His Mistress

Chapter 6

With Annoyance, he stalked down the hall, the thought of several ways to escape his father's devilish plans plaguing his mind. Of Course he could not think of any, it was not like his father to make empty threats, if he had said it, and in the presence of that coffee colored old man, then he definitely meant it.

Three days had passed already and he had heard nothing concerning the matter from his father or his mother. It was on Daniel, his brother who tried to give him the reassurance that marriage was not as bad as he thought and tried to make him think it could work for him.

"The fact that it's working for you should not make you think it will work for everyone, and certainly not me."

It was all he could say to make his brother leave him alone, that too seemed not to be working.

"You can look at our parent's marriage if you need another instance, Derek. They have been together for…"

Derek rolled his eyes, "Spare me the sermon and get out of my room, Daniel. Your wife needs you"

His brother left him alone- for now. Derek took the liberty to pour himself another glass of wine, he gulped it down in one take and refilled it again.

He was not used to tension, certainly not this kind of pressure. Even when he first learnt he was going to be sent to school in America, the fear then had been different and at the time he had managed to escape and convince his father to send him to allow him to be homeschooled instead, that was long ago.

This case was totally different and impossible to escape from. This time, his father had managed to convince him to promise he was going to get married- to a dark skinned girl, a slave!

Derek was going crazy with the thoughts in his head, he stood up and picked a robe which he wore over his tunic hastily, he needed to talk to someone else outside this family.

Just as he stepped into the hall, he almost bumped into someone who was equally in a haste. He muttered a sorry and made to walk away but was held back by the arm.

"Derek, I was just about to come to you" The female voice halted him.

He turned, "Scarlet, what are you doing here?"

"I heard something and I came to confirm if it was true" The blonde haired Scarlet said.

Derek shook his head tiredly, "Whatever you heard can wait, I have something important to take care of right now and I don't have the time to…"

"Does it involve a betrothal? To a black slave perhaps?"

Derek let out a tired sigh, in his state, Scarlet Tyson was the last person to argue or banter words with. The woman was another reason he saw no need to take a woman, ever willing and available, beautiful as they come, spirited and noble- except he wanted nothing to do with the noble light headed women in his life.

Scarlet coughed to draw his attention, "I'm still waiting for an answer,"

"How did you hear of this betrothal you speak of? Nobody made any announcement of the sort in this estate. "

"The walls have ears, Derek.”

Derek nodded, it was Scarlet after all. She had her way with everything, mounting spies in the castle was not something she couldn't do, the maids and guards would be delighted to oblige Lady Tyson after all.

"I don't know what you heard, but until I confirm them, you heard nothing" He hoped she would take the bait and leave him alone.

Her eyes softened a bit and she took two steps towards him, "Does that mean there's no betrothal then?"

"Until I announce it, there is none." Even as he said it, he hoped it was true.

Scarlet seemed to have gotten the reassurance she came for because she smiled now, "I knew you would never do something like that, even if you decided to lose your mind for a second, it would never be to marry a black slave"

Derek shut his eyes as her hands caressed his face, it was soothing. Scarlet always had a way to ease his stress, she was good with her hands- and her waist.

Suddenly, he had no desire to go out any longer, he could imagine a thousand things to do with the beauty before him, with that body for example.

Scarlet seemed to read his thoughts because her hands roamed from his face to his chest, she looked up at him and smiled seductively.

"You know I'm here for you, Derek. You don't need any other woman, I can ease every of your tension"

Of Course she could! Derek pulled her to him with a force and brought down his lips on hers. She giggled delightedly, he kissed her roughly With all the anger and frustration he felt.

It did not take him long to locate his room, with Scarlet's legs wrapped around his backs and her lips on his, he kicked the door open with his free hands and dropped her on the bed as soon as they found their way into the room.

"Boy, you are in such a frenzy. How about you relax and let me work my magic on you?"

That sounded like fun, Derek did not have to imagine for long because she helped him out of clothes, when she was done arranging them in a corner, she ushered him to the bed.

He lay there smiling dreamily, Scarlet came on him with a bottle of scented oil, she motioned for him to lie on his stomach which he obliged gladly. Gently, she poured the oil on his back, the cool warmed his insides.

He was still savoring the feel when her hands came on his back, she walked her fingers across his spine, massaging the oil into it gently. Relief, pleasure, joy, that was an understatement to what he felt right now.

While Scarlet worked her magic hands on his back and shoulders, his thoughts could go no further than the sweetness he was feeling at the moment, Derek forgot totally about his pending problem.

Scarlet was good. But not good enough, she was one of those women that could not go beyond the bedroom, she was raised to rule, to take charge. And most times she was too overbearing for him.

Their relationship could never go beyond the bedroom, they had started out as neighbors. Growing up, her parents owned a manor next ti the Lincoln Estate, that was how they came to be friends.

One day when he was thirteen and Scarlet sixteen, she had convinced him to go with her into one of the stables in their manor, pushed him down on a bed of hay and massaged his little manhood to life.

That had been his first time of knowing sexual pleasure as a man, but even then, Scarlet was a gold hand at it. Apparently she had done it a couple of times before.

With her, he shared his first kiss and with her, his first sexual pleasure. She made him promise never to tell anyone, not like he was planning to, he was still too young to realize she had raped him and even when he realized as they grew up, it was rather too late to admit it to anyone, for they did it often and continuously after that first night in the hay. Maybe that explained the hostility and regret he often felt after sex, especially with her.

Over the years, he had met and slept with more women that he could count, these and more were reasons he knew he could not be with one woman. There was nothing more he needed from one that he couldn't get from the host of them littered around him.

Scarlet's hands snaked down his chest, a groan escaped his lips as her fingers tingled his nipples, he turned over to lie on his back, guessing correctly that she was done with his back.

Derek did not know when she had managed to get out of her clothes but by the time she came to sit on him, she was naked.

"You are too good at this," Derek groaned as their skins came in contact.

"You can never be as good as your teacher, you know"

"I'm not disputing that fact,"

He flipped her over so that she was lying under him instead, "I think I've gotten enough massages, how about I thank you properly now?"

Scarlet laughed naughtily, "Now, that sounds like fun"

He kissed her hard and drove himself inside her. His thrusts were hard, fast and powerful. After a few powerful thrusts, his release came. With it, he poured all his frustration in her, satisfied, he rolled off her.

"That was powerful," Scarlet said behind him.

"I suppose. Get dressed and leave. I have somewhere important I need to go to"

Scarlet needed no telling, for it was always the same thing with Derek, hostility after pleasure.

"Would you tell me where you are going at least?" She asked softly.

He ignored her and picked up his clothes where he had flung them, even as he left the room, his mind went back to the one thing he dreaded- His marriage to a slave.