I stood in front of my mirror, biting my lip as I adjusted my skirt-again. It was so short that if l bent over even slightly, you would see my private part.

Perfect.

A giddy shiver ran through me. I hadn't slept well since my first appointment with Dr Cole. Every night, my fingers had been a poor substitute for his. But today? Today was the day.

Follow-up appointment.

The words had played on loop in my mind for a week. He'd told me to schedule one, right before he'd pulled himself from my mouth and left me kneeling on the exam room floor, dizzy and desperate for more.

I smoothed my hands over my body-hugging top, the fabric clinging to my pointed nipples. No bra. No panties. Just me, raw and ready for him.

He's going to fuck me today. The thought sent a pulse of wetness between my thighs. I was already soaked again.

My phone buzzed... my Uber was here.

Time to go.

*********

The receptionist barely glanced up as l checked in, but I didn't care. My skin was buzzing, my pussy throbbing.

"Lena?" The nurse called my name, and I 

stood.

She led me to the same exam room, the same crinkly paper on the table. But this time, I didn't sit. I paced, my fingers tracing the edge of the table, my body humming with anticipation.

The door opened and Dr. Ethan Cole stepped inside, his dark eyes immediately locked onto me.

"Missed me?" 

I swallowed. "You have no idea."

He smirked, shutting the door behind him, locking it before strolling toward me. His gaze raked over my body, lingering on the way my top clung to my nipples, the way my skirt barely covered my ass.

"No panties?"

I shook my head.

His fingers grazed my hip, sliding under the fabric of my skirt. "Wet already."

A whimper escaped me as his fingers dipped lower, brushing through my wet clit. "You've been thinking about this."

"Yes."

His other hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back. "Tell me."

"I... I couldn't stop," I gasped as his thumb circled my clit. "I touched myself every night, pretending it was you."

He groaned, his cock straining against his pants. "And now?"

"I need you to fuck me."

His grip tightened. "On the table."

I scrambled onto it, the paper crinkling beneath me, my legs falling open shamelessly. He didn't waste time, he unhooked his belt and then opened my thighs wider, his cock thick and heavy against my pussy.

"Look at me," he ordered.

I did.

And then he filled me.

I cried out, my back arching as he stretched me, thrusting deep.

"Fuck," he growled, his hands gripping my hips. "You're even tighter than I imagined."

I clawed at the paper beneath me, as I felt a sharp sensation in my stomach. "Ethan please..."

He slammed into me again and again, his rhythm brutal and perfect.

"Come for me, Lena."

I came at that moment... it was like he summoned it, and my body obeyed. My nails dug into his arms as he fucked me through it.

But he wasn't done.

He flipped me onto my knees, pulling my hips back, driving into me deeper.

"You're mine now," he growled, his teeth sinking into my shoulder. It left a sharp sting, the possessive bite sending another wave of heat through me.

"Say it," Ethan growled.

His thrusts slowed but didn't stop, each deep stroke making my body clench around him.

"I'm yours," I gasped, the words spilling out without thought... because they were true. In this moment, I belonged to him.

 He groaned, his grip tightening on my hips before he suddenly pulled out. My body ached at the sudden pause, I turned my head just enough to see him step back, his cock glistening with my dripping cum. 

"Fuck," he muttered, stroking himself slowly. "I haven't even come yet."

My heart raced. "Then why did you stop?"

A smirk curled his lips. "Because your pussy is too damn sweet. I don't want this to end yet."

Before I could protest, he gave my ass a sharp, stinging slap that made me yelp, then he walked away.

I watched, stunned, as he sank into the chair across the room, his muscular frame dominating the space. His cock stood thick and heavy against his stomach, begging for attention.

"Come here," he ordered, spreading his thighs. "Ride me."

My pulse skyrocketed. I didn't hesitate.

Sliding off the table, my legs still shaky from my orgasm, I crossed the room and climbed into his lap. His hands gripped my waist, guiding me as I sank down onto him, both of us groaning at the sensation.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Take what you need."

I rolled my hips, setting a slow, deep rhythm, savoring every inch of him inside me. His hands moved to my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, making me gasp.

