The morning sun peeked through the slats of the blinds, casting a striped pattern on the floor of Tony Montana's bedroom. The room was unusually still, the air thick with the scent of last night's rain. Tony stirred under the blankets, his body aching with a fever that had clung to him like a second skin. He groaned, his head pounding as if it were about to crack open like an eggshell under the weight of his symptoms.

The sound of the doorbell pierced the silence, echoing through the hallways and into his ears like a siren's wail. He knew it was Nurse Abby, the home care nurse who had been sent to look after him for the next few days. He had met her only once before, when his doctor had recommended her services, and he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something peculiar about her.

Abby stepped into the room, the door creaking slightly behind her. She was dressed in a tight nurses outfit that was more suited to a costume party than a medical visit. The skirt barely grazed her thighs and the top was unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of lace. Her white lace stockings clung to her legs like a second skin and the sound of her heels clacking against the hardwood floor sent shivers down Tony's spine. He had never seen a nurse dressed quite like this.

Her eyes scanned the room with a practiced efficiency, taking in the half-empty glass of water on the nightstand and the rumpled sheets. "Looks like someone needs some attention," she said with a wink that was definitely not in her job description. Tony felt his cheeks flush despite the heat of his fever. He tried to sit up but the effort was too much and he fell back onto the pillows with a thud.

Abby's smile remained plastic as she approached the bed, the heels of her shoes sinking into the plush carpet. She placed her medical bag on the chair and leaned over him, her ample cleavage spilling out of her top. The coolness of her hand on his forehead sent a shiver down his body, and Tony realized just how much he was sweating. "Looks like you've got quite the fever," her breath warm against his skin.

Her eyes lingered on his, a mischievous glint playing in them that seemed at odds with the situation. Tony's mind swirled with confusion as she began to unbutton his shirt with a surprisingly gentle touch. He tried to protest, his voice weak and gravelly, but she shushed him with a finger pressed to her glossy red lips. "Let me take care of you," she whispered, her voice a sweet caress that sent a different kind of heat through his veins.

Her fingertips trailed along his chest as she listened to his heart, her nails lightly scratching against his skin. He couldn't deny the way his body responded to her nearness, his heart beating faster and his breath hitching in his throat. The coolness of the thermometer she placed under his tongue was a stark contrast to the warmth of her hand, which rested on his cheek as she waited for the reading. When she finally pulled it out, her eyes widened in mock concern. "Oh, you're burning up,"

Abby's voice was like a siren's song, soothing and seductive all at once. She leaned closer, her breath tickling his ear as she whispered, "But don't worry, I know just what you need." Her hand slid down his chest to his abdomen, pressing gently as if checking for pain, but lingering just a moment too long. Tony's eyes followed her movements, unable to look away from the seductive sway of her hips as she moved around the bed.

With a flick of her wrist, she opened the medical bag, revealing an assortment of supplies that seemed more suited to a fantasy than a sick room. There were bottles of oil, a feather duster, and a blindfold, all neatly arranged next to the thermometer and stethoscope. Tony's heart raced as he tried to make sense of what was happening. Was this part of her usual routine? Or was there something more to her care than met the eye?

"Let's start with some TLC," she said, her voice a purr as she uncapped a bottle of oil. The scent of lavender filled the air as she began to rub it into her hands. She straddled him, her legs strong and smooth as she placed one hand on his forehead to keep him still. The coolness of the oil was a relief against his flaming skin. Her other hand began to trace patterns down his neck, sending shivers through his body that had nothing to do with his illness.

Her movements grew more deliberate, her fingers gliding over his shoulders and down his arms. Tony's eyes fluttered closed as she worked the tension out of his muscles with a firmness that belied her gentle touch. He could feel the heat of her thighs through the thin fabric of her skirt, and every stroke of her hand sent a jolt of electricity straight to his core. He tried to focus on the soothing scent of the lavender, but it only served to make him more aware of her closeness.

