A/N Hey readers! This is the follow-up to Sexting 101, inspired by my friend, Mia.

Phone Sex 101

Every time I think of you, I always catch my breath. I hear your name in certain circles, and it always makes me smile. I spend my time thinking about you, and it's almost driving me wild. There's a message in the wire, and I'm sending you the signal tonight. You don't know how desperate I've become, and it looks like I'm losing this fight. - Tina Turner

Caroline's heart stopped on the first ring. Knowing Klaus wouldn't take no for an answer, and not wanting to deny herself the pleasure she knew would come, the naked blonde gnawed her lower lip as she held the phone to her ear and whispered, "Hi."

"Hello, love," he greeted her, already stroking himself to the sound of her voice. Fuck. He wondered idly if she'd know if he let go right now. He had the stamina of a beast; it wasn't like he'd have to wait long to grow stiff once more.

"How are you?" she asked tentatively as she shut off the water, hot lavender bubbles surrounding her flushed body.

"Aroused. You?"

"Same."

Klaus smiled at how easily she admitted it. She still sounded exactly the same when he used to tease her about sex. Shy but interested. Afraid but not. Willing but insecure. He would change that. "I heard the water stop. Are you already in the bath?"

Fuck, his voice did things to her. She wondered if she could get away with coming before they even really started. Then again, she knew he'd never deny her. Probably even wanted to hear how ready she was to come for him. Come for me, sweetheart…

"Uh, yeah. I have bubbles." Seriously, Caroline? I have bubbles? Is that the best you can do?! This man is like a sex god; get it together!

Klaus bit back a groan as he pictured her in the tub. Perhaps he should have called her on Google Duo instead. Ah, well, he knew how long she could go; they were just getting started. He could talk his way out of hell; surely, he could talk Caroline into fucking herself on camera while he watched. "How high do the bubbles go?"

Caroline blushed as she looked down at her bare flesh and imagined his mouth on her chest, his gruff stubble ticking her as he laved her skin with nips and bites. She swiped away a patch of suds and cupped her mounds. "Umm, like, halfway up my chest? I don't know." What do you mean you don't know?! Moron!

"Can you see your nipples or are they hiding below the bubbles?" He needed to know as he felt himself fast approaching the edge, breathing already ragged.

"Well, they're not that high," she answered awkwardly. "I guess I can see them."

"Both of them?"

"Yeah…"

"Touch them, gently, not too much," he instructed firmly, closing his eyes as he imagined how she must look splayed out in the jacuzzi he knew she had. He'd bought the building and assigned one of his minions to run it for the sole purpose of making sure it was affordable and had the finest amenities. Caroline sucked in a deep breath, but she didn't hesitate to do as he asked. "Are you doing it?"

"Y-yeah," she shyly replied, her face burning hotter than the scalding water wafting around her nude form.

"How do they feel?"

His words came too fast; he was so good at this – it wasn't fair! What kind of question was that, anyway? She had no idea what she was doing. "I don't know…"

"Yes, you do. Use your words, sweetheart." He could see her blushing and it sped up his strokes.

Mostly, she wanted him to talk to her and tell her what to do. She wanted to be good for him. For him to tell her he was proud, that she was a good girl. But she knew better than to think it would be that simple. Still, it was a fun game and he was a patient teacher. "Umm, they're hard, I guess? And slippery, you know, from the soap." From the soap?! What the hell, Caroline?!

"Good girl," he praised, his face lighting up at her happy little hum.

"What are you doing?" she asked before he had another chance to bombard her with questions she couldn't answer, gnawing her lip as she played with her nipples, teasing them the way he had.

"Stroking my cock from top to bottom, milking out every drop of precum as I imagine it coating your pretty little lips as you stare up at me waiting for permission to take me in your mouth. You?" He smirked when he heard her gasp down the wire at his erotic words and how easily they fell off his wicked tongue. "Cat got your tongue?" he teased playfully.

Caroline's eyes widened when she realized she'd been softly moaning into the phone instead of actually speaking. "I-I'm here..."

"And what are you doing there?"

"Ummm... still playing with my boobs... Nipples!" she quickly corrected herself, blushing. "I'm, uh, squeezing them."

"How hard? Are you pinching with your nails or your fingers? Rolling them with the pad of your thumb?" His cock twitched in his hand, eyes closing as he felt himself approaching the edge. "Tell me, love. I want to know exactly how you touch yourself when you think of me."

