"What!? Your mother's here? Like right now!?"
"Yeah I guess she wanted to surprise me. Come on ,we need to get dressed-that's if you want to meet her." He says with a grin.
"Umm I don't know ... I mean I don't have anything to wear and plus, look at me...I'm a hot mess...literally." I pause sighing heavily. "Oh god no! I can't meet her like this! Maybe I should just stay here."
"I really want her to meet you Caroline." He says , staring deeply into my eyes.
"You do ?" I ask, enamored by his dark blue eyes.
"Uh, yeah, and I think you could be wearing a trash bag and still look beautiful. Feel free to borrow any of my stuff." He says, with a hint of smile ,pulling on a pair of jeans ,without underwear Damn! and a white t-shirt , leaving his feet bare.
Suddenly feeling exposed, and with my hands still tied up, I struggle to sit up and shield myself with a pillow as he runs his fingers through his messy hair.
"Umm...aren't you forgetting something?" I smirk, holding out my hands as his eyes darken and a groan escapes his lips.
"Huh now why would I do that love. I really like you this way ,its very sexy." He says, taking a moment to untangle me from his multi-functional tie. "If my mother wasn't here, I would ravish you all over again." The seductive tone of his voice is so compelling that it feels impossible to resist.
Damn him! How does he do that?
I really wish he wouldn't say such things because after experiencing two earth shattering orgasms that left me a blubbering mess, my libido once again is ready for more action. Even with his disheveled hair, he remains incredibly attractive. However, I may need some work...perhaps an entire makeover. What will his mother think of me? It won't take a genius to figure out what we've been up to in the middle of the day. I'm extremely nervous to meet his mother, but perhaps she will provide some insight as to why her precious little billionaire son is so fucked up.
"I'm going out to meet with my mother and calm her down. If you're not out there in five minutes I'm coming back in here and dragging you out no matter what you look like."
"Fine!" I say rolling my eyes in resignation, gingerly getting to my feet as he leaves the room.
Okay, where the hell are my jeans?
Searching the room I find them partially under the bed along with my button down shirt. Great! It's a little wrinkly but it'll do. Now where are my under garments? Remembering the flimsy lace being practically ripped off of me last night I abandon the search for my panties but find my bra on a chair on the opposite side of the room.
How the hell did it get there?
Rifling through Klaus's drawers, I come across a pair of Calvin Klein men's tight boxer briefs. Perfect!
After dressing myself in his room, I rush to the bathroom mirror and come face to face with my messy bun hair and smeared make-up. After a quick combing I settle for a simple ponytail and a quick touch-up. Jeez...could I be anymore flushed? At least she won't accuse me of being pale. He wants her to meet me. Why? What's that about? Another first he said...did any of the fifteen ever meet his parents?
Suddenly I feel dizzy with shortness of breath. Sitting on the edge of the bed I take a series of deep breaths to calm the butterflies buzzing in my belly. Get a grip Care, it's just one woman...who happens to be his mother.
Ugh! You're supposed to be tough , so get your shit together and get your ass out there.
After a deep breath, I grip the door handle, twist it, and step into the hallway. As I walk down the corridor, my heart pounds faster as the voices become louder.
Entering the living room, I see Klaus and impeccably dressed older woman with blonde hair sitting on the L-shaped couch.
"There she is." Klaus says, rising to his feet and walking towards me, reaching for my hand , I am led to a woman who appears to be in her mid fifties, clad in a sophisticated beige outfit exuding elegance and affluence. Feeling out of place in my own attire, I nervously bite my lip.
"Hello, Mrs. Mikaelson," I stammer, overcome with nerves.
Klaus seems amused by my reaction and wraps his arm around me.
"Mother...I'd like you to meet Caroline Forbes," Klaus introduces me without hesitation.
I timidly reach out my hand to the older woman and offer a shy smile. She returns it warmly.
"Sweetheart, this is my mother, Dr. Grace Mikaelson."
