Wrapped snugly in the duvet, I begin to stir and immediately notice the delicious soreness between my thighs. This sensation confirms me that the previous night filled with passion with my arrogant complex billionaire was indeed real, and not just a dream . Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I realize I've been asleep for a few hours and can faintly see the Seattle skyline with fewer lights than before. It's still a few hours before dawn as I roll over and realize I'm alone.
Hearing a faint melody in the distant, I realize that Klaus must be in the living room playing his grand piano. My curiosity always seems to get the best of me , prompting me to seek out more of this sad melody and why Mr. Sexy Pant has left the warmth of our bed in the first place. Wrapping the duvet around me, I quietly make my way down the hallway towards the living room.
Walking into the living room, my gaze is drawn to a lone candle casting flickering shadows on the wall behind him as it sits atop the piano.
He's shirtless with tousled hair and appears to have his eyes shut, completely lost in the music he is playing with his skilled fingers, the same fingers which hours ago were gently exploring my body, but now they are weaving a captivating melody, filling the room with the haunting beauty of a classical masterpiece. My cheeks turn red and I struggle to catch my breath as the memory of our love making floods my mind, causing me to squeeze my thighs tightly together.
Leaning against the wall near the room's entrance ,I watch him intently as he loses himself in the melody. He's not only an accomplished musician but also captivating in many ways. A hint of loneliness and sadness in his eyes catches my attention, and a sigh escapes me involuntarily, causing him to stop playing and turn towards me. When he looks up, his captivating dark blue eyes sparkle, his emotions hidden behind a veil of mystery.
"I'm sorry," I murmur shyly. "I didn't mean to disturb you."
A frown flits across his face. "Surely, I should be saying that to you," he murmurs , placing his hands on his knees.
Approaching him closer I notice that he is wearing his pajama pants that hang from his hips and is bare feet.
He really is stunning.
"That was a beautiful piece , why did you stop playing?" I ask leaning on the piano.
"No offence love, but I'm not accustomed to putting on concerts for people." He responds frowning at my obvious intrusion .
"Well , will you make an exception for me?" I ask, leaning on the piano , and giving him my best puppy-dog eyes .
His furrowed brow smooths out as he gazes at me curiously, then shifts his focus back to the keys as he starts the song over. His music is as captivating as his intense lovemaking, which he refers to as "hard fucking," although I still can't quite pinpoint what exactly we did. With a perfect blend of intensity and sensuality, I find myself getting lost in contemplation as I am drawn into his mysterious dark world. With our eyes closed, the haunting melody of the classic song fills the room, evoking a sense of sadness.
As the song comes to an end, our gazes meet and he beckons me to move closer. Without hesitation, I stand by his side while he remains seated at the piano, a hint of sadness reflected in his eyes as he reaches out for me.
Carefully unwrapping the duvet, I instinctively pull him close to me, cradling him against my chest, as I provide comfort to his aching heart. He rests his head against my chest and wraps his arms tightly around my waist, causing my heart to race with a sense of intimacy I've never experienced before. Suppressing my own emotions , I sense his pain and understand that our connection goes beyond mere physical intimacy. I hold onto him, offering solace to his troubled soul.
What's your story Klaus Mikaelson, and who did this to you?
After a while , he stands up and leans in to kiss me. The kiss is both intense and gentle. When we break apart, I can feel the intensity of his gaze, as if he can see into my soul.
"You should be in bed." He says, berating me.
Ignoring his comment, my eyes involuntarily roll. "You play beautifully... thank you for sharing that with me," I say, planting a brief kiss on his cheek, causing him to smile.
"How long have you been playing?"
"Since I was six. My parents insisted we all take up an instrument, the piano was my choice."
"Well, Mr. Mikaelson, your lessons definitely paid off...I must say I'm impressed." I say with a grin.
"Bed!" He playfully exclaims, his mood lightening as he gestures towards his bedroom. "You're going to be exhausted in the morning."
"I know but when I woke up, you weren't there." I confess, taking a step back, and clutching the duvet tightly around me , suddenly feeling a bit too exposed. "I'm not used to waking up alone in an unfamiliar places."
