A/N: Okay, so last chapter was slightly false advertising. I think I'm going to end up with 1.5k-2.5k chapters for this story, since it's mostly smut, leaning more towards shorter than longer.
Standard reminder(s): This is fantasy. Don't fuck your teachers. This story has a lot of kink in it. If that's not your thing, this isn't the story you should be reading. It's also mostly unbeta'd.
That said, enjoy!
-Angie

"Hi, Mr. Mikaelson."

"Hello, love," he said, looking up from his laptop and waving her in, beckoning her over once she'd closed the door, shed her cardigan, and dropped her bag in the corner.

She settled herself in his lap, as usual, and he hooked an arm around her waist, running his fingertips up and down her thigh under her skirt while he typed one-handed. "I have a question."

"Not yet, love. Give me a moment."

"Sorry, Mr. Mikaelson."

When he was done with his email, he closed the laptop and put it in his desk drawer before gripping her hips more firmly and kissing her gently, his tongue running along her lower lip. She shivered, winding her hands in his shirt. Moaning quietly, she arched into him as he cupped her breasts in his palms, running the pads of his thumbs over her nipples. "Suck my cock," he said, mumbling the order against her parted lips and pushing her lightly off his lap.

She immediately dropped to her knees, unzipping his trousers and palming him through his boxers before freeing his cock and taking it in her mouth, her tongue swirling around him. She sucked hard, moaning as his hand buried in her hair, her lips bobbing up and down before they heard a brief knock on the door. "Under the desk," he whispered, doing up his pants quickly and waiting until she was safely concealed before getting up to open the door.

"Tyler," she heard him say pleasantly. "Come in. What do you need?"

There was a creak of the door opening wider, and she heard the chair in front of the desk scrape as Tyler sat down, Klaus returning to his desk chair. The space under his desk was limited, and her face was pressed against his pelvis. She smiled against the cloth and nuzzled it with her nose. She felt his cock twitch under the fabric, and continued, feeling Klaus's muscles stiffen. He coughed above her as well, and she suspected that his breath had caught and he was playing it off.

"Excuse me," he said politely.

"I was just wondering if I could like, have some extra credit or something to make up my grade. Like an essay or something. We're going into the finals this year for football season, and I can't play if my GPA falls..."

Caroline had to restrain a giggle at Tyler's question, muffling the sounds she made by placing open-mouthed kisses against the now prominent bulge in Klaus's trousers, making him shift uncomfortably.

"Well, we can't have that can we?" he asked dryly.

"I know it's a lot to ask, but I just need to make up the last essay. I know I kinda bombed, but we can go to the finals, and this could be a huge chance for me to get scouted by colleges."

Caroline carefully maneuvered her mouth so that her teeth could slowly pull down his fly. Klaus nudged her knee lightly with his foot, clearly a warning, but she was having too much fun to care.

It took her at least thirty seconds to get the button of his slacks undone with her teeth, but she managed it before nudging his erection with her nose through his boxers and placing wet open-mouthed kisses on it through the fabric.

Klaus dropped his pencil, and she thought it was by accident until he bent down to get it and she saw the no-nonsense glare on his face. She just gave him an innocent smile before using the room he'd made by bending to the side to pull the waistband of his boxers down and take him in her mouth.

"Bring me a proposal for an essay on Gatsby and we'll talk, Tyler, all right? Please close the door behind you," he said, his voice strained.

"Sure. Thanks," Tyler said happily, the chair scraping as he got up. "Um, whose stuff is that?"

"A student was here earlier and forgot their things. I'm sure they'll be back soon. Goodbye, Mr. Lockwood."

Tyler sheepishly apologized and left, and the second she heard the door close, Klaus's fingers were tangled in her hair, yanking it rather harshly, making her moan.

He bucked into her mouth harshly, making her gag a few times before he held her head in place and pulled away, beckoning her out from under the desk. When she stood she saw how dark and predatory his eyes were, and she backed up slightly against his desk as he advanced towards her.

"No. Stay where you are."

She froze immediately.

"Undress. Completely."

She unbuttoned the front of her blouse and folded it in half, setting it on his desk along with her bra before unbuttoning her denim skirt and tugging it down her hips, no longer bothering to be self-conscious.

"Follow directions," he ordered, his eyes darting down to her heels, which he usually liked her to keep on.

She bent down and slipped them off, knowing that his eyes were glued to her ass and that her movements were giving him brief glimpses of how wet she was. Once she was completely naked she found herself pulled flush against him, his eyes dark and full of lust.

His palms ran down her sides and hips, stroking her ass and squeezing it lightly before tapping lightly on her thighs, which she obediently spread apart. "You naughty, mischievous little slut," he said quietly, pushing two fingers into her soaking heat.

She moaned, resting her forehead against his chest, knowing even before his fingers were moving inside her that it wouldn't last. As she'd expected, he pulled them out almost as soon as he'd started and trailed his wet fingers down her breasts, leaving trails of her arousal glistening on her skin.

"What possessed you to take my cock in your mouth while another was in the room?"

She somehow felt that 'I wanted to' was not going to be an appropriate answer, so she settled for the slightly less cheeky, "I wanted your cock, Mr. Mikaelson."

"Did you?"

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson, very much so."

"And so you decided to fulfill your wishes without asking permission?" he asked, his voice dangerously soft in her ear as he tweaked her nipples, making her let out a low moan.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mikaelson."

"Bend over the desk."

She did so, spreading her legs expectantly, but he laughed quietly. "No need to spread your legs for me today, naughty girl. I will not allow you to come around my cock. That would be a reward, wouldn't it? And what happens when girls are naughty?"

