Doctor's Demands: A Submissives’ Secrets Novel by Michelle Love (1)

 

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 bottoms. 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!

But I do want as much as I can get. I only plan on doing this once. I might as well make as much as I possibly can, right?

“So, how far are you going to go with me, Leticia?”

“Oh, let’s just play with each other a little. I’ll show you what turns men on. You’ll be surprised how easily one gets into it. I’ll start on you. By the time you cum, you’ll be out of your mind with ecstasy and then you can do me. How does that sound?” She puts her hands on her hips and gives me a sexy smile.

Leticia has on a sexy little black corset. And she reaches between her legs and pulls the Velcro apart, baring her pussy and licking her lips. I can’t stop looking at her as she moves forward, wiggling her finger at me.

Moving my body down the bed, I watch her as she climbs onto the bed between my legs. Her eyes bore into mine, asking me if she can move forward.

“Okay.” I can’t breathe as she smiles, then lowers her head.

Her lips travel softly over the cloth that separates her mouth from my flesh—flesh that’s burning to feel more. Her dark curls fall forward, cloaking her face in them.

I feel the material as she moves it to one side, then warm air is moving over my clit. I’m on edge. My body is one giant ball of nerves. Her hands move up my sides and cup my breasts, then her lips touch my clit, delivering a soft kiss.

“Oh, shit …” I moan as my eyes close, and she takes me away with her warm tongue, gently licking up and down my folds. “It feels so good.”

She moans a bit, making my clit vibrate, and I arch up to her. Sharp nails bite into my hips as she deepens the intimate kiss and I moan with the pleasure it sends coursing throughout my entire body.

I’ve been eaten out plenty of times by guys, but this is different. Her lips are softer, her touch is lighter, and this is kind of taboo. It seems to be making it a little more intense.

As she kisses, sucks, and licks me, I find my mouth watering as my lips purse in mimicking fashion of what she’s doing to me. “Leticia, move around here, let me do you while you do me.”

She pulls her head up and smiles at me. “I can do that, Petra. It’s not so bad, see?”

I nod as she moves over me and puts her face back into my crotch while her wet pussy hovers over my face. Closing my eyes, I run my hands up to grasp her ass and pull her down to me. My mouth touches her and I shudder.

Going back to the time I gave my first blowjob; I remember how hard that was at first too. It’s all about getting out of your head, is all, and letting the pleasure override the idea that it’s gross.

And as her mouth is working over my pussy my mind is taken over, leaving me blissfully unaware of anything other than getting to the promised land, I begin to do to her what she’s doing to me. With long licks, followed by light taps on her clit, I find she tastes salty and not bad at all.

Her pussy lips converge with mine, and I run my tongue into her folds, licking her and making her moan. Her pleasure at what I’m doing to her isn’t lost on me. It spurs me on to do even more.

She makes her tongue broad and licks me over and over. It sends waves through me and an orgasm is near. I do the same to her and find her growing wetter.

The climax hits me and I moan as I cum, then find her climaxing too. I can hardly breathe and find my head spinning.

As heat fills me and pleasure consumes me, I find myself feeling a lot better about what I’ve gotten myself into. My sexuality is blossoming under Leticia’s tutelage. With her to train me, I’m sure to make some man happy with what I can give him. And with that will come all the money I’ll need to secure my future as a teacher.

And no one will ever need to know how I got the money!

Owen

Picking up my cell, I make a call to the club to finalize the orders for the apartment I rented there for the summer. And I want to know more about this new woman, Petra Bakari.

“Isabel, at your service, Mr. Cantrell.” My call is answered by a happy sounding feminine voice.

“Hello, Isabel. And how are you doing this fine Saturday afternoon?” I run my pencil over the paper I’ve written my list of necessary items on, giving it one more look before I finalize the order.

“More than fine, sir. How can I help you?”

“As you’re aware, I’m sure, I’ve rented an apartment at the club again for the summer. A place to keep my purchase in. I need to turn in my list of what I want in it. Can you take this order for me?”

