Sorry for the wait, the Alphabet Drabbles (a daily drabble series) are sucking up almost all of my inspiration, but here I am..

Smut, maybe a bit of angst, slightly "dirty talking"

In The Dark

it is too dark
I cannot see
but I can feel
what you do to me

'Do your little friends know?' he growled lowly, teeth nipping at the skin of her neck. 'Does the gang know what is preoccupying you at night? That one of their very own is keeping my bed warm?'

He hovered over her, hips grinding against hips, kisses full of tongue and teeth as the room filled itself with heavy breathing and moans.

'Tell me, sweetheart, do they know who dominates you in the dark?' His voice was low, his tone possessive. His fingers pulled her black lace panties down torturously slow.

She wanted to object, to protest. You don't get to dominate me, she wanted to say. Not even in the slightest.

But he did, didn't he? He dominated her every fiber. Her heart, the blood running through her veins, her hopes, her dreams, her soul. He had dominated all of her and even though she wanted to deny, it was true.

'Answer me, Caroline. Does it excite you that what we do is wrong?' He emphasized the last word, dipping his middle finger between her wet folds as he did so.

She whimpered an affirmative as he entered her, curling his finger upwards. His lips found her ear once again.

'Do you want more?'

'Yes,' she cried out as he pinched her nub, his finger still inside her, curling, pleasing.

His eyes darkened with lust as a devilish smile spread across his face. 'Beg.'

She stopped in her movements, not writhing nor squirming anymore. 'What?'

He pinched once again, causing her to arch her back off the bed. 'I want you to beg for it, sweetheart,' he murmured, leaning in to leave a path of tantalizing kisses along her jaw. 'Acknowledge what you want and you will receive.'

She squeezed her eyes shut as she bucked her hips forward, craving to get any of the friction back. He hadn't withdrawn his finger, he just stopped moving entirely.

'Na-ah, dear,' he chastised, pulling back after he rolled her nub between his thumb and forefinger for a split second. 'Beg for it.'

'Never,' she spat, moving her own hand to her core. She knew that his hands could do way better things than hers, but she also knew, that once she had aroused him enough, he would finish the job for her.

And she wouldn't even have to beg for it.

And so she laid there, as he watched her hungrily, a hand between her thighs as a finger slipped inside her. She moaned, arching her back.

She cupped her own sex, grinding against the palm of her hand as she plunged two fingers inside of her, whimpering at her own touch.

'Caroline,' he warned her, eyes dark, voice low.

She knew he was already hard for her – he had been the entire time.

But this, this had only lifted his arousal to unknown heights, and he couldn't restrain himself for much longer.

'I can pleasure myself, you know,' she panted, breathing heavily as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge. 'I don't need you, and I'm definitely not going to beg for it.'

Klaus knew for once that she was going to beg, eventually. Maybe not for him to give into her, but she would definitely beg.

Maybe for him to stop, after he had made her come so many times that she thought she'd pass out.

Maybe for him to continue, as she was so close.

He didn't care why, but she would beg, eventually.

And so, just as she was almost there, he pried her hands away from her sex and buried himself inside her. He filled her up perfectly, causing her to scream so loudly he was sure her friends would be able to hear it.

She came, hard, violent, crying. It was overwhelming, killing her from the inside out as he pounded inside her relentlessly, prolonging the intense pleasure that knocked her out. Her eyes rolled back, nails carving deep cuts on his back, whimpers and cries and pleas filling the room.

He was merciless. She was sore and sensitive and he didn't care. She fainted a couple of times, the pleasure becoming too much as he never stopped.

Until he came, together with her. It was her fifth orgasm in a short while, his first. She was sore and hurt and shivering but it felt so good, he had made her feel so good.

'Please,' she whispered, barely inaudible but enough for his ears to notice. 'No more.'

He smirked triumphantly – he had her where he wanted her.

And she would never admit it out loud, but he definitely had dominated her.

Not that anyone would know, though, she realized when he rolled off her, pulling her naked, fragile form to his chest in a sweet gesture.

No one would ever know except for them, because no one knew what Caroline Forbes did in the dark.