She woke to complete darkness.
She was disoriented when she couldn't figure out if her eyes were open. It was when she tried to move her hand that she realized she can't. Her arms were tied above her head to two separate posts. Caroline tugged furiously at the unrelenting bonds, fear sinking in.
Even more terrifying was the fact that her feet were tied to the two bottom posts. What could possibly be the material that she can't break free? She took a single calming breath to keep from screaming. It felt like she was still on a bed but this was definitely not hers.
The last thing she remembered was going to bed. Nothing in her memory indicated any signs of this. Who would have a grudge against her enough to do this? Not Silas. Nothing made sense. She figured she needed to let her captor know to let her go.
"Whoever you are, you won't get away with this. My friends will find me. And if I die, my boyfriend will kill you," she venomously spat out.
Nothing. No sound, no answer. It was unsettling. She wondered who would kidnap her and leave.
When she felt the ghost of a touch along her arm, she jumped as far as the bindings let her go. "Who are you?!"
Nothing happened for a few minutes as she squirmed around in her attempt to free herself. She began to doubt her sanity until that same hand trailed softly down her side.
"Ah! Stop! What are you doing? What do you want?"
Her question was answered when that started to literally tear her shirt off. Desperation bled into her words, "No, wait! Let me go. I didn't do anything to you."
Without heeding her at all, the hand continued to rip her shirt down the middle. The material came apart like tissue paper. The large, obviously masculine, rough hand smoothed over the exposed creamy white skin. She bit her lip to keep from giving her captor the reaction he wanted.
Soon enough her bra was torn next. As the air hit her naked nipples, her vulnerability in the situation hit her. This person could do anything they wanted with her at the moment. She shuddered and whispered, "No."
A single finger swiped at her cherry red, hard peak. She gasped, her breath turning fast and shallow. He repeated the action over and over again with vampire speed. He finally started to swirl around her nipple. Her body betrayed her as her back arched up to feel more of the touch.
Shame burned in her at her strong response. She forced herself to stop moving. The hand went to her other breast to give it the same treatment. Caroline bit her lip so hard blood dripped down her neck. The hand paused for a moment to rub it. When he swirled again, she let out the moan she was holding as her back arched up painfully. She was panting now, feeling the distinct, strong throbbing in her pussy. Her entire body was trembling. She ached to be touched but she couldn't let this happen. This would be cheating or something. It's wrong.
The hand fluttered down her flat stomach slowly. Her hips bucked up violently and she cried out. She was on fire like she'd never been before. Sweat poured from her. She needed release. Damn the consequences.
At the top of her pants, the hand drew circles to tease more. She was almost at the point of begging but bit her tongue to stop. A series of little moans shamelessly left her throat.
Her pants and thong were quickly shredded and tossed. Her legs were still tied apart from each other. When she was fully exposed, she almost orgasmed from the sheer feel of the air. Her juices flowed freely onto the sheets.
The light touch started at her inner thigh. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. "Please," she whispered, not caring about anything else.
The fingers softly dragged up her thigh to where she needed to be touched the most. It was a barely-there touch but she moaned deeply. A single finger rubbed up and down her lips before parting them. She was grinding her hips against his hand to try to satisfy the need. When finally the finger thrust inside, she cried out. Her whole body bowed as wave after convulsing wave of pleasure shook her like an earthquake. She's never had an orgasm of pure magnitude like this.
Caroline barely calmed down when she noticed he was gone.
He walked out of the room trembling. The whole time, he had barely touched her but she unraveled so beautifully. She was like an undeniable goddess of sex and pleasure. He didn't care what he had to do. Klaus would make her his.