“I can. I’m ready when you are.”

Picking up my list, I rattle it off. “I need a set of bondage mitts, one bondage harness, and a new bondage belt. To go with that, I need a bondage hood.”

“Excuse me, sir,” Isabel cuts in.

“Yes?”

“Do you have a color preference?”

“Red. Everything in red, please,” I clarify. “Let’s get some bandage tape, just in case. And I want a monoglove. Now onto the gags. I’m thinking a mouth guard gag and a muzzle gag. That should start me out. I’ll be bringing my favorite masks, blindfolds, and satin bags to put over her head.”

“That sounds great. I see you’ve filled out everything else. You’re all set, Mr. Cantrell. We can’t wait to see you in two weeks.”

“I wanted to ask about a new young lady who’s appeared on the site. Petra Bakari. Can you tell me anything about her?”

There’s some tapping as she looks her up on the computer, then she says, “Oh, yes. Here she is. It looks like she’s receiving some training from another young lady who she goes to college with. Petra is in school to become a teacher, kindergarten through fifth grade. Her list of what she’ll do isn’t long.”

Tapping my pencil on my kitchen table, I ask, “Can you let her know she has an interested buyer?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Let her know what my interests are. I want to make sure she knows about arm binding, as I’m not into being touched. I like to keep my bottoms gagged and masked. Sometimes I even put silk bags over their heads and lightly tie them closed at their necks. Legs are generally cuffed and held in place in various positions. The bottom must only speak when asked a question. I don’t care about what she wants. She’s my purchase and that’s it. I’m not into any types of hitting. I’m only into confinement. I love keeping my woman all to myself and love leaving them alone for extended periods of time, because she’s so happy to see me when I return. Not that she’ll ever see me. I don’t allow that. Make that, ‘she’s happy when I return to her,’ instead.”

“I can do that for you. I’ll just send her an email. I’m sure she’ll be over the moon about you being interested, Mr. Cantrell.”

Her use of my name worries me, so I add, “Isabel, I don’t want her to know my name. Just let her know she has someone who’s interested in her and nothing more than what I like. Okay?”

“Sir, anonymity is always the number one rule in the Dungeon of Decorum. You have nothing to worry about, except the fact that two others have already made calls to me about this young beauty. You should also pick out a few more, in case this one gets taken by another.”

My blood begins to boil as I think about anyone else having her. “No!” I say sternly. The tip of my pencil breaks as I press it too hard on the list I made for us. “I won’t be bidding on anyone but Petra Bakari. She’s the only one this year who is of any interest to me. If I don’t get her, then I guess I’ll go without.”

“Sir, there are always a lot of women available on a day to day basis if that happens. You have nothing to worry about. But I really do think you should consider picking out a few more girls. It’s just a smart thing to do.”

“I know that. I’ve done that in previous years. But there’s something about this one that makes my cock thump, you know?”

“I see. Well, good luck then. I wish you all the best. You can rest assured that your apartment will have all you’ve ordered and that it’s being all taken care of as we speak. The place is yours, whether you win Miss Bakari or not. At the very least, you’ll, have a place to take women if you so desire. Here at The Dungeon of Decorum we always make it our business to please our members. Our entire staff will be at your disposal. Have a great weekend and we look forward to seeing you. If there’s nothing else, I’ll bid you good day.”

“There’s nothing more that I need. Only to win her. Goodbye.” I end the call and put my phone down. Drumming my fingers on the tabletop, I can’t stop thinking about someone else winning her and how mad it makes me.

This has never happened to me before. I can’t say that I like it. But I can’t say that I hate it either.

Already this woman is bringing more out in me than anyone ever has and we’ve yet to even meet. Pulling up her picture on the site again, I tap the button and print it out. The sound of the printer in my office that’s just off the kitchen buzzes and I hear it bringing the woman I can’t stop thinking about a bit more to life for me.

Two weeks seems like an eternity to find out if I can bid higher than the others who are interested in her. I have to win her.

