A/N Oh My God! This story was nominated for the 2019 KC Awards as Best Smut Multichap! Thank you all so freaking much! I'm really surprised. This one has like a third of the kudos/comments/follows, etc. as my other stories. I've had some really negative feedback about my portrayal of Klaus that made me not want to continue, hence the lack of updates. But it got nominated, so I guess people enjoy it after all. If you like the story, please for the love of smut, let me know! Most of this was written based off requests or popular misconceptions and is largely semi-autobiographical. This is my, "Klaroline get the happy ending they deserve," fic. My other stories have plots and angst and hardships. As long as it's happy, I'm pretty open to suggestions. My hard limits are in my profile. This was based on the question of why subs do what they do. I hope I answered it. Thank you all so much for reading! If you are a fan of my work, please pop over to kcawards dot tumblr dot com and cast your votes! There are also plenty of other categories and amazing authors, so please take a moment to support the writers who keep this fandom alive even though we were robbed of our happy ending!
Chapter Fourteen – The Warrior Princess
"God, this sucks," Caroline groaned when she'd finished putting her long, blonde curls into an elegant bun, soft tendrils framing her face.
Klaus chuckled at his naked bride as he began wrapping her in a rope harness. "Just remember what it's for, sweetheart." When he'd presented his submissive with her day collar, the newlyweds had negotiated a special arrangement. Caroline had gotten something she wanted and Klaus had gotten her permission to tie her up in an exclusive shibiari art display. It was the last week of June and New York City was celebrating the dawn of summer in the kinkiest way possible.
The Concrete Jungle Hotel was where dreams were made. It was a lifestyle-friendly establishment boasting The Rainbow Roof. It was a massive rooftop terrace overlooking Central Park that would host the exhibition the following night. To assure their privacy, the top five floors had been booked for their favorite convention, Beyond Bondage. With the small exception of slutty heels, a white gold diamond and ruby tiara, decorative ropes and accessories, Caroline (and most of the other subs) would be naked for the next four days and nights. He wasn't demanding it, but she liked prancing around for him in public. The Mikaelsons, of course, were staying in the penthouse. As soon as he was finished preparing her, they would start the first day of the event with breakfast on the balcony. In addition to an expansive view, they would be surrounded by kinksters from all over the world.
Klaus was not only a prosecutor for the Orleans Parish District Attorney's office, but he was an artist as well. Shibari was his favorite medium and Caroline his only subject. Of course, tying up his wife was his favorite thing to do in general. The first half of the day included different workshops on a wide variety of kinky topics. The con offered everything from Blowjob Basics to Polyamorous Power Exchange Relationship Dynamics. Both attorneys were scheduled to teach classes both together and separately, as was Caroline's lifelong best friend and sexual mentor, Kinky Kat. The plan had been for her to fly in the night before from a demo, but she'd cancelled at the last minute and sent a text that she was catching a flight later in the day.
The event was a charitable fundraiser for the National Coalition for Sexual Freedom. Klaus had personally prosecuted a former "master" on the Board of Directors the previous year. Two of his former slaves came forward that the imposter was trying to sell them into very, very non-consensual prostitution and practicing unwanted psychological sadism that caused real harm. When their good friend and ally, Detective Will Kinney, had made the arrest, he and the SWAT team had found a naked woman in chains. She was covered in bruises from a sjambok for which she'd definitely never given consent. Klaus charged the swine on more than a dozen counts of aggravated assault and aggravated sexual battery charges, as well as attempted murder and aggravated stalking. Caroline had held the women's hands at sentencing. He'd received the max: 110 years in prison. He was also facing charges in Illinois. Less than a week after he'd been extradited to Cook County to await trial, the monster had been fatally shanked in the testicles. Rapists didn't do well in prison. As far as Ellie, Bella and Mini were concerned, he'd gotten off easy.
The NCSF had personally financed all three women's trauma treatment and had helped them get back on their feet. It was an event the Mikaelsons couldn't turn down. As much as Caroline did NOT want to be on display for eight whole hours, she couldn't turn down a chance to help future victims. Cases involving their lifestyle were almost impossible to prosecute. Klaus had made it his mission to stop abusive monsters from hiding behind a mask pseudo-consensual sadomasochism to justify their own misogyny. They didn't provide loving guidance or sensual sadism. They abused women because they hated women. According to the community as a whole, all the fake masters of the world had a special place in hell. After he'd shown up at April's apartment a week after the safeword incident, Damon Salvatore had been the first man Klaus had prosecuted. At the time, it was the most gratifying victory of his career.
The smug satisfaction he felt as his wife stood perfectly still in spite of her grumbling was an entirely different kind of triumph. It was one thing for subs to go along with things they already liked to do. Genuine submission occurred when they didn't. His wife wasn't happy about it, but she'd negotiated and now it was time for her to pay the piper. In his mind, a single event was massively disproportionate to what he'd given her. Six months ago, he'd agreed to allowing her, his wife, not only one, but two new sexual partners.
