Doctor's Demands: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

by Michelle Love

  “Um, maybe,” I say, then kiss her. “You are the best thing I’ve ever done, Petra.”

  “I know that.” She kisses me. “And you’re the best thing I’ve ever done. Together, we might just do some great things and bring some more great people into this world too. Hard work, perseverance, and making the best decisions we can, will make sure of that.”

  “If we had taken Roger up on that show, we’d have taken the world by storm. You know that, don’t you? I mean that. You’d have been bigger than any of the Kardashians.”

  “Well, maybe we should rethink things,” she says, then pulls me down to kiss her again.

  “Nah, I think we’ve made excellent plans so far. Help others, start a family. What kid wants to turn on the television and see his parents having any kind of sex, kinky or vanilla? We owe it to Owen junior not to ever record our private acts of love and lust.”

  “Owen junior?” she asks, then shakes her head. “I like Taylor for a boy or a girl. We can call the baby Taylor the whole pregnancy and it’ll be born, knowing its name. It’s a great idea, you have to agree.”

  “No, I don’t. I don’t want my son named Taylor. It’s girly. I’m going to have to take charge of the naming of the children. I can see that now.” I try to kiss her, but she puts her hand between our lips.

  “Take charge?” she asks.

  With a growl, I pin her to the bed. “Yeah, take charge. I smack her thigh and watch her eyes dance. “You got a problem with that?”

  Shaking her head, she growls back at me. “Take charge, baby. Show Momma who she belongs to.”

  And just like that, we switch from normal to beast mode, and neither of us would have it any other way. Our happily ever has found us, and we’re not about to let it slip away.

  The End

  Doctor Demands Extended Epilogue

  A Submissives’ Secrets Novel

  Owen

  The car was upside down, the wheels still spun in the air, and there was no sound at all coming from inside of Petra’s Mercedes. Our three children were crying, as they’d seen the whole thing.

  Our oldest son, Taylor, who was twelve, tried to jump out of my truck to get to his mother. I managed to grab him before he could do that. “Taylor, I need you to stay put. Try to keep your brother and sister calm.”

  I looked into the back seat at our ten-year-old son, Terry, and our five-year-old daughter, Tracey. Both had tears streaming down their cheeks. Terry asked, “Is she okay, Dad?”

  “I hope so. I need to go check. I need you guys to stay in the truck. There’s traffic out there. I don’t want any of you getting hurt.” I climbed out of my tall, four-wheel-drive truck and gulped as I headed to the car my wife was in.

  One of the other people who’d been on the road to Big Bear was already on his cell, calling 911. “Hey, mister, I have help on the way. You should leave her alone. Let the paramedics handle her. You could hurt her worse if you mess with her.”

  “She’s my wife, and I’m a doctor. Thank you for calling for help.” I gave him a nod, and he gave me a sad look.

  My heart wasn’t beating as I approached the vehicle. “Petra? Baby?”

  Her long, dark hair was hanging, hiding her face from me. She was trapped in the seatbelt, unconscious. Blood was splattered across the window. They were thin streaks—nothing to be worried about. Or so I hoped.

  I tried the door handle and found it wouldn’t budge. More people came to see what had happened. “What made her flip?” one man asked.

  “I think something ran into the road,” I said. “She was right in front of me, going about sixty miles an hour. Her brake lights came on, then the car jerked to the right. After that, it pulled to the left, and she began to roll over. I counted three times the car rolled, then it went airborne and bounced off those two trees back there.” We all looked back and saw the marks where the car had knocked off bark on both trees.

  A woman tried to open the passenger door and made a huffing sound. “This one’s stuck too.” She looked at me with a sad expression. “Do you know her?”

  “She’s my wife.” I leaned my head on the glass. “Petra, wake up. Please.”

  A hand touched my shoulder. “Mister, you should leave her asleep. She’s not in any pain right now. If she wakes up, she’ll sure to feel all kinds of pain.”

