DAMIEN'S POV
Alexa and Mia took turns riding my hard cock until I was about to come, I abruptly stood up then ordered Alexa and Mia kneel in front of me, I cum on their faces. I smiled at both of them as I watched them lick the cum on each other's faces. I knew that Alexa and Mia were more than satisfied. Mission accomplished. As for me, I somehow felt hollow inside. "So how's the experience?" I asked while I handed them a box of tissues. "It's a very satisfying experience," Alexa answered boldly. "Well that's good to hear... but what I'm asking is how you feel about inviting a third party in your bedroom. Do you come up with a decision now? " "Ohhh about that, I guess we're in on that right honey?" Alexa shoots a smile on Mia. "Hell yeah! Though I'm afraid you set high standards, doctor. Are you sure we can't do this again?" Mia asked shyly. "Yeah doctor, we are willing to pay twice or even thrice. We will be your regular client." Alexa added. "Sorry ladies but just like what I said before we start... It's a one time thing." I coldly answered, all the warmth seems evaporated. "Even though I'm not around anymore, Just remember that if you both set up to work make sure you always have unanimous decisions. You are equal partners, you can't be forced to do what others don't want okay?" "Yes doctor." they both answered. "Okay fix yourself now, it's already late. I trust you can help yourselves out, I won't be able to walk you on the door" I dismissed them. Then I started to pick my discarded clothes on the floor. Alex and Mia reluctantly dragged themselves out of the clinic and went home, I know that they are disappointed that they won't experience it again. They had just the most satisfying sex of their lives. I can't help but plastered a satisfying smile into my seductive lips and also a sigh of relief. I knew that another client was satisfied with my service. Why not? After all I've been in this venture for two years now. Call me arrogant... maybe over arrogant. No one was able to resist my charm... the great, Damien Dominic Dickins, Dr. Dick-Ins for my after-hours clients. I'm rich and have a reputation of being a playboy, which I lived for. I have the facade of male gynecologist during the day but an experienced dom and sex coach after dusk of Tuesday and Friday. I'm confident with my appearance. Thanks to regular workout, I had chiseled features highlighted by a strong jawline, sharp cheekbones, and my piercing blue eyes that others say to seem to see right through to anyone I look. I was usually described by girls in college as a god who descended to earth, well I am tall, dark, and handsome standing at 6'3" with a toned, athletic build of chiseled abs, broad chest and shoulders and perfectly shaped v-line. I had raven-black hair that is stylishly messy, framing my chiseled face. I always wear that mysterious charismatic bad boy aura. I walk in a confident stride like I own the room with each step. Girls often described my voice as seductive, deep, manly, and sexy. My voice especially during sexual encounters makes the girls I bedded hornier. I rarely smile but when I do, my sultry charming smile is disarming and seductive. I considered my insatiable sexual desires and lust as unnatural. I'm a master in my craft. Being a secret dom, I faced difficulty surrendering control. I often tried to hide my inner Dom when I was with my client, fearing that I might lose control and scared them away. One-night stand became my usual venture whether it was for my "hands-on" service to clinic's clients or casual hook-ups from different girls outside the four corners of the clinic. I never bedded the same girl more than once. I lost interest after hooking up with the girl once. I feel it becomes less pleasurable for me though it's not the same way for the girl, as they became addicted to my touch, but I didn't care about it. I feel like I'm losing interest in the dish I tasted then I go looking and tasting for another one, a NEW one. I saw Alexa and Mia exit the door guiding each other as their legs are probably still wobbly after my monster cock wrecked their delicate pussy. After seeing my satisfied client vanish from view, I walked out of the examination room and started to head to my private office which is located just in front of the examination room. I didn't bother to wear my clothes and shamelessly walked through the corridor fully naked as I was sure that I'm the only one in the clinic. I blink in confusion as I saw dim light still on from the office next door. It was the office of my best friend, Adrian. I thought that Adrian forgot to turn it off so instead of walking to my office, I entered without knocking what I assumed was now an empty office. When I entered, I was greeted by lavender and sandalwood scent inside the office probably coming from fumes in a diffuser. Adrian often used an essential oil diffuser to relax. It was then I realized that I wasn't fully alone, I saw someone sitting in a swivel chair. It was my best friend. He is leaning to his swivel chair with eyes closed while he is massaging his temples. He wasn't aware of my presence as his ears are stuffed with ear buds. He is humming probably the song he was listening to his ear buds. I was unfazed even knowing that I wasn't alone, I approached the table still fully naked. I knocked on the table thrice. Adrian seemed to feel the vibration of my knock from the table, it was only then he opened his eyes. I didn't blame him on what he saw upon opening his eyes and left him shocked. I was standing fully naked in front of his table with my still sweaty body and half-erect cock on display and some traced of cum still on the shaft. "What the fuck, Damien?! Why are you roaming around like that?". He asked with irritation evident in his voice. "Well I thought I was alone so I didn't bother to wear my clothes and I'm headed to shower anyway when I notice the light is still on." I just shrugged. "Still, you shouldn't roam around like that." he answered back. I grinned and casually said "What? It's not like this is the first time you see me fully naked". I'm telling the truth, it wasn't the first time he saw me fully naked... actually we already saw each other fully naked. During our college, there are times that we share girls for a threesome. "That's not the point." Adrian glared at me. " You're a professional now. You should protect the dignity of the profession. It is already wrong to sleep with your client. What if someone from