A/N: decided to set this around 4x15 before Haley (aka were-slut) ever came back. From then on, it's kinda AU.
She's literally lost track of time. She has no sense of night or day, hour or week. All she knows is that it's never too long before she's touched again. Sometimes, she hates her captor, other times, she's accepting of his advances, and others still, she goes half-mad with desire. She's even started to confuse dreams with reality since her dreams are haunted by this faceless man. But in her dreams they have wild, unchained sex. Was this the plan all along? Get her addicted to him?
What really drives her crazy though is that he has only used his hands. Whenever she is about to beg for more, Caroline repeats her own name to remember who she's supposed to be. She hasn't fallen so low.
Surprisingly, she still hasn't heard his voice. It's almost as if he's doing too good a job of keeping his identity hidden.
She's fed frequently enough. That's when he cups her face so gently, as if she's fragile glass. This hand that's brought her to heaven and hell, and back, is comforting in those moments.
When she felt that familiar grip on her calf, arousal immediately pooled in her stomach. She tears trailed down her cheeks as she whispered, "Who are you?"
Up until now, he's never seen her cry. He left the end of the bed and walked over to her side. Without warning, lips were pressed against hers. She should have been angry, appalled, but she never felt more relieved. Finally, finally she felt some other form of contact. These lips were soft and sweet. His tongue swept in, giving her a chance to fight. In her weak position, she wanted to show she would never submit. But as her wrists tugged against her bindings, she couldn't deny the instinct to sink her fingers through his hair.
That's why she bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. She sucked it greedily, the taste rich and familiar.
His lips trailed down her silky neck, to the crevice between her breasts. He slowly scraped his teeth across her breast. His tongue followed. She cried out, unable to hold herself back.
He kissed down her cream-toned stomach. Her moan resonated within him. She needed him to get to where she needs him most.
"Please! Just-"
When she felt his hands further parting her thighs, she gasped. His lips were on her that moment. The heat built up inside her more and more. The way he moved his tongue against her clit made her want to explode.
"Ah! Klaus!" she shrieked, finally coming undone.
He froze. How did she…? It must have been the blood. She could tell it was his, just by a few drops?
"Klaus, I promise you the minute I'm free, I'll screw you first," she panted, coming down from her high, "and kill you next."
He undid the blindfold. Instead of the large, pretty blue eyes he expected, he saw the black, hungry eyes of a vampire. He wore his trademark smirk. She truly was beautiful in every way.
"Hello, Caroline. I apologize for the bondage but, you see, I just had to get my hands on you. And after causing you multiple orgasms, I don't plan to let you go." He caressed her cheek to show his solemnity.
She growled, "What the hell happened to caring about the cure? Aren't you afraid of Katherine?"
He chuckled, "That's the special part about the bond of a predator and his prey; it can't be broken. The girl has been running from me for so long, I don't think she even knows how else to live. No, I don't fear Katerina."
She jerked her face to bite the fingers still on her cheek but he easily moved away. Klaus eyed her with wonder, "I had hoped you'd be more agreeable but it seems the only time you're willing is when you're in the mood."
His hand smoothed up her side. She tried to maintain a disdainful glare but he saw the flicker of desire.
He smiled earnestly now. "I will never grow tired of your moans or your hot breath. I will never grow tired of touching your beautiful body. We have eternity, Caroline. You'll come around eventually."
"You don't get love just from lust, Klaus."
"Whoever came up with that notion? Lust is one of the very foundations of love," he kissed her scowling lips, "Don't fret, love. I'll take care of you."