Hel & Veritas

The Desire

The rest of Fiorenza's day at the hospital blurred into a series of routine check-ups with recovering patients. Yet, beneath the surface of her professional demeanor, her mind replayed the intense encounter with Dr. Mikhailov. The way his gaze had lingered on her body sparked a surprising warmth low in her belly. His questions had been polite, standard inquiries, but his voice... that deep, resonant rumble had felt like a slow, wet caress, raising goosebumps in its wake.

After her shift ended, she changed back into her vibrant red top and black pants, the memory of Dr. Mikhailov's intense eyes still clinging to her like a phantom touch. Before leaving the hospital, she stopped by Dr. Brevinska's office to collect the medical files for several patients scheduled for minor surgeries in the coming week, a responsible start to her new role.

Deciding to treat herself, Fiorenza made a quick detour to the grocery store. A celebratory dinner was in order for surviving her first day: her mother's comforting breakfast lasagna and decadent red velvet cupcakes. She also had a mental note to call Marcella; her best friend would be booking the next flight to New York, armed with her lethal Jimmy Choos, if Fiorenza didn't spill all the day's "tea" immediately.

A sigh escaped her lips as she stepped into the quiet of her condo. A pang of sadness hit her – she wouldn't be able to share this milestone with her mama and papa in person. They were likely already asleep, Paris being well past midnight. Kicking off her beloved red Louboutins and placing the grocery bags on the kitchen counter, she twisted her dark hair into a messy bun. As she began gathering her ingredients, the sudden ring of her phone shattered the peaceful silence. A frown creased her brow until she saw the caller ID, and a wide grin instantly illuminated her face. It was a video call from her parents, looking cozy in their pajamas, nestled in their bed, but clearly not ready for sleep.

“Mama, Papa!” she squealed, the sound bubbling up with the same unrestrained joy of the toddler who adored being carried everywhere by her papa. Rebecca chuckled, her heart warming at her daughter’s obvious happiness. Her dad, who was making a valiant effort to appear grumpy, couldn’t maintain the facade any longer and a fond smile softened his features as he looked at his "little baby."

“How was my bambina’s first day at work? Do I need to sue someone for hurting her?” he grumbled, a hint of genuine protective anger in his voice. Rebecca shook her head at her husband’s predictable reaction. During her pregnancy, a fleeting fear had crossed her mind – would Christopher, like her own parents, have preferred a son? But all those doubts had vanished the moment she saw him weeping with joy, thanking her endlessly for the precious gift of their daughter.

Once Rebecca had tentatively asked if he ever wanted another child, and Christopher had vehemently refused. “All I ever needed was you, and then you gave me my preciosa bambina! And I know anything that comes from you will always be the most precious gift, amor. But I can’t share my love for my baby with anyone else. So no, amor, I don’t want another child. My Fiorenza is all I want and all I will ever need, along with you!” he had declared, his eyes tender as he watched their daughter chasing her Nonno Carlo in the garden.

Rebecca was pulled from her reverie by her precious daughter’s laughter. “No, Papa, I had the best day at work!” Fiorenza began recounting the events of her day, her voice animated as she started preparing dinner. Rebecca knew her baby would be missing them, and Christopher had been moping around, wanting to talk to his daughter, so they had decided to surprise her with the late-night video call. “I was so scared, but you always taught me to stand up for what’s right!” she told them, her voice filled with a newfound confidence that made her parents’ hearts swell with pride.

“Mama, it’s way past midnight there! Why aren’t you two asleep yet?” she asked, glancing at the time as she plated her lasagna, realizing they had been chatting for over forty-five minutes. Her beautiful mama smiled, a warm, maternal expression that made Fiorenza’s lips tremble. “How could we not celebrate our precious baby’s first day at work together?” she asked. “I miss you two so much!” Fiorenza said, her voice catching in a sniffle that instantly wiped the smiles from her parents’ faces. Christopher immediately grabbed his phone calling someone and barked orders into it. “Eric, cancel all my meetings for next week. Call Giselle and reschedule Rebecca’s appointments. Prepare the jet for tomorrow morning. We are flying to New York and will be staying there for a week!” He hung up with a decisive click. Fiorenza’s eyes widened in disbelief, while Rebecca sighed, a mixture of exasperation and affection on her face. She knew her daughter-obsessed husband was going to lose it after seeing Fiorenza’s momentary sadness. But honestly, she had been thinking the same thing. Three days felt like an eternity without her baby.

