Doctor's Demands: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  She doesn’t listen to me and sits up instead, as she rubs her eyes with the back of her hand. “Owen, don’t be nervous about a thing. While I was sleeping, the answer came to my settled mine.”

  With a chuckle, I ask, “And what is the answer?”

  “There are stiff penalties for giving out any member’s information. Just the fact Chance threatened you is enough to have him thrown out of the club, I bet. Don’t you have anyone you can talk to about it? Isabel or one of the men in charge?”

  “I should go to see one of the men in charge. Isabel isn’t the person to help me with this.” I pull her to lie back down and kiss the top of her head as I cuddle her. “You’re one smart chick.”

  “Thanks,” she says, and I feel her snuggling into my side. “Owen, what are you and I going to do about us and our distance between each other once summer’s over?”

  “I’ve thought about that a lot. Why can’t you transfer to a college in California? Maybe UCLA? Are your grades good enough to get into that college?”

  “I think so,” she says. “But where would I stay?” She sits up to look at me. “At my own place, where you’ll come to me when you want?”

  “As if you’d allow that,” I say with a grin. “How about you live with me?”

  “Are you sure about that?” she asks with a straight face that tells me she doesn’t entirely trust me, which hurts.

  “Now, why would you ask me a thing like that?”

  “Because you’ve made this decision too quickly and I think you might want a little while to think it all through.” She lays back down, resting her head on my chest.

  I love the way her soft hair flows down my side. I love the way her light weight lets me know she’s there. I love everything about her, and I know my decision is the right one.

  “We have the rest of the summer to hammer out the details. But that’s what I want, Petra. If that’s what you want.”

  “I’ll think about it,” she says with a smile on her beautiful face.

  Smacking the side of her ass, I say, “Maybe we should bring in a little impact play, you little imp. Seems you need to be taught who the boss is around here.” I laugh, and she sighs.

  “Is that what you want, Owen?” she asks me as she runs her fingertip through the lines on my stomach. “Do you want to rule me?”

  Pulling her up so I can look into her eyes and let her know what I want, I say, “Petra, I want you to take me as I am. I don’t want you to try to change me, and I won’t try to change you. There’ll be times when I need you to be quiet, let me come to you and get out frustrations with the world just by being with you. Sometimes sexually, sometimes not. Can you do that for me?”

  “I can do anything for you,” she says, then leans her head on my shoulder. “But I’m going to have to be careful not to lose myself in the process. Can you promise to help me?”

  Giving her shoulders a squeeze, I whisper, “I promise.”

  Her fingers trail over my lips. “So that’s it, then. You and I are going to shack up together.”

  Gazing at her, I feel she should have more than just that. Taking her hand, I kiss each fingertip. “You deserve more.”

  “Having you is more than I need, Owen. Being with you is all I need.” Her words do something to my heart. It races and skips beats as I look at the perfect young woman who will be a part of my life now.

  The first woman to actually be a part of my life!

  Pulling her to me, I kiss her pink lips. She sighs and sends her breath down my throat. The exchange of air is erotic, sensual, and provocative. Moving her to lie back, I roll my body over hers and press against her.

  Her heart is beating steadily. Her hands move over my back, hovering over each muscle. The way she moans sends our mouths vibrating and makes my cock spring to life, instantly.

  Forcing her legs apart with my knee, I ease into her and groan as I find her wet for me already. The girl has to love me, she’s always ready for me!

  Releasing her lips, I look at her as I make love to her for the first time since we’ve sealed our relationship. “You’re gorgeous. Don’t you ever ask me to do a damn thing to your face or body, Petra. I want you just the way you are, forever.”

  Her grin makes my heart flip. “Even when I begin to get wrinkles, Dr. Cantrell?”

  “Even then,” I say, then kiss her sweet lips.

  Her body undulates as mine tries to leave hers with each stroke. She wants to be connected at all times. Testing her a bit, I hold her hips down and pull all the way out of her, still kissing her.

