Her Dirty Little Games

　　I sat in the waiting room, my legs crossed tightly, my heart pounding so hard I was sure the receptionist could hear it, but none of that mattered, because in a few minutes, l'd be spreading my legs for him.

　　The gynecologist. Dr. Ethan Cole.

　　I'd been stalking his Instagram for a year.

　　Every post, every story. He had hands that looked like they knew exactly what they were doing, and I was about to find out.

　　"Lena?" The nurse called my name, snapping me out of my fantasy.

　　I stood, smoothing my skirt, my pulse throbbing between my thighs. This was it. Time to lie.

　　Just tell him you're in pain. He'll have to touch you. He'll have to look.

　　The nurse led me to the exam room, and I sat on the crinkly paper, my legs dangling, I was already soaking wet. Any minute now, he'd walk in. And then?

　　I'd make sure he never forgot me.

　　The door clicked open, and there he was... Dr Ethan Cole in the flesh. Tall, broad-shouldered, his white coat fitted his body just right. His dark hair was perfectly tousled, like he'd just run his fingers through it, and his lips curled into a knowing smirk the second our eyes met.

　　Oh God.

　　My pussy clenched, a hot pulse of need radiating through me. I crossed my legs tighter, but it was no use-the dampness between my thighs was undeniable.

　　"Lena," he called.

　　The way he said my name sent a shiver down my spine. "What brings you in today?"

　　I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. "I've been... having pain," I murmured, shifting on the paper-covered table. "During sex."

　　His gaze flickered... just for a second-down to where my thighs pressed together, then back up. "Pain?" He stepped closer, the scent of his cologne wrapping around me. "Where, exactly?"

　　I bit my lip. "Inside."

　　A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips.

　　"Well, we'll have to take a look, then."

　　He reached for a pair of gloves, the latex snapping against his wrists as he pulled them.

　　My heart pounded. This was really happening.

　　"Lie back for me," he instructed.

　　l obeyed, my heart hammering as I settled onto the table. His fingers brushed the inside of my knee, guiding my legs apart, and I swore I saw his jaw tighten when he saw how wet I already was.

　　"You're very... sensitive," he murmured, his thumb tracing a slow, teasing circle just below my panty line.

　　I whimpered. Fuck.

　　His eyes locked onto mine. "Let's see what's causing you so much... discomfort."

　　And then his fingers slipped beneath the edge of my panties.

　　His fingers were warm through the thin latex as they grazed the soaked fabric of my panties. My breath shuddered out of me, my hips lifting instinctively... just a fraction, but enough to make his smirk deepen.

　　He knew.

　　Of course he knew.

　　"You're very wet for someone in pain," he murmured.

　　His thumb slid into the lace, dragging it aside slowly. The cool air of the exam room hit my exposed flesh, making me shiver. Or maybe it was the way his gaze burned between my legs, taking in every trembling inch of me.

　　"I... it comes and goes," I lied, my voice embarrassingly breathless.

　　"Mmm." His gloved fingers traced my clit and my back arched off the table.

　　"Does it hurt now?"

　　I shook my head, unable to speak.

　　He chuckled. "Good."

　　And then... God... then he pressed a single finger inside me, slow and deep, his eyes locked on mine as he curled it up. My thighs jerked, my nails digging into the crinkling paper beneath me.

　　"Tight," he observed. "But no pain?"

　　I shook my head again, my breath coming in short gasps.

　　"Interesting." A second finger joined the first, stretching me, his palm rubbing against my clit with every thrust.

　　My vision blurred. "Dr. Cole..." His name spilled from my lips.

　　"You can call me Ethan," he said, leaning down, his breath hot against my ear. "Since we're being honest now."

　　I moaned, my hips rocking against his hand.

　　His teeth grazed my earlobe.

　　"You came here for me, didn't you?"

　　I couldn't lie anymore. "Yes."

　　His fingers went deeper into my pussy, his thumb circling my clit in ruthless, perfect strokes. "Then come for me, Lena. Let me hear how much you needed this."

　　And just like that... I shattered.

　　My climax crashed over me, my body bowing off the table as I cried out.

　　He finally pulled away, peeling off the gloves with a sharp snap. "Stand."

　　I didn't think... just obeyed, sliding off the exam table on shaky legs. The crinkling paper stuck to my thighs, and I barely noticed. My entire body was still humming from his touch.

　　His gaze was dark and possessive, as he stepped back, giving me space. "Kneel." he said with that same low, commanding voice.

　　My knees hit the floor before the word fully registered, the cold tile biting into my skin. But I didn't care. The control, the way he took it so effortlessly... fuck, it only made me wetter.

　　He smirked, as if he'd known all along. As if he'd been waiting for this.

　　His fingers worked the button of his pants, then the zipper, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet room. When he pushed the fabric down, his cock sprang free... hard, thick, already glistening at the tip.

　　Jesus.

　　My mouth watered.

　　He gripped himself, stroking slowly his eyes locked on mine.

　　"Suck."

　　I didn't hesitate. Leaning forward, I wrapped my lips around him, taking him deep. He groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me.

　　"That's it," he murmured. "Just like that."

　　I thrust in and out, sucking harder, my tongue swirling along his dick. He tasted like salt and the way his hips jerked told me I was doing it right.

　　"Fuck, Lena," he growled, tightening his grip.

　　I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse. "Yeah," he hissed. "You wanted this. Wanted me to use you."

　　I did. God, I did.

　　His thrusts grew rougher, deeper, fucking my mouth with the same precision he'd used between my thighs. I let him, my body pliant, my fingers digging into his hips.

　　Then, suddenly, he pulled back. "Schedule a follow-up," he said, his voice dangerously calm. "In one week."