Given to the Savage(27)
“And you made a fire,” he said, looking her over. She had shed her fur as the room had grown quite warm.
“Yes. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you angry. I didn’t know not to go in there.”
He turned to her. “Well, now you know. It’s been a long day,” he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
That was when she spied what else was lying there and remembered what would happen to her tonight: her punishment.
When she returned her gaze to his, she found him watching her.
“Commander Norrin was kind enough to pack some implements to keep you well spanked and in line,” he said, picking up the wooden paddle. “I guess from the look on your face you remember what time it is?”
“You’re going to spank me for the other night.”
Silas nodded. “That’s right. Come here.”
She walked with leaden feet to stand before him.
“Do you remember you promised to submit to this punishment?”
“Yes, sir.” It had been the only way to get out of taking it with her bottom still so raw.
“Good girl. Take off your dress. I’d like you fully naked for punishment.”
Rowan slowly pulled the dress up over her head and stood naked before him. His eyes traveled the length of her, pausing at her breasts, her nipples hardening beneath his hungry gaze. Something inside Rowan’s belly stirred at the way he looked at her, at the desire in his eyes. She’d seen it before too, at the waterfall when he’d kissed her, and what she felt now was the same as it had been then. But when she looked at the wooden paddle beside him, that lust turned to fear.
He followed her gaze. “I don’t plan on using that tonight. Just my hand at first. I want to see how you take a spanking.”
She dropped her gaze to her feet and nodded. Silas reached out to touch the small patch of dark hair between her legs, tugging on it. She put her hands on his shoulders to push back, although it wasn’t painful. The opposite, in fact.
“Hands on your head,” Silas said. “When I inspect you, you put your hands at the back of your head.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, doing as he said.
“How were you disciplined at the colony?” he asked, his fingers still inside her hair there. When he turned his gaze up to hers, heat flushed her face.
“They paddled or strapped us, the female guards.”
“I want to know about you, not any of the other breeders. How many times were you paddled or strapped?”
“A few.”
“Why?”
“Once I took some of the candy Captain Amro kept. The other times I…” she hesitated. “They found me… we weren’t allowed to touch ourselves here,” she said, gesturing to her sex.
His expression changed. “How did they catch you?” he asked, grinning.
“Inspections.”
He nodded. “Open your legs wider.”
When she did, he slipped his hand underneath to just touch her sex before finding her swelling nub. She made an involuntary sound when he rubbed it between his fingers and when he looked up at her, she averted her gaze.
“No, look at me when I touch you.”
She did, but just barely, her face burning red as her thighs grew sticky. When he stood to his full height, she almost stepped back, but with one hand at her back, he kept her close and brought his mouth down over hers, his tongue sliding inside as his fingers slipped between her lower lips. She found herself moaning into his mouth, her hands leaving her head and coming to touch his hard stomach, his chest, not pushing away, just touching instead. But too soon he stopped and she felt his wet fingers sliding up along her belly toward her breast. She placed her hands back on her head while Silas sat down and watched her face as he squeezed one nipple hard.
“You distract me,” he said, his voice hoarse.
She looked down at his lap, at the bulge that pressed against his pants there.
“Lie across my lap for your spanking,” he said, his tone different. She hesitated, opening her mouth, wondering what she’d done wrong. “Down, now. Let’s go.”
* * *
Rowan lowered herself over his lap while Silas watched, irritated with himself. What was he doing kissing her? He had to remember this was temporary. He had to remember that she was here to be bred, and that was all. She could never be anything more to him. He would treat her kindly while she was in his care, but he could not harbor any feelings for her. He would not allow himself to. It would be hard enough to keep his distance, but he decided that once he had succeeded in impregnating her, he would move her to another home and not use her again until the first breeder-child was delivered to the colony. It would be the safest way to keep distance between them and it would be the kindest thing for her, even if she did not understand. He had to keep his mind on the reasons he was doing this. His own feelings absolutely could not come into play.