Chapter 3: The Mentor’s Dangerous Assignment

Elara stayed on her side, facing the ceiling. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and mixed with the last traces of his cum on her chin. She wiped her face with the sheet and tried to breathe normally. Her throat felt raw. Her body ached in places she didn’t want to think about.

Morning came too soon. Elara got up quietly, showered, and dressed for work. She chose a fitted white blouse and pencil skirt that showed her hourglass shape. Victor was still in bed when she left. She didn’t wake him.

At the hospital, the usual busy morning waited for her. Elara moved through her rounds, checking charts and talking to patients. One older man grabbed her hand after his check-up.

“Dr. Voss, you really know what you’re doing,” he said. “Last night was the first time in years I could… you know.”

Elara gave him a small smile. “I’m glad it helped. Keep doing the exercises I showed you. We’ll make it even better next time.”

She finished her morning appointments and headed to her office. Dr. Harlan Graves was already waiting inside, flipping through a thick file on her desk. He looked up when she walked in.

“Elara, sit down,” he said. “I need to talk to you about a special case.”

She closed the door and sat across from him. “My schedule is full this week, Dr. Graves. I have three new patients and follow-ups every day.”

Graves leaned back in the chair. “I know. But this one is different. I want you to take him personally. No other doctor.”

Elara raised an eyebrow. “Who is it?”

Graves slid the file toward her. “Dante Moretti. Thirty years old. Severe erectile dysfunction that hasn’t responded to anything. Medications, therapy, nothing works. And there’s something else. He has a rare allergic reaction to women. Skin contact causes hives, swelling, breathing issues. Every female doctor and nurse we tried had to leave the room.”

Elara opened the file. The first thing she saw was the photo. Dante stared straight at the camera. Dark eyes, sharp jaw, tattooed neck disappearing under his shirt. He looked dangerous even in a simple headshot.

Her stomach did a strange flip and heat bloomed low between her thighs. She pressed her legs together under the desk.

“Why me?” she asked, keeping her voice steady.

“Because you’re the best,” Graves said. “Your success rate with difficult cases is higher than anyone in the department. And for some reason, his chart notes that he had no reaction when a male nurse touched him during intake. But we need a real examination. You’re the only one I trust to handle this carefully.”

Elara flipped through the pages. Notes about trauma, failed treatments, and one line that stood out: Patient reports no allergic response during brief contact with Dr. Elara Voss’s name listed as possible contact.

She looked up. “I’ve never met him.”

Graves shrugged. “Maybe the system pulled your name for a reason. The point is, he needs someone who won’t trigger the allergy. Make him hard, Elara. Figure out what his body needs. This could be big for the hospital if we solve it.”

Elara closed the file. Her fingers felt warm against the paper. “My schedule—”

“Clear two slots a week for him,” Graves cut in. “Private room in the east wing. No interruptions. I already told the board. They approved extra pay for you.”

She stared at the photo again. Those dark eyes seemed to look right through her. The heat between her legs grew stronger. She shifted in her seat.

“I’ll take the case,” she said finally.

Graves stood up and patted her shoulder. “Good. I knew you would. Review the file tonight. First session is tomorrow afternoon. Make it count.”

He left her office. Elara sat there for a long minute, staring at Dante’s picture. She touched the edge of the photo with her thumb. Her nipples tightened against her bra. She closed the file quickly and put it in her bag.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of appointments and meetings. By the time she got home, the sun had set. Victor was waiting in the living room, drink in hand.

“You’re late again,” he said.

“Long day,” Elara replied. She set her bag down and started toward the bedroom.

Victor stood and blocked her path. “What’s on your mind? You look distracted.”

“Nothing important,” she said.

He grabbed her chin and tilted her face up. “Don’t lie to me. I can tell when something’s different. Did some patient get you wet today?”

Elara’s heart beat faster. “It was just work.”

Victor smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her hard. His hand slid under her skirt and cupped her ass.

“You’re mine,” he said against her mouth. “Remember that.”

He turned her around and pushed her toward the bedroom. Elara went without fighting. Inside, he shoved her onto the bed on her stomach.

“Ass up,” he ordered.

She got on her knees, face pressed into the pillow. Victor yanked her skirt up and panties down. He spit on his hand and rubbed it between her cheeks.

“No,” Elara whispered. “Not there tonight. I’m still sore from last time.”

Victor laughed softly. “You’ll take what I give you.”

He pressed the head of his cock against her tight asshole and pushed in slowly. Elara gasped and gripped the sheets. The burn was sharp. She bit the pillow to stay quiet.

Victor groaned as he sank deeper. “So fucking tight. This is what you get for lying to me.”

He started thrusting, slow and deep at first, then harder. Each stroke stretched her. Pain mixed with the leftover ache from earlier. Elara’s eyes watered.

“Tell me you like it,” he said, gripping her hips.

“I like it,” she forced out.

“Louder.”

“I like it, Victor!”

He reached under her and rubbed her clit roughly while he fucked her ass. Elara’s body betrayed her again. Wetness dripped from her pussy onto the sheets. Her moans grew real even though she hated it.

Victor leaned down, chest against her back. “You’re going to come with my cock in your ass. Do it.”

He rubbed her clit faster. The pressure built fast. Elara came hard, her whole body shaking. Victor groaned and thrust deep one last time, filling her ass with hot cum.

He stayed inside her for a moment, breathing heavy. Then he pulled out slowly. Cum leaked from her sore hole and ran down her thigh.

Victor stood up and zipped his pants. “Clean up and make dinner. And stop thinking about work when you’re with me.”

He walked out of the room.

Elara stayed on the bed, face in the pillow. Her ass throbbed. Fresh bruises formed on her hips where his fingers had dug in. She touched one of the marks lightly.

Her mind went back to the file photo. Dante Moretti. Those dark eyes. The way her body had reacted in the office.

She wondered why the thought of examining Dante Moretti made her pussy clench.