A/N: Hey everyone :)
In case you didn't read the summary fully, I'll say it again. This is compulsion-induced non-con (as in non-consensual sex), and has very explicit smut.
If that bothers you, do not read it.
Hugs!
-Angie
She shouldn't have come. She knew that as soon as she walked through the door of his incredibly opulent New Orleans mansion. He had texted her the day before, informing her that though he had promised to never return to Mystic Falls, he had never promised not to retrieve her in Atlanta. She knew a pseudo-optional summons when she saw one, and she didn't want anyone else to die.
He led her to a hallway with a single door of dark polished wood, which led to a luxurious bedroom.
"What is this, Klaus?" Caroline asked, turning to face the hybrid.
She was caught in his hypnotic gaze. She had become lax in taking vervain, thinking that no one had any reason to compel her. Though Klaus had never promised not to, she had thought that they had an unspoken agreement. Clearly she had been wrong.
"You are going to live here with me, Caroline. You will not leave this room. You will not attempt to escape or communicate for help in any way shape or form. You will comply with my demands."
She repeated his orders back to him, and then he broke the eye contact.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked, her eyes already tearing up.
"I thought that having you would get you out of my system… But you are addictive, Caroline, so wonderfully addictive…"
"You can't do this." Caroline said, her voice hitching. "You said you would never force me…"
"That was before I had you." He said this simply, as though what he was doing was completely normal in every way.
Caroline felt her breath coming in short gasps. She was panicking. She didn't know how she would get out of here. She couldn't get out of here. He had said she couldn't.
She was well and truly fucked.
And not in a good way.
He tipped her chin to make eye contact with her again. Her eyes fixed on his automatically, pulled into his trap.
"Calm down, Caroline."
Her breathing immediately evened.
"I don't want to be here." She said, in a completely calm voice. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, to be hysterical, but her body wouldn't react. It couldn't react.
"Yes you do, Caroline. Of course you do. You are happy to be here. You want nothing but to make me happy no matter what it takes."
She suddenly felt herself become blissfully unconcerned with anything but the man in front of her. Klaus was the most important thing in her life right now. There was nothing else to think about.
The back of her mind was screaming, and she suddenly felt trapped within herself.
She consciously knew that she was not, in fact, happy to be here, and that she should loathe Klaus with every fiber of her being. But she couldn't hate him. Her body—her mind—wouldn't let her. It would have been frustrating beyond belief if she could feel frustration.
Klaus thrust some sort of nightgown in her hands. "Caroline, love, change into this for me, please."
She pulled off her blouse and tugged her shorts off, fully aware that Klaus' eyes were fixed on her body, and reveling in that feeling. She was making him happy, she was fulfilling her purpose.
"Undergarments off as well."
She unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor, and then slid her thong slowly down her body and stepped out of it. Sliding the almost transparently white silk gown over her head, she watched Klaus admire her. He cupped her breasts through the fabric, stroking her nipples and she moaned softly, closing her eyes in contentment.
"You will enjoy anything and everything I do to you."
She knew she would enjoy it. How could she not? If he wanted her to do something for him, she would do anything to make sure he was pleased.
"My mere presence in your room makes you unbearably wet for me, doesn't it Caroline?" He whispered.
She felt wetness pool in her center, and suddenly her core was aching for his touch.
She reached down to pleasure herself, but he stopped her with his next words. "I am the only one who can touch you, Caroline."
"Of course," Caroline said dreamily, dropping her hand back to her side.
He trailed his palms up the sides of her thighs and then pulled her against him. He bent down and devoured her lips, feasting on their sweetness. She parted her lips to allow him entrance and let him stroke her tongue with his. She ran her fingers through his hair before stroking his chest through his Henley and then moving her hands down to rub him through his jeans, making him buck into her hand.
He groaned and bit her bottom lip, drawing blood. Pushing her on top of the bed, he undressed himself quickly before climbing on top of her. He gathered her slip and pushed it up around her waist before sheathing himself in her tight wet heat.
She moaned and wrapped her legs around him, trying to pull him deeper, and he thrust into her, gripping her hips tightly with his fingertips. She writhed under him, breathily moaning his name, and he spilled into her.
He left then, telling her that he would be by soon, and that the servants would take care of her needs, and she watched him go with a bright smile on her face.
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The light streamed through her high window, and Caroline opened her eyes. She had no idea how much time had passed since she had moved to her new home. It had been months, she was sure.
After taking her morning shower, she laid down in bed to watch a movie on her flat-screen television mounted to the wall while she waited for Klaus.