utility or any other passerby saw you like that? How are you gonna handle it?" "Oh that's easy, I'll pay them so they forget what they see. If it happens to be a girl, hmmm... maybe I can seduce her and give her the full experience. I'll stuff my dick into their mouth to keep their mouth shut." "You're really shameless, you know that?" I saw Adrian close his eyes once again. I knew I was getting on his nerves. Typical Adrian. Very Easy to trigger. And I, his best friend and acting like an older brother enjoyed teasing him.ADRIAN'S POVThe faint smell of basil and the lingering heat of our bodies made the air in the kitchen feel heavy. I finally managed to pull my shirt over my head after stepping away from the island, trying to restore some sense of order. Damien, oblivious to my need for propriety, was already back at the stove, stirring the tomato sauce."Seriously, Damien? What's gotten into you? Why do you insist me cooking with only wearing apron?" I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest. The skin on my back still felt slightly slick, demanding a proper wash."We can take a bath later, before bed," Damien said without looking away from the pot. He knew exactly what he was doing, trying to keep the electric tension alive."But now! I need to feel clean first," I insisted. I kept trying to pull him toward the hallway, but he was rooted to the spot.He finally turned, taking the wooden spoon out of the pot, and offered me a wounded, theatrical pout. "You really don't know? I see you once cooking f
DAMIEN'S POVThe heat in the kitchen was no longer just from the stove. Adrian’s lips left me, and the sudden cool air felt like a shock. Sweat slicked our bodies, a testament to the passion that had been simmering beneath the surface. He was still wearing that apron, a strange contrast to his bare skin, and my own body throbbed with an unmet need.I growled, pulling him closer by his waist. "Come here, Adrian," I whispered, my voice rough. "Didn't you say you weren't done yet?" My body pressed against his, my hard cock a firm reminder of what we had started.He leaned back slightly, a playful glint in his eyes. "Let's continue cooking now?" he asked, clearly teasing. The smell of spices mixed with something far more primal, a scent that belonged only to us."Cooking can wait," I growled, my grip tightening. "Dinner can wait. But you… us… we should be finished what we started." I backed him up until his body hit the sleek surface of the kitchen island. Cornered, naked, and with the sc
ADRIAN'S POVThe heat in the kitchen wasn't from the stove. It was all Damien, pressing his fully naked body against mine. I only had an apron on, which felt like nothing at all, a silly barrier against what I truly wanted.Our clothes lay in a forgotten heap on the floor, a testament to how quickly things had escalated. He had me pinned right there, between his sculpted body and the cool kitchen island, and I felt so incredibly hot, so aroused, I could barely breathe."Damien...." The sound came out as a low moan, not even a proper word.His warm breath tickled my ear as he whispered back, "What.... Adrian? Do you also feel the heat?" His voice was deep, a rumble that vibrated right through me.A small part of my brain, the sensible part, tried to break through the fog of desire. "Damien... uhhh, we need to... ahhh cook dinner."It was a weak attempt, I knew, but I had to try, despite the burning desire and the delicious heat I was feeling.He just chuckled, a low, sexy sound. Then,
DAMIEN'S POVThe push cart wheels squeaked quietly as I guided it along the bright, wide aisles of the supermarket. I wasn’t paying attention to the labels or the prices. My focus was entirely on the man walking beside me.Adrian was the picture of focused determination. His brow was slightly furrowed as he scanned the shelf, checking items off the long list he held in one hand. We were planning dinner, and when Adrian planned dinner, it was a serious mission.“We need the big green peppers, not the red ones,” he muttered to himself, reaching up high. I steadied the cart so he wouldn’t lose his balance. Even here, navigating aisles of canned food and produce, he looked beautiful.This was our life.Running errands together, doing the simple, domestic things that felt monumental because we were doing them side by side. I wouldn’t trade this quiet moment for anything. I was deeply, utterly in love with this serious, focused man.Adrian turned back towards me, his eyes quickly scanning t
DAMIEN'S POVThe words seemed to break the last of his resistance. Adrian’s eyes burst with tears. They flowed freely now, washing away the tension that had gripped his features. He didn't try to stop them, just let them pour out, a torrent of relief and lingering grief.I gently wiped the tears away, I wipe it with my fingers, brushing the dampness away from the curve of his cheekbone. I shifted my stance, wrapping my arms fully around him, pulling him into my chest with a ferocity born of fear and love.I hugged Adrian tightly. I held him until I could feel the small, ragged tremor in his body start to fade, until his breathing slowed and synchronized with mine. I was giving him security. I was trying to communicate through the pressure of my arms what words could never fully convey: that he was safe, he was chosen, and he was home."Don't worry about Sienna, or any of the shadows from before," I murmured into his hair, the scent of his cologne strangely comforting amidst the sharp
DAMIEN'S POVWe walked side by side toward the black jeep, but the space between us felt like a chasm. I watched Adrian. His steps were short and careful, like he was afraid the ground might break beneath him. When we finally reached the car, I noticed that his hands were shaking slightly.Damien observe that Adrian was still silent even when they reached the car. I placed my hand on the cool metal of the door, but I didn't open it. I realized that Sienna's words hit Adrian hard even when he tried to deny that he was affected. He was usually so quick with a clever retort, so ready to defend himself, but today, silence was his shield, and it was a terrible sign.“Are you really okay Adrian? You’re very silent.” I spoke softly, trying to filter out the noise of the garage, trying to make my voice the only truth he could hear. “I love you. Please don’t let Sienna’s word tear through you.”He didn't look up. He stood there, shoulders slightly slumped, staring down at the concrete. Adrian