A/N: Hi guys, I'm back with something smutty and fun for you to read. This this the product of two smutty Klaroline requests I received on Tumblr. One request involved office co-workers and the other involved some online fun.
The title isn't the most creative, but I was struggling a little. Also, this isn't beta'd - just warning you in case there are any issues or mistakes that I missed.
Enjoy and let me know what you think!
After she graduated law school, she was on track to kick starting her law career with an associate position at a prestigious full service law firm – Mikaelson & Martel – practicing employment law in the international context based at their main office in London, England.
It wasn't her desire to practice in the area, per se, but she needed an adventure outside of the States, which was precisely why she had worked to obtain dual qualification to practice law in both jurisdictions.
She was all set to relocate and begin her new job – she had even cancelled her apartment lease – but then the pandemic hit, and she wasn't going anywhere for the foreseeable future.
At first, she thought that her job offer would be rescinded by the firm, but she was pleasantly surprised when they offered her a remote position from home instead to start until the pandemic subsided.
She leapt at the opportunity, moving back to small town Virginia to live with her mom temporarily to wait out the pandemic and save up more money for her eventual move.
The firm had sent her the technology she would require to work from home and she set up a small home office in her bedroom so as not to intrude upon her mother's space and avoid any distraction while she worked.
Since she was so new and not able to work alongside her more senior colleagues in person, she was mainly relegated to more mundane tasks. Though she was thankful to have any job, she found it boring and isolating at times – not able to get that same experience and mentorship that her classmates who had graduated before her had received at the start.
That was until one of the managing partners, Finn Mikaelson (oldest son of Mikael Mikaelson – co-founding partner of the firm) assigned her to assist his younger brother, an associate of the firm with a few of his bigger files. Niklaus, or Klaus, as he told her to call him, specialized in labour and employment law and had six years on her.
And god, was he gorgeous.
At first, it had just been her imagination running wild as they exchanged e-mails and messages through the firm's chat portal. This was easiest due to the time difference. She had tried to search images of him on the firm website and social media, but nothing turned up. In any case, a part of her preferred to let her imagination paint a picture of what he looked like, sensing she might be disappointed with reality. It was hard not to unleash her imagination with his witty off-topic comments and the way he sometimes addressed her as 'love' or 'sweetheart' in his messages. While her friend, Bonnie, told her his behaviour was borderline workplace harassment unable to resist pointing out the irony to her given that his focus was employment law. Bonnie warned her about getting involved with one of the boss's sons, but she didn't entirely mind Klaus's attention, choosing instead to interpret it as innocent flirting. These exchanges were safe, she thought, not yet quite ready to commit to re-enter the dating world again after her breakup with Tyler, though it had been nearly a year. It allowed her to fantasize without having to worry about heartbreak.
When she and Klaus first had a conference call together to review some of the research she had prepared, she realized it might not just be her imagination. His accent was perfectly seductive, and she could listen to him for hours ramble on about the shortcomings of a case or how he wanted her to organize a particular file for the next step.
Klaus's voice was much better suited for a phone-sex operator she often thought to herself. She would be lying through her teeth if she said she had never thought of him murmuring dirtier things into her ear as she touched herself before she went to sleep at night.
They first saw one another when he had asked her to join a video mediation – it would be a valuable experience for her to sit in on and she would help him take notes and navigate the parties between documents as needed, even though she had to wake up ridiculously early (stupid time zones). Thankfully, she hadn't yet turned her camera on when she saw him join the video call otherwise he would have noticed her mouth fall open. Immediately, she was drawn to his lips and his stubble-covered jaw. From there, she noticed his gorgeous blue eyes and his short but tousled dirty blonde hair. And finally, it was difficult for her not to admire the white collared fitted shirt, dark grey jacket, and black tie he was wearing.
His appearance, matched with his voice, definitely outdid her imagination.
When she turned on her camera, she thought she noticed him react to her appearance in the same pleasantly surprised way that she had, but she couldn't be sure.
She had spent the rest of the mediation, trying to avoid staring at his video box on her screen, studying him and studying the room he was in – which appeared to be a home office in the living room of a loft style London flat.
After the video mediation, she noticed that their communication began to shift more to video conferencing calls – whether he had initiated that or her, she couldn't be entirely sure, though they always seemed to be at the end of his day or after hours to accommodate her time difference, she presumed.
They grew close over the next few months, not romantically, but as coworkers, spending more time together working on files. It wasn't all work, however, and they got to know one another a bit more, in the way coworkers got to know one another through small talk. She learned that he was one of seven Mikaelson kids and he learned that she was an only child to a single mom. She didn't pry much into the Mikaelson family dynamics though, sensing that there was some tension between him, Finn, and their father even if she wasn't in the office to witness it every day. On a lighter note, she learned that he hated pineapple on pizza and he learned it was one of her favourite toppings. He liked classic rock, she preferred pop music. They were total opposites in a lot of ways but she was hopelessly smitten, notwithstanding the fact that he was the boss's son and she still knew very little about him.
