III.

Malika awoke feeling very sore, stiff, and ashamed. Her dreams haunted her even now as she peeped to see if her master was asleep or not. She sighed when she heard soft snores from the other side of the bed. She decided to try to get up to draw a bath. She hoped that he would not be mad with her. She began by peeling his fingers away from her waist. Once she had done so she placed his hand on the bed and began to slowly edge off the bed.

A hand shot out, grabbing her breast and pulling her back on the bed. She groaned in pain as he glared angrily in her eyes. "What is my slave doing?"

"Please forgive me Master. I only wish to take a bath and make myself presentable." She replied, hoping he wouldn't hurt her.

"I decide when you take a bath. Besides you are in no condition to be walking to the bathroom. You should be sore, however if not I can always take you again." He replied.

"No!" She shouted suddenly.

"Are you challenging my authority Malika? Because I will not stand for it. You are my property and if I decided to take you right now, I could do so." He grinned suddenly and decided to punish her for her insolence in a way that he had only done once before. He would bring his little slave to her knees and have her begging.

He straddled her hips and looked deeply in her eyes. "Since my slave insists on being naughty for her first day, I shall give her her first punishment." He braced his hands on either side of her body and bent down then drew a nipple in his mouth.

'No.' She thought weakly. Why this? Why did she have to be punished? Why was God intent on punishing her? She tried to block the feeling of his mouth on her skin but it was impossible. He had her effectively in his grasp and would not stop his assault on her. She felt the familiar heat return to her loins as he caressed her flesh with his mouth and hands.

Erik took notice of her eagerness then stopped and got out of the bed. She whimpered loudly. Exactly the reaction he expected. "Time for that bath." He snickered then walked in the bathroom and prepared her bathwater.

What was he planning for her? What did he intend to do? He reentered the room and scooped her aching body up in his arms. He then brought her to the tub and slowly put her in it. Malika's eyes shot open as she felt the opposite effect of a cold bath. The water was warm for her limbs but it was scalding to her lower parts. She screamed as he watched in satisfaction. He handed her a washcloth and said, "This is your punishment Malika. You will not pleasure yourself. You will wash what needs to be washed then finish. I am going to watch you. If I see that you have tried to escape your punishment you will be punished with this method again only I will leave you in longer and I will not let you scrub yourself. I'll do the cleaning why you wait in torture. Is that much agreed on?"

She nodded then took soap and lathered her cloth. Tears fell down her cheeks. "Will you finish it Master?"

He smirked then said, "Maybe if you are a good girl and wait out your punishment."

"Yes Master." She replied. Tears fell down her cheeks as she began the difficult task of cleaning her body. She could not believe he was watching her. It made her feel so dirty. However, she realized, she was his property and nothing could change that.

"Tell me. Did you like last night?"

"It is not my place."

"It is a simple yes or no question. Did you or did you not?"

She looked in his golden eyes. He never took off the mask, not even during their sexual experience last night. "No Master. I did not like it." God how she wanted to tell him her true feelings. How much she despised him and hated him for taking her.

"You realize that if I hadn't bought you another would have and they would have done the same thing." Erik replied as he trailed a finger down her cheek.

"Maybe he would have been kinder."

He suddenly grasped her chin in a cruel hold, "I could have been much crueler. You should be praying that I do not show you how much more. Besides you are lying. I can tell when someone is lying to me."

"I am not lying. I did not enjoy it."

He growled as he stared into her azure eyes. "You may have not liked the last part, but I had you screaming for more. You begged for me to stop at first, but once you felt the sensations that I provided, you pleaded for more. I would say you acted like all women do. They love it when they are being pleasured but then turn around and hate you when you seek pleasure."

"How dare you! I can't believe your cruelty. I never had sex. I didn't know what to expect. You didn't prepare me!" She protested.

"Should I? Should I have to prepare every whore who comes through my doors? Yes you 'were' a virgin, but that is over and now you are used goods, no better than a common whore from the streets." Erik responded then stood up and grasped a towel. "Get out."

