Sighing, Klaus leans back in the leather chair, looking through the window at the receptionist outside his office. Her blonde hair falls down her back in curls, a white blouse tucked in to a tight black pencil skirt with killer black heels. Her nails drum on the desk in between her writing as she filters through papers.
Caroline. He's been attracted to the blonde since she started work here. Her beautiful face always taunting him as she sneaks looks at him with her wide blue eyes and bites her bottom lip when she concentrates.
She's doing it now and he can see her perfectly as she uncrosses her legs and rises from the chair, coming in to the office. She doesn't look up and he watches as she moves for the filing cabinet and bends over, pulling out a drawer and filtering through it.
He swallows harshly, eyes roaming over her ass and long, creamy white legs. "Caroline, love," he calls, causing her to straighten slowly and turn to him. "Yes, Mr Mikaelson?" She asks, shutting the drawer with her hip. A smirk creeps up on her face as she tilts her head expectantly, her eyes on his face.
He lets himself take a moment to check her out, fully appreciating her beauty before talking. "Why do you always work so late?" He asks, "Surely a beautiful woman like you has somewhere to be... with someone?" She shrugs and shakes her head. "I've got nowhere to be," she tells him, walking over to the desk. "No one to be with."
He sits up in the chair and his smirk grows. "Still, you're young and absolutely stunning. Wouldn't you want to go out and find someone?" He continues, waving a hand in the air in her direction when he compliments her. "No, I'd rather stay here," she whispers, unbuttoning her shirt as she stares in to his eyes.
His eyebrows rise intrigued as she lets her shirt drop to the floor, revealing a blood red lace bra. She reaches behind her and slides down the zip of her skirt, pushing it over her hips and letting it pool around her feet.
He stands up from his seat and walks over to her as she steps out of her skirt wearing nothing but her red lace underwear set. "Well, this is certainly a surprise," he purrs, his dark eyes roaming over her body lustfully. She stands in front of him and unbuttons his shirt slowly, looking up at him with a devilish smirk.
She pushes off his shirt and jacket, letting them drop to the floor. Running her hands down his chest, her nails dragging over his skin, she reaches his belt and pulls it off. She slides his trousers and boxers down, her body getting lower and lower until she's on her knees in front of him.
One hand wraps around his erection, the other holding on to his thigh. Her tongue begins teasing, running along his length and flicking his tip. A growl escapes him as he grips her hair with one hand and holds on to the desk with the other. She looks up at him almost innocently before slipping her mouth over him and moaning.
He drops his head back, her moan vibrating his cock as she using her tongue and lips. He feels her take all of him in to her mouth and grunts, tugging her hair as he looks back down at her.
She looks absolutely ravishing as she uses her mouth and hand on him. He feels himself getting closer and releases a breath that just manages to hold her name. Her teeth drag over his shaft and he calls out, releasing in to her mouth. She swallows his release and rises back to her feet, smiling smugly as she licks her lips.
He growls, unable to contain himself any longer as he grabs her hips and sits her on the desk. He pushes his hand up her stomach and squeezes her breast to make her lie back as he kneels before her. He kisses up the inside of her thigh, sucking over her soaked underwear before tugging it off with his teeth.
His tongue presses against her and she moans, her hand fisting in his hair as he strokes her with his tongue. He slips a finger inside her and he releases a breath, closing her eyes and smiling open mouthed as he begins pumping in and out of her, going faster and slipping more fingers in to her until all four are thrusting inside her with his tongue lapping her up and teasing her at a slower pace.
Her stomach tightens, her heart racing as he finally switches his fingers for his mouth. He tastes her release as she cries out his name, heels dragging up his back as her legs rise. He pushes them back down and pulls her to the edge of the desk as he stands, looking at the blonde vixen beneath him.
He grabs her waist and pulls her off the desk, ripping her bra from her body and throwing it to the floor. She gasps as he spins her around and pushes her forward until she's bent in front of him. Her hands slam on to the desk and she looks over her shoulder as he teases her with his head, running circles around her rim so gently that it tickles, sending small rushes through her body.
She shudders, turning and dropping her head with heavy breathes panting out of her. She cries out as he thrusts inside of her suddenly, pulling out almost completely before pushing half of his length inside her. She adjusts after a few thrusts and he slams completely in to her, pounding his hips against her ass as he moves her hips with his hands.
She loud cries and moans echo through his office and he grunts with her. "Faster," she pants, "Faster." He complies, moving them both faster as her breasts bounce back and forth, her breathing heavy as her heart pounds in her chest.
Sweat begins to trickle down his chest as he grunts, ramming in to her as fast and hard as he can. She tightens around him and he smirks, knowing she'll release soon. He picks up her hips slightly and moves in at an angle, hitting a sensitive spot in her that makes her scream out and release around him.
He grunts and climaxes with her, spilling inside her and dropping her hips. He slips out of her and she turns around, sitting against the desk as she tries to get her breath back. He smirks down at her as he steps closer, fitting himself between her.
"I'd very much love it if you stayed behind most night, Caroline," he growls huskily, eyes roaming over her naked body before him as he runs his fingers up her side and slides his thumb over her nipple. "Whatever you like, Mr Mikaelson," she purrs, standing up and pressing her body against his, slipping around him.
He watches as she shamelessly bends over, giving him a perfect view of between her legs, to collect her underwear and slip it on. He copies her actions, the both of them dressing in silence until she turns to him, buttoning her shirt up.
"When do you want me behind, Mr Mikaelson?" She smirks, eyes moving to his bulging trousers. "Whenever I want you, Caroline," he replies, walking in to his seat and watching her. She strides over to him, stopping before him and pulling up her skirt to straddle his lap. His hands slip around her hips to grab her ass.
"And what will you do with me, Mr Mikaelson?" She asks, running her hands over his chest. "I'll bring you in to the office, rip off your clothes, bend you over the desk and fuck you so hard that you'll forget everything but my name," he growls, lips brushing against her jaw.
"And after that?" She prompts, running her hands over the waistband of his trousers. "I'll keep fucking you until you're sore and my hand prints are staining your skin. You'll be ruined for anyone else - you're mind always on me. I'll lie you over my lap and spank you until you're ass is engraved with my hands. I'll bite you so hard that your skin will break and be marked by my mouth. I'll fuck you until you're fit for only me."
She moans, grinding her hips against his as she climbs off him. "I can't wait, Mr Mikaelson," she drawls, fixing her skirt before walking out of his office and collecting her things. She winks at him through the window as a goodbye, making him chuckle as he watches her walk away from him with a swing in her hips.
He definitely loves his job now.
AN: be honest, leave me a review. My first smutty fic, so I need you to tell me if it's okay and if you want more I may write more.