Page 59 of Doctor's Demands
Sure, I was happy as a man could be, in the beginning. Little by little, that faded away. There was no way it could’ve kept me happy forever. The days became monotonous and the nights blurred into each other. Nothing stood out.
Then I found Petra. From the moment, I saw her picture, I knew there was something about her. I woke up with a mission, win her. I went to sleep with only one thought, win her. Then I won her and man, how life has changed.
I can’t go back to the way it was. I don’t care how much fame and fortune they offer me. I can’t go back to that life. A life where producers own me.
“Roger, don’t make me say hateful things. My wife hates it when I do that. Just take no for an answer.” I get up and walk to the edge of the porch and watch Petra as she floats on her back, looking up at the evening sky.
“Okay, here’s the last deal I can make you. It involves your new wife. I’ve been authorized to offer you both a million dollars upfront, to star in a reality show about your marriage. The whole thing, even the BDSM stuff. America wants to know more. And you and your wife can take them on that journey with you. What do you say? The two mill isn’t all you’ll get. You’ll each get twenty percent of the royalties. And this is unheard of, Owen, but you both will get an astounding fifty-thousand for each episode, and when you allow us to film your BDSM stuff, that amount jumps to two-hundred-thousand each.”
Clearing my throat, I ask my wife, “Petra, I need to ask you if you want to do this. It does include you too. I don’t want to answer this on my own.”
She swims up to the bottom stair and sits on it. “Shoot.”
I take a seat on one of the wooden chairs on the deck. “They’re offering us a show. One where we’ll each get lots of money. It’ll be about our marriage and our involvement in BDSM. Apparently, America wants to know more about it, and they want to learn it through us. What do you think about that?”
“Hmmm. Let me think about that for a minute. They want you and me to be on television, doing BDSM scenes? Is that right?” she asks.
Roger hears her and answers, “Yes. Tell her, yes. And tell her that you two can do all of those kinds of scenes you want to. The more, the merrier.”
“He says we can do all those scenes we want. And they’ll pay us a ton more to do them. Pretty great money, baby.” I wink at her.
She winks back at me. “Isn’t it, though?” She climbs out of the water and sits on my lap, then wraps her arms around my neck. “Does this producer of yours know that those scenes can be very explicit?”
Roger hears her and says, “We’ll deal with all that. You don’t have to worry. You two can do anything you want, and we’ll film it in such a way that our channel will allow it. Hell, neither of you has to do a damn thing but allow us to follow your every move. There’s no easier money than that.”
“No, there’s not,” I agree.
Petra kisses my neck, and my cock gets hard. “So, what do you think, Owen? Do we put our dreams aside and get nasty on television for the American people?”
“Not just Americans,” Roger adds. “We have more markets too. You’ll be known worldwide.”
“As porn stars,” Petra says, then licks the spot just behind my ear.
“No,” Roger corrects her. “Not porn stars. You two will be the average couple who happens to enjoy BDSM. Nothing pornographic about it. Just letting people know a lot more about it. So, can I count on you two to come in as soon as you get done with your honeymoon and sign our contracts?”
“Oh, no,” Petra says with a pouty lip. “Did he say contracts?”
“He sure did,” I tell her, then wrap her long braid around my hand and pull her back, then kiss her sweet lips. “Contracts, baby.”
“We have that rule, Owen.”
“That we do. Sorry, Roger. But we don’t sign contracts. Not anymore.”
“Well, we can’t possibly do this without contracts, Owen. You’re not new to this business. You know how things work.”
“I do know how they work,” I say, as Petra smiles at me. “And I’m sick of how they work. Go find yourself another couple to spy on. We’re not about to put our dreams aside for you to make money off our lives. Not only is it not worth it, but it’s pretty damn disturbing that anyone wants to pry that deeply into our marriage. Bye, Roger.”
“Owen, wait! I can triple those numbers.”
“I bet you can. Lose my number, Roger.” I end the call and put the phone down, then take my wife in my arms and hold her tight. “Did I answer the man the way you wanted?”
She nods. “You did. You stayed true to what you want and let the money and fame go. Do you feel happy about that decision?”
“Petra Cantrell, since the day I married you I’ve felt nothing but happiness. I want to make a difference in this world. And not by teaching people things that should be kept private.”
Picking her up, I take her inside. I place her feet on the floor and untie the bikini strings. The top falls to the floor. Then I shimmy the bottoms off her, and she stands in front of me. My beautiful wife stands still and lets me look her over.
My hand moves over her flat stomach, and I look at her. “Can you believe we’re actually doing this? Trying to have us a baby? Are we nuts?”
