Savages Recruit (28 page)

Before she could get too excited by his touch, he started spanking her again, a little more firmly this time with sound swats that echoed off the walls. Anyone in the corridor would probably recognize the sound of a feminine bottom being spanked, the distinctive sound of palm meeting curved cheeks was not being muffled in any way by the thin panties.

Arching her back and beginning to yelp with every swat, Zora resigned herself to the spanking entirely. He had her held very firmly with one arm around her waist. She wasn't going anywhere any time soon, she was going to have to just hold on and wait until the big man was done with her bottom. Some reactions could not be helped however, and as her rear grew warmer and hotter, she became progressively more moist. Each time Savage's palm landed she seeped a little more dampness into the gusset of her panties, slowly soaking them.

“My my, what have we here?” Savage said, stopping suddenly. Zora felt the embarrassment of being caught in an obviously aroused state as Savage propped his leg up higher and inspected her rather thoroughly, running the pad of one finger up and down her panty clad slit, where a wet patch was very obvious indeed.

Moaning softly, Zora avoided making a reply. He was handling her with practiced ease, increasing her desire with soft, deft touches that made her wish he'd just stop spanking her and pull her panties down and have his way with her.

She got some of her wish when he pushed the gusset of the panties aside to look at her bare pussy. “My, my, that is wet,” he purred. “This is why spankings don't always work, isn't it Zora, because you get very wet indeed.”

“I was good this time,” she protested, trying not to gasp too audibly as he traced his finger over her delicate petals. She could remember what it was to have him hard and surging inside her, so the soft touch was an almost torturous reminder of other, better times.

“You were good,” he agreed. “Which is why you're getting this good girl spanking.” He set to work slowly peeling her panties off her bottom, leaving them at mid-thigh. She was now in her customary semi-naked state, her bare bottom and pussy fully accessible to him for whatever purpose he most desired. She made a soft mewl of satisfaction when he partially appeased her lust by slipping a finger inside her tight canal and stroking her affectionately.

There she was, panties down, bottom up, being fondled and caressed by the man who'd stolen her heart and mind. The time they'd spent apart seemed to fade away as she clung to him desperately wanting more. He slid his finger out of her sweet slit and began spanking her again with harder strokes that made her yelp and grind her erect little clit against his pants.

“Don't you cum now,” he warned her. “It will be the short cane if you do.”

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Not yet,” he replied. He wasn't done pleasuring her body. He wasn't done staking his claim and reminding her who she belonged to. She was not the only one laboring under arousal, his erection was quite evident against her side where it strained against his pants. As he slapped and fondled her bottom he seemed to reach a breaking point of arousal himself, a point at which all caution was thrown to the wind. “On your knees,” he ordered with a rough, primitive grunt. Zora trembled with greater arousal at the implication the order held as he helped her slide off his lap and onto her knees. She nuzzled in between his legs, protected by his thick thighs as he unzipped his pants and his solid cock sprang free. “Now show me what a good girl you are,” he prompted, twisting his hand in her hair as he pulled her closer. “Wrap those sweet lips around me.”

Sucking his cock made her feel instantly and genuinely more submissive, much more so than taking a spanking, much more so than all the dull obedience she'd been engaging in. His cock was large and thick and she obediently began suckling on it whilst he guided her head up and down, setting the pace for her sexual servicing.

“Yes Zora,” he groaned, arching his hips so as to feed her more of his cock. She used her mouth eagerly, and her tongue too, lapping at him with all the vigor of a Roman slave girl. In a way she was his slave, he determined what happened to her. At least, she hoped he still did. “Turn around and present your bottom to me,” he grunted, nearly hoarse from pleasure. She obeyed, quickly taking up position on her elbows and knees, grateful for the thick, quality carpet in the office. In that position, her bare bottom was raised skyward, the glistening lips of her pussy already parted for him. She thought maybe he was about to spank her again, but Savage had other plans in mind. She felt him place the hard head of his cock against her slit then, with a growl of possession, he drove deep into her, pushing her most secret and sensitive channels asunder. He fucked her there on the floor of his office, his hands holding her hips firmly so as to not let her get away.