"I couldn't sleep, and like I said, I'm not used to sleeping with anyone," he whispers, his fingers gently brushing through my blonde hair. "But I can make another exception for you tonight." He says, flashing me his charming dimpled grin.
I nod with a smile, knowing this is a huge step for him. I am satisfied to hear that he is at least willing to try, giving me hope that someday things will be different. He puts his arm around me and escorts me back to his room, where a lamp is switched on. Looking down at the mattress, we see traces of blood on the sheets, evidence of my lost virginity. I flush with embarrassment and lower my head in shame, while he looks on with triumph and amusement.
"Well, that'll give my housekeeper something to think about." He mutters, chuckling to himself . "How are you feeling?" He ask, standing in front of me, as he gently lifts my chin with his hand, tilting my head back to look at me intently.
His gaze is intense as he scrutinizes my face.
"I'm good." I lie , not wanting to admit the soreness I feel from my first ever shag.
Trying to ignore the blood stain, I sit on the edge of the bed and realize that I haven't seen his naked chest before. Instinctively I reach out to touch his bare chest, but to my surpise he moves away before I can make contact.
Woah! That's strange...
"Get into bed Caroline," He says a bit sharply, retracting the duvet from around me.
Seriously!? Again with the mood swing...
"Do you want something to wear?" Shaking my head no, and disregarding his demeanor , I settle back onto the luxurious sheets, reveling in their softness against my skin.
"I'll join you for a little bit until you fall asleep." He says laying down beside me, pulling me close and wrapping his arms around me as my back is pressed against his front.
"Sleep, my sweet Caroline." He whispers into my hair, kissing the back of my head and sighing deeply. I can't help but sense a hint of sadness either from the music or his demeanor. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes.
It doesn't take long before I drift into darkness, the image of a lonely six-year-old child playing sad melodies on his adoptive parent's grand piano lingering in my mind.
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A few hours later, I am gently nudged by Mr. Sunshine as sunlight fills the room, rousing me from my sleep. Stretching my tired and sore body, it feels as if I have never exercised before, which is somewhat true. As I stretch, I notice Klaus sleeping peacefully beside me. With my inner goddess winking with delight, my subconscious is in full judgmental mode wanting to slap the shit out of me for giving into desire...fucking hard instead of gentle lovemaking.
And despite Knowing that this is not a regular thing for Klaus, I can't help but hope that he sees me as more than just a potential number 16.
With tousled hair and a stubbled face, he faces my direction, looking gorgeous even in his state of disarray , exuding a sense of peace and carefree aura. I take this rare moment to observe him closely,noticing a youthful innocence in his appearance despite knowing he's anything but, especially with his infamous red room of pain just a floor above us. His soft, heart-shaped luscious lips tempt me to touch them, igniting a strong desire within me. I yearn to outline his lips with mine and relive the pleasures of the previous night , but alas, I am interrupted by the nature's call .
Reluctantly, I leave the warmth of the bed, careful not to disturb him. I find his white dress shirt tossed on the floor, quickly put it on before beginning my search for the bathroom.
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After accidentally entering two walk-in closets, I finally found success with the third door which turned out to be the master bathroom, an expansive space reminiscent of the size of the apartment I share with Bonnie. I can't help but be intrigued by the ultra-modern amenities he has in his home. He boasts a high-tech Numi toilet equipped with a bidet and a touchscreen panel, complete with a heated surface for feet. I had only ever seen these luxurious units in fancy home decor magazines, so experiencing them in person is quite surreal. Of course, it's no surprise that this pretentious man would have such an extravagant fixtures, which probably costs more than my old car , sitting in my driveway.
Making my way to the enormous mirror, I catch a glimpse of my reflection and let out a gasp of horror at the image staring back at me. My disheveled hair, smudged mascara and smeared eyeliner , makes me look like a deranged panda . There's no way in hell , I am going to let him see me like this. Remembering the whereabouts of my purse I swiftly head to the study, retrieve my bag and return to the bathroom. Using hair sticks, I quickly put my hair up into a messy bun and redo my makeup with a lighter touch. Hmm much better.