  I was numb. Completely numb. Petra and I were on our way up to our cabin. She’d had to take her car because she was going to need it. She had to be back in Los Angeles a day before the rest of us needed to be back.

  Petra was going to officiate a ladies’ luncheon at the school she worked at. My wife had become somewhat of a celebrity in her own right. We’d gone all over the world right after our honeymoon. She’d helped develop plans to teach those who lived so remotely that schools weren’t available.

  Taylor was born in a hospital in Africa. He went with us everywhere, until Petra got pregnant again. One child, we could handle. Two kids, one a baby, was going to be a bit harder. And by that time, we’d figured out how to help people remotely.

  I could talk surgeons through operations from my computer at home, where I also opened a new practice that specialized in disfiguring accidents, birth defects, and other serious issues.

  No more fixing people who weren’t broken for me. And Petra was asked by many of the private schools in Los Angeles to help them develop online curriculum. She became a fixture in the educational society, and I was damn proud of her achievements.

  My little sub had made something out of herself, and all on her own. She was an excellent mother, wife, and friend. And she was hanging, upside down, in her car. No sirens were wailing, announcing their arrival. We were too far out for anyone to get to us quickly.

  When I looked up, I found the number of people was growing. There were nearly thirty men and women who had stopped their cars instead of just moving through and going on about their day. People who seemed to care about the woman who was trapped in her car.

  “I need to go check on our kids,” I said. “If she stirs at all, can one of you tell me?”

  People nodded and hands patted my back as I walked away from my wife. My legs were shaking and my heart was aching, but I had to hold it all together for our children.

  Taylor opened his door and got out. “Dad, is she okay?”

  “Get back in the truck, son.”

  He did as I said and I climbed into the driver’s side, looking at each one of our children. Taylor was only twelve, but already he was getting tall and gangly, with long legs and arms that were skinny. He had a sprinkling of freckles across his nose, the same way I had when I was a kid, long before I began to use sunscreen every day to protect my skin.

  His mother’s brown eyes looked at me as he tried to hold onto himself for his younger siblings. Taylor looked a hell of a lot like me, but his mother was in his eyes and in his spirit. He took after her in the way he acted.

  I looked at Terry next. He had come out of nowhere with blonde hair and green eyes. That was what I thought anyway. Petra’s mother showed us a picture she’d kept of Petra’s absentee father, and there was our son’s doppelganger. He looked just like his grandfather, a man he’d never meet. Terry was our quietest child, always going with the flow, no matter which direction it went.

  Then came Petra’s twin. Little Tracey was the spitting image of her mother, but acted just like me. She refused to wear dresses and made me buy her scrubs. She wanted to be a doctor when she grew up, just like her daddy. Only Tracey was going to deliver babies instead of fixing up people.

  I was proud of all our kids. I was proud of myself and their mom too. For once, I was proud of everything about my life. And I had Petra to thank for that. She’d helped me become who I was. I’d never be able to live the same way without her. And there she was, making me think about what I’d do if she wasn’t with us.

  What the hell would I do?

  Petra

  Everyone was getting ready to go up to our home in Big Bear. I was in the
private bathroom of our master bedroom suite, trying desperately to ignore the nearly constant knocking that came from one child or another and the occasional knock from my husband. “Honey, we’d like to get going sometime today.”

  I wasn’t trying to slow everyone down, but I had to pee. Not that I had the urge to do it at that time, but I needed to do it. I had things I wanted to find out before we got to where we were going.

  Two months had left me high and dry. I was three weeks into the third month, and wanted to know if I was or wasn’t pregnant. The little stick that sat on my countertop seemed to be laughing at me. Taunting me about my inability to go to the bathroom on cue.

  Owen and I hadn’t planned on another child. I’d been on the pill since Tracey’s birth. I’d stayed on schedule with the little pills for five years, then the unexplainable happened. Somehow, I was given a month’s worth of expired birth control pills. And not barely expired—years expired!

