The Taming of a Vixen

by Wendy Stone

  “Oh, you are conceited,” she said, chuckling as his words broke the dark and serious tone of their conversation. “To think that I dream only of you, Jamie, you must be one of those lofty lords to have an ego that big.”

  “Yes, and it is for you to play on that ego, to ply me with compliments and pour my wine, sit at my feet and feed me succulent treats. Perhaps be my plate and let me feast upon the fineness of your skin.” Jason smiled wider as he felt her chuckle more.

  “I don’t think you need your ego fed, Jamie. I think it is big enough for two people.” She escaped from his arms, grabbing his hand and pulling him over to the bed. With a small shove, she sent him sprawling, turning and grabbing a hold of the heel of his boot, tugging at it.

  Jason’s tongue almost dropped from his mouth at the delicious view she’d given him, bent over his leg, her bare bottom turned to his eyes. He remembered what the young man had done to Abigail earlier this evening and wondered what Alyssa’s bottom would look like, sprawled across his lap, his hand print red upon the white.

  She turned and glanced back at him, smiling when she saw where his eyes were gazing. He lifted his foot, putting the toe of it against that pretty white flesh and pushing. The boot came off in her hand and she set it down, coming back to take the next one.

  His foot rose, clad only in a thin stocking. It slid over the smooth globe of flesh, sliding between her thighs to stroke her swollen lips, his toes brushing through the silken curls covering her mound.

  Wiggling his toes a little, he slipped between her thick pussy lips, finding her wet and hot, his stocking saturated within moments. He heard her gasp, saw the faint jiggle of her flesh as she shivered at the sensations he wrought. Her moans and whimpers made him smile, though grimly; for the feel of her was quickly pushing him past the point of toying with her.

  Reaching out, he slapped her bare cheek, hearing her outraged gasp. “Take off the boot and then come here,” he ordered, smiling when she turned a heated gaze at him.

  She removed his boot, turning toward him and letting it drop out of her hand to thud loudly on the floor. Then she stood there, staring at him with a small smile on her face.

  “Come to me, Alyssa,” he said, holding out his hand for her.

  Her expression turned stubborn and she shook her head. “You come to me.”

  He smiled, reaching down and pulling off both stockings to drop them on the floor. Then he leaned back, putting his hands behind his head and reclined upon the bed.

  Alyssa stared at the picture he made stretched out against her sheets, his big body lax and comfortable, naked from the waist up. His chest was hard and wide, his shoulders thick and well-muscled. He looked like a huge male feline, relaxed but with eyes alert, staring at her in sensuous humor.

  “If you’re just going to stand there, Alyssa, could you turn for me? I’m enjoying the view.”

  A blush suffused her cheeks. Her hands and arms twitched as if she fought to keep from covering her nakedness. She finally moved, walking slowly toward the bed, sitting next to him. “I’m only coming over here because I’m cold,” she said, her stubborn little chin in the air.

  “I’ll let you believe that if you think it will make you feel better,” he said, laughing as she threw herself at him. He rolled with her, pushing her beneath him, pinning her slapping hands above her head. Her body was covered by his, her breasts flattened by his chest. She turned her head when he tried to kiss her, his lips finding the curve of her throat, slipping up to the stubborn set of her jaw.

  Alyssa shivered under his touch, her body softening under the gentle persuasion. His mouth was hot, his tongue laving wet trails over her flesh. He pressed against her, his leg thrown over hers, holding her under him. With his other hand, he tipped her face up, their lips touching, hers clinging to the warm strength of his.

  Her lips parted, her tongue shyly seeking the warmth of his mouth. He let her explore, let her take control of the kiss, setting the mood that she wanted with her softness.

  “Let me go,” she whispered against his mouth.

  “I don’t think I want to,” he whispered back, his tongue chasing hers.

  “Just my hands,” Alyssa said, twisting her wrists.

  “Are you going to behave?” Jason asked, his dark brown eyebrows lifting.

  “Probably not,” she admitted.

