- You will not regret that ...

North did not let her finish. His lips reached out to her dark lips, feeling their warmth and gentle breathing ... And for both the space and time ceased to exist.

Dana was quickly getting better. Her shoulders were rounded, the clavicle sticking up like needles, her cheeks disappeared, and with a smile that was increasingly appearing on the girl's face, the dimples became noticeable, she had a bright look in her big black eyes.

Thanks to the efforts of Mrs. Liliana and Chris himself, the nervous state of their ward returned to normal. The slave girl no longer cried, and North often heard her melodious laughter, like the sound of a small silver bell.

Two weeks later, Liliana allowed Dana to get out of bed for a while, and the commander, wrapping her in a thin blanket, carried her out onto a wide balcony and sat in a wicker chair. Sometimes Chris himself sat down next to each other, and they chatted for a long time about various trifles, avoiding those concerning the dark days of the girl's life. As soon as she began to remember something, Chris quietly transferred the conversation to a different channel, and the face that began to feel sad was immediately lit up with a soft, kind smile.

One day, North returned home, hung with bundles and boxes. Dana, who was sitting in the living room by the window and licked some old book, which were many in the house, looked surprised at the owner.

- How do you feel? - asked Chris, laying out in front of the girl shopping.

- Oh, thank you, master! - the slave put aside the heavy volume.

- What did you read? - Commander squinted at the book.

“Forgive me, master,” Dana turned her head away, “You haven't been there for a long time, and I decided to read.”

- Interesting? - Commander kissed the girl on the forehead, - Did you like it?

“Cognitive,” the black woman answered evasively.

“Do not be shy and take any book you like,” Chris allowed, “It won't be clear - ask.” I will try to explain.

- Thank you, master! - the slave pressed her cheek to North's hand.

“I talked to Liliana today,” the commander sat down in the chair next to the girl. “She advised you to take you out on a boat trip.”

- What for? - Dana alert.

“The sea air will do you good,” Chris explained. “Tomorrow morning, if there is no wind, we will go to the port.” I have already agreed with the captain. He will be waiting for us.

“But ...,” the girl hesitated, “I have no clothes.”

“I bought everything I needed,” North nodded at the purchase, “Look.”

Dana quickly jumped off her seat and began to look at the presents. It just so happened that the first she unfolded a small box in which lay ... collar. A smile instantly disappeared from the slave's face.

Noticing this, the commander hugged Dana by the shoulders:

“Sorry, girl,” he said softly, “But you are, for now, a slave.” This is only for your safety. I asked the blacksmith, who made this collar, to knock out the inscription on it and decorate it with gold. Read what is written there.

The girl gently picked up a brilliant, perfectly polished hoop and weighed it on her finger.

- How easy it is, master! - She exclaimed in surprise, - But there is no ring.

- You're not a dog, - smiled North, - This collar - so, the status symbol. Consider that he is just an ornament.

Dana brought it closer to her eyes and read the inscription:

"Slave Dana

The inviolable property of the commander

Christopher North

Below, in a smaller font, another inscription was made:

"To render any assistance"

- Why is it necessary, master? - the girl was surprised.

“This is necessary in order,” the commander began to explain patiently, “so that when you get stronger, you can go out into the city.” Accompanied by security, of course. There is a police station nearby, where you will be given two soldiers who will protect you from any accidents.

“Thank you, master,” Dana put on a collar and even showed off in front of the mirror. “It is so light and comfortable that I don’t feel it!” Can I wear it at home too?

“Of course,” Chris pulled a small key out of his pocket and handed it to the slave, “Don't lose it.” The second key will remain with me. So, just in case. Agree?

- Yes, master! - the girl exclaimed and pressed her cheek to the hand of her master again, - I am the happiest slave in the world!

Dana picked up the bundles and ran to her room. Chris poured himself some Madeira and sat back down in the chair, eyes closed. With the appearance in the house of this little black woman, his life acquired a meaning. If earlier he was just drifting, honestly fulfilling his military duty, now North felt that he lived for this girl.

Consciously, scenes from his youth began to emerge: walks to the sea to that quiet bay, where, along with Zizi, he enjoyed nature and was not burdened with the cares of the service. Where he heard how his beloved child laughs like a child, running barefoot through the shallow water, holding the skirt so as not to soak the hem, as they then lay together in the grass and with appetite they ate simple food taken from home.

Chris suddenly remembered the beautiful and gentle look of the black eyes of the mulatto, the gentle touches of her small and soft fingers. He suddenly felt on the lips the taste of her dark body, which began to tremble whenever he kissed her hot lips, tender neck, elastic breasts.

- Master! - quiet voice returned North to reality.

He opened his eyes, and with them his mouth in admiration. Before the commander was not his black slave, and the goddess. Although the hair is not yet the industry, but they were carefully laid and secured with white silk ribbon. The girl appeared before her master, wearing a white lace dress with a semicircular neckline and a wide collar. Gold shoes with silver buckles glittering on the thin slender ankles gleamed on small slender legs.

“How beautiful you are,” the commander only managed to exhale, admiring the thin waist and ideal forms of his slave’s body, “White is very suitable for you. He creates a wonderful contrast with your dark body.

- Oh, thank you, my lord, - Dana sat in a graceful half-bow, - Slave Dana is happy that she was able to please her master.

He drew the girl to himself and sat on his knees, marveling at her fragility and weightlessness. Gently hugging her shoulders, Chris fell to the lips of the black woman, as to a life-giving source, feeling their softness, and drowned in a long hot kiss.

In the morning, an open carriage rolled up to the house of the commander. A young guy in a black shirt and gray canvas pants was sitting at the driver’s place.

- Mister Commander! - the guy jumped off the goat and opened the crew door, - Captain Brits is waiting for you and your companion aboard his ship. I ask you to.

Dana appeared in the doorway, wearing a light blue dress and elegant leather boots with a small heel for the occasion. Her head was covered with a blue scarf in the tone of a dress, tied “under the turban”. The long ends of it fluttered behind their backs, like wings, creating the illusion of airiness of the slim figure of a girl.

The guy helped her to sit in the stroller, holding her elbow, and he famously jumped on the box. Clicking a whip, he let the horses trot, skillfully skirting the hummocks and bumps.

The day promised to be sunny and warm. The fog that hung over the city all night dissipated by morning. Snow-white lambs of clouds lazily floated across the blue sky. There was a light warm breeze. The air was filled with the smell of flowers and freshly cut grass.

At the pier, swaying lazily on the waves, there was a snow-white yacht, on board of which a small crew bustled about, preparing to sail. A squad officer in a blue uniform and a black hat with a red plume was waiting for the commander and his companion. His broad black mustache, slightly trimmed, was trimmed neatly, smoothly turning into a thin “skipper” beard. He hung on his side ... Read more →