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It took you three more days to fully recover. By the time you got rid of the illness, you were quite literally sick of your apartment. You wanted to see something else than the same four walls everyday. It felt like ages since you had had last seen the sun outside, your face strangely pale in the bathroom light. But the worst of all; you were bored.
Victor hadn't been able to visit you since the evening you two had spent together, too busy with work and research. You mourned his presence as it had kept you occupied, both with thoughts and social interaction. It felt strange to think that you missed him but there was no denying it. He had helped you through those exhausting days, filling them with hope and brightness. And you couldn't keep your mind of the things that had happened between you on your couch.
If you closed your eyes, you could still feel his large hands on your hips, his eyes glued to your body and the unspoken desire crackling in the air. You hadn't been able to stop thinking about Victor, everything around you reminding you of him. The blanket he had wrapped you in, the cups he had used to make you tea, the pills on your nightstand…
You groaned and turned around in your bed. During the night, you had dreamed of him again and now the dull ache between your legs wouldn't leave you alone. But you knew that you had no time to take care of this problem as you had your first job interview today. You had been surprised that they had called you back at all. Whilst you were sick, you had applied for a position in a law firm, not having high hopes as you hadn't graduated university yet. But, no risk, no fun, you had thought. When they had offered you a job interview, you had been stunned, to say at least.
But you were more than excited and nervous at the same time. Slow bursts of anxiety had been crawling up your neck the second you had woke up this morning. The interview was at 12pm, leaving you with two and a half hours to prepare. Swinging your legs out of bed, you stretched, closing your eyes again for a blissful moment before standing up. You were gonna get ready first, try to eat something (even though your stomach was already protesting at the mere thought) and then pass the remaining time somehow. The ride to the firm took you about twenty minutes with the subway so you should be fine leaving your apartment at around 11:20am.
At 10:50am, you sat in your kitchen, dressed in a dark suit combined with a white blouse and some elegant shoes. You did your makeup, professional but clean and tied up your hair in a neat bun. Actually, you liked what you saw in the mirror but tell that to the evil little voice in your head, talking down on you like a menace. There was nothing you could do against it but nevertheless, your heart was racing now and you were picking at your nail beds again. An annoying, everlasting habit of yours.
Pacing around your apartment, you tried to focus on anything except the millions of possibilities of ruining the job interview and embarrassing yourself in front of the whole management. You practically threw yourself on your couch, burying your head in your hands (without messing up your hair, at least). You can do this, you tried to encourage yourself.
You will be okay, I promise. Those words were not your own, they were his, suddenly popping up in your thoughts. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to recall his voice as clear as you could in your head. It soothed you, calming you down. If only he knew the effect he had on you…
With him in your mind, you took the subway into the city, having enough time to get familiar with the building and to fix your looks before waiting in front of the room where you would be interviewed. Thinking of him even made you stop fidgeting with the stuff in your bag. You had your breathing and heart rate under control, being able to smile openly when you were invited in. No one could stop you now.
You had never felt this confident before. The manager and the woman from the HR department had kept you busy with lots of questions, some more difficult than others, but you had been able to answer all of them truthfully and seriously. They had been quite impressed by you and had told you to treat yourself to a coffee until they had heard the other applicants as well. After forty-five minutes, they had called you back in, smiling at you brightly.
''We are pleased to tell you that we decided to offer the position to you. You truly demonstrated your abilities to us and we are certain you would be a wonderful addition to our team.''
The ground felt far away as you almost floated back to the subway station, the biggest grin plastered on your face. You got the job! Everything felt so much easier right now, a huge boulder lifted off your chest. Beaming with enthusiasm, you took out your phone, punching in the number of a certain someone. You just needed to tell someone about your achievement.
Gideon had left you his private number, telling you to call him directly if you needed anything so it was him picking up. ''Hello?''
''Victor, it's me! You won't believe it, I was just at a law firm for an interview, and they actually hired me! I got a job now!'', you rambled excitedly, holding back the urge to jump around in joy.
''That's wonderful news, my dear. That needs to be celebrated properly.''
