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The Ball room glittered with decadent elegance while Music drifted lazily through the room, each note winding between guests dressed in silk, velvet, and carefully guarded secrets.

But Klaus Mikaelson wasn’t interested in the music. His eyes were on you. You had wanted to go to dances like this more often and it was a good way for Klaus to keep up appearances.

You had arrived fashionably late, knowing very well he'd be watching the door the entire time. You had gotten ready with Gia who was here with Elijah and you two had taken your time. While Gia had chosen a beautiful yellow dress you had gone for a darker one. Black silk, backless, hugging your curves like sin itself. High slit. No bra. Just confidence and the sharp thrill of Klaus' gaze tracking you like prey.

You approached Klaus and took the champagne Elijah gave you and Gia. "Hello," you said pressing a quick kiss to Klaus' cheek. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close his face still hard.

"You two definitely took your time," he said controlled and you threw Gia a glance who rolled her eyes. "Haste makes waste," she said and Elijah chuckled before leading her to the dance floor.

"Are you angry Nik?," you asked Klaus and he didn't respond for a while, while sipping on his drink. "Of course not love," he finally said his lips curving up into a small smile, "Just glad that you are here. You look amazing."

Klaus was here to have a nice, relaxing evening but you had other plans for both of you. You two had been a little estranged the past few weeks due to the fact that you were just about to finish college and barely had time. All the effort had come from him for a too long time, and you wanted to change that. But for that you had to rile him up a little.

As always Klaus was a business man and here for that as well. And for once you weren't annoyed by it, but every time he turned to someone else you danced with strangers, enjoying their attention for a minute, before moving on to the next one. You leaned in too close during conversations, tilted your head when you laughed, made sure Klaus saw the way one man's hand almost brushed too low on your back. But Klaus didn't move, he only watched and enjoyed your every move. You made eye contact with him one time and he just raised his eyebrows tilting his head questioning

Finally an hour later, you approached him with a glas of Aperol spritz in your hand. “Not even a hello?” you purred, your voice soft enough for only him to hear.

“I’m being polite,” Klaus said, his voice low and dark. “You don’t want me to be otherwise.”

You tilted your head innocently, taking a slow sip of champagne before leaning against him, his hand immediately tightening around your waist. “Is that what this is? Restraint?," you asked a little mockingly

He leaned in, brushing his lips just shy of your ear. “You’re playing with a very dangerous man, sweetheart.”

“And you’re letting me,” you whispered back, brushing past him with a slow glide of your fingers down his chest before ordering another drink. It took you a lot of courage to tease Klaus and he knew that just as much as you. He wore his control like a mask, but you wanted to see it fall.

So you pushed.

Another dance. Another brush of fingers, this time behind his back as you walked by, letting your nails trail down his spine. You didn’t turn around, but you felt the moment he stopped breathing.

Later, you caught his eye across the ballroom and slid one finger down the stem of your glass slowly, deliberately, before bringing it to your lips.

The moment your tongue touched the glass, Klaus was gone from his post.

You turned away before he reached you. Your heart was racing as you felt him behind you. You had been toeing the line the entire evening and now he had seemed to snap. He had let you tease him and now you were going to pay.

He didn’t even say a word as he reached you. He just held his palm up for you, a silent command to take his hand and you knew right now it would be dumb to not listen. That was why set your glass down and took his hand, your heart still racing.

His grip was firm and he gripped you tightly. Not a word was spoken as he guided you through the glittering room, past the festivities, down a quiet corridor lined with ancestral portraits and thick velvet drapes.

The air changed once you left the main hall. "You know this place?," you asked your voice sounding less composed then you had hoped.

Klaus said nothing as he opened a door and ushered you inside. It was a study that looked as if it had been stolen out of the 18th century. Black armchair as well as candles and more. He shut the door behind you with a definitive click of the lock.

You turned to face him, but Klaus was quicker. He was on you in a flash, backing you against the desk, his hand curling around your throat reminding you to not make a dumb comment.

