It's late again, but not everyone has left work yet. Klaus has the blinds of the windows closed to his office, shutting off the rest of the world after a video conference with their England office. A knock on the door causes him to turn around as he switches the television off with the remote.
Caroline walks in, wearing a tight navy blue buttoned shirt dress that hugs her curves, pinching at the waist with a black belt. It just reaches her knees and leaves little to the imagination once again. She wears nude heeled pumps and carries a pile of folders with an almost somber look on her beautiful face.
"What's wrong, love?" He asks as she puts the files on his desk. "They've been filled in wrong, Mr Mikaelson," she reports, turning to him with her stunningly light blue eyes. "The acceptance dates and some of the admission statements have been written in wrong."
He steps closer to her and smirks. "Then, I'll just have to punish someone, won't I?" He asks, eyes travelling down her body. She bites her lip and nods, "It's all my fault, Mr Mikaelson." She tilts her head, causing her golden curls to fall over her shoulder.
He grabs her hips and pulls her close to him, his lips brushing against her ear. "I want you to put your arms on the desk and bend forward," he whispers huskily, hot breath assaulting her soft skin. "And if you make a noise, then I'll just have to punish you some more."
She nods, swallowing slightly as he slips his hands from her hips. He watches her rest her forearms on his desk, bending over with her legs slightly apart to keep her balance. He smirks as he comes up behind her, hand brushing over her ass gently, sending a shiver up her spine.
He beings his hand back and then the slap echoes in the room. She gasps, feeling the sting of her skin where his hand hit her body. She bites her lip to contain her moans as he spanks her, but she can't help herself as she groans with pleasure.
He stops, coming close to her ear and hissing, "I told you not to make a noise." She closes her eyes and waits, feeling his rough hand pushing up her skirt to reveal her creamy skin painted with red handprints. He moves back behind her and slaps harder, her skin burning from his rough hands and forceful smacks.
There's a knock on the door and he growls, pulling her skirt back down as she stands up straighter, the door opening as he sits behind his desk to hide the arousal that is extremely evident in his trousers. She bites her lip, standing by the desk silently as someone enters the room.
His brother narrows his eyes slightly at them, confused as to why Klaus' receptionist stands on the opposite side of the desk so silent and almost as if she were pained. "Elijah, what is it?" Klaus demands, foul mood obvious to him. "Kol's been causing trouble again," Elijah reports, dropping a file on Klaus' desk. "Harassment and sexual assault," Klaus sighs, looking at the open page, "We'll deal with it in the morning, I'll read up on it tonight. Thank you."
With that, Elijah recognises his dismissal and leaves, looking over Caroline still confused before he shuts the door. Klaus shuts the file and drops it in to a drawer before coming back over to her. "Where were we, love?" He asks, grabbing her ass harshly and making her cry out.
"Your were... punishing me, Mr Mikaelson," she breathes, staring in to his eyes with pure lust pooling in to them. "Ah, yes," he smirks, "and how was I doing that, Caroline?" She shudders, releasing her breath. "You had me bent over the desk, and you were spanking my bare ass as hard as you could," she tells him, looking at his lips. "I see, well how about we get back to that now, sweetheart?" He winks, spinning her abruptly and pushing her down so he bends over.
Her mouth drops open with a smile and shoves up her dress, pinching her ass cheeks before resuming the pleasurable pain of leaving his hand prints on her skin. Once he's satisfied, he pushes her skirt back down and turns her around to face him. She waits patiently, bursting on the inside as he begins to unbutton the front of her dress, exposing her black lace bra.
He pushes is down to free her breasts before pinching her nipples and circling the darker pink flesh around them. Her head drops back as he begins sucking on her breast, his tongue and thumb teasing her erect nipples as his hand and lips play with her breast.
She moans accidentally and he stops for a moment. "I told you not to make a noise, Caroline," he reminds her in a purr. His teeth clamp down on her breast, just breaking the skin and causing a few droplets of blood to trickle over her skin. She gasps, covering her mouth with her hand as she other moves in to his hair.
He beings nipping at her skin until he reaches her jaw. His fingers tangle in her hair and he yanks on it, pulling her head back and claiming her mouth with his own. The kiss is hungry and desperate, with his dominance taking her as his already.
He pulls back, hands moving to her shoulders to push her down. She kneels in front of him and he smirks, unbuttoning his trousers and opening the zip. She pulls away his boxers enough for his erection to come out. "Suck it," he orders, staring down at her. "Yes, Mr Mikaelson," she smirks, her tongue brushing over his tip.
Swirling around his length with her tongue, she slides her lips down him slowly until he's completely in her mouth. He grabs her hair and she whimpers as he pulls her back, only to thrust her forward harshly as he moves his hips in rhythm.
Her moans of surprise don't deter him as he orders her to finger herself. She slips her underwear to the side and begins pumping in to herself as he moves her head back and forth. He watches her, her fingers thrusting in to herself hard and coming out wetter each time. He groans, throwing his head back as he releases in to her mouth. She scraps her teeth over his length as she herself releases around her fingers.
He looks back down as she pulls her head from him, slipping her fingers in to her mouth and tasting her own release. A growls escapes him as he stands her back up, bringing her close and crushing their mouths together to taste the both of them in her mouth.
He pulls back roughly with a smug smirk playing on his lips. "Until next time, love," he breathes, zipping his trousers back up and walking from her as she redresses and fixes herself. "Of course, Mr Mikaelson," she purrs, tossing him her soaked underwear with a wink before swinging her hips as she walks out of the door proudly.
He chuckles, slipping the underwear in to his drawer and pulling out the folder. Now, back to business.
AN: I'll post the third and final part tomorrow, I think. I'm glad this got such a good response, I thought it was bad. Review again? Is it still good?