I hadn't told Layla anything, at least not yet. My mind was still actively reeling from the tension of my previous visit, and even though my wetness didn't last it was an opening.

I sat across from her in our favorite coffee shop, staring into my iced caramel macchiato like it was gonna give me answers.

"Girl, why are you blushing like that?" Layla asked, sipping her drink and narrowing her eyes at me suspiciously. "You look like you've been doing something pretty inappropriate."

My fingers tightened around the cup.

"You remember that gynecologist you told me about? Dr. Jay Lee?"

She perked up immediately. "Yeah? How can I forget the amazing hunk who helped me."

I stared at her.

"What? Look, all I'm doing is appreciating God's amazing craftsmanship. I know how less tensed i felt when his fingers dipped into my irritated cookie."

I groaned, but the heat rising in my cheeks made her gasp.

"Oh my God. Aliyah. You went! How did it go"

"Great," I said quickly, heart racing. "He asked me a couple of questions about my sex life and I expected a bunch of medications but..."

Layla leaned in like we were discussing war crimes.

"But what?"

I hesitated, biting my lip. "He offered a practical exam to be done."

Layla blinked. "Okay? That's like normal."

"Not really. Like..." I looked around, then whispered, "He kissed me and it made me wet. Like, actually really wet."

She choked on her drink.

"YOU'RE TELLING ME THIS MAN DID WHAT MODERN MEDICINE COULDN'T?!"

"Shh!"

"No, babe. You don't just casually drop a 'he got me wet' and expect me to whisper. I'm gonna need graphs. Diagrams. Did he-"

"It wasn't clinical!" I hissed. "Or it started clinical. But then... the way he touched me, how he looked at me... like he wanted me to come right there on his chair then he finally kissed me and I could feel my panties get soaked."

Layla went silent for a second, eyes wide. Then, slowly, a smug grin spread across her face.

"So when's the next appointment?"

"I'm not sure going back there is proper," I said automatically.

She raised a brow. "Oh, please. That man unlocked your hidden hydration and probably some long-lost kinks. You're going back. You're just stalling so you don't seem desperate."

I stared at my drink. My thighs pressed together under the table.

"I already scheduled the follow-up but I don't know, Lay."

Layla shrieked. "I KNEW IT!"

"I didn't mean to!" I groaned, covering my face. "I just... I couldn't stop thinking about his voice. His hands. He said he has a treatment plan, Layla. A plan. What does that even mean?!"

Layla leaned in like she was about to read me a bedtime story. "It means you're about to be his favorite patient. And honestly? I support it. You deserve good orgasms and great customer service."

I laughed despite myself.

"You're the worst."

"I'm the best. Now go let Dr. Orgasm ruin you with his clinical excellence."

I shook my head but deep down? She was right.

The idea of being touched by a total stranger didn't seem appealing to me, that's a Layla thing. I was more reserved, more quiet and timid. I couldn't seduce a doctor or convince him to fuck me.

But fuck, the was my chance at normalcy, to become a functioning woman, and maybe have the chance to be fucked by he hottest capable doctor.

I tapped it.

Confirmation screen popped up: "Are you sure you want to confirm your appointment with Dr. Jay Lee?"

God. Even his name made my thighs clench.

I stared at the screen for a full thirty seconds before my thumb betrayed me and hit Yes.

Two days later, same clinic, same room, heart thumping like I'd swallowed a bass drum. My thighs clenched with anticipation, remembering everything his hands-his mouth-had done. The fact that it was technically medical made it worse. Or better. I couldn't tell anymore.

When the door opened, and he walked in wearing that crisp white coat and unreadable expression, my breath stuttered.

"Aliyah," he said, like my name tasted good. "You kept your follow-up. I'm impressed."

I gave a nervous laugh. "You said I needed a treatment plan."

His lips twitched. "That I did."

He stepped closer, and just like that, the air between us snapped tight again. Every cell in my body screamed.

