Davey discarded his shirt, tossing it aside carelessly, his well- defined physique exuding strength. “It's alright," he assured, leaning closer, his arms lifting her slender legs gently, his voice husky. "There's ample time. Let's start here."

Casey was rendered speechless.

Outside, Jimena, the private physician, waited patiently. The appointment was scheduled for three, yet much time had elapsed without any sign from the bedroom Casey was in.

Faint sounds of gasps and whispers floated through the door, tinting Jimena's cheeks with embarrassment.

The disarray near the sofa, Davey's discarded shirt and belt and Casey's crumpled nightgown, painted a vivid picture of their passionate encounter.

As someone who had experienced intimacy before, Jimena recognized the signs all too well. She never imagined Davey, known for his cold demeanor, to be so tender, coaxing with endearments Like "Good, baby, one more time, okay..."

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the bedroom door creaked open.

Davey emerged, his hair still damp from a recent wash, addressing Jimena matter-of-factly, “After the acupuncture session, investigate why she is experiencing discomfort down there."

Jimena's cheeks flushed even deeper. Davey clearly had no idea what boundaries were. She nodded, stepping aside to allow Davey to pass before entering the room herself.

Inside, despite the tidying, the lingering scent of their indulgence lingered in the air.

In the center of the plush bed, the stunning Casey reclined, bathed in soft light, her delicate form sprawled weakly. Her flawless back arched gracefully, yet it bore the telltale signs of bruising and marks, as though etched by the hands of another.

Jimena was well-acquainted with these marks. While they appeared severe, they were surprisingly bearable. She knew that in the passionate throes of intimacy, especially with a man who had restrained himself for so long, such marks were almost inevitable.

Even in such a state, Casey remained breathtakingly beautiful.

Jimena first tended to the wounds in Casey's lower region, eliciting a hiss of pain from Casey as she spread Casey's legs.

Quick to apologize, Jimena inquired, “I'm sorry, madam. Did that hurt?"

Casey grimaced slightly but assured Jimena, "No."

Jimena couldn't help but empathize with the pain Casey must be enduring. It was agonizing even to witness.

The wounds spoke volumes, unmistakably tears, requiring no further explanation or judgment. They bore witness to Davey's excessive force just moments ago.

Jimena's heart swelled with sympathy for the graceful Casey as she gently said, "Madam, please endure a bit longer. I'll handle the treatment with care."

Jimena had always harbored a soft spot for Casey.