Grabbing my phone I notice several missed calls and text messages from Bonnie.
Crap! She's going to kill me...
Sending her a quick text message to let her know that I'm very much alive and haven't been sold into slavery or to the black market, I tuck my phone into Klaus's shirt pocket , grab some ear buds from the inside pocket of my bag and head back into the bedroom where my prince charming is lightly snoring. Not wanting to disturb him I head to the kitchen and felt the urge to devour everything in sight because I had never been so hungry in my life.
I opt for eggs, pancakes, and bacon as the ideal breakfast choice after a night of intense passion. It's the least I can do for Klaus after giving me the best night of my life so far.
Finding the necessary ingredients, I plug in my earbuds and turn up the volume, as I lose myself in my mixing creations, dancing around the kitchen, bobbing my head to the beat of the music. Despite not being a morning person, I find myself giddy and down right starving, likely due to the unforgettable night . This newfound excitement is unlike my usual self,and I can't help but wear a constant grin on my face.
Sliding across the kitchen, I grab a whisk from a canister, pull a pan from a hanging rack, and select seasonings from the biggest spice rack I've ever seen , for my morning meal. As I slide back to the stove, I catch him out of the corner of my eye, watching me with a hint of amusement.
Stopping in my tracks, I remove my ear buds and bite down on my lip consciously.
"Oh please , don't let me stop your little pereformance love , it's very entertaining." He says, unable to wipe off his smirk.
Crap!
"Umm... how long have you been there?" I ask, as he fights back his laughter at the expense of my obvious embarrassment.
"Long enough." He says cracking up. "You're very energetic this morning. Is someone in a good mood?" He smirks.
"Shut up!" I say, smirking back at him. "I'm not even going to respond to that." I tease back. Flipping the last of the pancakes into the air, then easing them onto a platter and into the oven to keep warm. "But I have to admit, after we went back to bed I totally crashed...I don't think I've ever slept so well."
"I can't imagine why." He teases back making me blush. "Suprisingly so did I , considering I've never shared my bed with anyone ... perhaps it was the company."
My inner goddess is doing backflips at his admission.
Deciding not to press him any further, my attention returns to preparing our morning feast. "I hope you don't mind, but I was starving, so I took the liberty of preparing some breakfast for us. There are pancakes in the oven, bacon on the grill, and I'm cooking eggs," I say, grabbing a carton of eggs from the fridge. "You hungry?"
"Yes Sweetheart, I'm VERY hungry." he responds in the most seductive tone, causing me to tense up at the implication behind his words, because by the tone of his voice I doubt he's talking about food.
Is it just me, or is it getting warmer in here?
Feeling flustered at his tone I squeak out ,"Your eggs!" My tone sounding higher than I intended, making him chuckle. "Umm how would you like them?"
"Thoroughly whisked and...beaten." He says jokingly, making me roll my eyes at him.
Ah, Just like your women.
With a smirk still on my face , I shift my attention back to the cracked eggs in the small metal mixing bowl. As he beats the yolks, he stands next to me, tugging at my messy bun.
"It's very cute but it won't protect you from me ." He says ,kissing my neck, causing me to giggle. "That's a beautiful sound, love. You should make it more often." His comment makes me shyly smile.
After fetching two mats from a cupboard, he places them on the breakfast bar and pours orange juice and coffee for both of us. As he settles into his seat, I place our warmed plates on the mats and grab maple syrup from the fridge. Klaus gestures for me to sit on a bar stool next to him. As I climb up, I momentarily forget about my soreness and wince in pain. His eyes widen at my obvious discomfort.
"Just how sore are you?"
My face flames crimson.
Why must he always ask such personal questions?
Trying to play it off , I sarcastically reply, "I'm fine...I'll live." , As he desperately tries to stifle his smile.
"So, I'm wondering if we should continue your training."
More sex? Yes please...
