Chapter 3

It was over and she lay by herself, alone in her bed. There was so much to think about, but more important than the future was a re-living of the past.

He had held her close all during their joint orgasms, and afterward had continued clinging to her as he sat back in the chair. She made a mental note to have the chair cushion scrubbed in the morning. All the while he had continued clinging to her, whispering sweet nothings to her, making her feel a warmth and security she had never dreamed possible. This then, was what being with another person was all about, especially if one felt something for that other person.

Sharon wouldn't have admitted it to him for the world, but she was learning what it was like to fall in love. It seemed only fitting that she love the one man who had professed love to her. The only trouble was, he wasn't speaking words of love any longer. Obviously he mistrusted her, and she knew he had good reason. She would have to dispel that mistrust. It would take time. This she knew. He still regarded her with suspicion, certain all she was after was his money. But it was more than money for Sharon now, much more than money. For the first time she had been able to understand the kind of security her mother had felt with her father. It was the only kind of security even stronger than that which a child feels when with its parents.

Almost an hour after they had come down from their orgasmic highs, Lamont had gone into the bathroom and washed himself. Then he had emerged and dressed. Taking out his wallet, he asked her how much rent she was paying on the apartment, and that had angered her. For a little while she had forgotten how much she would need next month's rent, due in a little over two weeks. Still, his offering her money made her feel cheap and degraded.

"I don't want your money," she had told him. 'To be frank, I want you. I'll admit when I set out to chase after you, I was interested in you primarily for financial security. However, you've kind of changed my ideas. I want you Lamont, and I won't settle for less. Like the song says. 'With me it's all or nothing.' If you feel I'm not worth everything, then I'd just as soon have nothing."

"What are you trying to say?" he asked. "Be blunt for a change, but try being honest, too."

"All I'm saying is, you've taught me what it's like to feel secure just being with a person," she replied. "I won't lie and tell you money makes no difference. Money makes a lot of difference. It changed you from a somewhat unsure individual to a very sure person. If it makes a difference in you, there's no reason why my wanting it should make me worse.

"That's honesty, so far," he nodded.

"I'll go further," she replied. "If I had to live my life over again, I don't think I'd do anything differently. But I'll say this much. You've taught me what it feels like to have one's emotions stirred. I'm not just talking about sexual contact. I'm talking about inner emotions. Maybe if I had become involved with another man I might have felt the same stirrings, but I doubt it. I'm not going to blurt out that I love you."

"If you did I'd walk out," he nodded. "I don't know if you're capable of loving anyone other than Sharon."

"You have every right to believe as you do," she nodded. "But I'd like to prove to you that I am capable of loving. I'm capable of falling in love with you."

"Well...." he said, exhaling. "That's a mighty powerful statement. Just how far are you willing to go to back it up?"

"All the way," she responded.

"I'll take you up on that."

"How?"

"When is you day off?" he asked. "Friday," she replied.

"Fine, Friday we're going to move you out of here. You're coming back to the other side of the parkway and live in what is now my house with me."

"But the hospital...."

"You'll continue to work in the hospital, only it'll take you a little longer to get there from now on," he told her. "My chauffeur will bring you there every morning, and bring you back in the evening."

"But if things don't work out, then what?" she asked. "I'll have no apartment, no security...."

"From what your parents told me, you had exactly two weeks left in this apartment because you were unable to come up with the rent." he said to her. "I'll tack an extra two weeks onto any days I'll owe you if the two of us do separate. I'll find you another apartment and help you move in. I'll pay the rent, one day for everyday you spend with me, plus two weeks."

"I see," she nodded.

"But while you live with me, in order to prove just how much you think you might learn to love me, you'll do anything I say, no matter how degrading. Anything!"

"All right," she nodded. "Anything!"

"You see, Sharon, I not only have to be sure of you, but I have to be sure of myself. I have to be certain the feeling I have for you are really love," he insisted.

"Yes, of course," she nodded.

Deep down she was certain that the man still loved her. No one was capable of such an intense orgasm without feeling something emotional, as well. It only remained for her to tap that emotional wellspring and bring it gushering out. Perhaps she might discover that what she felt for him was love, too. If so, all well and good. If not, well aside from some other perversions he undoubtedly had in mind to test her, she was fairly certain she would be no worse off than she was at present.

Lying in her bed, all alone after he had gone, she thought about it and decided she wasn't really certain about her feeling for Lamont, except for the fact that she did feel something. Was it love? Was it hate because of what he had made her do?

Whatever it was, time alone would tell. Right now it was time for her to get some sleep. Her shift at the hospital always began at seven in the morning.

Turning on her side, she sighed, remembering the feel of that monstrous penis in her vagina. It had hurt so much in the beginning, but the pleasure it had given her afterward had intensified a thousandfold. Imagine! She, Sahron Seeley, was about to become someone's mistress. Never in a million years would she have imagined it happening to her. Yet here it was, taking place. She wondered if a mistress did things that didn't pertain to sex. Shrugging to herself, she drifted off to sleep, certain she would eventually find out.