Chapter 2
T he elevator doors slid open, and Jenna had her first little surprise—there was no hallway with doors to other suites. There was a coat rack to the right and a mirror and entryway table to the left.
Jenna gawked for far too long at the impressive foyer before she felt Mark’s hand at the small of her back guiding her further inside.
The sun was going down, and the pinkish-orange light flowed into the sprawling great room, kitchen, and dining room through the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the large patio space and the city skyline. To the right, she could see a sleek, modern staircase leading up. Another floor above?
“You live here?” she asked stupidly, not knowing what else to say.
“Most of the year,” he responded casually, taking her coat and purse to the coat rack by the elevator doors.
Of course he had more than one house, Jenna realized. He’s a freaking ga-zillionaire.
“It’s nice,” she said, “Cozy.”
She cursed herself inwardly. Her awkwardness could still rear its ugly head every once in a while, and for a moment she felt like she’d been transported right back to high school, overthinking her every move and every word while trying to talk to a cute boy.
As if reading her mind, Mark moved in front of her, blocking her view of their impressive surroundings and reaching to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“There’s no need to be nervous, Jenna.” His voice was deep and gravelly and so very sexy.
“If you’d like, we can just sit on the balcony and have some dessert and coffee and I’ll drive you home after.
Or…” His fingers drifted down, brushing over her neck.
“You can go upstairs and put on something more comfortable.”
Jenna’s insides turned molten, and she took a shuddering breath as her eyes darted from side to side, searching her brain for her next move.
This was it. If she stayed, he was going to fuck her tonight.
Did she want him to fuck her?
If she was honest with herself, she’d been imagining his cock—and what he might do with it later—ever since she first set eyes on his toned body, but what if he was into something… weird?
What had his profile said? Something about only playing games if a girl was naughty? That could mean nothing… or it could mean her getting fucked by a man dressed as Darth Vader.
“Uh…” was all that came out.
“Which will it be, babygirl?” he said, his voice low and gentle.
She felt butterflies come to life in her tummy. He could fuck her in a Shrek costume with a voice like that.
“I guess I’ll go change into something more comfortable,” she whispered, meeting his eyes. “I didn’t bring anything with me, though…”
Mark smiled, then pointed at the staircase. “First room on your left. You’ll find something to change into in the closet. I’ll be up in ten minutes.”
“So you just keep lingerie around for random girls to change into, huh?” Jenna asked, unable to help herself. “Like a player?”
Humor had always been her defense mechanism, especially growing up when her parents weren’t around much and she didn’t have many friends. Her mom used to tell her that laughter was an instant vacation, usually when she was bugging her parents to do something with her because she was bored.
“If you remember correctly,” he said, his expression deadpan, “I only play games when a girl is feeling naughty.” He gestured again toward the staircase, then waited expectantly.
Not knowing what else to do, she climbed the stairs, found the guest room he had mentioned, and ventured tentatively into the walk-in closet.
On an upholstered bench in the middle of the closet was…
a hospital gown. It was soft cotton and completely open in the back, with two ties to hold it closed.
Jenna looked around the rest of the closet, expecting to see the real outfit he intended for her to wear, positive that this garment was just here by accident, possibly leftover from some procedure he’d had or some presentation he’d given at one of the hospitals he worked with.
When she saw nothing else hanging up or folded on any of the shelves, she peeked her head back out of the bedroom and called out, “All I see in here is a hospital gown…”
“Yes, that’s it,” came the reply she’d feared.
“So… just the hospital gown?” she pressed hopefully.
“Just the hospital gown.”
Jenna sighed, considered changing her mind and asking for a ride home, and then decided that telling the other homeless people about how she had refused to play doctor with a billionaire back when she still had an apartment sounded like even less fun than…
whatever Dr. Billionaire planned to do to her tonight.
