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Chapter Four


Susan woke up tired. Last night had been quite the night. She still felt sore around her private regions. She sighed and rolled over in bed. That was the thing with rough sex. At the moment, it would always feel like heaven was about to fall, but when everything was done and the day dawned, the body would suffer for the pleasures that it enjoyed.


Last night, she had been with Morrison in their big house…wait! She looked around her. Of course, she was still in the big house. What did she think she was doing? This was not a dream. She sat up from the bed and was about to rush off when she realized she was naked. She could still feel the big boy’s hand around her neck. It was choking and everything that she could conjure up to free her mind from the present.


The door to the room suddenly burst open, and she quickly shrank back into the blanket. There, at the door, naked except only for a pair of briefs around his waist, Morrison stood, smiling like a fool.


“Knocked you out last night, didn’t I?” he asked, a stupid grin replacing the smile.

Susan’s eyes traveled to his broad, bulging chest, the sizeable nipples, and the abs on his tummy that seemed to be carved from stone before she pulled them away. She had to be on her way to work right now.


“Where are my clothes?” she asked.

“Wasted. Don’t you remember?”

“Remember what?”

“We had the maddest sex last night. I had you pinned down and…”

“I need to get to work.”

“You work?”

“Jesus Christ…”

“Okay, okay. I got you something to wear. I didn’t think you were going so soon. Your friend is still with my brother.”


What he was holding up was worse than being naked. A cheerleader outfit that would make her stand out in the crowd. Susan knew she was stubborn and the black sheep of her family. She knew she did not really give a fuck what anyone says. But this morning, she was feeling a little bit out of it, and had no plans of drawing attention to herself.


“What is that?” she asked.

“Clothes,” Morrison replied. “Wear them, you will look sexy and hot in them for your work…’

“Where is my friend?” Susan asked, cutting him off.

“Hey, you cannot keep doing that. You wanted it, and I gave it to you. What do you feel so cross about?”


Anna’s gown was finally what she wore out of the house, and it felt inappropriate as she sat down at a corner of the bus, pulling her legs together. She would be late, a chance for the head doctor to should at her, although she highly doubted that. After what happened between them the last time, she felt he would be a little more lenient towards her.


Carl was not lenient towards her.


“This is the fourth time in a single month that you are coming late,” the elderly matron said.


She was really the one that ran the place. Carl had the name and the place on some days when he wanted. Other than that, he was always in and out; taking a look at patients, talking to them, and running back home. Carl hardly had anything to do with the nurses except when they were just employed. That was how she had seen Carl. She thought she felt something for him. Now, she did not know.


“I’m talking to you,” the woman said. She was already red in the face. If she had her way, Susan would no longer be working here.

“I’m sorry, Mrs… Gunner. I had an emergency this morning,” Susan lied.


Well, she thought, maybe it was not a lie. She woke up this morning feeling like shit. She felt all the more shitty when she saw Morrison’s body and realized that she still felt hot and would succumb to his charms if the boy wanted to fuck her again. Good thing the boy was dumb this morning, or she would not have made it to work at all.


“Also your fourth emergency,” Mrs. Gunner said.


From the corner of Susan’s eyes, she saw Carl’s office door pull open. Carl came onto the hallway and their eyes met. Carl looked away as if he had never seen her in his life before.

Shocked, she watched him pass, still thinking of the sexcapade that had played out in his office just last week.

Mrs. Gunner was still going on and on about something, but Susan was no longer listening. She felt hurt and felt stupid for feeling hurt. After all, they both owed each other nothing. The incident at the office was just what it was, yet she did not know why she kept thinking about the doctor.

Well, last night, you did not think about him, did you?

Susan frowned at her mind.


“I will have to let the head doctor know. If you keep going this way, we will have no option than to let you go and pick up something more efficient, dependable and serious with their work. This is about the lives of other people, not just you…”


The words kept coming. When finally, Susan was freed from the woman’s admonishments, she began to make her own rounds. She had patients to oversee and talk to, and for a while, it kept her away from her mind. But soon her round was done, and she was back at the reception.


“Doctor Carl does not seem happy today,” one of the nurses said.

“Doesn’t seem sad or angry either,” another nurse said.


This one was tiny and tall. Her face seemed like that of a predator because of her big eyes and tiny nose; distinguishable features, yet Susan struggled to remember her name or the name of any of the other nurses.


“He seems aloof,” another one added.

