Page 16 of Contract Of Shame

Chapter Five

Scarlet lay back against the door and breathed a sigh of relief. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her cheeks were on fire. She went straight for the mirror above the sink. The woman staring back at her, she didn’t recognise. Her lips were partly open, and her hair was falling around her shoulders. This was a woman on the brink of womanhood about to partake in her true sexual experience. How ironic that the mother with a child considered tonight the night she’d lose her virginity forever.

She ran a bath and poured in some lavender bubble-bath. Through her search she found some scented candles and dotted them about the room.

Very rarely did she get the treat of a long hot bath, and for tonight she’d treat herself. Her clothes were removed quickly. The fabric was itchy against her skin. She glanced in the mirror and wondered what Richard saw in her.

Her breasts were big and the nipples large with a dark red colour tone to them. Her shape narrowed at the waist but expanded out, revealing large hips. On some of the celebrities where they could put their hands on their hips and practically be touching fingers, there was a wide gap for hers. The round belly gave proof to her once pregnant state including a few faded stretch marks.

There was no use in her fighting what nature had given her. She couldn’t count on her fingers how many diets she’s been on. The weight, regardless of what she did, would stay on.

Instead of crying over her body she turned to the dream of the bath lying in wait for her to enjoy.

Scarlet took a long bath, luxuriating in the bubbles and scented candles. She knew what was expected of her when she went outside. Part of her hated the idea of what she was doing, while another part couldn’t wait to be with him. Richard had forced her to sign a contract, so he owned her body for the next week.

She took the soap and lathered her body. Relaxing baths had been few and far between the last few years with Harry. She relished it like a child would a new favoured toy.

Her hair she washed thoroughly and rinsed of soap. Only when her hands started to resemble dried prunes did she think about getting out.

Gazing down at the bath as she stood and moved away she wondered if it would be wrong to kiss it. As a single mother she rarely had the luxury of a nice long soak in the bath. She shook her head. This was all for Harry, and she needed to keep reminding herself why she was here in the first place. Richard might desire her body, but Harry needed the medical care and attention. Maybe for the next couple of years she’d be able to be the attentive mother. Between work and school she barely had two minutes to spare, let alone spend quality time with her son.

With a towel wrapped around her body she walked the short distance to her bedroom. The size of the room didn’t fail to shock her. A small negligee lay on the bed with a simple note. Wear me.

Richard must have left it when she’d been washing. The fabric was soft beneath her fingers, and she knew it would feel like a treat to wear. She thoroughly dried her body and made sure the fabric wouldn’t cling or be uncomfortable because of her rush to get it on.

Scarlet pushed it over her head and eased her arms through the thin straps. It fell to mid thigh. A mirror stood in the corner of the bedroom, and she went to check how she looked. The red satin highlighted her large boobs and thick hips. Before she left, she brushed her hair and checked to see if he’d left any panties to go with the negligee. Nothing.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and went in search of the man who owned her.

Richard stood in the sitting room. He sipped out of a whisky glass and was looking over a file as she walked in.

The glass and the file were placed on the table, seemingly forgotten.

“Fuck me,” he whispered.

Scarlet blushed and went to cover her chest. She searched for anything she could get her hands on.

In seconds he was there moving her hands away. “Never cover yourself. You look good enough to eat.”

She licked her lips and looked down at her body. “This isn’t me,” she said.

“You’re right. You’d look far better naked.”

Scarlet sucked in her lips and stared past his shoulder. The thoughts running riot through her mind filled her with insecurities.

“What’s the matter? What are you thinking?” he asked. A finger went beneath her chin and turned her face to look at him.

“You could have any number of women. Thin, gorgeous women. Why did you pick me?” So many women in her situation would think and ask the same thing. She couldn’t deny her attraction to him. It was one of those bizarre occurrences that happened in life. The man had blackmailed her with a contract and forced her to give up her body for a week. She didn’t even know if she could do it. Give him the one thing she’d never given any other man, give him her body for him to use as he saw fit, willingly.

There was her other shame. Harry hadn’t been conceived with two willing partners, and that detail she’d take with her to her grave.

“Such dark thoughts. Why could someone as lovely as you be so terrified?”

Richard seemed to read her thoughts, to expose her insecurities and understand her. Yet his mistreatment made her wonder if he felt the hurt and underlying pain of knowing he’d taken advantage of her.

He saw her as a willing female, here for the sake of her son. When would a man ask her to be with him, just because he wanted to be with her?

“You would never understand,” she said. “You didn’t answer my question.”

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