A/N Hey KC fans! Thank you so much for the positive feedback on the last chapter. I worry about this story, mostly because it's so different than a lot of what I've read. Knowing you all seem to like it gives the confidence to keep it going. Please take the time to let me know what you think. I also welcome requests, although I can't make any promises. You can submit an anon ask on tumblr, leave a review or message me. La Douleur Exquise is French for "The Exquisite Pain." On with the smut!


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Chapter Four – La Douleur Exquise

The first thing Caroline thought when Klaus closed the padlock at the back of her neck was that collars were heavier than they looked. Fashioned like a dog collar, it bore three heavy platinum rings to denote that she was in training. Full collars could take years to earn. Training collars were presented as soon as slaves were selected to join the staff of the famed L'attrait des Tenebres. It was perfectly tailored to snugly fit her neck and made of thick and exquisitely soft fine leather the color of merlot with fluffy black fox fur lining. Most of the slaves wore black collars. Personal slaves belonging to the Mikaelson family wore red to indicate their status – and to advertise that they were completely off limits.

"You look lovely, princesse," her Master praised as he stood behind her while she checked herself out in the mirror. Along with the collar, she wore matching wrist and ankle cuffs that were also locked in with magical padlocks that no vampire could break. Many of the slaves had other decorations on their bodies such as piercings, clamps, jewelry, brandings and tattoos. As with full collars, such things had to be earned through dedicated service to the pleasure house.

"Thank you, Master," Caroline whispered as she processed her new appearance. Three days ago, she'd been a freshly divorced immortal 17-year-old trying to build a life for herself. Now, she was the personal pleasure slave of Niklaus Mikaelson, the Original Hybrid and owner of the massive establishment. He'd taken an immediate liking to her and it was very mutual. She'd had better sex in the last two days than in her thirty-year relationship with her now ex-husband. Matt Donovan had been a sweet guy, but he was terribly boring and, in spite of her many offers of immortality, still human. In retrospect, it was hard to imagine why she'd ever married him in the first place. He'd never stared at her with the predatory gaze currently painting Klaus' features. She'd never felt more alive in all her years of being dead.

The hybrid patted both of her biceps from behind and kissed her cheek before commanding, "Hands and knees, sweetheart." Without a sound, his slave immediately obeyed and fell to the ground. He began walking and snapped his fingers to indicate that she should crawl along behind him. He smirked at the ginger way she moved with the plugs in both her pussy and ass. Such a good little pleasure slave. He had high hopes for her.

The vivacious blonde was nearly a virgin compared to him, but she hadn't balked at any of his commands so far. As much as he'd hoped she would refuse the magical tongue of Davina Claire, he had half expected her to spread her legs for the raven-haired slave. Curious as to why, he'd asked her flat-out if she was just completely heterosexual, which he'd hoped wasn't the case. As it turned out, luck was on his side. After some careful prodding, he'd gotten her to admit she'd fantasized about being with a woman for years… it was simply that her new Master was all she could think about since her arrival. Yes, she was aroused beyond belief, but she was convinced that she would make an ass of herself and embarrass him if she couldn't finish for anyone else.

The hybrid really needed to break her of that pesky insecurity. Modesty and timorousness had no place at L'attrait des Tenebres. His plan for the day involved exposing her to the crowds as much as possible is as many potentially humiliating ways as possible. The more she submitted to the owner of the pleasure house, the more the throngs of supernaturals would love her. It was a lesson she was yet to learn. He'd fix that by personally subjecting her to all manners of delicious tortures designed to help her reach her full potential. He had big plans for his new toy.

As much as Klaus enjoyed her and would have loved to have her follow him around all day, he suspected that wouldn't be enough for her. She was his princess, true, but she was also a queen. He'd been kicking around ideas for which role would be best for her and had settled on training her as a Domina. He could just see her dressed in leather and lace ordering men around as they did her bidding. They would long to touch her but would never be permitted to do so. Caroline's regal attitude he could share, but the vibrant blonde's body belonged to him. The idea of everyone pining after what was his was intoxicating.

The hybrid couldn't wait to see her in action but first he had to turn her into his perfect little slut. So far, she had exceeded all expectations. Davina had come up early that morning to show her how to set the table and serve her Master breakfast. When he'd told Caroline to thank her with a deep kiss, she hadn't hesitated. The smell of her arousal definitely confirmed she was up for some girl on girl action. He'd been so pleased that he let his breakfast get cold in favor of bending her over the table and making her beg for an orgasm. She'd done so well that he'd given her two before allowing her to suck his cock with her hands bound behind her back. She had responded surprisingly well to being used for his pleasure.