"Oh." Is all I'm able to say. No longer interested in food, I set my fork down on my plate and gaze at him intently, biting my lower lip.
"Caroline, you need to eat more than that." He says, harping at me as I reluctantly place a forkful of pancakes into my mouth.
Why is he so freaking obsessed with food?
"By the way, thanks for the breakfast, this was delicious." He says polishing off an entire omelet, then dabbing his mouth with a cloth napkin.
I nod in return trying to stuff more food into my not so hungry mouth.
"So, what sort of training did you have in mind?" I ask nonchalantly, trying not to look too interested, while taking a sip of orange juice.
"Well since your so sore I thought we could stick to oral skills." He says, making me choke on my drink as the liquid makes it's way through my nose. Gently patting my back , he hands me a napkin. "That's if you want to stay," he adds.
I glance up at him, attempting to regain my composure. His expression remains emotionless, which is quite frustrating.
Ugh!
"I'd like to stay today but I need to be back by tonight." He doesn't look pleased.
"Why tonight?"
"Because I have to be at work tomorrow."
"What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?"
"Nine."
"I'll get you to work by nine tomorrow ." I frown.
Does he want me to stay another night?
Seing my puzzled face, he asks "What is it?"
"I need to go home tonight...I need clean clothes."
"Well that's not an issue at all. We can get you some here."
"I don't have spare cash to spend on my clothes . And I don't want you to spend your money on me either." His mouth is a hard line.
"Okay, this evening," he acquiesces. "Now eat your breakfast."
Seriously is he ordering me again!
"You know sweetheart , if this arrangement is to work, we need better communication. I need to know everything going on with you." His tone is harsh , his lips a hard line as he continues to glare at me.
Stalker much?!
"Okay...let's get this straight Mr. Mikaelson, I still haven't agreed to anything so I'm not obligated to check in with you." Getting more irritated I give it right back at him.
He lets out a deep sigh and runs his hand through his hair. "No you haven't Miss Forbes, but if you keep biting that lip of yours, I'll take you right here on this counter , and I know you're sore and not wearing anything under my shirt." With my insides clenching at his words my face flushes.
Looking at me intently he continues, "Come on let's not argue , I'll have you back by tonight... Good?"
Smirking back at him, I reply "Good."
"Okay so since you cooked, I'll clean and then we'll take a bath."
Did someone say bath?
Before I can respond, my cell phone vibrates. "Umm...It's Bonnie, I need to take this," I inform him as I walk to the balcony while he tidies up.
"Hey Bon.."
"Don't you , 'Hey' me, Forbes! Why the hell didn't you call or text last night? I've been worried sick about you!" Bonnie lashes out with anger.
"I'm sorry...I got caught up in things and-"
"-You slept with him!" She cuts in, not really asking, more like making a statement, and disrupting my train of thought.
I let out a deep sigh and do not try to deny anything.
"Can we please talk about this later?"
How the fuck did she know?
"Care..." she starts , but I cut her off.
"Bonnie please, not on the phone, I'll be home tonight."
"Are you at least okay?"
"Yeah...I'm fine."
"Oh, my God this is so exciting! Well...how was it? Was he gentle? How do you feel?" She can't help it, the reporter in her is dying for the scoop.
"Bon! I told you I'm fine. That's all you're going to get."
"Oh, C'mon Care! I've been waiting for this day, and now that it's finally here, you don't want to talk about it?"
"Listen... I have to go. We'll talk more tonight." Before she has the chance to respond, I end the call.
My best friend is very open and tells me everything, even the gross things I'd rather not hear about. I have signed a non-disclosure agreement, so I am unable to freely discuss certain topics. However, I wonder if there may be room for negotiation.
As I return to Klaus, I place my hand on his back while he finishes up in the kitchen.
"Umm , does the NDA cover everything?" I ask, cautiously.
"Why do you ask?"
"No specific reason. I just have some questions about sex I would like to discuss with Bonnie."
"You can always ask me, love . I'll be honest with you."
"I know you will, but there are certain things a girl can only talk to another girl about, like the details, and I wouldn't dare bring up anything about the contract or red room of pain."
