Sophia’s hands trembled as she sat in the waiting room beside her husband Mark.

She had tried to cancel the appointment. She had told herself this was the last time. But Dr. Kane’s last text, cold and commanding had made it clear: she would show up, or he would call her husband directly to 'discuss her health.'

So here she was. Sitting next to the man she had vowed to love, while her pussy still ached from the last time Dr. Kane had filled her with his cum.

Mark smiled at her and squeezed her hand. "Nervous about the results?"

"A little," she whispered, forcing a smile. Guilt twisted like...