I wrote this on a dare a few months ago, and have finally had the nerve to publish it! I will warn you, it is different from my other stories, so...
HEAVY SMUT! At least heavier than I usually write! :)
If you don't like this kind of thing, please don't read! Thank you!
Please remember to review at the end! :)
The heat from his stare made her hot with lust. She tried to deny it, but something made her want to express it out loud.
This was wrong. So wrong.
She tried to squirm in her chair, but the bindings cut into her wrists and ankles, and she couldn't move. Heat pooled between her legs, and she wished she could close them to hide the fact, but again, the bindings restrained her.
She could feel his cold eyes sparkle with mild amusement, and she wished she could turn away, but she couldn't. He had her hypnotized, and her body was forced to stay where it was.
She had heard of the darkness of the club before she entered three nights ago, but she never thought she would be subjected to this.
She shook her head, and finally lowered her eyes, shivering as he chuckled, and scooted his chair back to walk towards her.
The sounds of his boots on the floor, made her squirm, even though she could only budge a centimeter.
"Please, let me go." She whimpered, as he bent behind her ear, and she could feel his breath at the nape of her neck.
"I can't do that yet, dear one." He whispered, seductively, causing her to whimper at the sound. "You're not broken yet." He added, straightening.
"Please, I'll do anything." She cried, as he chuckled, bending over her again.
"Yes, you will." He whispered, brushing his lips over her ear, causing her to bite back a groan. "You are already sensitive, aren't you?" He asked, smiling, knowing the real reason she entered the club and why she was sensitive to his touch.
She closed her eyes, and bit her bottom lip. When she had entered the club a few nights ago, she had every intention of having a good time, despite the warnings that it was a dark place, where your desires come alive, and you succumb to them, no matter how hard you fight.
And she had fought. For three days, she had fought against them. She had resisted the urge to give in to his touches, his voice, everything about the man who owned the club.
For three days, she had learned that she was special, because the owner never broke the girl, only his staff, but this time, he refused to allow anyone to get close to her.
That made her special.
His hand moved over her right breast, and she bit her lip hard as her breast firmed in his hand. She had been stripped of her clothes by the women of the club, and strapped to the chair that day, and she wished she could hide in shame.
"You are so beautiful." He whispered, kissing her cheek.
She whimpered, and on instinct, she rolled her head to the side. "Why are you doing this?" She whispered, feeling pleasure ripple through her as he tugged on her nipple.
He smiled, and slowly pushed his hand down to her inner thighs. "Because you fascinate me, love." He whispered, softly.
She knew she should hate him, but in her mind, she couldn't resist the urge to like him for what he was making her feel. She groaned as his fingers danced over her bare inner lips, and tried to stop her hips from arching, but she couldn't.
"Fight all you want, love, but you will give in." He whispered, huskily.
She tried to shake her head, but suddenly, lips touched her inner lips, and she cried out. How could he have gotten down there? She opened her eyes, and gasped as she saw him on his knees, and his lips were opened in a sensuous way, as he sucked on her lower lips, and she cried out with pleasure.
"Oh, God!" She cried, throwing her head back.
He smiled against her skin, and moved his tongue over her lips, twirling it around her small nub, before sucking gently.
She felt her body give in, and the part she had been fighting against slowly began to overpower her senses. She wanted him.
She knew that now. She wanted to be his, and his alone. "Please…." She whispered, as he lifted his face, before she could come.
"Please what?" He asked, placing his hands on her wrists, as her eyes opened.
She panted, and held his eyes. "Please make me come." She answered, squirming in her seat, trying to reach him.
He smirked, and traced the inside of her wrists with his thumb. "The moment you come, love, you will be mine." He stated, as she whimpered, but the whimper was out of pleasure not resisting, as it had been before.
"Whatever will please you," She whispered, her voice lowering to a seductive, pleading tone. "Please…" She added, begging.
He smiled, and stood up. "Not today." He replied, turning on his heel, and walked out of the room, leaving her there, remembering the feel of his lips on her body.
She groaned as she closed her eyes. He was torturing her, and she hated it.
~X~
Day after day, he came, and brought her on the precipice of ecstasy, but every day, he left before she could attain the orgasm that she so desperately needed.
