Todos os capítulos de CRAVINGS;15 forbidden Desires : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air as I sat in the waiting room, legs pressed tightly together under my thin paper gown. Blythe Bastian twenty-four, perpetually anxious, and currently regretting every life choice that had led me here. My regular doctor was unavailable, and the specialist referral had landed me at this private clinic on the edge of the city. “Dr. Auden is the best,” the receptionist had assured me with a professional smile. I wasn’t sure if that made me feel better or worse.I had been having irregular cycles for months. Pain that left me curled up in bed some nights. The kind of issue you couldn’t ignore forever. So here I was, heart hammering, staring at the abstract art on the wall while trying not to think about the cold stirrups waiting for me.“Miss Bastian?” A deep, calm voice called my name.I looked up and forgot how to breathe for a second.Dr. Auden stood in the doorway, tall and commanding in his white coat. Early thirties, perhaps, with sharp

 The third appointment loomed like a secret I couldn’t stop obsessing over. I arrived early, nerves twisted so tight I could barely sit still in the waiting room. My body still remembered the last visit  the stretch, the teasing head of his cock, the way he had commanded me to come on just the tip. I hadn’t touched myself since, just as he ordered. The sensitivity was maddening. Every brush of fabric against my skin felt like foreplay. I stood, deciding I needed to speak with him privately before the exam began. Maybe cancel. Maybe demand real answers. My heels clicked down the quiet hallway toward his private office at the end. The door was slightly ajar. Strange moaning sounds drifted out low, feminine, desperate. My stomach dropped. I shouldn’t look. I knew I shouldn’t. But my feet carried me closer anyway. I pressed my eye to the narrow gap. Dr. Auden had a woman bent over hi

 The next appointment was supposed to be routine. That was what I told myself as I walked into the clinic, legs already weak with anticipation and dread. Dr. Auden’s instructions had been clear in the message he sent the night before: “Wear nothing underneath. Arrive on time. Do not touch yourself.” I had obeyed, the sundress brushing against my bare skin with every step like a constant reminder of how completely he owned my body now. The waiting room was busier than usual. Several patients sat quietly, flipping through magazines. I kept my head down, cheeks burning at the thought that they might somehow sense what I was here for. What I had become. “Blythe Bastian,” the receptionist called. “Dr. Auden will see you in the main procedure room today.” My stomach dropped. The main procedure room? I had never been there before. I followed a nurse down a longer hallway to

Interesting,” he murmured. “Because the other patients said the same thing. At first.” He walked around the desk and stopped directly in front of me, close enough that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. “You’re shaking, Miss Bastian. And your pupils are dilated. Your breathing is shallow. These are classic signs of residual arousal.”Heat flooded my face. I looked away.“Look at me.” The command was soft but absolute. When I obeyed, he continued, “Dr. Auden has a particular talent for identifying women who respond to authority. Women who need more than standard care. Women who… thrive under intensive treatment.” His hand rested on the arm of my chair, boxing me in. “The question is whether you’re one of them.”My pulse thundered in my ears. This was not the rescue I had expected. This was something else entirely.“I don’t understand,” I whispered.“You do.” He reached into his pocket and produced a small black keycard. “There’s a private suite on the lower level. Fully equip

When he finally began to move, it was deep and measured, every thrust deliberate. One of his hands stayed laced with mine. The other cupped my face. He kissed me through the rising heat, swallowing my soft cries, whispering my name like it mattered. Behind us, the other woman watched in silence. Her presence only heightened the intensity — the knowledge that this private, almost tender claiming was being witnessed made every sensation sharper. But she never moved closer. She never spoke. She simply observed the slow, devastating way Dr. Auden made love to me on the examination table.Pleasure built like a tide. I clung to him, legs wrapping around his waist, meeting every thrust. When I came again it was with a broken sob, body clenching tightly around him. He followed moments later, burying his face in my neck with a low, rough groan, pulsing deep inside me as if he never wanted to leave.For a long time neither of us moved.His hand stroked my hair. My fingers traced the line of hi