My description of his playroom amuses him. Moving closer to me, he places his hand on my jaw and lifts my lips to meet his.
"My playroom is mostly about pleasure Caroline. Trust me when I say, it's something that we will both enjoy." He pauses. "So, how was last night for you?"
"Seriously! You're asking me that? Klaus, you were there so you know I was into it."
He chuckles at my response.
"Yes...you were very receptive and quite delicious, I must say." Looking away I blush at his words."What I really want to know is, besides feeling sore and it being your first time, how was it for you?"
"Good...really good." I finally confess, grinning at him, causing the corners of his mouth to turn up.
"Me too." He whispers. "I've never had vanilla sex before, and I quite enjoyed it. Maybe it's because it was with you," he says running his thumb along my lips.
What the fuck is vanilla sex?
"C'mon...let's go take a bath."
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Standing in the doorway of his bathroom my arms are crossed as I intently watch him prepare the bath. The air fills with the scent of delicious bath oils as the water starts bubbling, rising to the perfect level. Reaching for my hand he guides me into the enticing hot water, removes my cell phone from the breast pocket and lifts my shirt over my head , leaving me standing completely nude before him. My initial reaction is to cover up, but my hands are held at my sides as he gazes at me from head to toe . Feeling nervous, I bite my lower lip and lower my eyes.
"Hey," he whispers, catching my attention. I glance up at him, noticing his head tilted to the side. "Caroline , you're beautiful, there's no need to feel ashamed. If it were up to me, you would never wear any clothes." His comment makes me blush even more. "It's a pleasure to stand here and gaze at you. I know how tempting your lips are , and when you keep biting it like that, it makes me want to fuck you, and you're already sore."
"Sorry," Is all I can manage to say.
Taking my chin in his hand, my lips are raised and guided to his. The kiss is soft and sweet, different from the hungry, demanding kisses we shared last night . When we pull apart, we gaze into each other's eyes, causing my heart to skip a beat. Without another thought my hands gravitate to his t-shirt covered chest.
"What are you doing?" He whispers, removing my hands from him.
"I want to touch you."
"I know you do, but you can't." He says, holding onto my wrists.
"Why can't I touch you the way you touch me?"
"I just... Don't" He says sternly , but there's a hint of sadness in his voice.
Bewildered by his odd behavior, I can't help but wonder, What the hell happened to him ?
Sensing my disappointment , he kisses me tenderly. "It's not you, this is just the way I am."
We'll see about that.
Acknowledging him with a look of understanding, he assists me in easing down into a sitting position, the soothing sensation of the water hit my sore and aching body. Leaning against the back of the large tub, I exhale with pure bliss.
"Enjoying that?"
"Mhmm , it feels amazing," I reply softly with my eyes closed in pleasure . "Why don't you join me."
After a moment of consideration, he begins to strip his shirt and pajama bottoms. "Great idea," he says with a smile. "Scoot forward."
I do as I'm told and watch as he gets into the bathtub, sinking into the water behind me. His strong arms and long legs, envelopes me entirely, drawing me nearer and pressing me against his chest. Feeling his growing erection against my back, a sense of power washes over me, knowing that my body alone has this effect on him, at the same time , I find myself falling under his spell as he begins to gently massage my aching shoulders.
"Mmmm this feels good." I say wiggling my back against him.
"It certainly does." He responds, his breath gentle and warm against my skin.
Just forty-eight hours ago, I never would have imagined that I would be in this exact moment. Losing my virginity to a gorgeous british billionaire and then sharing a luxurious bath with him. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I feel more alive than ever and I am embracing every emotion, feeling, and moment that this new experience has to offer.
"Could you pass me the soap?" He interrupts my thoughts, gently nuzzling my hair and peppering kisses on my neck causing me to lean back into him.
"Your skin is so soft," he murmurs, planting more kisses down to my shoulders before applying bath gel onto a cloth and then onto my skin.
