Be a Good Girl, Caroline
Klaus Mikaelson cocked his head to the side as he watched Caroline Forbes' mouth open and close. "Looking for this?" he taunted, his dimples emerging. She grabbed at the dress and he held it out of her reach, laughing. "Don't go getting all modest now, love," he teased as her breasts rubbed against his bare chest while she tried in vain to reach her dress. "It's a bit late for that," he laughed, lifting the blue fabric higher.
Caroline smacked at his chest. "Give it back, Mikaelson!" she huffed, still reaching. "I'm…" she stretched her arm as high as it would go. "I'm…" she shrieked as he pulled it away after she finally had a finger on fabric.
"Not a brunette having a permanently bad hair day," he laughed. "Nor do you have brown eyes," he observed as he teased her. "And those are definitely not as flat as you'd led me to believe," he continued, staring down appreciatively at her breasts as they bounced around while she tried to recover her dress.
Caroline lifted her fists to hit his chest, but he was quicker and grabbed both of them in his spare hand. Klaus could barely contain his laughter. His little VP was in quite the predicament. He'd always had a soft spot for her, but soft wasn't what he was experiencing at the moment. His erection bulged from inside his blue jeans, twitching as Caroline kept brushing up against it. It was a miracle he'd kept it together through her show. "Now now, Caroline. You'd better stop this behavior, or I might have to punish you," he managed to get out between chuckles as her faced burned.
The blonde jumped up, but just wasn't tall enough and slid down Klaus' chest, her nipples scraping his. Caroline was started to get overwhelmed now that the adrenaline was leaving her system. She gave up and buried her face in her hands, turning around, mortified. This was it. Her career was over. She may as well stay here in St. Martin and open up one of Kat's shops since the Bar was going to yank her license the minute she was back on U.S. soil. Her chest started heaving as she began to hyperventilate, fighting the tears that threatened to spill. She peeked up over her hands to find the exit and looked for the easiest way out.
Frowning, Klaus put a comforting hand on her shoulder, whispering in her ear. "Hey, shhhh. Shhhh, sweetheart, it's ok, calm down," he cooed, pulling her into him, her bare back against his slick chest. He wrapped his arms around her, running his hands soothingly up and down her biceps. He leaned down and hooked his chin over her shoulder as he pulled her tighter, still whispering, "Shhh, it's ok, sweetheart, shhh," in her ear over and over as her heart rate slowed, letting him take care of her.
Finally, Caroline turned around to face him, his hands holding her hips as he looked down at her face. When she saw his concerned expression without a hint of anger or judgment, she slowly lowered her hands, pulling one away to cross over her chest while the other stayed over her puffy lips. He wrapped one arm around her and pulled her into him, lifting his hand to wipe away a tear with his thumb. She closed her eyes as he tucked a curl behind her ear, cupping the side of her face in his large hand.
"Are you alright, Caroline?" he asked softly. She shook her head from side to side to indicate that she was nowhere near ok. He ran his thumb over her cheek gently, his blue eyes soft under the flashing lights. He ran his other hand up and down her back as he held her, waiting for her to speak. Finally, she mumbled something from behind her hand, but he couldn't make it out. He tilted his head and looked at her quizzically. "What was that? I couldn't understand you, what with the hand and all," he said gently.
Gulping, Caroline lowered her hand to her neck, holding her throat like a scream might escape if she moved it any lower. "Are you going to tell the Bar?" she gasped out, terrified.
Klaus looked at her aghast, his eyes widening. "The Bar? What the hell would I call them for?"
"Because I'm a slut on a secret sex vacation!" she spit out quickly, covering her mouth again.
Klaus huffed, smiling at her with his dimples again. He wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her head against his chest. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, resting his cheek on her hair. "You are not a slut, Caroline," he soothed, rubbing his hands up and down her back, trying very hard not to grind into her as his erection throbbed painfully in his jeans. "You're a beautiful, intelligent, successful woman on vacation having fun thousands of miles from board rooms and judgments."
Caroline pulled back and looked up at him, searching his eyes for any signs of deception. Seeing none, she lowered her hands and wrapped them around his waist, breathing out a sigh of relief. Not knowing what she could possibly say, she just looked at him and shrugged. "Here," he said, pulling back and raising her arms to slide her dress back down over her naked body. She tugged it down over her belly and adjusted it as Klaus tied the knot behind her neck. She adjusted her dress and smoothed it down as he asked, "Is that better, love?"
