Page 5 of Sweet Possession
“And no, I won’t shut the door. I may not be allowed to touch you, butI’m not going to miss the opportunity to see what you’re hiding under those clothes. Now. Get. In. The. Shower.”
Tears slid down my cheeks as I turned my back on him. I knew Ididn’t have a choice in the matter. If I didn’t take my clothes off myself, he’d remove them for me.
I wasn’t a fighter, I wasn’t someone who argued back because if Iever tried to argue with my dad, it resulted in punishment. Besides,evenif I could stand up for myself, trying to fight back against Dwayne wouldn’t get me anywhere, except more bruises, and his hands on my body while he forced me to shower.
With shaky hands, I lifted my dirty jumper off and dropped it on thefloor. My head screamed at me to stop as I reluctantly peeled my jeans off, throwing them down with my jumper.
Hopelessness romped through me as I reached around andunclasped my bra, and when it fell to the floor, Dwayne muttered a curse. A sob formed in my throat, but I managed to hold it in, knowing my distress would only encourage him.
“Now the panties,”he drawled. I could feel his gaze burning into myskin, and I wanted nothing more than to bleach every inch of my body, scrub it with a metal brush until it was raw,justso I couldn’t feel his evil stare on me any longer.
Squeezing my eyes closed, I lowered my panties to the floor andstepped out of them. This time when Dwayne groaned low and appreciatively, I couldn’t stop the sob from escaping.
Keeping my back to him, I hit the button to start the shower andstepped under the stream, gasping when freezing water hit my body. In an instant, my nipples hardened to the point where they ached.
Sucking in a deep breath, I ran my hands over my shivering body,hoping I could clean up withjustthe water, and not have to turn around to getthe soap for fear of seeing what Dwayne was doing behind me.The noises coming from him told methatwhatever he was doing would engrave itself in my memory forever.
“Turn around darlin’. Let me see your pretty little cunt,”he said, as ifsensing my apprehension.
I counted to three to give myself a few seconds to brace for what Iwas about to find. Hesitantly, I turned, and my eyes widened in sheer horror to find him with his pants pulled down to his thighs, his hand wrapped around his hard penis, and he was sliding it up and down his length.
It was the first time I’d ever seen a man’s penis. I was a virgin, I’dneverevenkissed a boy before, much less looked at or touched a penis.
My gaze quickly snapped to his face, not wanting to watch what hewas doing to himself. His eyes trailed all over my body before coming to settle on the apex of my thighs where I was now free of any hair.
The day after I was brought here, I was taken to a room whereDwayne and another man held me down so a woman could wax my intimate parts. Afterwards, she used a needle to put a small rod in my upper arm, telling me it was a contraceptive implant.
Dwayne had taunted me after, telling methatwhoever bought mewould be able to come inside me whenever they wanted without worrying about getting me pregnant.
I spentthatnight curled up in a ball sobbing so hardthateverymuscle in my body ached.
“Good girl. Now bend over and pick up the soap, and cleanthatperfect body up,”he said, his hand beginning to move faster.“And don’t forget to give your pretty pussy a good clean, I’m sure your new owner can’t wait to fuck it.”
As the tears continued to stream down my face like a waterfall, Igrabbed the soap and began running it over my body, doing my best to ignore Dwayne’s grunts.
“Fuck, the man who has bought you is one lucky fucker,”Dwaynepanted. His words made me pause as shock hit me. I’d already been bought? He’d told me I’d be made to stand on a stage while men placed their bids on me. Before I could think too much aboutthat,Dwayne continued.“I’ve met him, you know, and I hate to tell you this darlin’, but he has a reputation for being a mean motherfucker.”
My belly twisted with fright as faces popped into my head. Faces ofmen who had beaten my dad up when he hadn’t paid his debts or cheated in a poker game. Faces of violent men who had looked at me as if I was nothing but a piece of meat. Any one of them could be the man Dwayne was talking about.
“And he’s huge too,”Dwayne continued, his voice getting more andmore breathless the faster he moved his hand.“He’s going to ripthatlittle cunt apart when he fucks you. Your ass too, forthatmatter.”
Another sob broke free, and as Dwayne started laughing, his cockerupted, white ropes of come shooting from the tip, covering his hand and some of it landing at my feet.
I wanted to vomit.
He took a moment to regain his breath, and all I could do was stare atthe mess he’d made as the freezing water washed it away.
My first sexual encounter.
It should have been with someone I liked, someone I wanted to beintimate with, yet it had been stolen from me,justlike my virginity would be.
“Hurry the fuck up,”Dwayne snapped, scowling at me as if it was myfault he’d made a mess over his hand.“You’ve got three minutes or I’ll drag your ass out of there.”
Withthat, he pulled his pants up and stepped out, closing thedoor behind him, and finally leaving me to shower alone.
I’d barely rinsed the shampoo out of my hair when Dwayne yankedthe door open and told me my time was up. He gave me a couple of minutes to dry myself using the towel, the whole time he watched with lecherous eyes.
When he was happy I was dry, he shoved a pile of clothes in myhands- a pair of black lace panties and matching bra, a black mini-skirt, and a tight white shirt with a low neckline to show off the swell of my breasts.