"This plan," he began, circling me like a wolf circling dinner, "is an intensive one-on-one session with no distractions. Just you, me... and your neglected pleasure pathways."

Pleasure pathways? I almost choked.

"What exactly does that involve?" I asked, pretending like my voice wasn't shaking.

His smile was slow, scary and fucking seductive.

"Let's call it a reconditioning."

I was already wet.

He led me to a padded chair-not the usual exam table. This one reclined, leather, with wrist rests and adjustable leg supports. Oh.

"Take your gown off."

I hesitated, but then-off it went. This time, I didn't bother pretending it was medical. My body was already humming, craving the feel of his hands again. His praise. His control.

He didn't put on gloves this time.

"This isn't a diagnosis exam," he murmured, dragging his hands over my bare shoulders as I sat. "I will be training your body how to respond, beg and plead."

Beg? Plead?

Before I could question it, he tilted the chair back and spread my thighs apart with deliberate slowness.

"I'm going to show you what real stimulation feels like, Aliyah. Again. And again. Until that dryness is nothing but a memory."

He pulled out something from a drawer. A slim silver wand.

Medical equipment? I doubted it.

"This will help with circulation. Increased blood flow means heightened sensitivity."

I was already shaking, and he hadn't even touched me yet.

The wand brushed between my folds. It was cool at first, then buzzing softly. My back arched, legs trembling as he pressed it right against my clit. The moan I let out felt like it cracked open the room.

"Good girl," he breathed.

The second those words left his mouth, my coochie clenched but Jay didn't stop. My legs began to shake from how good the wand felt on my clit.

I never felt his way when I used a vibrator on myself, heck I was still drier than Sahara.

''Doctor Jay, that feels so good''

"I haven't started the real treatment yet, Aliyah." he whispered, leaning in, lips brushing my ear. "This is just an assessment. Now the real tretment begins."

Then he slid to his knees.

And when his mouth replaced the wand-hot, skilled, devastating-I realized exactly what this plan entailed

Total. Submission.

His mouth on me was everything and too much, clinical precision wrapped in carnal greed.

I gasped, back arching against the chair as his tongue moved like he had my body mapped out already.

His tongue swirled around my coochie, every flick on my clit sent white-hoy pleasure crashing inside me and all I could do was grip the armrests and hold on.

"Dr. Lee-" My voice was strained.

His hands gripped my thighs tighter. "You don't speak unless I ask you to, Aliyah."

My stomach flipped. A moan escaped before I could trap it.

"You're here to learn," he said, mouth still working me like a man on a mission. "To be patient. Receptive. Obedient."

God, why did that word make my brain freeze? Why did it feel so darn hot?

The wand was nothing compared to his mouth, everything he did made me squirm under him. His hot breath fanned against my skin and tried to close my legs reflexively from the sensitivity of my skin but his grip stopped me cold.

"Don't fight it," he murmured. "You taste so good and I want you to savor this, to feel so overstimulated that your body never forgets this moment.''

He went back to feasting, while I thrashed underneath him. I tried to pull away from him but he bit my clit keeping in place as he stuck his tongue deep into m coochie, holy fuck. I sobbed out a moan as he lapped my coochie juice like a fucking dog.

Finally, he pulled back. His mouth was wet, his eyes feral.

"You're responsive," he said, as if he hadn't just blown my soul out through my toes. "Good. That'll make the next phase easier."

I blinked at him. "There's a next phase?"

He gave a wolfish smile. "I told you. This is intensive care."

Then he stripped off his coat. His button-down. His belt.

Holy. Shit.

I was right, this man wasn't just sculpted-he was handcrafted and ripped out of a fantasy novel to please me and this lease was starving not for food but me.

"I need to test your endurance," he said, voice a low rumble. "Can your body take more? Can you come again? And again? Until your nerves can't tell the difference between pain and pleasure?"

My thighs clenched. I was soaked.

He unzipped his pants. My brain went static.

"No penetration," I whispered, trying to sound sane, I was anything but that . "This was supposed to be non-invasive-"

He leaned down, breath ghosting over my lips.

