He was leaving. Walking away from her and their deal. Oh God, she had to do something! She couldn’t let him leave. She had to prove to him she could be a wife. More than that, she had to do it now. Immediately in a way he couldn’t ignore. She remembered what Brent had tried to make her do. How he’d wanted her to put her mouth on his manhood, hitting her when she refused. He’d said it was what all men wanted. What they craved. The lust on his face as he’d forced her mouth toward his groin had made her believe every word he’d said. Maybe Asa was like Brent in this one way. Maybe if she did this, he’d reconsider. There was only one way to find out. If she were wrong, it wouldn’t be anymore embarrassing than having to face the town people when husband number two up and left.
She scrambled to her knees as Asa stood. Reaching out, her hands connected with his bare chest.
“I can do this, Asa. I can.”
His hands caught hers. “It’s all right. I don’t think any less of you.”
But he did, otherwise he wouldn’t be leaving her bed. Other women did this daily. It was only her own cowardice that held her back. She would not lose everything to cowardice.
With a moan, she launched herself at Asa, trusting his grip to keep her from falling. The air left his lungs in a surprised “oof” as her nose smashed into his hard belly. His arousal brushed her cheek, and she offered a prayer of thanks that he still wanted her. All was not lost. Before she lost the opportunity, she opened her mouth and turned her head. Her aim was off. His manhood brushed the corner of her mouth. So was her estimate of his size. She forced her jaws as wide as she could, and took him into her mouth. To her surprise, it wasn’t repulsive.
He lay heavy and hard against her tongue, with that breathless immobility that signified deep horror or agonizing anticipation. With the tip of her tongue, she experimented tracing the flared head. The flesh was hard and yet intriguingly resilient. She pushed tentatively in the center. The effect on Asa was like a bolt of lightning striking his body. He jerked upright, almost unseating his manhood. To keep him trapped, she wrapped her lips as tightly as she could around his impressive width and sucked hard.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph!” Asa’s curse rang harshly above her head. His grip on her hands tightened painfully. She fought the upward pressure. She had his attention. For once, Brent had been right about something. Asa wanted this. With a bob of her head, she took him deeper. While his hands pushed her away, his hips followed wherever her mouth led. The helpless surge of his hips as he pressed his manhood deeper, was a balm to her pride. She could do this. She flicked the tip of his manhood with her tongue. His hips jerked reflexively. When she swallowed him deep, he moaned and pushed harder. Obviously wanting more. And she took it. Every thrust, every moan, every hard surge because this was what she wanted, too. To know she was woman enough to hold him. To keep him. To do what needed to be done. To know she wasn’t hopeless.
The battle of wills ended before she was ready. Her strength was no match for Asa’s, and the battle for supremacy was over when he said it was. One second she was winning, and the next she was flat on her back, trying to sort up from down as Asa dragged her to the edge of the bed. Her legs dangled helplessly. His hands anchored hers at her shoulders. She held her breath as he wedged his huge manhood between her legs. Like before, he nestled into that sensitive valley. The only sound in the room was his labored breathing as he rubbed the thick head over her moist flesh. His movements were rougher now. Less controlled. His push was more of a shove. She bit her lip against the pain. She wrapped her legs around his hips and whispered, “Make me your wife, Asa.”
As if she’d applied spurs to his flesh, he swore and jerked against her. His fingers dug into her hips as he yanked her toward him. Once, twice, and then his hot seed poured over her woman’s flesh. With a groan of her name, he fell against her, his chest squashing her with every labored breath. It was done, she realized, shifting under his weight. The marriage was consummated. Waves of relief swept over her. She’d pushed aside her feminine weakness and done what was necessary. Asa was no more free to walk away than she was. The land was safe, and so was she. She shuddered and let the darkness come.