A/N Hey! Welcome back to my hooker!Caroline billionaire!Klaus series for a highly requested third installment. Unfortunately, Enzo will not be joining us this time. I'm using the Klaroline Valentine's Day Bingo prompt, "Cherry Flavored Nipple Pasties," and an anon Tumblr request for a smutty shower scene in a fancy shower. Please let me know what you think! Enjoy!
When in New Orleans
Before Klaus Mikaelson invited Caroline Forbes to join him in New Orleans for a business arrangement, she'd had no idea a career could be so fulfilling. Her body was filled Klaus' billionaire cock while her wallet was full of his money. She did anything and everything he said. He paid any and every bill. It was a match made in kinky heaven. Although, in the former hooker's opinion, her new boss was pretty fucking vanilla. Their wild weekend had stopped being so wild once they were back in his zip code, and they'd never again included Enzo. Although, since he was Klaus' underling with equal profit sharing, Caroline had become good friends with him. His insight into how she conducted her business had been quite valuable. He knew what made her boss tick and tock.
The vivacious blonde's latest project was a process improvement plan for their relationship that involved broadening the depth of services offered. He'd once promised to show her all that the world had to offer. Unfortunately, he was the most uptight man to ever buy a woman. Naturally, she'd made it her mission statement to include all that she had to offer. Given her former career in human relations, the list was far more extensive than the business mogul had anticipated.
"Aren't you supposed to be naked?" Klaus asked with a frown when he walked through the door of her million-dollar penthouse overlooking the French Quarter. For the most part, her boss was a man who lived in the moment. His life consisted of one billion-dollar decision to the next. It was rare that he gave much thought to their dates, but he did have some rules, the most important of which was that she be naked and waiting upon his arrival. Well, naked save the white gold diamond designer collar he had handmade for her after they watched a particularly enticing movie about Domination and submission. He figured that since he paid her, he Owned her, right? Not quite, but she'd preened when he snapped it on and wisely hadn't said anything about the symbolism behind it, primarily because she thought he knew exactly what collars meant. Klaus knew how to spoil a girl, but he wasn't scaling any balconies with roses crushed between his teeth.
Caroline's face lit up in a brilliant grin when his cerulean eyes immediately fell to her edible garments. "I thought you said you were hungry, boss," she replied innocently, sauntering over to him. Grabbing him by his short dirty blonde curls, she kissed him deeply and with a lot of tongue until they were both breathless. His hand fell automatically to her ass and she laughed down his throat when he recoiled in horror.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" he asked as he wiped something red and sticky on his Armani suit jacket in disgust. She couldn't help but stifle a laugh at the knowledge that said jacket had seen its final luncheon.
"Edible undies and nipple pasties," she chirped happily, spinning around to show him her bright red thong.
Klaus looked at her like she'd grown a second head. His baffled expression made her giggle as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Get off me. You're all sticky," he scoffed, pulling away.
"Well, I won't be after you have your dessert," she teased. Seeing his eyes widen, she quickly added, "Don't worry. They're cherry and delicious. Like me." Caroline peeled a sugary translucent heart off her breast and held it out for him. He eyed it skeptically, his face twisting into a sneer.
"Do you seriously expect me to eat cherry flavored nipple pasties?" he asked incredulously. Surely, she was joking.
"Yup," she answered, popping the p. His eyes darkened with lust as he recalled the way it felt when she popped his cock like that. This was her favorite part, getting him to a point where he was considering it. Seeing his ambivalence was her cue to drop to her knees. Looking up at him from beneath her long lashes, she mischievously suggested, "Or, I could dine first."
Klaus smirked down at her as she pulled out his long, thick cock and wound his fingers in her messy blonde curls. "I'll take your suggested dessert under advisement. Be a good girl and swallow every drop and perhaps we can negotiate to your satisfaction." Fuck. It did things to her when he got bossy like that. She enjoyed their little games, and she would never stop challenging him, but his commanding tone drove her wild.
The young employee wrapped her cherry lips around her boss's cock and enthusiastically brought his head to the back of her throat, moaning aloud when his salty precum hit her tongue. He looked down at his shaft moving in and out of her mouth and reflected fondly on how far they'd come since they'd first met in a Vegas strip club over a year ago. In the beginning, Enzo had not been on board with her relocation. He'd thought Klaus a Wall Street type with a save-a-ho complex trying to rescue a hooker with a heart of gold. Of course, they can't all have hearts of gold, right? Or, do they?
