CH 8 - Count Your Blessings - 4

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Although he could still sense her lust coursing through her body he was content to see that he had reached the first level of his intended punishment. Regardless of how much pleasure she was receiving, regardless of much she wanted it, she was beginning to feel overpowered, even asked him to stop. The powerful desire that caused her body to tingle was warring with her feelings of overindulgence. Even the lightest touch on her clit caused her body to writhe in pain filled pleasure, or was it pleasure filled pain?

‘Tiring already, Kitten?’ he murmured huskily with a voice deep enough to move mountains. ‘I’m sure you can do better than this. After all, I haven’t even cum yet. Don’t you want to satisfy me?’ He wasn't playing fair, and he knew it. Hell, he was an original, playing fair wasn't in his vocabulary. Still, fair or not it worked. At his words he could feel her take a deep breath and gather her wits about her before burying his face in his chest, desperately grabbing hold of his masculine presence to keep him, as well as her own senses, with her.

‘Yes…’ she whispered.

‘Yes what, Kitten? I can’t read your mind, you know.’ He prodded her. Having her voice her desires was such an important part of what he was doing that he couldn't allow his base desires to squander this opportunity. Still, while he waited for her answer he allowed his instincts to get lost in his desire, breathing deeply through both mouth and nose as he inhaled her intoxicating scent as far into his lungs as possible.

Lifting his head from the nape of her neck he reached down the sides of the bed to grasp the unusually large leather cuffs that were fastened halfway down the frame with supple titanium chains, graceful looking but incredibly strong. He had expected to need them today and truly could not claim to be disappointed to be proven right.

He slowly opened one of the wide, supple leather cuffs and carefully wrapped it around her thigh, fastening it with gentle but firm hands halfway between her knee and her hip. She was hardly aware of his actions as she leaned back against the fluffy pillows, still trying to find the words to answer his previous question.

‘Yes, I do want to please you.’ She finally managed to state, too wrapped up in her inner turmoil to notice anything beyond his gentle caress of her flesh, certainly she did not notice the second supple leather cuff wrapping, then closing and tightening, around her other thigh.

She did notice his hesitant pause before responding though, leading to a sense of gratification and relief when he finally responded to her statement. ‘I’m glad, Kitten. Now lean back and enjoy the ride.’

His statement confused her for a fraction of a second, until he reached out to grab the ends of the chains she was still unaware of being fastened to wide leather cuffs around her thighs. This ignorance was immediately rectified as he pulled on the chains, causing their fastenings to lock into place at the point where he released his grip, in turn leaving her thighs spread open as far as they’d go and her moist, glistening sex laid bare to his gaze. The position this strain on her legs left her in parted her wide enough to leave her silky folds spread open before his eyes, her tight opening still leaking the milky white fluid her recent orgasm had produced.

Unable to stop himself he leaned forward towards her center and extended his tongue, carefully laving her from top to bottom and relishing in the sweet taste of her cum. She truly tasted out of this world. Better than blood. Well, almost better than blood. Perhaps it was equally good, just different.

Again the need to claim her almost overcame him and again only his near millennium of experience allowed him to control the impulse. He was no stranger to keeping it real, trying to fool yourself is the worst kind of deception and brings no positive results worth mentioning. Therefore he had begun the journey toward becoming fully aware and not struggling with the fact that she touched him, touched the emotions he had thought long dead. Instead of denying the feeling he embraced it, the very acceptance allowing him to prevent it from influencing his goals and choices. Simply put, embracing the unwelcome but very real feelings put him firmly back in control.

Slowly but surely she was becoming his. However, she was not exclusively his. He was well aware that her acceptance and submission were both tuned into his brothers needs and wants before his own. He did not doubt that he touched her heart in a way that Elijah neither did nor wanted to, but facts remained that she belonged to his brother. Finders keepers and all that. He sighed.

Had this not been the case perhaps he would have allowed his emotions a looser rein, at least he likes to tell himself that. The past few days he has disturbingly enough found himself daydreaming about talking to her, discussing with her and – at her request – turning her to be his forever. He had no qualms in regards to the notion of snapping her neck, had she been his through and through he would most likely already have done it.

