A/N This chapter was requested by a reader who wanted to see Klaus lose his mind with jealousy. Ideas are welcome! If there are any types of BDSM you're curious about, speak up! If I don't know about, I can probably find someone who does. Please let me know what you think!
Chapter Ten – I Belong to You
Klaus gritted his teeth together when Lucien sat right next to Caroline. Klaus was at the head of the table and she was seated to his right. Lucien "casually" draped his arm around the back of her plush suede chair and leaned down to stare at her breasts under the guise of looking at her notebook. Klaus had pulled up her black lacy bra just enough for him to see the first half inch of lace at the top of her cups. Lucien was shamelessly staring at her. Caroline pulled her chair forward and cleared her throat. He let his gaze linger for another second before pulling back and opening his briefcase on the table.
The case and their defense were complicated. They had a dozen expert witnesses from various fields testifying for the defense, all of which required careful review and bulletproof question trees. The first witness was an expert in psychotic manifestations. Caroline looked over her notes before addressing the table of lawyers. "I'd like to assume the jurors are reasonably intelligent, but I think we need to being with an explanation of the different types of psychosis."
Lucien interjected, "Oh I don't think we need to burden them with details. Crazy is crazy," he laughed.
Klaus shot Caroline a warning glance when he saw her narrow her eyes. She looked down and took a deep breath before resuming with her "Miss Mystic" smile firmly in place. "Well, you're probably right," she laughed, touching his arm with her manicured fingers. "But I've worked a lot of these cases involving mental illness and I have found it's best to make sure they understand the severity of the illness and the effect it has on criminal intent."
"I agree," Klaus added when Lucien rolled his eyes. "Dr. Fell can explain basics like positive and negative symptoms, current research in neurobiology, different types of Schizophrenia and how it affects cognition, delusions vs hallucinations, clinical paranoia-"
Lucien cut him off, holding up a hand. "That's far too much detail, Mikaelson."
Caroline rolled her chair to face him and smiled. "Oh, I think it's pretty helpful for them to understand why it's such a serious illness. Don't you think, Lucien?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him, her pink tongue briefly licking her lower lip. Klaus eyes narrowed and Caroline felt a sharp pain when he kicked her under the table.
Lucien laughed his annoying, snobby laugh. "Oh, Caroline, it's so cute that you have such an interest in mental illness, but like I said, crazy is crazy, right boys?" he asked, turning to face the half dozen other lawyers in the room. The conversation continued in that manner. Caroline would make suggestions, and Lucien dismissed her while peeking down her shirt at every opportunity. Klaus knew his sub was doing as instructed, but she didn't need to be THAT convincing. She leaned down to adjust the strap on her heel and Lucien got a full view of her cleaveage. When she came back up, she met his gaze and he wiggled his eyebrows at her. She smiled shyly and turned back to her papers.
Klaus had had enough. He pulled out his Galaxy and texted her.
Klaus: You do not belong to him, love. Watch yourself.
Caroline: I'm sorry, Sir. I'm trying to do as you instructed. He's a terrible person.
Klaus: Yes, you seem to be simply miserable in his company.
Caroline: Please tell me you don't think I'm enjoying his massive amount of cologne or wandering eyes.
Klaus: Oh, I don't know, Caroline. You've always been quite the exhibitionist. You don't seem to mind the way he keeps peering down your blouse.
Caroline: Klaus, you dressed me.
Klaus: Yes, I did, because you belong to me and I may do with you as I wish. Put your phone away. He keeps trying to read our messages. BEHAVE!
Caroline: I AM behaving! This is how you told me to behave.
Klaus: Speak to me in that manner again and you will be punished. Put your phone away. Do NOT make me tell you a third time.
Caroline tucked her phone back into her interior jacket pocket and caught Klaus' eye, giving him a small nod. His face was icy as he addressed the group about the neuropsychiatrist who had examined Dahlia. Lucien interrupted him as well. "Etivan, Burpion, Kitapine, they're all the same. Why would anybody need so many?"
Caroline gulped down her frustration before commenting sweetly, "Actually, Ativan is a benzodiazepine and is used for anxiety. She's on Bupropion for depression. Quetiapine is an atypical antipsychotic commonly used in conjunction with antidepressants and anxiolytics," she explained politely.
Lucien glared at her. "It isn't relevant. They aren't doctors. They're jurors."
Klaus narrowed his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek when Caroline leaned forward on her elbows, pressing her breasts together. He kicked her under the table, but she was midsentence. "Like I said before, I like to think they're reasonably intelligent, and Klaus agreed we should have our experts explain details of her treatment."
Lucien reached up and pinched her cheek. Klaus dropped his hand to his lap as it involuntarily formed itself into a fist. Caroline smiled sweetly at him. "It is so adorable that you think the best of everyone." He pulled his hand away, but not before giving her a lecherous wink and running his thumb down her cheek. Klaus ripped his phone out of his pocket when she winked back and smiled. Facing the group, he added, "Since it means so much to our little ray of sunshine, we can let the doctors detail her medications… even if it is ridiculously repetitive," he added with a laugh.
Klaus: What the fuck was that?
Caroline: That was me attempting to get this piece of shit to listen to reason.
Klaus: Yes, I am aware of your intentions. Did you not feel me under the table?
Caroline: How could I miss it?! I am doing what you asked! I was midsentence! I pulled back as soon as he let me!
Klaus: You allowed him to touch you!
Caroline: I didn't ALLOW him, Klaus! He just did it! And it was disgusting, and I need to sanitize my face! It took everything in me not to slap his piggy hand away. Next time he tries it, I will.
Klaus: THERE WILL NOT BE A NEXT TIME, CAROLINE!
Caroline: Tell HIM that!
Klaus: I am telling YOU! Do not offer yourself up to him like that! You are MINE!
Caroline: I didn't offer myself up! You TOLD me not to offer ANY resistance!
Klaus: Yes, I gave you strategies to handle him, but I did not suggest you fall into his arms! What I DO suggest is that you remember who you belong to.
Caroline took a deep breath and let it out slowly so no one would notice her growing frustration. Lucien was a pig and Klaus' jealousy wasn't helping. Her mind was elsewhere when Lucien asked her a question. He called her name and she snapped to attention and smiled wide at him. "I'm sorry. Can you please repeat that?"