The only people to ever enter her room were Klaus and a female hybrid named Susan, who brought her blood bags and retrieved movies or books Caroline requested. She perked up when she heard the click of the door opening and turned on her side to face her visitor.
She watched Klaus observe her naked body sprawled on the bed in front of him, his eyes dark with lust, and like clockwork, felt a stab of arousal hit her as soon as her eyes connected with his.
"Good morning, love."
"Good morning."
The smile that seemed to be permanently plastered on her face in his presence hardly felt foreign anymore. She was almost content to believe that the artificial feelings of devotion and affection that welled within her were genuine.
It would be easier that way.
While every day didn't exactly follow the same pattern, she could generally count on Klaus coming to her in the mornings and evenings.
Sometimes he'd fuck her, her body obediently wet when he entered the room, already aching for his touch, and her orgasms intense and on-command, clenching around him just the way he liked it.
Worse were the nights he came in "just to talk." He'd never told her to hold back her opinions or stunt her mind, and because it pleased him for her to express herself, she would argue and explain anything and everything he wanted her to, and she'd almost feel like she was close to herself again before he'd shoot her a dimpled satanic smile and saunter out, leaving her wet, wanting, and furious at herself for all of it.
"Sleep well?"
"I always do," she said, a cheerful smile on her face as she scooted over on the bed, making a space for him.
He smiled at her, sinking down next to her, and she immediately cuddled into him, laying her head on his chest. He liked it when she clung to him, when he could smell her arousal when his skin hadn't even touched hers, when her nipples pebbled just from simply seeing him near her and inhaling his scent.
He liked it, so she did it.
His hand wandered down her side, brushing against her hip and thigh, and she spread her legs for him without his prompting, making him smile into her neck and letting breathy pants escape her lips as he stroked her folds.
"Tell me the rules, Caroline."
He did this often, asking her to repeat them. There really wasn't a practical reason for it, as the compulsion wouldn't let her break them anyway, but she knew that he liked hearing them. He liked the reminder that she was obedient and willing to follow his orders.
She suspected that he liked reminding her of that, as well.
"I may not suppress my reactions."
He liked hearing her scream, the way she'd wriggle and writhe under him, the way he could make her gasp and pant out his name. He wanted to hear it and to see it.
"I will not come unless ordered, though I will express if I have the desire to do so."
He liked hearing her beg.
"I will always be wet and ready for you. I will not touch myself unless asked to do so. I will enjoy everything you ask of me."
His fingers darted into her pussy, causing her to moan before repeating the last rule. The one that she knew that she should hate-that she did hate deep inside herself-but couldn't bring herself to.
"I will always want you."
He was on top of her in an instant, his fingers plunging into her fast and hard, lips biting into hers, making her respond enthusiastically, her legs hooked around his waist, far enough away to give his fingers room to fuck her. She moaned into his mouth, grinding her core against his hand.
He pulled away, biting softly at her neck with his blunt teeth, making her arch her back, pressing her breasts into his chest. She spread her legs more, moaning his name, feeling her orgasm build up quickly.
He knew exactly how she liked it the most (as she would like anything he did to some extent), and he used that advantage. "Do you want to come, my love?"
"Yes, Klaus, please."
He pulled his fingers away, and she softly whined at the loss, but opened her mouth obediently to suck the juices off of his fingers when he held them to her lips. He groaned when she ran her tongue over his fingertips, her gaze hooked on his.
He pulled his fingers away and rolled off of her to stand beside the bed. "Undress me."
She was immediately perched on her knees on the side of the bed, her face level with his, tugging his Henley over his head and throwing it to the side, before unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them down, allowing him to step out of them, naked before her.
"Off the bed and bend over."
She slipped off of the bed and turned to face it, pressing her breasts and face into the mattress, gripping the fabric anticipatorily with her fingers.
"Show me how wet you are."
She spread her legs obediently, her hands immediately moving down to part the lips of her dripping pussy for his inspection. He thrust two fingers in again almost as soon as she was fully open for him, hooking them slightly to press just there, making her legs quiver.
She felt her orgasm build inside her, the pressure of it making her press herself wantonly against his hand, trying to fuck herself against his fingers. She moaned, the mattress muffling the sound, and she could almost see him in her mind's eye, smirking behind her as she helplessly tried to find release.
The combination of her being unable to hold back any reactions to his ministrations and how she couldn't come without his permission resulted in an almost constant state of dangling just on the edge, desperate for his touch, for his approval.
