Sophia Reynolds barely slept for the entire week.

Every night she lay beside her husband, staring at the ceiling, her body burning with shame and forbidden desire. Dr. Kane’s voice echoed in her mind, deep, commanding, filthy. The memory of his fingers and tongue between her thighs made her press her legs together in the dark, guilt and arousal warring inside her.

She told herself she wouldn’t go back. Yet here she was, sitting in the same waiting room, heart racing, thighs already damp.

"Mrs. Reynolds? Dr. Kane is ready for you."

Sophia followed the nurse with shaky legs. The moment she stepped into the examination room, the air felt...