ANMELDENDr. ELIAS’S POVShe was becoming my entire world.Three days of having Nova under my complete control had only made the hunger worse. Every examination, every orgasm I pulled from her body, every whimper and “Sir” that fell from her lips only deepened the obsession. I had canceled two major surgeries today just to stay with her. My staff thought I was finally taking a break.They had no idea I was upstairs, completely consumed by my favorite patient.I watched her sleep for a long moment — naked on the medical bed, legs still slightly spread from the last examination, my cum from earlier still leaking slowly from her well-fucked pussy. The sight made my cock throb painfully against my slacks.Enough waiting.I unstrapped her gently, wrapped her in a soft robe, and lifted her into my arms. She stirred, nuzzling against my chest with a sleepy little sound that made something feral uncoil in my chest.“Where are we going, Sir?” she murmured.“My bedroom,” I told her, voice low. “Tonight
He fucked me with it for long minutes, twisting and thrusting, watching my face in the mirror as I moaned and writhed.Then he switched to a thicker one.By the time he was using the thickest sound, I was sobbing with need, my pussy stretched and dripping, begging him to let me come.“Please, Sir… I need your cock… please fuck me…”He finally gave in.He stood, stripped off his white coat and shirt, revealing his powerful, tattooed chest. Then he unzipped his pants and freed his cock.It was magnificent — thick, long, heavily veined, with a fat, flushed head already leaking precum. The shaft had a slight upward curve, perfect for hitting that spot inside me. His balls hung heavy and full beneath it.He climbed onto the examination table between my spread thighs and rubbed the thick head up and down my soaked slit, coating himself in my cream.“Tell me how it feels,” he ordered, pressing the fat head against my entrance. “As I enter you. I want every detail.”He pushed inside slowly.T
NOVA’S POVI was losing my mind.Three days in Dr. Elias Crowe’s private medical wing had turned me into a trembling, aching mess. My body was healing faster than expected, but my mind was completely broken — consumed by him. By his hands. By his voice. By the way he looked at me like I was something he owned.He came to me every few hours.Sometimes for “vitals.” Sometimes for “mobility checks.” Always with that calm, authoritative tone that made my pussy clench before he even touched me.This morning was different.He entered the room in his white coat, sleeves rolled up to expose those powerful forearms, and locked the door behind him with a soft click that sent heat flooding between my legs.“Today we begin proper therapy,” he said, voice low and smooth. “Your body is responding well, but I need to ensure every part of you is functioning at its peak. Especially here.”He pulled the sheet down slowly, exposing my naked body. My nipples were already tight. My thighs parted instincti
NOVA’S POVI woke up in a different room.Not the sterile hospital suite I remembered. This one felt like a luxurious prison...soft lighting, dark wood paneling, a massive medical bed with built-in restraints, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a private forest. My body still ached, but the pain was distant, muffled by whatever drugs were still in my system.Dr. Elias Crowe stood at the foot of the bed, watching me with those dark, unreadable eyes.“You’re being moved to my private recovery wing,” he said calmly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “Better monitoring. Better care. No one will disturb us here.”Us.That word sent a shiver down my spine.He approached slowly, peeling back the thin sheet covering me. I was naked underneath except for the thin hospital gown that had been pushed up to my waist. My legs were already slightly parted.“Doctor…” I whispered, my voice hoarse.“Sir,” he corrected softly but firmly. “When we’re alone, you will call me Sir. Tha
TRIGGER WARNING: Doctor/Patient Read at your own risk *NOVA’S POVThe first thing I felt was a hand between my thighs.Not gentle nor hesitant. Two thick, gloved fingers sliding slowly through my slick folds, parting me open like I already belonged to him.My eyes fluttered open, vision blurry from the drugs still pumping through my veins. The room was dim, luxurious — private, expensive, nothing like a normal hospital. And looming over me was the most dangerously beautiful man I’d ever seen.Dr. Elias Crowe.He stood beside my bed in a crisp white coat, stethoscope around his neck, dark eyes locked on my exposed pussy with clinical hunger. His fingers continued their slow exploration, circling my clit with maddening precision before dipping lower to push just the tips inside my entrance.“You’re awake,” he murmured, voice deep and velvet-smooth, completely unbothered that he had two fingers inside his patient. “Good. I need you conscious for this examination.”I tried to move, b
**“I need you,” he growled against my lips, nipping my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. “Right now. Let me remind you who you belong to.”He shoved the shirt up to my waist, freed his thick, already rock-hard cock, and rubbed the fat, leaking head through my soaked folds.“You’re dripping again,” he rasped, voice dark with satisfaction. “Even after everything last night, this greedy little pussy still wants more.”He pushed inside me in one slow, deep thrust.I moaned loudly as every thick inch stretched me open, the veined shaft dragging along my sensitive walls until he was buried to the hilt, his heavy balls pressed against me.He fucked me right there on the kitchen counter — slow at first, savoring every sensation, then harder, deeper, hips snapping forward with powerful thrusts that made my breasts bounce and my moans fill the kitchen.His mouth never left mine for long — kissing me deeply, tongue stroking mine in filthy, sensual waves while he pounded into me.“Loo
Brit's POVI'd always been sexually adventurous.Not in a reckless way—I was smart about it, always safe, always in control. But I'd never been one of those girls who pretended sex was something sacred that should only happen in committed relationships with the lights off. I liked sex. Liked the va
*Lily's POV*I've been staring at Cade's text for the past ten minutes, my heart doing complicated things in my chest that have nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the terrifying realization that this stopped being just physical lessons weeks ago.
Even if it's just for this weekend.The words hurt more than they should, but I push past the pain to focus on what he's offering.Complete surrender. Complete ownership. Everything I've secretly wanted but been too afraid to ask for.
She obeyed eagerly, stripping off her shorts and panties and sprawling across her bed. I took a moment to just look at her—flushed and eager and trusting me completely—before joining her."Spread your legs," I said, settling between her thighs. "And don't hold back any sounds. I want to hear exactl







