Title: Be my Doll
Rating: M
Summary: AU. Once Klaus lays hand on anything, it belongs to him. That's the end. Dark. One-Shot.
Behind the plot: Inspired by Be my Doll music bit by Adrian von Ziegler. This plot is bothering me ever since I listened to that piece of music. Finally it is out!
Note: I don't own TVD, TO or Klaroline. Everything I write is for fun and part of my imagination. I did not mean offence to anyone out there. This story is not beta read, so you have been warned.
0o Be my Doll o0
Usually Stefan made it as a habit of accepting the way of things around him. Even though he would have hard time to digest certain facts, he managed to cope up in the end.
Now with the entry of new plaything, his master, Klaus showed changes in his behavior that astonished almost everyone out there.
Stefan gazed at the tangled couple from a distance—Klaus and Caroline.
Caroline—the human girl who was supposed to be Klaus's chow initially—was currently straddling the Original Hybrid in front of his henchmen.
Stolen and trained to be a pet, Caroline was quiet and hard since the beginning. She had screamed and attacked, which was pretty impressive considering her strength, when a vampire laid finger on her. That's how she was summoned in front of the ancient being—Klaus. She hadn't opened her mouth when the intrigued Original probed her seeking explanation.
Generally Klaus wouldn't bother paying second glance at humans let alone giving an opportunity to speak. He had expected she would tremble and beg for mercy.
However, the captured humans were put through harsh treatment that they would end up feeling absolutely nothing.
Caroline was just another case.
Or so Stefan had thought until Klaus, the beast of them all Originals had shifted his entire attention to Caroline.
Stefan hadn't seen much of her after Klaus had claimed her as his personal slave—which meant other vampires were supposed to keep their hands for themselves. One who crossed Klaus was sentenced life imprisonment in the dungeon—the hell on earth, Stefan would state it.
Klaus wasn't in a mood to deal with anyone this day. Stefan understood when the Hybrid wasn't willing to take his gaze off Caroline for even a beat of heart.
Stefan figured out what to do. He signaled at the rest to retrieve, leaving their master alone.
"Why would you not speak in front of others?" Klaus asked, gently tugging her lower lip with his teeth.
Caroline twitched her lips, being indifferent to his words while savouring his touch.
"I like to hear your voice, sweetheart." Klaus added teasingly. "Especially in the nights."
Opening her eyes, she overcame hitch when his thumb brushed against her right breast. "You are my master. My voice is only for you." She managed to respond in monotone.
As much Klaus enjoyed controlling, but with Caroline he had realized he wanted something else—different from other humans he had in his life. Strangely, he wanted her to feel—almost he wanted her back to self, wondering how she used to be with her family before she was captured.
The torture she had been through was no ordinary. That change was meant to be permanent, as if she was re-born from the ashes of her old life.
But Klaus was never known to compromise. For years, he loved to prove people wrong; right from his step-father, who argued Klaus was a weakling, to an army of witches, who had decided to take him down recently.
When Caroline mentioned that she was too broken to come back he had taken it as a challenge.
A challenge she could deny but she didn't.
Which made her believe that she was not lost completely. Somewhere she was struggling—struggling for what, she had to know yet.
And she began to feel.
Caroline would say he got her addicted to his touch. It was magical, sensual—and comforting. Strange as it might be, feeling pleasant in his embrace, she liked it though.
"What else can you offer, my little slave?" Klaus tapped on the diamond collar around her neck. Caroline angled her face, parted her lips as other hand stopped right in the middle of her bare thighs.
Letting out shaky breaths, she muttered, "Anything, anything."
Did she sound desperate? She might have.
"Anything?" He found her earlobe, softly bit on it. Her nether regions were screaming, demanding for some caress. In his way.
Barely had she nodded to him.
"Perhaps a smile." She felt him smirk against her cheek.
Despite she was far too distracted, Caroline pulled herself out of the spell to glance at him.
Mischief glinted in his stormy blues. "It is not that hard, is it?"
Caroline didn't remember when she smiled last time. Maybe when she had been with her family and friends? It was all gone now. That life, that Caroline was dead.
By the time she looked back, she understood she was under his observation. "Is it an order?" She asked nonchalantly.
