AN: Part 2 to one of my Smutmas drabbles, which can be found in chapter 17.
Some people requested part 2 to this one and since I'm currently on the wave of feels that was this 5-second Klaroline mention...why not?
This is basically PWP, so nsfw, obviously.
Caroline gasped in awe when she entered the dining room. Klaus had really outdone himself this time.
Days earlier, they had decided to celebrate their 10th Christmas together by confessing and playing out their fantasies. While Klaus admitted he had dreamed of pursuing her dressed like a Red Riding Hood to his Big Bad Wolf, Caroline confessed her desirable role playing scenario would be one of Egyptian Queen and her favourite slave. At that, he just curved his lips in the most sinful smirk and told her to worry only about her own costume and leave everything else to him.
That proved to be the best decision, really, Caroline thought, as she took a look around.
The dining room had been transformed completely, with the long table at the front, covered with all kinds of exotic fruit, cream, caramel and a wine fountain. Next to it, there was an ancient looking throne, made of ivory and gold, heavily encrusted with jewels and Caroline could swear it looked too authentic not to have been stolen from some museum. The centerpiece of the room, however, was the enormous four-poster mahogany bed, with the thinnest chiffon drapes around it.
Klaus was standing by the table, clad only in a linen coverlet fastened dangerously low around his hips, the taut planes of his chest left for her to admire.
It all screamed decadence and sin, and Caroline was all about it as she sauntered confidently into the room. She wanted to smile at how Klaus had gone out of his way to recreate her fantasy but she kept in mind that right now, she was not Caroline. She was his Queen and his Mistress, she thought as ambled forward, her silk, almost transparent gown revealing her long lean legs with each step she took.
"My Queen," like a true slave, he bowed when she reached him, his eyes cast down, although he still managed to steal a heated lustful glance, looking from under his eyelashes.
"Niklaus," she licked her lips and pressed a finger to his chest, "It's come to my attention that you are mine to command today." Her finger roamed, slowly scraping its way down in a teaseful play. Caroline could feel his muscles flexing even under this smallest touch. She could see how hard Klaus was fighting for control, so as not to just grab her wandering hand, press her to his body and have his way with her. The power she felt was invigorating, tension slowly coiling in her lower belly. She could tell the moment Klaus caught the scent of arousal, the flicker of gold glimmering in his eyes.
"I'm yours to serve, my Queen," he said almost innocently, but Caroline could hear a glint of playfulness in his voice. That was unacceptable. She would make him take her seriously if needed. She would bring him to his knees.
"Good," she drawled, raising her hand and patting him on the cheek. "Be a good boy and feed your Mistress, then." Walking off to the throne as she said it, Caroline noticed the way his jaw clenched, his eyes darkened with lust when he followed her, clearly taking up the challenge.
It was on.
"More," she moaned lowly, hands clutching to the armrests of the throne she was sitting on, head thrown back in pleasure as Klaus sucked her nipple into his mouth.
Oh, he had fed her, alright.
Her beautiful gown was lying in shreds on the floor and the feast moved to her very naked body.
The delicate puffs of cream she had licked off his fingers, his eyes devouring her when she sucked them off.
The most juicy pieces of peaches, their sour sweet taste mixing with the unique taste of Klaus between the many kisses they had shared.
Wine he had drunk off her belly button, circling it with his crafty tongue, skimming down her over-sensitive skin as the liquid dripped lower…
And it wasn't the only thing that was dripping.
Just the sight of Klaus, kneeling between her parted thighs, looking at her with that unadulterated longing and pure admiration that she knew very well were not any part of role-playing, did her in.
He grazed her nipple with his teeth one last time and then locked his eyes with hers, his fingers digging into her thighs.
"What would you have me do now, Mistress?" he asked, the question rolling off his tongue like a sinful promise of what was to come.
"Lick me. I want you to make me come with your tongue," Caroline laced her voice in steel, even if she was trembling to her very core.