  How the pharmacy and I failed to realize that will remain a mystery. The packet wasn’t even the same design as my normal pills. The color was all wrong, and so were the pills inside. But did I take them anyway, without asking a damn thing?

  You know I did.

  As I tossed out the empty package to replace it with a new one, I finally noticed what I’d done. I was worried and didn’t want to say a word to anyone. I was a smart woman. An accomplished woman. Not some idiot who couldn’t tell orange from purple!

  So I didn’t take the new pills, worried that if I was pregnant, I’d hurt the fetus if I took them. But I didn’t want to know anything at that time. I didn’t even tell my doctor about it. I sort of buried my head in the sand, and time moved on. One day led into another, and another, until months had passed. I had to know if I was or wasn’t. And I’d have to tell Owen about what I’d done, either way.

  Just as I felt the urge to pee a bit, Owen’s voice came through the locked bathroom door. “Baby, the kids are starving. I’m going to head out to The Pancake Palace and load them up on carbs and sugar, then make you take them in your car if you don’t hurry up.”

  God, no!

  “Hold on, Owen. Don’t make rash decisions. I have my speech that I want to practice alone in my car on the way up there. You know the kids crack too many jokes when I talk to myself. I’ll be out as soon as I can. Tummy trouble, sweetie.” I used the oldest trick in the book—stomach issues. It was his weakness.

  “You should’ve told me that sooner. I’ll leave you alone and make the kids stop bothering you, too. I’ll make them some scrambled eggs and toast, baby. Sorry for bugging you. If you need some Imodium, there’s some in the medicine cabinet. If it’s the other way around, there’s some super fiber you can mix into water. It’s in there too. Do you need my help?”

  “No,” I said, relieved they’d all be leaving me alone. “Thank you, baby. I love you more than life itself.”

  “Me too,” he said. “Don’t worry about a thing. Take all the time you need. We’ll wait patiently.”

  Finally, I had my man in my corner. Maybe the pee fairy could get to work.

  The problem was nerves more than anything else. I was a bundle of them. I’d been cool, calm, even collected when I’d bought the pregnancy test. I’d thought to myself—so what if you’re pregnant. That’s not going to stop you from doing all you’ve planned to do this coming year.

  I wanted to find us a nice place on the east coast. I’d been asked to go to New York to help with creating teaching aids for kids and adults with ADHD. I was excited about the whole thing. The new estate, the new job, and the freedom to work more. With Tracey going into the first grade the next year, my days would be free. That wouldn’t be the case if I had another baby. Things would get pushed back by five more years.

  Owen and I had an agreement. We’d never send our kids to daycare or have them babysat. One or the other of us would stay at home with our kids until they were school age. We’d both taken care of Taylor, as we were abroad. But when I became pregnant with Terry, we came back to Los Angeles and Owen started a new practice. I stayed home and took care of both our sons.

  Four years went by, and Terry was about to begin school. Owen asked me if we could try for a girl. I was looking at freedom in just a year, but the truth was that I wanted to add a girl to our family too. We tried for one, accomplished our goal, and took turns staying at home with her.

  Owen’s practice was busy, but he had a couple of partners who allowed him to take every other month off. On his off months, I started looking for schools who needed help in any areas I had experience with. My career began and I was happy about all things in my life.

  With a new baby, things would stay the way they had been. I knew Owen would be happy to do what we did with Tracey. It was me who wanted more time to move on with my career. The hard truth was that I didn’t want a baby. I was done having kids.

  Or I wanted to be, anyway.

  Owen

  The firetrucks got there first. I couldn’t leave the kids in the truck any longer. They were worried and deserved to see their mother the same way I could. Men worked to cut open the car so they could get Petra out of the mangled vehicle.

  As the shock began to ebb, I was able to take in more of what had happened. It was so odd. When I had first looked at the car she was in, it hadn’t looked that bad. Little by little, reality set in. The damn thing was crushed around her body, like a giant hand had squashed it like an aluminum beer can and smashed it against a giant forehead. It was that bad!