But she was not his. She is not his. She is with Elijah. She belongs to Elijah. Although his brother has given him ample hints that she may be given to him in the end, the fact remains that she is not his at this very moment. This fact alone keeps him from releasing the pent up emotions that simmer just under the surface and seem to be brought to boiling point by her presence.

Instead, to make things easier, he concentrates on his pure possession of her, on his expectations, requirements and needs. Using this anchor to bring his questionable soul back to the here and now he is reminded of the fact that he is in fact only mid-punishment, pleasant as that punishment may be. The last number to pass her quivering lips was only ‘three’. Human or not he is certain that they are not even halfway to the end yet. Surging through this resistance he knows she will catch her second wind and he will stick to his plan. There will be a spoken ‘four’ before he allows his need to have enough power to claim her.

After ‘four’ though, is a different matter entirely. He will bury himself in her and have her tight pussy milk every drop from him, over and over again. He is a vampire after all, an original. This will not be punishment; it will not even be difficult for him. Pushing his thoughts of the future to the back of his mind he contemplates how to get to that magic ‘four’ spot. She is still madly aroused but she is also overly sensitive, even the most gentle attention to her clit causes more pain than pleasure. He promised her and, more importantly, himself to never copy an orgasm-inducing action. So… what to do, what to do?

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Suddenly he replays her reaction to his curling fingers before his mind’s eye and he knows exactly what is needed. With a final soft breath over her core he gets up and leaves her for a moment. He is happy to see that her eyes immediately open wide and start searching for him, her head whipping from side to side to get him in her sights. ‘I’m over here, Kitten. I’ll be right back with you my pet, don’t worry.’ He chuckles under his breath as the sound of his voice immediately draws her full attention, despite him being over by the dresser where she cannot see him from her current position. Although her upper body remains unbound the thigh-cuffs he fitted and tightened around her beautiful legs effectively prevent her from flipping over to see what is behind her. She stretches her neck as far as it will go; and yet human anatomy prevents her from filling her vision with the desired sight. With a mental pat on his own back he returns to the mission at hand.

It’s been a while since he used the tools in Elijah’s room, plus his brother has replaced and expanded large parts of his collection, so it takes him a moment to find the drawer he is looking for. Faced with multiple choices he plays with the idea of using one of the more advanced and strangely shaped tools, but in the end he decides that this case requires him to prioritize function over design. Once the decision is made he pulls a fairly oddly shaped, lilac metallic rod out of the drawer and stuffs it in his back pocket. The rod is tapered and about 10 inches long, quite thin aside from the engorged knob on the end which protrudes at an unusual angle.

Returning to her side he again cannot help but marvel at the erotic picture before him, his Kitten is lying in the center of the bed with her hands freed but nowhere to put them, so by their own accord they stay just above her head. Her body is completely naked and, since his shaving exercise previous in during the day, completely bare.

That very bareness is spread out before him, courtesy of the two sturdy yet soft metal-clad cuffs that surround her mid thighs, the chains attached and tightened against the side of the bed assuring full disclosure of her center. That center is currently dripping, leaking excitement and natural lubricant all along her core and he is dying to...

Actually, he is dying to continue his plan. Reaching behind him to make sure the rod is still safely tucked away in his pocket he moves around her until he is comfortably back in her line of vision. Kneeling between her knees he allows another breath of air to pass over her clit, getting the expected reaction of pain-filled lust while she tries to move her bound hips away from his mouth, the mouth that brings pleasure now beyond what she can handle.

‘Don’t worry Kitten.’ he states in a purring voice, happily noticing the shiver of delight passing through her body. ‘I promised you the pain in the pleasure and that is what I am bringing you. Just not quite yet.’ He grinned at her just as she opened her eyes, making sure that his huge smile did not convey only happiness but rather bordered on the truly wicked. ‘Now, as I said before, relax and enjoy the ride.’ With those words he checked that the chains still held her thighs as firmly as before and then started kissing the sensitive skin on her inside thigh while carefully removing his instrument of erotic torture from his back pocket. Her arousal was as strong, even stronger, as before and he felt certain she had quite a few explosions left in her, just waiting to be coaxed out. He would just have to change strategy between each one, and he was.