  The way she groans lets me know she’s not happy with me out of her and when I move back into her, the groan turns into a happy moan and her legs wrap around my waist to stop me from leaving her again.

  A smile takes over my lips, and I pull away to look down at her, brushing her hair back and letting myself fall in love with her. Without saying a word, we exchange feelings with just our eyes. Softly, she sweeps her eyes over my face, and I do the same, memorizing each and every little thing about her. The way one eyebrow is slightly arched and the other runs in a solid, smooth line. The way she’s already getting laugh lines at the corners of her mouth.

  To me, that means she’s happy most of the time. I like that her face tells me that without knowing a thing else about her. Her pupils are large as she looks into mine. “I love you, Owen.”

  It’s amazing how my heart speeds up with her words and my body feels warm. “I love you, Petra.” My mouth hovers over hers, taking in more of the air she breathes out. She intoxicates me with nothing more than her essence.

  I’m being easy with her, feeling every little thing about her, and loving the way it all feels. I’m thirty-four-years-old and this is the first time I’ve actually made love to anyone. It boggles my mind a bit.

  Her satin-like walls begin to ripple over my cock, and I watch her as she closes her eyes and moans. “Owen …” She unwraps her legs and opens herself up for me.

  I pull one of her legs up to move into her even deeper and help her get the most she can get out of her orgasm. My cock slides in, and I can feel more ripples as the orgasm flows through her and she bites her lower lip and fists the sheets as she arches up to me.

  The way her body pulls at mine has me going into another state, one where I long to go at her harder. It’s as if she’s silently asking me to make her feel more.

  As I’m grinding into her, she growls, and the animal inside of me wakes up. I bite her neck as I thrust harder into her walls that are swelling, holding my cock in a tighter grip. Moving faster, I slam into her, knocking the air from her a little as I suck and bite her neck.

  Her nails cut into my back, and she rakes them up and down. It burns in the best way, and I find myself plunging into her with a fierceness. The thought runs through my head that I own her. I still own her body, and now I’ve won her heart.

  Growling into her ear, “You are mine in all ways, Petra.”

  “I am yours, sir.”

  She makes a purring sound, and I bite her neck, making her squeal, then moan, as I suck the place I bit. Her feet move up and down the backs of my legs as her hands run through my hair. And I feel her body starting to go into another orgasm.

  I want to feel it much deeper than before and pull out, turning her over and pulling her up on her hands and knees. I pull her hair and slam my cock into her, making her scream, “Fuck me! Show me who I belong to!”

  Letting her hair go, I grab her by the waist and yank her back to me, instead of thrusting into her. She moves with my pull, and I love the way she does what I want her to.

  Her round ass is so sexy. I pop it one time, making her moan. “You like that?”

  “I do,” she growls. “Again, please.”

  I smack her ass again and feel her getting even wetter. She does like it. I give her three more, and she leans over, putting her face on the pillow, where she screams with ecstasy.

  Pounding my cock into her, I wonder if she’d really like to
go into one of the private rooms and get a bit dirty with me. I’ve never done that, but Petra brings out things in me no one ever has before.

  Over and over, I stab my cock into her pussy that begins to pulse as she screams even more into the pillow, and I suddenly feel my body releasing, filling hers with my seed.

  A seed that I’ve never wanted to see grow, but suddenly feel like I could set my ideas of love aside with her. I could trust her. Even with my children.

  Petra

  Waking to the sound of the television, I sit up quickly as I hear the name Dr. Owen Cantrell being said by some man. “What’s going on?”

  Owen’s pacing tells me more than his words can, as he seems to be speechless. “She … how could she? I … can’t …”

  Getting out of bed, I grab him and hug him tightly in my arms as I listen to the television. Watching it over his shoulder, I see Owen’s picture in the upper right side of the screen. An anchorman says, “Beverly Hills Reconstruction was pulled from the Friday night lineup on its current network, until things can be figured out. That’s what one of the producers of the reality television show Dr. Owen Cantrell is a big part of said late last night. His associate, Dr. Dena Dion, also a plastic surgeon, but one with a lesser role on the series, was mortified by what she found out when she went to Portland, Oregon, to surprise the man she says she’s been dating for the past three years. To say the doctor, a man this country has come to idolize, has let his fans down, and his girlfriend, is a vast understatement.”

