Flight of Fancy: Cora's Daughters (43 page)

Broc covered her mouth, his tongue entering as he kissed her deep and hard. His heavy body weighed her down, pressing her into the bed while his hand searched between them.

With a full, thick erection – aimed at the center of her tight tunnel, he pushed to penetrate - the dull large crown forcing its way.

Asiza broke the kiss, pressing her head back as it dug into the pillow, the hurt was wonderful, the pain made her feel alive. Her husband was claiming her and she didn’t care how much it burned in discomfort, she wanted this. She wanted him deep inside of her body, to have and hold and never let go. She felt him thicken and throb as he groaned pushing even deeper.

“Ach!” She cried out, she couldn’t help it.

“Ah lass…”

“Don’t stop… never stop… not ever.” She cried, lifting her legs up high against his hips, clamping them against him.

Asiza rolled her groin up to meet his down thrust, helping him to complete the penetration. She felt stretched, forced open and invaded, so full it was uncomfortable to push any more. Broc held still a moment, cradling her head while propped up on his elbows. Most of his body weight on her at the groin.

His breathing deepened while fighting a need to move.

Asiza wanted his love too much to leave him waiting for his pleasure. She began moving against him, rolling her hips – lifting to kiss him, touch him, to caress his body as he’d done hers. Unable to resist under such heated stimulation, he began rocking against her, his rump rolling and squeezing to thrust and withdraw.

Asiza was determined to match his rhythm and soon did, ignoring her virgin discomforts. She held him, clinging tightly and spreading her thighs wider with each plunge of his swollen organ.

His strength, his power, his passion took over until all control was lost in pursuit of reaching that peak, that edge and an explosion that promised to send him beyond the stars. He could hear her gasps, her cries as she was determined to take all that he would give. The sounds of her mewling whimpers and the clutching suction of her tight tunnel pulling him deep, drove his intensity, over and over. He reached beneath her, cupping her plump bottom, squeezing it while holding her in place. He was at the very edge, plunging and thrusting so hard and out of control it was impossible to stop. Overwhelmed by the sensations assailing him, his head went back as a harsh grunt forced its way from him from an ejaculation so powerful, his body locked in place as his seed burst from him, rushing deep into her.

Asiza held on tight, dizzy – head swimming from the battering her body took from him. If he wanted it, she would gladly offer herself that he do it again.

And he did.

Broc made sure to satisfy himself of all that he’d desired to do with her. He would have to leave her again, before doing so they both would be well satiated.

The sun came shining through, brightly reflecting off the white snow. It had been penetrating the sheers and drapes for some time before Broc slowly worked his eyes to wake-up. A yawn escaped him, and then a smile as his eyes went to his wife, wrapped around him.

Leaning down, puckering gently, he slowly kissed her awake, waiting for the moment she opened those stunning green eyes to him. In no time, his desire was granted. Yawning, squirming against him and then, squinting, a joyful smile spread across her face as Broc kissed the tip of her nose. Wrapping her arms tightly around him, she hugged and held him.

With regret, he murmured, “Our night is over, lass,” it was clear he was not happy about having to leave her once again.

“Emmm,” Asiza groaned, still clinging while she could, burying her face in the crook of his neck and shoulder.

“Got to get back to building our home – sooner it’s done, I’ah have you next to me every mornin’ this way.” Gently grasping a portion of her hair, he pulled her head back and her face clear of his neck to look deep into her eyes. “Right?”

She exhaled, trying to avoid discussion of their separation, but could not, “Yes, the sooner.” She agreed.

His eyes left hers to watch his fairer hand stroke over and caress the soft dark skin of her throat, collar bones, down to her chest and then, gently, he cupped her breast, his thumb stroking over her nipple. Asiza had given in fully to him, the only man who would have access to this, touching her when he had the need.

They fell silent, as if hypnotized by their closeness, their oneness. A couple of deep breaths later, his eyes went back to meeting her’s, “I’ah be at you often lass,” he warned.