Moving his torso up along her body he was gratified to hear her whimper and moan at the sensation of his slightly cooler skin gliding against hers. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass and he took special care to rub against them on his way up, at the same time kissing every inch of skin within reach of his mouth. When the engorged head of his special toy touched her nether lips her whole body jumped in surprise. He did not complain as it brought her in much closer contact to him, and her ensuing but fruitless tries to remove her core from his attentions amused him. ‘I said, don’t worry Kitten. You will like this.’ He tried to alleviate her worries but could feel that she was still tense. No matter, she would know what he was talking about soon enough.

With uncharacteristic gentleness he brought the head of the toy to the center of her core, still weeping with desire despite her attempts to get away. Gently rubbing it up and down her slit for a moment to catch enough of her juices to sufficiently lubricate it, he swiftly returned to her opening.

At the moment his hand started applying pressure and the enlarged tip of this special toy began its journey inside of her sweet pussy, he raised his upper body above her and stared into her eyes for a moment before claiming her lips. Although their last passionate kiss was only minutes ago, it felt like years since he had tasted her perfection. His skilled tongue completely possessed her mouth and had her moaning in wanton desire. Taking advantage of the situation he applied pressure with the hand holding the toy, easily and without resistance pushing the tip past her entrance. The remainder of the toy was rather thin, so once the tip was inside the pressure she had been afraid of completely vanished. Again she gave herself over completely into his kiss.

While they both floated on the waves of desire, caught up in the intimacy of the kiss and the situation, he still had the presence of mind to push the button at the bottom end of the toy, causing its head to move slightly from side to side while emitting slow but profound vibrations. She gasped at this, but he did not give her a second to catch her breath. He was a man on a mission. He already knew where it was, her magical spot. He had found it with his fingers, he had worshipped it with his cock. The G-spot is elusive until you find it, but once you know where it is… There are toys made especially for facilitating a pure G-spot orgasm, such as the one he currently had inserted into her sweet, delicious pussy. With this thought in mind he went to work.

Locking his lips on hers in a deep sensual kiss that made even his own insides contract, he angled the G-vibrator in his hand just enough to make the slowly vibrating head make contact with its intended target. Kittens sudden gasp for air, her eyes flying open to reveal her dilated pupils, her arched back and her constant repeating of his name alongside with gods (That’s right baby, to you I am god!) let him know he hit the spot. He stilled the hand holding his purple instrument of pleasure in place and used his other hand to push down on her lower abdomen, the increased pressure causing her shivers to multiply tenfold.

‘Kol! Oh my god. Oh my GOOOOOD! KOOOOOOL!’

With a savage scream and a clenching of her jaw that would have taken his tongue off, had he not been a vampire, his hard work paid off and he sent her into the highest and most intense orbit yet, this time completely without touching her clit. Watching her come completely undone below him he could not help but feel a sense of pride. Look at this gorgeous woman. Look at the state she is in. See that I am the sole reason for that.

He slowed his movement until he was perfectly still, until her eyes flicked open with a question of why embedded deep inside. Then she caught his gaze, his contentment and his slight, slight question, emphasized by a microscopic lift of one of his eyebrows as he continued to drown in her gaze. His pride in her knew no bounds when she quickly caught on. She took a deep, ragged breath and let it out in what can only be described as a husky whisper. He heard her though, and he approved. ‘Four.’ She breathed into his ear.

‘Master, Kol, Lover. Motherfucking four, ok?’

His pride knew no bounds, this girl was made for him and MAN did it feel good!

Yeah, that felt good. Real good. And then a thought arrived that felt even better to him. He had promised himself to not indulge until they were half way. He was aiming for eight, so four certainly constituted half-way, right? His cock actually twitched at this though, it twitched right up to slightly slap at her flat stomach without him moving his hips. Oh thank god, it is time….

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A/N I had a quick chat with Elijah and Kol (who both love your feedback, by the way!) and they promised me to offer their services as ‘instructors’ to everyone that reviews. Elijah even hinted at the possibility of using ‘the room’. So hey, what are you waiting for?

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Disclaimer: I do not own Elijah and Kol, I just like to play with them. I *do* own Little One/Kitten and the storyline in this fic.