Chapter 11
Rhett knew his weakness, rather he knew his one weakness: idleness. His father was once mayor of Charleston, being recently ousted by the up and coming Huguenot, Peter Gaillard. Huguenots, who seemed like perfectly normal people to Rhett, angered his parents who felt Charleston politics should remain in the hands of descendants of the English. His father desired for Rhett to take up legal practice and pursue politics, but Rhett had little inclination towards law, reading, or working, in general.
His father knew Rhett’s prime weakness too and used this knowledge to indirectly orchestrate Rhett’s life. He loved his son, despite his indolence, and in consequence used his political influence to keep him out of the war. A lazy son was better than a dead one. Rhett would never survive in grueling conditions. The boy rarely woke before noon. Idleness came with a high price tag. Only the privileged could laze about aimlessly. Without money, Rhett would need to find a vocation he was ill prepared to acquire since he was a perpetual lousy student with scant motivation to care.
Mr. Calhoun knew about Rhett and Daisy. A young man was allowed to have his dalliances. God knew he did before he married Rhett’s mother. When Rhett told him that he had plans to marry her, Calhoun could not have been more surprised. The Calhouns had been in talks with the Hampton family about their daughter, Nelly.
The Hamptons were wealthy merchants of English stock, active members of the Baptist church, and most importantly, eager to invest in Calhoun’s idea of expanding the normal everyday general store with more merchandise as he’d heard a gentleman in New York City, Alexander Turney Stewart, had done. Stewart built a department store with eight floors and nineteen departments. Eight floors were a bit much for Charleston, but their city was profitable port city. Why couldn’t a department store thrive here too? A successful department store in Charleston would bring acclaim and praise for Calhoun, which would ultimately mean he could be elected again.
Calhoun advised Rhett plainly that if he married Daisy Manigault, he would promptly be cut from of any financial ties to the family. He could move out into the world with his wife, find a job, and raise a household on his own. He reminded Rhett that Daisy’s family was not keen to the custom of extravagant dowries so he hoped Rhett had plans for some kind of occupational advancement.
When Rhett lied with Daisy in their secret hiding place, his heart told him he would do everything he could to be with her. Perhaps, louder than his heart, were his loins urging Rhett to assure Daisy their plans of elopement would go as planned.
Daisy threw herself into his arms delighted to hear him profess his love for her. She wanted to bring him immense pleasure as her own private profession of love for him. She took his ready cock into her mouth and sucked. Rhett buckled from Daisy’s enthusiastic sucking and licking. Daisy could feel Rhett’s body tense up in excitement when she flung his cock deep down into her throat nearly choking on it.
In that moment, Rhett loved Daisy’s sweet wet mouth. He pulled her off him and gently turned her around onto her hands and knees. He savored Daisy’s lithe body and her round sumptuous curves. He loved the slope of her ass. He loved her round jiggling breasts. He was deep in love with Daisy as he slammed into her generous cunt. She moaned loudly in appreciation making Rhett fall deeper in hopeless love. When Rhett came, squirting cum all over the perfect ass he cherished, out also came his boundless love draining right out of his now limp cock.
He held her for a few moments before telling her that he would be back by morning. Kissing her on her closed eyelids, he believed he would. He really did, but he had to face his father first. He had expected his father to be unhappy, but he never dreamed his father would threaten to cut him off from the family money that was rightful his too.
When the sun rose, Rhett lie in bed willing himself to sleep. He was doing both he and Daisy a favor. He could never support Daisy on his own. They both deserved a better life. He thought of her awake and possibly in tears from his absence. It ached him to let her wait in bewilderment alone, but he couldn’t face her. If he did, he’d change his mind again and run away with her as planned. He’d take one look at her full lips and inviting curves and wouldn’t be able to control himself.
He hadn’t expected Daisy to get on the train without him. It shocked him that she left so abruptly out of his life. When he got Daisy’s letter, although no other words except the city and town she undoubtedly now resided were written, he knew it was none other than her. He felt the fierceness of her anger and dismissal of him as a man with just those those two words. It signaled to him that she had moved on without him.
In truth, Rhett had moved on too. He and Nelly had already married in a lavish wedding on Hampton Grove. The Calhouns wanted a speedy wedding before Rhett changed his mind. He was a married man now to a girl, who was kind but dispassionate in bed.
His wife lay stock still in bed while Rhett devoured her. Her kisses were tightlipped, and she never touched his needy cock. Nelly believed the faster the better and thought the more she stayed out of the whole thing, the quicker Rhett would get on with it.
“Is it okay?” Rhett would ask with his cock inside her. She wouldn’t look him in the face and would just nod quickly, her eyes roaming the ceiling. “Do you like it?” Rhett would nag. Nelly never uttered a word while they made love. Only nodding. Her passion was as hot as a cold wet rag.
Rhett longed for Daisy’s abundant passion, her sensual moans, and the wicked look in her eyes when she was riding him. His loins again spoke to him. They urged him to write her. Just a letter. Nothing more. She was hundreds of miles away. A letter wasn’t an indiscretion; it was just words, but he when he started writing he could not stop. He wrote more than all the years combined of his shoddy schooling. He sent the letter off hoping his profusion of words would touch Daisy just as her two lonely words had shook him.