It had been a long day at the clinic for Kate. While it had been uncharacteristically quiet for a Tuesday, her mind had been busy thinking of other matters. After three weeks of dating, she’d finally had an open and honest conversation about sex with him. “Sharing the erotic stories I enjoy on Reddit was a mistake,” she kept telling herself.

She felt stupid for not waiting until they’d had sex at least once to raise the topic. Now, in her 30s and unfulfilled by previous relationships, she was frustrated that her needs were never met. The increasingly sexual discussion over dinner with him last night hadn’t helped cool her desires, and she’d foolishly blurted out what she wanted… what she needed.

Pulling out her phone and showing him several stories on her Reddit app had definitely been a step too far. She’d thought it was the night when she’d invite him to bed, convinced he wasn’t just some ‘fuck boy’ looking for a one-night stand. But as the night went on, he grew quieter, eventually leaving her place far earlier than she’d expected, with only a kiss and a quick goodbye.

Finishing her paperwork, Kate looked up at the clock on the wall. It was nearly 6, and the clinic had been closed for a while. It was time to go home, drink a few glasses of wine, and try to forget the disaster that was last night. She had a few days off, thanks to her shift pattern, and looked forward to wallowing around the house.

Walking out of her examination room, she quickly scanned around the clinic, realising she was all alone—nobody else was hanging around tonight. She fetched her bag and headed to the main entrance.

The sun was warm on her skin as she stepped outside, with a light stream of people walking along the parade nearby. Her mind, however, was still elsewhere.

As she turned to lock the entrance, keys in hand, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Kate, can we talk—inside, please?” he said.

“Fuck! You gave me such a fright! I didn’t expect to see you here, especially after last night,” she replied, spinning around to face him. Last week he’d visited her at the clinic and taken her to lunch, something she hadn’t expected to enjoy again—especially after that stupid discussion the night before.

Ushering her back through the entrance, his hand on her lower back, they stood facing each other in the waiting area. The silence was unbearable for Kate, who feared he’d come to tell her he didn’t want to keep dating. Her heart sank.

“Kate, was everything you said and showed me last night true?” he asked in a low, controlled tone.

“About that, I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have…” she started to answer, only for his eyes to suddenly narrow and his expression to harden.

“Kate, answer the question—honestly,” he pressed.

“Well, kinda, yeah, but it was too soon and I’m sor—” His hand under her chin stopped her mid-response.

“Come on, then,” he said.

Taking her wrist, he guided her through the corridors towards the back of the clinic. He’d used the restroom here last week while waiting for her to be ready for lunch, so he must have paid some attention to the layout, she thought. Ushered along, Kate found herself standing in the x-ray room, his hand still gripping her wrist.

“You really shouldn’t be in here,” she said, though she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of excitement. What is he up to? she thought.

Guiding her hands onto the x-ray table, he stood behind her, his breathing heavy. “This is what you want, right, Kate?” he asked. She went to reply, but only a soft, agreeing moan escaped her lips.

“Let’s see what you’ve been hiding from me, then,” he said, roughly pulling down the bottom half of her scrubs and leaving the waistband bunched just above her knees. His breathing grew heavier as he looked down at her black lace thong-covered backside.

“Kate, why are you wearing these to work? Are you a slut?” he growled. But before she could come up with any answer, his hands began to firmly grasp each cheek, making her wiggle back against him instinctively.

Staring over the table, Kate couldn’t see his expression, but she felt his right hand patting her bum once, then twice. Expecting the third gentle pat, she gasped when a heavy smack landed instead, almost throwing her off balance. The sting left her body tensed, waiting for the next one to follow.

“Stay there,” he ordered, walking over to the wall of cabinets and opening doors, searching the contents. He returned with a large roll of elastic bandage and a bottle of ultrasound gel. Peering over her shoulder, Kate’s mind raced.

