Doctor’s Demands E-Book

Michelle Love

• Herausgeber: Michelle Love
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Her face glowed on the club’s site, a sweet temptation I couldn’t resist.
I’m the older doctor with a billion-dollar edge and a taste for shadows—control’s my drug, and she’s my next fix.
Young, untouched by my world, she steps into the auction with a spark I ache to claim.
One bid, and she’s mine—bound in my room, her curves a siren’s call I can’t ignore.
I’ll tease her limits, ignite her senses, until she’s lost in me.
She thinks it’s just a summer fling, but her pull’s too strong.
The deeper I draw her in, the more I crave her—for keeps. Walking away? Not a chance.

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DOCTOR’S DEMANDS

Copyright

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Petra

Owen

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Sneak Peek – Chapter 1

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Blurb

The Doctor’s arrived…And his treatment is sizzling!

She’s a young college student, set on a scrupulous career as a school teacher.

I’m a doctor with a checkered past.

Binge drinking on weekends, sleeping with women I care nothing for, and seeking summers with women I rent, has been my life.

Until I saw her face on the club’s website.

The Dungeon of Decorum may have found her, but I’d take her as my own.

Fighting men who wanted to use her in ways I found distasteful, I finally won her. She was mine to do with as I wanted. And I wanted all of her!

But she’d only get part of me. It had to be that way. She was my secret.

From our first touch, a spark ignited, neither of us had ever felt before. Our heat was off the charts. I couldn’t stop myself from taking her in ways I’d never planned on.

And I hadn’t planned for what she did. She broke every rule; some I hadn’t even made yet.

Could I face the world with what I’d done? Or would I run, leaving her behind me, safe as long as she wasn’t with me?

Love is temporary, at best. Happily, ever after endings are merely fantasies, or so we both thought…

Petra

Birds chirped merrily overhead as I sat on a blanket under a tree on my college campus, looking at my dwindling bank account. The spring afternoon felt and sounded happy, but I was anything but that. I had one more year of college to go before I could become a kindergarten through fifth-grade school teacher, but finances weren’t working for me.

Ohio State wasn’t a cheap school. Thanks to my mother marrying a wealthy man, my financial aid was nothing, nada, zero. And my new stepdad wasn’t about to pay for my school. It ripped my mother and I apart, but she didn’t seem too torn up about it.

I was already in debt to the tune of thirty thousand dollars and needed another twenty thousand for next years’ classes. The struggle was far too real for me and I had to figure out something, and quickly at that.

But how the hell could a person come up with twenty thousand dollars in a matter of a few months?

Enter Leticia, something or other. I couldn’t pronounce her last name. It had more consonants than vowels and tangled my tongue anytime I’d attempted it. She would be my Godsend, my lady in shining armor, my heroine. But the price I’d pay with my body would turn out to be far more than I’d ever planned on …

Owen

Leaving the operating room after doing a facelift on a fifty-year-old model who didn’t want to give up the fight just yet, I found my heart pounding and anxiety filling me. The cameras in my face didn’t help matters at all.

I was one of the stars of a reality television show, aired on the surgery channel. ‘Beverly Hills Reconstruction,’ was all about keeping the stars glamorous and camera-ready at all times. My job paid amazingly well, affording me a lifestyle most only dream about.

Fancy cars, houses, and vacations that would rival that of kings were what filled my life back then. The only thing I was lacking was female companionship. My brain wouldn’t allow me to believe women wanted me for me. Inevitably, my insecurities would bubble up to the surface and ruin anything that was beginning to form.

I had a little secret that I kept from everyone. Each summer, for five years in a row, I’d vacation in Portland, Oregon. I told those who asked a lie about my grandparents being from there and how I liked to get back to my roots once a year.

That wasn’t the only lie I told people.

Being a member of an exclusive club in Portland was the real reason I went to the town. I’d purchase a submissive partner for myself every year and keep her in the confines of a small, but lavish apartment that was inside the massive underground club. For three months, I’d have a woman who I could do anything to.

It was hard to hold in the fantasy that I craved, but I managed to do it for nine months out of twelve. It was the eighth month, and I was getting antsy like I always did.

