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competed with an even rounder backside.
    Naked, she held up the necklace, handing it to him and turning around.
    "Put it on me first. I want to wear it while you fuck me."
    In a tone not altogether strict, he said, "You know I don't approve of vulgarity."
    "You don't approve? You're going to put your cock in my cunt. That's not vulgarity. That's fucking. And you know what it is as well as I do." Her voice dropped, throaty again, as she taunted, "I haven't been away as long as that. I know what you want. All your bekés ladies do is cross their legs tight. Like that bitch you married. And you want a fuck as much as I do. You're aching for it. Look how stiff you are. If you get any bigger you'll split me in half."
    His face was strange in that moment, almost like another man, the planes of it hard, his eyes darkening, like a coming storm.
    "Get on the bed. On your knees."
    She smiled with feline victory.
    "I will for you. Only for you, Master."
    In her flawless French, with her lilting voice, she sounded more like an empress than one of the workers in our field, their French saturated with the patois I knew as well as my own tongue, though strangers to our island found it impenetrable. She'd said the word "master" in a silken fashion that even made my stomach tighten, far less could I wonder what it did to my father.
    In a strange way, I couldn't help but be aroused by their play, for even in my irritating state of innocence, I understood that this was play between them. Solange was a free woman of color, a thing in which she took great pride. She did not belong to my father, and was no man's property. Somehow, I understood this wasn't the reason she called him master at all, though I understood something more, as well. That in her hatred for the planters, she was goading him, mocking him, yet, despite his own considerable pride, he allowed it, perhaps even enjoyed it, for the sake of satisfying his desire.
    She climbed up onto the bed, on her knees, pushing her naked, generous backside into the air, seeming to sway it gently from side to side, as if to call him to her. Obviously it worked, for he watched with burning eyes for only a moment before he got on his knees behind her, then reached out and grasped her by the hips, lightly slapping her raised cheeks several times with loud smacks. With her, at least, he had no fear of using bare flesh rather than the switch.
    "Don't tempt me with that, you shameless creature, or I'll beat you until it's not brown or white, but only red as an Indian."
    Continuing to sway, she turned her face to command in a raspy drawl, "Then do it. Slap it again. Harder."
    At this moment in particular my mouth went dry as she writhed under his hand when he struck her again with a loud report that would have been heard far beyond where I stood, if anyone had been there. He'd chosen her little cottage well, I thought bitterly.
    "I think you want to be taken in hand, you little whore. I think you enjoy it."
    "And you don't?"
    "I enjoy it. But I'd enjoy something else more."
    In a fierce tone, she said, "Then do it. Fuck me!"
    He took his cock in hand and plunged it into her from behind. She cried out, quite theatrically I thought, pushing toward him as he began to pump himself into her, his skin slapping at her rounded cheeks as his hand had done. She threw her head back, and his palm reached out, smoothing over the front of her long throat, pulling her spine into a deeper arch.
    The "vulgarity" I was not allowed at home poured from her in a steady stream, her words obviously exciting him as he pounded into her body, the pleasure of it making him jerk, convulsions that rippled through him as he rammed himself into her.
    "Oh God, God, fuck me! Plow me with it! Harder !"
    He obeyed, her plaything now, until after a few minutes of groping at her breasts hanging below her, he withdrew from her, his enormity shimmering with the slimy essence of her.
    Then he stood at the foot of the bed and roughly turned her