Dr. Orgasm (A Holiday Romance Collection Book 2)

by Michelle Love

  Owen

  The expensive brandy I’ve sipped on to steady my nerves has done little to help. The night has come. The auction will begin in just a little while, and I’ve seen Petra in person!

  Her beauty wasn’t given justice by the one picture the site had posted of her. The way her silky black hair hangs to her waist makes my dick twitch. I can already feel it between my fingers as I take a lock of it and run it over my cheek.

  She’s wearing what all the other women on the auction block are wearing tonight: a thin, white gown that goes to their bare feet. Cut low at the top and tied with a gold sash at the waist, it accents each woman’s assets as it clings to their bodies. None are allowed to wear a bra or panties underneath it, and traces of their private areas can be made out.

  Petra Bakari has on very little makeup. She’s a natural beauty. Her heart-shaped face is accented with pink cheeks and lips. Her skin is perfectly tanned and dewy looking, as if she’s just come out of a cool shower, fresh as the morning air.

  “That one there, she’s new,” some old man says as he points at Petra. “I saw her on the site. She’s one of my favorites.”

  I make my way to where he’s sitting and clear my throat, then say, “I saw her list of what she’ll do and it’s pretty short. New isn’t always a good thing.”

  He looks at me with faded blue eyes and nods. “I know her list is short, but with a Top like me, I can help her make it grow.”

  “Push her past her limits?” I ask with a frown. “Not very sporting of you.”

  “Push?” he asks with a grin that shows the gaps he has between his front teeth. “No, not push. Test. Her limits just need to be tested for her to grow into what I need her to be.”

  Another man joins us at the spot in front of the two-way mirror the bidders all sit behind while the women walk around on the other side. The stage is set up like a Roman auction block. Trainers lead them around on leashes. And the way Petra walks, with her head held high and her body poised, is remarkable for someone who has never done this before.

  A thin man with a long mustache takes a seat at the front, with me and the man who I’ll be competing with to win Petra. “I heard you two talking about my little beauty, Petra Bakari. I hope you won’t be disappointed when I win her.”

  It’s crazy how quickly my skin prickles with heat that spreads through me as if a wildfire has just been set. “And what would you do with the new, young thing?” I ask him.

  “I have medical kinks. Sounding is one of my favorite things to do and have done to me. I’d have to teach her, of course. It’s not on her list, but I’m sure if I get her to do it to me, then she’ll let me do it to her too. I have a complete gynecological set up at my place.”

  “You live in Portland?” the old guy asks.

  The man twirls the end of his dark mustache. “I do.”

  I decide to ask him a question too. “And you’re a gynecologist?”

  “No, I’m a computer programmer. But my kinks are in that department. I’ve spent quite a lot of money setting up my little office at home, and I’ve been dying to get a woman who will play with me. This will be my first purchased female.”

  “Congratulations,” the old guy says as he high fives the little freak.

  I lean back in my comfortable chair and try not to think bad thoughts about the men, but I can’t help it. One wants to make her his patient for the next three months, and the other wants to push her until she does what he wants her to. It makes me sick and mad at the same time.

  I have to win her, or she’ll end up with one of these weirdos!

  All three of us shut our mouths as Petra is brought up for inspection. The trainer has her in a set of handcuffs and places a lilac-colored blindfold over her eyes. He instructs her to kneel and she does so with no hesitation. He moves around her, pulling her up to where she’s on her hands and knees and runs his hands over her ass, then spanks her five times. She doesn’t move as he pushes the dress up, exposing her naked ass and inserting one finger into her vagina, bringing it back out glistening with her juices.

  The spanking has made her wet and I hear the old man sucking in his breath as he says, “Good. I like to spank and she likes to get spanked.” I watch as he rubs his cock that’s swelling under his black tuxedo pants. “I want to make her my bratty little girl who does things to get into trouble, just so she can feel my strong hand connecting with her sweet ass. And her ass is sweet. I can’t wait to taste that pussy of hers.”

