It all began so normally, Cinnamon checked her charts just as she did every morning when she began her shift at Memorial. It was an unusually "slow" week at the hospital. She only had three patients to care for, which meant, everyone would be able to have exceptional care. As she walked into the first room, she saw a strong, older man. He was in his early 40's, with a shaven head, and dark, cold eyes. As she checked his chart, she noticed he had been transported here once he arrived back in the US. A Captain from the Army, wounded in Iraq. This was the first Iraqi Veteran that Cinnamon had cared for- she had a soft spot for vets, since her late father was an Major in the Army.
"Hi Darryl, I'm Cinnamon, I'm your nurse for the week. If there's anything I can do to make you more comfortable, please, let me know."
There was complete silence as he looked her up and down. His eyes drinking in the first sight of a "real" woman in months. It had been so long since he had known the touch of a woman, the feel, the taste- everything. Cinnamon began to blush, knowing he was eyeing her, and that she found him equally attractive.
Each day that she had to change his bandages got more difficult. He would grab her hand, holding it as he looked into her eyes. He knew her heart was racing, and that she wanted him, just as much as he wanted her. Cinnamon, being a professional, knew she to keep things strictly platonic. There was no room for romance between patients and nurses.
Darryl entered her thoughts constantly. She often dreamt of him touching her, feeling his strong hands on her breasts, fondling her. Her nipples would get hard at the mere thought of him suckling them. His fingers- so big, they would feel so good inside of her bald pussy. At night, she would lay in her bed, rubbing her clit, imagining Darryl fingering her- and licking her. His soft lips, she knew they would feel so good sucking her swollen clit.
The following day, Cinnamon went into work. She knew it was going to be Darryl's last day, that he would be returning to his base, which was 50 miles away. Going in to work would be hard for her. She knew she wanted to see him again, on a personal level, but knew crossing that line at the hospital was out of the question. As she began to leave her house, something just didn't feel right. It felt as if someone were watching her. She shook off the feeling, and headed for the hospital.
When she arrived, her heart was broken. Darryl had already been discharged. She didn't even get to say good-bye. She was hurt, but thought it was probably for the best, as he was a patient. A patient who brought her wonderful fantasies and mind-blowing orgasms. She was so ashamed of herself for letting him get to her in such a manner. Besides, she had a couple of weeks of vacation coming up in a few days, and she couldn't let her mind get fogged with thoughts of an unattainable man. She had to make sure her mind was on the job.
A full week had now gone by. Cinnamon had worked 3 double shifts, and was absolutely exhausted. As she fumbled for her keys, she felt a rag being placed over her face. There wasn't time to fight. Before she could take her next breath, she was out like a light.
When she finally regained consciousness, she found herself completely naked, laying on a huge soft bed. The room was dimly lit, but she could tell she was in a cabin. Grabbing at the down blanket, she snuggled up in it, too terrified to move. The door to the room opened. A tall, muscular man in fatigues stood before her.
"So, my angel decided to finally wake up?"
Cinnamon knew this voice. She knew it all too well. Darryl.
"Darryl, what.... what happened? Where am I? What..." Cinnamon asked, trembling as she looked up into his dark, cold eyes.
"You know what happened, and why you're here. You wanted this just as much as I did. I saw you. I heard you call my name," he reply, grinning down at her.
Cinnamon, trembling, realized that he had been watching her. That he had seen EVERYTHING. The nights she pinched her nipples, and rubbed her bald pussy- cumming so hard, thinking of Darryl. She was embarrassed, and scared. It was true, she had wanted to be with him, but not like this- and certainly, she wanted things to have unfolded differently. She, now, had no idea what he was capable of- if he was going to rape her, torture her, or... kill her. Panic set in, and he could tell it.
"Cinnamon, you do exactly as I say, and I won't hurt you. Do you understand?"
She nodded, trembling as he sat down on the bed.
"Take those covers off of you. I like looking at your body," Darryl ordered, his eyes roaming over her body.
"I... I.. I'm a... virgin," was all Cinnamon was able to say, as she slowly pulled the covers off of her tender body.
The cool air in the cabin made her nipples painfully erect, a sight that made Darryl even harder than he was before. His strong hand caressed Cinnamon's porcelain check.
"You're so beautiful, Cinnamon, so perfect. I'm glad I chose you. I've been waiting a long time to find an angel as perfect as you. So pure, so innocent. You're all I knew you would be," Darryl said as his hand moved to her breast, fondling her gently.
A soft moan escaped Cinnamon's lips as his fingers rolled her hard nipple, causing her to rub her legs together. Her pussy was beginning to get wet. She was so embarrassed, and still scared. Even though Darryl has been gentle with her thus far, who's to say he wouldn't change, and harm her?
