FIC: Insatiable (24/?)

Creed looked down at Rogue where she was kneeling on all fours. She looked like a little forest nymph with the bits of leaves in her tousled hair, her bared flesh damp and rosy.  She'd acted like a nymph as well, dashing away to taunt him, making him believe she would leave.  Well ... you should never tease the beast.

 

Despite her getting into constant trouble - which he was fairly certain was intentional on her part, at least some of it - she'd actually come a long way since day one. It was probably only the tip of the ice berg, but whether she wanted to admit to it or not, Rogue was changing.

He brushed the sand off her body, then flattened a hand along her back. Letting it rest just above the swell of her ass for awhile, Creed contemplated the bruises he'd left on her hips. God, he loved the feel of her milky white, smooth skin just as much as he loved leaving his mark on her. 

But now wasn't the time for him to get lost in admiring his work, he had a fawn to teach.

Rogue felt him moving behind her and successfully kept from flinching when the hard length of him rubbed against her.  Then she felt him probing in a completely new and disturbing area and couldn't stop from gasping.

He couldn't want that!  That was just ... wrong!

When Creed shifted down a bit, sliding inside her the way he had so many times before, she wanted to sigh with relief.  Then she heard his snide laughter.  The man could be such a bastard. 

He knew exactly what he'd done and freaking her out brought him so much glee.  Rogue ground her teeth to stop a retort.  Being a smart ass at this point would get her no where.

"You okay, little one?  You seem a bit ... nervous," he said, amused.

"I'm fine." 

He remained silent as he slid in and out of her.  He'd already taken her so far that regardless of her tension, Rogue felt her climax coming fast.  She didn't want to give him that satisfaction as she tried to fight the onslaught of sensation.  He only pumped into her harder, pushing her towards the inevitable.  Fighting it did her no good, only making the peak hit her more abruptly, like an explosion in her body as she cried out from it.

Creed followed shortly, leaning over so they rolled to the ground, replete.

They were silent for a long while before she felt him stretch out behind her.

"It's pointless to fight it, you know?" he said, readjusting his pants.  He leaned back, warming himself in the midday sun, looking like a lion after a full meal. 

Rogue remained quiet.

"Oh come on now, don't pout.  It doesn't suit you."

"I'm not pouting," she insisted.  "I'm just ... relaxing."

"Doubtful.  You're thinking. Whenever you get that quiet, you're thinking - and it rarely turns out well for you."

She rolled over to look at him.

"I really wasn't going anywhere, y'know," she reiterated, "and ... well you didn't have to act like you were going to ... to do ... that."

Creed looked at her as if she had horns growing out of her skull.  "But I wanted to act like I was going to do that," he imitated her inflection.  "It's not about me 'having' to do anything."

Rogue lay back with a sigh.  "I know, but ..."

"And how would you know you wouldn't like it?  Are you so experienced as to make that call?" he asked.

"No, but ... that's just - weird."

Creed gave her another odd look and shook his head, "Sometimes I forget how much you have to learn." 

She wanted to change the subject.  Fast. "  Well, I didn't mean for you to think I was bolting. I'm not going to run away, y'know?"

"I know," he agreed smoothly and rose to his knees.

"But if you knew, then-"

"Rogue," he silenced her, "I still owe you for that display the other night as well as you using that clever little brain for more than thinking up ways to please me.  You know yourself that you've have been testing my limits every chance you get.  Now what kind of man would I be if I let you think you can get one over on me?  Huh?  And I will do what I want, when I want and whether or not it has anything to do with punishment or pleasure - well if I want you to know, I'll tell you.  It could be a lot worse for you.  A lot worse.  Now, didn't you say something about swimming?"

She stared at him for a moment, taking in what he'd just said.

"Yes," she finally agreed.  It was true.  Things could be a lot worse for her - and at least now she knew he couldn't read her mind.  He definitely had some way of knowing too much about her, but at least he couldn't wheedle into every thought.  A girl needed some privacy. 

Creed had her scooped up in his arms before she realized it and walked leisurely towards the lake.

"A dip would be nice," he announced as the water reached his knees.

Rogue smiled.  See, she thought, she knew he'd like the idea of a swim.  She really was using her clever brain to think of things that would please him, even if the big bad ass never would believe her.

"You really think I'm clever?" she asked.

