Doctor's Demands: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  He growls, and I shiver as I watch him move close to her. His body is pressed against hers. He places the whip on a table and picks up a knife. The long silver blade glistens in the dim light, and he uses it to cut open the back of the robe. He tosses each side of the robe up, over her shoulders, exposing her back. With one more growl near her ear, he steps back.

  Picking up the whip, he brandishes it on either side of her, making it snap near her body. She screams each time, even though she isn’t being hit. Then he takes another step back, and the whip connects with her right shoulder, then the left one.

  The difference in her screams is apparent. The red marks left on her creamy skin don’t lie. Off to the sides, he snaps the whip four more times, then he lands a strike on her left ass cheek. She flinches and shouts, “Fuck!”

  Another strike lands on the same ass cheek, and her entire body quivers, then sags. She’s not screaming, she’s whimpering, and the man puts the whip down and moves in behind her.

  It’s impossible to see exactly what he’s doing, but I think he’s pulling his cock out of his pants. Then it’s obvious that’s what he’s done, as he moves in a humping fashion. She moans and drops her head back. He grabs her by the chin and kisses her as he fucks her. When he lets her go, she’s crying, tears are pouring down her cheeks.

  He stops what he’s doing and gets a key off the table, unlocking her handcuffs. The robe falls off her as he picks her up and carries her to the bondage bed. He bends her over it, her ass has red marks on one cheek. The man cocks his head to look at it as he runs his hand over it lightly.

  “I’m sorry,” the woman cries. “I’ll never do it again. I swear.”

  “What are you sorry for, sub?” the devil man asks.

  He takes a seat on the side of the bed and picks her up to sit on his lap. Stroking her red cheek, he cocks his head in a very demonic-like way.

  She gulps, then says, “For kissing that man.”

  “But I told you to kiss him. Why are you sorry for doing what I told you to do, sub?” He moves his hand over her bare breast.

  “Because you also told me never to allow any other man to touch me. I disobeyed your first rule. I am sorry, and I will accept my punishment.” She looks down, and I can see tears falling from her eyes.

  He nods and turns her over, face down on his lap. He gives her ass a hard smack. “One,” she says.

  He does it again and again as she counts off twenty strikes. I’m shaking, as I can’t imagine taking that many. She’s crying as she calls out the last eight numbers. Sobs are racking her body. Then he picks her up and makes her stand on top of the bed. She hangs onto the wooden rail that runs along the top, and she’s still crying.

  The man pulls his full-face mask up a bit, revealing his mouth, and begins to have oral sex with her. She cries, moans, and shrieks. Finally, she orgasms, and he stops.

  Taking her back to the wall, he cuffs her again and blindfolds her. Then he hangs her up on the same hook he did before, only she’s facing out this time. He goes to open the door, and another man is there. He also has on a face mask, but it’s a blue devil, and he’s wearing the same clothes the other man has on.

  I put my hand over my mouth, silently willing her to see what her Dom has done. He’s brought another man in. He wants to tempt her again. And she’ll have to be punished again if she falls for it.

  I reach behind me and find Owen’s hand and hold it tightly. He pulls me back to lean against him. My stomach is tight as my body tenses when I see the man in the blue mask walk up to her and run his gloved hands over her tits.

  She’s perfectly still. Then she wiggles as she screams, “Stop! You’re not my Dom. Stop!”

  The man steps back, and she stops fighting her bonds. Her Dom steps forward and kisses one of her nipples. She stays still, knowing it’s him.

  He doesn’t say a word as he steps back and the other man takes his place. He cocks his head in the demonic fashion the other man did and pulls his mask up a bit, then kisses her right on her clit.

  She kicks wildly and he steps back. “You are not my Dom. Get away from me.”

  “I can give you riches,” the man says with a sinister growl. “I can put you in the finest homes and give you the finest cars. You will want for nothing if you come with me. We can run away together. I will love you. Your Dom only uses you. He doesn’t know how to love. He treats you like a dog, and I will treat you like a queen.”

  “No!” she shouts. “Get away from me.”

