He gets what he wants

Dear Diary, (Still May 23rd, now in the evening)

I remember staring at my plantation overseer in shock and alarm, until he pushed me firmly towards the rusted bed covered with a nasty old blanket stained and threadbare in two or three spots.

“Don't worry, Miss. Your secret is safe with me.” Mr. Kyleson's eyes never left mine as he removed his clothing. “I'm not going to cause trouble for you or and start telling you how you should act up in the plantation house.” I should have been relieved by this assurance, but by now it was clear that I had other concerns. "When you come to the barns though, you are stepping into my domain. I'm the master and you're just another nigger bitch,” he pointed to the narrow window looking into the adjoining room, “just like those pretty new breeders in there and just like your mama.”

I was embarrassed, uncertain but I was aroused too. I came to the barns to find Mr. Kyleson, expecting to end up with him as my lover, I just didn't think it would be like this. I removed the last of my undergarments and was as naked as the dark-skinned girls in the other room waiting on the bed as Kyleson kicked off the last of his clothes and looked me over with obvious delight.

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The fact of the matter is that I wanted him as much as he wanted me. From the moment Mr. Kyleson burst into my private library and saved me from my cousin's intent, I've wondered what those powerful hands would feel like on my slender young body. When he ordered me to take off my dress, I thought he was going to take me right there in the tack room. And then I was pinned against the wall of this small room looking down at the trio of collared slaves waiting to be bred while his hands roamed over my body like he owned me. I should have hated it, but I could feel my core heating and the distinct tightening of my sensitive nipples as he climbed onto the bed next to me.

“Spread those pretty legs, girl.” He growled coarsely, “unless you want me to strap you down on the pony.” I don't even know what the pony is, but it didn't matter. By that time, I could no longer deny what I was. I spread open my legs without a word of protest and let him position me, just like a good negro **** should.