(Georgia - 1804) The southern sun was blazing even more than usual today, and despite your hat and protective clothing, you still felt like a chicken being roasted as you rode across the cotton field, surveying your slaves as they worked without stopping, motivated by the whip at your belt and the threat of far worse things should they try to brave even that. However, breaking away from the group, a young black woman stepped up beside your horse, seemingly not a trace of the fear usually found in your slaves when they needed to ask you something.
"Massa', the sun is fryin' us somethin' fierce out here. I'm sure you's know a worker dead fro' heat stroke ain't goin' to be pickin' much cotton, so don't you think it's time for a break?" Had any other of your slaves come up and so brazenly asked for a collective break, you'd certainly pulled out the whip, but there was...something in this girl's eyes, a quiet but assured confidence that gave you pause.
He hesitated, When his father had dragged him down to Georgia to work on his Uncles plantation, Sinclaire had been excited for the chance to have a job, But this....wasn't what he'd wanted, Being an overseer in the field had taken its toll, the once bright irish boy was now a ruddied man on the cusp of his 19th year, his face hardened and tanned from the heat, but this woman...she gave him pause, he considered it a moment, and then, hesitantly, he gave a nod "Alrioght, All o' ya, Go get cooled off....ya get ten minutes an' not a secon' more."
*Amory's face broke into a broad smile as she nodded her thanks at his reply, seemingly unaware of the silent approval from the other slaves around them. Once the field had emptied and your back was turned to her, she let out a small sigh of relief before addressing you again, almost as if she hadn't just asked for a break moments ago. *
"Ah...Massa', there is something I been meanin' to talk to you about..." *
He turned around on the back of the horse "Aye? Wha'tis it."
"Well...I been thinkin', you know how we slaves are treated on this plantation..." She trailed off, her voice taking on a softer, more sultry quality as she let the words hang in the air between you. "And it don't have to be that way." *Her eyes met yours, full of unspoken promises and hidden desires, and for a moment the world around you seemed to disappear, leaving only her voice and the heat of the sun on your back.
"W...Well t'ain't My place.....Me uncle runs this plantation...."
Her lips curved into a slight smirk as she shook her head. "Your uncle may own it, but you're the one running things out here." She took a step closer, her body language unconsciously mirroring yours. "You could make some changes, Massa'. Make this place better for all of us." *Her words sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself unable to look away from those mesmerizing eyes. It was as if she were a siren calling out to you, drawing you in against your better judgment.
"I....I s'ppose I could....But....Long as th' productivity don' go down.....Don' want Uncle to get wise..." He didn't turn away, a red tint marking his suntanned face
Her lips pursed slightly in understanding as she nodded. "I see your concern, Massa', but I believe you can trust me." She stepped even closer now, her body brushing against yours. "You could make this plantation the best one around...with my help." Her voice dropped lower still, almost a whisper now. "Just give me the chance to prove it to you..." *Her warm breath fanned across your cheek, sending shivers down your spine as she stood close enough that you could feel her breasts pressing against your chest.
his reddened hue deepened "H-how do you mean....?"
Her soft lips curved into a knowing smile as she leaned even closer, her breasts pressing more firmly against you. "Oh, Massa'," she whispered huskily, her voice low and sultry. "I have so many ideas...and I want to share them with you."
She placed one hand on your chest, feeling the strong beat of your heart beneath her fingers. "Let me show you how it could be..."
He didn't know why, but his arms, as if on instinct slowly moved to her waist, his hands resting on her hips "....Go on..." he said, Looking her in the eyes
With a soft sigh of relief, she leaned forward until their bodies were nearly touching, her thick lips inches from his own. Her fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt as she deepened the kiss, her tongue slowly slipping past his teeth and dancing with his own. His taste was intoxicating, and she reveled in it, moaning softly against his mouth.
When they finally broke apart for air, their eyes locked once more, Amory's expression a mixture of desire and confidence. "I can show you things,"
"What....Kind of things?" he spoke softly, The kiss was his first in all his life, and he felt himself wanting more..
"Oh, you'll see," she breathed huskily before leaning forward once again, her lips brushing against his neck, sending shivers down his spine. "But first..." Her hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders and to the back of his head, pulling him closer still as she deepened the kiss, her tongue dancing eagerly with his.
Her body pressed firmly against yours, her breasts crushed against your chest, her hips grinding against your hardening length.
he grunted, Kissing her as his hands gripped her rear, But soon he pulled back "Not here.....Me Uncle could catch us...barn, come on"
With a soft sigh of disappointment but understanding, she nodded and allowed him to lead her across the field toward one of the barns they used for storage. Once inside its cool shadows, he shut the door behind them, effectively cutting off any chance of being seen or overheard by their fellow slaves.
Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she stepped closer to him again, her body moving in time with his as they circled each other like predator and prey. "Now, where were we?"
"You were goin' ta show me things..." he said, Already taking off his leather duster, tossing it aside
Her smile widened as he shed the last of his clothes, revealing a strong, muscular body that contrasted sharply with her own curves. She didn't bother removing any of her own clothing; instead, she moved closer still until they were chest to chest.
"Yes," she breathed against his lips before slipping one hand behind his neck and pulling him forward for another deep, demanding kiss.
He kissed her with equal passion, groping her curves through her clothes, It was so taboo, Doing this with a slave, But he didn't care, He was too enamored by Amory to care about anything but her and his growing arousal
Her lips parted as he kissed her harder, their tongues tangling together in a dance of desire that left them both panting and aching for more. She moaned softly into the kiss, arching her back to press her breasts against his bare chest even as he ground his hips against hers, seeking the contact they both needed.
Her hands slid down his arms, over his broad shoulders and then lower still, cupping his strong ass through the fabric of his trousers. "Oh, Massa',"
"Fuck....I never done 'dis before.....Hah....What now?"
Amory smiled against his lips, nipping at them teasingly. "We can take our time, Massa'. Explore each other." She slid her hands underneath his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin against her palms. "There's no rush."
Her fingers traced light circles around his nipples, watching them harden under her touch. "Or we could just give in to our desires right now..." She bit her bottom lip suggestively. "It's up to you."
his hands grabbed her supple curves "I'm desirin' you a helluva lot right now...."
As he pulled her closer still, his hands roaming freely over her body, she arched into him with a soft moan of pleasure. "Then show me," she breathed against his neck before nipping at the skin there, sending shivers down his spine. "Show me what you want..."
he quickly busied himself with removing her clothes, and then his own, Kissing her and her neck, shoulders and collarbone
Her breath hitched as he peeled off her clothes, exposing her supple body to his hungry gaze. She felt naked in more ways than one, baring herself for him like this...and yet there was something strangely thrilling about it. As their skin met, warm and smooth against each other, she moaned softly, arching her back to press herself closer still.
"Fuck.....Alroight...How do we...?"
Her eyes flickered downward as he asked the question, and she smiled impishly. "Like this," she murmured before sliding her hands between their bodies and grasping his hard length. With a practiced motion, she guided him to her wet heat, feeling him slide easily inside with a groan.
She arched her hips upward, taking more of him as he filled her completely. "Is...is that good?" she asked breathlessly, looking up at him through her lashes.
"Fuck.....Alroight...How do we...?"
Her lips curved into a knowing smile as she reached down between them, guiding his engorged length toward her entrance. "Like this," she whispered huskily before taking him fully inside her with one smooth motion. The feel of him stretching her was exquisite, and she moaned loudly, arching her back further as he thrust into her in reply.
Her hands found purchase on the wooden beams of the barn, digging into them as her hips rocked against his, meeting his rhythm with one of their own. "
He groaned loudly "Fuuuuck~! God almighty......This is....is...goood~" he began to thrust, not hard, but at a passionate pace, grunting as she squeezed around him
Her breath came in ragged gasps as he pounded into her, filling the barn with the sound of their passionate union. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him close as she met each of his thrusts with one of her own, their bodies slapping together in a brutal dance of desire that seemed to echo through every fiber of her being.
"Amory~" he panted out her name between thrusts, his face buried in the crook of her neck
Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she arched her back further, her head thrown back in ecstasy as the pleasure consumed her. "Yes!" she cried out, her voice raw and hoarse from their exertions. "Oh God, Massa', I'm close..."
She tightened her grip on him, milk beading at her nipples as he continued to thrust into her unyielding heat.
he noticed her Leaking tits and took one into his mouth, drinking from it "Mmmn~" he continued to thrust, getting near his own release, his thrusts coming faster now as he lost himself to desire
Her fingers dug into the wood as she felt her orgasm wash over her like a wave, her body tensing around him as he continued to thrust inside her, his rough hands guiding her through it. A loud cry ripped from her throat as their pleasure crashed over them both, leaving her breathless and gasping for air.
he grunted as he came inside her, wave after wave pulsing into her, as he finished, he held her there "Fuckkin'.......God above that twas amazin'..."
Her fingers continued to dig into the wood as she felt him pulse inside her, his weight pressing down on top of her. She didn't mind at all; it was if he were claiming her, branding her as his own. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she tried to catch it, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of their passionate union.
"Fuck...." he gently laid down, Amory still in his grip, his smaller, corded body beneath her taller, soft frame "....I love you.....Amory...."
Her breath hitched at his words, her heart racing in her chest. She hadn't expected this...but she couldn't deny the truth of it. She loved him too, with a fierceness that surprised even herself. Tilting her head back to look up at him, she gazed into his reddened eyes and whispered, "I love you too, Massa'."
