“Turn around, bend over, and touch your toes. I need to inspect your bottom.”
She hesitated, her eyes searching his. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I do. It will be good for you to remember you’re my property now. I always take care of what belongs to me. Besides, if you are to take what I have planned for you, I’ll need you well healed. Now turn around and bend over,” he said, opening the jar.
“What did I do?” she asked, confused. How had she angered him? He had seemed so gentle and caring even a moment ago.
“I said turn around and bend over. Do not be difficult.”
She opened her mouth but seemed to reconsider and instead, turned and bent as he had said. He lifted her dress up to her waist to expose her bottom, the pink of her pussy lips peeking through from between her cheeks, the darker hole just visible. What he saw there was more proof of the fact that she was different from the women of his village, than non-breeders in general. Where the backs of her legs and bottom had been so damaged with the switch just yesterday, they were healed completely today. The ointment worked differently on breeders, something in their bodies binding with it somehow to heal them faster than average human women.
“You’ll be ready to take that spanking you’re owed by tonight, I think,” he said. “Reach back and spread your bottom wide so I can inspect your bottom hole properly.”
“Please don’t make me do this,” she begged.
“You’re wasting time.”
She reached her arms back and pulled her bottom cheeks apart, exposing herself fully to his gaze. Silas swallowed, his cock already hardening, already wanting to be buried deep inside her virgin pussy, her virgin ass.
“No man has had you?” he asked.
“No,” she managed.
He only looked for a long time, making her hold her position, his cock aching. “Your bottom hole is still a bit red, but not as much as yesterday. Does it still pain you?”
“Yes, but it’s better than it was.”
“Then the embarrassment will be worth the healing.” Dipping his finger into the ointment, he brought it to her bottom and rubbed it all around the outside first, taking his time, imagining how it would feel to fuck her. He would have her in every way and he would make sure she enjoyed it as well, and from how her pussy began to glisten, he knew she was very responsive. Slowly, he pressed his finger inside her. Rowan immediately squeezed her muscles around his finger once, twice. He moved in and out slowly, pretending to rub the healing ointment in but truly too aroused to stop, enjoying her warmth, her tightness around his finger, imagining the snug fit for his thick cock and how she could milk him with what she was doing now to his finger.
But that was enough for now. At least it was if he didn’t want to lose control. He pulled his finger out and she began to straighten but he pushed her back down.
“Why don’t you stay like that while I load the wagon. You can set your hands on your knees but you’ll stay bent over and exposed to me. I’ll ask you to take this position often so best to get started immediately. Do you know how to answer me?”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“Good girl. Silas is all right most times but during punishment or inspections, you’ll use sir.”
She nodded her head and he saw her squeeze her eyes shut. Feeling slightly guilty for being so hard on her, he put the ointment back into his pocket and began to load the wagon.
Chapter Five
Rowan walked alongside the wagon that day, letting him pull it, answering his questions when he asked them but not volunteering conversation herself, thinking instead. He had humiliated her that morning. There had been no need for what he had done. Yes, he had applied the ointment and he could have chosen to withhold it altogether, but it was the way he had done it. It was to send a message, a very clear one, and she got it.
She was his property; that was all.
Fine. She wasn’t exactly looking for more, wasn’t expecting it. She had more important things to worry about like her reception at his settlement for starters. She looked down at her wrist, at the intricate design there, and closed her other hand over it. For the moment, it offered protection. As did he, her tormentor.
Rowan looked up at Silas’ back. He was shirtless as the heat of the day was at its height. His muscles rippled with the load of the weight he carried and his skin, which the sun had browned to a golden shade, glistened with sweat. She studied the marking on his body, wondering if it meant something, if it had some power.
She too wiped sweat from her forehead as they walked in the late afternoon sun. There was almost no shade to be had and much of the vegetation was dead but she would not ask for a rest, as badly as she needed it. Her feet hurt, her muscles ached, and she was grateful the pain of her punishment had now receded almost completely. She eyed one of the pomegranates in the cart and licked her lips. She was so thirsty.