"You feel fucking perfect," he growled, his gaze locked on mine. "But I'm not letting you come again until I say so."

A thrill shot through me at the challenge.

I leaned forward, my lips brushing his ear. "Then you better make it worth the wait, Doctor."

His grip tightened."Oh, I will."

And with that, he took control-thrusting up into me, his mouth crashed into mine, swallowing my moans as his hands gripped my hips, driving me down onto him with each deep thrust.

 I melted into the kiss, my fingers tangling in his hair, my body moving with his in a rhythm that felt perfect.

Oh God.

I couldn't remember the last time I'd been fucked like this... so thoroughly, so hungrily. 

"Ethan..." I whimpered, my nails digging into his shoulders.

He groaned, his hips stuttering beneath me. "Fuck, Lena... you feel too good."

And then he came, his cock pulsing inside me, his grip bruising as he held me against himself, filling me up. 

The sensation sent another shiver through me, as I slumped against his chest, breathless.

For a few long moments, I stayed there, my forehead resting on his shoulder, listening to the rapid beat of his heart. His fingers traced lazy circles on my back. 

Finally, I straightened, sliding off him with a shaky exhale, my legs barely holding me up. I smoothed my skirt down, my skin still tingling where he'd touched me.

Ethan watched me, his dark eyes burning with something that made my stomach flip. "I don't want to stop fucking this juicy pussy," he admitted.

A thrill shot through me.

He reached into a drawer beside him, pulling out an IV card. "There's an event tonight," he said, his gaze locked on mine. "I want you there."

My lips parted. "With you?"

A smirk curled his mouth. "Dressed sexy.

And Lena?" He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "No panties."

A shiver ran down my spine.

Oh, this man was going to ruin me.

And I couldn't wait.

I stepped out of Dr. Cole's office, my legs still trembling, my skin flushed from his touch. The air-conditioned hallway felt too cold against my overheated body, but I barely noticed.

What I did notice were the eyes.

The nurse at the station... the same one who had called me back, was staring.

Her gaze flicked down to my short skirt, then back up to my face, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Did she know?

A thrill shot through me. Had I been loud?

Well, at this point I didn't care.

With a slow, deliberate sway in my hips, I walked past her, heading for the exit.

The click of my heels echoed in the silent hallway, I was almost at the door when a voice called out behind me.

"Miss? Wait."

I turned and a different nurse I hadn't seen before was holding out a plain white envelope.

"This is for you."

I took it, my fingers brushing against hers. "Who's it from?"

She shrugged. "I was just told to give it to you."

Curious, I tucked it into my purse and left.

By the time I got home, my nerves were humming. I locked my apartment door behind me, kicked off my heels, and tore it open.

Inside was a single USB drive. No note. No explanation.

My pulse spiked.

I grabbed my laptop, my fingers trembling as I inserted the drive. A single video file popped up. I clicked play, and my heart stopped.

The screen was filled with a grainy image of me. Bent over the exam table, my skirt hiked Dr. Cole's hands gripping my hips as he fucked me from behind. My moans filled the room, loud and shameless.

"Oh my God."

My stomach twisted. Who recorded this?

The camera angle was high, like it had been hidden somewhere in the room.

I slammed my laptop shut, my breath coming in short gasps. Who the hell sent this to me?

Was it him? Did Dr. Cole record us?

Or... was it someone else?

A slow, dangerous heat curled in my stomach.

Because despite the fear, the violation... my body reacted. My thighs pressed together, wet all over again and a shiver ran down my spine. There was only one way to find out.

 I was going to ask him tonight. 

*****************

My alarm blared, jolting me from a restless sleep. I hadn't meant to doze off, but my body was still wrung out from earlier.

No time to waste. I jumped up, heading straight for the bathroom. The shower was quick, after a few minutes, I stepped out, toweled off, and faced the mirror. My cheeks were flushed, my lips swollen from where l'd bitten them. I looked... wrecked.

Good.

I reached for the short red dress l'd laid out earlier and slipped it on. It was perfect, and damn revealing.

I swiped a deep red lipstick across my lips slowly, watching my reflection darken into something sinful. Perfect.

My phone buzzed on the counter and a single message popped up.