  The man in the blue mask grabs her by the thighs, holding her legs still so she can’t kick him or even move. He looks back at the red-masked man. “May I?”

  Her Dom nods. “Sub, this man is going to lick your pussy. If you come, then I will be forced to punish you further, and you will be kept in the cage for the rest of the night.”

  The woman goes perfectly still, and the other man begins to lick her intimate area. I’m sick to my stomach but on pins and needles, wondering if she can stop her body from having an orgasm just because her Dom told her not to.

  The other man works furiously to get her to respond, but she doesn’t. He finally stops and looks at her Dom. “You win.”

  The television goes off, and I find it pitch black. Then Owen puts a blindfold on me. He whispers, “Time to see if you know who owns you, baby.”

  Two hands grab one arm, and two hands grab the other. “This isn’t funny, you guys!”

  “It’s not meant to be,” I hear Owen say, and find he’s on the right side of me.

  The sound of a door opening, then closing, has me thinking I’m in the BDSM room and about to be worked over by not one, but two men. And I’m not feeling it. “Owen, I don’t want two of you.”

  “And you won’t have two men. You will pick one of us. I just hope you pick the right one.” He pulls my arm up, and Grant pulls up the other one. My hands are cuffed, then I’m hung on the wall. My toes barely touch the floor.

  “Owen, what the hell are you doing? I don’t want to do that scene.” I wiggle and try to unhook myself. It’s no use, though.

  “We’re not doing that one, sub. Be quiet,” he says, and I get quiet and still, waiting to see what kind of scene we’ll be playing out.

  Loud rock music fills the air, making my body pulse with the baseline. Then the sound of a whip snaps around each side of my head, and I scream. Not that anyone can hear me over the music.

  I don’t dare move as the whip pops all around me. My heart is pounding. I’m sweating, and I don’t think I like this at all.

  The whip is still moving and popping as I feel hands on my thighs and then the small amount of leather that’s covering my pussy is pulled to one side and lips touch me. A wide tongue licks me as I try to be quiet.

  The whip stops and hands move up my body. Then Owen’s voice is in my ear, “Who was that, sub?”

  Owen

  Petra’s voice quivers as she answers me, “That was you.”

  Looking back at Grant, I nod, and he steps out of the room, silently. Petra has no idea I’m the only man in here, the only man who’ll be touching her.

  “Good girl.” I run my hand along the front of the tight black corset she’s wearing. “We’ve never had a safe word. How about cherry?”

  “That’ll work,” she says, then licks her lips.

  I kiss her once, pull her bound hands off the hook and uncuff her, then carry her to the bondage bed. Moving her around, I lock her head and arms in the stockade at the far end of the bed. “I’m going to strike you with the quirt now. And do you know why I’m doing this to you?”

  “Because I asked you to. But, Owen?”

  I walk around so I can see her face, her blindfold is still firmly in place. “Yes?”

  “Are we alone?”

  “That’s a secret, sub. Now, be quiet unless I ask you to speak or you feel it necessary to say the safe word. Do you understand me?”

  She nods, and I proceed. Pulling my cock out of the pajama bottoms, I press the tip aga
inst her ruby red lips. She doesn’t part them for me, and I like that she’s smart enough to wait. I move it over her lips, then ask, “Do you know whose dick that is, sub?”

  With a flick of her tongue, she says, “My Dom’s.”

  “Right.” I run my cock along her jawline. “Do you want to suck this cock, sub?”

  “I do.”

  Holding my dick to her mouth, she opens it and takes it all the way in. I put my hands on the wooden bar that holds her down and glide my dick back and forth into her mouth. I can see everything from my point of view, and I love the way I look sliding into her mouth.

  Over and over, I make slow strokes. My cock is growing like crazy, and then I feel the urge to let it all go. But I stop, I hold it back, and move around behind her, picking up the quirt and running it over her ass.

  “Ready?” I ask her.

  “Yes, sir.” Her ass cheeks tense up and I massage them to get her to relax. When I see, the tension has left them, I smack her with the small whip. She doesn’t make a sound, and I do it again. Over and over, I smack her until she moans.

