Billionaire's Love Trap

*Dr. Ace Dawson Pov*

It was a regular day in my life, working with typical patients. Nothing interesting was happening. When I was ready to leave, I called my assistant nurse over. "Come here for a moment," I said.

She knocked politely and entered. "Yes, Dr. ."

Without looking at her, I started packing my papers. "Is there anyone else here?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yes, sir. Two people: Mrs. Selena and a new patient."

Feeling annoyed and exhausted, as it was late and I hadn't taken a break since early morning, I sighed and said, "Okay, let her in."

Selena, a patient of mine with strong sexual desires, entered the room without permission, as she often did. I sat in my chair and motioned for her to sit down. But it was clear she didn't come for a regular checkup. Her flushed cheeks gave away her intentions. She looked incredibly horny.

I raised my head, watching her closely. "Not here," I said firmly. "Not now. I've told you before that I don't sleep with the same woman more than once."

She pouted and moved provocatively on my lap. "But I want you so much," she huskily replied. "Please, just one more time. I'm not feeling well." She pleaded, hoping to turn me on, but she was mistaken. No woman could arouse me. I was in control of my own desires.

I gently pushed her away and said, "Go to the bed. I hope you're genuinely unwell and not just here for sex, because I won't engage in that with you. Understood?" I raised an eyebrow, warning her.

With a wide smile, she nodded and hurriedly went to the examination bed, removing all her clothes. She behaved like a sexually eager person craving intense penetration, seeking rough sex to calm her desires. I smirked arrogantly at her actions towards my body.

I approached and sat between her legs on the chair. She was naked, except for her G-string. I moved aside the string with my finger and lightly touched her private area.

Stepping back, I chuckled teasingly. "Alright, there's nothing wrong. You just need a real man to fulfill your needs."

She cleared her throat, raising her eyebrows. "What?" she gasped. "You're not going to continue?"

I shook my head. "No. There's no need. I'll write you a prescription..." I was about to continue, but she grabbed my arm to stop me and grabbed hold of my penis.

"I need you, please," she whispered, licking my earlobe.

I pushed her down, making her kneel. I unzipped my pants and motioned for her to proceed. She pulled out my penis from my underwear and began to give me oral pleasure with her tongue. I took control of her head by gripping her hair and started thrusting.

"Touch yourself for me," I commanded her in a husky voice. Many people enjoy being commanded and dominated by a strong man. Every woman has her own submissive side.

I pulled her up and flipped her onto the bed, positioning her with her buttocks raised. I touched her anus. "I'm going to have anal sex with you because I don't repeat penetration in the same way. Are you ready for that?" I whispered in her ear, warming her neck with my breath while pinching her nipples.

She nodded and moaned, "Yes, please, fuck me."

I moved my fingers to her wet vagina, thrusting a few times. Then I grabbed some lubricant and applied it to her anus. Fortunately, I didn't need to stretch it much. It was evident she had experienced this before and desired the sensation of my large penis inside her backside.

Yes, she couldn't get enough of me, just like any of my other patients. It wasn't because of my 10-inch or wide size; it was the way I pleased them that made them return. To truly satisfy a woman and be in control, a man must understand her weaknesses and desires, both physically and emotionally. And I was that kind of man.

I didn't spend much time preparing her. She was already wet and eager, and her loud moans could have scared away other patients. Thankfully, I was tired and wanted to finish quickly. I still had another patient waiting, a new one. I always treated my new patients with respect. I wasn't going to risk my reputation as the best gynecologist for a quick sexual encounter. No way.

I inserted the tip of my penis into her, causing her to cry out in pain. After waiting a few seconds, I pushed it in further. She was already filled with me, but... this wasn't how I played the game. If she decided to seduce me and initiate this, I would end it the way I wanted: rough and intense until the end.

She made sounds as I put my whole penis inside. I started to thrust in deep, but slowly. "Oh, please, give me more," she begged while licking her lips. I gently bit her ear, which was a sensitive spot for her, and thrust deeper while squeezing her butt.

"Do you like it?" I asked, moving my tongue down her back, making her arch it.

She panted. "Yes, I do. Please..."

I thrust harder and rougher. I tapped her butt once. "Do you like this?" I asked.

She nodded. I tapped her butt again. "Say, 'Yes, daddy.'" I squeezed her nipples roughly.

She screamed. "Daddy, please give me more."

I grabbed a toy penis from the desk and put it in her vagina, making her jump. "Oh my God...please..." She begged, but I didn't listen. I never force any of them. I knew she wanted more and was ready to give it to her.

"Come for me. Come for daddy. Now!" I thrust my penis in her anus while pushing the toy in her vagina at the same time.

