The Taming of Lady Honoria

by Jodi Henley

  She sat back, licking at her fingers while she considered him. "You puzzle me," she said finally.

  He took another ham steak and sliced into it. "How so?"

  "It sounds conceited, but…I thought you'd try to ravish me," she said, trailing off into a quick mumble.

  His eyes lit up brighter than the fire. "Now?" he asked, waggling his brows.

  Honoria stifled a giggle. "You definitely aren't a hero."

  He grinned at her. "Told you I wasn't."

  He handed her a mug of mulled wine and she sipped gratefully, letting the wine chase away the last of her chill. She awoke to find herself tied to the bed, arms and legs spread wide. Her clothes were gone and she was naked.

  Danton stood at the side of the bed. Naked, he was revealed as lean and muscular. Golden curls clustered at the joining of his thighs and made the purple tint to his stubby cock particularly shocking. Her gaze traced his length and froze in abject terror.

  "I wanted to wait until you were awake." He fondled his heavy sac, eyes on her exposed breasts. "It's no fun alone."

  He clenched his hand down hard, pulling his cock out from his body. The head bounced, uncontained by his grip. Easily the size of a large plum, it was balanced by the girth of its pedestal. What he didn't have in length, Danton more than made up for in girth. Surely no woman could take that monstrosity into herself without grievous bodily harm.

  He released himself and crawled up between her spread-eagled thighs. He was almost grinning as he rummaged between her thighs, pushing his fingers into her without any form of lubricant.

  "No!" she shrieked, tossing in her bounds.

  "I had hoped for a little more enthusiasm," he said. "No matter."

  He leaned over the side of the bed and pulled a little leather bottle from his coat. Knotting his fingers in her nether hairs, he pushed the bottle between her thighs and squeezed.

  He poured more oil into his palm and smeared it over his monstrously wide cock, oiling himself until he glistened in the flickering light. "It's special oil, my dear—designed to help you enjoy our assignation."

  "This isn't an assignation!" she cried.

  "You want me," said Danton, giving her a manic grin. "Be honest now that we're alone."

  He rubbed his fingers down her well-greased slit and to her horror, her hips thrust after him, seemingly with a mind of their own.

  "I'm on fire," she said, thrashing in her bonds. "What did you do to me?"

  "Ginger," he said, licking his finger. "A little hot, a little spicy, and good for what ails you." He laughed, sliding his finger into her.

  This time he slid in with no resistance, and she moaned, rubbing herself against him. "Much better," he said. He pushed a second finger in after the first and followed it with a third, his knuckles slapped into her with a soft slurp.

  Removing his fingers, he positioned himself at her entrance and pushed at her nether lips, almost too big for entry despite her undulating hips and desperate thrusts. "Relax" he commanded her. He screwed in another inch and broke out in sweat. His cock was shorter than Robbie's but wide, with a bulbous head.

  A squeal of pain burst from her and she thrashed in her bonds.

  He bent his face to hers and whispered, "This is a public inn, my lady. Think of the scandal should someone think to find us."

  Honoria stiffened; the horror of being found outweighed her outrage. His width was almost too much to bear, and she moaned, head thrown back.

  "The servant used you well," he said, pulling out until just the head of his cock remained in her. "Pity he can't be here to watch." He slammed forward.

  Incensed by his cavalier attitude, she cried, "Robbie will find you and smash you to a pulp!"

  "Will he?" asked Danton. He sounded only mildly interested. He pushed again, wedging himself into her yielding flesh.

  Again he withdrew and pushed back. The loud slap of their joining echoed in the hot little room. There was no rhythm to his desecration and after six of the odd, pounding thrusts; Honoria was straining in her bonds, urging him to sate the building fire in her loins. The tightness of their joined flesh created an almost unbearable sensation.

  Every time he slammed forward, she could see the glide of his cock between her outstretched thighs and feel the slap of his belly against her exposed nub. He was so fair, unlike Robbie's darkness.

  She gave him a beseeching look. "Please, Danton!"

  He laughed merrily. "Beg me, my lady. Tell me what you want."