Lucien patted her on the thigh so high up that she sucked in a deep breath in surprise. "It's alright, darling. I'm sure we can figure it out," he winked. She nodded her head and smiled her fake smile. He misinterpreted her reaction and gave her thigh a squeeze. Caroline quickly leaned down in the other direction to grab a pen she "dropped." When she came up, Klaus' face was tightly controlled, but his eyes were screaming at her. He was livid, his gaze locked on Lucien's hand. She gulped and crossed her legs, pushing his hand aside.
Klaus: When we break for lunch, you will go to my office and kneel beside my chair behind the desk and wait until I come for you.
Caroline: Klaus, please calm down. You know I didn't want him to do that.
Klaus: Not. Another. Word. I warned you not to let him touch you and when I looked over, he had his hand dangerously close to places no one but me can ever go!
Caroline: Do you think this is fun for me? I HATE THIS!
Klaus: Well you must be quite an actress because I'm quite certain he's planning on taking you home over lunch if the way he keeps checking his watch is any indication.
Caroline: What the fuck, Klaus? Do you really think I would go ANYWHERE with that jackass?
Klaus: Do you want to?
Caroline: What is WRONG with you? Are you out of your goddamn mind?!
Klaus: ENOUGH! You will NEVER speak that to me again or you will regret it. You're in enough trouble.
Caroline: WHY am I in trouble? I AM DOING WHAT YOU ASKED!
Klaus: You're doing more than that, sweetheart.
Caroline: You are UNbelievable!
Caroline was fuming as she set her phone down in her pocket and excused herself to the restroom. She held the sides of the porcelain sink so tightly that her knuckles turned white. It took her several minutes to calm herself down. She plastered her fake smile on and returned to the group, doing her best to focus on the conversation. When she got back to the meeting, she didn't even look at her phone, dropping it in her briefcase.
An hour later, the inside of Klaus' mouth bled when he bit down on it after he called the meeting to an end for their hour lunch break. Lucien twirled Caroline's chair to face him. He tipped her chin up to face him, but she stood up and grabbed her briefcase. He stood up and tucked in his chair. When he followed her to the door, Klaus almost lost it and put that man's head through the wall when he put his hand on the small of Caroline's back, whispering what he really fucking hoped was a simple invitation to a corner café. He stormed past the couple, knocking Lucien in the shoulder. Caroline used it as an opportunity to hurry off to Klaus' office.
Caroline rushed around the corner just in time to see Klaus' face as the elevator doors closed and he was barely hanging on by the looks of it. His mind was elsewhere as he went down to his car and he hadn't even seen her own boiling expression. She seriously considered just walking out until she saw Lucien's profile as he walked along facing a pretty brunette lawyer. Apparently, he had finally taken the hint and moved on to a new target. The blonde barely closed the door behind her in time to avoid being seen. She pulled her hair down from her messy bun and ran her fingers through her hair. She pulled off her jacket and hung it up. She sat on the couch and crossed her arms and legs, barely holding it together herself.
After a couple of minutes of waiting, Caroline was seething and pulled out her Galaxy to text Klaus that she was leaving, and he could fuck off. Katerina was in town and the thought of running to her best friend sounded amazing right now. The furious lawyer expected to find a thousand screaming texts but was surprised to find only one and it was timestamped two minutes before they broke for lunch.
Klaus: Setting your phone aside was probably wise. I am aware Lucien Castle is the scum of the earth. We will discuss this in my office. Please wait for me. I'll return soon. I love you.
Caroline: I fucking hate him and I hate this fucking case and I hate your fucking jealousy… but yes, I will wait because we definitely need to talk. I love you, too.
Caroline sighed and threw her head back against the soft leather couch. She closed her eyes and took several long, deep breaths. By the time Klaus walked back in five minutes later, her heart rate was back to normal. When he walked in, he was facing his desk and immediately saw she was not waiting on her knees as instructed. He turned around and Caroline saw the momentary panic in his eyes before he saw her. If she hadn't known him so well, she would have missed his look of utter terror when he thought she wasn't there. He sat down on the couch to face her and pulled her into his arms without a word about where she was waiting. She wrapped her arms around his lower back and buried her face in his chest.
They couple sat there for several minutes and held each other. Klaus kissed the top of her head before he finally spoke. "I should not have asked you to demean yourself. Yes, this is a high-profile case, but I can't stand seeing any man who isn't ME looking at you like that, and when he touched you, I wanted to end him," he said, vitriol on the last words. "You are mine, Caroline. You belong to me. No one else can have you," he stated calmly. It was a fact. She was his and he wasn't ever giving her up. "I love you," he whispered into her ear before kissing below it.
Klaus pulled her tighter and kissed her deeply. She pulled back long enough to say, "I love you, too." He kissed her again. "I know how h-"
Klaus shook his head and wound his fingers in her messy curls. "No more talking. I'm going to remind you why you gave yourself to me, princess." Caroline barely had time to nod her head before he was on top of her on the couch, hands pinned over her head. They negotiated every three months and discussed everything in great detail. They'd never had a true fight before. For Klaus, it was overwhelming. He felt his heart stop when he didn't see her by his desk. This wasn't about reminding Caroline of anything. This was reminding himself why he couldn't act the way he had and still have her in his life. He needed to touch and feel and control every inch of her.
Klaus pinned her down with his weight as he attacked her mouth. They both love rough sex, but this was beyond that. Caroline had had more sex with him than anyone else in her entire life, but it had never been like this. This was desperation. He ripped her shirt open, the buttons popping off and scattering around the floor. He pulled her up to him and tugged her shirt off her arms. He held her tight, pinning her wrists behind her back. He attacked her breasts with hard bites and kisses. He growled deep in his throat and ripped her bra open with his teeth, shocking her. She gasped and he pulled her bra off and slammed her down on the couch, throwing his full weight on her.
"Quiet," he ordered in between kisses. He ripped off his tie and used it to bind her wrists above her head. "Keep them there," he ordered, biting her nipple hard. She groaned at the sudden pain and he kneeled up, caging her in with his arms on either side of her head. "I said QUIET," he growled, attacking her mouth again. She nodded her head frantically. He bit her lower lip hard and sucked it in between his teeth. He had never been this aggressive before… but she liked it. She knew how much he needed this… because she did, too.
It disgusted her to see Lucien staring at her the way a lion would stare at an antelope. Klaus ravished her in many, many ways, often painful, but there was always a tenderness to his touch. He loved her. She wasn't an object to him. He Owned her, yes, but she was his most precious possession. He ripped down the zipper on the side of her skirt and jumped up to pull it off and he tossed it across the room, not caring where it landed. He attacked her thighs with hard bites. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out.