I have to!

Petra

Sipping on a glass of red wine, I relax beside the pool at Leticia’s apartment complex. Wearing the skimpiest bikini, I’ve ever worn, I’m getting sun in places that’ve never seen it. Leticia says men like tanned skin, so we’re tanning for the auction that’s in two weeks.

My nerves have subsided a lot since I’ve been training. Reading all I can about this kind of thing has helped tremendously, as well. Picking up my cell, I check my social media and see I’ve gotten an email from The Dungeon of Decorum.

“Hey, Leticia, I have an email from the club. Do you think they’re telling me I can’t be in the auction?” I ask, with worry threading through my voice.

“No, silly,” she says, then swats the air as if to push away my bad vibes. “Just read it.”

My hand is shaking as I swipe the screen. Gulping, I see it’s from the auction manager, Isabel Deleon. “It says I have an interested purchaser and he’d like for me to know what he expects out of a bottom.”

Leticia pulls her expensive shades down and wiggles her dark eyebrows at me. “Cool! Does it say what he wants?”

“Uh, huh,” I mumble as I look over the rest of the message. “Listen to this, Leticia. Our member requires a woman who will stay in an apartment here at our club. She will live out the three-month contract in that apartment and will only be taken out if her owner so desires.”

“Confinement,” Leticia says, sounding eerie.

“Like, I’ll be stuck there if he wins me?” I ask with hesitation. “Oh, I don’t know about this.”

“Keep reading, Petra,” she urges me as she refills our wine glasses.

“Okay, it says here that he doesn’t like to be touched, so various things will be used to secure my hands. My legs will also be secured using several different things that the owner will use at his discretion. Oh, and he isn’t into impact play. That’s good to know.” I run my hand over my ass, as it’s been sore for days from the different things Leticia has used on me.

“That’s a positive for this man. You don’t seem to care much for that anyway.” She hands me the filled glass of wine and I take a sip to steady my nerves.

Reading on, I say, “It goes on to say that he uses blindfolds and even sometimes puts silk bags over his bottom’s head. He isn’t a man who wants to be seen, and may not allow it at all.” I give Leticia a worried glance. “What if he’s super ugly or something like that?”

Shaking her head, making her spiral curls bounce around, she says, “That doesn’t matter at all. No matter what he looks like, you have to act like you think he’s the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen.”

I nod and finish reading, “If you are won by this bidder you can expect to be left alone for periods of time, as he likes to be missed and welcomed back with open arms, until he ties them back. See you in two weeks. Have an awesome weekend, Miss Bakari.”

“So he sounds nice,” Leticia says, then giggles.

“He sounds weird,” I say as I put my cell down on the little glass table and take a longer sip of my wine. “Why do you think he wants me to be kept in an apartment where he’ll leave me alone a lot? And when he does come to me, it sounds as if I’ll be tied up and masked for him to do what he wants then leave again. That sounds kind of awful.”

“Not to me. You get diddled, then he’s gone and you get to do what you want to.”

“At some apartment inside of a BDSM club. I don’t know about this.” I take another sip and find Leticia shaking her head.

“Look, it sounds like this guy has a need for a kept woman. He might be married and have a terrible sex life with his wife. Instead of taking a mistress, he takes you for the summer. You’re screened, sexually healthy, and not a risk in destroying his marriage,” she says as she coats her long legs in some kind of expensive oil, then tosses the bottle to me. “Put some of this on too.”

Doing as she says, I feel a little depressed about this interested party. “I don’t know. To be honest, I’ve kind of romanticized who would win me. You know, a great looking man who is rich and built like a brick house. He and I would have magical passion and things would go great.”

“And the two of you would fall in love and get married and have babies,” she adds with a laugh. “That isn’t going to happen. That’s not what this is about at all. This about having their kinks fulfilled with someone who will go away at the end of the summer, Petra. Don’t get your heart involved in this. You are the vessel your owner will use for a few months to get whatever it is that’s in his system out of it. Nothing more than that. I don’t want you to get your heart broken. In this line of work, your heart has no place in it.”