"How does that feel, Mr. Montana?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.

Tony's eyes shot open, and he gulped down a mouthful of dry air. The question hung in the room, thick with innuendo. "It feels... good," he managed to croak out, his voice barely above a murmur. He wasn't quite sure if he was talking about the massage or the way her body felt against his.

Abby's smile grew wider, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Good," she said, her voice a purr that seemed to resonate through his very bones. "Let's see if we can sweat this fever out of you, Mr. Montana." She began to massage his chest with more pressure, her thumbs circling in a way that had nothing to do with medical care. Each stroke sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through him, mixing with the fever already raging within.

Her hand slid lower, under the cover, finding his cock which had grown rock-hard against his will. He gasped as she wrapped her cool fingers around it, stroking him with a slow, deliberate rhythm that seemed to sync with the throb of his headache. The contrast of her chilly grip on his heated flesh was a delicious torture that made his toes curl and his eyes roll back in his head.

Abby leaned in closer, her breath warm and sweet against his face, and whispered, "That's a good boy, Mr. Montana," her voice a gentle coax that sent a shiver down his spine. She pressed her lips to his, a soft, tender kiss that belied the possessive grip she had on his most intimate part. Tony felt a thrill of excitement mixed with fear as she kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth as her hand worked his shaft.

Her free hand unbuttoned his pants with the ease of someone who had done it a thousand times before, sliding them down to expose his bare skin to the coolness of the room. He could feel her breath, hot and damp, against his neck as she kissed and nibbled at the sensitive skin there. "Do you want me to stop, Mr. Montana?"  her teeth grazing his earlobe.

Tony's breath came in ragged gasps as he tried to form a coherent response. His body was a live wire, every inch of him begging for more of her touch, more of her. "No," he managed to murmur, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Abby's smile grew more wicked, her teeth glinting in the soft light as she leaned down. With a flick of her tongue, she traced the length of his cock, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body that made him arch off the bed. Her lips closed around the tip, the warmth of her mouth, Tony's eyes rolled back in his head as she began to suck, her movements slow and deliberate, each stroke of her tongue sending waves of ecstasy crashing through him.

Her hand remained wrapped around his shaft, her thumb brushing against the sensitive underside as she deep-throated him, her throat muscles contracting around him in a way that had his hips bucking upwards, desperate for more. The sound of her moaning around his cock was the sweetest music he had ever heard, a symphony of desire that resonated through his very soul. He could feel his orgasm building, a pressure that grew with every second that passed.

Abby's other hand found its way to his chest, her nails digging into his skin just hard enough to remind him that she was in charge. She whispered against his ear, her hot breath sending a shiver down his spine. "Not yet, sweetie. Hold it for me." It was a command that sent his body into a tailspin of pleasure and pain, the urge to climax warring with the need to obey her.

With a grace that seemed almost predatory, she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Her skirt hiked up around her waist, revealing a matching set of lace underwear, already damp with anticipation. Her eyes never left his as she reached down and guided his cock to the slick entrance of her pussy. Tony could feel his heart racing, his entire body thrumming with need as she began to lower herself onto him.

The sensation of her tight, wet heat enveloping him was like nothing he had ever experienced. Her walls clenched around him as she took him inch by inch, her eyes fluttering closed in a silent moan. "Oh yes," she breathed, her voice a low growl that sent a shiver down his spine. "This is what you need, isn't it?"

Tony's hands found her hips, his grip tightening as she began to move. Her movements were slow and deliberate, each rock of her pelvis sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. He could feel the slickness of her juices coating him, her body welcoming his like a glove. Her breasts bounced with the rhythm, her nipples poking through the fabric of her top, begging to be touched.

The pressure built inside him like a volcano ready to erupt, the sensation of her pussy clenching around his cock driving him wild. He could feel his orgasm approaching like a freight train, the intensity of it threatening to consume him entirely. But every time he was about to come, she'd pull back, her hand tightening around his shaft, her eyes locked on his, that wicked smile playing on her lips.

