A/N: Two smutty one-shots. You're welcome.
1. Punishment III. Parts I & II are in Chapters 14 & 21.
2. Caroline turns up in NOLA and asks Klaus how he wants her. UST.
Enjoy!
-Angie

kc + "that was hotter than it had any right to be."

She shifted uncomfortably in her chair (she refused to call it a throne, as there really was nothing more pretentious than that) watching Klaus talk to the representatives from the different factions of the supernatural council. She normally would be paying attention (and generally contributed her own ideas), but she couldn't concentrate.

Every time she shifted she saw a shadow of a smirk cross Klaus's face, too quickly for anyone else to notice or think was out of the ordinary if they hadn't been looking for it. She was very, very glad that vampires couldn't blush, because she knew she would be if she could.

She really should have just kept her mouth shut, or she wouldn't be going through this fucking torture.

4 Hours Earlier

She sat on the couch in the corner of Klaus's office, her legs dangling off of the armrest as she waited for him to be done meeting with whoever this person was (she'd stopped paying attention by around noon, as usual). When the guest finally left, she swung her legs down and pushed off the couch, sauntering towards a smirking Klaus, bending down to kiss him lightly. "I need you," she breathed against his lips.

"You'll have to wait, love."

"I thought you didn't have anything until the Council meeting tonight."

He kissed her softly, nibbling her lip before breaking away. "I don't, but I do have some things I have to take care of."

"Please?"

"Caroline…" he trailed off, his voice holding a clear warning.

"You haven't let me come in three days," she pointed out, trying to keep the whine out of her voice.

"Would you like to make it four?" he asked dryly, and she glared at him.

"No."

He raised an eyebrow and she had to resist the near-automatic eyeroll. "No, Master Mikaelson."

He smirked, standing slowly and kissing her on the top of her head. "That's what I thought."

She couldn't resist letting out a small huff of annoyance as he released her, and he grabbed her wrists again, holding them firmly, but not painfully. "You are testing my patience."

And then she said the worst thing she possibly could have said, and as soon as it was out of her mouth she was inwardly kicking herself, wondering where she could possibly buy a brain-to-mouth filter.

"Yeah, well, you're testing mine."

He looked slightly shocked at her backtalk for a moment (she did it often, but generally not even close to that degree), and then his mouth settled in a firm line. She winced.

"Sorry, Master Mikaelson," she tried, rather feebly, giving him what she hoped was an apologetic look.

He snorted and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the door to his study. They walked down the hall, hand-in-hand, and she knew that if anyone looked, they would see nothing out of the ordinary between the King and Queen, but once they arrived at their bedroom and went in, Klaus gestured for her to enter the small stone room that was joined to their regular bedroom by a small hallway. He walked off once she'd turned to go.

She undressed in the cell, folding her clothes neatly on the cot, and sat down next to them, her legs crossed at the ankle, reflecting on the fact that, as dumb decisions went, backtalking your husband while in a consensual role-play situation wasn't all that catastrophic. It didn't stop her from dreading the consequence of said decision.

When Klaus walked back in, she kept her eyes focused to the floor. Over time, she'd learned that following the smaller rules perfectly often made her punishments less intense. She heard him walk to her, and leaned into his touch when he cupped her cheek in his hand. "Greedy girl," he mumbled, his hot breath on her ear making her shiver.

Fuck. She was in trouble.

He called her 'Sweetheart' only when they were out-of-play. 'Love' was mostly a universal all-purpose name, which he also used for almost anyone female. 'My love' meant he fucked up somehow and was trying to butter her up. 'Caroline' was what he used when he was irritated with her.

'Greedy girl' only came out when she was in deep, deep trouble.

"I'm sorry, Master Mikaelson."

"Turn over. Spread your legs."

Yep, she was in trouble.

"Yes, Master Mikaelson."

Once she'd complied, he grabbed one of her ankles and slipped a strap around it, doing the same with the other leg, and carefully easing the harness up until she felt the tip of the toy touch her entrance.

"You wanted to come, greedy girl, didn't you?" he asked softly as he eased the toy into her, making her moan.

"Yes, Master Mikaelson."

He adjusted the straps around her until they were snug, and she heard the rustle of clothing. "Stand up."