Caroline nodded her head, sitting on the barstool he offered her, also taking one for himself. "Yeah, thanks. I think I'm ok now. I'm sorry, I just-"
"Panicked that I might sink your career for being a secret slut on a sex vacation?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as she sipped her Red Bull.
"Excuse me, but I believe I said I was a slut on a secret sex vacation," she laughed. "I think the secret is out about the slut part," she said darkly, taking another sip, eyes focused on her cup.
Klaus took a glass of water from the bartender, nodding at him in thanks. The bartender looked at him and then the blonde and smirked before walking away. Klaus narrowed his eyes at the man's back but didn't say anything. Turning back to his most beautiful VP, he lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles, locking her blue gaze with his. "Let's get one thing straight," he said firmly, setting down his drink. Caroline sat up straight when she heard his 'Mr. Mikaelson Voice.' "You will never refer to yourself as a slut in a derogatory manner again, is that clear?" he asked, holding her hand in his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles gently.
Caroline nodded her head up and down quickly. "Yes, Sir, very clear." Klaus' eyes flashed at the word she used to address him, and he felt his cock twitch again. His reaction wasn't lost on her shrewd eyes. She wasn't in the Harvard Law Review for nothing. She looked him up and down as though noticing his bare chest and low-slung jeans for the first time. Now it was her eyebrow that raised as she pulled her hand away and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm gonna go out on a limb and say I'm the only one with a secret, SIR," she said as she fluttered her eyelashes at him.
His eyes darkened with lust as he smirked, sipping his water. Setting it down, he said lightly, "I was wondering how long it would take you to notice that I am also half naked in a dance club on Kinky Kat Night." He smiled when her face broke out in a wide grin as she finally started to relax. Leaning back against the bar, he continued. "Actually, it isn't THAT much of a secret. I'm surprised you never picked up on it given that you're in the lifestyle, too."
Caroline waved her hand dismissively. "I wouldn't really say I'm 'in the lifestyle'," she said, making finger quotes. "Kat is, obviously," she said, rolling her eyes and gesturing her head towards the back of the club. "I'm more like a visitor. I've only ever fooled around with Kat and maybe one or two of her friends." Klaus raised his eyebrow at her, and she smiled again. "Ok, ok, maybe more than one or two, fine, whatever." Klaus laughed, nodding his head appreciatively. "There have been toys involved, definitely, but not much more than that. I haven't ever really 'subbed' for anybody," she said, making more finger quotes.
Klaus asked her, "Would you like to?" and she nearly choked on her Red Bull.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as her eyes widened, and her mouth opened of its own accord. Klaus waited patiently for her to answer him. "Ummm… what?" she asked, sure she had misheard the owner of her law firm.
Klaus stood and moved right in front of her so closely that she had to look up to meet his eyes, giving him a perfect view of her breasts. He slowly looked her up and down several times as he crowded her, caging her in between his arms as he lay his hands flat on the bar. She sat up straight again, instinctively respecting his role. He leaned down and spoke softly, but with clear authority. "I asked if you'd like to sub for me, Caroline." At her flabbergasted expression, he added, "You'd do well to answer me, love," his words tinged with a hint of danger that sent a jolt through her body, settling as a warmth in her lower belly.
Caroline couldn't believe it. Had Klaus Mikaelson just asked her to sub for him? Was she dreaming? Did Kat set this up? Oh, she was going to KILL her best friend… or thank her, ok, whatever. "Umm… y-y-yeah, ok," she stuttered.
"Excuse me?" he asked firmly, though not unkindly.
Gasping, she threw her hand over her mouth for a moment before speaking. "Oh! Sorry, right, roles. Ok." She let out a sharp breath of air to collect herself. "What I meant to say was Yes, Sir. I would like that very much, please."
Klaus' dimples came back out as he straightened his back, releasing her when he pulled his hands off the bar and rubbed them together in front of him excitedly. "Excellent. Good girl," he praised, smiling down at her as she preened at the epithet.
She stood up, tugging her dress down as she did, not that it mattered. He'd seen it all anyway. "Ok, I just have to tell Kat, so she knows I won't be going back to the hotel with her." Before she could leave, Klaus grabbed her arm gently. She looked at him, wondering what was wrong. Had she done something? "Everything ok?" she asked skeptically.
