Sophia’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking as she sat in Dr. Kane’s waiting room the following week.

She had promised herself she wouldn’t come back. She had cried in the shower after the last appointment, hating herself for what she was doing to Mark. But the ache between her legs, the constant memory of Dr. Kane’s thick cock stretching her, his filthy words, and the way he made her feel alive, it had become an addiction she couldn’t fight.

Mark had insisted on coming with her this time. "I want to be more involved in your health, honey," he had said with a sweet smile that made her want to vomit...