His smooth voice sent shivers down your spine, as it usually did. Although now, there was a slight hint of a flirty undertone buried in his words. Your cheeks reddened and you remained silent for a few moments.
''What would you suggest? I'm somehow short on ideas right now…'', you teased back, your heart thrumming in your chest, excited for his answer.
''Hmm… well, how does dinner sound to you? Something home-cooked, with a rich red wine?'', he murmured, his vocals low and rough on the edge.
''Sounds quite good. Now I just need to find someone who would keep me company. To gift me his precious time.'', you almost purred, picking up his line from the other night.
''Let's just say, this someone could pick you up after his shift, around seven?''
You chuckled lightly, nodding more to yourself than to him (not that he could see you, anyways). ''I will be ready.''
If the job interview hadn't messed with your nerves, the upcoming date definitely did. It wasn't like you almost had your hands down his pants already yet the fear of wearing the wrong outfit gnawed at your mind. Screaming sounded fun, you thought. You certainly felt like it when you looked around and saw the clothes scattered on the ground around you.
With a huff, you dropped to the bed, rethinking your options again. You wouldn't go out to a fancy restaurant so suits or dresses were a no-go for you. Still, you visited him for the first time, this being an official date. So definitely no lazy clothes. You threw everything that fit into those categories back into your wardrobe, leaving you with less to choose from. You took a deep breath, rummaging through the pile on the floor until you found something that caught your eye.
Some informal, grayish suit pants, a black tank-top and a forest green cardigan to keep you warm… or to take off. You grinned sheepishly at your own dirty mind, folding the clothes neatly and putting them away for later. Now you just needed something to keep you busy until he would pick you up.
You spent the rest of the day with research for your new job (you were already starting next month which was only about two weeks away!) and looked up the recent courses of this semester. You had decided to try and keep watch of what your former fellow students studied so the re-entry wouldn't be so hard on you. You were content with your decision. And every time your anxiety spiked again, you thought of him and his calming words.
The worst is over now, you made it out alive, he had said. Of course he had directed it to your illness, and not your anxiety (even though it was an illness for you nonetheless) but the meaning stayed the same. As terrible as it was, your parents were already dead, you would never have to go through the pain of slowly seeing them decease once more. There was a possibility to visit the hospital again, for someone else or for yourself but it would never be the exact same situation you had lived through. This fresh mindset helped. The bad days came nevertheless but you would try and live with it.
But today, you didn't have to worry about hospitals. There was just one doctor crossing your mind… By the time you were fully dressed, it was 6pm. You had put on what you had planned, with the addition of a nice, lacy pair of underwear. Putting your hair up again, you worked on your make-up, trying to keep it casual but pretty nonetheless. After you were done, you checked in the mirror and were content with what you saw. You gave your reflection a small, nervous smile. You threw a few essential things into your bag, now counting the minutes until he would be at your front door again.
He rang the doorbell at 7pm sharp. You hurried to the door, your heart beating uncontrollably. How would you even greet him? The thought only occurred to you as you had already pushed the door handle down, making you cringe internally. Why did you always overthink but forgot to think as soon as something really important came up?!
But it seemed like your date had already thought of everything. As soon as you faced him, he smiled at you, his eyes flickering over your small frame. ''You look absolutely stunning, my dear…'', he murmured into your ear as he bent down to embrace you, pulling you to his broad chest. You wrapped your arms around his torso immediately, very fond of the physical touch. Victor smelled like sandalwood and rain, the scent making you addicted immediately. You breathed in deeply, closing your eyes for a moment.
As he let go, you remained closer than before, smiling at each other. You now had the time to check him out; wearing some suit pants himself, with a black shirt and leather vest on top, his shoes elegant and dark. He had casually draped his suit jacket over his strong shoulders, making him even more attractive to you. ''What do you say? Are you ready to go?''
You nodded, closing and locking your door before following him to the street, your smile turning into a wide grin as Victor lead you to a punk-rock looking motorcycle.
''Don't tell me that's yours.''