I needed my fix, I needed the vacation, and I needed a woman to do it with. My secret could never come out or I’d be dragged through the Hollywood mud so badly that it’d leave me destitute and banished. Of that I was certain …

Petra

With my brow furrowed, I look at the unbelievable amount next year’s classes will cost me. An audible groan slips out of my mouth and draws the attention of the tall, slender, gazelle-like young woman who’s in line behind me. “Troubles?” she asks.

I’ve shared a few classes with the woman. She’s not a big talker, so the fact that she’s asking me anything is a miracle. “Financial troubles.” I put the paper away in my bag and nod with a gesture at the one she has in her hand. “Is next year’s bill pretty steep for you too?”

“It’s high, yes. But nothing I can’t cover. You seem a bit distraught, Petra. Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee? I’ll let you bend my ear about your problems if you like.”

Leticia is a complicated woman, in my opinion. She drives a nice car, wears expensive clothing, and lives in a very nice apartment, from what I’ve been told. And she’s always kept to herself. No one knows much about her. She’s a real enigma at Ohio State.

Long, dark curls hang in spirals down her back. Her tall frame reminds me of a Native American and her dark eyes are hauntingly beautiful. She’s more than a knock-out—she’s stunning in every way.

Even the way she speaks, with an odd accent no one can figure out, is mysterious and sexual. And she wants me to join her for coffee and will allow me to whine about my problems to her.

Why?

“Leticia, that’s sweet of you,” I say as I walk away and find her walking right next to me. “I’d hate to bore you with my financial woes.”

“I won’t be bored, Petra. And I may have answers that might help you.”

I don’t see how she could unless she wants to pay next year’s tuition. But she seems set on helping me and that’s nice of her. I can’t be rude and blow her off.

“Sure, let’s get some cheap coffee,” I say as I head to the student cafe. “It doesn’t get any cheaper than our very own Hub. You can’t beat free. I’ll treat.” I laugh at my joke and so does she.

Then she reaches out, taking my hand, and pulls me toward the parking lot instead. “I tell you what, let’s go to lunch. Somewhere insanely expensive. My treat, Petra.”

“No,” I say as I shake my head. “I can’t let you do that.”

She tugs at me to go with her. “I insist. Come, it’ll be fun and I’m sure I can help you with your problems.”

I can’t help but ogle at the fire engine red Mercedes convertible she drives. “Leticia, can I ask you a personal question?” I slide into the buttery leather of the passenger seat as she gets behind the wheel and nods. “Do you come from a wealthy family?”

“No,” she says quickly. “I made all my money on my own.”

“Yet you’re in college. You’re majoring in English Lit., right?” I ask, as it doesn’t make a lot of sense to me. If she already knows how to do something that makes her so much money, why go to school?”

“I am majoring in that. You see, I want to be a writer someday. Not anytime soon though. I’m happy with what I’m doing now to get me by for the next few years. But one day I’ll have to put that behind me and then I might write about my adventures.” She pulls out of the parking lot and heads toward downtown.

Curiosity forces me to ask, “Adventures?”

“That’s how I like to think about what I do to make money.” She stops at a red light and pulls out a couple of pairs of expensive sunglasses. She hands one to me, then puts the other pair on. “You can have those. I have lots of them.”

Looking the aviator-style glasses over, I see the word, ‘Cartier’ engraved on the side of the ear piece and know they cost more than the POS car I drive. “I can’t possibly …”

She clucks her tongue at me as she shakes her head. “You can. They’re yours. You know, Petra, you have a rare beauty. With that long, silky, straight black hair, your brown, doe-like eyes, those thick lashes that surround those gorgeous eyes of yours, and caramel lips, you’re a natural beauty. When you add in that coffee-with-just-the-right-amount-of-cream-colored skin and your curves, well you make an exotic specimen many men would love to have.”

Leticia exudes sex. I mean she’s just like some kind of a goddess. But I think she has the wrong idea about me. Easing the sunglasses on, I take a look in the mirror on the opposite side of the visor and think I look pretty damn hot. When I look back at Leticia, I see a sexy smile on her face. “Um, look, I’m not into girls.”

Her laughter peels through the air. “I’m not asking you out, Petra. I’m not exactly into girls myself. I am into making money. Lots of money. If that means exchanging some bodily fluids with another female, then I do what I have to.”

