Love For Sale

Chapter Three.

She forgot to lock the door. Of all the things she had grown accustomed to, all the things she has learned over the years, the most important one was to lock the fucking bathroom door. She made this mistake before. It was the first time he ever saw her when she was naked. She was just a child then. It was the first time he touched her and made her touch him. She was so innocent back then. She knew nothing about male and female anatomy or human reproduction. She was a prepubescent little girl with stars in her eyes and hopes for the future. He stole that from her on that day. He stole everything innocent about her. That was roughly fifteen years ago or so. Give or take a year. She had lost count.

Thoughts raced through her mind the instant she heard his voice. Why did she forget to lock the door? She began to panic and kick herself mentally for forgetting such a routine thing. She gripped the shower curtain and attempted to tightly wrap it around her. She hoped the plastic would become some sort of barrier between him and her. She felt the bruising begin to pulse between her legs. She still hadn't healed from the night before. Her legs threatened to buckle beneath her. Not today, please not today. She pleaded mentally. 

"Do you have permission to be in here Ari?"

He asked with slurred words while he tried to pry her fists from the shower curtain and remove the plastic barrier from between them. 

"Yes, mom told me to shower. You... You shouldn't be here. Mom will.."

"Mom will what? Were you about to lie to me about her coming home soon?"

As soon as the last word slurred from his mouth he backhanded her. Ariel went slipping to the bottom of the bathtub from the force of his hand. 

"Bitch, where do you get off telling me when my wife will be home?" He chuckled. "I sent her on an errand."

He knelt down and sat on the edge of the bathtub. He began to pet her wet hair and grope her breasts.

 "Much to my surprise, I thought she was in here showering before her trip to the store. But it's you in here. Do you know how happy that makes me?"

"Please don't." Ariel sobbed. 

"Awe.. Are you begging me for more? You promised you would be better last time. Are you ready to keep that promise now, my pet?" 

Ariel began to feel that too familiar sensation of her skin crawling. She knew she wasn't getting away from him. Though the thought had entered her mind to at least try to avoid it somehow. She curled her legs up against her chest. He saw her disgust in her body language and that made him mad. He gripped her by her hair and yanked her from the tub onto the bathroom floor.

"No, no please don't. I.. I don't feel very well. I might be sick. I could get you sick." 

He tisked as he yanked her hair into a fist and shook her around like a rag doll. He flipped her over effortlessly and bent her over the tub wall. 

"I'm not going to get sick you cunt. I just won't kiss you. I'm gonna fuck you somewhere new and then your going to lick my dick clean. Understand?" 

He pulled her long black hair and wrapped it around his fist. He yanked on it until she answered. 

"I understand."

"You understand... What?"

"I understand... Master."

"Good girl. I hope you like this new thing I am going to try. I'm sick and tired of pulling out of your tight little pussy and making a fucking mess everywhere." 

He began rubbing his fingers around her crack. She pretended to moan in pleasure. As much as she hated to pretend to enjoy him touching her, she knows it is better for her to do what she knows he likes her to do.