Master Gallagher

Called me different

Mr Durham had his fiftieth birthday celebration. It was a milestone achievement into old age for someone with so much wealth and over seven children with different mothers. It wasn't anything new. I was—

Obviously not very not invited.

I knew how those always events planned out, I used to help serve every time there was an event at the Gallagher household. People would arrive extravagantly dressed up and powder faced. Socialize for a bit, more like comparing wealth and achievements. They would then gather around the piano for entertainment. Playing piano pieces composed by Oliver Shaw, Thomas Moore. Most of the time they just repeated the same songs like "Coming through the Rye," "Annie Laurie," "Old Dan Tucker" and "Oh, Susannah."... I had them all memorized by head.

After their piano sessions they would eat because what's a party without a big meal. They would socialize and simultaneously find slaves to make a banter about or look for a slave to be angry at. The theme never got old. It was ridiculously stupid. I found myself seeing Mr. Durham differently after all the nice things she said about him as her father. I'd say it takes a lot of guts to raise a half breed child in a society like this one. Over my dead body would I do it. I would die if shame and embarrassment. Everyone would know what.. I had been up to with Master William. I feel the slaves, I call family would be disappointed..

I thought I was home alone.

I was startled when I head the door. I immediately went to see who it was? It was only seven pm and I figured none of them would be back till tomorrow. They would all probably sleep at the Durham mansion. I had even made myself a proper meal.. spoiling myself you would say. I did not get to do this all the time, so why not?

"Master William?" I questioned when I saw him walk in with a tired look on his face.

"Panashe." He said softly, removing his bow tie.

"Are you well?"

"Not well enough for a party, I suppose."

"Oh.." was the only thing I said.

"I might have a fever." He added.

"Go lay down in bed, I will make you some soup."

"Look at you ordering me around like you're my wife?" He chuckled. "I wish.. I really wish." He muttered.

"Did you have too much to drink maybe?"

"A little bit." He said softly. "Panashe, I'm not happy."

"Well if it makes you feel any better, I'm not either. I doubt anyone is but you should be. With all the privilege that you have." I said a little too sassy for my own liking. I figured Master William was drunk and soft. He looked at me wearily before going up the stairs, I followed behind him. He seemed tipsy. He struggled with removing his attire, I helped him making sure not to touch where I should be or should have. Once he was down to his undergarments he let out a sigh and got in the blankets. I thought he was about to sleep but he wouldn't.

"I think.. I'm cursed." He said groggily.

"I don't think so. I'm more cursed than you're."

His blue orbs looked at me intensely, making me uncomfortable under his gaze as he laid on the bed, the continental pillows supporting his neck. I'd say he looked adorable but no..

"Why do say that?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I replied.

"You can't reply a question with a question."

There are his remarks.

"I have nothing to look forward to. I was born, I will work and serve till... till I die which I wished was sooner."

"Do not speak that way.." he replied seeming concerned.

"I'm sorry. I will take my leave now."

"Please do not leave?" This was the first time he ever said please.

"I have to make you soup."

"No, I enjoy your company better."

I nodded and went to sit besides him.

"Why do you want to sleep in the guest room tonight?"

He chuckled. "The smell of Tracy is all over the master bedroom. I loathe it."

"But she is your wife."

"I really tried.. I honestly tried to be like my father. To be the somewhat normal white man but I can't. I do not like treating people the way.. I do. I do not like the way things are. I never did. I don't even love Tracy, it was an arranged marriage but we knew each other growing up so that made it easier."

"You don't have to treat people that way.. if you don't like it."

"It's not that easy!"

"I'm sure it isn't." I muttered fumbling with my fingers.

"I'm sorry."

This really had me taken aback.

"For everything." He sighed. "For forcing myself on you and.. I just really hate myself for it. I'm sorry."

"It takes a good person to accept that they made a mistake." I replied.

"I had been wanting to do it for as long as I could remember.." He said clearing his throat. "My father didn't suggest you come work here. I actually asked that of him. My bedroom window was always in full view of the ranch. I'd always watch you.."

I was speechless.

"You.. are really something." He muttered.

I gulped down a feeling of hysteria. "I will go.."

"Look.. I listened when you said I was putting your life in danger. I stopped coming, I stopped stealing glances, I stopped everything but.. I can't anymore it's honestly torture."

My heart seemed to flutter the more he said these things. I hate him, please let it always be that way. He is drunk.

"Please come sleep here.. beside me just this once."

"I—"

"Please.." He seemed vulnerable so I did. We had never slept on a double bed together. This was more comfortable than mine. I found myself looking at the stubble on his sharp jaw. His chest chiseled and glistening.. I yearned to touch it. When I looked up to meet his eye. I realized he was already looking at me. It made me really nervous.

"Can we pretend things were different?" He said his thumb tracing my lips. I was already soaked and tingly. He had this effect on my body and it scared me to death. I felt like a weakling for always giving in.

"What do you mean?"

"Let's say.. we met when we were kids which we obviously did. I asked you on a date in our late teens. We were so in love, I asked your father for your hand in marriage and he said yes. We got married. I broke your virginity on our wedding night and now.. this is our marital bed. We're trying to have a child.."

"Well things aren't different. We're in a guest room and I'm a maid more like a slave who attends to house chores and the Masters s****l needs. Your wife could arrive anytime soon and I wouldn't want to be found in this position. You broke my virginity in your office when you asked me to bring you tea but ended up.. laying me cold on the table. We're not trying to have a child because I still value the little bit of life I have left."

