AN: Rated M for a reason. Stop reading if you're under 18 or don't want to read smut. Probably one-shot.
"Who do you think about when you touch yourself?" Klaus' rough voice asked.
Caroline was stunned by the sudden question; she and Klaus were just having dinner. She stared at him across the table.
"What?"
He looked at her harshly.
"You heard me and you will give me an answer. Right now."
She wasn't sure if this was one of his games, he enjoyed playing. Sometimes she hated to always be the submissive one in their games, but she wanted to keep him satisfied. He was dominant and he liked to show it. In his mind she belonged to him and only to him, he didn't listen to any rejections. She had known all that when she had agreed to come to New Orleans with him. There were two maids in the dining room, but she knew that he didn't care about that. Her cheeks heated before she managed to give him an answer.
"You."
"Every time?" he demanded.
"Yes."
"Out." he said to the maids and flashed next to Caroline. She didn't say anything when he raised her to her feet and pushed her against the large wooden table.
"Lay down and spread your legs open for me." he commanded. She obeyed, she usually enjoyed his games. He was a rough and demanding lover but he gave her incredible pleasure when he thought that she had earned it. Obedience was the best way to earn that pleasure. He smirked, his hands groped her breasts, pinching her nipples through her shirt.
"Good girl."
Both of her nipples were hard when he moved on, his hands trailing over the shape of her waist, moving over her hips and the inside of her thighs to pull them apart. She was wearing a short skirt and strings, just the way he liked it. Wet arousal was already seeping into the thin fabric of her strings, he knew just how to turn her on. His hand disappeared into her strings, his fingers started to rub her pussy and play with her clit. She was soaking wet, the torture made her to cry out his name and twitch her hips to and fro.
"Are you wet for me?" he asked huskily.
"Yes!" she moaned.
"Who do you belong to?"
"You!"
She was willing to say whatever he wanted to hear, fearing that he would stop. Sometimes he did that to teach her a lesson.
"Who do you think about when you cum?"
"You." she panted. "Only you."
He smiled and buried his face in her throat while his fingers kept torturing her. She moaned louder when he bit her, licking a trail to her ear.
"Good."
She felt how hard he was, it turned her on even more. Roughly he squished her nipple between his fingers, his other hand was still between her legs. She whimpered in pleasure when he thrust two fingers deep into her pussy.
"Klaus! Oh Klaus! Oh God!"
"That's right." he chuckled. "I am your god. I can do whatever I want with you. Isn't that right?"
She was unable to speak, only moan, her pussy gripped his fingers hard and she clamped her thighs over his hand in response to each movement.
"Answer me or I'll stop." he threatened.
"Ahh! Oh God! Yes!" she cried out.
"Yes what?"
"You're my god! I'm yours!"
Thankfully her answer pleased him. He was thrusting his fingers into her harder and faster, his rough thumb torturing her swollen clit. The pleasure made her scream in ecstasy, she was about to pass out. The tension in her pussy was unbearable, she whimpered desperately until he finally made her cum. She couldn't move, her whole body was limp. He pulled her to the end of the table and took a hold of her chin. She felt her juices all over his fingers.
"Now we both have something nice to think about. I want you to think about this and only this the next time you touch yourself. I know I will."