And then one day, the conversation turned to their personal lives as they exchanged weekend plans over the phone. He informed her that he had a socially distant blind date that night at a new restaurant patio with a girl named Camille now that virus restrictions were loosening. On the one hand, she was pleased to discover that he was single, but on the other, she found herself seething with jealousy inexplicably at the prospect of him going on a date. Nevertheless, she feigned her well wishes for his blind date.
When he asked her what her plans were for the evening, she lied and said she too had a socially distant date with a guy named Matt. In truth, there was no date with a guy named Matt – Matt was her high school boyfriend and they had broken up long ago, though they remained friends. While Klaus thought she was on a date, she would actually be spending her Friday night as she usually did – at home alone (her mom would be working late at the Station) with a glass of wine, some popcorn, and a true crime documentary before she would inevitably fall asleep on the couch.
They exchanged well wishes for their dates that evening and they ended their phone call with assurances to catch up on Monday.
In fact, they caught up much sooner than that. Rather than wallow on the couch and indulge in mindless television, she decided to log in and get some work done in preparation for the next work week.
It was nearing eleven o'clock and two glasses of wine later when a notification popped up in the bottom right hand corner of her screen informing her that 'Niklaus Mikaelson' had logged in to the work chat portal.
She couldn't deny the excitement that rose in her chest at the sight of the notification. It felt like she was back in middle school with Bonnie and Elena waiting for their crushes to log into MSN so they could send instant messages and eagerly await replies.
Trying to shut out her thoughts of him and pretend that she didn't see the notification, she turned back to the case she was reading.
It was a few minutes later when a private chat notification from him popped up on her screen and her heart was sent racing.
She opened the window with some hesitant curiosity.
Niklaus M: Hello, love. Working late?
Biting her lip, she debated about whether or not to reply and what to say.
Caroline F: I could say the same thing about you seeing as you're a few hours ahead of me.
She wondered why he had logged on so late. Had he really been out this whole time with his blind date? The thought made her cringe. If that was the case, she was sure that he had most definitely broken some of the rules about social distancing.
Niklaus M: Can't sleep.
Perhaps he hadn't been out all night as she thought.
Niklaus M: Reading work e-mails from Finn should do the trick, Zzzzzz.
Finn, being Klaus's brother, was the firm partner Klaus worked most closely with, begrudgingly so, as he gave Klaus all of the files from the bottom of the barrel that he couldn't be bothered with.
She laughed at his comment out loud at her desk, knowing first-hand how painful some of Finn's e-mails could be.
Niklaus M: How was your date?
Her eyebrows furrowed, frustrated that he had the chance to ask her about her "date" before she could ask him about his.
Caroline F: Do you want the honest answer?
Niklaus M: You got lucky?
She laughed, her cheeks going red at the suggestive nature of his comment while also knowing that nothing even close to a hook up had happened.
Caroline F: There was no date. I didn't want to sound like a loser when I told you about my actual plans for Friday night after you told me you had a date.
There was a delay in his response, though the chat window told her that he was typing an answer. She waited anxiously for his reply, embarrassed that she had told him the truth. He probably thought she was so pathetic.
Niklaus M: Well unless your actual plans were to work on the research memo my father asked you to prepare, I won't think you're a loser.
Caroline F: Wine and Netflix.
Niklaus M: And chill?
She rolled her eyes with a grin, knowing he was trying to be cheeky.
Caroline F: I was alone.
Niklaus M: So?
Caroline F: I was watching serial killer documentaries.
Niklaus M: Whatever does it for you, lol.
She laughed to herself, trying to think about how she might respond. Before she could, she noticed Klaus was typing another message to her.
Niklaus M: If it makes you feel any better, my date wasn't that great.
Caroline F: What happened?
Her fingers had typed out her question and hit send before she could stop herself. She cursed under her breath for asking him, but she wanted to know.
Niklaus M: She bailed – something about taking care of her uncle. Guessing she got cold feet.
It was petty, but she found herself grinning happily at the turn of events.
Caroline F: That's too bad. Her loss.
Her loss was her gain, she thought to herself.
Niklaus M: Your gain?
Great minds thought alike, she concluded to herself as she smirked at his overt flirtation.
Caroline F: That depends on whether you'll finish writing this research memo for me…
Niklaus M: That depends…what do I get in return if I do?
She was blushing hard at their playful banter. Thankfully, he could not see her. She hesitated, not sure how to respond.
Caroline F: Name your price…
She knew the open-ended invitation was about to get them into trouble.
Niklaus M: That's not a question to ask a man at 4 a.m. after he's had a couple of drinks, sweetheart.
Chewing the inside of her lip anxiously, she debated about how to respond.
Caroline F: Try me…
Her boldness surprised her and she hoped he would catch onto her hints, shifting her eyes back and forth from her screen while she waited for him to respond.
Niklaus M: Genevieve from HR didn't put you up to this, did she, lol?
Caroline F: No! I've barely spoken to her since I started.
Laughing, she shook her head even though he could not see her from his screen where he was. Apparently he thought she was trying to entrap him to get him in trouble with HR.
Niklaus M: Do you want the honest answer or the professional one?
