Chapter 4 4

*Dr. DAWSON *

I left my fancy clinic, which was located in one of the most expensive skyscrapers in the city. When I got in the elevator, one of my patients was already inside. She was in her 40s, but she was very attractive in bed. She was the only patient I had slept with more than three times.

Her case was different though. She wasn't a regular patient - she had only visited my clinic once before. We didn't do anything that time. But later, we happened to run into each other and realized we were neighbors. Our mansions were very close, with only one other house between them.

She told me she has a husband, and she asked me to keep our sexual affair a secret, which was fine by me. I didn't want any commitments and wasn't interested in chasing women. She knew that if she caused a fuss, I would go tell her husband everything.

She started becoming a bit clingy though. She began showing up everywhere I went and calling/texting me multiple times a day. This was starting to negatively affect our sexual relationship. So I had decided to end things with her by the weekend.

But here she was, standing in front of me in the elevator. I felt she deserved what was coming, but part of me wondered if I should give her one last round of sex for old time's sake.

Honestly, I'm only 31 years old, but I look very manly next to any woman, even a 40-year-old like Helen. I didn't get bored of her body, but I worried she might cause a scandal. She was always asking for more.

The elevator doors closed and she wrapped her arms around my neck, licking her lips seductively. I frowned and pushed her hands off me. "What now, Helen? I told you not to come here!" I said sternly.

She pushed her hands inside my shirt and said in a sensual voice, "but I've missed you. I want you to fuck me, right here."

I raised my eyebrows and rolled my eyes. "What? Here? Now? This is an elevator!"

She shrugged and stood on her tiptoes, licking the corner of my mouth slowly. With a loud moan, she said, "You taste good, daddy. I want more." She then pulled my hand between her legs, showing me she wasn't wearing any underwear.

I slapped her pussy gently. "You're a bad woman. You need punishment," I said, before leaning down and biting her lips roughly. I flipped her around and pushed her against the wall, pulling up her dress and spreading her ass cheeks wide. "Daddy will punish you now, bitch," I whispered in her ear.

She seemed to enjoy my touch, and I could feel her wet pussy dripping as it craved my dick. I couldn't blame her husband for not satisfying her - even if he fucked her daily, it would never be enough. She needed a massive dick like mine.

I continued groping and touching her roughly, until I noticed she hadn't pushed the emergency stop button. I did it myself so no one else would use this elevator. I ripped her dress and squeezed her breasts aggressively. "Bitch, I'll fuck you until your pussy bleeds. Or should I fuck your ass first?" I hissed, licking her neck.

She moaned excitedly and begged me to just fuck her however I wanted. I pushed three fingers into her pussy, moving them in and out roughly. Even though I was tired, I couldn't resist this woman.

Maybe it was because my dick was already hard from thinking about Isabella, that virgin girl I would have to deal with for the next 30 days. I couldn't get her out of my mind. Dreaming of her freshly shaved pussy, I pulled my fingers out of Helen and pushed my dick into her ass instead.

She winced in pain, but I ignored her pleas to slow down. I was too busy trying to erase Isabella from my thoughts by taking out my frustrations on Helen. I fucked her hard, pulling her hair and cursing at her.

Eventually, I turned her around and pushed into her pussy. She moaned in pleasure. I leaned down and bit her nipples as I pounded her. Her screams filled the elevator.

But when I was close to climaxing, I couldn't do it. All I could think about was Isabella. I couldn't bring myself to finish inside Helen. I just pushed her away.

She tried to get me to let her suck me off, but I had no interest. I just pushed the button for the parking lot and stormed out, telling her I never wanted to see her face again. I couldn't fall for anyone but an untouched virgin girl like Isabella. Her name even sounded pure.

As I drove away, I asked myself if I really meant that. Had I really sworn off all women except virgins? This was all so confusing, and it was all because of Isabella. I hoped she wouldn't show up again, because she was messing with my head.