The Taming of Lady Honoria Page 2

  Daisy gave Honoria a knowing look and carried a smaller, fire-warmed container of hot water to the tub. Honoria doubted what caused her condition was a surprise to her far more worldly maid. Folding the bath sheet up over her chest, she threw her head back against the rim.

  "What have you heard about Robbie?" she inquired abruptly.

  Daisy fanned herself. "Not much, m'lady. He's built like a stallion. I once saw him take a scullery maid right up against the flour sacks. Screaming like a banshee she was, and got all the kitchen to watching."

  "All the kitchen?" breathed Honoria, thoroughly appalled and to her dismay, more than a little titillated.

  Daisy nodded, "Yes, m'lady. And when he pulled it out," her voice dropped, "it was still hard, and as big as my arm. Cook fainted, although I saw her going into Robbie's room and heard noises." Daisy shivered arms tight to her chest. "Slaps, m'lady. And screams!"

  Honoria felt her ass cheeks burn in remembered pleasure, and she stood, climbing out of the tub. "What kind of screams?"

  "Moans, more like," whispered Daisy, her eyes wide.

  She was so close Honoria could feel the heat from her heaving bosom. Honoria stepped in close to Daisy and her maid stumbled backwards.

  "M'lady?"

  Honoria sloshed after her until Daisy could retreat no farther. "I want you to show me your nipples, Daisy."

  "M'lady!" Daisy straightened indignantly. "What's wrong with you?"

  Honoria laughed softly and pinned her much larger maid in place with a hand on either side of her. Daisy's breasts were at eye level and Honoria pulled the little drawstring holding her bodice in place.

  Daisy spilled out. Her breasts were plump and generous, with heavy, red nipples. They looked nothing like Honoria's much smaller set and jealousy prompted her to pinch the tender flesh. The maid yelped, eyes wide.

  Satisfaction curled in the pit of Honoria's stomach and she pushed the maid away from the wall, back toward the daybed. Daisy stumbled, hands shielding herself from Honoria's avid gaze.

  "Why are you doing this?" she cried.

  Honoria sat, pulling Daisy down over her still wet lap. The maid fell heavily, but Honoria didn't let go, using her position to explore Daisy's lush curves through her heavy wool skirts. She pushed the material up. The sturdy white buttocks so inelegantly revealed were very plush and Honoria wasted no time bringing her hand down over Daisy's ass. Thwap!

  Daisy jumped. "That hurt!"

  Honoria rubbed the palm of her hand over the pale red imprint. And did it again. Thwap!

  Daisy squirmed, struggling to get away. The way she was stretched out gave her no leverage. "Lady Honoria! You're hurting me!"

  Honoria rubbed her hand over Daisy's fleshy mounds, paying particular attention to her tightly held crack. "You'll like it," she whispered. "Open your legs, Daisy."

  The maid parted her legs slowly, face buried in her hands.

  Honoria slipped her fingers into Daisy's heated depths and smiled. No oils or lubricants were necessary. Daisy was wet and swollen with need. She abruptly rotated her ass, grinding herself back on Honoria's fingers with a despairing cry.

  Honoria brushed her lips over her maid's bowed neck. "Very nice."

  "M'lady! You need to stop!"

  "Do I?" Honoria slapped at Daisy's ass, spanking her until the bigger woman's flesh glowed red. A hot thrill ran up her arm. She loved the control and Daisy's screaming moans.

  Her lips curled back off her teeth. "Hold your ass up," she snapped, pushing Daisy into place.

  On her knees, the maid was an easier target, the soft flesh of her pussy exposed to Honoria's punishing slaps. She bounced forward with every blow, holding on to the side of the bed.

  Was this how Robbie felt punishing her? Honoria wanted to hold Daisy down and fuck her raw. Instead, she let the maid go, head bowed over her aching hand.

  Daisy stood slowly, chest heaving. Tears made her eyes very shiny, and she'd bitten her lip.

  "I'm sorry," said Honoria. "I don't know what came over me, I got excited and jealous, and then it was like I couldn't stop. I kept hitting you and…"

  "You'd best help me, m'lady." Daisy slipped out of her gown, picked Honoria up and deposited her on the bed. When Honoria didn't move Daisy pushed her to the side and sat down, lifting Honoria's leg up over her own. "That's better." She stroked Honoria's belly. "Isn’t that better, m'lady? You're supposed to push back."

