LOGINHospital Heat Sienna’s POV The night shift was dragging on and my feet were already aching. I hurried down the quiet corridor in my fitted blue scrubs, ponytail swinging, when Dr. Reyes asked me to quickly grab some extra sterile dressing kits from the supply room. I turned the corner and nearly bumped into Mr. White. The tall, broad-shouldered cleaner stopped, a slow, dirty grin spreading across his face the moment he saw me. We had had a very hot, very secret thing going on a few months back, and the chemistry was still there. “Sienna,” he murmured, eyes dropping to my chest. “Looking fuckable as always.” Before I could slip past, his big hand came up and gave my right tit a firm slap through my scrubs. The sting made me gasp. “Mr. White,” I whispered sharply, “not out here.” He backed me into the supply room and locked the door. “Then stop teasing me every time you walk by.” I pretended to look for the dressing kits on the shelves, but my heart was pounding. Mr. Wh
Wet MotherSara’s POVThe afternoon sun poured through the half-covered windows of our living room, highlighting the chaos of the ongoing renovations. Tools were scattered across drop cloths, and the faint smell of fresh paint mixed with sawdust. I had just put the baby down for her nap upstairs when Jaxon called me down to help hold something steady.I found him in the middle of the room, carefully aligning a new piece of drywall. His back muscles flexed as he worked, shirtless and lightly glistening with sweat. Even after all these years, seeing him like this stirred something deep and dangerous in me.“You needed me?” I asked, stepping closer.He glanced over his shoulder, that confident, heated smile spreading across his face. “Yeah. Come here, Sara. Stand right in front of me and hold this section steady while I secure it.”I did as he asked, pressing my hands against the board. He moved in close behind me, his body heat radiating against my back. His arms reached around me as h
Wet MotherSara’s POVThe house was a mess of dust and half-finished drywall. Jaxon, my husband’s younger brother, the one whom we used to be in some sort of situationship that involved all sort of nasty, filthy things, back in college days before we went out separate ways, had been helping with our renovations for the past week while Asher was away on a two-week business trip. I was still breastfeeding my six-week-old daughter, and my tits were constantly full, heavy, and leaking. My nipples were sore, dark, and hypersensitive. Every time I moved, milk would soak through the thin nursing pads and turn my tank top into a wet, embarrassing mess.Jaxon noticed everytime. Because I always find his eyes connected to my chest.Right now, he was shirtless, sweat glistening on his tattooed chest and abs as he worked in our half-renovated living room. I walked in carrying a water bottle for him, my massive breasts straining against the soaked fabric of my top. Two dark wet circles had alread
He didn’t give me time to recover. The moment I thought he might ease up, his hand locked around my throat, holding me in place as he dragged me higher up the bed. My breasts still burned from the earlier slaps and bites. My nipples throbbed, swollen and dark, the skin around them marked with the imprint of his teeth. He looked down at me with that same cold hunger. “You’re not done yet.” His hand left my throat only long enough to deliver two hard, open-palmed smacks across both breasts at once. The force made them bounce and sting sharply. I cried out, the sound raw. He immediately pinched both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting them hard and holding the pressure until my back arched off the mattress and tears slipped from the corners of my eyes. He kept the pinches locked for what felt like forever, watching every flinch, every broken sound that left my mouth. Only when my breathing turned frantic did he release them. The second the sharp pain faded, his
I didn’t even have time to speak before the door locked behind us.His hands were already on me. Big, rough, and completely sure of what they wanted. He spun me around and shoved me against the wall, yanking my top down without a word. My breasts spilled free, and before I could catch my breath, his open palm cracked hard across my left one.The sharp slap made me cry out.He did it again on the right, harder this time. I felt the sting bloom across my skin as my flesh jiggled under the force. Then both of his hands grabbed my tits, squeezing them roughly, thumbs digging in as he pushed me toward the bed.“On your back. Now.”I scrambled onto the mattress. He climbed over me, straddling my waist, and started slapping my breasts again—left, right, left—each strike firm and loud until I was whimpering. My nipples tightened under the abuse, already dark and sensitive.He leaned down and pinched my right nipple hard between his fingers, twisting just enough to make me cry out again. He he
Carmen’s POVTwo days. I spent every minute of them remembering exactly how it felt to have Jax Rivera’s thick cock stretching me open and flooding me with cum. My body craved more, but this time I wasn’t going to lose control. I was the doctor. He was the inmate. And today, he was going to learn exactly who gave the orders.When the guards delivered him, Jax looked hungry, eyes immediately dropping to the hem of my tight skirt. The second the door locked and the blinds dropped, I pointed at the exam table.“Sit. Hands on your thighs. Don’t move until I say so.”He smirked, but obeyed, spreading his legs wide as he sat. His prison uniform already showed the growing bulge between his thighs.I slowly unbuttoned my white coat and let it fall, then peeled off my blouse, revealing a black lace bra that barely contained my breasts. No panties, just like he had demanded last time. I wanted him to see what he couldn’t touch yet.“Eyes up here, inmate,” I snapped, stepping between his sprea







