Master Gallagher

Called me charcoal

I was washing the dishes load of dishes after Lady Tracy's friends had taken their leave. They held a book club here and sometimes she would go there.

"Your room wreaks of a male whiff." She said out of the blue. When had she even gone down there? I couldn't open the windows so I knew, she was right. Anyone who knew the smell that was produced when male and female genitalia entwined; knew well enough that it didn't go away in just a few seconds. I had learnt that the hard way over these past couple of months. It required a lot of baths.

"Are you bringing men into my home?" Lady Tracy looked very angry. I had no way of answering this, I could not tell her that her husband came in every night or sometimes twice per week, it all depended on his schedule or if Lady Tracy was asleep or out.

"No, Ma'am."

My answered seemed to aggravate her. She immediately hit me, it stung because she wore her wedding ring. It would surely leave a mark but that was the advantage of being dark skinned. It would fade within the next minute.

"Are you calling me a liar then?"

I kept quiet.

She didn't hesitate hitting me again. Lady Tracy took the dish towel near the sink and continuously hit me. It was painful because it was wet. It hurt because she put so much effort on my face. To get through it, I bit on my lip. It became swollen. I don't think it was a mistake when she aimed my for eye, twice.

"I will not stop until you tell your truth?!"

My cheeks had swollen up, my eye looked buttered up. It was red and slowing closing. If I didn't admit to it then she wouldn't stop—

"I am, yes, I am!" I almost yelled.

"Who is he?"

"Elliot owned by the Cunningham family. He wishes to marry me." I said the last part because I already felt like a harlot and I did not want to be seen that way or to feel that way. It was a disgrace.

"You should invite him over for supper on Sunday then?"

My heart immediately started to thud faster.

"He might be working, Lady Tracy!"

"Well tell him to ask for a day off. It must be hard not seeing your fiancée for a while. No wonder you get at it whenever you do meet."

I faked a smile.

"I hope you don't plan on leaving us after you marry!"

"Actually Lady Tracy, I have been meaning to speak to you about something."

"Tell me already!"

"I really appreciate all that you have done for me. Your kindness, you clothe me, giving me a roof to stay under and I never sleep hungry."

Lady Tracy smiled.

She loved compliments.

I had to keep them coming.

"I have learnt so much from you. I love seeing your latest fashion. You inspire me to want to be beautiful. You're such an inspiration.." Honestly I could careless. She only ever bought me oversized dresses. I didn't mind, I loved covering up. It's the thought that count and I know other slaves must have had it worse.

"Arghh you flutter me too much Nashe!"

"I'm just being honesty, Lady Tracy.."

"Then what's the problem?" She questioned.

"I miss my family, I would like to work in the field, I'd like to go back."

"But you visit them every Sunday after church.."

"Yes.."

"I will be sure to speak to William about this."

"Thank—"

"Speak to me about what?"

"Nashe would like to go back to her family and work in the fields."

I looked down immediately not because my face was swollen and I probably looked much scarier but because after what happened last night. I couldn't look him in the eye.

—

I was reading the Bible. I always did before I slept. I liked reading, anything. Ever since Master William had kissed me, I hoped he would not come back again but just to be on a safer side, I had trimmed my pubic hair. I hated doing it, with a razor.. it didn't make it feel any better but I had mastered a way of doing it. I hoped he was nauseated. I checked the clock, it was nearing ten pm. Master William abruptly entered my room. His eyes scanned me from head to toe.

"Evening, Master William." I whispered anxiously. He would always snap at me that I took too much time it rather wasted his time. I immediately faced the other side and started unbuttoning my dress. It went down to my knees.

"I want to take it off you!" He said stepping closer.

He did.

His fingers traced the stretch marks on my breasts and my hips. It gave me a tingling feeling. I didn't like this, couldn't we just go back to do it the way we used to. I was on the verge of losing my mind. I laid back on my small bed and waited for him. I looked aside since I wasn't allowed to watch him undress.

