"I've always found it endearing how a woman's eyes light up when she sees sweets." Viktor confessed.
"I've always found it endearing when men bring me dessert." She replied, feeding him a brandy-filled chocolate as she straddled his lap.
It was their last evening together, they shared an extravagant dinner and took dessert in the library, lounging on a loveseat across a roaring fireplace, feeding each other sweets. Viktor reached for his drink and took a long sip, looking over the edge of the crystal glass at Klara, silently demanding her to do the same with her glass of dessert wine.
Klara drank with him, not even in college did she drink so much. Of course he didn't expect her to keep up with him, but he did like her at a level of intoxication where she felt warm all over and as though her brain was leaking out of her ears. She was warm with wine, good food, and a man who knew his way around a woman's body.
"You're hot." Klara said.
"I'm glad you think so." Viktor, ever the smart ass, chuckled with a smirk wiped across his face.
"No, I mean, well, that too, but temperature wise. You need to take off that jacket." Klara unbuttoned his suit jacket (she honestly wondered if he owned anything else besides suits) and pushed it off his shoulders, throwing the offending garment across the room.
"I'm still rather warm, do you think you could undo a few buttons for me?"
Klara's small hands went to his shirt collar and made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt and removing that too, rubbing her hands along his chest and shoulders. Viktor rewarded her obedience with a chocolate covered strawberry.
"Good girl." His voice deepened before he lifted her sweater over her head and discarded it in a similar fashion she did his jacket, met with the tantalizing vision of her bra, which was cutting ever so slightly into her engorged breasts.
He did indulge her over the last several days, she could have also been approaching her monthly, both were plausible in tandem or on their own.
His hands did not immediately cup her breasts or remove her bra, but instead one slowly caressed down her body to remove her shoes, snaking their way back up her calf, his index finger then teased around her inner thigh in lazy circles.
"Remove that skirt of yours." Viktor ordered. Klara shimmied off his lap and slowly lowered her skirt until it landed around her ankles. She stepped out, kicking the skirt to the side, intentionally avoiding flinging it in the direction of the fire, before kneeling down before her lover and untying his leather shoes.
"Did I tell you to do that?" Viktor asked.
"Are you displeased that I did?" Klara defiantly removed his socks as well, a rebellious gleam in her eyes made Viktor's cock immediately fill with more blood than there already was.
"Careful, otherwise I'll have to-" Viktor groaned when she started massaging his foot. "Where did you learn that?"
"I'm not a professional, I just wanted to help you unwind some more."
Viktor took another drink of his armagnac and stared down at his lover as she massaged his feet.
"I got the tension out of your feet, but there's still." She started sliding her hands up his clothed legs. "Something." Snaking their way past his knees and up his thighs. "Tense." Her hands teasingly grazed over his bulge. She undid his belt and button-fly and with surprising strength yanked the garment down past his seated thighs and in a disheveled heap on the floor.
She then backed away, getting a good look at his nude body, his cock standing at full attention, this was the first time he was nude before she was.
"You're going to miss me, aren't you daddy?" Klara teased, toying with her bra straps like she was going to remove them, she instead walked to the other couch, taking a plush blanket, folding it, and laying it down by the fireplace, throwing two pillows on top of it.
Viktor attempted to seem more composed, but it was too much when Klara lowered herself to her knees on the blanket and undid her bra, she kept her eyes downcast in performative bashfulness until her naked breasts were in his line of sight, those blue-green eyes flashed up and locked with his, not leaving even as she laid down and slid her panties off, giving him a proper show.
She spread her thighs, arched her back to showcase her breasts, her curves made all the more enticing by the soft shadows and warm glow of the firelight. She looked so natural, her hair fanned out, her lips parted, her deft fingers playing with her blushing wet cunt.
"What's the matter, daddy? You generally have something to say." She chuckled, it was a dare, a dare for him to do something besides gawk at her beauty.
"I might be at a loss for words." Viktor replied, within a blink of an eye his body was over hers, his hands grasping her wrists and holding them at either side of her head. "But I'm not at a loss of what to do with you."
Viktor kissed her, deeply, letting go of her wrists so he could wrap his arms around her waist and pull her body closer to his, His tongue entered her mouth, leisurely feeling its way around her cheeks and tongue, the tip of his tongue dancing around the roof of her mouth with feather-light strokes, earning him a pretty moan from Klara.
His tongue in her mouth became his lips along her jaw, then kisses and sucking along her throat, down so far as her collarbone before he moved himself lower to indulge on her pink nipples, lathing them with his tongue, sucking them and kissing them gently until they turned a soft shade of red. While one arm kept her body anchored to him, his opposite hand attended to the other breast, kneading and gently pinching.
"Daddy-"
"Klara, call me by my name." Viktor plead. He didn't know why it was bothering him tonight, but her submissive nature, the willingness to degrade herself that he took so much pleasure in just didn't suit his needs tonight.
