Kyleson has her at a disadvantage

Dear diary, (still May 22nd, continued from previous page)

I did my best to maintain some control of the situation.

“I'm not a ****, Mr. Kyleson,” Even to my own ears the words lacked the authority I had hoped to convey, and Mr. Kyleson was not impressed.

“I know why you're here, Miss.” I remember being stunned as his hand boldly cupped my cheek, “the same reason your mama used to sneak down to the barns all those years ago.” My mother used to sneak away from my father's side to meet with Kyleson? It was so hard to think, alone in that dimly lit room with Sean touching me like that. Was he saying what I think he was?

“I came here to thank you, Mr. Kyleson, nothing more.” The breathy whisper was more of a plea than a statement of fact and Sean just tilted my head back and kissed me like I had said nothing at all.

“You came to me because you need a man to fill your little brown pussy.” I should have slapped that arrogant Irishman or kneed him where it hurts ... or at the very least said 'no', but I knew he was right. Ever since he saved me from Manton, I've wanted to feel his strong hands on my smooth skin ... I've squirmed shamelessly, thinking about his muscular legs spreading open my soft feminine thighs. In spite of last night's careful penned rationalizations for why I needed to make sure Havenhall's overseer was on my side, what I really wanted was to have him fuck me.

I can't believe I just penned those awful words, but if I am not honest with myself on these pages then what's the point of keeping this diary?

Kyleson's kiss made my knees buckle and in no time at all I was clinging to his broad shoulders as his hands explored my body. He pulled away as abruptly as he started the embrace, and I was left swaying on unsteady feet trying to catch my breath.

“We'd better get you out of that fancy dress of yours, Miss Diflorentini.” There was no attempt at seduction, just the assumption that I would do as he told me to. “We don't want it to get all mussed up with nasty barnyard muck.” I let him work loose the lacings of my dress and then lift it up over my head without even a token protest and stood in silence as he stepped back to look me over.

“Damn girl, I sure hope you fuck as good as you look.” I lowered my eye in shame not sure how to respond to a comment like that. But I don't even know if he noticed my discomfort as he turned his attention to stripping off his own clothes. “Your mama knew all kinds of ways to please a man.” In spite of everything, I found I wanted to hear what my mother's life was like as a ****. “Those trainers taught that girl up good before she got auctioned off. I don't suppose she taught you any of those whore tricks of hers?” I've heard other men talk about my mother that way when they didn't know I was nearby, so it doesn't come as a complete surprise. From what he said though, it sounds like she had been taught these how to please a man even before she was auctioned off as a ripe teen ready to be plucked.

“No?” He chuckled softly, “No matter. You are still one Hell of a fine-looking woman. In those fancy underthings you look almost white.” I still don't know if he thought he was complimenting me or reminding me of my precarious position here at Havenhall.

“Come with me, Miss.” The bare-chested overseer took my small smooth hand in his much larger and rougher one and led me to the door. “There's something you need to see if you are going to be the mistress of this plantation.”