Chapter 4 THE GYNECOLOGIST AND HIS PATIENT

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."

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"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.