𝐀𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚 // 𝐓𝐕𝐃 [ON HOLD]

𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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[nothing if not in mothers spirit]

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2x17

Content warning: smut, mentions of child abuse

As in control of her life she liked to make herself seem, Katherine wasn't the same when sharing a bed with others, when we first met it was very clear how quickly Katherine shrunk under my gaze and my touch.

Seeing her lying there, under me, with no power just reminded me of all the times I had previously had her under me. I vaguely heard Damon leave over the light moans Katherine let out after each kiss to her lips, neck and chest I gave her.

We had both removed our tops relatively quickly, I used hers to tie her hands to the bed post and compelled her not to move them until I told her to - something we both found out we enjoyed; the use of compulsion. I left pepper kisses from her jawline to her neck before licking her sweet spot, inciting a delicious whimper from Katherine before I quickly bit down in the same spot.

I licked her blood from both her now healing neck and my lips as she looked up at me with heavy breath.

The moan of pain and pleasure that Katherine let out persuaded me to quickly make work down the rest of her body - repeating the same process on her arms, chest, stomach and eventually her thighs after I removed her jeans - something I made slow work off.

I was always one for taking control, ordering others around and pushing them to their limits - I knew Katherines limits as she knew mine.

"Antonia-" I cut her off by wrapping my hand around her throat, before I kissed her again, making her whimper was a favourite hobbie of mine. I lossened my hand and lightly brushed her now healing but still bruised neck before trailing my fingers down her body, "what a pretty whore you are when you're underneath me." I whispered as if I were playing with my pray, I barely touched her breast as I trailed my finger over the soft skin but the slightest touch paired with the pure sensitivity she felt had Katherine arching up into my touch, begging to be toyed with.

I let my fingers trail down to her stomach and press her back down into my bed as I lent forward to kiss the space under her cleavage, "what a slut, arching for my attention, you haven't changed." I slowly but surely made my way up her body, finally giving attention to her breasts, equally focusing on each nipple as my fingers grazed and trailed down to her hips, playing with the band of her underwear.

I sat up to hover over her face - which was screwed up in anticipation and looking away from me, one of my fingers traced her jaw line before I harshly grabbed her chin, making her look at me.