Milf Hunter: Seducing And Taming Beauties

Chapter 208: In The Hospital

I took Olivia by the waist, guiding her into the hospital. As we stepped through the automatic doors, I leaned down and whispered in her ear, ”Itʼs showtime, slut. Act panicked. Make them believe youʼre the distraught wife.”

Olivia immediately began to sob, her eyes welling up with tears as she put on a convincing display of emotion. She approached the reception desk, her voice choked with feigned distress. ”Please, my husband... he was in an accident. His name is Miguel Torres. Where is he? What happened?” she cried, her body trembling with fake desperation.

The hospital staff looked up, their faces filled with sympathy and concern. ”Maʼam, your husband is in the operating theater right now. He was in a serious accident. His car crashed into a road barrier and was found collapsed on the road. Some passersby called the ambulance directly,” the staff member explained, their voice professional yet gentle.

I smirked internally, knowing that under the Absolute Hypnosis, Miguel believed he would die for sure if he crashed into a barrier, but he survived, at least for now. I wondered if he would still try to get into an accident right away if he woke up. That would be interesting to watch unfold.

The staff member continued, ”Heʼs in surgery right now. You can wait outside the operating theater. Weʼll update you as soon as we have more information.”

Olivia looked at me, her eyes wide with a mix of fake emotion and genuine excitement. I nodded, encouraging her to continue the charade. She turned back to the staff member, her voice trembling. ”Thank you, thank you so much,” she sobbed, before turning and running towards the operating theater, her fake tears streaming down her face.

I followed close behind, my eyes scanning the hospital staff as we passed. I noticed several female nurses and staff members staring at me, their eyes filled with curiosity and admiration. I smirked, knowing that it must be my charm, my dominance, my sheer fucking presence that drew their attention.

As we approached the operating theater, Oliviaʼs feigned sobs escalated, laced with a desperate, sensual edge. She dramatically collapsed into a chair, her body quaking with the force of her performed emotions. I stood beside her, my hand resting possessively on her shoulder, exuding control and support.

I leaned down, my voice low and intense. ”Youʼre incredible,” I murmured, my breath hot on her ear. We waited, the air thick with tension until the doctor emerged.

Olivia instantly transformed into an anxious wife, her voice laced with false emotion. ”Doctor, please, how is my husband?” she asked, her eyes wide and beseeching.

The doctor looked at her sympathetically. ”Mrs. Torres, I have an update,” he began, his voice grave. ”His condition is not as critical as we first thought. Weʼve stabilized him, and heʼs out of immediate danger.”

Olivia sagged against me, her body pressing into mine as she feigned relief. ”Thank god,” she breathed, her voice sultry. ”So, whatʼs his current condition?”

The doctorʼs expression turned serious. ”Heʼs sustained significant injuries. Multiple bone fractures and, unfortunately, spinal damage.”

Olivia gasped, her hand clutching my thigh as she leaned into me. ”Oh no, that sounds serious,” she stammered, her eyes locked onto mine. ”What does that mean for his recovery?”

I could feel the heat building between us, the anticipation of our twisted game making my heart race. I leaned in, ready to take control. The doctor delivered the harsh news, ”Iʼm sorry, but the spinal damage means he will be paralyzed for life.”

Oliviaʼs eyes widened, tears streaming down her face as she cried out, ”What... how could this happen? Paralyzed? Thatʼs devastating. What will I do?” Her voice was thick with fake despair, but her body language told a different story, pressing against me with urgent need.

The doctor offered comfort, but I could see the desire in Oliviaʼs eyes, the hunger for our twisted game. As the doctor and staff finally retreated, I surveyed the corridor. Seeing it empty, I seized the opportunity.

I grabbed Oliviaʼs hips, pressing her hard against me. ”You did well, slut. Now, letʼs make this wait a little more interesting,” I growled, my voice thick with lust and dominance. I slipped my hand under her dress, my fingers finding her bare pussy, already wet and ready for me.

Olivia moaned softly, her body responding to my touch despite the situation. ”Jack, not here... someone might see us fucking,” she whispered, her voice breathy and desperate with lust.

I smirked, knowing that the risk of being caught only heightened the excitement. ”Thatʼs the point, you fucking slut. The thrill of getting caught, the danger of being exposed while my cock is buried deep inside you. Itʼs all part of the fun,” I said, my voice low and dangerous, dripping with lust.

Just as I was about to intensify our play, I noticed a female staff member walking towards us. I quickly let go of Olivia, straightening her dress and composing myself as the staff member approached.

”Excuse me,” the staff member said, her voice professional yet friendly. ”Which kind of ward would you like to transfer Mr. Torres to? Also, we need to discuss the payment of the bills.”

I reached into my pocket, pulled out my card, and handed it to her. ”Book a private ward for him, please. Money is no object. And here, take care of the bills with this,” I said, my voice calm and authoritative.

The staff member nodded, taking the card. ”Thank you. Iʼll arrange for the private ward and process the payment. Weʼll let you know as soon as everything is ready,” she said before walking away.

As soon as she was out of sight, I turned back to Olivia, my eyes filled with lust and dominance. I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close to me, my hard cock pressing against her. ”Now, where were we, you dirty little whore?” I growled, my voice thick with desire.

Olivia looked up at me, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and anticipation, her breath hitching. ”Jack, please... I canʼt hold it much longer. I need to fucking pee so bad,” she begged, her voice desperate and pleading, dripping with need.

I smirked, enjoying the power I had over her. ”You will hold it, slut. You will hold it until I say you can let it go. And if you leak even a drop, you will be punished. Understood, bitch?” I growled, my voice thick with dominance and cruelty.

Olivia whimpered, her body trembling with the effort to comply, her desperation only serving to heighten my arousal and lust. I grabbed her hand, leading her down the hallway to a more secluded area. I pushed her against the wall, my hands roaming over her body, roughly groping her tits, her ass, her thighs.

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