''I'm afraid that is, in fact, mine.'', he smirked, fishing out a helmet from the topcase of the black machine. ''For your safety. Can't let you run with me if I put you in danger.'' You laughed cheerfully, putting on the gear and examining the bike closely. ''That is one of the coolest things I have ever seen. Do you drive with it to work everyday? Did you buy it or did you build it yourself? It would be amazing if you actually did build it yourself!''
Before you could ramble on, Victor simply grabbed your hips and lifted you onto the machine with ease, shutting you up instantly. You blushed underneath the helmet, a warm sensation looming on the places where he touched you. The doctor got on as well, starting the engine. ''I'd suggest you hold onto me, pretty lady. If you feel like I am going to fast for your liking, you just squeeze my side, understood?'' You nodded, wrapping your arms tightly around his large body, leaning against his back. In no time, you were on the road, feeling the wind tug at you, trying to pull you away. But there was no way you would let go of him, he was stuck with you now.
The ride was the most adventurous thing you did since a long time, beaming brightly by the time you reached Victor's house. He had led you through the city, leaving the tall buildings behind and driving through a small forest, the pine trees swallowing most of the sounds. You felt oddly safe surrounded by nature, the air felt much fresher here. Your date had stopped in front of a stunning estate, two floors of dark stone emerging from the ground. Surprisingly, there were lots of floor-to-ceiling windows, an unusual modification for someone like Victor, you thought. You would have guessed he preferred a closed environment, something more private.
But as he led you through the halls of his home, you could understand the appeal. The last sunlight of the day was basking through the windows, coating the whole room in a warm glow, reflecting on shiny surfaces. It was warm inside, exactly to your liking. Victor was modest about his residence, simply showing you around so you could get comfortable, not to show off his wealth. You had figured he was more than rich along the way but you liked that he didn't brag about his money. He was subtle with it, his house clean and filled with beautiful furniture and accessories but no special splendor in sight. You felt at home right away, a smile clinging to your face.
Though the room you liked most was the kitchen, a huge space with an island in the middle, supplies sorted neatly and so many things to discover. You looked through the spices he possessed, amazed by the variety of them. He watched you silently, the need to hold you in his arms gnawing at him. ''Are you hungry?'', he asked quietly. You turned around to face him and nodded with a smile. ''Yeah, kind of. Can I help you with something?''
''No, do not worry about a thing. Allow me to spoil you for your achievement. I want to show you how proud I am.'', he purred, his voice convincing you alone. ''If you insist…'', you chuckled, remembering the first time you said those words to him. ''I do.'', he smiled back, grabbing some tools and ingredients from the fridge. ''Sit down, my dear. Relax while I take care of everything.'', he almost whispered. With a faint blush on your cheeks, you did as he told you, plopping down on one of the bar stools, watching him closely.
He pulled out a bottle of red wine, the liquid rich in color, almost looking like blackberries as he poured it into a decanter, ever the scientist he was. You have him a knowing look before you continued to follow his movements as he worked. It was mesmerizing to watch him, his large hands being so gentle, every act a piece of art. You could look at him for hours, you realized, no matter what he was doing.
In the end, Victor created two plates of risotto with steamed zucchini and crisp chicken, the whole kitchen smelling amazing. ''I thought I would make something that isn't heavy on the stomach, just in case you should feel sick again.'' Your heart warmed with affection and gratitude. ''That is very considerate, thank you so much. It looks incredibly good.''
The two of you sat at the wooden dining table, soft and warm light surrounding you. Victor put on some classical music, playing quietly in the background. You felt so safe and loved around him. Talking with him was easy, like you had been born for this. You clicked in all the right places, always finding more and more topics to discuss, not feeling like you needed to hold back. He made you feel reassured in what you were doing, showing real interest in you. And you took every single piece of information that you could get from him; you simply loved hearing him talk.
After dinner, he took away your plates and refilled your wine glasses. ''Why don't you explore the rest of the house while I do the dishes? I will find you afterwards.'' Ever the gentleman, Victor didn't allow you to lift a single finger, only wanting you to enjoy yourself. You happily accepted, taking your drink with you as you looked around, going beyond the first floor he had already showed to you earlier.
