Viktor adjusted his bow tie, almost ready to leave and pick up Klara. He was dressed in black tie with a complimentary black overcoat for the opening night of Tosca, and his date would match him being dressed in black as well. He considered shaving, but decided against it, a little bit of scruff suited him anyways.
Viktor avoided drinking throughout the day so he would have his wits about him, but he intended to drink that evening. He also intended Klara to have enough to drink, not so much that she was passed out or stumbling around in her heels, but enough that she would be red-cheeked and suggestible.
Viktor spent the car ride in anticipation, sitting in the back seat on fine leather. It was pouring down rain, much to Viktor's dismay, but he had an umbrella to keep Klara and himself from getting soaked. When the car stopped outside Klara's apartment, the chauffeur quickly exited the car and opened the door for Klara, who rushed in with her hands over her head in an attempt to shield her curled updo from the rain. When Klara and all of her gown were inside the car, the chauffeur returned to his seat and drove away from the apartment complex.
Klara looked positively radiant. Her pale skin was brought out by the black gown in the most lovely way. Her updo hadn't been destroyed by the rain, even the loose curls framing her face were still dry. She didn't change much about her makeup, though her lips were a slightly redder shade, Viktor was surprised she didn't wear a red lipstick and nail polish to match the jewelry he gave her, but the way she did her makeup made her look fresh and pretty.
"Your highness, you chose quite a night to take me out." Klara said with a laugh.
"The horrible weather only serves to make you look more radiant." Viktor kissed her hand. "And please, call me Viktor, I think we're past formalities now."
"There's probably a better adjective to describe you, but you look." Klara looked as though she was carefully reviewing her words before they were spoken, debating whether or not she would say the appropriate thing or how she genuinely felt. "Downright sexy."
"Keep saying things like that to me and I'll be having dessert first." Viktor whispered in her ear, the timbre of his voice caused a delectable, tingling sensation to shoot down her back and span across her shoulder blades like lightning.
This was new.
"Well, I'm very hungry, so I guess I'll behave. Where are we going?" Klara asked with a soft laugh.
"It's a surprise." Viktor thought about Klara's teasing 'I'll behave' and wondered if she had done any bratting with previous partners, if she had done anything involving BDSM. She sure had at least once, the younger generation were more open to kink than Viktor's.
The restaurant Viktor took Klara was surprisingly secluded and small, but it was still unquestionably fine dining. Klara tried many new things throughout the several, daintily plated courses that didn't leave either of them full. Viktor and Klara drank plenty of wine, and Viktor made sure to keep Klara drinking by talking about some obscure business dealings in Tibet that would bore her to tears. When Klara became increasingly bubbly, Viktor steered the conversation back to a more interesting subject.
On their way to the opera, a buzzed Klara talked about her family, particularly her nieces and nephews. There was McKenzie, the oldest, then Hunter, Mason, Braeden, and Paisley. Klara seemed to have a favorite among them, which was Braeden, who Viktor assumed was the toddler she held in that photo based on the age, he was the one she had the most to say about. Apparently, Braeden was the troublemaker of the siblings and absolutely loved his auntie, trying to grab the phone from the other kids when she'd call home. She admitted to regretting being cruel to her older sister, Lil, when it came to her teen pregnancy the moment Klara got to hold a newborn McKenzie, and how sad she was about missing Paisley's birth.
Viktor, with all he had, nobility, a crown to inherit, wealth, power, and all that came with it, found himself burning with envy when Klara talked about her sister's five children, what he wouldn't give to have five royal children, they didn't even have to be his, running around the castle. He supposed he should be thankful Eric managed to get someone pregnant, even if she was a hexenbiest, before his untimely death, one was better than nothing, but the envy festered all the same.
When they arrived at the opera, they were driven to a more secluded entrance. The chauffeur let out Viktor and Klara, Viktor rushed to Klara with an umbrella and quickly escorted her inside, Klara holding her skirt with one hand and his arm with the other.
When entering the opera's secluded entrance, there were staff that took Viktor's umbrella and coat before leading the pair of them down an exquisite corridor to their box seat. The box seat was incredibly lavish, the sumptuous red velvet that covered the walls, given a distinct sheen by the softly lit crystal chandelier that hunt over a small table and chairs. They had the best view in the house, Klara strode to the ledge to get a proper view, she could see everything, other attendees dressed in black tie, the ornate architecture of the auditorium, the orchestra pit.
"This is stunning." Klara spoke softly, staring out in wonderment. Viktor watched her from his chair, taking in just how well the black gown displayed her curves, curves that were well suited to the opulence of the opera house.
"It gets even better, my dear." Viktor's promise came in the form of two men bringing them a plate of the most pretty looking desserts Klara had ever seen and a bottle of wine. Klara sauntered back and sat down next to Viktor.
"Thank you." Klara said as she eyed the desserts.
"You're welcome, miss." The young man who poured their wine spoke quietly, bending slightly in a deferential bow to Viktor before leaving.
