Doctor-Patient Confidentiality: Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Five

The tension between us hangs thick in the air as I sink to my knees between his legs, the cold floor beneath me a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body. His cock is already hard, thick and heavy, jutting forward as if it’s been waiting for me. I glance up, catching his piercing gaze. There’s no smirk this time, no teasing quip—just raw intensity, a silent demand I can’t ignore.

I wrap my hand around the base of him, the weight of him making my pulse race. His skin is hot, velvety over the rigid steel beneath, and when I lean in to lick the bead of precum glistening at the tip, the taste is sharp and salty, a promise of what’s to come. My tongue traces the prominent vein running along the underside of his shaft, savoring the ridges and the way his thighs tense under my touch. His low growl vibrates through the air, spurring me on as I take him deeper, my lips wrapping tightly around him.

I suck slowly at first, my tongue swirling around the head before sliding down his length. The heat of him fills my mouth, stretches my jaw, and I can feel every pulse, every throb, as he grips my hair with one hand, guiding me with subtle tugs. His control is firm but not overpowering—yet. I know that won’t last.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. “But you can do better than that.”