During your tour, you discovered a wine cellar and a room full of stacked goods with a laundry room in the basement. Now you were climbing up the stairs to the second floor. You stumbled into the largest bathroom you had ever seen, bright tiles decorating the walls, a huge bathtub in the corner. Quickly, you checked your make-up in the mirror, fixing your lipstick and hair before returning to the hallway. The right door led to some sort of hobby room, lots of clay and wood stacked on tables. You widened your eyes, taking in the sight in front of you. Victor's latest project appeared to be a grand snake, made with both materials. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. He had embodied the reptile with such passion, it almost made your chest hurt.
You adored his art for a few more minutes before striding over to the last door which lead to his bedroom. You swallowed softly at the sight of his bed, covered with dark gray sheets. For a second, you considered undressing and slipping beneath the blanket, waiting for him to find you. But you didn't know if he still wanted you like he did that night so you quickly discarded the idea. There was a small balcony behind thick curtains and you pulled them to the side to step out into the cool night.
You rested your arms lightly on the balcony railing, staring into the dark forest, the house almost completely surrounded by trees. If you focused, you could hear the crickets chirp in the distance, along with the wind rustling in the branches. This was heaven for a restless thinker like you, nothing but calmness around you. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, breathing in deeply. You would like to stay here, just for a few more days. Just until your fear had completely soaked into the soil, leaving you with purity.
Victor found you on his balcony, almost empty glass in hand and gazing into the night. He allowed himself to take you in, just for a while. Dr. Gideon would trade all the beauty in the world for you, as if you wouldn't drown out everything else anyways. He could go on for days just about how magical you were to him, the rarest gem of all. He had to dig a long time for you, finding you between your own broken shells. Being broken, that was something he got used to. But experiencing how someone mended his wounds, stitching him together and not minding his scars made him feel seen, wanted even. You gave him so much more than he would ever deserve yet he allowed him to accept this gift sent to him for once.
Slowly, he approached you, taking a swing from his own wine glass before setting it down on the small side table next to you, letting his hand rest between shoulder blades. You hummed, not even flinching a bit. His fingers mindlessly traced the pattern of your cardigan.
''Thank you for joining me today. I had a wonderful evening so far.'', he murmured, staring into the night as well. Your heart bloomed at his words, soft warmth spreading in your body. The wine had added to the feeling but it was pleasant nonetheless.
''Me too, Victor. You do have some ridiculously good cooking skills. Thank you for taking me on this date.'' You barely spoke out the last word, its meaning becoming deeper the more time you spent together. He chuckled lightly at your words before stepping behind you and sliding his hand down to your hip, stilling. Your breath hitched, his fingers close to slipping beneath the hem of the shirt underneath your cardigan. You heard him swallow thickly before he spoke again. ''Do you want me to drive you home or would you like to stay for a bit?'' His voice trailed off, a clear trail of hope hidden in the second part of the sentence.
Shifting only the slightest bit, you moved so his thumb rested directly on your bare skin now. ''I would like to stay. If you'll have me…''
''I will always have you.'', he responded, his words rough on the edges.
His large body towered over you, his hand now stroking over your skin, causing you to shiver. Slowly, you drained your glass, putting it on the table as well before turning around to face Victor. His eyes were darker now, still glowing yellowish but having a certain something to them. He looked at you like he wanted to pray to you and eat you alive at the same time, only encouraging the goosebumps rising on your skin.
Carefully, he raised his free hand, tugging a strand of loose hair behind your ear. You leaned into his touch, heat stirring in your stomach already. He hadn't done anything yet but you were desperate for him, wanting nothing more than to finally continue what you had started on your couch. Tempting him, you stood on your tiptoes, tilting your head back slightly.
But Victor got the hint, bending down and pressing his lips to yours at last. You sighed contently, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Oh, how you had longed for this moment, how many countless nights you had spent thinking about him and how he would feel against you…
Just how soft and tender the kiss had started, the more heated it got now. You shuffled your body closer to his, burying your fingers in his hair, urging him to kiss you harder. He happily obliged, slipping his forked tongue into your mouth, making you whine. The sensation was completely different, leaving you wanting more. Victor's hands roamed over your body, fingertips digging into your skin. After a while of heated kisses, you gasped for air, holding onto his vest.