This woman wasn't like any escort they'd ever met, not that they'd ever known too many of them. Career counselors in the Ivy league didn't exactly pull girls aside in school and say, "With that heart of gold, you could have an exciting, high-risk, low-paying job in which everyone will both pity you and take advantage of you." No, they spun fairy tales of equality and a new world in which there was no glass ceiling and sexism was a thing of the past.
Caroline was every bit as intelligent and competent as her favorite client. She'd gone to Vassar on a full scholarship and graduated with honors. Graduating had been a mere formality as her first, last, and only internship at a commercial law firm in New York had taught her all she needed to know about Corporate America. She'd gone with her roommate, Davina, to Vegas, and they'd never gone back. Shortly after their arrival, they became self-employed and had enjoyed a lucrative couple of years before Caroline took off for New Orleans. There was a ten-year age difference between the unlikely couple, which played in well with some of his favorite role-plays about poorly behaved employees begging forgiveness by whatever means necessary.
Klaus groaned as she swirled her hot, wet tongue around the tip of his cock. She loved his sounds. They were all for her. They definitely had a rule that she belonged only to him, but there had never been one that he belonged only to her. However, in all the time they'd been together, he'd had no interest in anyone but his favorite toy. In the beginning, he'd seen her three or four times during the week and left right after. For the last few months, he'd come every day, both to see her and down her throat. As their games had intensified, she frequently exhausted him so thoroughly that he stayed the night. On more than one occasion, the night had turned into the weekend.
The billionaire knew that she was playing with him a great deal of the time, which he allowed to a certain extent, but he never let her forget that he was the boss. When he saw her perfectly manicured fingers slip between her velvet folds, he tutted and yanked her hair painfully. "Try that again and I'll be forced to write you up. You wouldn't want to have to face disciplinary action, would you?" he teased with a devious smirk.
Caroline dramatically shook her head side to side, smiling around his cock as she replied in a muffled whisper, "No, boss. I won't do it again," she lied with a wink.
Game on.
Klaus closed his eyes as she swallowed around his head, dragging him closer to the edge with every contraction of her throat. She cupped his balls and massaged them in one hand, the other wrapped around the base of his cock. She pumped him up and down until she felt him stiffen. He called out her name as he shot his thick, sticky come into her eager mouth. Before he pulled out, he opened his eyes just in time to see her touching her clit before feigning shock that she'd been caught. He zipped up his trousers and smirked as he helped her up, a smug expression painting the angular planes of his face as she pouted petulantly.
"Guess I'm busted," she said with absolutely no remorse.
"Indeed. What do you have to say for yourself, Miss Forbes?" he asked, all business as he hung up the jacket he'd never touch again. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at her expectantly, eyeing her edible garments with distaste.
She wasted no time before replying fearfully with wide eyes, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Mikaelson. Please don't report me to HR! I'll be fired for sure, and I have so many bills to pay."
She had zero bills to pay.
Klaus had paid for her Porsche and penthouse in full when she moved to his city and had put them in her name after they hit a year. She had more money than she knew what to do with, and he still gave her regular access to his black AmEx. Needing the cash had nothing to do with why she stayed. She had plenty of money and talent to venture out on her own and leave him behind, but she simply didn't want to. She liked being a kept woman and he liked keeping her. It was unconventional, but it worked for them. Plus, he got hard every time he saw her in her silver collar, so that was something, right? Probably, but she wasn't about to ask. They were both happy, so why rock the boat? It was an odd relationship, but it was a relationship all the same.
The older man tilted his head to side and looked at her, considering how he should have her make it up to him. "Well, you're in violation of multiple company policies. Upon my arrival, you were in violation of the mandatory dress code, and then you blatantly disregarding a direct order from your superior. You had fair warning, yet you engaged in the same behavior. That's insubordination, love. I really should report you."
"Oh, please don't, Sir," she begged in a high-pitched airy tone she knew he liked as she waltzed over to him and began untying his tie. "I'll be good from here on out. I promise."
"I'm afraid that's good enough, sweetheart," he replied, shaking his head and releasing a long-suffering sigh, as though this was painful for him.