A lovely Domme named Mary Louise and her collared brat, Nora, had become a regular part of their dungeon scenes. Katerina had been lovers with the bride since they were teenagers practicing their make out skills in the treehouse. Unfortunately for the pansexual blonde, the sex-toy designer was busy chasing after (or running from) Klaus' older brother, and Caroline's business partner, Elijah. The Dominant wasn't thrilled with the arrangement, but it was a small concession to assure his wife's happiness. He also gained heavy bragging rights because even though he never touched anyone but Caroline, technically three women and one man qualified as a gang bang. So, there was that.
"Don't look at me like that, love," Klaus teased as his sub glared daggers at him. "I brought the nipple clamps you like," he said as he offered up his best puppy dog eyes.
She eyed him skeptically as he tied the final knot securing her harness. "The circle ones with the little screws?" she asked hopefully. He smirked at her and pulled the surgical steel adornments out of his jeans. He'd wear his leather vest and mesh shirts day and night, but it was summer and leather pants were not sexy soaked in sweat. He'd brought them along just in case, but he'd probably wear jeans to the dungeon parties. "Yay! I love those!" she squealed happily, clapping her hands together.
"I know," he replied with a smirk. "You're already soaking my ropes and we've not even left the room." She had the good sense to blush when he proved his point by sliding his index finger between her velvet folds and feeding her the evidence of her arousal. She inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled as he tightened the flathead ruby-red bolts around her nipples. He took his time and allowed her a moment to breath until he'd adjusted all four before repeating his work on her other nipple. He took a step back to admire his work. He'd tied her in an elaborate diamond-patterned harness in bright red shibari rope. The lines criss-crossed across her chest and framed each of her perky breasts perfectly before dipping down between her legs.
The experienced rigger had expertly wound the rope twice between her lower lips and up the cleft of her ass where the harness was secured by a large dark red surgical steel anal hook. Inside her pussy were two large ben wa balls. They were the traditional Chinese kind with bells that tinkled when she walked. Every step would remind her who she belonged to. She loved it, and he loved that she loved it. On her wrists and ankles were monogrammed scarlet cuffs emblazoned with an M for Mikaelson. The same sigil was imprinted on either side of the solid white gold O-ring on her play collar, a special matching leather collar worn over her day collar meant for use in public to symbolize his Ownership of her. There was a traditional white gold D-ring attached to the small padlock on the back of the collar. It was meant to hold a leash, but Klaus preferred to hook hers to the eyelet connecting the anal hook to the rope harness. As he attached a length of the same shade rope, he imagined how fun it would be every time he tugged on it and she felt his attention 2 ½ inches up her ass. She squealed and fell into his arms when he pulled her to him for the first time.
"Now now, Caroline," he chided playfully, "I've already fucked you once today and then I went down on you in the shower-"
"A favor I returned!"
"-you'll just have to wait until later to maul me again," he finished as if she hadn't interrupted him.
"I did NOT maul you!" she laughed. "You had my wrists cuffed to the bedpost and held my legs open with a spreader bar!"
"And it pleased me greatly to hear you begging for my cock," he replied jovially as he led her to the elevator. He pushed the button marked "20" and they quickly descended a floor below to where meals were being served in one of the larger suites. The others had been set up with small stages for the presenters, chairs for the Dominants, kneeling benches for the submissives, podiums and projection screens for different workshops. Their floor was divided into two penthouses. They had one and the other had been set up as the main dungeon. The 19th floor had smaller suites, each of which housed areas for specific fetishes not allowed on the top floor. The two floors below were filled with guests from around the globe.
When they arrived in the breakfast suite, Caroline immediately joined the other subs at the buffet to prepare plates for their Dominants. Once Klaus had been served on the outdoor balcony overlooking the park, she went back and got a plate for herself. She gingerly sat down next to him, the eyelet pulling the ropes tighter against her clit and pushing the hook deeper in her anus. "You alright there, darling?" her mischievous brother-in-law, Kol, asked from across the table as he looked over her decorative bindings. "Those bolts aren't too tight, are they?"
The nipple clamps weren't fully tightened, at least not yet. Klaus would work on them throughout the day, but it wouldn't do to wear her out so quickly that they had to be removed. The married couple shared a knowing grin and offered up matching smirks. Two could play at that game. "I'm fantastic. How's that penis cage treating you?" she asked with a saccharine smile that made her husband choke on his orange juice.
"Fantastic," he sneered, narrowing his eyes at his favorite in-law.
The older brother snorted at the obvious lie. "Before you get too cross with my princess, do try and remember that Marcel has been telling you for years that you are free to find a Mistress should you so desire a sexual relationship." Marcel was one of Klaus' oldest friends and his little brother's long-time Dominant. Their relationship was based on mutual respect and service. They enjoyed BDSM without a sexual component and Kol functioned as an assistant in many ways beyond the dungeon. Unfortunately, he was in the city alone as his Dom couldn't find anyone to watch over their club in St. Martin. While he was casually dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, he'd been sent along with a steel chastity device to assure compliance with orders not to engage in sexual activity without permission. Caroline was the keeper of the keys. All of them knew Marcel wanted his sub to admit that he wanted a woman in his life, too.