''Victor, please…''
That was all it took for him to lift you into his arms like you weighted nothing, carrying you back inside. He almost threw you onto the bed, barely holding onto his patience now. Usually, he was calm and collected but hearing you beg for him drove him crazy, to say at least.
''Take off your clothes.'', he demanded with his raspy voice, pinning you down with his eyes only. You visibly shuddered, leaning onto your arms to keep yourself upright. The wine had made you braver so you decided to try something. Whilst undoing the buttons of your cardigan, you looked at him through your eyelashes. ''Yes, doctor…''
His stare hardened and he clenched his jaw. The animal inside him roared, demanding to devour you whole, starting with your soft skin and working down to your core. He would love to rip the clothes from your body, to shred them to pieces with his bare hands, making you fear him a little bit. He did not want you to be afraid but oh, how he used to love the smell of fear in the air.
You loved the effect you had on him, putting on a show of undressing in front of him. He stood there almost motionless, only his piercing eyes followed your every movement. You knew how much you teased him by going so slowly but it only spurred you on. Shrugging off your cardigan with an agonizing pace, Victor groaned. A small hiss escaped him as you pulled your tank top over your head, revealing your lacy black bra to him.
But as you ran your hands softly over your yet-clothed breasts, he snapped. Victor almost lunged forward, grabbing you and pulling you to the edge of the bed, shoving down your pants with a snarl. ''You're being quite the bad patient, my dear.'', he growled, hooking your legs over his broad shoulders when he knelt down in front of you. Your breath hitched at the sight before you, his head looking too pretty between your thighs. Arching your back, you tried to shuffle closer to him, the heat in your core becoming almost unbearable. You liked the little game you were playing. ''I-I think you really need to examine me now. You need to do something about the pain…''
He smirked, his deep voice returning to its silky self. ''Do I now? Tell me, where does it hurt then, sweet girl?'' Victor tilted his head to the side, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your ankle, slowly trailing them downwards. ''Down here…'', you barely whispered, your fingers trembling slightly as you reached down to run them over your underwear. His kisses had reached your inner thighs now and he bit down softly, making you cry out. His teeth felt surprisingly good on your skin and you shivered. ''Please, I… More…'', you whined, pushing up your hips to meet his face. You didn't care about how embarrassing you must sound, you just needed him so badly.
But Victor took his sweet time at your thighs, kissing and sucking on the plush flesh beneath his lips, enjoying how impatient you became. It was his revenge for you letting him wait so long whilst undressing. If you only knew how much he had craved seeing you like this; sprawled out on his wide bed, only in your underwear, begging him to touch you. In his imagination, he had never laid hands on you (he simply hadn't allowed himself to think that you would want him to) but admired you. That was all he had needed, increasing his longing every time. He admitted that his hand had slipped beneath his waistband a few times after that evening but imagining you laying next to him, only watching him had been enough to send him over the edge. He felt no shame for his doings as it was only human to him yet now he wanted to lay his deepest secrets open in front you, baring his soul to you, everything that was still intact.
Victor pressed one last kiss to your stomach before finally, finally, settling between your legs. You tilted your head, watching him closely. You didn't want to miss a single second of this. Truly, you would be content with anything he did but as he fixated his gaze on your face while pulling your panties to the side with his bare teeth, you nearly screamed. There was no possibility that you would ever see something so hot again in your life. Your core felt molten now, dripping in anticipation. His grin was wicked, he had been able to smell your arousal from the second he had stepped into his own bedroom. But having you so close now almost overwhelmed his sharpened senses, making something in his pants stir.