After stripping out of her skirt and top, she decided to leave her panties and bra on. She didn’t listen when her regular doctor told her to drink eight glasses of water per day, after all, so surely there was some room for interpretation here too…
Once she’d slipped her arms into the gown and tied the top tie around the back of her neck and the bottom one in the middle of her back, she spun around to check out her reflection.
Jenna couldn’t help but pout. This was… not Victoria Secret.
The fabric hung loosely around her curves, and it felt scratchy against her skin.
Reminding herself that she’d been mentally prepared for worse, Jenna quickly found a comb and toothbrush in the cabinets and set about freshening up with the few minutes she had left. After bending over the sink to splash water on her face, she glanced up to see Mark in the doorway.
She found herself gawking for the second time that evening as she looked him up and down.
He was wearing scrubs, but not the boxy type she’d seen most medical professionals wear.
They were perfectly tailored to his form, especially the bottoms, which outlined a visible bulge just below the drawstring.
He was wearing an open white coat over his outfit, and Jenna wondered if he was the only man on Earth that had the ability to become sexier the more layers he wore.
Finally raising her gaze to meet his, she noticed him running his eyes over her in much the same fashion, and the pout returned to her face. “This isn’t very flattering…”
“I disagree,” Mark replied, eyeing her appreciatively. “Come with me,” he instructed, holding his hand out to her.
Jenna didn’t know what to expect as she was led into the back room on the second floor of Mark’s penthouse.
A medical setting of some kind, she assumed based on the outfits he’d chosen for them both, but beyond that it could be anything.
An old-fashioned, Norman Rockwell painting style doctor’s office?
A windowless room with a secret-government-lab-where-the-Men-in-Black-dissect-aliens aesthetic?
A near-perfect recreation of the medbay of the USS Enterprise ?
The room into which he led her was unlike any of those.
It had floor to ceiling windows just like the lower level, and they cast a natural light on the warm, tan colored walls and polished hardwood floors.
There was a large table in the middle that looked adjustable, with several levers on the side that she assumed did something or other to adjust the table’s positioning. There were stirrups mounted at one end.
The wall behind the contraption was lined with shelves and cabinets that appeared to be stocked with a variety of clinical-seeming tools and supplies, all very clean and organized. On the opposite wall was a sink and a few rolling tables sitting next to a stool.
It was both swanky and disturbing at the same time.
“Don’t worry, you’re in good hands. I’ve never lost a patient before,” he told her, winking at her bemused expression.
Jenna let out a nervous chuckle. Her intuition was telling her she could trust this man, but then again, probably every victim of a serial killer felt they could trust their murderer at one point.
He helped her step up on a small footstool at the side of the table and sit on the edge. She squirmed, attempting to get comfortable as the paper covering the table crinkled beneath her.
She watched as Mark busied himself preparing a set of items on a small rolling table beside the sink until she couldn’t stand the silence any longer. When she lightly cleared her throat, he turned to look at her.
“So… this is what you’re into, huh? I’ve heard about role play before, but I always thought it would be like, a schoolgirl thing or maybe you’d want me to give you a lap dance or something…” she trailed off as she watched him casually sling a stethoscope around his neck.
He smiled as he approached her side, rolling the tray of tools along with him. “If you’re a good little patient, I promise you’ll enjoy most of this.”
Most of it?
Jenna stiffened as he reached toward the tray that held several shiny instruments and grabbed what looked like a small, pointy flashlight.
She kicked her hanging feet nervously. “This all looks very… official. I mean, I know you’re a doctor, but are you going to like, actually examine me?”
“Yes. I intend to examine this beautiful body of yours quite thoroughly, in fact.” He leaned in then, and she felt his warm breath tickle her as he held the instrument up to look inside her left ear. “I take my girl’s health very seriously, you know.”
She shivered. Did he consider her his girl?
“Will any of it… hurt?”
“Only if you’re naughty.”
Jenna swallowed. What did that mean? Was he going to give her a shot or something?
“Oh,” was all she could say.