Kol glared at him. "I'm aware, thanks. I just haven't found the right person," he said defensively. "And yes, brother, it is women," he qualified when he saw that Mikaelson smirk across the table.
Klaus held up his hands in mock surrender, earning him a bubbly laugh from his wife. Mirth dancing behind her sapphire eyes, she chimed in, "Kol, I'd be happy to introduce you to Davina Claire."
His face dropped at the offer, as did his fork with a loud clang. "What do I need an introduction to her for?" he asked, averting his eyes.
"Oh, do cut the dramatics, you twit," Klaus groaned, rolling his eyes. "You click the "Love' button on every picture she posts on fet. You're either in love with her,or you're infatuated with one of her little pets. Which is it?"
Kol narrowed his eyes and snapped, "I've no interest in joining a litter, thanks. There isn't a girl in the world hot enough to convince me to wear a tail. My ass is an exit only. Unlike some people," he added with a wink.
This time the naked blonde rolled her eyes, ignoring his last comment. "Well, she already has Josh and Aiden nipping at her stripper heels. I doubt she wants to add a third puppy to the mix."
"Again, I ask the question: what do I need her for?"
"You know she's poly," Klaus pointed out. "She is capable of more than one role, and I happen to know she enjoys egalitarian relationships with heterosexual men. Marcel's presence wouldn't be a deterrent."
"Good for her. Doesn't answer my question," he said. "And she lives in America for fuck's sake. There's no way I'm permanently residing in the realm of an evil cheeto."
"She's an heiress descended from rich and powerful ancestors," Klaus pointed out. "She has a jet, as you know."
"She's scheduled to teach a class on poly and power dynamics this morning," Caroline reminded him brightly before he could object, the gentle summer breeze caressing her naked flesh as she finished her pancakes. "You should go. Seriously."
"As should we, princess," Klaus interjected as he stood up. He tugged on the rope connected to her anal hook and she yelped before stifling a moan when the ropes rubbed against her clit. With a mischievous grin, she got up and followed him hand in hand to the first class of the day. The newbies were required to stay one hour after breakfast every morning of the convention to take introductory courses on labels and terminology, safety protocols, basics of power exchange, and lifestyle roles and fluid sexuality. Klaus had his wife attend them during her first con, but she was beyond the basics now.
They walked past the Dollification and Abduction Play suites before finding the one labeled, "Protocols and Rituals." Since taking over the firm, Caroline had more responsibility than ever before. She thrived under her own leadership, but it was draining having to be in charge of everything all the time. She'd been pressing her husband for more time in subspace. There was something very peaceful, almost meditative, about intense submission. It wasn't always possible to go to those depths with sex and BDSM alone. D/s had a lot more facets than just the physical. The majority of it was emotional and based on their relationship. He'd reluctantly agreed to try some of the more servile classes, but he made no promises that he'd like any of them. He had promised they'd try a more intense scene that night at the first dungeon party. She was aroused just thinking about it, but they had a long day ahead of them. After protocols, they were scheduled for Biochemistry Behind Play. Then, there would be a break for lunch. In the afternoon, he was going to Creative Funishment while she attended slave Positions. The last class of the day was the first Klaus was teaching, Sweet Surrender Rope Bondage. Caroline, of course, was his rope bunny.
The day went by in a flash. Before they knew it, it was time for the first dungeon party. When they walked across the hall to the penthouse adjacent to theirs, the excitement was palpable. The expansive suite was pulsing with dance music and the entire atmosphere exuded sensual celebration and sexual liberation. There were various stations set up for different types of scenes. Heavier scenes such as needle play, gun play, blood play, etc. were housed in the smaller rooms downstairs. Caroline looked around the sea of gyrating flesh for the familiar body of her lifelong best friend, Kat. "I don't see her!" she called to her husband over the pounding bass as they made their way to the sodas. The entire event was alcohol-free. Since newbies were welcome, the event-holders made it a point to emphasize safety above all.
Klaus' face dropped. "Well, she'd better be here somewhere. She's scheduled to teach that cunnilingus class the day after tomorrow and I'm her backup presenter. I won't be happy if I miss Wrapped in Steel."
"Babe, it's just Knife Play 101. Don't break the skin. Bam," she said lightly, placing a comforting hand on his arm.
"This is high protocol, love," he reminded her with a stern glance and a sharp pinch to her decorated nipple.
"Sorry, Sir, you're right," she apologized with a yelp, eyes rolling shut at the erotic sensation.
"Good girl," the Dominant praised, pecking his sub on the cheek as he wrapped an arm around her. "And you know how I feel about trying new things without thoroughly learning about them first."