Her movements grew more urgent, her hips rising and falling faster, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Tony's eyes were glued to the sight of her, the way her breasts bobbed with each movement, the way her eyes rolled back in her head in ecstasy. The room was a blur of sensation, the scent of lavender mixing with the musk of their desire, the sound of their bodies slapping together in a rhythmic crescendo.

"Nurse Abby," he moaned, the words barely coherent. "You like the feel of me, don't you?" His voice was a rasp, his throat dry from his fever and the sheer intensity of their union.

Her eyes snapped open, the green in them dark with desire. "More than you could ever know, Mr. Montana," she purred, her voice a sweet caress that seemed to wrap around him like a velvet vice. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest, and whispered, "But first, you need to get better."

With that, she slammed down onto him, her pussy swallowing his cock to the hilt. Tony's eyes rolled back in his head as a wave of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain crashed over him. His hands tightened on her hips, urging her to move faster, to give him the release he craved. She complied, her movements now frantic and wild, her breath hot and ragged against his neck.

The bed rocked and creaked under their combined weight, the sound of their flesh slapping together echoing through the quiet room. Tony could feel the fever breaking, his body responding to the medicine that was Nurse Abby's touch. His hips thrust up to meet her, their rhythm building to a crescendo that seemed to shake the very foundation of the house.

Her nails raked down his chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, as she leaned back, her hair cascading around her like a fiery halo. The sight of her was like nothing he had ever seen before, a vision of pure carnality that made his heart race and his blood boil. She rode him like a woman possessed, her eyes glazed over with lust as she chased her own release.

The pressure inside Tony was unbearable, a tight coil of need that was threatening to snap. "I can't hold on much longer," he grunted, his teeth gritted as he fought the urge to explode.

Abby leaned down, the tip of her tongue tracing a wet line over his parted lips. "Let go," she whispered, the words a command that resonated through his entire being. With a final, desperate thrust, he did as she said, releasing a flood of hot semen deep inside her. She threw her head back, her own orgasm ripping through her, her pussy convulsing around his cock in a symphony of pleasure.

The room was silent except for their ragged breathing, their hearts pounding in unison. Tony could feel the last vestiges of his fever slipping away, replaced by the coolness of satisfaction. He watched as Abby's chest heaved, her breasts rising and falling with each gulp of air she took. Her eyes, still dark with desire, searched his own, and for a moment, he thought he saw something deeper there, a connection that went beyond the physical.

Her hand found his cheek, her thumb tracing a gentle path along his jawline. "How are you feeling now, Mr. Montana?" she asked, her voice a sweet, sultry melody that seemed to resonate in his very bones.

Tony could only nod, his body still thrumming from the intensity of their encounter. "Much better," he managed to murmur, his voice still thick with desire.

Abby's smile grew even more wicked. "Good," she said, her voice a purr that seemed to vibrate through his very soul. "But we're not done yet." She slid off him, her hand lingering for just a moment before she stood up, her skirt falling back into place like a curtain closing on a stage.

Tony watched in a daze as she bent over to pick up her medical bag, her ass framed perfectly by the tight fabric. She pulled out a small bottle of lube and a set of handcuffs, dangling them in front of his face like a cat playing with a mouse. "I noticed you had quite the appetite," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "So which hole are you craving next?"

Her words hit him like a bolt of lightning, his cock twitching back to life at the mere suggestion. He swallowed hard, his fever-addled mind trying to process the sudden turn of events. "I-I want your ass," he finally managed to stutter, his voice thick with need.

Abby's smile grew even more wicked as she took in Tony's desperate craving. She knew she had him hooked, and the power was intoxicating. "Such a naughty patient," she cooed, setting the items from her bag aside. She turned around, presenting her round, firm ass to him, the fabric of her lace thong stretched taut over the curves. "But if that's what the doctor ordered," she said with a dramatic wink over her shoulder.