"I'm coming," she screamed, but before she could, I pulled out and had her drink all of my semen. I couldn't have any stains on my clothes yet. I still had one more patient waiting.

She swallowed all of my semen and licked her lips seductively. She came closer to kiss me, but I turned my head away. "No kisses, no love. Get dressed and leave. I'm still working." I spoke sternly, and she left quickly, feeling upset. But I didn't care. I have never cared for her or any other patient.

I fixed my clothes and called my assistant nurse to let the last patient come in.

**Isabella POV:**

I was waiting in the gynecologist's clinic, but the noises coming from inside the doctor's room scared me to death. The woman who had just gone in was wearing a short red dress, which seemed inappropriate for a doctor's office. She looked like she belonged in a fancy restaurant.

Suddenly, I heard loud moans coming from the room. I was shocked and couldn't move. I wanted to cancel my appointment, reschedule it, or just forget about it altogether.

As I hesitated, time flew by. I couldn't believe half an hour had passed. Maybe my body was reacting to the sounds of pleasure. I don't know. I'm not experienced in these kinds of situations.

The nurse called my name: "Miss Isabella?" She looked at me with a confused expression.

Startled, I raised my head and said, "Yes, that's me."

She chuckled. "I know, Miss Isabella. There's no one else here except for you." The nurse seemed nice, even though she was middle-aged. I wondered if she was bothered by the sounds of sex coming from the room. Maybe she was into it or had an arrangement with the doctor. I had heard rumors about him being a womanizer.

I thought about leaving, but I knew I wouldn't be able to go through with my plan if I did. I told myself I had to face my fears. I knew I could do it.

But then I remembered the saying, "Who plays with fire always gets burnt."

The nurse called me again. "Miss Isabella, the doctor is waiting for you. Please come in." She sounded stern, and her smile was fake. I was obviously the last patient, and I was making them wait.

She opened the door to the doctor's room and closed it behind me as she returned to her desk. I flinched a bit. The doctor was facing away from me, doing something. Without looking at me, he said, "Please have a seat, Mrs. Isabella." His voice was sexy. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and I could see the muscles under the sleeves of his robe.

I didn't move an inch or say a word. Instead, I turned to leave. I hadn't even known what to wear to a gynecologist's appointment. I was wearing a black shirt and skinny blue jeans. My long black hair was braided, but it still reached my waist. I didn't even know what a gynecologist was. Was he going to put his fingers up my butt? I had no idea. I had never been to a gynecologist before. I was a shy girl.

The doctor turned around in confusion as I turned the doorknob to leave. "Mrs. Isabella," he asked, "where are you going?"

I cleared my throat and slowly turned to face him. I wanted to see the face of the man who broke women's hearts. But when I looked at him, my tongue got tied up. I couldn't speak. He was so handsome and gorgeous. His beauty was breathtaking. His wide green eyes and long black hair made me dizzy. He had thick eyelashes. His tan skin was a color that would make any girl fall at his feet and do whatever he commanded.

What the hell am I thinking? I thought. He's the enemy! Don't fall for him. You're here to take revenge and make him beg for mercy.

I was checking him out, but he was checking me out too. He was staring at me with eyes full of desire and confusion.

"Mrs. Isabella," he said, "please have a seat." He spoke slowly, like a whisper or a gentle bird's song.

I shook my head with a grin and said, "No. I think I'll come back another day."

He crossed his arms over his chest and stepped closer to me. My hand was still on the doorknob.

"Why?" he asked, raising his eyebrows in curiosity.

I blurted out, "I'm Ms., not Mrs., by the way." I don't know why I said that. What was I thinking? Even now, I don't know.

He stepped closer, leaving just a couple of inches between us. His eyes widened. "You still haven't answered me," he said. "Why are you leaving?"

I shrugged. "I can't do this. Thanks for your time. I'm sorry to have wasted it."

I turned to leave, but I felt his strong grip around my wrist, stopping me. I shivered from the contact. He looked at me and said, "Please, come in."

My heart raced. My body felt cold on the outside, but inside, it was burning hot. Something was controlling me, and I was losing my ability to control my body.

I pulled my hand away from his grip and walked confidently to the chair. I sat down and said, "Be gentle. I'm a virgin."

*Dr. Dawson *

After I finished helping Selena, my patient who was feeling sexually aroused, I washed my hands and asked Selena to leave. She may have left feeling sad, but at least I made sure she felt relaxed and satisfied. It was a quick appointment compared to what I usually do for women. Normally, I spend more than an hour, but this time I wanted to be fast because there was another patient waiting and I was tired and wanted to go home.

I adjusted myself and called my assistant to bring in the last client. However, something strange happened when she entered. This had never happened to me before.

