Black Master, White Slave
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by Rebecca duBois-Guilbert
Category: Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica/Mainstream
Description: In the Charleston of 1820 slavery was a way of life. Josiah Cavanaugh was wealthy, educated and black; when he bought the white Irish slave Pegeen he was fulfilling his own dark fantasy. Pegeen, a slave since she was five, only hoped for a decent master. Neither of them expected the explosion of passion their joining would cause. Used in bed by several masters for their own pleasure, Pegeen had no idea of how enjoyable a woman could find sex. Josiah purchased the white girl on a whim; he never anticipated that showing her the joy of lovemaking could increase his own. Neither could foresee that they would fall in love, nor the complications that would result.
eBook Publisher: Red Rose Publishing, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: June 2010
13 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [114 KB]
Reading time: 67-94 min.
Pegeen knew that a slave should keep its head down and do nothing to draw attention to itself, but she couldn't help looking around and then exclaiming in pleasure. The room was so beautiful it might have come from Heaven itself. Done in yellow and white and gold, it was prettier than anything she had ever seen in the islands.
"I am glad you approve," said Josiah Cavanaugh in a stern voice.
Immediately she dropped her gaze and stood still, intently studying the carpet. She didn't need to look at him to be amazed all over again.
Where she had come from the slaves had been white and black and a few brown, but without exception the masters had all been white. For a black man to own slaves was something totally outside her imagination, but apparently this man did.
At the slave broker's she had studied him covertly. Dark, with hair cropped so close it couldn't kink, he was muscular and well built and dressed as nicely as any white man she had ever seen. His face was handsome but hard, as if he never smiled, nor spoke more than he had to.
He circled her slowly and though she saw nothing but the carpet at her feet it was as if she could feel his gaze going over her like the hot winds of an island summer.
"Take off your dress."
Pegeen looked up, shocked. "In your drawing room?"
The hard face became harder and his words were like small stones. "You are a slave. I bought you. I own you. If you do not please me I can take you to bed, whip you, brand you, even kill you and no one will say a word because you are my property. Do you understand?"
Recklessly Pegeen looked him in the eye. His eyes were large and black, with slightly yellowish whites, as if reflecting a spring sun. They were also hard and completely devoid of human emotion.
"I have been a slave since I was five years old," she replied in level tones. "I have been sold half a dozen times. I was ten when I was sold away from my mother, and I have no idea if she still lives or not. I know what owners can do to slaves."
"Then take off your dress!"