The Taming of Lady Honoria

by Jodi Henley

  The Taming of Lady Honoria

  by

  Jodi Henley

  Copyright 2012 Jodi Henley

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, places and characters are products of the author's imagination and not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Chapter One

  Lady Honoria Cavanaugh drummed her heels on the lavish Italianate marble floor, her magnificent legs naked for all to see. The sweeping muslin skirts of her snowy white gown were torn, stained with crumbs and smeared with gobs of clotted cream. On a nearby sideboard, an overturned ewer of Devonshire's finest shook in time to Honoria's piercing screams.

  "I hate this dress! It's ugly and I refuse to wear it. I look like an ape-leader—I shall die," she said, rolling to her feet, hand to her ivory brow, "die, of embarrassment." Tatters of fine muslin fell underfoot and were trampled by her dainty jonquil boots.

  Her mother lifted a tiny silver bell. "You're disturbing my kippers, dear."

  The doors to the east breakfast room flew open and a man easily the size of a small mountain stood heaving in the doorway. Wild black curls sprang from his scalp, giving him a quizzical air.

  "M'lady?" he panted. "I came running."

  "Yes you did, dear boy—attend to Lady Honoria and find her a new gown? It appears she's torn her…everything." Lady Charlotte Sophia Cavanaugh snapped her paper out, picked up her fork and turned her attention back to the platter of smoked kippers and tomatoes. Her fork stabbed out.

  "Mother!"

  Lady Charlotte sliced her tomato into plump tidbits with the side of her fork. "Honoria, don't be unpleasant."

  "I do not want a new gown." Honoria stomped her lovely foot. "I want the blue gown Emily Stanhope-Thornton wore to the assembly last night. It's the latest kick and I want it!"

  The paper snapped again, and Lady Charlotte appeared over the top. Magnified by a pair of wire-rimmed spectacles, her large hazel eyes regarded Honoria gravely. "Robbie, love? Take Lady Honoria back to her chambers. Talk to me later, dear."

  Honoria shoved past Robbie and ran out into the hall, hands over her lovely face. Tears poured between her fingers like torrents of summer rain. "You are so mean to me! How can I have such an unfeeling parent?" She stopped at the bottom of the stairs to the upper level and threw her hand out, one fist clenched to her unfortunately minimal bosom. "Do not think to follow me, Robbie!"

  Robbie stopped at the tip of her outstretched finger and shook his enormous head. He wasn't horrible to look at if one liked a certain coarseness of feature, and Honoria had every reason to believe his god-like musculature was real, but there was a limit to what she was willing to put up with from the servants. She ran up the staircase and clung to the newel post on the landing, shoulders shaking under the onslaught of her tempestuous emotions.

  "Despite what I told you when I was but a girl, you are no friend, Robbie Macgregor! A real friend—doesn't, doesn't…b-badger one so!" There! She'd said it, repudiating what little remained of their childhood.

  Her enormous chamber was at the farthest reach of the left wing, as far from the rest of the family as possible. As her mother said, Honoria was loud and inclined to shriek.

  She stomped into the room with her chest heaving. The gilded pier glass she'd strategically placed across from the door showed the futility of it all. She had a perfect heart-shaped face and melting brown eyes, but they were useless without bosom. Her beauty didn't make up for the horrible cheated feeling. No matter what she did, her chest didn't heave in an interesting way and her boots pinched.

  The buttery jonquil leather had been shaped to her measurements, but the soles were obviously meant for a child. The narrow little slots were much too small.

  Honoria limped to the chaise lounge beside the fireplace and sat, moving her foot first one way then another. Surely it wasn't swollen? How horrible to think her delicate flesh would be subjected to the indignity of tight shoes.

  Robbie loomed in the doorway, watching her. "Can I do something for you, m'lady?"

  "Don't just stand there," she snapped. "Fetch my maidservant."