At first, I didn't look at her right away because I was finishing my work on the computer, writing a report and adding the daily statistics. I am a successful gynecologist and I care a lot about my reputation as a doctor. Some people call me a womanizer, but because of my work, I am not held accountable for my actions. Women come from far away to have their check-ups with me, not only because they desire me, but also because I am highly skilled in my field.

I have been featured in newspapers and magazines for my successful research. I have a master's degree in gynecology, and my final papers focused on the vagina. I am like a famous actor, and even actresses come to me for their check-ups. All of my patients are very wealthy because they have to pay $500 for each session. I am one of the highest-paid doctors in the world and earn more than other gynecologists.

I didn't hear a single word from my new patient when she walked in, which made me stop what I was doing and turn around to see what was happening. It seemed like she was leaving.

I couldn't see her face, but her back and legs were enough for me to see how attractive she looked. She had long black hair braided and hanging past her waistline. Her rounded buttocks looked perfect, like a ripe peach. Her small waist made me feel attracted to her, but I stopped myself and asked her where she was going. I wanted her to sit down so I could see her face and examine her vagina. I knew she wanted me to see it too, otherwise why would she pay $500 for the visit?

I wondered why she was leaving. Maybe she was angry because I didn't pay attention to her at first. I looked busy, taking care of the documents in front of me, so maybe she thought I didn't have time for her.

She slowly turned her body and stared at me without expression. Her face was red, but she didn't seem sexually aroused. Usually, I can tell if someone is shy or not, but I couldn't read her. When our eyes met, my mind went blank. It was as if I had never seen a beautiful woman before. I felt like a teenager who doesn't know how to talk to girls, and the thought of touching this girl's vagina made my hands sweaty.

Seeing how nervous I was, she cleared her throat and said, "I think I'll come another day."

But I couldn't ignore the chemistry between us. Nervously, I made the first move. I held her wrist to prevent her from leaving and said, "Please have a seat."

She sighed, as if calming herself down and reconsidering whether to stay or go. Finally, she nodded and walked to the patient's chair and sat down. I smiled, but it didn't last long. Once she was seated, she looked at me and said, "I'm a virgin." Her words shocked me and made me freeze in place. I didn't know if I felt frustrated or happy. I wasn't used to working with virgins.

Of course, I wasn't happy. I wasn't prepared to have sex with a virgin. You might wonder why. It's because I wasn't her boyfriend. If I were in love with her, taking her virginity would make me extremely happy. But if I took her virginity, I would feel obligated to be loyal to her, and I wasn't ready for that kind of commitment.

I was struggling with my thoughts when I decided to let go of those worries and just ask her what her complaint was, treating her like any other patient. I walked to my chair and looked at her normally. "Please," I said, "tell me what's bothering you."

She nodded and shrugged. "I don't know. I've never been to a gynecologist before. But... down there... I mean, between my legs... Lately, I've been feeling a throbbing sensation in my vagina, as if my heart is down there, beating. Do you understand what I mean?" The poor girl was explaining everything to me, but she was nervous. She avoided making eye contact and spoke shyly, looking at her lap.

"Yes, I understand," I replied. "Please go back to the exam table and take off your pants and underwear. I'll wait for you."

She was nervous and trembling. "I've never been naked in front of anyone before," she said.

I tried to reassure her. "It's okay. You should trust your gynecologist. It's important for me to examine you properly in order to give you the right treatment."

She hesitated, but eventually she did what I asked. I put on some gloves and sat down between her legs.

"I'm going to examine your vagina now," I explained.

She was a virgin and had never had a physical exam before, so I had to guide her through the process. I was gentle and professional, but I couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire as I looked at her young, naked body.

I explained everything I was doing and why it was necessary. I could see that she was embarrassed, but I tried to make her feel as comfortable as possible.

As I examined her, I couldn't help but feel a strong attraction to her. She was beautiful and innocent, and I wanted her. But I knew that I couldn't act on my feelings. It would be unprofessional and inappropriate.

After the exam, I gave her some advice. "You're a young woman, and it's normal to have sexual desires. It's important to take care of your body and satisfy your needs in a healthy way. If you're not ready to have sex with someone, you might want to consider masturbation as an option."

She seemed embarrassed by the suggestion, but I could see that she was curious. I offered to help her explore her body and learn how to pleasure herself.

"I can give you some guidance and advice," I said. "It's important to do it in a safe and healthy way. I can help you with that."

She agreed to come back the next day for another appointment. I couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of spending more time with her. I knew that I had to be careful and professional, but I couldn't help the way I felt.

I wanted her, and I was going to do everything in my power to make her mine.