"Then I'll make do with my hands. My mouth. Every part of me but the one you want most. Until you're begging me to break your rule."

I whimpered.

His fingers slipped back between my legs-two this time, slow and merciless. He curled them just right, hitting that spot that made me sob.

"God, you're perfect," he muttered. "So reactive. So damn tight."

I was losing it, every coherent thought was long gone.

He pulled me close, his fingers still pumping inside me, his other hand wrapped around my throat, choking me and I could barely leave my eyes open.

"You're mine in this room, Aliyah. Mine to treat. Mine to train/"

I nodded wildly, drunk on the high of it all, I could only focus on the rhythm of his fingers in my pussy and God I wanted more. Something bigger. I wanted his cock filling all of my holes.

His thumb rubbed against my sensitive clit as his index and middle finger kept digging inside me, I could feel another orgasm and Dr. Lee placed his mouth on my pussy while fucking me senseless with those fingers.

I thrashed around, ''Dr. Lee please, it's too much. I ca- Oh- Fu-''

He didn't stop, not even after my juices spilled out of me, he drank it all up like it was the only thing he needed.

He let me go after eating to his fill and he pulled his fingers out and gently lifted my chin.

"You are beautiful, Aliyah but fuck look more beautiful after you've come for me." he said.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak.

"See you next session." he whispered. "Keep in mind that it will be more intense than this."

I stared at the elevators climbing like a countdown to my doom, or maybe orgasm.

My thighs pressed together on instinct, a very useless attempt at calming the throbbing of my pussy just from memory.

Fuck. I have become addicted to him.

No one had ever paid any attention to me that way, nobody. Not once.

And I know he's just doing his job but fuck, he does it so well.

I got the reception and the assistant that always greeted me sat there with that sly smile plastered on her face.

"Dr. Lee will see you now," she said sweetly, like there was something different about today's session.

I stepped into the room with my heart racing and my clit already pulsing just from being near him.

Dr. Jay turned from the counter, flipping through a chart calmly.

"Aliyah," he said, eyes dragging up my body. "Always the punctual patient."

"I wanted this to be over with," I lied through my teeth, I wanted anything but our relationship to be done with.

He smirked tsking. "You turn bright red when you lie, Ali."

Jay, circled around me, a really sick glint filled his eyes and if I thought whatever plan he had for me would make me beg in ways I didn't find prude.

"You must be wondering why I look more official today," he said, brushing hair back from my face like I was his and had always been his.

I nodded slowly.

"Well," he murmured, voice low and devastating, "today's visit is part of a formal response assessment. I've logged your previous symptoms, initial stimulation tolerance and now I want to test your stamina."

"S-stamina?"

He motioned to the padded chair, but there was something new beside it.

A mirror.

"You'll be watching this session," he said.

Fuck no, that'd be embarrassing.

"I want you to see how your body betrays your mind," he continued. "How arousal manifests in your breath, your muscles, your sounds. By the end of today..." He leaned down, lips barely brushing mine. "You will most likely be pleading for my cock.

"And if I don't?" I whispered, just to poke the bear.

His eyes darkened. "I know you will."

He guided me into the chair like I was made of glass and each touch made my skin tingle with nerves.

"Look at yourself," he said.

I glanced up and immediately wished I hadn't. I was exposed, my legs spread wide open by the wedge cushion, and my robe kept sliding off my shoulder, revealing my taut nipples.

"Tell me what you see," he ordered.

"I-I see myself."

His brow quirked. "That's disappointing. I see a desperate little patient filled with lust and whose pussy is staining my chair with her pussy juice before I even touch her."

I whimpered, from the exposure. I glanced up again. He was right, I could see it too.

My eyes were dilated, small and my mouth was slightly open. I look like a fucking slut.

His slut.

He snapped the gloves on, put my thigh further apart and slid between my legs, tapping the inside of my left thigh.

