“Yes, and you’ll be starved and beaten and used…” His fist collected her hair, pulling it tight. “You’re happier here with me, aren’t you? You’d rather I cured you myself?”

She pictured them together right now, her frail and blonde, being violated by a man she was supposed to trust, crushed beneath his ruddy flesh as he used her however he liked. “Yes.”

He yanked her hair like it was reins. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Good.” He pulled out, gripping her waist and turning her over. Eden barely had time to blink before her dress was yanked up and his cock thrust back inside her. Sensation blared through her, music playing ten times too loud.

“Doctor… what is this? What are you…?”

“It’s for your own good,” he snarled, pumping into her. “It’s the only thing that’ll work. You want me to keep going, don’t you?”

“But—”

He smiled, his grin so evil and insane, it made her squirm. He laughed, pushing a finger into her mouth and pinning her tongue. “You’ve wanted this. Now be quiet.”

His pace changed. He fucked her slowly, dragging in and out, twisting his hips in a way that made her gag. Her arousal climbed up, up, up. She didn’t know how men usually fucked her, but this was different. He moved like he had all the time in the world. Slow and steady and perfect. His cock was a bit too much, which for her had always been the perfect amount. And then she was there, melting back into the chair, coming for a second time. Willow’s stomach shuddered, his face contracted, his neck muscles pulled tight. “Jesus.”

“Willow,” she gasped, completely breaking character. “Willow!”

His head rolled back as he slammed into her, moaning loud and unapologetic. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

His body went rigid, his eyes rolling back in his head and Eden could have sworn he grew even thicker as he convulsed deep inside her.

Willow held them together for a moment, his eyes closed. His hair was on end, his skin flushed and sweaty. He didn’t even look vaguely like a doctor.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Christ almighty.” He pulled her up into his arms and kissed her cheek, his Scottish accent gone, along with his doctorly demeanour. “Fuck me dead, Eden.”

She giggled.

9

The best sex I’ve ever had.

Eden slumped against Willow’s chest.

The best sex I’ve ever had. The best sex I’ve ever had.

She didn’t know why she was so surprised. Willow was ripped, he smelled amazing, and he’d blown her mind at Fiasco. He’d come so prepared to role play, he’d paid for a fake doctor plaque. But Eden still couldn’t believe it. It was more than the role play and more than his body. More than the sum of what they’d done together. It defied definition.

“You okay?”