Meet Your Master Ch. 02

Raven had been living with and working for Jacob for nearly two months. For the first week, he spoke to her, only to give her instructions of what chores to do that day, avoiding any eye contact with her. During the first night, while eating a dinner of left over beef stew, Raven asked him a question, calling him by his first name. Even though he introduced himself as Jacob in the barn, he told her sternly, "Raven, you will call me Mr. Warren. It is not appropriate for slaves to call masters by their first names. Do you understand?" Looking down at the floor she nodded her head yes. Jacob felt bad, but felt he had to bring things back to a professional level. He felt awkward about being so forward in touching her that first day. He had been contemplating in his mind about taking her there and then in the barn, but thought of how it would frighten her. Raven had already been kidnapped from her home and forced into slavery. Jacob didn't want to make her life more miserable than it was already. The next week he softened up a bit and decided it wouldn't hurt to at least strike up some conversations with her. After all, he was the only person she saw day in and day out and probably got sick of having to hear her own thoughts.

Raven was relieved to finally have a conversation with another human being. She missed her family, friends, church members and students. Her sister was set to marry in only a month and Raven realized she would never see her siblings first born child, let alone know his or her name. Though she wished herself home each day, she began to find herself liking Jacob more and more. He was cold the first week, but had warmed up immensely. He never raised a hand to her and was always kind. Often he would pick her up something while at work in town. So far he had gotten her new dresses, nightgowns, undergarments, shoes, soaps, razors, clips for her hair and several books. He was a kind man, and she could only imagine what her life would be like if another person had purchased her that day. Certainly it would be more like the typical slave stories she had heard about while living in New England.

As Raven stood at the stove, mashing the potatoes for dinner that night, she thought back to a couple of weeks before. He had actually kissed her. She found herself replaying it in her mind nearly every day since it had happened. He had come home during the middle of the day and she was outside feeding the chickens. Jacob approached her and nonchalantly began talking about the weather. He asked her how her morning had been thus far. After she finished speaking, he was silent for a few moments before blurting out how beautiful he thought she looked that morning and then leaned forward to softly kiss her on the lips. Raven was shocked for a moment and stood still. However, she relaxed as he gently began to rub her side. Tentatively, she brought her arms up around his neck. His tongue licked her bottom lip, and then made its way inside her mouth kissing her deeply. Spanning her waist, his hands then went lower to cup her backside, squeezing it through the dress. Raven moaned, rubbing her hands through his thick hair. They stayed that way, kissing for several minutes until Jacob pulled away. He gave her an excuse about having to get back to work and then left in a hurry. After that, he acted like nothing had happened that afternoon, as did she.

Jacob walked up the steps to the porch after a long day at work. The smell of biscuits and chickens wafted outside. This is what he had been looking forward to all day: coming home and having a meal with her. In fact, this is what he looked forward to most days. He knew it was unconventional for a white man and his slave to eat at the same table, but he enjoyed the company. After living by himself for years Jacob couldn't help but fantasize every once in a while that he was returning to his wife who was ready to feed him a meal after a long day's work.

"Evening, Raven," he called, coming through the door.

"Hello, Mr. Warren. Just in time. Take a seat. Supper is ready."

Jacob sat down at his usual place and enjoyed the view as he watched her body sashay from the stove to his seat at the table. As she filled his plate with a helping of mashed potatoes, he couldn't help but observe how her breasts strained against the material of her dress. While Raven filled his plate and her own with the rest of the food, he thought of what it might be like to take her on the table after dinner. He would push the plates aside to the floor and then throw her down on the table, thrust his tongue in his mouth, rip open her dress and explore what was hidden underneath. He'd reveal her nipples, bend down and...

"So how was your day?" she asked interrupting his thoughts.

"Good, good." He proceeded to tell her about a bar fight and the arrests he made, knowing she always looked forward to hearing stories of his day. As Raven began to speak about her own, day including all the chores she had completed, Jacob unconsciously tuned out her voice and watched her mouth as she spoke. It brought back memories what it had felt like the day he had kissed her. It had felt so good and right, but Jacob thought he needed to control himself, so for weeks he tried to get it out of his mind. They talked for a while longer after finishing the food from their plates until Raven finally rose to clear the table and wash the dishes. Jacob stepped out onto the porch to light a cigarette and sit and smoke for a little while. He couldn't get her body out of his mind. For months now, he lay awake in his bed each night, thinking of her across the hallway. He masturbated, imagining her entering his bedroom, stripping off her clothes, and then draping herself across his body. He wouldn't force her, but decided it was finally time to make a move and see what it would lead to. It was clear she had some of the feelings that he did after the kiss they had shared.

An hour later, Jacob walked into her bedroom to see Raven sitting in a chair, quietly reading a book. "I'm about to take a bath." She looked up from her book at Jacob standing in the doorway. His dark eyes were running along her body and he looked anxious. "I would like you to join me." He watched for her reaction, realizing he had been more blunt than he had meant to. Raven froze, staring at her book, but clearly not reading. "Great," Jacob thought to himself, with his hands digging into his pockets. "I've completely scared her off." Though silent for a moment, looking into his eyes, Raven put down her book and nodded in confirmation.

Saying nothing to her, Jacob gave her a simple nod and turned towards the door. More than a little excited, Jacob exited the room and walked into the bathroom. Hurriedly, he stripped off his clothes and then lowered himself into the steaming water. It felt good and shouldn't be too hot for her soft skin. He leaned back, staring at the doorway, waiting for her arrival. Five minutes later he heard a knock at the door.