Klaus bit his way up her legs aggressively, sometimes soothing the bite with his tongue, sometimes just biting and moving on. When he got to her pussy, he pulled her panties aside with his teeth and attacked her clit with his tongue, causing her to cry out. He was immediately on top of her again, scolding her. "I warned you to keep quiet, princess," he whispered, his tone husky with need. "Now I'm going to help you do as you're told," he said forcefully, ripping her panties off of her and shredding the thin lace in the process. He propped himself up on his elbow and raised her panties to her shocked face. "These are soaked," he commented. "Is that for me or for him, hmmm?"
"You!" she whispered as loud as she could.
Klaus stared into her eyes and firmly growled, "Who do you belong to, Caroline?"
"You, you, only you, Sir!" she replied frantically.
Suddenly Caroline's head was yanked forward by her hair, her back resting on the side cushion of the couch. Klaus tied her ripped panties around her face, most of the fabric in her mouth. He yanked her head back down and slid her down on the couch beneath him. He forcefully turned her head so that she faced him from below. The aggressive look in her eyes made her pussy clench and drip. "When I give you a command, you will obey me completely. Understood?" He moved her head up and down by the fist in her hair. "Good girl," he praised as he fell on top of her, biting her neck hard.
Caroline squirmed beneath him, aroused beyond the beyond. She wanted him to claim her, to mark his territory, to lose himself in her as she lost herself in him. He pinched her nipples hard, biting them one after the other on the way down to her pussy. Kneeling on the floor, he licked her clit from above before ordering her, "Spread your legs and do not move." She nodded, hearing the warning in his voice. He pulled his deep purple silk handerchief from his jacket pocket and tucked it into his back pocket. "I'm saving this," he told her as he pulled off his jacket, revealing his matching silk deep purple shirt. Caroline could only image what he had in store for her with that.
Klaus' mouth was on her pussy in an instant. He swirled his tongue around her clit at full speed. He smirked as he ate her out, thinking of what he had planned for the rest of the meeting. He was going to torture her… but he needed to pleasure her first. She was going to need it he thought with an evil grin as he bit her clit. She threw her head back and bit down on her ruined panties, tasting herself on to silk. He shoved two fingers deep, deep inside of her and fucked her hard and fast, his pace brutal. "Come," he spit out as fast as possible. He sucked her clit hard and flicked it over and over with his tongue as she convulsed all around his fingers.
Klaus slowly pulled out his fingers and helped her come down with gentle licks to her pussy, tasting the inside of her enough to make his cock twitch. He wanted to fuck her hard and fast, but he wanted to eat her more. She moaned from behind her panties when he moved his tongue down to her anus, one finger flicking her pulsing clit. He attacked her ass with his tongue and lips, circling her clit faster and faster. "Come, Caroline," he growled out, shoving three fingers into her thrumming pussy hard and fast. He hooked his fingers and hit her in her favorite spot as he sucked hard, flicking his tongue around her anus.
Again, he helped her come back down. He looked up to her flushed face, panties between her perfect white teeth. "Who Owns you?" he asked, his tone strict.
"You do, Sir," she mumbled from behind her filthy gag.
"Good girl," he praised, watching her eyes close in delight as he pushed a finger into her ass, wiggling it around the way he knew drew her crazy. He attacked her pussy with his tongue, rapidly darting in and out of her, tasting her. He was nowhere near finished. Lunch break was just the beginning. It was going to be a long afternoon for his little toy. He added a second finger and began thrusting in and out hard and fast. Her knees were shaking, and he stilled them with his hands, popping up to look directly in her eyes. "Do NOT move," he warned. She nodded her head, gulping.
Satisfied, he returned his fingers to her ass and fucked her deeply while sucking her clit again. Her whole body was trembling as she flew higher and higher. "Come," he growled, attacking her clit. He shoved three fingers in her pussy and moved both hands as fast as he could. Her clit was throbbing around his skilled tongue. She came hard, soaking his hands in hot, sticky arousal. She threw her head back and groaned, straining against the tie binding her wrists. He suddenly pumped hard into her ass as she came back down, and she jumped. She accidentally knocked the lamp on the side table over and it crashed onto the floor, porcelain scattering everywhere.
Before she knew what was happening, Klaus ripped her up and threw her over his shoulder. He slapped her hard on the ass and then kissed the remaining handprint. "Glad you're enjoying yourself, sweetheart," he teased as he pushed her upper body down on his desk, papers flying everywhere. He ran his nails lightly up and down her back and kissed her gently from the back of her neck to her beautiful face. He kissed her on the lips, tasting her panties. He smiled affectionately at her, dimples in place. She seemed to relax a bit and he grinned evilly. She knew that face. He was up to something. "I'm going to do this as quietly as I can, but no matter what, do NOT cry out," he warned, kissing just below her ear.
Caroline felt him untie her wrists and reposition them behind her back, tying the knot tight. He grabbed a small pillow from the couch and put the soft velvet beneath her head. He nudged her feet further apart with the toe of his shiny $2,000 Italian leather shoes. He reached between her legs and pumped in and out of her pussy playfully, making her moan. He suddenly stole his hands away. Caroline heard a sound she knew well but didn't often hear in the office. It was the sound of a buckle followed by a whoosh as he pulled off his fine leather belt and folded it in half. He gently ran it down her spine to her ass and all the way down to her calves before caressing it all the way back up. He tapped her lightly all over her ass as he warmed her up. She relaxed her body and let her eyes fall closed as the erotic sensations overwhelmed her. He ran it down between her legs and teased her lips with it, gliding it gently up and down. He had never hit her there and never would. That was for pleasure only.
Caroline jumped when he hit her harder on the ass. Klaus rubbed his hand softly over the mark as he looked at her face for signs of distress. She had her eyes closed a small smile behind the panties. He smiled, too, before stepping back and smacking her. He tsked her when he saw her wiggling her thighs together at their apex. He nudged her legs further apart in warning. He pulled back and smacked her with the belt again. She moaned in delight at the mild pain. He continued to work her over until she was whimpering, her thighs coated in arousal. He stepped back and hit her several times hard on each cheek, leaving bright red stripes in his wake. She groaned with the effort of keeping her legs apart.
Klaus tossed the belt aside and was instantly on top of her, caressing her skin and kissing her shoulders. "Good girl," he praised, his voice warm. She hummed happily at the compliment and he kissed her cheek. "Good girls get good things," he whispered, his tone naughty. "As a reward, you may come as soon as you're ready… and then I'm going to fuck you senseless," he promised as he shoved three fingers in her pussy, his thumb circling her clit. She moaned behind gritted teeth and buried her face in the velvet pillow. He brutally fucked her with his fingers as he gently kissed her neck and shoulders, his free hand softly caressing her bound wrists.