"They don't get to come," she answered quietly.

"Yes. You can spread your legs like the wanton fuck-hungry whore you are all you want, love. I will not indulge you. Though, I suppose if you're willing to part your thighs for me so easily I might as well take advantage of it."

He was talking as though to himself, but she knew that he was simply trying to arouse her more to make her beg.

"Spread your lips for me. I want to see how wet you are."

She did so, her face flushing with embarrassment when she realized that she was bent over his desk with her legs spread, wet and ready and wanting and he was touching himself to the sight, clearly with no intention of giving her any relief. "Do you want my cock in you Caroline?"

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson. Please."

She felt one of his fingers slowly circle around her entrance and groaned, pushing back against him, causing him to immediately draw back and slap her sharply on the ass. "Stay still."

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."

It was an exquisite torture. His finger lightly stroked her entrance but never gave her enough relief to let her orgasm build. "Beg for me," he said.

"Please fuck me, Mr. Mikaelson. I need your cock in me. I need you to fuck me and make me come. I want you so badly. Please."

She continued to beg, only pausing to breathe when she needed and moan when he would occasionally run a fingernail along her entrance, giving her a burst of pleasure. He never put his cock near her, and she heard him groaning behind her as he brought himself closer to his release.

"Where do you want me to come on you, Caroline?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

"Wherever it pleases you, Mr. Mikaelson."

"Correct. I will come wherever I please on you, do you understand? If I want to paint your body with evidence of your willingness to whore yourself to me, I will."

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."

She felt his come drip down her lower back and moaned as he withdrew his fingers. "Stay like that until it dries," he ordered, and she heard him walk by her until she was looking him in the eye as he stood on the other side of his desk.

"Tell me the truth, Caroline, did you like that?"

"Which part?" she asked, recognizing that he was asking whether she would be comfortable doing it again.

"Sucking my cock under the desk while I was speaking to someone. Having me touch myself to the sight of you with your legs spread, soaking wet for me. Getting called names. Any of it? None of it?"

"All of it," she said, feeling her face heat up. "If I hadn't been comfortable I would have used the word."

His lips quirked. "Good girl," he said affectionately.

At her look of anticipation, he laughed quietly, tugging one of her curls. "Not that good love, unfortunately for you. You will not touch yourself until I let you come again, do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."

"You may dress now, Caroline."

She let out a slight sigh of relief and pulled her shirt, bra, and skirt back on and slipping her feet back into her heels.

"Come here, love," he said before she could get her things.

She walked over and straddled him in his chair. "You had a question for me earlier."

"Oh, right," she said, shifting uncomfortably, her core still absolutely soaked and aching for his touch. "I was just wondering….Well, it's more of a comment, I guess," she rambled, glaring at him when he snorted at her characteristic student-in-class comment when called on by a teacher.

"Sorry, love," he said, grinning. "Continue."

"Um. I just wanted you to know that...Well, I'm not doing it for the grade anymore."

He studied her for a moment before smiling slightly. "I didn't think you were, but I'm glad that you've confirmed it. I never want you to feel pressured, Caroline. Do you understand?"

She nodded, returning the soft kiss he gave her, though he smirked and pulled away when she rolled her hips against him. "I'll see you tomorrow, Caroline."

She gave him a long-suffering sigh and slid off of him, making him grin. She pulled on her cardigan and picked up her backpack, prepared, but suddenly stilled. "Mr. Mikaelson, next Monday is during Christmas break."

"I'm aware."

"I'll be out of school for two weeks."

"I'm also aware of that, as it also means I get two weeks of as well."

"So…?" she trailed off.

"I'll see you when you come back."

"You want me to go two weeks without touching myself?" she asked incredulously, keeping her voice low.

He shrugged, his lips twitching. "I did tell you until I let you come."

"Please? I really am sorry," she tried, jutting out her lip.

"No. Goodbye, Caroline," he said, sounding more amused than annoyed.

She huffed. "Bye, Mr. Mikaelson."

XXX

It had been the longest five days of her life.

Or, at least, that's how it felt. It was Christmas Eve and she and her mother were alone in the house. She felt like she was about to explode, and she was this close to disobeying and hoping that he wouldn't notice if she tried to lie about it, which was saying something because he could see right through her.

She had learned that the hard way after she'd lied to his face the first time he'd ordered her not to touch herself, pun intended.

She groaned, rolling over in her bed, and was slightly thankful when her phone buzzed. Hopefully it would be something distracting enough that she could get her mind off the insistent ache between her thighs.

The text was from an unknown number, and she frowned when she opened it.

You can come.

She frowned. Come where?

I think you have the wrong number, she texted back, frowning when the number texted back almost immediately.

I'm almost certain that I don't, love.

She honestly thought about leaving it a mystery as to where he got her number and sticking her fingers in her pussy to fuck herself until she passed out, but decided that it would bother her later if she didn't ask.

Not that I'm complaining, but how did you get my number?

School directory, was his simple answer.

Thank you, Mr. Mikaelson.

Happy Christmas.

She smiled slightly. You too, Mr. Mikaelson.

Closing her eyes, she trailed a finger down her body to start rubbing her clit, her other hand already dipping into her dripping core. She could almost hear his voice in her head.

"I want to see you fingerfuck yourself, love," he'd say, his breath on her ear.

She moaned as she imagined it was his cock moving in and out of her, rubbing up against her own hand, obeying the imaginary commands that he was giving her.

Mere minutes later, she came around her fingers, panting out his name.

A/N: Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Review and let me know what you think.
Hugs!
-Angie