  "I want you to give it to me," she breathed, thrashing in her bonds. "Work me with your flesh!"

  That stopped him, and he stared at her with an arrested look. "Is that the best you can do?" Laughter rolled from him and he laughed until he could laugh no more.

  He withdrew, holding himself at her entrance. "Try again, Honoria."

  Honoria banged her head back against the pillow, fighting the ties that kept her from grabbing his monstrous cock and shoving it into her.

  "Fuck me!" she screamed. "Damn you, Danton!"

  He pounded his cock into her waiting hole, shaking her body with the violence of his thrusts. After the first shocked cry, Honoria tossed in her bonds, mewling in mindless pleasure.

  He grasped her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. "Was that so hard?"

  She didn't meet his eyes.

  Danton stopped, head down, shoulders shaking. "Talk to me, Honoria."

  "I am stretched to the utmost of my capacity, and your cock is driving me into a maddened frenzy," she gritted from between clenched teeth. "Unless you fuck me, I shall bite your nose off—is that blunt enough for you, my lord?"

  His grin flashed out. "It'll do."

  He undid the ties binding her ankles, pushed her knees to her chest, and with a hoarse grunt, hammered into her exposed flesh hard and fast. She could see the darkness at the junction of her legs, his width disappearing into her and the way her breasts were smashed up between them. Pressure built behind her eyes and she started to pant, pushing back at him desperately.

  "Danton!" she cried.

  "Damn it, Honoria. I'm trying," he increased his pace, "as hard—as I can."

  Abruptly, his mouth touched hers, tongue plunging between her parted lips. Honoria convulsed eyes wide open. His face was too close. Too intimate and personal—and his tongue! Surely it was unsanitary. Her lips struggled to close and push him out.

  He grabbed her chin with one hand and held her in place while he ravaged her tightly pursed lips. "Hold yourself," he breathed, tracing his mouth over the straining line of her throat. He undid her hands and urged them to the back of her knees before releasing her.

  "No!" she cried. "Don't stop."

  His hands slipped under the globes of her ass and lifted her while he leaned back, still lodged between her thighs. Surely he wasn't swelling? Perhaps it was the way she was rolled up against herself, but suddenly Honoria could feel the tight ring of her pussy stretched out around his shaft. He was almost too large to contain and in this position, he was every bit as long as Robbie. Her nails dug into the backs of her knees.

  Danton's face darkened, eyes open as he met her gaze with his own. He pulled out slowly. "You credit me with a temperance I don't possess."

  "What are you doing to me?" Honoria clenched her ass cheeks to keep him in her.

  Less than a minute ago, he'd had her well on her way to a shuddering release—this was intolerable. The slow rasp and drag of his cock in her well-used pussy was about to drive her insane. She shuddered heavily, barely touching the sheets with her shoulders.

  "I want you…to remember this," he growled.

  Tension sizzled down her spine and gathered in her lower body. Danton slid back into her, eyes half-closed. Her toes twitched, and she suddenly wanted to cry. It was more than just sex—she released the back of her legs and reached up for him as he leaned over her, pressing into her with his shoulders.

  They met halfway; suddenly moving faster and more violently until he caught her screams with his mouth
, and pounded into her like he was tunneling for home. She grunted beneath him, shaking and trembling as her limbs exploded out of control.

  He held her until she subsided then rolled off the bed, head down. Sweat turned his fair hair dark and made him look different. Honoria sat up and followed him only to grab at Danton's outstretched hand as her knees buckled under her.

  "Villain!" she cried, swaying on her feet.

  Her palm flashed out and Danton staggered back, hand to his lips. Light glittered in the depths of his deceptive blue eyes. "You little bitch," he said softly.

  "If I am a bitch, sir—you are naught but a bounder!"

  He crowded her back against the wall, and gave her a little smirk that grated her up one side and down the other.

  "We are well matched, you and I." His gaze dropped to her lips.

  Despite the well-used throb in her nether regions, Honoria felt a frisson of excitement in her belly. Her lips parted.

  Danton laughed wryly, "You feel it too, do you?" His mouth brushed hers and everything from her mind to her toes melted.