"It's a pleasure to meet you darling, and please call me Grace," she says with a hint of wonder in her voice,she seems genuinely happy and relieved as she looks back at her son.
"So how did you two meet?" She questioningly looks at Klaus .
"Caroline's friend was ill so she took her place and interviewed me for the student paper at WSU since I'm conferring the degrees next month." He says looking intently at my lips.
God! Why does he always have to do this?!
And after our morning activities my appetite for him has only increased. Thinking back to early this morning, finding Klaus playing piano for me.
Shirtless with pajama pants hanging low at his hips with delicious facial stubble and bare feet. His long fingers pressing the keys with keen precision as he did while stroking my sex, his digits filling me and stretching me wider. With his face pressed against my breast as I wrap the duvet around him, his hungry mouth sucking and tugging my erect nipples, making me wet with desire. Just as my legs are about to give out I'm swiftly lifted onto the piano, the duvet discarded carelessly as I'm laid out onto my back, fully exposed to him, and with my thighs spread wide, his hungry mouth dove into my core, thrusting his tongue deep inside me..
"So you're graduating next month?" Grace asks.
"Um, yes." I breathlessly respond to her, feeling my cheeks grow warm in response to my improper thoughts of her son.
As I start to snap out of my reverie, my cell phone begins buzzing. "Excuse me, I need to take this."
Thinking it may be Bonnie I blindly answer. "Hey Bon."
"Where have you been Care? I've been trying to reach your forever. I'm sorry about the other night. Why haven't you returned my calls?"
Shit! It's Matt...
"Look Matt now's not a good time, I can't talk right now." I say, glancing over at Klaus and his mom.
"Where the hell are you? Bonnie won't tell me anything." He whines.
"I'm in Seattle."
"You're with that Mikaelson...aren't you?"
"Matt, we'll talk later, goodbye." Ending the call I nonchalantly return to Klaus and his mother.
"Is everything okay , sweetheart?" Grace inquires.
"Umm...yeah, everything's fine. Just a friend trying to make amends and do the right thing."
"Did he now?" Klaus murmurs, gazing at me, his expression unreadable.
"Yeah."I reply, avoiding his eyes.
"So, what brings you to Seattle?" I ask, attempting to steer the conversation away from my phone call and ease Klaus's scrutiny of me.
"I'm attending a medical conference on advancing science while improving care. I'm here for a couple of says and thought I'd visit my sons." She pauses, turning to Klaus. "I thought we might have lunch but now that I see you have other plans, I don't want to interrupt your day."
Gathering her stuff, She turns to him and offers her cheek. He plants a kiss on her cheek "Mother, thank you for coming. I need to get Caroline back to Portland so we'll be leaving as well. I'll have Elijah take you back to your hotel."
"Take care Niklaus."
Ah, Niklaus! How could I forget his full name.
She extends her hand to me, her eyes shining with a smile. "Caroline sweetheart, it's been such a pleasure, I do hope we see more of you." She says, making me blush.
"The pleasure's been mine Mrs. Mikaelson...I mean Grace."
As soon as the door closes, Klaus's attention is back on my phone call.
"What did that bloody photographer want!?" His voice is stern, his jaw tight, making me feel uneasy and somewhat intimidated.
"You know he has a name and he just wanted to apologize for what happened on Friday."
"For what? Taking advantage of you when you were intoxicated!" Klaus retorts, his anger escalating.
Taking his hand, I lead him back to the couch.
"Klaus please , I know things could have been worse , but they didn't , thanks to you." I say as I stroke his cheek and give him a brief kiss on the lips. "Matt is still my friend and for the next couple of weeks I still have some classes with him."
"I don't think so." He says through gritted teeth. "After what transpired on Friday I don't feel confortable with you being alone with him and besides, I don't like to share!"
"Seriously, Klaus!" I groan. "There's nothing going on with him . You can trust me!"
