A/N: Thank you for the feedback on this story! I hope you enjoy this chapter.
This is fantasy, don't try this at home. I mean school. Whatever. ;)
Enjoy!
-Angie

When she arrived home, she found a package on the steps addressed to her. There wasn't a return address, but she would recognize the handwriting anywhere.

She practically rushed to her room to open the box, letting her backpack fall near her closet. She lifted the lid to see a piece of cardstock with his loopy handwriting on it.

Wear these tomorrow.

She frowned, unwrapping the tissue paper to find an incredibly delicate bra and a matching pair of panties piled together over a dress. She checked and they were all her size. Realizing that he must have checked the tags on her clothes at some point, she smiled slightly.

She ran her fingers over the necklace he'd given her. Was this a relationship? Or was it merely sexual? Did he even feel anything for her? Was she imagining things?

She bit her lip and took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. Whatever the relationship meant (or didn't mean) emotionally, the sex was fantastic, and that was enough to keep her going.

For now.

She decided that she'd try them on later, and walked down to check the fridge, realizing that her mother had forgotten to go grocery shopping. Again.

She sighed, grabbing her keys and wallet (her mom would pay her back) and heading out to drive to the store. Once she'd finished her shopping, she was walking out to the car, bags in hand, when she heard a familiar British accent. She subtly turned and saw him being hugged by a beautiful brunette with large looping curls.

"Katerina," he greeted, giving the woman a dimpled smile.

"Klaus."

The woman had a heavy accent, and she pulled back from the hug, kissing him quickly on both cheeks before giving him another squeeze.

He seemed to notice her over the woman's shoulder and gave Caroline a minute shake of the head, mouthing 'later'.

She glared at him before turning and flouncing off towards her car.

He had a girlfriend? Or something?

Asshole.

"You aren't wearing them," he said when she entered, closing and locking the door behind her.

"Of course I'm not. I saw you—"

"With my brother's wife. They are visiting from Bulgaria," he said dryly.

"Oh," she said quietly.

"You thought that I was seeing someone?" he asked quietly.

"Well..."

"Do you really think so low of me?"

"The rules only said that I wasn't supposed to have an outside relationship; it didn't say anything about you," she defended herself.

He sighed. "I suppose not. Well, now you know."

She frowned, cocking her head to the side. "I know what?"

He smiled. "You will be the only one unless you decide to end this."

"This?"

"What do you want to call it?" he asked, his voice curious.

"An arrangement...?" she half-asked.

"That's a rather dirty word for it. It makes it sound like you're some sort of kept woman."

She snorted. "Kept woman? And, if the shoe fits—"

"No, Sweetheart," he interrupted her firmly. "It doesn't fit."

She flushed.

"Come here."

She bit her lip and walked over to straddle his lap, and he moved his hands to her hips over her dress, making circles over the fabric with his thumbs.

He reached up to finger the pendant still hanging around her neck. "You are the only one," he repeated. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."

He smiled, before he let it melt into a smirk. "In any case, you didn't do as you were told. Pull up your dress," he ordered, his voice abruptly shifting in tone.

She did so, and he slipped his finger under the thin string of her thong. "You broke the rules," he said quietly, pushing her off of him and towards the desk. "Take them off and bend over."

She did so, slipping the scrap of fabric to the floor and gripping the edge of the desk.

"Fifteen. Thank me for each correction. If you count incorrectly or do not thank me, we'll add two."

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."

The first surprised her as usual, and she flinched in surprise. "One. Thank you for correcting me."

She sucked in a sharp breath as the second hit, feeling a tug of arousal in her lower belly. "Thank you for correcting me."

She panted through the next thirteen, rubbing her thighs together by the end, and moaned when she felt his finger trail up her slit. "You're so wet for me."

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson," she said, her voice hitching as he let his fingertip circle her entrance.

"Normally I would punish you even more for your insolence. You know that, right?'

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."

"I won't today," he said quietly, stroking the soft and sore skin of her ass, making her flinch before she relaxed into his touch.

