“You were spying.”
“No, not spying. You spoke so loudly that it woke me and I wanted to come outside and see what was happening.”
“From behind a crack in the door?”
She opened her mouth to speak but closed it again and dropped her gaze, then changed her mind. “What is he holding over you?” she asked. The colonies had power over the settlements, but Rowan had sensed all along that there was something more to Silas’ motivations in accepting this agreement.
Silas narrowed his eyes. “Do you need to be punished for spying?” he asked, picking up the paddle that lay next to the tablet.
She stared at him, at the paddle. Fear of the pain warred with defiance, but when he slapped it once against the palm of his other hand, she shook her head.
He studied her for a while, then his gaze traveled to her shoulder where the quilt had slipped. “Take the quilt off,” he said.
She swallowed, noticing how the look in his eyes had changed. She slid the quilt from her shoulders and remained still while he looked her over, pausing for a long time at her breasts, her nipples hardening just beneath his gaze.
“Get up and bend over the bed,” he said.
She glanced at the paddle but he must have noticed because he tossed it onto the bed beside her. That was when she realized what he intended to do. It was time. She only hoped she would be allowed to walk about the settlement and, if she were lucky, find the plant she needed in time.
The first time he took her would hurt, everyone had warned her about the first time. And given the size of him, she imagined it would be more than a little painful. But she had no choice. She stood and bent over the foot of the bed, laying her torso over it, trying to make herself look as unappealing as possible.
“Spread your legs,” he said.
She did and when she felt him come closer, she tensed, hugging her arms beneath her chest, her hands fisting without conscious thought in anticipation. The head of his cock just touched her buttock, the skin of it softer than that of his fingers, which pulled her bottom cheeks apart.
“It’s my first time,” she whispered into the bed, tears already forming in her eyes as she hoped for the slightest mercy, but expected none.
He muttered a curse and she glanced back to find his expression torn. He was struggling, and in that moment, she wanted to know more than ever what Commander Norrin held over his head. But all thought of that was gone when he dropped to his knees on the floor behind her and pushed her legs wider. His tongue tickled her sex and she found herself gasping as he began to thoroughly lick her from her clit to her pussy up to her back hole and back.
She began to moan, his tongue soft on her sex, so opposite the hardness of the rest of him. He pulled her cheeks wider and licked, his fingers finding her clit, calling a loud cry from her. He lifted her onto the bed then and laid her on her back, climbing up to lay himself on top of her, his length heavy even as he supported himself on his elbows on either side of her head.
“I’ll go slowly but it will hurt just this once. Just know I don’t take pleasure from hurting you, Rowan.”
As he said it, he nudged her legs wider with his knees and the head of his cock found the slick opening of her sex. Her eyes went wide and she nodded, trusting this man whom she had known for mere days. He dropped his head closer and kissed her forehead, then her cheek before nibbling on her ear as he began to enter her tight, virgin pussy. She tensed, fingernails digging into his back in anticipation of the pain, but when he brought his mouth to hers, the kiss was soft, a gentle, erotic kiss that allowed her to taste him as he tasted her.
He pressed his cock farther and the feel of it was different than she thought it would be. He took his time, kissing her, encouraging her with words when she tensed, but holding her so that she could not escape him if she tried. He began to move in and out of her, slowly stretching her, claiming inch after inch until he pressed up against her virgin barrier. Once there, he pulled away, and, with his elbows just over her shoulders, held her in place and looked down at her. His eyes were darker, the pupils having expanded to block out most of the crystal-like blue.
“You’re doing well,” he said, still moving inside her. “It’s going to hurt now, just for a moment. Look at me, keep looking at me. I want to watch you.”
Tears warmed her eyes and she nodded. She expected him to tear through, but he kept moving slowly, not stopping when she made any sound of resistance, but coaxing her even as she felt him thicken inside her. A tiny tear and an instant of pain had her squeezing her eyes shut, but once he was through, he too exhaled and thrust hard to seat himself fully inside her. He nudged her mouth with his, continuing to move, increasing his speed. She opened her lips to him and kept her eyes closed but as his thrusts came faster and her clit rubbed against the rough hair between his legs, she felt herself grow more moist, and when she squeezed her muscles and arched her back, the sensations felt good, the pain of being stretched matched the pleasure of being filled and taken and when he pumped hard and fast in and out of her, she surrendered herself completely, her mouth wide open, her eyes slits as her pussy clamped down around his cock and she came simultaneously with him, his cock throbbing, his seed pumping inside her, filling her, the pleasure more abundant than she could have imagined.