Page 20 of Contract Of Shame

Chapter Six

Scarlet woke the following morning, surprised to see Richard still in bed with her. Her body was sore all over from his endless loving, and she pulled out of his arms. There was a point throughout the night where he’d lain above her, driving into her body and staring into her eyes, she’d lost herself.

The contract was all but forgotten as he made love to her. The fucking she could handle, the impersonal use of her body – but the loving. She tried to force all of her emotions out of the equation.

She did her morning routine and ran herself a second bath. She chuckled when she thought this was her first time. The first time she’d been with a man and found pleasure in the union. Richard had given her lots of orgasms the night before. How would he react if she told him he’d given her the first one?

Would he turn from her in shame, or be macho and play it up for all its worth?

“Hey, you.”

Scarlet turned and yelped. Richard stood naked in the doorway staring at her.

“Get out,” she shrieked and searched for something to hide her naked body. Being naked in front of him at night was completely different from during the day. “You can’t see me like this.”

“Naked? Baby, I spent the better part of last night against this hot body.” He pulled her hands away and kissed her on the head. “Not to mention inside you.” Richard picked her up causing her to cry out. She noticed he stared down at her pussy.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“N-nothing,” he said.

“What do you mean? You keep staring at it.”

“You’ve got a pretty one is all.” Before she could look down at what he’d been staring at he placed her in the warm bath and got in behind her.

“Hey, this was supposed to be for me,” she said.

“So what? Consider it an act of saving the environment,” he said.

“Please. You don’t care about the environment.”

“Yes, I do. I want to take care of this planet. At least to guarantee there’ll still be a place for when my kids grow old.”

He soaped her body, and Scarlet felt him pay particular attention to her pussy. She frowned as he washed his hands and began to massage his fingers inside her.

“Seriously, you want to do this now?” she asked.

“Of course not.” He pulled out and handed her the soap. “Your turn to wash me.”

“So you’re thinking of having kids?”

“It’s the expected thing to do,” he said.

“You don’t want them because you love someone?” she asked.

He scoffed. “Love can be overrated.”

Scarlet couldn’t argue with his theory. Look where the idea of love had gotten her. “Some people believe in it.”

“But you don’t, Scarlet.” Richard made it more of a statement than a question.

“I used to,” she said honestly. “I used to think one day a man would come and sweep me off my feet, and everything would be brilliant in the world. I’d have a couple of kids and be the wife who stayed at home baking bread and cookies.”

“What changed that ideal?”

“What some young girls and kids don’t realise is that life sucks. Not all of us are destined for a fairy tale.”

Scarlet soaped his body, and they finished their bath in quiet. No words needed to be spoken.

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