A/N: Hey guys, I just wanted to get this up before I went to bed. This contains part two of the original drabble set, but also incorporates more plot (sort of)(and another smut scene).
There has been some concern already about a few things, so I'd like to clear some things up:
Caroline is 18. Klaus is 24. They are both consenting adults, though this is NOT a healthy or moral situation. This is fantasy. Please don't try to have sex with your teachers. Also, having someone treat you disrespectfully (in a respectful and controlled way) is a kink that will be focused on a lot in this story, and if you're not okay with that, or that's not your cup of tea, this probably isn't the story for you.
That said, I hope you like this chapter.
Unbeta'd.
Enjoy!
-Angie
"Read the last three chapters and prepare for a content quiz next class. I'll let you out a few minutes early. See you on Monday."
There was a rush to pack up bags and books, and Caroline moved with the rest of her class until she heard him call for her to stay behind.
"What did you do?" Bonnie hissed, and Caroline just shrugged helplessly.
"Don't wait for me, it's fine."
"All right. See you later, Care."
Caroline waited until Bonnie shut the door behind her before walking up to the desk, slinging her bag from one shoulder to the other. She'd left school the day before on a high. She'd felt sexy and empowered, which felt a little bit counter-intuitive from what happened, but she knew that she wanted that high again, and from what it seemed, Mr. Mikaelson would be willing to give it to her.
She had been anxious all day, though. What if he wanted things from her that she didn't want to give? Would all of their meetings be like that? Would they continue to have meetings after the one that day? What exactly were the terms of this…thing? What did he expect from her?
"Mr. Mikaelson," she greeted quietly, her mind racing.
"Hello, Caroline," he said, his lips curling a bit at the edges, apparently sensing her distress. "I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing."
She felt her face heat. "Um. I'm fine."
"All right. Well, I just wanted to make sure. If you ever start feeling 'not fine', then all you have to do is say something. All right?"
She nodded.
"Excellent. I'll see you at half three," he said, before grinning slightly at what must have been a look of confusion on her face. "Three-thirty," he elaborated.
"All right, Mr. Mikaelson."
"Come in."
She stepped through the door nervously, shutting it behind her, and turned to see him closing his laptop and pushing it away. "Lock the door please, love, and go ahead and drop your things over there," he said, gesturing to the small space near the bookshelf.
She locked the door and dropped her backpack before walking over to him somewhat hesitantly.
He sighed. "Caroline, sit down," he said, gesturing to the chair on the other side of his desk.
She sat.
"Are you all right, Caroline?"
She bit her lip and nodded.
She was all right. She was nervous, though. She didn't like not knowing what was expected, and she very much appreciated being in control. She did not feel in control at that moment.
"Are you sure?" he asked again.
"Yeah. I am. I just…I guess I don't know what you want, and I'm—"
"Nervous?"
She nodded, and he smiled slightly. "Do you want this?" he asked.
"Yes," she said decisively, nodding again.
"Are you sure?" he pressed.
"Yes. I just don't know what you want, exactly."
"You."
She gave him what she knew must be a completely unimpressed look, and his lips twitched. "Have you been anxious all day because you didn't know what I wanted?"
"Yeah," she said, slightly sheepishly.
"Then I shall tell you explicitly what I want from you, and you can tell me if that's all right. Sound fair?"
"Okay."
"Come here."
She stood up from her place behind the desk and walked to him, straddling his lap, and he slid his fingers under her dress and cupped her ass, making her moan.
"I want you to come here directly after school on Mondays and Thursdays. Skirts or dresses only, and nothing underneath. Always knock. Address me as you would in any other situation. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson," she said dutifully, feeling a stab of arousal at his rough words.
He grinned. "Smart girl," he said, giving her backside an affectionate squeeze, making her roll her hips over the growing bulge in his jeans.
"Thank you, Mr. Mikaelson."
"Are you wet for me, love?"
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."
