This is the M-edited version of TJoTH. Link to the full MA-rated version is at the top of my profile.
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Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended, as usual I do not own anything but my original (chuckle) story and a petite little OC.
Warning: Rated M for a reason! This chapter contains mind-games and erotica, although the most explicit parts have been edited out.
A/N This is the final chapter published before the story got deleted. From CH6 Part 2 and onwards it will be all new. SO – question: Do you think I should try to write the new stuff so it can stay on here or should I write it with all the kink my twisted brain can come up with and post an edited version here and an NC-17-rated one on the blog?
To the story, chapter 6 beckons – it is Kitten/Kol 1 on 1 time! The SERIOUS smut in the end now lives in the story's NC-17/MA+ home but it's still a very sexy chapter. I hope you like!
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The Joy of the Hunt Chapter 6 (Part 1 of 4) –
His Name Is Darkness
(Part 1 - Delicious Denial)
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
- Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) - Eurythmics -
The room is very quiet after Elijah leaves. The only sound that can be heard is her panting breath. The few minutes since he trussed her up here have not been enough to diminish her arousal, her overwhelming need. Flat on her back on her bed and unable to move beyond squirming she tries to will her body into an orgasm, just to get rid of this unbearable and humiliating arousal. When she tries to move her bright pink buttocks rub against the ripped sheet, it feels like it is on fire. Yet that very feeling is part of the turn on, that thought makes her face turn as pink as her ass. What is happening to her? How can humiliation and spanking almost make her come undone. She truly wanted him; she was squirming on his erection like some wanton creature. The very fact that she is being punished now was brought on by her inability to contain herself from seeking pleasure without permission, and arguing when he told her not to. Oh the shame of it. Oh the pleasure of it. She is so confused, tears start trickling down her cheeks from frustration.
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Kol is trying to get a hold of himself. His brother just left the house to go check up on his mate, asking him to look after Kitten in the meanwhile. Kitten, who just recently dreamed of him as her savior on a rose petal covered bed. Kitten, who is apparently naked, tied up and just fucked, but being denied orgasm due to insubordination. The next step is up to him though; he is still not quite sure how to proceed. His Kitten. His Kitten? Where did that thought come from? So what if she dreams of him? So what if his first belief that the man she dreamt of wasn't him caused a surge of jealousy in him? She's just a sub, a human sub. An object, a possession. How can she see him as her white knight?
'Did you know Kitten, even my name actually means 'Darkness' in the Old Tongue?', he mutters to himself. But they say cats, even kittens, can see in the dark – don't they? Is she seeing something that isn't there, or is she seeing something that he just can't see? It confuses him, makes him uncomfortable, and Kol does not appreciate being confused and uncomfortable.
Elijah told him she is well rested and recently ate, so her weak, human, physical needs have been met. Today is a new day of training for her which has already been begun by his brother. He makes a decision, he will take the reins and continue her training, that will put him firmly back in control and remind his rebelling mind of just what she is, and what she isn't. He will start where Elijah left off and simply take it from there. Yes, that is exactly what he needs to do. He stretches his body languidly, like the panther she sees him as, and gets dressed. It is quick and when he is done soft, supple, skin tight black leather pants hug his lower body with nothing between the leather and his skin. A form fitting, black V-necked tee covers but does not hide his rippling abs. As he pulls his fingers through his short dark hair he shrugs off the last remains of uneasiness and leaves his bedroom, it is time to tame a Kitten. At the thought a crooked smile spreads over his handsome features and his stride becomes more assured. She won't know what hit her when he's done.
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With passing time her arousal finally began to dwindle. The ache between her legs has just begun to dull when the door opens and the younger Mikaelson enters the room. His gaze scan over her bare and restrained form with naked appreciation and his eyes darken at the sight of here. 'Well, hello there Kitten.' He purrs huskily. 'It seems you have been a bad girl. Do you by any chance recall what we do to bad girls?' Her eyes widen at his barely veiled threat and her rapidly increasing heartbeat causes his smirk to become even more pronounced. The last time he asked her this question she was caned, the memory of the pain is still very much alive in her mind. He shakes his head slowly at her.
