Hello lovelies! So... I hope this fulfills your needs a little bit more! It's definitely kinky this time. I'd love to hear your feedback and yeah! Enjoy~
TRIGGER WARNING-spanking and slight restraint use

Sat in my final class of the day I began to daydream about the upcoming night. I was too excited. I felt myself becoming impatient with the mono-toned lecturer talking about some spell that we had to learn, but I just couldn't concentrate. As my mind begins to wander to the darkest and dirtiest places of my mind, I get rudely interrupted by a mysterious looking, emerald haired boy who seemed to be so bored out of his brains that he just simply couldn't resist jumping out of his chair and briskly walking out of the class. Even though the whole class turned to watch his dramatic little parting scene, the professor didn't even take notice of him, continuing to blab on about the dangers of using black magic. It seemed no one cared about this topic because we already knew the dangers. I mean, if we didn't, we wouldn't even be here.

Come onnnnn, 10 minutes left? I swear this class has been going for days… when will my suffering end? I thought to myself whilst doodling a little chibi sailor moon, which I was pretty impressed with because for once it didn't look like it was drawn by a 5 year old!

"Alright, class dismissed." The professor blatantly stated and the whole class frantically ran out the door.

I checked my watch. Oh no! I'm gonna be late! Oh my god… this is the end. This is how I die. I planned out in my head who would get the remnants of my belongings and prepared myself for satan himself when I arrived late for my date with Klaus.

I began jogging to my dorm first of all because I needed to get fresh. I mean, not that I need to look perfect for him but… he's just… so perfect! I don't want to let him down with my loose frizzy hair and smudged eyeliner. And my breath probably smells like strawberry cake. Hey, don't judge me! You don't know what it's like here, all the food they offer has icky things in them like mushrooms and spicy peppers!
… Plus I'm wearing grandma undies… not that he'd be seeing them at all… b-but it's always good to come prepared, right?

As I finish putting my watermelon lip tint on, I look at my watch again. I thought if I'm gonna be late, I would have to have a good reason or else… hold on… or else what? Heh, he'll punish me? … Suddenly S&M by Rihanna starts playing in my head. I shook my head, trying to physically clear it of those thoughts right now. Ok. I really need to go now, he might actually be really disappointed in me, and I'd hate to feel like I've disappointed someone, especially someone like him.

I run out the door and head to the famous royal museum. I liked museums. I liked looking at things. And I really liked looking at Klaus. I knew why he was taking me here. He claims we're going together because "I need to learn more since my brain is so empty". He thinks he can fool me with that excuse heh, it's cute.

I arrive at the gates. A little breathless, I look around and I can't see a tall blonde man anywhere. Great. He tricked me. I came all this way so he could hold it against me and make fun of me. Feeling stupid and defeated, I collapsed to the marble stairs and started tearing up. Obviously he doesn't actually like me or care… how could he just use me like that?! I feel my cheeks get hot with anger but it goes away after I bring myself back to reality. Maybe he's just late? No he's never late… Maybe he forgot? Probably not…

*BUZZ BUZZ*

I feel something next to my thigh vibrate. I reach around and look into my bag. Oh yeah, I have a phone… hah, I completely forgot. I unlocked it and saw 3 unread messages. All from himself. Jeez… why didn't I think of my phone before? I opened the messages one by one, each of them asking where I was and if I was coming. Ah, the latest one stated that he was disappointed in me. Oh no. I feel my stomach well up. I was going to burst into tears any second. This was like my worst nightmare. How could I be so foolish? Now he's never going to talk to me again. He'll never teach me again. HE'LL NEVER FUFILL MY FANTASIES!

I calmed myself down a little somehow and thought that I should head home since it would likely get dark soon.

Suddenly I heard a strong roar from behind me. I curiously turned around and saw him standing at the doorway into the museum. He stood strong and tall with a deep furrowed brow. His arms were crossed like a disappointed teacher at a student who failed their test.

"Get over here." He said with an authoritative voice.

I slowly and cautiously walked over with my head dropped and eyes looking down. I knew I was in trouble.

"I-I'm really sor-" I started.