Klara sipped her wine and admired Viktor, the warm light of the chandelier cast shadows on his face that highlighted his best features. Klara resolved that her favorite feature of his were his eyes, appearing a deep blue in the dim light.
Before the opera started, Viktor encouraged her to drink her wine and have her fill of dessert, Klara grew more indulgent with every glass of wine she finished. When her cheeks were flushed and her movements were less controlled, Viktor made his move.
"Come sit on my lap, my dear." Viktor talked to her as if she was a kitten, sweetly, but expected her to listen to him. Klara did as she was told, the soft flesh of her ass settling in comfortably on top of Viktor's slender thighs and warm groin, resting her head against his shoulder.
"Viktor." Klara's voice was airy, her eyes fixed on his lips. Viktor's hands gently caressed her body, feeling up and down her waist, her arms, her hips, her thighs, all felt fucking incredible after nine months without a man's touch. Klara could hear the orchestra start to tune their instruments in the background, she did not turn her attention away from his lips. "What about the opera?"
"One I've seen a dozen times." Viktor whispered, smirking. He was dangerous in this moment, Klara decided, he was hypnotic, he could do anything he wanted with her in that box seat and she would thank him.
"What if someone sees?" Klara asked, barely keeping a straight face when she did, joined by a low chuckle from Viktor.
"They won't do a damn thing to me, I've done far more salacious things in this box seat." Viktor admitted to the woman in his arms. Klara's eyes practically sparkled at the statement. "Does that intrigue you?"
"Yes." Klara gasped.
"Do you want me to show you what I've done to other women in this box?"
"Please." Klara's sweet pleading made Viktor's cock twitch, either she was a natural submissive or she had plenty of practice. He wouldn't be surprised if she was a natural submissive, she was the perfect combination of a good little church girl and a career driven woman, and she hadn't had sex in nine months, there was something being repressed, and Viktor intended to work it out of her.
"Since you asked so politely..." Viktor's hands continued to caress her body, eagerly warming her up. "You have to be very quiet and do everything I ask of you. You wouldn't want the whole opera house finding out what an eager little slut you are, would you?"
"I'll be quiet and listen to you, I promise."
"Good girl." Viktor praised, his hand travelled up her waist to her hair, his fingers sinking into the curls of her updo, giving her hair a gentle pull, his eyelids slowly shutting as his lips drew closer to hers. When their lips just brushed each other, Viktor deepened the intensity of the kiss, feeling just how soft and yielding those pretty, plump lips were. If Viktor didn't have such a strong grip on her body, Klara would have surely lost her balance, after a moment of struggling, she allowed herself to relax and enjoy the feeling of being in Viktor's embrace, he wouldn't let her fall.
A swell of warmth filled their chests as the two kissed each other feverishly, groaning and sighing against each other's lips, their breath smelled like wine. Viktor shifted Klara's body more to the side so their necks wouldn't get stiff and ruin the plans he had for her later. Klara practically chirped when Viktor sucked and nibbled at her bottom lip before slipping his tongue inside her, slowly and methodically stimulating the sensitive areas of her mouth the way no other man had done to her before.
Viktor, with his thin lips smeared by her lipstick, peppered her cheeks with kisses, then her throat, before his lips settled on the crook of her neck and began to suck hungrily at the delicate flesh, certain to leave a mark there, certain to make Klara's restrained moan sound like the finest sound he would hear all night. Viktor's lips left her throat and he repositioned her to how he had her earlier.
"Now, let me just..." Viktor slowly pulled her breasts from the black silk encasing them. "I've been wanting to get my hands on these since the day I met you." Viktor fondled her plump, pale breasts with his slender hands, his long fingers digging greedily into the flesh, they were bigger than his hands, a rare treat that Viktor could go without, but was more than willing to indulge when the opportunity was presented to him. Klara practically melted into him, the vibrations of his low hum lit up the nerves down her spine like they had in the car on the way to dinner. Klara lazily watched the opera as Viktor massaged her breasts, letting out little gasps and moans, her eyelids hooded and smudged lips parted, everything was so warm and fuzzy, she was blissed out on alcohol and arousal. She ground against his hardening cock that nestled itself nicely against her round ass.
Klara's attention peaked when Floria and her lover Mario sang together, impassioned and expertly done by the performers
Canopy of stars, pour forth your waves of desire, Tosca's blood burns with a mad love.
Siren, you have snared me in your nets.
As Mario's loud, proclamation of being ensnared by Floria projected mightily into the audience, Viktor's thumbs brushed Klara's nipples, making her moan loud enough that she would have been heard without the singer's fortissimo. Viktor stopped immediately.
"Lift your skirt." Viktor growled in her ear. Klara obeyed, cautiously lifting her skirt until her lace black thong was revealed. Viktor looped his thumb around the flimsy fabric and ripped it off her hips. With the same hand, he wadded up the fabric and shoved the ripped lace in her mouth. "I told you to be quiet, you didn't listen, disobedient sluts who can't control their mouth get gagged." Klara never had a man treat her so... disrespectfully? No, that wasn't the right word, she liked it too much for it to be disrespectful.