"You just had to ruin it with reality.." he replied with a sigh. I couldn't look into his eyes, it intimidated me.

"It's not exactly a lie. You once mentioned that I'm so hideous, I should be grateful that you even touch me. I'm really grateful you were my first everything, I was such a lucky girl.. to be busy with a married man."

Master William cleared his throat.

"I actually thought insulting you would make you less appealing but it did not. I apologize, I'm really not like that."

For a moment it was quiet. His eyes stared at my lips before he finally muttered "Can I?"

"You never asked before so I don't see why you should now.."

"I want your consent.."

"No." I replied. I wanted it but no.

"That's perfectly fine." He said.

"I suppose it is." I smirked.

"Do you want me to beg?"

"I did not say that Master William."

"There we go again with that.. name." He hissed. "Please Panashe will you allow me to make love to you on this bed? Can we forget everything for a moment."

It sounded tempting.

"Don't do anything inside me.."

"I really honestly want to so bad. It takes everything in me not to."

"Then we can not."

"Do you not want to bare my child?" Master William questioned.

"Please don't even speak of children. Why would you want to bring a child into this horrible world? That's selfish."

"I will be honest, when it comes to you.. I'm selfish, I lose all common sense." He sighed. "Can you just lay in my arms then.. I won't try anything?"

I allowed him to.

Not ignoring how I could feel his hard on pressed again me. I faced the other side not being able to look at him. He held me from behind. His breath tickled my neck so did his stubble. His breath wreaked of alcohol. It did not bother me. His hand entwined with mine and for a moment a knew what he meant when he said 'forget everything'

"You always smell so good."

"Thank you." I replied not knowing what to say.

"It's so honestly so painful for me to have you in this position and not be able to.."

"I know." I said almost immediately. I do not know what got into me when i turned around to kiss him. He deeper the kiss. The feel of his tongue on mine left me breathless. When his hand was about to go up my dress.. I pulled away.

"Please don't ruin this one!"

I started unbuttoning it myself. He only smirked before helping me with the rest. His scrutinizing gaze on my body left my throat dry. "I really wish things were different." He said before connecting our lips. I didn't have a response to that. I opened my thighs wider to accommodate him. We were both naked in no time. He took his time.. it wasn't rushed. It was slow and sensual. He laid a soft kiss in between the valley of my breasts down my stomach down until he was licking all the juices out of me. He had never done this to me before. I held onto his hair, not being able to stomach his tongue against my most sacred place. It didn't take time before I gave in and reached my high.

He held me like a gem. Touching me in all the right places. He laid gently kisses on my neck where he whispered stupid things that made me laugh. For a moment I had my hands wrapped around his neck, his eyes looking into mine. A smile found itself on my lips. He smiled too. It was stupid but we just stayed in that position for a while longer.

He laid a soft kiss that turned into heavy making out. "Do you want me to?"

I nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" I giggled annoyed with him wanting to be super sure. I then realized that drunk William was a gentleman. He pushed the tip in my core which made me close my eyes at the slight discomfort. It had only been a week without..

"Are you okay?" He questioned. I wanted to roll my eyes and tell him that, I have been taking this whether I liked it or not and it really shouldn't matter now. Instead I opened my thighs wider allowing him to fully enter and stretch me out. He closed his eyes and hissed incoherent words. I liked seeing him weak and out of control. He found my lips again.. fondling my breasts here and there. He pulled out only to push back into my moist folds. I whimpered helplessly.

"I wish this was our reality." He growled in my ear.

"It is, only for a moment and that's fine." I told him before he placed his lips on mine. I did not mind the taste of alcohol. He made me feel so good nothing mattered. He made me feel wanted and loved. I knew this was wrong but I did not regret it. We went at it like starved animals. He suddenly flipped us over and I could fully feel him deep inside me.

"I—"

"Just move your hips up and down then move—" he held my hips with both his hands directing me. "Sideways.."

"Just don't.. inside me."

This made him laugh. His messy blonde hair and dimpled smile made me weak. How could someone like him.. find anything about me appealing... with a wife like her. I just did not understand.

He was really cursed.

He led my hips up and down. Leading us both into our climax. He squeezed my bum, which really made me milk with moist all around him. Just as I was about to continue going up and down on him. He immediately moved pulling out, white substance sprung and I had to admit that he if I had to trust any man with pulling out.. it would be him.

"Precum can also get you pregnant so I really don't understand the point." He chuckled pulling me back into his arms but this time facing him. I panicked.

"What's that?"

Perhaps not being allowed to get an education was every slaves worst disadvantage.

"The liquid, I release while we're having s*x to make sure you're moist enough." He explained.

I immediately felt afraid.

"You're not pregnant, precum is usually dead sperm cells. Trust me, I want to but.."

"I should probably leave before I get in more trouble." Regret was suddenly dawning onto me. I was scared, I was playing with fire. If anything ever happened, Master William would get a pat on the back while I felt all the shame and took all the punishment.

"Panashe.." He called.

"This shouldn't happened again. I'm sorry Master William."

This immediately made him pull me back against his chest. "Calm down. Everything will be okay. Don't be afraid. Everything will be alright. We're not doing anything wrong."

"We're.." I said tears threatening to fall.

"We both wanted this and if God condemns it. We should blame him for making us feel the way we felt right?"

I nodded.

He held me close and whispered assuring words until I peacefully slept in his arms. For the first time, I slept with a man throughout the night in his arms. I felt a void being filled but I knew it was only temporary.