"What if I make it up to you?" she whispered in his ear as she unbuttoned his forest green dress shirt. "I'll do anything."
Klaus raised his eyebrow when she pulled the soft fabric off his broad shoulders, revealing his tattoo of a feather exploding into a flock of birds. "Anything?" he asked with an evil smirk.
The younger blonde woman vehemently nodded her head up and down. "Yes, Mr. Mikaelson. Anything," she confirmed in a sultry tone as he looked her over.
"Well," he conceded with another sigh, "I'll consider it, but first, let's see how obedient you can be." His eyes darkened as his gaze fell to her remaining cherry nipple pastie, the other sitting on a side table since he'd refused to taste it. "Don't speak," he commanded when she opened her mouth. She clamped her lips shut and gave him an impish smile. "The first thing you will do is abide by the company dress code. You will remove your unapproved garments immediately." She nodded her head excitedly as she peeled off the pastie and set it next to its counterpart.
"Not so fast," the businessman interjected after she had seductively removed her panties. She held it in her hand and looked at him expectantly. "You said it was edible. By now, I'm sure you've gotten it quite wet. I can tell from here that it's half melted," he observed, smirking. She took a step forward, but he held up a hand to stop her. "I'm not eating it," he said seriously. "You are. First the panties, them the pasties. After that, we'll shower you off. I want no reminders of your rule breaking, Miss Forbes."
Caroline felt her pussy clench at the heated gaze he sent her way when she slowly and sensually licked the center of the fruity thong. The combined taste of sugary desire had her eyes rolling shut as she sucked the thin strands between her lips still puffy from sucking his cock. "Eyes open," he barked authoritatively. She immediately did as he said and snapped her sapphire eyes open as she pulled the last of the panties into her mouth before salaciously licking her lips. "Now the rest."
"Whatever you say, Mr. Mikaelson," she obediently replied. By the time she was done with the pasties, his cock was painfully hard in his trousers and she could feel her own arousal dripping down the inside of her thighs.
"March," the executive commanded, pointing at the bathroom. The naked blonde turned on her heel and dramatically marched, lifting her knees and holding her chin high, arms swinging side to side at an angle. She yelped when he slapped her hard on the ass, surprising her. She had to bite back a grin at his groan when his palm came back sticky. Despite the innumerable filthy things she'd talked him into trying, at his core, Klaus was still a complete and utter snob. "On second thought, crawl. Hands and knees," he ordered, her pussy clenching at his words. The first time he'd made her do it, he'd thought it was ridiculous and hilarious. She'd gotten wet. Getting him over that little hurdle had been high on her list of taboos to normalize. She obediently wiggled her ass as she crawled forward on all fours.
When they reached the bathroom, he wasted no time roughly pulling her up by the hair and pushing her in the marble stall and turning on the three oversized shower heads she'd chosen to have installed exclusively because they had blacklights that made her bathroom look like a strip club. Klaus, ever the one-upper, had taken her for a long weekend in the Hamptons while he'd had a fiber optic shower curtain installed on the three sides of the shower not touching the wall. "Gah! Cold!" she screamed when the jets hit her sticky flesh. "Rude!" she added with a huff as she petulantly crossed her arms over her chest.
Klaus raised an eyebrow at her as he sprayed all the sugary remnants off her slick skin. "Shall I add backtalking your superiors to your growing list of infractions?" he teased playfully as he set the shower head back on the wall and stripped off his clothes and flicked on the shower curtain, a shimmering cascade of fiber optics lighting the room in a brilliant show of wealth.
"Well, that depends," she teased as she washed away the last of the edible undies with a loofah. "How do you want me to make it up to you, Mr. Mikaelson?" she asked sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes at him, Estee Lauder Sumptuous Extreme Lash Multiplying Mascara running down her cheeks. He liked the black streaks left by her expensive makeup when her eyes watered, particularly when he was in the mood for BDSM.
Klaus was definitely a Dominant. Caroline had gone both ways with her past clients, but there was no world in which Klaus was a sub. As many of her ideas as he'd shot down, anything that involved giving him power, be it real or make believe, he enjoyed. She knew the feral gleam in his eye when he eyed her up and down before quickly retreating to the hall closet. "Closet" was putting it lightly. She'd had bedrooms smaller than that thing. Over the last year, she'd filled it with every toy he'd been even remotely interested in. While there were still some things she wanted, the closet had more than enough to keep them both ridiculously satisfied.
