A/N: Sorry for not updating for a while. I've been busy with finals and I've been debating whether to take this story down an even darker path.
This story is getting way more interaction than I ever expected, so thank you all for reading my wish-fulfillment brainchild.
Klara woke up alone and not the way she fell asleep. Her nude body was covered with the rich green comforter and her heels had been removed from her feet. She rolled over to the other side and stretched her limbs, finding Viktor dressed in a robe and on a phone call, not entirely clear on what he was saying. He finished the call, acknowledging his waking lover with a genuine smile.
"Look who finally decided to wake up. I take it you slept well."
"Yes, I did." Klara's voice still thick with sleep.
"Good. You'll be happy to know that I've managed to set aside some time off for the both of us, six days, to be exact."
"What about-"
"The accounting firm? This certainly isn't the first time members of the family have had affairs with those under our employ, they know not to ask questions about my orders or your whereabouts. If you're given any trouble, they'll be sorted out. I've even been told that many firms encourage it to strengthen business relations."
"I recently took five days off after that meeting I had with you, and I haven't been too focused since. I don't think they'll appreciate another six days of absence."
"It doesn't matter what they think, it only matters what I think. I could demand they double your salary while only working one day a week. Wouldn't make the most business sense, of course, but I do have that power."
Klara's stomach growled, she was very hungry, even after dinner and dessert last night. She generally wasn't a breakfast person either.
"Breakfast should be here in forty-five minutes, until then, I think we should get cleaned up"
"Mmm, that sounds fantastic." Klara smiled.
"Come, I'll run a bath for the both of us."
Klara shimmied off the bed and almost fell, Viktor caught her shoulders and kept her from landing face first on the floor. Her legs were shaky, between them felt somewhat sore and discombobulated.
"I think you may have been a bit rough with me last night." Klara stated the obvious, he didn't go gently with her even after she went for nine months without sex.
"Only as rough as you needed it." Viktor let her lean against him as they walked into the bathroom.
The lavish, enormous bathroom was fitted with green marble, gold ornamentation, and fluffy white towels. The bathtub was the most unique feature. A large basin of green marble that could have easily fit multiple people, adorned with a golden faucet. Across from the faucet were a set of large bow windows overlooking the western grounds, Klara imagined how spectacular it might be to bathe there with the view of the sunset.
Viktor sat Klara down at the edge of the tub and turned on the faucet, testing the water until it was to his taste. He removed his robe, Klara's eyes fixed on his shoulders and the flexed expanse of his chest. None of her other boyfriends had much hair on their chests, one was young and the other had hair too blond and sparse to be appreciable. Viktor's chest was attractively covered with dark hair that lead to a line down his belly all the way to a trimmed and tamed thatch around his currently limp cock. Klara would have never imagined herself gravitating towards an older sophisticate, patterned with dark hair on his body and wrinkles around his blue eyes, whose last hint of boyishness lay in his smirk.
The pair sank into the hot water when the tub was full. Viktor took it upon himself to clean Klara up, insisting that he be the one to do it. Klara luxuriated in Viktor's fingers deftly washing and conditioning her hair, massaging her scalp with such skill that she relaxed against his body. He gently cleansed the smudged makeup off her face to reveal the glowing canvas from which she worked with. Her brows and lashes, though dense and long, were light like her hair, those blue-green eyes looked more gentle without the rich black surrounding them. While the washcloth was dark with liner and mascara, Viktor didn't see much of anything in the way of complexion products, her nose was dotted with light freckles faded by winter and her blush was natural and ever present on her full cheeks. Viktor, getting a good look at her, decided he quite liked her natural face, there was a novelty to it.
"You know, it's not very often I get to see a woman with a bare face, even the ones I take to bed, they sequester themselves in the bathroom at some ungodly hour in the morning to take off and reapply their makeup in order to please me." Viktor's thumb toyed with her lips. The light caught her curled, long lashes, making them shine like the gold in the bathroom. "But yours is so fetching I think I'll keep you this way for the rest of our time together."
Klara gave Viktor the same care he gave her. As she massaged shampoo into his scalp, the two got to talking about their outing last night, Klara took the conversation to an abrupt diversion.