"Good girl. Strip."
"Um, what?" she asked, slightly breathless.
He raised a challenging eyebrow, and she blushed, sliding off of him.
"I don't want you wearing anything under your dress. Strip."
She shrugged off her jacket, folding it in half neatly and setting it on the desk, before sliding down the side zipper of her dress slowly, finally letting it pool at her feet. She smirked as she saw his darkened eyes roving over her form, the only barriers between his gaze and her completely naked body a blue lace bra and thong set.
She reached behind her to unclip her bra, letting it fall off of her shoulders, exposing her breasts to the cool air, making her nipples pebble. She bent over to slide off her thong slowly, getting wet just from the feeling of his eyes glued to her body.
She carefully stepped out of it, and had just rested a palm on his desk and bent her leg back to pluck of one of her high heels when he interrupted.
"Leave the shoes. Grab your ankles."
She heard him get up behind her and moaned when the tip of his finger slipped between her folds. "You need to be quiet, love."
"Sorry, Mr. Mikaelson."
He made a humming sound and slipped a finger into her, making her gasp. He soon added another and began pumping them into her, bringing her up to the edge so gradually and expertly she almost didn't notice how close she was until she realized that she'd been rolling her hips against his fingers.
"Do you like that?" he asked, his rough voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."
"What did I tell you yesterday about who gets to come, Caroline?"
"Good girls come; naughty girls don't."
"Have you been a good girl today?"
"I think so, Mr. Mikaelson."
"You don't sound very certain."
She gasped as he hooked his fingers slightly to hit her g-spot, making her moan. "I was a good girl, Mr. Mikaelson."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?" he asked, sharply, pinching her ass lightly, causing her to squeak.
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson," she corrected herself.
His thumb found her clit and he rubbed it in rhythm with the rest of his fingers fucking her pussy. "Do you want to come, Caroline?"
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."
"Do you know what good girls do when they want to come, love?"
"What, Mr. Mikaelson?"
"They say please."
"Please let me come, Mr. Mikaelson."
"You're going to have to do a bit better than that."
"I've been a good girl for you, Mr. Mikaelson. Please, let me come."
She moaned as he rubbed her clit harder.
"Again," he commanded.
"I'll be a good girl for you. I'll do whatever you want. Please let me come, Mr. Mikaelson."
"Will you?"
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson," she panted.
He pulled his fingers out, causing her to whine quietly at the losss, before he tapped her inner thigh with his fingers. She got the message and spread her legs wider, her breath catching when she heard the zip of his fly being pulled down, and felt the head of his cock press against her folds. "Do you want my cock in you, Caroline?"
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."
"Repeat yourself. I didn't quite catch that."
"Yes, please, I want your cock in me Mr. Mikaelson."
"Beg," he said, rubbing the head of it against her folds.
"Please fuck me with your cock, Mr. Mikaelson. Please make me come. I've been a good girl for you today, so please may I come around your cock?"
He swore as he sheathed himself within her, the sensation of being totally and completely full making her groan in contentment. He started to move, his hands bracing her thighs apart and keeping her steady while he slammed his cock into her. "Hands stay on your ankles," he ordered hoarsely.
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."
"Do you like it when I fuck you?"
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson. Very much."
"Do you want to come?"
"Yes, please, Mr. Mikaelson. Please let me come."
"Good girl," he muttered, reaching around to rub her clit with his free hand. She moaned as she rolled her hips against his cock. "Come for me."
It only took a few more thrusts before she climaxed around him, riding out her high on his cock.
"Kneel," he said, his voice rough.
She did, resting her ass on her heels while she looked up at him, his cock dripping with her juices.
"Who just let you come?"
"You did, Mr. Mikaelson."
"Did you like it?"
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."
"And what do you say when someone does something nice for you, Caroline?"
"Thank you, Mr. Mikaelson."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Thank you for letting me come, Mr. Mikaelson."
