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.

Three days.

That's how long it had been since Claire's fingers had pushed inside me while he watched.

Since he'd taken me home, fucked me raw, and left me trembling in my bed with nothing but the memory of his touch.

And now? He went radio silence.

I checked my phone again... no new messages. My stomach twisted.

Did I do something wrong?

Had I been too loud? Too eager? Should I have fought Claire off, even cuffed?

But he wanted that. He commanded it.

I bit my lip, my fingers hovering over my phone. I'd drafted a dozen texts, deleted every one.

He should message first.

Except he hadn't.

My thighs pressed together, aching. I was drenched, my body still humming from the memory of him. Of them. I'd touched myself three times today already, making my fingers a substitute for his, but it wasn't enough. I needed him.

Before I could overthink it, l opened my clinic app and booked the first available appointment.

Reason for visit: Follow-up.

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

I pressed my fingers on my thighs as I sat in the waiting room, the nurse behind the desk kept glancing at me, but I didn't care. I guess she already knew why I was here.

"Lena?"

I stood, smoothing my short skirt and followed her down the hall. 

She stopped at the door. "Dr. Walsh will see you now."

Walsh?

My stomach dropped. I pushed inside anyway.

The man behind the desk wasn't Ethan.

He was older, with dark eyes that raked over me like he could already see me naked.

"Lena," he said, smiling. "Come in. Sit."

I didn't move. "Where's Dr. Cole?"

His grin widened. "Disappointed?" He leaned back in his chair. "Don't be. I'm just as... active as Ethan. Maybe even better."

A hot flush crawled up my neck.

He stood, circling the desk, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Did you like the tape?"

Fuck. I had completely forgotten about that.

He stepped closer, close enough that I could smell his cologne. "I watched it. Over and over. The way you moaned. The way you rode him." His thumb brushed my lower lip. "I want a taste."

I should've slapped him. Should've walked out. But my body burned.

"You recorded us," I breathed.

"Mmm." His hand slid down my throat, over my collarbone, stopping just above my breast. "And you loved it. Didn't you?"

I swallowed hard as his fingers dipped lower, tracing the neckline of my dress. "Tell me you didn't touch yourself to it."

His palm cupped my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple through the fabric. "Tell me you don't want to know how I fuck."

I let out a whimper, and that was all the answer he needed.

In one swift motion, he spun me around, pressing me against the desk. "Ethan might've had you first," he growled, yanking my skirt up, "but I'll make sure you remember me."

His hand slid between my thighs... and fuck, I was soaked.

"Look at that," he muttered, his fingers dragging through my slickness. "Already wet for me."

I arched against him, my back pressing into his chest. "You're sick," I gasped, even as my hips rocked against his fingers.

"And you're dripping." His thumb circled my clit with just enough pressure to make my knees buckle.

I should've fought. Should've shoved him away.

But my body betrayed me.

"Fuck..." I moaned slowly as his fingers plunged deeper, curling inside me in a way that made my vision blur.

Dr. Walsh chuckled against my ear. "That's exactly what I plan to do."

Before I could respond, his hands gripped my hips, spinning me around to face him. His hungry dark eyes locked onto mine as he lifted me effortlessly, tossing me onto the exam table. Medical books and files crashed to the floor in a chaotic thud, but neither of us cared.

"Look at you," he murmured, stalking forward, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties. 

Then slowly, he dragged them down with his teeth, his lips brushing my inner thighs as he went. My heart hammered, my fingers tangling in his hair, tugging hard.

He smirked up at me. "Impatient?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't, because in the next second, his mouth was on me, his tongue lapping at my slickness like he was starving.

"Oh my god..." My back arched off the table, my thighs clamping around his head.

He groaned against me, his fingers digging into my hips. "It tastes even better than you sounded on that tape."

The mention of the recording sent a fresh wave of heat through me. Had he watched it? Touched himself to it? The thought alone had me grinding against his mouth, chasing my release like a fucking addict.

But he pulled away just as I was about cuming.

"No..." I gasped, reaching for him.

"Beg for it," he ordered, unbuttoning his pants slowly. His dick sprang free, thick and already glistening at the tip. "Tell me you want it."

I bit my lip, my chest heaving. "You're a bastard."

"And you're mine now."

With one brutal thrust, he was inside me, filling me so deep I saw stars.

"Fuck!" My nails scraped down his back as he set a punishing pace, his hips slamming into mine with no mercy.

"Tell me," he growled, gripping my throat. "Tell me I fuck you better than he ever did."

I couldn't lie.

"Yes-yes..." I choked out, my legs locking around his waist.

"Good girl."

Then he really started moving.

"Fuck-yes... right there..." I gasped, my head tipping back.

He smirked down at me. "That's it, take it," he growled. "You love this, don't you?

Being used like this?"

I couldn't even deny it. My body was his, trembling, dripping, completely at his mercy.

Suddenly, the door swung open, a rush of cold air hit my overheated skin, and there, standing frozen in the doorway was Dr. Ethan Cole.