(Thank you for reading my story. Sorry for the delay. I have at least one more chapter coming. I welcome your feedback and constructive criticism.)
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The blue light of night was just about to give way to the gradually increasing white light of day. Emaline awoke instinctively with the sun to prepare for her chores. As she fluttered her big, beautiful eyes, she became suddenly aware of the unfamiliar surroundings. The realization made her body jerk in response, and she immediately felt her master's heavy hand clamp around her waist. She blinked. She was in the main house, in his room, in his bed! As she shifted her legs slightly beneath the covers, she felt a little twinge of soreness between her thighs. "Oh my," she whispered. She froze and remembered fondly and fearfully- the events of the previous night. Master Edward had claimed her virginity just as easily as he claimed ownership of her. He owned her and did as he pleased. And although she could not refuse him, she was not entirely sure she would want to.
As Emaline recalled, her dismal ideas of what it meant to become a woman had been debunked. Instead, the whole experience was not nearly as unpleasant as she thought it would be. She realized then that she was sort of fond of Master Edward. Although she feared him, he was not scary. Although he towered over her and could easily overpower her with his physical strength, he was gentle. He had not thrown her down and forced himself onto her. He had kissed her tenderly and eased into her. His authority was ever real; he had reminded her of it. But somehow she found herself wanting to submit to him. It was confusing and exciting. She wondered what would happen between them now. Would he come for her often and have relations with her whenever he wanted? Did she want him to? She did not know what to expect.
Edward was lying on his stomach, breathing slowly, his arm still placed possessively around her waist. Emaline remembered their nakedness as he shifted his body and the sheet slid down his back. His muscles caught the light and shadows of the room, showing off his toned physique. Emaline's eyes widened at how attractive his body looked. Her mind replayed how she had clung to that strong back with her fingertips as Master Edward pummeled into her. A surge of heat ran through her body.
Emaline shook her head quickly, coming back to her senses. She noticed the room began to fill with dim sunlight. It was time to get up and get to work. But was she allowed to leave? Was she supposed to wake Master? She felt afraid to move and afraid not to. "Mmm, my sweet Emmy. How nice it is to have you in my bed first thing in the morning." Master Edward's hand glided up from her waist and caressed her firm, round breasts. Emaline inhaled sharply as her body responded to Edward's touch. He slid his hand back down slowly and reached her soft, curly pubic hair, then grazed the skin below. "And how do you feel... here? Are you sore?"
The question surprised and embarrassed her. "Um...oh sir that tickles, uh yes sir I feel a little sore," she admitted almost inaudibly.
"Well Emmy, that ain't nothin' to be ashamed of, now that's to be expected when a girl loses her virginity. I tried to go easy on you. It'll get better."
"Yes sir." Edward pulled himself up on his elbows. His biceps caught Emaline's eyes. He pulled the sheet back completely and watched Emmy shiver a little.
"Let me get a good look at your beautiful little body before you jump up and get to your chores." His hands were all over her all at once. He palmed her nipples and traced the curve of her neck. He squeezed her hips and rubbed her dark, creamy thighs. "And beautiful you are. And you are all mine.," That last declaration came with a slight darkness to his voice. "Emmy," he looked her square in the eyes, "you- are- mine. You understand?" She nodded. "I don't want you letting any of those slave boys touch you!" The sternness in his voice made Emaline blink and nod with fear.
"Yes sir."
"They're gonna try, believe me. You won't mean to do it, but you're going to walk a little differently now. You ain't a little girl no more. When a man sees that, he's going to want to claim you for himself." Edward stroked Emaline's hair and his tone softened. "Did you like being with me Emmy?"
She was afraid to say anything but yes. "Yes sir. My body ain't never felt nothin like that before. I was so scared, but it wasn't how I thought it was gonna be. I mean it hurt at first, but then..." Edward was getting hard just listening to her. He continued to stroke her wild, fuzzy hair. Emaline stopped suddenly and lowered her eyes in shame.
"Go on Emmy. But then what?" He knew she had enjoyed him, she came twice- once on his hot, wet tongue and once on his hard, pulsing cock. He was rock hard now and ready to take her again. But he needed to hear her say it. His domineering, possessive manhood needed to be stroked by her admitting that she had enjoyed him.
"Well I feel kinda strange sayin' this but, it didn't hurt after a while. It felt... well, kinda nice. I mean, it felt real nice." She turned her head to the side feeling embarrassed that she had confessed something she felt should have been kept a secret. It didn't seem right. She was supposed to feel angry at him for forcing her, right? Except he hadn't really forced her. That was the problem. He made her want him. He had watched her adoringly, kissed her, given her a gift. He handled her carefully and did things to make her feel pleasure. Her mind began racing in confusion again.
Before she could clear her head, Master Edward moved above her and tilted her head back for a kiss. The kiss came with urgency. His mouth descended on her in an instant and he reached between her legs to feel the wetness she didn't know was there. "I gotta have you again. Right now!" He pushed her thighs apart with his own. Emaline whimpered and her body tensed. "I know you're tender, I'll be gentle. Open up for me baby." He grabbed his erection in his hand and stared down at her. Her eyes were squeezed shut. He circled her entrance with the tip of his thickness. "Let me see those pretty brown eyes." As soon as she opened them, he surged into her. Her eyes widened and she drew in a deep breath.
"Ah, Master Edward!" Her perky tits bounced with his thrust. He shoved himself in and out over and over. Each time Emaline's body pushed and pulled along with him. They found a comfortable rhythm. Her legs wrapped themselves around his body without her even realizing it. She cried out with each stroke. Edward snaked both hands under Emaline's perfect ass and held her up off the bed. He stretched her tight pussy and she clung to him helplessly. Their bodies began to moisten with sweat as the morning sun poured in through the window. The contrast of their skin tones- light against dark made Edward crazy with lust. He watched as his pale rod pistoned into her dark canal.
Emaline was overwhelmed- all of her nerve endings were alive with pleasure. There was no pain, only hot sensations of sheer bliss. She liked the way her round bottom melted into Master Edward's hands. His grip was his claim over her body. She felt completely trapped beneath him, but she had no desire to escape. Her hands held onto his forearms. She watched as his veins bulged out from his tight hold on her body. Without warning, a surge of heat radiated from her core. She reached up and pushed her palm onto Master Edward's chest. She felt the climax rising and found the depths of his eyes. The look on her face was pleading and all she could do was whisper, "Master! Master! Aaah!"
The breathless cries caused Edward to fall forward in his arousal and bury his face into Emaline's neck. He joined the crescendo of her orgasm, meeting her whispers with guttural moans. With a few final forceful thrusts, he came hard. Their bodies collapsed into the mattress. Edward rolled off and onto his back. They both were panting like dogs.
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"Hey Nessa, where's Emmy?" Celia asked, but she already knew the answer.
"She ain't neva make it back here last night" Nessa was bent over putting on her shoes.
"Well here she come right now!" With Celia's declaration, both girls looked up and saw Emaline rushing down to the slaves' cabins. She looked flustered and nervous. She slipped into the modest little cabin they all shared, closed the door behind her, and rested her head back against the door.
"What's wrong Emmy? Ya looks like a rabbit with a hound dog chasin' ya," Celia chuckled.
"Ain't nobody chasin' her but Master!" Nessa chimed in.
"Oh y'all let me be. I gotta get my work clothes on and get back up to the kitchen 'fore Mimi comes lookin' for me." Emmy pushed off the door and got busy changing her dress.
