A/N: Announcement: I will be incredibly busy for the rest of the week for a variety of reasons (including final exams), so this and my other stories probably won't see an update for a week or two. I hope this tides you over. :)
Don't fuck your teachers.
Enjoy!
-Angie

She grabbed her book from her locker and stuffed her math book in, knowing she wouldn't have time after English to pick it up. Slinging the backpack over her shoulder, she walked to class, fingering her necklace absentmindedly. She took her usual seat next to Bonnie in the front row, opening her notebook, and looking up at the board where he was writing the multiple choice answer key to their homework. "Check your homework. I hope you all read the short story I assigned over the weekend, because we're going to talk about it, and I do expect everyone, and I really do mean everyone to participate at least once."

His eyes slid over the students, pausing on Caroline for a moment before continuing to sweep through the class as they all bent over their grammar exercises.

Caroline followed suit, looking up every now and then to the answer key to check, and her eyes caught his when she looked up. She flushed slightly, making him smirk, and she knew that the fleur de lis was dangling down out of her shirt as she bent over her book.

She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and bit her lip. She was generally fine when she was in class with him. They'd share a heated gaze every now and then, but nothing noticeable. However, there was something about having the necklace—collar, she reminded herself—dangling just between her breasts where everyone could see it (and not know the reason she wore it) that sent a jolt of arousal to her center.

She let her eyes subtly flick up again to see that his were sweeping around the room, but often stopped at her, his dark eyes focusing on the shining pendant hanging from her neck. She shifted in her seat, suddenly feeling uncomfortably warm, and she saw him smirk slightly at the effect he was having on her before turning to the board to erase the answers and write the homework in the top corner of the board.

Another stab of arousal hit her center, and she knew that she was getting wet. She shifted, very conscious of the fact that it was Monday and she was therefore wearing nothing to cover herself under her dress, wishing that she could recross her legs without flashing—well, actually, the only person she'd be flashing would be him…

Suppressing a mischievous grin from taking over her face, she shifted in her seat slightly so that her dress was hitched up her thighs just a bit, and determinedly read the homework off the board, recording it in her planner.

She saw him turn out of the corner of her eye and waited until his eyes flicked over her again before uncrossing her legs at the ankle and recrossing them at the thigh, taking just a bit too long to make sure he got a good glimpse of how wet she was, and smirked as she saw his eyes darken, his tongue darting out to lick his lips before he focused back on the class at large.

He started talking about the short story they'd read, writing thematic elements with corresponding symbolic passages and details on the board.

"Can anyone tell me about the symbolism of a white elephant in the story?"

Caroline raised her hand, purposefully fiddling with her necklace with her other hand as she did so.

"Caroline?"

"Well, since they never directly state the subject of their conversation, I think that the woman is talking about the 'elephant in the room', Mr. Mikaelson," she said, subtly rubbing her thighs together and purposefully adding his name at the end of the sentence with the same intonation as she did when she was answering his questions in his office.

"Good point, Caroline," he said, writing the metaphor on the board, his hand slightly shaky, and staying behind his desk instead of returning to the front of it as he normally did.

She waited until he was turned around to look at the room again and then recrossed her legs again, this time pausing just a bit longer.

He flicked his gaze over to her, a heated warning in his eyes, but she just gave him an innocent smile, rubbing the fleur de lis pendant between her fingers.

They continued the discussion, and he eventually moved back in front of his desk until just a few minutes before class ended when Caroline raised her hand. "Are you going to give us the essays back today, Mr. Mikaelson?"

The class at large groaned at her complete disregard of the unwritten 'don't ask about turning in or getting back homework' rule, therefore not noticing his cock twitch in his pants.

She did, though.

"Yes," he said, giving her a warning look completely clashing with his warm tone.

She ignored that, too. "Thank you, Mr. Mikaelson."

"Teacher's pet," Bonnie mumbled at her as they gathered their books to head to the last class of the day.

Of all the things that had been said during the class, that was the one that made Caroline blush.

XXX

She was pushed up against the door almost as soon as she entered his office later that day, his hands moving under the hem of her dress to cup her ass tightly. "Little tease," he muttered as he bit her ear, his fingers already brushing her folds.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mikaelson."

