Physical Therapist Gives His Patient Special Exercises

Luna's muscles sang after months of hard PT. Her body's ready. Her mind's not. She's got that sick little pull every time her therapist's hands press into her. Tight grip, confident, like he already knows she's breaking. So she asks for it. Really pushes. 'Make me sweat,' she tells him. Voice low. Daring him. He doesn't ask twice. Drags her through the drills till her thighs shake and her shirt clings to her chest. Breath staggers. She watches him watch her. Neither of them pretends the line’s still straight. She drops to her knees for the final stretch and feels his fingers bruise over her hips. One breath. Two. Then the door locks and his mouth is on her neck like he’s been holding back for every goddamn session. Clothes hit tile. He fucks her deep on the mat. Rough, fast, like they both knew it was coming. She bites his shoulder when she comes. Still tastes his sweat when she swallows the moan. No aftercare. Just the ache and the quiet between them when they pull apart.