Shuffling her around to face him, he took the roll and began wrapping it around her, pinning her elbows to her sides, over her scrubs top. Tightly, he wound it around her until she could barely move her arms from the elbows up.

“How does that feel?” he asked, and she nodded acceptingly.

“But, the entrance is unlocked—we really should go and lock it,” she murmured, just remembering it had been left that way since they walked back in. He didn’t respond, only shuffling her back around and bending her firmly over the table.

Her thong now shifted to one side, the ultrasound gel felt cold when it hit her anus. Instructing her to play with herself as best she could with her limited arm movement, he began to slide his thumb gently inside her. He went deeper and faster as she relaxed. She then heard his belt unfasten and the zip of his jeans. Another large squirt of gel didn’t touch her directly but covered the length of his generous cock.

With one hand on her lower back, she felt his enormous gland brush against her tight entrance. She heard his deep grunts, his anticipation matching her own, as he pushed inside.

He could have only taken her for five minutes, but it felt like fifteen. Her eager body accepted him surprisingly well, allowing him long, deep thrusts. The mixture of intense pressure and fullness, along with her own fingers working her clit, left her dripping with arousal. His grunting grew louder, both hands now gripping her hips and pulling her harder and deeper onto him.

“Kate, I think I hear someone,” he teased, pounding her even harder. The sudden rush of panic at his words only excited her more, her little clit throbbing and her face flushed. She was dangerously close to coming, and he sensed it too.

“Dirty sluts don’t get to cum yet,” he uttered in her ear, reaching under her to tangle his fingers with hers, stopping her just short. Denying her release thrilled him, and the tightness of her body finally drove him over the edge. With a deep, final thrust, he released, filling her completely. Her clit begged, helplessly abandoned, desperate for satisfaction.

As he slid out of her, he pressed two fingers deep into her soaked pussy.

“Now, Kate, make yourself cum on my fingers,” he demanded. Her hands moved quickly, his spare hand taking a rough fistful of her hair and pulling her head back. Bound, hair pulled, her ass still warm from his release and his fingers deep inside her—she finally convulsed against the table, her mind blank, but deeply satisfied.

He placed his fingers in her mouth, reassuring her she’d done well. He removed the bandages, pulled her thong and scrubs back up, and kissed her deeply.

“You clean up here, and I’ll see you at mine in an hour.” It wasn’t a question.

Arriving at his house with her scrubs still damp from their shared passion, she found dinner nearly ready. She showered in his en-suite and put on some clothes he’d left out for her, an oversized pair of joggers and one of his t-shirts. They didn’t speak about what had happened earlier. After eating, they cuddled up on the sofa for hours, him gently stroking her hair and peppering her with kisses.

For the rest of the night, and again in the morning, he fulfilled several of her fantasies. Tying her wrists with the soft belt from a bathrobe, he used a new vibrating wand he’d purchased that day to edge her for what seemed like hours. She came close several times, and each time he left her body quivering, denied. The last three times, though, he finally submitted to her begging, making her climax so hard she cried. She slept in his arms, the soft belt still loosely tied around her wrists, feeling a deep sense of being owned.

In the morning, he placed her on the floor, arching her back upward while her face lay down. Gripping her neck from behind, he seemed focused only on his pleasure, his hold tightening around her throat as he reached climax. His deep thrusts and possessive grip left her feeling fully used, as he released his potent load deep inside her. A final, firm smack to her bum capped it all, signalling his satisfaction. She lay there for a while afterward, purring in contentment.

After another shower, she relaxed on his sofa while he cooked breakfast. Reading a few messages and emails on her phone, she opened Reddit and stumbled across an erotic story with a familiar title. As she read it, she realised it nearly mirrored the last 24 hours—the intense anal at the clinic, the orgasm denial and release through the night, and the unapologetic morning session.

Looking up, she saw him leaning against the kitchen door, smiling.

“Breakfast is ready, beautiful. And I hope you’re not reading that smutty content on Reddit again,” he said with a knowing smile.

//THE END