Princess Ces'alena (14 page)

Her bottom lip was pulled into her mouth clenched between her teeth. Her cheeks wet from tears. “I’m sorry it hurt you so. But you’ll get used to me.” He soothed gently, kissing her brow.

She shook her head, “No! Never again…you are an animal!” Manny bit into his lip not to chuckle. “I’m afraid princess, in that…men are all pretty much the same.” He admitted softly.

“I do not care! Never again, do you hear! Not ever!” She cried, even though he lay beside her, it felt as if he were still within her.

She felt swollen, throbbing and sore. The joints of her hips ached from the weight of him and his powerful pounding, leaving her with no doubt that she’d lost her virginity.

Manny sighed refusing to let her go despite her half hearted struggles to be free of him. He hadn’t meant to lose control, but then…he’d never felt the way she made him feel before either. Adding to the fuel, her snug fit, and the pressure to his groin. Finally she gave up trying to get out of his arms as he turned on his side forcing her back to his chest to hold her as his hand constantly soothed her, stroking her until she fell asleep.

Then sometime in the night, she felt him erect once again, probing behind her in the spoon position…before she could mutter a clear gasp, he was impaling her tender soreness once more. His arms like iron bands holding her in place as his hips rocked back and forth, his hands cupping her breast as he filled her to capacity unable to stop himself from climbing once again to the dizzying heights having her sent him to.

Manny didn’t know how or why, but the need was as powerful as the first, if not more so knowing how it made him feel. She was something potent in his system, and he had to work her out of it. This night he would, and after this night...the need would be gone to do so again. It took three times to assuage his need for her.

By dawn, Lena was so sore and swollen, she could not walk. Knowing this, Manny’s conscience bothered him – yet, never quite enough to keep him off of her. Gently he cleansed her, the sight of blood from her making him feel even worse. Carefully he wrapped her in his blue cotton robe and carried her back to Kayleen’s before the plantation awakened and began to stir. She would not look at him the entire time he administered to her, nor when he carried her in his arms. Once inside Kayleen’s cabin, he took her straight to the bed.

Unable to make eye contact with Kayleen. His departing comment was, “Leave her to rest today, and tomorrow if she wishes…” He looked as if about to say more, but left, leaving it unsaid.

Kayleen prepared Lena a hot bath to soak in, her face heavily expressing guilt for leading Lena to his bed, knowing how hard the first time could be. Lena however ignored Kayleen’s guilty prattle as she soaked. The main thing on her mind was how she was going to get away. She didn’t know where she would go, but she was leaving…the third time he stirred and entered her body convinced her of this, she was afraid he would never get enough…and it would never end. Now that she was out of his hands, she would make sure he never took hold of her again. The third night at Webster Fields, Lena decided it was time to leave.

As the night fell and all retired…which she thought would take forever with the old timers that sat on the porches deep into the night sometimes, so she had to outlast them. Once she was convinced they were sleeping as well…she took what she would need and stole out into the night.

For the last couple of days, Manny struggled with a need to see Lena again, just to see how she was…he told himself. But he decided it was best that he leave her alone. After all, he’d gotten his fill…and he’d leave her to herself now. However with that decision, came a rift between him and Kayleen, there was a definite tension when she was speaking to him. Now, when she came to serve him, everything was slammed down in front of him, or tossed at him.

Her words were nothing more than grunts - and if looks could kill. She actually treated his father better than him; to the point of Morris fussing at her in the kitchen. “You just leave that boy be! He doing the right thing and you know it! She free now to do whatever she want, let her set her claws into one of the yard boys now.” That said he turned to leave the kitchen when she followed him to the door, glaring at Manny. “I’m thinkin’, that’s exactly what me and Ma’ Nicey’ll do! With the handsome bunch we got, I’m sure one’ll suit her.”

“You just do that then! Good idea!” Morris shot back.

But Manny sat at the table staring at his untouched food, then finally scooted his chair back and left the room. His face was on fire at the thought of another man laying hands on her. Kissing her, looking into those eyes; he wouldn’t stop to examine himself as to why he felt that way. Why he couldn’t sleep at night; when all else were deep in slumber, he would find himself out on his balcony staring over at Kayleen’s cabin longingly.