"You think you're clever?" he growled, his accent thickened by restraint, his lips brushing yours. You licked his lower lip, but he ignored it. “Wearing that dress. Parading around like a spoiled little brat. You thought I’d just stand there and let it slide?”

Your eyes fluttered your arousal raising immediately as his grip tightened slightly. “Maybe,” you whispered, voice breathy. “I was just dressing for the occasion.”

He laughed darkly. “Oh, of course you did. This is a ball, you look like a little slut.”

His hand slid from your throat down your body, slow and firm palming your breast through the silk. You whimpered as he rolled your right nipple between his fingers. Then he went lower, his hand wandering over your stomach, to the hem of your dress. He shoved it up with one sharp motion, revealing the lacy red panties you wore. He ran his fingers over them and chuckled as you immediately tried to grind down.

“You’ve been wet all night,” he said, his fingers teasing between your thighs, parting you gently but not giving what you craved. “Dripping for me. While you pretended you were in charge.”

He reached into his jacket pocket pulling out a small, silver toy glinted in the candlelight.Your breath caught, "Do you...do you just carry sex toys with you everywhere you go?," you whispered.

Klaus chuckled, "Let's say I had things planned tonight. But this...this is even better. Now I get to enjoy myself," he paused, "However I don't know how you will feel about this." You shook your head trying to squirm away but Klaus held you back.

“You wanted to be a brat,” Klaus murmured, brushing the tip of the vibe against your folds, “Now you’ll learn what happens to brats.”

Klaus checked for a second if you were showing any signs that you really didn't want this, and as he found none he slid the toy inside with deliberate, slow pressure, placing a magnet on your panties that would made sure it wouldn't fall out. Your body arched and your breath stuttered. But he didn’t let you move, his hand kept pressing firmly against your hip, holding you still against the desk.

“You’re going to wear this for the rest of the night,” he whispered at your ear, showing you the remote in his hand. “And every time you act like a tease, every time you look at me with those eyes, I’ll remind you why you shouldn't act out.”

He clicked the button and low vibration sat in immediately. It was barely a hum but it was enough. Enough to make your thighs tremble.

You gasped, gripping the desk behind you, your body already aching trying to coax Klaus to touch you, but he stepped back, fixed his jacket, and looked at you with devilish calm.

“You wanted to play, sweetheart?” he purred, opening the door for you, “Now the real fun begins.”

Every step back into the ballroom was a balancing act, your heels clicking against marble, while you made your way back to the dance floor while that fucking toy was buzzing inside you. Gia and Elijah had already left and you were glad. They were both vampires and would have been very able to hear the toy.

At the moment it was set to the lowest setting, which was madening. It was just enough to make your muscles tense and your legs shake. It was just enough to keep you constantly wanting. Just enough to remind you of Klaus who was behind you, his hand softly on your lower back.

He walked beside you like nothing was out of place, and you knew when he was this composed he was enjoying himself the most. Nevertheless was the remote in his jacket pocket, and his hand brushed it with maddening ease.

"Smile, love,” he murmured as you passed a couple. “Don't want anyone suspecting how soaked you are.”

You bit down on your lip, forcing a smile. Forced elegance, you could do that.

He leaned in as you reached the bar, his lips brushing your ear. "You're trembling."

You exhaled slowly. “Maybe I’m just cold.” He chuckled darkly. “No, you’re desperate. And I haven’t even started.”

He slid his hand behind your back, fingers brushing low before dipping into the small of your back. His other hand? Casually flicked the remote. The vibrations jumped to medium. Your knees buckled but you had to steady because Klaus wanted to dance. He turned you on the parquet to a waltz while the setting remained the same.

After the dance you hurried off the dance floor and gripped the bar to steady yourself, pretending to reach for the drink the bartender gave you. But your breathing betrayed you, it was just a little to shallow while your pupils were dilated.

Klaus stepped behind you, pressing his chest to your back. To anyone else it looked as if he was just hugging you and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Imagine if they knew," he whispered. "What you're hiding under this dress. That I’ve kept you just on the edge while you play the polite little guest. You look so adorable."

