LOGINBethHe stood slowly, towering over me like temptation incarnate. His lounge pants rode low on his hips, barely hanging on—until he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down.No boxers.Just him.Thick. Hard. Glorious.My breath caught in my throat, mouth parting slightly before I could stop it. I looked—there was no hiding it—and when I dragged my gaze back up to his, a smirk curled across his mouth.“Looks like you want a taste of your own,” he murmured, voice rich with amusement and heat. “But tonight’s about you.”My thighs instinctively pressed together.“I don’t need you to suck my cock, sweetheart,” he continued, stepping between my legs. “I just need to be inside you.”My lips parted again—but this time for words. “But I—”He cut me off with a single look. Domina
BethHe sat up on his knees, eyes locked on mine as his hands moved to the hem of his shirt. No rush. No hesitation. Just the slow, steady pull of cotton over muscle.The second it cleared his head, I forgot how to breathe.Broad shoulders, toned chest, sculpted abs that looked like they’d been carved by pure restraint. His skin was golden and taut, a light dusting of hair across his pecs, a dark trail that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pajama pants.I’d imagined this body. Wondered how it would feel pressing into mine. But nothing had prepared me for seeing it like this—real and in front of me.I reached out, almost involuntarily, and let my fingertips glide down the center of his chest. He was warm. Solid. A man who had built himself through control, and right now, he was giving it to me piece by piece.His jaw flexed as I touched him. His eyes darkened. But he didn’t move.Didn’t rush.He just watched me. Felt me. Let me look.Then, slowly, deliberately, he reached for t
BethThe guest room looked like something out of a catalog. Neutral walls. Crisp linens. A sense of calm curated on purpose.Too calm. Too quiet.I sat on the edge of the bed while Stacy finished bringing in the last of my bags. He didn’t linger. Just set them down gently and gave me a soft look.“You want tea before bed?”I nodded.A few minutes later, he returned with a white ceramic mug, steam curling over the rim. Chamomile. Honey. Just enough sweetness to soften the edge of exhaustion.I took it from him, hands trembling slightly, and he lingered in the doorway.“I’m in the next room if you need anything,” he said. “I’ll leave the door open.”“Thank you,” I murmured.He hesitated just a moment longer. “Lock this one if you want to.”I didn’t reply.After he left, I tried. I really did.I drank the tea. I got under the covers. I closed my eyes and begged my brain to let me rest.But every time I blinked, I was back there. The couch. The weight. The voice I loved turned ugly and st
BethThe knock came soft.Not loud. Not demanding. Just firm enough to be intentional.My stomach dropped anyway.Every muscle in my body locked, breath stalling halfway in as dread rushed up my spine so fast it made me dizzy. My eyes flicked to the door, my heart already racing like it knew something I hadn’t caught up to yet.No.Not again.My first thought was stupid and immediate—I didn’t hear the lock turn.Tommy didn’t knock.Tommy never knocked.If it were him, the door would already be opening. The sound of keys. The casual invasion. The certainty that he belonged wherever he decided to be.The knock came again.Same rhythm. Controlled. Patient.I swallowed and forced my feet to move, each step toward the door feeling like I was walking into deep water. My hands were shaking when I reached it. I stood on my toes and leaned in, pressing my eye to the peephole.And there he was.Stacy.Standing just outside my door, shoulders squared, jaw tight—not angry, not rushed. Just… there
StacyMy phone lit up with Rachel’s name.I frowned.Rachel? Calling me? That had never happened before. We barely text outside of work, and even then, it was usually memes or Beth-initiated group chats. Never this. Never direct. Never urgent.I answered.“Hello?”“Hey—Dr. Cole. Sorry to call out of the blue.”She sounded off. Rushed. Like her words were laced with something just beneath panic.I stood from the couch, already moving toward the kitchen window, where I could pace.“What’s going on?” I asked. “Is Beth okay?”Rachel let out a breath that hit hard through the speaker. “No. That’s why I’m calling. I—I just got off the phone with her. I’m in D.C. right now with Adam—we hopped a last-minute flight right after work, or I’d be there myself.”“Rachel, just tell me.”“She needs someone to check on her,” she said quietly. “And you’re the only one I trust to do it.”My stomach dropped.“What happened?”“She told me she just… laid there,” Rachel whispered. “Let him do whatever he wa
BethThe door clicked shut.And the apartment went quiet in a way that felt unbearable.I lay there for a long time after that. Long enough for the sheets to cool. Long enough for the smell of steam and soap to fade. Long enough for the reality to sink in—not all at once, but in waves.This wasn’t an argument.This wasn’t a misunderstanding.This wasn’t “a rough patch.”This was something else.Something I didn’t have a name for yet, but my body already knew.When I finally sat up, my limbs trembled like I’d just woken from a nightmare I couldn’t remember. I pulled the blanket around myself and stared at the door, half‑expecting it to open again.It didn’t.That was somehow worse.I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood too fast, the room tilting briefly before settling. My skin felt tight. Wrong. Like it didn’t belong to me anymore.The bathroom light was too bright when I flipped it on.I turned the sink faucet all the way to hot and shoved my hands under the stream, scru