She assumed at one moment that it was just a way for him to claim her, make her his, and for a second that repulsed her, but after the second week, she loved and craved it.
He was torturing her, and she loved it.
~X~
"Well, my love, are you ready for your treatments?" He asked, as he entered the small bedroom she had been placed in that night.
She smiled as he came into the light, and nodded. "If it will please you, Niklaus, then it will please me." She answered, causing him to smile at the name he told her to call him.
He moved towards her, unbuttoning his shirt, and letting it fall to the ground as he knelt down in front of her. "What will please you, my dear Caroline?" He asked, lifting his left hand to caress her face.
She had been with him for near on four months, according to him, and she knew it was wrong, but she loved him, despite the torture she had endured. Well, it wasn't torture, per se. It was the opposite. It was pleasure.
He was teaching her pleasure during the four months, and she loved it. She loved him. Every night, after the first month, she got to know him little by little, and every little thing about him made her want him, and made her want to stay by his side forever.
She searched his blue eyes, and leaned forward, grateful that the bonds had been removed, like they had been for the past few weeks. "To be yours forever," She answered, just a hair's breathe away from his lips.
He smiled, and stroked her face with his thumb. "That would please me as well, my love." He returned with satisfaction.
She smiled, and held his eyes. "Then make me yours, Niklaus." She replied, as she leaned closer.
He grasped her face, and crushed his lips to hers, causing her shiver at the contact. For the past four months, he never once kissed her lips. He had kissed her face, breasts, stomach, everywhere, but never her lips, and it made her want to come right there. "Stand up." He ordered, as she smiled, and stood before him, as he remained on his knees before her. "Whatever you do, do not fall." He ordered, as his hands moved over her legs, and separated them.
She nodded, and lowered her face to watch him as he began to kiss her stomach, and dipped his tongue between her lips, and caused her to gasp with pleasure.
"You taste divine, love." He uttered, softly, causing her to shiver with need and love.
"I'm yours." She whispered, as his teeth moved over her nub, and caused a wave to wash over her.
"Not yet, love." He whispered, causing her to smile with love in her eyes.
If someone had asked her four months ago if she loved him, she would have shivered with disgust, but after long talks with him after she had bathed from their sessions, she found the man behind the rough exterior, and that was the man who broke her.
She had known the pleasure he could bring, but she never knew the love he held for her until their talks began.
She cried his name as she felt pleasure washed over her when his tongue entered her, and pleasured her as it always did. No other man had ever made her feel this.
He smiled against her skin, and slowly stood up, kissing her skin along the way, until he stood in front of her with his hands roaming over her breasts, pulling her nipples, causing her to cry out as her eyes held his.
"Ready, my love?" He asked, searching her eyes.
She smiled, and lifted her right hand, waiting for permission to touch his face. With a smile on his lips, she touched his face, and nodded. "Yes," She answered, simply.
He smiled and gently placed his lips on hers, and kissed her softly. "I have to warn you, it will be hard." He whispered, as she smiled, and pressed her body against his.
"I wouldn't have said yes, if I didn't trust you, Niklaus." She returned, as he smiled with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
Lifting her in his arms, he carried her to the bed, and laid her down. Taking a moment to take off his pants, he laid down beside her. "I've wanted this for four months, Caroline." He whispered, letting his hand graze her stomach, until it caressed her face. "Ever since you walked into my club, I knew you were going to be mine." He whispered, as she smiled, as her mouth opened to nibble on his thumb.
"I felt your pull from the street." She admitted, as he smiled. "I didn't want to admit it for a long time." She added, shaking her head against the pillow.
He smiled, and leaned his head over to kiss her lips. "Admit what?" He asked, as she threaded her fingers through his hair.
"That you're my mate." She answered, as he smiled with pleasure.
He moved over her, and kissed her once again. "I knew the moment I saw you." He whispered, as he positioned himself at her entrance, and felt her arms surround him.
She smiled, and arched her hips against his. "I'm yours." She whispered, as he smiled, and kissed her lips before penetrating her.
They both groaned, and Caroline felt her heart race as her dreams were finally coming true. She had found her mate. After searching for so long, she had found him.
She had entered in the club that night, trying to find the source of her yearnings, trying to find the source of what her desires were, and it had been him. Her mate. Her Niklaus.