Caroline was kneeling at his feet as he sat on his comfy couch. "Is that something you enjoy? Degradation? Feeling like a toy?" he asked casually in that this-is-totally-a-normal-conversation tone that always excited and humiliated her in equal measure.

Well, perhaps that was her answer… Blushing furiously, she fought to hold his eyes and nodded timidly. "Yes, Master. I like being your toy."

"Good answer," he replied with a smirk as he tugged her up by a nipple to straddle his lap. "We call humiliation la douleur exquise. The exquisite pain. You certainly seem to have a flair for it," he teased, eyeing the wetness between her legs after their conversation. She blushed furiously and it made it cock twitch in his jeans. He wound his fingers in her long blonde curls and attacked her mouth with vicious kisses that left both of them breathless. He was the first to regain his composure. Resuming his interrogation, he pointed out, "Whatever your desires may be, mine is for everyone to know that you are my toy to play with as I see fit. To use in whatever way pleases me regardless of who may be present. It's not my wish to cause you discomfort." He paused as an amused grin spready across his face when she looked at him skeptically. "Well, alright, perhaps it is to a certain extent, but no more than you can take," he explained playfully as he pinched her nipple harder. "Is being paraded around in public something you think you can embrace? Answer me honestly and be realistic."

The naked blonde worried her lower lip as she thought about it. He'd warned her what would happen if she lied, or even omitted. He waited patiently as she formulated a response. She looked up at him shyly, her voice soft when she replied truthfully, "I like the way you look at me when I do things for you, but it's harder when you aren't there."

Klaus lifted his hand from her hip to graze her cheek with the back of his knuckles, enjoying the way she instinctively leaned into his touch. "I'm proud of you either way, love," he said sincerely. She offered up a coy smile and he couldn't resist kissing her again. Pulling away, he conceded, "But if that's the case, I'll keep you by my side for the next part of your training. Let you get comfortable with everyone." Her jaw dropped and she clapped her hands excitedly. He leaned forward and bit her finger before adding sternly, "However, you will need to be on your absolute best behavior. You cannot defy me in public in anyway. I have a reputation to uphold. Should you fail me, everyone will expect you to be severely punished. If you find that you're even approaching your limit, you need to pull me aside and call it. Do you understand and agree to those terms?"

Caroline thought about it for a minute. "You won't be mad if I have to stop?"

"No," he shot back quickly, shaking his head. "The most crucial ingredient in my family's empire is that everyone is here of their own free will. If you need to say no, I expect you to say it immediately. Don't wait until we're in the middle of a crowded room to tell me you can't do something. Got it?"

"Yes, Master," she replied obediently, more than a little relieved.

"Good girl," he praised, kissing her cheek. His harsh stubbled sent a bolt of arousal running down her spine and made her so very aware of the objects inside of her. The objects he'd put there. Even thinking about how naughty the whole thing was made her pussy clench around the plug. "Come," he commanded as he patted her thigh, "let's get you down to Stefan and have you prepared for the day." She happily followed after him to the door. Hand on the doorknob, he turned to her with a mischievous smirk. "You did say you wanted to stay at my side today, yes?"

The new slave gulped. She knew it was a setup but she longed to know exactly what he had planned. She was sure it would be both heaven and hell in equal measure. "Yes, Master. I would like to stay with you, please."

Before she could even process that he'd moved, he'd flashed to his bedroom and returned with a narrow strip of wood wrapped in hard leather and a long chain. The paddle looked suspiciously like a ruler, making her wonder exactly what he planned to do with it. He held up the chain and her eyes widened when she realized what he was doing. "Turn," he barked at her sternly. As soon as she did, she felt him tug her arms behind her back and fold them on top of each other just below her breasts, her nipples pushed outwards by her rigid posture. He attached the leather cuffs to the bottom of the chain and ran it up her back and through the ring at the back of her collar, five feet remaining for him to lead her around. He turned her around roughly to examine how she looked with her arms bound behind her back. He nodded in approval and picked up the leash and slipped the leather handle around his wrist. "Perfect. Good girl. Now, move," he commanded, smacking her ass hard with the paddle. She yelped, so he hit her again, and again, and again all the way to the elevator. He loved her sweet little noises. "Do not speak unless you are spoken to," he said in a clear warning.