She nodded her acceptance of that.

“You okay?” His concern over the previous night was showing.

Again, she gave a slow nod with a simple smile. “I don’t want you finding another woman for your needs. I have seen how white men buy themselves a fancy, because their wives won’t see to them. I’m your wife
and
your fancy, I’ll always see to you.”

Broc chuckled, “Who said anything about me findin’ another for my needs? An’ where out there, would I find another like you?” Smiling, he caressed her leisurely, answering his own question, “Nowhere lass,”

Sighing, she suddenly sat up in bed, her naked back turned to him, “There are many pretty women out there. Not like me, different - that’s what you do… find something different from what’s at home.” She glanced back over her shoulder at him.

Broc lay on his side, elbow bent, resting his head in his hand, still smiling, “My skin may be white, but my way is my own, and my heart is all yours Asiza Wolf. I have no need of anotha’ – not when I have you.” Seeing her long, slender back, curving in to her small waist, stirred his desires once more. His groin began throbbing, tingling and soon, he was at a full blown erection. Moving forward, he was unable to resist kissing along the columns of her spin.

Asiza sucked in as he touched her back, loving it, “I’m thinking you should hurry in getting our home built…and…” she paused, eyes closing, a peculiar twitch and tingle started up, “… if you should need me, again before then-…” She never got to finish her words.

Broc pulled her back down beside him and was on her once more, foregoing the slow foreplay. He entered her body with an urgency that made her bite into her lips from the discomfort. Despite her arousal, she was sore, this would be the fourth time he’d penetrated her aching body. A man so well-endowed as he was, made it a challenge to hold him, take him, thrusting as powerfully as he did. Asiza loved this man, she bore under and let him ride and pound. He would be gone from her soon, she would rest then. As for now, she held on, spread wide and endured what she would, rolling her pelvis and sucking him in deep, gripping tightly to pull every bit of essence his strong body had to share.

Broc held her tightly, painfully so – plunging into her as if marking his spot within the very core of her. His final coming was loud, aggressive and animalistic, biting into her soft shoulder, locking his teeth there and then coming to his senses, changed to sucking her skin. Asiza caressed the entire length of his back to buttocks, up and down with both hands, kissing his neck, along his shoulder.

As they lay resting, talking – a knock sounded at the door.

Broc rose, donning his breeches only to find the children from the previous night. They rushed in, refreshing their bath.

They removed so much of the cold and replaced it with steaming hot water.

Moving quickly about their chore, they wasted no time. The entirety of their presence, Asiza had been sitting back against the headboard. The creamy white covers pulled up to her chest, glancing from her cocksure husband - who stood in his breeches, smiling and patiently waiting - to the young ones finishing their duties.

The last thing that they did was leave them with a fresh platter of foods for breakfast. Before they departed, Broc gave each of them a pound coin. Their smiles were bright as they nodded and thanked him, leaving them alone once again. Closing the door and latching it, he glanced towards the clock on the mantel, it was almost noon. Looking back towards the bed, he watched his wife ease from the covers, in obvious discomfort. Even from where he stood, the loss of her virginity was clear to see – dried stains of blood.

Such a small gift to be given him, yet – it was one that made his spine straight – his shoulders square – his head high – prideful.

Glancing back to her and seeing her splendidly naked, he noted that her body was a masterpiece of God’s creation. She went straight to the bath and climbed in, sinking deep and sighing in bliss from the pleasure it gave her. Without a word, Broc walked to it, dropped his breeches and urging her to move forward so he could climb in behind her. His added body and size caused water to overflow the sides.

The scented oils surrounded them both, filling their senses with pleasure. Bathing her gently, he finished what more there was before they parted ways, filling her in on his concerns towards the four he’d hired on, “I’m returning your dagger – givin’ it back to you. Keep Asa close and don’t leave that boarding house. If ya’mus’, never alone – ya’hear?” 