Tucking her hair behind ear, he murmured. "What motivates you to smile? A command or a request?"
She didn't answer. Honestly, she had no answer. Her stare was still empty when he leaned to kiss on her lips.
"Let me know when you find an answer for that." He said lightly.
"It doesn't change what we are," she said freely. "I—" A pause to swallow down, "am your slave. You have every right to push me and get things done for you."
Klaus squinted at her, listening to her pounding human heart. Was she truly scared? Or angry? He would not know, her face would never reveal a trace of emotion.
"Indeed." He replied calmly. "Can you fill my goblet, sweetheart?"
Standing on her feet, she went to the bottle of wine. The Hybrid stirred in his throne, observing his little pet and contemplated while running his thumb on his bottom lip.
Pastel green fabric complemented her physique; Klaus twisted his mouth, eyeing the glittering collar around her neck. Taking the goblet from her, he drank it while he yanked her down to his level.
Caroline adjusted with him, one of her arms curled around his neck and became still while staring at the ground.
Like an obedient slave, she sat on his lap calmly until he said otherwise.
He pointed goblet at her, silently offering. Caroline wasn't in a mood to have wine particularly on that day, but to please her master she accepted the drink.
When she brought the notch to her lips, he asked her. "Did you not think of rebelling, Caroline?" The tips of his fingers were warm at her neck-shoulder joint. Brushing her hair off collar-bone, he planted mouth on it. "At least for once."
"What kind of good it would bring me? Once I rebelled against a sadistic vampire and it brought me to you." Her response would have been bitter—if she were angry, if she felt something. But it was plain. "Someone who has been controlling a bunch of them."
Klaus replied with a melodious chuckle. "Fighting against an army of vampires is not so clever plan, I agree." His lips trailed up to her jaw. "But you will be standing up for what you believe in."
Caroline pulled herself out of hazy mind to stare at him. He didn't mean to pull her leg; a genuine suggestion it was. In all these days never had she taken initiative step with him. And then she brushed his cheek with the pad of her thumb before she kissed on his mouth.
Honestly she had no idea why she kissed him, but it felt so good. Maybe his words, or his alluring gaze, or luscious lips, or woody cologne invited her to do so.
Parting lips, Klaus let her play with his tongue. She was losing control, all of sudden she was kissing him everywhere. A sound of approval escaped the Hybrid when Caroline's fingers were at the lace of his shirt. Barely had she recognized that her upper body was vulnerable for him until his thumbs were encircling either of her nipples. She pulled back, closing her eyes and whimpered softly. Flashing wicked grin, he reached for one of them with his mouth, making her hiss and buckle her hips against him. She grasped the roots of his hair firmly whenever he did a swirl around her mounds.
And then it all stopped.
He retrieved earning a groan from her. "Annoyed?" He questioned merrily.
A panting Caroline tried to figure out what was happening and noticed a smirk on his face. Instead of responding she sat there, catching her breath and when she did calm down, she decided to get up from his lap, for she thought he was not in a mood for physical interaction. Klaus only proved it wrong when he didn't allow Caroline to her feet.
Solely giving his concentration to the diamond collar around her neck, Klaus contemplated for a moment.
Caroline was no stranger to his mysterious nature. He's a man of action rather than words.
Something was bothering him, she knew it.
Klaus had his time before he went to undo the diamond collar—the symbol of a slave, his imprint on her.
She had to be surprised, but she was not. That didn't mean she was not looking for answers.
He wasn't done yet.
Pulling her close, in his monstrous form Klaus bit the skin of her fragile neck. The bite was anything but deadly. Unlike the previous ones, it ignited the coil in her stomach. She let out a moan of pure lust in response, as he began licking her.
Slowly she understood he didn't draw blood from her. It was a simple bite.
"You are no longer a slave, Caroline," he spoke filling the void, "but still a Klaus Mikaelson's possession." He said the latter with a hint of darkness while tapping on the bite.
And she couldn't differentiate both.
It would not change things, right? Caroline didn't voice her obscure thoughts, for she knew once Klaus lays hand on anything, it belongs to him. That's the end.
0o Be my Doll o0
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