Caroline's pussy clenched as she nodded. He slapped her ass with his palm before briefly twisting her butt plug to remind her it was there. As if she could forget. Every step was a reminder that she now belonged to the man leading her on a freaking leash. "Stefan," Klaus greeted amiably as he shook her keeper's hand, "make sure she gets the full treatment and don't be stingy with the marking cream."

"You got it, boss," the muscular gay man replied with a nod as he led Caroline to a table in the middle of the lounge area. Each keeper had a private room and a full calendar. It was common for Owners and their slaves to hang out in the large common space while they waited, although plenty of slaves were alone. Stefan had told her the day of her arrival that the pedestal in the center was by request only. Klaus had made a request, apparently. The hybrid unbound her wrists from behind her back and relocated the chain to a ring at the top of the comfy spa chair.

"Attention my lovelies," the Original loudly addressed the room, clapping his hands together. "To those of you unfamiliar, this is Caroline and she is training to be my own personal slave." A few gasps sprang up among the audience, but most of them already knew who she was. Klaus taking someone on was hot news. "I'll be taking her around myself today. If you've not yet been introduced, do come have a closer look at my new toy, but remember: Mikaelson slaves are off limits. Keep your hands to yourself or you'll be leaving without them." He turned to her and smirked at the blush staining her cheeks. Her modesty was adorable, but it had to go, unfortunately.

Klaus stood by with his hands clasped behind his back as Stefan worked on her for over an hour. They kept getting interrupted when her Master ordered her keeper to step aside so that literally everybody could come and examine every inch of her. It was mortifying and degrading and totally hot. Her face burned crimson every time someone pointed out the moisture pooling between her spread legs. Klaus beamed with pride when she lay there silent the entire time. Halfway through, he took her hand and made slow circles on her soft skin to sooth her as Stefan treated her nipples with the same freezing peppermint oil that made them stand at attention all day and night. After he finished with her breasts, Klaus barked at her to flip over and spread her legs. She obeyed immediately and was rewarded with a soft, "There's a good little slut. You're doing so well. Do you see how much they all love you?"

Caroline rested her cheek on the comfy chair and looked around. She had the rap attention of dozens of curious bystanders. She jumped a little bit when she felt a burning cream spread across the soft curves of her ass. She knew better than to ask, but she supposed that was the marking cream… whatever that meant. Klaus had known Stefan for nearly a hundred years, having met in Chicago in the 1920s. They were good friends, but the owner still insisted on switching his slave's plug out for a medium by himself. He took a step back and examined her closely. He smiled wickedly and murmured something to her keeper, who nodded and walked off to his assigned room. She wasn't sure what they were up to, but it made her pussy twitch around the plug just thinking about it. She'd been so fixated on the way Klaus was staring at her sapphire eyes that she didn't register at first that the younger man was talking to her.

The distracted blonde shook her head to clear her filthy thoughts and looked down at the tray in front of her. "Don't worry, love. They're clip ons. You'll have to earn the real thing," Klaus commented at her look of sheer terror as she eyes dozens of different pieces of body jewelry. She gulped and turned to her Master. He walked over to her and gently caressed his temple with the soft pad of his thumb. His touch instantly calmed her and she was able to select a blue ring encrusted with small diamonds. She had an idea where it was going to go. Her suspicions were confirmed when her Master ordered her to roll over. Stefan spread her legs and bent her knees but stopped at a feral growl. Klaus glared at him menacingly and her keeper held up his hands in surrender and stepped aside, handing his boss the play piercing. She gulped again at her Master's evil expression. He held her eyes as he parted her lips and lifted the skin protecting her already throbbing clit. She moaned out loud when she felt it pinch her tiny little bud. She could tell by how perfectly tight it was that it must have been secured by magic. The need for an orgasm was overwhelming and she damn near asked if she could touch herself in spite of their audience. Fuck, this place was changing her, helping her shed all her inhibitions.

Klaus was very pleased and he told her so. The hybrid smirked at her as he helped her up from the table. "Patience, princess," he teased playfully when she rubbed her thighs together. She groaned in frustration but didn't say anything. "Hands and knees," he commanded, slapping her ass harder than ever with the thin paddle. Even with her vampiric pain tolerance, she cried out every time the leather hit her ass and thighs. The sharp smacks doubled the pleasure of the plugs and ring, making every step to the elevator and down to the center of the main lobby a new rush of sexuality. He snapped his fingers at a couple of naked male slaves and they rushed to bring a spanking bench to them. A female slave dashed away to retrieve something from upstairs.

