No

In your post-cum haze, you lean into the Doctor, cooing as you squirm against his touch.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" he whispers into your neck, flexing his massive cock so powerfully it practically lifts you out of his lap. You shriek, giggling like a schoolgirl as the Doctor picks you up by your tapered waist and pushes you forward against his desk.

Face down, drooling onto his papers in slutty desire, you feel Adrian's hands tear open your yoga pants in one swift pull, your sweaty, needy ass finally bursting free. You push your hips back, quaking it all for the Doctor as your hands do away with your shirt. Stark naked, you arch your back, waiting, hopeful...

You moan like a whore, as a single powerful finger rests against the eager ring of your ass. "Who does this belong to?"

"You, Adrian," you squeal desperately, your submission rewarded by his finger penetrating you, curling against your prostate as your brain gives you over completely to the joy of being a buttslut. You push back against his finger, eager for more-

And are momentarily disappointed as it pulls out, leaving you whining and empty until a larger, wider something presses up to your backdoor.

"What are you?" his powerful voice demands as you try to resist the urge to throw it back against him, knowing he is in control, that he deserves control... but you don't know the answer.

"I'm- I'm- IiiiooOOOOH FUCK!" you scream as he shoves his cock inside you, the powerful thrust slamming you against his desk, once, twice, again, again, oh fuck he's so fucking big, the pain fierce at first but slowly fading into the most divine pleasure as you grind against him, serving him, worshiping him-

He grabs your wrists and pulls you back, forcing himself even deeper as he takes your anal cherry. It's all so clear to you now - this is what you were born for, where you belong, what God made your perfect ass to do. "Yes yes YES DOCTOR, oh YES, FUCK MEEEEE!"

And he obliges, drilling you again and again into his desk, holding your face from behind so you can suck greedily on one of his fingers while spanking your quivering ass with his other hand. The **** on your senses is intoxicating, complete, inescapable-

And then suddenly over as he pulls out. You turn, pouting, wanting more, to see him sitting back in his chair, cock towering and rigid as a skyscraper, waiting for you. Your legs barely holding together, you crawl across the carpet to him, and when you reach him he picks you and lowers you, facing him, into his lap.

His thumb rubs across your drooling lips as he admires you, his slut, his creation. "You still don't know what you are." The disappointment in his voice shakes you to your core, and all you can do is grind against his cock in apology. Still staring at you, he lifts you up and forces his cock back inside, spearing you open as you sit up on his lap.

He guides your legs up over his shoulders, opening your slutty asshole wide and rendering you completely helpless as you sit skewered on his cock, gripping desperately to the steel muscles of his forearms for balance. You know he can see the fear in your eyes at your utter surrender, but just looking deep into the powerful, commanding gaze of the Doctor, your Doctor, your man, your master, all your fear is replaced by an overriding need to serve him.

He grabs your neck and pulls you in for a kiss, and you can't stop yourself from moaning against his tongue. With one powerful heave, he lifts you off the steel missile of his cock, the sudden emptiness forcing a whorish groan as your spent dicklet flops delicately in the air. You wait for him to **** you down, needing it, almost biting through your lip in horny anticipation... but the Doctor stares at you.

"Please... Adrian... please..." You can barely get the words out to beg him, heat burning across your body, no shame left.

"Say it." He commands... but what does he want you to say? You wriggle desperately in the air, needing his cock in your ass, whining, pleading, but he won't bring you down. Finally, a thought breaks through your cockdrunk stupor-

"I need... I need your cock..." you whisper in your sultriest coo, your free hands teasing at your nipples "Doctor... Adrian... Daddy... I need you to fuck me, Daddy, I need you to let me worship you with my ass because... because I'm your woman, I'm your slut, I'm your biiiiIIITTCH OH GOD-"

Your brain is erased in pleasure as he slams your entire slim frame down the entire length of his majestic manhood, and before he's even lifted you back up, jackhammering your poor, thirsty ass, your clitty spurts across the thick dark hair of his chest.

Time seems to dilate, your mind flattened into an empty-headed world of pleasure, of service, of your powerful new Master using you like the sex doll you have so willingly become, the pleasure on his face an almost as intoxicating erotic **** as the iron rod splitting open your ass...

With every thrust, you feel him deeper and deeper, impossibly, stretching to some limit - you see the raw need on his face, sense your Master is ready to give you his greatest gift, the seed that will Christen you as his girl, his belonging -

You cup his chin with your delicate hands and kiss him, whispering in his ear, "Make me your's, Daddy, make your woman-" and shiver in sudden ecstasy as his cock erupts inside of you, a geyser of cum pouring into your waiting hole, the world going static-grey in white hot pleasure now that you finally, finally belong to him.