“Is the lecture over?” I ask her with a smile.

She nods. “As long as you understand things clearly. I’ve been trying to show you how your body will be used. Not all Tops care if their bottoms are pleased or not. They paid a price for you. You are essentially their piece of meat. Not that I like to think in those terms, but if you think the man who purchases you will grow to care for you, I’m afraid you’re in for disappointment.”

“Okay, I get it. This man just wants a piece on the side, waiting for him like no woman in the real world would ever do. He wants to fuck a woman with nothing emotional happening between them so he doesn’t have to feel guilty about anything. If he’s married, he hasn’t shared his heart with anyone. Only his cock. Am I on the right track?” I ask her as she fans herself.

“It’s getting hot out here. And you’re on the right track.” She gets up, grabbing the half empty bottle of wine and her glass. “Come on, let’s go inside. Enough tanning for today.”

I get up and follow her. “Who knows. He may not even be the man who wins me. I shouldn’t worry, huh?”

“You should never worry, Petra. There’s nothing to worry about. This time you’ll get a man who likes things one way. Next time it’ll be a man who likes things another way.” She stops at the door to her apartment.

I reach around her to open it, as her hands are full. “This will be the only time I do this, Leticia. I’m in it for the twenty thousand bucks to pay for next years’ classes and that’s it.”

She and I go inside and I close the door behind us as she snickers. “You’ll see, Petra. Not only is the money addicting, but so is the lifestyle. You begin to crave it.”

Grabbing my robe off the chair I left it on, I wrap it around me and take a seat on the soft, cushioned sofa. “I don’t think I will crave it. Especially if my first taste of this is with some man who treats me like a vagina and nothing more.”

Throwing her robe down on the chair opposite from me, she sits on it, so as not to get the oil that’s covering her body all over the furniture. “Petra, even if you don’t care for the experience you get the first time, you’ll see that you’ll seek another experience that will excite you. The secrecy is also a huge part of the attraction to this type of thing. The things you will do and allow to be done to you that you’ll never tell a soul about will lay in your mind, where only you can enjoy the memories.”

“But you said that some of the people do scenes that others watch. Now, that’s not a secret,” I remind her, then set my empty wine glass on the table between us and lie back on the sofa.

“It still is. While you’re doing those things, knowing others are watching, you know they will never tell anyone your name, what you do for a living, or anything personal about you. That’s what makes it all so captivating, and enticing. We’re like a group who knows a lot about the members but refuses to let anyone know what we do.”

“I want to be a teacher of little kids, Leticia. What if this does leak out somehow? What would happen to the career I’ve worked so hard for?” I ask as I sit up and feel the butterflies begin to flutter in my stomach. “What if the very thing I do to make sure I get my career is the thing that takes it all away from me?”

“Now you’re just being dramatic,” she says as she waves her hand through the air. She has this way of waving off things. It’s kind of funny, but weird because it seems to work like magic.

I lean back, feeling like she’s right and that I’m overthinking things again. “I’ll let it go. Who knows if I’ll ever do this again or not.”

“Bet you will,” she says with a grin. “And the apartment three doors down is going to be available in the fall. You should rent it.”

“Your rent has to be out of this world,” I say as I look around her place. “I’ve never seen anything so nice in my life. I could never afford it.”

“You will be able to. You’ll see,” she says, then gets up. “I’m going to shower. You should too. Then we’ll get dressed up and go out to a club. It’s Saturday night and I think you should get out while you can. You might be spending the summer locked away.”

Getting up, I make my way to the guest room I’ve been staying in since she took me into her training program. “You’re right. And maybe finding a man for the night is a good idea.”

She stops dead in her tracks and looks at me with a scowl on her face. “No! No men, Petra. You’ve already been screened for everything known to man. You can’t have any sex until you’re bought. It’s in the rules. Didn’t you read them all?”

“I did, but I guess I didn’t fully understand that one. I thought it meant not without a condom.”

