A/N: Okay, so, I have been asked repeatedly to make this into a full fic. Hollandinspired has been kind enough to make a cover for this, so a full fic it shall be ;)
Enjoy!
-Angie

Caroline smoothed her skirt down over her thighs and knocked on the office door, opening it when she was bid to enter and stepping inside, closing the door softly behind her.

"Hi, Mr. Mikaelson, I was wondering if I could talk to you."

"Of course, Caroline, any time. Take a seat," he said, gesturing to the chair in front of the desk.

She shifted uncomfortably. "So, I was wondering if I could talk to you about the essay we got back today."

"The one you got a B+ on?" he asked, his lips twitching.

She nodded. "Yeah. I was wondering what I could have done to get a better grade."

"Caroline, you know that I don't just give out As. We talked about this as a class early on in the year."

"But I got an A on my first essay this semester."

"Yes, because it was very well done. You challenged yourself by picking a difficult topic, and you had a distinct writing style. This paper, though good, wasn't as good."

"What can I do to get a better grade?"

He smiled slightly. "Caroline, if you work as hard as you have so far, you can easily get an A- at the end of the semester, which is, as you know, just about the best grade that you can get in my class."

"But I don't want an A-. I want an A."

His lips twitched. "Well, we can't always have what we want, love."
She bit her lip for a moment before taking a deep breath. "What about extra credit?"

His eyes darkened for a moment before clearing as he seemed to shake himself. "If you write a proposal for a paper, we can talk about it, but–"

"Not that kind of extra credit," she said impatiently, walking slowly around his desk to stand in front of him.

"Caroline…"

She was straddling him with her lips on his before he could finish his sentence. His hands immediately cupped her ass under her skirt, his finger quickly dipping under the string to her thong while his thumbs rubbed over the sides of her thighs making her moan, and she could feel him growing hard beneath her.

She ground herself against him, her pussy already wet with arousal, and he groaned as she rolled her hips against his cock. She pulled away, her breath ghosting on his lips, her palm reaching down to rub him through his slacks. He bucked into her hand, his eyes locked to hers. "Please?" she asked, her voice a soft pant.

He froze, his eyes narrowed, apparently judging her sincerity, before he spoke. "If you walk away now, we can forget this ever happened. Otherwise, lock the door and come back."

She slid off of his lap and quickly turned the office door lock before coming back to him.

She saw a smirk stretch across his face, a look she'd never seen on him, but was undeniably hot. "Come here," he ordered, his voice suddenly sharp and unforgiving, the way he spoke to students that texted in class.

She walked to him, his voice sending a jolt of arousal straight to her center.

"Thong off. Everything else stays on."

She did as she was told, bending over to slide off the thin lace fabric, her low heels clicking on the linoleum as she stepped out of it.

He patted his lap lightly and she obligingly straddled him again. He pulled her against him, and she could feel his hard cock pressing against her now-bare core. He leaned over and bit her ear, causing her to gasp softly, shivering in his arms.

He trailed a finger between her folds. "So wet for me already, naughty girl," he said, pushing a finger into her, making her moan and roll her hips against his hand.

"Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?"

She moaned slightly at such filthy words being breathed into her ear by her teacher, and her pussy clenched.

"Yes," she panted.

His fingers abruptly stopped moving, and he raised an eyebrow. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson," she corrected herself immediately.

"What was that?"

"Yes, please, fuck me with your fingers, Mr. Mikaelson."

His fingers moved faster within her and she moaned as they curled at just the right angle to make her writhe on his lap, panting and moaning. She could feel herself approaching the edge, when he withdrew his fingers completely, making her whine softly from the loss. "Naughty girls don't get rewards, Caroline. They get on their knees."

At his significant look, she slid off of his lap to kneel between his legs, her face inches from the bulge in his slacks.

"You're going to be a good girl, and follow directions, right?"

She nodded, feeling her face flush.

"Hands and knees stay on the floor. You're going to be a good little cocksucker and let me fuck you in the mouth. Do you understand?"

