What You Cost Me

She just drops to her knees in front of me. Looks at me then at my mound. Before I can even react she's got her head between my thighs and her tongue between my lips. And it feels so good.

But no. I try to push her head away and tell her to stop and she doesn't have to. But she just grips the backs of my thighs tighter and licks heavily up and don't my slit before taking my clit into her mouth. And then I can't help myself. I lay myself down in the tub and she follows me down sucking hard and licking the tip of my bud. I'm grabbing at her head now, pulling her into me. She moves her head slowly side to side. I look down at her. She looks up at me, sucking and licking in quick hard strokes. I grip her head good and slide my pussy up and down her face as I come for the first time in months. Biting my tongue to keep myself from screaming. Can't do oral worth shit my ass.

She keeps kissing it afterwards and I push her away. She backs up and sits in front of me then whispers "Please don't beat me." How could I after that. Looking at her I remember she's still dirty from yesterday having only been hosed down after her beating. Her skin is still cut and bruised her bandages now wet and sliding from her body.

The washcloth beside me is mine but I put soap on it and use it to wash her. Starting from her neck, around to her shoulders, her breasts, full and firm. Her toned stomach, her hips. I wash her, careful to be soft around her injuries, and still she shivers and flinches. Finally I get to her back and my heart almost breaks at the sight that greets me. Angry scars criss crossing in thick ridges across the tan of her skin.

I dry her with my towel again taking care to mind her lacerations and the dark rainbows adorning her body. Then I brush her curly hair softly until it cascades down far enough to hide those scars on her back. I don't understand why they'd beat her like that. Wouldn't they want her to look flawless for her 'customers'. As if reading my mind she says,

"I don't go to Marcus's whore houses. I stay at the compound. I'm not for everyone else. Just Marcus and his men."

I don't know why but that makes me even angrier than knowing she services random men. I say nothing.

After drying myself we both walk to my bedroom.

"You know you didn't have to do that." I want her to know that I don't want to use her.

"When Marcus says he'll deal with me later it means I can convince him. He usually wants anal or for me to give him a blowjob."

"He said you aren't good at it."

"I'm not good at it. Not with men."

"Oh."

"Yeah, I can't stand letting them touch me."

"What's your name?"

"Tarani. They all call me Annie."

It was Ta-ra-ni. Not Ta-ran-ie. But whatever.

"I'm gonna call you Tara."

"okay."

She smiles but doesn't ask my name.

"I'm Rose."

I get dressed then tell her to pick something from my closet.

"When you get downstairs apologize to the boys."



She walks down wearing a large T-shirt and skinny jeans. Mumbles a sorry to Kamron and Larry. Then she sits on the floor in a corner. Like a dog.

"Sit on the couch." I tell her. She gets on the couch, a smile creeping around her lips.

I cook and serve plates and watch everyone gather around the table but her.

"Tara, come eat."

She sits staring at the food.

Larry says, "What's wrong? You ain't ever seen real food before?"

The guys laugh. Until she says, "I've never had a home cooked meal."

It gets quiet around the table.

"Try it out." Donny says to her.

She takes her fork and digs in.

"Is it good?" I ask. It might need a little salt. But she says, "It's amazing." He eyes light up and then she starts shoveling the food into her mouth like she might never eat again.

"Woa slow down. You won't go hungry while you're here." I say to which she replies.

"But I might not be here long."

"I got you for a month."

She takes a pause and smiles. Huge.

After dinner I go upstairs to bed and let her stay downstairs and watch TV with the boys. Around midnight she comes into the room. I'm on my phone checking my emails.

"Get in the bed." I say to her in the dark not wanting her to think she has to sleep on the floor.

She crawls in shyly next to me a good two feet.

"Get comfortable."

She scoots closer.

After a while of silence I feel her hand creeping up on my thigh.

"What are you doing? I told you you don't have to."

"I want to. To thank you for getting me out of their even if it's for a month."

She pulls on my inner thigh and crawls deeper under the sheets. Spreads my legs open and pushes herself between them. I let her pull my clothes down until I'm naked from the waist down.

I don't touch myself and I haven't been with a man in forever. There was no way I could stop what we both wanted. I opened my legs wider to invite her in.



To be continued...