Sitting forward, hugging her knees as her husband washed the skin of her back, she nodded to his orders.

“They know you my wife. I can’t know what they have planned.”

“I can take care of myself, of Asa.” She reminded him softly.

“Tha’s my job!” He asserted with passion, “…takin’ care of my woman.”

“Can’t be two places at once, we’ll be fine.”

“You’ah lone Negro woman – they’ah be thinkin’ they have a right to do to you what they will. I don’t wanna start killin’ in our new home, but I will… Lord above knows I won’t hesitate.” He leaned forward and kissed her wet back, caressing it with soap, he swore to her, “You my soul Asiza, m’heart and m’soul. Before you, I had none – now I do – I can’t go back to livin’ without it.”

Asa sat anxiously watching out of the front window, Millie checking back with him from time to time, “She back yet?” She’d ask, smiling. “No ma’am, no sign yet.” He answered. Only to retract it a few moments later, “She back, they here!” He called out happily, running for the front door past Ms. Della, “She back Ms. Della!” He cheered. “Boy, don’t you go out that door without your coat on, it’s freezing out there! Your mama will be right in.”

“Broc with her, I wanna see Broc.” He drooped.

“I’m sure he’ll come in to see you too before he goes.” Ms. Della assured him. Those closest to Asiza, knew that Broc had saved Asa from an owner who had beaten and mistreated him. Many longed to be as fortunate as she and Asa were, having such a man seeing to them. A few of those ladies were peering out the front windows, watching as he dismounted from his horse. Turning, he lifted his wife into his arms, carrying her through the gate, across the walk, unwilling to let her feet sink into the deep snow. Up the porch he came, his eyes dreamily gazing into hers.

Della and Asa had the door open for them so he could step inside, lowering Asiza’s feet in the warm, dry corridor.

Della sighed from the pleasure of watching them.

Just as she had stated, Broc came in to spend a bit of time with Asa. His mood immediately swung to his jovial, playful way with Asa, asking him questions about the ball. On the way up the stairs, he and Asiza smiled and greeted all who met them on the way to her room.

Asiza couldn’t fight blushing from the knowing glances, giggles and smiles from her fellow boarders. Broc sent them into more giggles by winking their way, grinning proudly himself. Behind the door of their room, laughter, talk and play could be heard of the three - Asa’s squealing laughter ringing clear and strong into the hallway and beyond. After an hour, Broc finally gave them that look that said, it was time to go.

Upon leaving, the ladies witnessing that such a man did exist, thought he was a dream come true – one they would like for themselves.

As for Broc, he strode off, mounted his horse and looking back, smiled, waving at his wife and son as they watched him from their window. Turning his horse about, his mind went directly to what was next. Because of the previous night’s discussion with his new business partners, and an acute inner instinct of distrust, he went back to Manny, immediately taking him up on his offer and collected a few of his men to return with him that day. These were Manny’s loyal and true. They went where he directed them. To put it simply, they were guards, or his very own enforcers of his law. Manny’s instruction was simple, “Guard this man, Broc and all that he’s doing.”

That was all he needed to say. They all gathered together on their horses, dressed for the cold, mist swelling about them and went for the four from town, who stood outside the saloon, stunned.

Once again, their plans were dashed. It felt as if he somehow knew what they were up to. The night before, after Broc paid for their night’s stay and left them, they met with Pierre once more where he
revised
the plan. He would go to the camp and wait for their return that day. They were to join Broc and on the way, he would meet with some unfortunate and unforeseen accident, a fatal one of course. Thus, Pierre along with them would take over all that he’d planned. They would then find out where Broc held his gold and deeds. If they couldn’t get this information from the men at his camp, they knew where to find his mate. All was set - each knew what to do. So when they walked out of the saloon with Broc leading the way, they couldn’t believe that waiting for them, were six other men.