CHAPTER FOUR

Arielle's POV

I sat up.

“You'll assume the role of a patient and I'll be the doctor."

"Sounds interesting." I smiled. "What illnesses can you treat?"

"You'll find out. Soon." His eyes stayed on mine. "Let's not rush things."

I nodded.

"Good." He strode to the table and picked up a pen and paper.

"Tell me your name."

"Arielle Hunt."

He moved the pen across the paper as if he was writing, his expression serious, playing the part completely. Something about that made my stomach flip.

"Now." He looked up. "Listen to the doctor and follow every instruction carefully."

I nodded again. He set the pen and paper down and looked at me in a way that made the air in the room feel thicker.

"Take off your clothes."

His voice was low and breathy. I stared at him for a moment, my heart picking up speed.

"Tell me to stop if you don't want to do this."

I didn't tell him to stop. I stood up and pulled off my top. My nipples pointed straight toward him. I wasn't wearing a bra anyway. Then I took off my shorts and slid my panties down. His eyes trailed hungrily from my tits down to my pussy. Very slowly like he was taking inventory of something that belonged to him.

"Beautiful." His voice dropped lower. "Now turn around so the doctor can assess you."

I spun around slowly.

"Get on the counter and spread your legs for me."

I climbed up and spread them wide, revealing my already dripping pussy. He stepped closer and pressed his thumb against my clit without any warning.

"Wet already?" he growled.

My breathing spiked. He started rubbing slow circles into my clit with his thumb, his hands were big and warm, like he already knew exactly what he was doing to me. I bit my lower lip and braced my hands on the counter, his fingers slippery and relentless against my pussy.

"Ahhh…yes, Victor." I moaned slowly.

He slid a finger into my mouth. I bit it.

"I'm your doctor, remember?"

"Yes, doctor," I breathed.

He kept rubbing, slow and fluid, the pressure started building. My thighs were trembling. I was about to orgasm when he stopped.

Just stopped.

I made a sound I wasn't proud of. He was already undoing his belt, watching me with that unreadable expression like stopping was the easiest thing he'd ever done.

"Can you take it in your mouth for two minutes?"

"Mm-hmm." I nodded, still catching my breath.

He pulled his pants down and I took his hard dick in my mouth, my tongue circling slowly around the tip, then dragging down his whole length. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and groaned deeply like he hadn't meant to make that sound. 

I worked my tongue against him, teasing, pulling back just before he got comfortable, until his grip on my hair tightened and he started fucking my mouth with slow, controlled thrusts.

His jaw was tight. His breathing had changed completely.

He pulled me up off the counter and onto the table, lifted my legs onto his shoulders and slapped his large veiny dick against my pussy, rubbing it up and down slowly before he slipped inside.

Then he slammed into me.

Once.Twice. Finding the angle. Then he hit my G-spot and I actually saw stars. White and sharp behind my eyes  and I moaned so loudly I didn't recognise my own voice. My eyes rolled back. He pressed his thumb onto my clit while he moved and the combination of both was almost too much.

"You like this?"

"Yes, doctor." My voice came out wrecked.

"Good girl." He slammed faster and deeper, and my body started moving with his rhythm without me deciding to, my hips rolling up to meet each thrust. My boobs bounced with every slam and he watched them like he approved. Then he leaned in close, still moving inside me, and slid his tongue into my mouth,kissing me like we had all the time in the world while his dick told a completely different story.

His mouth dragged down to my neck. He nibbled my earlobe and I shivered. Then his tongue ran down the side of my neck and he bit me. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make every nerve in my body wake up at once.

I hadn't been bitten before. David had never once… I cut the thought off. David wasn't this skilled. David had never even come close to this.

"Don't cum inside, please." I moaned. My nails were already scratching down his back without me realising it.

He groaned and slipped out, cumming in hot streaks across my face.

We were both breathing hard. The room was silent except for that. I sat there on the edge of the table, chest heaving, his cum on my face.

He reached past me for a towel from the rack and held it out without a word.

I took it and wiped my face slowly. Neither of us said anything.

He pulled his pants back up and walked to the window, putting his back to me. His shoulders were tense again. That same closed-off stillness he'd had the day I knocked on his door. Like whatever just happened was already being filed away somewhere he didn't intend to revisit.

I slid off the table and picked my clothes up off the floor.

The champagne was still sitting on the counter, one glass left. I looked at it. Then at the back of his head.

My phone lit up on the couch.

I already knew who it was before I crossed the room and looked down at the screen.

David.

I stared at it until it stopped ringing. Then I set it face down and stood there. My neck still tingling where Victor's teeth had been.