  My stomach knots as I listen to him talk about the woman who’s been in my head so strongly since the moment I saw her picture. “Her profile says that impact play is a soft limit for her. That means she’ll do it, but she doesn’t like to,” I say, to detour the creep.

  “She’ll learn to like it,” he tells me, with a crooked grin that’s more than a bit evil. “When she gets my fat cock after every spanking, she’ll actually ask me for it, the way all the others have.”

  I keep my thoughts to myself, but would love to let him know that’s only, because of the lavish amount of money he must give them. “I see.”

  My attention is turned as the trainer moves Petra to lie on her back and pushes the dress up so that we can see her pussy, which is bare and beautiful. He spreads her legs wide so all can see her personal areas and for the first time ever, I feel horrible for someone being treated this way.

  “I don’t think this part is really necessary,” I find myself saying out loud.

  “Nonsense,” the little twerpy mustached man says. “I think it’s great. Not only do we get to see what the women has going on there, but this also shows me that this one has no aversion to being examined—something I plan to do to her a lot. A whole lot! Oh, the things I’ll insert into her! I’m so excited to get started. Will the bidding begin soon?”

  “In about an hour or so,” the old dude says. “We have to look at them all. How many more do you have picked out; in case you don’t get Petra?” he asks the little guy.

  “Two. But I really want the exotic looking, Petra.”

  They look at me and I simply look back at them. “What makes you think I’m bidding on her? She has nothing going on for her. I’m sure she’ll freak out right away and run off before anything good can even happen. She’s a waste of time and money, in my opinion.”

  The two smile as they look at one another, then the old guy says, “Good. Then it’s only you and me who will compete for her. That’ll mean we have to put up less money.”

  I move away from the men. My skin is crawling with disgust for them both. Retreating to a far corner, as Petra has been taken off the stage and has to sit and wait while another woman is shown off, I sit down and think about my summer plans.

  I saw two new restaurants I plan on visiting while I’m here. There was also a new club I saw when I drove in from the airport. I rented a very nice hotel suite and am already set up there.

  My nights will be filled with fine dining and some club hopping. I’ll most likely find a different woman for each night, take them to my hotel room, fuck them silly, then send them on their way.

  The next day, I can come see my little sex kitten, do my thing, then leave her alone while I go see the sights. Alone. Blissfully alone, and with this frustration that’s filled me beginning to ebb.

  All I need is a woman who I can fuck, then leave with no remorse. Is that too much to ask?

  If I could have a woman for that all the time, I can’t imagine all I could accomplish. So many times, I ache to get some sexual relief without the need for a relationship and all the damn talking that goes with that.

  If I could find a woman who’d be okay with that, my life would be complete, I think.

  Maybe, one day, I’ll get over this little thing I’ve got going. But then again, since I found this outlet, I don’t know if I ever will. Before I found this place, I hired the occasional prostitute, but feared they’d tell on me.

  I don’t want to be known as a man who has to pay for sex, mainly becaus
e I don’t have to pay for it. But just like with Dena and a host of other women, I can get what I want, but they want something out of me too. Here, with the woman I buy, I get to have things exactly the way I want them with no frowns, sad faces, or words that try to wear me down.

  I don’t need or want a nagging woman in my life right now. My parents showed me what married life is really like. I’m not falling for the crap others say it is. A partnership where love and commitment take center stage is what the married men I know say. I think they just want to lure more single men into the hell they’re living in. They say misery loves company. But I’m not about to put myself into a miserable situation, the way my parents did.

  What’s so bad is that, even divorced, those two still manage to complicate each other’s lives. Leaving Mom didn’t make Dad, or her, any happier. It makes me think that once that special someone gets under your skin and into your heart, you can’t get them out. Even if they make you sick as hell!

  Petra

  With the embarrassing part over, I sit and wait with the other women to find out if anyone will bid on me or not. It seems the men behind the mirror can ask questions of the women, but no one has asked anything about me yet.