And once he'd given it-ordered it, even-and her orgasm crashed through her, making her shake with the intensity of it, he'd wait until she was just down from her high before starting the cycle again, inflicting on her the exquisite torment of never-ending pleasure.
And she'd writhe against him, whether his torture implement for that round was his cock, tongue, hand, or toy, helpless against the sensation of it.
She'd beg him endlessly, her pleas spilling through her lips in a never ending stream of yells, moans, please, and Klaus.
He'd often make her say things for him while she was on the edge, probably just to hear the desperation in her voice as she did so, and she'd gasp out whatever he wanted through her panting lips.
She could already tell that this would be one of those times because of the languid strokes of his fingers against her walls, lazy and soft, trying to build her up slowly so that he'd get to hear the change in her tone as she approached her peak.
"Do you like it when I fuck you with my fingers, love?"
"Yes."
"Hands behind your back."
She clasped her hands together on her lower back, her face pressed into the comforter of her bed, her ass in the air.
"Please, Klaus," she said, her voice muffled against the blanket.
"What's that?"
She moved her face sideways so that her voice was more distinguishable through her moans. "Please let me come."
His fingers worked faster, and he added a third, making her pussy clench around them.
"Why can't you come?" he asked, his voice tinged with sadistic smugness.
"Because I can only come if you let me."
"And why is that, love?"
Every single thrust of his fingers was met by a jerk of her hips as she tried to take him as deeply as possible without moving from her position on the bed. She gasped as he reached down with his other hand, his thumb circling her clit as the other hand continued to rhythmically fingerfuck her.
"Because I have to ask permission."
"Why?"
She knew what he wanted to hear, so it spilled out of her lips.
"Because my pussy belongs to you. Because I belong to you."
"Good girl," he said quietly, trailing a finger down her spine, making her shiver.
She felt another achingly painful stab of arousal in her lower belly at his words and she could feel her cheeks heating up because of it. He liked treating her like an obedient little sex-pet, and she hated every arousing second of it. She hated the way it made her pussy clench around his fingers, the way it made her moan, the way her pebbled nipples brushed almost harshly against the soft fabric covering her bed, and the way that his arousal at how she was reacting to his words made her feel.
Wanted.
Needed.
Proud.
She was happy that she was fulfilling his fantasies, that she was achieving her compulsion-outlined purpose in life.
And she hated it. She knew that deep down inside herself she wanted nothing more than to leave, but almost as soon as she remembered that part of her existed, the awareness of that thought left her.
Instead, she spread her legs as far as she could get them to go to allow his fingers to thrust more deeply within her.
"You may come, Caroline."
She did, screaming his name.
She was given a moment or two to recover before he spoke again. "Kneel."
He grasped his thick cock in his hand and rubbed it against her lips as soon as she dropped to her knees in front of him. "Suck."
He groaned, his hand burying itself in her hair to pull her closer, the other grasping her palms to move them onto his ass so that she could pull his cock farther into her mouth. He groaned as she sucked him hard, her cheeks hollowing out, and bucked into her mouth. "Don't gag."
She knew that she didn't have to breathe and that if he compelled her not to gag, she wouldn't. This gave him an excellent excuse to shove his cock as far as possible down her throat.
"Take it all," he hissed out, pushing her mouth down his cock until her lips were wrapped around the base.
He fucked her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin with every thrust, holding her head in place, not that she would have been able to pull back if he hadn't.
He jerked her head back suddenly though, pulling his cock out and stroking himself until he came on her breasts, marking her.
He pulled her up, dropping a rough kiss on her lips and squeezing her ass tightly, bending down to let his breath brush across her ear. "I'll be back in a few hours, and I want to get back to see my come still dried on your breasts. Can you do that for me, love?"
"Yes, Klaus," she said obediently, letting him kiss her again after he dressed, and he sent her a dimpled grin before leaving, closing the door softly behind him.
She hummed softly to herself as she climbed back into bed and grabbed the remote to restart her movie. She felt an ache in her gums and hit the intercom above her bedside table. "Susan? I need a blood bag…"
She settled back into her pillows, feeling completely content with her life. Klaus gave her everything she needed. He made her happy.
All she needed to do was convince that horrid little voice in the back of her head that hated Klaus for some completely unclear reason, and was fighting tooth and nail for her attention.
She didn't understand. How could she hate Klaus?
He was perfect.
A/N: Thanks for reading. Leave a review to let me know how the story was, because I won't know what you think otherwise ;)
Travelers should be up tomorrow (it's currently Wednesday morning for me).
Hugs!
-Angie