Bring The Rain

Chapter 3

I searched through what little clothes I had left, looking for something sexy and something business worthy. I needed something good to wear to my interview and luckily I still had a few dress shirts, skirts, and a black blazer. Javier felt like I didn't need to dress up and began to throw away most of my clothes that he didn't care for. I'm just happy he let me keep these few items, after convincing him that they were for church services.
   Once I moved in with him Javier changed drastically, at first he cut me off from family and friends, taking my cell phone and keys, telling me I didn't need to go out or see anyone else, he was all that I needed. Then the name calling started, when we first met he loved my curves and the chubby parts that came with them, but eventually I was "fat" and anything that was slightly revealing or too tight made me a "slut" and a "whore" who wanted to get attention from other men. His words slowly broke me down and the dimples in the legs and the jiggle of my tummy that I once thought made me cute began to seem hideous.
   Sometimes I would try to dress cute for him, just in our apartment where only he could see me, hoping he'd remember the parts of me that he fell in love with. He would tell me I was too big for it or that my stomach was even bigger then my ass so why try. His words cut me deep and even though he acted as if I were the ugliest girl in the world that didn't stop him from fucking me. I couldn't even be turned on by him any more, he was rough and quick, 5 minutes of lame ass back shots and he was cumming on my ass. Why would I want to have sex with him when he made me feel so bad, I gave this man my virginity when I was 17 and although it wasn't great he at least made sure that it was something I wanted to do with him. Now I have no choice, he comes home, eats dinner and eventually I have to bend over and let him have his way.
   I can't remember the last time he told me he loved me or showed me he appreciated me in any way. At this point I'm constantly walking on eggshells to ensure his happiness and making sure I don't upset him. Tonight would be different, I know how horny he is when he comes home drunk, he won't have to make me have sex with him, I'll happily give it up to him and when I do I planned to get him to agree to let me find a job.
    I cooked dinner and left it in the oven to stay warm. I showered then used Victoria Secret Crimson Berries to lotion my  body then I sprayed myself in a perfume of the same scent. Javier refuses to let me wear perfume when I go out because he doesn't want other men to be enticed by the smell. He had so many rules for me and I tried my best to follow them but I convinced him to let me keep this set because it was a Christmas gift from my family; he agreed but I could only wear it for him. After I finished getting ready I wanted to put on something cute for him but I had nothing, no lingerie, no thongs, not even a pair of lacy panties. Javier didn't want me wearing any of that. The only thing I had left was a red silk robe that he had given me on our first anniversary. I figured he would only call me names if I tried to dress up anyway so I grabbed the robe, putting it on and turning to the mirror. I fluffed out my hair that was now a voluminous twist out and applied a little lip gloss, something else I couldn't wear outside of the home.
  The screen on my phone flashed as I got a notification, it was a text from Javier "be home soon". It wasn't a sweet gesture to let me know that he would soon be with me, it was a warning that I better have the house cleaned and food ready when he walked in the door. I walked back to the stove taking out the steak and roasted potatoes, putting  them on plates and getting a beer from the fridge. I sat everything on the table and grabbed some candles from the closet. I lit the candles and turned off most of the lights trying to make the scene more romantic. 
    I was starving but eating dinner without Javier also wasn't allowed. He said that he was the man of the house and he should eat first, and I was fat anyway so I could wait. I hated Javier for every mean thing he had said to me over the last two years and every slap that came my way when I pushed to have some freedom. I moved that hatred to the back of my mind and waited impatiently for him to come home.
   I was waiting at the table when Javier walked through the door. I could smell the tequila and booze coming off his skin, but at least he wasn't usually an angry drunk. I tried to give him my best smile and my sweetest voice; "I missed you baby" I greeted, santuring towards him. "I made dinner for you so we can eat together". He just stared me down, from my head to my toes, "I already ate" he stated coldly. I slaved away making this damn food all because he said I have to cook dinner every night, and he comes home to tell me he doesn't want it?! He was such an asshole at times and he knew it. I swallowed back the string of curse words I had for him and continued to smile. "That's ok baby, we can eat it later", my stomach was growling and I wanted to eat now but I could worry about that later, right now I had a mission to accomplish. 
