Given to the Savage(28)

Once she was down, he shifted her so that her torso lay on the bed and her legs hung over his lap. He put a hand on her bottom, just touching the soft mounds, wanting to dip his fingers between, but resisting. He glanced at the paddle, but that would be wrong. This punishment was more to let her know he wouldn’t let her go when she disobeyed a single rule. It was to make a point, not to truly punish.

“You know how to take a spanking? Hands out of the way, no kicking, and keep your bottom soft. All you have to do is lie prone and take your punishment, understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Were you restrained when you were punished at the colony?”

“Once. Two guards held me down and I got double the strokes for it. I never resisted again.”

“Well, that’s how it will go here. You resist, you take double. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

He felt his heart darken as he said the words and remembered what she’d accused him of earlier: you’re not different, no better than them. And perhaps she was right.

Silas raised his hand and brought it down hard. She gasped, but tucked her arms beneath her chest and, although she clenched her bottom in response, she unclenched again quickly to take the next one. Silas wrapped one arm around her waist as he continued, knowing she would resist, even if it would be involuntary. He pulled her tight to him and rained down one after the next, alternating cheeks and covering the whole surface of her bottom.

Rowan grunted with the smacks, her legs coming up now and again, her hands flying back twice to cover her bottom, although she was quick to correct herself. She squirmed throughout her spanking and he could hear her sniffling by the time he started in on her thighs.

It was only when the entire surface of her bottom and the tops of her legs were a dark red that he stopped, bringing his hand to rest on her throbbing, hot bottom.

“Thank me,” he said, his voice sounding as if he hadn’t spoken in days, his erection raging, begging for release. “Kneel before me and thank me for spanking you.”

She sent him a sideways glance but when he released her, she slid down to her knees between his legs and placed her hands at the back of her head. She was obedient and a quick learner, both good things.

“Thank you, sir,” she managed.

“For what?”

“Thank you for… spanking me, sir.”

“Good girl. Now put your fingers to your pussy and show me how wet you are.”

She stared up at him, wide-eyed.

“Go on. Eyes on me.”

Without a word, she slipped one hand down between her legs, her face flushing red as she did. She dropped her gaze once, swallowed, then returned it to his and held two glistening fingers up for him to see.

“Does spanking arouse you?”

“I don’t know.”

“I think you know. Look at your fingers. It’s not a secret.” God, why was he being such a dick? “Take my cock out, Rowan.” It would be easier if she hated him. If she wanted her freedom from him. It would be easier for both of them.

Liar. There is no easy for her. And he knew it. Any way you sliced it, she was doomed.

Trembling fingers unzipped his pants and released his thick cock.

“Have you every sucked a man’s cock before?”

“No, sir,” she barely managed, her eyes wide as she tried hard to keep her eyes on his.

“Aside from touching yourself, have you touched anyone, ever? Or has anyone touched you?”

She shook her head but her face turned as bright a red as her bottom and she averted her gaze.

“Truth, Rowan. I punish lies.”

She swallowed. “I kissed another girl once. On her mouth and then… down there. We saw others do it and we were curious.”

Silas grinned. “You’re a naughty girl. Did she kiss you back?”

Rowan nodded, too embarrassed to keep her gaze on his any longer.

“Where did she kiss you? Look at me when you answer.”

“My mouth and…” she paused.

“And?” Silas asked, enjoying the beet-red color of her face, the image of the beautiful breeder on her knees before him getting her pussy licked by another woman making his cock even harder.

“And… down there.” Her eyes were wide as she waited for his response.

“Did you like it?”

She nodded slowly. “But they caught the other girls and strapped them hard in the courtyard and made us all watch so we never did it again.”

“Shame,” he said, “I’m curious if a man eating your pussy will feel different than a girl’s soft mouth.”

Her look was one of utter surprise and Silas rose to his feet.

“Open your mouth. Wide.”

With that, he gripped a handful of hair at the back of her head and pulled her face onto his cock, making a satisfied sound when her warm, soft mouth sheathed his length. He went slowly at first and she sucked as if she were starved. He looked down at her with his cock stuffed into her mouth and began to move faster, taking more, pushing to the back of her throat even as she resisted, pushing back against his thighs.