Prince kept his back to me the whole time, like he already knew I didn’t have the strength to try anything stupid.
He was a hundred percent right.
My eyes stayed busy taking in the luxury around me instead of studying exits like I probably should have. I was still new to money, even though I had started making plenty of my own. I always lived within my means.
This house was on another level beyond my means.
When the elevator doors opened, we stepped onto what looked like the second or maybe third floor. He led me straight into a master suite that looked just as big as the entire family room downstairs. My eyes widened without me even realizing it. I had never seen a bedroom this large.
He pushed open the bathroom door, my breath caught. The bathroom alone looked like the size of another bedroom. A huge whirlpool tub sat right in the center like it belonged in a luxury spa. To the left was a massive walk-in shower with jets built into the walls from every angle. The second I saw it, my sore body practically begged for that hot water.
Prince stepped out of the bathroom and shut the door behind him, leaving me alone. I didn’t waste a second. I hurried over and locked the door. Then slowly peeled off my clothes, wincing at the way my bruised skin stretched with every movement. I limped toward the shower, purposely avoiding the large mirror on the wall. I didn’t want to see what I looked like when I already felt like shit.
The moment I stepped into the shower area, I jumped back in surprise when the water suddenly blasted on. Pain shot through my ribs from the sudden movement. I realized quickly that the shower had sensors. The water poured down in a thick stream of steam and heat. Exactly the way I liked it when my muscles were sore.
I leaned forward and let the hot water run over my shoulders, letting it soak deep into my skin. My fingers moved up to my hair and I slowly untwisted it, letting the heat hit my scalp.
For the first time in weeks… my mind started to calm. Then the tears came. They mixed with the water running down my face as my thoughts spiraled. I thought about everything that had happened. My life. Every choice. Every mistake.
“Why?” I whispered quietly, my voice breaking under the sound of the water.
I didn’t even know who I was anymore. What was my purpose? My mom face flashed into the forefront of my mind causing my knees to almost buckle.
Before I could sink deeper into my thoughts, the sound of the bathroom door unlocking snapped my head up. The door slowly opened. My stomach twisted into tight knots as Prince stepped inside. His eyes moved slowly over my wet body while he stood there… licking his lips.
“I never been with a big girl before,” was all he said as he placed the dry-off towel on the counter and left out. I let his words sink in, I knew there was no point in fighting him off. Whatever he tried on me, I would accept;
I didn’t want any more trauma added to what I had already gone through. I tried to convince myself that since Prince was an older handsome guy it’ll be fine although that thought was foolish. He was getting ready to take advantage of me in a vulnerable state of mind. He knew I had no fucking choice. I heard horror stories of women being raped and put through alot of pain. So I continued to convince myself not to fight it and accept my fate.
I did not want to be beat anymore; I was humiliated enough. At this point, I was ready to just go with the flow until I had a chance to become free.
When I walked back into the bedroom, I had the towel wrapped around me. Prince was nowhere in sight, but I saw he laid out a silk nightgown with a robe and matching sandals. There was Versace lotion and perfume on the bed as well. I took note that there were no panties or bra laid out.
I knew what time it was. I slowly sat down on the bed and enjoyed the feel of the soft mattress he had. I put lotion on the best I could, then sprayed myself down with the perfume. Slipping into my gown, I put the robe on and tied it tight and just laid down, waiting for whatever it was to come.
I waited for what felt like forever. I drifted off to sleep and was woken up by the feel of warm hands. Prince sat on the edge of the bed looking at me with hooded eyes. It was obvious he was high as hell.
“I like that you go with the flow with no fight. I love a submissive bitch; I might have to keep you.”
He smiled as he untied my robe. I laid on my back, not moving or showing emotion. My momma once told me a long time ago that if a nigga wanted some pussy, he would get it. You couldn’t say it was rape if you just shut up and went along with it and you couldn’t say it hurt if you didn’t give resistance.
That’s what I planned on doing; there was no point in running, no point in fighting. I was in this situation, and I had to make the best of it. I looked at Prince and immediately pictured him as King. I tried my very best to relax, as I tensed up feeling his hands slide right between my warm thick thighs. I held my breath until I realized what I was doing, then exhaled.
He spread my legs some more, then slipped his fingers into my moist pussy. Seeing that I wasn’t dry, he gave a charming smile. Letting his index finger find my snug hole, he stuck it in and out of me, causing my breathing to become heavier. I told myself not to give all the way in. I didn’t want to give him the full satisfaction of letting him hear me moan. His thumb pressed against my clit, causing my pussy to clamp down and gush around his digits.
Out of pure reflex, I opened my thighs more, giving him more access. He spoke no words; his eyes held the conversation. Using his free hands, he stroked his manhood as the robe carelessly fell off my shoulders. I was pretty sure the silk gown had my nipples on display, as he eyed them hungrily.
“The robe, take it off and the gown.”
He gave off demands as he turned the night lamp on to get a clear view of me. To be an older man, his body was well defined. I took the robe and gown off and waited for whatever was bound to happen. I even laid back on the bed, letting the back of my head hit the fluffy pillow. He got between my legs with only his boxers on.
The first destination his lips landed on was my hard nipples. He bit them hard, causing pain and me to tense up. He sucked on them aggressively then blew on them which caused them to harden and ache for more. I felt disgusted with myself enjoying the unwanted pleasure Prince was giving me.
“If this pussy is sweet, I ain’t sharing it with the company I got coming over later.” He murmured.
I prayed my pussy tasted good enough to his liking. I didn’t want to accept multiple men in one night between my legs. I felt his warm breath before I felt his hot tongue. He went directly for my pink center. Sticking his tongue as far as it could go inside of me. His nose rubbed against my clit as he tongue fucked me.
Prince groaned out his satisfaction as he feasted on me like I was the best meal he had in days. I closed my eyes, a whimper and moan escaped my lips. My mother’s headless body popped into my mind and in seconds my pleasure was replaced with horror.
