Watch Me
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There's a small red tick.
It's huge, from him anyway, and I stare at the paper in confusion. That wasn't the response I wanted at all. I wanted to rile him up, annoy him, make him laugh, smile, something.
I don't want to be satisfactory, I want to drive him crazy.
Something twists in my belly, a yearning to get something from him, some kind of reaction that surpasses his usual behaviour. I want him to look at me differently, to see me differently.
I need to step up my game.
I need to be bolder, wilder.
I need to be reckless and rebellious.
I'm going to touch myself in front of him.
A sudden thrill goes through me, my heart racing. I've thought about doing it a hundred times, imagined it with my hand between my legs when I've woken up, dreaming about him.
Can I really do this? What will he do?
Nervousness bubbles in my gut. He couldn't expel me, it's too late for that, and if he's angry, at least it's a reaction.
I close my eyes for a second, debating whether or not I can actually do this. A shiver goes down my spine and my fingers tingle as I spread my legs open under the desk, lifting my skirt up so I'm exposed.
My outfit today is sweet looking on the surface, a white strappy cropped little vest that doesn't show any cleavage, and a purple wrap skirt – but I'm not wearing a bra, the top is a little see through and the skirt is the shortest one I've worn to date.
My eyes open, checking that no one is looking back at me, but they're not. They probably couldn't see anyway, the only one who can truly see under my desk is Mr. Cullen.
My body bursts into flames as his green eyes suddenly flick lower than our heads, an ache forming in the pit of my stomach when I realize he's looking between my legs.
I've been wearing nice underwear everyday since I started this, and today it's a blue thong, with lace running up the sides.
I wonder if he likes it.
He looks up again and when our eyes meet, a hum goes through my body, electrifying my skin and making my nipples tighten to hard peaks.
His green eyes drop to my chest and I stick it out a little in response, wondering if he can see the darker colour of my nipples through the material.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip as he looks away.
It's not that hot in here, but I feel a bead of sweat run down the back of my neck anyway, and my cheeks are probably flushed with arousal.
He continues the lesson, not looking back at me and my fingers twitch, indecision making me shiver.
I've shown him my panties before, even if he hasn't looked, but this is a whole other ball game.
My heart pounds in my chest, a liquid fire spreading across my skin, scorching me. My breaths become laboured, my lower stomach coiling tight.
Can I do this?
I stare at his pouty mouth and strong jaw and suddenly I don't feel even a tiny bit of unease, I just do what feels natural, letting my hand go between my legs, resting it on my damp underwear.
I close my eyes and shiver as my pussy throbs. God, I needed this. I want him so badly.
Mr. Cullen's voice deepens all of a sudden and I open my eyes and find his fixed between my legs, a glint in that enticing green, that I've never seen before. He looks away sharply, his voice going back to normal, and I bite my lip, letting my fingers rub against my heated center nice and gently.
I have to be quiet and still.
No one will know, except me and him.
I hold back a shiver, my mouth parting as pleasure starts to build in the pit of my stomach. It feels so naughty, doing this in front of him, in a class full of people, even doing it over my underwear like this. It's a tease, for me and for Mr. Cullen.
The material under my fingertips is soaked, and I bet he can see the darker patch of my arousal.
His eyes lower again, and I swear they get darker, his long fingers around the book he's holding, going white.
Mr. Cullen puts the book down and rests his elbows on the desk, clasping his fingers together tightly as he continues talking. I'm not listening to him, but the sound of his low voice is sending tingles down my spine, flooding my panties with more arousal. His eyes stay fixed between legs and I watch his Adam's Apple bob, his jaw tightening every time he pauses for breath.
I've never been this wet in my life. The plan was to just tease him with this, but I'm so close, I don't think I can stop. Just knowing he's watching me is making this the most arousing experience of my entire life. My mouth falls open and my head tilts back a bit as I move my fingers nice and slow over myself, making sure no one can hear me. I'm keeping myself perfectly still, not even letting my body shake, though it desperately wants to.
I bite down on my bottom lip, arching my back a little as I stare at his full lips. I want to lick them, to taste them. His tongue suddenly swipes out across the bottom one, pink and glistening, leaving a wet shimmer behind.
My mouth opens wide, my eyes wide too. I'm going to come, right in front of him. My heartbeat is thundering, and I can hear a dull roar in my ears from holding my breath.
Mr. Cullen's voice falters suddenly and my eyes meet his. The sight of that vivid green, sends me toppling over the edge and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to keep still and quiet as waves of pleasure tear through me.
I remove my hand, but leave my legs open, too embarrassed to open my eyes, but not enough that I want to hide what he's done to me. I can feel the slickness between my legs, and I want him to see it. Want him to see what he does to me, how much I want him.
I'm vaguely aware he's talking again but my heart is beating so fast it feels like it's about to explode out of my chest, and I'm struggling to control my breathing, my lungs burning from the act of not letting myself pant.
When I finally open my eyes, I instantly meet his, and this time, there's no mistaking they're darker, hooded over, that emerald-green tinged black.
He looks away, but throughout the lesson, his eyes keep coming back to me, sometimes meeting mine, sometimes staring between my legs, a hot ache building there from his stare. He doesn't linger but he's looking, his eyes dark, jaw tight.
It's working.
He wants me.
When I leave, I pause at his desk, biting my lip as I stare at him. "Great class Mr. Cullen," I lower my voice, "I thoroughly enjoyed it."
He ignores me, but his lips twitch the tiniest bit, and the sight stuns me so much, I almost walk into the door on my way out.
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