Looking down at the ground, he picks at the moss that’s covering the granite rock. “Have I lost you?”
“Why would you even ask that?” I reach out and run my hand over his bearded cheek.
Sad eyes find mine. “Because I make stupid decisions. I get myself in predicaments, and now I’m dragging you into them too. I’d understand completely if you want to call this whole thing off.”
“You would?”
He nods. “I would.”
“You wouldn’t miss me at all?”
“I’d miss you like crazy.” He takes my hand and holds it in a loose grip. “But I love you, Petra. It’s an honest love, a pure love. I can’t take you through my shit storm of a life.”
“So, you’d leave me out of it all?” I pull our hands up and hold them to my heart. “You’d walk away from me to protect me. Is that what you’re saying? Are you saying that you’d let me out of the contract, give me the money, and leave me alone?”
He nods, and I drop my head. I don’t know what to say to him. He’d cut his own heart out, rather than stand up for himself. He’s weak.
“I love you so much, it’d kill me to see you hurt by all of this. There’ll be Dena on the news, telling the world how I got drunk and screwed her almost every Saturday night for three fucking years. That’s pretty bad right there. Add in the reporters, saying how they found me going back to the BDSM club that Dena said she saw me coming out of, and you have another strike against me. If I keep you, then people will call me a child molester, because you’re twenty-one and I’m thirty-four, thirteen years older than you.”
“Fuck, Owen. You make things sound terrible.” I get up and throw my hands into the air. Looking at the blue water below, I decide to do something crazy to try to get to him. “Bye.”
He looks up at me with a confused expression. I step to the edge of the cliff and wave at him, then jump. I can hear him screaming as I fall and look up to find him watching me.
Hitting the water with my pointed feet, I start kicking as soon as I can and begin to come up to the top. The water’s nice and cold and just what I needed. I hear a splash as soon as my head breaks the surface.
Wiping my eyes, I look up at the cliff and see Owen’s gone. Waiting for him to come up, I start to get worried. Then I scream as something touches my leg and yanks me under.
Eyes wide open, I find Owen has me and moves up to wrap his arms around me as we pop up. Both of us are breathing hard as we tread water, then he kisses me. We laugh and splash water at each other, then swim toward the shoreline, that’s not too far away. Climbing onto one of the large granite stones that dot the shoreline, we lie back and look up at the trees that filter the sun’s light.
“And you call me dramatic,” he says, then reaches out to hold my hand. “You scared me.”
“Good. You were scaring me. I got you back.” I give his hand a squeeze.
“For a man who should have it all together, I don’t have anything together.” He sighs and turns over to face me. “I’m not about to go on a pity party again while you’re around.”
“Good,” I say, then turn on my side to face him. “And you need to know that I’m not going anywhere. Better get over having those kinds of parties for yourself anymore.”
“Can we just hide out here in the Oregon woods forever? I promise I can build you a home out of logs. I can catch fish for dinner and find berries for breakfast. It’ll be like our own little Eden.” He trails his finger over my lips. “You can be my Eve, and I’ll be your Adam. What do you say to that, baby?”
“That actually sounds damn good, Owen. Just you and me, wearing fig leaves. Wait, does this forest even have fig trees? I mean, if it doesn’t then what would we wear?”
His smile makes my heart thump in my chest. “Bearskins?”
“Oh, hell. There are bears in these woods, aren’t there? Damn! And wolves too, Owen.” I sit up and look around, suddenly feeling like we’re being watched. Most likely by wild animals that are looking at us like dinner.
He sits up and laughs, then pulls me to him, kissing me, then holding me tight. “I won’t let anything hurt you. You should know that by now, Petra.”
“People, now I know you won’t let them hurt me. Ferocious killer animals? Not so sure about that. Sorry.”
With an eye roll, he moans, “Come on.”
“Hey!” a man shouts, and we both look to see who it is.
“Shit,” Owen mutters. “Someone’s found us.”