Caroline whimpered in time with his fingers and he knew she was close. He took one bound hand in his and held it tight as he hooked his fingers to hit the spot he knew caused a waterfall. He hit the spot over and over as she cried out into the pillow, her orgasm tearing her apart. Her legs were trembling as she shattered beneath him. Liquid flowed out of her in a hot, sticky gush. He kept pumping her until she finally stilled, his fingers gradually slowing down. He kissed the back of her neck before standing up.
Klaus walked over to the side of his desk so he could see her face. He crouched down to pick up a stack of sticky papers. He looked at her, mock anger on his face. "You ruined my contracts, Caroline." She whimpered what was probably an apology from behind her panties. "Hmmm…." he teased, contemplating what to do with her. "You ruined my paperwork and you broke my lamp. What to do with you…" he teased, walking around the desk like a lion circling it's prey. He walked around behind her and tapped her on the ass, making her giggle at his playfulness. She knew he didn't give a damn about the lamp or paperwork. He just wanted an excuse to torment her, not that he needed one. "Remind me, love… Who do you belong to?" he asked playfully. She mumbled from behind her panties that he did. "Good girl," he praised, patting her ass again.
"Well," he began, "since you don't seem to have any regard for how I have my things arranged, I suppose there's no reason for you to keep your eyesight, then." She grinned as he pulled the purple handkerchief from his back pocket and tied it around her eyes, blinding her. He took a step back to admire her. She was blindfolded, bound and bent over his desk, her permanently bald pussy dripping just for him. She was his. He unzipped his suit pants and pulled his hard cock out of his boxers and pushed his button-down shirt aside. He teased her clit with the head of his thick cock before pushing into her. He gripped her hips and groaned at the wet warmth enveloping him, his eyes rolling shut. He pushed all the way in and paused a moment to enjoy the feeling of her pussy. He suddenly pulled all the way out and slammed all the way back in, making her jump and bite down hard on her panties to keep quiet. "Good girl," he praised at her silence. "Who do you belong to?" he asked with a smirk. He patted her on the butt when she said something that might have been his name.
Klaus repeated the same move, sending shockwaves to her clit each time he made her jump. He smirked, lightly smacking her ass and then caressing it up and down over the welts. He pulled out and pushed slowly into her anus, making her bury her face in the pillow and groan at her favorite sensation. He slid all the way in and then moved all the way out, allowing her anus to open and close each time he penetrated her. He dug his nails into her hip on one side and slipped his hand between her legs to tease her clit with the tip of a single finger, making her squirm.
Caroline moaned and whimpered as he sped up his thrusts little by little. He could have done this all day, but a glance at the clock told him they had only 15 minutes left. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back as he focused all his attention on the feeling of his throbbing cock in her hot, tight ass. He wasn't going to last that long, anyway. He moved his hips faster, burying himself deep into her over and over and over. He added a second finger to her clit as he felt her thighs shaking. "I want your thighs coated when we go back in. I'm going to fuck your ass deep and fast and I want you to be a good girl and come as hard as you can. Can you do that for me, princess?" he managed to choke out, his voice a husky whisper.
Klaus began fucking her hard and fast, going in all the way to the base of his cock before pulling almost all the way out and ravishing her ass. He swirled his fingers at rapid speed around her clit as he felt her fall off the edge. Liquid flowed all the way down to her ankles as she came hard for him just like he wanted. She loved being a good girl and making him proud. He continued fucking her until she was completely done before swiftly pulling out and ramming himself into her pussy. "One last time, princess, when you're ready," he panted. She whimpered into the pillow, tears rolling down her face and onto the soft velvet. How was she going to come again?!
Caroline closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of his thick cock in her hot pussy before shaking her head, whimpering. "No? Don't you like coming on my cock, love?" She looked back at him and groaned, her forehead wrinkling. "Are you sure you don't want to come anymore?" She gulped. That was a loaded question. If she said no, he wouldn't let her come again for a very, very long time. If she said yes, he would expect her to do so right now and she wasn't sure if she could. Grinning at her predicament, he offered a solution. "How about just once more… for me?" he asked, giving her puppy dog eyes. She whimpered and reluctantly nodded her head.
Klaus gripped both of her hips, violently pulling her to him with every brutal thrust and he took her on his office desk from behind. His own knees were beginning to shake. She needed to hurry up. He dug his nails into her, and she moaned. He dragged them down her hips, leaving deep red marks behind. He shifted his foot a bit to hit her in a new spot and repeated his scratching. That was all she needed as she exploded all around him. He fucked her as hard as he possibly could against the desk until he found his own release, filling her with hot, sticky cum. He collapsed on top of her, both of their chests heaving. "I love you," he whispered into the back of her neck, his forehead resting on top of her blonde locks.
Caroline was barely conscious and moaned out a soft, "I love you, too." After he caught his own breath, he pulled out of her slowly and tucked his cock back in his pants and fixed his shirt. Thankfully, this wasn't the first time he'd destroyed her clothes in his office. He walked over the his closet and pulled out a new shirt for her. He set it on the couch and moved behind her. He gently untied her wrists and put his tie back on. He pulled his jacket on and removed the handkerchief and tucked it neatly back in his pocket. As for Caroline, he picked her up and carried her over to the couch, cuddling her naked body against his chest. He kissed her head as she snuggled into his chest. He pulled out his phone and checked the time: five minutes left. He cast a sideways glance at her and sent everyone a text that he was on an urgent conference call and they would resume in an hour. There was no way he could make her get up after all of that.
Klaus pulled a plush blanket from the basket besides the couch and wrapped her up. She was in subspace and blissfully unaware of the time. It was his job to make sure she was taken care of. He loved this part, having her naked in his arms so deeply in love with him. He gently caressed her back up and down as she rested her head against his chest. Tonight was the night. He had been thinking about it for months. He just needed to get up the nerve to do it. He knew she would say yes. She already said she was his… repeatedly. His kissed the top of her head and set an alarm for 50 minutes before shutting his eyes as well.
Caroline opened her eyes and sat up in his lap when the alarm went off. She stretched her arms and groaned at the soreness in her body. The blanket fell to her waist and revealed her bare chest. Klaus silenced the alarm and playfully tugged a nipple to bring her face to his. She leaned in and kissing him lightly on the lips. "Hi," she said with a shy smile.
