Given to the Savage(39)

He didn’t speak then, but pressed his thumb into her bottom hole while he lifted her and pulled her roughly to the edge of the table, impaling her on his cock, fucking her hard and fast, hurting her with each stroke while bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.

“Come!” he roared, slapping her hip hard with the command as if making her come somehow alleviated his guilt, somehow made her less human. “Come!”

As if on cue, she did, her muscles clamping hard around both finger and cock, milking the latter as it pulsed and throbbed, forcing his seed into her womb, teaching her her place, showing her that no matter what happened between them, she was only a breeder to him.

When he was finished with her, he slid his cock out, any emotion in his eyes masked. He zipped his pants and turned to walk into the house. Rowan stumbled off the table, her legs barely able to hold her as semen rushed down her thighs.

“They will be children too, just like your son,” she said to his back. “Your children.”

He stopped and just glanced at her over his shoulder, his expression tight, torn. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again, his gaze faltering for a moment before it hardened again and he turned and walked to the door. “Do not leave the house.”

A few moments later, she heard the front door slam shut. Left alone in the garden, Rowan picked up her discarded dress. He had taken her virginity just a day before and had used her roughly twice since then, but none of that mattered. She knew where she stood, knew it would be futile to try to work herself into his good graces, into his heart. The latter she doubted if he even had now.

Walking to the bed of herbs, she plucked leaves of the selenium to make into a tea.



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The next few weeks passed quietly. Silas was gone most of the time and it seemed to her he was avoiding her. That was fine by her. She spent her mornings outside in the garden working with her herbs and the afternoons at the clinic. She was pleased to see the pomegranate seeds she had planted had taken root, the tiniest beginnings of a tree just breaking through the earth. The thought made her sad and happy at once.

Kara spent some time with her daily and Rowan was impressed with the girl’s knowledge of the plants. She didn’t know as much as Rowan but she also trusted her own knowledge less, which was probably the biggest obstacle. But she was friendly and it was nice to have someone to talk to, even if it was talk over trivial things.

One morning while she was sipping the selenium tea she had made and sitting in the shade of a tree, Kara walked out into the backyard.

“You startled me,” Rowan said when she saw her.

“I knocked but you didn’t hear. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Rowan swallowed most of the tea before Kara got the scent of it. She didn’t want her asking questions. Rowan didn’t want to lie but she would if she had to.

“It’s ok. You’re early,” she said, “But I’ll just finish up watering these and we can go to the clinic.”

“Take your time. Honestly, I just wanted to get out of the house.” Kara planted herself on the chair Rowan had just vacated.

“Is everything ok?” Rowan asked, sensing that she wanted to talk about something, not missing the fact that Kara’s expression was more serious than it usually was.

She shrugged a shoulder. “Boy trouble.”

Rowan smiled. At eighteen, Kara was quite pretty and from what Rowan had seen, the only trouble she had with boys was choosing which one she wanted. “What sort of boy trouble?”

Kara looked up at Rowan. “Can you keep a secret?”

Could she keep a secret? Rowan winked and pulled up a chair. “Trust me, I can keep a secret,” she said.

“I’ve been seeing Jeremy,” she said. “You know, the boy who has been coming by the clinic almost daily.”

“I did notice him,” Rowan said. Jeremy was a lanky, awkward eighteen-year-old kid with a crush on Kara. She just hadn’t realized the infatuation was mutual. “I knew he liked you but…”

“You did?” Kara asked.

“Of course. His eyes light up when he looks at you.”

“Are you just saying that? I mean, I saw him walking with Barbara the other day.”

“Kara, from what I’ve seen, he’s like a puppy around you. Trust me on this, he’s got a serious crush on you so don’t worry about Barbara. And if it bothers you that much, talk to him.”

“I don’t want to make a fool of myself.”

“You won’t. Trust me, please!”

Kara smiled. “Ok. I’ll think about it. Can I have some of that tea? It smells good,” she said.