She moaned quietly, rubbing her legs together to try and soothe the ache between her thighs. She shouldn't feel so turned on by this. She knew that she'd been in over her head as soon as she locked his door. She felt dirty and used and taken advantage of.

And it felt good.

"Do you understand?" he asked again, pulling his slacks and boxers down slightly to free his large, thick cock, precum already dripping from the tip.

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."

"Good girl. Open your mouth." She obediently did so, letting him rub his precum against her lips before he buried his fingers in her hair and pulled her mouth down his shaft, the tip of him hitting the back of her throat.

"Such a naughty girl, aren't you, Caroline? Willing to do whatever it takes for your grade, even if it's being on all fours with my cock in your mouth. I have high standards, you know. Who knows how many times I'll have to come down your throat to be satisfied with your performance."

He tugged her curls lightly, his eyes on hers as her face bobbed up and down as she sucked his cock.

"Such a good girl to the rest of the world, aren't you love? Top student and running all the school clubs… Perhaps I should let you be as naughty on the outside as you are on the inside, hmm?"

She moaned around his cock, her center throbbing with every word that dripped from his mouth.

"Get up," he ordered suddenly, tugging her head away from his cock. She clambered to her feet, smoothing her skirt over her legs.

"Turn around and spread your legs for me. I want to see how wet you are from sucking my cock."

She bent over, her ass in the air and her legs spread. She moaned wantonly as he immediately flipped her skirt up over her hips and buried two fingers in her pussy, pumping them a few times before withdrawing, and delivering a sharp slap to her ass.

She squeaked, flinching slightly, and felt his hardness press up against her inner thigh as he stood behind her, kneading her ass in his hands.

"Perhaps I should flip you over and come on your breasts and make you walk home with the evidence of your willingness to spread your legs for a letter grade dripping down your front."

She gasped slightly, her cheeks reddening again at the feeling of arousal welling up within her at his words.

"What, love? You don't like that idea?" he asked, and she could hear the wicked grin on his face from his tone.

She stayed silent.

"I'll give you the answer to that one, love. It's 'If it pleases you, Mr. Mikaelson.'"

"If it pleases you, Mr. Mikaelson," she repeated dutifully.

"Naughty girl, willing to do whatever it takes."
She resisted the urge to point out that she didn't really make a habit of doing anything halfway, knowing that he'd take that as an invitation.

He rubbed his cock against her sensitive folds, and she gasped slightly at the sensation.

"Do you want this?" he asked, and she could hear the underlying seriousness of his question.

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson," she said, half-breathless.

And she truly did.

He fucked her hard and fast, letting her grip the edge of his table for balance, and he slapped her ass firmly when she moaned too loudly, telling her to be quiet unless she wanted the entire school to hear her screaming his name.

He came on the flesh of her ass and flipped her skirt back down, gesturing for her to take her thong, which was still lying on the floor.

"Mr. Mikaelson, I–"

"Naughty girls don't get to come," he said quietly, anticipating her question. "But be a good girl and come back tomorrow. Same time."

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson."

She walked to the door, her legs already slightly sore from how far she'd spread them, when she paused, her hand on the doorknob. "Do I get an A, then?"

"I'm a man of my word, Caroline. If you wish, I will also write you a completely-safe-for-work college recommendation letter," he said, and she could hear the slight teasing tone in his voice.

She didn't answer, and she heard a light chuckle behind her, making her turn to frown at him.

"Just so you know," he added quietly, "You're an excellent student, Miss Forbes. Everything I say in the letter would be true, I assure you."

She nodded. "Okay. Thanks."

He nodded back, before turning back to his laptop. "Close the door behind you, please."

She blushed, already looking forward to the next day.

A/N: Thanks for reading :) The three scenes already posted (this, Nailed It, and Aced It) will be in the story, but this is a prologue. I'm making an actual plot to go with this, because I can't do no plot. It just won't work. I don't know how often this will be updated or how beta'd it will/will not be. Bear with me ;)
Hugs!
-Angie