With surprising agility, Tony managed to get out of bed despite his weakened state, driven by a carnality that surpassed his illness. He stumbled over, his eyes never leaving the tantalizing target. His hands found her hips, gripping them tightly as he positioned himself behind her. His cock, still hard and slick with their combined juices, was eager for more.

Abby giggled, the sound a mix of naughtiness and satisfaction as she felt Tony's renewed interest. She wiggled her ass in his face, the fabric of her thong teasing his nose. "I'm all yours," she said with a sultry smile, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to stroke every nerve in his body.

With trembling hands, Tony reached for the bottle of lube, his fingers slipping slightly on the cool plastic. He poured a generous amount onto his cock, watching as the clear liquid glistened in the light, before spreading it over his shaft with a greedy hand. He felt the anticipation building inside him, a pressure that was as intense as the fever that had gripped him earlier.

"Spread 'em," he growled, the command leaving his lips almost involuntarily.

Abby's smile grew even wider, a glint of excitement flashing in her eyes as she obeyed, placing her hands on her knees and spreading her legs apart. The fabric of her thong was soaked, a clear indication of her arousal. Tony took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring at the sweet scent of her desire. He leaned in closer, his cock twitching with anticipation.

With a firm hand, he pulled the thong aside, revealing her pink, puckered hole. It was as inviting as the rest of her, and he couldn't resist the urge to taste. He leaned in, pressing his tongue against it, feeling it contract beneath his touch. A soft moan escaped her lips as he began to explore, his tongue delving deeper, tasting the sweetness of her arousal.

Her legs began to shake, and she braced herself against the bed, the anticipation of what was to come making her wetter than she had ever been. "Fuck me, Tony," she begged, her voice a whimper that sent a thrill through him. "Take me now."

With a feral growl, Tony lined his lubricated cock up with her tight, virgin hole. He could see the fear and excitement in her eyes, a heady mix that made him feel invincible. He pushed, the resistance was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was like trying to break through a wall of pure velvet, but with every inch that gave way, the pleasure grew more intense.

"You're so tight," he groaned, his voice thick with desire.

Abby's breath hitched as Tony pushed deeper, the pressure building in her ass as she felt herself stretching around his thick cock. "Oh god," she moaned, her nails digging into the bed sheets. She could feel every inch of him, every vein and ridge, as he claimed her in the most intimate way possible. The pain was intense, but it was quickly overshadowed by the building pleasure, the heat of their connection.

Tony's hands gripped her hips tightly, his breathing ragged as he worked himself into her. "You're so fucking tight," his voice thick with lust. His eyes were glued to the sight of his cock disappearing into her, the contrast of her pale skin against his tanned flesh, the way her ass cheeks clenched around him. It was a view that would be forever burned into his memory.

"Fuck me harder," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "It's your Christmas present to me, Mr. Montana." Her words were like a match thrown into a pool of gasoline, igniting the fire within him. He slammed into her with renewed vigor, the sound of their bodies coming together echoing through the room.

Abby's eyes rolled back in her head, a silent scream escaping her lips as Tony claimed her ass in long, powerful strokes. He could feel the tightness of her grip on his cock, the way she was stretching around him, the way she was taking every inch of him without complaint. It was a feeling of power and dominance that he had never experienced before.

He reached around, his hand finding her clit, and began to rub in tight, quick circles. The sound of her wetness filled the air, mixing with the slap of their bodies. "Oh fuck," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea for more. "Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop."

Her words spurred him on, his hips moving faster, his strokes growing more powerful. The handcuffs dug into his wrists, but he barely noticed, lost in the haze of pleasure that was consuming him. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his teeth clenched.

Abby's only response was a series of incoherent moans, her body trembling with the force of his thrusts. She could feel her orgasm building, a tsunami of sensation that threatened to overwhelm her. "Oh god, yes," she panted, her voice barely recognizable. "Don't stop, Tony, please don't stop."