“Seems so,” I mumble.
A man comes walking out of the trees. He’s wearing khaki shorts and a yellow T-shirt. His sunglasses come off as he approaches us.
Owen hops up, pulling me with him as he says, “Hey, I know you.”
A smile travels over the other man’s lips. “I know you too.”
Owen
“Did Chance actually say he’d give out information on you, Owen?” Grant Jamison asks me as we sit in his cozy cabin.
We picked the right lake to jump into—one that Grant has a cabin so close to, he could hear us. He came to see who was playing so near to his place and found us, thankfully.
Petra sips on a glass of white wine as she reads a book Grant gave her. He also let her and I wear some robes while our clothes dry in the dryer. He’s quite the godsend.
“No, he didn’t come right out and say he’d tell anyone who I am. I just got the feeling he would. You know, he was menacing.” I sip the Scotch he poured us and wonder if I was being paranoid where Chance was concerned.
“I’ll deal with him,” Grant says, then looks at Petra. “Her file says she’s in college to be a schoolteacher. We don’t want her future to be ruined by anything that concerns our club. Nor yours, for that matter.” He sips his Scotch, then looks at me with a frown. “You should’ve come straight to the club or called. You’ve made several mistakes. Now, we have to clean this mess up.”
Unsure if that can happen, I ask, “Is that even possible?”
“Anything is possible, Owen.” With another glance at Petra, Grant smiles, then looks back at me. “First thing we have to do is call Isabel and tell her to shred everything that has either of your names or pictures on it. I’ll have her delete all of the information there is on both of you. She’ll move the money you have in the escrow account for Petra back into the account it came from. If that’s what you really want.”
“What else can I do?” I ask him, as I have no idea.
He smiles. “Be upfront about things.”
“I thought the whole thing behind belonging to a club like that is to keep things secretive.”
He nods. “It is. No one wants their dirty laundry aired in public. I’m not suggesting you tell anyone a thing about belonging to the club. I am suggesting that you and Petra go to the media with a story.”
“What kind of a story?”
“A love story, Owen. People like two things. They love the drama of finding out about people who’ve done what can be considered bad things. They also like to hear great love stories. So, give them a love story.”
“How?” I look at Petra as she’s all curled up, snug as a bug in a rug, reading contently. She looks as if she doesn’t have a care in the world right now.
“Make something up,” he says, then nods toward Petra. “She’ll go along with anything you want. I’ve seen how she looks at you. The girl is smitten.”
Leaning forward, I whisper, “Me too.”
“I can tell,” he whispers back. He sits back and crosses his long legs. “If we can leave out the part about you winning her in an auction, do you think something can be made out of the truth of your, for lack of a better word, relationship?”
“I did come up with an idea. You see, I thought we could say that we met online when she found me on social media and asked me about her boobs. We hit it off, exchanged numbers, and met in Portland.”
“I like that story. What’s stopped you from telling that one?” He asks as he smiles at me. “It’s great.”
> “I don’t know what’s stopped me.”
“It’s hard to tell anything when you’re running. Isn’t it?”
Petra calls out, “You tell him, Grant. Tell him how it makes one look suspicious when they run.”
“She’s right,” he says, then wiggles his finger at her. “Come join us, Petra. We need to get things figured out.” Grabbing a notebook out of the drawer of the side table he’s sitting next to, he puts it on the coffee table that’s between us. Getting up, he walks away and comes back with a pen. “Jot down the major points of your story. It’s essential that you both say the same things. I’ll go make the call to Isabel and get her going on the club’s end of things.”
I feel compelled to ask Petra once more if she really is okay with the money reverting back to me, “Petra, if you want me to leave the money in escrow for you, I will.”
Shaking her head as she comes and sits next to me, she says, “No. I don’t want anything to lead anyone back to the club. Have it sent back and end the contract, that’s how I want it.”