  Leticia pats my hand as we sit next to each other. “It’s okay, Petra. This part is nearly over.”

  One of the trainers comes to get her and takes her away to answer someone’s question, then I find another trainer coming to get me. “Come on. Someone wants you to say your name and age.”

  “Why?” I ask as I let him lead me with the leash that was put around my neck. “That information is on the profile.”

  “I guess he wants to hear your voice,” he tells me as he takes me up to a certain place in front of the huge mirror. “Go ahead. Say what I told you to.”

  “My name is Petra Bakari. I’m twenty-one.”

  He leads me back to sit down in the room off to one side. “Okay, Petra, back you go.”

  “Do you think anyone will pick me?” I ask with worry, as a few of the other women have already been taken to meet the men who bought them.

  “Are you kidding?” he asks me with a grin. “You’re hot. Don’t worry. The only reason you’re still sitting here is because you have more than one bidder and there’s a war going on over you. Those women who’ve left already only had one bidder. All of you who are left will be taken. It’s just a matter of, by whom.”

  Relief fills me as I take a seat and don’t have to worry about going through all of this only to be told no man wants me. More than one of them does!

  Leticia comes back to sit next to me, taking my hand and smiling. “Isn’t this exciting?”

  “Scary,” is what I say, then I hear her name called and she gets up, leaving me all alone.

  “Bye,” she says. “See you back here at the end of summer. We’ll meet here and fly back together. I can’t wait to hear all about your Top.”

  Getting up, I grab her and hug her tightly. “Fuck, I’m scared!”

  She pats my back as she hugs me. “It’s all going to be okay. Just remember all I’ve taught you and things will be fine. And like you’ve been told numerous times, if you feel threatened or uncomfortable, all you have to do is call the hotline to be taken out right away. It’s all safe, Petra.”

  With a nod, I let her go and feel like crying. But I put on a brave face for her. “Okay. Thanks for everything, Leticia. See you in three months. Bye.”

  She’s pulled away and we wave to each other as she goes. I sit back down and fight the urge to bawl like a baby. One of the other women looks at me with sympathetic eyes. “It’s okay to be afraid. This is my fifth time and I still get nervous at this point. But it all turns around quickly once you’re with your owner. I’ve never had a mean one. Most of them are focused on pleasing their bottom. Pleasure is sure to find you tonight.”

  I nod and think about the pleasurable things some stranger is about to do to me. It does little to calm me down. Some strange man will touch me in places and I have to allow him to do that!

  Hell, it’s already happened with the trainers at this place. I’ve been groped by five of them, with their examinations and tests of what I said I can take. I’ve been spanked, hit with a paddle and a flogger, cuffed, suspended in ropes, and hooded—all things I never saw myself doing but am doing them anyway. I’m trying not to feel like a piece of meat!

  The auction manager, Isabel, comes to me with a piece of paper in her hand. “Come with me, please.” She walks right past me and I get up to follow her, wondering what the hell is going on.

  We go back to her office where she gestures for me to take a seat, and she goes to sit behind her oak desk that’s clear of any normal paperwork that’s usually on people’s desks.

  Placing the paper, she holds on the desk, she pushes it toward me and pulls a pen out of the drawer. “You didn’t mark this on the list of things you’d do, but you also didn’t mark it as a hard limit. You have an interested buyer. We’ll have to have your authorization first, though.”

  “For what?” I ask as I take the paper and see the words at the very top: medical play.

  “You do know what that means, don’t you?” she asks me.

  With a nod, I say, “I do. Did this man specify what kind of things he wants to do? You see, I didn’t know what to put, as the list was so long. I don’t mind playing doctor in the traditional sense of it. But there are things I won’t do.”

  “Okay, check off what you will do on this list here. I’ll enter that into the computer and then we’ll know if that man will actually bid for you or not.”