He hovered over my body, in between my thighs. His chest was broad and chiseled but I didn't allow myself to look any further. I busied myself by looking at the brick wall beside me.

"I want you to touch me." He demanded, bringing my chin to face him. He was so close, I was nervous.

"Master—"

This seemed to aggravate him.

He took my small hand and made me reach for his girth. I became beyond petrified. I could feel the veins and how rigid it was. There was a myth that white men were quite small, if this was small then how big were black men.. this wasn't small at all, my hand couldn't even go around it.

"That's how much I have been wanting you throughout the day!" He said in a constrained voice.

I didn't say anything.

"Master William, I'm supposed to go to the market early in the morning and I would appreciate if we.." I didn't want to be rude or come out as rude. His eyes stared down at mine then my lips.

Oh no please!

He placed a wet somber kiss on my lips and whispered. "... I love it when you play innocent!"

I remained silent.

He kissed me again, this time biting on my lower lip. He tasted like mint. I didn't kiss him back, I didn't know how to.. I didn't want to disappoint him either. I eventually started moving my lips with his. His fingers started rubbing in between my flower and I was terrified stiff. My n*****s hardened against his chest. He slipped his middle finger in and for a moment by thighs shook.

It was a foreign feeling especially with his lips on my mine. He moved to nibbling at my n*****s. I let out a sound, I couldn't have been more embarrassed. What was wrong with me! He rubbed his member on my clit until it soaked and pushed into my opening. I let out another sound. I was embarrassed, he only smirked.

"Nothing can be heard from the basement.. you can moan as you please." He added. "Wrap your arms around my neck."

I did.

He laid his lips back onto mine again and committed damnation on my body. Feeling him going in and out only to slam back into me felt like torture. He filled me up to the point that I felt I couldn't take anymore. If I did.. he would rip me apart. It worried me, if he left me damaged, I would really have nothing to offer. He was on a mission to ruin me.

He put his hands under my butt squeezing it lightly so he could hit harder. I whimpered, I was close to crying, I had never felt this way before. His tongue swirled in my mouth, his teeth biting lips. I shuddered—

My thighs shook as I felt the most relaxing yet satisfying feeling. I didn't know that could happen. I assumed s*x was only to bare fruit of the womb and satisfaction for the male. I never thought I could feel this way!

I opened my eyes only to find him watching me. I immediately removed my arms and looked away. Guilt was all I felt, I was sleeping with a married man and I didn't feel the least guilty about it. He pulled out and released his load on my stomach.

"I will go pee then we can do it again."

I didn't understand why he was talking to me... he explained that he needed to pee so that he could remove any remaining sperm from his last ejaculation that way he could come and give it to me again.

For the first time I was excited.

I didn't talk much or add anything to the conversation. I didn't want to say anything wrong.

He came back and we did it again.

I didn't know what time he left because I woke up disoriented and sore.

—

"What happened to your face?" He questioned. Lady Tracy gave me a threatening look.

"I think I'm having an allergy reaction to something I may have eaten."

He didn't seem convinced.

"You ought to appreciate us taking you in and here you're wishing to return to the plantations.. Are you mental?"

"I also found out she has been sneaking a man in her room." Lady Tracy added. "She admitted that it was her fiancé who came to visit her."

Master William cleared his throat.

"She doesn't have a fiancé!"

"William, she does and they plan to marry soon." They chattered amongst themselves as if I wasn't there.

"Pathetic.. who would want to marry her of all people!" I was expecting it.

"William.." Lady Tracy bellowed.

"You know that I had specifically asked for her to work for us because I was well aware that she is the most hideous and you agreed saying she must not have had many proposals so she would work for us for years."

It hurt but I was used to it.

"I only agreed because I knew there was no way in hell she would seduce you looking like burned charcoal but someone wants to marry her and we can't take that away from her." Lady Tracy replied.

At this point I knew, I had to leave.

Not just leave the kitchen but leave. I needed to accept Elliot's proposal, I never wanted to see Master William again.