ELIAS’S POV

I was supposed to be a respected surgeon. Controlled. Professional. Feared in the operating room for my precision and cold demeanor.

Yet here I was, sitting in the back row of a nearly empty late-night cinema with my obsessed little patient Nova Vale straddling my lap in the dark, her soaked pussy grinding slowly against the thick bulge of my cock through my slacks.

The movie was some forgettable thriller, loud enough to mask the wet sounds we were making. The theater was almost deserted — only a few scattered people in the front rows. Perfect.

Nova wore a short sundress with nothing underneath, just like I’d ordered....