Page 56 of Doctor's Demands
I head to the kitchen, where the laundry room is located just off it. “I think we should go to our hotel. I hate to be in your way.”
“Nonsense,” he says as he follows me. “I ramble around that place all alone. I’d love the company. I could show you the sights in the morning. Take you to the best place for an Oregon breakfast. You have the rest of the summer, you know. You two are in no rush. Or are you?”
“Can you keep a secret?” I ask him as I look behind him to be sure Petra isn’t there.
“I can,” he says with a grin.
“I’d love to stay the night at your place. And in the morning, if things go the way I hope they will, we might be taking a trip.”
“That’s not much of a secret, Owen,” he says as he takes some lunchmeat out of the nearly empty fridge and puts it into a bag.
“Well, that’s all I’m giving out, for now. I’m kind of superstitious. You know, I don’t like to count my chickens before they hatch. That kind of thing.” I pull the dry clothes out of the dryer and leave him to gather his things.
When I come back into the room, I see Petra looking at all the things in it. Her hand glides over the hard, cherry wood of the bondage bed. Her eyes linger on the long ropes that hang from the ceiling.
Going to turn the music off, I find her looking at me with surprise. “I didn’t see you come in.”
“Yeah, I noticed that. You were kind of gazing at all this stuff. Do you really like this kind of stuff, Petra?” I hand her the clothes and start to put mine on.
“It’s odd, Owen. I never even thought of this kind of thing before. Not even once. Being smacked on the ass is about as rough as I’ve ever been treated. I didn’t mind it, but I never found it exhilarating.”
“But now you do?” I ask her as I pull the sweatpants on.
Her eyes dance as she looks excited. “Owen, your hands on me excite me in ways I didn’t know were possible. I could feel it inside of you. You want to walk away and leave all of this behind us.”
“I do,” I let her know. “I want you and me to be a normal couple. I want it all, Petra. All the normal shit everyone else has. Sunday brunch with other normal couples, going to the grocery store and buying food to make for a normal Saturday evening barbecue. Just normal shit like that, baby. I’ve lived abnormally for too long.”
“So you want what you said was only a fantasy. You said that you didn’t believe in that love stuff others talked about. You knew they were all just lying to rope other poor suckers in,” she says as she pulls the black leather off, leaving her body naked. When she turns around I see marks on her ass.
“That red on your ass is sexy, Petra. Why do I think that?”
“Because you’re normal. It is sexy. It’s erotic. And frankly, I like it. I didn’t think I would, but the way you did it made me feel hot as sin. Sin in the best possible way, mind you.”
“Are you saying that you don’t want this all the end?”
Nodding, she puts on the sweats and says, “Why can’t we dabble? We don’t have to belong to a club. We can mess around in our own private room or rooms, whichever you prefer.”
All I can do is gaze at her as I think about how lucky I am to have found her.
Petra
After a night of sleeping in the softest bed I’ve ever been in, I find I’m alone in the giant bedroom Grant put us in for the night. I’m more than a bit surprised when I roll over and find my cell on the bedside table.
Picking it up, I see a message from Owen. It says to go take a shower and put on the clothes he’s left for me in the bathroom and to text him when I’m done.
Climbing out of the huge bed, I find my body is stiff from the activities of last night. I also find the smile that’s formed on my face won’t go away. Rubbing my ass that aches in a way I never knew I’d enjoy, I head to the bathroom to do as my man has told me to.
The first thing I notice is the pretty little dress that’s hanging on the hook on the back of the door where a robe would usually hang. A clear plastic bag holds a knee-length dark blue dress. A brown paper bag on the floor underneath it has a sexy white bra and panty set and a pair of black heels.
But I see nothing else. Nothing to do my hair with. Nothing to fix up my face with. Nothing. Just clothes to dress in. It kind of bums me out, as I’d like to look pretty for whatever our day holds.
After a quick shower, I dress and text Owen that I’m done. He texts back that I need to wait in the bedroom. I do as he’s said and go sit on the small sofa that’s in front of a picture window. The view from the third floor is gorgeous. Tall trees form the edge of the forest that’s to the left of the mansion. A swimming pool, the size of my apartment back home, fills the right side.
The way Grant lives has me wondering why he doesn’t have a significant other. He’s got to be about forty; the salt and pepper in his hair tells me that. The man is built well and handsome. It makes no sense why he hasn’t found someone. But then again, he may be divorced and starting over. Who am I to butt into his life? I’m sure he has it the way he wants it.
Just as I stop pondering the man who isn’t my business, there’s a quick knock at my door. Then two women come in. “Hi, Petra. Your very handsome man has sent us to you. Hair and make-up are what we do,” a very pretty little blonde tells me.
She and the other tall, dark haired woman set their things up on the large vanity in the room, and I wait, with tons of curiosity. “Did he say why he’s having you two do this for me today?”