'Now, now. There is no reason to be afraid. Today is about pleasure; I believe my brother already told you this. Unless you blatantly break a major rule your corrections will take much less painful forms than last time.' He pauses for a second 'That's not to say there will be no pain my pet, just that you will enjoy it. Elijah informed me you alreadydidenjoy it.' She blushes a deep scarlet when she realizes the brothers have discussed everything that already happened this morning, including her response to being spanked. Kol knows exactly what she has been doing and why she is lying here.
'I must say, this 'just fucked' look really suits you. My only complaint is that it wasn't me that caused it, but we can rectify that.' He smiles widely at her. 'Would you like that, Kitten? Do you want me to fuck you?' Again a mix of humiliation and hot arousal courses through her body at his words. She should not be this turned on by his question, from being treated like this. But she is and there really is no denying it. Still, she has her pride and she cannot openly admit it, at least not yet. Even in her current situation she would like him to at least try to woo her, crazy as that thought seems even to her own mind. Even as she thinks this she cannot help but give him a once over. Wow, he's hot. She has seen him naked of course, intimately so, but somehow clad in skin tight black leather and cotton he is even sexier. Her dwindled arousal rekindles and she feels a rush of heat pool between her legs. Damn, he's going to smell that, and think it was in response to his question. She squeezes her eyes shut and vigorously shake her head in denial. 'No, I wouldn't!' To her surprise his only response is a throaty chuckle.
'You keep telling yourself that, Kitten.' His husky voice is incredibly sexy. 'I would be more inclined to believe you if your current position didn't allow me to clearly see your dripping arousal; And, if I didn't know the reason why you are bound. Here I was, all ready to make it easier for you and let you cum, but lying to me certainly warrants a continuation of your punishment.' He sits down on the foot end of the bed and gently caresses her legs, stroking from the strip of sheet around her ankles all the way up to her thighs and back down again while carefully avoiding touching her center.
'Kol, please.. aaah!' When she starts to speak he sharply slaps her swollen bundle, sending a stingingly painful wave laced with pleasure coursing through her body. 'No,' he says when she has relaxed enough to hear him 'I think for the moment we are back to 'Master', at least until you have atoned for your lie'
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Hearing her say his name actually does not annoy him like it usually does when a sub forgets herself, in fact he really likes the way his name sounds on her tongue. But, he has to remind himself, they are here to train and she hasn't exactly been submissive, so it will not do to be informal. On top of this he is still not quite sure what to think about her dream and what he had said to her then. He doesn't want to be her savior, does he? He wants to be her Master, right?
Shaking the feeling he looks at her again. She truly looks delectable laying there, all spread out and willing, yet unwilling. He acknowledges that her mix of heady arousal and stubborn refusal to admit the same is frankly very sexy. His pants begin to feel constricting as his cock grows ever larger at the sight of her. He can't help himself, at the next upward stroke of his hands on her legs he lets his right index finger travel along her moist core, capturing her glistening juices before bringing it to his mouth to taste her. His touch causes her entire body to shake. 'Remember Kitten, you are not allowed to come. If you do come I must think of another way to punish you and I can't promise that will be pain-free.'
'This isn't pain-free either', she mutters through clenched teeth, clearly referring to her level of arousal. He can't help but chuckle at her horny discomfort 'No, I suppose it isn't. Perhaps you would even prefer another method of punishment? But then I already offered to fuck you and you turned me down, so perhaps not.' She can only groan, apparently at her own stupidity, as if right now she can't think of anything she wants more than for him to take her to heaven and back. He will anyway, although she doesn't know it yet. His leather pants are straining and he doesn't plan to keep them on for much longer, but first he wants to torture her with pleasure and make her admit that she wants him. His right index finger is back at her opening, this time briefly touching the nerve center that is aching so for him before it suddenly dips inside her. He pulls it back out and brings it up to her mouth. 'Here, suck it. Taste yourself. It's mostly you, but I believe I could feel some of Elijah there too.' He grins at her shocked look. He and his brother have shared far too many partners through the years for him to be disconcerted by the fact that Elijah recently came inside her. Her dripping arousal has left too little of his brothers cum in her to leave more than a slight aftertaste, and the shock-value was worth it anyway. 'Come on, suck it! I won't ask you nicely again!' He orders and then moans at the feeling of her plump lips wrapping around his finger, tasting her own arousal. He really wants a better taste of that.
