The Taming of a Vixen

by Wendy Stone

  “Shh. Tell me, what did he do next?”

  “He…he picked me up. Oh Cat, he was so strong, and so powerfully built. He carried me as if I weighed little more than a feather. And then he fell backwards on the hay and pulled me over so that I straddled his l…loins.” Alyssa’s face grew warm as she felt Cat lay back further on the mattress, pulling Alyssa across her stomach and pushing her legs apart so she sat astride her. Her hands held up Alyssa’s gown, baring the long fine muscles of her thighs and the sleek red pelt that covered Alyssa’s woman’s mound before letting it slide back down.

  “Kiss me,” Cat whispered, her voice shaking.

  Alyssa bent, finding Cat’s soft lips easily, whimpering when those soft morsels parted under the demand of her mouth. She spared nothing in that kiss, giving Cat all the passion and pleasure she felt in that meeting of mouths and tongues. Her hand came up to Cat’s cheek, holding her still, her hair coming around them to block out the world.

  She remembered the feeling of Jamie’s mouth, how his lips had found her nipple and the thrill that intimate caress had given her. Could she do such a thing to Cat? Her hands slid down, finding the tiny buttons that closed the front of Cat’s gown, slipping them free easily, exposing more and more of the sweet pale flesh to her hands. Cat’s hands rose, gripping Alyssa’s wrists, but she shook them off, murmuring soft, comforting words against Cat’s lips.

  The fabric parted and Cat’s breasts were exposed capped with lush brown nipples that were taut and pouting, as if begging for attention. Alyssa moved down, her lips slipping over Cat’s throat and collarbone, her tongue exploring the taste of her skin with lustful sweeps. She cupped one perfectly curved breast in the palm of her hand, listening as Cat gasped, her hands coming back up to weave through Alyssa’s fiery hair.

  “That feels so good, Alyssa,” she moaned. “He touched you like that?”

  “Yes,” Alyssa said, glancing to make eye contact with her friend before sliding down even further. “And more.”

  Her lips played over the curve of Cat’s breast, tasting the smooth skin, using her tongue as Jamie had. Slowly, teasingly, she hovered above the tip, her tongue tracing over the wrinkled areola, stabbing at the taut nipple before suckling it into her mouth to pull on it with hungry tugs.

  Cat cried out and Alyssa raised one hand, not letting go of the treasure she’d captured, just putting her fingers over Cat’s mouth to quiet her. She felt the innocent girl squirm under her tormenting lips, enjoying the wriggling against her own body. Making a decision, Alyssa grabbed the straps that held Cat’s nightgown, pulling at the thin material until it gathered at her waist. “You’re so pretty,” she said, her mouth still full of Cat’s breast.

  Cat’s hips jerked uncontrollably, her thighs squirming as she tried to quench the sudden itch that grew with Alyssa’s every tug and lick upon her begging breast. Her hands twirled in Alyssa’s hair, holding the girl to her, her body begging for more of the heretofore unfelt pleasure.

  “What else?” she gasped. “What else did he do to you?”

  Alyssa smiled and let her treat slip from between her lips, looking into Cat’s eyes with her chin resting just below the luscious nipple. “Do you really want to know?”

  Cat nodded, her eyes shining. “Yes,” she said simply, and then moaned as Alyssa’s tongue slipped from between her lips, lapping at her nipple for an exquisite moment.

  “Lift up,” she said, rising to her knees and waiting until Cat lifted her hips. She pulled the girl’s gown completely off her blushing body.

  “You, too,” Cat said, pointing at Alyssa’s gown and reaching out to grab the hem herself, pulling it up and over the fiery redhead’s beautiful hair.

  They stared at each other for a moment, both admiring the other’s form. Though God had made them both women, He’d blessed them with different shapes. Alyssa was lean, with long muscles firm and hard from riding. Her breasts were a decent size but couldn’t be called large, with tight berry-shaped pink nipples adorning each. Her waist was tiny, hips gently flaring to frame the fiery curls that hid her little pink cunt.

  Cat was all tawny curves with her black hair and thick black curls guarding the secrets of her woman’s mound. Her breasts were large and full, brown tipped beauties meant to be admired. Her waist was softer than Alyssa’s, her hips generous. A tiny star shaped mole graced one prominent hip bone, as if marking a starting spot for Alyssa’s lips.

