Page 51 of Doctor's Demands
Petra calls out, “You tell him, Grant. Tell him how it makes one look suspicious when they run.”
“She’s right,” he says, then wiggles his finger at her. “Come join us, Petra. We need to get things figured out.” Grabbing a notebook out of the drawer of the side table he’s sitting next to, he puts it on the coffee table that’s between us. Getting up, he walks away and comes back with a pen. “Jot down the major points of your story. It’s essential that you both say the same things. I’ll go make the call to Isabel and get her going on the club’s end of things.”
I feel compelled to ask Petra once more if she really is okay with the money reverting back to me, “Petra, if you want me to leave the money in escrow for you, I will.”
Shaking her head as she comes and sits next to me, she says, “No. I don’t want anything to lead anyone back to the club. Have it sent back and end the contract, that’s how I want it.”
I give Grant a nod that lets him know to go ahead with the plan as I pick up the pen and notebook. “Now to hammer out the details, Petra. So, how long have you known I was the man of your dreams?”
She wraps her arms around my neck, her lips barely touching my flesh. “Since, I saw you on television, four years ago.” The wine has made her a bit on the lusty side, I see.
“Wait,” I say, as I calculate her age back then. “Are you being serious?”
She nods and kisses my neck. “I am. You look cute in this robe. Do you think Grant’s going to let us spend the night here? I kinda have the hots for you right now.”
“No, we’re not going to inconvenience him.” She pulls her head up and looks at me as I gaze at her. “I’m going to take you back to our hotel. My head will be held high, and things are going to be different. I’m done running. I’m done running from everything.”
Her eyes glisten. “That sounds nice.”
“Good. Now, back to you loving me for the last four years. You were only seventeen, Petra. Let’s not say that. Also, it makes you seem like a stalker when you add in the part about finding me on social media. How about you were impressed by my work. That’s why you got in touch with me.”
“Okay,” she says, then leans her head on my shoulder as I write that down. “Add that I valued your opinion on my tits.”
I write breasts, instead of tits, and then ask, “Was it love at first sight for me?”
“Of course it was,” she says as she smacks my thigh.
“Of course,” I say with a chuckle. “And are you going to go back to L.A. with me? They’ll want to know that.”
Her eyes sparkle as she says, “If that’s what you want, then I want that too.”
I fight the urge to toss her back on the soft couch and kiss her. With Grant around, I don’t want to make him uncomfortable, so I hold myself back.
Question by question, we write up the details and finish up just as Grant comes back into the room. “Isabel has taken care of things, and you two are no longer a part of the club.”
“That’s too bad,” Petra says. “I wanted to go into one of those private rooms with Owen and see what that was about.”
“Well, you can do that here.” Grant points to the hallway. “I have a fully equipped room here.” He looks at me. “Do you want to take her in there, Owen?”
Petra gives my arm a squeeze as she looks at me with puppy dog eyes. “If that’s what you really want, Petra.”
She nods and looks back at Grant. “Do you think you can teach him some things? He’s never done anything like that.”
“I can,” Grant says, then takes a seat. “I tell you what, Petra, you go into the bedroom. There’s a private bath off it. Get yourself all cleaned up. You know, camera ready. There’s a camera in my den of iniquity. I’ll show Owen a video that he can recreate for you. A little scene I came up with for a newbie I had last year. Nothing too hard, but dangerous feeling. Does that sound good?”
Looking at Petra for approval, I wait for her to answer. “It does. Does it sound good to you, Owen?”
“I’d be lying if I said it didn’t.” I stand up and pull her up, then steer her toward the hall. “Go get that body cleaned all up, Petra. I’m about to blow your mind.”
She smiles as she walks backward. “I’m so excited, Owen.”
Grant goes to a cabinet that’s next to the television as he calls out to Petra, “There are some sub outfits in the closet in that bathroom. Pick one out and put it on. Pull your hair back into one long braid and wait in the bedroom until your Dom comes to get you. Time to get into character.”
She leaves us as I sit back down and watch Grant mess with a small computer then turn on the television. The screen is blue and blank as he goes to the hallway and opens a closet, then comes back with a mannequin. It has black lines drawn on it, and I look it over as he leans it up against the wall in the living room.
“This is Queenie. She’s the thing I practiced on when I first gained interest in this type of thing. The lines I’ve drawn show where the fleshy places are on the female body. Those are the only places you will ever strike with any kind of object, including your hands.”
Getting up, I look over the areas Grant’s pointed out. “I’ve never had the urge to hit anyone, Grant.”
