Summary: Established Future Klaroline, dom!Klaus, sub!Caroline. They go shopping and out to dinner, and Caroline has an unfortunate wardrobe malfunction.
Contains: Hair pulling, dirty talk, begging, public sex, dom!klaus, sub!caroline, restraints, vampire blood play

I'm trying to keep the wordiness of prompts to a minimum, so I'll be summarizing them if possible rather than copy/pasting as I've been doing.


Klaus and Caroline have sex in a dressing room. / klaroline smut with ice cubes with a d/s tone. Caroline doesn't wear underwear and klaus punishes her with ice cubes at a restaurant and then at home / sub caroline is wearing a very short skirt with either skimpy panties or none at all. she trips & falls. her skirt goes up & she flashes some people. dom klaus gets mad at her & punishes her when they get home


Caroline pulled a dress of the rack of the boutique and inspected it closely, knowing how awful it was, but just wanting to see his face. "Klaus, what do you think?" she asked, holding it up.

He usually went along on her shopping expeditions for big events like balls, banquets, or parties. His excuse was that if they were going to spend hundreds of dollars (or occasionally thousands) on a dress, he should like it too, and she agreed (especially considering the way his eyes would rake up and down her body when she modeled the options for him, darkening as he drank her in).

That night he was taking her out for his birthday at a nice restaurant, though the actual event wasn't until the next day, and she knew he was going to be very particular about what he wanted her to wear.

He looked up from his phone, his eyes darting up and down before shaking his head. "The pattern is…"

"Hideous?" she provided, her lips twitching.

He nodded. "Try the one next to it, sweetheart."

She carefully pulled out the leather minidress and frowned. "You don't think it's too much?"

"Are you questioning me?" he asked, a light warning in his tone, and she shook her head.

"Try it on," he ordered, and she felt a pang of arousal in her lower belly, her core clenching at his tone.

She bit her lip and nodded, making her way to the dressing room and changing. She knew exactly why Klaus had been eyeing it. The leather clung to her like a second skin, the hemline revealing her legs (he preferred easy access), with the plunging neckline giving an excellent view of her cleavage.

She walked back out, smirking when he cocked his head to the side, standing and walking towards her slowly, trailing a finger down her cheek. "You are stunning."

"You like it?" she teased, knowing very well he did from the way he licked his lips, taking in every inch of her.

"Yes."

He gripped her hips and pulled her flush against him, bending to nip her ear before speaking again, his voice low and husky. "I want you bent over the bench of the fitting room with your legs spread for me, soaking wet and begging for my cock."

She nodded against his shoulder, letting out a soft gasp as his hand snuck under the hem of her dress, tugging lightly at the lace beneath to create friction against her already aching core.

"Please…"

She felt him smirk against her skin before he pulled away, his hand pressed to the small of her back as he guided her to her fitting room. She could feel the arousal pooling in her lower belly, feel the slickness on her inner thighs, and once Klaus had closed the door behind them she bent over, resting her palms against the suede of the bench.

He pushed the skirt of her dress around her hips before hooking a finger around the lace of her thong and tearing it off, letting it fall uselessly to the floor.

"So eager for me, sweetheart," he said under his breath, pressing two fingers inside of her, and she tightened around them, moaning as he hooked them, his fingertips brushing against a particularly sensitive spot.

She rolled her hips against his hand, not bothering to conceal how desperate she was for his touch. "Master, please, I need…"

She heard him chuckle under his breath. She almost never called him by the title they used in private when they were out, but she knew he liked it when she did (and birthdays were special occasions, after all).

"What do you need, love?"

"You," she said quietly, her breath catching as he reached to pinch her clit lightly with his other hand.

"Do you?" he asked, and she could hear the smile in his voice.

"Yes. Please."

She whimpered at the loss of his fingers before she heard him unzip his jeans. He filled her slowly, and she moaned his name over and over, begging him to go faster, to fuck her harder, and he obliged, his fingernails digging into her hips as he moved.

"Look in the mirror, love," he ordered, and she looked up to see her face flushed, hair mussed as Klaus took her from behind, his eyes flashing gold with every thrust.

"I'm so close. Please make me come," she panted, and he smirked, a hint of glinting teeth shining through his lips.

"Come for me, Caroline," he growled, his voice low and demanding, and she felt herself tip over the edge, clenching around his cock as he continued to slam into her, his cock hitting her g-spot with every thrust until he spilled inside of her.

XXX

"Two, please," Klaus said pleasantly, a hand wrapped possessively around Caroline's waist, his thumb stroking the leather of the dress they'd purchased earlier that day.

The hostess at the podium nodded, taking two menus and flashing a bright smile. "Right this way, please."