With his gentle touch, he meticulously massages the plush fabric into my skin, ensuring not a single area is missed. I feel myself melting in his hands as he begins by cleansing my neck, moving down to my shoulders, then along the expanse of my back, and finally to my lower body, eliciting a deep groan of desire from me. As he reaches around he tenderly cleanse my collar-bone, my upper chest, and eventually my breasts.
Placing the cloth on his lap, he gently cups my breasts, and massage them with the luxurious bath gel. His expert hands knead and caress my breasts, tugging on my sensitive nipples, elongating them and sending waves of pleasure through me. The intensity of the sensation is almost overwhelming, bringing me to the brink of losing myself completely in his touch.
"I think they're clean enough." He whispers, positioning his legs between mine and spreading my thighs apart so I'm wide open to him.
"That's it Sweetheart , just relax and let me take care of you." His voice ozes with seduction as the cloth is brought to my nether regions and he gently massage me there. Letting out a gasp I start moaning as he continues to pleasure me through the thin material.
"You like it?" He whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine while continuing his slow ministrations of my nerve bundle, teasing at my entrance.
"Y-yes it feels so good." I breathe out. Lost in the moment, my arousal spikes to a point where my body is yearning for release. Just as I was about to reach my peak, he unexpectedly stops and removes the cloth.
What the...?
"Huh? Why did you stop?" I gasp, turning my head, and panting with need.
"I have other plans for you love. Turn around and face me."
He's so bossy but I comply with his bossiness. I guess I should get used to this if I'm going to take him up on his offer. Filled with sexual frustration, I turn around and see his impressive manhood at full attention, partially submerged and gazing up at me. My jaw drops at the sight before me.
That was inside of me?
Amused by my rather shocked expression he grips his erection firmly in his grasp.
"Go ahead, touch it." He says in his thick british accent.
"Umm..." Glancing up at him, I see the desire in his eyes.
"It's okay Caroline, I want you to." he says softly gazing into my eyes.
I swallow.
He wants me to touch him...okay then, bring it on!
Licking my lips I wrap my hand around him as he shows me how he likes to be held and stroked. It's quite the specimen, firm but soft as I continue to stroke him up and down its considerable length enjoying the sensation , without anymore guidance of his.
"Oh baby...it feels amazing..." He murmurs, closing his eyes.
I'm going to fuck your mouth...
Recalling his comment from the night before when my thumb was thrusted into my mouth; Well , now I'm up for it.
Adjusting my position, I am perfectly poised to move towards my ultimate prize and take my first taste of the billionaire. Extending my tongue I cautiously lick the small opening of the tip, lapping up the oozing liquid as my hunger for him increases . It tastes slightly salty but surprisingly delicious, I can't get enough and desire more.
"What!? What are you doing?" His eyes snap open as I place my hands on his knees to steady myself .
My unexpected actions leave him speechless as my lips encircles the tip, sucking gently. His gaze locked on me as I bring him pleasure .
"Caroline!" He gasps out as I take him in deeper ,fully giving in to the sensations. I never knew giving pleasure to someone could be so arousing , but in that moment, I feel an overwhelming desire to devour him completely.
"Christ Caroline! Th-that feels so good." He purrs, placing his hand on the back of my head as I take him deeper, lightly scraping my teeth and increasing my pace, fucking him with my mouth. With each moan he lets out, I can feel him losing control as I vigorously bob up and down, matching his gentle thrusts .
"I'm going to come darling...you need to stop unless...aaahhh!" He urges me on , but I am determined to make him climax, taking him even deeper so he hits the back of my throat. Closing his eyes, his head arches back, mouth falls open as his body tenses.
Releasing a deep moan, warm liquid flows down my throat as he empties himself inside my mouth. Swallowing rapidly, I continue to suck him until he is thoroughly drained. When he opens his eyes, he gazes at me with astonishment before pulling me into his lap and kissing me hard, forcing his tongue beyond the slit of my lips.
Lost in the moment, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. When we finally break apart, we are both left breathless.
"Jesus, Don't you have a gag reflex?" He breathlessly asks, running his hand through my hair. "Have you done that before?"