I give Grant a nod that lets him know to go ahead with the plan as I pick up the pen and notebook. “Now to hammer out the details, Petra. So, how long have you known I was the man of your dreams?”
She wraps her arms around my neck, her lips barely touching my flesh. “Since, I saw you on television, four years ago.” The wine has made her a bit on the lusty side, I see.
“Wait,” I say, as I calculate her age back then. “Are you being serious?”
She nods and kisses my neck. “I am. You look cute in this robe. Do you think Grant’s going to let us spend the night here? I kinda have the hots for you right now.”
“No, we’re not going to inconvenience him.” She pulls her head up and looks at me as I gaze at her. “I’m going to take you back to our hotel. My head will be held high, and things are going to be different. I’m done running. I’m done running from everything.”
Her eyes glisten. “That sounds nice.”
“Good. Now, back to you loving me for the last four years. You were only seventeen, Petra. Let’s not say that. Also, it makes you seem like a stalker when you add in the part about finding me on social media. How about you were impressed by my work. That’s why you got in touch with me.”
“Okay,” she says, then leans her head on my shoulder as I write that down. “Add that I valued your opinion on my tits.”
I write breasts, instead of tits, and then ask, “Was it love at first sight for me?”
“Of course it was,” she says as she smacks my thigh.
“Of course,” I say with a chuckle. “And are you going to go back to L.A. with me? They’ll want to know that.”
Her eyes sparkle as she says, “If that’s what you want, then I want that too.”
I fight the urge to toss her back on the soft couch and kiss her. With Grant around, I don’t want to make him uncomfortable, so I hold myself back.
Question by question, we write up the details and finish up just as Grant comes back into the room. “Isabel has taken care of things, and you two are no longer a part of the club.”
“That’s too bad,” Petra says. “I wanted to go into one of those private rooms with Owen and see what that was about.”
“Well, you can do that here.” Grant points to the hallway. “I have a fully equipped room here.” He looks at me. “Do you want to take her in there, Owen?”
Petra gives my arm a squeeze as she looks at me with puppy dog eyes. “If that’s what you really want, Petra.”
She nods and looks back at Grant. “Do you think you can teach him some things? He’s never done anything like that.”
“I can,” Grant says, then takes a seat. “I tell you what, Petra, you go into the bedroom. There’s a private bath off it. Get yourself all cleaned up. You know, camera ready. There’s a camera in my den of iniquity. I’ll show Owen a video that he can recreate for you. A little scene I came up with for a newbie I had last year. Nothing too hard, but dangerous feeling. Does that sound good?”
Looking at Petra for approval, I wait for her to answer. “It does. Does it sound good to you, Owen?”
“I’d be lying if I said it didn’t.” I stand up and pull her up, then steer her toward the hall. “Go get that body cleaned all up, Petra. I’m about to blow your mind.”
She smiles as she walks backward. “I’m so excited, Owen.”
Grant goes to a cabinet that’s next to the television as he calls out to Petra, “There are some sub outfits in the closet in that bathroom. Pick one out and put it on. Pull your hair back into one long braid and wait in the bedroom until your Dom comes to get you. Time to get into character.”
She leaves us as I sit back down and watch Grant mess with a small computer then turn on the television. The screen is blue and blank as he goes to the hallway and opens a closet, then comes back with a mannequin. It has black lines drawn on it, and I look it over as he leans it up against the wall in the living room.
“This is Queenie. She’s the thing I practiced on when I first gained interest in this type of thing. The lines I’ve drawn show where the fleshy places are on the female body. Those are the only places you will ever strike with any kind of object, including your hands.”
Getting up, I look over the areas Grant’s pointed out. “I’ve never had the urge to hit anyone, Grant.”
“Do you have an aversion to it?”
Shaking my head, I answer, “Yes. I’m a doctor. I help people. I don’t hurt them.”
“You shouldn’t look at it like that. Does a smack on the ass hurt you or ignite another sensation?” he asks as he goes to get something else out of the closet.
