A/N: Thank you so much for all the reviews! I so much appreciate the support you guys are giving this story. :)
Thank you to livingdeadblondegirl for her suggestion about this chapter. ;)
As always, consensual D/s themes. Don't fuck your teachers. Use protection. Stay in school. Etc.
Enjoy!
-Angie

"Hey, Caroline!"

Caroline turned around slowly, adjusting her backpack on her shoulder as she went, to face Tyler Lockwood, whose hand had been poised to tap her on the shoulder. "Hey, Ty. What's up?"

"Do you want to go to The Grill for dinner with me tomorrow?"

Just as Tyler spoke, Klaus walked out of the Teacher's Lounge right near them, stiffening when he heard Tyler's words.

"Um. No thanks, Tyler," Caroline said, wishing the floor would just swallow her.

"What about Friday?"

"I'm busy, Tyler. Sorry."

"Are you sure?"

"Is there a problem here, Caroline?" Klaus asked, walking up next to them, his sharp eyes scanning between both of them.

"No, Mr. Mikaelson," Caroline said, giving him a huge smile, before turning to Tyler. "Thanks for asking Tyler."

As she walked away, she heard Klaus's comment to Tyler behind her.

"It's all right, mate. Plenty more fish in the sea."

"You know, you didn't have to say no if you didn't want to," he said immediately after she'd locked the door later that day.

She rolled her eyes. "If I'd wanted to I would have said yes."

"Really now?" he asked in dangerously low tone, making her core clench.

"Yes. You said I could end this at anytime, but I don't want to end it," she said, phrasing her words carefully. "I like this. Doing this with you, I mean. I don't want it to end."

She inwardly winced as soon as the last words came out of her mouth, hoping that she didn't sound too clingy.

He gave her an assessing look before nodding once and opening one of his desk drawers. "Take a seat," he said, gesturing not to his lap but to the chair across the desk from him.

She frowned but complied, sitting down and crossing her legs at the ankle, folding her hands in her lap and looking at him expectantly.

"After I overheard your conversation with Tyler today, I realized that the terms of our agreement haven't really been explicitly stated. I've given you some of my expectations, but not all of them, and I'd like to fix that."

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."

A shadow of a smile briefly crossed his face before he apparently finally found what he was reaching for and put a lined piece of paper in front of her, a list written on it in his neat calligraphy-esque handwriting. "Read through it and tell me if you agree to it. If you have a problem with anything, or any questions, now would be the time to say so."

She nodded, glancing down to read.

Come directly after school on Mondays and Thursdays.

Skirts or dresses only.

No undergarments of any kind that cover you.

High heels only. No boots or wedges.

Unless indicated otherwise, lock the door and come to me when you arrive.

If you are ever uncomfortable or want to stop for any reason, say "pomegranate," and we'll stop.

If you are unsure of something, ask.

Absolutely no sexual relations of any kind are to be made with anyone but myself.

Always wear your collar.

"Collar?" she asked, her eyes widening slightly.

"Not a dog collar, Sweetheart," he hastened to reassure her, "And only if you agree. Here," he reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a thin cardboard box, pushing it to her.

She gave him a confused look, but opened it. "It's beautiful."

He sent her a dimpled smile and nodded. "That is symbolic of you being mine. Should you choose to accept it, you will never take it off."

"Never?"

"Unless you end our arrangement."

She took a quick mental pause to process that he implied that he had no intention of ending their...relationship...thing, before carefully fingering the necklace. It was a thin gold chain with a small fleur de lis pendant. It really was beautiful.

She put it back in the box and stood up. He frowned slightly, but she turned around, lifting her hair. "Put it on, please?"

He heard the scrape of his chair against the floor and the small rustle as he took it out of the box, and she smiled at the cool metal against her skin when he fastened it around her neck before reaching around to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. "Good girl," he breathed into her ear, and she became very aware of his hard cock pressed against her ass.

His lips brushed her earlobe and she gasped quietly, feeling her walls clench as he pinched her nipples through the cloth. "Mine," he breathed into her ear, and she let out a soft moan.

He tugged her dress over her head and tossed it to the floor before running his hands down her front, his fingertips brushing down the creamy skin of her abdomen to her pussy, still nibbling her ear as he nudged her thighs apart with his hand and rubbed her clit. "Mine," he said again, and she leaned her head back against his shoulder.