A soft grunt fell from his lips as he took you in, eyes flickering over your glistening folds. ''So wet for me already… and I haven't even touched you properly.'' He waited for your reaction, not sure if that was what you were into. Heat rose to your cheeks, painting them the prettiest shade of red he had ever seen. And trust him, he had seen many different in his life. Without saying a word, you caged his head in with your soft thighs, gently nudging them against him. ''You should look again after you touched me, Dr. Gideon…'', you practically purred. He only stared at you for a second, then he cussed under his breath and ripped your panties away in a swift motion.
You yelped at your underwear being torn but even louder at his tongue finally sliding home, right between your folds. He licked up a long stripe from your fluttering hole to your aching clit, being neglected for too long. You moaned loudly and shamelessly, him feeling so deliciously good between your legs. Somehow, you were suddenly very glad he didn't have any neighbors.
When the two tips of his forked tongue circled around the sensitive bundle of nerves, you slapped your own hand against your mouth, the scream threatening to explode from your lips. The man between your legs stopped short and rose from his knees, grabbing your wrist and pulling your hand free. ''I never said anything about staying quiet, did I?'' His voice was low, almost dangerously so. You quickly shook your head, spreading your legs wider for him. ''N-No… sorry, won't happen again.''
He muttered a soft 'Such a good girl' against your core before diving right back in. His tongue danced around your clit, lapping up the juices gushing from your core. Victor drank them up, making your squirm beneath him. Your hands flew up to his hair, tugging at the loose strands desperately. When his mouth closed around your clit, a sob slipped from your lips. The pressure built up gradually in your abdomen whilst obscene sounds came from the man, his warm muscle pressing against you. You were so close, you just needed…
Suddenly, nothing. You widened your eyes, rising up from the sheets and staring at him in disbelief. ''Wh-Why..?'' A wry smile played around his glistening lips, showing off his golden teeth. ''Oh, I need to run more than one test on you, my dear… Only one won't be sufficient…'', he replied smugly, waiting long enough for the white pleasure to fade away so you wouldn't be on the brink of cumming on his tongue. You let yourself fall onto the bed again with a frustrated huff, staring at the ceiling.
You heard the snake man chuckle before you drowned out the sound with a high-pitched scream. His chipped teeth pinched the bundle of nerves between them before his lips sucked on it harshly. The tight knot was back again, more twisted than before. Victor ravished you and your exquisite taste, eating you out like a man starved. He wanted to pleasure you until you knew nothing but his name. He wouldn't care if wouldn't want to touch him at all, he was sure he could come from your pleasure alone.
After denying you yet another orgasm, he plunged his fingers into you without a warning, making you scream as both pain and pleasure mingled in your core. Victor's fingers were large, one digit almost as thick as two of yours. He stretched you out, switching between pumping and scissoring his fingers inside you, searching for your sweet spot. It took him under a minute to find the spongy spot on your walls, abusing it mercilessly with his rough fingertips. Your back arched off the mattress on its own. The pleasure was so intense you almost wanted to back off but he gripped your hips with his free hand, leaving you no chance to escape the brutal pace he set with his fingers and mouth.
Only as he growled between your legs, commanding you to come for him, you unraveled, your orgasm crashing over you. Your whole body felt comfortably numb, the whiteness spreading to every limb, buzzing in your veins. Your heartbeat was loud in your ears, you could hear the blood rushing back and forth. A blissful sight left your lips and you temporarily closed your eyes. You had never had such an orgasm in your life, this being a one-in-a-million experience.
Victor grinned proudly as he emerged from the ground, picking you up in his arms. ''You did well on your tests… perhaps I should have rewarded you sooner.'' Blindly, you nudged him with your elbow, making him laugh. You liked the sound of it, open and honest. Opening your eyes, you smiled at him, reaching out to wipe some of your arousal from his lips. ''Maybe you should have. Maybe I liked it nonetheless.'', you smirked, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and sliding onto his lap.
You thought it was unfair that he was completely dressed while you were naked but somehow, it turned you on even more. You felt vulnerable but completely safe with him. You couldn't help but grin as you moved on his thighs and found him straining against his pants, groaning as you innocently ran your hand over his clothed cock.
