In the sterile, cold halls of the hospital, a woman named Isabella roamed. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, the only vibrant thing in the stark white surroundings. She was nude, her small breasts bare for all to see, but she didn’t care. She was beyond shame, beyond fear.
Isabella had been in a car accident, the kind that left her with bruises and cuts, but miraculously, no broken bones. She was recovering in the hospital, her body slowly healing from the trauma. But her mind, her mind was another story.
She couldn’t stop thinking about the man who had saved her. A doctor, with kind eyes and gentle hands. He had been the one to find her, trapped in her car, bleeding and scared. He had pulled her out, wrapped her in a blanket, and whispered soothing words in her ear.
And now, she couldn’t get him out of her head. She wanted him, needed him. She didn’t care that he was her doctor, didn’t care that it was wrong. She needed to feel his hands on her body, his lips on hers.
One night, when she was sure everyone was asleep, she snuck out of her room and made her way to his office. She knocked softly on the door, her heart pounding in her chest.
He opened the door, surprise written all over his face. But then, he saw her, standing there in nothing but her long hair, and his expression changed. He pulled her inside, closing the door behind them.
“Isabella,” he said, his voice low and husky. “What are you doing here?”
“I need you,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
He stepped closer to her, his eyes dark with desire. He reached out, touching her cheek, and she leaned into his touch.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” he said, his fingers tracing her jawline.
He leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. She moaned, her body responding to his touch. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth.
His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples. She gasped, her back arching as he touched her. He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nipping at her earlobe.
She trembled, her body on fire. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his cock. He was hard, his length pressing against her hand. She stroked him, her hand moving up and down his shaft.
He groaned, his head falling back. She took advantage of the moment, her lips wrapping around his neck, sucking and biting. He growled, his hands gripping her hips.
He spun her around, pushing her against the desk. She gasped as he spread her legs, his fingers finding her wet and ready.
“You’re soaked,” he murmured, his fingers sliding in and out of her.
She moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. He added another finger, stretching her. She was ready, ready for him.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock pressing against her. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire.
“Please,” she whispered.
He thrust into her, hard and deep. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. He didn’t stop, he kept going, his hips slapping against hers.
She met him thrust for thrust, her body moving in rhythm with his. She could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed her, his fingers moving in circles. She gasped, her body shaking as she came.
He followed her, his cock twitching inside of her. She felt him cum, his warm seed filling her.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies connected. He pulled out, his seed dripping down her leg.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, his voice soft.
She nodded, watching him leave. She smiled, her body still tingling from the encounter. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted him, needed him. And she would have him, again and again.