“It doesn’t hurt. Not that I’ve been swatted that often to know for certain. My parents shoved us back and forth so much, none of us ever got spankings.”
“When people have impact play, it’s nothing like being spanked as a child. It’s full of other feelings and emotions.” He comes back with a short whip in his hand, like the one people use on horses. “This quirt has a short whip on it. It leaves a slight stinging sensation. Do you mind if I pop your ass, Owen?”
With a smile, I turn around. “Go for it.” He pops me, and I barely feel a thing. “The thick robe is in the way.”
The grin Grant gets has me nearly laughing. “Bare a cheek, brother.”
“What the hell,” I say, as I pull the robe over a bit and nod to give Grant the go-ahead.
He pops me, and I flinch as it does sting, but it’s not awful. “Feel it now?”
“Yeah. It’s like a little bite, maybe from one of those biting flies. Not like a bee or a wasp.” I bend around to see if it left a mark and can’t see one. “Does this thing leave marks on lighter skin?”
“Sometimes. They go away pretty quickly. Nothing to worry about.” He puts the thing in my hand. “Give Queenie what she’s asking for.”
“On the ass?”
He nods and points at the small of the back. “Stay away from the bony areas. The small of the back, the spine, the back of the neck. And never hit anyone with anything along their torso in the front or the back. If you know there are soft organs underneath that skin, leave it alone. As a doctor, you probably knew that already.”
“You’d think so,” I say, as I look at the fake body in front of me. “But I honestly have never thought about doing this, so please leave nothing out, even though I am a doctor.” I touch the hips with the quirt. “Now, hips are cool, right? I mean, there’s nothing under them to get hurt.”
“They’re fair game. Keep in mind that there are bones not too far under the surface of skinny girls. You don’t want to hit so hard that you bruise a bone.”
“Grant, I’m not about to hit Petra hard. I just want to give her a good time, not leave marks or bruises of any kind.” Looking Grant in the eye, I feel like I have to ask, “What does anyone get out of hitting or being hit, anyway?”
With a grin, he says, “I’ll let you play out the scene you’re about to watch a
nd see if you can figure that out, Owen. Watch and learn.”
Taking a seat, I wait for the show to start. Hopefully, it’ll teach me what Petra wants. A real-life BDSM experience.
Petra
“On your knees, sub!” Owen says with a stern tone as he comes to Grant’s bedroom door. I hit the floor, doing as I’m told.
My heart’s already racing as excitement flows through me. I’ve had the little experiences of impact play with Leticia, but I want to see how it feels with Owen, my Dom.
I found a black leather corset in the closet and put it on. I feel pretty damn badass and more than a bit dangerous. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Owen walking toward me. His feet are bare, and he has on loose-fitting black pajama pants.
He places his hand on my shoulder. “Rise, sub.”
I get up and see he has no shirt on. His muscles are shiny, as if he’s oiled them up, which makes heat pool between my thighs. A small mask covers his eyes. It makes him look a little mysterious. I want to reach out and caress his handsome face. The way his beard is growing in makes him look rugged. But I don’t dare touch him. Not without being told to.
His lips press together in a firm line as he looks me up and down, then trails one finger over the mound of flesh from my boobs that spills over the top of the tight corset. My eyes move from his, then go down, looking at his magnificent body. My heart skips a beat as I notice the small whip in his left hand.
Putting his hand on the small of my back, he guides me to where he wants me to go. I think we’re going to go to the room across the hallway, but I find him taking a left, and we go into the dark living room. The television comes on, and I see a dungeon-like room with red walls and one of those bondage beds in it.
The camera pans to the right, and there’s a woman, wearing a thin, white robe. You can see her body through it. Her hands are cuffed, and she’s strung up on a hook, facing the wall. A man in black clothes enters the room. His face is completely covered in a scary-looking mask of a red devil and he has on a cape. It flies back as he brings his black gloved hand up. A long whip is in it, and the woman screams for help.
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