Whoa! Did she just say she gets paid for sex? Cause that’s what I got out of it!

Sitting in awkward silence, I look away from her. I have no idea what the hell she wants with me, but I know she wants something. So, I spit out, “I’m not about to become a hooker. If that’s what you are and that’s how you make your money, I want no part of that. You can take me back to campus if that’s what you’re after.”

Pulling into a parking garage downtown, she eyes me over her sunglasses. “Petra, I’m not a whore. I value my body. And the men who pay me do too.”

“Shit!” I hiss. “That’s the definition of a hooker, Leticia. You may be a high-priced one, but you’re nothing more than a call girl.”

With a shake of her head, she picks up her cell and taps in a web address. I see some kind of a landing page that says ‘The Dungeon of Decorum’ on it. There are some ropes on either side of the title, and then at the bottom there are lots of shadowy figures. “This is a place I’ve gone to every summer for the last few years. I like to think of it as an adventure. A sexual one, where I get paid very well. You see, there are people in this world who like certain things they don’t want anyone to know about, or very few people to know about anyway. And that’s where places like this come into play.” She giggles a little and I frown at her.

“Leticia, what the hell is this place?”

“A place where people who want to venture into the misunderstood world of BDSM come to meet and play with one another. It’s completely safe,” she adds as she looks at my horrified expression.

“BDSM and safe don’t belong in the same sentence together,” I whisper. “Leticia, take me back to campus. Please. I don’t feel comfortable.”

“You’re feeling this way, because that’s what society has made you feel about this thing that is so misunderstood. It’s insane. People are made to hide their little kinks, and we all get that. No one wants to be known as a freak. But there are many little fetishes that people have.”

Horror is replaced with a scowl on my face. “Beating women is not a fetish. It’s a crime!”

“That’s not all there is to this,” she says as she rolls her eyes. “No one ever has to do anything they don’t want to. And not all men want to hit their partners. There are so many other things that are done. You can make a list of what you will and will not do. You can be auctioned off for the summer months. Your owner will cover all of your expenses the whole time. The best part is the huge amount of money you get at the end of it all. And you get to have an adventure while you’re at it!”

I gulp as I watch Leticia’s expression grow into that of pure joy. “You’re crazy.”

“No, I’m not. The things I’ve done have helped me. You’d be shocked at what all you can learn from some of these Tops, or Dom’s, as you might’ve heard them called. Those who do like to administer pain do tons of research and are trained to do it just right. There are points all over your body where pain can bring you to a state that you can’t get any other way. And these men know how to get you there.”

“You make it sound like they’re brilliant instead of evil,” I say as I open the door. “Are we going to eat or what? I’m suddenly starving.”

Leticia gets out of the car and comes to me, taking me by the hand and leading me to wherever the hell it is she wants to eat. All I know is that I’m getting a free meal out of this trick!

Threading her arm through mine, she leans into my side as we walk. “Petra, you need money, and this is the only way I know for you to make what you need in such a small amount of time. And you’ll learn so much from this experience. The club is always only a phone call away, if the man who buys you does anything to make you feel uncomfortable or hurts you. They’ll swoop in and get you, and you get to keep the money the guy paid for you. There’s nothing to fear. I promise you that.”

Being quiet, I try not to think about my money problems and the solution Leticia is offering me. I’m not a prude. I’ve had experiences with guys. I’ve had gentle ones, rough ones, and even dominating ones. But the thought of being out of control is scary to me.

We walk into some place I’ve never even heard of and are quickly seated by some man in a fancy suit. I listen as Leticia speaks in French, then the man leaves us alone in the far corner of the elegant establishment.

Looking around, I ask, “Is this how you always eat?”

“Not always. I wanted to give you a taste of what can be yours if you want. For just three months a year, you can have the same security I have, right from the very start. After your first time, you’ll come into the new school year as a changed woman, mentally and financially.”

The waiter brings us some tall glasses that are filled with yellow bubbly liquid. “Champagne?”

Leticia nods. “Yes. I took the reins here and ordered us some of the most decadent things on the planet. Well, in Ohio anyway.” Her laughter is quiet and subdued as she gives me a wink.

I wait for the waiter to leave us, then lean in and whisper, “Is there any way I can do this but not get hit?”