"How do you know that?!" Was she really that obvious?

Klaus chuckled, speed increasing at her admission as he worked himself up and down, his thumb swirling his sticky precum around his head. "Because that's what I imagine when I touch myself."

"Oh." He still thinks about me, too?

"Don't ever doubt it, sweetheart..." His chest heaved as his balls began to tighten. "I imagine you on your knees like that time in the forest, your hands digging into the dirt as I fucked you from behind. You liked that, didn't you, Caroline?" The words began to spill out of him as the memory of the feel of her curls in his fist spurred him on. "You liked when I threw you on the ground and kissed you, shoving my tongue down your throat and my cock in your pussy. You were so warm and wet, and you begged so prettily for me. Remember when I flipped you over and pulled your hair and you screamed for me to do it harder?"

Caroline nodded her head, not that he could see it, hand beginning to wander down her belly. She could tell he was close and wanted to help, but she had no idea what to say. Gulping, she forced herself to say something. "Uh, yeah, that was nice." She smacked herself in the forehead at his amused snort. "I mean, it was hot. Yeah, yeah, I liked it when you pulled my hair. That felt good."

"What else did you like? Tell me," he panted, knowing he was being obvious and deciding he no longer cared. "Make me come all over my hand as I imagine it's your mouth."

Oh shit! What do I say?! She panicked internally as her eyes darted around the room looking for anything that would give her a clue how to answer. Eyes falling on her discarded robe, she began rambling in the way that only Caroline Forbes could. "I liked it when you took my clothes off. Um, you started with my jacket. Like, it was on the ground so fast, wasn't it? Then you ripped my tank top, which was kinda shitty because I really liked that one and you ruined it." He's about to come! Shut the fuck up about the tank top! He sent like twenty more, didn't he? "But that's ok – it was worth it. After that, like, you took off my bra, but you used the clasp. And then I pulled your shirt over your head and you picked me up off the ground and held me against the tree. And it kinda hurt cuz that bark was seriously sharp."

"Did you like it?"

"Huh?" She was only half paying attention, her fingers gently parting her lips beneath the floating bubbles. "Did I like what?"

"Did you like it when it hurt?" Please let her say fucking yes. "When I pulled out my cock and slipped between your legs, you didn't seem to mind."

Caroline's head fell back against the tub as she sunk two fingers deep inside her soaking pussy, wishing it was him. "I didn't," she replied breathily.

"Fuck, Caroline. I'm close. Keep talking." There was a harsh edge to his husky tone that made her walls clench around her fingers and she lost her voice. "What are you doing?" he demanded, frustrated that she'd grown silent.

"Um, touching myself..." she confessed awkwardly.

"Stop it," he barked, heart racing. "It's distracting you. Take your hands and put them on the sides of the tub. Don't touch yourself until I say."

"Ok." Her face flushed when she realized she did it without thinking.

"Good girl," he praised, groaning at her happy little hum at the pet name. "You like that, don't you? When I tell you how good you are? Making me pleased with you? Please me now. Tell me what I did after I took you against the tree."

"Um... you went down on me..."

"Specifically. How did I position you?"

The blonde inhaled a deep breath to steady herself, terrified she was about to be mortified, but starting to care less and less. She wanted him to come. "You took your belt and wrapped it around the tree and then tied my wrists to the buckle with my tank top so I couldn't move. And you told me good girls get rewards, and I liked that."

"You liked all of it. Admit it." Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes.

"Yeah..."

"And you like what we're doing now? How I won't let you touch yourself until I finish?" He didn't wait for her reply. "You're going to be a good girl all night for me, and I will reward you for it, but after. Talk to me. Talk until I come."

"Ok..." Her mind whirled as lust flooded her veins, desperate for relief but certain it would not come until he did. "You teased me, like, a lot. Seriously, it was a lot. Like, you made me beg for it before you even got to m-m-my..."

"Pussy, Caroline. Say it."

"Yeah, that," she gulped, closing her eyes. I am so bad at this! "But then you did get to my... pussy..." She had to force herself to say it – it was just so dirty.

"And what did I do once I was there?"

