Chapter 3

The next day, the sixth period felt as though it would never arrive. Arya waited for hours, spending the entire morning thinking about Professor Lucas. She wondered if it was strange that she desperately wanted to see his face again, but she brushed the thought aside; she had spent the whole night touching herself while imagining him, plotting her next move in their game. By that morning, she knew exactly what she was going to do.

Today, she didn't wear a bra. In fact, she had decided there would be no bra until further notice. But she didn't stop there—she went a step further and skipped the panties entirely, opting instead for a short, flared skirt, the kind that barely covered her thighs when she stood up and revealed everything the moment she sat down.

As she walked down the hallway, the cool air graced her bare skin, making her heart race in a thrilling way. Entering the lecture hall, she prepared herself for the mid-semester test. Even though they had only had two lessons with Professor Lucas, the assessment was mandatory. Breaking her usual habit of heading to the back, Arya walked straight to the front row and sat directly in front of his elevated desk. Based on what she had in store for him, she wanted to be so close that the very first thing he saw whenever he looked up was her.

A few minutes later, Lucas walked in. He looked tired, with dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn't slept—likely because of her. He deliberately avoided her gaze as he dropped a thick stack of test papers onto his desk.

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

He walked down the aisles, handing out the papers. When he reached Arya, he dropped the sheet onto her desk without sparing her a single glance. But as he turned to walk away, she leaned slightly forward.

"Wish me luck, Prof," she whispered.

The test started. Lucas sat behind his desk and picked up a book, trying to look as though he were reading, but Arya could see his eyes moving. He wasn't focused on the pages; he was scanning the room to ensure nobody was cheating. Arya didn't even pick up her pen. She just sat there alone in her front-row seat, watching him intently.

Finally, his eyes landed on her. Seeing her blank paper and her steady gaze, he frowned and leaned forward slightly, silently mouthing the words: *Start your work.*

Arya smiled. Instead of picking up her pen, she slowly began to spread her legs, pushing them further and further apart. Because she was in the front row and his desk was slightly elevated, he had the perfect, unobstructed view.

His eyes became instantly glued to her. The moment he realized she had absolutely nothing underneath her skirt, his book hit the table with a dull thud. His eyes went wide, and he swallowed hard. He tried frantically to look away—glancing at the ceiling, looking at the students in the back, searching anywhere but at her exposed skin—but his gaze acted like a magnet, always finding its way right back to her.

Arya reached down, letting her hand slide slowly up her inner thigh until her fingers disappeared under the hem of her skirt. Keeping her gaze locked onto his face, a small smile tugged at her lips as she watched his internal struggle. Finally, her hand landed on the pulsing heat between her thighs. Her fingers slid down her wet skin, making her clit throb.

"Mmmnnn..." she breathed out in a silent moan, arching her back and pushing her hips forward.

The more she watched Lucas, the hotter the entire action became. She tucked her lower lip between her teeth, her eyes narrowing in pleasure as her fingers started circling her center. She was entirely sure he was seeing everything now, and the sheer risk of it drove her wild.

Lucas's face shifted from pale to a deep, angry red. His hand gripped the arm of his chair so tightly that his knuckles went white. Arya knew exactly what effect she was having on him; she knew he couldn't stand up to stop her without attracting the attention of the entire class. He couldn't shout, even though he looked like he wanted to. His only options were to look away—which proved impossible—or to sit there and watch her touch herself while forty other students quietly wrote their tests.

Leaning back, her eyes completely locked on his, Arya used one finger to push slowly inside herself. Her lips parted in pure pleasure. She pulled it out slowly without breaking eye contact, bringing the wet finger to her mouth for a slow, deliberate suck.

She watched the Adam's apple in his throat dance heavily.

Her fingers went back down—not just one this time, but two. She pushed both fingers deep inside herself. At this point, she didn't care about the risk or the room full of people. She wanted to continue looking at this gorgeous man, riding the wave of pleasure until she broke right in front of the entire class.