The naked blonde rolled her eyes. "Yes, Sir, I know. Accidents happen because people think they can actually pull off what they didn't study. Watching a porno doesn't make you an expert."
"Very true," he agreed, patting her ass in the perfect spot to jostle the hook. "Have you spoken to Katerina today?"
Caroline groaned. "No, she had an expo for her new line of nipple pasties in Round Rock. I'm sure she detoured in Nola."
"My brother's an idiot."
"They're both idiots."
"Idiots who need to stop pretending they aren't perfect for each other. It's been years of this back and forth nonsense," he complained, rolling his eyes. "I grow weary trying to make sense of their dynamic. They can do what they like. She'd just better be here in two days."
"She will be," the blonde said confidently. "Knowing them, they'll have broken up and gotten back together at least twice by then." Before Klaus could reply, his wife was ripped away from him and enveloped in a bear hug when a pretty brunette barreled into her. "April!" his bride shouted excitedly as she embraced her protege submissive, also naked. "I'm glad you could make it. Did you bring the twins?"
"Yeah, but Liv's still being vetted and you know Luke promised not to leave her alone. They'll be here in a few minutes," the bubbly young woman replied excitedly. "You have no idea how hard it was talking Liv into giving this a chance."
"Well, it's fortunate for you and Luke that she did. Hopefully my little warrior princess here can help clear up some of her misconceptions," the Dominant said proudly as he shook her hand. He was accustomed to being surrounded by naked women, and men, but he preferred to keep his distance. Caroline was a very physical person with the women, but her husband's reputation assured men didn't go anywhere near her, not that she wanted them to. He'd come a long way since early adulthood, but it was still well known that he had a temper, especially when it came to his wife.
The night they'd met their young friend, Klaus had broken the face of the creep who violated her consent. Since then, she'd become their close friend and considered Caroline her mentor. April's two best friends were a pair of blonde hair and fair skinned twins from Portland. They'd been raised in an uptight religious cult with struct morals and accompanying prejudices. When they'd confided in each other that they both preferred the same sex, they'd made a run for it. Luke had embraced April's new lifestyle and had been with a few Doms himself. Liv had had a harder time accepting the community. She'd reluctantly agreed to check out one night of the convention after Luke told her he'd go to New York without her.
"Oh, there they are!" April shouted over the noise, waving her hand high in the air. Luke shook hands with the familiar married couple first before introducing his sister to them for the first time.
"Olivia, lovely to meet you. I'm Klaus and this is my wife, Caroline."
"Hey," the pale woman with long dirty blonde curls replied, looking around the room curiously. She wasn't as bad as he'd been anticipating. She was dressed appropriately in a black corset and a long flowy chiffon skirt that revealed only the heel of her knee-high leather boots. Luke was topless with jeans. Her expression was less judgmental and more contemplative than he'd been picturing based on April's descriptions. The visitor slowly looked around, taking in all the sights, before her crystal blue eyes came to rest on Caroline's chest. "Is that a branding or something?" she asked, gesturing with her sharp chin at the M carved into the soft flesh above the sub's left breast.
"It's Sir's mark." Seeing the confusion evident on the younger woman's face, Caroline explained, "I'm his wife first, but I'm also his submissive. When I received my day collar, he marked me with his sigil to signify his Ownership. It's a tradition that not everyone takes part in, but we like it. Right now, he uses a scalpel to re-apply the lines every month or so. We decided before the ceremony that we'd wait a year before making it permanent. Some people get them tattooed, but I'm leaning towards a microbranding. It's ultimately up to him, though."
"But it's your body," Liv pointed out disapprovingly.
"It's mine, actually," Klaus interjected, wrapping his arm protectively around his wife's waist. "By accepting my collar, she gave herself to me: mind, body and soul. She belongs to me to do with as I please. If I see fit to brand her, it is my right to do so. If I don't, it's my right to withhold it as well."
"That's disgusting," the newbie spat. Turning to Caroline, she asked, "Why do you need a man to tell you what to do? Don't you know how to think for yourself? I thought you were a lawyer or something."
Luke sucked in a breath as April's eyes widened. "Liv! She's a warrior princess submissive, ok?" the brunette scolded her friend with an embarrassed grimace.
Liv shrugged. "I have no idea what that means. She just said her man makes all her decisions for her and gets to tell her what to do. That doesn't sound like any warrior I've ever heard of."
To their surprise, Caroline just smiled, chuckling. "Honey, not only am I one of the top defense attorneys in the state, but I OWN my law firm. I chew men up and spit them out for breakfast. It isn't a matter of needing a man. I love my husband. My husband loves me. Domination and submission are how we choose to express that love. Every bit of power he has over me is power I gave him. What new people like you don't get is that subs are really the ones in control. We have the power to say no."
"April, sweetheart, please explain to your friend the definition of consent," Klaus cut in with a nod at the brunette, the line of his jaw twitching. Caroline was better at this kind of thing. His gut reaction was to firmly advise she leave and not come back.
