A/N: so, by popular demanded I give you a second chapter to Control :) your reviews were so lovely and encouraging that I just couldn't let you down. At least I hope I haven't. Thank you so much to all reviewers, anonymous or not, for the support. I was shocked to receive so much positive feedback! You rock!

I hope you like this one too :)

Her toes curled up in pleasure as her head fell back on the pillow. She was not usually one to swear, but Klaus was doing things to her that seemed impossible.

"Holy shit!" she cried, shutting her eyes as if she were in pain. It was the opposite of that.

Klaus grinned, pausing briefly over her clit to admire her reactions.

His tongue swiped it clean once more. Then it dug ferociously between her folds, lapping at her juices.

Bonnie groaned, turning her head sideways.

They had moved to his bed because wood was not exactly comfortable and Klaus had told her he was not even close to being done with her.

"That's not your say, vampire," she had corrected him hotly.

"Then tell me to stop."

Obviously, she had not managed that.

He had followed up on her demand, though. He had bitten her twice more. Once, under her left breast. It had hurt much less than the first time and she had quickly found herself lost in the bliss of that piercing feeling.

The second, on the inside of her right thigh. This had been more keenly felt and she had derived more pain and more pleasure from it.

He had fed her his own blood to make the wounds heal quicker, but he had left the cut in her thigh open, as if marking her.

Usually, he liked to mark future victims, girls who would not survive the night.

Bonnie was an exception.

Klaus had drunk the witch's blood hungrily, almost drunkenly, savouring it on his lips for as long as he could, kissing and licking her skin, smearing it with her own blood, making sure it dried on her body.

Then he had moved to his current position between her legs.

His tongue traced different patterns on the sensitive flesh, symbols of a dead language. It made her squirm even further. Her fists gripped the sheets tightly.

"How am I doing, darling?" he asked at length, breathing out the words against her folds.

"You're - way too good - at this," she mumbled incoherently.

"Had a couple hundred years of practice," he replied, smirking.

"Many girls?" she asked, panting, because Klaus apparently could talk and give head at the same time.

"Oh, too many to count."

"I don't - care." Her breath hitched in her throat. His sharp teeth were grazing her clit, moving back and forth, tortuously slow.

She bit her lip, trying to stifle the heavy moan that she knew was coming.

His tongue and teeth were now both dancing on her folds. He was nipping the flesh, biting it playfully, pulling at it until it stretched, making her head reel.

"F-ffuuuck," she groaned, unable to contain herself.

"Such language," Klaus spoke, lifting his head. "From a young lady."

"I'm no lady," she replied in an almost pleading voice. He had stopped right when she was beginning to untangle herself.

"No, you are a witch. A dirty little wench who needs to be punished."

She was suddenly flipped over on her stomach, hands landing above her head.

"What are you -"

He was on top of her, breathing into her ear.

"I want to have you. I mean to have you."

"You've already had me," she muttered, trying not to get distracted by his now very warm skin melting into hers. His torso was pressed into her back and she could feel the movement of his body above hers. It gave her a thrill.

"Yes, I've bitten you everywhere, as you've instructed. I haven't felt you everywhere, however."

His hot breath rolled on her cheek and made her dizzy with want. He was weighing her down, trapping her underneath him and she had never felt more powerful, strangely enough.

She raised her head slightly, gluing her skin to his, garnering a noticeable reaction from him.

"I'm not sure I want you to." She was hoping he'd understand she'd never done that before.

"Tease," he murmured in the hollow of her neck.

"I don't want you to," she reiterated, smiling to herself.

Klaus' hands suddenly landed on her waist and lifted her body, bending her knees.

One hand then moved to her breast, the other between her legs.

"You sure you won't change your mind, love?"

"I'm - sure," she mumbled throatily, standing on her elbows, head falling down in pleasure.

"I will be gentle," he whispered. "And then I will be rough."

One of her hands found the one that was playing with her clit and she urged it to move faster with her own fingers.

Klaus was taken aback.

"You were too slow," she explained.

The Original complied, continuing his ministrations as Bonnie moved back and forth against his fingers.

Klaus grew increasingly hard watching her body sway into him like that.

"Do it."

His head snapped up.

"Do it. But keep your hand there."

He chuckled, shaking his head.

"You puzzle me exceedingly."

His other hand caressed her back, smoothing out imaginary scars.

"You're easy to read," Bonnie remarked.

"Am I?"

She remained silent.

Klaus parted her legs slightly and pushed up her rear.

"This will hurt a bit. But you're quite used to it by now, love."

Still, he went on as slowly as possible. First she felt the tip, then, step by step, his full length entered her from behind.

She held her breath, feeling her inner walls stretching out, the skin cracking and breaking under his pressure.

She yelped softly when he pushed it in further, testing her limits. Then she gasped when he pulled out entirely.

She had been filled up, then she had been emptied. She felt sore.

Luckily, his other hand was still busy on her clit.

He moved into her again, this time a bit faster, adjusting his position inside her.

"You're a tight little thing."

"Oh, bite me," she muttered humorlessly.

"Now that's a bit redundant, sweetheart."

"I thought I told you not to call me that."

Klaus laughed, pulling out again, then thrusting in quickly, making her heart jump in her throat.

The sensation was strange, but exciting, almost taunting.

He started moving in and out at a moderate place, letting her body get used to the pace.

Every time he thrust into her, her body would shudder. Her breasts dangled temptingly in front of him and he almost removed the hand he kept on her clit to take one in his palm, but she hissed at him and told him to continue what he was doing.

She was beginning to move more freely.

