Chapter 7
Now that Sharon was no longer an intern, her hospital hours were shortened a bit, and she was allowed to take every other Sunday off, in addition to having Mondays off. The last Sunday in June was one of her days off, and she had decided to lounge in bed a little longer.
She was therefore surprised when the connecting bathroom door opened, and Lamont walked in. He looked her over, noting how freshly scrubbed her face and body were. She had risen an hour ago to take a shower, and then had returned to bed. He, on the other hand, looked like he needed a shave. She knew that when he worked, he took some few hours out for sleeping, but otherwise worked day and night. Other than sleeping, his only break came at the supper table.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" she asked, knowing full well what he was doing there, but determined to act the resisting female all over again, certain this was what he wanted.
"I want to fuck you," he said blatantly.
By now, Sharon had come to accept the fact that fuck was not a dirty word. It was the most accurate word in the English language to describe sexual intercourse.
"I-I'm not ready right now," she insisted.
"You're ready," he snarled. "Even though I've been working, I've been keeping tabs on you. I know you had your menstrual cycle last week, so there's no way you can con me into believing otherwise."
"I wasn't going to claim otherwise," she insisted. "It's just that a woman likes to be made ready, to be wooed. Sometimes we even like being the aggressor, if your male ego can stand up to it."
"Who do you think you're kidding?" he laughed. "You hate it when I touch you until I get you to such a fevered pitch, you need my cock."
"You know," she told him. "You made me a promise of sorts the last time, when you made me, well, you know ..."
"When I made you suck my cock," he shrugged. "That's the correct terminology. Yes, I made you suck my cock, and I'm still recalling how pleasant it felt."
"Well you said something about performing cunnilingus, at the time," she reminded him.
"So you want to find out what it's like to have your cunt lapped, eh!" he laughed.
"I don't know if I want anything considering the way you look," she told him. "You have a two-day-old beard that's certain to scratch me, and you know how tender that area is."
"Honey, I don't care what you want," he shrugged. "HI lap that pussy of yours if you want, and then I'll fuck you. But if you don't want your cunt licked, then we'll have to settle for plain fucking."
"Can't you be gentle about it.?" she asked.
"When you deserve gentle treatment, you'll get it," he assured her. Until then, you'll be treated exactly the way I want to treat you."
"For God's sake, pretend, just for a little while," she pleaded. "Or is it impossible for you to show any gentleness."
"Impossible?" he laughed. "Nothing's impossible, but why should I have to be gentle with you? You're my property for as long as we both agree. I can handle you any which way I choose as long as I don't damage you."
"I don't believe for a moment that you know what it means to love a woman tenderly," she insisted.
"Oh no? Well, I'll show you, for a little while. But when I fuck you, forget about my being gentle."