Where are u going

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 3✪4

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Jeffrey.

I kept staring at the door Daniella had just walked through, a smile slowly pulling at my lips. The way she left, head down, body stiff, cheeks red, was almost too easy to read. I leaned back on my desk, chuckling softly.

"Innocent little virgin craving s£x?" I muttered, shaking my head like I’d just solved some puzzle. The memory of her trembling hands, those soft little mo@ns she tried to swallow, the guilty look on her face like she was cursing at herself for wanting it. And that’s exactly why I push people.

The world is filled with liars. People going around pretending to be pure, holy, moral… when deep down, they want this... s£x. They bury their desires, cover them up with fake smiles, Bible quotes, or those annoying polite laughs. But I don’t buy it, i strip them bare. I push them until the truth slips out, until they face themselves for who they really are. This is me doing them a favor and freeing them from their own chains.

Just as I was patting myself on the back for being such a "savior," my phone buzzed. It was an unknown number and as much as I hated picking calls from unknown callers, I did.

"Dr. Jeffrey speaking," I said smoothly.

A woman’s voice came through, soft and nervous. "Can I book you to come to my house? I don’t want anyone to see me coming to you."

My left hand moved up, pinching the bridge of my nose as I leaned back in my seat. "I don’t do home visits anymore."

She hesitated, then lowered her voice even more. "I’ll pay you fifty thousand dollars."

For a second, I just sat there, staring into space. Then I smirked so wide, I almost laughed. Fifty thousand? My ears practically perked up like a dog hearing its food bag rustle. There are two things I love most in this life...money and my job. And she was offering both in one neat package.

"Address," I said flatly, and ended the call before she could even breathe again. A second later, the address popped up on my screen.

I stood, grabbed my coat, and slung it over my arm like I had some fancy runway show to attend. Walking out of my office, I nearly bumped into another doctor in the hall. He was my superior, the man who gave me this Job.

"Jeff.." he called.

"I’m busy, Thomas." I replied, not slowing down.

He squinted at me suspiciously. "Don’t tell me it’s another home service?"

I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped my lips, "Correct." I replied without even looking at him.

"No Jeff, you can't go... you're not permitted. This thing will land you in trouble one day!" he shouted after me.

I raised my hand lazily like I was waving him off. Trouble? Please. We were talking about fifty thousand. That was just a few thousand short of my monthly salary. If that’s trouble, then sign me up.

Pushing through the exit doors, I stepped out, breathing in the soft evening air like a man about to collect a paycheck. Sliding into my car, I started the engine, eyes flicking to the glowing address on my phone.

"Fifty thousand," I muttered with a grin. "This better be worth the gas money."

With that, I hit the road.

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The moment I got home, it was already 9 p.m. It just happened that from that first home visit, I ended up going to four more houses. The numbers spoke for themselves and what I made today wasn’t ordinary. It was the kind of money that reminded me why I was different, why people like me stood apart.

If money had a voice, it would be singing my praises right now.

Not gonna lie though, one of the visits almost ruined my mood. The woman looked me dead in the eye and boldly told me to have s£x with her. I know I’m not some saint. I would’ve gladly "helped" her if she was at least… worth my time. But she wasn’t attractive enough to deserve my dick… didn’t worth it.

Desire is easy, worth is rare and I only take what measures up.

I walked into my bathroom like the charming prince I am, let the hot water wash the day off me. When I stepped out, the mirror didn’t lie... it screamed success, control, untouchable. At twenty-nine, most men were still finding their footing but I had already built my throne.

Once done, I made myself something quick to eat, sat on my bed, and stretched my legs like life was nothing but luxury....Which I guess it is.

Then, out of nowhere, my mind drifted back to Daniella.

"She’s awake right now," I thought, eyes narrowing slightly. "Probably replaying every word I said… maybe even following my instructions exactly... and maybe even taking her second bath by now."