“No. Nothing. No kissing or touching. Nothing that you might take back to your Top. If you make him sick, then you don’t get a dime. That means with anything. Even a damn cold, Petra. Why do you think I have you on the vitamin regimen and the exercise schedule that I do?”

“I thought that was so I’d be in great shape. You should explain things better,” I tell her as I walk away. “I get it now. No sex, no kissing, and no touching any man.”

“Or woman, Petra!” she tells me sternly.

“Why would I even try to be with a woman, Leticia? You know that’s not my thing. No matter what I’ve done with you to get myself ready for whatever my owner might throw at me, I’m still a full-fledged heterosexual. No matter how sexy you are, sugar,” I say, then blow a kiss her way.

“So we understand each other, then?”

With a nod, I walk into the bedroom and think about what the hell I’ve gotten myself into. I’ve been with a chick and will soon be allowing a man to do anything with my body that he wants to.

What in the hell am I thinking?

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 because 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.”

She opens my envelope first and looks at me. “Nice.”

I nod and find myself praying that the other two are lower. Looking out at Petra as she stands there, waiting to see who will get her, I can’t stand that she has to go through this. This doesn’t come naturally to her. She’s trying so damn hard, but her expression gives away the fear she’s having.

And who could blame her?

Never have I felt so much empathy for any woman here, or anywhere else for that matter. Her big brown eyes droop only slightly at the outer corners as she holds a tight smile on her gorgeous face.

I wonder how hard it is for her to keep herself together while she waits. I wonder if she has high expectations for what she’s about to do. Will she like the way I handle her body? Will she enjoy her time alone? Will she be happy when I come back to her?

Shaking my head, I try not to think of her in the terms that she’s already mine. There are two others who’ve placed money on the table for her after all.

Isabel opens the second envelope and looks at the new man as she says, “Another generous bid.”

She gives no hint if it was higher than mine or not as she opens the third and final envelope. Before she can say a thing, mustache man is back, waving an envelope and shouting, “I won’t make her do the things on her hard limits list. I’ll take her as she is. I want her that much! Here, take my bid too.”

Rubbing my temples, as the man is working my nerves, I almost shout at him to leave her alone. Looking out at her, I want to walk out there, grab her up, and take her away with me. Fuck the other bidders.

I want her!

Isabel takes the other envelope and looks at the old guy as she nods. “Another good bid for Petra Bakari.” She puts it at the back of the stack she’s holding and opens the last one that was just given to her. I watch her eyes as they move over all four of us. “Gentlemen, we have four generous bids, and we also have one tie for the top bid. If you will all write new bids for me, we can get this woman to her new owner.”

I groan as her assistant hands us new envelopes with the small pieces of paper inside of them. With no idea, which number was the top one, I have no idea how much higher to go.

With a glance at Petra, who looks ashen as she waits, I make a daring bid, one that I pray will see her as mine for the summer. I close the envelope and hand it back to Isabel.

Sitting back, I look at Petra as the others seem to agonize over their offers. I’ve never paid this much for a woman before, but I have a feeling Petra will be worth it.

“Hey, I want in,” some man from the back says.

I look back and see a tall, pretty good looking guy, and he has a giant diamond ring on his finger, telling me he’s most likely a billionaire. Now I’m worried. Isabel holds out her hand for his envelope and gives me a little look that says she’s sorry about this.

That tells me she knows how much this dude is worth and my chances have drastically declined. So, I take a moment to dig into the new guy’s brain as to what he wants my Petra for. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what’re your kinks?”

His eyes are dark as night and so is his short, wavy, black hair. I think he’s Greek and probably owns his own island or something. “I have a few of them. But with her, I’m thinking how much I want to show her off. And share her with my wife.” He leans in to whisper. “I enjoy fucking my bottoms, then watching my wife punish them for doing it. After the woman is punished, then my wife makes her take care of her needs while I watch. Then I punish the other woman and she has to sleep in a cage in our bedroom and watch my wife and I fuck. It’s an intricate thing, something my wife and I splurge on every few years. It’s our fifth anniversary, so I want to get her something special.”