"As you wish, my Queen," came his hoarse response. He sat on his knees, facing her already soaking pussy. Licking his lips, he parted her folds with his fingers, spreading the wetness over her slit. "Delicious," he whispered, as he tasted her arousal, closing his mouth around one of his digits.
Caroline clenched her inner muscles, the erotic sight sending her senses into the overdrive. She needed more. And she needed it now.
"Stop stalling. Make me come," she demanded, glaring at him.
"Yes, my Mistress," it came out almost meek but Klaus had never been meek in his entire life and then she gasped out loud as he drove two fingers into her, sucking hard on her clit at the same time. His other hand closed around breast, massaging the delicate skin.
Soon, Caroline was writhing on that throne, fingers tugging at his dirty blonde curls while he worked her throbbing clit with his mouth. She whimpered at the loss of contact when he withdrew his fingers, only to let out an embarrassingly high-pitched squeal as his slick tongue dived into her, his lips closing on her engorged folds. Bucking her hips frantically, she chased her high, crying out obscenities into the air as Klaus sucked and licked and sipped, all the moves making her wild. Then he pinched her clit, fingers of his other hand pulling at her nipple and Caroline came hard, in a toes-curling, eyes-rolling, earth-shattering orgasm.
Her breathing ragged, she didn't have one moment to collect herself as Klaus was already there, mouth crushing with hers, and she locked her legs around his hips while she was tasting herself on his lips, arousal pooling anew in her whole body.
They were on the bed, Klaus lying on his back with Caroline straddling him, her arousal marking his skin in places where she had rubbed against him, his cock hard in her hands.
The hybrid made a move as if he wanted to get up, his arms reaching to envelop her but she stopped him with hand placed flat on his chest, pushing him back to the mattress.
"Lay down," the command left her mouth, her human teeth grazing the swollen flesh of her lips. "I'm your Mistress and I want to take you like this."
His eyes flared with gold at the words but to her surprise, he leaned back obligingly, heated gaze fixed on her and fingers digging into her hips instead.
Caroline knew Klaus wasn't one to submit and he would have his revenge after today.
But it would be such a sweet price to pay, she thought, as she sank onto him oh-so-slowly, his girth spreading her walls deliciously, the friction making her squirm. Their eyes locked and Caroline swallowed loudly, seeing all kinds of promises flicker in his gold irises, veins protruding on his face.
She could feel her own vampire emerging from underneath and though she was dying to taste his warm rich blood, there would be time for that later. Right now, she wanted control.
Leaning back, Caroline arched her spine and settled her hands on his knees, steadying herself. She started moving, rotating her hips and then sliding up and down his cock.
"Fuck, Caroline," Klaus groaned, forgetting about the role-play as he rocked in rhythm with her, the angle making him hit all the right spots. They both looked fascinated at their joined bodies, as his cock thrust in and out of her, stretching her pussy.
"Klaus...I'm so close," she whimpered, her muscles clenching around him as he hit her g-spot.
"Come for me, love. My Queen. My Mistress. You look glorious like this, riding my cock," he cooed, his words spreading warmth through her body and then he quickened the pace, driving her to the edge.
The room filled with their moans, air thin around them with the drapes around the bed, only their breaths heard with the rest of the world shut down.
Klaus placed his hand on her lower abdomen, gently stroking her skin, in contrast to the fast pace of his hips. Slowly, it dipped lower and when Caroline could feel the first waves of her climax approaching, he firmly pressed his thumb to her clit. "Come for me," he whispered and she did, her body jolting forward at his sudden caress as she went over the edge.
"Klaus," she cried out, spasming around him violently, her release coaxing his own and he came with her name on his lips, shaking just as she was.
"That was incredible," Caroline murmured against his ear after she flopped boneless onto his chest, nuzzling into his neck. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet, my Queen. This was just the beginning," Klaus assured her confidently, flipping her onto her back and under him, his crimson lips travelling down her chest.
"Yes," she sighed as his tongue licked at her slit once more, gathering their mixed juices.
The day was, indeed, just beginning.
*slightly nervous* So...? Please review and tell me if you liked it or not ;)
Till next time,
MrsAgentCooper.