"Nope," I proudly reply, emphasizing the P. "First time." I say trying to conceal my amusement, feeling a sense of accomplishment for my first ever blow job.
"You never cease to amaze me Caroline."
My inner goddess celebrates at his words while my subconscious taps it's foot in judgement. He won't let you touch him and you still blow his dick?
"That was good ... really good and very unexpected though."
"You're welcome." Is all I can say as he pulls me into his arms again for another kiss.
"Come on, let's get you to bed...I owe you an orgasm."
Klaus is the first to stand up from the oversized tub, wrapping a small white towel around his waist. He helps me out of the tub, enveloping me in a fluffy white towel, pulling me close and kissing me with such intensity that I momentarily forget to breathe.
"Say yes," he whispers against my lips.
"What?" I can barely muster a response as I get lost in his sweet kisses.
"To our arrangement. To being mine. Please say yes, Caroline. I want this...I want you more than anything," he declares, picking me up in his arms and carrying me to his bedroom.
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Upon entering his bedroom, I am gently placed on the bed, propped up by pillows. He then removes the towel, drying me off softly before kissing me gently and playfully tugging my lower lip with his teeth.
"Do you trust me?" He whispers against my lips.
"Should I?" I hesitate. "What are you going to do to me?" My voice is breathy, yet uncertain.
"I want to tie your hands together." He says, pausing to look at me intently. "Will you let me?"
"Will you hurt me?"
"No sweetheart, not at all. You've pleased me and I want to return the favor by showering you with kisses all over your beautiful, delicate skin,"He says , gazing into my eyes. "I just want you to experience how good it can be." His choice of words and seductive tone are stirring something deep within me, nearly pushing me to the edge. And I know I can no longer resist him.
"So do you trust me , Caroline ?" He asks once more.
After a brief moment I nod with a smile.
"Yes , I trust you." I finally verbalize my response and extend my hands in front of me.
"Good girl." He says, grabbing a tie from the nightstand and binds my wrists together, positioning them above my head.
"Now lay still and don't move your hands." I follow his instruction as he removes his towel and hovers over me, rubbing his manhood against my thigh. His fingers run through my hair, planting kisses on my forehead and temples before finally placing a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose.
"So beautiful." He whispers as he kisses me passionately, allowing his tongue to explore mine as the kiss deepens to a point where we are both gasping and moaning with desire. Losing myself in the moment, I wrap my arms around his neck, longing to pull him closer. But he breaks away, causing me to frown.
"I told you not to move your hands. Each time you defy me, I'm going to start this process all over again."
And true to his warning, he starts the process anew.
His lips move down my throat, kissing, sucking, and nipping, until he reaches the small dip at the base of my neck, he then trails his tongue along the curve of my jawline. My nipples become painfully stiff and a pulsing heat gathers at my core, causing my body to writhe uncontrollably.
"Stay still." He warns, his warm breath brushing against my skin as my temperature rises , making me feel like I'm on fire.
"Okay." I breathe out trying to regain some semblance of control over myself.
Moving down further, he caresses my chest and trails his tongue along my collarbone . He places soft kisses above, below, and all around my breast ,but deliberately avoid my throbbing bud that is aching for attention.
"Oh please!" I whimper, practically begging him for release , as my head falls back sinking into the pillows.
"Shhh...patience love." He whispers , swirling his tongue around one of my hardened nipples. I gasp out.
"You like this?" He seductively asks, enclosing his lips around the hardened nub, tugging and gently sucking until I'm crying out in ecstasy.
"Is this what you want baby?" He mumbles against my breast, giving it a final tug and kiss, before moving on to the other one.
"Oh God...yes!" I blurt out , wanting more, so much more, which elicits a devilish smirk from him.
Moving lower on my body, he swirls his tongue in my belly button while holding onto my hips. Slowly spreading my thighs, it becomes evident what he plans to do next . His lustful gaze staring at my blooming pussy with hunger. With my dripping cunt right in his face , his nose nuzzles against the top of my thighs, burying itself in my pubic region as he inhales my aroma.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me? Your scent is intoxicating, it drives me bloody insane." He says through clenched teeth as he glides his index finger between my swollen folds.
