Page 14 of Doctor's Demands
And who could blame her?
Never have I felt so much empathy for any woman here, or anywhere else for that matter. Her big brown eyes droop only slightly at the outer corners as she holds a tight smile on her gorgeous face.
I wonder how hard it is for her to keep herself together while she waits. I wonder if she has high expectations for what she’s about to do. Will she like the way I handle her body? Will she enjoy her time alone? Will she be happy when I come back to her?
Shaking my head, I try not to think of her in the terms that she’s already mine. There are two others who’ve placed money on the table for her after all.
Isabel opens the second envelope and looks at the new man as she says, “Another generous bid.”
She gives no hint if it was higher than mine or not as she opens the third and final envelope. Before she can say a thing, mustache man is back, waving an envelope and shouting, “I won’t make her do the things on her hard limits list. I’ll take her as she is. I want her that much! Here, take my bid too.”
Rubbing my temples, as the man is working my nerves, I almost shout at him to leave her alone. Looking out at her, I want to walk out there, grab her up, and take her away with me. Fuck the other bidders.
I want her!
Isabel takes the other envelope and looks at the old guy as she nods. “Another good bid for Petra Bakari.” She puts it at the back of the stack she’s holding and opens the last one that was just given to her. I watch her eyes as they move over all four of us. “Gentlemen, we have four generous bids, and we also have one tie for the top bid. If you will all write new bids for me, we can get this woman to her new owner.”
I groan as her assistant hands us new envelopes with the small pieces of paper inside of them. With no idea, which number was the top one, I have no idea how much higher to go.
With a glance at Petra, who looks ashen as she waits, I make a daring bid, one that I pray will see her as mine for the summer. I close the envelope and hand it back to Isabel.
Sitting back, I look at Petra as the others seem to agonize over their offers. I’ve never paid this much for a woman before, but I have a feeling Petra will be worth it.
“Hey, I want in,” some man from the back says.
I look back and see a tall, pretty good looking guy, and he has a giant diamond ring on his finger, telling me he’s most likely a billionaire. Now I’m worried. Isabel holds out her hand for his envelope and gives me a little look that says she’s sorry about this.
That tells me she knows how much this dude is worth and my chances have drastically declined. So, I take a moment to dig into the new guy’s brain as to what he wants my Petra for. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what’re your kinks?”
His eyes are dark as night and so is his short, wavy, black hair. I think he’s Greek and probably owns his own island or something. “I have a few of them. But with her, I’m thinking how much I want to show her off. And share her with my wife.” He leans in to whisper. “I enjoy fucking my bottoms, then watching my wife punish them for doing it. After the woman is punished, then my wife makes her take care of her needs while I watch. Then I punish the other woman and she has to sleep in a cage in our bedroom and watch my wife and I fuck. It’s an intricate thing, something my wife and I splurge on every few years. It’s our fifth anniversary, so I want to get her something special.”
The way my stomach rumbles isn’t from hunger, but disgust.I can’t believe there are so many fucking perverts in this world!
Then I realize I’m not exactly far from one. I want to restrict her and fuck her myself. Somehow, I’ve made my kink a lot less fucked up than everyone else’s. In my mind, at least.
When the man reaches out to shake my hand, I have to do it. Gentlemen’s rules and all that jazz. “Good luck,” I say, even though I don’t mean it at all.
Isabel looks around the room. “Are there any more bidders for Petra Bakari?”
Thankfully, no one else bothers, as it’s pretty fucking obvious that moneybags pervert will win her. All I can do is stare out the glass at the woman who has filled my thoughts for a while now, and I don’t think she’ll stop filling them just because she’s in this asshole’s cage somewhere.
Actually, I think she’ll be even more in my mind and I’ll be devising plans to rescue her from him and his fucked-up wife. “Hey, where are you from?” I ask him, so I can have an idea of where I can find her if he does take her away from me.
With a laugh, he says, “I’m from New York. Why?”
“Oh, just curious,” I say, then look at Isabel who has the first envelope open.
She nods, puts it at the back, and opens the next one. One by one, she opens them all, then sets all but one of them down. With a wink, she holds out her hand for the microphone and gives us no hint as to who has won. “Petra Bakari, you are to be taken to apartment twenty-two. Your owner will meet you there when he’s ready.”
I almost faint as I finally hear that I’ve won her. My hands are shaking as I get up and the others just glare at me. “I did it,” I mumble. “I got her.”
Isabel gives me a huge smile as she takes my hand, leading to where I’ll sign the contract for her. “That was touch and go there for a while, wasn’t it, Mr. Cantrell?”
“I’ve never been more nervous about anything in my life,” I confess. “Shit!”
Her assistant hands me a glass of champagne as I take a seat to sign the papers that will bind us together for the next three months. “Congratulations,” he tells me as I try to sign the paper with my shaking hand. “You looked worried.”
“I was. I haven’t thought of much else but her since the first day she was up on the site. I had no backup plan.” I finish signing the contract and see her signature on it.