  Robbie crossed the room to kneel at her feet. The width of his shoulders beneath his damp linen shirt distracted her from her pain. He'd obviously come from the rose garden where he'd been helping her mother with the roses. A smear of dirt burnished his bronzed throat.

  He pulled at the tiny boot.

  Honoria shrieked, "Don't take my foot off with the boot!"

  Robbie sat back on his haunches. Every inch of his god-like physique seemed to ripple as he brushed a lock of curling black hair out of his eyes. "Your leg keeps moving."

  Her foot throbbed, even more so now that the boot refused to come off. She pushed at it, but it just made everything hurt worse. "Do something!" she told him.

  Robbie reached up, grasped her thigh through the filmy white skirts and held her in place.

  "How dare you!" she gasped, shoving at his hand.

  He pushed down against her flesh. "Be still." The boot popped off and fell on the floor.

  Honoria sobbed in relief.

  Silence rippled out from where Robbie knelt, still holding her thigh. "M'lady," he whispered. "Your leg is so soft."

  Honoria looked down into Robbie's eyes. She hadn't actually looked at him in years. She'd only noticed the way the curls sprang from his scalp and his monumental size. Why hadn't she looked at his face? High cheekbones, chiseled jaw, even the line of his brows were handsome in an intensely masculine way. He simply reeked of maleness and he was looking at her in that way, despite her unfortunate bosom.

  "You may release me," she said, pulling her hand from his.

  He didn't move, and the feel of his enormous hand on her thigh roused feelings Honoria had never thought to experience. As if she were bound in some magical spell that only he could break, Honoria watched as his hand slid over her thigh to the place between her legs she did her utmost to ignore.

  His tongue swept out to moisten his lips and he stuck out one finger—just one, to brush at the material over her nether regions. "I've rutted on women in the kitchen, but you're softer." Another finger came up to join its brethren and his hand abruptly burrowed beneath her gown.

  "No!" cried Honoria.

  "I will not hurt you, m'lady." His explorations gave lie to his earnest expression as his massive digit found entry.

  Honoria jerked upright, shocked at the feel of his finger wiggling about in her. "What are you doing? Get it out!"

  He twisted his finger slowly, and withdrew it only to slide back into place. This time his knuckles slapped her naked flesh.

  Honoria jumped. "Oh!"

  His laugh huffed out. "Liked that, did you?"

  She whimpered. The sensations he evoked weren't unpleasant but they were certainly strong as her over-stimulated nerves struggled to keep up with her body. "Do it again!"

  A second finger joined the first.

  Her head fell back and her legs parted as her entire body went limp. "Oh my God."

  Robbie used one hand to hold her that way whi
le he pulled at his breeches. His cock sprang free, big and long.

  She'd seen horses mating, but the effect of all that naked male flesh so close to her equally naked female flesh was enough to make her shudder. "I'm a virgin!" she cried, kicking him away.

  Robbie laughed. "There are other places a man can use, m'lady. And I'm not against a good suckling."

  "A…" she felt faint, "…suckling?"

  "Aye."

  "I am not putting your…member, in my mouth!"

  Robbie swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.

  She pounded at the hard muscles of his chest. "Release me or I'll scream!"

  Robbie flung her on the pillows then stripped out of his breeches. "Do you have any salve?"

  Honoria screamed loud enough to rattle the glass.

  Robbie disappeared into her dressing room, working the buttons on his shirt. When he came out, he was naked and he had her extra-large bottle of India Lotion, guaranteed to moisturize and cure blemishes at the same time—not that it fulfilled either claim. To the best of Honoria's knowledge it was rosewater and oil.

  Robbie flipped her over on her stomach, threw her skirts up and used his knee to push her legs apart.

  "You're not putting that—oh!" Honoria scrabbled to get away, yelping when he pushed her knees up under her belly.

  Her buttocks lifted and enormous hands grasped her ass cheeks, pulling them apart to expose her nether hole. To her horror, liquid sloshed over her exposed flesh and dribbled down her thighs.