He was giving her another out, but she didn't want to take it.
Caroline F: It's after hours…give me the honest answer.
She held her breath in anticipation of his reply, changing windows on her screen to the case she was reading to distract herself, pretending as though their conversation hadn't taken the direction it had taken, afraid to know what his answer might be.
It wasn't long before she received his response and she opened their chat quickly before she chickened out.
Niklaus M: I can't stop thinking about you, Caroline…unprofessional thoughts. I've tried to stop and I can't.
Her stomach clenched with excitement, thinking about how to reply. She wanted him to know that she was not put off by his answer without coming off as desperate.
Before she could answer, he quickly sent a follow up message.
Niklaus M: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. I've probably made you feel terribly uncomfortable. I'll stop.
She didn't want him to stop.
Caroline F: No. Tell me what you think about…I want to know.
Niklaus M: Are you sure?
This was a dangerous game, her conscience warned her, but she was too intrigued to stop him.
Caroline F: Yes.
She shifted anxiously in her chair as she stared intently at the chat box which indicated that Klaus was typing a message.
Niklaus M: I think about how delicious you probably taste.
Her face grew hot and she felt a familiar throb begin to pulse between her legs.
Niklaus M: I think about how if we were actually in the office working late…
She could feel her heart pounding in anticipation for him to continue, a little surprised by the sudden turn her night had taken, not having expected to be engaged in a conversation like this with him, though she herself had often fantasized about him.
Caroline F: What would we be doing?
Her panties were already soaked – she could feel the material against her thighs as she clenched her legs together – and her nipples had grown hard against the cotton material of her tank top.
This was wrong on so many levels, but she couldn't resist tempting him to elaborate. Her body was on fire with excitement and she couldn't remember the last time she had been so turned on by a simple exchange of words.
Niklaus M: I'd be on my knees in between your thighs devouring you as you sat at my desk trying to finish a case brief or factum.
Holy fuck, she thought to herself, his detailed sexual confession sending her reeling as she processed the mental image he had drawn for her. She would be lying if she said that she hadn't thought about a similar scenario involving him once or twice.
She found herself dipping her hand underneath her shorts and panties, soaking her fingers with the ample evidence of her arousal.
She hadn't planned on touching herself to his words – it was just curiosity, she reasoned. She just wanted to see how wet he had made her. But, as her fingers glided along her folds, it was difficult to ignore how good it felt and she found herself repeating the motion, circling her swollen clit teasingly. Yes, she was touching herself.
Niklaus M: Would you like that?
He had asked her to test the waters, obviously concerned that perhaps his confessions had left her feeling uncomfortable.
She did her best to type with one hand while the other remained occupied.
Caroline F: Yes…
Niklaus M: Are both of your hands on the keyboard?
How the hell had he suspected that she was preoccupied? She was embarrassed that he had seemingly caught her red handed, but she was too turned on to lie to him.
She paused her touches, smirking as she contemplated her reply.
Caroline F: Do you want the honest answer or the professional one?
Resuming the movement of her hand against the sensitive flesh between her legs, she waited excitedly for his response.
Niklaus M: I want the naughty answer.
She was emboldened by her lust, her rational thought clouded by her arousal and her fingers working against the sensitive bundle of nerves at her centre.
Caroline F: No.
Niklaus M: Good girl
His praise made her ache harder as she imagined him telling her that in person as she complied with his instructions or pleasured him as he had pleasured her.
Niklaus M: I guess you like the thought of me on my knees for you.
Caroline F: Tell me more…
She needed to read more of his thoughts, needing him to finish the picture for her so that she could finish herself.
Niklaus M: I want to fuck you with my tongue, Caroline. Feel your hands tugging my hair, forcing me close to you as your hips grind against my face.
Her eyes closed shut as she imagined that he was actually on his knees in between her legs and her fingers were actually his tongue, teasing her clit, tempting her closer to orgasm.
Caroline F: Don't stop.
She hoped he discerned the urgency in her words.
Her legs were tensed; one leg was folded with her foot propped against the seat of her chair while the other foot was pressed firmly against the floor.
She was whimpering under her laboured breaths as she continued to stroke herself, picking up the pace, eager for her release.
Niklaus M: I want you to come on my mouth, Caroline. I want to taste it. Come for me sweetheart…
It was such a simple request, but it was one that had her seeing stars as her orgasm crept up on her and overtook her.
Her head fell back as she gasped, moaning out loud while her body shook and she convulsed against her fingers in the most pleasurable of ways.
Continuing to stroke herself lightly, she revelled in the pleasurable aftershocks echoing inside of her as her body relaxed.
She needed a moment to revel in the feeling – she couldn't actually remember the last time she had had given herself an orgasm that good.
Sprawled out in her chair, she let her body uncoil, catching her breath as she removed her hand from inside her panties and cleaned herself up with a tissue.
Niklaus M: Should I continue?
Caroline F: I finished…
Her admission made her blush. Sure, she had dirty talked with her ex Tyler over the phone and by text, but this was a bit different. Klaus was not her boyfriend and more than that, he was her co-worker.