"It's not that I don't trust you, Caroline. It's just that if anything were to happen to you," he pauses with a sigh, "I couldn't forgive myself." Taking a deep breath, he runs a hand through his hair. "If you still want to be around that bloody photographer, then I insist on having someone stay with you."
Damn he's possessive!
I am left wondering if this is for his benefit or mine, but I reluctantly give in, realizing that I'm not going to win this argument.
"Fine. If I have to keep up with you , I can't always argue. " I say grinning mischeviously.
"Does this mean you're saying yes to our arrangement?"
"Not exactly, but I'm not saying no either. I need to read the entire contract first and see what I'm getting myself into."
"Miss Forbes , I would be disappointed if you didn't." He says, kissing me, his mood lifting.
"Thank you Caroline. I appreciate you easing my mind. I, uh... I just don't want to see you get hurt."
Get hurt? Seriously! you want to make me your personal sex slave and do unspeakable things to me in your red room of pain. Kinky bastard!
"It's getting late so I better get you home before your friend has my head on a platter. If she only knew the things I want to do to you..." His comment makes us both chuckle.
"Speaking of Bonnie, you never did say if talking to her would violate the NDA."
"It's fine! I guess we can both compromise a little. Speak with her if you must, it may even benefit us both in the long run."
Did I actually win an argument?
"So, was Elijah here the entire time?"
"No, he arrived this morning when we were having our bath."
Shit! He must have heard us, well we weren't exactly quiet.
"C'mon...let's get some lunch. I know a quiet little cafe on the way to the airport"
"We're not taking Charlie Tango?"
"No...its a beautiful day, I thought we enjoy it before I get you back, plus I'm really hungry. How about you?"
Yes, but not for food...
"No...not really."
"Caroline, you need to eat." He sighs deeply, glaring at me. "I'm gonna get ready and then we'll go."
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Klaus quickly returns from his bedroom donning a black leather jacket. He hands me mine before we leave his place and step into the elevator.
The doors slides close and there it is again, electricity filling the small space as we smirk without making eye contact. Unintentionally, I bite my lip, which immediately captures his attention.
"Keep doing that and I'll fuck you right here in this elevator, and I don't bloody care who gets in." He says in a threatning but flirtatious tone as we continue to descend to the parking garage.
As the doors slide open, I shoot him a seductive look over my shoulder "I thought you were a man of action, Mr. Mikaelson. Next time, just do it." His mouth falls open at my unexpected comment. His surprise evident on his face.
Good job Caroline!
"What is it with elevators..." he mumbles to himself , following me out.
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Entering the underground garage we approach a sleek black convertible sports car. He helps me in the passenger seat, and walks around to toss a black bag in the back, then settles into the driver's seat.
"Nice car."
"I know," He replies with a smile, causing my heart to flutter.
"I think I like this one better than your other car."
"Me too." He says, agreeing with me.
The engine purrs, and with a simple press of a button, the gate swings open as we head to our lunch spot.
With his leather jacket and sunglasses in place Klaus exudes a rebellious bad boy charm that I can't help but be drawn to. I've always had a weakness for bad boys, especially those with a hint of kinkiness and their own special red room of pain.
As he hits the gas, we zoom past the traffic effortlessly, leaving everyone else in the dust. The rush of speed fills me with exhilaration, causing me to let out a gleeful squeak that makes him crack up. In this moment he appears so young, just a man in his mid twenties instead of someone beyond his years.
Placing his hand on my knee, he squeezes my thigh and gives me a look of adoration that nearly stops my heart. Placing my hand over his, our fingers weave together, and it all becomes clear that my feelings for Klaus are intensifying beyond my wildest imagination.
After thirty minutes of driving, we arrive at a cozy cafe where we are seated at a small, intimate table in the back. The staff already knows Klaus as he's greeted by his name. He peruses the wine list and orders us each a glass.
"So...what're we having?"