  He pushed a finger into her. "You're tight."

  "I don't do this very often," she said sarcastically, squeaking as he screwed his finger in up to his knuckle. Her muscles clenched in futile protest but could do nothing to prevent him from plundering her previously forbidden depths.

  She squeezed her eyes shut so she didn't have to see him and concentrated on the strange feelings his finger produced as it slid in and out of her startlingly well-greased hole. Rolling waves of warmth spread out from his continuing attentions and made her knees tremble. Who would have ever thought touching oneself down there would feel so good? He abruptly added a second finger and her eyes popped open. She'd loosened enough so it didn't hurt, but the idea of him putting two of his enormous fingers into what she'd always considered a very tiny hole made her flush with embarrassment.

  "You're getting loose," he said thickly.

  Was it her imagination, or was he throwing off heat? The pier glass showed the smooth white swell of her buttocks in sharp contrast to his heavily muscled thighs and long, rigid cock. He'd poured lotion into his palm and was working the oil into his engorged flesh. The heavy curve of his cock pointed up. There was no way that was going to fit, no matter how easily he'd slid his fingers into her.

  She was still dressed in the tattered remnants of her gown, stockings and a boot. She felt oddly disassociated and more than a little dizzy, and the sight of his fist sliding over his swollen shaft made her shake furiously.

  Holding himself behind the head, Robbie pressed himself to her puckered rim and pushed in just enough to wedge the blunt tip in her slippery rim.

  Honoria jumped, sinking down to get away from him. Tears filled her eyes. "It won't fit!"

  "It'll fit," he growled, pulling her back into place.

  Abruptly, the head popped in, filling her in a way she'd never been filled before. The hot, tearing burn in her cruelly stretched rectum made her wiggle frantically. It felt like the outside of her hole was caving in, and she could feel every ridge on his enormous cock. The heavy coating of India lotion lubricating his shaft prevented her from rejecting him. Honoria sobbed, not sure if what she felt was pleasure or pain.

  She gasped, panted and moaned, wobbling on her knees. "This is so uncomfortable!"

  Pain and the most incredible sensation of being stuffed like an Easter ham occupied her mind, and she pushed backwards. Robbie leaned into her, putting his balled fists down on each side of her shoulders. The height difference between them knocked her off balance. Stretched out like he was, they were more evenly matched. His body covered hers, pinning her beneath him. She could feel the hair on his thighs rasping her legs, the rigid points of his nipples and his harsh, panting breath.

  His sac finally slapped her splayed pussy and brought his desecrations to a halt. He grunted, "You've a tight little ass."

  "At last," cried Honoria. "You've had your fun—now release me!"

  His brutish hands reached beneath her and squeezed at her breasts, kneading them like lumps of dough. "Not yet," he said, pulling his cock from her depths only to slam it back into her.

  Honoria bucked and squealed, trying to throw him off. She could feel his blunt, fleshy head pillaging her depths and hear the wet slurping noises of her cruelly opened channel. He reared back, continuing to drive himself into her as she moaned and wailed.

  "Move!" he demanded, grabbing her hips. He pulled her up and moved her in a circle as he ground her back against his frenzied pumping.

  The firm grasp of his hands on her hips controlled her, forcing her to acquiesce as he grunted out his base desires. Little tendrils of heat spread from the ever quickening lap of his sac against her. Honoria trembled, arms shaking. He was using her in the most primitive way possible and God help her—she was starting to like it. He shifted abruptly and she clenched down, twitching so hard she lost her grip on the bedclothes and slid forward, arms flailing.

  Her foot knocked the pier glass sideways. Suddenly Honoria could see herself, hair down around her shoulders and marks on her breasts. Was her face really that red? The sight of his cock buried in her tightly stretched ring made her shudder.

  Robbie pulled her back and pushed into her, holding her thighs up around his hips. "Do that again!" he growled.

