The Doctor Slave

2. Looks

“And then he spilled apple juice all down the front of his borrowed white top,” Sabrina explains and the whole table bursts into laughter, “so that is why Anton is no longer allowed nice things.”

It was the first time in the week that since the loan problem that Eva had felt at ease. She was out with her best friend, Sabrina, and Sabrina’s university friends. Since Eva had gone to a different country for her degree, she didn’t have any of uni friends close by. She had, however, slide effortlessly into Sabrina’s uni friend group. To the point that some of them actually forget she wasn’t at the same school as them.

Sabrina had an office job. She was in the finance department of some big company. Eva wasn’t 100% sure what her friend did for a living but she supported Sabrina anyway. The office stories were always top tier.

They were all nestled in the corner of a city bar. It was a warm summer night and the humidity from the ocean was at an all time high. Eva loved it though. She had hated being land locked with the dry winter air. At the coast, the air was always heavy and like a blanket. The group of 9 were all well on their way to drunk. The atmosphere was light and Eva was getting wrestles.

“Let’s go dancing,” she announced to the group.

“Oh my gosh, yes!” Sabrina squeezed Eva’s wrist before everyone started getting ready to leave.

They lived in a city with a big night life so the choices for where to go dancing were abundant. Eva loved walking through the streets. The lights were soft enough that the stars could still be seen while still giving a glow to the cobblestone streets and old buildings. As the group winded through the streets, the noise from the restaurants giving a soft background noise, the music on the beach attracted them.

Sabrina pulled Eva down the paved street to the soft sand. The two took their heels off. Eva loved the feeling of the soft, white sand under her bare skin. It felt like standing on a carpet in her home.

The beach party was busy. People were packed into a small space in front of a dj station. The music was so overwhelming that Eva could feel the vibrations in her chest. She loved dancing. She loved dancing with Sabrina. She loved dancing when the music consumed her.

Eva was beautiful, that she knew. Her and Sabrina had been beautiful all her life, so the stares from the men and women around her were nothing unusual. Especially not as her and Sabrina danced in such a way that left little to anyone’s imagination. With her hair in a clip, Eva’s neck was exposed to the cool breeze. It sent shivers down her spine.

“I need a drink,” she leaned down to shout at Sabrina. Everyone else in the group was scattered between the bar, dance floor and table to the side.

“Get me a gin please,” Sabrina shouted back.

Eva walked over to the makeshift bar counter. It was busy except for a spot by a group of men gathered, chatting and drinking. Self preservation was never one of Eva’s strong suites. Eva leaned on the counter to order with the bartender who appeared to be permanently in the corner with the men. He glanced to who must’ve been the leader of the group. The leader nodded at the bartender.

Eva took a minute to have a better look at the men. They were all tall, taller than her at least which generally made people tall. Other than that, they had very little in common. Varying hair colours and body builds. As her eyes wandered, they eventually caught the leaders. He was looking at her curiously. Men generally looked at her in one of three ways:

1. Lust

2. Irritation that she wouldn’t get them a ‘real doctor’

3. Surprise when she competently completed her job

This man, however, analysed her. So she did the same, enjoying the clinical gaze. He had deep green eyes. They were so dark in the dim light, like a forest. His inky hair was neatly stiles back. The muscled, crossed forearms over his chest were covered in intricate tattoos. Each one was precise and refined to perfection. He had navy jeans on with an unbuttoned green shirt.

She could feel his gaze running her like she did him. From her light brown hair to her full, pink lips. She had on yellow sundress with cut outs in her midriff. Her own tattoos peaked out. The green colour an eye catcher against her yellow dress.

When their eyes met again, it was a heavier gaze. She wasn’t sure it was quite lust, but definitely leaning into more dangerous territory.

She softly sucked the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth. The movement caught his attention and the mood shifted. Lust fell over the, like a blanket.

“Nico,” he held his hand out to her.

“Vivienne,” she laced on her thickest accent. Eva enjoyed hook ups in her university days but hadn’t had one since. She hadn’t had s*x since either. Her previous long term partner had been asexual. For the longest time it had only need Eva and her vibrator. She hadn’t found anyone attractive enough to risk a hookup. In her early days, she had a guy become obsessed with her. He had stalked her, threatened her and nearly attacked her. After that she had come up with multiple different aliases. Vivienne was the first that came to mind, modelled after her Russian aunt.

“Would you like to have s*x, Vivienne?” He outright asked her.

“Yes.” If he wasn’t going to play games with her, neither would she.

“I just need to give my friend her drink,” Eva held the drink the bartender handed her. She started to reach for her purse but he told her not to worry.

He followed her like a shadow towards Sabrina still on the dance floor. Sabrina looked curiously as Eva approached.

“Getting some tonight?” She asked.

“Hopefully,” Eva smiled.

“Text me later, okay?”

“Always,” Eva hugged her friend.

The crowd parted as Nico placed his hand on Eva’s lower back. He must be someone important then. He guided her to the building across the street from the beach. It was a hotel. One of the most expensive ones in the city. Shoe’s still in hand, Eva stepped onto the elevator and leaned against the cool glass wall.

He stood across from her, looking again.

The stared into each other’s eyes until the soft click of the doors. Nico once again guided her, this time out of the elevator. It opened directly into a large suite. It was beautiful. Big loungers, tv’s and other furniture skilfully placed around the room. He stopped her in front of a large, white couch. She gracefully sunk into the fluffy cushions.

“Drink?” He asked as he walked to a bar area.

“Water please,” was her only response as she looked out the balcony door windows.

When he returned, he sat in the armchair opposite hers.

“What style of s*x do you enjoy, Vivienne?”

“What kind are you offering?”

It felt more like a business meeting than a hookup.

“Personally, I enjoy b**m but I would never push your boundaries.”

He was gauging her reaction. She kept composed as her p***y clenched. It had been a very long time since she had let her kinky side out. She loved b**m. She loved kinks and being ordered around. She loved being what to do and made to do it.

“Well then it’s very lucky you found yourself a submissive rope bunny,” she smiled. He tightened his grip on his glass at her words, clearly containing himself.

“Limits?” He asked in a deeper voice.

“Scat, blood, breeding. You?”

“None that I’ve found so far. Safe word?”

“The stoplight system. Green, yellow, red.”

“Do you consent to this?” He outright asked her.

“Yes. Do you?”

“Yes.”

It was the last word he said before pouncing on her.