"Don't give me excuses. You were late. Over half an hour late." He said with a sour face.

I didn't know what to say, anything I said would've probably just made it worse. He looked at me up and down and rested his eyes on my face.

"Well, we might as well go in, we only have an hour and a half now so we will have to hurry."

He walked in the museum without waiting for me, letting the doors close behind him. I hurriedly chased after him, not wanting to slow him down. I felt so horrible and guilty, like I'd just killing someone.

Without my acknowledgement tears started forming in my eyes. Oh no, don't let him see me cry! Crying in front of someone is the most embarrassing thing ever! I feel a drop come down my cheek and feel my face getting red.

"This is the first spell book that has been found that is known to man. It is considered priceless and supposedly has never been touched by human hands." He points to a large clear case with a dirty and rotting journal. Without looking at me or waiting for any response he travels to the next case. I follow behind him, trying to hold back the tears. I give a little sniffle, noticing, he turns around to look at me.

His face completely changed from angrily focused to pale and emotionless. I tried to turn my face the other way and looked at something made of wood. I couldn't see clearly with the unescapable tears.

He quickly came over to me and grabbed my face to move it in his direction. I felt his eyes scrape every inch of my face, taking in my pink nose, glossy eyes and stained cheeks.

His face, formed an expression I had never seen before. It looked like pity. But, he still had his normal eyes, piercingly purple, which mocked me.

Without warning he attached himself onto me. His mouth on mine. I'd never felt this kind of kiss before, it was more passionate than the previous times. It didn't feel like he wanted it at all. It felt like he needed it. My eyes still open wide and crying, I try to escape from his grasp on me, but the more I try, the harder his grasp on me gets. One of his hands on my chin and his other holding my head like I was the only thing he needed in this moment. My confusion was overwhelming me. I couldn't escape and I couldn't figure out what was happening. I thought he hated me? Maybe he's just really sexually frustrated… but I doubt it. He could probably get any girl he pleased.

He released only his mouth from mine, his body is now pressed up on me, while against the wine stained walls of the empty museum.

"I apologise. I was perhaps a bit harsh." He says with his smiling mouth while looking directly in my eyes, now dry from pure shock.

I couldn't think, all I knew was that I was confused and now wanting more of his touch.

He suddenly brought his mouth to my ear "but I'm going to have to punish you for what you've done" he whispers in a husky voice.

My heart starts racing as he quickly grabs me from behind and makes me hold him around his neck with my legs wrapped around his body. His hands firmly grasp my… behind. He starts kissing me again and my breathing becomes heavy and out of rhythm. I feel his mouth smile as he feels my breath against him. God this man can kiss. And his hands, wait… where are they going? I start to panic and break our kiss.

"Klaus…?! We're in public! Someone could see you!" I warn him with a desperate voice.

"You're right. Someone could see me." He says and lets me go. Feeling so flustered I brush my hair with my hands and tighten my pig tails. I give him a quick flash of my worried eyes as he watches me. He then suddenly takes off his shiny black tie with quick precision. My face is full of question as I look at his eyes cautiously.

His mouth curled up into a smirk and his eyes looking evil, he forcefully turns my whole body around with his hands and takes my arms and ties my wrists together at my back.

"Klaus… w-w-what are you doing?" I feel his hands leave my body and I hear his footsteps leave me. Too afraid to look behind me, I call out "Klaus? Where are you? I'm scared, why have you tied my hands behind me?" I couldn't think of a logical reason why he did this. The only thing I could think of was he was going to somehow arrest me? But I don't remember doing anything illegal here!?

I hear a click and then his footsteps come back to me. What was the click? A phone closing? Did he call the police? I don't wanna go to jail! I'm innocent!

I'm still facing the wall and I can hear him come up behind me. "Look at me." He says with a deeper than normal voice. I turn to see that nothing had changed. "Klaus could you please just untie me and can we get out of here? I don't want anyone to catch you!" I say desperately. I feel more scared now than confused. I can never predict what will happen with this guy. I feel really uncomfortable with my arms tightly fastened behind me.