She turned and he handed her one of her looser dress. She looked at him in confusion. "You wanted to come," he said simply. "Don't take it off. I expect you to attend the Council Meeting tonight, as always, Caroline."

She bit her lip, trying to decide whether it was worth arguing, and decided that the situation really couldn't get any worse. "Don't you think you might be overreacting a bit, Master Mikaelson?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I beg your pardon?"

He was giving her a second chance to not say it, and for that she was slightly thankful. "Nothing, Master Mikaelson."

He nodded and left, leaving the door open behind him, an indication that she could leave when she wished, and it dawned on her what he'd meant.

She was to walk around with the dildo inside of her until he allowed her to take it out.

She was to go to the fucking Council Meeting while being fucked by a toy for every second of it.

After pulling on the dress, she smoothed the fabric over her legs and nearly moaned out loud when she took a tentative step forward, feeling the thing brush her g-spot.

She took a deep breath and kept walking, trying to get used to the toy bobbing in and out of her core with every step, wondering where on earth Klaus had gotten this idea in the first place (and immediately deciding that it was better not to ask). The ache between her thighs was building with every move she made, and she could feel her walls clench around the dildo as she approached her peak.

She sat down on a chair, trying to figure out what it would feel like to have to sit still with the toy inside her, and she fell over the edge, her pussy climaxing around the toy. She held still until the aftershocks of her orgasm faded and then stood up again, the bolts of pleasure shooting straight to her aching center. She sat down on the bed and grabbed the remote to try to distract herself with television and moaned loudly at the feel of the tip of the toy brushing against a particularly sensitive spot.

It was going to be a long afternoon.

Present

The werewolf droned on and on for his presentation about the werewolf population in the Midwest (in the last half-century, with her help, Klaus had managed to truly gain the loyalty of the werewolf populations in North and South America, though they were still working on the sizeable population in Europe), and Caroline was getting seriously uncomfortable. She also was getting more irritated by the second because her husband couldn't wipe the cat-who-ate-the-canary grin off of his face.

She shifted again, and she saw all the werewolves at the table's noses twitch in tandem, and Klaus's expression darkened for just a moment, making Caroline suppress a grin of her own. Serves him right if the entire room could smell her arousal.

She shifted again and purposefully let her breath catch a bit, and turned it innocently into a cough, her eyes wide as the entire room swiveled to look at her.

Klaus's eyes narrowed, and when the werewolf got to a reasonably believable stopping point, Klaus held up his hand. "That's enough for today, I think. If you could e-mail the rest of the report to Josh within the hour, I will get back to you as soon as possible. You're all dismissed."

There was a general scrape of chairs, though Klaus pinned Caroline with a look clearly indicating that he wanted her to remain still so that she didn't give off her scent any more than she already did.

She'd come thirteen times in the last two hours (vampire sex drive was apparently a double-edged sword), and for the first time in her life she wasn't all that interested in coming again.

Actually, she'd really prefer not to.

Klaus held out a hand for her to take, a gentlemanly habit he always performed as though it was ingrained within him, which it probably was, and she grasped it, moaning softly as he helped her out of her chair, leading her to one of the empty sitting rooms. As soon as the door was closed she gave him a serious apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Master Mikaelson."

"Are you?" he asked, the twitch of his lips undermining the perfectly innocent tint to his voice.

"Yes," she breathed, pleadingly as he let his palm rest on her waist.

"What are you sorry for?"

"Talking back, not addressing by your proper title, overstepping my place, and purposefully baiting you," she listed quickly.

He grinned, bending down slightly to kiss her, and she whimpered as she felt another stab of arousal in her center. "Have you come enough, greedy girl?"

"Yes, Master Mikaelson."

He walked behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it pool at her feet. "Tell me what you want."

"Please, Master Mikaelson, I want you to allow me to remove it."

"And what if it pleases your Master to see your juices dripping down your thighs while your pussy squeezes the toy as you move? What if your Master likes to torture you with your own sinful desires?"

"If it pleases you, then it pleases me, Master Mikaelson," she said dutifully, leaning into the palm he placed against her cheek as he pressed himself against her from behind, making her moan. He reached down to ghost his finger over her clit, and she whimpered as she climaxed again, almost painfully, her head falling back to rest against his shoulder.