Their lips met in a tender kiss, their bodies still slick with sweat as they held each other close.
"Sinclaire....Call me Sinclaire.."
Her lips curved into a warm smile as she nodded, finally understanding the true meaning behind his words. "Sinclaire..." She whispered his name like a prayer, her fingers trailing softly down his chest and over his stomach before reaching between them to touch him gently. "I'm yours now," she breathed against his lips before kissing him once more, deep and passionate, their bodies still moving together in a gentle dance of affection and desire.
Their lovemaking had been rough and passionate before, but this...this was something different. This time it felt like they were truly connecting on a level she'd never experienced with anyone else. As their bodies moved together in this gentle dance of affection and desire, Amory couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance to be with him like this.
Her fingers continued to trail softly over his skin, tracing lazy circles around his nipples and down toward the thick thatch of curls between their bodies.
"We should go....fore me uncle notices....But...I'll talk to 'im...See iffin' I can't buy yer freedom.."
As much as she wanted to stay with him forever, the thought of being truly free made her heart race with anticipation. She nodded, kissing him softly on the lips before pulling away and beginning to dress herself. "I'd like that," she said simply, tying her shawl around her shoulders as she stood up.
Her fingers brushed against his skin as she smoothed out her dress, feeling a pang of regret at having to leave this behind even for a moment.
"D'hen we can be together, Amory..." he himself began to get dressed
The thought of being with him, truly as his equal, made her heart soar. She leaned in and kissed him again before smiling up at him. "I can't wait," she breathed, her voice filled with hope and promise.
Together they left the barn, Sinclaire locking it up behind them to hide their secret from his uncle and the rest of the plantation.
Sinclaire went back to work, But as evening came, he returned to the Plantation house, seeking out his uncle, when he found him, he talked at length about a slave that had caught his eye, one he would purchase if his uncle allowed
Her heart raced as she heard whispers of Sinclaire's conversation with his uncle, hoping against hope that he was successful in convincing him to allow her freedom. She knew it wouldn't be easy; money and power often blinded people from seeing the truth of things. But Sinclaire was different...he saw beyond what others expected of him, and she had faith that he would fight for them.
he left the house early he next morning, going to where the slaves lived in their huts and shacks, he called out her name "Amory!"
Her heart skipped a beat as she heard his voice calling her name. She'd been waiting for him, watching from the shadows of one of the huts as he moved through the camp, speaking with the other slaves and overseeing their work. When he finally called out to her, she emerged from hiding, her heart racing in anticipation of what he might say.
"Yes?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Is something wrong?"
His face broke into a smile as he saw her "You're free, Me uncle let me buy your freedom"
Her breath caught in her throat as she heard his words, tears of relief and joy welling up in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, rushing forward to throw her arms around him. She held him close for a moment, feeling the weight of her newfound freedom settle into her bones like a soft blanket.
Finally pulling back, she looked up at him with shining eyes. "I don't know how I can ever repay you."
he chuckled "Love, you don' have to...And theres more.....Me uncle, he's leaving, and he's leaving me the sole owner o' dis plantation."
Her jaw dropped in shock as she listened to him. This was more than she had ever dared hope for. "But..." She stammered, not quite sure what to say. "That's...that's wonderful!"
She reached up and cupped his cheek, her thumb tracing circles on his skin as she studied his face. The thought of them being together, truly equals in this world, filled her with a sense of triumph that overwhelmed any lingering doubts or fears. "
he leaned up and kissed her, Being he was younger than she and she had quite a few inches on him "Things'll change" he turned to the other slaves "You'll all be treated more fairly, Dhe only t'ing I ask, is that you work as best ya can, otherwise, Do as you please."
She smiled at his words, feeling hope bloom anew within her. "I will," she promised, her voice firm with determination. "And I'll help you make this plantation everything it can be."
Together they turned to face the other slaves, their gazes meeting and holding as they prepared for a new beginning. A future full of promise and possibility, where love and loyalty could conquer all obstacles and build something truly extraordinary.
He smiled up at Amory, gently taking her hand and pulling her along towards the Overseer's home, His Home.
As they walked side by side toward their new home, Amory couldn't help but feel a sense of pride swell within her. Not only had she been freed from the shackles of slavery, but she would also be sharing this journey with Sinclaire, her love and protector. She glanced over at him as they walked, his strong features etched with determination and purpose. With a squeeze of his hand, she offered him reassurance and support for the road ahead.
"We can do this,"
"I know...." He opened the door and went over to the bedroom "We can do anythin'.."
She smiled warmly as she followed him into the room, taking in the simple but cozy space. It was a far cry from the huts and shacks they had called home for so long, but it felt right somehow. Together, they would make this place their sanctuary, a haven where love and respect reigned supreme.