I paused, grabbed my phone, and scrolled to my bio. My fingers tapped quickly as I added my number there. Something in my guts told me I’d be expecting a message from her. My instincts never failed me. And once the message came, I’d delete my number right after.

The innocence in her fascinated me more than I wanted to admit. She wasn’t bold nor curious like others I’d handled in the past. No...she was hesitant, fragile, almost afraid of herself. That fear made her different. The fear in her eyes when she sat in my office, the way her hands fidgeted like she was committing a crime just by feeling something...it made her so damn interesting....It made her worth my time.

Normally, Innocent girls need the right hand to guide them. They’re like little lambs staring at the grass but afraid to chew and I’m just the shepherd, pointing them in the right direction and helping them embrace the desires they keep locked up.

I leaned back against the headboard, eyes fixed on my screen. One minute passed, yet nothing, but I didn’t look away. Waiting had never bothered me because what was inevitable always came.

Then it happened. The vibration in my hand.

When I looked at my screen, I almost rolled my eyes. It was happening again! There were more that a hundred text, but It was nothing strange. Maybe I'll have to change my phone number again...I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve done that because of random messages like these.

As I scrolled through the messages, my eyes landed on a message that was different from the rest. 

"Hi, is this doctor Jeffery?"

I raised a brow, lips twitching into a grin. The message was incomplete...half shy, half scared, but I already knew it was her.

Another message came in.

"If yes, this is Daniella Wilson."

A grin spread across my face as I chuckled quietly “I’m not just any type of therapist...I’m their savior."

Her savior.

I sat there, staring at her name glowing on my screen. She had just taken her first step toward me and that alone was fascinating.

"Ella, welcome to my world... the world where you’ll find all the answers you’re desperate for.” I muttered softly.

DANIELLA. 

I wasn’t planning to message Doctor Jeffery, but I couldn’t help it…

After I left his office earlier today, I went back to school like nothing happened, then came home. But the truth is everything he said, everything he did in that office, stayed in my mind. It clung to me like perfume I couldn’t wash off. The way he looked at me, the way his words slid into my mind… they got me wet even when I tried to fight it.

At home, the house was quiet. My mom wasn’t back like she had said and that usually gave me relief, but tonight it only made me restless. I thought maybe I’d just shower, do my thing, and sleep early, but instead, my cravings only got worse.

Usually, sleep vanishes from my eyes around 4am in the morning because of my usual wet dreams, but now, it wasn’t even 10pm and I was awake.

I hadn’t been asleep for an hour before I woke up trembling, my body screaming for release.

I tried distracting myself since then, reading, walking around the room, even exercising like Doctor Jeffery suggested. At first, I thought it worked, but the heat in my body just kept coming back stronger.

So I ran a second bath, hoping the cold water would calm me. But instead, in the bathroom, as the water came in contact with my body, I started to imagine Doctor Jeffery right there with me, his breath warm against my ear. My eyes shut on their own and it was as if his hands were on my body, pressing against my chest, squeezing my b00bs firmly. I bit down on my lower lip, a mo@n escaping without my permission. The way his words echoed in my mind didn’t help at all...

"You’ll be back. women like you always come back to the one who knows how to break them properly,”

Those words kept repeating inside me, and I hated how much I wanted him to break me. That was why I ended up messaging him.

I waited, staring at the screen after the message had long showed 'read' but there was no reply.

"Is he joking with me?" I whispered, biting my lip.

Frustrated, I opened one of those short forbidden p0rn videos I kept hidden. The loud mo@n of a girl filled my room, and instantly my thighs pressed together. I tried to resist, but my body betrayed me and my hand moved on its own.

I stared at my fingers, trembling. Slowly, I brought one to my mouth, licking it before sliding it down. My panties shifted to the side under my other hand. Then...gawd help me...I pushed the finger to my clit.

A shaky moan escaped me just by doing that. Then I pushed further, my finger getting to my v@ginal opening...

