Unchained Desire Part 4

It had been 2 weeks since the whipping.  Everything seemed back to normal which of course included her father shooting a slave in presence of his wife and kids, sending another to Willie Lynch, and having one dragged on the dirt road till he died. The only thing that stayed the same was the intensity of the scorching sun, burning down on the sugarcane plantation with fury unrelenting.

Melanie paced the balcony for the umpteenth time that day, searching for Nigel's figure. It was almost as if he was avoiding her. Scanning the horizon she looked for his familiar silhouette... Disappointment welled in her chest, leaving her bereft and sore.

With a sigh of exasperation she turned back inside, with a mind to return again at dusk. The figure standing at the entrance made her freeze in her midstep.

Staring at her, eyes beaming like two molten cauldrons, Nigel stood at the door to the balcony, holding some papers.

The man she had spent sleepless nights thinking about, searching for was finally here.

Her heart skipped, tripped, somersaulted, then stopped, all in the space of a moment. The sight of him made the world blur out, leaving only his seductive, muscular, physique at the center of everything...

Nigel's nostrils flared as he walked towards her. She looked like she was searching for something, or someone and disappointed. He had done his best to avoid her since the incident at the shack. Wanting her almost as desperately as he wanted to stay alive. A painful decision which almost undid his sanity. Until the master caught him on his way out, sending him to her.

Even though the agitated and frustrated look on her face unnerved him, locking eyes with her did far worse. Her twin blue eyes threatened to suck him out of his soul, igniting the fire he had fought so valiantly to douse.

"Your father sent me up just before he went on his journey.'' His croaked. Barely maintaining composure, he shifted from one foot to the other as he extended the papers to her.

Her heart beat quickened as his fingers brushed slightly against hers. Electricity surging between them.

"Bring them to my room." Her voice sounded harder than she planned as she turned to walk past him, quickening her pace lest he read her thoughts.

There was no time anymore and he had to pay for leaving her all these days, even after she cared for his wounds.

Moving through the tastefully furnished house, Nigel caught more glimpses of beautiful furniture and tapestry. Mr Shaw might be an inhuman slave owner, but he certainly had good taste in everything else.

The house slaves barely raised their head as he trailed Melanie's retreating figure navigating through the large manor.

His eyes fell on her backside as she walked brisquely through the house. He hadn't noticed before now that her bottom was quite rounded and plump. Almost as supple as the negros who worked here. Here slender, flexible hips swayed with each stride as she moved with the grace of a panther, meandering with surefooted steps through the building. She proved as much a beauty from behind as she did from before.

He had only began to mentally imagine how she would look under the pink dress when she suddenly turned into a large room at the corner, beckoning that he enter quickly.

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Melanie knew there might never be another time and she wasn't about to let this opportunity pass her by. He had to be punished for stealing her heart since she was five, and avoiding her even after she took care of his wounds.

She closed the door, locking it tight with a sense of urgency that only heightened her desire. She knew what she had to do was wrong, but she didn't care anymore.

Nigel tried to hand her the papers but was almost thrown off balance when she launched herself into his arms.

Melanie's ragged breaths came hot all over his face as she held on to him. She seemed like this wild vixen out of control as he voice came out raspy.

Her face close to his she said; "You've avoided me all these days, now i have to fuck you!!" Then her lips gnashed against his.

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