Dr Sofia's POV
The next morning, I woke up with a new energy. I was back on the mission, and I felt great. My only challenge was posing as a wife to Anderson which shouldn't be too much of a problem.
Anderson's call last night, though at a wrong timing showed just how worried and scared he was, and Crawford couldn't be more pleased.
I pushed myself out of bed, and winced at the throbbing pain I felt in the middle 'down there', and the burning sensation I felt on my left cheek. Once I pushed my bathroom door open, I met Crawford whom I had almost forgotten about. He was stark naked, and covered in lather.
"Common, join me." He invited but I wasn't up for another round of sex this morning. I was too excited already.
"No, thanks. I will make use of the bathroom in the guestroom." I offered, walking away.
Last night was one of the few times I have had sex with Dr Crawford, and it was the best. Anderson's call was not able to interrupt us as I had feared, but it had manage to ignite our desires the more.
I opened the door to the guestroom, and sighed in dissatisfaction at the state of the room. Dust clung to the surfaces in the room like a second skin. The curtains, the window pane, the bed cover and pillows all reeked of dust.
I tried but it was hard to recall the last time the room was in use, and then it hit me. The night before Stuart's supposed surgery. Crawford had a sleep over, and it was impossible for either of us to keep our hands to ourselves.
Thinking about that night made me rethink my assessment. Last night is the second best, and the night before Stuart's surgery is the best.
We had sex in every corner. My bedroom floor, on the bed, the guestroom, on the kitchen floor, everywhere!
"Craw..." I started to say dreamily but I instantly stopped myself, and pushed every thought of last night or the night before Stuart's surgery aside.
I didn't realize that I was still standing in the middle of the room until I heard Crawford's voice from outside the door.
I opened the door to meet Crawford's surprised look.
"You've not showered yet?" He asked.
"I could not. It is too dusty." I said quickly, making my way past him towards my bedroom. I didn't want him to see the grin on my face.
The throbbing pain down there persisted, but I paid no attention to it.
Now in the comfort of my bathroom, I took a quick shower. I took extra care washing out my vagina so as not to intensify the pain I already felt there. The thought of going back to Medcorp, and getting back on the mission sent a thrilling sensation to coursing over me.
I heard my bedroom door open, and close, and I hastened up some more. I didn't want to upset Crawford by spending too much time in here.
"Are you done yet?" Crawford asked. He was right outside the bathroom door.
"Give me a minute." I said, moving towards the door. I had my hair was wrapped in a small sized towel, and another towel with an equally small size sparsely covered my body.
I stepped out of the bathroom, and headed towards the walk-in closet, pretending not to notice Mr Crawford's presence, his stares, and the most obvious - Crawford's quick, sharp breath the moment I stepped out of the bathroom.
I got to the closet and with a quick movement I hadn't expected, Mr Crawford blocked the entrance, his lustful eyes ravaging my exposed skin.
"Oh, common. We need to get to Stuart." I said in an attempt to stop him. I knew just where he was headed.
"Stuart is in the hands of Medcorp's best doctors." Crawford said, grabbing my waist.
"Not again, Crawford. Please." I replied, putting up a little fight. My wavering voice portrayed just how scared I felt.
"There is no having it easily with you, is there?" Crawford asked, tightening his grip on my waist. His anger reflected in his face and in his voice.
My little resistance against him awarded me a slap across my left cheek that sent both of my hands on the spot.
I felt the towel going off my body as Crawford pulled on it. Looking distastefully at me, Crawford dragged me into the closet, his eyes fixed on my naked body.
I made no attempt to resist anymore since I knew where it would lead, and I didn't want that.
A hard push from Crawford sent me sprawling on on the floor. I should scream, or fight harder, or just obey but there was no point. All the aforementioned reactions have been employed and was met with more brutality from Crawford
"Don't move." Crawford ordered, untying his belt.
I held my breath, not sure what to expect. Based on past experience, either of two things usually happens - I get beaten up, and then raped.
Yeah, raped!
This tyrant of a man has never been with me romantically, it has always been forceful, but then as much as it hurts, I enjoyed having sex with him a great deal.
I didn't realize that I now looked softly at Crawford until I felt a painful sting in my thigh where the skin of the belt gained contact.
"Aww." I cried out, biting my lower lips to keep my cries as soundless as I could.
"Now spread those legs." He ordered aggressively, and I obeyed immediately. It was hard to tell if I was driven to obedience by fear or by pleasure.
I did not realize that he was naked until he was kneeling beside me, and the tip of his now hardened dick pressed against my entrance with so much force.
I resisted, just as he wanted, and he became more violent, pushing himself deep inside me with so much force that for a moment, I felt like I was going to tear up in shreds.
After a few minutes of banging me on the hard floor, he stopped suddenly, and moved away from me.
Not sure of what is expected of me, I looked on. He went out of the closet, completely naked, and I wondered what could be important enough to stop Crawford's ride of pleasure.
I remained sprawled on the floor, not sure what Crawford wanted. After a few minutes, I became certain that he was done with me. Just when I made to stand up from my lying position, Crawford walked back in, naked still with his phone pressed against his left ear.
"Lie back down." He ordered with gritted teeth in between his conversation on the phone, and I went completely still.
After a few more exchange with the person at the other end, he disconnected the call, and his gaze was fixed on me.