He pulled away, squeezing her lightly on the hips as he did so, and gestured to his desk. "Sit, Sweetheart."

She did, settling herself on the edge of the surface while he rolled his office chair so that he was sitting between her legs. He stroked her inner thighs lazily, smirking as she spread them further to give him better access.

"That's right. Spread your legs for me," he murmured, running a finger down her center, making her moan. "Such a good girl, agreeing to be mine. To belong to me."

She shivered as he pushed a finger into her, and she gasped as he began to slowly stroke her inner walls. "Do you know what happens to good girls, Sweetheart?"

"They get rewarded," she said quietly, fighting the impish smile threatening to take over her face.

In lieu of an answer, he bent down to kiss her inner thigh, and her eyes widened. "Has anyone ever done this for you?"

She shook her head, feeling her face heat, and his eyes widened briefly in surprise before he smiled at her. "Grab the edge of the desk," he said simply, waiting until she did so before leaving a trail of hot open-mouthed kisses up her inner thigh to her core, his tongue flicking briefly over her clit as he slowly fucked her with his fingers.

It was mind-blowing.

Her thighs spread farther apart as she tried to resist burying her fingers in his hair and pressing his face to her pussy, knowing that if she did he might stop (and she really didn't want him to stop). His tongue circled her clit once before he withdrew his fingers and licked lightly at her entrance before spreading her with his fingers and thrusting his tongue into her core, lapping at her inner walls, the filthiest sounds coming out of her mouth as she writhed underneath the ministrations of his mouth.

"Please don't stop," she gasped out as she felt his tongue slow down before blushing as she felt him smile against her folds, his tongue darting out to give her pussy a long, flat lick to her clit before his fingers replaced his mouth, thrusting into her. He began to swirl his tongue around her clit again, and she grit her teeth to keep from screaming as she felt the telltale coil in her belly of her impending release. His lips pressed lightly on her clit just as he hooked his fingers to find her g-spot and she came undone on his fingers and mouth, her harsh breaths filling the room.

He placed a few soft kisses on her inner thigh as she came down from her high, pulling his fingers out of her and bringing them to his mouth, making eye contact with her as he sucked her juices off.

She knew that her lips were slightly parted and her face was flushed, and her body was still quivering. He caught her lips in his, scraping her bottom lip with his teeth, devouring her, and she let out a tiny gasp as he grabbed her hand and pulled it down to rest on the bulge in his trousers.

"On your knees."

She slid off the desk and dropped to the floor, her hands immediately working on the fastenings of his pants, freeing his hard cock from the confines of the fabric. She stroked him a few times with her hand before giving him a long hard lick from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the head. He groaned, his fingers looping into her hair, and she wrapped her lips around him, sliding them down his shaft and sucking hard, looking up at him through her eyelashes to see his dark eyes and mussed hair, lips still glistening with her come.

"You are so fucking beautiful like that, Sweetheart. I love watching you on your knees while you take my cock in your mouth. Do you know how difficult it will be to not get hard just at the sight of you walking into the classroom wearing your collar? It will be a reminder that you belong to me."

She groaned around him, the vibration of her mouth against his cock making him moan and tug her hair lightly. "Good girl. Suck harder."

She did so, taking him as far in as possible, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked him, her head bobbing up and down his length. He groaned as she flicked her tongue around the head of his cock, his grip on her hair tightening. "I'm going to come, Sweetheart."

She moaned around him, wrapping her hand around the bottom of his shaft, following the movements of her mouth. He spilled into her mouth soon after, and smiled lazily at her as she licked his come off of her lips, standing up. He pulled her to him so that she was straddling him on his office chair again, and kissed her softly on the lips. "You are so lovely."

She smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Mikaelson."

He laughed, caressing her lower back and hips with his palms and kissing her again. "Damn right you are," he mumbled against her lips. "You're going to come here next Tuesday after school."

"Okay," she said slowly. "Why?"

He gave her a slightly pitying look before cupping her ass to move her up slightly so that her core rubbed pleasurably against his rapidly hardening cock. "It's Valentine's Day. I have plans for you. You'll come."

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson," she said agreeably.

He smiled, kissing her again. "Such a good girl. My good girl."

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it, and I'll only know for sure if you leave me a review with feedback (constructive feedback is important! It makes me get better). See you next update. ;)
Hugs!
-Angie