Page 46 of Doctor's Demands
“I need you to go into the bedroom and stay there while I let her in and talk to her,” he tells me, sending a shiver down my spine.
Jerking my head up, I shout, “NO!”
His hand is hard as he clamps it down on my shoulder. “Yes.” He makes me stand up and leads me to the bedroom. “Remember who you belong to, Petra. Do as I say. I don’t want you involved in this any more than you already are.” He picks up his jeans and puts them on, leaving his chest bare.
I grab his T-shirt from yesterday and say, “Hey.” He turns around and I toss the shirt at him. “Put this on too. I’m pretty fucking jealous where you’re concerned.”
He smiles as he pulls the shirt over his head and I cross my arms in front of me, then nod. He closes the door, making me feel as if I’m a coward.
Pressing my ear to the door, I listen as hard as I can. I hear him unlock the door and then Dena says, “Finally!”
The door closes, and Owen says, “Why would you do what you’ve done, Dena? I’ve always been honest with you. You should never have come here, and you should’ve never told the world about what I’m doing here.”
“So you admit it,” she says, and I hear her plop down on the couch. “You have yourself a little sex slave out here, and you’re part of a raunchy sex club. I can’t decide which I’m more upset about; you being here without me, or you being involved with this at all.”
“And I can’t believe you went to the press and told them things you weren’t even sure of,” he says.
“I was sure. I was sure I saw you and some little girl come out of a strange garage yesterday morning. I was sure that when I drove into that garage, I came into an odd-looking place and was met by security officers who asked me what business I had there.”
“You had no business there, Dena. You were being nosy.”
“Well, when the man you love is …”
She can’t finish as he stops her, “Don’t! Don’t say anything like that. You and I don’t love each other, Dena.”
“Did you let your little love slave know how you come to me often and make passionate love to me?” she asks him, and I start to see red.
“I’ve never made love to you. Not even once. I’ve fucked you.”
“Yes, you’ve fucked the shit out of me. So, does she know that?” she asks. “Do you have her tied up in your bed? Is she waiting for you to get rid of me? Is she listening to all this?”
“That’s none of your business,” he says, and I hear his voice faltering a bit.
“Owen, you and I have something. And you could’ve told me about your needs. You didn’t have to come all the way here to get them fulfilled. If you want to spank a woman, then spank me. If you want to bend someone to your will, then try to bend me. But, for heaven’s sake, leave poor little girls alone. It’s just evil.”
Then I hear him breaking as he says, “I guess, I am evil.”
Then my heart breaks for him, and I can’t take any more of this.
Owen
“Get the fuck out!” Petra shouts as she comes out of the bedroom door.
Moving quickly to grab her, I hold her back as she tries to tear away from me and get to Dena. “Stop!”
The smirk Dena has on her face pisses me off and makes Petra even madder than she already was. The growl that rips through her is frightening even to me. “You bitch! He is not evil! You don’t even know this man,” Petra screeches at Dena.
“Stop!” I shout at Petra again and shake her a bit to get her to pay attention to me. “Now!”
Her body is shaking, and I’ve never seen anyone so mad in my life. Her eyes turn to meet mine, and I see the pain behind them. “She’s wrong, Owen. You’re not evil. I heard you agree with her and I want you to know there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”
“You need to let me handle this,” I tell her as I try to maneuver her back to the bedroom. But her feet are firmly planted, making it hard to get her to where I want her.
“Let her stay,” Dena says as she gets up and looks Petra over. “This child has no idea what the differences are between right and wrong.” Petra’s eyes leave mine to glare at Dena, who is looking back at her with a quizzical expression. “What’s he done to you so far? You can tell me, child.”
“First, I’m not a child,” Petra says with her jaw clenched tightly. “And what he and I have done is none of your concern. This man has never hurt me. Not even once. And you’ve hurt him more than his fair share. I know he’s fucked you on a regular basis, and I know you must feel jealous, but ruining his work life isn’t right.”
“You’re a kid,” Dena says with a grin. “You might be barely of legal age, but believe me, you are nothing more than a kid. And you’ve been led to do things you most likely won’t even consider doing once you reach adulthood. Trust me.”