"You know the rules, do not touch me, do not plead, no orgasms until I allow it. What happens if you break them?"

I nodded, breath shallow. "I lose the privilege of being here."

"Good girl."

His fingers traced around my clit, not on it very slowly. My hips twitched trying to get his fingers to at least graze my clit.

"I said watch."

I forced my eyes to the mirror, if I ever thought my reflection was slutty it was way worse. My makeup was smudged and runny.

Then one finger slid inside. Then two. Curling, teasing-but never hard enough. Never deep enough.

"You're so wet it's leaking onto the cushion," he murmured. "Is that embarrassment I see?"

I bit my lip, hips grinding down.

"Don't." He pulled back. "I'm not here to make you come yet. Your body is getting used to being stimulated, let's see how much more you can deal with."

It was unbearable, my clit throbbed intensely as I clenched around nothing.

"Jay, please-"

He stood, towering over me with a cold demeanor. "Are you breaking the rule?"

I trembled. "Yes. I don't care. Please. Please, I want it. I need you. Inside me."

His eyes sharpened. "Say it properly."

I stared at my reflection. I looked needy, flushed and dripping.

"I want you to fuck me," I whispered. "Please, Dr. Lee. I need your cock. I want it deep. I know I said no fucking but if this is going to be my last session, I need to feel your cock inside of me, please."

He quickly tore off his gloves and undid his belt, I watched with a watery mouth as his cock sprung free.

Whoever said Asian men has small dicks were fucking liars, the cock facing me right now was about 8inches long and had girth as well.

I had never taken anything more than 5 inches before, how could I take this?

"Finally," he muttered, rubbing the tip of his cock on my pussy.

There was no way his cock would fit inside me, "I- I don't think you will fit."

"With the way your pussy is trying to pull me in, I am certain it will fit, Aliyah."

He yanked me to the edge and thrust into me-one brutal, glorious motion. I cried out, loud, raw.

"Fuck you're so fuckinh tight keep your eyes on the mirror," he growled against my ear.

I did as I was ordered, my eyes turned to the mirror and I could barely keep it open.

I looked gone as jay's longs stroke plunged deep inside me, my mouth hung open as silent gasps escaped me.

Fuck. I can't handle this anymore, Jay pounded deeper, grunting with every stroke.

"I wanted to be deep inside you from the moment you walked into my office," he gritted into my neck. "You love this don't you, you love how my cock slams into you."

"Yess," I gasped. "Fuck, yes."

"For a dry pussy, it keeps pulling me in like a cock hungry monster."

Jay pulled my head to him, kissing me as his cock drilled my hole.

"Nobody is allowed to fuck you, nobody but me. Understood?"

He slammed harder. My nails dug into the chair. His hand wrapped around my throat-just enough to make me dizzy.

I could feel my orgasm building inside me, Jay did too because he didn't stop. He kept pounding, hitting my g-spot.

"Cum on my cock Aliyah," He grunted, his hands still wrapped around my throat.

And like a fucking obedient patient, I came hard but jay didn't stop.

He kept fucking me senseless until I was close to passing out.

I shadow cast around the room and I thought I was imagining things until my eyes darted to the mirror and I saw a reflection.

The receptionist? What was she doing here in a white coat?

She stood in the corner like she'd been watching him fuck me the whole time.

My breath caught.

"W-what-"

"Relax," Jay said, voice calm like this was normal. Like I wasn't naked and trembling and filled with him. "Maureen is here for formal data collection."

She stepped closer, calmly like this was fucking normal. Her gloved fingers flexed once before she moved beside me.

"Continue," she said, unbothered, clipboard in hand. "Patient's orgasm lasted approximately twelve seconds. Breathing is erratic. Muscle spasms still present."

Jay continued, this time his speed reduced but he thrusts deeper.

"She will assist in assessing stimulation tolerance," he said.

Her fingers brushed my nipple, pinching it slightly before rolling it.

Fucking hell.