  “Good,” Jason chuckled, releasing her hands and feeling her fingers weave into the soft silk of his hair below the black material of his mask. As he kissed her again, she kneaded his scalp until he was rubbing his head against her hands, like a dog begging to be petted. Her fingers moved to his neck, finding muscles tight with stress. She massaged them, listening as he groaned and sighed, bending his head to give her better access.

  “If you wish me to make love to you, you had better stop, Alyssa. What you are doing feels so absolutely wonderful, you could put me to sleep.” He burst out laughing when her fingers stopped their kneading, instead moving down his back as she opened her thighs.

  She stopped his laughter in the age old way, her lips melding against his with a heat that fused them together. His heart stuttered at her passion. His blood pulsed thickly through his veins, flooding his loins and making him incredibly hard. His cock pushed at the thin material of his breeches, making him ache with the desperate need she inspired in him.

  His groan felt like pure passion, flowing over her and making every nerve ending prickle with sensation. His hands roamed, never landing long upon one area, finding every tiny part of her with devious fingers meant to drive her up passion’s peak. He slid his hand up her arm, twining his fingers with hers, slowly kneading her slender hand with gentle touches. And then back down, bare fingertips brushing with an almost tickling touch against the under side of her arm, stroking across the rapidly beating thrum of her pulse.

  She writhed under him, her hips against that long, thick bulge in the front of his breeches, rubbing her wetness against the fine material. Her hand stroked over his stomach, slipping under the waistband of his breeches, tickling the soft skin below his navel, trailing over the fine hairs that arrowed down to the thick growth at his loins. She delved deeper, laughing when he gasped as the tips of her fingers brushed against the soft spongy head of his cock.

  “Vixen,” he accused, his voice rough with desire. “Are you trying to make me spill my seed before you get the benefit of my cock?”

  “I want you,” she whispered, remembering him saying those same intense words to her, that night in the barn. “I need you,” she moaned, pulling on the front of his breeches, accidentally tearing off a button in her hurry to strip him from his clothes.

  She pushed him back, going after the rest of the buttons with a gusto that made him laugh even as he gasped with the pleasure of her fingers touching him. He helped her pull them down his long legs, baring his body for the first time to her curious eyes.

  Her eyes were wide as she stared at him, her hand shaking as it slowly reached out, touching his long, thick cock as it stood proudly from his powerful form. He groaned as he felt her soft, searching touch, amazed at how she knelt over him, her eyes on the unruly flesh she held in her tender grip.

  “The night we met, the highwayman wanted me to do something to him, to his…” she nodded her head towards her hand.

  “Cock,” Jason said, supplying the word for her.

  “C…cock,” she repeated, sliding her small palm up the length of him. “He wanted me to put it in my mouth. D…do you want me to do that?”

  Jason’s eyes closed, his head tipping back as her words, combined with the grip of her hand, sent a shaft of pleasure through him. “Would you like to do that?” he groaned, his hand reaching out to touch her.

  Alyssa stayed just out of his reach, smiling. “Does it feel good?”

  “It would to me, little one.” He sat up a little, watching her, her hand still idly stroking his hard cock.

  She shifted, leaning closer to him, breathing in his scent. He smelled clean,
musky with a hint of the scent of horses, a scent she knew well. Her tongue peeked from between her pretty lips, taking a tentative taste around the tip of his cock. She tipped her head to the side, almost as if she were trying to decide what she thought of the taste.

  Jason decided she must have enjoyed it, for she returned, licking her lips and leaving a sheen of moisture on them before kissing the end of him. It was madness to watch her, the slow kisses she gave, the tentative stroking of her tongue, the little moans from her as she pleasured him with her mouth.

  “Suck on it,” he whispered as she took him into her mouth. He groaned as she did, reaching down to pull her hair away from her face, letting his hand weave through her hair to guide her movements. He could see her saliva coating his cock as she bobbed her head, the suction of her mouth causing her cheeks to hollow.

