*****
“Um, Jack, I need to buy some tampons,” I whispered, keeping my head down.
“No, you don’t. Your period is not due until next week. You just want to spend my money.”
I didn’t say anything. He was right, my period wasn’t due until next week. In the past, I had been in the habit of buying tampons well ahead, but since he was in charge of both our incomes, he had made me more economical.
“Do you even deserve to get anything?” he asked, stopping in the middle of the aisle. I almost hit him with the cart. “Do you?”
I bit my lip, afraid to say a word. This was his favorite game and no matter what I answered, it was wrong.
He came by my side, wrapping his arm around my waist tightly. “I asked you something, nigger bitch,” he whispered into my ear. “It’s rude not to reply.”
“I … don’t know.”
“You don’t know.” He let go of my waist. “If you don’t know, how should I, then? How should I know if you deserve tampons or not?”
I was on the brink of crying. “Please,” I whispered, unable to look up from the floor.
“You’re gonna blow me for this. You know you don’t need tampons until next week, and nothing comes for free.”
I nodded and followed him into the personal care aisle. I saw him throwing a box of tampons into the cart, the gesture inexplicably demeaning.
“Make sure you do a good job tonight, kitten,” he said, before walking away. I hurried to catch up with him.
The cart was getting heavy, it was difficult to maneuver it fast enough and I almost hit someone.
“Sorry,” I said, looking up. The woman threw me a scolding look and walked past me. Behind her, in front of the meat counter, I saw Daniel. He happened to turn my way at the same time and met my gaze. I froze when he smiled at me. Jack was back at my side.
“You slow bitch,” he muttered and pulled the cart from me. “You don’t know how to do anything properly, do you? You’re gonna choke on my cock tonight, I’m telling you.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off Daniel. He started towards me, smiling. I tried to relate to him my silent begging: “Please, don’t come. Please, act like you don’t know me. You don’t know me, please. Don’t come over.”
He finally turned his cart into our aisle. I looked down, defeated. Jack would kill me when we got home, I knew it. This would be the last straw and he would give me to those beasts.
I recognized Daniel’s cart stopping besides ours. My hands started shaking and my lungs lost the ability to draw air. Time stood still as I awaited the dreadful event.
But nothing happened. His cart pushed past us without him saying anything. I closed my eyes and tried to send him my gratitude.
“What are you waiting for, bitch?” Jack asked me. I looked up, trying to gain some composure. “What was that? Why are you blushing?”
He had learned my telltale signs by now.
“Oh, no, you didn’t!” I knew what he meant. He had seen me looking at Daniel. I was doomed.
From that moment, Jack stayed silent until we finished shopping. He didn’t say a word on the way home either. I knew this meant the worst sort of trouble, I just hoped it didn’t mean he would call his buddies.
I carried my assigned half of the groceries into the kitchen and awaited my punishment. Nothing came as I cooked dinner. The tension was getting worse by the minute.
Finally, I was getting ready for bed. Jack had decided a long time ago that I should wear no underwear to sleep, just a tiny camisole.
I opened the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom. He was waiting for me, his arms crossed. I swallowed hard.
“Who was that?” was the only thing he asked, and I knew who he meant.
“I … don’t know,” I tried to lie. How could I tell him that Daniel was the man who had given me the safest, most enjoyable afternoon last week. He had only bought me some coffee and spent a couple of hours talking with me, but it had been the only decent human interaction I had had in months. I couldn’t tell Jack that.
“Yes you do. He was checking you out. Come, sit.”
I obeyed and sat on the bed, my legs together, wringing my hands.
“You know what was the worst thing, Melissa? You checked him out back. What does that tell me, eh?”
I kept quiet. He liked me being silent like that.
“It means that you’re a whore. A whore that is cheating on me.”
“I’m not cheating, I promise,” I mumbled, trying in vain to change the course of the night.
“You have the guts to talk back? I must have failed to make you a respectable woman, then. You’re nothing but a black whore that doesn't comprehend how to behave herself like a human being!” he shouted.
I cringed as he grabbed my arm.
“I’m going to check now. I’m going to see if you fucked him,” he growled and pulled me to my feet.
“I promise, I haven’t,” I cried. It was no use. He lifted me up and threw me on the bed, then grabbed my legs and pulled me towards him.
“Shut up, you whore. Any whore would say that. You wouldn’t be so stupid as to admit it, would you?” he said, spreading my legs.
He yanked the camisole above my hips and bent down between my thighs. First, he bit my clit, a searing pain shooting through my body. I cried out as he shoved two fingers into my pussy and started pistoning fast.
“Now, let’s see if you’ve been fucking around, you whore.”
Without giving me time to adjust to what he was about to do, he sucked my clit forcefully, then licked my pussy. He did that over and over, alternating between painful suction and disgustingly lapping, until he finally had enough. The last check-up was to push his tongue inside me as far as it would go, forcing my lips apart with his fingers.
“Mmm. Well, would you look at that,” he said, standing up. He was already undoing his pants as he spoke. “You haven’t fucked anyone. Yet. But you deserve my cock for being a good bitch. You’ll get fucked, alright. ‘Cause you deserve it.”
I couldn’t help but cringe and he must’ve seen it.
“What? You don’t want to be fucked?” It was a growl, and when he growled it meant he would get mad at me.
“No, no. I want to. Thank you, I want your cock,” I hurried to reassure him.
“Do I detect some sarcasm in there, bitch?”
“No! Please, fuck me. Please, I want it,” I said, getting my camisole off as if to show him how eager I was. Good thing he had just licked my pussy. Because of that, he wouldn’t be able to see how dry I was.
He grinned and pulled my hips to him. Positioning his cock at my entrance, he said, “Good girl. And after that, you’ll suck my cock for buying you those tampons. Then you’ll suck me hard again and I’ll fuck you again, for being a good bitch for me.”
I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut to keep the tears from spilling out.