Boundaries-Personal Narrative

“Good girl. You listened well.” She assumed it was the Teacher speaking.
“Who are you?” she asked in a husky voice, dry from the heavy breathing.
“All in its time Samantha; tonight is just an introduction. I want to learn who you are, inside, Samantha. I want to teach you your desires.” He said this as his fingers trailed lightly up her arm, from wrist to shoulder, igniting a thrilling, electric spark in their path.
“I know what my desires are,” she protested.
“No, Samantha, those are not true desires, they are passing fancies. The desires I will teach you run deeper and are a part of you that you do not even know, yet.” As he said this his fingers were massaging her scalp.
She leaned into his touch. It was hypnotic. His fingers worked their magic down her neck, shoulders and toward her collar bone.
He continued his physical assault, teasing her with just the tips of his fingers. He never made any sexual contact, keeping only to her head, neck, shoulders, and arms, but somehow he forced her to crave his touch in others places; more private places. But it didn’t make sense because she had never allowed a man to touch her who she didn’t know first. But this man left her wanting more than he was giving and a big part of her was scared of that.
“Are you ready for dinner, Samantha?” He asked her in a whisper near her ear, his breath blowing softly against her nap sending shocks down to her toes.
“Yes, I am,” she answered him.
He wrapped his warm fingers around her wrist and helped her out of the chair and guided her out of the room to where their dinner