"Whatever they bring us."
"Oh! So it's like a surprise?"
"Something like that." He responds warmly. "Don't worry...I've never had a bad meal here. They serve something different every day."
Our Pinot Grigio is brought out within minutes and it's delicious.
"My mother really liked you."
"She did?" I ask curiously, taking a sip of my wine.
"Oh yeah, she always thought I was a gay."
Choking on my wine he gently taps my back, trying to conceal his amusement.
"Why would she think that?" I ask, dabbing my mouth with a napkin.
"Because she's never seen me with a girl. Apparently she approves of you, whatever that means."
"Didn't any of the fifteen meet your parents?"
"No. Only you."
Wow!
"You know, this weekend has been a bunch of firsts for me too."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I've never slept with anyone, never flown anyone in my private jet or helicopter, never had sex in my bed and never introduced a woman to my mother." Nodding his head in disbelief. "I've never met anyone like you, Caroline...What are you doing to me?"
His admission and intense stare causes my pulse to soar as he takes my hand in his.
"I've really enjoyed being with you this weekend." I say, biting my lip, causing his eyes to go dark.
"So did I, love, but if you keep doing that with your lip, I'll lay you out on this table and fuck you senseless." He threatens with a slight growl.
Ignoring his threatening demeanor, I smile in response and playful run my tongue over my lip before gently squeezing his thigh.
"I just might like that."
My unexpected actions cause him to drop his jaw and widen his eyes. Just as he's about to speak, our waitress arrives with our first course - some kind of soup.
"Mmm...this is delicious!" I admit attacking my bowl as though it was my last meal.
"Yes, it is. Looks like you were hungry."
Oh yes...hungry for a lot of reasons.
"So...what's vanilla sex?" I nonchalantly ask, sipping my soup.
He laughs at me. "Just simple straightforward sex with no toys."
"Ahh...I see. No toys...got it." I reply, glancing up at Klaus who is trying to stifle a laugh, causing me to giggle.
"What?"
"That's a lovely sound." He murmurs making me blush.
"So what's wrong with vanilla sex?"
"Eh, Nothing." he replies in a low voice, looking down at his bowl and swirling the liquid around. He seems to be battling with his thoughts.
Eventually, he raises his eyes to mine and continues. "Umm...one of my mother's friends seduced me when I was seventeen."
What the fuck!
"She had very particular tastes and made me her submissive for six years."
This revelation has left me speechless. All I can do is stare at him in complete shock.
"So, you see sweetheart...I do know what it means to be a submissive. My introduction to sex was far from normal."
Shocked to the core, I quickly down my wine in a single gulp.
"So, when you were in college did you ever date?"
He shakes his head no.
"Why?" I inquire.
He smirks cynically, "Do you really want to know?"
"Yes."
"Because I didn't want to. She's all I ever needed and wanted. Plus if she ever found out she would've beaten the crap out of me." He smiles fondly at the memory.
Interrupted by our waitress, our main course is brought as our bowls are taken away.
All of a sudden my appetite is gone but I manage to raise my empty wine glass for a refill of much needed liquid courage.
"Umm, does your mother know about this?"
"God...no!"
"If she was a friend of your mother's, how old was she?" He smirks.
"Old enough to know better."
"So...what ever happened to Mrs. Robinson?" My snarky comment makes him chuckle.
"Seriously Caroline?!...And by the way her name is Aurora."
"I don't fucking care what her name is." I snap ,rolling my eyes.
He shakes his head and smiles indulgently at me.
"She's a very good friend. She taught me everything I need to know."
"No she didn't!" I bark out accepting my second glass of wine.
My sexy british billionaire is nothing more than a victim of sexual abuse , forced to submit to an older woman for years. He may be an alpha-male in his lovemaking, but he knows what it feels like to be on the other side.
God, this is so fucked up!
"Easy love , you're making a scene."