  Honoria shuddered heavily. Daisy was hot, wet and open, and there was that urge again to pin her down and do wicked things to her.

  "Stop being kind to me," she cried.

  "I'm not," growled Daisy.

  Her hands locked over Honoria's wrists and suddenly Honoria was grinding and bumping Daisy, or Daisy was grinding and bumping against Honoria. She didn't know who was doing what, just that it felt good. Her lips parted.

  Daisy grunted. "You've got to help me. It's hard with no help."

  Daisy's accent was slipping and so was Honoria's control. She thought she'd assaulted her maid, only to discover Daisy had liked it as much, if not more than she had. Daisy's hard, stiff nub stroked her like a finger, pushing into Honoria only to leave her wanting. She pushed back, but there was no relief.

  The hot burn of her abused flesh rubbed the wet linen under sheets and fueled her frustration. She abruptly flipped Daisy over, holding the maid's plump arms up over her head. Opulently soft flesh cradled Honoria's leaner hips and torso.

  "You smell good," she said softly.

  "So do you," said Daisy. She pushed Honoria off and rolled on top, pinning Honoria down with her wider hips.

  Honoria reached up and pulled at Daisy's breasts, kneading the voluptuous flesh roughly. Daisy moaned and thrust her chest forward. Honoria took it as an invitation to suck the nearest nipple into her mouth. The thick red nub filled her mouth. Honoria scraped it with her teeth and tied an experimental nip.

  Daisy stiffened. "That feels good."

  Honoria smiled and draw the nub deeper into her mouth, rolling the flesh with her tongue. Daisy followed her down, trying to get more of herself into Honoria's mouth. Honoria was drowning in billowing white flesh. She could feel the scrape of Daisy's hairs between her legs and the larger woman's thighs pressing her back.

  To her surprise, Daisy slipped her hand between them and abruptly pinched Honoria's nether lips. A thrill of sensation shot through Honoria and she squirmed beneath Daisy's relentless assault. She could feel her lips swelling between the expert pinches and her hips thrust upwards, following that amazing touch.

  Daisy rolled off her and sat up.

  "No!" cried Honoria.

  Daisy's eyes glittered oddly. "Did you like that, m'lady?" She pushed Honoria back down and ran a hand over Honoria's almost nonexistent breasts.

  Honoria sobbed out her need, "Yes!"

  Daisy roughly squeezed Honoria's breast and immediately reached down to shove her finger between Honoria's thighs. Honoria sucked in a sharp breath as Daisy's finger slid into her depths, immediately followed by a second and third. Daisy wasn't matter of fact about it like Robbie, testing for the extant of Honoria's readiness, but used her intrusion into Honoria's body as an end in itself, pushing the tender folds out of her way as she plundered Honoria's depths.

  Her knuckles beat into Honoria while her fingers spread apart to open Honoria wide. Honoria threw her head back and moaned deep in her throat, heels drumming against the gray silk counterpane. Sharp little pinches rained down on her still wet body, sensitizing it to Daisy's every whim.

  The pleasure pain built to an unbearable pitch, wringing grasping little moans from Honoria as she thrashed her head back and forth. "Please," she whimpered. "It's too much!"

  Daisy pushed Honoria's leg back out of the way and leaned in, hips grinding behind her fingers as she mimicked what Honoria had just shared with Robbie. Daisy's breasts bounced wildly, jerking up and down, as her fingers pumped in and out, and her thumb wrestled with Honoria's rigid little nub.

  Hon
oria shrieked. Her limbs went crazy, twitching and jerking, no longer under her control. She was drowning in sensation and only came up for air when Daisy pulled out, her big, round face creased with satisfaction.

  Chapter Two

  Three days later, Honoria stood exactly ten paces from fresh air and a chance to peel the chemise from her back, trapped by yet another house guest. Surely they were proliferating like rabbits. As a member of the family it wouldn't be horribly bad if she was to venture near the window, but without an escort she couldn't escape the sad crush for even the barest second. Sweat dripped down her back and into her unmentionables while the open terrace doors taunted her with a gentle breeze. She fanned herself vigorously.

  A man had stumbled against her earlier and she had the most titillating feeling that he could see through her gown to the sensitive flesh of her still sensitive ass—such speaking blue eyes and charming blond hair.

