Page 40 of Doctor's Demands
Sure, I’ve had worse things said to me, but what he just said cut me to the core. “Who am I?” I ask him.
He closes the door and looks straight ahead as he starts the car. I turn around and begin to walk away. He might own me for the rest of the summer, but that doesn’t mean I have to get into a car with him.Not after his abrupt change in attitude!
I hear the sound of the window going down. “Petra, get in this car.”
I keep walking.Fuck him!
Tires squeal and the engine revs up, and then he’s gone. I turn around in disbelief.He’s left me!
My heart pounds as I think about what I should do. I don’t have one thing with me. No purse, no cell phone, nothing!
I watch as he takes a left turn. Then I’m really alone in this park, somewhere in Portland. Now I’m rethinking the whole not-getting-into- the-car with him thing. It seems like I made kind of a rash decision.
“Don’t I know you?” comes a high-pitched male voice.
I turn around and see a short guy with a long, dark mustache looking at me. He’s squinting, then pulls a pair of glasses out of the pocket of his short-sleeve, white, button-down shirt. When he puts them on, they make his light blue eyes appear huge. When he pulls, his baseball cap off so he can see me even better, I find he has wisps of dark hair on an otherwise bald head. He seems to realize he’s showing more of himself than he intended and puts it back on as pink fills his round face.
“Sir, I’m not from around here,” I say, as he looks me up and down. “So it’s impossible that you know me.” I turn to walk away, still unsure of where the hell I’m going.
Quickly, he comes up next to me, matching my quick pace. “No, I’ve seen you somewhere.” His small hand touches my arm, and I stop and look at it, then at him. “Do you know of a place called The Dungeon of Decorum?”
I go numb. I can’t seem to make words come out of my mouth. The odd little man knows me from the BDSM club, and I’m suddenly very apprehensive. “I belong to someone.”
“Yes, I know,” he says, then looks around. “And where is your Dom?”
Not sure what to say, I say nothing at all. Taking off again, I try my best to leave him behind me. He should know better than to bother another man’s sub, after all.
I’m taken aback as he grabs my arm and spins me around. He may be small, but he’s strong! “Hey!”
“I’m sorry,” he says as he puts his glasses back into his pocket. “It’s just that you shouldn’t be out here all alone. Have you run away? Was your Dom mean, or did he hurt you?”
“No,” I say, as I look around and pray that Owen will come back for me. “You should really leave me alone. I don’t know what my Dom will do to you if he catches your hands on me.”
He releases the tight grip he had on me and nods. “You’re right. But where is he?”
I don’t want to let him in on anything, so I shrug. “He had something to do and left me here to wait for him.”
“You didn’t look like you were waiting. You looked like you were about to cry. I bid on you. Did he tell you that?” he asks me, as he shifts his weight from one foot to another.
“Um,” I hesitate to say anything to the little man who is eyeing me like crazy. “I need to be alone, sir.”
“Chance,” he says. “My name is Chance, and I wanted you from the moment I saw you on the club’s website. I had interesting ideas for the two of us. I didn’t end up winning any of my bids at the auction. If your Dom isn’t interested enough in you to keep you safe, then he might be into making me a little deal for some of your time. I think I’ll wait with you for him and see what he says about lending you to me when he has no use for you.”
And now I’m pissed, as he’s talking about me as if I’m nothing more than a toy for the club members to play with! “Now, you listen to me, pipsqueak! I’m not about to be loaned out, like someone’s possession. My Dom and I are quite happy together. He’d never allow another man to touch me.”
“I can handle that. I have gadgets that would keep my hands off you,” he adds, as if that helps at all. “I’m into medical play. What kinds of kinks does your Dom have?”
So, it’s this guy who wanted the medical play!
Thank God I put hard limits on most of that stuff.
“That is none of your business.” I stop what was about to be a verbal assault on the little prick as I hear the sound of the Maserati coming down the street. When I spin around, I see the steely gray of the machine as it speeds up.
Owen sees the man talking to me, and I think this guy should run. “Is this him now?” the fool asks. “I’ll just run my idea by him.”
“You should haul ass,” I warn him. “He’s going to be mad.”
I watch a sly grin form on his thin lips. “Maybe at you.”