“If you put that down as a hard limit, then the answer is yes. You only have to do what you want to. But I wouldn’t rule that out. It can take you to a place …”

I interrupt her, “Yeah, yeah, a place I can’t get to any other way. I get it. But I don’t feel like being beaten into bliss at the moment. I’m thinking in baby steps, if I did do this. What kinds of things can I say I’ll do?”

“There’s a list and there’s a place where you can write in things that aren’t on the list. You simply check the things you’re comfortable with and leave unchecked the ones you’re not. The men who bid get the stats on each woman in the auction. They know ahead of time what you will and won’t do. So, things are upfront from the very beginning. No surprises, ever.”

She pulls a small iPad out of her purse and hands it to me. The club’s website is already pulled up on it and I look over the list of things. Bondage is first on the list, then there are a billion ways one can be bound. Suspension has a long list underneath it too. There’s flogging, whipping, and spanking, and the list just goes on and on.

I look up at her as I shake my head. “I don’t know how to do any of this and I’m not sure I want to. I can’t sign up for something with no clue if I can handle it or not.” I shake my head again, not sure why I’m even contemplating this.

“I can train you,” she says, then takes my hand. “I can teach you how to get out of your own head and let your body feel things you never dreamed could be so rewarding. The best part is that no one will ever know what you’ve done. Everything is confidential. This can’t come back to haunt you. Only you and I will know what you’ve done, and I’m bound in writing not to tell a soul about any member of the club.”

I look back at the website and scroll down, finding a woman who’s cuffed, blindfolded, and spread eagle on a table, where a man has a long needle-like thing he seems to be about to insert into her somewhere.

What kind of slut does this shit?

Owen

April is always the hardest month for me. I’m so close to the prize that it’s frustrating, yet I have a month’s worth of work left before me. My mind gets frazzled, as do my nerves. I hate how this always happens!

I left the operating room after a harrowing twelve hours of surgery on a woman’s face that was already perfectly fine, and came to find solitude in my office. The routine facelift had changed into a life-and-death situation when her heart stopped beating. Thank God for my staff and their endless knowledge. The woman, who’s a model, turned out just fine, but I was left a bundle of nerves.

It’s days like these when I wish I had a permanent bottom. Someone I could go to. Someone who’d just be quiet and let me do what I needed to, and then I could leave without so much as a word said between us.

That’s why I need my summer vacations at The Dungeon of Decorum. That is where I find what I need to help me make it through the year.

No cameras and no producers asking if I can possibly make the surgeries bloodier. Just me and my purchase who waits in the room I left her in.

My privacy is precious to me. As a celebrity of sorts—I’m one of the plastic surgeons on a reality television series entitled, Beverly Hills Reconstructions—I can’t let my little fetish become headline news. Nor can I expose the fact that I’m a member of a BDSM club in Portland, Oregon. I buy women for the summer months and keep them hidden away. They never see my face or know me by anything other than sir.

It’s best that way. No one can ever come back to haunt me.

I turn on my personal laptop and pull up the club’s website. Scrolling through the women who are already signed up to participate in this summer’s auction, I check them all out.

It’s not that I have a type, really, but I do like to have a few girls chosen before going to the auction. I’ve had various females in the last five years. Tall, short, curvy, thin, and one was an amputee. That one was interesting, to say the least.

I let her tell me that she had lost her leg in some accident. I prefer not to know anything about my subs. I like to keep things with them strictly sexual. Not that they get a lot out of it. I mean, some of them might’ve, but I don’t ask about things like that. I’m in it to get my rocks off, not pander to the female.

It’s crass, I know. That’s why I pay highly for what I want. I don’t treat the women I date that way, but I hardly ever date anyone for more than a month or two at a time.

My work has made me quite wealthy. I’m also pretty damn good looking to boot. I work out, so my body is on point. And that’s what makes me insecure.

Stupid, I know.

But it does. I mean, I’m smart as shit, a thing I feel like most women don’t pick up on. They all think of me as the air-head who fixes other air-heads’ faces and bodies. Being a plastic surgeon who specializes in maintaining the beautiful doesn’t garner respect from one’s peers.

I think my personality is charming, and even that has me wondering if the woman I’m with likes me for me or for what I look like, drive in, live in, or any of the other things that money can buy.

