A/N: Abridged Summaries:
1. PWP sequel to "Partners in Crime" involving the jail warden conversation Kol overheard. Read prompt for warnings.
2. Caroline says the right name during sex. Post 6x15.
Enjoy!
-Angie

Prompt: "would it be unreasonable to request a drabble about the jail warden roleplay thing kol overheard caroline and klaus talking about in your last one? because i would like to request it A LOT"
Warnings/Triggers: Dirty talk, name-calling, consensual/safe-word protected compulsion, orgasm denial, toys.

Caroline's head snapped up to stare at the door of her cell that had just opened, and bit her lip, immediately lowering her eyes, as a grinning Klaus entered, throwing a small canvas bag on the ground and turning to smirk at her, his arms crossed over his chest.

Her wrists were fastened with cuffs attached to the ceiling above her head, the tips of her toes brushing the ground. She was naked, her clothes folded neatly on her cot in the corner, where she'd put them before she'd cuffed herself the way he liked.

"Caroline," he greeted, his voice rumbling low in his throat.

"Master Mikaelson."

"How have you been today?"

They both knew that he wasn't talking about her personal well-being.

"I was good today, Master Mikaelson."

"Were you?"

She nodded, her eyes still lowered, very aware of how close he was to her.

He trailed a fingertip between her breasts and she shivered, resisting the urge to look up at him, which is what she knew he wanted.

"Are you lying?" he asked lightly, tracing her nipples with the pads of his fingers, causing them to pucker.

Yes.

"No, Master Mikaelson."

"Now, Caroline, you know that if you were bad today that it's better to tell the truth than to lie and risk me discovering it, don't you?"

"Yes, Master Mikaelson," she whispered.

"So, I'll give you another chance. Are you lying to me, Caroline?"

"Yes, Master Mikaelson."

He sighed as though he was greatly disappointed in her, but Caroline knew that he had been waiting for her to break the rules for awhile.

"Tell me."

"I touched myself this morning," she admitted quietly.

"Did you?"

"Yes."

"And did you come?"

"Yes, Master Mikaelson."

"Even though you knew that you would see me tonight?"

"Yes, Master Mikaelson," she said quietly.

"So you were simply impatient."

"Yes, Master Mikaelson."

"Spread your legs for me."

She did so and he fastened the ankle cuffs connected to the ground, leaving her wide open for him. "Are you wet for me?"

"Yes, Master Mikaelson."

He smirked, letting the tips of his fingers barely brush over her core, making her moan and try to grind down on his hand, though her range of movement was very limited.

"Do you want me to touch you?"

"Yes, Master Mikaelson," she breathed.

"But you already touched yourself this morning. I would think that you've been satisfied for the day, wouldn't you?"

"Please, Master Mikaelson, touch me."

"Greedy girl, aren't you? You want to come again when you've already done so this morning without my permission."

"I'm sorry, Master Mikaelson."

He ignored her apology in favor of running his fingertips along her inner thigh. "I've barely touched you and you're already dripping for me."

Her breath hitched as his finger swiped the inside of her folds before returning to her thighs.

"Please, Master Mikaelson."

"Begging already? So impatient."

Her core ached and she could feel the heat of his fingertips millimeters away from her skin. He knew all the buttons to push to make her desperate for him, and she had a feeling that he was going to push every single one.

"Please."

"But I very much like to see you like this instead. Panting and begging for my touch, soaking wet with your legs spread wide for me like the desperate little whore you are. You came once this morning by your own hand without permission and you expect me to let you come again? Greedy girl."

"I'm sorry for being impatient, Master Mikaelson. I know I shouldn't have touched myself this morning without your permission, and I'm sorry, but please make me come."

"No. You need to learn a lesson about being impatient, don't you agree?'

"If that's what pleases you, Master Mikaelson."

He picked up the canvas bag and pulled out what looked like some kind of harness and a vibrator with to small plastic loops on the sides of the base. He wrapped the strips of leather around her upper thighs, just under the curve of her ass, buckling them so that they sat snug against her skin. He slid the vibrator into her, making her moan and held it there. Each loop had a small strip of leather with a hook on the end, and he attached them to the base of the toy so that the strips were pulled taut, keeping the toy inside her.

"Don't come," he compelled her, and she bit her lip, suddenly knowing where this was going. "I have some errands to run. I'll return in a few hours."

"Please don't do this, Master Mikaelson."

