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Y/n POV.
With scarlet red lips and dark lashes, I walk into her office in heeled ankle boots, black lace trim tights suspended to lace underwear and a matching black bralette all of which is covered with a tight black dress.
Is this appropriate for class, absolutely not but nobody will know about my secret under my clothes except for Ms. Maximoff, of course. After all I did wear it for her.
I knock on her office door proudly, strutting my way inside once she gestures for me to come in.
I lean my back against the door using my body to cover the glass window on the upper portion of the door, shielding her reaction form the students and faculty just outside.
"Pretty dress." She complements, her eyes fall back to her paperwork. I bite my lip releasing it slowly "Oh that's no the best part." By the time her eyes look back up at me my dress is hitched up to my waist revealing the lace ensemble underneath.
Her eyes widen as she takes in the site before her, her breath catching in her throat, my scandalous image clearly catching her off guard. She averts her eyes away from me "Oh you know you want to look Ms. Maximoff." A say in a hushed tone.
By the time her eyes come back to me the dress is pulled back down to an appropriate level. She gives me a serious glare "Y/n don't tease me." She states with authority.
"I'm sorry Ms. Maximoff, am I turning you on?" I tease, my voice dropping an octave or so and judging by the look on Wanda's face she found it noticeably sensual.
My eyes darken some, taking in the image of the flustered teacher sat at her desk, running her hands through her hair as she attempts to compose herself. "Turning me on, no. Annoying me, yes." She quips, but I sense the lies in her words.
"Look at you all flustered... good luck trying to teach with that image plastered in your head." She looks taken back by yet another confident remark from myself.
All of a sudden, her mood changes as a smirk paints her face gracefully as if an idea had just come to light in her head.
She rummages through her bag pulling something small out, small enough that I can't see what it is.
It's not until she makes her way over to me with that same smirk, that I get intrigued and a little nervous.
Her hands hitch up my skirt, her hand slips into my underwear placing that same small object into the pocket like fabric lining my underwear.
She quickly pulls my skirt back down. "Good luck trying to concentrate now." She challenges. Judging by her presence she's proud of what she just did but I my self am left rather confused after the interaction.
I head out her office with out another word, going straight to the lecture hall given that both Ms. Maximoff and I were talking longer than planned we were both late to the class.
obviously, I walk in first, given that I left first, I look around and see my usual preferred seat taken and the only ones left being the ones in the middle of the front row.
Still these seats are raises up a level or so making me seated higher than Ms. Maximoff who stands at a podium with a microphone in the centre of the room.
I keep my legs open slightly giving her a view of the lace garments underneath, all the while the rest of my class sit making notes like good students.
I watch blush creep its way up her cheeks which she attempts to conceal by turning her face.
When her face turns back to the class she continues teaching, she reaches in her pocket and as if on instant I feel a light buzzing in my underwear against my clit.
My body jumps ever so slightly at the suddenness of the sensation.
I give her a 'what the fuck' look and she chuckles to herself lightly, covering her act of humour with a cough.
Tell me this bitch didn't put a vibrator in my underwear...
The muscles in my stomach clench as the vibration becomes stronger.
No, she definitely put a vibrator in my underwear.
Still, I show no mercy keeping my legs slightly apart just to tease her more. I know it's driving her crazy, I know her so well and I know what she likes so as much as she's annoyed at my risqué behaviour, I know she loves it.
The only real reason she's annoyed is the fact she hates that she loves it, and she hates that we're in class, in a university where she can't take any action or scold my lack of proper etiquette.
Until now, using a small but powerful device in my underwear to get her way. She'll keep this up until I can't take it and I have to shut my legs to make her turn it off before I orgasm in front of the entire class.
Except with all our sneaking around I've gotten pretty good at hiding the pleasure burning with me.
Legs slightly a jar, poker face on, nobody will know a thing.
The vibration increase in intensity yet again, she flicks through the slides on the power point teaching as if she had no clue the torture she was putting me through.
I can hold out longer that her, only because I'm stubborn I'll lie and I'll bluff until I find a way to make her cave but my body cannot lie the same way I can.
My muscles continue to contact and relax as the speed increases yet again to an unbearable pace. By this point it's become nearly impossible to keep writing notes.
My pen latched between my teeth helping me bite back my moans. My heart races, pounding aggressively in my chest I find it almost impossible to look at her, worried that one last glance would force me to climax right there and then.
My phone screen lights up.
Text messages-
W. (Wanda)- close your legs and I'll stop.
Y/n- I swear to God turn it off right now, I'm gonna kill you.
W. (Wanda)- Then close your legs.
The rest of my class have their eyes locked on their notes, writing down extra information ready for their assignment. I turn my head round making sure nobody was paying attention, then turned my body back to face Wanda mouthing 'stop.' At her, she sakes her head.
I swear I'll kill her in a minute.
I look down at my screen dropping the brightness to the lowest level before sending Wanda a picture that I had taken earlier of the underwear I had on.
My action only causing her to turn up the intensity one last time.
One of my hands grips the pen clenched in my jaw and the other gipping the little table in front of me as an orgasm burns through my body.
I bite down harder, almost breaking the plastic as I hold back my moans.
There's no doubt about everyone else is clueless but the whitening of my knuckles and the slight quiver of my legs Wanda knew exactly what was happening.
Relentless with her punishment she continues to keep the vibrator going against my sensitive clit.
Pain and pleasure, anger and lust mixing together, intoxicating me as I struggle to keep myself together. This was fun to being with but now as I practically squirm in my seat, I'm so ready to give in to her.
The smug look on her face and her impish behaviour driving my anger levels sky high.
How much more of this can I handle?
A/N- I guess the real question is how much more of this can you handle?
