Free The Tithe That Binds by Candace Smith Page B

at the farm… or better yet… back in Barrington. The second thing that registered was that the hand stroking her did not belong to a woman. Debra trembled and disappeared, as Mara, tithe to a Mistress and the devil, returned to the terrifying reality of slavery.
    Elijah felt her freeze when she woke up. Before Gabrielle had walked to the kitchens to order an early breakfast for them, she had kissed him and whispered she wanted him to wake up Mara. Elijah knew his wife’s generous motive. She wanted him to enjoy her tithe before he left to go to the flatlands.
    Eli began caressing Mara’s back, skating his fingertips over the goose bumps that had risen. It pleased him that she was already learning his touch. He threaded his fingers through her thick braid and lifted her, dragging her to her knees in the middle of the bed.
    Even in the dim light of the room, Mara could see his black eyes shining… staring at her with a look of arousal and narrowing in threat. He rose and climbed out from under the quilt, and she squeezed her eyes closed after glancing at his erection. The wooden frame of the bed groaned as the man held her hair while he knelt behind her.
    Mara was petrified; petrified when the silken skin of his hard shaft rested against the small of her back, and petrified because she felt her pussy cramp and begin to dampen. She prayed that he would not touch her and find her humiliating response. When he let go of her hair and his hands wrapped around her waist, she shuddered. A quiet wail of despair escaped her lips when his fingers brushed lower, slowly sinking between her thighs and splitting her fleshy lips.
    Eli smiled at the arousal coating his fingers, and the girl stiffened and tried to move forward. He placed a hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her down into the pillows, keeping his knees between her spread thighs that remained in their folded position beneath her belly. When she tried to straighten them, he lifted her hips.
    Mara panicked and screamed into the soft pillows when his arm reached around her hips to hold her still. His other hand slipped along her folds, dipping in and out of her pussy. He brushed her clit and she pressed into his hand, needing his touch and terrified at the thought. Her mind wanted him to stop, but every time she tried to will him away and pretend he was not behind her, stroking her and plunging into her channel with his fingers, her body rebelled against her. Soon, she was pressing her raised bottom into his groin and rubbing his stiffened rod.
    Eli heard her wailing into the pillow and trying to shake her head, but the tithe’s body told a different story. He smiled and kept his tight grip on her hips. It was a paradox of sensation battling her fear while he gently stroked her pussy and encouraged her passion. She will learn she can’t deny her desire.
    Mara was finally reduced to racking sobs and small, stifled mewls of humiliation while she ground her pussy into his hand, trying to connect with her clit and relieve the cramping flutters with an orgasm. The devil man kept her peaked and added a new movement to his stroking. His fingers tickled across her bead, into her channel, and began pressing into her bottom. Mara began screaming again, realizing his intention.
    The man never spoke. He kept her in the vise grip, and with her wrists bound behind her she could not move the stack of soft pillows to turn her head and vent her anger. Eli watched her hands go from frantic clenching and twisting, to tightly folded fists. She was shuddering, and she clamped down tightly on the fingers entering her ass.
    When she was well lubricated with her own juices, he lined his cock up with her virgin hole. He would not be able to use her pussy until she was bred by one of his sons, but he could certainly avail himself of her other tight channel. He pushed against her entrance, pressing until he slowly slid and squeezed passed the muscle.
    Ow… stop… please, don’t. Mara’s