Page 18 of Doctor's Demands
“I am,” comes his deep sexy voice.
“Glad to meet you.”
“And you as well.” I hear him moving around. It sounds like he’s taking off his clothes.
“Um, you won’t be staying here with me is what I understood from your letter. Is that right?”
“I have a place in town. You’ll be alone here most of the time. I’m not sure how often I’ll stop by.”
“I don’t understand,” I say as I turn my head to where I heard his voice come from. “Why buy me if you don’t want much to do with me?”
“To fuck you when I want.” He says flatly. “I’m on vacation and will be doing things I want to do. When I want you, you’ll be right where I left you.”
Not enthused and somewhat disappointed too, I ask, “What kind of things will you be doing to me? I didn’t see any whips or chains.”
“I don’t ever hit my bottoms, if that’s what you mean. It’s mindless fucking. Nothing to worry about or fear. I just need a tight little pussy to get off in and want no ties to that. Affection from you is unnecessary and unwanted. You will never see me. I want no terms of endearment. You call me ‘sir’ when I allow you to speak. Most of the time, you’ll be gagged while I have my way with you. I can see you’re a talker. You don’t seem to have much control over that, do you?”
I ignore his comment and ask, “How am I to never see you if you have to come in and prepare me and let me out of my restraints before you leave?”
“Some member of the staff will do those things for me. Not to worry. You won’t be left in the bonds you’re put in after I’m gone. You’ll be comfortable most of the time. Only when I need a release will I burden you with my needs.”
I want to know the man behind that sexy voice and it’s kind of making me nuts that we’re bound together, but he wants so little to do with me. “But I’m here for you in any way you need me for the next three months. I don’t know what you paid for me, but you can have so much more. I can accompany you places. I’m great company. And love to do all sorts of things. I can be a great companion to you. If you’re unattractive, I don’t mind. I won’t act in any way like I think less of you. You can let me see you and touch you. You might like it—who knows? We can spend time together if you want.”
He cuts me off with his finger to my lips. “Hush. You’re breaking a rule and I despise punishing. Speak when I ask you something. Other than that, remain quiet and listen to me. I’ll take all that I want to from you. All I want is mindless sex. Sorry if I’m boring you with that. But you are mine to bore if that’s what I want to do. The television has all the channels. You have a Kindle on the bedside table and can get all the books you want to read. Spend your time any way you want, as long as it’s within this dwelling I’ve rented for you.”
With a nod, I sigh, “Yes, sir.”
He could be worse and I know that. I think I’ll shut up, let him do what he wants, and reap my reward at the end of this thing that’s not anything like I thought it’d be.
But damn, his voice has me hot for him. I just wish I could see the man behind that voice.
“Petra, I know I wrote it all in the letter, but I want to be sure you understand that this isn’t personal. Please,” he says, then I feel the back of his hand as he runs it over my cheek. “Don’t take anything I do to heart. This isn’t about you or your fault in any way.”
His touch is making me wet, and his voice is beginning to sound familiar. But I keep that to myself as I say the words he wants to hear, “Yes, sir.”
Owen
Petra’s skin is as soft as a rose petal. I can’t stop running my hands over her body. I’ve pushed the robe off her shoulders and kissed them, relishing the prickles of heat her skin leaves on my lips.
I wanted this to be mindless for me, but it’s anything but that. She’s gorgeous and smells like heaven. Her breathing is already growing ragged with the slightest touch.
Grazing her neck with my lips, I kiss the shell of her ear. “Petra, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever been with.”
“Thank you,” she says with that sweet voice of hers.
I should gag her so I don’t fall in love with the sound of her voice. It’s melodic and on the deep side. It’s sexy as hell and I know I’m going to let her talk more than I let any of the others.
Taking a moment to appreciate her body curve after curve, I touch her plump breasts. Her chest heaves as she sucks in her breath. “You have lovely tits. They’re perfect. That’s a rare thing to have naturally.”
“Thank you,” she says again.
Trailing one hand down her stomach, I rest it on her mound. “I like the way you keep yourself shaved. Keep doing that, okay?”
“I will.”
Moving my hand further down, I feel the heat coming off her. “You must like me, Petra. You’re hot for me.”
“I am hot for you, sir.” She pulls her lower lip between perfectly straight, white teeth. “I’m actually aching for you.”