The way my stomach rumbles isn’t from hunger, but disgust. I can’t believe there are so many fucking perverts in this world!

Then I realize I’m not exactly far from one. I want to restrict her and fuck her myself. Somehow, I’ve made my kink a lot less fucked up than everyone else’s. In my mind, at least.

When the man reaches out to shake my hand, I have to do it. Gentlemen’s rules and all that jazz. “Good luck,” I say, even though I don’t mean it at all.

Isabel looks around the room. “Are there any more bidders for Petra Bakari?”

Thankfully, no one else bothers, as it’s pretty fucking obvious that moneybags pervert will win her. All I can do is stare out the glass at the woman who has filled my thoughts for a while now, and I don’t think she’ll stop filling them just because she’s in this asshole’s cage somewhere.

Actually, I think she’ll be even more in my mind and I’ll be devising plans to rescue her from him and his fucked-up wife. “Hey, where are you from?” I ask him, so I can have an idea of where I can find her if he does take her away from me.

With a laugh, he says, “I’m from New York. Why?”

“Oh, just curious,” I say, then look at Isabel who has the first envelope open.

She nods, puts it at the back, and opens the next one. One by one, she opens them all, then sets all but one of them down. With a wink, she holds out her hand for the microphone and gives us no hint as to who has won. “Petra Bakari, you are to be taken to apartment twenty-two. Your owner will meet you there when he’s ready.”

I almost faint as I finally hear that I’ve won her. My hands are shaking as I get up and the others just glare at me. “I did it,” I mumble. “I got her.”

Isabel gives me a huge smile as she takes my hand, leading to where I’ll sign the contract for her. “That was touch and go there for a while, wasn’t it, Mr. Cantrell?”

“I’ve never been more nervous about anything in my life,” I confess. “Shit!”

Her assistant hands me a glass of champagne as I take a seat to sign the papers that will bind us together for the next three months. “Congratulations,” he tells me as I try to sign the paper with my shaking hand. “You looked worried.”

“I was. I haven’t thought of much else but her since the first day she was up on the site. I had no backup plan.” I finish signing the contract and see her signature on it.

Petra Bakari is mine!

As I leave, I see the men who were making my life miserable have all moved on to the next woman. Thank God I made the highest bid. Petra will be one happy woman when she gets her reward for being my bottom. If she does the right thing with it, she’ll be wealthy the rest of her life. She’ll never have to do this again if she doesn’t want to.

Tossing the drink down my throat, I go to find one of the staff to ready my new bottom for me. I find a young woman who might help Petra feel calmer and ask, “Do you think you can do something for me?”

“Anything,” she says, with the helpful tone all the staff seems to have.

Taking her by the arm, I lead her to the apartment Petra was taken to. “I think that you might be a better person to get my new bottom ready for me. She looked a little nervous and I don’t want her to be afraid. But I’m not going to talk to her that much.” I pull the letter I’ve written to her out of my pocket and put it into the girl’s hand. “Give her this and let her read it. It’ll help her understand what I’m going to do with her. After she reads it, give her a drink if she wants one. Only one, though. I don’t like lushes. Then I want her arms bound with the monoglove I laid out on the bed. Her ankles need to be cuffed to the hooks in the floor and she should be in a sitting position. And just before you leave her, put the blindfold I’ve also laid out on her. Then tell her I’ll be there whenever I get ready.”

“Okay,” she says as we get to the door to the apartment. “Oh! Should I have her dressed in anything special?”

“There’s a robe on the bed. I want her in that and nothing else.”

With a nod, she goes inside and I head to the bar to get a drink. I need to calm the fuck down and get my head on straight. This woman is rattling me more than I like.

Taking a seat next to a man with salt-and-pepper-colored hair, I give him a nod in greeting and order a Scotch neat. Taking the drink, I don’t chug it the way I want to. Instead, I take a sip and sit back.