Klaus smirked. She was adorable when she came back to earth. "Hello, love," he greeted, blinking the sleep from his own eyes. She was exhausting for him, too. "Feeling alright?" he asked seriously, caressing her cheek with his thumb.
Caroline nodded her head. "Mmmhmm," she mumbled her assent. "Just a little naked," she laughed, prompting him to tug her other nipple to him so he could kiss her again, this time with a little tongue. "Coffee would also be good," she said, nodding her head.
"Alright, off you pop," he instructed, patting her on the thigh. She hopped up and stretched again, the air filling with the scent of their mixed arousal. Klaus cocked his head to the side and looked at the fluids that dried on her inner thighs and down to her ankles. "Put on stockings, but don't wipe anything away. I want you to know to whom you belong." He smirked as she walked over to the closet and pulled a pair of sheer stocking out of the top drawer of his filing cabinet. There weren't any files left in that drawer. It slowly filled up with nefarious items throughout the course of their relationship. He liked to be prepared. "Who owns you, Caroline?" he asked playfully, smiling when she grinned at him.
"You Own me, Sir," she replied obediently, smiling like an idiot.
"Good girl," he praised. He watched her as she shimmied into sexy lingerie and a black skirt suit and deep red silky button-down blouse. She sat down next to him to pull off her shoes and pulled up the stockings. She replaced them and stood to smooth out her suit. She piled her hair on top of her head in a messy bun. She walked over to the closet and pulled out a make-up bag to avoid walking into the board room with porn star mascara lines all over her face. A few minutes later, she turned to face him, smiling. He smirked his evil smirk and her face fell into a suspicious glare. He held his hand out to her and she took it. He walked her back to the desk, the papers now stacked on the other side of the mahogany top. "Bend over and spread your legs. Good girl," he said when she did as she was told.
Klaus opened his briefcase and pulled out a black velvet bag with a bright pink KK embroidered in silk. She gulped, wondering what the hell her best friend had done now. Klaus stepped behind her, blocking her view. She knew this game. Whatever he had planned, he wasn't going to tell her. She would figure it out. She breathed in the spell of cinnamon lubricant and her pussy clenched. What was he doing? Hadn't he said one last time? Did he mean one last time for the HOUR? She groaned, knowing whatever he had planned was going to be both amazing and horrible at the same time. She felt the familiar sensation of a large silicone princess butt plug entering her anus. She breathed out a sigh of relief. He made her wear those a couple of times a week, so she was accustomed to it.
Klaus smirked when he saw her shoulders relax as he pushed it all the way in. He waited a moment and gently rubbed her back. She took a deep breath and relaxed at his calming touch. She was a little sore after he fucked her ass, but this wouldn't be too bad, and they only had a few hours left in the day. He stroked her beautiful cheek with his thumb, and she smiled at the gentle contact. Unfortunately for her, her eyes were closed, and she missed his evil smile. Suddenly, she felt something soft slip in her pussy, his fingers pushing it in as deep as it would go. He pulled her panties back in place and patted her on the ass. "Up you go," he said, helping her up. She smoothed down her clothes and adjusted to the strange, full feeling.
Caroline looked at him skeptically. "Are you going to tell me what that was, Sir?"
Klaus smirked, his expression devious. He kissed her lightly on the lips. "Just something to remind you belong to, sweetheart," he said, smiling with his dimples. "And who is it that Owns you?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.
Caroline stood on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. "You Own me, Sir," she whispered, lips on lips.
Klaus wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled his head into her neck, nipping her a few times. "Good girl," he praised. They both took a deep, preparatory breath. "Ready?" he asked, hand on the door. She nodded, her face suddenly serious. "I'll go first and text you when the coast is clear," he instructed, nodding his head at her in return. He walked out, closing the door behind him. Caroline reapplied her lipstick and checked her appearance in the full-length mirror on the back of his door one last time. Her phone buzzed with his texts.
Klaus: You may come now.
Caroline blew out one last breath and headed back to the boardroom. Klaus pulled out the chair to his left and nodded at it, seating her across from Lucien. The smarmy slime ball turned to smile at her. "Hello, beautiful. Why so far away?" he asked teasingly.
"The sun is going to set and it's really pretty. I like to watch it through the window," she replied quickly. Klaus nodded his head, impressed with her smart explanation.
Lucien wasn't deterred. "I'm sure it's the 'sunset' you'll be watching, eh?" he teased, making finger quotes and throwing her a wink. Caroline wisely didn't respond to his advances. Her phone buzzed in her jacket and she pulled it out to read a text from her boyfriend.
Klaus: Actually, I take that back. Don't come, Caroline.
Caroline: What does that mean?
Klaus: You'll find out if you're not careful. Put the phone away.
Caroline did as she was told, a sense of foreboding filling her chest. He was up to absolutely no good. The pretty brunette began presenting evidence her expert witness would testify about to the group. Lucien kept sending her sideway glances and she politely forced a smile back. She suddenly gasped when something vibrated inside of her. She quickly covered it with a cough. "Are you alright, beautiful? Need a drink? I know where we can grab one over dinner," Lucien whispered across the table. A second buzzing started inside of her and she gritted her teeth behind her fake smile.
"I'm fine, thanks," she whispered back, immediately pulling out her phone.
Caroline: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!
Klaus: Excuse me?
Caroline bit her lower lip as one of the buzzing items increased its speed.
Caroline: What the fuck is that, SIR?
Klaus: That isn't any better, Caroline.
Caroline had to take another sip of water when she "coughed" again as the buzzing increased in the other item.
Caroline: "Sir, will you PLEASE turn off whatever that is? Please, Sir. PLEASE."
Klaus: Are you going to behave?
Caroline: Yes Sir.
Klaus: Good girl.
When the buzzing didn't stop, Caroline cast a quick glance at Klaus, but he just smiled at her with his dimples and nodded his head in the direction of the brunette. Caroline shot him a desperate look, but he still smiled. She stifled a groan and crossed her legs, turning back to the discussion. She could feel heat rising in her cheeks and she was sure she looked feverish.
Caroline: Sir, please, please, please at least turn these things down… whatever they are.
Klaus: You can thank Katerina for them. Custom order, you know. It was lovely of her to accommodate my request for remote controlled "things."
Caroline: Please, Klaus. This is torture. Please do not make me come in front of all of these people. I don't know if I can handle it.
Klaus: You will NOT come, Caroline. Are we clear?
