Savage Impulses (5 page)

“It was what the man said,” she whispered.
“He... he was calling her names. He was saying... oh he as saying
cruel things to her, awful things, and it just made her cry for him
harder, and want him more. Oh,
Jake
...”

Marigold moaned as he pressed two fingers
into her tight channel, easing her open with care. There was
something surprisingly loving and gentle about it. It was an odd
counterpoint to what he was making her say.

“Cruel things,” he said teasingly. “Awful
things. So tell me dear, what was so awful about these things?”

“He.... Oh, oh Jake, please...”

She couldn't. She couldn't talk while he was
dipping his fingers inside her and spreading them so slowly, but
clearly he expected her to do just that.

“Don't stop,” he said, a note of warning in
his voice. “If you stop, I will.”

If he stopped, she was certain that she would
die. Swallowing hard and licking her lips, she continued. “He was..
he was calling her a slut and a whore, and he was saying that he
knew how much she wanted his... his prick, and that he was going to
fill her up from bottom to top if that's what it took to make her
quiet.”

“Man after my own heart,” Jake said with
satisfaction. “What did you do?”

“What?”

Her question earned her a good-natured tug on
her hair, something that made her blush and sent another surge of
heat down between her legs.

“I asked you what you did after that. You
remembered it so clear, and even as I'm sitting here and listening
to you talk, you're squirming and grinding on my fingers. I'm not
moving them at all, dear, that's completely your doing.”

With a flush, she realized that he was right.
He had been holding his fingers entirely still and it was her who
kept grinding down on them. She couldn't resist the maddening
sensations that he was offering her, and when he pulled his fingers
away slightly, she couldn't help but follow them. She was brought
up short by the way her hands were bound, and she realized that
that position only made her look more vulnerable. Her rear was
thrust up, and with her legs bound apart they way they were, she
realized that she was showing him everything.

“But that's neither here nor there,” he
continued mildly.

Suddenly, he slid two fingers inside her
deeply, drawing a gasping moan from her lips. He had been playing
with her, stretching her and softening her, and it didn't hurt, but
it still opened her. There was just a ghost of soreness there, and
then there was nothing but pleasurable pressure.

Just as quickly, he drew them out again.

She wailed. She wanted them, she needed them,
and she struggled to get even a little closer, dipping her stomach
and pushing her ass up higher. She didn't care how obscene she
looked or how desperate she was for this man, she just wanted more,
more, more...

“You were telling me what you did after.”

“I told Miss Reynolds that I was feeling
poorly,” she whimpered, burying her face in the sheets. “I told her
I had to go lie down, and she let me because she knew I was a good
girl. I... I went to the bed, and usually, I have to share, but it
was the middle of the day and there was no one. I thought about him
saying those words, and the things he must have been doing to that
lady to make her make those noises...”

She swallowed hard, and, before Jake could
think of a reason to smack her again, she continued.

“I laid on my back, Jake, and I...I pulled up
my skirts. I used my fingers, just a little, and that was all that
it took! I just thought of him whispering those words to me, and
calling me those filthy names, and I couldn't stop myself.”

Jake's chuckle was a little strained, and he
ran his fingertips lightly over her back and her rump. The
sensation might have been soothing just a few minutes ago, but now
it was simply maddening.

“Did you make yourself feel what I made you
feel this morning?”

“Yes... well, no...”

“Which is it, dear?”

“What we did, what you did to me... that was
just so much stronger,” she said, her voice gone hushed and soft.
“What you did to me, that... I thought that broke something inside
me, it was so much, so strong...”

“That's what a man who knows what he is doing
can do to a woman,” he said, his voice taking on a ragged edge. “I
can make you feel like that. I can make you feel like that whenever
you like...”

“Yes, yes, yes, please,” she cried out. If
she didn't get something, anything, she was sure she was going to
go mad, and she pulled hard on her bonds. The bed was made solidly,
however, and she didn't even manage to make it creak.

Behind her, Jake was stripping off his
clothes. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him throw his
shirt and then his jeans over the chair where her things rested. It
gave her a strange pull in her heart to see their clothing mixed so
simply.

When he climbed up on the bed with her, he
did it from behind. She could feel his weight and the warmth of his
body, but she could not see him. He was on all fours over her,
covering her, and when he spoke, his whiskey-smooth voice tickled
her ear, making her shiver.

“I can give you exactly what you want,
Marigold,” he whispered. “And I know what you want because you told
me all about it, didn't you, you little slut?”

At his harsh words, she flinched, but there
was a sudden rush of heat to her sex. Yes, this was what she
wanted, this was what she had always craved. She had always known
that she had this wanting part of her, but the fact that there was
a man who could give it to her, and give it to her while he was
kissing the back of her neck so tenderly was amazing.

“You're a little slut, and you are so sweet,
Marigold, right here between your legs, you're so wet for me. You
couldn't hide it if you wanted to, can you Marigold?”

He lowered his body until he was pressing her
to the mattress, and she could feel the hard hot column of his cock
pressing between the cheeks of her rear. She couldn't help but
press herself against him, begging with her body for the release
that he could give her, and he stroked his hand down her side as if
he were calming a spooked animal.

“That's good, that's a good girl, I know
exactly how you want it, don't I? I know exactly how a little slut
likes to be filled up and pinned to the bed. You want it so bad,
don't you, baby girl? You need to me to make you feel good, don't
you?”

At that point, it was all she could do not to
let the begging words out of her mouth. Yes, she wanted him, yes,
she needed him, and she would do anything to have him take her the
way that he had that morning. It was something that overwhelmed
her, that made her keen and sob.