Which is where he was when he saw a dark shadow moving with caution from her porch steps, in between cabins to the back of the cabin…then running across from behind towards the woods. He spared but a moment to be stunned…realizing who it was. It was Lena, actually trying to leave, but in his mind…it felt as though she was leaving him.

Lena ran as fast as her feet would carry her, stumbling here and there, trying to maintain her speed as she fled for freedom. She wouldn’t worry over the possible dangers she might encounter, her first duty was to distance herself from Webster Fields and its’ master. As she ran, her shortened breaths were all she heard, the breaking of a branch, the snap of a twig…but something was out of sync. There were branches breaking, twigs snapping, and a rustling of leaves taking place behind her at a much faster pace, and of strong force. She stopped to be sure she was hearing correctly, trying to calm her breathing - when it dawned on her, she was being pursued, and at a pace that would soon over take her.

Lena squealed out, spun grabbing her dress tail and attempted a sprint to reopen the gap…but her stalker was swifter on foot. By the sound of what was coming up behind her, Lena feared she would be trampled by something fierce. She screamed out dropping her bundle as she was grabbed by the arm from behind and swung around …immediately she started swinging. Her blows hurting her more for pounding on a forearm block that was immediate and hard. “Noooooo!” She fought and screamed until Manny had both of her arms in a punishing grip…squeezing and then shaking her like a rag doll. “Stop it!!” He barked…his deep voice fierce and frightening. "How dare you leave me! How dare you!” He shook her until she thought her neck would snap. “Are you mad?! Do you know what could happen to you?” He yelled.

“I don’t care!” She was sobbing as her hands grew numb. He lifted her off the ground to place her face even with his. “You - are - mine!” He ground out with his heart pounding. “What do I have to
do
- to get that through your
head
!?”

Sniffing and crying, she shouted, “No! I am free! I will never be yours!” She didn’t care if he snapped her neck. “You stubborn little-…yes! Yes damn you!” Before she could rebuke him further, his mouth was on hers. What started as a punishment, ended in passion. Manny found himself again with the need to plead with her, but he wouldn’t…she would learn her place…and that was with him. Ignoring her struggle, he laid her down where he found her…and again attempted to slake his lust with her. Lena, try as she might - not to…found pleasure anyway despite the initial pain of his powerful thrust of entry. She didn’t want to cry out, but that something gripped her again, sending her beyond the stars…where he soon joined her. Once again before dawn, Manny returned her to Kayleen’s cabin…his parting statement.

“Don’t try it again…don’t try it again. You’ll find it’ll only turn out as it did last night, me finding you and dragging you back…after - I’ve had you enough.” He caught her wrist mid way to slap him. Incredulous he asked, “Want more do you? Perhaps we should spend a day, the way we spend our nights? That what you want?”

“I want you to leave me alone!” She shot, snatching her wrist away, turning into the cabin and slamming the door with a shove and a scream in his face. Manny stood at the cabin door a few minutes, and then turned stepping down the porch steps – and from no where, he laughed, a deep rolling chuckle.

Some old timers up and out on the porches already looked at him grinning; the snags of missing teeth in their mouths comical. It didn’t bother him that when he took off after her, he took off with nothing on but his breeches and the boots he slipped his feet into. Manny waved at the old timers as they grinned, finding his situation comical.

He could only imagine what they were saying about him, but then… he didn’t care. Scratching his belly…he walked across the yard heading for the out house, the growing coil of tightness that had been increasing over the last two days, suddenly, mysteriously -
gone.
He felt loose – free, he felt good, happy. A smile from thoughts of her lit his young features…eager for the next contest between them.

In the weeks that followed, Lena was taught all she needed to know in the running of the mansion. Morris and Manny’s favorite foods and how they should be prepared. To her dismay however, the longer she stayed, the more so she feared never being able to get away, and if she did, of being found. True to his word, Manny had no intention of letting her go, or leaving her alone for that matter. He failed when it came to her. Failed to maintain the pattern of hitting it once and leaving it. She was like an addictive drug, that no matter what…it would not leave his system, but demanded another fix, and another, and another.