I couldn't pay attention to one thing. Jay's cock deep in my pussy or Maureen's finger teasing my nipple while her other hand played with my clit.

It was too much.

"I can't do this," I breathed out.

"Clitoral sensitivity increased," she noted. "Dilated pupils. She's close again."

"No," Jay snapped. "Not yet, you're not coming yet."

Her other finger on my clit didn't stop, she pinched it slightly and massaged it slowly, making me drip more on Hay's cock.

I didn't think it was ever possible to be this wet while being fucked.

I sobbed, unable to hold on anymore

"I-I can't-"

"You can," Maureen said flatly. "And you will."

Jay growled in approval. "That's it, Aliyah. Be a good girl for me, Aliyah."

I writhed, the pleasure too much for me to bear. I needed to come, I can't hold it in anymore.

"Cum for me, cum on my cock," Jay ordered.

Maureen's motion on my clit increased and Jay's strokes increased.

I didn't hold back, I came harder than I ever had, longer and I didn't want to end.

"You're not good enough to work here. You lack the experience."

Jason's voice was clipped, businesslike-like we weren't sitting three feet apart at his dining room table last Sunday, pretending to be family.

It would've been laughable, if it wasn't so familiar. I graduated top of my class from an Ivy League. But sure. Not enough.

I looked up, letting my gaze settle on him. I don't know what I expected-he was my mother's newest accessory.

And my mother? Well, she never missed a chance to remind me I was a disappointment.

Jason kept talking, his mouth moving like a puppet show on mute.

I didn't hear him. I only heard her.

You're a disgrace.

An unattractive virgin with no social life. A fucking failure.

I stood before he could finish his sentence, before I could be insulted again by someone who only saw me through her cracked mirror.

The second I parked, I just sat there, staring at nothing.

I got out.

I didn't bother locking the door. Nobody wanted a beat-up '02 rustbucket with a broken cassette player and an old gym bag in the back seat.

I hit the elevator button and stuffed my hands in my pockets, eyes on the floor. Fifth floor.

The minute the doors started to close, a soft buy urgent voice rang out "Hold the door, please!"

Instinctively, I stuck my arm out, catching the sensor right before the metal shut me in completely.

She stepped in and fuck.

I froze.

She was- God, gorgeous. A freaking goddess on earth. She had a grocery bag on one arm, the thin strap of her silk gown sliding halfway down her shoulder barely clinging. I caught the side of her breast, and her areolas before I yanked my eyes away.

Fuck, I was already hard.

I didn't recognize her, which was weird. I barely talked to anyone here but I was certain I knew my neighbors.

"Thanks," she said, breathless. A little smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

I nodded.

She smelled like vanilla and something floral.

I probably smelled like old motor oil and the inside of a panic attack.

We stood in silence as the elevator hummed to life.

I could feel her glance at me. Not in a weird way-just curious. She wasn't sizing me up or judging.

And God help me, I wanted her to look again.

I tried to stop myself from ogling at her breasts again, but I couldn't when the elevator jolted slightly at the fourth floor, and she swayed just a little making her breasts bounced and I could feel my cock twitching in need of action.

She let out a tiny laugh, balancing herself with her free hand against the wall.

Nice Zeke, a fucking disappointment and now a pervert?

"You'd think by now this building could afford a decent elevator," she said.

I almost smiled.

"Yeah," I muttered. "Guess so."

Her head tilted at that, but before she could respond, the doors dinged open.

Fifth floor.

She stepped out first.

So did I.

I followed a few steps behind, feeling the heat in my chest spread lower, the hardening in my jeans not entirely down.

She stopped in front of the door next to mine, I almost laughed.

Because of course she was my neighbor.

She looked back at me with a soft grin, kind of surprised too. "Guess that makes us neighbors."

I nodded, too stunned to form actual words. She shifted the grocery bag in her arms and gestured toward my phone.

"Your phone's been ringing," she said. "I think it started in the elevator."

I looked down.

Mom.

The screen pulsed like it was daring me to answer. Like it already knew she was going to say exactly what I didn't want to hear.