"We'll need some furniture," she mused aloud, her eyes drifting around the room once more. "But I know just where to start."
She went over to one of the empty walls and began mentally planning out where things should go. "This wall would be perfect for a big bed," she said, visualizing it in her mind's eye. "And we could use that dresser by the window..." Her thoughts drifted on as she continued to envision their new life together in this space.
"What do you think?" she asked Sinclaire, looking over at him expectantly. "Do you have any ideas for how you'd like it to look?"
"Amory, Long as I have you, I need nothin' more..." he went over and kissed her, His hands gliding over her body
A warm blush crept up her cheeks as she felt his touch and heard his words. "I'm glad you feel that way," she murmured, returning the kiss with equal passion. "Because I plan on being with you for a very long time."
She wrapped one arm around his neck, pressing their bodies even closer together as they continued to kiss, lost in the moment and all-consuming desire that flared between them.
he broke the kiss, panting "Fuck....I need you~" He murmed into her shoulder, being that was all he could do with how much taller she was
Her breath came in shallow gasps as she felt his arousal pressed against her stomach. "Then take me," she whispered hoarsely, her fingers trailing down his chest and over the button of his trousers. With a deft tug, she freed him from its confines, revealing his hard length already growing impossibly large in her hands.
"You're so beautiful," she breathed, her lips brushing against his as she lowered herself to her knees before him.
he stood there, a blush on his face, Letting Amory take the reins
Her lips parted as she took him in her hand, stroking him slowly from base to tip. "You're so big," she murmured, her voice filled with awe and desire. "I want to feel you inside me." She leaned forward, taking him into her mouth, sucking gently at the head before taking more of him deeper down her throat.
Her fingers moved faster on his shaft, matching the rhythm of her mouth as she bobbed up and down, teasing and pleasuring him with every stroke.
he moaned audibly as he searched for purchase, finding only her shoulders as she dominated his length with her mouth
Her tongue swirled around him, tracing every vein and ridge as she worked him deeper into her mouth. Her free hand moved up to cup his balls, rolling them gently in her palm as she continued to suck him off. She could feel the pressure building inside herself, a reminder of just how much she wanted him inside her.
With a moan, she pulled back, releasing him from her mouth and looking up at him through lash-covered eyes. "Please," she breathed, "I need you."
he panted, stumbling back onto the bed "Amory...."
Her heart raced as she climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips with her knees. She reached between them, guiding him toward her wet heat once more. "Take me," she murmured, arching her back to offer herself to him fully. "I'm ready for you."
Her fingers dug into the soft sheets as she felt him pressing against her, teasing at her entrance before finally sliding inside with a groan that echoed through the room.
he groaned out loudly as she took him inside her velvet heat, Grunting as he felt her move "Hah~ anh~!"
Her hips moved in perfect rhythm with his thrusts, their bodies slapping together in a brutal dance of desire that seemed to echo through every fiber of her being. Her breath came in ragged gasps as he claimed her, filling the room with the sound of their passionate union.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, holding him close as she met each of his thrusts with one of her own, her nails digging into his skin and leaving trails of blood on his flesh. "Oh God,"
"A-amory~! I'm gonna....G-gonna-"
Her body trembled with anticipation as she felt him growing closer and closer to the edge. "Yes," she breathed, her voice raw with desire. "Come for me." Her hips bucked upward, taking him deeper inside her as he groaned and arched his back, thrusting hard and fast against her.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders even harder, holding him in place as she felt the hot rush of his release pulsing through him.
he cried out as he came undone inside her, His release coating her inner walls, when he finished, he was a panting, whimpering mess
Her body trembled with the aftershocks of their passionate union as she lay still on top of him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "That was...that was amazing," she murmured, her voice hoarse from exertion.
She leaned down to press a gentle kiss against his sweaty forehead before sliding off the bed and disappearing into the next room to retrieve fresh linens. When she returned, the smile on her face told him everything he needed to know: she was happy, and content...
"Hahh...." he groaned as she left, simply laying there, unable to move
She set about straightening up the room, her movements fluid and practiced from years of practice. As she worked, she couldn't help but smile at the thought that this was their new life together - a life full of possibilities and happiness. It had been a long road to get here, but it had all been worth it in the end.
Finally, when everything was back in order, Amory walked over to the bed once more and gazed down at Sinclaire with tenderness in her eyes. "Get some rest,"
"Y-yes'm..." he replied, panting up at the large, curvaceous figure of Amory
"I'll see you in the morning." She bent down to press another kiss against his forehead before heading back into the other room, leaving him alone with his thoughts and their shared memories. As she closed the door behind her, Amory couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her, knowing that they had truly found something special together...and that it would only grow stronger in the years to come.