Page 55 of Doctor's Demands
With a smile, Petra says, “Owen, we never have to stop doing what we want to. There are no rules, baby.” She cocks one eyebrow at me. “Fuck me any way you want to. Contract or not, I’m yours.”
Frozen, I can only look at her. She’s gorgeous, young, smart, and she’s mine. All of her own accord, she is mine!
Ridding myself of the pajama bottoms, I move my body over hers, feeling hers shiver as I touch her. “Do I send chills through you?”
“Yes, you do. Do I do anything to you when we touch?”
“Heat moves through me every time we touch. My body sings with energy and my heart beats a little differently.”
She smiles at me as I move my cock into her hot depths. “You’re very in tune with your body, Dr. Cantrell.”
“And I’m in tune with yours, as well.” I brush my lips over her neck. “For instance, your pulse races when we touch. Your lips quiver when mine are near to them. And your cheeks always go at least a little pink. Your pupils grow in size, and your body invites me in.”
“My, my,” she says as she cocks her head to one side. “You have a keen eye, Dr. Cantrell.”
“So I’ve been told.” I kiss her and move inside of her. She’s held down for me. She says we can keep doing things this way if I want. Only I don’t want to anymore. I want this to be the last time I take her like this. I want to move on, grow. No more binge drinking, no more fucking with no emotion or strings. None of that shit is okay for me anymore.
I want more. I want Petra, and I’m shocked to say it, even to myself, I want a family with her. A thing I thought I’d never want, I want that with her.
As I fuck her for the last time, we look at one another. She can see right through me. I know she can. I’m no Dom. I’m just a man. I’m just a man who loves a woman and wants a normal life.
The dark of the dungeon-like room, the loud music, the bondage, will all be gone. And not because I’m afraid of anyone finding out, but because I want to treat my woman like a queen. I want her to know I hold her above all others, including myself.
As I make hard thrusts into her, I see the look in her eyes. She understands me. Without saying a thing, Petra understands what I want for us. And I think she wants it too.
Her lips part and she whispers, “Fuck me, Owen. For the very last time, fuck me.”
Closing my eyes, I move faster, pounding her pussy and thinking of nothing else. I have to give myself this end. The thoughts I’ve had about the way I needed things to be have all but disappeared.
All I need is Petra.
But I give my body and mind this last rendezvous with the sinister side of me. With several more thrusts, my cock jerks and spits out the last cum that will be given to Petra in this way.
Her body reacts to mine, and she arches up to me. Her pussy pulsates all around my cock. Lying perfectly still, she and I share the last moment. Then I kiss her sweetly. The time for sex without emotion has passed. A new life will begin once we walk out the door of this room.
Our eyes will never take in such sights again. The darkness is behind us both. Light is all there is ahead of us.
As our lips part, Petra whispers, “I love you, Owen Cantrell. I always will.”
“Petra Bakari, you will never get away from me. My love will hold you prisoner to me, forever.”
She smiles and sighs, “How can you make such crazy things sound so damn good?”
Climbing off her, I say, “I don’t know. But now that I think about it, that did sound a bit medieval and creepy, didn’t it?”
“A bit.” She wiggles her fingers. “Arms are falling asleep, baby.”
Grabbing the key, I uncuff her arms, then her legs, and pick her up. “Our clothes should be dry, and we should get the hell out of Grant’s way.”
“Are we going back to the hotel?” she asks with raised brows.
“We are,” I tell her as I pull on the pajama bottoms. “I’m done running away when things get tough.” Heading to the door, I look over my shoulder at her. “Wait here. I’ll grab our clothes and be right back.”
She nods, and I leave the room. Grant is sitting on the sofa. He’s looking down at the book in his hands. Then he looks up at me. “Did she like it?”
“It seemed like she did. We’re going to get dressed now. Do you know of any service that might come out here and pick us up?”
“I’ll take you in. It’s late, and I saw there’s a storm approaching us. I don’t like to get stuck out here in storms. The electricity usually goes off for hours at a time when that happens. You two are more than welcome to stay at my estate near town.” He closes his book and gets up.