"You know, I almost didn't come to the opera with you." Klara admitted to Viktor.
"Really? Why might that be?" Viktor opened his relaxed eyes in surprise.
"I found it super creepy that you knew my shoe and dress size." Klara's tone was light, as if mocking herself for being so foolish as to even consider not going with him.
"What compelled you then to get into a car with a 'creepy' man like me?" Viktor was amused. Very few women even questioned their gifts from him, but Viktor also hadn't had the pleasure of being with many women as luscious as her, the figures of models and socialites falling neatly into standard dress sizes.
"Nine months without sex." Klara confessed as she rinsed the shampoo out of his hair. Viktor laughed, his tone straddling the line between humored and menacing.
"Maybe I should chain you up in the dungeon, keep you as my prisoner to teach you a lesson about getting lured into cars by creepy older men who give you chocolates." Viktor teased.
"There's a dungeon here?" Klara raised an eyebrow.
"Of course, what ancient castle wouldn't have a dungeon?"
"Have you ever, umm..."
"Have I what? Use your words, girl." Viktor continued to tease her.
"Chained a woman down there?" Klara reluctantly asked, so bashful for a woman who was on her back and begging for cock not twelve hours ago.
"Only those who ask, too cold and austere for my taste. They don't get used very much." Viktor lied, they got used plenty for resistance members. Klara looked shocked, but there was also the faintest spark of intrigue, the curiosity behind sensibility. "I can't really picture you enjoying actual shackles either, you seem more like a pink and fuzzy type." Klara laughed.
"I don't know, I tried the whole BDSM thing with my ex once, it wasn't anything we were super interested in, it was more of a curiosity. It was so awkward we kept laughing. He couldn't pull off the whole dominant male thing."
"Was this the first time you had been dominated?"
"Yeah."
"Good lord, you're a natural, you were practically made for men like me."
Klara already was having some critical thoughts over how she allowed Viktor to treat her last night, now being told that she was a natural submissive perfect for men like him made her feel worse. The sex was fantastic, best she had in her life, but the implication that she was submissive bothered her. Since her sister got pregnant, she diverted away from her small town values and was hyperfocused on becoming independent somewhere that was important. She didn't want to be beholden to a man like her sister, a teen mom turned housewife with five kids and no marketable skills besides selling homemade candles and soap on Etsy.
Or so she wanted the world to believe.
In reality, she wanted nothing more than for someone to see through her public persona and indulge her darkest fantasies. She never thought she would find someone able to until last night.
But how long was a prince going to be interested in her ?
Something about her sister's pregnancy triggered something she kept hidden from everyone else. She envied her sister, but there was no way she could express it, she instead would call her older sister variations of a stupid whore. Even though she wasn't the one who went out and got knocked up, she was treated like the bad guy. Her sister seemed so satisfied and smug when she was pregnant with McKenzie all those years ago, Klara wanted to know why, but her ego could never allow her to indulge in the same indiscretions as her older sister. Lil was constantly being lavished with attention, Klara remembered when she and Lil were at her now-husband's football game and the whole football team kept talking to a heavily pregnant Lil, barely paying Klara any mind, and it made Klara bitter. Lil was glowing and magnetic, scarcely judged for the decisions that made her a teen mom. It was a small town, everyone wanted the buxom blonde and the quarterback to make pretty babies right out of high school anyways, what difference did it make if things were a year ahead of schedule?
The Prince, treating her like a subordinate and filling her with cum was the closest she ever got to actualizing her fantasies. It was great that he was sterile, she could indulge in the fantasy of being knocked up without actually having to commit to the idea of having a baby.
The pair finished bathing and toweled themselves dry. Viktor and Klara returned to bed, naked as the day they were born and their hair still damp. They curled up under the covers, taking each other into their arms, and passed the time kissing lazily, nothing resembling the savagery Viktor left on her neck last night, now darkly bruised. Klara's stomach growled again, this time louder.
There was a knock at the door followed by an announcement of breakfast. Viktor stopped Klara from covering herself from the neck down with the blanket.
"They're paid for their discretion." Viktor whispered in her ear before permitting his servant to enter.