"You teased me. Like, a lot. You dragged your nails up and down the inside of my thighs while you licked my... pussy." The word came out a little easier the second time, his groan encouraging her. "I remember when you finally put your fingers in me, but you told me not to come. It was really hard because I really, really wanted to, but I didn't. And you told me not to move, to put my feet on the ground and be still. I messed up a couple times, but then you pinned my ankles down, and then I was good, and you told me I did a good job. I liked that part the most."

"Because you like being a good little slut for me." His other hand dropped to clutch his tightening balls; he felt electricity start to shoot up his shaft. "Admit it. Say it."

"I like being a good little slut for you." Oh my fucking God! What did I just say?!

"Fuck, Caroline, fuck. I'm coming, fuck..." His voice trailed off as he huffed, thick, white, sticky semen coating his hand as all the oxygen left his lungs. His head fell back against his mahogany bed board, his cerulean eyes shut tight as he struggled to catch his breath. He'd come so hard that the rush made him dizzy. I have got to leave New Orleans. He had only promised to stay away from Mystic Falls. He'd never promised to stay away from her. A small smile spread across his face as he thought about how'd have her at his mercy. He already did.

Caroline sat there staring at the blank screen of her phone, idly wondering if he'd really know if she took her hands off the edge of the tub. She rubbed her thighs together, hoping for any type of relief to soothe the ache in her core. I just had phone sex with Klaus Mikaelson. It didn't seem... real. She'd missed him more than she cared to admit. It was tempting to touch herself, but it was so much more fun playing games with the man who'd haunted her dreams since she'd made him promise to never come back if she was honest about what she wanted. But she had lied.

When the blood finally returned to his brain, Klaus quietly huffed out a soft, "Good girl." His upper lip curled into a dimpled smile as she purred down the line. He vividly remembered her smile, had painted and sketched it often enough to memorize every line, every curve, every perfect imperfection that was Caroline Forbes. "Tell me, sweetheart," he cooed, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a tissue after cleaning up the mess she'd helped him make, "did you touch yourself after I told you not to?"

"No," she answered quickly, shaking her head rapidly back and forth so audibly that he could hear the ripples in the water. "No, I was good, like you said." He could hear the pride in her voice and it made him smile.

"Fantastic. Would you like to touch yourself now?"

"Yes, please."

A smirk curled his upper lip at her manners. She was learning already. Deciding to push it, he added, "Say, 'Yes Sir.' Try it again." Caroline's face blushed crimson as her clit throbbed at his command. She tried to reply, but she just stuttered out a few syllables, mortified by how much she wanted to say it. Klaus gulped, wondering if he'd gone too far. "Sweetheart? Are you there?" he asked tentatively, checking his Galaxy to see if they were still connected. Please don't let her be gone.

"Yes Sir," she whispered in a tiny voice, a rush going through her at the growl emitting from the back of his throat. No one knew, but she had quite the collection of naughty books on her Kindle, most of which revolved around power dynamics. The Doms always reminded her of Klaus, and it made her miss him that much more.

"I thought I may have scared you off with that one," he confessed, relief washing over him, curious as to her reply.

"No, no, you definitely didn't," she laughed, suddenly feeling much more at ease to hear the insecurity in his voice for a change. She made him nervous. "I, uh, I'm good with calling you that, like, if you're cool with it."

Klaus chuckled down the line. "It was my idea, love." He could almost hear her blush when she realized he was right. "I'll ask again," he said lightly, a taunting tone to his British accent, "would you like to touch yourself for me, Caroline?"

"Yes Sir," she giggled, sipping her Monster as she sobered up more and more. She wanted to remember him in the morning.

"Then put your hand between your legs." Wasting no time, she eagerly dropped her hand below the hot, steamy bubbles. "Tell me how your pussy feels."

The student's eyes popped open as words failed... again. "Umm... wet?" Caroline! You're under water! Of course you're fucking wet! Moron! "Like, obviously, because I'm in the bath..." her voice trailed off when she heard him biting back a laugh.

"How else?"

"I don't know..."

Klaus rested his head back against the headboard and sighed happily. It's going to be a long night. "Just say whatever comes to mind," he coaxed her, trying to keep his voice even as a smile split his face in two. Oh, sweetheart, the things I'm going to make you do for me...

Caroline cautiously touched her lips, trying not to moan too loudly. "Um, smooth, I guess? I just shaved before the party."

"Are you completely bare, or did you leave a little something?"

"Bare." Fuck, was that what he wanted me to say? Maybe I should have left something. Shit. I'm so bad at this!

"Excellent." Little minx.

