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.
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 w
aited 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.
With his other hand, he touched her cheek softly. She looked up at him and he slowed his movements. “Open and relax, you can take it, Rowan. Take my cock into your throat.”
She nodded and he resumed, going more slowly at first until she adjusted and he thrust harder and faster and when he came in her mouth, she swallowed without hesitation, looking up at him, her pupils dilated so that her eyes looked almost black, a sign of her own arousal, and when he pulled out of her mouth, she reached for him, licking again.
Silas lifted her to her feet by her hair and kissed her hard, his own taste strong on her lips. He then turned her and laid her on the edge of the bed. Kneeling on the floor between her legs, he pushed her backwards.
“Pull your lips open for me. Show me your pussy, Rowan,” he said.
Her hands slowly moved to either side of her sex and she spread herself wide. She was beautiful, all pink and wet, her scent sweet.
He made a sound from deep inside his throat. “Hold yourself like that, wide open for me,” he said, lifting her legs over his shoulders. He devoured her pussy then, tasting every inch of her and finally, sucking on her clit hard enough that within moments, she was bucking beneath him, begging him to stop and to continue all in the same breath, until finally she came long and hard, and, her energy spent, lay limp on the bed.
Chapter Seven
Silas woke early, as he always did. He looked over at Rowan who slept quietly beside him. Her chestnut hair was splayed out over the pillow, the long tresses curling slightly at the ends. He pushed the few strands that had fallen over her face aside and studied her features. Her skin was a pretty bronze, her eyes set wide apart with thick eyebrows to accentuate them. High cheekbones, a small nose, and the fullest, reddest lips he had ever seen, even on a breeder, set her apart from other women. There was something else too, something not physical, that called to him. Breeders had somehow evolved over the last century to give off some sort of pheromone that was said to be irresistible to some. Perhaps it was only this chemical; his body knowing she would be a good match to him in order to continue the human race.
Rowan stirred, her lips working but saying nothing he could understand. He watched as she rolled over onto her back and settled back into sleep, her mouth slightly parted, her breath quiet. Her shoulder and one arm were exposed and he looked at the lines of it, the length, the lean muscle, the delicate, fragile wrist that was marred by the mark Commander Norrin had lasered into her, a tracking device set inside the major artery so that its removal would be impossible, if one wanted to live that is. He reached out to touch the slightly raised spot. He could perhaps override it with his own mark. They had some technologies the colonies were not aware of after all. It would be painful and not as delicate as Commander Norrin’s, but if he marked her with his own tracker, it would at least interfere with that of Commander Norrin’s, scrambling the signals.
His tablet sounded, distracting him. It wasn’t time to think of saving Rowan. It was time to think of why he agreed to doing this in the first place. It was time to see his son.
* * *
Rowan woke when she heard the sound of talking, of loud talking coming from somewhere nearby. It took her a moment to remember where she was but when she did, she sat up and pulled the quilt around her naked form. Early morning sunshine poured in through the windows and she climbed out of the bed, the bare earth cold beneath her feet. Carpet covered some of the living area of Silas’ home, but beneath that was dirt. That was one difference with where she had come from. Breeders lived in housing that was, compared to this at least, luxurious. The temperature was controlled and breeders lived comfortably. But there was something to this simplicity that she appreciated. It felt more honest.
“I want to talk to him. It was our agreement!” It was Silas’ raised, angry voice coming from outside.
She went to the backdoor, which wasn’t fully closed, and peeked out through the small crack into the backyard. But when Commander Norrin’s voice came next, she shrank back.
“No. Our agreement was that you would only see the boy until I had some proof the breeder had been impregnated. Once that is confirmed, then you’ll be free to talk to your…”
Silas’ fist pounded into the wall of the house then and Rowan jumped back with a gasp.
“Fine,” Silas said through gritted teeth. “I see him again in a week’s time.”
“Yes, of course, Silas,” came Commander Norrin’s mocking tone.
Rowan dared to pull the door just a bit wider. When it creaked, Silas turned immediately and their eyes met through the crack. Startled, Rowan quickly pushed it closed and went back to sit on the bed. But a moment later, it opened again and he entered, setting the tablet on the nightstand. Rowan glanced at it, then back at him. He stood naked watching her and she couldn’t help it when her gaze traveled down along the powerful length of him, his skin a dark bronze from the sun, glowing with health, muscle tight beneath that sheath of flesh, his tattoo giving him a frightening air.
“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.”
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