While she was sure she would come to regret this and it would fill her with anxiety and dread as she worried over whether Klaus would sell her out to his friends at the firm putting an end to her law career which had barely even begun.
For now, she wanted to bask in the afterglow of her pleasure.
Niklaus M: Really?
Caroline F: That's the honest answer.
Niklaus M: You're welcome, sweetheart.
She smirked guiltily, knowing this was not likely the price he had in mind when she had first propositioned him to write her research memo.
Caroline F: I'd like to express my gratitude.
The angel on her shoulder chastised her for being so tawdry while the devil on the other cursed her for not being slutty enough.
Niklaus M: I would love to take you up on that, sweetheart, but I think I'm going to have to take a rain check – my alarm is due to wake me up in less than four hours. Jack Martel voluntold me at 5:00 o'clock this evening to attend a weekend advocate's conference in his stead because he would rather go golfing, I imagine.
His rejection stung, but she tried not to read too much into it. She forgot about the time difference and if she had been in his time zone with the start of the day quickly approaching, she would probably bail too in order to try and get what sleep she could. She also knew there was a conference this weekend that the senior lawyers were participating in, so Klaus's reason (or excuse) checked out.
Caroline F: Oh, right. Okay, another time. I'm sorry for keeping you up. We will talk Monday.
Niklaus M: Don't be sorry, love, it was most definitely my pleasure. I look forward to seeing you on Monday. Sweet dreams.
His recovery was swift and smooth and she found herself reassured by his words despite the small lingering voice of self doubt in her mind.
The weekend was filled with thoughts of him and the dirty words they exchanged.
It got to the point where even the prospect of talking to him on Monday excited her despite the anxiety she felt about confronting him for the first time since their Friday night tryst over the internet.
She touched herself to thoughts of him pleasuring her and uttering dirty words into her ear. She had made herself come several times over whispering his name under her breath.
Her imagination left her feeling guilty, but considering all the files she had helped him with by day, she supposed inspiring her imagination by night was the least he could do for her.
That Monday morning she woke to find the research memo she had been working on Friday evening sitting in her e-mail inbox from Klaus fully completed. He had obviously worked on it over the weekend – even during the virtual conference he was supposed to have attended.
You're welcome. I'm sure my father will appreciate it more than the memos I did for him as a young associate. Perhaps a repeat of Friday evening is in order? I'll name my price later – Klaus.
Her face was red with embarrassment, but sore from the stupid grin she was sporting.
She'd spent that morning ensuring she looked her best, anticipating they might cross visual paths in the scheduled afternoon case conference he had invited her to sit in on as she had done much of the leg work in prepping the brief.
Instead, she was disappointed to see that it was Finn attending in place of Klaus who, she found out, had been called to attend an urgent motion on behalf of one of the other partners, Victor Castiel, who had fallen ill with the virus. His son, Lucien, another associate, had also come down with the virus.
She felt guilty for feeling annoyed and frustrated by the sudden turn of events as she knew the virus was serious. Likewise, she imagined that Klaus was probably drowning in a file that he hadn't had much involvement in up to this point.
Nevertheless, she had been looking forward to seeing him and unfortunately the virus and work had other plans and so for now, her fantasies would have to suffice and tide her over.
That evening as she worked putting a further dent in her pile of weekend e-mails with her laptop from bed, she caved and she e-mailed him, emboldened by her evening glass of wine, thanking him for the memo – he'd obviously worked on it over the weekend before he knew he would be stepping into an urgent motion. She offered her (professional) assistance to him if he needed it, knowing some of his other files would be languishing this week until the motion, and all the work that it would require afterwards, was completed.
Despite the work keeping her busy in her inbox, she found herself thinking of him and his words, wondering what it might be like to be with him in person.
Before long, her laptop was cast aside and her hand was in between her legs teasing herself relentlessly while her free hand rummaged through her nightstand drawer for her favourite phallic-shaped vibrating toy – thankful that her mom was working another night shift so that she didn't have to worry about disturbing her with the noise she might make.
She pulled down her floral patterned boy shorts for easier access and lifted her white tank top to massage her breasts, imagining that her hands were his hands on her body, thinking about the dirty words of encouragement he might offer her to continue.
Her thoughts alone had made her unbelievably wet and she rubbed her aching bud in circular motions for a bit longer, pretending as though it was his tongue giving her such pleasure.
Normally she would resort to porn or erotic fiction on her phone to inspire her solo fun, but she didn't need to with her mind spinning with thoughts of him – her phone had been discarded on her nightstand in favour of lewd fantasies of him going down on her in several naughty positions.
From there, she reached for the purple toy on her mattress beside her, dipping it between her legs without the vibration to get used to the sensation as she teased her clit and her opening with the tip, clenching her eyes shut as she thought about what it might feel like to have Klaus taunt her like this with his cock.
Needing more, she turned on the vibration, arching her back and releasing a quiet whimper at the intense sensation against the throbbing bundle of nerves between her legs. This toy was seriously the best gift she had given her single self after her break up with Tyler and had made her question, many times, why she was even interested in pursuing another relationship with anyone.