She bit her lip. "Thank you, Mr. Mikaelson."

"You're welcome, Sweetheart."

His finger continued to circle her entrance before he slipped it inside her, making her hold back a strangled moan. He hooked his fingers slightly to stroke her walls and she clenched around him, letting out soft panting breaths. "You're such a good girl for me right now, Sweetheart. I love the way you look bent over my desk with your skirt flipped up and your arse in the air, red from my hand."

She moaned at the way he said the words, his fingers still pushing in and out of her, picking up speed. She clenched around him, rocking her hips against his fingers. "That's right. Fuck yourself with my fingers. I want to see how desperate you are to find your release."

Her breaths were harsh and short as she rocked against his fingers, and she felt her body grow taut as she rapidly approached her peak. She whined as his hands withdrew when she had just approached the edge.

"Be a good girl and get on your knees for me." She scrambled to obey, sitting carefully on her heels so that she didn't touch her sore skin. He unzipped his slacks and freed his erection. "Suck."

She took him in her mouth, moaning around him as one hand tangled in her hair, the other bracing himself on the desktop. She shifted slightly, trying to relieve the ache between her thighs, and she saw him smirk as she looked up at him through her eyelashes.

"Such a good slut on your knees for me with your juices dripping down your thighs while you suck my cock."

She moaned around him again, massaging his balls with one hand while the other wrapped around the base of him as she took him further into her mouth. He groaned, bucking into her mouth and making her gag. "Take more. Good girl. I love watching your lips wrap around me."

She gagged around him as his hips gave a particularly harsh jerk, making him groan, his head lolling back as he fisted her hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to tug rather pleasurably, sending jolts of arousal to her core.

"Suck harder," he ordered, his voice husky. "I want to feel you swallow around me."

He groaned as she did just that, tugging her hair lightly. "Such a good girl…I want you to touch yourself while I fuck your mouth, Sweetheart. Can you do that for me?"

She took her hands away immediately, spreading her legs a bit more and sitting up to rub her clit with one hand, the other already pushing deep into her pussy in time with her mouth bobbing up and down on his cock. "Such a good little whore. You can't resist pleasuring yourself while you suck my cock, can you? You're so desperate for relief."

She moaned around him, running her tongue along the underside of him before sucking hard twice, her cheeks hollowing (she'd learned that he liked that), making him groan.

"I'm going to come, Sweetheart," he warned, his voice rough, and he held her head in place as he fucked her mouth. "Swallow it all."

He came in her mouth while she fucked herself with her fingers, spilling down her throat as he groaned her name. She pulled back, licking her lips, and he grinned at her as he fastened his pants. "I want to watch you make yourself come," he said, grabbing his chair and settling into it.

She nodded, her hands moving faster to work between her legs, rubbing her clit roughly while she ground her hips against her palm, moaning, her hair spilling behind her. She came hard around her fingers soon enough and thanked him for letting her come before straddling him again.

"You're such a good girl," he mumbled against her lips as he kissed her.

"I'm sorry for making assumptions, Mr. Mikaelson," she sighed, tipping her head to the side so that he could kiss her neck.

"I'll bet you are."

"I really am."

"What else are you sorry for, Sweetheart?"

"Not wearing the gifts you gave me."

"Correct. You did not do as you were told. Wear them tomorrow."

She bit her lip and nodded, kissing him again before pulling back, frowning.

"You told me not to wear anything under dresses. Will you punish me for wearing the panties?"

"I will never punish you for following direct instructions, Sweetheart," he said warmly against her skin, continuing to drop light kisses against her neck.

"Thank you, Mr. Mikaelson."

He hummed against her skin, pulling back to gently kiss her again before speaking. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said, gently pushing her off of him.

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson. Thank you."

"My pleasure," he said, giving her a wicked smile, making her blush. "Close the door behind you please, Sweetheart."

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."

A/N: Thanks for reading! We're in the home stretch now. There are three more chapters after this. Please review and let me know what you think!
Hugs!
-Angie