PROFESSOR KELVIN

Mia.

The next day, 6th period felt like it would never come. I waited for hours; literally, I spent the whole morning thinking about Professor Kelvin.

Is it weird that I wanted to see his face too?

It better not be, because… I spent the whole night touching myself while imagining it was him. Also thinking of the next step to take in this game. And by this morning, I knew exactly what I was going to do.

Today, I didn't wear a bra. As a matter of fact, there would be no bra until… further notice.

But that wasn't all. I went a step further; I also didn't wear any panties.

I wore a short, flare skirt—the kind of skirt that barely covered my thighs when I stood up and revealed everything when I sat down.

I felt the cool air grace my bare skin as I walked down the hallway, and it made my heart race. In a good way, though.

As I entered the hall, it was time for the mid-semester test. We had to take the test even if we literally just had two lessons with Prof Kelvin.

I didn't go to the back today, which was unusual. I walked straight to the front row. And I sat directly in front of his high desk.

Based on what I had in store for him, I wanted to be so close that whenever he looked, the first thing he saw was me.

A few minutes later, Kelvin walked in. He looked tired, like he hadn't slept—probably because of me. He didn't look at me as he dropped a thick stack of test papers on his desk.

"Clear your desks, everyone," he commanded. “Please, no talking. No phones. And you have one hour."

He started walking down the aisles, handing out the papers. When he got to me, he dropped the paper on my desk without sparing me a glance. But as he turned to walk away, I whispered, "Wish me luck, Prof."

The test started.

Kelvin sat behind his desk. He picked up a book, trying to look like he was reading—or not—because I saw his eyes moving. He wasn't looking at the pages. He was scanning the room, making sure nobody was cheating.

I didn't pick up my pen. I just sat there, alone in my seat, right in front of him, watching him.

Finally, his eyes landed on me. He saw my blank paper and how I was just sitting there watching. He frowned, leaning forward slightly. He mouthed the words: ‘Start your work.’

I smiled, but instead of picking up my pen, I spread my legs.

Slowly.

Pushing them further away from each other.

Since I was in the front row and his desk was slightly elevated, he had the perfect view.

Don't ask me if I had done this before.

I watched his eyes get glued, my legs moving in that slow motion until they were fully apart. I saw the moment he realized I had nothing underneath.

His book hit the table with a dull thud.

His eyes went wide. I saw him swallow hard. He tried to look away—looking at the ceiling, looking at the students in the back, looking anywhere but at my exposed pussy.

But his eyes knew better; they would always find their way back. Like a magnet.

I reached down, letting my hand slide slowly up my inner thigh until my fingers disappeared under the hem of my skirt.

I kept my gaze on his face, a small smile tugging on my lips. I wanted to see every bit of his struggle.

Finally, my hand landed on the heat of my pussy.

Fuck. My clit throbbed.

My finger slid down my already wet slit, slowly moving to my mid-junction.

“Mmmnnn….” I let out a breathy, silent moan, arching my back and pushing my hips further.

I watched Kelvin. The more I watched him, the wetter I became, and the hotter the whole action became.

I tugged my lower lip between my teeth, eyes narrowed in pleasure; my fingers started circling my clit.

I was so sure he was seeing everything now. Fuck.. this was so fucking hot.

Kelvin’s face went from pale to a deep, angry red. I saw his hand gripping so hard on the arm of his chair.

I knew what effect this had on him. And I knew that he couldn't stand up and stop me without the whole class looking up.

He couldn't shout, even if he looked like he wanted to. The only option he had was to either look away, which was impossible, or to sit there and watch me touch myself while forty other students wrote their tests.

I leaned back, my eyes locked on his; I used one finger, pushing it slowly into my hole.

Ah… fuck. My lips parted in pleasure.

I pulled it out slowly, not losing his gaze. I put the finger in my mouth, giving myself one slow suck.

I saw that Adam's apple in his throat dance.

My fingers went back—not one this time; I made it two. I pushed two fingers inside. Fuck…. Ohh…

At this point, I didn't care if anyone was here. I wanted to fuck myself with my fingers while looking at this gorgeousness of a man until… I came right in front of the whole class.

My fingers started working in and out of my hole. Fuck.

I wanted to moan out; I imagined it being those big fingers ramming in and out of my hole while I screamed his title.

Fuck… I was getting close, and I knew he could see it in my eyes, the way they narrowed, clouded in pleasure.

Suddenly, Kelvin stood up. The chair scraped loudly against the floor.

Screeeech.

Every student looked up.

"Continue your work!" he barked. His voice was shaking with a rage I had never heard before.

Everyone buried their heads back in their papers.

He walked around his desk and then he came straight to me.

He stood over my desk, his massive frame towering over me.

"Gonzales," he whispered, his voice vibrating through my seat.

"My office. Now. Bring your paper."

"But Prof, the test isn't—" I tried to counter, retrieving my hand from my pussy.

"Follow me NOW!" he gritted through his teeth.

He didn't wait for me. He started walking out; I picked up my bag and my paper, and I followed, my legs feeling like jelly. My clit was still pulsating from the unfinished job.

The moment I stepped into his office, he slammed the door and locked it.

He didn't turn around immediately. He stood with his back to me, taking deep, ragged breaths.

"What is the meaning of that thing you were doing back there?” he asked.

I swallowed, a smile of achievement and pride flashed on my face. 

“I don't know what you are talking about, Prof,” I lied.

I watched him turn around, brows furrowed. I didn't know if he was still angry or if this was him about to break.

“You don't know what? That you were naked in front of the class? Touching yourself? Finger-fucking your pussy in front of the whole class? Do you know what the implications of your actions are if anyone saw that stupid thing you did back there?” he raged, dramatically illustrating with his hands as he spoke so professionally.

“I was only relieving the heat on my pussy, Prof. Besides, I wasn't finger-fucking myself for the whole class. It was...for you.” 

I watched him as he grabbed his tie, loosening it, his eyes not leaving me.

He stepped toward me, and for the first time, I felt a flicker of real fear—the good kind, though.

He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His thumb pressed hard against my bottom lip.

"You're playing a girl’s game in a man’s world, Mia," he hissed. “You don't know what I'm capable of,” he snarled.

“Show me,” I dared. “Show me what a man's world feels like inside a girl's game.”

His eyes darkened more.

Gotcha.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear, his hand sliding down to grip the back of my neck.

"You are going to regret this, Mia.”

Before I could answer, he moved—fast and swift. He grabbed my hair—although not enough to hurt, but enough to make me look up at him.

He forced me down to my knees.

"Open your fucking mouth," he commanded.

I didn't hesitate. I could feel myself soaking already. Fuck, the floor beneath me would definitely be a pool.

I looked up at him, my heart pounding hard against my chest. I watched him as he unzipped his trousers, and his cock sprang out.

Holy fuck!

Thick and heavy. Huge, much bigger than Jax’s or any of those boys that I fucked around with. With visible veins decorating the hard, pulsing dick.

"Since you have such a loud mouth in my class, let's see how well you can use it now," he hissed