The blindfolds are used so the women I purchase can’t see me. I keep her hands tied back so she can’t run them over my muscular body. I don’t talk much so they can’t fall victim to my charms. They get me in my most basic of forms. They get my cock and that’s all they get.

So far, no bottom has ever fallen for me. And I’ve never fallen for one of them. When the summer is over, the contract is up and we go our separate ways, the woman none the wiser of who she just had sex with and me with no remorse or guilt about walking away from her.

It’s clean and easy, about the only thing in my life that is that way.

My parents are divorced. Even though my brother, three sisters, and I are grown, they still use us against each other. We’re their weapons and they use us every chance they get. I hate it!

So, I moved as far away from New York as I could get. Los Angeles called my name after I finished medical school back east. And now Mom and Dad have a hell of a hard time using me to hurt my siblings. It’s great.

Moving down the screen, I look at one pretty face after another, but none are jumping out at me. It shouldn’t even matter what they look like, but somehow it still does.

A quick knock on my door has me closing my laptop. “Come in.”

One of my fellow plastic surgeons, Dr. Dena Dion, comes into the room. “Owen, come with me to dinner this evening. My old friend from college is in town and she wants me to meet her husband. I don’t want to go alone.”

“No,” I say, then sit back in my high-backed chair.

She comes around my desk and plops down onto my lap, then runs her arms around me. “Please, Owen. I’m begging you. I hate to show up to meet a married couple all alone. You can do this for me. It’s the least you could do, really.”

Brushing her light blonde hair off her shoulder I say, “I’m sorry about fucking you, then not wanting to date you, Dena. I’ve apologized to you a thousand times for that.”

“I know you have. But you’ve still found yourself at my house more than a few late nights, sneaking into my bed. I think you feel more for me than you’re letting on. And I think I could make you into the man you could be if I groomed you.”

And now she’s pissed me off. This is why I know we can never have a future together. “I don’t want to be groomed.” I’m the one who does the grooming!

I pick her up and place her back on her feet. “Owen!”

“No. Have a great night with your friend and her hubby. I’m not dating you.” I get up and grab my laptop to take it home. “I’m out of here. See you on Monday.”

“Well, don’t you dare try to come to me this weekend after you’ve had too much to drink and feel like you want a taste of my sweet pussy, Owen.”

I open the door to my office and nod my head gesturing for her to get the hell out. “You have nothing to worry about. I have a lot of research to do this weekend. I won’t be getting drunk and bothering you. Feel free to have another man in your bed this weekend.”

“So, you won’t be using me?” she asks as she walks past me, then runs her hand over my cheek. “I know I give you a hard time about it, but I like it when I wake up to find you breathing hard over me, then taking me like some kind of an animal. I just wish you’d make it more of a habit.”

“I’m sorry that I do that, Dena. It’s not fair to you. You should change the locks on your doors. The liquor makes me do things I shouldn’t.” I eye her and wish like hell I could control myself when I drink too much.

At least I only seem to bother her when I get into that state and she seems to like it well enough. But I don’t really like the woman. She’s bossy, overbearing, and not at all my type. I only fuck her because I can.

“Owen, you turned thirty-four last week. When do you think, you’ll be ready to settle down? You’re not getting any younger. You won’t be a catch for much longer.” Her hand moves over my shoulder and she leans in for a kiss.

I back up. “Thanks for the advice. I better hurry up and find someone to marry before my expiration date comes up.”

Walking away from her, I hurry to get to the elevator before she does. That’s not the first time she’s used my age to try to knock my ego into the dirt. She can be such a huge bitch sometimes!

“Owen, I’m sorry,” she calls out as I step onto the elevator.

She stops as the doors close. “Take the next one, Dena.”

The doors close and I drop my head, staring at my shiny black shoes. I’m a successful man. I have tons of things going for me, and only one little thing that I don’t want anyone to know about. And that one thing seems to be my downfall, the thing that sets me apart from normal people.

If I could stop doing it, I would. I can only manage to keep it under control for just so long. The urge is building in me as summer approaches and my time grows near.

Soon I’ll be able to do it as much as I want and get it out of my system for a while. I just wish I could get it completely out of my system. Maybe then I could have a normal relationship.

Getting into my car, I open my laptop to check my personal email and find the page for the club is still up. A new woman’s face is at the top of the list.