He leaned very close to her, flicking the switch to turn the vibrator on, making her roll her hips. "You were so impatient and desperate this morning that you touched yourself without my permission, and then you had the audacity to try to lie about it. Knowing that I was displeased, you still asked for more. Youspread your legs like a greedy little slut and begged me to touch you. I'm just giving you want you wanted."

He was gone the next instant and she was left in the cell alone, wriggling in discomfort. The safe word would break the compulsion of course, and she could break the shackles easily, but a part of her liked being tied up in the basement for anyone to find, her juices dripping down the toy onto the floor below. She rolled her hips against the vibrator again, trying to find friction, but even then she was teetering on the edge of orgasm, so uncomfortably close.

Waiting for him to return was torture, and when he finally walked through the door, she immediately burst into a long string of apologies.

"Have you learned your lesson?" he interrupted.

"Yes, Master Mikaelson."

Instead of switching off the vibrator like she'd expected, he undid the shackles on her wrists, supporting her body as she fell. The toy was still moving inside her, and her ankles were still attached to the ground. "Open your mouth."

She did so, holding still as he rubbed the head of his cock over her lips and cheeks, coating them with precum before he shoved his cock her mouth. She immediately ran her tongue along the underside of it and hook him in her mouth as far as possible, the tip quickly hitting the back of her throat as she gagged around him.

"I love seeing you like this. Greedy little whore on your hands and knees with my cock in your mouth and a toy in your pussy. You love it when I fuck your face don't you? You love that I make you work for it."

She moaned around his cock as he pulled her hair and fucked her mouth, his balls slapping lightly against her chin with every thrust.

"Such a good little cocksucker aren't you? So good with your mouth while you're rubbing your thighs together when you can't even come from it."

She sucked harder, her head bobbing up and down to meet the thrusts of his hips, and he came quickly after his words, spilling down her throat.

"Did you like that?"

"Yes, Master Mikaelson."

"Do you want to come?'

"Yes, Master Mikaelson, please."

"Beg me, greedy girl."

"Please let me come, Master Mikaelson. I'll be good, I promise."

He walked behind her and she felt him unbuckling the harness around her thighs, letting it fall away before walking back. She rubbed her thighs together in anticipation, the ache in her core building even more.

He tipped her chin so that she was looking at him. "Come for me."

Her orgasm crashed around her, almost painfully pleasurable, and she moaned about thirty different expletives as she came, blushing when she saw the small amused smirk on Klaus's face.

She doubted that he knew that she knew half those words.

"Dirty mouth."

"Only because you came in it," she retorted, breathing hard and purposefully baiting him.

His eyes darkened, and he was already hard for her again.

Caroline screams Klaus's name...while having sex with Stefan. Oops. Post 6x15.

She wound her fingers into his hair as he kissed her neck, his fangs scraping pleasurably against her skin, small pants escaping her as he slammed into her.

"Yes Klaus, right there–"

"Klaus?" Stefan asked, scandalized, his hips slowing down to a halt almost immediately.

She bit her lip, trying to think her way out of the situation she'd created before she ruined the opportunity for semi-decent sex with Stefan forever.

Well, and their friendship, but frankly that had gone to hell in a handbasket awhile ago.

"Umm...Klaus wasn't close to as good as you…?" she tried, pasting a sheepish smile on her face.

Stefan snorted and rolled off of her, bending over to grab his jeans from the floor.

"I'm sorry," she wailed, running her hand through her hair and giving him an apologetic look. "I totally didn't mean–"

"No matter what the end of that sentence is, it'll still be bad," Stefan said irritably. "You didn't mean to moan his name, or you didn't mean to lead me on? Because both of those seem like shit options to me."

"Sorry, Stefan," she said, feeling her eyes fill with tears and her chest constrict.

Damn, she was good at this whole 'pretending-to-have-her-humanity-back-on' thing.

He just huffed and sped out of the room, slamming the door behind him, leaving her completely naked in her bed.

"Well, that went well," she muttered to herself, rolling off the bed to grab a sundress.

To be fair, she hadn't anticipated what just happened. She'd thought that she was over Klaus. She shredded the stupid picture. She put the bracelet in the bottom compartment of her jewelry box and had studiously ignored it for almost a year. Just because he had been the best (six!) fuck(s) she'd ever had did not mean that she shouldn't be happy with sub-par sex with Stefan.

Maybe that was a little harsh. Compared to Klaus, everyone was probably sub-par.