“He’s always that way anyway.”

The predator look-alike turned it where Susan was seated.

“Hey, you are the only one the doctor has ever laughed with. Susan smiled sadly. “Well, not anymore.

The room was filled with cold from the air conditioner that he had turned to the extreme. It was so cold that he was freezing, yet he lay under the blanket and shivered the cold away.

Speaking about cold, Carl thought and cringed, he had been cold today. Work was no longer fun. Maybe if he had resisted the girl that came to his office last week, nothing would have changed.


“Fuck,” he muttered.


Somehow, he had felt obligated to talk to the girl. He had seen the matron giving her the talk, and although he had felt like saving her from the cranky old woman, he had been in a conflict with himself. There was the part of him that kept reminding him of how bad it was for him to be entangled romantically with one of the workers below him. It had brought him a lot of regret in the past. These hide and seek relationships were not the best thing for him right now. But then, he did not know what was best for him anyway.


He stood up and walked over to the switch and finally turned the cold off. He had punished himself enough for the day, or maybe not. Seeing the look of betrayal in her eyes as he walked past without even a simple ‘hello’ still hunted him. Beautiful eyes with long lashes. Well, now, they had another purpose in his mind: to make him feel miserable.


He walked to his window and stared outside. Mrs. Naismith was seated by her verandah alone, drinking what looked to him like a cup of tea. Mrs. Naismith, a confusing woman. One morning, she would be all bubbly and full of life and warmth, making her neighbors feel welcome with her wise cracks. The next, she would be cold, so cold that winter would be coming for lessons from her. Greetings would be grunted to; waves would be ignored; and every attempt at a chitchat with her would fall flat on its face. Carl felt like he was Mrs. Naismith now. He knew he would never like the woman. At first, when he had recently moved into the neighborhood, Mrs. Naismith was the first person who made his acquaintance, then she acted cold one day, embarrassing him.

Subsequently, he had largely ignored her, even when she was at her warmest. Carl hated falling for the same thing twice.


He looked closer at the woman and discovered that she was smoking as well. She was doing everything that he wanted to do, but she was doing it alone. He wanted to do it with the gooey-eyed nurse whom he had ignored throughout today.

Carl walked away from the window and moved towards the telephone on the little side-stool by the sofa.

Maybe, he could call her. His hand was on the numbers when he realized that he did not have the girl’s number. “Well, damn it!” he cursed.

Chapter Five


There was something about Susan that she wished do much to change. If it was possible, she would wish away her mind and become mindless. Drinking gave her some succor because it dulled her mind. Filling her body with Marijuana did more magic than the drinks. It made her forget who she was and where she was running from. Apart from all of this, sex was the ultimate.

When she was caught up in the pleasure-making exercise, she could hardly ever remember that she was the runaway heiress to some great fortunes.

Her life would not suck as badly as it did every time she remembered that there were things that she could not have because of her stubbornness. But she could not imagine going back to her parents. They were the reason she left their house in the first place. She wanted freedom to see the world. So far, it has been good. She had been able to keep her thoughts at bay, all the regrets that were piling up, telling her what a foolish girl she was for leaving such a rich life behind, until she seduced Carl.

Even Anna did not know where she was really from. It was a secret that she kept close to heart, one she had tried to forget.


That evening, when Susan got back to her apartment, she rummaged through every corner, looking for the blunt that Anna had rolled for her. She wanted to blur her mind rather than have it on someone who no longer cared about her existence.


“I made the move anyway,” she muttered. “Maybe he did not want that.”


That was the thing with fuck. During the fuck, everyone seemed to be so into the other, but at the end, it was just what it was, a fuck. She could never see herself developing feelings for someone because of sex. It was something that was alien to her world.

Well, until she met Carl.

She made sure her door was locked pulled off her clothes and sat on the floor in her pant and bra. Then she lit the blunt and started inhaling. Her mind was still sharp, going over the events of the day, the distance between them in Carl’s eyes, the way he walked past her and the matron like the did not even exist.


“Maybe it was because I came late,” she said, realizing how funny it sounded.


She kept the laughter in and took another drag at her blunt. It did not matter anyway, not anymore. What mattered was the now.


The smoke spiraled up and disappeared. Where does it go? She thought, them she realized she was getting high. The effect of the blunt she was inhaling was already getting to her. It was a good thing.

She was a bad bitch, and bad bitches do not think about feeble men like Carl, let alone allow them worry their minds. Now, all she needed was a good, wild fuck.

