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"Did you sleep well?" Ella whispers.

You can't answer. Your throat is tight. Her foot has stopped its upward journey, now resting firmly against the fabric of your pants, right over your half-hard cock. She applies a little pressure, a slow, maddening grind.

"Such a good boy you were today," she murmurs, her voice a silken thread of pride and ownership. "So loyal. Defending my honor." She giggles, a soft, private sound meant only for you. "My little knight in... slightly-damp armor."

Her toes curl, squeezing you through the cloth. You grit your teeth, fighting the urge to shift, to moan, to do something that will draw Ms. White's attention. The lesson drags on, Ms. White's voice fading into a dull, incomprehensible hum. All you can focus on is the ghost touch under the desk, the heat of Ella's breath on your earlobe, and the dizzying scent of her perfume.

"You looked so scared earlier," she continues, her tone softening into something that almost sounds like affection. "Like a little rabbit caught in a snare. But you didn't crack. I liked that." Her nails, manicured and precise, gently scrape against the back of your neck where Abella's words had landed. "It's nice to know my puppy has teeth."

Your entire body is thrumming with nervous energy, a wire pulled taut to the breaking point. Then the pressure on your cock increases.

"Mmm," she hums, a note of satisfaction in her voice.

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