"Thanks," I said, forcing a tiny smile.

She opened her door and looked at me one more time. Her expression was... gentle. Something I hadn't seen in a long time.

"Goodnight," she said.

"Yeah. Night."

Her door shut quietly. Mine didn't even close before I answered the call.

"I see you finally picked up," my mother snapped, skipping hello like it offended her.

"I had an interview," I said flatly, already exhausted.

"Oh? With who? Was it another coffee shop that you'll get fired from in two weeks?"

"It was with Jason," I said, stepping inside and letting the door shut behind me. "Your boyfriend."

The silence that followed was sharp.

"I thought he might actually take me seriously," I continued. "But I guess he's learned how to talk to me from watching you."

"You better watch your tone," she bit back. "He's trying to help you see the truth, Zeke. You've always thought you were smarter than you are."

I sat down on the arm of the couch, staring at the floor like it might understand me better than she ever has.

"I had another interview today," I said, voice calm. "But I chose to meet with Jason instead. I thought maybe you cared enough to want me near you. I thought you deserved a chance to prove I was wrong about you."

Her laugh was cold. "Oh, how generous of you."

"No," I said. "It was stupid."

And I hung up.

I sat there for a long moment, breathing through the heat in my chest. My hand was still shaking, but I wasn't sure if it was from anger... or relief.

Then I glanced at the wall I now shared with her.

The girl from the elevator.

I wondered if she heard any of that.

I wondered what she'd think of me if she did.

And I wondered why, for the first time in years I cared about what someone other than mom thought of me.

****

I could feel her lips wrap slowly around my soft cock, sucking on it seductively.

Fuck, who was this?

A soft moan of approval escaped her mouth stiffened for her.

"Your cock is so obedient."

I couldn't see who the person was but that voice, my neighbor?

"Who- who are you?"

No answer, instead her mouth takes me deeper and I nearly scream out in ecstasy.

I'd never had a blowjob before, not even in my dreams.

The person sucked my cock harder while stroking, her tongue licking and doing things I can't even figure out and then she stopped biting hard enough to ensure I am paying attention.

"You like this don't you? You want to cum on my face right?"

I shook my head telling her no, even though I could feel my balls tightening. Of course I wanted to cum all over her face but I didn't even know who she was.

I wanted my first time to be with someone I can see.

"Oh baby boy, you're going to cum. Whether or not you want to, but we both know you want to shoot your load in my mouth and on my face. Isn't that right, virgin boy?"

My body betrayed me, her fingers went under my balls as her through opened, swallowing the entirety of my cock. I moaned uncontrollably as she makes me fuck her throat, tears streaming down my eyes.

Every muscle in my body flexed and my back arched, I grabbed the chair trying to balance myself as my load spilled out of me filling her throat and her mouth.

She didn't stop milking me dry, I felt like I'd die from it. I'd never cum before and I didn't think it could take that long either, it felt like an endless convulsion of ecstasy.

"Your cum tastes so good and healthy. Now it is my turn Baby, have you ever eaten a pussy before?"

Before I could respond a voice her voice changed to one I could never forget in a million years rang through the room and my blood ran cold.

"You can't even fuck a girl in your dreams without crying."

Mom? What was she doing here?

I tried to get out of the chair but suddenly I could feel a restraint around me, Mom's voice kept ringing in the room and her horrendous laughter tormented me.

"What are you doing here!? Get out!?" I screamed out but there was nothing but more laughter from her.

"You're a disgusting pathetic freak, a loser!"

I could hear myself screaming at the top of my lungs to silence her voice and then a hand wrapped around me pulling me out of whatever it was.

"Calm down, you were dreaming. Please open your eyes." The voice was soft and homely.

I didn't dare open my eyes, I was scared to see my mother the second I opened my eyes.

"This isn't real, you're not real. Go away!" I yelled out.

Lips, warm, soft and I think real were on mine, kissing me slowly and reassuringly.