Another soft mo@n escape my mouth.

At first, I started slowly, moving my finger in and out, but it didn’t feel like enough. My chest rose and fell quickly, but my frustration grew. I wasn’t doing it right. So I closed my eyes and decided to imagine it wasn’t my finger...it was his. Doctor Jeffery’s fingers. His long s£xy fingers had caught my attention the instant I stepped into his office and I knew those fingers knew exactly where to touch.

My head tilted back, lips parting as I quickened my pace. The thought of him being the one touching me, fingering me made me lose control. 

"Jeff...ery…" I whispered before I even knew I had said his name.

My breath grew faster...this was wrong for a good girl like me. It was shameful, but it felt so good..

A knock at my door froze me.

"Ella?"

 My mom’s voice.

I froze, my whole body tensing. I pulled my fingers away immediately, rushing into the bathroom to wash myself. My heart raced so fast I thought it would explode. After cleaning up, I rushed to my desk and flipped open my books.

When I opened the door, my mom stood there, strict as always, her eyes sharp as if they could see right through me.

"Mom, you’re back," I said, trying not to sound nervous. My voice was shaky, but I prayed she didn’t notice.

Instead of answering, her eyes looked past me, straight to my desk.

"I was reading," I explained quickly.

She said nothing for a long second, then her tone softened just a little. "We’ll talk tomorrow, then."

I nodded fast. "Goodnight, Mom."

She smiled faintly, kissed my forehead before walking away.

The moment the door closed, I let out a deep, shaky breath, my whole body trembling. I wasn’t just scared of my mom....I was terrified of disappointing her. She had raised me alone, fought so hard after divorcing my dad. I owed her everything. I wanted to be the perfect daughter she deserved, the good kind of example... both at home and at school.

But I wasn’t.

I was tired of faking it. Tired of pretending I didn’t want what I wanted. Deep down....I craved exposure. I wanted a boyfriend. I wanted friends. I wanted s£x.

I was tired of hiding who I really was… but I also knew there was nothing I could openly do about it.

With a slow sigh, I went back to my bed, trying to calm my restless thoughts. And just then...my phone vibrated.

It was a message from Doctor Jeffery.

"Even f!ngering needs steps."

I stared at the text, my brows raising. That was all he wrote.

"This man…" I whispered. "He’s a psycho."

He wasn’t helping me, he was making things worse.

I threw the phone aside and went to my desk. "The only way to stop these dreams," I muttered, "is not to sleep. Final."

So I buried myself in my books, forcing my eyes to stay on the pages.

But even then, my fingers tingled...And his words wouldn’t leave me.

….

The next morning, I was already dressed, though my body still felt heavy from lack of sleep. The dreams had chased me into waking, as always.

Mom sat in the living room with a book in her hand, her back straight and stiff like a judge waiting for the guilty to show up. I greeted her softly, but she didn’t answer. She just glanced at me, then went back to her reading.

We stayed silent through breakfast. When I finished eating, I cleared my plate into the sink and slowly sat down beside her.

“Mom… I’m about to leave for class, but you said you wanted to discuss something with me.”

She closed her book slowly, almost dramatically, and looked at me. “Where were you yesterday morning? I heard you skipped two classes.”

My heart skipped. How did I forget that Mom had eyes everywhere when it came to school?

“I wasn’t feeling well, so I went to the hospital,” I said carefully.

Her eyes narrowed. “Mrs. Colbert said you never showed up.”

I blinked. Mrs. Colbert was our family doctor, the one Mom insisted was my only option whenever I fell sick.

"I..."

"I hope you're not trying to lie, Daniella?"

She was calling me by my full name, not the usual ‘Ella’ and I knew exactly where this conversation was headed.

"Lying is like ink spilled across a clean page. You skip one class, then another, and soon your chapters are full of blanks. And once a book is ruined... it's useless." She said then faced me properly.

"Daniella, where were you?" She asked again..

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