Doctor's Demands: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

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  Doctor’s Demands

  Doctor Demands Extended Epilogue

  The Billionaire Bad Boy Plan

  Billionaire’s Quarry

  Dirty Decisions A Submissives’ Secrets Extra

  His Brother’s Wife (A Brother-in-law, Billionaire BDSM Romance)

  Unspoken A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

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  I’ll command her body and she’ll command my heart.

  The first step in my plan, make her crave my c*ck.

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  Doctor’s Demands

  A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

  Michelle Love

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  Doctor Demands

  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 w
alk 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.”