  That shook her out of her daze and she twisted her head away. "Get off me! Surely you've had enough."

  "No, you don't," he breathed. He pinned her to the wall, pressing himself between her legs and caught her chin in the palm of his hand. "Open for me, love."

  His fingers tightened and pressed. Her lips popped open and he swept his tongue into her mouth.

  God! She'd seen Robbie and Johnny shoving their tongues in each other's mouths, but it seemed like a nasty habit.

  It felt strange—a wet, velvety, faintly brandy-flavored intrusion that coaxed her reluctant tongue to join in. His tongue touched hers and retreated.

  "Kiss me back," he whispered, sweeping his lips over hers.

  His eyes were a bright sea-blue deep enough to drown in and she was drowning, falling under his spell. Her head tipped upward, lips parted and he took his time exploring her face and mouth. They were both hot and sticky, glazed with the sweat of their lust, but none of that mattered. Just the slide of his hand over her arm and the gentle way he cupped the side of her throat made her lean into his possession.

  The very tips of her fingers traced the hard muscle of his chest and smoothed down to his narrow hips. She ventured to touch him, hand wrapping around the softness of his shaft and the wide, spreading head. His cock stirred. When he had pulled it from her, it had looked much smaller and dreadfully shriveled. She was drowning in sheer mindless sensation as his lips and tongue plundered her willing mouth.

  "Fuck me again. Please, Danton."

  Danton shuddered under her ministrations. "That's the ginger speaking. Another go-round like the last and you wouldn't be able to walk."

  "I can barely walk now," she commented, exploring the curve of his buttocks. Her hands cupped his cheeks and squeezed.

  "Vixen," he laughed.

  She smiled at him and was surprised when he lifted her up in his arms and swung her back on the bed. He was stronger than he appeared and made everything seem effortless.

  To her dismay, he staggered—hand over his heart. "Gad, you're heavy, m'dear. I need to rest."

  He fell face down across her chest and laughed as his mouth latched onto the nearest nipple.

  "Drat—wait! Do that again—"

  Danton sucked her nipple into his mouth and nipped the tender bud.

  Her hands curled over his shoulders. "You are a very odd houseguest, my lord."

  "And you are a very lusty wench. Take pity on me, my dear. I need something to make me stand out in your estimation."

  She smiled. "Cad."

  He smiled back. "Horrid little trollop." He crawled up on the bed and stretched out beside her. "I'm not fucking you, Honoria."

  "You're obviously capable of it, my lord." She looked down to where his cock strained against her thigh. "You have the most enormous—"

  "Yes," said Danton. "People have told me. However I'm not sending you back to your father well-fucked. I have no desire for a leg shackle."

  "I am a very rich heiress," said Honoria.

  "And you have the most inviting hole," said Danton, sliding his fingers between her swollen lips. He ran his thumb over her nub, and watched her shudder. "But you would not stay loyal to me, would you?"

  The thought of being restricted to one man—even if that man was Danton—made Honoria shudder. She enjoyed Robbie's spankings and the sweetness of Daisy's nether lips touching her own.

  Danton saw the answer in her eyes. "Shall we cry friends?"

  "I'd like a friend," she said, hesitating over her words. "But you're an enigma."

  His fingers left her wanting as he leaned back on the pillow, one arm thrown up over his head. He watched her with hooded eyes, no longer the amicable rouge he'd been scant seconds before. "Am I?"

  She wrapped her fingers in his still damp curls. There was the lightest touch of dark blond hair roughing his tautly muscled abdomen while the hair between his thighs was almost black. It was a fascinating contrast.

  "You seem so nondescript," she told him. "But there's more to you."

  He caught her hand and rolled her under him. "Of course there's more." He rubbed between her thighs.

  The heavy press of his cock against her still swollen flesh made her eyes close. "Oh," she breathed. "Do that again—no, stop it! You're using sex to distract me."

  Little flecks of gray grounded his brilliant blue gaze. Why had she ever thought him a nondescript little lord?

  He traced the line of her throat with his lips. "Is it working?"

  "Yes," she admitted, reaching her arms up to him.

  "Good," he murmured, and let her take him