They followed her, and if the hostess was surprised when they slid into the cushioned seat together rather than sitting across from each other, she didn't show it, simply leaving the menus and excusing herself.

Caroline bit her lip as she scanned the menu, shifting as Klaus snuck a hand under the hemline of her dress, his thumb stroking her skin lightly. They ordered their drinks, and she shivered as he stroked the inside of her knee, goosebumps blooming along her skin.

He shot her a raised eyebrow once the waitress left, and she spread her legs for him, her heart pounding in her chest.

His finger trailed up her inner thigh, his touch light and teasing, and she closed her eyes briefly, enjoying the way his skin brushed against hers while waiting for Klaus's inevitable sigh of disappointment at her disobedience.

In her defense, the fact that he'd ripped literally every pair of her underwear wasn't really on her, in her personal opinion.

She gasped softly as his fingers brushed against her folds, and he circled her entrance with a finger, watching her closely as she fought to keep her face blank. "Tell me if I'm mistaken, sweetheart, but I do believe that you're missing an essential item of clothing."

She weighed her options for her response, having gotten a lot better over the years at gauging what she could get away with, before she spoke. "You're not mistaken."

"Is there a reason for that?"

She squirmed slightly as he pressed a single finger inside of her, hooking it to brush against her walls. "I'm out."

"Out?"

"Yes."

He cocked his head to the side, a small smirk on his face as he pressed another finger inside of her. "I see."

She took in a sharp breath, her fingernails digging into the soft leather covering the booth, and when the waitress returned, setting their waters and cocktails in front of them, Klaus abruptly pulled his fingers away, making Caroline whimper at the loss.

"Do you need another minute?" the waitress asked, and Klaus nodded.

"Yes. Thank you."

He waited until she was out of earshot before turning to Caroline. "Do you know what you'd like, love?"

"Yeah, I think so."

She was suspicious at his pulling back, and she realized why he'd stopped when he picked an ice cube out of his water glass. He gave her a warning look, the intention for her to stay quiet completely clear, and she spread her legs to let him push the ice inside of her, gasping at the odd feeling of it.

Klaus motioned the waitress over and ordered his food, and she had to fight down her blush as she managed a mostly-smooth, "I'd like the mushroom soup and the penne, please."

She almost gasped audibly as Klaus's hand moved between her legs again, rubbing her clit in steady, rhythmic motions, and she couldn't help a small gasp at the sensation as she felt the pressure in her core build.

"Klaus," she whispered, trying to keep her breathing even as she rolled her hips against his hand. "Please…"

He took his hand away just as she was on the edge, and she knew that her skin was flushed when their first course came.

"Now, love. Tell me what you were planning for tomorrow. Rebekah mentioned some sort of day trip to New York," he said, his fingers moving slowly to rest between her thighs again.

They talked as they usually did, Klaus listening intently to every word out of her mouth even as he grinned when she caught her breath from his fingers moving inside of her under the table before they withdrew just before she tipped over the edge.

"Klaus…" she gasped out once their second course was cleared as he put another ice cube inside of her.

"Perhaps you shouldn't have made it so easy," he said, his lips quirking, and she tried not to glare or roll her eyes, knowing that would just make her punishment when they got back a little bit harsher.

"I'm sorry," she repeated, ignoring the infuriating smirk on his face.

"You'll make it up to me later, I'm sure."

She nodded, not trusting herself not to make a sarcastic comment if she opened her mouth (something she'd never grown out of), and he gave her another small smile, as if he'd read her mind.

When they walked out of the restaurant a half hour later, she stumbled slightly on the carpet by the door, her heel catching on the fabric, swearing under her breath. Klaus's arm caught her around the waist before she could fall, but her dress rode up a bit, showing what she knew must have been just the smallest glimpse of her center, wet from arousal, to a man facing the doorway.

She turned to look at Klaus, who simply pulled her closer, placing a guiding hand on the small of her back as they walked to the car.

He opened the passenger's side for her and she slipped in, buckling her seat belt and waiting for him to speak once he'd closed the driver's side door.

His face was unreadable, and he stayed silent for the entire drive back to their vacation home. Though the drive was only half an hour, it seemed like much longer as Caroline wondered what her punishment would be.

"What rules did you break, Caroline?" he asked as they walked up the front steps, his voice deceptively casual.

"I didn't wear anything under my dress."

"And?"

"And my carelessness caused a stranger to be able to see up my dress when I tripped," she said, following him into the house and closing the door behind them.

"Get ice cubes from the kitchen and bring them to me," he ordered.

She nodded and went to the kitchen to get a glass from the cupboard and get some ice from the freezer, listening as he walked to the bedroom. She set the cup on the side table of the bed and turned to him.

"Strip."