  I let Owen go so I can grab the remote and turn off the television. “Okay,” I say as I take his hand that’s shaking and lead him to sit on the edge of the bed. I pick up one of the soft, fluffy, white robes the hotel provides to cover my nakedness, as Owen has one on too. “It’s out. Nothing can be done about that now. Do you have a publicist?”

  As he’s shaking his head, I already basically knew he doesn’t. If he had one, then he’d have made better decisions long ago. “I’m ruined, Petra.”

  “No, you’re not.” I sit next to him and put my arm around him. “This is a thing many people do. And you’ve been made to feel ashamed of it.”

  His eyes are dark as he looks at me. “Because it is a shameful thing. That’s why we hide it.”

  “No, you hide it because it’s misunderstood. I say we flaunt it. Don’t try to hide it anymore. We are consenting adults. Anyone you’ve done this with was also consenting. You hurt no one. You shouldn’t hang your head in shame.”

  “It’s just that I was worried about that little medical kink freak outing me, and my own co-worker did it. I feel stupid.” He hangs his head, and I feel anger build up inside of me.

  “I’ve seen her on the show. She’s not really your girlfriend, is she?”

  Looking up, he takes me by the shoulders and holds me still as he searches my eyes. “Petra, I told her time and time again that I wouldn’t even date her. I don’t even like the woman! But I did fuck her on kind of a regular basis.”

  “Kind of regular basis?” I ask. “Like how regular?”

  “Like most Saturday nights.”

  “And you don’t feel like you two had anything going?” I ask, trying my best not to judge him. “Because almost every Saturday night is often, and I can see a person thinking you had more going on.”

  “I was honest with her about it. And I was always drunk when I went to her house and let myself in. I’d leave as soon as I was done.” He lets me go and hangs his head in shame. “I’m a terrible person.”

  “No, you are not,” I say as I stand up and run my arms around him.

  “Everyone will hate me, and I’ll be thrown off the show. I might even lose all my clients.” He won’t look at me as he puts his face in his hands.

  “Maybe this is where your tide turns, Owen.” I pull his face up to look at me. “Maybe this is where you make something different out of yourself.”

  “I don’t want to make something else out of myself,” he says as he looks at me. “I’m happy with my life.”

  “Oh, yeah?” I ask. “Then why so many drunken Saturday nights, seeking out a woman you say you didn’t even like?”

  “I don’t know,” he says, then gets up and heads to the bathroom. “I’ve fucked up so bad. I’ve never fucked up in my life, and now it’s like a volcano has erupted and blown me off the planet.”

  Walking behind him, I’m not about to let him fall into a depression about this. “Is that woman in Portland?”

  “I’m not sure if she is or if she came and left,” he answers me as he starts a bath.

  “Can’t you call her and tell her that we need to speak to her about what she’s done?”

  “We?” he asks, as he pours some bubbles into the tub.

  “Yes, we,” I tell him as I pull my robe off, as he’s done the same and is getting into the tub of warm water. I slide into the sudsy water, facing him, running my arms around his neck and laying my body on his. “I’m not leaving you to face this alone, Owen.”

  “You should,” he says, then pushes my hair back. “Hollywood can be nasty. I’m sure she doesn’t know your name. I’ll do this on my own, leaving you and your reputation out of it.”

  It hits me that I could be plastered all over the news too and that that could affect any schools that I might apply to teach at, especially in Los Angeles where Owen wants us to live.

  I go quiet as I think about what that would mean for me. Owen kisses my cheek. “I understand if you want to end things with me.”

  Jerking my head to look at him, I whisper, “Never.”

  His eyes droop at the outer edges, and he shakes his head. “I can’t let you come along for this ride, baby. I won’t do that to you.”

  “I want to talk to her. I can make her see things for what they are. Let me do that.”