“Did you gain a bottom in that auction they had tonight?” the guy asks me.

“I did,” I tell him and decide to be a bit friendlier. “I’m Owen.”

“Nice to meet you, Owen. I’m Grant.” He nods back at me as he lifts his glass to his lips.

“I didn’t see you in there,” I say as I look at him. “No contract for you?”

With a shake of his head, he says, “I’m not into anything permanent right now.”

“Oh, neither am I. I mean, I’m not looking for a relationship.” I take another sip and watch him grin.

“If you were, this would be the wrong place for you.” He chuckles a little. “Well, that’s not entirely accurate. I have known of love blossoming within these dark walls. Not a lot, but it has happened on occasion. The Dungeon of Decorum isn’t a place one comes to when searching for love, but it can spring up between people every now and then.”

“I’m not worried about that happening. My bottom will never even see me or touch me. I make sure of that. I’m keeping her here and she’ll stay right where I put her until the end of summer.”

Grant laughs and looks me over. “Wow, that’s kind of drastic. Do women fall for you easily? Is that why you have to go to all this trouble?”

“It might be hard to believe, but this face, body, my bank account, and my celebrity status makes me kind of easy to fall for. But I don’t want any woman who’d only fall for those parts of me. If I could find a woman to love me for me, then I might give her half a chance. But then again, I might not. My parents have kind of sullied my ideas about relationships.”

“Ah, they made it look like a fiasco instead of the bliss we’re all told of?” he asks as he looks at me over his glass.

“A psychotic fiasco with five little pawns they created to use against each other. I’ve often thought they had us only for the purpose of gaining troosps behind each of them. Unfortunately for them, we all dropped out of their individual armies. But it hasn’t stopped their battles. You’d think their divorce would’ve ended their feud over who did who more wrong in their marriage, but no such luck.”

“Why don’t they just leave each other alone?” Grant asks me, like I have a fucking clue.

“That’s something none of us can figure out. Our father moved out of the house when he filed for divorce. He left mom the house and all five kids to take care of,” I tell him as I think about my horrible past. “Mom wasn’t about to be stuck with us while dad lived the life of a childless bachelor. So, she sold the house and bought one right across the street from the house my father had bought.”

“She sure showed him,” Grant says with a smirk.

“Yeah, and then the real wars began as they pushed us all back and forth. Then that switched to pulling us back and forth. A real cluster fuck of shit went on. One by one, my siblings and I left them alone to deal with each other.”

“A loving family can really screw up one’s head,” he comments, then places his empty glass on the bar. “Another, please. I have a father who’s a real winner. My mother is in the local cemetery and dad’s still walking around a free man.”

Nearly choking on the drink, I just took, I gasp, “He killed her?”

“A story for another time, Owen,” he says with a frown. “Shouldn’t you be getting to your new purchase?”

“Um, yeah. I should. See you around, Grant. It was nice to meet you.”

As I walk away, I look over my shoulder and see the man slumping in his chair. I feel badly for dredging up memories I’m sure he tries to forget exists.

And I thought I had a bad past!

Petra

My entire body is shaking as I walk behind the trainer who’s taking me to apartment twenty-two, the place I’ll be spending all summer in. I have no idea if the man I was emailed about is my buyer or if it’s someone else. All I know is that I’m scared shitless!

“Who won me?”

The trainer shakes his head as he keeps walking without looking back at me. “That’s not for me to say. You’ll be given the money that he paid for you, minus the twenty percent the club gets, at the end of the period. Until then, it’s up to your new owner to feed, clothe, and house you. So be good, do what he wants, and things usually go well. And don’t forget that you can always call that emergency number you were given if at any time you want to end this. You’re always in charge, Petra. Don’t forget that.” He looks back at me and gives me a brilliant smile, as if that’s supposed to comfort me.

Anytime now some man will come to me and ask me to do God knows what. If I want the money he shelled out to use me as he wants to, then I will do as he asks. How badly do I want the money though?