"Yes.  Too clever sometimes, but you do some amazingly stupid and infuriating things as well."

"Uh, thanks," she said, turning her head.

"You're welcome," he grinned and before she could even wonder at the mischievous glint in his eyes, Creed dropped her.  With a plunk, Rogue went under completely, drenched in chilly lake water.

She came up sputtering, and seeing him look so boastful, she splashed him.  

"I'm not the only one that can be infuriating," she told him as she pushed wet strands of hair out of her face. 

"I know.  Poor, poor Rogue," he teased.

She was determined to be on her best behavior, so she wouldn't take the bait.  "Water is cold," she tried, "but it's nice."

"Mmmm hmmm," he said, moving towards her, "you needed to cool off a bit anyway."

Rogue knew there was no sense in disagreeing.

"I want you to know that you have come a long way, but - you've got a lot to learn.  Good thing I'm such a patient teacher."  He gave her a crooked grin that made her smile in return.

They floated around the water a bit before Creed decided it was time to get out.

"We're heading back," he announced as he grabbed her waist.

Before Rogue had a chance to protest, he tossed her over his shoulder and headed towards dry land.

She waited for him to stop for his shirt and all of her clothes, but he kept walking.

"My clothes," she said, reaching her hands out in a futile attempt at recovery.

"No," was all he said.

"But, but -" she began but was stopped by a stinging slap against her bare ass.

Rogue yelped at the pain.  He had struck her hard.

"That hurt," she said softly.

"Good," Creed agreed.  "I say leave the clothes, then you don't need to argue.  If I wanted you to have the clothes, I would've stopped to get them.  You are the hard headedest thing I've ever met."

He was still irritated, she thought, and that never went well for her.

Creed shook his head.  His fawn probably reasoned that she'd received her punishment. He disagreed.  The lesson had only begun.  He liked that Rogue was high spirited.  The last thing he wanted was a boring female that presented no challenge.  However, she needed to be tamed a bit.  Parts of her basic nature could get her into trouble one day and although he thoroughly enjoyed 'teaching' her as much as he knew she enjoyed learning - she needed to learn some discipline, particularly with her insistent curiosity.

She could use some humility as well.  Perhaps she'd been far more humble when she first came here, but Creed didn't think so.  Not really.  Not deep inside.  Rogue could fake it with the best of them; fake the timidity and platitudes, but in reality she was full of spitfire.  That same passion drove her sexually too, so he didn't want to change it too much, but in daily life - the teen aged girl needed a bit of restraint.

After a couple of minutes, well into the forest, he put her down. Confusion showed on Rogue's face. When it was plain that Creed waited for her to start walking, she wrinkled her brow in annoyance. Did he actually expect her to walk back home like this? But she was naked!  A frustrated grumbling rolled in her throat.

"Do you have a problem?" Creed asked, daring her to take issue. He turned her away from him and ushered her forward. "I don't have all day, so start walking."

Rogue cocked her head at him. "Can I at least get my shoes?"

"You don't need them to walk back home. Now, quit stalling." He followed with another swat to her bare bottom.

She refused to make a noise. He wasn't going to get the satisfaction. At least he hadn't hit her as hard as the first time. Still, she could feel his eyes travelling her body. Dirty old man, she thought. He was probably grinning behind her back.  Rouge began picking her way through the woods, trying to avoid pine cones and other rough objects.  She wasn't very successful.

"Ouch!" she hissed.

"Watch your step there soft foot," Creed said from behind her.

They continued on through the woods, with Rogue stealing glances back over her shoulder every few seconds.  It was disconcerting enough, traipsing through the woods completely naked.  She did not want him walking behind her.  She could just envision the leering and knew at any second he'd make some kind of remark.  This must be her punishment, she thought.  It was certainly humiliating enough.  She looked back at him again.

"Turn around Rogue," he snapped, "you need to watch where you're going."

"But you're staring at me," she said, sounding more than a bit snippish. 

"You are mine to stare at little girl and you have a real issue with back talk."

He caught up with her then, flinging her back over his shoulder.  At first she was relieved that she'd no longer be walking.  Then he set her down once they'd reached the clearing of grass that led back up to the house.

"You're going to learn to hold your tongue or this can go on for weeks.  Now ... get down on all fours."