"Good girl," he whispered.

She felt his nimble fingers unhook the harness, and let out a sigh as it dropped to the ground. "I'm sorry, Master Mikaelson," she repeated, leaning against him.

"I know you are, love," he said soothingly, making her smile slightly.

"Thank you, Master Mikaelson."

She could feel his smile against her cheek, and he was hard against her ass. She moaned quietly as he pressed his erection against her. "May I suck your cock, Master Mikaelson?"

"Wouldn't that be a reward?" he asked quietly.

"I want to please you, Master Mikaelson."

"Such a good girl," he whispered, brushing his lips against her ear. "Kneel."

She dropped to her knees, crawling to him once he'd settled himself on one of the cushioned armchairs, and undid his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down and stroking his hard cock in her hand, running her tongue around the head, licking up the precum.

His fingers immediately wound in her hair, and she took it as an invitation to wrap her lips around him, taking him in as far as possible until the tip of his length hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed around him, moaning, and he groaned, bucking into her mouth.

She continued to suck him, one of her hands massaging his balls while the other stroked him at the base where her mouth couldn't quite reach, and soon he was holding her head in place as he fucked her mouth, groaning her name as he came. She swallowed his come, licking her lips to ensure that none remained, before looking up at him, smiling when he held out his hand to help her stand.

She gave him a quick look, and he nodded to tell her that they were out of play and she grinned. "Despite the fact that I feel like I've come enough for a lifetime—don't quote me on that tomorrow—that was hotter than it had any right to be."

"I'll keep that in mind," he said dryly, squeezing her hip.

kc + "how do you want me?"

"That's my shirt."

Caroline looked up from her phone, which she'd been playing with as she laid on top of the comforter of Klaus's bed.

"Seriously? You walk in and see me for the first time in five years and the first thing you say is 'that's my shirt'?"

"Sorry, love. What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to cash in on forever," she said, frowning slightly, her voice suddenly unsure. "Is that all right?"

"Of course," he said immediately.

"You don't seem all that enthusiastic."

"I'm very happy that you're here, I assure you. I just wasn't expecting you."

"Okay," she said, her voice still hinting at her uncertainty of his feelings.

He smiled slightly, walking to her and pulling her flush against him, nibbling her ear. "I apologize for the reception. I want you here very much, love."

"You do?" she asked, and he could almost hear the sly smile in her voice.

"Yes. I do."

"And how do you want me, Klaus?"

"Every possible way," he breathed in her ear, his hands sneaking under the hem of his henley to cup her tight arse in his palms.

"Tell me."

He smirked and pushed her to face the wall, grabbing her hands and pushing them to lie there, pressing her against the flat surface with the front of his body so that he was touching every inch of her, his cock hard around the tight flesh of her arse. He leaned forward so that his nose touched her temple and his hot breath landed on her ear. "I want to take you from behind against the wall, your palms splayed out with your head thrown back against my chest. I want to hear you scream my name as I fuck you, your tight, wet pussy wrapped around my cock."

He ran his hands down her front, cupping her sex through her pink lace panties peeking out from under his shirt, letting his fingertip dart out to rub her clit through the fabric before he flipped her around so that they were almost nose-to-nose, her soft curves pressed against his front, his hands stroking the backs of her thighs. "I want to look into your eyes while I pleasure you. I want to see your lips part while your chest heaves from your harsh breaths at how good my cock feels inside you. I want to watch your face as you come around me."

He pushed her down slightly so that she was on her knees, her face level with the bulge in his jeans. "I want you on your knees in front of me with your pretty lips wrapped around my cock. I want to bury my fingers in your hair and make you take all of me. I want to fill your mouth with my cock and spill my come down your throat and make you swallow it all."

Her eyes were dark as she listened to him talk, and he smirked, his voice dropping to a husky, sensual tone as he dropped to his knees, kissing her lightly before brushing his lips over her cheek and jaw, making a quiet whimper escape her. "I want to push you onto your back and bury my face between your thighs," he mumbled against her skin, pushing her to the floor and looming over her, balancing himself on his elbows. "I want to hear you scream my name as your hands scramble to grab something to anchor you because you can't take how good it feels for me to pleasure you with my mouth and fingers. I want you to come all over my tongue and I want to taste you."