  She took him deeper and he felt her gag as he touched the back of her throat. She pulled back, licking her lips and panting as she stared up at him. “Am I doing this correctly?” she whispered, not waiting for his answer before sucking him back in, using her tongue to sweep around his cock, creating such wonderful heat and friction.

  “Oh, God, little one, if you did it any better, I’d be dead,” he moaned, his hips jerking as he fought the urge to thrust into her mouth. “You’ve got to stop,” he groaned, reaching down and yanking her off his cock, hearing it almost pop from his mouth. “Come here,” he ordered, his voice a rough growl that sent little frissons of heat into her belly.

  His mouth found hers, ravaging it, kissing her with all the passion she roused in him. His hand went to her breast, his fingers finding her hard nipple, twisting and rolling it between his fingers, feeling her arch into his hand. He pushed her back, not letting loose of her lips, setting the flat of his palm against her stomach and caressing down until he could feel the soft hair of her mound against his skin.

  “Part your thighs,” he ordered, his hand moving as soon as she complied. Her cunt was hot, wet and welcoming, weeping passion’s moisture over his fingers as he parted her swollen pussy lips and pushed two of his large fingers inside.

  “Jamie,” she moaned. “Ah, your fingers…”

  “What of them?” he asked, pushing a little deeper and flexing them gently.

  Instead of answering, she found his lips, kissing him deeply. Little whimpers escaped her mouth as he continued to stroke his fingers inside of her, rubbing against the velvety softness of her sheath. Her hips moved, her body shook and she groaned when he found the taut tip of her clit with his thumb.

  Tearing her mouth from his, she threw her head back, her body straining. Her eyes clenched closed as the first obscenely huge flood of pleasure rocked through her system. Her hands were like claws against his back, digging into the muscle as she hung onto him, the only source of stability in a world gone bright white with ecstasy.

  He slowed his movements, knowing she would be sensitive. He stroked gently inside her, his thumb barely touching her clit while he waited for her to open her eyes. When she did, she was treated to the smug face of a man who knew he’d pleasured his woman to the fullest. Alyssa didn’t mind the smugness, for he had. Her body still shook with the indescribable bliss.

  He rolled, pulling her over him, impaling her on his needy cock. Sliding into her was like slipping into hot, wet sin and he knew he wouldn’t last long. He wanted her too badly. “Move over me,” he whispered. “Ride me as you would your horse.”

  The friction around his cock was exquisite; her motions as she pumped up and down on him were sublime. His hands dug into her hips, grinding her against him, hearing her gasp and whimper at the sudden rush of pleasure. He spoke to her, telling her how she felt, how she looked to him. He spoke words she scarce knew the meanings of and wouldn’t dare ask, leaving her blushing even as it spurred her on.

  “Kiss me,” he ordered her, pulling her forward, lifting his head to reach her soft lips. He held her hips still as he kissed her, driving himself up and into her with lightning rapid thrusts. Her whimpers were caught in his mouth, mixing with his own groans and grunts as that knife-blade sharp edge came rushing to them both.

  “Come for me,” he groaned, thrusting harder, mashing her clit against his pubic bone with sublime torment. “Come for me, little one,” he panted, holding back his own orgasm by the skin of his teeth.

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  Alyssa felt it, gentle at first, a pressure that grew until she could barely breathe, her entire being concentrated upon the coil that twined tighter and deeper into her. Every thrust took her closer, her head spinning with the power of it all, the intricacy of the feelings he imbued. And then it burst, shooting through her, bright lights of heated pleasure that sent her shivering and moaning over the peak and into the black warmth beyond.

  Jason felt the first contraction of her muscles around him and let go of the grip he had on his sanity. He could feel his thighs shaking, his toes curling, and the pulsing of his seed ready to erupt into the tight, hot sheath that surrounded him so wonderfully. He shot spurt after spurt of creamy, hot seed into her womb, coming harder than he had ever come before.

  When it was over, when the spell of desire lifted, leaving him lax and spent, he felt her collapse upon his chest, her hair covering his face. His hands rose, cupping over her perfect, smooth bottom, sliding slowly up her back. He contented himself with stroking her, feeling her arch into his hands like a happy feline, a purr of pleasure rumbling in her throat.