Her words were like a drug to him, pushing him closer to the edge. He slammed into her with all the strength he had left, his cock buried to the hilt in her tight ass. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain that had him teetering on the brink of ecstasy. He could feel her muscles contracting around him, her body begging for release.

With a growl of pure lust, Tony raised his hand, bringing it down firmly on her ass with a resounding smack. The sound echoed through the room, a punctuation to their animalistic mating. "You didn't answer me," he panted, his eyes blazing with desire. "You like this, don't you?"

Abby's cheeks were already a delightful shade of pink from the effort, but the sudden sting of his palm brought a whole new level of color to them. She yelped, the pain mixing with pleasure in a delicious cocktail that sent shockwaves through her body. Her eyes watered, but she couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. "Yes," she moaned, her voice a sweet surrender. "I like it."

Encouraged by her response, Tony's hand fell again, this time with a bit more force. The smack reverberated through the air, leaving a brief silence before her moan filled the room once more. He watched the way her ass jiggled with the impact, the cheeks reddening beautifully. It was a sight that fueled his desire, a visual reminder of his dominance over her.

"Tell me, nurse," he ground out, his voice a low, animalistic rumble. "Do you like it when I spank your naughty little ass?"

Abby's breath hitched, the sting of his hand a delicious counterpoint to the fullness inside her. She could feel herself getting wetter, her pussy clenching around his cock as he continued to fuck her relentlessly. "Y-yes," she managed to stutter out, the word barely a whisper. "I like it."

The confession seemed to unleash something in Tony, his hand falling in a steady rhythm on her ass, each smack louder than the last. The sound was a symphony of pleasure and pain, a beat that matched the pounding of his hips. Her ass was on fire, the sensation spreading through her like wildfire, igniting every nerve ending.

Abby's moans grew louder, her body writhing with every impact. She could feel the heat of his handprints on her skin, a map of desire that matched the burning in her soul. Each smack was a declaration of his power, a reminder that she was his, utterly and completely, to use as he saw fit. And she loved it.

But Tony wasn't content with just hearing her moans. He wanted more. He reached up, his hand wrapping around her throat, squeezing just tight enough to cut off her air for a second before releasing it. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice a mix of lust and demand.

Abby's eyes snapped open, her chest heaving as she sucked in a deep breath. Her eyes were wide with surprise and a hint of fear, but they never left his. The hand around her throat was a stark reminder of his dominance, the power he had over her in this moment.

He watched as she processed his touch, the realization of his intentions dawning in her eyes. A flicker of something unidentifiable crossed her face, and she leaned into his grip, her body arching back to press against him more firmly. "Is that what you want?" she asked, her voice a seductive challenge. "To make me your little slut?"

The word sent a jolt through him, his cock twitching with excitement at the thought. He tightened his grip on her neck, his thumb tracing a line along her jaw. "Is that what you are?" he whispered, his voice a dark promise.

Abby's eyes widened with a mix of fear and arousal. She nodded, the word a breathless whisper. "Y-yes," she stuttered, her voice barely audible. "I'm your slut."

The admission sent a new wave of lust crashing through Tony, his cock pulsing with need. He squeezed her throat tighter, his other hand guiding her hips to meet his thrusts with more fervor. The smack of his hand against her ass grew louder, the sound a punctuation to their illicit dance.

But it was the sudden jolt of pain that took him by surprise, the feel of her teeth sinking into his thumb, breaking the skin and drawing blood. The suddenness of it made him jerk, his cock slipping out of her for a brief moment before he slammed back into her, the shock morphing into a new kind of pleasure.

Her eyes sparkled with a wild, hungry look that sent a shiver down his spine. "Is that what you want, Mr. Montana?" she panted, her voice thick with lust. "To be in control?"