Viktor continued to tease her nipples as she whimpered and moaned into the muffling gag. He continued teasing her nipples and pawing at her breasts for what felt like half an hour. Thirty minutes that left her nipples red, hard, and sensitive.
Sensitive especially when Viktor raised her right breast and lowered his mouth onto her nipple. He suckled her nipple gently, the crooning woman in his arms continued to grind against his cock. Viktor continued to maul her tits with fingers, lips, teeth and tongue, making sure to give her breasts equal attention.
As the opera was entering its finale, Viktor began to stroke Klara's bare thighs, encouraging them to part so he could feel just how wet her pussy was.
"Here you are, at one of the world's finest opera houses, with a prince no less, and you can't even manage any semblance of propriety. Your breasts are spilling out of your dress, your panties are stuffed in your mouth, your skirt is pulled up to reveal your wet little cunt and silky thighs, and the only thing concealing your modesty to the rest of the opera attendees is the dim light. You have no shame, do you?" Viktor teased her slick folds before inserting a long finger that glided into her with ease, the muffled mewl that escaped Klara's throat made Viktor's cock twitch again. "Why don't you say we leave now? I can finger your slutty little pussy in the car and make you nice and desperate for my cock. Does that sound good?"
Klara nodded furiously. Viktor slipped his finger out of her, making her whine. Viktor haphazardly placed her breasts back in her dress and shoved her skirt back down. He kept the panties in her mouth, grabbing her wrist and giving her a silent, stern glare when she reached to remove them. Klara shakily stood up, clinging onto Viktor for support when he also rose from his seat.
The pair went down the same winding halls, passing by the people who served their wine and desserts earlier, who could see Klara's smudged lipstick on both their faces, Klara's unfurling updo, and the black lace shoved in her mouth clear as day. They said nothing and they would say nothing, Viktor paid them handsomely for their discretion. The ushers at the door helped Viktor into his coat and returned his umbrella, thanking him for attending before the pair exited the opera house and hurried to the car as fast as Klara's drunken state and heels would allow.
Viktor shoved his thumb and forefinger into Klara's mouth and removed her ruined panties before lifting her skirt again and plunging his finger back into her cunt. The needy, almost pathetic moans that came from Klara gave even more life to Viktor's cock, iron-hot and uncomfortable in his trousers. He pumped and curled his finger in Klara's cunt, adding another as time went on, pressing down gently on the vulnerable flesh above her mound with his other hand to drive her that much wilder. The chauffeur could hear them, but it mattered not to Viktor, he was also paid for his discretion.
"Viktor, god, you make me feel so fucking good! What is that you're doing with your hand? No man has ever done that to me before, and it feels so fucking-" Klara cried out before she could finish her sentence, her breathing was erratic, her hips bucked against his hand.
"It helps stimulate your sweet spot, works like a charm, doesn't it?" Viktor increased his attention to her g-spot with his fingers curling unrelentingly with his opposite hand still pressed down, leaving Klara a screaming mess.
"I'm going to cum! Viktor! Please, make me cum!"
Viktor immediately withdrew his fingers from her pussy, earning him the most pathetic pleading look he had ever seen on a woman. He sucked his fingers clean, she tasted fantastic, a perfect appetizer before he would get to taste her fully when she was tied to his bed and on her back, unable to do anything as he devoured that delectable little cunt.
"You are delicious, Klara." Viktor complimented her after he finished tasting her.
"Why did you stop?" Klara whined like a petulant child, her plump lips pouted, as if tempting Viktor to take the arousal-reddened flesh between his teeth. "It felt so good."
"Because I didn't want you to cum, I'm not done with you yet." Viktor growled. "Maybe if you're more obedient when I get you in my bedchamber than you were at the opera, I won't edge you for hours until you're driven half mad and your pretty little head can't conceptualize anything except for my name and how much you need to cum."
"Viktor, I'll be good, I promise." A pathetic mewl, a delightfully pathetic mewl promising good behavior that still wouldn't save her round ass from getting spanked.
"We'll see if you actually learned your lesson tonight." Viktor picked up her ripped lace panties and put them in his pocket. "I will not hesitate to gag you with these again."
The car stopped, alerting the impassioned couple that they were at the castle, finally. Viktor got out of the car immediately and picked up Klara when she made her clumsy, tipsy exeunt from the car, carrying her with unexpected vigor to his bedchamber down several winding corridors.
"Are you ready to find out how a prince fucks a little whore like you?" Viktor inquired.
"Yes, Viktor" Klara keened.
"You're eager, but I really doubt you're ready." Viktor cautioned Klara before entering his bedchamber.
So many possibilities, too much kinky foreplay, too many holes and positions he wanted to fuck her in than this one night allowed. He resolved to start the night with spanking the impudent slut and getting his cock sucked when her ass was the same shade of scarlet as her cheeks.