She thought better about asking why and lowered herself on her hands and knees.

"Okay, now you may continue on to the house."

Rogue looked up at him in utter shock.

"Crawl?!" she asked.

"Smart girl.  Yes, crawl.  Since you couldn't accept the walking, then perhaps crawling will shut you up."

Everything inside her wanted to scream and rage and curse the man.  Crawl?!  Like some kind of dog? How dare he?  Just who the fuck did he think he was?!  He was her owner, her inner voice replied, and he could tell her do exactly what he wanted.  He hadn't been this cruel in a long time though.  Had she really messed up so bad?  If he would just talk to her, tell her something, then she wouldn't have to play games to get answers or freak out on him when she had no idea what happened.  It wasn't her fault.

"Move!" he demanded and Rogue shuffled forward on her hands and knees.

He really could get to her she thought as she made her way to the house.  And not just by shouting at her or ordering her about.  In reality the distance to the house wasn't that far, but it was the principal of it - and his manner towards her.  What was really troubling was how upset he must be with her.  It wasn't his taunting upset, but really and truly angry with her.  The kind of mad that might make him boot her out.  She'd rather be punished than banished, but this ... this was too much.

She heard him make a noise behind her, somewhere between a snicker and a leering growl.  After all that she'd experienced, she knew what he saw from where he stood.  He didn't have to treat her this way!  Was he trying to humiliate her?  Sure he always teased her and acted arrogant, but it wasn't supposed to be like this.  He wasn't supposed to be so mean to her, he was suppose to lo- 

What?! Love her?  Rogue hated herself for where her mind went.  She expected him to love her?  No.  Of course not.  Why would she think that?  That wasn't what this was about.  It had never been about that, so why did it hurt so badly now.

She wasn't going to cry.  If he wanted servitude, then by God she'd crawl right into the house and he could rot in hell for all she cared.  But when she made it to the patio, he told her to get up and walk into the den.

When he closed the door behind her, something inside her snapped, no matter how strong she tried to hold it in.  She would try her best not to talk back anymore.  It wouldn't matter that they had no relationship other than that of property and owner and yet he still managed to hurt her inside.  Quickly she wiped away the few tears that fallen from her eyes.

Creed heard her sniffle as he went to the kitchen.  No matter how quiet she tried to be, he could still hear it.

Rogue stood there in the den, still completely unclothed and now with red knees from her trip back to the house.  His fawn wasn't nearly as tough as she thought she was.  She was tough alright, but she had a weakness.  Creed wasn't exactly sure what the cause of weakness was, but something had gotten through to her.  

"Come here," he told her, settling on the couch with a bottle of water.

She didn't argue, but moved towards him and settled on his lap where he indicated.

"You'll live," he said as he gave her the water.

Rogue nodded.

Creed sighed. "You're impetuous and it can get you into trouble one day.  You think I'm arrogant, but you've got plenty of your own.  I want you to learn to think, have a bit of humility, and I don't want you talking back to everything I say."

She nodded again in understanding.  Rogue knew she wasn't perfect and perhaps she should work on these things, but she certainly didn't want to be made to crawl around or do anything demeaning again.

"I'm sorry," she said and meant it.  "I hated doing that. I will be better."

"I know you'll try," he said and wiped up her knees.  "I know you didn't plan anything malicious today too."

Rogue felt a weight lighten.

"But you will remain this way," he indicated her state of undress, "for the rest of the night."

She was confused and disappointed.  He'd said he knew she wasn't trying to run and she'd apologized.  Although she didn't say anything in response, her thoughts showed on her face.

"This part isn't punishment, baby girl," he finally smiled at her, "this is because I like seeing you this way. This is to humor a dirty old man."

He took the water from her hands and after her knees were cleaned, he pulled her against him as they reclined.  A long moment of silence passed with him stroking her back and somehow mending her injured feelings.

"Sometimes you make it really hard for me to hate you."

Creed couldn't help but admire the girl's guts.

"I didn't mean that disrespectfully," she was quick to add.

"I know.  And of course it's hard to hate me, baby - there's just so much of me to love."

Rogue rolled her eyes as he smiled at his own joke, but there was that word again.  Did he even notice that he'd used it?  She knew he only meant it in a general term, as more of a punch line than anything - so why did it cause such an uncomfortable silence?