  Looking it over, I find that I won’t do most of the things. I end up checking that I’ll let them check my blood pressure and some other easy things like that, but most go unchecked. I push the paper back to her after I sign it. “Those things I didn’t check, I want to be checked as hard limits. I won’t do any of them, ever.”

  With a nod, she takes the paper and says, “Go back to your seat, please.”

  She hurries off as I dally around the hallway a little, not in a rush to go back and sit down again. The sound of a door opening draws my attention and I look behind me, finding a tall, muscular man with dark waves that hang to his broad shoulders is looking at me with a smile on his face. He waves at me with the slightest movement of his hand as we stare at each other.

  I wave back and smile at him too. He looks like a movie star in his black tuxedo. His face is tanned and handsome. So, damn handsome!

  Now he’s the kind of man I fantasized about winning me. And Leticia acted as if no one like that even existed at this club. But he does exist. And he’s looking at me like he’s interested. He might be a bidder. He might be the man I get to spend the next three months with!

  I wonder if I can talk to him, or ask him if he’s bidding on me. He’s not looking away or moving. I could walk up to him and just ask him that simple question.

  Our eyes lock for only a moment, then my name is called and I have to go. He walks away and I watch him as he takes long strides. He seems so familiar.

  Walking down the hallway to find out who’s won me, I think about why the man looks so familiar. Then it hits me. I’ve seen him on television before. On a reality show.

  Beverly Hills something or other. It’s a show about plastic surgery and he’s one of the surgeons. God, what if he was the one who wanted the medical play and I’ve ruined it?

  I didn’t want to do any of that stuff, but if he’s the one doing it then maybe I wouldn’t mind. I wonder if I can get Isabel to change my answers. But my name’s already been called and that means the deal is done.

  Why didn’t I think about who might be asking such a thing?

  That doctor is hot as hell and I’m an idiot for thinking too much about those things that were on that fucking piece of paper. Hell, he can examine me all he wants to!

  Shit! Now who’ll get me?

  The man’s name is eluding me as I go to the side entrance. His name is on the tip of my tongue. I
can almost see it in my mind.

  One of the trainers is waiting for me with his hand extended. “Here she is. Petra Bakari.”

  Then the name comes to me and I whisper to myself, “Dr. Owen Cantrell!”

  Owen

  I didn’t expect to find Petra in the hallway, but when I came out of the men’s room and saw her standing there, I almost went straight over to her, which is frowned upon.

  Somehow, I managed to stay right where I was and only look at her. Her smile was bright and she looked happy to see me. Not that she knows who I am.

  I always let my hair grow out for the summer. On the shows, it’s kept short and I make them use a lot of makeup on me, so that I’m not recognized very easily when I come to Portland. And I don’t let the women I take see me either. Just to be completely safe about it.

  When our eyes met, I felt more than a spark for her. If I get her, I don’t know what all I’ll do with her. I have a feeling I might stray from my usual patterns.

  I heard her name announced and had to hurry to get back to the bidders’ box. Isabel must’ve gotten back with the results she said she’d need if mustache man bids on Petra, something I hope he won’t do. It’ll be much easier if it’s only the old guy and me. I’ve already placed a hefty bid in the envelope I gave Isabel. I doubt that man has as much money as I have to spare for such a thing.

  It’s funny, but I’m glad she got to see my face. Once I have her, she’ll never see it again, but I’ll be able to watch her all I want to. The video system was installed and I’ll be able to monitor her with my cell when I’m out.

  As I walk into the room, I see another man has decided to bid on Petra. Isabel is taking his envelope and my heart starts to pound. She looks at me with a smile. “Good. You’re back. We can announce the winner of Petra Bakari now.”

  The old man looks at me with a grim expression. “I thought you weren’t bidding on her.”

  With a shrug, I take a seat with the rest of them and wait to see what Isabel has to say. She looks at mustache man and says, “I’m afraid you won’t be able to bid on Miss Bakari. She’s marked all the things you asked for as hard limits. That leaves three bids on her.”