'Remember, you are not allowed to come.' He warns her before lowering his head in-between her bound legs. Starting at the knee he gently kisses a trail up her inside thigh. Right before reaching her core he switches legs, drawing a disgruntled sound from her lips. 'What was that, Kitten?' he asks before kissing a trail that matches the first along her to her leg, again stopping right before arriving where she so clearly is dying to be touched.
'Please… Please Master'
'Please what, Kitten? Tell me what you want. Ask me nicely and you might get it.' He smirks at her and blows on her wet center, sending an uncontrolled shiver all along her body. One of his hands sneaks up her side to arrive at her breast, tweaking the already hard nipple between thumb and forefinger. His other hand slides in under her, grabbing her ass to lift her hips towards his waiting mouth. His touch on her stinging buttocks causes her to flinch slightly. 'What was that? Ah yes, you've been a bad girl and got spanked for it, I almost forgot.' He grins and instead of easing up he squeezes her ass harder, the rough fondling of her sensitized skin sending raw but delicious sensations through her being. 'Well, please what?'
When she remains silent apart from her panting he looks up at her face, only to find her eyes squeezed shut. She is clearly struggling not to say anything. Her feisty nature is showing again, he thinks. She doesn't want to beg. Funny, he thought they had broken through that barrier last time. Ah well; If at first you don't succeed…
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His delicious hands and mouth are driving her insane. He is all over her body, everywhere but where she needs him. Her resolve is slipping fast, if he keeps this teasing up she knows it will not be long before she stops holding out for him to ask her and resort to begging for release. The fact that he has made it clear she will not be allowed to cum no matter if he touches her or not, at least for now, makes it slightly easier to hold out though. Suddenly his magic tongue is right at her core, starting in the sensitive area between her two entrances he licks her with a long, wide stroke upwards, collecting her juices, before stopping right before hitting her bundle of nerves. Moving back down his tongue plays around her opening, circling it while he makes appreciative noises.
'You taste divine, Kitten' he murmurs into her pussy before continuing laving her 'I don't think I have ever tasted a sweeter pussy.' His words turn her on even more and she feels strangely proud to be pleasing him, but this is not quite what she had in mind when she wanted him to woo her so she stays silent aside from involuntary groans brought on by his ministrations. He continues to cover every spot but the one that aches for her with his tongue, taking clear pleasure in her fresh onset of juices. For a second he hardens his tongue and spears her with it, pushing it as far into her pussy as he can and twirling it around inside her. She thinks she is going to explode from lust and need, but just as she realizes she is on the verge of coming undone despite his refusal to touch her clit, he realizes the same and abruptly stop. 'Uh huh, no coming Kitten.' Lifting her hips slightly higher he changes the target of his tongue, instead beginning to circle her anal opening. The spike of pleasure this sends through her body comes as a complete surprise. Her eyes fly open and she can't help but arch her back and whimper as the tip of his tongue carefully enters her puckered hole. He stays there only for a moment before placing her hips back down on the crumpled sheets, grinning at her. 'Yes, that is one of the strongest erogenous zones, Kitten, far too often forgotten. But you already know that, do you remember begging me to enter your ass?' She still refuses to talk but finds it impossible to keep from nodding, her eyes still wide and her breath coming in short gasps.
