Seduced doctor: Addicted to my patients

t was a normal day in my life. I was casually working with normal patients, checking charts and typing notes between appointments. Nothing interesting was happening. Just the usual complaints and routine exams. The clock ticked by slowly as I finished my paperwork. When I was ready to go, I called my assistant nurse through the intercom. "Come here for a second." I said, rubbing my tired eyes. "I need to check something before I head out." She knocked politely and slid inside, clipboard pressed against her chest. "Yes, Mr. Adrian," she said with that professional tone she always used. "Do you need anything else before you leave for the day?" I didn't bother to look at her. I was already packing my papers into my leather briefcase, shoving files into folders. "Is there anyone else around?" I wondered, hoping she'd say no. "The waiting room looked empty when I stepped out earlier." She nodded, adjusting her glasses. "Yes, sir. Two people; Mrs. Emily and a new patient. They've both been waiting for about twenty minutes. Mrs. Emily insisted her appointment was urgent, and the new patient called ahead saying she couldn't reschedule." I huffed; annoyed at the prospect of staying later. I was exhausted beyond belief. It was almost 8 pm and I hadn't had a break since early that morning when I gulped down a coffee and granola bar. The day had been full of patients back-to- back and I didn't have time to have a meal or even a proper bathroom break. I had a strong headache pounding behind my eyes and it was making me dizzy with each throb. "Okay," I said with a sigh. "Let her in. Might as well get Emily out of the way first. She's always quick." I massaged my temples, trying to push the pain away. "Of course, Doctor," my assistant replied. "Shall I bring you some water or pain relievers first? You look like you could use some." "No," I muttered. "Just send her in and make sure the new patient knows she'll be seen shortly." It was then that my horniest patient, Emily, barged into the room without my permission, as she usually does, barely waiting for my assistant to fetch her. My nurse gave me an apologetic look before stepping out. I sat down in my chair and gestured to Emily to have a seat in the patient chair across from my desk. But no, she wasn't here for a normal checkup. That was obvious from her red cheeks and the way she kept licking her lips. Dammit, she looked so horny, just like the last three times she'd made "emergency" appointments. "Dr. Adrian," she purred, "I've been having those symptoms again. You know the ones that only you seem to be able to treat properly." She nodded and locked the door behind her with a deliberate click. She walked towards me with exaggerated swaying hips and then she sat down on my lap without invitation and began kissing my neck without any notice. I pulled my head back watching her, annoyed at her presumption. "Not here." I said firmly. putting my hands on her shoulders. "Not now. I told you before that I never sleep with any woman twice. That's my rule, and you've already had your turn. Besides. I have another patient waiting." "But they can wait a few more minutes," she whispered against my ear. "I've been thinking about you all week." She pouted her lips and moved her ass on my crotch in small circles. "But I want you so much," she replied, running her fingers through my hair. "Please. One more time. I'm not feeling well. I have this ache that won't go away." She pleaded huskily, pressing her breasts against my chest. "Remember how good we were together last time? How you made me scream your name?" She thought that would turn me on, but she was wrong. No woman could turn me on unless I decided to be turned on. I was the one who controlled my dick; only me. "That's not how this works." I said coldly. "You know the rules. I made them clear from the beginning." I pushed her slightly and said. "Go to the bed. You'd better actually be sick, and not just here for a fuck, because I'm not gonna fuck you. Got that?" I raised an eyebrow, warning her. "I'm a doctor first, and this isn't some hookup spot. I take my profession seriously." "But you didn't take it seriously last time." she countered with a smirk. "Or the time before that with Mrs. Johnson. Everyone knows what happens in this office after hours." She nodded with a huge smile that stretched from ear to ear and jumped up to the checkup bed, taking off all of her clothes piece by piece. She was like a horny bitch who needed full penetration; a rough fuck to calm her pussy. I smirked egotistically at the way she was acting towards my body, like I was some kind of god she worshipped. "You're so predictable," I said, watching her undress. "Every single time." I stepped closer and sat in between her legs on the chair. She was naked but she had left her G-string on, black lace that barely covered anything. I moved her string with my middle finger and touched her pussy lightly, checking her response. "You're so wet already." I commented. "just from thinking about me." I stepped back. "Okay," I chuckled, teasing her. "There is nothing wrong. You just need a real man to satisfy your needs. I'll write you a referral to someone else. Maybe Dr. Peterson down the hall." I turned to grab my prescription pad, enjoying the power I held over her. She cleared her throat and raised her eyebrows in disbelief. "What?" she gasped, sitting up straight. "You won't continue? After getting me all worked up like this? That's cruel, even for you, Doctor," I shook my head. "No. No need. I will write prescription you..." I was going to continue but she pulled my arm to stop me and squeezed my dick with her hands through my pants. "I need you, please." she licked the back to my earlobe, pressing her body against mine. "No one else knows how to touch me like you do. I've tried other men, but they just don't compare. Please. Doctor, I'm begging you." "Begging, huh?" I considered her for a moment. "Well, that's a start." I pushed her down to get her on her knees. I unzipped my pant and gestured to her to continue. "Show me how much you want it." I commanded. She pulled my dick out of my boxers and started sucking every inch of me with her playful tongue, moaning as she did so. I grabbed her hair and I took control over her head, and I began to fuck her head. "Is this what you came for?" I asked roughly. "To be my little slut?" "Yes," she mumbled around my cock. "Only yours." "Touch your pussy for me." I commanded her with a husky tone of voice. Everyone likes to be commanded; likes to be in the bottom; likes the real man who is willing to dominate her. Every woman is submissive in her own way.