He hummed derisively, but pulled back, walking back to his desk chair and sitting down. She followed him and pulled the skirt of her dress around her hips to straddle him, grinding her wet pussy against the bulge in his trousers. His palms caressed her ass and lower back before moving to unzip her dress, pulling it over her head and throwing it to the floor. He unhooked her bra and let it fall as well before latching his lips on to one of her nipples, flicking it with his tongue before tugging lightly on it with his teeth. She moaned, arching her back, her hands resting on his shoulders. He moved to pleasure her other nipple, one of his hands moving to rub her clit as he did so, his other hand resting on her lower back to support her body.

She moaned as he took her lips again, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, and she heard the swish and clink of his belt being undone and his pants and boxers being shoved down. She wrapped a hand around his hard cock, stroking him firmly, and he groaned into her mouth before pulling away, his eyes dark and lustful.

"I want you to ride me, Sweetheart," he muttered against her ear as he moved to lick it. "I want to see you bounce on my cock and rub your clit while you writhe on top of me. I want you to gasp out my name as you come around me."

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson," she immediately agreed, pressing her thighs against the armrests of the chair so that she could lift herself up slightly on her knees, and once he'd positioned himself correctly she sank down on to him, both of them moaning as he was sheathed in her tight, wet heat.

She rolled her hips, encouraging him to move.

"So desperate, Sweetheart…"

"Please, Mr. Mikaelson."

"You want me badly, don't you?"

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson," she gasped out before moaning as he moved slightly, hitting a sensitive spot in her.

"What are you willing to do to come?"

"Whatever pleases you, Mr. Mikaelson."

His lips quirked. "Slut," he whispered, pinching her ass.

She whimpered, her hips rocking against him in spite of herself.

"You're such a good whore, willing to spread your legs for me whenever I wish, Sweetheart. I love how you beg for me, and how desperate you are for my cock inside you."

She nodded along with his words, moaning again as he kissed her neck, still not moving besides the slow, languid thrusts of his hips.

"I am yours, Mr. Mikaelson. I'll do whatever pleases you," she said quietly, not knowing what his reaction to her words would be.

This was the first time she'd seen him since he gifted her the collar, and she wanted to see how far he'd take it. She wasn't disappointed when he bit her neck, fingering the small pendant. "That's right, Sweetheart. You're mine to do with as I wish. My little slut."

She clenched around him, her hips rolling faster. He sped up the thrusts of his hips as well, his palms cupping her hips as he pulled her down on his cock with every thrust, filling her completely. She panted out pleas for him to go faster and fuck her harder, and she felt him smile against her neck.

"So desperate for me, today, weren't you? You practically spread your legs for me in the middle of a crowded room. You were soaking wet and almost begging for me to take you. Such a good whore for me, aren't you? Tell me how much you want to come."

"Please, Mr. Mikaelson. Please, I need..." she gasped as his hips moved faster, making her bounce on his lap, her breasts moving up and down as he filled her.

She tensed, her fingernails digging into his shoulders, and he groaned, pressing her ass forward so that the angle was changed slightly, hitting her perfectly with every thrust.

"Be quiet, Sweetheart," he breathed as her voice got too loud. "We don't want others to know how you whore yourself to me in the afternoons, do we?"

"No, Mr. Mikaelson," she whimpered as she clenched around him. He bit her bottom lip harshly and she came around him. He gripped her hips as she rode out her high, continuing to pull her down on his cock until he came inside her.

He pushed her off of him gently until she was kneeling. "Lick me clean," he ordered.

She did so quickly and efficiently, her tongue lapping at her juices covering his cock, and he groaned, his hand buried in her hair. When she was done, he tugged her up to sit on his lap again, refastening his trousers and belt.

"Don't do that in class again. It was fine once, but I need to concentrate on teaching, and you need to concentrate on your studies. Do you understand, Sweetheart?"

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson," she said obediently, dropping a kiss on his lips.

He grinned against her lips, his hands squeezing her hips lightly. "Off you go, Sweetheart. It's almost four. Remember though, you're coming here tomorrow as well."

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."

A/N: Hope you enjoyed that. Are we okay with more plot? How was the tension? Did we like the smut? Leave me a review to tell me what you thought.
Hugs!
-Angie