"I understand your hesitation," you say gently, "but I promise that I will only ask what I truly believe is best for your growth as a teacher... and perhaps for our mutual pleasure." Your voice drops to a husky whisper as you squeeze her hand reassuringly. Her breath catches in her throat at the unexpected intimacy of the gesture, and she can feel herself growing wet between the legs.

"Very well," she says softly, nodding slowly. "

"My name is..." She hesitates, glancing around the room before returning her attention to you. "Lysandra." Her voice trembles slightly as she says it, revealing her true identity for the first time since entering your presence. Your touch still lingers on her hand, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. She feels exposed and vulnerable in this moment, but there's also a strange sense of safety that comes from being so close to you; as if she could trust you with anything.

"