Princess Ces'alena (26 page)

“Hm hm, is that alright with you?”

“Oh mama, of course it’s alright. I’m gonna be a big brother. I can’t wait.” He said as he grabbed her for a hug. “But this time you gotta be really careful. And don’t worry, I’m bigger now, so I can take good care of you. And when she’s born, I’m gonna name her, ‘Hope’.”

“She? Her? Hope? You sound mighty sure it’s a girl, what if it’s a boy?”

He shook his head. “Nope, it’s gonna be a girl. You’ll see and if it is, we gotta call her, Hope. Promise me?”

"Okay, I promise, but - why, Hope?” Lena asked gently. He looked down and shrugged as sadness came over him. “What’s wrong son?” Again, he shook his head. “Please tell me, talk to me.” She urged softly. After a moment more of coaxing, he finally looked up explaining. “Because, she’s gonna make him different. She’s gonna make him do right by us. Do right by you. At least, that’s what I - hope.” Lena looked away before he saw the instant flood of tears.

* * *

The O’Brien’s had already departed not long after dinner, and now Manny stood bidding goodnight to the rest of their guests with Katherine and Morris near doing the same. “Yes, as my son said, we’ll have to do this again, soon.” Morris lied, rolling his eyes to the ceiling as they made their exit.

Katherine hugged her cousin, then her aunt; giving them each a kiss to both cheeks. “You hold on and be strong honey, things will work themselves out.” Helene encouraged her niece before they stepped into the waiting carriage, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

Manny and Katherine re-entered the house, closing and locking the door to hear Morris mutter. “I thought this evening would never end … goddamn bores – every one. Goodnight!” This over his shoulder as he made his way up the stairway heading toward his bedroom, rounding the top and out of sight.

Katherine stood in the foyer watching as he went; dreadfully amazed at the situation she found herself in. How could she have ever let this happen in her life? Then Manny walked past her heading down the hallway. “You know, it’s amazing just how much you and your father have in common.” She started, following behind him. “The both of you, are low class - phonies!”

He stopped on his way, turned to her and very calmly said, “Is that right?” Growing bolder by the moment, she continued, “That’s right, and further more. You’re both selfish, inconsiderate and you’re both hypocrites!” She went on to enlighten him with her arms crossed over her breasts; her face red with brewing anger.

His face, held no emotion, as he replied passively, “If that’s the way you feel, you can leave. No one asked you here in the first place.” That ill statement made, he turned to continue on to the library where his office was set. Katherine was close on his heels having just begun this fight.

“Ohhh no sir, that is where you are most certainly wrong! You asked me to marry you, not I you!” She firmly corrected him, now standing by his side as he poured himself another drink. He paused at her correction as if considering the truth of it, follwed by swallowing down the amber fluid and agreeing coldly. “Ah, so you are right, a point for you madam; as for me, to err is human. No greater fact than that, after all, here you stand!”

“One might claim the same with you! I too could have done better!” She replied quickly.

“And you should have!” He threw back at her, “The question is, why didn’t you!?”

“No sir, I beg to differ, the question here is, why? Why did you even bother to go so far out to find a wife if you didn’t want one!? Why did you ask me to marry you?”

“My error wasn’t in wanting a wife…my error was in the one I chose.”

“Once more, I beg to differ sir - the affliction does not lie with me…but with you! You are the one with abnormalities, perversions and afflictions…not I!”

“Look, spare us this, it is a holy night – one intended for peace to all mankind and goodwill and all that other – tripe! Let us please, give it a go, shall we? You are obviously tired and in the mood to argue. I am not, so…please - do us both this favor, leave me – I beg you.” He advised her, grabbing her arm to lead her to the door. “Here’s a bit of help, right this way.”

She snatched her arm from his grasp. “Take your hand from me! I am not a child! Nor am I a fool! You think I’m stupid!? Your desire is that I leave you so that you can run to her! Well I’m done with making this easy on you!” She announced through clenched teeth, her eyes watering from being overwrought.

“Easy on me? Lady you haven’t a clue!” He turned stepping away from her, back to the cocktail hutch to pour another drink, still not numb enough.

“Oh sir, I’m sorry…finally it has come to me, with more than a clue! I am nothing more than a façade! A sham for you! I am nothing more than front for others who talk of what is really happening here! But we both know what you really wanted…you already had! She takes care of all that you need, as any whore would!”

“You – watch – your - mouth!” He bit in warning, “Leave her – out of it!! I mean it!” He spoke low, his voice menacingly at the end.

A bit shaken up by his sudden demeanor, Katherine softened her tone; desperate, pleading she tried to reach him, “I can’t leave her out of it! She’s our whole problem! Don’t you see that?!”

He stood silent and still as she continued on, deciding to ignore her, and then maybe she would give up and leave him alone.

“
When are you going to accept that we can’t go on this way?! I’m your wife! You asked me to marry you! I did it because I wanted to be! And now I’m subjected to this - because you aren’t man enough to own up to your responsibility to me! Well, I will not be ignored! You brought me here as your wife…now I insist upon what is rightly mine to claim!” She raged. Manny fought his conscience, but she was digging into a very tender spot, and any moment now, if she didn’t let up…he was going to lose it. He could feel it climbing in him. His drinking wasn’t helping.