The toy pulsed inside you, a lot harder this time and your stomach clenched. You had to bite back a moan but Klaus had noticed it and chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

You nodded, barely able to think past your own pleasure. “Please…”

He smirked and turned it off.

Your breath hitched at the sudden absence of vibrations. Klaus walked around to face you, completely unbothered, fixing the cuff of his sleeve as if nothing had happened. “That’s not how you beg,” he said. “Not nearly good enough.”

You glared at him, lips parted, flushed, desperate. “Klaus-," you started as he sat down at the bar. It was not only the toy inside you, but also the fact that he looked ravishing. If he would have told you to take off your dress right here for him, you would have done it.

Suddenly another flick. It was back on.

Your whole body jolted at the unexpected sensation, while your hands gripped the side of the bar, your knuckles turning white. Klaus kept the pressure just enough to make your thighs shake. To make your core tighten. To make you feel the orgasm right there, hanging by a thread.

He whispered against your neck, one hand grazing down your side.

“You won't come yet. I want you desperate when we get home. Messy. Ruined. I want you begging for it."

You whimpered again. “I already am. Please, Klaus, please, just one. ”

He turned it up again, just a bit and for a second you thought that maybe he'd let you come. Your head fell against his chest and you had to bite back a lot of moans. He gripped your chin, tilting your face back up to him.

“Eyes on me,” Klaus growled. “I want to watch them flutter when I deny you again.”

You could have come just from him voice, but as you looked up you saw the dark amusement in his eyes and just before you tipped over the edge, again he clicked.

Off.

Tears stung your eyes as Klaus kissed your cheek and you had to hold onto him. You looked around. No one was paying attention and if they would have it looked as if you two were just hugging.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now be patient.”

-

As you finally left you were struggling to conceal the shaking. It was hard but you had managed the entire night. Until the doors closed and Klaus opened the passenger door to his car. He helped you in and you immediately thanked him in your mind for the tinted windows.

Nevertheless there was nothing gentle about the way he leaned down to whisper, “Keep your legs closed unless I say otherwise,” and closed the door.

You didn’t speak when he got in. Neither did he and so you were only shaking trying to follow his command and keep your legs closed.

The car was silent except for your breathing and the obscene little whirr of the vibrator inside you, ramping up again. You had no idea how Klaus was able to focus on the street and on the remote control in his pocket. But the thought was slapped out of your mind as he turned it on again. You gasped, your back arched and your hips lifted instinctively from the leather seat.

Klaus didn’t even look at you.

One of his hands was on the wheel, the other resting lazily on his thigh, while he drove like nothing was wrong.

"Pathetic," he muttered, glancing at you with that cruel little smirk. “You can’t even sit still for a ten minute drive without acting like a fucking mess.”

Your head rolled back against the seat, one hand gripping your thigh, the other clawing uselessly on the door.

“Please, Klaus-" Your voice was a sob, a cry for mercy “I can’t… I need to come, I-fuck please.”

He clicked his tongue. “Already begging? You didn't even make it a full minute in the car”

The toy pulsed harder. You cried out. It was an actual, shameless scream that echoed in the car. And still, he didn’t turn it off.

He just looked at you.

“Do you even hear yourself?” Klaus asked, voice low and cold. “Whimpering like a slut. Grinding your cunt into my seat like some desperate little thing. What would they all say if they saw you like this?”

You gasped, clenching your thighs, trying to hold on, but your body was on fire. You didn't even care about his insult you were just trying to get to the peak of your pleasure.

“Klaus, please!” Your voice cracked. “It hurts me, please, let me-”

“Oh no, love,” he interrupted smoothly. “You don’t get to come. Not until you’ve earned it.”

You whimpered again, louder this time, your legs shaking, face burning, thighs slick and soaked through.

His hand finally moved from the wheel to your knee. You weren't sure if you were happy or even more frustrated because of that.

His hand slid up your thigh, pulling your legs apart despite your body’s instinct to clamp down. You opened them finally for him.