The reason she had resisted for so long was for one simple reason: she was afraid. Afraid of the dark possession he engulfed inside her.
Afraid of the way he made her feel, and yet, it had felt so right.
As he moved within her, pushing and pulling, she felt her body sing with perfection. She smiled as her nails dug into his shoulders, and lifted her legs to wrap around his hips.
"Niklaus…" She moaned, as she arched her hips.
"Say the words, Caroline." He panted, thrusting deeper into her.
She smiled, and touched his face with her right hand. "I'm yours, forever." She panted, as she felt him delve further into, joining her soul with his.
He smiled, and captured her lips with his. "And I'm yours." He whispered, causing her to smile with joy.
"Niklaus, finish it." She whispered, arching her hips, knowing this was it.
He nodded, and felt his body contort inside her, and his soul merged with hers. She was his soulmate, and he was hers. They cried out together, and in that instant, Caroline felt a pain shoot through her body.
Klaus frowned as her face contorted with pain. "My love…" He began, as she touched his face.
"My love…" She returned, in a pained filled voice. "My soul…is…yours…" She panted, coming to fruition.
He smiled, and kissed the tear filled eyes on her face, and came with her.
A few moments later, he held her against him, and stroked her back.
She sighed, as her eyes opened, and her left hand drew circles over his chest. "Did you really know?" She asked after a moment.
He smiled, and stroked her side, softly. "The moment you entered the club." He answered, as her head lifted to catch his eyes. He smiled, and lifted his other hand to brush her blonde hair from her face. "I sensed you in that moment." He added, as she smiled.
"Four months, and we finally made it to the bed." She remarked, as he laughed shaking his head.
"You were stubborn, and refused to break, love." He returned, as she smiled.
"How could I, when fear held me." She responded, shaking her head, lowering her eyes to look at his bare chest. "Everyone knew about this club, how your darkest desires would come alive if you wanted them to, but…" She began, shaking her head.
"But?" He asked, worriedly.
"My darkest desire was that I would find my soulmate, and have him give me the most pleasurable experience of my life." She replied, softly. "I just didn't expect that I would be held a prisoner for four months while you 'broke' me." She added, moving to sit up to look down at him.
He sighed, and moved to sit up against the headboard. "I couldn't risk you leaving, Caroline." He began, shaking his head. "That was the only way, I could be sure of you staying close by." He added, as she lowered her eyes to his chest once again. "I would have wooed you, Caroline, but that's not who I am, and that's not what you expected." He responded as she remained silent. "Is it?" He asked, as she slowly shook her head.
"No, it's not." She remarked, lowly. "But I'll admit that those nights we just talk…" She began, lifting her eyes to his. "I enjoyed them." She added, as he smiled, and caressed her face.
"I enjoyed them too, Caroline." He responded, smiling. "I didn't just want to 'break' you, love; I wanted to win your love." He added, as she smiled.
"You succeeded." She returned, as his eyes searched hers.
"Did I?" He asked, lifting his brows.
She nodded, and leaned forward. "I love you with all my heart, and I'm yours until I draw my last breathe." She answered, smiling. She lifted her hand to his face, and caressed his scruffy cheek. "My Alpha male." She whispered, as he smiled, and leaned forward.
"My Alpha female." He whispered, as she smiled and captured his lips with hers.
As the night rolled on over the club, everyone breathed a sigh of contentment for inside the club walls, the owner had finally found his mate, an Alpha girl by the name of Caroline Forbes, and for the years to come, the club remained the same with only a few changes.
As Caroline discovered, the club wasn't created to fulfill dark desires. It was created for people to find their true mates, and she had found hers.
The 'breaking' that she endured, she discovered was part of the ritual for the Alphas. It was to determine if she and Klaus were the perfect match, if they could set each other's soul on fire with love and lust, and they had passed.
They were perfect for each other, and for anyone who asked or speculated…she was his.
She was his Alpha female, and he was her Alpha male. They were perfect.
Please be kind!
I had thought about making this a short series of one-shots, but I'm not sure! If you have any ideas about one-shots that would work for this category! Let me know! :)
Thanks for reading! This was an adventure to write!
Until Next Time...