She had morals when she had her humanity on, and she was rational enough without it to know that she'd flip the switch back on eventually and feel horribly guilty for going to Klaus if that's what she ended up doing, but she was also wet and empty and in need of a good fuck. And she wanted Klaus to fill that void.

She pulled out her phone, hitting his contact information and holding it up to her ear.

"Caroline?" Klaus's voice came over the receiver on the first ring. "Are you in trouble? Were you bitten?"

"I'm slightly offended that you'd think I'd call you just because I was in trouble."

There was silence for the moment over the line before Klaus spoke again. "You turned it off."

"How did you know?" she asked, genuinely curious at how he'd figured it out in less than two seconds before her friends had in the last month since they'd 'forced' her to turn it back on.

"I'm not allowed in Mystic Falls, but that doesn't mean that I don't have people stationed there to watch you," he said dryly. "I'd give you my condolences about your mother, but I don't think you're in much of a mood to accept them at the moment."

"Yeah, well, you're right, I am in trouble."

"With what?" he asked, clearly trying to sound nonchalant, but with an edge of anxiety in his voice.

"I need a good fuck. Please take care of it."

There was a good ten seconds of silence before he started chuckling.

"It's not funny."

"I know, love."

She waited until he was done laughing and then pressed him. "So?"

"Why now?" he asked instead, answering her question with a question.

"I want you."

"My question wasn't whether you wanted me. My question was why now. I've heard that you're very happy with the Ripper. Did something go wrong and I'm your fallback option?"

His tone was deceptively mild, but she knew that he was probably working himself up into a fit.

She sighed, deciding that, though he'd probably never lay off if she told him the truth, it would also pretty much guarantee her an Original Hybrid booty-call for the foreseeable future, which she was perfectly okay with.

"I may or may not have moaned your name during sex with Stefan."

There was silence over the line again before Klaus spoke, a tint of a smile in his voice. "How unfortunate."

"For him," Caroline said, shrugging, honestly not too concerned.

Sometimes not caring about other people's feelings was an advantage.

"I'll make you a deal, love."

"What kind of deal?" she asked hesitantly.

"If you come down to New Orleans and flip the switch back on, and you still want me, I will gladly oblige you. I just don't want you to do something you'd regret."

She bit her lip. She wasn't sure she was comfortable flipping the switch back on, but she could always just turn it back off if she decided to. And anyway, for some reason, being with Klaus always made her feel like she could handle anything. Maybe he could help her handle this.

"I'd like to redeem the offer of first-class tickets to New Orleans, please."

"As you wish, love."

XXX

She was there by ten o'clock that night. He picked her up at the airport, and she was quiet as he drove her to his house. He led her to what she assumed from the decoration was his room, and she sat on his bed.

"Are you ready, Sweetheart?"

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, willing her emotions back.

They hit her like a punch to the throat, everything flooding back. Her mother dying, her manipulation of her friends, calling Klaus…

And he was looking at her like she meant the world to him. He was concerned for her, for her well-being. She didn't know whether she'd dove into his arms or he'd pulled her to him, but she was soon crying into his chest while he rocked her, her body shaking with sobs.

"My Mom's dead," she hiccuped.

"I'm sorry, Sweetheart."

She continued to cry, only stopping when she felt like she was all cried out, and looked up at him with wide eyes.

"You can stay here for as long as you want," he said, stroking her cheek.

"Thanks," she said, sniffling.

"Of course. Let me show you to your room."

"Wait. Can I just...just stay here? Just to sleep, I mean."

His lips curled up in a small smile. "Of course, love. Whatever you want."

She gave him a watery smile and flopped back down onto his bed, letting out a deep breath and staring at the ceiling. "Thanks," she said again, more quietly.

XXX

Weeks passed, turning into months, and Caroline was slowly given the entire story of the situation in New Orleans. Apparently some guy named Marcel had taken over the quarter, some witches made Hayley have a magical baby that they pretended was Klaus's, and then he killed them all, and now he was trying to take it back.

The Quarter, obviously, not the baby.

She had been given a full tour of New Orleans and had been assigned a small security detail that she had made a game out of trying to lose. She came and went as she pleased, exploring the sights and eating food, letting Klaus show her the best places he knew and insisting that she discover some on her own to show to him.

She slept in his bed every night, but despite the pull she felt towards him, hadn't asked him to fulfill his end of the bargain.