Without a reply to my plead, he gently puts his hand on my back and gives a little push to move forward. Why isn't he talking… this is making it even more scary… and kind of exciting. He points to the large wall with a window that takes up most of the wall space.

It has a beautiful view of the trees surrounding the school. It hasn't gotten dark yet and there are students and regulars walking around freely and leisurely. I wish the sakura would bloom all year… but it was only autumn, the trees looked like they were dying.

He came over to me when I reached the window. Why did he want me here? Was he trying to prove something? My heart was still racing and I was still a little aroused from a few minutes ago.

He stood over me, his smile gone and his eyes looked serious again. "Turn around. NOW." He says with a firm masculine voice and now angry looking eyes. I was so intimidated and scared, I did what he said out of instinct.

He pressed himself into me with great force, making me feel his heat. He slowly wrapped his left hand around my neck and started to squeeze it while his other hand started groping my breasts over my uniform.

I let out a moan of surprise and pleasure. "Klaus? What're you doing s-sto-" His grasp on my neck tightened, and I couldn't finish my sentence. Not feeling content with feeling up a bra, he took the front of my shirt a ripped it open to reveal a baby pink and white lace coloured bra. How did he even do that? That takes me like 5 minutes to put on with all the dumb little buttons. My throat being squeezed so tight, it's hard to breathe and I start gasping. He takes the pressure off and with both his hands pulls my bra down to reveal my bare breasts. His grasp is so tight and he gropes them with immaculate force and pressure, occasionally squeezing the nipples, which made me moan. He brings his mouth to my neck and kisses it. He then starts biting a little and I can feel the hickeys forming. How was I gonna explain this to Amelia? I can feel something hard hitting my back. He makes breathy noises in my ear and I shudder. "You're mine now" He whispers.

I then feel his hands move down from my front moving downwards. He's not gonna do this here right?! He moves my small body easily to make me more accessible to his hands and starts rubbing against my matching underwear with his large fingers. My face is pressed against the window and my legs instinctively close against his hand.

"Open your legs." He says but I can't. I'm way too nervous. This kind of thing hasn't happened to me before… "Klaus…" I breath "I can't… we can't! Not here, I'm embarrassed. There could be people watching!" I said turning my head around enough to see his face. He had a terribly sadistic look on his face and smacked my behind really hard. I let out a scream. He brings his lips to my ear and whispers "Shhhh, be quiet now, you'd be expelled from the school if anyone found us. We wouldn't want anyone to hear you right…?"

I shake my head and close my lips. I'm getting so worked up. This is crazy. He's crazy! But… I think I might like crazy…

He takes his fingers and starts rubbing me more intensely. I keep my moans quiet and small, while he breaths into my ear. He then lifts my skirt up to grab my panties to yank them off. He lets them fall to my ankles and starts to finger me. His fingers were so cold and foreign. I couldn't keep my moans in anymore and just let them out. I hear him give a little chuckle to himself.

"You're definitely a virgin, so cute." He says to me condescendingly. I can't even think in the presence. My mind is filled with sex and fantasies. I moan and press my breasts against the cold window glass, feeling nothing other than pleasure, but I hope to myself and pray to every deity that I know of that no one is watching me at this moment. He speeds up the intensity and it almost gets to be too much, but he retreats suddenly and stops. Huh? Things were going so well! Why stop now! I frown and furrow my brows and fully turn to face him.

"This wouldn't be punishment if it felt too good, now would it?" He says and grabs my hips to move me towards him. I am burning deep inside with need for him. Our mouths meet again with a newfound passion and excitement, I give much more now and he looked like he was having a hard time keeping up. I desperately want to run my hands through his warm honey coloured hair and touch his exposed chest, but my arms are still tied behind me.

He stopped and looked into my eyes for a moment with a devilish smile.

"Now, will you be a good girl and do as I say?" He says as he pets my head and holds me close. I mean… how could I say no to you? "Of course Professor- oops! I mean Klaus! Of course Klaus…" I say a little embarrassed for calling him professor. I need to learn to differentiate between work and play.

"No… call me Professor. Now get on your knees, I have a new lesson to teach you."