Oh, thank God. Good answer, Caroline. You made a good decision. "Ok, cool." Ok, cool? Can you try to be less awkward?

"Put a finger inside yourself, but just one, and don't move it. I want you to tell me how the inside of your pussy feels."

The blonde moaned loud enough for his cock to spring back to life when she pushed between her fleshy walls. It took everything in her to be still, but his approving hum spurred her on. I can do this. "Um, it's warm, and wet, but, like, not like the water, but because I'm, like, all slippery and stuff."

"And why is that?" he asked with a sly smile she could practically hear.

Flames erupted on her porcelain cheeks as her core clenched around her finger. "Because I'm talking to you..." Should I have said that?!

"I know the feeling," the British man chuckled. "I missed you. I do hope you'll answer my calls in the future."

Caroline could almost see his smirk; it made her clit throb as her finger remained still. "I could probably be convinced," she teased playfully, "if you let me come a couple of times."

"It's going to be more than a couple," he replied, a dare in his throaty whisper, "but only when I say. Got it?"

"Yes Sir." The words came out easier as she started to really relax. She tapped her phone just so his selfies would pop up. It marveled her how he could be across the country and still look at her like she was the only thing that mattered. It made her smile to think of how important she obviously still was even after so much time had passed. "What do you want me to do now?" she asked with a coy smile.

"What you're told." The student felt a rush go through her at his dominant tone; she pressed her lips together and waited patiently. "Add a second finger," he said finally, smirking at her tiny moan. "What are you thinking?"

"That I wish it was you," she admitted as she tried not to squirm, sure that he would know. Don't fuck it up, Caroline.

"Which part of me?" he asked with a smug grin.

Fuck! What do I say? "Um, whatever part you want?"She slammed her eyes shut as she waited for his response. Was that right?

Klaus chuckled down the line. "Good answer." She's learning.

Good job! When it doubt, don't answer. He seems to like that. "Thank you, Sir." She heard him groan and it made her smile. Also, add 'Sir' as often as possible.

"Move your fingers in and out, but do it slowly. And tell me how it feels."

Crap. This again. Ok, deep breath. You got this. "Well, it's wet because I'm talking to you." You already said that, idiot! "And it's hot, and kinda squishy, I guess? And tight, but, like, there's room for more. When you want, obviously. Like, you call the shots, right?" She gnawed her lower lip, wondering if that had been good enough. When a beat of silence passed, she added, "I like listening to you."

A low grumble emitted from the back of his throat; his cock was hard again. He idly played with the tip, smearing precum around with his thumb as he imaged her naked. "Lay back and spread your legs further."

The blonde obeyed without hesitation, parting her thighs as far as she could. "Ok, I'm doing it, Sir. Now what?"

"Now, you add a third finger, but don't touch your clit. Not until I say." She gasped, eyes rolling back in her head as she stretched herself. "How does that feel?"

"Good." Seriously? Can you find another word? "Better, I mean. Like, fuller. Not as full as if it were you, but still pretty good."

A small smile played about his raspberry lips as he remembered exactly what it felt like to bury himself inside her to the hilt. "Perhaps you should add another. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?"

Caroline gnawed her lower lip as she thought back on her naughty Kindle books, debating exactly how deep into this fantasy she wanted to go. Should I say it? "Um, if that pleases you?" Her voice was so tentative that he had to bite back a laugh. "Sir," she tossed in as an afterthought.

"It would please me very much. Do it." She let her head fall back against the porcelain and moaned. Loudly. "How is that? Is that better, too?"

"Mmhmm," she purred, eagerly awaiting him to say she could go faster. She thought about asking, but decided that would not go well for her. Just be patient for once in your life! He said it would be worth it, right? Right.

"You can speed up a little bit, but not too much." He wrapped his hand around his thick shaft, eyes closing as he imagined it was her. "Use your other hands to tease your nipples. Pinch them with your nails, and the roll them between your fingers."

"Yes Sir," she whispered breathily as she cupped her mounds.

"Do you remember what I did to your nipples as I took you against that tree?"

"You bit them."

"And what happened when I did that."

"I came really, really hard," she recalled easily.

A devious grin lit up his face, dimples shining in the low lighting of his master bedroom. "Tell me about it." Come on, love. Take a chance. Tell me what I want to hear.

