A/N: This is for the anons who kept hounding me for this with their very detailed requests. I hope this is up to your standards.
"So did you enjoy the rest of your birthday?" She asked as she removed her coat in his front room.
"Well, it was a bit of an anticlimax after the activities that transpired in my office," he replied, lifting his eyebrows suggestively, "And I couldn't wait to get it over and done with so I could enjoy the next part of the festivities." He stalked towards her, offering her a playful smile as he cupped her face, bringing her lips to his once more. She indulged him, allowing his tongue to dip into her mouth, reveling in the taste of him, the taste that she could not seem to get enough of.
She pulled back, "Ease up, young grasshopper, let's have a drink first, we have all night to act out your sordid fantasies."
Klaus chuckled as he went to the decanter to pour them drinks and Caroline eased into the living room couch.
"So what did Salvatore want with you?" He asked in a feigned casual tone, "I saw he was very eager to get his hands on you when we returned to the party."
Caroline shot him a coy grin and replied, "Oh you know Damon Salvatore, all charm and cheesy pick-up lines, all the female associates appeal to him."
Klaus handed her a drink and sunk down into the couch next to her, "Although, I don't really care about the other female associates he worries with, only one in particular."
She lowered her drink and looked at him, "Jealousy doesn't become you, Mr. Mikaelson."
"I'm not jealous," Klaus countered far too quickly, "I just don't trust him."
"Pity, I find you rather sexy when you're jealous," she said as she set down her empty glass on the coffee table in front of them and placed her hand on his upper thigh, rubbing slowly, she moved to whisper in his ear, "It's not Damon Salvatore I dream of late at night, it's not Damon Salvatore I think of when I'm all alone and I touch myself, it's not Damon Salvatore's fingers I imagine caressing my innermost areas."
Klaus took a large gulp of his drink before setting his glass down next to Caroline's.
"You don't have to be worried about Damon Salvatore, you're the only man I want inside of me right now," she whispered as Klaus grabbed her and started to kiss down her throat, his tongue savoring the taste of her. His lips started to move down to her collarbone, all thoughts of other men disappeared from his mind. He had felt a seething anger like he had never experienced before when he saw Damon Salvatore's hand on her arm, his sneering smile willing her to fall for his hollow charms, Klaus had imagined the many ways he would decapitate Salvatore's hand for even daring to go near the perfection that is Caroline.
His hands slowly moved to slip her dress off her shoulders, enjoying the feel of the thin fabric beneath his fingertips, he relished seeing her in a state of undress for the second time that evening.
He slowly slid the rest of her dress down her body until it was pooled on the floor by her feet. He stood up abruptly, halting his ministrations. She looked up at him, disappointed, as if she was going to end their liaison. He laughed at her as he reached down to pick her up, taking her into his arms bridal-style and carrying her to the next room.
"What are you doing?" She squealed.
"Well love, it just occurred to me that I never got around to dessert at my party and I have a very tasty treat in mind," he said as he lay her down on the long, sleek table in his dining room.
"Seriously Klaus?" She replied.
"I was not jesting when I mentioned the chocolate sauce, I think you would taste a lot better than any birthday cake."
She shook her head and giggled softly as he removed his tie, he leaned over the table to kiss her softly, slipping his fingers between hers and lifting her arms above her head. He pulled away, grasping both his wrists in his right hand and picking up his discarded tie on the table and used it to knot her wrists together.
"What are you doing?" She demanded from him.
"I'm making sure your hands are out of the way. No need to worry, love, soon you will forget they even existed."
Klaus moved to walk out of the dining room.
"Where are you going?!" She shouted at him.
"Relax love, I'm just going to get some toppings, don't move."
"How am I supposed to move? Unless I want to roll onto the floor!" She shouted at him.
He chuckled as he returned with a can of whipped cream, and chocolate and caramel sauce.
"You've got to be kidding me, " she muttered as he put the items on the table next to her.
Klaus removed his shirt and trousers as Caroline watched him intently, her blue eyes darkening with lust as his perfect physique came into view, recalling all the amazing things that that body could do to her.
He smirked, almost as if he knew exactly what she was thinking and he climbed above her, wearing on his boxer briefs and kissed her deeply. He would never tire of her, of being with her, he was certain that for the rest of his life he would desire her.
She responded enthusiastically, frustrated that she could not touch him, run her fingers through his hair, feel his firm chest, his strong back, but she yielded control, knowing that tonight she was playing by his game.