He scratches his nose where it has rubbed against her pubes. Being a natural blonde the hair covering her mound is softer and lighter than it would have been had she been darker of complexion – but she also has not had the opportunity to keep her careful pruning up during the last few days so her slight stubble has pricked his skin. 'I'll give you a moment to think on that, Kitten. I'll be right back.' He says before getting up and exiting the room, leaving her a quivering heap of need on the bed. Now what is he up to?
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Kol strolls up towards the special room to pick a few items up, whistling as he walks with his hands dug into his pockets. Such a delightful and responsive little thing, his Kitten is. He knows she is ready and that the first break through has been achieved but he cannot help but be slightly delighted, in a twisted sense that she is still putting up a bit of a fight. Delighted but also a bit confused. She is so clearly aching for it, why will she not ask him to touch her? He knows she wants him and that it is a feeling present on many levels. Her dream made that clear to him and also planted some unnerving thoughts inside his own mind. Even during the short time he just spent with her he found himself wanting to make every minute special for her. He wants her to beg him, not so much because she needs to beg him for the training to have been successful, but because a part of him wants to hear her confirm that she wants him. Not just release, but him.
Once he reached his destination he grabs a tray and quickly assembles the things he needs, adding a few he is not sure he will need for good measure, and walks back down the hall to her. Having her tied to Elijah's bed is not optimal in his mind but now is not a good time to move her either. She has to give in first, then he can take her to the Room, or maybe to his room. His room? He never takes a sub to his room! The only girls that see the inside of that room never leave it again, at least not with their blood still inside their bodies. But hell, if Elijah can have her in his own bed, so can he damn it! It's not a sign of weakness if his big brother can do it, right? But Elijah did it for convenience, not because he wanted to enjoy seeing her in his bed– a small part of him argues. He squashes the thought.
Quietly re-entering his brother's bedroom he stops in the doorway for a moment, his eyes drinking her in. She is still panting slightly although her heart rate has come down. His short absence has managed to bring her level of arousal back down to manageable levels, just as intended, although the scent of her need is still strong in the room. Her eyes are closed and her head leaned to one side, her strawberry waves spread out over the pillow like a halo around her. She looks so beautiful and fragile laying there. 'I must take care not to break her.' The thought comes unbidden. What was that? Breaking her is the goddamn point! 'There is breaking and breaking, you know that.' What the hell? He is going crazy, having inner conversations about her now.
His small growl at his own treacherous mind causes her eyes to fly open and lock onto his. The sight of her blue orbs digging into his and the involuntary smile that graces her features at the sight of him causes his undead heart to clench and he draws a breath he doesn't need. For a second he feels naked before her, his confused emotions spilling out of his eyes. Her expression changes to slight confusion and he finally manages to get a grip, forcing a crooked smirk onto his face as he regards her with hardening eyes. 'Break time's over, Kitten. Class is back in session!'
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A growl from the door brings her back to reality from the safe place her mind has wandered to in his absence. Funnily enough, Kol was there too, in the safe palace, just holding her tight. It is confusing but her mind has far too much to handle to dwell on such a small detail at the moment. Opening her eyes she sees him in the doorway, a tray with assorted items on it in his hands. Her first gut reaction is to smile at him; he was just there in her mind after all. When she does, something happens to him and for a split second he looks so very young. He is just standing there, staring at her with a whirlwind of emotions radiating from his eyes. This Kol looks much like the one in her safe place, the one that actually cares for her, but this is not that Kol so why does he look like this? Her smile fades in confusion and she sees him immediately shut down, his features hardening and a smirk covering his oh-so-handsome features. Yes, this is the Kol from real life. He speaks to her, saying something about class starting again and she knows her time of rest is over.
