Ella Sullivan is an 18-year-old high school senior with a sharp wit and a penchant for sarcasm. Her life revolves around her close-knit group of friends and the love for her dog. But her world is thrown into disarray when she encounters Ms. Catherin...
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———༺✵༻——— POV Ella ———༺✵༻———
"I'll be good," I promise, my voice barely a whisper.
Catherine smirks, clearly satisfied with my response, and slowly, she leans down, her breath warm against my skin as she brushes her lips over my ear. "We'll see about that," she whispers, her tone sending a shiver down my spine.
Then she straightens up, her gaze still locked on mine, and I know without a doubt that whatever she has planned for me tonight, I'm more than ready for it.
"Close your eyes," Catherine instructs, and I do, trusting her completely.
The sensation of the silk sliding over my skin is exquisite, the world going dark as she secures the blindfold in place. My other senses immediately heighten, and I hear every rustle of her clothing, every breath she takes. I'm acutely aware of the space she occupies, even if I can't see her.
"Now," Catherine's voice comes from somewhere above me, "let's see just how well you can behave when you're completely at my mercy."
The air thickens with anticipation as I kneel there, blindfolded and waiting for Catherine's next move. My breathing is shallow, each inhale laced with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. My senses strain to pick up on any clue as to what she might do next, but Catherine is too skilled to give anything away so easily.
For a moment, there's nothing but silence. It stretches on, making my heart pound in my chest. Then, I feel it—the gentle brush of her fingertips against my cheek, a touch so soft it's almost a ghost. It sends a shiver through me, my skin prickling with the need for more.
"Ella," she murmurs, her voice close to my ear, making me flinch in surprise. "I wonder how long you can stay perfectly still for me."
Her breath tickles my neck, and I instinctively tilt my head to the side, exposing more of my skin to her. She hums in approval, her fingers trailing down the side of my neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The anticipation is almost unbearable, and I have to fight the urge to squirm under her touch.
"I always love to see how responsive you are," Catherine continues, her voice low and silky. "How just the lightest touch can drive you crazy."
As if to prove her point, she runs a single fingertip down the length of my arm, slow and deliberate. It's almost torturous, the way she keeps the touch so light, teasing me with what I can't have. My whole body tenses, muscles coiled tight as I struggle to maintain my composure.
"Do you like this, Ella?" she asks, her tone playful but with that same undercurrent of command that makes my knees weak.
"Yes," I breathe, the word escaping before I can stop it.
She chuckles softly, the sound warm and filled with satisfaction. "Good. Because this is only the beginning."
Her fingers leave my skin, and I immediately miss the contact, yearning for it even as I know she's about to turn the tables on me. The blindfold makes everything more intense, my other senses overcompensating as I try to anticipate her next move.