''You know you do no have to give me anything in return, right?'', he huffed, his eyes glued onto your face. You narrowed your eyebrows, looking at him in confusion. ''What do you mean?'' Victor caressed the back of your hand with his fingertips, giving you an uncertain smile. ''We can stop here, I do not want to force you to do anything you do not want to do. This is about you.''
Only now you realized just how broken the doctor actually was. It seemed like he genuinely thought you only used him for your own pleasure and his money. He didn't seem to understand how much you wanted him as a person.
Your heart thrummed in your chest as you took his face into your palms. ''Victor. This is not about me. This is about us. I want you. I want this.'' You gently touched his scar, running your index finger from his bottom lip to his chest where it disappeared beneath his clothes. Slowly, you started to undo his vest and shirt, opening the buttons with deft fingers. ''You cannot imagine how often I thought of you, inside me, fucking me'', you whispered that part, ''just feeling you close. I want you completely, if you will have me.'' It seemed like this was gonna be a standard sentence for you.
You felt him twitch underneath you, his pupils blown with lust, his eyes now almost black. Only a slight sliver of golden remained, like an eclipse. You broke eye contact first, leaning down to run your tongue over his scar, starting by kissing him passionately, traveling downwards. His muscles tensed beneath your kisses, and you asked yourself if he had ever been truly loved before. It made your heart ache. He deserved so much, so much you wanted to give him.
Opening his snake belt made him hiss, he was painfully hard, your acts had made him rock solid. He didn't know how he deserved you but he wished to fulfill your expectations to the fullest. As you pulled his pants and boxers down, you widened his eyes. He was large, both in girth and length, making your mouth water and the heat gather between your legs once more. His shaft was adorned with thick, red veins and multiple scars running up the sensitive skin. Most prominent was the scars in the middle of it, suggesting his cock had been affected by whatever had cut him open as well. His tip was a soft pink, different to his grayish undertone and leaked pre-cum. Seriously, how were you gonna take him? His fingers had been so big already…
But first things first. With naughty eyes, you looked up to him as you took him into your mouth, the salty taste of him on your tongue. Victor's hand found its way into your hair almost immediately, loosening the bun you had made to wrap your hair around his fingers. ''Fuck… you look gorgeous, pretty girl…'', he muttered under his breath, watching you suck him off the best you could.
Soon, saliva was running down your chin, and you only managed to take half of him. You used your hands to stroke the rest of his cock, making sure you took care of every little part. His taste made you crazy, craving more. You slowly let him slide down your throat as he took control, fighting your gag reflex. You wanted to be good for him, appreciate him. The moan he let out as he hit the back of your throat made you shudder and your pussy clenched around nothing. You desperately needed him inside you, now.
You released him with a wet pop, grinning at him breathlessly. ''You liked that, doc?''
His wicked smile did something to you. ''Yes. But I do want to do an experiment with you. Would you care to participate…?''
''What does that experiment consist of?'', you asked innocently, planting yourself on your naked knees.
''Oh, you know… exploring your insides, testing if your vocal chords work properly, if I can make you cum on my cock alone…'', he mocked, his right hand reaching out and wrapping around your throat lightly. You whined at the feeling, swallowing thickly against his palm. ''I would love to assist you, Dr. Gideon…''
He snarled, and pulled you close to him by your throat, applying pressure on your windpipe. You moaned brokenly, clenching your thighs together. In an instant, he had you on your back, squeezing your throat once more before letting go to shrug off his clothes. Then, he took both your ankles in one hand, nearly folding you in half. ''So perfect…'', he murmured as he gripped his cock, stroking himself a few times before lining up with your dripping entrance.
Your jaw hung slack as you felt his thick cock prodding at your hole. You must have seemed worried as he caressed your cheek, tucking away some strands of your disheveled hair. ''I know you can take me, my dear.''
He was gentle as he slowly pushed inside, both of you groaning. You let out a pathetic whine at the feeling of him stretching you wide, his dick massaging your walls. His lips pressed onto yours, the kiss heated and rough, distracting you from the stinging pain in your abdomen. When he bottomed out, Victor buried his face in the crook of your neck, biting and licking at the soft skin, finding your pulse point.