Oblivious to the prosecutor's discontent, April smiled brightly and recited, "Consent, by definition, has to be fully informed, free of coercion, not given under duress, and can be revoked at any time for any, or no, reason."
"There's my favorite student," Caroline replied, giving her friend a high five. "Like I said, I'm not just a lawyer. I'm the boss. I love what I do and the work itself is important, but it is stressful. All day long I have to be in charge of every last detail of cases that can last months, sometimes even years. Plus, I defend the mentally ill. Unlike other areas of law, I'm not responsible solely for my client's interests, but for the safety of their victims and the community as well. I agonize over ethics each and every day. It's exhausting. When I get home, the last thing I want is to have MORE crap to deal with. There's something really freeing about having someone take care of my needs for a change. When I'm with my Dominant, he calls the shots. I don't have to worry about minute details like where we're going to eat or what nights we're going out and where. If I start to get overwhelmed, he's there to be the voice in my ear telling me it's ok to relax. If I'm obsessing, he'll shut off my phone and take me to a movie or dancing. If he knows I'm stressed out, he'll be the one who remembers to send lunch to my office because he knows me well enough to know I lose track of time."
"Or labor under the delusion that leftover beignets constitute an acceptable meal," Klaus added disapprovingly, making his wife blush.
"That only happened like twice."
"It was three times in as many days and you nearly fainted during a scene," he corrected her, annoyed at the memory. Turning back to Liv, he continued, "Now when she has a big week in court, I have her tell me what she's planning to eat for the day and I'll follow up over dinner."
"And what if she didn't eat what she planned?" the dirty blonde asked, tone less judgmental and more curious as her face softened.
"She'll be punished accordingly," he answered her firmly.
Caroline held up a hand before Liv could comment, sensing her husband's irritation. "But that rarely happens. He has rules for me, yes, and breaking those rules comes with consequences. What you have to understand is that I agreed to all of this, as did he. We're happy and in love and that's what matters. His rules are designed to enhance my life, not restrict it. Another thing I'm REALLY bad at is remembering to exercise, so he has me on a schedule. We hit the gym together three times a week. Anything he asks of me is reasonable and has an explanation. If I don't know what that is, I can ask and he'll explain it to me. If I break the rules, I deserve to be punished because I went back on my word. We also negotiate every three months. If there's something I want to change, that's my chance to do it. If it's really unbearable, I can always call it."
"You mean like call a safeword? Isn't that just during sex and kinky stuff?"
"Not at all," Klaus interjected. "There are Doms and subs who base their dynamic solely off those activities and that's fine. All of us are different. My wife and I live this life 24/7. Times such as now are more formal, but most of the time we're just regular people who happen to have a power dynamic in our marriage. I don't go around giving her orders in front of her employees, or around her family or in public."
"And I follow his orders because I want to. Nobody is forcing me to do anything. Of course, he does like to push," she qualified, glaring at him as she thought about tomorrow's display. His response was a charming smile complete with dimples. "But that's par for the course. Obviously, I don't love everything about it. There are times the alarm clock goes off an hour early for our workout and I want to throw it across the room."
"But then she knows she'll be working out every day for a week," he chimed in, amusement dancing behind his eyes that earned him another glare. "And it's not as though I'm a dictator who thrives on her failures. My goal is to see her succeed. I give her warnings and that's usually enough. I can count on one hand the number of times I've had to follow through since the wedding." He paused for a beat. "The months of planning leading up to it were a different story."
"Ohmigod, Nik, ivory and white are NOT the same!" she groaned, flashing back to the roses fiasco. His gaze hardened and he raised a warning eyebrow at her. "Ivory and white are not the same, Sir?" she corrected, batting her eyelashes at him adorably.
He slapped her hard on the ass, making her jump and laugh, the sound lost in the party. "That's better." Turning back to Liv, he said, "See? Warnings. This is a high protocol event, meaning there are formalities in place that must be respected, one of which is for her to address me by my proper title."
Liv eyed the happy couple skeptically. "I don't know. I still think getting bossed around sounds kinda shitty."
"Then I suggest you not identify yourself as a submissive should you decide to join the community," he replied snidely.
"He's right," his wife interjected quickly, "submitting isn't for everybody, but it works for me. Like I said, I don't love every second of it, but overall, there's more good than bad. I am strong. I am successful. I am intelligent. I am capable of doing anything and getting everything I want in life," she declared proudly as she held her head high, the rest of her still naked, decorated, leashed and collared. "What I want is to be his submissive. That's what it means to be a warrior princess. He is my person that I bow down to. My only person. If anyone else tries?"
"They'd better have dental," Klaus teased with a smirk. "One of the things I love most is how fierce she can be. I've seen her in court. She does indeed bring grown men to their knees, yet she kneels only for me."
"Picture Xena bowing down at the feet of Hercules. He's my demigod," she smiled proudly.