He bit her neck gently before grabbing her thighs and pulling them to his waist, encouraging her to wrap her legs around him and he could feel how wet she was as she ground her soaking core against the bulge in his jeans. He leant down to let her wrap her arms around his neck before standing up with her wrapped around him, biting her lips, tugging at them with his teeth. He sat down on the bed, his hands moving to press on her arse to keep her wet heat in contact with his hard length. "I want you to ride me. I want to watch your breasts sway as you move on top of me. I want to watch you writhe in pleasure from bouncing on my cock, your hair flying around you, your face flushed."

He turned to push her onto the bed and flipped her over without warning so that she was on her stomach, smirking at her small shout of surprise, and grabbing her thighs to pull her to her hands and knees, flipping his henley up to reveal her perfect arse. He tore her panties off easily and tossed them away before trailing a finger down the pliant, soft skin, lightly raking his nails over it, making her moan. "I want to take your pretty little arse with my cock. I want to rub your clit and make you come while I claim you. I want to sink my fangs into your flesh and taste you, marking you as mine," he said, rubbing his length against the cleft of her arse, and she wriggled against him, panting, her arousal almost dripping off of her.

He flipped her again, settling himself between her thighs and grabbing her wrists, pinning them above her head. "I want to explore new things with you. I want you to be willing to let me tie you up to the headboard while you spread your legs for me and beg me to fuck you."

She was panting, her dark lust-filled eyes fixed on him as talked, and he trailed a finger down to her core, letting it circle around her entrance, making her moan and roll her hips against his fingertip, looking for friction, her eyes fluttering shut.

"I want to watch your face flush while you call me Master and obey my every order. I want you to submit to me. I want to punish you for your disobedience with my palm against your arse and make you squirm in my lap while you thank me for your strikes and beg for more."

She let out a soft moan, and he let himself smile at her willingness to comply before he laid down next to her and pulled her on top of him so that she was straddling him again, encouraging her hands to rest on his chest.

"I want you to be the first woman I allow to take charge. I want to please you and be rewarded for fulfilling my Mistress's desires."

She swore under her breath, her eyelids fluttering as he bucked his cock against her core. He moved his hands under the thin cloth of the henley, cupping her bare breasts under the fabric, tweaking her nipples. "Do you like it when I tell you all the filthy things I want to do to you?"

She nodded furiously, her eyes scrunched tight as she moaned, rolling her hips against him. "Do you believe me yet, my love? Do you understand how much I crave every inch of your body?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me, Caroline?"

"God, yes," she breathed, opening her eyes to look into his own while she gripped his shirt tightly in her fists.

"Good," he said quietly, gripping her hair gently and pulling her down to feast on her sweet lips, biting them gently before sucking on her lower lip, soothing the bite with his tongue, making her moan into his mouth. He moved his fingers down to her core, pushing them in, groaning at the feel of her dripping heat, tight around his fingers.

Almost as soon as he started though, he stopped, pulling his fingers away and rolling them over again so that he was settled between her legs, his hard cock pushing against her. "Do you know how else I want you, my love?"

She rolled her hips against him. "How?" she panted.

He dropped a quick kiss on her lips and held her gaze. "On a date. To dinner."

He rolled off of her, smirking as her jaw dropped. "Seriously?"

"What?"

"You're just going to...to turn me on and then make me go out with you?"

"I'm not making you," he pointed out, grinning. "It depends on whether you say yes."

She didn't respond, looking at him shocked and a bit angry.

He stalked towards her, grabbing her arm and pulling her to the edge of the bed, standing between her legs, pulling her hand down to rub him through his jeans. "I also want to fuck you against the bathroom door of a public venue. To devour your lips so that you won't scream and attract attention," he whispered against her ear, making her shiver. "Or, better yet, I want you to scream my name and let the entire city know that you are mine."

He pulled her hair back so that he could scrape his teeth against her neck. "I want you in all ways, Caroline. There is nothing I would not do for you, and no pleasure that I would deny you."

A/N: Thanks for reading. Reviews are always appreciated :)
Hugs!
-Angie