Her eyes flicker to the tray. He follows her gaze and his smirk grows wider. 'Much as I enjoy tasting you Kitten, a stubble rash is not what I'm after. I realize you haven't been given the opportunity to primp and trim lately, so I thought I'd lend a hand. With a twist, of course. 'He places the tray on the bedside table, picks up a couple of metal bowls from it and steps into the bathroom. She can hear water running and a moment later he returns, both bowls filled with water. Picking up a small bottle he pours its contents into one of the bowls and a sweet but subtle scent of musk and lilies rises in the air. Bringing the whole table to the end of the bed he sits down in-between her spread thighs and caresses her body with his eyes. 'You are such a pretty little Kitten.' He murmurs 'It's a shame to cover any part of you up. Let's rectify that.'
Picking up a soft washcloth he dips it into the oil-scented water and then brings it to her core. Ever so gently he wets and cleans her, from where the strip of hair starts at the top of her mound all the way down between her cheeks, taking special care around her openings. Dipping and wringing the cloth in the lukewarm water repeatedly he makes sure that every trace of her juices, his saliva and Elijah's cum are removed, even using a finger to gently dip ever so slightly into first her pussy and then her puckered ass. It's an exquisite feeling, she feels cherished and cared for and his touch is feather light. Arousal starts pooling in the pit of her stomach as the cloth caresses her folds, her thighs, her clit, her ass and everything in-between. Kol is humming all the while he's working, occasionally looking up and capturing her gaze. His hard expression has softened, but not to the vulnerable point she glimpsed when he first re-entered the room, more like a man on a mission who likes what he sees. For the first time since she was asked to beg she decides to speak up, taking care to use the proper form of address.
'Thank you Master, this feels nice.' His head whips up and he looks at her in surprise at hearing her speak. 'I'm glad Kitten, but please be aware this is not meant as a reward, you have done nothing to be rewarded for yet.' He grins at her before lowering his gaze and continuing his gentle cleaning. 'I simply wish you to be relaxed for a while as it suits me.'
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Yeah yeah, keep telling yourself that. The annoying inner voice is talking to him again and he firmly squashes it. Looking at his handiwork he decides that she is clean enough and places the cloth back on the tray. Instead he picks up a small brush and a bar of soap. Dipping the brush into the other bowl to wet it he then rubs it on the soap working up a thick lather. Realizing he forgot something he replaces the lathered brush on the tray, he needs her in a better position. He quickly unties her ankles, looking at her with a raised eyebrow daring her to try anything as he does so, but she is far too relaxed after his soft ministrations to fight him right now. Good, mission accomplished.
When her ankles are free he swiftly flips her over, causing her arms to cross in front of her. He then grabs the thick pillows previously used by Elijah to prop her up and lifts her hips, returning her to the position she was in a few hours ago with his brother. Chest to the mattress, back arched with her hips lifted by the pillow he re-ties her ankles in a spread eagle position leaving her ass and sex delightfully exposed to his gaze. He takes a moment to admire the color of her back cheeks. Elijah certainly didn't hold back when painting them pink with his palm. He chuckles to himself as he sees the evidence of why she gasped when he squeezed her buttocks before. The sight is arousing but he has another goal with this exercise.
She tensed up momentarily but went back to her relaxed state when her change in position did not lead to any further actions on his part besides gently caressing her backside. Craning her neck to look over her shoulder he sees her watching him when he reaches for the lathered brush again, a look of confusion painting her relaxed features as he gently covers the crack between her cheeks in the lather. He allows the brush to dip to also lather her outer lips, so perfectly visibly positioned between her spread cheeks, her arched back pretty much pushing her swollen sex into his line of sight. The touch of the lathered brush is enough to bring a small moan from her lips, yes she is very ready indeed.
When he is content that every exposed inch of her backside is covered in softening lather he puts the brush back onto the tray and instead gabs the barbers' knife. No new multi-blade razor for him, no. His supple fingers instead extend and fold out an incredibly sharp blade, the kind used both in barber shops of old and by Jack the Ripper. Incredibly gently he brings it towards her most sensitive areas, but half way there he pauses, realizing the potential for danger and deciding to let her know. 'Kitten?' he says asking for and receiving her attention. He moves the razor sharp blade around her head to allow her to see it. 'I would ask you to remain as still as possible. I am skilled with the blade but I cannot promise that I would be able to avoid hurting you if you move unexpectedly, ok?' Her eyes widen at the sight of the barbers blade. 'As long as you remain completely still no harm will come to you; that much I can promise' he continues. He is rewarded with widened eyes and a woman that relaxes her tensed muscles. Apparently she is aware of just how sharp this tool is and unwilling to test his reflexes and ability to avoid cutting her.