That was before she encountered Klaus. Now, as she gyrated her hips against the toy, she was imagining that it was his tongue or his cock that she was grinding against. When she inserted it slowly inside herself, she fantasized that she was pinned beneath him while he stretched her open with his cock.
She even murmured his name under her breath as she fucked herself faster, the toy filling her while the palm of her hand slid over her clit rhythmically as she thrust the toy in and out.
Her free hand played with her nipples, making her core throb harder as she worked herself into a frenzy.
In that very moment, on the edge of her release, she would have jumped on a plane to the United Kingdom simply to have him the way she wanted – travel restrictions be damned.
As she brought herself closer, she thought about him whispering in her ear, telling her to let go, to come for him, to come on his cock while buried himself inside of her.
Just as she was about to orgasm, the vibration of her toy was drowned out by the alert on her laptop.
Startled as though she had been caught in the act, she cursed as she fumbled to shut her toy off. Discarding the toy on the bed beside her, she pushed her blankets aside and sat up, pulling down her shirt. Taken off guard, she shuffled hurriedly to grab her laptop.
It was a video call coming from Klaus through their work messaging portal.
Her eyes widened and she briefly debated about whether or not to answer his call, wondering why he might be calling and thinking about her dishevelled bedtime appearance.
Thinking that he might be calling her about something work-related, her conscience got the better of her and she accepted the call, cursing herself when she realized she had answered prematurely without first disabling her camera.
She tried to brush her hair casually to fix it as she rested her computer in her lap and he appeared on screen. Thankfully, the dim lamp light of her room softened her makeup-less appearance.
"Evening, sweetheart," he greeted her.
He looked to be at his desk at his flat. She immediately noticed his own dishevelled appearance – though he managed to still look sexy. His hair was mussed, the collar of his white dress shirt undone and his black tie hanging untied around his neck. He was nursing what appeared to be a bottle of beer in his hand.
She had to stop her mind from descending into the gutter, but what she wouldn't give to climb into his lap and sink down onto his… she paused herself.
"Hi," she replied tentatively, mixed with a combination of concern for his call, annoyance over his poor timing, and embarrassment over what he had just interrupted – as if he had somehow known what she had been up to.
As he examined her through the camera, he seemed to realize that she was in bed, her headboard and pillows in the background behind her.
"Apologies for my disturbance, love, I didn't think you would be asleep yet. I just received your e-mail. It's only nine thirty there?" he noted guiltily.
She yawned instinctively, though she had not really been tired. In reality, she had been far from asleep when he called.
"It's okay," she replied. "I was just settling in," she lied – what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, she thought.
Klaus followed suit with a yawn as he leaned back against his chair. "You and me both," he said. "It's been a long day."
She nodded in agreement.
"How did the motion go today?" she asked hesitantly, sensing that he was displeased.
He shrugged as he rubbed his hand over his face and downed the remaining contents of his bottle. "A shit show basically."
"I'm sorry," she frowned. "Is there anything I can do?"
"That's why I'm calling you, actually," he started as he set the bottle on his desk in front of him. "The matter didn't get called until the end of the day and it got adjourned to continue tomorrow afternoon, so I might actually have a shot at salvaging this thing," he explained, holding up what appeared to be a brief in his hands so that she could inspect it on her screen. "However, I'm hoping you can help me do up some costs submissions like this one," he said, briefly flipping through the pages on the screen to show her more of the precedent he was referencing and giving her some specific direction with respect to the file so that she could tailor the submissions accordingly – both in the event that the motion was a success or a failure.
Notwithstanding her discomfort over the fact that she was speaking to him about the file half naked from her bed, they reviewed the file for nearly a half hour, Klaus completely unaware of her state of undress.
But, what was she going to do? Tell him she had to put the call on pause so she could put her underwear back on? She preferred not to have to explain herself.
As their talk about the file died down, her mind turned to the research memo.
"Thanks for helping me finish the research memo, by the way," she mentioned gratefully.
He smiled innocently pretending as though he didn't know what she was talking about so that she could take the credit for the work when she submitted it to his father, Mikael.
"So, are these submissions that you want me to do your price for the memo?" she inquired, alluding to his earlier message.
Smirking, he shook his head. "That would be the professional exchange between co-worker to co-worker, but I had a different price in mind for the memo," he said cryptically. "Something more enjoyable," he hinted.
The devious expression on his face filled her with a burning excitement in the pit of her stomach and told her that his price would not involve work at all but something more akin to their activities from the previous Friday. Perhaps she would be able to salvage what he had interrupted.
"What's your price?" she asked, curious to know what his response would be.
"It depends," he said with a shrug.
"On?" she challenged with a raised brow.
His lips rubbed together as he seemed consider his answer.
"On whether you are going to show me how you play with that toy on your bed," he challenged her with a wolfish grin.
Her eyes widened and her mouth went agape in horror as she turned to look down at the toy on the mattress behind her before looking back at herself in the corner of the computer screen. The way her computer was angled in her lap could have easily provided a glimpse of the toy, and obviously it had when she wasn't paying attention. She quickly shifted on the mattress to change the angle of the camera.
