Page 30 of Doctor's Demands
The way she looks up at me as I stop tickling her takes my attention so completely. “Petra, promise me you’ll think about it. This summer will let you know how things will be if you decide to do this with me full time. I don’t think it’ll be as bad as you think it might. And I’ll keep taking care of you. Buy you a car and a huge home. Anything you want, you will have it. And, like I said before, you won’t be a secret. We’ll go out together whenever we want. You’ll just be expected to wait for me to ask you. Wait for me to come to you. Allow me to come to you whenever I want. That kind of thing. It doesn’t sound so bad, does it?”
She strokes my cheek as she gazes up at me. “Owen, you make it sound easy, but I know I’d want you around as much as possible and I’d want you to care about what I might want or need out of a relationship too. It’s so much more than giving me a home and transportation. It’s being there when I’ve had a hard day and reminding me I have someone who loves me. It’s about sharing the hard times as well as the good times.”
“But no one has all that, baby. It’s a myth.”
“And what about kids, Owen?” she asks. “Are we never going to have any?”
“No, we won’t have any, Petra.” I stare at her and wonder if she has a clue how hard parents splitting up is on the kids. “I don’t want to bring innocent children into a world where they can be hurt so badly by what other people do.”
“Then what’s it all about, Owen?” she asks me as she runs her hands through my hair. “Is it about men and women meeting up, screwing because it feels good, then leaving each other to the harsh world? Is it about never procreating because life is hard and people get hurt? Is it about letting your past stop you from moving into the future? A future you have a hand in creating for yourself and any people you love.”
“Oh, baby, you are one of those women who believe in the lie of love. Maybe you won’t want what I do. But I’m going to try my best to get you to see what life could be if you could accept my limitations.”
“Limitations like not being able to commit to one woman?”
Shaking my head, I answer, “That’s not a problem. If you and I keep going, I won’t see any other women. I can make that promise. But I won’t live with you. I won’t make my schedule around you. But I will expect you to make me a priority and be there when I need you. And I would expect you to not see any other men.”
“That doesn’t sound like enough for me,” she says, sending my heart plummeting.
“Well, if you feel that way, then I see no choice other than to go on as if that’s not a possibility,” I tell her as I get up, then turn around and grab her up, taking her to the shower with me.
She wraps her arms around me as she laughs. “Owen, you’re crazy.”
“I know.” I spin her around, then hold her out so she can turn on the water. Then I step into the shower with her and put her down on her feet.
She puts shampoo in her hands and tiptoes to run her hands through my hair. I turn around and lean back so she can reach me better. Her hands feel great as they massage my head, and I find my cock thinking so too.
I turn and rinse my hair as she eyes my erection. “Oh, what have we got here?”
“He wants to say good morning to you again, Petra. What do you say? Feel randy, baby?”
With a giggle, she grabs onto my shoulders and lifts her body up, then wraps her legs around me, pushing my cock into her as she does. “I do feel randy. Take me again, sir.”
“I believe I will,” I say with a chuckle, then lean her back against the wall and give her what she wants.
The fact is, I could give Petra all she wants and more. But what would that do for either of us? Sure, we might fall in love, temporarily, as is the case with most people. We could build a mansion together, get his and her dogs, and hold hands all the time as we make our plans for the future.
I saw all that happen with my parents. Not once did either of them say,hey, instead of making plans for where we’re going for next Thanksgiving, let’s plan for the magnificent fight that will occur just a day before that, breaking us up and making everyone skip the great meal and trip to Grandma’s that day.
Now, how fair would it be for me to pretend that Petra and I will live happily ever after when I know things like that cannot happen?
They’re never planned or prepared for. Everyone is left feeling like a bomb went off that ended life as they knew it. So why not live in a way that makes things like breakups more bearable and less destructive?
Am I the only human on the planet who thinks this way?
Petra’s moan brings my attention back to her as she gets all moist and looks dream-like as I take her. Her nails trail over my shoulder as she opens her eyes and looks at me. “This is nice. Don’t you think so?”
“It is nice. I like fucking you. I like fucking you in the bed, in the shower, and I’d like to see where else I’d like fucking you. What do you think about that?”
“I think I like it,” she moans.
I think she does too, butI need to make her crave it. Do anything for it. Including move to L.A. and be my little love slave!
Petra
Owen has hung out with me all day. He’s given little hints about how great it’d be if I’d change my mind about moving to L.A. to be his woman in waiting, as I think of it.
I’m not a fool. I know I’d hate that. I’m being paid to be that for him right now, so that makes it different. On my own, I’d want much more than this.