His hand reaches out to her pink, recently spanked buttocks and separates them, before carefully placing the blade between them. Slowly and deliberately he begins shaving her core with the blade, the extreme sharpness of it removing every trace of hair between her legs, leaving her puckered hole and swollen lips soft and sweet, bare and wanting. When he is content and happy with his work another swipe of the soft washcloth removes the last of the suds from around her sex, exposing her velvet bare folds to his gaze. 'I will turn you over and continue in a second' he whispers in her ear, causing a shiver to run through her being. 'There is just one more thing left to do before I turn you over.' He continues, replacing the sharp blade on the tray and reaching for a black, cone shaped object and a small tube.
Placing the tip of the tube at her back entrance he fees her body tense up. He allows the very edge of it to slightly enter her ass before squeezing it gently, depositing a generous dollop of silicone lubricant right inside her anus. He follows this action with a swift entry of his index finger, carefully and gently spreading the lube both inside her and around her back entrance. 'As I said before, an erogenous zone far too easily overlooked.' He purrs in her ear as he brings the object in his hand up to tease her back door, pressing a small button while he does so, causing the object to vibrate against her ass. A moment later she gasps and moans loudly as he penetrates her anus with the toy, pushing it all the way in and leaving it there, removing his hands. The butt plug is cone shaped but tapers off after the widest part to a thin "waist". Pushing it all the way into her, her ring muscle contracts at the feeling, closing around the thin point right after the widest spot, making sure the toy will stay in her as he continues.
He unties her ankles again and switches her back over in a reverse motion to the one he just performed. When she is back with her shoulders pressed into the covers, only now shivering now and again from the feeling of the plug buried in her backside, he reaches for the brush again. Working up another thick lather he covers her mound and all other areas which he has not already shaved. Once she is completely covered in foam he again replaces the brush and picks up the knife. 'Again Kitten, be perfectly still, no matter what I do. If you are not, I cannot promise I will not cut you.' He purrs into her ear, quite aware that she will not manage to be perfectly still and equally committed to not actually cutting her, although she does not need to know that.
The movements of the barber's blade start at the top of her mound, right where the strip of hair she has allowed to cover her sex begins. Ever so carefully the knife removes this strip, leaving her more naked and exposed with every passing minute. Now and then he lifts the blade from her skin and reaches around her. Grabbing a hold of the toy that is buried in her ass he forcefully thrusts it in and out of her tightest hole while temporarily increasing the frequency of the vibrations. He feels her buck against his hand, ready as ever, and seriously has to fight the urge to bend her over the nearest flat surface and taking her right here, right now. Instead he calms down and finishes what he started. A few minutes later the only hair on her body can be found on top of her head. He leans back and enjoys his handiwork. Her sweet pussy is, if possible, even more enticing now when it is completely bare and at his mercy. Wetting and wringing the washcloth again he wipes away the last pieces of lather. The sight before him is unearthly sexy, and he cannot stop the next words coming out of his mouth.
'Why don't you ask me to touch you Little One? It is the only thing I have asked of you, and yet you refuse me'.She is silent for a moment, just looking at him before deciding to actually answer his question. 'Because I wantYOUto askme!'she mutters between clenched teeth.'Do you even want me, do you stop to consider?'she continues. 'I want you to, at least for a second, pursue me, woo me. Is that really too much to ask?'