  And Petra hadn’t regained consciousness, something people were mumbling about. We all turned back to see an ambulance pull up. No sirens came from it and that had me worried. Leaving my kids after gesturing to Taylor to keep an eye on the younger ones, I went to see what the paramedics knew that I didn’t.

  “Hey,” I said to the man who got out of the passenger seat. “Dr. Cantrell. My wife’s the one in the car. I want her taken to Cedars. I have privileges there.”

  With a nod, the man shook my hand and went to the back to help the other man pull the stretcher out. I went back to the car, where the firemen had made some headway and were pulling the driver’s door away from the wreckage.

  I was running before I even thought about it. “Is she okay?”

  Two men stopped me before I could get to my wife, but little Tracey had moved between long legs to get to her mother. My daughter’s shrill scream penetrated the air as I watched her face go pale, then she wobbled a bit before a woman swooped in and picked her up as she’d fainted.

  Adrenaline rushed through me as I broke away from the men and made it to Petra. Blood spilled out onto the ground. It moved in thick streams, and I knew things were so much worse than I had allowed myself to believe.

  “Dr. Cantrell?” a man’s voice called out.

  My eyes were glued to my wife’s limp body. I didn’t care who the fuck was calling to me. My wife looked lifeless as her blood pooled near my feet. As I stepped forward, my sneaker became coated in red. My fingers found her wrist. Her pulse was weak, but it was there. “Get her the fuck out of here. Now!” I turned around to find the paramedics coming our way. I looked at one of the firemen. “Call in halo-flight.”

  “Sir …” That’s all he got out.

  “Now!” I wasn’t letting others take over. I knew what was best. “Get her in the air and to Cedars-Sinai as quickly as possible.” I’d have the physician and surgeons I trusted the most waiting for her arrival.

  Taylor took his baby sister from the nice woman who’d caught her. He nodded at me as he took her back to the truck and Terry following close behind him. I clamped Terry on the shoulder, giving him the best smile I could muster. He returned one and went on.

  It was best that the children didn’t see their mother when she was pulled out of the car. Her hair had covered the terrible thing that had happened to her face. Her laptop had been left out on the seat, I guessed. With the tumbling, it must’ve hit her in the face. It was broken into several pieces near where s
he’d been.

  They put a neck brace around her neck, then two men took hold of her as another cut the seatbelt. Then they moved her to lie on the stretcher. I leaned over her, checking the pulse in her neck. I was glad to see the wounds had coagulating blood in them.

  What had happened to her face could be fixed. It was the rest of her that I was worried about. I moved her shirt and found deep bruises that had already turned purple. The seatbelt had held her in place, but the hold had left its mark on her body.

  One of the paramedics cut her shirt in two, pushing it away from her body, showing were she might have broken ribs on her right side. They put a handheld respirator on her mouth and started to push air into her lungs.

  People began to dissipate as the sound of halo-flight came to us. I took my pocket knife out and cut the front of her bra. “She should be more comfortable with that off.” I pulled the sheet up to cover her and picked her hand up, kissing it. “I love you, Petra Cantrell. You hang on for us. I’ll be there as soon as I can. My guys will take good care of you, baby. Be a good girl and don’t give them any trouble. I’ll see you soon.”

  The helicopter landed and I introduced myself to the paramedics who came for her. “I’m her husband, Dr. Cantrell. Her name is Petra Cantrell. You know where you’re taking her, right?”

  “Don’t worry, doctor,” the young guy who’d be taking care of my wife until she reached the hospital told me. “I’ll take good care of her for you. And we’re heading to Cedars as you requested. See you there.”

  After one more kiss to her hand, I left my wife to go get into my truck and head to where she’d be taken. Our children were crying as I got into the truck. “Mommy has a pulse. She’s breathing, guys. She’s in better shape than I thought she’d be in. Let’s have hope, instead of fear. Okay?” I looked at each one of our amazing children, and each gave me a slight nod in return.