Caroline: Yes Sir… please turn them down. Please.
Klaus: Oh, alright, if you insist.
Caroline: Jesus Christ. Thank you, Sir.
Klaus slowly dimmed down the remote inside his pants pocket until the butt plug stopped, but he left the egg vibrator he put in her pussy on low just to torment her. He saw her gulp and shift her legs. He shot her a warning glare and she slowly blew out a long breath as she regained her composure. As soon as Lucien asked her a question and she smiled in his direction, the butt plug vibrated at full force, making her bite her tongue so hard it bled. Klaus narrowed his eyes at her. She kept her answer short and turned her head to face the lawyer next to her and passed the question off to him. Klaus patted her thigh under the table and turned the plug down to low, leaving both of them slightly vibrating inside of her.
Over the next two hours, Klaus repeatedly shocked her with sudden hard vibrations from one every time she looked at Lucien and used both at the same time when she answered him. He saw her fist fall to her lap as she dug her nails into her flesh, her jaw locked tight. He had to sip his own water to hide the gleeful expression on his face when he randomly turned the egg up for absolutely no reason. He left it up until he saw little beads of sweat rolling down from her temple to her neck. She looked at him, her face desperate for relief. He couldn't resist picking up his phone after dropping the egg and turning up the plug.
Klaus: What's that look for, princess? Is something the matter? I'm very concerned.
Caroline: Sir, please….
Klaus: Please what? What is it that you need?
Caroline: I need to come, Sir. Badly.
Klaus: Here? In front of all of these people? I know you like an audience, princess, but this is where we work. Do try and show a little restraint.
Caroline: NO! I DO NOT WANT TO COME HERE!
Klaus: That's what I thought. I mean, you clearly told me you didn't want to come anymore and came one last time to satisfy me. I'm pleased that you did that to make me happy, but it is not my wish to make you unhappy. You don't have to come since you don't want to. I won't make you. See how much I love you? Put the phone away.
Caroline was stimulated beyond reason. She was getting dizzy, her chest heaving as much as she dared under her jacket, her nipples hard against her bra. She pulled her jacket over her chest to hide the stiff little buds from Lucien's filthy glances. She checked her watch over and over and each time she did it, Klaus had to bite down a grin. She was in hell and he was the devil in disguise. Caroline was squirming in her seat, desperate for relief. Klaus loved it. This was the best purchase of his entire life… apart from one other item in his office.
Finally, the team wrapped up for the day. Caroline sat back and blew out a deep breath and her colleagues began filing out of the boardroom. She closed her eyes for a brief moment before sitting bolt upright when both devices buzzed full strength. She snapped them wide open to find Lucien staring at her. "You really do look like you need that drink, Caroline. This case must be very stressful for you," he added condescendingly. She smiled at him and stood up. Klaus was immediately at her side, stealthily checking her legs to make sure she could stand. "I'll get you something fruity over dinner," he offered, although it came out as a command, making Klaus grind his teeth.
Caroline couldn't even form words, her mouth falling open. Klaus mercifully interjected, saving her. "She isn't available." He turned and glared at her menacingly. "We need to discuss the Augustine case before you even think about leaving this building, Miss Forbes," he said in his best boss voice. "I am aware how hard you've been trying, but you obviously need my assistance. My office. Now," he ordered, pointing out the door. She wasted no time turning on her heel and currying to his office, both buzzes still set to high. Klaus turned to Lucien and rolled his eyes. "Women. They really just can't figure out what it is they want in life and it always falls to us, right mate?" he asked, his tone exasperated. He rolled his eyes again before Lucien could open his mouth and turned, shaking his head as he walked off.
The minute Klaus walked out of the boardroom and found the hallway empty, his face lit up like a toddler on Christmas. He practically skipped to his office in excitement. When he walked in, Caroline was laying on her side on the couch, her shoes kicked off. She was curled up in a little ball, arms wrapped around her legs and her knees at her throat, her face buried in between. She was shaking. He covered his mouth with his fist to hide his chuckled and she looked up at him with a look of such hatred that he lost it and laughed so hard he couldn't hardly breath. She pulled the velvet pillow to her face and screamed into to muffle the sound, although almost everyone was gone and definitely everyone on their top floor.
Klaus finally composed himself and wiped a tear away. He sat down next to her and looked at her so smugly that she wanted to slap the grin right off his face. "Problems, princess?" he asked in mock sincerity, smile glued in place, as he pulled her up next to him, arms still around her knees.
Caroline opened her mouth to snap at him, but she choked out a sob instead and tears started streaming down her face. Klaus' smile faded and his expression filled with concern. He put a hand on her shoulder and tilted her chin to face him. "Do you need to call it, Caroline?" he asked, his tone dead serious. Caroline's face was blank as she considered it. He pulled the remote out of his pocket and turned both items off and pulled her to him. He kissed her forehead. "We can stop. It's alright," he whispered, kissing her temple.
Caroline sniffles and leaned into his embrace for a minute as her breathing slowed. Part of her did want to stop and she had no doubt that it would be alright with him… but she also really, really wanted that orgasm. She NEEDED that orgasm. She knew she'd have to beg for it, but that had never stopped her before, so what the hell? She looked up at him and he wiped a tear black with mascara from her cheek. She sniffled again and slowly shook her head. "No, I don't want to call it, Sir. I want to play," she said softly.
Klaus' eyebrows flew up in surprise. "Are you absolutely sure? It's not a problem if you want to go home. You can pick a stupid movie and we'll order in," he promised, even though he almost never let her pick the movie. In his opinion, she had terrible taste. In her opinion, he needed to lighten up. Feeding a diabetic horse pizza, candy and Funyuns was hilarious. What was wrong with him that he couldn't see that?
Caroline nodded again, wiping a tear away herself and offering up a wet smile. "Yeah, I'm sure… Sir," he whispered into his ear before pulling back to give him her own devious smirk.
Klaus' face lit up again and it was Christmas in July. "Excellent," he said happily, kissing her cheek. He flicked up both vibrators to high and laughed when she jumped. He sat back against the couch and put his arms on the edge as she moaned into her knees. She looked up at him pathetically, her face desperate for relief. He nodded his head for her to stand up. "Strip," he ordered calmly, his face gleeful. She swore every Dominant she knew had that same smug grin. Did they have a club or something where they sat around a round table teaching each other to be evil?
