Savage Impulses (7 page)

“As I said, it seems to have been a little
while since you bathed.”

When she might have flown at him again, he
tugged the lead hard, lifting her wrists above her head and holding
them there.

Trapped like that, she could only writhe
angrily.

“That's not very nice,” he admonished her.
“Do you really want to make me angry?”

A mutinous part of her wanted to shout yes,
but another part, the part that craved this man's touch and his
strength, yielded graciously.

“No,” she said softly. She was rewarded with
the barest brush of Jake's lips against hers.

“That's a good girl,” he murmured.

In a heartbeat, he had scooped her up in his
arms.

While she was still shrieking from the
surprise of that, he was lowering her into the warm water. She
gasped at the heat, but soon she grew accustomed to it. The heat
sunk into her bones as she sat down in the tub, and she felt a part
of her uncurl and relax. She tried to reach into the water with her
hands, but she quickly realized that she was still bound and that
Jake was still holding the lead.

“What am I meant to do now?” she asked,
jerking her head at the ropes. “I thought you said I stank.”

“You do,” he said cheerfully. “I'm not sure
if I can trust you to do a good job, you see.”

Instead of freeing her, he looped the free
end of the rope to the hook at the front of the tub. It bent her
forward slightly, but if she propped her elbows up on the rounded
copper edges, it was comfortable enough.

“Relax,” he said, picking up a wash cloth. “I
just want to make sure that my woman is perfectly clean for bed
tonight...” He dipped the cloth in the water, and then he ran it
gently over her face and her neck.

She could feel him wiping away the sweat and
the grime that she had been living with for days, and, though
perhaps she should have been embarrassed, it only made her feel
like something treasured and loved. She wanted him to take time
with her, to open her up, and then the washcloth dropped to her
breasts and the bath became significantly less innocent.

Marigold moaned softly as the washcloth
massaged first one breast and then the other. When she glanced
down, she could see that her nipples were already standing up
proudly.

“Jake,” she said softly.

He growled with pleasure, cupping a clean
breast in his bare hand. “You're gorgeous,” he said, “now be quiet
while I work.”

She subsided obediently as the washcloth
traveled down her belly and over her thighs. When it ghosted over
her sex, she pressed her legs together.

With a chuckle, he moved on to her knees.

She was both relieved and oddly disappointed.
She instinctively felt the need to shield that part of herself from
him, but she also wanted his touch there. He cleaned her legs
tenderly, but then she realized why he was fine with letting her
keep her legs closed.

“Go on, now. Up on your knees.”

Assuming that he wanted more access to her
back, she knelt up, but then he was pushing her forward. She was
supporting her weight on the elbows that were planted on the edge
of the tub, and while it did give him access to her back, it also
gave him access to her rear. The tub was slippery and wide enough
that she simply could not keep her knees together. She had to
spread them, and that must have been what he wanted, because he ran
the wash cloth over the curve of her buttocks before sliding it
around her inner thigh.

“You can't,” she said faintly, but his sure
movements told her in no uncertain way that he certainly could.

He took his time with it, moving with
agonizing slowness. As she bit her lip, he slowly inched up to her
sex. It was hard to tell where the water ended and her own wet
response began. When his fingers, covered in the rough fabric of
the washcloth, found her slit, she knew it didn't matter.

She moaned with embarrassment when he swept
the fabric from the very front of her slit all the way to the back,
pressing her buttocks apart to do so.

“Don't...” she muttered, but when he pressed
his hand against her rear, she couldn't stop herself from groaning
and pressing back against him.

“Don't what?” he asked challengingly. “Don't
make you cry out? Don't make you feel good?”

When she had no response to that, he chuckled
and threw the cloth aside. He replaced the fabric with his own
fingers.

She moaned as he spread her cheeks wide, and
she realized that he was looking at her more intimately than anyone
ever had before.

