Chapter 4: Climax
“Get on your knees faggot”
Dr. Stark commanded, her voice husky with desire. Patrick hesitated briefly before lowering himself to the cold floor, his knees pressing against the unforgiving tiles. He glanced up at Dr. Stark, meeting her fiery gaze. Her eyes were filled with lust, and her lips curled into a sultry smile. Her presence loomed large over him, casting a shadow that enveloped him entirely.
He felt himself falling into a trance, his senses heightened as he surrendered to her will. Each command she uttered sliced through the veil of inhibition, exposing the raw, insatiable hunger that lay beneath his façade of propriety.
"Stroke yourself for me, Patrick," she demanded, her voice like velvet wrapped around steel. His breathing quickened, his pulse racing as he hesitated only momentarily before reaching down to wrap his fingers around his rigid shaft. He began to pump rhythmically, his movements growing faster and more urgent with each passing second.