All Chapters of Sweet Sins : Steamy Collections : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Hayden Ezra sat on the edge of the exam table in a thin paper gown, bare feet resting on the cold metal step. The private clinic was quiet at this hour—last appointment of the day. Soft fluorescent light hummed overhead. He had been referred here for a full physical after ignoring doctors for over a year. Nothing urgent, just overdue.The door opened with a soft click. Dr. Daisy Sawyer stepped inside, tablet in one hand, stethoscope draped around her neck. She wore a fitted white coat over a dark blouse and pencil skirt, black heels, hair pulled back in a neat low bun. Her expression was calm, professional, assessing.“Mr. Ezra. I’m Dr. Sawyer. We’ll be doing a complete physical today—vitals, cardiovascular, respiratory, abdominal, neurological, and the standard genital and rectal exams. Any current symptoms I should know about? Pain, fatigue, sexual concerns?”“No, Doctor. Just… been putting it off.”“Understood. We’ll start simple. Remove the gown from the waist up, please.”Hayden

Daisy did not let him up.She kept her cunt pressed firmly over Hayden’s mouth, grinding in slow, wet circles while his tongue worked obediently between her folds. Her gloved hand continued its merciless rhythm on his cock, stroking him all the way to the edge and then squeezing the base hard enough to force the rising orgasm back down into his aching balls. Each time she denied him, his hips jerked helplessly against the table and the heavy plug shifted deeper inside his ass, pressing relentlessly against his prostate until the dual sensation made his thighs tremble.The nipple clamps swayed with every tremor of his body. The short chain between them tugged sharply, sending bright spikes of pain through his chest that tangled with the forced pleasure until he could no longer tell where one ended and the other began. Pre-come continued to leak from the tip of his cock in long, clear strings that pooled on his stomach.Daisy’s breathing had grown heavier. She reached down, grabbed a fi

Daisy kept riding him with deep, grinding strokes, her cunt slick and tight around his cock. The spreader bar held Hayden’s legs wide open. The heavy plug in his ass pressed upward with every movement of her hips. The nipple clamps tugged sharply each time his body jerked beneath her.Her breathing had grown heavier. Soft, open moans began slipping from her throat as she ground down harder, taking him to the root on every stroke.“Doctor… please,” Hayden rasped, voice rough with strain. “I can’t hold it much longer.”Daisy looked down at him, eyes dark with lust, and slowed her hips just enough to keep him balanced on the very edge of release. She let out a low, drawn-out moan as she sank all the way down again.“You have held it this long. You can hold it a little more.” Another moan escaped her as she rolled her hips in a tight circle. “Fuck, you feel thick inside me. So hard from all the denial. I can feel every vein.”She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest. At first sh

I kept working the ribcage the way Luke showed me, short broken strokes, lighter on the edges that turned away from the light. He stayed right behind me, close enough that I could feel the warmth coming off him every time he leaned in to correct something.“Still too heavy there,” he said, pointing just above my hand. “Ease up. The paper should almost reject the mark.”I lightened the pressure. “Better?”“Yes. Now do the same transition under the breast. Same rule. Soft where it turns, sharper only where the light hits hard.”I followed. The charcoal scraped quietly. His hand came in again, resting lightly over mine to guide the angle.“Feel how the stick wants to catch the tooth of the paper? Don’t fight it. Let it skip a little. That skip is what keeps the skin looking alive.”I nodded and tried on my own. The marks came out cleaner. He didn’t step back. His chest was almost against my shoulder now.“You’re getting the idea,” he said, voice lower than before. “Most people rush the mi

Luke left me sitting on the edge of the table for a minute, wrists still marked from the rope, thighs open, cum slowly leaking out of me onto the wood. He walked over to the sink in the corner, washed his hands, then came back with a clean rag and a bottle of water.“Drink,” he said, holding it to my lips.I drank. Some of it spilled down my chin. He wiped it away with his thumb.“You did good taking all that,” he said. “But we’re not done. Stand up.”My legs felt unsteady. He caught my elbow and steadied me, then turned me around so I faced the large mirror he used for checking proportions on portraits. My reflection looked wrecked: flushed cheeks, messy hair, jeans still shoved down around my thighs, the faint red lines on my wrists.“Watch yourself,” he ordered. “I want you to see everything.”He pulled my jeans and underwear the rest of the way off and tossed them aside. Then he reached for another length of rope. This time he tied my wrists in front of me, then lifted my arms and