A middle aged butler entered with breakfast, paying Klara no mind as if he had been desensitized to the sight of a woman with her tits out and her neck covered in hickeys. The food looked absolutely exquisite. Fatty german sausages, custardy omelettes topped with chives and caviar, a flaky quiche full of vegetables and salt pork, coffee, and a large plate of sweet fruit. Klara's mouth watered at the sight of it.
The pair started on breakfast when the butler left, laying their pillows flat up against the headboard and sitting up. Klara was not much for conversation, she was a woman who had been well fucked the night before and needed a good meal so she'd be ready to do it all over again. When she had her fill of rich dishes of meat and eggs, she nibbled on fruit and sipped her coffee.
"I see you enjoyed breakfast." Viktor commented.
"It was delicious. How do you get fruit so sweet this time of year?" Klara asked before popping another deep red strawberry into her mouth.
"Perks of being incredibly wealthy." Viktor said, watching as the juice stained her lips red. Viktor got an idea. "Lay down on your back." Klara obeyed him, she had an idea of what he was about to do.
Viktor reached for the fruit plate and neatly placed raspberries along her naked body. On her breasts, her nipples, all the way down her belly, one set on top of her vulva, and the rest placed in a line on each thigh. He grabbed another strawberry and placed it against her lips. She looked up at him, silently asking permission, he nodded, watching her pretty mouth engulf the berry.
He continued to feed her fruit after sweet fruit until the plate was cleared, if she was full, she did not protest. Viktor climbed on top of her and started eating raspberries off of Klara's clean skin. Viktor gave each of her nipples a good, gentle sucking before continuing down her body, slowly and methodically. He skipped the berry placed on her vulva and situated himself at her knees, devouring the berries and lavishing her thighs with kisses until that berry on her vulva was the last one. He finished his little game before hoisting her thighs up and placing them on his shoulders.
He kissed the pillowy flesh of her inner thighs, the stubble on his face scratchy against them, sensitizing her further. He could smell her arousal, it practically begged him to stop toying with her thighs and come feast upon it. Viktor drew in closer until his lips were flush against her slick, puffy pink center.
His tongue dipped into her folds and tasted its way around them, taking the warm skin into his eager mouth and gently sucking. He teased around her opening, tongue snaking up to tease just around her clit. He could feel her relax into his touch, and that's when he decided to brush his tongue over the hood, just brushing against the swollen clit it concealed.
His mind eased into a blissed out state when he heard Klara practically chirping like a songbird, singing his praises as he lavished her clit with attention, sucking the hood as he flicked and circled until settling on a speed and pattern that had her writhing in pleasure.
He continued eating her pussy greedily, maintaining his pace in a single-minded pursuit of bringing her to the brink. Klara was trying to squirm away from him, overstimulated and unable to handle the sweet pleasure he was giving her. He kept pulling her back, but she'd keep trying to escape his talented mouth.
"If you don't stop squirming away, I'll tie you up and edge you until you pass out." Viktor threatened, his voice hoarse with lost breath and a desire to make her cum screaming. He dug his fingers into her hips again and pulled her back.
"It feels too good, I can't fucking handle it." Klara's hips involuntarily squirmed, clearly infuriating Viktor. He spread her legs apart and abandoned her overstimulated cunt, letting her lower half fall on the bed before striding to one of the dressers and returning with a length of black rope and some small black thing Klara couldn't quite make out. He grabbed Klara by the hair and pulled it roughly until she followed his lead and was repositioned on her knees with her face and tits flat to the bed.
"Arch your back." Viktor hissed, giving her ass a sharp slap to show his displeasure. She obeyed, sticking her ass in the air. Viktor roughly grabbed her upper arms, his fingers sinking painfully into them, bringing them together and tying them up tightly down to her wrists. His rope work was expert, Klara was trying to free herself but she was trapped, all she could do was try to move her arms while her juicy ass wiggled invitingly in the air.
"You can try all you want, you won't be getting out of those ropes." Viktor mocked her, giving her ass another slap. He pulled her by the hair again until she was upright and on her knees, Viktor joined her in bed once again and positioned his face between her legs, pulling her hips down so she was sitting on his face.