"I thought most girls sleep with stuffed animals," he commented with a snicker, pretending that his conscience was shocked by her choice of bedmate as he thoroughly enjoyed her humiliation.
Trying not to let him get to her, she turned up her nose at him defiantly. "Well, I'm not most girls," she retorted, downplaying her embarrassment.
He laughed. "Clearly," he acknowledged. "Though, stuffed animals would be more comfortable to sleep with I imagine, sweetheart," he pointed out.
"Well, stuffed animals aren't capable of giving me multiple orgasms in a row," she countered bluntly, no longer concerned about saving face, having already faced the worst of the worst when it came to an embarrassing situation – it couldn't get any worse.
Klaus gave her an intrigued look as he sat up in his chair. "Ah, so that's the real reason you were in bed so early," he teased. "You did seem a little out of breath when I called."
"You mean when you interrupted?" she corrected him, doing her best to defend against his playful taunting.
"My apologies, sweetheart," he said with a smirk playing on his lips.
She scoffed and shook her head in an effort to downplay her intrigue. "Yes, I have a sex toy, big deal. So what?" she asked defensively. "We're adults. A girl has needs, too. You know our jobs are non-stop stress," she reasoned in a rambling fashion, Klaus's smile only growing bigger as she grew more flustered.
He laughed. "You don't have to explain yourself sweetheart. Trust me, stress and I are well acquainted," he assured her, obviously referencing his day from hell.
She tried to recompose herself, embarrassed by how frazzled he'd gotten her.
"Perhaps you would like to pick up where we left off on Friday night…relieve some stress together?" he hinted. "Seems like we both had a similar thought," he suggested, referencing what she had been doing before his interruption.
Her cheeks reddened and she bit her lip nervously as she considered his invitation.
"Playing shy now, love?" he mused, looking at her intently. "What happened to the girl on Friday who wanted to express her gratitude?" he wondered, referencing her offer from Friday before the end of their conversation.
She sighed with an indifferent shrug. "You shot me down, remember?"
He turned his eyes upward. "Surely my rain check hasn't expired yet?" he confirmed, playing into her guilty conscience as his delicious looking lips pursed into a small pout.
"I don't know if this is a good idea," she debated, her rational thoughts suddenly striking through her wine buzz and the attraction she felt.
While they were separated by an ocean and a pandemic, something told her this was wrong, notwithstanding how badly he was making her ache.
"Come on, sweetheart. I don't bite," he tempted her, "unless you want me to."
She bit back the low moan that wanted to escape her lips in response to his encouragement.
"Who knows who could see our chat or video," she pointed out, worried that their more private activities could be monitored.
Klaus chuckled. "These chat logs and video calls can't be saved to for confidentiality and to avoid conflicts of interest between some of the client files. Though, I assume one of our staff tech nerds could access them if he wanted to," he said. "We might be doing them a favour, love."
She laughed at his comment, her nerves easing
"Why don't you tell me what had you so worked up before I interrupted you," he suggested, a curious sparkle in his eye as he tried to put their discussion back on track.
His smirk suggested that he already knew what she had been thinking about.
As her mind focused on her earlier thoughts and how sexy he looked waiting for her to indulge him, the inner debate she was having with herself over her concerns quickly faded and her baser desires won out.
"I was thinking about our conversation from Friday night," she admitted as Klaus's smirk turned into a satisfied grin, pleased that she was slowly taking him up on his offer and that his suspicions about her thoughts had been correct.
"What were you thinking about?" he prodded, curious to know the details of her fantasies.
She was unable to contain her bashful smile as she tried to work up the courage to go into more detail. When it came to this, she had experience with Tyler when they had been long distance, but it felt like forever ago and she was a bit out of practice. "I was thinking about you on your knees in between my legs after a late night at the office," she admitted.
"And what was I doing in between your legs?" he encouraged, tempting her to go further.
"Your tongue," she started, briefly getting lost in the mental image of him on his knees for her, looking up at her with those blue eyes of his. "Your tongue was teasing my pussy," she said, pushing down her discomfort with verbalizing her sexual desires.
She could hear a moan of approval escape Klaus's lips through his microphone which inspired her further.
Cutting him off before he could say anything, she continued, "My heel was digging into your back with my panties around my ankle, you propped my other leg up over the arm of the chair and my hands were tangled in your hair," she described, fighting the urge not to become lost in her own thoughts, wanting to reciprocate how he had helped her the previous Friday evening.
"Fuck, sweetheart. What an image. Where were my hands?" he asked curiously, as she could hear him fumbling with the belt of his pants, though she could not see below his torso on screen.
His enthusiasm spurred her on further. "One hand was fingering me, while the other was massaging my tits under my blouse."
"Mmm," he said approvingly, his aroused expression and heightened breathing suggesting that he was touching himself to her words. "I am good at multitasking," he admitted laughingly.
She laughed too.
"Perhaps you wouldn't mind lifting your shirt for me?" he requested tentatively, as though he expected her to shut him down.