"Oh baby, I love that you're so wet for me." With that, he puts his drenched finger, coated with my essence, into his mouth.
Panting in anticipation I close my eyes and toss my head further back as his tongue works its magic on me, sending waves of pleasure down my core. The intensity builds more as he massages my clit, making it throb with need . Gasping at the sensation, my hips arch upward pressing into his talented mouth, causing me to cry out as he sucks in and gently pulls on my extremely sensitive nerve, taking me to new heights of pleasure .
With my hands still tied above my head ,my body starts to tremble, as he thrusts two fingers inside me, bringing me to the edge of ecstasy. I lose myself in the moment and unravel into his eager mouth. Holding me down, my center spasms uncontrollably as he savours every drop of my release .
Moving up my body , my cries are silenced by his passionate kisses. I moan at the odd taste of my desire lingering on his tongue- suprisingly arousing me even more. Before I can catch my breath, the sound of a ripped packet is heard as he enters me, plunging deep inside me, causing me to wince with a mix of pain and pleasure.
"You okay , love?" He asks , his forehead pressed against mine, as he wait for my response. Still caught up in the aftermath of my intense orgasm, I am unable to form words and simply nod with a smile, fueling his desire even more and giving him the green light to continue. Pulling back and then thrusting into me with force ,I cry out as he increases his speed, sending waves of pleasure straight to my core as a tingling sensation builds in my lower abdomen.
Again?
Meeting his thrusts I let out uncontrollable grunts as he continues his onslaught. A mix of pleasure and pain washes over me. With his hands on either side of my head, I'm compelled to look into his eyes and notice something different. Is it love or lust? I can't be certain, but it's definitely something.
"Give yourself to me Caroline. Come on baby... feel it. Come for me!" With his commanding words, I fall apart and come undone , exploding around him, yelling out his name and sobbing freely.
"That's it sweetheart...you belong to me." He grunts , pursuing his own climax.
Yes...I'm yours...
After a few more thrusts, he stills himself and reaches his release.
"Fuck Caroline!" He yells out , collapsing on top of me with his face buried in my hot sweaty neck, his full weight pressing down on me.
Wrapping my tethered hands around his neck , I cling to him tightly, as I still tremble from my climax. Being close to him just feels right and that is all I crave in this moment . With the heaving of his body against mine, there's no distance or barriers between us. In this instant, It dawns on me that I trust Klaus completely and perhaps even feel a hint of love for him for the intimacy we've shared. With this new world of sensations he has introduced me to, I can no longer deny my trueself or go without the pleasure he has shown me. I want this man in my life and will do whatever it takes to be a part of his world no matter how twisted it may seem.
With my composure somewhat restored, our gazes lock.
His eyes are filled with warmth and adoration, while mine display a mixture of gratitude, fear and contentment. Lowering my lips to his I pour all my emotions into that lingering kiss. When we finally pull away, there is a sense of connection and mutual understanding between us.
"Do you see how good we are together?" He says, still deep inside of me.
Through hooded eyes I nod, in full agreement.
"This is just the beginning, love. If you fully give yourself to me, I'll take you places beyond your wildest dreams...Say yes Caroline. Say yes to our arrangement." His words echo my thoughts.
Just as I'm about to agree and sell my soul to the devil, a woman's voice interrupts us from outside his bedroom door
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"What do you mean he's still sleeping? It's afternoon! Elijah, what's wrong with him? Is he sick? You can't keep me from my son!"
"Mrs. Mikaelson, please calm down. He's not sick...but he's also not alone."
"Oh!" She says full of disbelief. "He has company?"
"Yes Mrs. Mikaelson. A young lady from Portland."
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"Shit! It's my mother."
Giving me a look somewhere between amusement and horror Klaus pulls out of me , causing me to wince at the emptiness and jumps to his feet.
"Looks like you're about to meet my mother... Come on love, let's get dressed."
Holy crap!