She stood on unsteady legs as she moved slowly to get out. Clinging to the side she eased a leg over and moaned in pain. She then eased her other leg over and turned around to look at him. He gave her the towel and watched her towel-dry herself carefully. Malika felt her legs nearly give way because of the soreness. Erik grasped her waist to steady her. "We have a lot to do today. You are getting measured for your new wardrobe. Another 25,000 added to your debt."

She looked away from him then replied, "Yes Master."

He pulled her quickly out of the bedroom and pushed her in front of the full-length mirror. Malika trembled as she waited for him to come back. The sensations in her abdomen grew and she wondered if he was going to finish this or not. She hoped he would.

Erik noticed her nervousness as he made his way back over with a undergarments and grinned to himself. She might hate him or be angry with him but she wanted him to finish what he began. He could tell in the tenseness of her legs that she was aching for him. She could not deny it, even though she tried to. He placed her fresh undergarments on the chair then stood in front of her. "Have something to say?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you ready to beg?"

Tears fell down her cheeks as she beat her fists against his shoulders. "Why do you hate me!"

He pulled her away from the mirror then flung her against the bed. "Hate you! Are you an idiotic chit!" He pressed his body against hers as he pinned her between the bed and himself. "I bought you and you can cry all you want but that is the fact. Grow up!" His mouth crashed over hers, startling her from her tears. A hand parted her thighs and two fingers parted her thighs while a third stroked her bud.

Malika grasped his forearms as the same overwhelming feeling seemed to build inside her as it had last night. She tried not to, but could not help it that a moan escaped her lips. Her hips thrust forward against his appendage as she realized that even if she did not want it, her body was acting of its own accord. She groaned once more as she felt him insert another finger and continue stroking, only at a faster pace. She kept her eyes tightly closed as the pressure between her legs grew and grew until she could not stand it any longer. "Give yourself to me." He commanded her...and she did.

xxxx

Erik watched his new slave get measured by his personal tailor. "How soon will her clothes be done?"

"Within two weeks as usual." He replied.

"Really Etienne, I need her clothes by the end of the week. I plan to take her out with me and I can't have her looking inappropriate. Make those girls of yours work overtime."

"Are you willing to pay more?"

"I already am giving you 25,000 francs for her collection. That's highway robbery to ask for more." Erik replied angrily.

"I need more to pay the girls overtime." Etienne said as he wrapped the measuring tape around Malika's waist, getting her final measurement.

"Fine. I'll give you 5,000 more." Erik said as he watched her step down from the stool and walk over to him.

"I will be going now. Her clothes will be started on immediately today." Etienne announced then left the two.

"You are racking up quite a debt. 55,000 francs to repay me."

"Where are you taking me Master?"

"Ah. I plan to go to a social with some fellow slave owners. You are coming with me to go see them and their slaves." Erik replied as he pulled her in his lap. She felt a shiver go down her spine. "Calm down. It is not like I plan to trade you for the night. I am going to show you off that is all."

"Tr..trade me? People do that?"

He laughed at her nervousness. "All the time."

She clung to him suddenly and said, "Please do not trade me Master. I beg of you."

He smiled as she shuddered against him. "Do not be concerned. I wouldn't trade you so soon. You hardly have any experience."

She was silent for a while as he stroked her hair and ran his other hand over her silky thigh. "What experience do you mean?" She asked suddenly, then covered her mouth quickly not realizing she had said her thoughts out loud.

Erik laughed softly then grasped her chin and forced her to look in his eyes. "There are three reasons women were put on Earth. The first was for procreation, the second was to serve man, and the third..." he paused then said, "the third was to give man pleasure."

Malika gasped softly then replied, "I do not agree."

"It does not matter if you agree or if you do not agree. It is the truth."

"You are wrong." She protested as tears fell down her cheeks.

"It is better that you learn now than later." He told her as he gently wiped her cheeks. "Now enough crying. I don't need to have you upset where there are plenty of things we will be doing tonight."

She looked up at him and asked, "What things?"

"That remains for later."

Malika sighed as she felt nervousness flood her veins. "Yes Master."

Author's Note: I finally completed my third chapter. I appreciate everyone's reviews. Thank you for reviewing and giving me your honest opinion. Please review more so I can learn your opinions. Thanks!