Fiorenza was stunned for a second, then let out a joyful shriek, realizing she would be seeing her mama and papa tomorrow. “Ti amo papà!” she blew a big flying kiss to her father, who caught it with a happy sigh. “And what about me, hm? Shall I not receive a visit?” Rebecca asked, playfully pouting at her daughter. Fiorenza chuckled and leaned closer to the screen, widening her green eyes. “Mama, if you don’t come, who will kiss me and baby me more than Papa?” she replied, mirroring her mother’s pout. “Little brat!” her father muttered, but a wide smile stretched across his face as he hugged his wife, his gaze fixed on his daughter.

Fiorenza continued talking to her parents until she finished her dinner. The anticipation of seeing them, even after just three days apart, bubbled within her. After cleaning up, she indulged in a much-needed hot shower and changed into a slinky satin camisole and shorts set that barely concealed her full breasts and round, bouncy ass. She slipped into bed, hoping sleep would soon follow.

But sleep remained elusive. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the enigmatic surgeon who had been a recurring figure in her fantasies for years. It had started innocently enough, a harmless crush at fifteen. His sharp jawline and piercing silver eyes always sent a warm flush to her cheeks whenever she watched his conference videos. Slowly, that innocent admiration had morphed into something more intense, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. She had even started secretly listening to recordings of his speeches on repeat, like an addict craving their next fix.

Despite never having kissed a man, Fiorenza often found herself pleasuring herself in the privacy of her room, his recorded interviews playing softly in the background, her naked body spread across her bed, her fingers exploring her own desires, moaning his name like a forbidden prayer.

Tonight, sleep seemed a distant dream. Fiorenza rose from her bed and stood before the large mirror beside her dresser. She admired her curvy body, a confident smirk playing on her lips. Her fingers traced lightly across her pale collarbone, down to the delicate straps of her camisole. With a careless shrug, she pushed the straps off her shoulders, letting the silky top slide down, revealing her already erect n*****s, begging for attention. Closing her eyes, she ran her hands down her breasts, pushing the top further until it pooled at her hips, then slipped down her legs to the floor. Opening her eyes, she watched her body sway gently, biting her lip as her cherry-cola painted nails pushed her shorts down as well, until they joined the discarded camisole.

She walked, her hips swaying, to the dresser and opened a drawer secured by her fingerprint, retrieving a sleek red vibrator. Returning to her bed, she lay down, spreading her legs towards the closed and curtained balcony. Inserting two fingers into her mouth, she moistened them and then trailed them down her body to her swollen c******s, already throbbing with the force of her fantasies about the intense surgeon. She began circling her c**t, a soft moan escaping her lips. “Mmh…” The sensation was exquisite, her fingers gliding through her slick, eager folds. “Ohh…” she whimpered as the pleasure shot from her c**t to her tight n*****s. Her other hand cupped her left breast, her fingers teasing her n****e, a cry of pleasure escaping her as she imagined Xenia’s sharp teeth gently tugging at her. A thin sheen of sweat coated her body, and suddenly, she couldn’t suppress the urge to call his name. “Ohhhh Xen…” she moaned aloud, a raw expression of her forbidden desire for her boss. Her hand trembled as she moved it from her breast and picked up the waiting vibrator. She licked it slowly before switching it on, the low hum filling the quiet room. Replacing her fingers with the vibrating head against her c******s, a loud moan instantly tore from her throat. “Ahhhh Xen, please, please, please!” she chanted like a broken record, her body shivering uncontrollably, desperate for release. She rubbed the vibrator against her c**t with increasing intensity, each pulse a vivid imagining of her boss’s hungry gaze sweeping over her body. That was all it took. A strangled scream ripped from her as she came, the o****m hitting her like a freight train, her body convulsing and twitching with the overwhelming sensations.

She tossed the vibrator aside carelessly and fell back onto the sweat-soaked sheets, gasping for breath, her heart pounding wildly. Her trembling fingers swiped through her still-wet core, collecting the evidence of her pleasure, which she then brought to her mouth, moaning softly with closed eyes, the image of the big, grumpy surgeon with silver eyes filling her mind. Pulling her fingers from her mouth, she traced them lightly across her breast as sleep finally began to claim her.

She didn’t notice the dark silhouette standing silently near the window shrouded in the darkness as she sighed and drifted into a deep slumber.

Only if she knew that the man she was moaning about had watched and heard every move, every flick of her wrist, every breath, every single sound that escaped her lips, including the fervent utterance of his name.

Only if she knew that she had unknowingly become a predator’s willing little prey.