  Honoria clenched down hard and bounced, driven by the slam of his hips. His head tipped back and the cords in his throat stood out while his lips pulled back over his teeth. His face twisted violently and he grunted loudly. Pleasure drowned her in waves, making her squirm.

  Robbie stiffened abruptly and held himself locked to the center of her splayed thighs while his cock jerked within her, flooding her with heat. He ground himself against her one last time before he stood, dragging his cock from her highly sensitized passage.

  He slapped her ass affectionately and used a corner of her skirt to clean himself off. "You're a toothsome wench," he said, pulling on his trousers.

  Honoria rolled over into a patch of early morning sun. To her horror the pier glass showed a faint smile on her lips. A tracery of thick white liquid oozed from her reddened and still gaping hole. "What's wrong with me?" she cried, throwing a hand over her eyes.

  Robbie reached down and affectionately squeezed her pubic mound. "You enjoy a good fucking. There's no shame in that."

  "I'm a lady," she sobbed. "A lady does not enjoy a good fucking!"

  Robbie pulled on his shirt and buttoned it up over his enormous chest. "Everyone enjoys a good fuck."

  "It's deviant!" she cried. She collapsed into a heap of sensitive flesh and shivered, feeling the looseness of her bowels.

  Robbie sat down on the bed beside her and pulled her up over his lap. He'd left his trousers open and the heavy length of his still damp cock pushed against her belly.

  He held her with a hand on the small of her back and cupped his fingers over the curve of her ass. "Are you a bad girl?"

  Honoria shook, face buried in her hands. "Horrible…" she sobbed.

  His hand came up and swung down in a punishing blow. Honoria jumped at his touch and screamed, kicking to get away from him. Robbie laughed in approval and slapped his hand down again, leaving a hot sting that traveled straight to her pussy. He spanked her again and again, while her cheeks grew hot and red. Blood rushed to her nether lips and her ass bounced under the assault, inflaming her beyond reason.

  She couldn't tell where pleasure ended and pain began, as she wailed out her tightly coiled tension.

  Robbie pushed her off his
lap and she fell to her knees, panting with frustrated need. "You beast! How could you abuse me so?"

  He followed her down, laid his cock between her well-spanked cheeks and pushed the reddened flesh tight. Honoria tossed her head wildly, mouth open. The feeling centered between her thighs fought to get out. She wanted…she didn't know what she wanted; just that she couldn't reach it, no matter how hard she tried.

  Just as she was about to scream with frustration, Robbie reared back, pulled her ass cheeks apart and pushed back into her well-lubricated ass.

  Stars burst behind her eyes and made her moan, "Oh my God." She couldn't stop shaking and whimpering. "What's happening to me?"

  Robbie cupped her breasts, roughly rolling her nipples between his brutally large fingers. Honoria jerked with a scream, arching back into his undeniable possession. This time when he pulled out, she sprawled face down on the bed, fulfilled and totally exhausted.

  ****

  It took Honoria the rest of the morning to hide the evidence of their debauchery. She had no idea what to do with the sheets so she simply rolled them up and stuffed them in the wardrobe along with her gown.

  It was less easy to hide the condition of her body, and she debated calling her maid until she hit on the happy expedient of wrapping herself from throat to toes in a gray silk sheet. Her father had shares in a Far East venture and there were bolts of silk everywhere.

  Daisy had been Honoria's personal maid since they were both children, and when she saw the sheet she gave Honoria a long, skeptical look. What did one say after being ravished? And had she been ravished? After the first shocked recoil, she had thoroughly enjoyed Robbie's assault on her all too willing flesh.

  "I need a bath," she said finally.

  Daisy gave her another, still longer look. "Yes, m'lady."

  Her family insisted on large baths, and it took two footmen the better part of an hour to carry the enormous wooden tub to Honoria's room and fill it with water. After the footmen left, she slipped into the heavily carved tub and winced. Muscles she hadn't been aware of using screamed in protest and slowly unknotted.