Caroline quickly took off her jacket and her hands flew to her top button, but she slowed down at Klaus' warning glare, his eyebrow raising. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it wide open before letting it fall off her arms. She obediently reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, tossing it aside. She turned to unzip her skirt with her back facing him so he could stare at her ass and she belt all the way over to let it pool at her feet. She turned back to face him and slowly pulled her panties off, blowing out a sigh of relief, her chest heaving.
"Kneel," he commanded nodded at the floor by his knees. Caroline knelt down at his feet and he affectionately tucked a runaway tendril behind her ear and caressed her cheek. She whimpered painfully and leaned into his touch, closing her eyes and accepting the comforting gesture. He stroked her temple as she writhed around, trying so hard to be still for him. "You're such a good girl, Caroline," he praised, his voice soft. She rested her cheek in his hand and opened her blue eyes to look at him, lower lip between her teeth. "I love you," he said seriously, making eye contact. "There's no one I've ever loved more than you, Caroline."
Caroline sniffed and more tears fell as she laughed. "You have a funny way of showing it!" she teased. He smirked evilly down at his favorite victim. "I love you, too," she said sincerely.
Klaus leaned forward and kissed her forehead. Looking her eyes, he whispered, "Who Owns you?"
"You Own me, Sir," she said happily, the love evident in her voice and on her face.
"Good girl," he praised, standing up. He walked over to his desk and snapped his fingers, pointing next to him. She knelt up on her knees to get up but stilled when she saw his stern expression and slow head shake. Without a word, she crawled next to the desk and knelt obediently before him. He smiled down at her with his devious dimples. "How badly do you need to come, Caroline?"
"Very badly! PLEASE let me come, Sir. Please for the love of God!" she begged on her knees.
Klaus cocked his head to the side. "I don't know… I'm not convinced," he told her infuriatingly, hopping up on the desk while she looked up at him from the carpet. She whimpered. "I suppose you'll have to convince me," he taunted with a wicked grin.
Caroline groaned and curled into a ball, her head resting on her knees and her hands on the back of her neck. After a minute, she looked up at him pathetically. "Please let me come, Sir. PLEASE. Please. I need to. I NEED to! You've been torturing me for hours and I've taken all of it! I've tried so hard to be a good girl for you," she said, sobbing in frustration. He mock sighed at her plight and handed her his handkerchief, unconvinced. She used it to blow her nose and wipe the mascara and tears off her face, her legs shaking. She sniffed and looked up at him. "What do you want me to do?" she asked quietly, her voice shaking. "Just tell me what you want, and I'll do anything, please. Please just let me come. PLEASE!" she shouted at the end, bursting into tears.
Klaus smiled ear to ear. "Anything?" he asked, raising an eyebrow? She knew it was probably a mistake and that he had something planned, but she was so desperate she nodded her head. Deep down she knew he would never do anything she didn't want at least to some extent. He loved to push… and push… and push… but at the end of the day, he knew when to stop pushing. He smirked before tossing his jacket aside and unzipping his fly, freeing his hard cock. It had been hard all afternoon. Keeping his own focus on the meeting had been a challenge even for him. He snapped his fingers for her to kneel up, which she did immediately, thighs shaking. He caressed her cheek and held her chin in him palm, facing her up to meet his eyes. "Remember that promise, Caroline," he said seriously, all traces of humor temporarily gone. She turned her head and tenderly kissed the inside of his wrist. "Good girl. Open your mouth and suck my cock the way I like it," he instructed.
Caroline immediately took his cock into the back of her throat and bobbed up and down obediently, hitting all the spots he liked. "You may use your hands," he added. He groaned and wound his hands into her hair when she cupped his balls and gently tugged one into her mouth, stroking his cock with her other hand. He pulled her mouth back onto his cock and thrust himself down her throat. She moaned when the egg hit a sensitive spot and her hum was nearly his undoing. "How badly do you want it, Caroline?" he choked out, pulling her head up to face him by pulling her hair tight around his fists.
Caroline pulled off his cock and nearly screamed, "BADLY! PLEASE please please please please Sir, PLEASE! I need to come! Please for the love of God let me come!" she begged.
Klaus forcefully yanked her up by the hair and picked her up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist when he attacked her mouth with his. He dominated their kiss, owning her mouth. He reached in between them and pulled out the egg and plug, tossing them aside. He pulled out the remote and clicked it off, also casting it aside. He spun them around and slammed her down on the desk, literally jumping on top of her. His tongue entered her mouth a split second before he thrust his cock into her.
Caroline gasped and threw her head back, shouting at him. "KLAUS! Oh my God! Please please please make me come! Please, Sir! God, that feels so amazing! FUCK!" She screamed out the last word as he drilled into her over and over. "Fuck me harder, please please please," she chanted, dragging her nails down his back. He growled into her neck and bit her hard in warning. She pulled up her nails and fisted her fingers into her palm, clutching his back instead. "Sorry, sorry, sorry Sir. Please don't stop… don't… stop… please… please… let… me… come…" she panted in between heaving breaths, her nipples scraping against the buttons on his shirt.
Klaus looked down at her, eyes on hers. "Who do you belong to, Caroline?"
Without hesitation, Caroline shouted, "I BELONG TO YOU KLAUS MIKAELSON!"
"Good girl," he whispered onto her lips before kissing her with as much love as he could. "I love you," he added in between kisses.
Caroline vehemently nodded her head in agreement, barely choking out, "I love you, too," before Klaus angled up to hit her in the perfect spot to make her screamed and throw her head back, pulling him tighter to her with her legs around his muscular back.
Klaus pounded into her hard and fast, overwhelming her senses along with his own. "Come for me, princess," he said into her mouth before swirling his tongue around hers as their lips pressed together. She screamed into his mouth as she shattered, liquid gushing around his thrusting cock. It was the longest orgasm of her life already and he did everything to prolong it. He fucked her in all the right spots to keep her going. She screamed for so long she ran out of breath and gasped for air, her back arching and her head thrown back. He held her tight and fucked her in a punishing rhythm until he finally felt her slowing down. He pumped into her deep and hard until he spilled his seed inside of her, not stopping his thrusts until they were both heaving in each other's arms.
Klaus pushed up on his arms and forced himself to stand. He zipped his fly, leaving his shirt half untucked. Caroline was laying on the desk, eyes closed, breathing heavy. He opened the top drawer of his desk as quietly as he could and quickly slipped something in his pocket. He picked up her naked body and once again carried her to the couch. He wrapped her up in her blanket and sat her on his lap, kissing her temple softly.