The blonde was soaking inside and out when he returned with some of her favorites, among them a spreader bar. One of the first things she'd done after her arrival was to have solid steel eye hooks strategically placed around the apartment, shower included. "Mr. Mikaelson, what are you doing?" she asked in faux shock when he attached one of her wrists to a hook with a silk tuxedo cuff. They'd gone through more sets of the overpriced toys than she could count. After the first couple of months, he'd started buying in bulk. He flicked off the showerheads on the wall and turned on the raining shower head. They'd learned the hard way that jets of water and kinky, sexy fun didn't mix when he'd accidentally filled her sinuses with enough pressurized liquid to give her a headache for two days. Fortunately, Enzo knew a discrete contractor they'd come to rely on for some of their private home modifications, among them a stripper pole in the guest room.
"I think your mouth has gotten you in enough trouble for one day, don't you?" he asked dangerous as he flipped her around. She gasped when her warm nipples hit the cool marble. He attached the second cuff and bit down hard on her neck. "No more talking," he commanded before adding in a whisper, "until you're ready to beg for me, sweetheart." She grinned as he pushed her legs apart to attach the spreader bar to her ankles before securing it to the wall. He loved hearing her beg, but he liked her pleas to be genuine. He'd forbidden her from asking for an orgasm as soon as she wanted one. No, she was allowed only when she needed to come for him.
"Can you move?" he asked, examining his handy work. She shook her dripping curls, rainbow water droplets flying around the massive shower stall as the fiber optic strands pulsed in the dark. "Good girl," he praised, kissing her shoulder and slapping her ass. "I like having you at my mercy." Caroline giggled her response, leaning into his lean and muscular body as he pulled her to him as much as he could. With one strong forearm around her belly, his fingers trailed downwards. He chuckled when she shivered as he delicately traced the soft skin of her folds with the tips of his nails. He played with her for long minutes, reveling in it every time she whimpered for more. She knew his games. It would be a long time before he granted her any relief.
"What to do with you, Miss Forbes," he mused aloud, caressing the firm flesh of her ass. He covertly picked up a 24kt gold plated butt plug and coated it in silicone lube from the warming pump he'd had installed on the wall. Her only warning that the luxury pleasure toy was coming was the quick spreading of her cheeks before he slid it effortlessly inside her anus. They'd almost made a competition of seeing who could find the bougiest, and often useless, sex toys. The heavy gold plug was among her many favorites. He lightly ran his nails up and down her spine, shushing her as he repeated the process with two connected 20kt gold beads, heavily weighted for her pussy. "Shh, it's ok, love, it's ok," he cooed in her ear as he pushed two fingers deep inside of her to secure the balls. "Feel alright?" he inquired quietly, his gruff stubble scraping her as his lips gently pressed against her shoulder in a soft kiss. When they'd first met, she'd wondered why he bothered asking things like that when he was just a client. Over time, she'd gradually accepted that he asked because he genuinely cared about her, not that they admitted that out loud.
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson, they feel good. Thank you for asking." No, their games were too much fun to change with talk of things like feelings.
"Hmmm," he hummed, "hold on to that feeling." With a mischievous edge, he added, "This won't." Her ass clenched around the plug when she felt a flat cherrywood rod with a sterling silver handle graze against her bare cheeks. The elegant spanker was a recent acquisition, and surprisingly one of his. Most of their impact toys were her selections. He didn't understand some of her preferences, especially the one about crawling around like a pet, but he'd eventually given up trying and just went with it. After all, a happy employee was a productive one, and he wanted her to be happy... even if, at the moment, they were pretending she was a very naughty employee.
Caroline cried out his name when he slapped her ass with the untreated strip of wood. "What did you say?" he asked with a sharp edge to his tone.
"I said, 'Thank you, Mr. Mikaelson,'" she quickly corrected herself, "for giving me a chance to make it up to you. I'm sorry I broke the dress code."
