Semua Bab Private Lessons From A Doctor: Bab 11 - Bab 15

MabelWe needed distance from the city, from the clinic, from the security footage that still hadn’t been deleted by Saturday noon. Adrian texted me at 2:17 p.m.: Pack an overnight bag. Black dress. No panties. I’m picking you up at six.He pulled up in the matte-black Audi he never drove to family events (too flashy, too him). I slid into the passenger seat wearing the dress he’d bought me last month: backless, high slit, thin silk that clung to every curve. He looked me over once, slow, then reached across the console and dragged two fingers up my bare thigh, under the hem, straight to my pussy.“Good girl,” he murmured when he found me already wet. Then he licked his fingers clean and pulled away from the curb like nothing happened.Two hours north, the hotel rose out of the pines like something out of a fever dream: glass and cedar, floor-to-ceiling windows, a private drive that curved through old-growth forest so no one saw which car dropped you at the lobby. He’d booked the pe

MabelSunday family game night at my parents’ house started at six sharp, because Mom believed in “tradition” the way other people believe in oxygen. Adrian arrived at 5:47 wearing the navy sweater I’d clawed off him less than twenty-four hours ago in the hotel suite. He looked perfectly respectable: hair neat, smile easy, hickeys hidden under the collar I’d personally checked in the hotel mirror this morning.I looked like the good daughter in a soft pink sundress and cardigan. No one could see the bruises on my inner thighs shaped like his fingerprints, or the fact I was still swollen and sticky from how many times he’d filled me since Friday night.We lasted exactly seventy-three minutes.Mom had us playing Taboo in the living room. Dad and Adrian against Mom and me. Every time Adrian leaned forward to grab a card, the sleeve of his sweater rode up and I saw the faint teeth marks I’d left on his forearm. My clit throbbed so hard I had to cross my legs.At 7:16 Mom declared we nee