Warning, mature content

Part 12

Klaus paced back and forth in his chamber, he was furious. Where the hell was that girl? She had left with Elijah this morning, but he knew that she had returned a while ago. She should have been here by now. No, he should have taken what he wanted from her last night. Why would he care if she wasn't feeling well? He let out a growl and slammed his fists against the wall.

This had to stop. She was nothing more than a meaningless human, she meant nothing to him. Tonight he would put her back in her place. She had become way too arrogant for his liking; it was time for her to learn who was in charge here. Where the hell was she…? A quiet knock on the door cut off his thoughts. His eyes narrowed and he pressed his lips together.

"Enter."

Dafne opened the door and got in as quickly as she could before closing it behind her.

"My lord," she greeted him, she sounded careless. That infuriated Klaus even more.

"I thought I warned you not to keep me waiting."

"I had things to do," she huffed. "My master needed my services."

"Is that so?"

She nodded and twirled her blonde hair around her finger. Klaus's eyes darkened.

"You think you can disrespect me?"

She smiled.

"No, of course not, my lord. You may take my blood, but I will never serve you like I serve my master. He gets everything you will never have."

Klaus stared at her in fury; she actually dared to smile at him. He was going to teach her a lesson she would never forget.

"I see," he stated, his voice unnaturally calm. Slowly he made his way to one of his armchairs and sat down. "Come here. I want what you owe me."

She sighed and lazily approached the armchair.

"Could you make this quick?" she huffed. "My master is waiting for me."

Klaus' lips curved into a sinister smirk.

"Let him wait."

She gasped when he grabbed her arm and forced her over his leg.

"Wha-what are you doing?"

"Teaching you a valuable lesson, sweetheart," he replied, cupping a hand on her hip and adjusting her higher onto his lap.

"Let go of me," she demanded.

"You think you can give me orders?" he hummed and took a hold of the hem of her dress.

"Yes! Only my master is allowed to do this!"

"Hmm," Klaus hummed and lifted her dress. She tried to fight him, but he took her wrists and effortlessly held them behind her back with one hand. His other hand slid her knickers down her legs, exposing her bare bottom.

"How dare you!" she shouted and struggled with all her might. He barely noticed that, he was staring at her bottom. It was curved and smooth. Perfect. She kept squirming in his lap as he caressed her warm skin.

"I demand you to release me right now!" she shouted.

"I will, but first you have a lesson to learn," he hummed.

"How dare you…Ah!" she screamed as the first smack came. Then another. And another. She was squirming furiously, making his body to react the obvious way. He was incredibly turned on. Suddenly he realized something. She was turned on as well, he could smell her arousal.

"Oh!" she moaned. "Oh, master! More! Please give me more!"

He bit his bottom lip.

"You like this, sweetheart?"

"Yes! Oh yes, master! I want you. I need you. I am yours, please take me now…"

"My lord?"

"Dafne…" Klaus murmured.

"Yes, I am here, my lord."

Slowly Klaus opened his eyes, he felt much disoriented. What…

"Is everything alright?" Dafne's voice asked.

Klaus turned his head and saw her standing next to his bed. It took a brief moment before he understood what had happened. A dream…

"My lord? Are you well?"

"Yes," Klaus murmured after clearing his throat. "What are you doing here?"

Her brows came together.

"You told me to come to you, my lord. Last night."

"Right, right…"

Klaus was struggling to pull himself together, he was turned on. Fortunately she didn't seem to notice that.

"Do you wish to feed?" she asked.

"Yes," he replied without hesitation. "But not right away. Take a seat."

"Alright."

Of course she chose the armchair he had sat in his dream. Seeing her sitting there made his mouth water. He stared at her, he couldn't help it. The dream… What the hell had that been?

"Are you sure everything is alright, my lord?" she asked after a moment of silence. He hadn't noticed that his stare was apparently making her uncomfortable.

"Yes, everything is fine," he murmured and finally got into a sitting position. "How was your day?"

She was clearly surprised by his question.

"It was fine."

"You were with Elijah?"

"Yes."

"You may take my blood, but I will never serve you like I serve my master. He gets everything you will never have…"

"Come here."

Again she looked surprised, but she stood up and walked over to the bed.

"Here," he murmured and patted the spot in front of him.

She obeyed and exposed her neck to him. He pulled her closer, until her back was pressed against his chest. Instead of piercing her skin right away, he ran his fingers softly over her neck. She felt just as warm as always. At the moment he was nothing but annoyed by that. There were so many things he would have wanted to do to her… Why couldn't she let him? Just once. Just so he could get her out of his system.

Things couldn't continue like this. He wasn't going to be this…pathetic person. He didn't beg, he took what he wanted. But he wasn't a savage either. He had almost crossed the line with her one time. That was the only reason why he had agreed to this ridiculous arrangement. He had felt guilty. Now he just had to settle for her blood. She tasted just as sweet as always and he felt relaxed after feeding. Neither of them spoke before she stood up.

"Good night, my lord."

"Good night," he murmured and sighed after she had left. Damn it… He needed to make this stop. No matter what it would take.