Marigold thought that she might die if she
didn't get more. She needed to be touched, she needed to be taken,
and she couldn't even find the words to make it happen. She braced
herself against the bed and pressed up against Jake's body as hard
as she could, trying to show him in no uncertain terms what she
needed so badly.

Despite his iron control, it was as if Jake
couldn't stop himself either. She could feel his cock nestled
against her body, and she could feel the tension that was strung
through his frame. He bent to lay his teeth against her shoulder.
He bit her hard enough to make her yelp, and then he instantly
laved it with his tongue, soothing the small hurt until it was
nothing but pleasure.

“I'm going to have you again, Marigold,” he
whispered. “I'm going to open you up until you can't remember what
it is to be without me, and then I'm going to make you come so hard
you see stars.”

Marigold felt Jake reach down between their
bodies again, this time spreading her soaked lips apart. She could
feel the blunt tip of his cock spread her slightly, stroking up and
down until she thought that she would go insane, and then he was
inside her.

Her breath left her body in a deep and sudden
rush, and she was panting hard. All she could do was struggle
against the bed, but, with her limbs strapped down, there was no
way for her to do anything. She couldn't squirm away from the
things he was making her feel, and she couldn't even buck up to get
him deeper. The fact that she was stretched so tight made her
helpless to him and what he wanted to do to her. For a long moment,
he simply rested his weight on top of her.

“You're so tight,” he murmured in her ear.
“So tight and wet, darling. Is this what your other lovers felt?
Did you get so hot for them?

“Damn you,” she cried, “There were no others.
Jake, oh, Jake, you were my first, can't you see that? Can't you
feel
that?”

He didn't say a word. He only stayed still on
top of her, stretching her, covering her body with his bulk. When
he swept her hair aside to kiss the back of her neck, she wondered
if there was something gentle about it, something almost
apologetic.

“Sweet, darling, beautiful Marigold,” he
purred in her ear. “Right now, I don't care if you had half the
Union Army.”

He thrust into her deeply, making her feel
every inch. It still wasn't enough. When he started to slide out,
she barely stifled a wail. There was a part of her that could do
nothing besides need him. She pressed her hips back frantically,
looking for more, but he laughed raggedly at her.

“Calm down, darling, I've got what you want
right... here.”He surged hard into her on the last word.

If she hadn't been braced over the pillow,
she would have gone down flat on her face. Instead she had to take
the full brunt of his strength on her body. In a matter of moments,
he quickened his thrusts, making her cry out with each one.

Her legs were shaking with the pleasure that
he inflicted on her, and she could barely recognize the guttural
sounds she was making as human. She was nothing but need, and what
she needed was this man, the one who spanked her, who tied her down
and who thought she was a whore. She wanted him, and, in that
moment, she gave herself up to him.

Between one moment and the next, a low heat
started to build up low in her loins. She could feel it spiral
higher and higher, and some part of her resisted. If she gave in to
this, she knew that a part of her would be changed forever. She
would always be his, no matter where she went or what she did

She bit her lip hard, tried to keep the
overpowering sensations from taking over her body, but there was no
use at all. Her body had no more mercy than Jake did. When he
thrust into her especially hard, his powerful body lunging over
hers and his hands wrapped tight around her hips, she broke into a
thousand pieces. Her climax was shattering, made all the more
powerful by the fact that she couldn't move. Instead, all she could
do was lie still and bear it. It coursed through her like a
wildfire, rending her and making her into something new.

Somewhere distant, she could tell that Jake
had found his own climax as well. She could feel the deep warmth as
he spilled inside her. When she came back to herself, he was
slumped heavily on top of her. He bore some of his weight on his
arms so that she wasn't crushed, but there was something terribly
intimate about it still.

“Marigold...”

Suddenly, it was just too much. The stress,
the fear and even the pleasure of the last twenty-four hours
consumed her, and Marigold, who had always been the tough and
fearless one in her family, felt something that she had been
hanging on to by the barest grip of her fingertips slide away. She
opened her mouth to respond to him, but instead of words, all that
came out was a soft sob.

“Marigold?”

She couldn't help it. The tears ran down her
cheeks, one after the other, and they almost made her feel more
exposed than the fact that she was naked and tied down.

Cursing softly, he pulled away.

It left her feeling aching and empty. That
only made her cry harder.

Jake hurried to untie her.

In a matter of moments, her limbs were free
and she was curled up on her side, covering her face with her
hands. It felt as if she was crying out all of the stress and pain
of her entire life.

After a moment, Jake joined her on the
bed.

He handled her more gently than she ever
imagined he could. It hardly felt like the same man at all. Surely
the man who had bent her over the fence post and beaten her within
an inch of her life wouldn't hold her to his broad chest so
comfortingly. Surely the man who named her a whore wouldn't turn
around and use that same voice to call her his sweetheart.

Still, it was happening, and for what felt
like hours but could only have been minutes, she simply buried her
face in his chest and cried. He never tried to rush her, he never
asked what was wrong, he only held her and made her feel safe and
protected. Eventually the tears dried, and she was left tired but
somehow cleansed. The weight of his body next to her, and the
strength of his arms around her made her wonder if she had ever
felt so protected, and she thought the answer must be no.

“I must look a fright,” she said finally,
pulling away from him a little.

When she sat up, there was a faint tinge of
soreness between her legs, but it was a pleasurable thing. It was
more a reminder of what had passed between them than any real pain.
For a long moment, she only sat and enjoyed it.

“You look beautiful,” he told her solemnly.
“You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.”

She threw a teasing smile over her shoulder,
more amused than she liked to admit.

“Really? I thought you would have been
singing a different tune after.”

“What do you mean?”

“Men always tell women that they are
beautiful before they bring them to bed. Before, it's nothing but
love songs and compliments and after... well, I suppose after is
when the truth comes out.”