"Not yet you aren't – but you will be," he promised sinfully as he looped his arm around the front of her hip to cup her mound in his left hand, the balls jostling inside her pussy enough to make her moan. He swiftly brought the spanker back down on her other cheek before smoothing away the sharp pain with his right palm, the hard wood a delicious dichotomy to his soft skin. When she was panting in his arms, he finally slipped his finger between her velvet folds and ghosted the tip across her throbbing clit, his cock hardening further at how wet she was already. He had that effect on her and it never ceased to amaze him. Of all the billionaires she could have, she chose him. She'd asked him back in Vegas if he was mad that she spent so much of his money. Who cared about money when all he wanted was her?
Klaus continued to paint her ass red, leaving colorful streaks in his wake until she was shivering in his arms. "Have you learned your lesson, Miss Forbes?" he asked playfully, pinching her nipple as he tossed the rod aside.
"I don't know..." she teased, her voice trailing off. "I think I might be a slow learner."
Klaus smirked and took a step back to admire the bright red stripes decorating her ass and thighs. The first time she'd sexted him a naughty picture, he'd been shocked. Now, one of his favorite things when he was in the middle of a board meeting was the sudden buzz of his Galaxy, her vibration pattern notifying him that she'd sent a picture of what he'd done to her the night before – sometimes multiple nights before if they really went at it. "We'll have to see what we can do about that, then."
Caroline squirmed at the evil thoughts running through her overactive imagination. Klaus could be downright demonic when he wanted to be, and she could tell her lover was feeling particularly vicious that evening if they way he'd been caressing her pussy while he spanked her was any indication of his mood. It was a fine line she treaded with her employer. Half the time, she didn't know if she should run screaming from her penthouse or fall to her knees and beg him to take her so hard and fast that she forgot her own name. It hadn't taken her long to figure out why most of his employees were men, although she was pretty sure a fair number of them wanted to fuck the boss, too.
The blonde jumped when a golden vibrator touched her clit, making her cry out his proper title as he twisted and turned the heavy gold plug stretching her anus. "That's right, love, beg me for it and perhaps I'll let you come just this once." She knew he was lying, but she played along anyway. She pleaded with him at the top of her lungs as she approached the precipice, screaming in frustration when he pulled away just before she fell off. The plug came out with a pop and thudded against the marble floor. "You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" he taunted, the tip of his freshly lubricated cock poking the tight ring of muscle guarding her ass. She threw her head back when he harshly pinched one of her pierced nipples and mumbled out a polite no. "Now, if only you'd shown such insight before my arrival, perhaps you wouldn't be in such trouble, Miss Forbes," he chuckled, slowly pressing his thick shaft between her cheeks until he was sheathed in her warm, soft flesh.
"Fuck, Caroline," he groaned once he was completely inside of her, forgetting their game. The world around him had a way of fading away where she was involved. He tugged her head to the side with a fist in her soaked curls and kissed her roughly and passionately, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth as his cock slowly and methodically kept her right on the edge. His lips twitched up in a smirk when she whimpered against his lips.
"Please, Klaus," she breathed around his tongue, struggling to stay still as he lightly brushed the vibrator against her quivering little bud, the battery turned off.
"Something you need, sweetheart?" he taunted her, sharply biting her lower lip as he sucked it between his teeth.
Caroline nodded her head and moaned when he applied more pressure, his cock gaining speed in her ass. "Yes, Klaus, please make me come. I need it. Please, please, please, let me come. Let me come for you, please," she panted in shallow puffs against his smug smile.
"Good girl," he whispered, the vibrator coming to life against her clit. He swirled it around hard and fast as he hammered her from behind. "Come for me, sweetheart," he growled in her ear, sharply biting her lobe as he slapped her ass hard enough to leave a handprint over the red streaks from the spanker. He turned the toy all the way up and she was gone. Screaming as lightning raced through her veins, she cried out his name before coating his hand in a cascade of warmth as the gilded beads popped into his palm. He continued to slam into her to prolong her orgasm until she was shaking and desperately dragging deep gulps of air into her lungs.
Klaus cradled her against his toned chest, his pace slow and steady as he stroked her hair, kissing her temple while she came down from her breathtaking high. He tugged the $1,600 silk cuffs from the steel hooks and carefully turned her around. She held onto his shoulders to keep her balance, knees still weak, as he bent down to remove the spreader bar from her ankles. He easily lifted her small frame in his strong arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. The billionaire pushed her hair to the side so he could see her beautiful face as he sensually pushed his shaft deep in her pussy.
