“Have you taken a mate before?” The question was asked as his fingertips made swirling motions around the entrance of her body.
“No,” she said softly. She was struggling with the impulse to mate with this man. He was strong and he was in control and as much as her rational mind hated what he'd done, her animal instinct was running completely contrary. She grasped at his arm, wanting him deeper, wanting him to push inside her.
“Then I am the first to do this.” He let his fingertip drift inside her, pressing her sensitive inner lips aside as he penetrated her body. The digit slid in an inch, and swirled more. “No hymen,” he murmured. “Is that because you've been playing with yourself? Or because no hymen can stand up to the lifestyle of an active wildling for long?”
Sarah shrugged. She had never penetrated herself, she had only rubbed the bud which sat north of her opening. The tingling peaks resulting from a good strumming there had contented her for many years, but with William's finger tenderly swirling inside her lips, she realized she may have been depriving herself of a much more satisfying kind of pleasure.
“There is so much to teach you,” William said, brushing his thumb against her clit.
Sarah soon realized that arousal dulled her capacity for rebellion, made her soft, perhaps even pliant in his hands. It was dangerous.
Pushing his hand away took all of her willpower, but she did it. He did not offer any resistance, he even smiled as he slid his hand out from between her thighs. William was maddeningly calm and his patience seemed endless. No matter what she did, he took it in stride. Probably because he did not think of her as anything resembling an equal. No doubt being angry at her would like being angry at one of the many pieces of furniture in his home.
Baring her teeth, she snarled.
He chuckled and ran the cloth down her back, right to her bottom, where he wasted no time soaping and cleaning between her cheeks. Her resulting protest was ignored.
“You know what happens if you bite,” he said, casually rubbing the cloth across her bottom hole. “I warn you too, a spanking hurts a lot worse on a wet behind.”
“Your punishments mean nothing to me,” Sarah replied, squirming as the soft, soapy cloth made gentle circles at her tight bottom hole. The sensation produced was quite unexpected, an arousal that came from being stimulated in a very different way.
“Mhm.” William drew his hand away, leaving her bereft of the stimulation. He let the cloth drift through the water and moved away. “I think you're clean enough now,” he said, picking up a great, soft length of fabric. “Get out and dry yourself off.”
“I don't want to get out.”
“So contrary,” he chuckled, setting the towel down near the bath. “Get out when you're ready, then.”
He left her soaking in the pool called bath, giving her the first privacy she'd had since her capture. Her immediate impulse was to try to climb out the small, frosted window, but she knew very well that there were many layers of danger beyond that point. She was also intrigued by her surroundings. She had left civilization so long ago that she'd forgotten what most things were. The toilet was for making water and passing motions, she could remember that much because it was the one thing her mother had often lamented not having out in the wilds. There was comfort to be had in the city, comfort and convenience, but it came at a price. Freedom.
Swishing her fingers through the water, Sarah watched the ripples of light reflecting off the pristine white bottom of the bath. There wasn't anything the city dwellers didn't harness for their own ends, not heat or water or light. They were masters of the world, but they were cut off from it. She did not know if she could tolerate such an alien existence.
As the water grew cold, Sarah decided to get out. She left the bathroom and began wandering through the house, liking the way the soft floor coverings absorbed the water still running off her naked body.
“Hey!” William exclaimed as she came upon him. “What about drying yourself off?”
“I'll dry soon,” she said, ignoring him.
“No, you'll get your naked bottom back to the bathroom and dry off there before you soak the carpet.”
“Soak the what?”
He looped an arm around her wet waist and picked her up, swatting her backside as he carried her back to the bathroom. He had been right. Spankings did sting more on a wet bottom.
“You have to dry off with a towel when you're wet,” he explained, tossing the length of fabric about her shoulders, then working it over her entire body bit by bit, absorbing each and every last droplet of water as he went. He even went so far as to dab the green curls over her mound.