The dildo stretched her open, sliding inch by cool inch inside her body. Eden jolted her hips, trying to press it deeper.

Willow clucked his tongue. “Such a little whore.”

That ugly word was like a strike to her clit. She cried out as the cock pulsed inside her.

Willow compressed a hand against her stomach. “Restrain yourself, Miss Cartwright, or I’ll bind your legs.”

Eden moaned incoherently as the cock slid deeper, gliding over muscles that had been clamped tight for so, so long. “Please, Doctor? Please?”

He clucked his tongue again. “Please what, Miss Cartwright?”

He seemed to be growing in size and power, becoming calmer and focused as she lost her goddamn mind. “Miss Cartwright, what are you feeling?”

“It’s so close,” she whispered.

“The convulsion?”

“Yes.”

“Focus. Reach your convulsion and don’t worry about what comes next.”

A shock of alarm. “What comes next?”

He didn’t respond. The dildo moved faster, deeper, bottoming out. Eden whimpered as pleasure coiled inside her, a snake preparing to strike. She studied Willow as her orgasm surged, brash and boyish, a guest at a summer party. The kind of man she swore she’d never touch. She screwed up her eyes as the cock ground against her g-spot. Her pussy clutched at it, contracting so tightly, it was like it was trying to snap the dildo in half. “I’m coming. Oh, Doctor! Oh my god!”

“There you go,” he muttered. “Good lass.”

Blinding pleasure edged with ragged pain. Eden yanked her bonds so hard, she felt the skin of her wrists break. She didn’t fucking care. When she opened her eyes, the room seemed softer, full of dancing dust motes and warmth. Willow stood above her, dildo in hand. Even from her vulnerable position, she could see he was shaking. “Was that… a convulsion, Doctor?”

He didn’t answer. His jaw was set. “Miss Cartwright?”

“Yes, Doctor?”

He took off his coat and threw it over the nearby frame. “There is no other way. You must be… taken.”

Eden blinked. “What does that mean?”

He avoided her gaze. “That is not for you to understand. Just know that I’m giving you care, Miss Cartwright.”

Eden bit back a smirk. “But I’ve already convulsed, Doctor?”

“You need more.”

He moved to her side and untied her wrists. She could smell him as he hovered over her, hot and strong with a faint antiseptic tang. An aftershock rippled through her, making her shudder. Her hands snapped free, and she brought them to her chest, flexing her fingers.

He tapped her side. “Turn onto your front.”

With difficulty, Eden rolled over, lying on her stomach. The position was more awkward in a reclined chair, and she lifted herself onto her hands and knees. The doctor made a strangled sound. “Good girl, stay right there.”

He lifted her skirt, pulling it around her waist. “Doctor, what are you doing?”

“Be quiet. And hold still.”