Page 41 of Doctor's Demands
My mouth gapes open as I hear Owen shouting, “Get your ass in the car, sub!”
I hurry to do as he’s says and find him making long strides toward poor little Chance, who’s too dumb to follow my warning. Not looking at Owen as I run past him, I head to the car and get inside.
The two men exchange words that look to be heated. The smaller man seems like an idiot as he stands up to Owen. Then I see Owen’s face as he looks back at me with a desperate expression on his handsome face. Then he turns back to Chance and the two shake hands.
Waiting for Owen to return, I find myself worried about that handshake. His face is ashen as he gets back into the car. “Fuck!”
“What?” I ask as he takes off.
“He knows who I am.”
I sit in silence as that sinks in. Owen will lend me to the little troll. I know he will. If that man is stooping to blackmail, then Owen has no choice but to give into his demands.
“This is my fault,” I say as I look at the floor.
“No, it’s mine. I shouldn’t have left you where anyone could get to you.” His knuckles are white as he grips the steering wheel. “He wants to borrow you for at least a few of what he’s calling ‘sessions.’”
“Owen,” I say, then gulp. “I don’t want to, but I’ll do what he wants if it means he’ll keep your secret.”
He pulls to the side of the road and looks at me with sad eyes. “I’ll never allow that to happen.”
“I can’t sit idly by and let him out you to the world. I know it’s your biggest fear. I won’t let anyone hurt you like that.” I reach over and take his hand and rub the back of it against my cheek. “I was wrong for trying to make you say the words to me first. I was wrong for baiting you, Owen. The fact is, I love you. I won’t allow anyone to hurt you. Not ever. I’ll go to the man and do as he wants. I can do that for you.”
Owen’s eyes twinkle as he stares into mine. “You love me?”
With a nod, I say it again. “I love you, Owen Cantrell. And I’ll do everything I can to keep your secret safe.”
His lower lip quivers and I see the emotion as it overwhelms him. Tears pool in his eyes. Then he drops his head. “No one has ever made me feel the way you do, Petra. I’ve heard those words hundreds of times, but no one has ever made me feel the love that you do. You’d go through torture for me. That’s more than anyone should even ask of someone they love.”
“I’d do it for you. I mean, I’ll do it for you,” I say, then shake my head to clear it. “Wait! Did you just say that you love me, in a roundabout way?”
When he raises his head to look at me, tears fall down his whiskered cheeks. “I love you, Petra Bakari.”
Reaching over to take his handsome face between my palms, I kiss him. The salt from his tears make my heart pound and ache for the man. I have to protect him. No matter what the cost to my body, I have to keep his secret!
Just as our mouths part, our eyes meet. “So, we love each other. Now what?”
“Now, we figure out how to get that little insect off my ass, without you having to do the things he wants you to. You see, he told me about what he wants to do to you. While we were in the bidder’s booth, he was quite honest about his kinks.”
“Okay,” I say with a sigh. “Give it to me straight. What kinds of things would he do to me?”
“First, know this,” he says, as he cups my chin and runs his thumb over my lips. “Neither that man, nor any other man, will ever lay a finger on you.”
“Owen …”
“No,” he stops me. “I love you, Petra. I’ll never allow another man to touch you. If my secret comes out, then it comes out.”
“No!”
“Yes,” he says, as he leans over and kisses my cheek. “That’s my problem to deal with. I never meant for you to think you’d have to do a thing with that man. I merely was upset and trying my hardest to think about what I can do.”
“You can lend me to him, Owen,” I say with a smile. “My hard limits are set. He can’t do anything more than take my blood pressure and check my reflexes.”
“You’ve set no hard limit on fucking you, baby.” Owen’s fingers travel over my neck and down to my collarbone. “That’s what he wants. He knows he can’t do the things he really wants to unless he can pleasure you so much, you’ll change your limits.”
“Does that fool think he can screw me into submitting to him?”
He nods, and I laugh. Then he says, “I’ll come up with something. Don’t worry.” He pulls away from the curb and back onto the street.
