The Teacher's Obsession
“I’ve got you. Let go. Surrender to me, my sweet girl.”
The words dance around my spine, setting my skin ablaze even further. I tilt my head to the side, causing his lips to touch my cheek. "I can't," I whisper helplessly. I'm so sensitive, it feels like I'm going to die. His hand leaves my hip and settles around me, locking me in place against his chest. He supports my weight, and I instantly feel more relaxed. “You can,” he breathes, his pace never faltering. “You’re made for this. You’re made for me.” His thumb presses harder, demanding my surrender. “Now, let go.”
When he applies pressure, I listen to his order.
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