She bit her lip as she reached to tug the zipper of her dress down, ignoring his smirk as he watched, and she managed to wriggle out of it, draping it over the back of a chair and turning back to Klaus, her eyes lowered.

"Lie on the bed for me, love. Wrists together."

She obeyed, her nipples pebbling in the cool air as Klaus carefully tied her wrists with silk, stroking a finger down her arm, making goosebumps appear on her skin, her whole body shivering.

"I was so looking forward to tonight, but I suppose I'll have to change the plan to accommodate you," he said, his voice dripping with mock disappointment. "I was promised obedience, and yet you've failed to deliver. I have very few rules for you, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry, Master," she said, looking up at him with wide, blue eyes. "I didn't mean to disappoint you."

"But you have," he said, his fingers dipping into the glass she'd brought to him and taking an ice cube. "Don't you remember the rules?"

"Yes, Master," she said, eyeing the ice with some trepidation, bracing herself from the sting of cold against her skin.

"Tell me," he ordered before dragging the ice slowly down the skin between her breasts.

She tensed, her lips parting as she gasped at the sensation before she gathered herself.

"Address you properly in private," she said, letting out a small gasp at the end as he brushed the ice over her nipple. "Obey every order you give me without hesitation or question."

"And what did you do against orders?" he asked, leaving the ice to dissolve and picking another cube from the glass, holding it to her other nipple.

"I didn't-I didn't wear anything under my dress," she stuttered, her eyes closing as her back arched.

He pinched her nipple lightly, the motion pleasurable against the almost painful cold against them. "And?"

"And I let people see what belongs to you without your permission," she said quickly, not wanting to trip over her words as he slid another ice cube slowly to brush against the lips of her pussy.

He grinned as he held the ice to her heated, slick skin, and she moaned, her hips moving against his hand, her pussy contracting around the foreign cold sensation.

She was so wound up from his light touches in the restaurant, so ready for him, and she couldn't help but beg as he let his fingertip brush lightly against her entrance.

"Please, Master, I'm sorry…"

"Are you?"

"Yes. I should have told you before we went out," she gasped, letting another moan escape her lips.

"You should have," he agreed, pinching her nipples again before seeming to take pity on her. "Spread your legs for me."

She obeyed immediately, watching him with heated, lustful eyes as he stripped and climbed on top of her, the tip of his hard cock brushing against her folds. He bent to give her a bruising kiss, his lips and teeth marking her skin, the pleasurable pain of it making her moan, her hands straining against her bonds.

Klaus guided himself to her entrance, pressing inside of her, one of his hands cupping her head to tug at her hair while the other squeezed her hip.

The contrast of his body heat to the ice she'd felt just moments before was intense, and Caroline moaned into Klaus's mouth, her legs wrapping around him, trying to draw him in deeper.

He dragged his teeth along her lower lip, sucking the blood he drew away, before beginning to move faster, tugging her hair between his fingers, making her whimper against him, the sting of it making the tightness in her build.

She was pulling at her restraints, needing to feed his skin under her fingers, but he didn't let her, reaching up to grab her wrists to ensure she wouldn't break free. "You are mine, Caroline," he said against her lips between kisses. "You belong to me. I am the only one who can give you this pleasure, the only one who will ever hear you scream for them. Those men in the restaurant that caught just a glimpse of you are all wishing that it was them that had you tied to their bed, moaning their name."

She gasped as he scraped his teeth against her neck, breaking skin, and she let out a strangled moan when he licked her blood away.

"I love the way you clench around my cock, the way you scream my name," he muttered against her skin. "You feel exquisite wrapped around me, did you know that, love?"

She could feel the pressure close to snapping inside of her, was so close to the edge that she just needed one tiny push.

"I'm so close, Master, please make me come."

"Will you be good for me, love?"

"Yes," she gasped, nodding as he moved just a bit faster, but not fast enough to give her relief. "I'll be good for you. I'll do whatever you want. Please, just make me come…"

His stubble brushed against her skin as he smirked, and she cried out as he tugged her hair harshly, the pleasurable pain of it making her clench around him as he sunk his teeth into her neck, drinking from her.

She came around him, crying out as he fucked her hard, her body twisting as she fought to break free of her bonds so that she could scratch his back, stroke his skin, tug at his hair. Anything.

He tipped over the edge with a soft groan of her name after she'd ridden out her release, his face buried in her neck as he came inside of her, and he brushed her hair out of her face as he offered her his wrist, his cock twitching against her thigh when she drank from him, her eyes closing as she relished the sweet, heady taste of his blood.

He tugged the silk from her wrists in one movement, ordering her to turn over, and she did, spreading her legs expectantly, still craving him.

Needing him.


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