Chapter 22: Chapter 22

Chapter 21: Merrigold.

His breath was on my neck. As much as it tickled my sensitive sweet spot, it reeked of cigarettes, liquor... smelt like a dry ashtray that I constantly had to clean out every single day for him. I could not handle anymore of it. His arm tightly was wrapped around my lower torso. I did not want to overthink, he had simply pulled me to lay with him and I did. It did not mean I suddenly thought high and mighty of him. Austin was.... a cunning, hypocrite. I'd never allow myself to flounder for the sake of pleasing him. I liked it, the way he held me. I liked it, the way he made me feel intimately. He was not so made on the eye either but... I hated his controlling egomaniac personality. With a closed mouth, he would be much more appealing. All it took for him to be attractive was to close his mouth. Something that I doubt he'd ever be able to master.

"Please don't move..." He said in a groggy tone. I had never heard him speak or sound this way. He seemed to be half asleep almost unguarded and vulnerable.

"...you smell..." I let out.

A deep laugh escaped his lips. Holding me tighter, he blew his horrible stench of breath on the side of my face, I cringed. I couldn't escape from his arms.

"...Austin...no!"

This must have been entertaining for him because he continued. Turning me around to face him. Panic got the best of me, he looked so... different from the Austin I know. I had never been one to look up close because our last intimate encounters I had been bubbling with anger. His hair messy and not sleeked back the usual that I hated on him. It made him look like a posh spoiled imbecile. Stubble was visible on his jawline. An outlining mustache. His eyes, confusion of whether they were blue, green or—

"They're grey."

Had I stared that intensely trying to figure out the true pigment? They were deceiving just like the owner.

"...you still stink."

"Thank you." He blew at my face again. The distasteful stench of ashtray malodor odor enshrouded my whole sense of smell. I absolutely loathed it at this point and found no joy in engaging in this childish banter with a grown man.

"Let me go, I'm leaving... they will look for me."

"They who?" Austin rolled his eyes.

"You have a guest, have you forgotten that part? You intolerable alcoholic."

Austin seemed a tad bit hurt and taken aback by my comment. For a moment I felt bad for letting that slip but for what he had put me through almost chocking me to death and forcing himself on me, I felt... he rather deserved it. I had no intentions of befriending him. I had no intentions of having anything what so ever. An idea came to mind, I deserved a better life than what I had. I was grateful for what his parents had done for me including teaching me basics of the educational system. I felt greedy, I wanted more and Austin could give me more. I was now confident within my body, confident that with a drop of my dress I could have any man kissing my feet. Austin had given me that idea that I was stunning, my body was stunning. It made me feel bold, his backhanded compliments that were meant to insult me only made me... bolder and much confident.

"I've only been that drunk once..." he mumbled.

"Yes, of course do you expect a reward because your smoking habits still have my insides revolting."

Letting out a nervous laugh. Austin looked at me, not in an intimidating manner. He seemed surprised by my tone. Nevertheless he laid his lips on my mind, it wasn't forced. It was soft and tasted horrid but the mere feel of his lips on mine had my vagina expecting more than just a squeeze of my thighs together. I pulled back for a second. "I can not..."

"You can not what?" He caressed my cheek softly, I looked away from his eyes to his chest.

"Not until you do something about that stench!"

"Oh...you assumed we would be having sex?"

I felt embarrassed.

"We're not having sex, that's entirely Thomas job not mine." He said a little too serious for my liking. The joking Austin was not present and that scared me a little. I did not know what I was expecting or what I had meant by what I said earlier. Did I seem needy? I hoped not.

"So why do you want me here?"

With an innocent chuckled he replied. "A man and a woman laying in bed should automatically have sex? Maybe in Thomas logic."

He was right for a second? Every time I was with Thomas and near a bed, he thought it was a good time to indulge. I hated him for being right. I loathed him for saying all the right things in this very moment.

"I should probably leave..."

"If you want sex just say so Merrigold, but what I will not do is watch you play wife with Thomas only to demand I shag you."

"I did not demand you shag me."

"You implied it."

"I did not!"

"Whatever makes you sleep at night." He replied unbothered.

"What is this Austin? What is all this?"

"Oh this is..." He leaned to perk my lips. "I have no idea but this is me doing what I probably shouldn't. Immoral indulgence has always been a turn on for me."

"...oh..."

"Look at the clock, it's nearly nine-thirty... let's make this quick."

I would never admit it to myself but the feeling of excitement that flooded my body as he flipped us over hovering between my thighs. His kisses were like copper, the more I hated the stench the more I identified it with Austin as his signature odor. It exclaimed danger and that excited me. It exclaimed fire, I could get burnt but that was the least of my worries. When I was with him entwined, all logic went out the window. Easily flow, pushing my undies to the side, we were aligned. The perfect fit, it was was quick and beyond compare. I held onto his strong shoulders for support all the while with my thighs wide open for his accommodation. He whispered sweet affirmations in my ear. I loved that, I enjoyed that. For a moment, his posh British Oxford accent seemed more maximal when he was inside me. "You feel so good, so so g-good." "Ohhh Merri, the things you do to me." "You drive me nuts and batty!" "You're perfect.."

From a distance, I heard arguing voices. I ignored it as I rode my high and bliss with Austin. Getting more aggressive, as I tighten around him. He bit on my neck and marked me as his. I loved it, but I was sure I'd regret it a ton. He was so vulnerable and soft, he kept whispering he was about to cum as the pace fastened. He did and I only felt satisfaction as I watched him reach his high. For the first time, he came inside me, unmoving he kissed me once more. A smile creeped on my lips and I felt his curve up too. He went soft but we remained stagnant. I didn't want him to pull out and leave me feeling a void. Laying kisses on my collarbone and playing with my breasts, he seemed like a teenage boy experimenting. We talked, Austin seemed nice. I had assumed he seemed attractive with his mouth closed but in this instance it was both. I had came to know the soft Austin, the caring Austin, the curious Austin. Our bliss was short lived as I heard what sounded like William telling someone not to enter.

"I need to see Austin this minute, he can not avoid me."

My heart stopped, with Austin still on top of me. I could not jump up and run or pretend I was dusting anything even the plants the walls. I made eye contact with Lady Harriet, the hurt in her eyes was visible. With Austin asking what was the matter, he turned to look back and saw Lady Harriet. She dropped her coat and was out the door. Austin had no reaction, I didn't know what he was thinking.

"I tried to stop her.." Austin's friend, added. As if Austin had changed within second he was off me and rushing to get dressed. Infront of his friend, he looked me in the eye and said...

"Uh... that's it for today Merrigold, I will be sure to inform you when I need a good shag. You may leave."

For some reason it hurt.

William stood awkwardly. "Will what are you waiting for go stop her mate, she has to know that I love her and this means nothing."

"You love her?" William asked.

"Yes, very much. She is amazing and she does not deserve this. I've messed up. All for what? A nigger that shags every walking thing on the plantation. Goodness sake, what is wrong with me? Harriet is perfect, she literally so perfect for me."

This was my cue to leave.