“You think that by ignoring me, I’m just going to shut up and walk away!? Never again - do you hear me! Never again…I want my place! I want what is rightfull mine!” She screamed in full frustration at the top of her voice, shaking her head in fury.

“Go to bed Katherine, you’re hysterical.” Because he was forcefully restraining himself, he kept himself from looking her in the face.

“Call it hysterics all that you like!” She was on the verge of sobbing, “Maynard! I love you, I need you…I need you to need me. To love me, to hold me sometimes, can you not understand that!” She whimpered through streaming tears.

Grown tired of the discussion, he swallowed down his last drink and headed for the door. She ran after him, desperation in control, she grabbed his sleeve. “No, you will not! No – you – don’t! You will not walk away from me this night!!” She stated gruffly as she struggled her way in front of him, blocking his exit as she tightly held onto his shirt sleeve. “Look at me Maynard!”

“Or else huh? Remember, you
begged
me for it, fine!”

All patience gone; liquor in control, he reached behind her and slammed the one library double door that was open.

The sudden move froze her into fright, not certain of what was about to happen. Right then, she realized that maybe she’d pushed too far. "You beggin’ for a little cock time!? Begging to get fucked? Sure, why not, anything to shut you up!” He spat, grabbing her roughly, his grip punishing as he tugged her to the leather sofa, then threw her on it.

“No! Let me go! What are you doing?”

“What you want! All about what you want!!”

“No, please…
not like this!!”
She sreamed.

“Shut up that screaming…do you hear…shut it up!!” He roared furious now, ripping at her skirts. She began swinging and kicking, screaming. “Bastard! Unhand me! You low, vile drunk!
Get – away – from … nooo!!”

He ignored her and continued to rip at her clothes; her skirt was shredded in no time and out of his way. He tugged on the crotch seam of her pantaloons, ripping them like rice paper. She tried to get up from the sofa, but he pushed her back down, using his knees and legs to part hers wide; Using one forearm to pin her, as he positioned himself between her thighs; now tearing open his own pants to free himself. She clawed his cheek in her fight to stop him; the next thing he grabbed were both of her wrists in his one hand, forcing them above her head on the armrest of the sofa. Completely free of his pants, he prodded to find entrance to her, then surged forward with a powerful thrust. Katherine cried out, shaking her head.

Manny ignored her, thrusting wildly, he ripped open her bodice exposing her breast, where he went down and hungrily drew one nipple into his mouth, sucking and pulling on them, going back and forth from one to the other. As much as she wanted to fight what was happening to her, abstinence for so long rendered her crazy with lust. She was in love with him, and his act lit her passion turning her into flames. She went from crying to begging him with un-lady like demands to do what he was doing harder, much harder. She could not fight the sudden overpowering lightning that tore through her body, as he sucked and tugged at her nipples. His hands now gripping her hips as his pounding increased. She was crazy for it, spreading her thighs wider as he pounded into her until she could hold back no longer, she screamed over and over unable to stop herself. Her body was not her own, her mind was a whirlwind of white lights that sent her into convulsions, bucking up against him as the climax shattered her to the core.

Before she was fully recovered from her orgasm, he pulled her legs up over his shoulders, and plunged long and deep within her. Now that she’d come down, he was hurting her. She was unable to keep up with his demanding thrusts. His hands grabbing the armrest of the sofa for leverage, with her body completely folded, he continued his rutting.

Her head began to shake, unable to take anymore. However, due to his drinking, it slowed his release – making him take longer to come. She began struggling again, uncomfortable with the position she tried to back away from him, but her head was pressed up to the armrest, and he continued on, and on, and on.

“Please!! Stop - please!!” She cried out.

Twenty agonizing minutes later, after he’d covered her in sweat, and pummeled her body with deep thrust, he began stiffening, feeling the rise of climax, grunting, he finally came. Breathing hard, as the sensation passed, he lifted himself away from her onto the other side of the sofa, sitting back, his body stretched out as he gulped in deep lung fulls of air.

Katherine unfolded her body, panting and crying over the discomfort that throbbed throughout. Sitting up, she cried out, “I hate you!! I bloody hate you!!
What do you think I am? Treating me like a whore?!!”

Manny rose into a sitting position, both hands grabbing his knees, to lever himself up, he grabbed his flaccid phallus putting it away as he departed with the words, “Well – wife, I’m damned if I do - damned if I don’t! From now on, keep the hell away from me!”

Chapter Six

March 1810

“That’s it Mikey, hold him steady; keep control. You’re the master, let him know it son. Show him who’s in control.”

“Yes sir!” Mike replied sitting upon his fine appaloosa, sure and proud as a few gathered slaves looked on while he exercised his new horse, Chester. Manny stood watching his son closely. He, Jordan, Amos and Henry…not forgetting Leon and the other slaves, were his only pleasure.

There were two women in his life that right now, neither wanted anything to do with him. Katherine, he didn’t mind so much, but even so, it appeared that he was to pay once more for his impulsiveness; to his shock, that one drunken night had landed her with child. She was now two months along.