Each time he tried to deny himself her, his treacherous soul turned on him, demanding to be temporarily quenched of the need. A gnawing, aching tension would build in him until he sought her out. Every time he gave in, he promised himself it was the last, but the last never came. Almost everything she did set him off…everything she was, set him off. He was completely out of control; now, it didn’t matter where they were when he took her to Lena’s dismay. If no one was around, and he knew he had a few precious moments to have her…he would have her. Whether that be in the kitchen against the wall…in his study on the sofa…in the corner of the wine cellar, or on the kitchen table. Another place he sought her out, was by the pond where he’d caught her bathing, “No! Go away – you will not!” She’d shout at him, knowing what little good it did, like an animal on the prowl, eyes like a wolf, his assault was instant. He could not get enough, and soon gave up trying.

Understandably, it was to no surprise that within a couple of months of being there, she was with child. Highly emotional, afraid and uncertain, a combination of things made her attempt to run off again. Especially when she heard the murmurings of the other slave women whom he’d bedded in the past, stating it wouldn’t be long now before he grew tired and left her be. Shame so painful shot through her; she was nothing more than a means to his pleasures. King LuMaden’s daughter, reduced to a lowly bed-wench… there was also another source of her pain and shame, but she didn’t want to admit to that one…it could keep her from her goal. This time when she ran, there were reasons that made her determined. The child she carried must be born free, and perhaps… she could somehow find a way back to her father.

Maybe if she promised someone with a ship a great reward for her return, they would get her back to Makia, and her father. So much was going through her mind, how would her father receive her…that she was swelling even now with a child that he might reject due to the shame her state could present. She couldn’t think about that, and trying to revert her thinking, her mind brought up reflections of the months as Maynard Webster’s bed wench, those first couple of weeks, where discomfort still came with his entry. But it always turned to pleasure; a sweet torment that shook her soul and turned her inside out, making her momentarily forget her shame, as he trampled her pride. She had to stop thinking about him…his touch, the way she felt now.

The goal was freedom.

However, she learned something in her second attempt, about herself, and about Maynard Ramsey Webster. Even though her plan left him searching for her a bit longer because she found a tree to climb and hide out in as he searched, not realizing she was right above him quietly waiting for him to move on. Problem, he could not stop; would not stop! At all cost, he had to find her.

A couple of times he was tempted to turn back and call the overseers for help…but he didn’t want them, nor his father knowing she’d run off again. It was a blow to his pride that even now, she could still find the strength in her to deny him. He didn’t understand her, but what he did understand about himself was…he needed her. He was willing to accept that she might always reject his initial touch, just as long as he could feel the pleasure course through her body, as well hear the cries of her passion at the end. Onward he rode upon his roan, carefully tracking her progress - now confused that all trace of her had suddenly disappeared.

Sure that he was heading in a direction the opposite of the way she was going, she climbed down from the tree. Almost a mile from her hideout, something happened that finally forced her to reality. She encountered three trappers who could not believe their good fortune. Running with all her might, and screaming at the top of her lungs, Lena once again experienced a terror that her disobedience might bring the end of her life; now, her unborn child would share in her fate. Her capture was sure, there was no way she could escape the three of them.

Their intent was clear, should they succeed, Lena wanted to die… she didn’t want to live through it. Unfortunately for them, just before the first could get started, Manny came on the scene going mad viewing their intent. His rage left no room for reasoning. When the dust settled, one trapper lay dead, one wounded and the third, a coward; fled before harm could be done to him. Manny, spent, landed on his knees - toppling over from a stab wound to his side as well other injuries.

To see him as he was, fighting for her - in a rage that both frightened her, as well forced her to see that his gentleness and patience with her, was not due to weakness, but a strength she had to admire and respect. To save her, he was oblivious to the possibility of losing his own life. Then noting the blood, and his weakened state, it did something to her she could no longer ignore concerning what she was feeling about him. Now, she could run but there was nothing in her that wanted to…a change of her heart, had come.