Dr. Cole: Outside.

Two words. That's all it took to send my pulse skittering.

I took a deep breath, grabbing my purse and slipping my feet into strappy heels.

One last glance in the mirror. One last chance to back out.

But the heat between my thighs said hell no.

The night air was so cold, clinging to my skin as I stepped outside. His car was packed out, the passenger door opened before I reached it.

And there he was.

Dr. Ethan Cole.

He wore a black suit, his tie loosened just enough to reveal the strong line of his throat. But his eyes-fuck, his eyes...  were pure heat, raking over me like he wanted to devour me right there on the sidewalk.

"You're late," he murmured, but the smirk on his lips said he didn't mind.

I slid into the seat beside him, the leather cool against my bare thighs. "Had to look good for you."

His gaze dropped to my lips, then lower, lingering on the swell of my breasts.

A slow, wicked grin curled his mouth. "Fuck 'good.' You look ruinous." His fingers were already twitching like he couldn't keep them to himself. "This dress should be illegal."

I arched a brow, biting my lip just to watch his eyes darken. "Arrest me, then."

A growl rumbled in his chest. Then he placed his hand on me, sliding up my thigh. "Stop teasing me baby girl." 

My pulse hammered as his touch climbed higher, pushing the hem of my dress up. His palm burned against my inner thigh, inching toward where I was already wet.

"Ethan..." I gasped.

"Quiet." His fingers slipped under the lace of my panties, and I jolted.

He dragged a finger through my slickness. I whimpered, my hips lifting shamelessly into his touch.

 "I was going to wait until we get there." His free hand grabbed mine, pressing it against the hard bulge in his pants. "Look what you do to me."

God. He was so fucking hard.

"So?" I breathed, rocking against his fingers. "What are you gonna do about it?"

He chuckled and placed his lips on mine, kissing me roughly... his tongue claiming my mouth as his fingers pushed inside my pussy. I moaned and arched my back, but then, he tore his lips away with a snarl.

His eyes locked on mine as he brought his glistening fingers to my lips.

"Taste yourself," he ordered, pressing them against my tongue.

I sucked them clean, watching his jaw tighten.

"Good girl." His hand slid to the back of my neck, yanking me close. "Now move to the back and get on your knees."

His words sent a lightning strike of heat straight to my core. I didn't hesitate. I clambered over the center console, my dress riding up, my heels catching on the leather, but I didn't care.

I went on all fours. Just like he wanted.

The back seat was spacious, but I made myself small, bending forward until my ass was high in the air, my cheek pressed against the cool leather.

I heard him shift behind me, the rustle of fabric as he undid his belt, the low groan he couldn't stifle.

"Fuck," he muttered. 

"Look at you."

He slowly placed mouth on my pussy, and he didn't tease, didn't start slow. He licked a broad stripe up my soaked slit, his tongue dragging through my folds like he was starving.

I gasped, my fingers clawing at the seat.

"Oh fuck...!"

He growled against me, his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place as he feasted. His tongue circled my clit, before plunging lower, fucking me with it.

"You taste even better than I remembered," he rasped.

I was trembling, my thighs shaking, my moans loud and shameless. His teeth grazed my clit and my back arched, I let out a broken cry as I came, hard, his tongue lapping up every drop. But he wasn't done.

Before I could catch my breath, before the aftershocks of my climax even faded, his hands were on me again.

 I barely had time to look before his fingers dug into my hips, yanking me forward. The head of his cock pressed against my soaked entrance, and my heart pounded.

"Look at me," he ordered.

I obeyed, my gaze locking onto his... those predatory eyes burning with hunger. Then he thrust and I cried out, my nails biting into his shoulders as my body stretched around him. 

God, he filled me so completely, so right, like I was made for him.

"You feel that?" His voice was strained. "Feel how deep I am?"

I could only whimper, my body rocking with the force of his movements. The car was filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, my moans, his growls.

Then his hand slid between us, his thumb finding my clit, circling me gently.

"Oh my... fuck." I moaned so loud.

"Now tell me... who do you belong to?"

"You," I gasped, my voice breaking. "I belong to you."

