Called him Will
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Just when I was beginning to think, I was off the hook and he wasn't coming. I heard foot steps, steady as to not make any sound. The door slowly closed. I turned to look at him. He intimidated me.
"Don't call me Master William, it disgusts me." He said immediately cutting me off. You disgust me! I said to myself.
"Call me Will." He paused. "You make me feel like a bad person which I'm not." He took slow steps approaching me. I did not wish to this close to him. To call him by his name, no!
"She will kill me." I finally said. "Is that what you want? You can beat me to a pulp for saying what I'm about to say but I don't care. I will gladly take it. I don't mind dying in fact I really want to die so badly and you would be doing me a favor."
He seemed amused, he gave me a smirk. I looked away. I hate this man.
"I like this rebellious side of you. I was starting to think you're dim-witted."
"She won't kill you." He added when I remained unwaveringly quiet.
"If you love her why are you doing this? Why do you white men do this? I don't understand. I'm disgusting, you constantly tell me that. I know, Mast—" He glared at me. I wouldn't dare say his name. I wouldn't. He will forever be Master William to me. "I know I'm disgusting but why do you keep doing this. I suppose it's some sort of fun sport for you all."
"I have never said you're disgusting."
"You don't have to say it, I know."
"How would you know?"
"I know." I replied sitting back on my bed. I was terrified because this was the first time we had engaged in a conversation where he didn't force me to talk or relentlessly shout at me.
"I asked you a question?"
"You have to close your eyes whenever you're with me because you can't stomach the thought of being with me."
"Well.. how smart of you." He let his hand run through his blonde her before getting back to me. "Have you ever thought about the fact that I close my eyes because I can't stomach what I'm doing. Why do I do the things I do? I do not know either. There.. I don't but I find myself back here. I have really tried, honestly I have tried to be like my father but.. it's not me."
"He.. insisted you come work here. He knew exactly what would happen. My father loves.." he cleared his throat. "..women of your kind."
I didn't understand why he was telling me this. I just didn't—
"He said your mother was... good and he assumed you would be good too."
"I'm not!" I immediately declared. "Can I return back home then?"
"You're being bold!"
This made me shiver with fear. He could quickly return to being hostile with me.
"Just know that when you return to my fathers house. You will be serving him and trust me.. he will not be as nice as I have been."
"You haven't been nice to me."
"I gave you an orgasm. That was very generous of me."
"What?"
"I made you feel good." He said in simpler words. I immediately felt embarrassed.
"...no."
"Tell that to my manhood that was covered with your nectar."
"Why are you being like this?"
"Being like what?"
"Like this?"
"You don't want me to be like this?"
"I prefer.. when you showed your true monstrous colors. You just want to butter me up before taking me to bed."
"Yes you're right. Figured whenever I'm a tad bit nice to you. I atleast get a wet p***y as opposed to when you're angry at me."
"You and your father are shameless devils."
This earned me, a scorching backhand clap that left tears right under my eyes.
"Pathetic really.. I tried being nice but you're intolerable." He hovered over me and ripped my dress apart.
"This was my favorite dress." I was stupid for saying this at a time like this.
"Was, darling. Now my manhood will be your favorite."
"I hate you!"
"I dare you to say that again.."
"I HATE YOU SO MUCH AND I PRAY YOU GO STRAIGHT TO HELL WHERE YOU WILL BURN CONTINUOUSLY FOR ETERNITY."
His blue eyes darkened with anger.
I was scared.
What have I done!
He unbuckled his belt and ripped my undergarments leaving them shredded and my dignity violated.
"I will see hell later for now we're going to have a bit of heaven." He said forcing my legs open and pushing his manhood inside my core. It hurt.
"I hate you!"
He roughly kissed me.
"I'm convinced that's why you're so wet."
It's not like I could control my body. I wish I was as dry as the desert but he his soft plump lips went on mine. I lost it.. I was soaked, when his tip teased my clit, I drenched with lust.
His lips ravaged mine once more as he slammed into me. It made me helplessly whimper.
"You still hate me?"
"I h-hate—"
He slammed into me so hard my bed broke with a thud. We both came to a halt. It seemed one of the beds corner leg had failed to take it.
"I will fix it tomorrow.." He said huskily in my ear.
"Alright.." I said clearly not in my right mind.
He lifted me off the bed and slammed me against the wall. I helplessly cried at how good it felt and how wrong it was. My tears streamed down my cheeks, I didn't understand why I was crying yet enjoying this. He slowed down.. his thrusts. To think just a few hours ago my body hurt and now it was all forgotten. I don't know what came over me as I kissed him back and let my fingers run through his hair. He growled even more whenever I did.
"Will.."
"Yes?"
"I r-really hate you."
"I'm sure you do." He said biting on my neck. The minute his teeth came into contact with my skin. I lost it. I tightened around his girth and came undone. He gave me two last thrusts before abruptly pulling out and spilling onto the floor.
He stayed still for while breathing heavily.
I was suddenly back in my right mind.
Embarrassed.
He walked back towards my broken bed with a corky smile on his lips. He kissed me once more and I liked it.
In about a minute, he was pulling his pants back up. Without a word, he left me alone and confused. Maybe he wasn't the only one going to hell..
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