A/N: Hey everyone. Thanks for all the reviews, follows, and favorites! Short-ish chapter today, but hopefully the next one will be longer. I'm already a bit into it, but this reached a good cut-off point.
As always, this contains a consensual D/s relationship. Don't fuck your teachers. Etc.
Enjoy!
-Angie

"Come in."

Caroline walked in and closed the door behind her, locking it securely, and dropping her things on the floor next to it. "Hi, Mr. Mikaelson."

"Hello, love," he said, giving her a dimpled smile and closing his laptop, storing it in his desk drawer.

She straddled him in his chair as usual, smiling into the soft kiss he gave her, his palms stroking her thighs under her dress. "How was your New Year?"

"It was good," she said, grinning cheerfully. "Yours?"

He shrugged. "Normal."

"Did you spend it with your family?"

A shadow of a frown passed over his face. "That's a rather personal question, love."

She resisted the urge to point out that if fucking her in his office twice a week wasn't personal, she didn't know what was, instead opting for an apology. "Sorry, Mr. Mikaelson."

"It's all right. Yes, I spent it with my siblings."

She opened her mouth to ask another question, but he interrupted her, his voice gentle and slightly amused. "That's all you're getting for today, Sweetheart."

He called her 'love' all the time, and he did it to pretty much everyone who was female, from what she'd noticed, but she'd never heard him call anyone 'Sweetheart'.

She liked that.

"All right," she said rather sheepishly, tucking her hair behind her ears before returning her hands to his shoulders and kissing him.

He pulled away, his nose rubbing against her cheek. "Did you get it over break?"

She nodded. He'd asked her to get an IUD to prevent pregnancy, and she knew that he was looking forward to seeing his come drip down her inner thighs from her pussy.

He stroked her hips with his thumbs, and she could feel him hard beneath her, straining against his slacks.

He tugged her dress over her head and then unclasped her bra, throwing them to the side, leaving her in just her heels. He let his lips brush along her neck and collarbone, cupping her breasts in his hands and running his thumbs over her nipples, making her throw her head back and moan. He took one of her nipples between his teeth and tugged lightly, flicking his tongue over it.

She let out a soft sigh and he smiled against her soft skin, moving his hand to the small of her back while the other tugged and caressed the nipple that his mouth wasn't giving attention to. He pushed her slightly closer to him and kissed back up her chest to her neck and up her jaw to her ear. "Do you touch yourself at night, Sweetheart?"

"Yes," she breathed, a bit confused.

He pushed her off his lap and walked past her to the desk, gathering his papers and laptop and putting them in desk drawers. "What are you doing?" she asked curiously.

He ignored her, continuing to move his things until his desk was completely clear. "Come here and lie down," he said, gesturing to the desk.

She walked over and pushed herself up obediently, sitting on the edge before lying down on her back. "I want you to touch yourself the way you do when I'm not there and make yourself come while I watch. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."

She let her hands trail down her torso, one tugging at her nipple and the other moving down to circle her clit, making her eyelids flutter as she pleasured herself. "Look at me," he ordered.

She turned to look at him in his office chair, his eyes dark with a large bulge in his trousers, and let out a shaky breath, her core aching just from the way he was looking at her. She spread her legs wider so that she could circle her opening with her index finger and pushed two fingers into her wet center, moaning and arching her back to try to get them deeper, her eyes closing. "Look at me," he ordered again.

"Sorry, Mr. Mikaelson," she gasped out, turning to him, letting her lips part slightly.

He had freed his erection and was stroking himself slowly as he watched her, and she blushed, making him smirk slightly. "Fingerfuck yourself, Sweetheart. I want to see you grinding against your hand for me."

She moaned, moving the hand that had been cupping her breast to her clit, rubbing it while she fucked herself with her fingers. He stroked himself faster, his eyes glued to her hands working between her legs, and she felt the coil in her lower belly tighten in anticipation for her orgasm. "You look so tempting, laid out on my desk for me, Sweetheart. So beautiful. I love how flushed your face is for me while you pleasure yourself. Fuck yourself faster."

She did so, her fingers plunging into her core at a quick pace, making her eyes shut as she moaned, lifting her hips to meet her fingers.

"Look at me," he ordered again.

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson," she panted, immediately opening her eyes to watch him stroking himself, his other hand now cupping his balls.

She moaned softly at the way he looked at her, like she was his next meal and he couldn't wait to indulge himself. "Make yourself come for me."

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."

She thrust her fingers into herself faster, feeling her orgasm build quickly, and let her legs spread wide, her knees off the desk to the sides. "Does that feel good?"

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."

"Are you going to come for me, Sweetheart?"

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson," she said, her voice strained and breathless. "I'm so close."

It was only a few more seconds until she came around her fingers, moaning and panting his name, her eyes still on him stroking his thick hard cock.

He stood up and walked to her, grabbing her ankles and pulling her until her legs were completely off the desk, resisting the urge to close her legs as he gazed at her flushed skin and her soaking wet pussy on display for him.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, his hand already stroking her folds, making her moan.

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson. Please."

He smirked. "Good girl, so eager to please me."

He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in slowly, filling her completely. She gasped his name, spreading her legs more. "Legs in the air. I want to see you spread wide for me, Sweetheart. Good girl."

She felt so sexy spread open for him on his desk completely with him looming over her, his eyes darkened with lust, lips slightly parted. She gasped when he started to move, his cock slamming into her quickly, making her writhe underneath him, moaning his name loudly. He smirked as he gripped her hips, fucking her harder, and she felt another orgasm building rapidly as he fucked her. "Are you going to come again for me?"

She nodded furiously, panting out a long string of pleading for him to go faster and harder, and he grinned.

"You want me to fuck you faster?"

"Please, Mr. Mikaelson."

"You love it when I fuck you, don't you, Caroline? You love spreading your legs for me and begging me to use you as I please."

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."

"You like being mine, don't you? You absolutely ache for my cock in you whenever you see me, don't you? You can't wait to come here after school and let me take you on my desk. You sit in my class soaking wet for me, rubbing your thighs together."

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."

"You're so fucking gorgeous draped over my desk with your legs spread begging me to fuck you. You're so eager to please me. Such a good little slut for me."

She clenched around him at his words, moaning at his words. He grinned.

"And you like it when I tell you what you are, don't you. You lie there soaking when from my cock begging for me to fuck your pretty pussy, spread open completely, you desperate slut."

"Please, Mr. Mikaelson. I want to come, please."

"Do you want to come all over my cock? Do you want me to come in you? To walk around with evidence of how you spread your slutty legs wide for me?"

"Yes, please."

"Tell me what you are."

"I'm your desperate slut," she gasped out immediately, feeling herself clench around him as she uttered the filthy words.

He moved faster, the sound of skin against skin filling his office as she writhed underneath him. She quickly reached her peak, clenching around his cock, and he followed her, his come filling her before he withdrew, tucking himself away and stroking her thigh again before helping her up from the desk and kissing her softly. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thank you, Mr. Mikaelson."

"You're welcome, Sweetheart."

She pulled on her dress and grabbed her things, shooting him a small smile over her shoulder before leaving, clenching her thighs together to try to prevent his come dripping between her legs.

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! Please leave a review and tell me what you thought :D
Hugs!
-Angie