Too enthused to continue, she disregarded what second thoughts she may have had, she decided to take him by surprise.
She rose to her knees in front of the camera so that her torso was the focus and her face was out of sight, revealing to him that she had only been wearing a tank top during their conversation and no underwear.
Looking down at the screen she could see his mouth agape.
"I think you've severely violated the office dress code, even for working from home," he mused lustfully, referencing her half naked appearance.
"You're the one who called me after hours," she pointed out as she lifted up her tank top, her modest breasts falling out for him to see as well.
"Remind me to do that more often," he practically growled out. "You look even more delectable than I imagined."
His compliment settled her nerves about exposing herself to him on camera. With his confidence boost, she discarded her tank top on the bed beside her.
"God, I want to feel your body and taste you so badly," he sighed. "Tell me, after I make you come all over my mouth and hands, where did your thoughts turn next?" he asked boldly.
Her hands lingered on her thighs a bit self consciously as she thought about his question.
"I slid off the chair and returned the favour while you leaned against the desk," she said, filling in the blank.
He groaned. "You have the perfect mouth for it," he said dirtily.
"Are you touching yourself?" she asked him, one of his hands still off-screen. "Thinking about my mouth on you instead of your hands?" she wondered, her pleased smirk hidden from his view.
"How could I not be?" he asked.
"Show me," she demanded, "it's only fair," she pointed out, considering the current view of her body he had.
She could see him reach towards his computer to adjust the angle of the camera to include his lower torso. Her eyes widened at the sight of his pants pulled down to his thighs revealing his sizeable and firm cock grasped in his hand.
"Do you like what you see, sweetheart?" he asked her curiously as he began to stroke himself right in front of her.
Oh yes, she most certainly did, her mind instantly turning to what she would like to do with his cock if she was with him in person. "Mmmhmm," she hummed in quiet affirmation.
"Perhaps you should follow my lead, love?" he proposed. "You look like you're aching to be touched as well," he observed, no doubt referencing the swollen bud between her legs.
Dragging her hands up her thighs, she slipped her fingers between her folds, teasing herself. She couldn't help but whimper as she circled her three middle fingers over her clit, which was still so sensitive from her earlier activities.
"Show me your fingers," he asked her.
She was a bit self-conscious, but she was too far gone to deny his request at this point, holding up her fingers to the camera so he could see them glistening with her juices.
"Fuck," she heard him curse under his breath – likely a combined reaction to the sight on his screen and the movement of his hand teasing the head of his cock. "You're so wet. Let me see you taste yourself, sweetheart," he requested.
She would be lying if she said she didn't like obliging his dirty requests and this one was no exception. Shuffling away from the camera back towards her pillows gave him a full view of her on display for him and she drew two of her fingers into her mouth purposefully slow, the tangy taste of her arousal hitting her tongue.
The low groan that escaped his lips suggested that the simulated oral sex she was performing on her fingers excited him. To be perfectly honest, it excited her too as she watched him touch himself and she thought about pleasing him.
"Is that how you would fuck me with your mouth if we were in the office and I was against your desk?" he questioned, his hand working himself as she slipped hers back between her legs.
"I don't know if the research memo was that good," she teased with a smirk, rocking her hips against her hand while the other palmed her breast.
He scoffed playfully. "I was a RA in law school," he retorted in his defence. "You should be thanking me with more than just your mouth, love."
"Oh?" she said coyly.
"I'm sure you've thought about it once or twice," he suggested with a smug grin that made her thighs shake.
She feigned offence, doing her best to hide her guilty grin, but failing miserably.
"You have," he concluded. "Tell me, Caroline, what happens after you torture me with your lips?"
Her name never sounded so good when it dripped from his accented-tongue.
"I straddle you in the chair and have my way with you," she said simply with a shrug, as though this were any other topic of conversation.
Her blunt response took him by surprise and he coughed out a shocked laugh. "I can't say that I would object to that," he admitted.
She smiled, imagining him as he was now with his shirt unbuttoned and his pants undone seated at the desk chair, pushed back against the wall to prevent it from moving, waiting for her to climb on top of him.
"Perhaps a demonstration is in order?" he mentioned, his voice laced with sexual suggestion and want for her.
She raised her eyebrows, curious as to what he meant.
"Let me see you use the toy, love. Imagine that it's me you're fucking," he instructed her, nodding towards the camera and the toy that was beside her on the mattress.
Her eyes casted down towards the toy she had been using just before his call. She was too turned on to debate the merits of his request. She wanted to use it as much as he wanted to watch her use it – she didn't need much convincing.
Reaching for the toy, she turned the vibration on a low setting and gauged his reaction.
"Good girl," he encouraged, stroking himself slowly, staving off his own release so that he could watch her use the toy.
His suggestive praise and enthusiasm made her tingle even more. Tyler was always insecure when it came to her masturbating and the toys she liked to use. Toys had been blacklisted from their fun, only to be used by her when she was alone and without him knowing about it. Klaus was different than Tyler; he seemed to revel in the sight of her pleasuring herself, even if he wasn't the direct source of that pleasure.