Klaus sat back down on his stool and gestured for her to do the same, amused at her inexperience. He smirked at her puzzled expression as she sat down. "Well, for one, you will get up when you are instructed to do so and not before, got it?" Caroline nodded her understanding. "Second, before I take you back to my place, we should have a little chat. Negotiate."
Realization dawning, Caroline nodded. "Oh, right. Is this the part where I, like, tell you how much pain I can handle and if I want to be tied up and stuff?"
Klaus laughed and Caroline just stared at him, not getting the joke. Collecting himself, he spoke. "Sorry, love. I guess I'm just surprised. By your performance up there, I thought you might be a little more, ah," he paused, not wanting to offend her. "Hmm, right. Well, never mind that. Anyway, what you're talking about is BDSM. That's not the same as D/s. However, we can include that, if you're open to it," he smirked, rubbing a small circle over one of the fading welts on her thigh, her sharp intake of breath satisfying him.
Caroline sipped her Red Bull. "What's the difference?"
Klaus smiled again. She was adorable. "Domination and submission is a power dynamic and BDSM is an activity that may or may not involve power play. Similarly, most aspects of D/s do not involve BDSM. Many Doms and subs aren't into it at all. Does that make sense?" Caroline thought about it for a moment before nodding. "Good. Then let's have that chat. Kol," he called to the bartender.
Walking over to them, he smirked. "Find a new toy, Nik?"
Klaus swatted at him. "Just get us each a cup of tea, you twit." Kol held up his hands as he laughed, walking away. At Caroline's raised brow, he answered her unspoken questions. "The tea is to sober us up a bit. You can't play drunk unless you want to hurt somebody. Remember that because safety is important." Kol walked back over with two steaming mugs Caroline suspected didn't get a lot of use. "As for this idiot," he said, thumb pointed towards the bartender. "This is my little brother, Kol."
Kol smiled and held out his hand to shake Caroline's over the bar. "The handsome brother, darling. Charmed, I'm sure."
Klaus rolled his eyes. "He's the manager. He's been Marcel's sub for years." At Caroline's surprised expression, he let out a chuckle. "Like I said, my extracurricular activities aren't much of a secret, at least not within my inner circle. And before you ask," he said as he saw her about to open her mouth, "No, neither of them is gay. Not all D/s involves sex, either. Common misconception," he added, sipping his tea.
Caroline sipped at her mug, too. "I guess you learn something new every day," she nodded. "So, you and I aren't going to…" she trailed off, pointing between the two of them, disappointed.
"Oh, no, darling, he's going to tie you up and fuck you silly, don't worry. Ouch!" he yelled as Klaus smacked the back of his head. He stepped back from his brother. "Well, you are, aren't you?" he laughed, dodging Klaus' arm just in time. "Better be careful or Marcel will be quite cross with you." He turned to Caroline. "Since I'm Marcel's property, no one can touch me without his approval. Protocol." Caroline just nodded, more focused on the promises of what was to come. "Klaus' major fetish is ropes, but you'll find that out for yourself, I'm sure," he winked, walking away, Klaus' glare burning a hole in his back.
"Ignore him. He's a twit. Been in the sun too much in recent years," he snarked. "Now, on to negotiations…" The two sat there for half an hour going over soft limits, hard limits, safe words, things to try, etc. Caroline was impressed with how much Klaus seemed to know about everything she had only fantasized about. Apparently, he had been in the scene since getting his undergrad at Princeton. Her excitement began to build the longer they talked.
"Ohmigod, are you negotiating over here, sis?" Kat chimed in, still naked but now sporting her own little red welts. At Klaus' expression, she shrugged. "I'm a Switch. Whatever works, right?"
Klaus nodded, extending his hand. "Absolutely. Whatever makes you happy, I say."
Taking his hand and shaking it, Kat pulled up a stool. "So," she said as she crowded them, throwing an arm over Caroline's shoulder protectively. "Who the hell are you and why should I let you touch my favorite sister?" she asked, eyeing him up and down.
Snapping his fingers for Kol to bring Kat a glass of water, he answered, "My name is Klaus. I'm a friend of Caroline's from back home."
Kat's jaw dropped and her eyes popped. "Klaus?! As in Klaus MIKAELSON?"