  Pressing my finger into her, I find her soaking wet and can’t wait to get my cock into that action. Climbing onto the bed, I mount her from behind and fuck her furiously. She moans, spurring me on to go harder. Like an animal, I fuck her until she’s screaming my name, and then I fill her up with my seed.

  Climbing off the bed, I go to get some of the wipes I saw on the table. Going back to her, I clean her up and find her cunt is hot as hell. Then I decide to test her.

  Unlocking the stocks, I let her out and pull the mask off. “This Dom/sub thing is all about to end, Petra.” I run my fingers over her cheek. “I can force you to let Grant fuck you. After we leave here, you and I will be a normal couple. This life will be behind us. Do you want the last taste you will ever get of another man?”

  Not even a millisecond passes before I see her head shake. “I never want another man, Owen. I only want you. Forever.”

  I gulp as a lump forms in my throat. She wants me, only me!

  Grabbing the back of her neck, I kiss her, then push her to lie back on the bed. Putting her wrists into the cuffs on either side of the head of the bondage bed, I move down and cuff her ankles too. “This will be the last time I take you like this.”

  With a smile, Petra says, “Owen, we never have to stop doing what we want to. There are no rules, baby.” She cocks one eyebrow at me. “Fuck me any way you want to. Contract or not, I’m yours.”

  Frozen, I can only look at her. She’s gorgeous, young, smart, and she’s mine. All of her own accord, she is mine!

  Ridding myself of the pajama bottoms, I move my body over hers, feeling hers shiver as I touch her. “Do I send chills through you?”

  “Yes, you do. Do I do anything to you when we touch?”

  “Heat moves through me every time we touch. My body sings with energy and my heart beats a little differently.”

  She smiles at me as I move my cock into her hot depths. “You’re very in tune with your body, Dr. Cantrell.”

  “And I’m in tune with yours, as well.” I brush my lips over her neck. “For instance, your pulse races when we touch. Your lips quiver when mine are near to them. And your cheeks always go at least a little pink. Your pupils grow in size, and your body invites me in.”

  “My, my,” she says as she cocks her head to one side. “You have a keen eye, Dr. Cantrell.”

  “So I’ve been told.” I kiss her and move inside of her. She’s held down for me. She says we can keep doing things this way if I want. Only I don’t want to anymore. I want this to be the last time I take her like this. I want to move on, grow. No more binge drinking, no more fucking with no emotion or strings. None of that shit is okay for me anymore.

  I want more. I want Petra, and I’m shocked to say it, even to myself, I want a family with her. A thing I thought I’d never want, I want that with her.

  As I fuck her for the last time, we look at one another. She can see right through me. I know she can. I’m no Dom. I’m just a man. I’m just a man who loves a woman and wants a normal life.

  The dark of the dungeon-like room, the loud music, the bondage, will all be gone. And not because I’m afraid of anyone finding out, but because I want to treat my woman like a queen. I want her to know I hold her above all others, including myself.

  As I make hard thrusts into her, I see the look in her eyes. She understands me. Without saying a thing, Petra understands what I want for us. And I think she wants it too.

  Her lips part and she whispers, “Fuck me, Owen. For the very last time, fuck me.”

  Closing my eyes, I move faster, pounding her pussy and thinking of nothing else. I have to give myself this end. The thoughts I’ve had about the way I needed things to be have all but disappeared.

  All I need is Petra.

  But I give my body and mind this last rendezvous with the sinister side of me. With several more thrusts, my cock jerks and spits out the last cum that will be given to Petra in this way.

  Her body reacts to mine, and she arches up to me. Her pussy pulsates all around my cock. Lying perfectly still, she and I share the last moment. Then I kiss her sweetly. The time for sex without emotion has passed. A new life will begin once we walk out the door of this room.

  Our eyes will never take in such sights again. The darkness is behind us both. Light is all there is ahead of us.

  As our lips part, Petra whispers, “I love you, Owen Cantrell. I always will.”

  “Petra Bakari, you will never get away from me. My love will hold you prisoner to me, forever.”