Suddenly, without warning, she arched her back into him, sending shivers down his shaft. She did it again, moving in the rhythm of his ministrations, rewarding every single thrust.

Her hair glided down her back in a hypnotic motion every time she threw it over her head, every time she arched into him oh-so-perfectly. Beads of sweat were forming on her dark skin, making her glow and glisten in such a manner as to make him imagine cleaning it up with his tongue.

"So, why am I easy to read, Bonnie Bennett?" Klaus asked, continuing their previous talk as if nothing had happened.

She wasn't feeling up to it as she was currently trying to ride out both his fingers and his length.

She eyed him over her shoulder, panting.

"You - want - what - you can't - have."

"Is that why you think I want you?"

Bonnie smiled, blowing strands of hair from her forehead.

"No. It's why - it's why you want Caroline."

His expression turned sour. No, she had no right to mention her. His eyes darkened with almost murderous intent.

"Don't speak about her."

Bonnie bit into her lip, feeling his fingers moving roughly into her.

"Why not? You don't want to taint her name?" she teased.

Her voice sounded so strange and foreign, yet full of power and conviction. He hated to admit it, especially since her words were unwelcome, but dark magic suited Bonnie.

"Would you do this to her too?" she asked, arching into him violently.

His eyes closed and his hand pushed her down as he buried himself inside her again.

He started moving faster and faster, angry and vengeful. He wanted to punish the witch for her foolish words. He'd always wanted to punish her.

But she was already on the peak of her release and she made no protests. In fact, she was pleased.

"Oh, fuck," she mumbled as his two fingers ravaged her mercilessly. His cock was doing the same to her other orifice.

Klaus added a third finger.

"Uh, uh, uuuh, fuck," she moaned as she felt her entire body disintegrating into waves of pleasure.

"Seven hells," he grunted as he heard her mewl under his touch. She was getting the best of him with her audacious little hips.

He thrust into her desperately, closing his eyes, letting her walls enfold him completely.

"Aaah, faster, faster! Holy fuck!"

He removed his fingers from her entirely and focused solely on her rear, placing both hands on her thighs.

"Argh! Rhy'd you do that for?" she asked, sorely disappointed.

"Quiet you - oh, fucking hell," he interrupted himself as she wriggled around his shaft.

"You - seem to - have a theme," she murmured, alluding to his repeated mentions of hell.

"It's what - you bloody are," he growled, fingers gripping her thighs and bringing her even closer. They traveled to her waist and suddenly, she was pulled up into a sitting position, standing on her knees.

His firm hands were around her breasts as her back pressed into his chest.

"Now, I shall ride hell," he hissed into her ear.

Feeling as though she was going to fall, one of her arms circled his neck so that his chin was resting on her shoulder.

She dipped her head back and saw the dark ceiling above.

"No, hell is riding you," she replied, bringing her mouth over his.

This, coupled with her bouncing up and down his length and her tongue swirling inside his mouth, brought him closer to the edge.

She got there first, though.

"Mhmmm," she mumbled into his mouth. Then, releasing his lips, "Ugh, ugh, aah, aaah, fuuuck yes! Fuck, fuck, Klaus, yes, yes, Klaus!"

He almost howled into her shoulder and bit into her skin to stop himself from shouting.

The orgasm hit him hard, almost blinding him. Waves of pleasure reverberated from her body to his, making them both explode.

He leaned his head on her back as he tried to recover his strength.

She still had one arm around his neck.

Their lips were brought together again and they started kissing more deeply and passionately. She turned around and almost fell into his arms, straddling him and gripping his back as their tongues danced.

Bonnie only stopped to catch her breath.

Klaus caught her face in his palms and caressed her cheeks.

"Now, little witch, do you believe me when I say I know you better?"

She shook her head, not removing his hands. She liked their warmth and gentleness. For now.

"Silas -"

"Will never hear you shout his name."

"He doesn't need to hear his name."

Klaus smiled.

"No, all he needed was a young hunter, gullible enough to try and pry the cure out of his immortal hands. He was his first meal."

Bonnie stared at him, transfixed.

It's as if a veil had been lifted from her mind. She had forgotten or had been made to forget this crucial memory; Jeremy Gilbert's last moments on Earth. She had always looked back on it with confusion. Now, it's as if a match had been struck in darkness.

"How do you know -?" she began, eyes wide and wet with unshed tears.

"I have eyes and ears everywhere. I can see inside your mind, Bonnie. I can see what he has hidden from you."

Her hands gripped his now.

"Silas killed Jeremy," Klaus told her finally.

"And you," he continued, smiling, "will kill Silas in return."

Bonnie released a breath she did not know she had been holding.

"Kill Silas?"

"Just so."

She pushed him away softly.

"You're insane if you think I can defeat him."

"Why the sudden modesty? You weren't so charitable some hours ago."

She rolled her eyes.

"Silas is the oldest immortal."

"Answer me this, Bonnie. Do you want to defeat him?"

She mulled over his question for a long time.

"I want - I want Jeremy avenged."

Klaus smirked, eyes sparking with mischief.

He gently pushed her down on the bed, raising her hands above her head and entertwining their fingers.

"Then vengeance you shall have."

"How?" she asked, watching him mesmerized.

"You need only ask for my help," he murmured, pressing butterfly kisses on her skin.

"No. I won't do that."

"You mean you won't ask."

"I won't ask."

Klaus made a distressed face.

"Oh, well, I suppose then I shall have to make you beg."

Bonnie was about to say he'd never see the day when a Bennett would beg, but his teeth suddenly caught one of her nipples and she was silenced once more.