He expertly lifted her body off the table with one hand and undid the laces of her corset before returning her to her previous position and throwing the constraining clothing item on to the floor. He straddled her as he broke the kiss, smiling at her lecherously as he reached for the chocolate sauce container, squirting some on her neck as he leaned down to slowly lick it up, sucking on her pulse point before his sinful mouth moved to her ear, taking her lobe in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it slowly. She began panting deeply, overcome with the sensations that his ministrations were causing.
Pleased that he had succeeded in distracting her, his mouth traced back down the path it had just come from, down her beautiful long neck, across her collar bone before he pulled away again to reach for one of the items in his arsenal next to him.
Lifting up the can of whipped cream, he strategic placed the cream on her heaving breasts, her eyes widening in anticipation. He shot her a smile and started to lick up the underside of her left breast, and when he was satisfied, he lapped all around the mound, making sure every bit of excess whipped cream was cleaned up before he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked it hard, his tongue applying pressure as she cried out. He smirked proudly as his tongue traced the root across the valley between her breasts to reach the destination of her other breast and repeated the action. Her breathing became more staggered the longer his mouth stayed on her she arched her back, offering her breasts to him almost as if they were a meal on a platter. When her other breast was all cleaned up, he lifted himself up again and she moaned at the lack of contact.
"Don't worry, love," he whispered to her soothingly, "I'm just trying to decide if chocolate or caramel sauce would taste better on your lower regions."
His words causing her to become even more aroused than she was before as he took the caramel sauce and poured it on her stomach. He took his own time to lay his lips back onto her flesh, laying soft kisses across her stomach, the coldness of caramel sauce mixed with the warmness of his mouth putting her through a sweet torture as his tongue dipped into her bellybutton, her skin seemed to be on fire, unleashing a need in her that only he seemed to ignite.
Without taking his mouth off of her he reached for the whipped cream, when he had reached her pelvis, he stopped. Caroline's eyes shot open, "Klaus, please!" She begged him.
The utter desperation in her eyes made him harden even more; it was rare to see someone as headstrong and stubborn as Caroline beg for her desire to be met.
He slowly pealed off her underwear, the last item of clothing that she had on. When the coldness of the whipped cream met her core, she cried out again, the chocolate and caramel sauce dripped from pelvis, down her folds and mixed with her own juices that his actions had elicited. Klaus had never had such a feast on offer before; he smiled at his luck as he spread her legs further.
His stubble scratched her thighs as he placed open-mouthed kisses against them, she squirmed beneath him, the sensations all too much to take, and his tongue lapped between her folds, she thought she was going to pass out. His expert tongue dove into her core, moving as if it knew exactly where to apply pressure, where it tickle, where to feel. All coherent thoughts disappeared from her mind as she moved her ankles to meet behind his head, urging him to go deeper, harder, to taste all of her. She had always wondered how he had raised a simple thing like oral sex to an art form, making her forget everyone she had ever really been with, all that mattered was him and his devil tongue.
She felt the buildup start as he hit her sweet spot, her vision becoming impaired as she came, Klaus didn't shy away as he continued to lap at the concoction of Caroline's juices mixed with the chocolate and caramel. He had never tasted anything more delicious.
"Klaus, you need to fuck me now, I don't care what you want or whether it's your or Obama's birthday, I want you inside me right now," she panted at him.
He laughed at her dramatics as he removed his own underwear and climbed above her once again. He kissed her deeply before saying, "Now which topping should we -"
"Forget the fucking toppings!" She shouted at him as he entered her. He thrust in her, enjoying the feeling of being inside her again, feeling her warm slick walls around his dick, feeling her body contract and shiver because of him. His pacing began slowly, letting her tight core get used to his thick length before the feeling of her squirming beneath him became too much and his thrusts became faster, harder. He could feel the table that they were on jerking with the pressure of their thrusts.
She dug her ankles into his behind, urging her feet to do what her tied up hands could not – feel him, encourage him, pleasure him. Klaus felt her walls start to quiver around his cock as her orgasm started building and she came around him once again, and he rode her out, wanting her to experience all the pleasure he could offer her before he met his end too, still buried inside of her.
He lay above her, unwilling to pull out of her yet, they were panting heavily, sheen of sweat covering their bodies; she had a lazy smile on her face of someone who was satisfied, completely happy. Klaus ran his thumb across her cheek softly and smiled at her, knowing that he would never have wanted to be anywhere else but with her.
A/N: Please leave a review, I was very nervous about this chapter, I don't know if it's up to scratch. Also follow me on tumblr at klaussnowflake for chats, requests or to bother me to write more.