*****************

"We're here."

His voice was calm again, like he hadn't just wrecked me in the back of a car.

My legs were still shaking, my dress rucked up around my hips.

He reached over, adjusting my skirt with infuriating ease before brushing his thumb over my swollen lips. "Red was the right choice."

Before I could respond, the car door opened. 

His hand found mine as we stepped onto the pavement.  "How are you feeling?" he murmured, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my wrist.

I swallowed. "Fine."

He smirked. "I was asking how you were feeling... down there."

I chuckled, and looked straight ahead. "Good. Really good."

"Good." His fingers grabbed my butt. "Because we're just getting started."

The doors opened... and my breath stopped.

The room was massive, lit in low, sultry gold. But it wasn't the chandeliers or the champagne that caught my attention. It was the people.

 Everywhere, in every corner, on every surface, were bodies. Tangled, panting, fucking each other.

A young couple against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her. An older man lounging on a couch, two women on their knees between his thighs. Two women twined together, their mouths and fingers exploring.

Moans. Gasps. The slick sound of skin on skin.

Oh my god. 

My pulse roared in my ears, my skin suddenly too tight.

Dr Cole leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. "Welcome to The Gallery."

His hand slid to my back, pressing me forward. "Now, darling... Let's find our spot."

He guided me through the room, past tangled limbs, muffled moans. The heady scent of sweat and sex filled the air and my skin prickled under the weight of strangers' gazes, their eyes tracing my body like I was already naked.

We reached a secluded corner and he turned me to face him, his fingers tilting my chin up. "Strip."

I blinked. "What?"

He picked up a rod beside him and struck my ass. The pain was instant, searing through me like lightning.

 I gasped, my body jerking forward, but his free hand caught my waist, holding me in place.

"You'll be punished every time I repeat myself." He said calmly, as if he hadn't just lit my nerves on fire. "Now. Strip."

My fingers trembled as I reached for my dress. The fabric slid up, over my hips, my waist, until I could pull it off completely. My bra came next, and then I stood bare before him, my skin pebbling under the cool air.

His gaze raked over me. "Good girl." Then he reached for the cuffs beside him. Cold metal clamped around my wrists, the chain between them just short enough to keep my arms slightly spread.

He guided me to the lounge chair, pushing me down onto my knees, my back arched, my ass on display.

For him. For everyone.

His fingers traced the curve of my spine. "Perfect."

I shivered, my thighs pressing together instinctively. But his hand slid between them, forcing them apart again. "None of that. You'll take what I give you."

Then I heard footsteps. Someone stopped just behind us.

He didn't turn, but his grip on my hip tightened. "See something you like?"

A woman responded. "Mmm. Yeah."

My pulse jumped. I couldn't see her, but I could feel her gaze on my exposed pussy, my trembling thighs.

Dr. Cole chuckled, his thumb brushing my clit in slow circles, making me jerk.

"Lena, meet Claire."

Claire stepped into view, all long legs and sexy curves. She wore a black dress, her lips were glossy and parted as she stared down at me. "Fuck. You weren't kidding... she's gorgeous."

I blushed at the compliment but it vanished when his  fingers dug into my flesh. "Tell her thank you."

"Th-thank you," I breathed.

Claire smirked, her fingers toying with her dress. "Polite and pretty."

His hand slid away from me. "Why don't you come closer, Claire? Explore."

Claire didn't hesitate. She knelt beside me, her perfume washing over me. Her fingers traced my inner thigh. "So wet already."

I bit my lip, my hips twitching.

 "Look at her." He commanded.

I forced my eyes open, meeting Claire's gaze. Her pupils were blown, her lips swollen. Then her fingers dipped, sliding through my slick folds.

"Oh...!" My back arched, the chain between my cuffs rattling.

Claire laughed. "Sensitive." She slowly massaged my clit. "You like this, baby? Like me touching you while he watches?"

I couldn't answer... not with her fingers working me, not with Dr. Cole's heavy gaze burning into me.

But Claire didn't need words. She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "I think you do." Her teeth grazed my lobe. "I think you love it."

Then her mouth was on my neck, her fingers pushing inside me, and the world shattered around me.