Unwanted Medication

Hospitals already feel cold, clinical, the kind of place you rush through. Korina walked in expecting just that—quick in and out. Instead Nikky Thorne, the sharp-tongued domme nurse on duty, shut the exam-room door and took something hotter than blood. She bent Korina over the paper-sheeted table, slid a gloved hand between her thighs, and worked her clit with slow, punishing circles. Korina meant to stay proud. She tried. The first orgasm cracked that pride clean in half; she came gasping, thighs twitching against Nikky’s wrist. The second left her panting, legs weak. By the third she was nothing but a trembling, dripping slut riding the nurse’s fingers, soaking the paper beneath her and begging for more with every broken breath.