“I’m going to listen to your heartbeat now, Jenna.” Mark reached for the top string of her gown and began to undo it.
Reflexively, her hand shot up to stop him. “Wait, Mark,” she said, not even sure what she was asking him to wait for.
Gently, he took her hand off his and set it in her lap, before speaking in a firm tone. “You will call me ‘doctor’ while we’re in this room. Do you understand?”
“Yes… doctor,” Jenna said quietly.
“Now, I’m going to listen to your heart. Be a good girl and hold still for me.”
Jenna worried her hands in her lap, trying her best to hold still as he untied the strings behind her neck and let the fabric fall away from her chest.
Mark paused for a long moment before speaking. “That’s a very beautiful bra you’re wearing, Jenna.” He lifted his finger to trace along the edges of it, raising goosebumps on her skin. “But it’s very naughty of you to have it on under your gown.”
“You didn’t set anything out for me!” Jenna shot back, suddenly feeling defensive.
“There was a reason for that, young lady, and I believe I told you I expected to find you wearing just the gown.” He moved a few inches back, crossing his arms over his chest. “Take off your bra. I’ll listen to your heartbeat, then we’ll deal with your misbehavior.”
Deal with her misbehavior?
The nerve of this guy! Yes, he was super-hot, and yes, she was prepared to accept some amount of weirdness from a guy she met through this particular website.
Chloe had warned her about that, after all.
But how dare he make her dress in this ugly gown and then give her a hard time about wearing her own underwear underneath it?
If she was honest with herself, though, what was making her the most flustered was the fact that despite all of her outrage, she could feel a wet spot growing on her panties. The panties that she now strongly suspected Mark would ‘deal with her’—whatever that meant—for wearing.
“I’ll tell you what,” he said. “If you take your bra off and your nipples aren’t achingly hard, I won’t punish you for leaving it on.”
Even without knowing what he had in mind, her pussy clenched at the word ‘punish’.
Fuck him.
Jenna had the urge to take her bra off as quickly as possible to prove him wrong, but she hesitated.
It wasn’t like a man had never seen her breasts before, and she couldn’t even say she was surprised to be showing this man her breasts tonight, but she had a sneaking suspicion that her nipples would indeed be ‘achingly hard’ as he had put it in his infuriatingly-sexy-asshole tone.
If they were, it was just because this was a chilly room, and because fuck him twice that’s why. Definitely not because she was actually turned on by him or his bullshit doctor schtick.
Then why are you soaking wet?
Shit.
He was going to see that too in a moment, no doubt. Fuck him thrice.
Indignantly, Jenna reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall away to join the gown that was pooled on her lap.
She only had to look at Mark’s expression and the way his eyes seemed to darken a shade to know that her nipples were just as shamefully stiff as he’d predicted. He circled a finger teasingly over one of them, then the other, and she felt them perk up even more.
“Your body knows what you need, my naughty little patient, even if your mind is telling you otherwise,” he intoned.
All Jenna could do was blush.
Sliding the stethoscope from around his neck, Mark inserted the earpieces into his ears and moved the chest piece to rest on her left breast. Jenna gasped as the cool metal contacted her warm skin, and a slight whimper escaped her lips as he began to slowly circle it around her chest, placing his other hand on her naked back to steady her.
“Your heart rate appears to be accelerated,” he said with a sly smile when he was done.
Removing the stethoscope from his ears and placing it back around his neck, he reached around her to tug open the second set of ties.
Jenna couldn’t help but close her eyes as she felt him pull the fabric away from her body.
He made a tsking sound, and she opened first one eye and then the other to see him folding her gown and bra and placing them on a nearby shelf.
“Very, very naughty,” Mark said as he turned to face her again, his gaze lowering to rest directly on the offending black lacy panties she wore as she sat shivering on the table.
Jenna reached her hands up to cover her breasts, which were suddenly feeling cold and very vulnerable.
“Let’s take care of your punishment before the rest of your exam, young lady.”