“Look at that,” he murmured, “You were so smug an hour ago. Thought it was a good idea to tease me. And now?”

He pushed your dress up, just enough to expose your trembling inner thighs.

“You’re just a wet, shaking, needy little mess, who wants to be fucked so badly”

He pressed a single finger to the bulge of the toy inside you, just enough pressure to make you cry out again. And still he showed no mercy whatsoever

“You’ll come,” he said, his voice almost kind, “When we get home.”

You sobbed again, feeling humiliated and turned on but Klaus just chuckled as the car rolled through the dark streets, the city blurring past.

Every red light was another minute of torture. Every flicker of the remote was another denial.

And when the house finally came into view, you looked at him with glassy eyes. He just smiled, "Come on don't give up now."

The moment the front door slammed shut behind you, Klaus grabbed you by the throat and pinned you to the wall, lifting your dress with the tips of his fingers.

His hand wrapped tight around your neck, your breath catching instantly. You could see how hard he was and it made you swallow. A few hours ago you had been all sure and teasing but now you knew he was not going to be gentle.

“You wanted this,” he growled, eyes burning gold, voice ragged, "All night you begged for it. Now take it.”

You looked into Klaus' eyes and you saw the danger in them, but you also saw the love you could always see. No matter what happened the moment he looked at you was also the moment you realized how much he loved you. He didn't move for a second and you noticed that he was waiting for you permission. "Yes, I will," you whispered and Klaus smiled.

He kissed you hard, his tongue immediately pushing past your lips, his hand that had just teased the edge of your dress wrapping around your waist. You moaned into the kiss, and jumped up to wrap your legs around his hips. He immediately squeezed your thighs.

As he set you down his hand dropped to your thigh, hiked your dress up, and pulled your undergarments off. He kneeled down and jerked the vibrator out, putting it back into a small little box. Then he slowly dragged his tongue over your folds making you shiver and whimper beneath him.

“You don’t come until I say,” Klaus hissed, his thumb pressing onto your clit “Do you understand?”

You nodded, breathless. “Yes, Klaus, please!;" you begged but he didn't even give you time to finish your plea. He continued to eat you out, sucking onto your clit while his fingers pushed inside you. As you were close he stopped again and threw you onto the couch. His appearance was disheveled and he practically ripped his clothes apart while getting undressed.

He was on top of you again and yanked your dress up over your hips. He didn't give you time and just slammed into you with a single brutal thrust. Your scream of relief echoed off the walls.

Finally. Finally. Fucking finally.

Klaus wasn't going to stop anytime soon. He was normally the type who enjoyed a long foreplay but not tonight. No, he was done with the teasing. You moaned your hips bucking up. You moaned his name as you held onto his shoulders while he whispered praise into your ear. A sharp contrast to his earlier words in the car.

Your orgasm built like a wave it came fast and brutal. He felt your body clenching around him and that was his sign to slow. Just a beat, enough for him to whisper, "Don't come yet." You screamed in complete frustration tears running down your cheeks, your body shaking beneath him.

He reached down, thumb brushing over your clit with wicked precision. “You want to come?” he whispered. “Beg like a good fucking girl.”

You were crying wanting nothing more than to come. “Please, Klaus, please, let me- I need to, I can’t, I need it!”

Klaus' sped up again, kissing you before whispering into your ear, “Then come.”

He gave one final, punishing thrust and you shattered beneath him. You screamed and cried as your whole body spasmed, stars bursting behind your eyes, wave after wave tearing through you. Klaus didn’t stop, he continued to fuck you through it mercilessly. He didn’t slow until you collapsed beneath him, twitching and boneless, gasping for breath.

He came with a guttural moan, buried deep inside you, his grip bruising on your hips, his teeth at your neck. He drank deeply from you and it somehow added to te pure post-orgasm bliss.

Your body trembled, spent and broken and satisfied.

Klaus stayed on top of you for a moment, breathing hard, forehead against yours. “Next time you act like a brat,” he murmured, brushing a kiss against your cheek, “I’ll spank you and make you beg for days.”