Doctor's Addiction (Doctor's passion Series 1)

CHAPTER SIX (The End)

I want to fuck you, Sheila. He should have said that. It would probably have been less insulting. Robert did not know what had gotten into him. He was not desperate for a woman, so had no need to appear so. Yet in his impatience to take the next step with me, he had botched his chances. When I followed him to his house to kill him, he had managed to seduce me.

Alone in his penthouse, Robert had ample time to chastise himself. Nursing bourbon, he thought of my comment about my choice of drink. It was just that sometimes the harder stuff did a better job of killing the emotional pain. And that was all the more reason Robert should have been more convincing with me. A good assistant was a distraction from his internal torment, which was a total escape.

In the playroom, he was in control, which was how it should be. No other feeling matched that of sexual domination. And he hadn't deprived himself, nor did he intend to. Alone in his own solitude, misery settled over him. It was not something he was proud of, the darkness he held inside. But it was a part of him, and Robert dealt with it. Without a release, though, it would become unbearable. It was important to take on a new sub. Yet now he had a bigger issue.

I knew that I had captured his imagination, my scent of lavender luring him. The image of me in a candle lit room was engraved in his memory. My golden hair and flawless skin begged for his touch. Robert's cock tightened, just as it had in her presence. Domination required that he continue to push boundaries. Or possibly he hadn't found the right woman.

I guess he was still experimenting, but I kind of didn't mind that at this moment. He was making my body really happy. Robert thought of me, bared to him, wanting his instruction, and awaiting his command. My mere presence was enough, and Robert had no compulsion to press for more dramatic scenes.

Any potential scene with me filled him with utter joy. It took so little to push him to the brink: the idea of undressing her, pressing his lips to her skin, even witnessing her shyness, was enough. Yet he did not want to jerk off to fantasies of fucking me. I was all he wanted. That was unsatisfactory. Robert wanted the real women. He wanted me, so couldn't accept less than having me tremble in his arms, or seeing complete trust in my eyes when I looked at him.

But amidst all that was happening, Joshua kept fantasizing about Tracy too. Tying her down to his bed, to make her submit to me alone, held an attraction Robert could never put aside. Leaning back against the deeply padded chair, Robert stared up at the high ceiling, watching the light play off the crystals of the huge chandelier. His cock throbbed, and he had the urge to go after Tracy without further delay. She was possibly still at the party. That was unlikely, though, since it was already late.

Robert's stomach tossed at the idea that she might be with Aaron. He closed his eyes, but failed to cover up the unwelcomed thought of Aaron touching Tracy. No other man had any

He was such a selfish bastard and I still didn't know what I was thinking when I followed him from the party but certainly, this wasn't the right time to think about it.

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