"Good girl. But you dirtied my cock with your juices."
She bit her lip, realizing where this was going, and feeling incredibly turned on by it all. "I'm sorry, Mr. Mikaelson."
"Clean it. Tongue only. No lips."
She gave him a long, hard lick from base to tip before swirling her tongue around his shaft and head, moaning when she realized that his orders essentially forced her to lick him clean without taking him in her mouth at all.
She did so, however, her tongue flicking over his skin, slurping up her juices, and he moaned, burying his hand in her hair as she went.
"Good girl," he praised. "I want you to wrap your lips around me so that I may come in your mouth, Caroline. Hands and knees stay on the floor."
She took him in her mouth and sucked when he ordered it, looking up at him through her eyelashes, palms and knees on the floor as she'd been told. When he came, she swallowed, licking her lips. "Good girl," he said again, running his fingers lightly through her hair.
She stood up, wobbling slightly because her legs were asleep from kneeling.
"Don't touch yourself before I see you again, all right?" he ordered, deceptively phrasing it as a request. His voice was affectionate, and he tugged one of her curls before tucking it behind her ear.
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."
"And remember, for Monday—"
"No panties, come directly after school, skirts and dresses only, knock first, call you Mr. Mikaelson," she recited, smiling slightly at him.
"Good girl," he said again, letting his hands rest on her hips as he pulled her in for a kiss, his tongue swiping over her bottom lip. She moaned, opening her mouth for him, and he smiled into the kiss before pulling back. "Get dressed, love."
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."
"Cheeky," he muttered, patting her ass lightly.
She just smiled. "Bye, Mr. Mikaelson," she said, her hand on the doorknob.
"See you on Monday, Caroline."
She knocked on the door to his office a few months after their first encounter right after school, as usual.
"Come in."
"Hi, Mr. Mikaelson," she said, closing the door behind her and locking it.
"Caroline," he said, smiling slightly as he looked up from a spiral-bound agenda. "Sorry love, just a minute. I need to get this done."
She nodded and perched on the edge of his desk, her legs delicately crossed at the ankle, watching him quickly make some sort of note and flip it shut, putting it in a desk drawer and turning to her. "Come here," he said, though it was more affectionate than demanding.
She straddled him in his chair, giving him a soft kiss, her hands on the armrests while he cupped her ass under her the skirt of her dress, squeezing it firmly. He broke away to nibble on her neck, and she tilted her head to the side to let him nip and lick at her jawline, though he was always careful not to leave marks.
She moaned when he ran a finger down her wet slit, and smirked into her neck. "You're wearing nothing under your dress."
"You always tell me not to, Mr. Mikaelson," she pointed out, letting out a small sigh as he pushed two fingers into her wet heat.
"Good girl, doing what you're told."
She moaned as he hooked his fingers to stroke her inner walls.
Their game had begun.
"How do you want me to take you today, Caroline?" he asked, his dark, lustful eyes boring into her.
"However it pleases you Mr. Mikaelson."
He smirked. "Good answer."
"Thank you, Mr. Mikaelson," she said, giving him a little grin before whining softly as he withdrew his fingers.
"Cheeky today, aren't we, love?"
"Sorry, Mr. Mikaelson," she said, trying very hard to sound it, though it seemed that she didn't succeed, judging by his wicked grin.
"Are you sure?"
She bit her lip and nodded.
"I'm afraid I don't believe you love."
She was silent, trying to figure out where this was going.
"I think you're lying to me," he said, though his voice sounded more playful than irritated.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Mikaelson. I'm not lying."
He hummed before abruptly reaching around to grab one of her legs, causing her to squeak at the sudden movement, and carefully supporting her body while he flipped her over so that her ass was in the air over his lap.
"Good girls don't lie, Caroline," he said, his tone slightly chastising as he pushed the fabric of her dress down over her back and abdomen and stroked the creamy skin of her ass and upper thighs. "And bad girls who lie get punished."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Mikaelson."