He's stunned by her revelation. Here he is with her trussed up before him bare as the day she was born. He has just washed her sweat, juices and his brothers cum from her sex, shaved every strand of hair from her folds and put a vibrating toy into her ass, which up until a few days ago was untouched by man. And her one complaint is that he hasn't… WOED her? He shakes his head in amazement. His Kitten truly is something else. To some degree even this answer fulfilled his wish though, it certainly seems like she wants him, on more than one level. Chuckling to himself he decides that he can meet this one request of hers, barring one condition.
'Tell you what my Pet.' He leans over her, covering her naked body with his clothed one, to whisper the words huskily into her ear. 'Tit for tat. I will ask you, and sexually woo you, if you don't hold back your need to beg me to continue. Deal?' Reaching one hand down between their bodies it briefly skims over her clit, causing a shudder to pass through her small frame. Dipping his hand further down he takes a hold of the base of the toy inside her, twisting it slightly while he bites down on her neck with blunt teeth. She can't hold back a pleasure filled whimper. The sound fills him with lust and an unfamiliar warmth. Returning his lips to her ear he nibbles softly on her earlobe before continuing to speak.
'I would really like to taste you again, now when your pussy is slick and soft and the danger of a stubble rash removed. I want to worship your body and lick your folds, drinking the sweet poison of your juices. I want to suck on your clit, dip my fingers into your pussy and make you shiver in delight. May I fulfill my desire with your blessing, my little Kitten?' He practically purrs the words into her ear and finds that he is turned on to a surprising degree by voicing them this way. She gasps loudly as he speaks, clearly she is just as turned on as he is, as well as surprised that he gave her what she asked for, in a fashion at least. Turning her head to look at him she bestows a small, shivering smile upon him. After a quick nod her head leans forwards as far as the bonds will let her, enough to capture his lower lip between her teeth. 'Yes, Master. I would very much like that.'
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[Smutty, smutty, SMUTTY 2000 word scene removed]
Synopsis removed scene: Kol uses much of his sexpertice to please Kitten but requests, no demands, that she does not climax. While he takes a short break to let her rest she actively seeks out her own release which angers him incredibly. He realizes he must extend this training session to correct her but needs to get his own tension relieved first. Punishment fuck ensues.
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He collapses on top of her, his cock still semi hard and buried in her. It will take much more than one powerful orgasm to tire an Original, he thinks to himself with a chuckle. His Kitten however, is completely spent. Making her go on now would be cruel. She should have thought of that before blatantly disregarding his orders though, he thinks. That said, she has earned a little rest from the magnificent way she came around him just now, being brought to an earth shattering climax by nothing else than his domineering order and a punishing, painful fuck. She really is a natural and secretly he is rather proud of her. Even her continuing disobedience is something to not be seen in a completely negative light, it allows him to express his need to correct and dominate. When she is pliable he has repeatedly found himself becoming uncharacteristically soft and gentle with her. His fascination and need for her only deepens. With her it seems, for the first time, he can express both sides of his nature. He wants to nurture her, he wants to punish her.
Pulling out of her still throbbing hole he buttons his fly back up and then reaches down to untie her wrists. She is too far gone to do more than mumble something unintelligible when he lifts her up into his arms. Hoisting her limp form onto his shoulder he pats her ass as he starts carrying her down the hall towards the Room. 'Rest for a moment, Kitten. Class will soon be back in session.' He grins to himself when he thinks of a stray thought from earlier in the day that he never shared with her.
'Oh, did I ever tell you that my name means 'Darkness'? Now you know why.'
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A/NThis section gave us some insight into both of their minds and the developing attachment as well as some yummy Kol/Kitten (Kolitten?) fluff in-between the more explicit areas. Did you like?
As a "keeping it real" note; Kol knows Kitten does not actually have the control to steer her own orgasms yet, but he is expecting her to not actively seek the release with her mind. His tease and release technique can only be so effective if she is not even trying to not cum. That is why he is angry with her in the end.
If you are hungry for more delicious Elijah smut I really suggest taking a look at my storyYounger Women. The entire part 3 is a delightfully consensual scene, but you need to read at least part 2 as well, it sets the scene.