“You're beautiful here,” he told her firmly.
“Perfectly made, as if you were created with me in mind. You were
just a virgin yesterday, and you have no idea what's waiting for
more.”

She shivered at his words, involuntarily
tightening against him.

He responded by sliding a quick finger inside
her.

The water made it easier than ever, and she
gasped at the speed as much as at the sensation. He pulled it out
again just as quickly, making her cry out in dismay.

“There are places where I've not even touched
you,” Jake continued. “For my father, who's a well-respected man
back east, people smile and nod, but behind my back, I know that
they call me a savage for my mother's blood.”

He squeezed the globes of her rear in his
large hands, and she groaned. He was strong enough to leave
bruises, and she thought she might get around to protesting as soon
as it stopped feeling so damned good.

“They might call me a savage, but you might
be surprised at the invitations I get from some of those high and
mighty townswomen, and you would be positively shocked at what they
want me to do...”

Marigold grit her teeth and she kicked her
legs hard enough to get a good splash in Jake's face. She was
rewarded by a yell. Glancing over her pale shoulder, she managed to
catch his eye.

“You're not going to be taking any more
invitations from those townswomen you were talking about. Not while
you've got me living here, you understand?”

The moment the words were out of her, she
felt stripped, as if she were taking some kind of huge risk, but
Jake only chuckled.

“I would never take an invitation from any
kind of woman like that,” he assured her. “The kind of woman I like
is a lot more open about her 'savage' impulses. The woman of my
dreams is willing to take all of me when we're underneath the open
sky and mounted on the back of a horse. She's willing to let me tie
her down so that I can have her in whatever way I like best, and
she's... open to new ideas.”

As he spoke, he ran the tip of his finger
over her rear hole, making her yelp and try to pull away. Despite
the initial shock, she could not deny that there was pleasure to
it, and she listened, fascinated as he talked.

“I've known women back east who prefer to use
this hole. It prevented pregnancies, they said, and it made them
feel a kind of pleasure they never knew. Can you imagine me
stretching you here, opening you up so that you can take my
cock?”

She could imagine it, and the image terrified
her even as it aroused her. She bucked hard.

Jake laughed, and he laid a hand on her rump,
calming her.

“Not tonight then, I see. It seems that my
darling is a little skittish. There will be plenty of time to
seduce you into seeing my way, after all.”

She was going to ask him what he meant by
that, but he was already pressing his fingers inside her slit,
probing deep and sinking straight in from the warmth and the
lubrication that was already there. She moaned deep in her throat
and pressed back against him, craving more and more.

“That's two fingers,” he said softly. “Look
at you moan just for that.”

She realized that she was riding his fingers.
For a moment, she was appalled at how she must look. She was
half-in and half out of the water, arched like a showgirl, and she
could imagine her pale, wet bottom rising out of the bath like the
most perfect target for Jake's wickedness. She knew that she was
giving him a show, but she just couldn't seem to stop moving her
hips as he thrust into her lazily with his fingers.

He paused only to add another finger,
pressing it inside her and making her convulse around them. He
hissed when she did it, so she did it again.

“God above, you're tight,” he said. “So good,
darling, and no one has ever had you but me...”

He started slow, pistoning his arm so that
she could simply flex against him. The feeling of fullness from
three of Jake's fingers was enough to make her want more, and
though she tried to make him speed up, he refused to give her
anything but that deep and steady movement.

Jake knew her body better than she did,
however, and though it seemed to go on forever, she started to feel
a trembling shake her thighs.

“I... I can't!” she cried in shock.

“You absolutely can,” Jake grunted from
behind her. His hand sped up, and now she could feel the entire
strength of his body behind it.

Her bound hands gripped the edge of the tub
tight, and she was pushing back against him. She could feel the now
familiar pleasure starting to build up in her belly, and she
tightened convulsively around her lover's fingers.

