50 Shades of Dallas (Cameron Dallas)

Doctor

I sit on the chair in Cameron's library at his house; reading a book about fairytales. I can actually be pretty childish. Don't judge me.

Cameron walks in with an African American lady. I put my bookmark in the book and close it gently. "This is Dr. Finnigan, the best around. So I'll leave you two to it." Cameron says before leaving.

"I'm here to put you on some type of birth control." She says taking a seat in the chair across from mine. "We've got two options here. I can either put you on a pill, or give you a shot once a month."

"Well, I'm pretty forgetful with meds so, let's go with the shot."

She opens her case that she brought in with her. She pulls out a syringe that's already filled with liquid. I shiver. I absolutely hate needles but, I wouldn't remember pulls so.

I roll up my shirt sleeve as she walks towards me. She pushes the long needle in to my arm causing me to flinch. Slowly she injects the medication.

She pulls the needle back out of me and places a bandaid over it. She place the syringe back into her case and heads for the door. "I want you to come see me in exactly one month, that's when the medicine will wear off."

I nod as she leaves. Well that went well. Every month I have to get a shot. I fucking hate shots. I open my book back up and place the bookmark in my lap.

I begin to read once more.

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I awake to a loud crashing sound. I jump causing my book to fall. I put the book back and follow the noise downstairs to the kitchen.

There stands Cameron with pots and pans and a huge mess. "Are you trying to cook?" I ask taking a seat at the kitchen island.

He sighs and nods taking off his apron. "Let's just go eat somewhere, for dinner." He says putting everything away and cleaning up everything.

"Where are we gonna eat?" I ask. "I'm kind of in the mood for McDonald's." He looks at me amused. "McDonald's?" He asks. I nod and giggle.

"Alright, let's go." Finally a break from fancy restraints. Don't get me wrong, I love dressing up and feeling like a princess and all but, it can get pretty boring and stressful at times.

Always having to behave. Do you want to know what's really hard, though? Keeping up with his rules.

"I want to play tonight." He says out of the blue. I look at him and smile. "A reward?" I ask. He nods and grabs his keys. "Wait we're changing." He cocks his eyebrow up at me.

"You can't go to McDonald's in a suit."

"Why not?" He asks. "Because it's McDonald's!" I look at him and he just looks so huggable. I run to him and wrap my arms around him.

"What are you doing?" He chuckles. I inhale deeply and take in his scent. His Axe cologne couldn't smell better. I love his scent. He puts just the right amount on.

"Hugging you." I say snuggling in to his chest. He wraps his arms around me giving me the feeling of safeness. "Come on." I say grabbing his hand and leading him to his bedroom.

"What are we doing?" He asks. I open his closet doors and begin looking through all his clothes. All he ha is really dressy clothes.

I move to his dresser and open the last drawer of it. Inside I find the same book. I look through it and there are the same multiple pictures of woman tied up in his playroom.

I tear up and go to the next page which is filled with the same things. "Sarah..." he says softly. "Do you take pictures of me?" I ask.

"No, I haven't."