Free Relapse (Doctor Dom Volume 4) (A BDSM & Medical Play Novella) by Tara Crescent Page B

interested in actually having a child. And to my mother, I was the object that had trapped her in marriage to a rich and powerful man.”
    His voice was an even monotone as he told this story. My heart ached for him, for the neglected little boy. Some of what I felt must have shown on my face, because he smiled.
    “I don’t want you to feel too sorry for me,” he said. “I had a nanny who took very good care of me. I had every material advantage. I went to the best schools. Had the best tutors. The best education money could buy.”
    “As I got older, my father started paying more attention to me. I was to be groomed to be his heir. To run the company his father had founded. For a few years, I tried. I went to the office after school for two years to learn about his work.”
    He took another sip of his beer. “It bored me to tears.” His voice was flat. “It was all so pointless to me. I wanted to do something I was passionate about. I didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t my father’s company. I told him that when I was nineteen. After freshman year in college. I’ve never seen him so angry.” He laughed at the memory.
    I looked at him. When I was nineteen, I had just started at university. I’d known I was interested in interior design my entire life. My parents were supportive. We weren’t rich, but they helped as much as they were able, and helped me look for grants and scholarships to fill the shortfall. I worked part-time jobs where I could. I had really enjoyed my university years, in large part due to their unstinting support. I couldn’t imagine how hard it must have been to do without.
    He chuckled at my expression. “Seriously, Lisa, you have to stop feeling sorry for me. My life was a piece of cake compared to so many people. So anyway, my father threatened to cut me off. I told him he was welcome to do whatever he wanted with his money. I withdrew from college, bought a ticket to India. I stayed in India for almost a year, then went to Nepal and backpacked there for another six months. Then China for two years. Mongolia for another six months. Then, I came back home.”
    “ You went to pre-med?” I asked.
    He nodded. “Somewhere in my travels, I realized how good I had it. How much I had compared to most of the world. It helped knock the chip off my shoulder. I’m not saying that my parents didn’t neglect me, because they did. But I was also pointlessly angry about the situation. Traveling helped me realize this.”
    I surveyed him silently. “Okay,” I said. “Tell me about BDSM.”
    He laughed aloud. “That’s quite a topic shift,” he said wryly. “My introduction to kink, you mean?”
    I grinned and nodded. I wanted to know everything about Patrick, and it was rare that he spoke about himself so openly. I was going to take advantage of this talkative mood.
    “There was this girl I dated for a while in China,” he said. He smiled, remembering. “She liked to be spanked. Tied up. Taken hard. I was twenty one. I was just thrilled to be having sex with a beautiful woman who would let me do almost anything to her.” He grinned. “It just grew from there, I guess. I kept exploring. Plenty of sleeping around in college and after.”
    “How much exploring?” I asked him curiously.
    He grimaced. “You name it, I’ve very likely done it,” he said. “Medical school was filled with women who thought being tied up and whipped was excellent stress relief. I was very happy to oblige.”
    I laughed. I wasn’t fazed by how much he’d slept around in the past; I’d had plenty of sex myself. 
    “Okay,” I probed. “Have you had a threesome?”
    He rolled his eyes. “Is that the kinkiest thing you can think of?” he asked me. “Yes.”
    “Two women?”
    “ Sure,” he said. “I had a threesome with two submissive women once. That was a disaster. But two Doms and a sub – that’s a dynamic I’ve enjoyed more than once.”
    “Why was it a disaster?” I was