She slid the toy lightly over her folds, getting used to the teasing sensation that its low hum provided to her, thinking about how she might do the same with Klaus's cock to start off if she was with him in person.
"Do you like this?" she asked him, fighting the urge to close her eyes and lose herself in the feeling of her touch.
His tongue ran over his lips and he nodded eagerly. "You have no idea, love," he assured her, his hand quickening its pace.
The sight of him watching her intently, literally getting himself off to the sight of her, and the feeling of the toy circling her opening was becoming too much.
She held it firmly, lowering her hips at the same time, the head of the toy slowly slipping inside of her.
"I wish I was that toy," he said, his breathing becoming more laboured as he worked himself faster.
Grinding her hips down towards her hand holding the toy, she took it in deeper, whimpering in relief as it entered her further, imagining that she was sat upon Klaus's lap, taking him inside of her instead.
"I wish you were too," she agreed, her thighs tense as she started to move her hips a little faster, enjoying the way the base of her thumb would glide against her clit each time she rocked her hips downwards.
He groaned in response to her admission. "Tell me what you want," he urged her, his own hips bucking upwards to meet the movements of his hand on his cock.
"I want to feel you fill me," she confessed to him, her own lewd words escaping her lips taking her a bit by surprise.
He licked his lips in contemplation.
"I'm not going to last much longer if you keep talking like that, sweetheart," he warned her.
She smirked, pleased with herself, wanting to make him fall over the edge the way that he had made her the previous Friday night, how he was about to make her for a second time.
"I want to feel you stretch me, feel your hands on my ass, your mouth on my tits as I ride you," she revealed as her hand moved the toy a bit more frantically inside of her while her other hand teased her nipples.
His panting and grunts filled the air in response. "Fuck," he hissed, his hips jerking violently as she saw evidence of his orgasm spill out, coating his hand.
The sight of him getting off for her on screen did her in and she soon joined him, crying out while she came undone, her body convulsing with shocks of pleasure as her muscles clenched around the toy like a vice.
They were both lost in their own pleasure, but she was already wanting more.
"Again," she practically pleaded to him, even though it was her who was in control of her pleasure. She craved a second release, pushing through the sensitivity of her first, continuing to pump the toy in and out of her, her swollen clit rocking against the firmness of her palm, knowing it would take her less than a minute if she focused.
She was sweating and her legs were on fire, but she was desperate to feel those euphoric spasms between her legs that he had helped inspire one more time.
He was watching her intently, seemingly impressed by her stamina. The strokes of his hand had slowed as he caught his breath and began to recover from his own release.
The sight of him dishevelled and completely spent sent her reeling, thinking about what it might feel like to grind against his cock as he came down from his high and she chased after her second.
"Come for me again, sweetheart," he urged her. "Let go."
She buried the toy deep, twisting it inside her as she thrust her hips against her hand, the combined sensation coupled with his naughty encouragement pushing her over the edge a second time.
"Yes!" she exclaimed in relief, sitting against the backs of her calves with the toy still inside as her body quaked with violent pleasure around the object.
She had to extend her free hand in front of her, burying it in the mattress to brace herself from collapsing while she attempted to regain her composure.
"Oh my god," she said in awe of the magic she could stir inside of herself with a little coaxing.
Lifting her head, she removed the toy, allowing Klaus to catch a glimpse, unashamed by how she had coated it with the creamy evidence of her excitement.
"Wow," he commented, his excited tone an indication that he very much liked the sight. "I think you enjoyed yourself."
She nodded in agreement as she cast the toy aside, still trying to process the powerful conclusion to their very erotic long distance encounter.
"So did you," she noted, reminding him of his own orgasm as she watched him begin clean up the evidence with several tissues in hand.
"Your gratitude is acutely felt, love," he acknowledged, referencing their earlier conversation.
She laughed, grabbing for her tank top and boy shorts to dress, noting the pout Klaus flashed her as he began to do the same, zipping up his pants.
"Why do I feel like I still owe you?" she wondered.
He shrugged with a smirk playing on his lips. "Consider the score very much settled, sweetheart," he reassured her.
Dressed, she shuffled back against her headboard with her computer in her lap, stretching out her limbs that had been so tense in anticipation of her release.
"Until I finish those submissions for you tomorrow morning," she pointed out glibly, as she started to close out windows she had left open on her desktop prior the unexpected turn her evening had taken.
"Any more research memos you need me to write in exchange?" he offered teasingly.
It was then that she noticed an e-mail pop up from Finn asking her to call him tomorrow afternoon so that they could discuss her eventual transition to their London office, now that travel restrictions appeared to be easing and the courts were beginning to expand to hear a wider array of non-urgent matters.
"I had a different price in mind for the submissions…something more enjoyable," she hinted to Klaus, referencing back to his earlier words as she turned her attention back to him.
Klaus grinned, unaware of the e-mail she had just received from his brother.
Perhaps this price would be paid in person.
A/N: So, I left it open-ended in case the mood ever strikes and I decide to write another part. Hearing your thoughts is always very much welcomed, so please feel free to leave me a review 3