Viktor's firm grip on her hips and thighs kept her exactly where he wanted her. His tongue teased, approaching so close to her throbbing clit only to divert and leave her more worked up. He was going to edge her for her misbehavior and there was nothing her trussed up self could do about it.
The weight of her body on his face and her inner thighs squishing against his cheeks kept him focused, her cunt was all that existed to him in that moment.
He started to fuck her wet pussy with his tongue, anything to frustrate her, anything to make her wish he was licking her clit instead. He kneaded her ass between his fingers, spanking her to add to her torment.
She begged and pleaded for him to return to her clit, and he did, fulfilling her request, getting her wound up and diverting his attention back to her labia when she was about to cum. Frustrated sobs passed her pouting lips, dreading how she'd be forced to endure another cycle of edging.
"Your highness, please! I'm sorry, please just let me cum." Klara was in tears after he returned to her clit yet again only to dip his tongue back into her pussy when she was about to cum. Klara could do nothing to stop him, she couldn't get out of her bonds and she couldn't change his mind. She was helpless to his whims, and his whims were to drive her insane with lust and need until she passed out or he finally allowed her to cum.
It was getting ridiculous now. Did the man even breathe? Klara couldn't tell if he was getting hard from this, she couldn't physically turn around to look. He really was serious about making her pass out. How long had he been at it? It seemed like three hours, but it could have just as easily been thirty minutes, her hair had air dried. Klara felt lightheaded, it felt like all the blood in her body was being pumped to her neglected and teased clit.
When he finally let her cum, Klara went limp like a ragdoll, making her easy to control when Viktor repositioned her on her knees, arched back with her face to the bed, and slid his cock into her.
She was over-sensitized, spent, being forced to endure him grazing her sweet spots. He started rubbing her clit as he fucked her from behind, making things even more unbearable. Klara's cries and moans were strangled from such overwhelming treatment, eyes heavily lidded and wet with tears.
"You could have came so much sooner if you obeyed me, not that I'm complaining, your cunt looked so inviting after being edged into a brainless mess, I just had be inside you." Viktor groaned as she clenched around him, emboldening him to fuck her even harder. He was getting close, focused on his own pleasure more than hers. "I'm going to fill you up again, then you're going to get dressed and ready for the day, and then I'm going to give you a tour of the castle with my cum nestled inside of you. You're going to act like a respectable young lady, even though we both know you're nothing of the sort."
Viktor finished inside of her, moans strained and vulnerable as his cock softened. Klara felt something fill her again when Viktor slipped out of her, realizing the other thing he grabbed was some sort of plug.
"Viktor, I don't have any clothes besides my gown from last night." Klara murmured.
"That won't be a problem, there's an outfit for you over there." Viktor gestured to a dresser with a folded outfit on top of it, her heels on the floor right below. He ordered Klara to clean off his cock with her mouth before getting out of bed and dressing himself. Klara cautiously did the same, making sure she could stand upright before stumbling over to the dresser.
The outfit laid out for her was simple and modest. A white sweater and a matching navy cardigan-skirt set that had an accommodating stretchiness to fit Klara's bust and hips while also feeling luxurious. It reminded Klara of photos of women during WWII, though the undergarments were just a modern bra and panty. She slipped on her heels, they went with the outfit well enough.
Viktor came out of his closet dressed in a solid brown suit. His tie was different, some patterned fabric in dark shades of burgundy.
"Ingrid chose well, you look lovely." Viktor complimented.
"Thank you." Klara said breathily, still winded from their coupling.
"I think we'll start with the gardens, the weather is nice enough right now and we might not have another opportunity." Viktor offered her his arm and she took it, letting him lead her out of his bedchamber and onto his tour. There was a glimmer of excitement in Viktor's eyes, as if he loved this part, showing off his family's wealth and heritage to impress women (perhaps even to impress anyone.) Klara was going to be very easily impressed considering her background, that was the one delightful thing about women outside of the aristocracy.
Sebastian stood in one of the hallways the pair passed, waiting for the prince and his new lover to leave his line of sight. If he had been a moment sooner, he may have gotten caught trying to contact Sean Renard. Sebastian sighed, obscuring himself in a nook before pulling out his phone and making the call.