She had come to the conclusion that she wouldn't 'get over' her mom dying, but the pain was starting to fade just a little (enough, at least, that she felt comfortable starting a relationship with feelings involved), and she had plans for the night.

She knew he'd be home relatively early that night, and she had planned accordingly, hinting to Elijah and Rebekah that they might want to soundproof their rooms (making Rebekah wrinkle her nose and Elijah's eye twitch), bought a nice lingerie set (and an extra because she wanted to wear it again and she knew it would get ripped), and had spent most of the evening lying in their bed with a book to surprise him.

She heard the door open and turned to see him frozen in the doorway, wet-haired and barefoot from the shower, his eyes dark as they raked over her scantily clad form.

"You look ravishing."

"And you have used that line before."

"Don't fix what's not broken," he said almost absently, tugging off his shirt and throwing it to the side as he advanced on her.

She smirked, rolling from her side to her back, purposefully giving him a baiting wide-eyed stare, and let out a small squeak of surprise when he abruptly pressed himself on top of her, attacking her neck, face, and chest with his lips somewhat indiscriminately, tearing her bra off and throwing it to the side (apparently buying extras was a good idea), and laving at her nipple, tweaking the other with his fingers, making her moan and roll her hips against his already hard cock.

The rip of her thong was next, and she ripped his jeans and boxers as well, throwing them off the bed. He lifted his head to raise his eyebrows at her, and she just gave him a challenging look. "I'll buy you new ones," she said, mocking what he'd said about her top in the forest over a year before.

He just grinned and moved his hand down to push a finger into her, biting her jaw while he did so, making her moan, and pulling his fingers out to position his cock at her entrance, sheathing himself in her. He gripped her hips, slamming into her, his cock slamming into her hard and fast and his body fit so perfectly against hers that she didn't think she'd ever be able to experience something like what he was doing to her-for her. She could barely form coherent thought as he fucked her, her breasts bouncing and back arched from the bed as he loomed over her, staring at her with lustful yet affectionate eyes.

She wrapped her legs around him, her nails raking down his back as he pounded into her. "Yes, Klaus, right there."

He bit her harshly on the jaw with his blunt teeth, and she dug her nails even harder into his back, rolling her hips to match his quickened rhythm.

"Fuck, yes...Harder….please, Klaus...I'm so fucking close…"

"Come for me, love," he growled in her ear. "I want to see your face when you come around me. I want to hear you scream my name, for everyone in the French Quarter to know whose cock is inside you, to know who's ruined you for anyone else."

She moaned and writhed beneath him, her thighs tightening around his hips as she rapidly approached her orgasm, and she felt her vampiric features emerge. He smirked as he saw it and tilted his neck to the side.

"Have at it, love."

Her fangs buried in his throat and she felt his thrusts increase in force and speed as he groaned at the feeling of her drinking from him. She moaned into his neck as she felt the pressure in her abruptly snap and her orgasm crash around her, her pussy clenching around him, making him groan and rake his fingernails down her hips, pulling her onto his cock as he fucked her even harder, the headboard thumping against the wall with every thrust.

She pulled her mouth away as he nuzzled her throat with his own, and she felt the scrape of his fangs against the soft skin of her throat. She felt a second orgasm rapidly building inside her, and he grinned into her neck.

"Am I the best you've ever had, Caroline?"

"Yes," she panted.

"Scream for me love," he mumbled against her skin. "I want to hear my name come out of those pretty lips whenever I drink from you while I fuck you with my cock. I will never get tired of you screaming for me."

He kept up the pace of his hips as he buried his fangs in her neck and the coil of tightness in her belly was growing much faster than the first, and she was so close...

"Say it," he ordered, his voice low and gravelly in her ear.

She panted out his name, then screamed it at his insistent squeeze of her hips, spreading her legs as far as possible so that he could pound into her, seeking his own release as he drank from her.

He was breathing hard as he came down from his high, and she saw his eyes rake over her neck where he'd bitten her before tilting his head to the side again in invitation.

"It's healed," she said quietly.

"Better safe than sorry, love."

She obligingly drank from him, grinning as he rolled them over so that she was on top, squeezing her ass.

She hummed contentedly, resting her face on his chest as he stroked her lower back and hips with his hands. "I missed you," she said quietly.

"Which is why you had a dalliance with the Ripper."

"Who?" she asked, giving him a wide-eyed-innocent-smile.

He smirked. "Exactly."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed. Let me know what you thought ;)
Hugs!
-Angie