She has a really nice face. Gorgeous brown eyes that look sweet staring back at me. Her hair hangs in a black sheet of silk around her heart-shaped face. Plump lips the color of cotton candy stand out against her creamy tanned skin.

Now, who is this Petra Bakari?

Petra

After agonizing over my decision about becoming a bottom, or submissive, for the summer, I finally accepted the fact that I had to do something to fix my current situation. No one was going to step in and hand me twenty thousand dollars!

I needed money badly. So badly that I would rent out my body. At least I had some say in what would happen to it, and Leticia was going to help me test my limits before I got in over my head.

A week had passed after she and I talked. I was sitting under a tree, listening to bird’s chirp with happy sounds while I glared at my bank account on my cell phone screen. My part-time job at the little café wasn’t cutting it. Suddenly, there she was, like an angel sent from above.

White layers of a mid-thigh-length dress flowed around her. “Hey, Petra. The long face you’re wearing doesn’t look great on you. Care to come hang at my place for a while? Clear your head a bit?”

I followed her like a moth to a flame. She radiated confidence and had a calmness about her that beckoned to me. I wasn’t sure I’d fall into what she’d offered, but when I got to her place, I was all in.

Luxuriant furnishings filled her large apartment. Nothing was cheap, and the way she was so damn calm about shit had me thinking that I was overthinking the whole thing. I told her to sign me up and I’d deal with my mind. I’d be crazy not to do it!

Now I sit here and wait for Leticia to come into her bedroom where I’m waiting in the submissive position she taught me. We’re role-playing to help me get desensitized to being treated like a lesser person, a thing I’ve never really dealt with.

I’m to get out of my head and into the act of what this is. It is just an act, after all. I’m not really thinking I’m less than anyone. Wearing a sexy lingerie piece has me feeling a lot like another person too.

Leticia has so many sexy outfits that it boggles my mind. She’s four inches taller than I am and slender, while I have some curves, but she managed to find a few things of hers that fit me nicely, generous giving them to me. Plus, she’s going to buy my outfits for the auction, so I’ll fit in well with the other women there.

She’s kind of like a hero to me, helping me to see that this isn’t really as bad as I thought it was. I’ve had tons of sex for free, so why not get paid to do it a particular way some rich guy wants?

The door opens and in she walks. She slaps a short whip against her thigh, making a sharp slapping sound that has my body tensing up as I keep my head bowed. “Up, slave!”

I get up quickly, just as she instructed me to, but my head stays bowed, not looking at her at all. “Yes, Master.”

“Um, I think you should just use the term ‘sir’ for this,” she says. “The auction isn’t one of those slave auctions. It’s just a submissive one. So your guy most likely won’t want to be called that.”

“Yes, sir,” I correct myself.

“Good girl,” she purrs, as if I’m a puppy or something.

It makes me smile as I hold in my laughter. Leticia catches it and smacks me lightly on my ass. “Oh!” I yelp and look at her with a smile on my face. “You know what? That didn’t even hurt. It just surprised me.”

With a smile, she smacks me again and I jump, but not out of pain. It’s only a reaction to it. “Don’t worry, your brain will soon take over how your body reacts.” She does it again in three rapid swats and she’s right. I stop responding to it and find my skin only stings a bit—nothing terrible. “If I kept it up, it would eventually hurt you and might even make you cry. But I don’t want you to worry about that. We’re just getting you used to being hit by things, learning how they feel, and making the conversions in your brain about them.”

“I suppose we’re all hard-wired to react to any type of pain that way. Your brain tells your body to get the hell away from it or there might be some severe damage.” I run my hand over my ass cheek and feel some whelps that sting worse with my touch.

“Those will go away in a little while. Just don’t mess with them. And if you do find yourself with any that bother you, just cover them in pain-killing antibiotic ointment. The wounds are very superficial, and your Top usually will take care of anything that happens to your body when you’re under his care.”

She struts over to the bed and gestures for me to come to her. Getting back into my role, I lower my head and go to her. “Now what?” I ask as I wait for her to show me what’s next.

“Now I want to use the paddle on you. Lean over the bed, leaving your bottom exposed. I’ll administer three strikes, then we can see where you’re at with the level of pain.” She walks away to get the paddle and I take the position she’s told me to.

