I didn’t leave the couch.
Couldn’t.
My legs were jelly. My mind? Gone.
He broke me. Owned me.
And I didn’t want it any other way.
Dr. Lowe tucked his c**k back into his pants like nothing happened. Like he didn’t just fill me, spank me, ruin me.
"Come back next week," he said calmly, smoothing down his shirt like he hadn’t just wrecked my entire life.
But I couldn’t wait a week.
Hell, I couldn’t wait an hour.
I crawled to my knees, still naked, trembling and aching for more.
“I want another session.”
He looked down at me with that dark smirk.
“Addicted already?”
I nodded.
“Then prove it.”
His tone changed—deeper, darker.
He sat back in his chair, legs wide.
Unbuckled again. Pulled out his c**k.
“Use your mouth.”
God, I was already drooling.
I dragged myself between his
