Page 23 of Doctor's Demands
“I felt it too, Petra. We have chemistry, that’s for sure. And who knows—I, might do this a few times then it might get out of my system, and then things might become different. I just don’t want you to ever take anything personally. None of it, okay?”
She makes a tiny laughing sound, then says, “I won’t take it personally. But you need to know that I’ll do whatever you want me to. I’ll go with you places or wait patiently for you to return to me. And I’ll miss you every moment that you’re away. When I find someone coming to me to get me ready for you, I’ll be elated to know that I’ll get to feel you, even if it’s only parts of you and not your whole body. But you need to know that I loved the way your body felt, and I dream of running my hands all over you.”
“Fuck, Petra, you’re making my dick hard.” I laugh as I tell her and run my hand over the bulge in my pants.
“Sorry?” she asks, then giggles. “No, really, I didn’t mean to do that. I just want to be honest with you about how you made me feel. I can do whatever you want, whenever you want. I am yours. If you still want me, that is.”
“Oh, I want you,” I tell her as I think about another Dom’s hands on her gorgeous body. “It’ll be over my dead body that another man touches you. And thank you for your honesty. I wish I wasn’t such a fucked-up individual. But I am.”
“I wish you wouldn’t think that way about yourself, Owen. You’re a great man. A smart man. A generous man. Fucked up isn’t a thing I’d call you. Nor would anyone else, I bet.”
“Yeah, well, wait until I do you the way I want to. How many great men want to walk in, fuck a woman, then walk away without a word said between them?” I ask her, as I know my kink is in the minority.
“A man with a lot on his mind,” she says. “A man who holds people’s lives in his capable hands, but worries he might lose one. A man with tremendous responsibilities who tries harder than most to be perfect.”
“Petra, you are one amazing woman. Too bad. I’ll come to you when I get ready to. Bye.” I end the call because I simply can’t talk to her anymore.
She’s kind of stealing my heart, and I can’t let that happen!
Petra
I’m bored. There seems to be nothing on television and I can’t concentrate enough to read. My mind goes to Owen all the time. I wonder where he is, what he’s doing, and why he won’t come to me. It’s been three days.
And now that I have his cell number saved, I’m finding it hard to control the urge to call him.It’s like all I can think about!
If I could just talk to him, I think I could get him to stop thinking so negatively about what his little kink is. So, what? He likes to screw and go on about his life. There are far worse kinks than that!
A swift knock comes to the door, and I assume it’s someone sent to pick up my dinner dishes. I ordered a light salad. I’m just not hungry, but I eat something at each meal anyway. I can’t believe Owen can affect me so much when I don’t even know the man, really.
As I take my plate and glass to the door, a chill runs through me as a quick memory of how it felt the first-time Owen touched me fills my mind. Another knock has me shaking my head to clear it and hurrying to the door. “Coming.”
When I open the door, I don’t find someone looking to pick up my dishes. Instead, I find Pat. “Petra, it seems your Dom is about to make a visit. Come on. Let’s hurry up and get you ready. Do you need to shower, shave or anything like that?” She rushes past me and I close the door.
Placing the dishes on the little table beside the door, I find my legs weak and my tummy filling with butterflies who seem nervous in and of themselves. “I took a shower just a little while ago.” I follow her to the bedroom. “He’s coming?”
“He is,” she says as she gathers a red blindfold and four sets of handcuffs. “Did you pick out a gag you like?”
“It’s on the nightstand.” I point it out, and she nods.
“Okay, strip while I get the bed ready.” She goes to the bed and pulls the blanket and sheet down in a neat fashion as I take off my barely-there teddy and go to the bed.
“How does he want me?”
“On your back and cuffed to the bed.”
I lay down, and she starts at my feet, cuffing each ankle, then cuffing the other side to the bed post. It’s only then that I realize the bed was built for bondage. It has four posts and is only a full-size bed, so the occupant can be tethered to each post, spread-eagle style.
“Did he say anything to you?” I ask her as she goes about her business of tying me down.
“Only what he wanted me to do for him.” She looks at me for a moment with a smile on her face. “He hasn’t been here in a few days; did you miss him?”
A short burst of laughter comes out of me. “That’s all I’ve done.”
Worry fills her expression as she says, “Petra, don’t go falling in love. This isn’t the place for that. This is the place where you realize fully that you are trading your energy for other things. Money is at the top of that list, followed by discipline, sexual liberation, and a lot of other smaller things. Love is nowhere on that list.”
“I know that,” I say, but my heart skips a beat, as if to tell me that I’m only lying to myself.Shut up, heart!
She cuffs my right wrist and binds it to the bedpost, then does the same to the other. Pulling the blanket up to cover my naked body, she gives me another smile. “Well, here we go now. You’re all snuggly. You should just pretend to be asleep, he said. I suppose he likes to come in like a thief in the night, take what he wants, and leave. Your typical vampire lover scene.”
