The Taming

PART 2: BOUND

 

As he had promised, Klaus rewarded her newfound 'good will' as he called it, by relocating her to his bedroom.

Bonnie had a feeling it was not going to be such an reward, but a rather a new kind of punishment and she was proved right as soon she went past the threshold and saw the shackles to both ends of the kindsized bed.

She felt his fingers peeling the soft, silk dressing he had enveloped her before, away from her body and she closed her eyes as the beautiful powder blue garment fell to the floor. She shivered as cold air caressed her skin once more, followed along as Klaus' hand on the small of her back drove her to the bed.

He looked satisfied, his blue eyes lighting up with a savage, sinister kind of joy as he pushed her down on the mattress, grasped her wrists in his hand and brought them above her hear. He combed her hair gently after he had shackled her to the headboard, spreading out her dark tresses on the pillow like he was enjoying the act of designing an alo around her head.

He stroked her cheek and kissed her forehead, her hairline, her jaw and neck- feather-like little kisses that had her trembling, because nobody had touched her this gently in forever, and she knew he knew.

It was all a game, always, but she couldn't stop the way her body and heart responded.

His lips trailed down her throat to her breasts, and his tongue licked the bony line of her sternum before following the underside of her boobs. She sighed as his mouth suckled on her right nipple,  slowly and sweetly... later he switched to her right nipple and his palms cupped her ass, squeezing once playfully before spreading her legs. His head bobbed up and down her stomach - his fangs nipped at her flesh but still, so gently.

He was never tender with her and it filled her with a sense of foreboding.

Finally, he rose off her and grasped her left ankle, smirking as he picked a rope off the floor. 

She didn't move as he stretched her legs taut and tied each of her ankles to the opposite end of the bed, even if the rough texture of the rope felt uncomfortable against her skin. Complaining would get her nowhere.

Klaus admired handywork with a chuckle, sitting over the angle of the mattress and his face was again harsh and unforgiving - a sharp contrast to barely a moment ago, when his features were almost soft, almost caring.

He ran the back of his hand over her hip, her tummy and breast... "You are so pretty and soft and curvy, all over. I might just eat you up." the hybrid murmured, and that was exactly what he eventually did. He fingered her picking a suave, deceptively sweet pace and when she was dripping he pulled away from her abruptly.

"I tasted harlots with more selfcontrol, back in the day." he chortled licking her stickiness off his fingers, and then he slapped her cunt harshly. Once, twice, thrice... later there was his bite closing her thights, her sides, her nipples and arms. It hurt, but the biting was  superficial,  a burning cut he loved to suckle on until the sting was sootthed before his fangs ripped into her again.

At a point, she got so angry that she lashed out, trying to mingrain him harder than she could, even if it was a given that she could do no true damage to him.

He slapped her, so hard than her head turned under the force of his blow and her tongue bled in her mouth because she bit herself.

"Do that again -he growled intio her face, hostile once more- and i am going to have to take away your power again. I am going to bring you back to the pillory and have each single member of my hybrid army to screw you so hard you won't remember your name."

She knew from the crazy fury in his eyes that he would have done it, and she shivered at the image his words evoked.  She could not imagine anything worse. She could not stop trembling.

"We understand each other, Bonnie?"

"Y-yes."

"Yes what?"

She bit on her lip, not sure of what he wanted from her "I'm sorry Klaus. So sorry."

He forced his lips on hers. "I am sure you are." he growled before forcing his tongue inside the cavern of her mouth. Bonnie whimpered - his erection was pressing against her hip and he rubbed it on her skin while he kissed her insistently, barely leaving her any space to breathe. 

"I am not going to ever do it again-" she breathed out as his hand cupped her sex, his thumb trailing down her middle and  flicking at her clit.

"You won't" he snarled "So fucking wet for me. You like being my snack and being spread wide for my cock and anyone else I choose to give you to, are you not? You make such a good little whore. Maybe I should let you have it, good and proper."

And with that, he was deep inside her, hammering in and out, ripping her apart, crossing the line between pain and pleasure so often than it became blurred, meaningless.

"Scream for me, witch..."

She did.

All night long.