Chapter 2 THE GYNECOLOGIST AND HIS PATIENT

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.

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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.