Page 11 of Doctoring Dolly

He could not help but chuckle as he adjusted his hard cock to a more comfortable position. His action drew her attention and her eyes widened at the bulge pressing against the front of his jeans.

“Don’t you want me…” she trailed off, obviously unsure how to offer to take care of his erection.

“Not here, not now, and not until you agree to be my submissive for the week.”

When she looked like she would argue, he shook his head. “You’ll not make that decision now. You need to consider it carefully, and without the excitement of your first scene and being horny influencing your thinking. I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to stay away from you, but I’ll give you as long as I can. How’s that sound?”

She took a moment to think about his proposal before nodding. “Sounds like a smart plan. Besides, you might be the one to change your mind about wanting me.”

“I don’t think so, pet.” He drew the backs of two fingers down her cheek.

Stepping around behind her, he untied the bandana that secured her wrists together, taking a moment to rub each and confirm the cloth had not damaged her skin. Slipping the two bandanas under his belt, he stepped back around the tree.

Holding out his hand he gave her a smile and said, “Shall we continue on?”

She laid her hand on top of his and nodded. “I guess we shall.”

CHAPTER 7

By the time Quincy left her at her door later that afternoon, Dolly felt a lot more comfortable about being at Rawhide Ranch. She had a map of the building in her possession, as well as a list of the classes for the week. Including a BDSM 101 class that she had already signed up for which would start the first thing the next morning.

After closing and locking the door connecting to Quincy’s room, she laid down for a nap. She woke to someone knocking on the hall door as if there were a bear chasing them. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, she was shocked to see that she had slept the afternoon away. The evening’s meet and greet was scheduled to start in five minutes.

Rolling out of bed, she tripped on her own toes as she headed to the door. Dancing to maintain her balance, she took a moment to catch her breath before unlocking the door. Opening it, she was not surprised to find Sadie standing there, hopping from one foot to the other.

“Do you need to use the bathroom?”

Sadie stilled. “No, why?”

“You’re dancing around like you need to pee in the worst way.”

“Oh. No, I don’t have to pee. I came to get you so you can meet everyone. Were you sleeping?” Sadie asked as she looked her up and down.

“As a matter of fact, I was. Thank you for waking me up. I didn’t expect to sleep that long. Would you like to come in for a minute while I get ready?”

Sadie’s smile grew even bigger. “Can I? Daddy didn’t want me to bother you, but I told him I’m never a bother.”

“And what did he say to that?”

“He got the funny look on his face like when he tries not to laugh.”

Dolly giggled as she stepped back and allowed Sadie to enter. “I need to use the bathroom and brush my hair. Is what I’m wearing okay for this?”

Before Sadie could answer, Dolly stepped into the beautifully appointed bathroom and did her business. When she stepped out, it was to find the other woman standing in front of her open closet flipping through the hangers, perusing one outfit after another. After reaching the last offering, she pulled out a deep red sundress and turned to Dolly with a frown.

“You need new clothes,” she stated.

Dolly could not help but nod. “You’re right. But I didn’t know what men here would consider sexy. I don’t know what any man would consider sexy.”

That was a sad thing to admit as a writer of romantic fiction. She really needed help in all aspects of this new life she was trying to build. But for now, she would wear what Sadie had picked out and hope that the dress that bared her arms and most of her legs combined with sexy thoughts would be enough to attract a man.

Stepping back into the bathroom, she quickly changed and fluffed her hair. After slipping on a pair of ivory ballet flats, she presented herself to Sadie. “All right?”

“Looks great. Come on, we’re late,” Sadie took her hand and pulled her out of her room.

Dolly did fine until they reached the lobby and she saw it was filled with small groups of people milling about. A portable bar had been set up near the fireplace, which was where Sadie headed. Halfway there, the toe of Dolly’s shoe caught on the floor. It took several quick steps to stay on her feet and not fall on her face. If she had, she would have taken Sadie down with her since the other woman had yet to release her hand.

Sadie looked back at her but did not comment on Dolly’s grace, or rather lack thereof. Instead, she said, “You need wine. White or red?”

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