Before he could respond, Tony felt something wet and warm envelop his thumb, and when he pulled back, he saw a drop of blood glistening on the tip. The sight of it only made his cock throb more insistently. "Yes," he breathed, his voice low and demanding. "I want to be in control."

Abby's smile grew even more predatory as she took his blood-slicked thumb into her mouth, sucking the digit clean with a slow, deliberate motion that had Tony's knees threatening to give out. "Then take it," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his. "Take what's yours."

The tsunami of pleasure that hit Abby was like nothing she had ever felt before. Her body was a live wire of sensation, each smack of Tony's hand on her ass sending jolts of electricity straight to her clit. She felt him push deeper into her, his cock filling her to the brink of pain, but she didn't care. All she cared about was the way he made her feel: wanted, desired, and utterly consumed by him.

The sudden jerk of his hips was a shock, the feel of his cock sliding out of her for a brief, agonizing second before plunging back in, sending her spiraling even closer to the edge. She could feel her orgasm building, a pressure that was unbearable in the most delicious way. It was as if he could read her thoughts, knew exactly how close she was, and was determined to push her over the edge with every stroke.

And then it happened. The world around them disappeared, and all that was left was the feel of their bodies, the sound of their mingled moans, and the scent of their desire. Tony's hand tightened around her throat, cutting off her air for a precious second before releasing it with a gasp. It was as if that small act of control had unlocked something in him, and he slammed into her with a ferocity that had her seeing stars.

Abby felt her orgasm hit her like a train, her body shaking violently as she climaxed around him. The pleasure was so intense, it was almost painful, her muscles tightening and releasing in waves of ecstasy. Tony's eyes bore into hers, his own release imminent. She could see the desperation in his gaze, the need to claim her fully, to mark her as his in the most primal way possible.

With a roar, he pulled out of her, his cock slick with their combined juices. She watched in awe as he stroked himself, her own orgasm still pulsing through her like aftershocks. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he came, his semen painting her back and ass in thick, white streaks. The sight of it was more erotic than any porn she had ever seen, a declaration of ownership that sent a thrill through her.

Their breathing was ragged, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. For a moment, they just stood there, panting, their eyes locked in a silent understanding that went beyond words. It was as if they had transcended the boundaries of patient and nurse, becoming something more primal, more raw.

Tony's hand slowly released its grip from her throat, allowing her to breathe deeply. The marks of his fingers lingered, a stark reminder of his dominance that sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel the aftershocks of her orgasm, her ass still quivering from the force of his thrusts. Her knees felt weak, but she remained standing, her body still thrumming with the intensity of their shared climax.

He stumbled over to his dresser, his legs unsteady, his cock still semi-erect and glistening with their combined fluids. The room was hazy with lust and the scent of sex, a testament to the passion that had just unfolded between them. His hand reached into the drawer, pulling out a silver collar, the metal cool to the touch.

The collar was a symbol of his power, a reminder that she belonged to him, and the moment he fastened it around her neck, the transformation was complete.

Tony's eyes were heavy with satisfaction as he gazed down at Abby, her cheek pressed against the plush carpet next to his bed. She was a vision of submission, her body sprawled out before him like a conquered prize. He couldn't resist the urge to run his hand over her, feeling the heat of her skin and the rapid beat of her heart beneath his fingertips.

"You're going to sleep here,"  his voice still thick with the aftermath of their encounter. "Where I can see you."

Abby felt a thrill at his words, her cheek still pressed to the plush carpet beside the bed. She nodded, her body still trembling slightly from the intensity of their lovemaking. With a gentle nudge of his foot, Tony indicated the spot on the floor where she was to rest. It wasn't a large space, but it was enough for her to curl up into a small ball, her hands clutching the edge of the mattress.

The bed creaked slightly as Tony's weight settled on the mattress above her. She watched, her eyes glazed with lust and a hint of trepidation, as he arranged the pillows and pulled the comforter over himself. His eyes were closed, but she could see the faint smile playing on his lips, a smugness, that she belongs to him.