"I'm making a scene?! Are you kidding me?... Jesus Christ! You just dropped one hell of a bomb on me Klaus! How do you expect me to react to that" I lash out. "I just need a moment."
His face grows stern at my words as he continues eating "Fair enough."
How can he not see anything wrong with it. It's very wrong! However, I'm touched by his honesty, he obviously trusts me, or is it the damn NDA. He knows I can't tell anyone about this, not even Bonnie. I'm trying my best to hide my disgust, but I can't conceal being horrified at the thought of this beautiful man being the product of sexual abuse to this dominatrix. If I ever meet that bitch I'll be sure to give her a piece of my mind...maybe even my fist.
He knows what it's like to be a sub...
Is this really what I want? Can I actually do this? I'm not sure but what we've done so far, this amazing weekend has been filled with full of life and new discoveries. I've only just experienced a taste of it and I don't want it to end.
Reaching for my knife and fork I cut into my meal and bring a forkful of goodness to my mouth...it's delicious.
"So...is this what it will be like? You ordering me around?" My tone is harsh, as I focus on my plate.
"Yes." He respond softly.
"I see."
"Caroline." he says, reaching for my chin and making me look into his eyes. "The strange part to all of this is that you'll want me to."
Well, I seriously doubt that...
Returning my attention to my plate another slice is added. Bringing the fork to my mouth, I pause.
"You're asking a lot from me," I say before finally taking a bite without meeting his eye.
"Yes...but this is who I am...you knew that. This is all I want."
Are you sure about that?
"I know but it's still a huge step."
"Yes it is. Take your time and do the research. Ask me anything, no matter how trivial it may sound. I really want our arrangement to work but you have to be sure it's what you want. I'll be in Portland until Friday if you want to talk about it, call or text me anytime, maybe if you're not too busy we can have dinner on Wednesday?" He asks ,me with enthusiasm.
Smiling at him, I nod yes.
"So...tell me, what happened to the fifteen?" My question surprises him.
"Various reasons but mostly incompatibility issues."
"And you think we're compatible?"
"Yes Caroline, I know we are." He says affectionately.
"Do you still see any of them?"
"No sweetheart, I'm monogamous in my relationships."
I put my fork and knife down, finished with my meal.
He gives me a disapproving look for not clearing my plate, even though he's already finished his. I marvel at how he manages to eat so much and stay in such a good shape. Must be all that hard fucking he does.
Memories of our time together invade my mind recalling how his pajama bottoms hung low from his hips and how gentle he could be caressing and kissing me everywhere, making me feel incredible sensations I never knew existed.
Squirming with desire in my seat, I can feel my arousal growing.
"You seem distracted. What are you thinking about?"
"Let's just say it's a good thing you can't read minds." I say, blushing.
"I can only guess what you're thinking, but your body language gives you away, and I've gotten to know your body quite well since yesterday." He playfully teases , flashing a mischevious grin.
Signaling to the waitress, she brings the bill and he promptly settles it.
"Come love." He says, taking my hand and leading me back to his sports car.
It's the subtle gestures like this, holding my hand that puzzles me when thinking about what he does in his playroom.
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The drive to my apartment is quiet, both of us undoubtedly lost in our own thoughts after his confessions during our lunch.
"You've been quiet since we left the restaurant... are you okay?" He asks, breaking the silence.
"Yeah...I'm good. It's just a lot to take in." I admit, gazing out the window.
"I shouldn't have said anything."
"Then why did you?"
"I don't know. For some reason I wanted to, but seeing how it's affected you, it was a lack of judgment on my part, it was clearly a mistake. After I get you home I won't bother you anymore. Let's just forget this ever happened," he says solemnly, catching me off guard with his words as I look back at him.
"Pull over."
"Why, what's wrong?"
"Stop the damn car, Klaus."
I practically yell back as I unbuckle my seatbelt and move into his lap where I press my lips to his.
Wrapping my arms around his neck his arms surround me as he returns the kiss. When we break apart we're left breathless.