  As if conjured from her thoughts, the gentleman in question pushed through the crowd toward her. Up close, he was simply ordinary. His blond locks were just blond locks and his eyes were forgettable, but his grin was sharp and mocking.

  "Lady Honoria?" he inquired. "I don't think we've had the pleasure of an introduction."

  Honoria laughed, titillated by his bold manner. "Easily remedied, sir!" She curtsied to his elegant bow. "I am Honoria Cavanaugh, and you are—"

  "Lord Danton," he said, "the Marquess of Falbridge."

  "Introductions are out of the way," she said, waving an airy hand. "Do say you'll take me for a turn on the terrace, Lord Danton. It is most dreadfully warm in here."

  She put her fingers on his arm and he smiled down at her from his not very great height.

  "I would be delighted to accompany you, dear Lady Honoria."

  The air outside was much cooler and Honoria used the opportunity to fan herself vigorously. To her pleasure, Danton took the fan and created a veritable gust of cool air. She lifted her chin to enjoy the sensation and her nipples puckered.

  "Enjoying yourself?" asked Danton.

  Honoria gave him a slow smile. He was boringly average, but she hadn't missed the way he had looked down into her almost nonexistent cleavage.

  They stood in a shadowed pocket just to the side of the windows, where the terrace widened to encompass a clump of willows. Penitent green leaves cast darker shadows on Danton and made it hard to tell exactly what made him grasp her wrist and pull her behind the branches of the nearest tree.

  "My lord!" she whispered. "This is most improper."

  They were scandalously close, and the proximity made Honoria bold. She pushed at his hand, letting her fingers glide over his muscled fist.

  He was exceedingly well-toned for such a nondescript lord.

  "Wench," he breathed. His hand slid into her bodice and pulled at her breast, freeing it from her gown.

  She put his hand over her nipple and he instantly squeezed it, causing the most delicious sensation. "I like that," she said, right up against his chest. "I'd like more."

  He lifted her face and brushed his lips over hers, at the same instant he pinched her nether lips. She jumped so hard his stifled laugh made her fume.

  "Not funny!" she snapped, stomping her foot.

  One arm slid around her waist and pulled her close while he rummaged around under her skirts. "On the contrary, my dear. I find you hilariously funny." He explored her well-spanked flesh with gusto.

  "Stop that!" She twitched away from him, straightening her skirts.

  "Denying your nature, my dear?" Danton straightened. "How tedious."

  Honoria pulled her bodice up over her chest. "Don't talk to me, you horrid man! And keep your hands to yourself." She flounced through the leaves and slammed into her cousin, Teddy.

  Teddy spun like a cat and pushed her away, a beribboned gold quizzing glass held between them like a shield.

  His protuberant brown eyes widened. "Good Gad! Honoria? Demned, if you don't look as spry as a…" he fumbled for words, "spry thing."

  "Thank you," she said sweetly, ready to kick him if he didn't move. Danton was right behind her and he didn't seem like the kind of person who cared what anyone thought.

  Years of exposure to her apparently made Teddy skittish because he backed out of her way without being asked. Danton stepped out from behind the willow branches and brushed leaves from his immaculate black coat.

  "Teddy!" he shouted, slapping her cousin on the shoulder. "I didn't realize you knew Lady Honoria."

  Teddy's eyes opened so wide, Honoria could see a ring of white around them. "F-Falbridge?" he stuttered. "Fancy m-meeting you here. Honoria's my cousin, don'cha know?"

  "No," said Danton, smiling back at Honoria with a wicked glint in his eyes. "She's your cousin, you say?"

  Honoria bit her tongue until she could taste blood. Evil, nasty-minded man! "How dare—!"

  Danton caught her hand. "It has been a pleasure, but I'm afraid I'm out of time and must be off." He bowed over her fist and pressed his lips to her whitened knuckles with a loud smacking noise. "Your servant, dear lady."

  Freddy waited until Danton left before tapping her rigid shoulder with his quizzing glass. "I thought you'd plant him a facer. I daresay that will be the end of him, eh Honoria?"

  ****

  The swirling music faded as Honoria ran up the staircase, away from the ball. She couldn't take another instant trapped in the same room with Danton. She didn't know why she was running to Robbie, but as she slipped around a corner she was terrified of being caught. What story could she use to cover her sudden interest in the servant's quarters?

