Free Slave Of Destiny by Derek Easterbrook

dining room.
    “H…Hi” she stuttered, feeling like an idiot. “ I’m thirty
years old and I’m acting like a love-sick child. Stop it ” she scolded
herself.
    “I didn’t think you would like it with the nuns” he laughed.
    She was tongue-tied being so close to him again, so she said
nothing.
    “They didn’t cut off your tongue too” he suggested,
cheerfully.
    “N…No” she whispered, just before Lucretia arrived with her
tray.
    She ate in stony silence as he looked intently at her.
    “I was going to take a walk around the property. Would you
like to come with me?” he asked.
    “Yes, thank you” she said.
     
    Constance and Vijendra walked from the house then over to the
pasture with cows, then the one with the horses before going over to the stream
when she unashamedly kissed him under a large tree.
    “I thought you hated me” he said when they parted.
    “I thought that too” she mentioned before kissing him again.
“Let’s go back to the house.”
     
    Constance woke up naked in his bed and she could feel his
flaccid penis pressing against her butt as she lay on her side. His left arm was
draped over her and his hand nestled between her legs. His warm body felt
wonderful, so she pressed her butt and grinded her hips against him. She felt
his erection pressing against her and the heat grew in her loins. They had
already made love, but she wanted more of this wild man.
    “I love you, Constance” he whispered as his free hand pushed
between her legs.
    “I love you too” she purred. “Make love to me again.”
    “It will be my pleasure” he whispered in her ear, before he
rolled her over to face him.
     
    * * *
     
    Michael began work at the tavern the next morning after his
chat with Vijendra, peeling potatoes and carrying water for the cook,
in-between washing dishes, pots and pans. Sweeping floors and emptying the
rubbish bins added to his list of chores. The day began at 6am and he didn’t
return home until 8pm at night. All his food was supplied and he ate at the
tavern. When Michael returned to his room at night he quickly washed before falling
asleep. After five days he became accustomed to the routine, but he was looking
forward to his first day off. Dayang had warned him to stay away from the
owner’s daughter and Michael heeded his words. “ She’s poison that one. If
you touch her, her father will cut off your balls. ”
     
    Michael was fascinated by the faces and attire of the men who
frequented the dingy tavern. Occasionally he had to remove the dirty plates and
cutlery and wipe the tables over. Some had scruffy beards, while others wore
long and curly mustaches. Some even had one wooden leg. The stench of sweat, unwashed
bodies and stale beer saturated the air.
    “I haven’t seen you here before” said a voice behind me.
    Michael turned around and saw a beautiful girl standing
there.
    “I’ve been working here for five days” he said, not realizing
who she was.
    “Well get to work or I’ll tell my father you’re slacking off”
she sneered.
    Her twisted smile marred her beautiful face, so Michael
assumed this was the boss’s daughter.
    “Ok Miss” he mumbled humbly before returning to the kitchen with
the tray of soiled dishes.
    The less he saw of her, the better he would feel.

Chapter 9
     
    It was almost
midnight when Michael extinguished the candle in his room. It had been a long
day and his eye lids felt like they were weighted with lead. He started work
before 6am this morning and he only had two rest breaks, but he still worried
Pricilla would find him slacking off. The faint sounds of voices, laughter and
then moans filtered through the open window, so he rolled over on his side and
tried to block out the sounds. After a while the sounds died down and Michael
closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
     
    Michael opened the
door when he heard a soft knock, early in the morning, and then stepped aside
to let Constance in.
    “Hello Michael” she
said,