Klaus nodded. "The one and only, sweetheart. Heard of me?" he laughed, wondering what Caroline had said about him, hoping it was something sexual.
Kat laughed so hard she choked on her water and Caroline had to thump her on the back. "Sorry, sorry, sorry. Caroline, you're negotiating with Sexy McHot Boss? Seriously?!" Caroline flushed bright red, jumping to get up and throttle her best friend but she stopped when Klaus put a hand on her thigh and gave her a warning look. The exchange didn't escape Kat's notice and she laughed again. "Ohmigod, this is too good. She wants to fuck you, you know," she tossed in casually, as though discussing the weather. "She told me."
Klaus smirked, cocking his head to the side. "Really? And what did she say, exactly, if I might ask?"
Caroline shot Kat a death glare. "Kat, don't you dare," she began, but was cut off by both of them speaking at once.
"Speak when you're spoken to," they said simultaneously. Caroline immediately clamped her mouth shut, glaring at her best friend.
Klaus turned to Kat as she stared him down, daring him to challenge her. When he didn't, she continued, to Caroline's horror. "She wants you to Dom her by tying her up and fucking her in the ass while you spank her." Unable to speak, the blonde buried her head in her hands and shook her head back and forth in defeat, vowing to kill her best friend at the earliest opportunity.
Klaus' face broke out into a huge grin, his dimples ready to fly off his face. "Excellent. That is good to know. That's a very helpful friend you have there, Caroline." He sipped his water. "Or should I call her your sister, Elena?" Caroline glared at her for calling her by Kat's twin's name and Klaus laughed, realizing there was a story there. "This night just keeps getting better and better," he said, standing and rubbing his hands together mischievously. "Kat, it was a pleasure meeting you. Very enlightening," he smirked, kissing her hand. "I promise to take very good care of your 'sister,'" he winked. "As long as she behaves herself."
"Oh, she had better!" Kat laughed, wrapping her arms around Caroline and kissing her head goodbye. "And you let me know if she doesn't," she added to Klaus with a wink, walking off to dance, still naked and still not caring.
Klaus turned to call for his brother by snapping his fingers. "Kol! Keys!" Kol walked over and handed him a set of keys from his back pocket, smirking. "Stay with Marcel tonight, little brother." Kol's smirk turned into a full smile as he wiggled his eyebrows at his brother, who rolled his eyes. He held his hand out to Caroline. "You may get up now, sweetheart. Come along," he commanded. When she got up, he put his hand on her lower back and steered her outside. He opened the door to a white BMW convertible that Caroline suspected he helped himself to when he took his brother's keys.
Once they were on the road, he put a reassuring hand on her thigh, squeezing slightly and offering her a dimpled smile. "I will, you know," he said gently. At her puzzled expression he added, "Take good care of you. I promise."
"Good," she replied before adding, "Thank you, Sir."
He smirked as he pulled up in front of a small house with white shutters and happy light-yellow paint. "You're a fast learner," he said, smiling. He walked over to open her door, offering her a hand. "Do you remember the safe words we talked about?"
Caroline nodded her head, ever the overachieving student. "Yes. Green if you check in and I'm good, yellow if I need to slow down and red to end the scene."
Klaus opened the door with Kol's key and nodded. "Those are the standards," he answered, holding the door open as she entered. "When you go to a dungeon, DMs, dungeon monitors, can't be expected to remember eighteen different safe words, so green, yellow and red are universal. And please don't hesitate to use yellow if you need to, love. I'd much rather make an adjustment than have you end up calling it," he added as he closed the door, locking it behind them.
Once they were inside, he wound his hand firmly into her curls and pulled her to him and kissed her deeply, holding her head still as he wrapped his arm around her. Remembering what they talked about, she let her body relax into his and let him take control, not moving except to kiss him back. He pulled her head back and tilted it up so he could look into her blue eyes. "Good girl," he said approvingly. He removed his fingers from her hair and stepped back, slowly moving his eyes up her body, considering his options, one hand under his chin, his elbow resting on the arm folded over his chest. "Take off your dress but leave the shoes on and kneel with your head down and your back straight," he commanded. Caroline quickly lifted her hands to the knot at the back of her neck before Klaus interjected, "Do it slowly."