Caroline took almost an hour to come back to him… but in the end, she always came back. She opened her eyes and smiled at him, still sleepy. He kissed her nose and they exchanged their usual greetings. She rested her head on his shoulder and kissed his cheek while he rubbed her back with his palm. She sighed happily when she saw the soft expression on his face. He looked… different… almost shy… and vulnerable? Her observation wasn't lost on him. He looked down for a moment to gather up his courage before meeting her eyes from under his long lashes. "Do you remember the part where you said you would do anything to make me happy, sweetheart?"
Caroline narrowed her eyes, looking him up and down for signs of some plot to torture her. He smiled slightly, dimples barely visible. Slowly, she nodded her head in affirmation. "Yeah, I remember, Sir."
Klaus kissed her forehead again before meeting her eyes. "It would make me very happy if you allowed me to collar you and formally name you as my own," he said softly. Caroline's eyebrows shot up. She had been under consideration for a year and a half. This was a huge step. She threw her arms around him and straddled him, kissing him deeply. Normally, he wouldn't have let her get away with jumping on him like that, but it was a special occasion. He pulled back, laughing. "I take it you accept my offer then?"
Caroline threw her head back and laughed, the blanket falling to her waist. "YES! Yes, I accept your offer! Please! Name me! Make me yours!" she shouted, kissing him again.
Klaus' face lit up when he pulled back to see her beaming at him. There was only one thing left to do… Smiling happily, he tucked a curl behind her ear and looked into her eyes. "Do you remember what I told you about collaring ceremonies?" he asked seriously.
Caroline nodded her head. "Of course, I do. They're like weddings because a collar is forever, right?" she asked enthusiastically.
Klaus nodded. "Indeed. We'll have the ceremony at the dungeon and I'm quite certain Katerina will want some input," he added with a grin when Caroline rolled her eyes. Of course, Kat would. She had probably designed the collar a year ago. "It's a celebration for you, and for me, and for our community."
"Yep. It's kind of a big deal," she teased, hugging him again.
Klaus paused for a moment and stroked her face gently. "Yes, it is," he whispered. Caroline looked at him quizzically, sensing he was holding something back. He smiled at her reassuringly. "Hop up, sweetheart," he instructed, patting her thigh. She sat next to him, pulling the blanket up from the back to cover her chilly shoulders. He turned to face her and took her hand in his. "I would like to remind you that you can always tell me no about anything," he said seriously. "You know that, right?" She nodded and he smiled, but there was something nervous about it that had her wondering what he was up to. "You understand that I take collaring very seriously… that it's forever."
Caroline nodded her head. He had told her this many times, especially when new idiots showed up wearing them like fashion accessories or people threw them around after a few playdates. It was disrespectful. "Always and forever," she promised.
Klaus leaned in and kissed her gently, pulling back to look in her eyes. "Well, in that spirit, there is one other thing that would make me very happy."
"What is it?" she asked quickly, eager to find out what he was hiding.
Klaus smiled as he pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket. Caroline gasped and her hands flew over her mouth as tears formed in her eyes. Klaus took a deep breath and got down on one knee in front of her for a change. He looked up into her eyes and asked the question he'd been thinking about for a long time. "Caroline Forbes, will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
Caroline was too shocked to speak, and Klaus felt his heart stop as he waited for her answer. He forced himself to swallow down the lump in his throat. He had never been nervous in his entire life. He was terrified. Snapping out of her stupor, the blonde vehemently nodded her head up and down and shouted, "YES! Yes, yes yes yes yes a thousand times yes! Yes, I will marry you, Klaus Mikaelson!" she laughed, admiring the white gold diamond engagement ring as he slipped it on her finger. Before he could get up, she launched herself on top of him, knocking them both to the ground.
Klaus quickly rolled them over, so he was hovering on top of her. He leaned down and kissed her possessively. She was HIS. "Good girl, Mrs. Mikaelson." He smiled wide and she beamed up at him, completely and utterly in love.
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The next morning, a very sore Caroline walked into the boardroom and set her briefcase down on the table across from Lucien, intentionally flashing her massive diamond ring right under his face, the light catching his eye and pulling his gaze from her turtleneck sweater. His face reflected both his shock and his disappointment. Caroline saw in her peripheral vision the brunette entered and shoot Lucien a death glare, but he didn't even look her way, the pig. Apparently, she was still his favorite target. Well, that certainly wouldn't last lost. Caroline caught his eye and smiled, crossing her arms across her chest, ring on top.
"Well, either you've not been wearing that, or congratulations are in order," he said with a fake smile that didn't meet his eyes.
Caroline smiled and nodded. "It's a recent acquisition. I'm engaged, although we've been living in our mansion for a long time," she told him sweetly, smiling wider at his grimace.
Lucien bit back his frown and nodded his head, his lip curling. "Congratulations," he said without warmth. "Who's the lucky man?" he asked menacingly, hoping to size up the competition.
"I am," Klaus interjected as he came up from behind, hooking her arm in his. He pecked her on the lips and smiled at her, dimples showing. He turned to smirk at Lucien as Caroline rested her head on his shoulder, their fingers entwining together. "I'm the luckiest man in the world because Caroline Forbes belongs to me," he said with a pointed smirk.
Lucien was flabbergasted and looked to Caroline, sure that she would object to such a possessive proclamation. She didn't even look his way as she beamed up at her fiancé. "I'm the luckiest woman in the world because I belong to Klaus Mikaelson," she confirmed. Klaus wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her in front of the partners of her soon-to-be firm. The room burst into applause and Caroline and Klaus pulled back from their kiss with matching smirks as Lucien sat down and hid behind his briefcase.
Caroline stood on her tiptoes and whispered in Klaus' ear, "I think you've taught me a thing or two about the joys of sadism," she quietly giggled.
Klaus looked down at her, his expression feral as he whispered, "Well, I hope you've paid attention because there will be an exam this evening, and I would so hate to punish you if you fail," he teased. Caroline's face fell when she saw her fiancé's evil smirk. So, she did the only thing she could: swallowed her fear and trusted that he would be there to take care of her… always and forever.
A/N Awww. Did you guys love that as much as I did? My other stories are so heavy sometimes that I need my, "Klaroline get a happy ending" story to balance it out. I hope you liked it! Please tell me what you thought!
Also, Who got the diabetic horse reference? And BTW, Yes, there is a Dominant round table at our dungeon and sitting around teaching each other how to be evil is EXACTLY what they do! And we subs love it… and there is one for us, too. Equal representation! sub power! warrior princesses unite!