"Yes, Viktor."
"That's it, good girl." Viktor sat up and reached with a long limb to the dessert plate and brought it down, giving her another sweet like she was an animal in training. He placed a small chocolate at her nipples, eating them off of her, licking away the fire-melted chocolate left behind on her skin.
His lips traveled down her belly, hands grabbing the sides of her waist and hips as he generously kissed and sucked the sensitive flesh of her lower belly, usually soft-but-trim, now sported an outward curve owed to her good appetite at dinner that carried over to dessert.
Klara felt warmth rush to her belly, her muscles fluttered, such a vulnerable area generally a center of insecurity was made into yet another thing that damn man could draw pleasure from.
His lips found their destination, feasting on her with ravenous abandon, the flesh of her outer labia and thighs soft against his face, setting his focus on pleasuring her, trying not to think of what lay hot, throbbing, and in need of attention between his legs. His tongue assessed her, her warmth, her wetness, snaking around her cunt slowly before he gently sucked at the skin concealing her clit.
Klara enjoyed herself, not putting much thought into anything except the feeling of Viktor's skilled mouth. Klara stared down at him through lidded eyes, rewarding his efforts with moans of approval and pleasure.
Then he looked up at her, electrifying her senses with just a glance, his blue eyes conveying lust, but not lust alone. There was something else there, something more possessive, something that threatened to come to the surface, a chill raked its way down her spine.
"Viktor, please, I need you inside of me." Klara plead, quietly, her voice not a whine or anything playfully pathetic or submissive, but earnest.
Viktor didn't have to be told twice. He gently spread her thighs further. He lowered his body to be closer to her, their faces only inches apart, their breath hot on each other's faces and smelling like liquor. Viktor's and Klara's eyes were still locked, blue-green staring up into royal blue, heated with lust and something more.
A desire for connection, one Viktor acted upon as he effortlessly slid his cock into her welcoming cunt.
He stayed inside of her for a time, not moving, just staring at her face, her blonde lashes glimmered like gold in the firelight, her pale skin warm, lips soft and parted, begging to be kissed, a plea Viktor answered with his lips crashing down onto her's.
"Viktor." Her voice was wistful, she moved her hips up and down the base of his cock, Viktor took it as his cue to move in her, but he did so with slow and gentle sensuality, not his usual fucking with the loud slapping of flesh and him calling her dirty names.
"Klara. You are so beautiful." Viktor felt like that gawky young boy he used to be when he said it, it had been decades since a woman made him feel like this.
His loneliness, compounded by his recent sex drought, and her eagerness and beauty made him vulnerable. This was supposed to be a one night affair, then it turned into six, then he decided he would continue to call her, and now... no, he wouldn't admit it to himself, surely he would get over it, it was all chemical, she wasn't unique outside of her beauty.
But it sure did feel like lovemaking rather than just sex.
Especially when they came simultaneously, even more so when they cuddled by the fire, and especially when Klara fell asleep in his arms and he dressed her again and carried her back to his chamber rather than wake her.
But the tender feelings he had last night were not reciprocated the next morning, which took an unexpectedly solemn tone. The pair were awakened by Klara's shrill phone alarm. Klara readied herself for the day. Seeing her in makeup, a sleek bun, and a pantsuit made her look severe, Viktor found it jarring after enjoying her at her most effortlessly feminine for the past several days.
Klara seemed distant at breakfast, staring out the window and hardly touching her plate of food (which Viktor noticed had a smaller portion size than usual,) but drinking lots of coffee.
She had to go back to work. Viktor had to return to his duties. Adalind would be here soon, and he needed to focus his attention on her.
Perhaps it was for the best that Klara seemed distant.
It didn't stop Viktor from wanting to keep her here, hide her from Adalind somehow. If only it wasn't PR suicide for a man to covet multiple women, royal men used to do so without anyone batting an eye. What was so wrong with having two beautiful women if he could easily afford to not just keep them, but lavish them? It wasn't as though he could get bastards from one that would try to challenge the other's legitimate heir.
Before Klara got in the Mercedes taking her back to her apartment, Viktor kissed her, not leaving her any room to get away from him.
"I don't want you to leave." Viktor's voice had a twinge of desperation in it.
"I have to." Klara's tone was stone cold in comparison.
"I know. I have business to take care of myself, don't take offense if I don't call you for a while." Viktor rambled, kissing her again. She broke the kiss, looked at him, her eyes sharp, a smirk curled an end of her lips.
"You surprise me. I never expected you to call at all." Klara said, giving him another kiss before departing.
Viktor was taken aback by her sudden cold demeanor. He watched longingly as she left. Generally, he was the cold bastard leaving lovestruck women. He thought she had similar feelings for him that he was beginning to feel for her.
Viktor knew he couldn't stand staring at the road forever, hoping she forgot something and needed to come back, so he turned on his heel and made his way to his study, burying himself in work to avoid thinking about Klara.