  She smiles and sighs, “How can you make such crazy things sound so damn good?”

  Climbing off her, I say, “I don’t know. But now that I think about it, that did sound a bit medieval and creepy, didn’t it?”

  “A bit.” She wiggles her fingers. “Arms are falling asleep, baby.”

  Grabbing the key, I uncuff her arms, then her legs, and pick her up. “Our clothes should be dry, and we should get the hell out of Grant’s way.”

  “Are we going back to the hotel?” she asks with raised brows.

  “We are,” I tell her as I pull on the pajama bottoms. “I’m done running away when things get tough.” Heading to the door, I look over my shoulder at her. “Wait here. I’ll grab our clothes and be right back.”

  She nods, and I leave the room. Grant is sitting on the sofa. He’s looking down at the book in his hands. Then he looks up at me. “Did she like it?”

  “It seemed like she did. We’re going to get dressed now. Do you know of any service that might come out here and pick us up?”

  “I’ll take you in. It’s late, and I saw there’s a storm approaching us. I don’t like to get stuck out here in storms. The electricity usually goes off for hours at a time when that happens. You two are more than welcome to stay at my estate near town.” He closes his book and gets up.

  I head to the kitchen, where the laundry room is located just off it. “I think we should go to our hotel. I hate to be in your way.”

  “Nonsense,” he says as he follows me. “I ramble around that place all alone. I’d love the company. I could show you the sights in the morning. Take you to the best place for an Oregon breakfast. You have the rest of the summer, you know. You two are in no rush. Or are you?”

  “Can you keep a secret?” I ask him as I look behind him to be sure Petra isn’t there.

  “I can,” he says with a grin.

  “I’d love to stay the night at your place. And in the morning, if things go the way I hope they will, we might be taking a trip.”

  “That’s not much of a secret, Owen,” he says as he takes some lunchmeat out of the nearly empty fridge and puts it into a bag.

  “Well, that’s all I’m giving out, for now. I’m kind of superstitious. You know, I don’t like to count my chickens before they hatch. That kind of thing.” I pull the dry clothes out of the dryer and leave him to gather his things.


  When I come back into the room, I see Petra looking at all the things in it. Her hand glides over the hard, cherry wood of the bondage bed. Her eyes linger on the long ropes that hang from the ceiling.

  Going to turn the music off, I find her looking at me with surprise. “I didn’t see you come in.”

  “Yeah, I noticed that. You were kind of gazing at all this stuff. Do you really like this kind of stuff, Petra?” I hand her the clothes and start to put mine on.

  “It’s odd, Owen. I never even thought of this kind of thing before. Not even once. Being smacked on the ass is about as rough as I’ve ever been treated. I didn’t mind it, but I never found it exhilarating.”

  “But now you do?” I ask her as I pull the sweatpants on.

  Her eyes dance as she looks excited. “Owen, your hands on me excite me in ways I didn’t know were possible. I could feel it inside of you. You want to walk away and leave all of this behind us.”

  “I do,” I let her know. “I want you and me to be a normal couple. I want it all, Petra. All the normal shit everyone else has. Sunday brunch with other normal couples, going to the grocery store and buying food to make for a normal Saturday evening barbecue. Just normal shit like that, baby. I’ve lived abnormally for too long.”

  “So you want what you said was only a fantasy. You said that you didn’t believe in that love stuff others talked about. You knew they were all just lying to rope other poor suckers in,” she says as she pulls the black leather off, leaving her body naked. When she turns around I see marks on her ass.

  “That red on your ass is sexy, Petra. Why do I think that?”

  “Because you’re normal. It is sexy. It’s erotic. And frankly, I like it. I didn’t think I would, but the way you did it made me feel hot as sin. Sin in the best possible way, mind you.”

  “Are you saying that you don’t want this all the end?”

  Nodding, she puts on the sweats and says, “Why can’t we dabble? We don’t have to belong to a club. We can mess around in our own private room or rooms, whichever you prefer.”

  All I can do is gaze at her as I think about how lucky I am to have found her.