"And she's my princess," he added, pecking his wife on the lips, his mood significantly improved by her impassioned defense of their dynamic. On rare occasion, someone would come around asking questions only to remain resolute in their ignorance and prejudices, but the vast majority of visitors took the time to listen and were intelligent enough to see how well the Mikaelson's marriage worked for them. The ones who passed judgments about things they felt weren't within the realm of "normal" or "healthy" were asked to leave and not come back, especially when they had no idea what they were talking about as they knew nothing from personal experience. Liv seemed to be coming around, justifying Caroline's decision that it had been worth inviting her for the evening.
"And we're happy," she reiterated with finality. "I don't need him to tell me what to do. I want him to tell me what to do. I obey him because I choose to. If I didn't want to obey him anymore, I wouldn't."
Liv looked at the pair and titled her head to the side as she considered everything they'd explained. "So, you really are happy letting him boss you around?"
"I love it," she confirmed, smiling brightly as she squeezed his hand. "Lately, I've actually been feeling like I want to give up even more control."
"Which I've agreed to try in a limited setting," he reminded her sternly. "You're not the one who makes the rules, love. No Topping from the bottom."
"Yes, Sir. I know," she said apologetically, gnawing her lower lip.
"Don't pout," he scolded her with a warning glance. When she nodded her head and looked up at him from beneath her long lashes, he gently took his thumb and pulled it from between her teeth and stroked her cheek with the back of his knuckles, soothing her beneath the flashing lights. Turning back to the trio, he said, "We're doing a sensory deprivation scene tonight. She generally has at least some idea what's going on, but this will be different. I'll be in complete control and she'll be totally at my mercy. One of the bedrooms has been set up for us to play privately. The three of you are welcome to watch if you'd like, but I must ask you to refrain from making any noise or interfering in any way."
The three younger adults looked at each other. Liv shrugged and nodded. April and Luke beamed at each other and clapped their hands excitedly. "Yes, please," the brunette replied happily.
"Sir, lead the way," Caroline said excitedly, jumping when he tugged the rope attached to the hook still firmly inserted in her ass.
His response was a smirk as he led her to the back. He nodded at a few chairs in the corner and their spectators took their seats. Normally, doors stayed propped open during their scenes to indicate that anyone who wanted to could watch. Given what they were about to do, he closed it for a change. Their dungeon suitcase was there waiting for them. Klaus opened it with his thumbprint and pulled out a thick leather hood with detachable gag, clicker, and wireless earplugs. He handed the small clicker to Caroline and pecked her on the lips. "Promise me you won't hesitate," he commanded.
"I promise, Sir," she agreed obediently as she wrapped her hand around the small device. "I love you, husband."
"I love you more, wife," he said quietly, kissing her deeply, his hand weaving into her blonde curls as he pulled them into an elastic band. "Goodbye, love," he lilted with a wiggle of his eyebrows as he pulled the hood over her head, surrounding her in darkness. He carefully inserted the earbuds and pressed play on his Galaxy before setting it down in the pocket of their suitcase. He pulled off his leather vest and hung up in the closet, his shirt following suit. He adjusted the side of the leather garment and filled her mouth with the heavy silicone ball gag, snapping it into place as she relaxed her jaw. He moved behind her, his rosary and wolfstooth necklace dancing across the soft skin of her back, to tighten the hood with corset-style ties laced up the back of the leather. Net, he buckled the supportive neckpiece on top of her play collar. Finally, he scooped a finger full of menthol rub and coated the inside of her nostrils to dull her sense of smell. All that was left was for her to feel... and trust in him to be good to her.
Klaus took his time slowly removing the diamond-patterned rope harness, leaving the hook for last. He unscrewed the nipple clamps and led her to the bed. He had her kneel as he began binding her arms behind her back, bent at the elbow and folded on top of each other. He kept his touches feather light, occasionally ghosting between her lips to tease her pussy. She was already drenched and ready to be his toy. He attached clover clamps to her nipples one at a time, holding her tightly to his shoulder when she gasped at each pinch. He rubbed her back soothingly before continuing to work on the rest of her. It took him over an hour to tie her up in an intricate web using the suspension hooks securely dangling from the ceiling. He had her curled up in a ball mid-air upside down with her arms behind her back and her knees to her chin. He had her positioned so that her most intimate parts were fully exposed.
Caroline reveled in the utter vulnerability of her predicament. She was fully immobilized and four of her senses impaired. She existed solely for his pleasure and it felt like heaven and hell all at once. The love and faith she had in him combined with her fear of the unknown was an intoxicating rush that flooded her with neurotransmitters by more and more with every shaky breath and fluttered heartbeat.
Klaus gave her a moment to just be before approaching her from the side. She shivered when he grazed his nails down her back, silently assessing her for any signs of discomfort or distress. Finding none, he walked back over to the suitcase and pulled out an insulated thermos. He smirked to himself when he saw Liv's eyes widen as he dumped a couple of ice cubes into his hand. He turned back to his prey and quickly touched one to her clit, making her jump at the sudden sensation. He slowly and painfully dragged the cube up and down between her lips before stopping when he got to the tight ring of muscle guarding her ass. With her senses gone, she focused entirely on the ice freezing her anus when he pushed first one cube inside of her and then another. Again, he raked over her with his nails before pulling back and slapping her hard on the ass one time. The next thing he pulled out of his suitcase was a small bottle of siracha.
