Coma Patient

Holly Halston slips into her patient’s room once the ward goes quiet. She peels back the sheet, works two fingers into his ass and starts pumping, then presses her mouth over the head of his cock and sucks until her jaw aches. Every shift change, every empty hallway, she repeats it—ball gag jammed between her teeth when she wants to keep quiet, her own ass stretched around the same fingers she used on him. Months later he wakes up. He remembers every slick sound, every stolen thrust. He finds her, straps her down to the exam table, metal biting her wrists and ankles. Mark Davis takes his time. He canes the backs of her thighs until the welts bloom, then yanks the plug from her ass and replaces it with the full length of his cock. She’s pinned, drooling around the gag, taking every inch while he drives in deep and steady, no mercy, no release until he decides she’s paid the debt in full.