CHAPTER 34: UNEASY STILLNESS

Devon emerged from the shower, the hot water still beading on his skin like dew on polished marble. Steam billowed around him, carrying the faint scent of his expensive body wash with a hint of sandalwood that clung to his pores. He ran a hand through his damp hair, pushing it back from his forehead, and a broad, predatory smile curved his lips. Sophie had slipped away already, no doubt slinking off in that ruined gown, her body still aching from the pounding he’d given her.

The thought sent a thrill through him, his cock twitching slightly at the memory of her clenching pussy milking him dry, her desperate pleas echoing in his ears. "Breed me," she’d begged, her voice raw and broken. He’d left her a dripping mess, cum leaking from her ravaged cunt, and the satisfaction of it all made him feel invincible.

But as he reached for the towel, draping it loosely around his hips, a nagging itch scratched at the back of his mind. The wardrobe. He’d been so lost in fucking Sophie senseless, slamming into her over and over until she squirted and screamed, that he hadn’t paid it much attention. Now, in the quiet aftermath, suspicion crept in like a shadow. His smile faded slightly, replaced by a furrowed brow.

He crossed the room in a few long strides, the towel slipping a bit lower on his hips, exposing the muscle leading down to his groin. With a firm yank, he flung the doors open, his eyes scanning the empty interior. Nothing. Just bare shelves and a faint musty smell. He exhaled slowly, shaking his head. Paranoia, that’s all it was.

Sophie had been too cum-drunk to scheme, her mind shattered by the orgasms he’d forced from her traitorous body. Still, the unease lingered, a quiet whisper that something wasn’t right.

The scene dissolved into the crisp, clinical air of his office, where the hum of the air conditioning mixed with the distant beeps of medical equipment down the hall.

Devon had shed the towel entirely now, standing naked behind his desk, his body a testament to disciplined power, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, abs etched like stone, and thighs thick with muscle from years of rigorous training. He didn’t bother dressing yet, why should he? His cock hung heavy between his legs, still semi-erect from the lingering high of his encounter with Sophie, the veined shaft thick and imposing even at rest, the head slightly flushed from recent use.

The door swung open without a knock, or perhaps there had been one, faint and ignored in his reverie. In stepped a young female nurse, her crisp white uniform hugging her curves just enough to hint at the lithe body beneath. She was new, he noted idly, early twenties, with wide doe eyes, flushed cheeks, and hair pulled back in a neat ponytail that swayed as she moved. Her name tag read "Emma," She clutched a clipboard to her chest like a shield, her steps hesitant as she entered the room, her gaze initially fixed on the floor.

Then she looked up.

Her eyes met his first, cold, commanding blue, and she froze, but it was only a prelude. Her gaze dipped involuntarily, drawn downward by the sheer presence of him, sweeping over his chiseled chest, the trail of dark hair leading south, until it landed on his cock. Oh God, she thought, her breath catching in her throat.

It was massive, ridiculous in its proportions, the length easily six or seven inches even soft, hanging there like a weapon, the girth so thick she wondered if her fingers could wrap around it. The skin was smooth, veined ridges pulsing faintly, the heavy balls beneath swaying slightly as he shifted his weight.

A faint sheen of moisture clung to it from the shower, making it glisten under the office lights. How could something be that big? That... intimidating? Her mind raced with unbidden images? what it would feel like stretching her, filling her completely, the way it might throb inside her, pounding against her deepest spots until she screamed.

Heat flooded her face, a deep crimson blush spreading from her cheeks down her neck, and she felt a treacherous warmth pooling between her legs, her pussy clenching involuntarily at the sight. No, no, this is wrong, she scolded herself, but her body betrayed her, nipples hardening against the thin fabric of her bra, a slickness building in her panties. She’d heard whispers about Devon, the hospital’s golden boy, and seeing it, that monstrous cock just dangling there, unashamed and dominant, made her knees weak. She imagined it hardening, growing even larger, the head swelling as it pushed into her, splitting her open with brutal force. Her thighs pressed together subtly, trying to quell the ache, but it only made her more aware of how wet she was getting.

Realizing she’d been staring. gawking, really, her mouth slightly agape, she slammed her eyes shut, spinning on her heel toward the door. "S-sorry! Oh God, I’m so sorry!" she blurted, her voice high-pitched and trembling, the clipboard nearly slipping from her sweaty palms. "I-I knocked, I swear, multiple times, and there was no answer—I didn’t mean to intrude, I just—please, forgive me!" Her heart hammered in her chest, a mix of mortification and forbidden arousal churning in her gut.

How could she face him now? Would he fire her? Or worse, would he notice the way her body had reacted, the subtle squirm as she fought the urge to glance back?

Devon watched her flounder, his expression unchanging save for a subtle shake of his head, as if her reaction was both predictable and tiresome. He made no move to cover himself, standing there in all his naked glory, his cock still the unspoken centerpiece of the room.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, he could smell her nervousness, see the way her body tensed, and he wondered idly if she was imagining it buried deep in her tight little cunt, making her moan like Sophie had. But business first. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice a low rumble, authoritative and laced with impatience, cutting through her apologies like a scalpel.

Emma swallowed hard, forcing herself to turn back just enough to face him without looking below his waist, though her peripheral vision betrayed her, catching glimpses of that impossible girth. Her pussy throbbed at the thought, a guilty pulse that made her shift her weight. Keep it professional, she chanted inwardly, but the image was seared into her brain, the way it hung, heavy and veined, promising devastation. "Th-the new equipment and machines you asked about... they’re here," she managed, her words tumbling out in a rush. "The director’s calling for you. He wants you there right away."

Devon nodded once, his eyes boring into hers with that piercing intensity that made her feel exposed, as if he could see right through her uniform to the damp spot forming in her panties. "Fine," he replied curtly, his tone dismissing her as easily as if she were an afterthought. "Tell him I’ll be there shortly." He turned slightly, giving her another unintended view of his profile, his cock swaying with the motion, and she bit her lip to suppress a whimper.

"Y-yes, sir," she stammered, backing out of the room, her legs unsteady as she fled down the hallway. The door clicked shut behind her, but the image lingered, haunting her thoughts. that cock, so thick, so commanding. She pressed a hand to her chest, trying to steady her breathing, but the ache between her legs only grew, a secret shame she’d replay in her mind later, alone in her bed.

Devon dressed methodically, slipping into his crisp shirt and slacks, the fabric hugging his form. The nurse’s reaction amused him briefly, a fresh face, ripe for the taking if he cared to pursue it.