"I can't and won't forget about us and this weekend. I'm glad you trusted me with this. Knowing about your past doesn't make me feel any less for you, if anything I can appreciate you more and understand why you're like this."
"Like what?" He asks still breathless, his eyes fixed on my lips.
"A demanding arrogant kinky bastard." I blurt out. The words are out before I can stop myself. "Sorry...must be the wine."
"Yeah...well I guess I am." He admits laughing freely, showing his charming dimples.
"Only you could get away with that Miss Forbes. Being so defiant would get you twenty lashings across my knee." My jaw drops as I picture myself in that position and for some reason, it's turning me on.
Damn You , Klaus Mikaelson!
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After a long drive, he pulls up in front of my apartment building and my emotions start to overwhelm me as I realize that I will soon be saying goodbye to him. I look down at my hands in my lap, fingers intertwined, trying to hold back tears.
Suddenly, he reaches out and takes one of my hands, bringing it to his lips to gently kiss it. It's a simple and old-fashioned gesture, but it speaks volumes about how he feels. I can see that he's struggling with the impending separation, just as I am.
"Thank you for this wonderful weekend, sweetheart," he says softly. "It's been the best ever. I can't wait for Wednesday."
"Wednesday," I repeat, almost in a whisper.
"I'll pick you up after work," he confirms, and I nod in agreement.
"Do you want to come in?" I ask, hoping to spend more time together.
He smiles warmly at me. "Perhaps another time." He replies, leaning in to kiss me.
As he pulls away, our eyes lock for a moment, and I feel a sudden urge to cry but quickly turn away, not wanting him to see me like this.
"Hey...it's okay, love." He comfort me, gently stroking my cheek.
Getting out of the car he comes around to my side, extends his hand and helps me out. He leads me up to my apartment where he kisses me once more.
Exhaling heavily, I murmur against his lips,"I really should go..."
"Yeah you probably should..." he whispers huskily, playfully tracing the tip of his tongue along my upper lip.
After giving him a faint nod, I find myself unable to look away from his alluring bottom lip, which beckons to me like a siren. My self-control falters as I lean in for another kiss. We both smile as we deepen the kiss with a tilt of the head. I didn't want to come off as desperate or a horny teenager but I can't get enough of this man since yesterday.
Not sure if my bravery stemmed from how intimate our night was or all the overwhelming desire I had been feeling about him. Either way parting my lips from his lips felt like the end of the world to me.
My breath catches as Klaus wraps his fingers around my hips, drawing me in until our bodies are pressed together. I run my fingers through his short curls while he mirrors the action with his other hand. Surprising him, I playfully suck on his tongue, briefly grazing his lips before slipping my own tongue into his mouth.
Right now in his arms I am feeling surprisingly more at peace than I ever have with anyone else. Wanting to always be in his company and express all the arousing feelings he is stirring within me. It's both scary and exciting how much he affects me, but I can't deny it any longer. I just want to hold on to this feeling of happiness a little longer before things get complicated.
With pleasure coursing through me, I give him one final kiss before breaking away, my eyes dazzled and dark as I gaze up at his flushed face.
Briefly closing my eyes, I feel his hands cupping my face and rubbing my cheeks softly with his thumbs, sending me into a trance with his gentle touch that makes my knees weaken.
With my mood lifting , I give him a small smile and softly brush my thumb against his lower lip.
"Laters baby" I whisper , giving him one final peck before entering my apartment.
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Upon entering my apartment, I see Bonnie lounging on the couch watching TV.
"You're back!" She exclaims with enthusiasm, rushing over to me and grabbing my shoulders as she looks me up and down. "Where's Klaus?"
"He had to leave and take care of some stuff."
"Okay... so, spill the beans Forbes, how was it?" Bonnie can barely contain her excitement for me.
I roll my eyes at her eagerness but decide to indulge her.
"It was good."