Caroline looked up at him from underneath her lashes. "Yes Sir," she whispered huskily, already soaked and aroused beyond anything she had ever felt. She was stripping for Klaus Mikaelson! She slowly untied the knot and let the dress fall to reveal her nipples. Klaus stepped forward and rubbed his thumb over first one nipple and then the other, humming his approval as she remained still. He stepped back and nodded at her to continue. She slowly slid the dress down and stepped out of it before kneeling at his bare feet.
Klaus reached down and rubbed her temple gently. "Good girl." Caroline smiled at his praise. She didn't think she would ever get tired of hearing that. Klaus knew that, of course, since subs live for praise from the Doms they love. He smiled fondly down at his new toy, as Kol aptly put it. "Wait here and don't move until I give you permission to do so. Nod if you understand me." She nodded, wringing her hands together in anticipation. "Don't do that. Put your hands flat on your thighs." She did. He used his foot to nudge her thighs a bit wider apart. "Perfect. Stay there," he commanded, walking off.
Caroline felt the energy thrumming in her veins as she eagerly waited for him, sitting still as stone. She could hear furniture moving around in what must have been a bedroom. A huge smile spread across her face thinking about what she was doing. She bit her lower lip to keep him from seeing her grin like an idiot as she heard his footsteps approach. "Head up. Blow into this," he ordered, holding a black rectangular device with a clear plastic tube in front of her. She raised an eyebrow at him since she knew she wasn't supposed to speak without permission.
"It's a breathalyzer. I already checked myself, but I need to check you. Blow," he repeated. She blew until it clicked, and he pulled it out of her mouth, setting it down once he was satisfied with the reading. "Good girl. I meant what I said earlier about safety. If you can't drive, you can't play. If a Dominant ever tries to tell you differently, call the scene and run like hell, got it?" She nodded her understanding.
Klaus held out his hand and helped her stand, watching to make sure she was steady on her feet and that her legs hadn't fallen asleep. He put his hand on her lower back like he did in the club and directed her to the bedroom. "You'd be amazed how many injuries occur as a result of some drunken idiot attempting something he saw in a porno directed by an even bigger idiot who never set foot in an actual dungeon," he said, rolling his eyes. "Gives us all a bad name. If we get to a point where I take you out in public, you'll find that most dungeons don't serve alcohol just for that reason, and drugs will earn you a lifetime ban." Klaus saw Caroline's eyes flash as she licked her lips. He smiled again with his dimples. "You really are an exhibitionist, love. Good to know," he smirked, tucking that little tidbit away for future reference.
Caroline smiled in delight when she walked into the bedroom. On a little side table lay several different toys, most of which she recognized, condoms and lubricant, toy cleaner and a rag, and several lengths of neatly wrapped red and black ropes. "Pay attention to how I have everything set up because this is the one and only time I'll ever do it for you. After tonight, should we do this again, you'll be responsible for setup and cleanup."
Caroline nodded, looking around the room. There was a king-sized bed with silver rings in various places attached to the headboard and wooden bedframe. The decorative pillows were neatly sitting in a pile on the ground by the wall and the comforter was folded down. An oil diffuser sat on a nightstand that had been moved to the corner, sweet smells emanating as the light changed colors. Club music played softly from the speakers and the dimmer switch was set to low. Klaus watched her as she eyed everything, grinning as her eyes kept coming back to the silver rings, her pink tongue darting out to lick her lips. He moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her to play with her nipples. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "My brother was right. I do love rope and I am going to tie you up and fuck you silly." Klaus smirked at her sharp intake of breath, slowly trailing one hand down her belly and back up again. He bit her neck hard in just the right spot to elicit a moan. "Would you like that?"
"Yes Sir," Caroline answered, her voice breathy, anticipation filling her. Klaus hummed appreciatively at her manners, kissing her neck as he let his hand fall past her belly and rubbed his thumb down her slit.
"You're soaked," he commented as his finger slipped in between her lips. She nodded her head, resting it against his shoulder as he held her back to his chest, teasing her pussy with his fingertips. He used his other hand to massage her breasts, tweaking each of her nipples as his hand drifted between them. He twisted one hard between his knuckles on one hand as his other played with her, a finger circling her clit in time with the twist. Caroline let out a small, erotic gasp. "Mmm, you like a little pain mixed with your pleasure, don't you Caroline?" She nodded as he did the same to her other nipple, groaning as her pussy clenched, desperate for attention. He repeated his ministrations, adding in sharp bites along her neck and throat.
