Her Dirty Little Games (An Erotica Collection)

Three days.

That's how long it had been since Claire's fingers had pushed inside me while he watched.

Since he'd taken me home, fucked me raw, and left me trembling in my bed with nothing but the memory of his touch.

And now? He went radio silence.

I checked my phone again... no new messages. My stomach twisted.

Did I do something wrong?

Had I been too loud? Too eager? Should I have fought Claire off, even cuffed?

But he wanted that. He commanded it.

I bit my lip, my fingers hovering over my phone. I'd drafted a dozen texts, deleted every one.

He should message first.

Except he hadn't.

My thighs pressed together, aching. I was drenched, my body still humming from the memory of him. Of them. I'd touched myself three times today already, making my fingers a substitute for his, but it wasn't enough. I needed him.

Before I could overthink it, l opened my clinic app and booked the first available appointment.

Reason for visit: Follow-up.

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I pressed my fingers on my thighs as I sat in the waiting room, the nurse behind the desk kept glancing at me, but I didn't care. I guess she already knew why I was here.

"Lena?"

I stood, smoothing my short skirt and followed her down the hall. 

She stopped at the door. "Dr. Walsh will see you now."

Walsh?

My stomach dropped. I pushed inside anyway.

The man behind the desk wasn't Ethan.

He was older, with dark eyes that raked over me like he could already see me naked.

"Lena," he said, smiling. "Come in. Sit."

I didn't move. "Where's Dr. Cole?"

His grin widened. "Disappointed?" He leaned back in his chair. "Don't be. I'm just as... active as Ethan. Maybe even better."

A hot flush crawled up my neck.

He stood, circling the desk, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Did you like the tape?"

Fuck. I had completely forgotten about that.

He stepped closer, close enough that I could smell his cologne. "I watched it. Over and over. The way you moaned. The way you rode him." His thumb brushed my lower lip. "I want a taste."

I should've slapped him. Should've walked out. But my body burned.

"You recorded us," I breathed.

"Mmm." His hand slid down my throat, over my collarbone, stopping just above my breast. "And you loved it. Didn't you?"

I swallowed hard as his fingers dipped lower, tracing the neckline of my dress. "Tell me you didn't touch yourself to it."

His palm cupped my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple through the fabric. "Tell me you don't want to know how I fuck."

I let out a whimper, and that was all the answer he needed.

In one swift motion, he spun me around, pressing me against the desk. "Ethan might've had you first," he growled, yanking my skirt up, "but I'll make sure you remember me."

His hand slid between my thighs... and fuck, I was soaked.

"Look at that," he muttered, his fingers dragging through my slickness. "Already wet for me."

I arched against him, my back pressing into his chest. "You're sick," I gasped, even as my hips rocked against his fingers.

"And you're dripping." His thumb circled my clit with just enough pressure to make my knees buckle.

I should've fought. Should've shoved him away.

But my body betrayed me.

"Fuck..." I moaned slowly as his fingers plunged deeper, curling inside me in a way that made my vision blur.

Dr. Walsh chuckled against my ear. "That's exactly what I plan to do."

Before I could respond, his hands gripped my hips, spinning me around to face him. His hungry dark eyes locked onto mine as he lifted me effortlessly, tossing me onto the exam table. Medical books and files crashed to the floor in a chaotic thud, but neither of us cared.

"Look at you," he murmured, stalking forward, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties. 

Then slowly, he dragged them down with his teeth, his lips brushing my inner thighs as he went. My heart hammered, my fingers tangling in his hair, tugging hard.

He smirked up at me. "Impatient?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't, because in the next second, his mouth was on me, his tongue lapping at my slickness like he was starving.

"Oh my god..." My back arched off the table, my thighs clamping around his head.

He groaned against me, his fingers digging into my hips. "It tastes even better than you sounded on that tape."

The mention of the recording sent a fresh wave of heat through me. Had he watched it? Touched himself to it? The thought alone had me grinding against his mouth, chasing my release like a fucking addict.

But he pulled away just as I was about cuming.

"No..." I gasped, reaching for him.

"Beg for it," he ordered, unbuttoning his pants slowly. His dick sprang free, thick and already glistening at the tip. "Tell me you want it."

I bit my lip, my chest heaving. "You're a bastard."

"And you're mine now."

With one brutal thrust, he was inside me, filling me so deep I saw stars.

"Fuck!" My nails scraped down his back as he set a punishing pace, his hips slamming into mine with no mercy.

"Tell me," he growled, gripping my throat. "Tell me I fuck you better than he ever did."

I couldn't lie.

"Yes-yes..." I choked out, my legs locking around his waist.

"Good girl."

Then he really started moving.

"Fuck-yes... right there..." I gasped, my head tipping back.

He smirked down at me. "That's it, take it," he growled. "You love this, don't you?

Being used like this?"

I couldn't even deny it. My body was his, trembling, dripping, completely at his mercy.

Suddenly, the door swung open, a rush of cold air hit my overheated skin, and there, standing frozen in the doorway was Dr. Ethan Cole.