Once again, Klaus introduced her to the room and encouraged everyone to come greet their newest addition. He folded her arms behind her back at the elbow and chained them in place before positioning her belly down on the bench. He hooked each of her ankles to the corners of the kneeling board, her legs spread more than wide enough to give him a full view of her dripping pussy and perfect ass. He smirked to himself at the hot red stripes marking her cheeks. With the magical cream, they would have to heal as if she were human, a process that wouldn't even begin until it was scrubbed off. That, of course, required his permission. Of course, she wouldn't know that until he let her near a mirror. He had big plans for her and mirrors.

Caroline burned with utter humiliation as she lay there being spanked by her new Master. She wanted desperately for him to take her away from all the prying eyes, but if that involved stopping, she was firmly against it. Every swat made her moan until she couldn't be bothered with trying to stifle it any longer. It hurt more than anything had since she'd died. It was torture. It was paradise. Every so often, he'd stop beating her and use the tip of the paddle to massage her pussy. Every time he lightly tapped her clit ring, she had to fight not to explode. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the female slave return with…

Oh shit. Was that… a training machine? Oh, he wouldn't… Surely not in front of sixty or seventy people.

He would, apparently.

Klaus ran his nails soothingly down her back as he allowed her to bury her face in the soft padding of the bench. He checked in with her to see if she needed to stop, but she managed to choke out that she was ok. The way he was slowly twisting and turning the plug around and around in her pussy was almost more than she could handle. It had been firmly locked in place by Davina's spell since the bathhouse. It was erotic and fun having a constant reminder of her Master, but she was more than ready for something better. Preferable his cock, but she suspected she hadn't quite earned that yet, not that she was complaining. Everything he did to her body felt like magic. When he removed it and replaced it with two fingers, she cried out and openly begged. He had told her she was always allowed to beg. He hadn't planned on indulging his inpatient princess just yet, but the crowds were on her side.

However, Klaus was still the king. If his personal pleasure slave was going to come, it would be on his terms. He positioned the small machine behind her and coated the attached dildo with massive amounts of silky silicone lubricant. This one was bright red and definitely not as small as the one he'd used in the bathhouse. She almost lost all control when it penetrated her from behind. The feeling of fullness was mesmerizing. She moaned at the familiar sensation as the motor slowly moved it in and out of her. She closed her eyes and he let her. Her pussy felt like it was on fire. He knew one touch to her clit was all it would take to make her explode. Still, he stood back and watched the show for long minutes as she squirmed and cried out for his permission.

As the Original took in the sight before him, he couldn't help but be awed by his little slave. He loved his job, but parts of it bored him. He constantly had to fend off a steady stream of men and women of all species and orientations vying for his attention. He simply couldn't be bothered with the tedium of slave training after so many centuries of the same routine over and over. Caroline was just... different. Special. She intrigued him in a way no one ever had. She was intoxicating. As he stared at her laying naked and chained wearing his collar, it took every bit of his self-control not to rip away the machine and fuck her himself. Still, there was an order to things and she hadn't earned that, yet. He wanted her to crave him as badly as he craved her. Wanted her desperate. Wanted her screaming.

When he found himself getting absolutely drunk on the scent of her arousal, Klaus surprised her by resuming his spanking when she wasn't expecting it. He only gave her pain for a couple of minutes as he covertly increased the speed of the mechanical thrusting. She was so pretty when she begged. He slapped her one last time so hard that she'd feel it for a week before grazing the leather down to her clit. "Come for me, sweetheart," he growled in her ear as he played with her pussy. She'd never been more grateful for an orgasm in her life. He increased the speed of the machine and replaced the paddle with two of his fingers, pinching her clit and pulling on the ring to prolong her high. The dildo hammered into her while she screamed out his title over and over, audience be damned. When she finally finished coming down from her explosion, her body turned to jelly. He carefully pulled out the toy and replaced it once again with the plug. She didn't seem to notice. He gently rubbed her back and leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Good girl."

Caroline was completely out of it. She was only vaguely aware that he'd unhooked her and given back control of her arms and legs. Spectators came by and complimented Klaus on her submission but she couldn't be bothered to move. He stood over her predatorially as she recovered and ran his fingernails up and down her spine. He allowed her plenty of time to recover before their next activity.

It was going to be a very long day.


A/N I don't know what came over me that I got this out so quickly. Those reviews really help my motivation. Thank you for reading!