I feel kind of weird for doing this. I didn’t get a lot of spankings as a kid. It feels unnatural for me to be allowing this to be done to me, but I have to give it a try. It could mean more money for me if my list is longer.

So far, I’ve only clicked on a few things I’m okay with. Blindfolding is acceptable and some forms of bondage are, as well. But nothing has been checked on the Impact Play List—the list I affectionately call ‘the hitting list.’ That’s something Leticia has told me is a real plus, and not nearly as bad as I’ve been thinking.

“Ready?” she asks me as she comes up behind me.

“I think so,” I say, then grit my teeth and clench my ass cheeks.

“Um, you can’t tense up, Petra. You’re supposed to accept this. You know what I mean?” she asks me as she rubs the paddle in circles around my ass.

“Accept it,” I mumble. “Yeah, okay.” I try my hardest to breathe in and out to calm myself, but it does little to help me. I’m just going to be afraid of it right now. That’s just how it is.

Smack!

The first hit isn’t that bad. “One,” I say under my breath.

Another lands on my ass and now I can feel a dull throbbing sensation. “Two,” Leticia says. “One more.”

“Okay,” I manage to make myself say, even though I really don’t want to add to the pain that’s radiating all over my ass.

One more makes my stomach hurt as the pain resonates inside of me. “Uh!” I moan with the pain. “No more.”

Petra pulls me up and looks at me with curious eyes. “Tell me exactly what you feel.”

“Throbbing. My ass is pulsing and I kind of feel sick to my stomach.” I hold my hand on my tummy to help ease the discomfort.

“Lie back on the bed. I want to see something,” she directs me.

I do as she’s said and watch her as she places her palm on my lingerie-covered pussy. My eyes are glued to where her hand is. “Um, whatchya doin’ there?”

“You’re hot.” She looks at me and winks. “Can I see if you’re wet?”

My voice comes out really high, “Like, stick your finger inside of me?”

She nods. “Not pump it or anything. Just see if that made you wet.”

“Okay,” I say as I nod. I’m not really sure about this, but I suppose it’s not much different than when I go to the doctor about my birth control stuff and have a physical examination.

Pushing the thin layer between my legs to one side, she slips her finger into me and nods. “You’re wet. That did turn you on.”

“And what does that mean?” I ask as I watch her pull her finger out of me and look at it for a moment.

“It means you might end up liking that kind of thing.” Her eyes cut to me. “Do you mind if I taste it?”

“What?” I ask as I sit up. “Leticia!”

“Some of the men like to watch the women they buy be with other women. Last year, mine did. He brought in another woman and had us pleasure each other, then him. It was erotic. Not that I prefer women to men, but it made him happy and that’s the name of the game. So, can I lick my finger?”

I nod as I stare at her and wonder if this is really a thing I can do. Her eyes close as her mouth closes around her finger and she moans. I’m riddled with curiosity. “Is it good?”

Leticia opens her eyes and gives me a smile as she nods. “Maybe we should add in some sex toys. I don’t want you to feel odd if your Top asks you to do a thing like this.”

“Wait,” I say as I think about what the fuck she’s asking of me. “Can’t I mark this as a hard limit?”

“You can, but, why would you?” she asks. “It doesn’t hurt you.”

“I’m not gay,” I say and look at her like she’s crazy.

“Neither am I,” she says, then walks over to a drawer and produces a long, thick, black vibrator. “What’s the difference if I lick you into an orgasm or you use this to stimulate one?”

“A lot,” I tell her as I move up on the bed.

“Open your mind, Petra. Become the sexual goddess that resides within you. You have no idea how much you’ll be able to please your man if you’re open to a lot of things. And in turn, you’ll find yourself being more pleased than you knew possible.”

My heart is pounding. My body is on fire and I don’t understand why that is exactly. I kind of want to know what it feels like to be touched by her. But then again, I don’t.

Reaching out to her, I see my hand shaking. “Do you think this will help me to get ready for the huge adjustment I’m in for?”

“I think each thing we do here will help you to be what you’ll need to for the man who buys you for the summer. If they’re pleased with you, they usually add on generous bonuses to the money you’re already getting. You want more money, don’t you?”

Money, the root of all evil!