Savages Recruit

by Loki Renard

  The next few hours passed in something of a whirl. She didn’t know how, but Savage had been busy, real busy. It was almost as if he had a contingency for this sort of situation already planned out. They turned inland and drove through the countryside until they reached a town so small she could hardly believe that it was a town at all. The bright blue sky was wide open and tall pine trees dotted the land at regular intervals, breaking up the valleys and ridges. There were a handful of houses and barns and she was sure she spotted a small general store, which struck her as very quaint indeed. She commented as much, but received no reply. Savage was not in the best of moods, so it was in silence that they drove through the center of town and down a couple of side roads to pull up in front of a small, but tidy house.

  “Where are we?” Zora inquired cautiously.

  “Iron Horse,” Savage said. “Population 300. Somewhere quiet you can keep your head down.”

  She looked around and saw absolutely nothing of interest. “I’m supposed to stay here?”

  “Damn right you’re supposed to stay here,” he growled at her. “You even think of moving without telling me and I’ll have your hide.”

  Zora wrinkled her nose as she stepped out of the car. He really had dumped her right in the middle of nowhere. It wasn’t quite as remote as the compound, but it might as well have been. The next house was barely in view across dusty paddocks fenced by shaky wooden struts. “Seriously? Here?”

  “Here,” Savage said firmly. He took her by the shoulder, turned her around and slapped her ass hard. “Now get inside.”

  “Ow!” Zora complained.

  “Ow? You’ve got a lot more than just that coming to you girl,” he growled. “I cannot believe you actually robbed a bank. You were out for less than a day and you robbed a bank.”

  “I needed money,” she explained.

  “What you needed was a good thrashing,” he replied direly. He was in full blown angry Savage mode and she didn’t like her chances of ending their encounter without feeling the palm of his hand again.

  With a growing sense of despair, Zora traipsed inside the house. The kitchen she walked into was decorated with faded floral wallpaper and furnished with a rickety old table and three chairs. She dumped her backpack in a corner and frowned. “This isn’t my idea of freedom,” she complained over her shoulder.

  “It’s here or the compound, your choice,” Savage snapped.

  She was tired of being growled at. It was time the man lightened up a little. “What’s the matter Bretty?” Zora smirked cheekily, throwing caution to the wind. “You seem tense…”

  It was the final straw. He’d been patient with her escape, he’d been patient with the discovery she’d robbed a bank, he’d even helped her run from the cops, but she’d finally made the smart ass comment that broke the camel’s back. She knew this because he roared as much as he grabbed her up to punish her. Try as she might to thwart his efforts, she was still no match for him. Setting his foot up on the seat of one of the kitchen chairs, he pushed her over his thigh and began slapping her ass with gusto. “Tense! Girl you don’t know the half of it!”

  See-sawing back and forth over his leg with her ass very quickly feeling like it was under attack by napalm, Zora felt that she probably did know the half of it and that she was being treated very unfairly indeed. Escaping wasn’t a crime, and okay, maybe bank robbery technically was a crime, but she’d only stolen from a bad guy. She communicated precisely none of those thoughts because she was too busy yowling and trying to save her ass. Savage was whaling away at her behind with the sort of enraged strength that she always seemed to bring out in him.

  “Goddammit stop it!” She screamed, thrashing about wildly in a way that did nothing but put her more off balance.

  “I will not stop it,” he bellowed. “You are the most incorrigible, lawless brat I’ve ever known and you need a beating more than you need anything.”

  “It’s never stopped me before,” she screeched over the loud thwacking of his palm meeting her ass. “What makes you think it will work now?”

  The logic was sound, but it didn’t stop him from spanking her until she felt tears springing to her eyes. He’d wasted no time in building a deep ache in her ass that was being topped off with fiery blows that just kept coming, over and over again.

  “Why are you doing this?” She tried a question, desperate to end the spanking. “It’s just pointless!”

  “Because I love you dammit!” He yelled. He stopped hitting her and just held her there, his palm laid across her blazing bottom. She could hear him breathing hard, perhaps from the exertion of the spanking, perhaps from something else. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter and more controlled. “I love you and I’m scared as hell I’m going to watch you die and I’m not going to be able to do a damn thing to stop it.”

  He stood her up and Zora saw that she was not the only one with tears in her eyes. Savage’s own dark gaze was glistening with emotion. She realized with a start that his pain was her doing. She never really thought of him as having actual feelings, everything always seemed so contrived with him. Maybe he did care after all. Certainly he’d risked his life and he was probably still risking his life in helping her escape. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered as guilt washed over her.

  “No, I’m sorry,” he said, holding back his emotion with supreme effort. “I should have never brought you into this life.” He stiffened with resolve. “But now that I have, I’m going to make damn sure you’re safe, and if that means beating your ass until you can’t sit so you think twice before pulling one of your little stunts, then so be it.”

  He reached for her and gathered her to him and she melted against his body, taking comfort in his strength as she dried her eyes on his shirt. It was a soft, tender moment she wished would last forever, but it barely lasted a minute before footsteps on the porch got their attention. They both turned as the screen door of the kitchen opened. It was Brian. “Sorry to interrupt sir,” he said. “Our window is closing. We have to get going.”

  “I will be back,” Savage promised. He kissed her deeply, all his love and passion in the embrace as he wrapped his arms around her as if he never wanted to let her go. She breathed deeply, taking in his scent, making it a part of herself.

  “I don’t want you to go.” Zora felt as small as she sounded when she realized that he was really going, leaving her alone in the remote town. She’d escaped the compound without giving him much of a second thought, but now she really didn’t want him to leave.

  “I don’t want to go either, little girl,” he held her close and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “But we can’t be together until this is resolved.” He pulled away, giving her a final kiss that held so much longing it almost made her choke with emotion.

  She watched him walk towards the door and her voice was plaintive as she rubbed her ass, hating the fact that the burning ache was going to stick around longer than Savage was. “What now? What do I do now?”

  He turned and looked at her, all the intensity of life and death burning in his gaze.

  “Now they hunt… and you hide.”

  The End

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