  Shaking his head again, he kisses me, then says, “You’ll only fuel her fire. I’ll have to handle things and take my licks.”

  “Owen, let me help you. Let me be there for you and face this with you. We’re together now.” I rest my head on his chest and breathe him in.

  “Not anymore, Petra.” He picks my head up to look at him. “I won’t bring you down with me. I love you too much to do that to you.”

  “Owen, don’t …”

  He stops me with a kiss, and I feel the backs of my eyes burning. This can’t be happening to us!

  I wrench my mouth away and stare into his eyes as he whispers, “Don’t make this harder than it already is.”

  “Don’t end what we have. I’ve never known love before. Don’t ruin me, Owen. If you leave me over this, then I’ll be ruined. I mean it.”

  “No, you won’t.” He smiles at me. “Petra, you will recover from this. I promise you that you will. And as you watch the media tear me apart, you’ll be grateful that I let you go and didn’t hold onto you through it all. I’ll be called names like monster and pervert. And if you’re with me, standing at my side, you’ll be called a brainless whore.”

  “I’m not one,” I say, and smile right back at him. “I’m not a little girl, Owen. I know I’m only twenty-one, but I have my head-on right. I have a heart full of love for you, and I won’t be that easy to ridicule.”

  “You also won’t get to teach,” he reminds me. “That’s your dream. You told me that yourself. I won’t be the reason you don’t get to live out your dream. Don’t even ask me to do that to you.”

  I don’t know what the hell to say to the man. He’s being such a hero, but at his expense. And I can’t let him do that to himself.

  A knock at the hotel door has both of us freezing. “Who do you think that is?” I ask.

  “No idea. We should get out of this tub and get dressed. I need to get you back into the safety of the apartment at the club.” He helps me get out of the tub first, and I grab a towel and wrap it around myself, then hand him one.

  “You can stay in the apartment with me.” I hurry to throw on some clothes.

  He follows me to the closet as the kn
ocking persists. Then a woman’s voice calls out, “Owen, I know you’re in there. I’ve been watching your damn rental car. And you have that little whore with you too. It’s time to face the music.”

  His eyes are wide as he looks at me. “Fuck! It’s Dena.”

  Something moves through me. Panic leads the procession of emotions, followed by offense, and bringing up the rear is pure, unadulterated anger.

  That woman who’s at the door has singlehandedly ruined my man’s career and that’s not okay!

  “Let’s get dressed and let her in,” I tell him as I move away from him and find a dress and pull it over my head. Making my way to the bag with some panties in it, I pull them on as he watches me in horror.

  “We can’t let her in.”

  “Oh, yes, we can,” I say, and saunter out of the bedroom and into the living area.

  In a flash of tanned skin and black skivvies, Owen beats me to the door and plants himself in front of it. “No.” His eyes look stern, and his manner is a bit commanding.

  But the woman on the other side of that door needs to be straightened out, and I plan on doing the straightening. “Why not?” I ask with a loud voice.

  “Let me in,” Dena shouts. “I can hear you both.”

  Owen steps away from the door and places his hands on my shoulders as he looks me squarely in the eyes. “Because I am your Dom and gave you a direct order. Do not open that door. You have to do as I tell you to, sub.”

  My jaw clenches as I think about blowing off what he’s said and opening the door and dealing with the bitch. But then I feel like I’d be breaking our bond. The first thing that brought us together. A thing that, while most might not understand it, I hold dear to my heart.

  Dropping back, I kneel and take the submissive position, dropping my chin to my chest. No words leave my lips. I am his until the contract is up. I will follow the rules I signed off on. I will let him control this situation however he sees fit.

  Placing his hand on my shoulder, he whispers, “Thank you, Petra.”

  Owen isn’t your typical Dom. He has a lot of things going on inside of him that most Doms don’t. I’m brand new to this, and even I can see that. As for his dabbling in this world, he’s about to pay the ultimate price: his livelihood. And he wants me to stand by and say nothing, hide even. And I need to let him do that for me, I suppose. I need to let him take the hero’s way out of this and save my reputation.