Under normal circumstances, he'd slowly give her time to inhale the spicy scent to know what was coming, but she'd asked for this. Begged him for it. She wanted to feel helpless and out of control. To exist just to feel what he was doing to her. To trust him that deeply. He'd been wary when she first broached the subject a month ago. Since then, he'd slowly warmed up to the idea and had begun forming a plan. He poured several drops of the hot sauce on one finger and set down the bottle. He used his clean hand to gently play with her pussy. When he had her panting, the sound muffled by the gag, he quickly slid the siracha between her smooth lips. She'd developed a high pain tolerance over the years and sensation play was among her favorites, but since she hadn't known it was coming, the sudden burning between her legs made her scream. He quickly cleaned his finger with a wet wipe and tossed it aside. He ran his hands up and down every accessible part of her body as he shushed her and kissed the back of her neck, comforting her as tears rolled down her cheeks beneath the leather. He regularly blindfolded her, making it easy if he needed to quickly peek at her crystal blue eyes and gauge where she was at. He hated how restrictive the hood was, but she'd been giddy when he finally had Kat make one with his sigil on the neck strap holding it in place.
As she couldn't hear him and he couldn't see her face, he rubbed his thumb up and down the back of her hand holding the clicker to see if she needed to stop. She sniffled hard but shook her head no. He continued massaging her silky skin as her pussy burned and clenched around nothing. He stealthily grabbed a tube of cooling mint lubricant from the suitcase and coated his finger before sliding it inside her ass. She moaned at the differing sensations. Everything in her had turned to jelly. Nothing in the world existed but the moment and her husband. She felt free. Safe. Loved. Sexy. And aroused beyond belief.
Caroline groaned when she felt something wide and long slowly penetrate her anus so deeply that she felt Klaus' knuckles at the base of the silicone. His other hand gently wiped away the remnants of the siracha as he pulled the thick dildo all the way out. He cast the wipe aside and pushed the toy in again. He repeated the process over and over, each time fully removing it before pressing it in all the way, occasionally pausing to make her wait. He maintained his snail's pace until he pushed it all the way in and left it there. She felt him secure the toy in place with a rope before his hands fell away. He pressed a button and the dildo began vibrating in a buzz buzz stop buzz buzz stop buzz buzz stop pattern that drove her wild. He smirked against her shoulder at the way she whimpered and sniffled at his sensual torture. He ran his hands down her body and lightly smacked her ass. He continued to spank her with his bare hands progressively harder until her cheeks were warm and pink before picking up a paddle from the suitcase.
He stood behind her for long minutes, making her wait as the toy stimulated her ass from the inside, the vibrations teasing her pussy just shy of making her come. She yelped when she felt the paddle make solid contact unexpectedly. He stepped back again and made her wait before doing the same a bit harder to her other cheek. He worked her over slowly as he pushed her deeper and deeper into subspace, carefully paying attention to her breathing and occasionally checking her pulse with his lips when he kissed her neck, his gruff stubble giving her delicious chills.
It felt like floating. Caroline was in a little bubble where she felt happy and peaceful. She was vaguely aware that Klaus was dripping something warm on her spine. It was probably wax from a low-temperature candle, but she wasn't coherent enough to think about it. She was awash in sensation as she hung curled and bound in a tight little ball, vibrations rocking her from the inside out. She could feel the clover clamps tightly pinching her nipples and knew it hurt but couldn't really feel the pain. Her body hummed with adrenaline, surged with endorphins. He switched between toys, stopping in between to play with her exposed pussy, occasionally pumping two fingers in and out agonizingly slowly. When she felt something sharp hit her ass, she knew it was a cane from the sensation, but it wasn't jarring or frightening. It just was. She just was. She just simple existed in this happy place her love had taken her.
Klaus smiled at his wife as he ran his hands over the dozens of different marks decorating her body. This was further than he'd ever taken her. She'd remember this with every step for the next week before the marks faded. It had been a long time since he'd played so rough with anybody. It felt good being able to really let go and give in to his inner sadist. It was a side of him he repressed for her sake because it wasn't a necessary part of him, but it was intoxicating giving in to the darkness with her at his side.
He kissed her neck and she reflexively leaned into him. She probably had no idea that she'd been suspended midair for over an hour or that he'd used a couple dozen toys on her. He squeezed her hand and she again shook her head to indicate she wasn't ready to stop. submission was its own release, but he knew she wanted a different kind as well. He'd been torturing her with constant sexual contact without ever letting her fall off the cliff into orgasmic bliss. He knew how much she craved his cock. Happy to oblige, he carefully lowered the ropes to bring her hips to his level. He unzipped his pants and freed his erection.
