Page 21 of Doctor's Demands
“It’s frowned upon for us to stay too long with any one member. We’re to keep moving and see to everyone. But if I hear anything, I’ll call on the apartment line. The menu is on the table in the kitchenette. The mini fridge has drinks and there are also microwavable snacks in there too. And all kinds of coffee stuff. It’s all paid for. Have at it. Enjoy it.”
“Like it might be my last night here?” I ask as she opens the door.
She nods and ducks out the door. And now I’m all alone. It feels a lot worse than it usually does. Owen may not come back. I may have to accept another Dom. And this may go from a dream come true to a nightmare.
To be perfectly honest, I didn’t even mean for that to come out of my mouth. It was in my head, and somehow it just came on out. I’m going to blame it on the sensory deprivation of the blindfold if he ever gives me the chance to say anything to him.
I’ll just say,hey, it was you who used the blindfold, making my other senses, like hearing, so much better. Your voice is deep and sexy, just like on television. Oh, and by the way, I’ve crushed on you for four seasons. I didn’t catch up to the show until the second season was on or I’d have crushed on you for five seasons.
I’m sure he’ll understand and blame himself, giving me a full pardon and returning to me. Hopefully he’ll be full of remorse and make love to me until I can’t breathe anymore.
Oh, the way the man moves me is insane. Our bodies feel so right together. It is magical. I can imagine doing so much with him. Going to new sexual places with him. I’d do anything he asked me to.
If he’d just come back, I could tell him all of this. Instead, here I sit, helpless and confined to this apartment. Looking around, I have to appreciate the clever décor. The lampshades have hidden designs in them. Tiny cocks spring from the flowered fabric that covers them.
Looking around some more, I notice the art on the walls is abstract, but one of the pictures looks like fornicating people and the other looks like a woman giving a man a blowjob. Ingenious how these people incorporate sex into almost every last detail.
Curiosity pulls me to get up, go to the kitchenette, and look at the menu. The cover gets me right off the bat. It’s a soup taurine that’s shaped like a pussy and it’s filled with chicken noodle soup. The inside of the menu has so many silly items. A hot dog with the top split to look like a human penis. “Yuck!”
I sit at the little table with two chairs, look at the dick hot dog, and sigh. I wish I could’ve seen Owen’s. If he doesn’t ever come back to me, what will I do?
Owen
With a glass of Scotch in my hand, and half of it down my throat, I’ve managed to calm myself down. I’ve climbed back down off the ledge of panic I was on, so I can evaluate my position.
Okay, Petra knows who I am. That was always my biggest fear—that a sub would find me out, and then I’d be in jeopardy of Hollywood finding out and I’d lose the show. But with my nerves returning to a normal state, I think this may be exactly what I need. I need to face my fears.
Petra has signed a contract that has stipulations about privacy and some stiff penalties for breaking anything in that contract. I should be safe to continue this thing.
And she and I have some off-the-charts chemistry too!
I’d hate to end it when I’ve found someone so receptive to what I want. But I’m bending too many of my own rules for her. First, I let her talk and I need to stop that. I also let myself get into her a little too much. This whole time I’ve been thinking about mindless fucking and my mind is already all wrapped up in her.
Picking up my cell, I give her a call to see what she thinks about things. I’m happy to hear her answer.
“Owen?”
“Um, okay, I’ll allow that for now. I do want to talk to you on a person-to-person basis, instead of a Dom/sub way that will have you agreeing to anything I want. Okay, can we talk like a couple of adults for a minute?”
“We can,” she agrees. “I’m sorry about blurting out your name.”
“No, that’s okay. I’d rather know that you’re aware of who I am, rather than you lie by omission. I should apologize for my hasty retreat. That was a bit immature of me.” I put the empty glass down and devote my attention to our conversation.
“I understand completely,” she says with that sweet voice of hers. I think I could listen to it for long periods of time. It’s so soft, soothing, and just the right amount of sexy.
“I’m glad you do. I wanted to remind you about the contract we both signed.”
“Owen, I’d never tell a soul about you or anything we do. Contract or not, that’s just not me. I’m no gossip, and I knew coming into this thing that I’d have to keep my lips tightly sealed about anything that goes on with any member of this club. You have nothing to worry about with me. I promise you that.”
“That’s good to know. I appreciate it.”
“It would bother me immensely if you let me go and another Dom scooped me up,” she says, making the hair on the back of my neck spring up.
Jealousy rises up in me, faster than ever. “I didn’t think about that,” I admit. “If I let you go, then I suppose one of them could take you. And you’re sure that’s not a thing you want?”
“Owen, if you dump me, then I’m going home empty handed. I don’t want another Dom. Pat just told me that if you end our contract, then there were a few men who didn’t win a sub and they might want me. But I don’t want anyone else. You’re better than I ever expected. I want to end this thing on a good note. Money or no money.”
Her words, while unexpected, are good to hear. “You’d get the money, either way. I’d see to that,” I tell her, to ease her mind.
