back at him in shock. "I didn't say where I was going to fuck you," he chuckled, kissing her roughly on the mouth as he smoothly unbuckled his belt. He briefly coated his fingers in her juices to lubricate his thick cock before slowly lowering her down, deeply penetrating her for the first time. He memorized every muscle of her beautiful face as he made love to her.
"You're so lovely, Caroline. So lovely." He kissed her cheeks, nose, shin and eyes in little pecks as they moved together. His hands kneaded and squeezed her beasts, his fingers rolling and shaping her nipples. He plucked off the angel wings and tossed them aside, a fan excitedly catching them, but he barely noticed.
When Klaus was with Caroline, they were on another planet. Nothing existed but the way they perfectly blended together as one. Her pussy was so wet, so tight, so perfect. And she was his. He'd been alone for so long, content to sleep around and indiscriminately play with his flavor of the day. Everything changed when he found her in his lobby. He looked at her and the world stopped turning. Their coupling was magnetic as they floated in each other's orbits, oblivious to the crowd's cheers as she approached the edge.
The Original dropped his hand to push her legs apart. He rubbed his index finger around and around her little bud, making her cry out for him. "Come for me, sweetheart," he cooed down her throat as he kissed her passionately. A mind-blowing orgasm ripped through her that left her speechless and trembling in his arms. He slowed his pace to help her come back down. When she was finished, he carefully turned her around to straddle his lap, his wide girth never leaving her. He twisted and turned the plug secured in her anus, taunting her with promises he would keep another day. They were immortal. They had plenty of time.
"Ride my cock. Make me come for you," he whispered in her mouth, his hands settling comfortably on her hips as he moved her up and down, her hips rolling sensually against his black Henley.
"Yes, Master," she giggled happily, returning his kisses as he nibbled her lower lip. He pulled back to watch her colorful breasts bounce up and down, teasing her nipples with his nails. The plug jostled around her ass, stimulating her beyond reason. She braced herself with her hands on his shoulders as she obediently rode his cock. She wanted to please him. Wanted to see the legendary Original Hybrid fall apart for her. She was his special princess slave and she wanted to be good to him. Seeing his eyes grow hazy, his hips bucking to meet hers, made her feel a power she'd never known.
Klaus nibbled his way down her ear, his kisses and nips searing. She felt a rush when his fangs lightly scraped her neck. With a sharp pinch, he bit down on her throat. He drank deeply, his thumb finding her clit once more. He mumbled a command for her to come around a mouthful of blood. Her pace increased to supernatural speed as she fell apart astride his lap, her juices coating his jeans as she cried out his name. He pulled away, her blood flowing down his chin. He kissed her deeply, feeding her his blood as he bit down on his lip to heal the venom of his bite.
"Fuck, you feel amazing, sweetheart."
The hybrid came with a groan, filling her pussy with his seed. Stars danced behind her eyes as one final orgasm tore her apart, his blood an intoxicating aphrodisiac leaving her drunk and breathless. She collapsed against his chest, her bruised breasts heaving as he clung to her like a port in the storm. He buried his face in her neck, holding her close as the crowd dissipated. She was barely conscious by the time he flashed them back to his penthouse. The last thing she heard before falling into a deep slumber was his voice, pride evident in his husky praise.
"Good girl."
A/N Whew! That was a fun one. I hope I didn't scare anybody off. I originally planned to do a poly thing with them. I was afraid it would be too similar to Be a Good Girl, Caroline, but that doesn't seem to be the case. I'm thinking I may keep it KC centric if nobody minds. Let me know what you think! Pretty please with smut on top. :)
