Dr Anderson's POV
Just like I observed when I inserted my fingers into her pussy, sliding in and out of her was way easier than usual.
I imagined Dr Sofia in bed with another, and I felt jealousy rising to my chest.
Exerting so much force, I thrusted in and out of her with the intention of hurting her, and her suddenly increased moaning was enough feedback that I was doing a great job.
"You are hurting me." She cried out after a while, but I continued, increasing my pace instead, until she became breathless.
After long minutes of thrusting in and out of her forcefully, during which she slashed and gnashed, I stopped to catch a breath.
"What was that about?" Dr Sofia asked, breathlessly after a few seconds.
"What?" I asked, feigning ignorance, and Dr Sofia rolled her eyes.
A few minutes of silence followed.
"You seemed a bit loose. Have you been seeing someone?" I asked without thinking, and immediately wished I could take the words back. It didn't matter if she is seeing someone or not.
"What? You don't get to ask me questions like that." Dr Sofia retorted, pissed. She was out of the bed the next instant, not caring that she is completely naked.
"What are you doing?" I asked when she began to pick the pyjamas from the floor.
"What does it look like? I'm sorry for bothering you in the first place. You were doing great with the porn you were watching." Dr Sofia replied, angry still.
"Come on Sofia, what is wrong with you? We are both medical practitioners, and you should know why I'm asking. Safety is paramount even in satisfying our urges, and you know it." I explained, even though my asking had nothing to do with safety. For reasons I do not know, I suddenly felt possessive of Dr Sofia, and wanted her only to myself.
The thought of her bedding with a different man caused an unfamiliar kind of anger to surge through me.
"I didn't think of it that way, but like you said we are both medical practitioners, so be rest assured that I play safe." Dr Sofia assured, flashing me a weak smile.
I watched as she released her hold on the pyjamas, causing it to fall back on the floor.
Our eyes met and held just then, and as though she read my mind, she walked towards me, and climbed on the bed.
"I guess we've rested enough." She said, licking her lips while her lusty eyes ravaged my naked body.
"Come on, Sofia. Can we just sleep, I'm so tired." I replied instead. I didn't feel like having sex with her at the moment anymore.
"Okay." She replied with a pout, and I planted a kiss on her lips.
"Not so fast, some more." She said, pulling me back when I made to withdraw.
"We should shower." I said when Dr Sofia let go of my lips at last, and with confusion, I watched Dr Sofia's sudden uneasiness, unable to tell why.
Dr Sofia's POV
From the hospital, I went straight home in dire need of a hot bath and a lengthy sleep. Just when I removed my shoes, I felt a buzzing sound from the inside of my briefcase, but dismissed it as I was certain it's a message from my network provider.
I felt another buzz less than a minute later, but I was not interested in whatever system maintenance they were notifying me about.
Arggh! I murmured in frustration when my phone began to ring. Now I will have to see those fucking notifications, I thought as I fished the phone from my briefcase.
It stopped ringing just as I located the phone, so I checked for the caller. It was Crawford.
"What does he want this time? I asked myself, but it was futile as I had no answer to that.
I opened my inbox just to mark the messages as read, and then I realized that both messages were from Crawford, and... No way!
"Hey Sofia, how much would you like me to visit again?" Read the first message, and the second read, "I take your silence as a yes, I'm on my way."
There's no way I'm letting Crawford spend the night here so soon. My left cheek burned, and so did my middle, many thanks to that tyrant of a man.
With lightning speed, I wore my shoes back, and raced out of my house, grabbing my briefcase at the last minute. With equal speed, I drove my car out of the compound, with no destination in mind. The only thing that mattered was to escape from Crawford's battery and rape, and so far I was doing well.
The phone rang again just then, and without checking for the caller, I answered it.
"Hello, Crawford." I said with feigned delight. It was so real that I could fall for it too.
"I'm close to your apartment, be ready to open up once I get there." Mr Crawford said in his usual commanding tone from the other end, and I scoffed.
"Oh, I'm not in. Is it urgent?" I asked with feign concern.
"Not really, I was hoping to finish up what we started earlier today, but since you are not in, I will head back home." Crawford said from the other end, and I felt like raising my middle finger.
Bastard!
I drove around for some minutes until I found myself in front of Anderson's door. At first, I wanted to go back home, or to a friend but the fear of running into Crawford and the fact that I had no friends was all the encouragement I needed to knock on the door.
Even though I worried about the reception I would receive from Anderson, I acted cool, as though I was an expected guest. Turned out I didn't need to put up much acting, as Anderson completely believed that I needed to celebrate my return to the mission with someone.
We had sex, one of the best sex we've ever had, safe for the easiness with which Anderson went in and out of me.
"... Have you been seeing someone?" I heard after we stopped to take a breath, and I lost it. Images of Mr Crawford from earlier today came rushing through my memory, and it made matters even worse.
I could not tell if my anger was borne out of guilt or not, but at that moment, I didn't care about getting home to Crawford to be hit and raped at the same time, or did I?
Anderson stopped me from making a rash move, and I couldn't be more relieved. It was past midnight and driving that late was not a good idea.
"We should shower." Anderson announced out of the blues, and it felt as if my eyes would pop out of their sockets.
"Uhm... Are you sure about that?" I asked, hoping he would change his mind.
"Of course, a shower will guarantee a better sleep experience." Anderson explained, but I know all that already, and I also know what he doesn't.
"You don't seem comfortable with the idea of taking a shower." Anderson pointed out, after a few minutes. He had probably waited for a reply from me, and got none.
"No, it's fine. Let's go." I said, leading the way to the bathroom. I needed to come up with a plausible story should the need arise, and so I explored my mind in search of one.
Once in the bathroom, Anderson attended to his own bathroom needs, while I stood at a corner and watched. The bathroom was well spaced and screamed of masculinity. Shaving kits occupied a good percentage of the room, and on the wall directly opposite me was a full length mirror.
With the mirror I studied my reflection, directing most of my focus on my face which was still covered in heavy make up.
"Why are you standing, you should shower too." Anderson said, holding a small quantity of water above my head, and threatening to pour it on me.
"I will shower, I just need more time." I replied, trying to visualize my face behind the makeup.
With a sigh of resignation, I began to shower. The mud-like water that ran through my chest told me that the makeup was washing off.
I resisted looking at the mirror, not sure what I will find, or how Anderson would react until I heard him ask in a bewildered voice,
"What happened your face?"