Caroline felt the tension starting to build as she gave herself over to him more and more. She bit her lip to keep from grinding against his fingers. Klaus smirked at her struggle, pleased with how he was torturing her. He sped up his finger, rubbing up and down her clit over and over until she was gasping and moaning in his arms. He pushed her right to the edge before whispering, "Do you want me to make you come, Caroline?"
"Yes Sir," she panted. "Yes, please, Sir," she added for good measure as pleasure started to overtake her. She felt her eyes start to roll back when all of a sudden, he stopped and backed away from her completely. She turned around with wild eyes as he smirked at her. She opened her mouth but closed it when he looked at her sternly. She pressed her lips together and groaned.
Klaus walked up to her and pushed her chest firmly until she gently fell to the bed. He climbed on top of her and pinned her arms with his, his legs caging her in. He looked her in the eye when he said very authoritatively, "You will come when, where and how I say and never without explicit permission. If we continue after this, that will include when you are alone, understood?" Feeling overwhelmed and extremely frustrated, she nodded and hummed her understanding. "Good girl." He leaned down and kissed her hard, owning her mouth. He pulled her hands over her head and held them tight with one hand while the other snaked between her legs. He pulled back and looked in her eyes as he pushed two fingers inside of her, suddenly moving in and out at a punishing rhythm in time with the music. "Come for me, Caroline. Now," he ordered.
Caroline screamed out as the most powerful and needed orgasm of her life ripped through her like lightning and thunder wrapped in one. Klaus expertly pumped into her, his thumb circling her clit as she shook in his arms, calling out his name. He watched her face as pleasure overtook her and she gasped for air. He slowly decreased his speed but didn't pull away or stop moving in and out. Her pussy twitched around his fingers as she came down from outer space. She opened her eyes and stared up into his eyes as he gazed down at her. She nodded her head slightly up and down to let him know she was done, and he could stop. He smiled wide at her and picked up the pace again. She whimpered and moved her head from side to side, but he just kept smiling at her predicament, daring her to say anything.
Klaus' dimples deepened when she offered no resistance and fully submitted to him. "Again, Caroline," he ordered calmly. Another whimper. He picked up the pace yet again, moving hard and fast in and out as he rubbed her clit with his thumb harshly. He felt her start to fade out and increased further as he added a third finger, stretching her. She screamed again as he fucked her with his fingers. She came so hard this time that her vision blurred, and little black dots danced in front of her even behind her eyelids. "Scream for me, love, scream for me," he whispered as he stared down at her falling apart for him. She was beautiful and he felt his chest swell with pride for her as he Dominated her completely, no fancy toys required.
He slowed his fingers as she came down again, kissing her gently on the lips when he removed them. He released her hands, her wrists slightly red where his grip was the tightest. "Good girl," he whispered, kissing her nose. "Good girl," he repeated, kissing each cheek. "Good girl," he continued to whisper over and over as he kissed her gently all over her face and neck. She slowly opened her eyes as he pulled up from kissing her on the lips. She smiled; eyes glassy. She looked up at her hands laying still above her head and then back down at his eyes. He nodded, letting her know she could move them. Kissing her forehead one last time, he looked down at her tenderly. "What do you say to me, Caroline?" he asked pointedly.
Caroline smiled as she looked into his eyes. "Thank you for letting me come, Sir," she answered softly, rubbing her wrists.
"You're welcome, sweetheart," he cooed as he rolled off of her and spooned her, his arms wrapping around her as he pulled the comforter over them. His erection throbbed painfully, but he'd been playing this game a long time and knew his turn was coming. Right now, he had to take care of his sub. Aftercare was a vital part of any scene that no self-respecting Dom would deny their sub.
Caroline hummed as she covered his arms with hers, wrapping herself tighter in his embrace. He held her tightly with one arm as the knuckles on his other hand other gently moved up and down her arm and shoulder. She could feel sleep calling her. The part of her brain that wanted to keep playing was battling the part of her that was exhausted. She tried and failed to stifle a yawn. He kissed the back of her head. "What now, Sir?"
Klaus squeezed her tighter. "Now I let you take a short nap and when you wake up," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear, "I'm going to tie you up and fuck you silly."