Ugh! With the words! She blew out a deep breath, core pulsing around her fingers as she approached the edge. Mouth suddenly dry, she reached over and took the final sip of her Monster. She could still fill the buzz from earlier; it made her skin sing. She had to force herself to focus as her heart beat wildly in her chest. "You held my hands over my head, and put your mouth on my nipples. I remember when you went inside of me; it felt so fucking good."

"What part of me went inside of you?"

"Your cock," she answered obediently, skin flushing as the bath coated her breasts in soapy bubbles. "You teased me at first, only putting the tip in. I squirmed, and that's when you held me against the tree. I remember the bark digging into my back, but I liked it. It was super hot, the way you just took control. I really liked it. Then you, um, like, sucked on my bo-nipples, like, really hard. Seriously. It was like a vacuum." A fucking vacuum, Caroline? She smacked her forehead when she heard him chuckle. "But it was good," she said enthusiastically, quickly recovering from her moment of embarrassment as her arousal grew. She moved her fingers in and out of her wet heat in a steady rhythm, her clit desperate for attention.

"Go on."

"Um, you did for like a seriously long time. You have crazy stamina, ohmigod."

"It's a skill you'll have to learn," he teased. "I can hear how desperate you are to come, how much you want it. But you won't until I give you permission; isn't that right, sweetheart?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good girl. What did I do next?"

Caroline gulped. God, he's really going to make me say it. She remembered vividly how much she'd enjoyed everything they'd done, but it was different having to say it out loud. Then again, she'd already confessed so much. To him. To herself. Her face burned, but he was right. She was desperate to have an orgasm as he whispered praises in her ear. When she spoke again, her voice was barely audible. "You told me to beg."

"And did you?"

"Yes," she admitted shyly, her rosy bud thawing as her fingers stretched her. She massaged her inner walls, hoping to gain any friction against the part she needed to touch most. She gasped when she found the right spot, breathing going ragged. She shaped and molded her nipples just as he had, pinching them harder and harder with her nails.

"Hmm," he mused aloud as he stroked himself up and down. "Do you want to beg me now?"

Caroline gulped, embarrassment flowing through her, even though she knew it shouldn't. Of everyone she'd ever known, Klaus was the only one who'd never, would never, judge her. Swallowing her pride, she whispered, "Yes."

"Then do it." His tone was a challenge, and while she knew it, she didn't care anymore. "Beg me to let you come."

"Please, Klaus," she choked out, changing the angle to find that perfect spot again. Why was it so much easier for him to find it than me? Realizing all that she'd been missing by pushing him away made her ache, release calling her that much quicker. "Please let me come for you. I've been good, haven't I?"

"Yes, you have, love," he praised, speeding up his ministrations. Just a little longer, my lovely. "Good girls get rewards, but they have to be earned. Twist your nipples; do it hard, like I did." She cried out his name, the scent of lavender wafting around her. He could almost smell it down the line, and it made his stiff muscle ache to be with her in that bathtub. Soon. "Try it again, nicely. Use my proper title."

Fuck! How could I forget that! "Please, Sir," she pleaded, lungs heaving as she winced at the sharp pain. "Please let me come for you. I've been so good, and I'll keep being good. I promise, but please just let me come. I need it, Sir; I need it. Please, please, please." Please let that be enough.

Klaus felt his eyes roll back in his head at her sweet words. His breathing grew ragged as his balls tightened. "Rub your clit and come for me, sweetheart." The sound of her falling apart while calling out his name, his name, pushed him over the edge. "Caroline, fuck, fuck," he ground out, jaw clenched as white, hot come burst all over his hand, again. Her delightful moans continued as she came hard on her fingers, imagining it was him. Finally, all either of them could hear was the sound of the other panting heavily.

Once his heart stilled enough for him to speak, he commanded sternly down the line, "Get out of the bathtub."

"What? We're finished?" What did I do? Why is he leaving? Shit.

Hearing the shocked insecurity in her voice made the artist chuckle as he lay back in his bed, carelessly tossing a tissue to the plush carpet. "Not nearly. Dry off, lay down on your bed, and answer when I video call you." Caroline's eyes widened at his tone; he left no room for discussion. "You have three minutes." Before she could argue, he hung up and waited.

Caroline was ready after two.

A/N Whew! I have had such writer's block lately. It feels good to get something out there. I'm a shameless positive reinforcement junkie, so if you liked it and what to help motivate me, please leave a review!