It had been many weeks since they were joined and it showed in his impatience to have all of her at once, he fucked her with hard, deep strokes, consuming her pussy as if it were not hers but his to do with as he so desired. He was like a man possessed as he pounded into her, stretching her over and over. She was simply along for the ride, her desire and arousal coming second to his as he built quickly to a frantic climax. He slammed his hips against her bottom over and over again, the slapping sound of flesh on flesh filling the room. Quite suddenly he pulled out and a moment later  hot cum splashed all over her bottom and pussy. With a growl that almost sounded like a snarl, he used the head of his cock to push the semen that coated her cunt deep inside her. “Mine,” he growled, biting the back of her neck with a swift, possessive nip. “All mine.”

She swayed her hips, still caught in lust's needy embrace. He had reached his climax, but she had not and she thought she might go mad if she were not allowed to cum soon. She could feel her pulse in her clit as her now empty pussy clenched at thin air, desperately wanting something, needing something. Savage chuckled as she offered herself up like a cat in heat. “Oh you want more, do you?” He reached out and gave her a light slap across her pussy. “Do you think you can cum from a pussy spanking?”

The dirty words, rumbled in his masculine voice were almost enough to put Zora over the edge on her own. She grasped at the carpet desperately as he began slapping and fondling her pussy, rubbing it with soft, teasing strokes one moment, then bringing the flat of his fingers across her slit the next. “You are such a gorgeous little thing,” he purred, taking her hair in his free hand and making her arch her back for his ministrations. “I've missed this, I've missed you.” The sudden snapping of his wrist cut off Zora's attempt to reply as he punished her pussy lips with a relatively hard slap. “You've dreamed about this, haven't you, Zora,” he said, massaging her swollen lips. “How many nights did you wish I would come and fuck you?”

“All of them,” Zora admitted, her teeth clenched as her lust was turned against her, an instrument that made her admit the inadmissible. She wanted him. Oh god but she wanted him. Even when she thought she hated him, when he pulled her into that very office and spanked her harder than she thought she could bear being spanked she wanted him. With the rest of her life in ruins, he'd become the very center of her world and being separated from him and relegated from lover to misbehaved minion had been incredibly painful.

“All of them, you insatiable girl,” he chuckled, pressing three fingers inside her and stretching her open once more. “You have a hell of a sex drive, Matthews.”

She grunted, taking the finger fucking as he thrust his long digits inside her. She was coming closer to orgasm with every thrust. She squeezed her eyes closed, willing herself closer to cumming. The tugging on her hair, the incessant, almost rough thrusting between her legs, it was heaven and hell rolled up in one long, rolling wave of sensation that tossed her about but would not let her go.

When she finally reached her peak she did so with such a loud squeal of arousal that Savage was forced to clamp his hand over her mouth lest she raise alarm from any of the soldiers that might have been ambling up and down the hall outside. She shook and trembled in his arms, coming preciously close to losing consciousness as he held her close, chuckling softly with amusement at the power of her reaction. Panting with the exertion of her orgasm, Zora slowly came back to a full realization of her senses to find herself embraced in Savage's arms.

“You're going to get in trouble,” she whispered. He had not told her that they were not allowed to see one another, not in so many words, but Zora was bright enough to read between the lines and see what was going on. He might have had the authority to punish her if necessary, but she was pretty sure the powers that were would not be as happy with office sex.

He chuckled and squeezed her in his arms. “Maybe. But there's only so much a man can resist with a woman like you over his knee.”

“I better be careful about who spanks me then,” Zora giggled softly.

“Nobody better be laying a finger on you other than me,” he replied quite seriously. “They haven't, have they?”

“No,” she shook her head, allaying his fears. “They've just yelled at me and bullied me.”

“Good,” he nodded.

“Not really,” she argued reflexively.

“It's better than having half the base putting their hands on you, isn't it?” Savage turned her so she could get the full benefit of his quirked brow. “Or would you prefer to be the compound's whipping girl?”

Zora grinned and pretended to think. “Weelllll,” she said, laughing a little before growing serious once more. “You weren't supposed to do this, were you?”