Her phone started ringing, as if on cue. It was a little distance from where she was. She tried to stand up, but realized that she was not steady on her feet. The distance seemed farther than just the other end of the room. The phone sat on her bed, braying. Why did she not take the little cell phone with her to where she sat? She thought angrily as she started moving towards her phone. She took her time. By the time she got there, the phone was no longer ringing. She checked the number. It was an unregistered number. So she called back and kept the phone to her ears.


“Hey, big girl, I asked you to call me,” a deep voice, instantly recognizable came over the phone. The sound of the voice did something to Susan. She could feel her middle growing hot.


“Morrison,” she said, “come over.”

“What? I don’t even know where you live.”

“Well, find it the way you got my number. And be fast before I change my mind.”


She ended the call and sat on the bed.


“Was that harsh, Susan?” she asked herself.

“No, no it was not,” she replied. “He does not need to know how badly I want this.”


Fifteen minutes flew by, and a knock at the door announced the presence of someone at the door. Susan did not bother getting into a robe. She walked to the door and pulled it open.

Morrison stood outside, a hulk of a man. She dragged him in, shutting the door and planted a long kiss on his lips. His rough hands went round her again.


“You want it, eh?” he asked, chuckling.

“Own me,” she said.


She had not noticed the bag that Morrison came with. The big man pulled the tiny pieces of clothes on her that was separating her from nakedness, pulled her hands behind her, produced a cuff from his bag and cuffed her.

Then he placed her on her bed while he pulled off his own clothes. Blood had pumped down to his groin region that when he pulled his briefs, his hardness sprang out, taut and ready. Susan did not remember it being so big.


He pulled Susan’s head to the edge of the bed and bent towards her lips with his hardness. She accepted it, putting her lips around the mass of turgid muscles and giant veins. Her hands were still cuffed behind her back, and she lay on them. He grabbed her neck, choking her and began thrusting into her mouth.


Her boobs bounced back and forth as he moved, an excellent piece of art. The nipples were standing, stretched to their limit, big, long and inviting.

Morrison’s big hand remained on Susan’s neck while the other reached to her boobs, massaging them, one after the other.

Finally, he brought the second hand around to her face and clamped it over her nose. While she struggled for breath, he fucked her throat. He let her struggled for some seconds, then he slipped out of her mouth, his cock, slippery with saliva.


Bending towards her, he turned her, so that her warmth rested in his face and her head right in front of his hardness. He ravaged her, eating her warmth like a hungry beast while she squirmed, unable to get the focus needed to return the favor. Her hands were still tied behind her. He held the hands and her waist to keep her in place.


When he was tired of the position, he set her down on the bed and turned her backside to him. Three slaps and her butt cheeks were reddened before he slipped into her through the back. It was obvious that he was big, perhaps too big, but her wetness made things easy. It did not stop her from screaming, however, as he began moving from the back. He held the handcuffed hands and slammed into her like tomorrow was an alien thought and today was all that they had.


“I missed your slippery insides,” he admitted.


She could not hear him properly through all the pleasure that was racking through her body.

She asked him to own her, and he was doing just that.

He smacked her ass cheeks and pounded harder. Her room was full of her moans and Morrison’s movements. The pitiful thoughts she had earlier had completely exorcized. What she needed, she had found.

Her phone was ringing again, but she knew she was not going to pick the call, at least, not until Morrison was done.


The next thing she knew was that he had grabbed her hair, pulling her neck backwards as he fucked her from behind, groaning with a voice that further drove her insane.

He soon decided to switch things up and let her out of the cuffs. He flung her on her own bed and cuffed one of her wrists to the bed post, then he got on top of her, slipping in smoothly like before.

But before he started thrusting her, he clamped his hand over her mouth and nose. With the other he grabbed her neck, then he began thrusting.

Her moans and screams were locked in her thrust. The more he fucked her, the closer she felt to tumbling over the edge and to dying her face turned red all over. Her eyes were wild as she struggled for breath. His breath was against her face. The more she struggled, the more she realized that she was not going to break free. Just before she climaxed, she decides there was nothing to regret before she died. As her body shook violently from the orgasm that Morrison had raked up in her body, he pulled his hand of her mouth and nose.


She continued shaking like a lone leaf on a windy night, taking huge gulps of breath while Morrison stood up from her, watching with a smile on his face.


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