Southern Belle in Chains (Interracial Erotica) by Bobbi Love

Author:Bobbi Love
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: breeding, dubious consent, reluctance, bmww, creampie, interracial sex, deflowering, romance 1800s, interracial bdsm, plantation sex

Part Six

"That bastard, that fucking bastard," I kept thinking well into the night. "I can't believe that fucking black bastard made me use my mouth on him. How foul! How disgusting! And then he dared shoot all that cum into my mouth! And what did he do afterwards? He just laughed!"

Going to sleep was impossible. My stomach churned mutinously. Fresh tears were building behind my lids, making them sting. For the most part, I found myself sitting in a chair, quietly fuming while Samson's large body slept peacefully in the bed.

Part of me wanted to plunge a knife directly into his heart —which would have been fitting since he'd already ripped my heart out long ago. But I knew that I was not a murderer. Moreover, I knew that Samson was only partially to blame because it was probably in his nature to act like an animal. Besides, my situation could have been worse. When I finally escaped this hell hole, and when I finally met my future husband, at least I would be able to honestly tell him that my virginity was still intact.

Across the room, Samson rolled onto his large stomach and began to snore loudly.

After scanning the room several times, I realized that there was no way I would be able to wait until tomorrow to escape this place. Suddenly I got out of the chair and started walking towards the area where Samson kept his cash.

After taking a few deep breaths, I bent down to remove the floorboard. I lifted the floorboard and was delighted to see that the cigar box was there just like I'd expected it to be. My hands were shaking as I took the bills out, deciding not to bother with the coins because I didn't want to risk the possibility of waking the slumbering black giant several feet away.

I was almost free.

Extremely carefully, I closed the cigar box and started to fit the floorboard back into place.

Then the snoring stopped abruptly.

Then it happened.

"What you doin' woman? What you be doin' over there?"

With heart and mind racing, I tried to come up with some response that would sound as plausible as it was guileless. Drawing in shaky breath, I said, "Nothing, nothing at all. Did I wake you? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I was sitting here because I didn't want to wake you."

My voice trailed off.

I lacked the will and conviction to continue.

Samson sat up in bed, pulled at his earlobe, made a dismissive gesture, but didn't say anything. There was a long pause in the dark room.

For a long time I waited for something to happen. All of Samson's dollar bills were curled up into my tight fist, which I kept securely behind my back. My plan was to sit and wait —wait to see what happened next and then respond accordingly. But when I heard the bed springs jostle, I panicked, got up, and started running towards the door. My heart felt like it was going to explode in my chest.

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