Chapter 5: Aggression as Armor

As he buttoned his shirt, Dante murmured, “You’re shaking, Doctor.” Elara realized she was and it wasn’t from fear.

She pulled her hands behind her back so he wouldn’t see. “The exam is over, Mr. Moretti. You can get dressed and leave. I’ll send the report to Dr. Graves.”

Dante finished the last button and rolled his shoulders. The black shirt stretched across his chest. “You didn’t finish the full stimulation test. You stopped early.”

Elara’s face grew hot. She picked up her clipboard and held it like a shield. “I got enough data for today. We’ll schedule the next session if needed.”

He stood up slowly. “If needed? You felt it twitch in your hand, Doctor. That’s more than any other doctor has managed in two years.”

Elara turned away and started writing notes. Her pen moved too fast across the paper. “This is a medical case. Not a conversation. Please leave.”

Dante didn’t move. “You’re angry. Why?”

“I’m not angry,” she said sharply. “I’m busy. I have other patients waiting.”

He took one step closer. “Your hands were steady until you touched me. Then your breathing changed. Your nipples got hard under that white coat. I saw it.”

Elara’s head snapped up. “That’s enough. You don’t get to speak to me like that.”

Dante’s mouth curved into a small, calm smile. “I’m just telling you what I noticed. Most women make my skin burn. You don’t. That means something.”

She slammed the clipboard down on the desk. “It means nothing. This is my job. I touch patients every day. You are not special.”

Dante watched her quietly. “Then why are you trying so hard to push me out the door?”

Elara’s hands shook as she gathered her things. The memory of his thick cock resting heavy in her palm flashed through her mind. She could still feel the warmth. The slight twitch when she stroked it. Her panties were soaked. The lace stuck to her swollen folds.

“Enough,” she said. Her voice rose. “You are difficult. Arrogant. I don’t have time for patients who don’t cooperate. I want you to request another doctor.”

Dante tilted his head. “You’re the only one who can touch me without a reaction. Dr. Graves already told me that. You’re stuck with me, Doctor Voss.”

“I’m not stuck with anyone,” Elara snapped. She stepped around the desk and pointed at the door. “Switch doctors. Tell Graves you want someone else. I don’t care who. Just get out of my schedule.”

He didn’t move toward the door. Instead he leaned against the exam bed, arms crossed. “You’re wet right now, aren’t you? I can see it in the way you keep pressing your thighs together.”

Elara’s mouth fell open. Heat rushed to her face. “How dare you.”

“I dare because it’s true,” Dante said calmly. “Your body reacts to me the same way mine reacts to you. Even if my cock is still soft, it wants to listen to you.”

She walked right up to him. Her finger poked his chest. “Listen to me very carefully. I am a married woman. A professional. I fix problems, I don’t create them. You will request a transfer today or I will tell Graves you are non-compliant.”

Dante looked down at her finger on his chest. He didn’t flinch. “You can tell him whatever you want. But we both know the truth. You felt something when you held me. Your breath caught. Your hands wanted to squeeze tighter.”

“Stop,” Elara said. Her voice cracked. She pulled her hand back like she had been burned.

Dante’s eyes softened just a little, but the calm stayed. “Why are you fighting so hard? I’m not asking you to sleep with me. I’m asking you to do your job. Help me get hard again. That’s all.”

“That’s not all,” she whispered. “You look at me like… like you see everything.”

“Because I do,” he said simply. “You’re angry at your body for wanting this. You’re angry at me for making it happen. But pushing me away won’t make the feeling go away.”

Elara turned away from him. She walked to the door and gripped the handle. Her heart hammered against her ribs. Between her legs, her pussy throbbed. The damp spot on her thong had grown bigger. She could feel it every time she moved.

“Get out,” she said. “Now.”

Dante picked up his jacket from the chair. He put it on slowly. “I’ll see you at the next appointment, Doctor. Unless you really convince Graves to change me. But we both know you won’t.”

He stopped right beside her at the door. Close enough that she could smell his clean skin and something darker underneath.

“Thank you for the exam,” he said quietly. “It was the first time in years I felt anything at all.”

Elara didn’t answer. She kept her eyes on the floor.

Dante opened the door himself and stepped out. Before he left, he looked back once. “Try not to think about me too much tonight.”

The door clicked shut behind him.

Elara stood there for a long moment. Then she slammed the door hard with both hands. The sound echoed down the empty hallway.

Her heart hammered. She leaned her forehead against the cool wood and closed her eyes. The image of Dante’s thick cock twitching in her hand wouldn’t leave her mind. The way his abs tightened when she touched him. The calm way he watched her even when she shouted.

She hated it.

She hated how wet she was.

She hated that her body had betrayed her again, just like it did every night with Victor.

Elara locked the exam room door from the inside. She leaned back against it and slid one hand under her white coat. Her fingers pressed against the soaked lace between her legs. A small moan escaped before she could stop it.

She yanked her hand away like it had touched fire.

“No,” she whispered to the empty room. “This is not happening.”

She grabbed her bag and left the room quickly. On the way to her office, she passed Dr. Graves in the hallway.

“Elara,” he called. “How did the session with Moretti go?”

She forced a smile. “Fine. He’s difficult. I suggested he switch doctors.”

Graves frowned. “He can’t switch. You’re the only one who can touch him. The allergy is real. I already checked with three other specialists. They all had reactions.”

Elara’s shoulders dropped. “Then maybe he should find a male doctor for the psychological part.”

“He needs a urologist,” Graves said. “And you’re the best. Don’t let one difficult patient rattle you. You handle worse every week.”

She nodded and kept walking. “Yes, sir.”

Back in her office, Elara sat at her desk and stared at the wall. Her panties were still wet. Every time she shifted, she felt the damp fabric rub against her swollen clit.

She opened Dante’s file again. His photo stared back at her. Those dark eyes seemed to know exactly what she was feeling.

Elara slammed the file shut.

She grabbed her phone and texted Victor.

“I’ll be home late. Emergency case.”

His reply came fast. “Don’t make me wait too long. You know what happens when you do.”

Elara put the phone down. Her hands were still shaking.

She slammed the door behind him, heart hammering. But the damp spot on her lace thong told a different story and one she refused to name.