  “Don’t fall asleep,” he teased her, giving one lock of long hair a gentle tug. “Just think of the scandal if someone were to find us together like this.”

  “I don’t think I can move,” she sighed, nuzzling her face in his neck. “Damn the scandal mongers. Let’s just pretend they don’t exist.”

  “Ah, if we could only,” he moaned as her tongue lapped at his skin, tasting the salt of his sweat. “But that isn’t the way of the nobles, little one, as you well know. The scandal at being found abed with me this way would ruin you.”

  Alyssa lifted her head, pushing her hair out of her face with a quick distracted gesture. “Does that mean you wouldn’t offer to save my good name?”

  Jason heard the battle tone in her voice and winced. “I don’t wish to marry quite yet, Alyssa.”

  “But you would be willing to continue this dalliance, as long as no strings are required?” Her eyes narrowed and she started to rise, pulling herself off of his semi hard cock.

  “Whoa, wait one moment. It won’t be an issue, my dear. Not if we are careful.” He groaned as she turned her face toward him, seeing the mutinous scowl upon her divine features. “Why would you wish to ruin this by thinking of such things as marriage? All marriage does is shackle one to another, mostly to people you either don’t know or don’t care to know when you do finally meet.”

  “Thank you,” she said quietly, reaching down for his shirt and pulling it over her nakedness. “Now I know where you stand in this.” She scooted away from him, reaching for the robe that lay upon the foot of the huge bed and slipping it on as well. “I think you should go now, before you are discovered and have to leave me to face my scandalous demise in society.

  “Alyssa…” he began helplessly, unsure what to say to her. “I’m sorry. I want to be with you, but marriage?”

  “Fine, I understand,” she said quietly, though inside she was shaking, either with rage or hurt, she wasn’t sure which as of yet. She would analyze her feelings later, when he wasn’t sitting there, naked in her bed, looking so incredibly handsome. “Now please, just get dressed and go.”

  Alyssa turned, deliberately not watching as he did as she asked. She heard the light sound of his booted tread as he came close to her, felt the heat of his hand as he almost touched her with it and closed her eyes. She couldn’t bear it if he were nice to her now. It would break her. “Just go, Jamie,” she whispered, defeated. “Please, just go.”

  Jason turned, his heart heavy, feeling as if he’d gained two score years in the past few minutes. H
e went out the balcony door, turning to look back at her once. She hadn’t moved, still standing with her back to the door, her spine ramrod straight.

  And then he was gone into the night air.

  Alyssa heard the soft click of the door knob and waited, listening for the call of the guards. When she didn’t hear anything, she turned. The bedchamber seemed so huge now that he was gone. It was almost as if he hadn’t been there, except the mussed covers of her bed and the sticky feel of his seed as it trailed down her thighs.

  It was better this way. She tried to console herself as she stumbled back to the bed to curl up to her pillow, holding it against her tightly. It was better that it ended now, before she fell in love with him. But then why did it hurt so badly?

  The first tear rolled down her cheek as a lone man with a heavy heart sat upon his horse, staring at her window.

  Chapter Eight

  The ride to the duke’s country estate took all of one day and most of another with stops along the way for food and rest from the interior of the stuffy coach. Alyssa rode part of the day, Vixen’s Boy prancing along daintily, his huge head up and snuffling in the wind. His eyes and ears were alert as she spoke quietly to him.

  He was beautiful, as was his mistress atop of him. Beautiful and spirited, kindred souls that longed to be loosed, to be free of the strictures life put upon them. But freedom was denied both; one by the dictates of society, the other by his love for his mistress.

  It was the kind of day that would normally have Alyssa in the best of moods; the sun shining, and the sky clear and blue with just a wisp of breeze to lift the leaves of the trees they passed under. Nature was showing her true colors, blooming in the wild flowers that lined the rutted roadway, showing in the butterflies and the birds that flitted through the leaves and played among the flowers.

  She should have been happy. But all she could think about was Jamie.