“Who told you that?” Savage frowned.

“Nobody told me that.” She gave him a withering look for insulting her intelligence. “You've been acting erratically as hell and palming me off to anyone who will take me.”

“I have not...” he started to defend himself, then fell into silence. They'd hit the wall, the wall of lies that stood between them. There was something he could not tell her and there were an increasing number of things she would certainly not be telling him. As much as they might want each other, perhaps even love each other, they were operating on two very different sides of a dangerous coin. “I missed you,” he said, the words sounding suddenly hollow. “Can we not just enjoy this?”

“ Enjoy being fuck buddies?” Zora said cuttingly. “Sure. You know I love being your whore on demand.”

His eyes opened wide with surprise as they tumbled into the depths of another stupid argument. “It's not like that Zora, you know it isn't.”

Maybe she did know it wasn't like that. Maybe she could see the truth in his eyes when he looked at her. Maybe there was affection and longing there. But dammit, none of that was enough when she was being subjected to miserable treatment day in and day out. She shrugged as if she didn't believe him, the void that had been temporarily closed by their lovemaking opening up again in the pit of her stomach. “I don't know what to think anymore,” she said softly.

“You'll understand one day,” he said, resorting to patronizing excuses in a way that would have angered her under any circumstances.

“I'd understand now if you'd just damn well talk to me,” she said. “I know there's something going on, things have been weird ever since that creepy old guy assessed me. You've been weird.”

Savage sighed a deep sigh that spoke to a sorrow so profound she couldn't hope to understand it. “Zora, you have to trust me...”

She cut him off as she pulled away from him, hurriedly righting her clothing. “No Brett, I don't have to trust you. Trusting you has gotten me stuffed into cells, locked away underground and bitched at in ways I didn't think you could get bitched at. I've trusted you enough. It's time you damn well trusted me.”

It was a convincing argument, but she could see by the shuttered, almost blank look in his eyes that he was not buying it. Whatever secrets he held, he was holding onto them, and love or not, she was going to have to make her own way out of this mess he'd gotten her into.

Chapter Nineteen

In cool darkness Zora slumbered, clutching a thin blanket around her shoulders. Though her surroundings were spartan to say the least, a small beatific smile on her sleeping face showed her to be entirely at ease. She did not stir in the slightest until bright lights suddenly invaded the intimacy of shadows and a harsh metallic buzzing tone echoed around the small metal chamber demanding that consciousness be gained immediately.

As if a switch had been flicked, her eyes fluttered open to the harsh glare of bare fluorescent tubes. Welcoming the new day with more enthusiasm than anyone might have reasonably expected, she arched her back and stretched, reaching her arms skyward. The mattress beneath her was so thin she could feel the hard metal base of the bed beneath it, making it no great hardship to get up.

Outside, the compound was humming with activity. Boots stomped back and forth in the corridor with monotonous regularity. Everybody walked the same way here, stiffly and quickly like automatons. The place had come to remind her of a hive. It never slept, not really. There was always something going on somewhere, a mission going out, a prisoner being brought in. The people that inhabited the place were more like mindless drones than humans, they did as they were told, responding to buzzers and flashing lights in ways that would have made Pavlov proud. She’d long ago posited the theory that the entire place was an exercise in insanity, but she seemed to be the only person who noticed or cared. Most of the inhabitants were too consumed by their little roles to stop and look around and wonder why they were performing them in the first place.

Zora swept back the blankets and stood up purposefully, steeling herself for the task ahead. She’d been planning her escape for weeks, ever since it had become apparent that whatever had been between her and Savage was going by the wayside, sacrificed in favor of turning her into the perfect little worker bee. But escape was easier said than done. Actually, in the compound, escape was easier said than thought about. As hellish as the place was, every single person Zora had spoken to had been imbued with the unshakable belief that it was impossible to escape. If the subject were even approached, much less actually broached their faces would shut down, as if the part of their minds with any desire for freedom and autonomy had been cauterized. It had quickly become abundantly clear to Zora that any attempt to break free would have to be carried out entirely on her own.