He experimentally rolled his hips, cursing loudly. ''You're so tight…'' You felt like he would split you in two eventually but the pain had subsided to the pleasure and you were so needy for him, you tried to suck him in even deeper. ''Quite eager, aren't we?'', he chuckled breathless, grabbing your hips for stability. The doctor pulled out almost entirely, slamming back into you. You screamed, his cock piercing you.
''God, YES!'', you panted, your pussy throbbing around him. His pace was brutal, his patience had ran out completely. The tip of his dick massaged your cervix with every stroke, the rough scar brushing against your g-spot. As he pushed your legs down even further into your chest, he pistoned impossibly deep into you, knocking all the air from your lungs.
Only broken moans and choked whimpers spilled over your lips, your brain unable to form a coherent sentence anymore. He just fucked you so good, sliding in and out of you. His hand reached down and pinched your sensitive nipples, forcing a whimper out of you. The knot inside your core was so close to snapping, your legs trembling harshly. Of course, Victor noticed, a man of medicine through and through. With a taunting smile, he wrapped his hand around your throat again, cutting off the oxygen completely. Your mouth agape, you clenched around him hardly, reaching your peak in an instant. You could only form a silent 'please' with your lips, not wanting him to stop.
The doctor released you after a few more seconds (he had to keep his composure not to follow you directly, your pussy gripping him so tightly) and pulled out of you, flipping you over on your hands and knees, reentering you with a swift motion.
You choked on the fresh air entering your lungs and flooding your brain, your overstimulated cunt fluttering around him, not having processed the orgasm entirely. He pounded into you relentlessly now, chasing his own release. His hand reached around you, finding your clit and flicking his thumb fervently against the nub, letting you cry out. ''T-Too sensitive.. I c-can't…!'', you gasped, clinging onto the messy bedsheets for dear life. Your arms gave out eventually, your upper body flopping onto the mattress.
Victor bent over you, his torso fitting perfectly into the shape of your back, like you were his missing puzzle piece. Wrapping his fist around your hair once more, he pulled your head up to whisper in your ear. ''You can take it, I know it. Give me one more, baby. Milk my cock with your pretty pussy, do me the favor and be good for your doctor…''
That did it for you. Your third release crashed over you, numbing out the exhaustion. You came hard on his cock, almost trying to force him to cum inside you, yelling his name again and again. Gideon grunted as he held onto your hips, his thrusts becoming sloppier every second. He was so close, your cunt so warm and wet around him. You could only babble unintelligible words from underneath him, overwhelmed with the pleasure. He thought of your pretty face when he had met you for the first time, not knowing how much his life would change for the better. Immediately, he came deep inside you, groaning loudly. His cum painted your walls as he emptied himself with hot spurts. He cursed breathlessly, a thin layer of sweat coating his forehead. You felt him pulsating inside you until he finally stilled, stroking your back carefully.
When he pulled out, you hissed quietly. You instantly mourned the feeling of being so full, so stuffed with his cock, whining out weakly. He admired you for a few more seconds before stepping back and tugging himself back into his pants. When he left the room without a word, your heart sank, your brows furrowing. He wouldn't leave you like this, would he?
Relief washed over you when he came back shortly after, carrying a wet cloth and a towel. ''Allow me to clean you?'' You chuckled, your voice hoarse from all the screaming. ''Feel free..'', you said with a tired smile. Victor took care of you, wiping your mixed juices from your cunt, making you shiver. He then proceeded to wash off the sweat on your skin and brushing your hair. Afterwards, he came back with a large shirt from his wardrobe, offering it to you. You happily accepted, slipping into the soft fabric and then under the blanket.
You were so tired you could fall asleep on the spot but you were awake enough to feel the bed shift underneath his weight, Victor settling next to you. Without another word, you inched closer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and laying your head on his chest. Within mere seconds, you were fast asleep. Victor stroked your head slowly, his heart almost bursting with unfamiliar emotions.
''I will always have you.'', he whispered before kissing your forehead and holding you close, keeping you safe.