  To her relief, no one saw her. She had the sudden unsettling thought that everyone was at the other side of the house, pressed into service. What if Robbie wasn't in his room? Had she come so far only to be turned away?

  His door was unlocked, for none of the servant's quarters had locks and it wasn't as small as she expected, boasting a small sitting room in addition to a bedchamber.

  Honoria crept inside and closed the door behind her. Sound came from his bedchamber. She inched the door open and stopped when it was just barely wide enough to show her Robbie stretched out on his bed. Moonlight coming through the window showed Robbie lay on his back naked with another man atop his massive frame. Small and slight of stature, with curling blond hair and a certain sweetness of face, the younger man was impaled on Robbie's cock. Honoria's eyes opened as wide as they could.

  She must have made some noise, because Robbie turned his head just enough to catch Honoria's gaze. His welcoming smile flashed out and Honoria shivered, knowing that he saw her, yet continued to let the man grind and slide over his hugely aroused cock.

  He moved his hips just enough to give Honoria a better view, and she finally identified the younger man as Johnny, the stable-lad. She remembered the many times he'd brought her a mounting block and shivered yet again.

  She'd heard of men taking their pleasure with other men, but had dismissed it as salacious gossip. From what little she'd known of sex, she couldn't get her mind around the mechanics. Surely all their dangly bits would get in the way.

  Johnny's cock was small and drawn up tightly, and the entrance to his nether region was stretched wide to accommodate Robbie's monstrous cock. He grunted when he slid down and his tiny member bounced. His nipples were hard little points, and abruptly Honoria wondered if she looked like that with Robbie's cock in her ass.

  Robbie gave her another grin and abruptly pushed Johnny off, giving Honoria a glimpse of the younger man's gaping hole before Robbie knelt and grasped Johnny by the leg, flipping him over on his back. He pushed Johnny's knee toward his chest and lifted so Honoria could see Johnny's puckered ring and the swell of his cock clearer than before.

  She gasped at the sight of Robbie's cock entering the other man's nether region and watched avidly as Johnny whimpered, face contorted as the log-like shape vanished into his body.

  "Play with yourself," whispered Robbie.

  The other man groa
ned, reaching down to his crotch. Obviously not fast enough because Robbie slammed his cock into Johnny's ass hard enough to send the other man bouncing.

  "I said, play with yourself."

  Johnny shuddered, hand locked around his cock as he pulled at the shriveled member.

  "Harder," breathed Robbie, shifting to get out of Honoria's way.

  Johnny locked his hand at the bottom of his cock and stroked fervently. He lifted his face and Robbie bent, his mouth fitting over the other man. Their tongues flashed in and out in time to Robbie's frenzied pumping and Johnny's sobs.

  Moonlight glistened on their sweat and the room was filled with the musk of their joining. Robbie's strokes shortened, plowing into Johnny hard enough to make the other man writhe.

  "Whose bitch are you?" whispered Robbie. He kept pounding, harder and harder, until the sound of sex filled the little room.

  Johnny opened his eyes wide, his gaze tortured. "Your bitch, Robbie. Oh God, fuck me harder—" His legs lifted still higher, giving Robbie deeper access.

  Robbie's cock swelled, and he abruptly gave a muffled shout, slapping into Johnny hard. His entire body shook and he threw his head back, the muscles in his ass taut.

  He pulled out, leaving Johnny to continue pumping at his cock. He went about cleaning himself and pulling on a pair of breeches while Johnny found release on his own.

  The younger man rose on shaky legs and used Johnny's towel to wipe himself. "I hate you."

  Robbie laughed. "You're not in love with me, Johnny. You're in love with my cock."

  Johnny threw himself on Robbie's incredibly broad chest, arms going up, around his neck. "I do love you, Robbie! I wish you'd see that." He dropped to his knees and brushed passionate kisses on Robbie's cock before taking the still semi-hard length in his open mouth.

  His lips formed a tight seal over the bigger man as Johnny slid his mouth down the rapidly hardening length, hands cupped over Robbie's ass, pulling him closer.

  Robbie's face changed, growing darker and more dangerous. His fist curled in Johnny's hair, holding him as he thrust his hips forward. Johnny gagged, eyes opening wide as he stared up at Robbie. Tears stood in his eyes.