"Really? Just good?"
"Yeah it was good, umm...REALLY GOOD!"I finally admit, feeling my cheeks flush.
"Jesus! Care , you're blushing. How many times did he make you come?" She asks me seeing my flushed face.
"Bonnie Bennett!" My eyes widens at her question , "I'm not going there."
"Oh come on, Care! After our phone call I'm dying to know... Please!" She pleads,giving me her best puppy eyes.
Resigned to the fact that Bonnie is not going to let up any time soon, I finally give in.
Damn you Bennett!
"Ugh! okay fine. Yes he did make me come. Several times actually." I admit, flushing a deep shade of red.
"Damn girl! That's why you look different." She says , raising her eyebrows at me.
"I feel different." I reply , smiling at her.
"I guess , you were right to wait and lucky to lose it to someone like Klaus. So... tell me , how do you feel about him?"
"I really like him, Bonnie." I breathe out, struggling with my emotions.
"What's wrong? You seem overwhelmed."
"I am." I admit to my friend. "I'm very conflicted about Klaus. I, uh ... I just don't see a future for us."
"Why do you think that?"
Taking a deep breath I decide to tell her more.
"Promise not to judge or tell anyone?"
"Care, I'm your best friend, you can tell me anything and I'll take it to my grave. You have my word."
Inhaling deeply , I confide in her. "Klaus is very compex and complicated. He doesn't do the typical boyfriend/girlfriend thing and he doesn't make love, instead he fucks hard." My admission shocks her.
"God, that sounds so hot." She says making us both laugh.
As I close my eyes, the memory of submitting to him this morning and experiencing an emotional breakdown floods back. I blush at the memory.
"It was." I whisper out, taking another deep breath.
"Umm...I probably shouldn't say anything but Kol told me he's never seen his brother so smitten with anyone. Apparently he doesn't date either and yet here he is with you. Care...he really likes you. Perhaps all this tough talk is just a defense mechanism."
"Kol really said that?"
"Yeah he did. Are you gonna see him again?" I nod yes.
"Wednesday...after work."
"Are you sore?" I blush at her question and nod yes.
"Me too." Bonnie says, giggling.
"You're sore?" I ask, surprised at her admission.
"Overuse." She says, sighing. "Damn these Mikaelson's!"
And we both burst out laughing.
"So...tell me about Kol, the overuser."
For the rest of the evening Bonnie and I spoke of the Mikaelson men and shared more laughs about our "active" weekends. I don't know what I would do without her in my life and I'm glad Klaus gave me the green light to speak with her. We enjoyed a quiet dinner and continued to plan our move to Seattle after our graduation next month.
I've never seen my friend fall so quickly and fall so hard as she has with Kol. They make a great couple, sharing many laughs and apparently have a very compatible sex life. I am happy for her, but also feel a twinge of envy due to the complications in my relationship with Klaus.
Speaking of the devil, Bonnie receives a call from her Mr. Right and skips off like a giddy teenager to her bedroom. Smiling at my love smitten friend I'm left alone on our couch, pondering about my own predicament.
If I agree to this arrangement, will our relationship progress, or will I simply be another notch on the belt?
Thinking back to last night and this morning, with the sensual sexuality I experienced, do I really want that to end? Hell no! My subconscious cries out as my inner goddess nods in silence, for once they're in agreement. He's opened up and given me a glimpse of his disturbing past. No wonder he's so messed up. Who could blame him, an adolescent compelled to submit, under the control of an older woman dominatrix for six years. Is this the reason he doesn't like being touched? Or, is there more? He says this Bitchy Aurora/Mrs. Robinson taught him everything he needs to know. Not quite. What about love? Is he capable of looking beyond his dick and loving another individual...or even himself?
Grabbing my purse, I turn off the lights and leisurely stroll to my bedroom. Plopping myself on my bedI retrieve the envelope from my bag, extract the contract, and begin to read.