    I ran my hands down his chest toward his waist, there were no words that needed to be said, I knew he would be horny after a few hours of drinking and I could use that to my advantage. I kissed his neck and undid his belt, sliding my hands in his jeans. I grabbed his hardening member and I could feel it twitch in my warm hands. I got on my knees in front of him and pulled down his jeans and then his boxes, his dick was a good length but it was scrawny, I always felt like I needed a little more to really enjoy sex. But I was determined to tolerate anything I needed to tonight in order to make him happy.  I gently stroked him until he was fully hard and using my other hand I massaged his balls the way that he liked. Flicking my tongue out I licked the head and swirled my tongue all over his cock that was now rock hard and oozing pre cum. Javier grabbed my hair quickly pulling me away from him "I don't wanna come yet". I mentally rolled my eyes, I had just started and already he was about to pop, at least that meant this would be over quickly and I was fine with that.
   He pulled me to my feet yanking off my robe and pushing me on the hard leather couch. He climbed on top of me, sucked my nipples, biting them and roughly squeezing my breast; it wasn't pleasurable, it was only painful. I winced as he pulled on my nipples but I didn't dare stop him, I wasn't willing to risk angering him. He got off of me taking off his clothes, he stood over me using his knee to push my legs apart and climbed between them. "Javier" I protested, "NO" his words were an even tone but I could hear the emotions behind them, his light brown eyes stared down into mine "You want a job right? For our baby? If you really want it then prove it to me". I knew what he was asking, before I could beg him to get a condom he stopped me, he wanted me to get pregnant and prove I was really willing to be with him. I took my time responding, even though I'm on birth control I hated to let him cum inside me, I had always made him pull out. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, I had to do this no matter how much I hated it. I couldn't bring myself to utter the words, the man that I once wanted to spend my life with now disgusted me and the thought of having to raise a child with him made me sick. I did the next best thing, looking into his eyes I pulled my legs up into a V shape "fuck me", were the only words I said but that's all he needed to hear.
   He smiled like a fat kid who just got chocolate cake, and I smiled too knowing he wouldn't be able to get me pregnant right now no matter how hard he tried. He pounced on me and was fucking me in seconds, his strokes were fast and rough making it uncomfortable for me. I wanted it to be over as quickly as possible so I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer, kissing and licking that spot on his neck that I knew would send him over the edge. About three minutes after we started we were done, Javier didn't pull out and he didn't even bother to get the hell off of me after he came, he just laid his heavy ass on me for a moment. 
   After another few minutes went by I lightly pushed on his chest, "you're heavy". He got himself together as best he could in his drunken state and got off of me. He sat beside me on the couch and pulled me up to a sitting position. He moved me onto his lap and cuddled me, this was extremely rare, Javier usually nutted then left me but tonight he seemed different. He stroked my back softly "I've been waiting for this! Now that we're gonna have a baby everything will be ok, I promise you Ara, I'll be better". His words stabbed my heart, I wanted to believe him so badly but Javier made promises that he couldn't keep. I wasn't going to stick around with an emotionally and physically abusive man just because he said he would change. I would stop that pattern right now and never let my future child see it happen. 
   I saw this as my chance, there would never be another opportunity for him to be in a mood as good as this. "Javier, we live in a one bedroom, we need more space for a baby, let me get a job so I can help us out. We can make things better together". He didn't respond for a moment and I was worried that I had angered him, after what seemed like a lifetime of silence he finally spoke; "you can work for now, but once the baby is born you're staying home". That was all I needed to hear! I hugged him and gave him a genuine kiss, "thank you"! My plan was finally coming together and soon I would have everything I wanted.