Quicker than she believed possible, lightning
coursed through her body, making her wail. She threw her head back,
crying out loudly, but his fingers didn't stop. To her distant
shock, he kept thrusting his fingers inside her body, driving her
forward with an almost brutal strength.

Before, Marigold would have said that to be
touched so soon after her climax would be sensitive past the point
of pain, but now when it was actually happening, she could only
surrender yet again. She relished the stretch of his fingers and
the strength with which he was driving them forward. He was faster
now, as if assured of what she could take and what she really
needed, and he forced her to a second climax, longer and even more
intense than the first. It drew out farther and farther, and she
thought the pleasure would tear her apart.

It didn't however, and when she collapsed
against the side of the tub, her entire body tingled. It was as if
Jake had woken her up entirely from bottom to top, leaving her
feeling completely worn out but glowing with the light of the
sun.

He flexed his fingers inside her, and the
sensitivity made her whine.

“No,” she gasped. “Please no, I can't take
another, Jake, please!”

He seemed to consider for a moment, and then
he drew his fingers out of her slowly and easily. She sighed when
they were gone, and a part of her already wanted them back. She
wondered if there was something strange about her, that she seemed
so thrilled by acts that might shame a decent woman, but all she
knew was that this man made her body thrum with pleasure.

“All right, that's a good girl,” he said
soothingly, running his wet hands over her back. He lifted her out
of the water, but instead of drying her off, as she half-expected
him to do, he urged her to bend over the full tub. The ripe tips of
her breasts touched the still-warm water, making her whimper.
Humming gently, Jake tapped his bare foot against the inside of her
leg, making her widen her stance.

“Jake,” she moaned softly. “I can't take
more...”

“No, but do you want more?”

She started to shake her head no, but then
his fingers were trailing over her hips, gentle, sweet and slow,
and she found that yes, there was something in her that wanted
more. Shutting her eyes tight, she nodded, and she felt him step
behind her.

He hadn't bothered to do anything besides
unbutton his jeans, and she shivered as she felt the rough edges of
the denim graze the soft wet flesh of her rear. When she glanced
over her shoulder, she saw a look of intent concentration his
face.

“You're dripping,” he murmured. “Oh Marigold,
this is going to be so sweet for you.”

She didn't understand what he meant until he
stroked his cock over her slit twice and then started to ease in.
His long preparation with his fingers meant that her flesh was soft
and open, and though she was still tight, he slid in like he
belonged there.

He was sheathed inside to the hilt, and for a
long moment, they simply felt each other. He leaned over her to
support himself on the far edge of the tub, and almost without
thinking, she leaned over to kiss his bare arm.

“That's a beautiful girl,” he said. “So open
and easy for me, aren't you?”

She didn't know how long he simply rested his
weight on her, and then he was moving. Unlike the strength and
aggression he had used before, however, now he was sliding inside
her slowly and easily. He wasn't thrusting into her so much as
rocking against her, and the gentleness of the motion opened up
something deep and gentle inside her. Instead of moaning, she
sighed, and she felt herself relax in a way that she never had
before with him.

It seemed to go on forever, with his hard
cock moving inside her, and then, for a reason that she didn't
understand, Marigold felt a spark of that now-familiar heat in her
belly. Amazed, she felt her body start to stir out of its sleepy
state. She tightened around him, and her thighs shifted
restlessly.

“That's it,” he whispered coaxingly. “I know
you can again, just for me.”

“Jake, Jake, I can't,” she insisted, but even
as the words crossed her lips, she could tell that he was right and
she was wrong.

Something about the long, slow burn of his
movements was waking her up again, making her ache with want.

“It's going to be just like this,” he
whispered, kissing her ear. “Just this. You can depend on it, love,
I won't hurt you. I won't make you ache. You can have it if you
want, just reach for it.”

Timidly, she started to move back against
him, following the same motions that he did. The movements were
slow and gentle, but there was strength there, too, and she closed
her eyes and arched her back, mutely asking for more.