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.

My blood turned to ice.

Ethan stood in the doorway, his sharp green eyes locked onto me...onto us.

I was paralyzed, my pulse hammering so hard I could hear it in my ears.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I scrambled back on the exam table, my body still throbbing from Walsh's ruthless fucking. 

Walsh, to his credit, didn't even flinch. He just pulled out of me with a slow, filthy drag that made me whimper, tucking himself back into his pants.

Ethan stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The sound made me jump.

"Lena," he said calmly. "Relax."

Relax?

My mind spun. Was he angry?

Disgusted? Was this some kind of test? But then he smirked.

And Walsh chuckled, adjusting his cufflinks. "Told you she'd be perfect."

Wait... what?

Ethan's gaze raked over me, taking in my flushed skin, my swollen lips, the way my skirt was still hiked up around my waist.

"How was she?" he asked Walsh, stepping closer.

Walsh grinned. "Fucking perfect. Tight, wet, loud... just like you said."

A shiver ran down my spine. They talked about me.

Ethan reached out, his fingers brushing my cheek. "You okay?"

I swallowed hard. "You... you're not mad?"

His thumb traced my lower lip. "Why would I be mad?"

My heart pounded. "Because I... because he..."

"Because I fucked her senseless?" Walsh cut in, smirking.

Ethan's eyes darkened. "Did you like it?" he murmured, his hand sliding down to my throat.

I couldn't lie, not with his touch setting my skin on fire. "Yes."

His grip tightened. "Good."

Then he kissed me hard, his tongue claiming my mouth like he needed to remind me who I really belonged to. 

I melted into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, my body still aching, still desperate.

When he pulled away, his lips curled into a wicked smile. 

"Now," he said, glancing at Walsh, "where were we?"

Walsh stepped closer, his hand sliding up my thigh. "I believe I was about to make her cum."

Ethan's gaze locked onto mine. "Let's fix that."

Walsh's fingers found my clit again, circling with just the right pressure, while Ethan unbuckled his belt, his cock already hard.

I should've been shocked. Should've been scandalized, but all I could think was... finally.

Ethan gripped my hair, tilting my head back. "Open."

I obeyed.

His grip in my hair tightened, his cock heavy on my tongue. The taste of him sent a fresh wave of heat straight between my thighs. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him deeper, my lips stretched wide around his thickness.

Fuck, yes.

A groan rumbled in his chest, his hips rolling forward, driving himself deeper.

"That's it, Lena," he growled. "Take it."

I whimpered around him, my body arching as Walsh's fingers plunged deeply into my pussy, curling just right-there, right there... hitting that sweet spot that made my vision blur. His thumb circled my clit. "Fuck, she's dripping," Walsh muttered, his breath hot against my neck. "You hear that, Ethan? She's so fucking wet for us."

Ethan's fingers twisted in my hair, his other hand palming my breast, squeezing until my nipple ached. The sharp pleasure-pain made me moan, the vibrations earning me another rough thrust into my mouth.

I was lost in it... the stretch of Ethan's cock on my tongue, Walsh's fingers fucking me in slow strokes, the way their voices tangled above me.

"Cum," Ethan ordered.

His command shattered me. I felt the rush of wetness between my thighs, my body clenching tight around Walsh's fingers as my back lifted off the table.

Ethan finally pulled back, his grip gentling in my hair. Walsh's fingers slipped from me, but not before giving my clit one last teasing flick that made me jerk.

"Good girl!" Ethan smirked, slowly dragging his thumb over my swollen lips.

My body was still humming from the orgasm, my skin flushed and oversensitive, but something inside me snapped. Before I even realized what I was doing, I pushed off the exam table, my legs were shaky, but I didn't mind. Ethan's smirk was still in place, that arrogant, self-assured curve of his lips that said he knew he owned me.

Not anymore.

My palm cracked across his cheek so hard the sound echoed in the small room. His head jerked to the side, his green eyes widening in shock. Walsh stiffened beside me, his amused chuckle dying in his throat.

Ethan slowly turned back to me, his cheek reddening.

Good.

"You think you can just waltz in here after ignoring me for days?" My voice was loud, trembling with fury. "You think you can command me like some fucking toy?"

Ethan's jaw tightened, but then... that damn smirk returned. "I wanted you to crave me," he muttered. "And look at you... dripping for me even when you're pissed."

My fingers curled into fists. "You arrogant bastard."

His hand shot out, gripping my wrist before I could slap him again. He yanked me against him, his other hand fisting in my hair, tilting my head back. "And now," he murmured, his breath hot against my lips, "you're going to be punished for that little stunt."

A shiver raced down my spine, but I forced a laugh. "No. I'm done with you." I shoved against his chest, breaking free.

"I prefer Walsh's dick anyway."

Ethan stilled. Finally, l'd wiped that smirk off his face.

I turned to Walsh, slowly running my fingers down his chest until I palmed the hard length of him through his pants. His breath hitched.

"Walsh," I purred, glancing back at Ethan, "see him out, would you? My pussy's already calling for your dick."

Ethan's expression darkened. "Lena..."

"No." I cut him off, stepping closer to Walsh, my back to Ethan. "You had your chance."

Walsh's hand slid around my waist. "You heard the lady."

Ethan's nostrils flared. "You don't want this."

I arched a brow. "Don't I?"

I dropped to my knees in front of Walsh, my fingers making quick work of his belt. His cock sprang free, thick and already leaking. I licked my lips, glancing up at Ethan one last time.

"You should probably leave," I whispered before taking Walsh deep into my mouth.

Ethan's hand slammed against the wall with a loud thud, his fingers curling into a fist. His jaw was clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitching. For a split second, I thought he might snap... might grab me and throw me over the table to prove a point.

But he didn't. Instead, he straightened, turned and walked out, the door slamming behind him hard enough to rattle the frame.

Walsh let out a low whistle, shaking his head. "Christ, you've got a death wish, sweetheart."

I stood, trailing my fingers up his chest before wrapping my hand around his cock, giving him a slow stroke. "Or maybe," I murmured, leaning in to brush my lips against his, "I just know exactly what I want."

He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, yanking me against him. "Fuck, you're trouble."

"Mm." I nipped at his lower lip. "And you love it." Before he could respond, I spun around, bending over the exam table, my ass pressed back against him. "Come on, Doctor," I purred, glancing over my shoulder. "Don't keep me waiting."