Caroline slowly opened her eyes and found him staring at her, mesmerized that this precious creature was there with him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her for a chaste kiss on the lips, the buckle of the cuff scratching his broad shoulders. He pulled back and smiled at her with his dimples, pecking her on the cheek as he worked in way down. The blonde woman moaned as he burned a trail of kisses down her throat. He stopped to nibble just beneath her diamond choker, idly wondering if she knew it was the closest to a wedding ring she was ever going to get. He loved her to the moon and back, but they had a good thing going. Neither of them was going to ruin it with the merging and combining of assets. He tugged a nipple between his teeth and suckled her breast progressively harder as he swirled his tongue around her sharp little bud. She matched his thrusts with her hips as he began to move faster and faster until they were both panting and ready to explode.
Klaus snapped his hips in time with her gyrations as he returned his mouth to her lips, tasting the last of the sugar from the edible undies. He came with a groan when her walls began to contract all around his thick cock, their movements frantic as they fell into oblivion, her name on his tongue. He filled her core with sticky semen and buried his face in her neck as they rode out the wave of passion engulfing them.
It was long moments before either of them could move. Once their hearts finally stopped hammering, the older man carefully pulled out of the young escort and set her gently down on the marble floor. "That was fucking fantastic, sweetheart," he praised, kissing her cheek as she preened at him.
"Am I forgiven?" she asked with a not-so-innocent smile that he knew better than to trust.
He tilted his head to the side as he soaped up the loofah with Bulgari shower gel. "Are you going to do it again?" he inquired with raised eyebrows.
"Never," she promised with an impish grin that swore she would absolutely do it again.
"Liar," he chided, spinning her around to slap her ass before he began washing her cheeks.
"Who, me?" she asked, her jaw dropping in faux surprise as she peeked at him over her shoulder, the harsh loofah delicious on her sensitized skin.
He tutted at her, reaching around to massage her breasts, hands slippery with soap suds. "You should to be nicer to me, love, especially with the weekend getaway I've planned for us."
Caroline spun around so quickly that she slipped on the slick floor. Klaus caught her effortlessly, laughing at her impatience. "Where are we going?" she asked, giddy with excitement. It was difficult for him to leave his company behind for longer than a day, but they'd been on a few short vacations, each more extravagant than the last. The penthouse hotel suites and gourmet dining weren't even the best part of traveling with Klaus. Every time he left the Crescent City, he left his inhibitions at the airport. "Atlantic City?" she asked hopefully, nibbling her lower lip anxiously.
"Caroline," he chuckled, "for the things I'm planning to do to you, we'll be leaving the country."
The stripper's jaw dropped in disbelief. "Wait, you're not seriously-"
Klaus' face lit up in a devilish grin as he smirked at her mischievously. "Well, you are the only woman I've ever taken to a nightclub," he replied, dimples coming out to play. "You can't expect me to go to the KitKat Club without you." He nearly fell over when she tackled him with a squeal, her musical laughter washing over them beneath the gentle raindrops of her luxury shower head.
In all the time they'd spent together, he'd never seen her more excited than the next morning when they boarded his private jet for Berlin. He held her hand as the plane took flight, smiling softly at her profile as she stared out the window in awe as New Orleans faded from view. Life was good.
Caroline Forbes was going to the wildest sex club in the entire world... and she was taking her billionaire boyfriend with her.
Klaus was her favorite accessory.
Overpriced Rich People Stuff – $44,096.26
Suzanne Kalan 18kt White Gold Diamond Collar - $28,000
Lelo Luna Beads Luxe - $3,090
Lelo Olga Dildo - $3,490
iRiS LED fiber Optic Shower Curtain - $3,100
Betony Vernon Elegant Spanker - $2,848.77
Betony Vernon Tuxedo Cuffs - $1,595.92
Fontana 40" Color Changing LED Rain Shower Head - $1,429
Etna Gold Anal Plug from the Volcanic Series by Fornicouture – $542.57
A/N Well, what did you think? Did I live up to expectations? Again, I had tons of fun researched exorbitantly priced sex toys. But, hey, Klaus can afford it, right? I left it open for another sequel. Leave me a review to let me know if you liked it! And don't forget to follow me on tumblr at Eliliyah!