Page 5 of Dr. Billionaire
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 theUSS 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.”
Mostof 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 herhisgirl?
“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?
