Page 18 of Healing Love

He peered at her face, seeing the signs of stress and fatigue. In spite of his nausea, he lifted his hand and placed it on her small shoulder. “You need to get out of here. Go eat something and rest. Come check on me in the morning. I’ll be safe until then.” Seeing doubt in her face, he chuckled, “I’ll keep retching enough to keep everyone out.”

Answering him with a smile, she followed his instructions. She slept fitfully again that night, but this time her rescuer had a face. One that stayed with her all night.

Sharon wondered where Ernesto’s wife was but didn’t ask. If he did not care what Consuella thought about his activities, then she refused to worry about it.

While his foreplay had been caring, once she was naked, he became a very selfish lover. Pounding into her for a few minutes, he pulled out and flipped her over giving her ass a slap. It stung but before she could process this new play, he slapped her hard several more times.

“Ouch, that hurts,” she protested, trying to turn around. Used to lovers acquiescing to her every whim, Ernesto’s dominance was painful.

“Shut up,” he ordered as he continued to thrust intoher. Within a few minutes, he pushed deep one more time as his orgasm overtook him. Rolling to the side, catching his breath, he lay panting.

Sharon, not having reached an orgasm, moved toward him in frustration. “That was our first time, honey, but I’ve got to tell you that I need a little more to get me going.”

The look he gave her would have incinerated other women, but she seemed oblivious. “You seem to misunderstand your position here,” he replied. “You come when I call. You service my needs when I say. And if you please me, then and only then will I consider your pleasure.”

Those words sunk in, and she wisely kept quiet. With a false smile, she just said, “Sure baby.”

Thirty minutes later she found herself back in the nurses’ dorm, tiptoeing in trying not to wake the others. The evening was not what she had hoped for, but she had every confidence that she could talk him around to whatever she wanted.

Miriam lay quietly in her bunk, hearing Sharon moving around. She had wondered if the other nurse would be gone all night, staying in the luxury of wherever Ernesto took her. Hearing her curse as she stubbed her toe, Miriam guessed that sex with the doctor was not all that Sharon had hoped for.

And even though she was still in the middle of this hellhole, she could not help but think that sex with Cam would be life changing.

8

The next morning, Miriam wanted to rush in to check on Cam but knew that she needed to see to her other duties first. Once completed she headed to the tent behind the infirmary, her heart pounding in her chest.

Pulling back the tent flap, she saw him sitting on the edge of the cot, his wan expression telling her that he had spent the night continuing to be sick. Quickly moving to him, she reached out to touch his forehead, finding it only slightly clammy.

“How are you? Are you still sick?”

He lifted his hand and gently clasped it around hers. “I’m fine, Miriam. I was careful with what I took. I made sure to retch a little this morning in case someone came in here before you.”

He continued to hold her hand as she lowered it from his face. Licking her lips, she glanced nervously toward the tent flap.

“I don’t think anyone will come in, since this is quarantined,” she said.

Nodding, he asked, “How are you doing today?”

“I’m…I…,” she stammered. “I don’t really know. I couldn’t sleep last night. I’m anxious, scared, and excited, all at the same time.”

“That’s normal,” he promised.

“I know they’re not going to let you stay much longer in here. They’re pretty rough on the workers.”

“Yeah, I figured that. I really wanted to make sure I got to see you today, though, so I’m glad you came.”

Her eyes darted to his in surprise. “Oh, you couldn’t have kept me away,” she gushed. “Just the thought that you are here—” Her voice broke as she attempted to regain control over her emotions. She felt his hand rubbing circles on hers as she took a deep breath.

“I’m here for you, Miriam. I told you yesterday that I’m working on a plan. That’s true. But I’ll need your cooperation as well.”

“Anything!” she promised.

“Chances are, when the opportunity presents itself for us to be able to leave, I’ll need you to be ready to go at the drop of a hat. Don’t know when or how right now, but I’m working on our escape.”

“I can do that,” she promised again, nodding her head enthusiastically while squeezing his hand.

He glanced down, seeing her small, pale hand still in his larger, tanned one.So different. So right.

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