"A bit late for apologies, don't you think, love?"
She bit her lip, debating on how to answer, knowing that erring on the side of agreeing with him was generally a better strategy.
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."
"That'll be ten, I think."
"Ten what, Mr. Mikaelson?" she asked, though she thought she might know.
"Ten strikes. You will count each and thank me for the correction. Do you understand?"
Is this all right? she heard his underlying words.
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."
The first slap made her give a small shout of surprise, but she recovered quickly. "One. Thank you for correcting me, Mr. Mikaelson."
The second hit her in a different spot, but she was expecting it this time. "Two. Thank you for correcting me, Mr. Mikaelson."
The third stung. The fifth made her moan out loud. By the tenth, she was soaking wet and panting, and he ran his finger down her dripping slit. "Spread your legs for me. Good girl. Look how wet you are from that. Did you enjoy being spanked?"
There was something about the way the word rolled off his tongue that made her pussy ache, and she gasped out a, "Yes, Mr. Mikaelson," before letting out a long moan as his fingers began to move inside her.
"You're so wet from your punishment love, so tight around my fingers. Have you touched yourself since Monday?"
"No, Mr. Mikaelson," she gasped out, feeling her pussy clench around his fingers as he wound her up, bringing her closer to the edge with every movement.
"Good girl."
She felt herself clench around his fingers, gritting her teeth to prevent herself from moaning too loudly.
"You're so fucking tempting laid across my lap with your legs spread for me, love. I just want to bury my cock into your tight little pussy and make you come around me over and over. Would you like that?"
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson," she gasped out, spreading her legs as far as possible to allow his fingers to dive into her more deeply.
He seemed to notice how close she was getting, because he withdrew. "Bend over the desk, love."
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."
She heard him unzip his pants and then felt his cock pressing against her folds, causing her to moan. He groaned as he entered her, and she clenched around him. "I love seeing you bent over my desk like this, with your arse bright red from my hand. You feel so good and tight around my cock, love."
She was panting, trying not to moan too loudly. "Please, Mr. Mikaelson..."
"Please, what?"
"I just...please make me come, Mr. Mikaelson."
"Tell me what you want."
"Please, Mr. Mikaelson, I want your cock slamming into me hard and fast, I want to hear your balls slapping against me and I want you to paint my red ass with your come," she panted out, trying to capitalize on all the little things she'd noticed that he liked, and honestly, if he could just get her over the fucking edge she'd do whatever he wanted.
"Naughty girl," he muttered roughly under his breath, doing as she'd asked and fucking her harder. "Telling me all those filthy things out of your pretty little mouth. Spreading your legs like a wanton little slut for me."
Christ.
Getting called a slut when being fucked from behind had never exactly been number one on her list of sexual kinks, but it had made her come harder than she ever had before in her life, and she grit her teeth to keep from screaming his name.
He mumbled hers though, the syllables spilling out of his lips in a low whisper as he did as she asked and came on her ass. She stood, wincing at the movement, and he gave her a sharp look, though she could tell that it was more concerned than anything.
"Was I too harsh?"
"No, it's just…"
"Sore?" he asked, his lips quirking.
She nodded.
"But I like it," she added immediately, and he gave her a confused look.
"Caroline, you don't have to lie–"
"No, really, I do."
There was something oddly stimulating about walking around with a bright red ass that no one could see, and she told him so, adding, "And plus, now when I have trouble sitting still in class–"
He shook his head quickly. "I won't be able to look at you for the next week without getting hard if you finish that sentence."
She sent him a mischievous grin and pecked him on the lips. "Monday?" she asked, pausing with her hand on the doorknob.
"Monday," he agreed. "And unscented lotion will help. If you change your mind."
"I won't."
She closed the office door behind her.
A/N: Thanks for reading! How are we doing on this? Let me know what you think.
Hugs!
-Angie