The Dominant had been painfully hard since she'd first gasped when he touched her unsuspecting clit with the ice cube. Sliding deep inside her pussy was a relief. He groaned at the way the vibrator still secured in her ass stimulated his cock on and off as he moved in and out of her in a sensual rhythm. He rocked his hips as he held hers to keep her from swinging forward in her rope harness. His nails began to dig into her soft skin when he felt himself approach the edge. She was ready to explode, but he wasn't finished. Once wasn't going to be enough and he longed to fulfill her every desire. He carefully untied the vibrating dildo and removed it, her ass gaping and taunting him to fuck her there, too.
Caroline cried out behind the gag when the toy buzzed hard and steady as he pushed it against her clit after switching the settings. The sharp tug of her ponytail told her she had permission to come. She did. Hard. Her whole body shook as she soaked his boots in a cascade of euphoric release. He swirled the toy around and around her little bud to prolong her pleasure before pushing his cock in her ass. He hooked his thumb and forefinger around the base of the vibrator and buried it inside her pussy as he pumped in and out of her in a steady rhythm. She felt every inch of her body screaming as he fucked both of her holes while the gag filled her mouth.
Klaus let go of her hip and held on to the rope to keep from cutting into her with his nails as his hands clenched with the effort of restraining himself. When she came a second time, it was nearly his undoing. He fucked her hard through her orgasm before tossing the toy aside and replacing it with his cock deep within her warm center. She couldn't hear it, but he told her loved her over and over anyway as he worshipped her from the inside out. She gasped and sucked in air hard through her nostrils. Concerned for her breathing, he ripped the gag out of her mouth, his cock twitching when she cried out in ecstasy when he hit what he knew was her favorite spot. He harshly rubbed her clit with two fingers and bit into her shoulder, growling his command to come for him one last time in her ear. She couldn't hear it with the music blasting from the ear buds, but she felt his hot lips brush against her skin. When she screamed out her pleasure, he finally let himself go and shot his seed deep inside her pulsing walls as he called out her name.
The Dom fell on his sub's back, both of their chests heaving. The pair were completely oblivious to the trio watching the scene with interest from the corner of the room. It was easy to see why they'd gotten married. They had to have been deeply in love to trust each other that much. They silently snuck out the door to let the couple recovery in peace.
Long minutes passed before Klaus fully composed himself. He didn't want to let her go, wanted to just feel his skin on hers, but he was too cautious for that kind of recklessness. Knowing he had to get her down before it became a safety hazard, he kicked off his boots and shucked off his jeans before slowly releasing the suspension hooks. He gently put her on her side on the bed as he unwound the ropes. Once she was unbound, she rolled over and curled into him, desperate to be in his arms. He lightly kissed her shoulder and removed the ear buds, tossing them aside. With her face buried in his chest, he unlaced the hood and lifted her off of him just enough to peel off the thick leather. Her eyes were closed and he had to softly call her name a few times before she acknowledged him with a lazy smile.
"Are you alright, sweetheart?" She nodded her head, eyes rolling shut again. "Be a good girl, Caroline. Answer me out loud, please," he said firmly.
Without opening her eyes, she obediently replied, "I'm amazing, Sir, but very tired. May I please take a little nap?"
"Yes, you may. When you wake up, we're going to talk about that scene. I want to hear your thoughts after you've gotten some rest. You did very well, princess. I'm very proud of you, and very pleased. I love you very much."
"I love you, too, Sir," she mumbled with a yawn, nuzzling her flushed face against his firm muscles.
Klaus' chest felt incredibly warm and his arms were Caroline's comfort, his heart her strength. Her hair was silky, her body soft, and she was his light and solace. The hotel pulsed and throbbed with excitement and pounding bass, but they were blissfully unaware as they faded together into oblivion.
She was in love with him and he was in love with her and that was all that mattered.
A/N Whew! Another chapter down. The next will feature the shibari art display if anyone wants to read it. Please let me know in a review. A word or two still makes my kinky heart soar. Requests for specific smut strongly encouraged. I hope I painted a coherent picture of why subs, well, submit. I'm always happy to answer any questions directly. If I don't have an answer, I can tell you where to find it. Definitely feel free to reach out if you're looking to get in your local scene. Just message me on tumblr at Eliliyah. The con in here is loosely based on the one held annually in my part of the world. The class titles are directly from this year's schedule. The hotel I obviously made up... but wouldn't it be awesome if it actually existed? I also just launched a new Klaroline multichap set in a fantasy hotel-like establishment owned by the Mikaelsons that boasts everything from gambling to highly trained escorts for every fetish under the sun. If you liked this story, you'll probably like the new one, too. It's called, "L'attrait des Ténèbres," which is French for, "The Allure of Darkness." It's a heavier D/s dynamic, but it's also a lot more comedic with my characteristic fluffy smut. If you like my writing, or if you don't but still want to support the fandom, please take a moment to pop over to kcawards dot tumblr dot com and cast your votes!