  She used it now, hearing Cat’s gasp of pleasure at the suddenness of her move. Her tongue laved a trail and she felt her own desire stir to a dizzying height as she caught the sweet scent of Cat’s arousal. She smelled of musk and rose oil, and the lemon that was used in the rinse water, tangy and spicy. Alyssa nosed through the thick bush of hair, parting it with her tongue to trace patterns over the sensitive flesh.

  “He…he did this to…to you?” Cat gasped.

  Alyssa looked up her curvy body, admiring the sleek tone of her skin. “Yes, and more,” she whispered. “Do you wish to know the rest?” She pushed Cat’s legs open, lying between her spread thighs without waiting for the girl to answer.

  “I…I don’t know. Do you mean to tell me he…kissed you…down there?”

  Alyssa trailed one finger through the wetness between the swollen lips of Cat’s sex, enjoying the way Cat’s hips jerked when Alyssa’s finger slid over the little bump that brought such pleasure. “He kissed me and more,” she whispered, using her other hand to open Cat’s plump pussy lips, staring at her in the flickering light of the candles. “He touched me, and he kissed me. And he used his tongue on me right…here,” she said, flicking her finger against the tiny bud of Cat’s clit. It grew and pushed further from its protective hood.

  She touched it again, rubbing gently, gathering moisture on her fingers and using it to slip and slide around the tormented knot. “Do you wish to know more?” she asked again.

  Cat’s body jerked with each touch of Alyssa’s fingers, her hips moving as her body grew hot and pleasure coiled in her belly. She could feel herself growing even wetter under Alyssa’s amazing touch, feel a pressure that seemed to build, centering at that most private of places. It was so much, an almost painful pleasure. Did she dare ask for more?

  Alyssa leaned closer, not waiting for the answer. She was curious, wanting to know Cat’s taste, of the pleasure that Cat would feel. Would it feel the same as what Jamie had done to her? With a sigh, her tongue slid across thick, swollen lips, dipping between and into wet fire.

  The taste was surprising, especially since Alyssa had thought Cat would taste pretty much the same as she had, when she had tasted herself upon Jamie’s lips and tongue. Instead, Cat’s was sweeter, the tang sharper than expected. It wasn’t a bad taste, no, much to the contrary, Alyssa found herself eager for more. Her tongue invaded Cat’s wet slit and slid along the length.

  Cat held her breath, her body tensing as Alyssa’s soft wet tongue touched her where no one else had. Her body jerked and a moan escaped her before she could stop it. It was like having a flame touch her, sending tingles of pleasure and coils of lust throughout her innocent body. Her thighs tightened and she pushed her hips up, burying Alyssa’s face in her wet little cunt.

  Alyssa’s tongue was never still, finding that pleasure peak and titillating it, using just the tip to bring the young girl pleasure. Cat’s moans egged her on, her groans and soft cries teasing Alyssa until she could stand it no longer. Her free hand, slipped between her own thighs. She’d done this almost every night since the gala and her aborted rape, her mind going to Jamie and the sweetness of his touch, the rightness of his joining with her body. Even now, with her mouth buried in Cat’s sweet flesh, she couldn’t help but think of him.

  She pushed two slender fingers into her own cunt at the same time she circled the virginal opening of Cat’s with one finger. Pushing into the tight passage, she heard Cat grunt, felt her spasm, felt the contractions of those tight muscles as she came. Cat’s juices bathed her face in slick warmth.
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  Cat cried out, grabbing a pillow to muffle the sound as wave after wave of amazing pleasure washed over her as Alyssa labored to bring her joy. Her arms and legs twitched, her body contracted and she almost bent in half. Finally, she pushed Alyssa away from where she continued to ravish her clit, biting and licking, sucking upon the taut, too sensitive flesh. She fell back on the bed, her body shivering in the aftermath, her arms reaching for Alyssa to pull her up next to her, wanting to kiss her.

  Alyssa lay beside her, her body tight as she strove to find her own pleasure, her fingers moving quickly over her own wet flesh. Cat turned on her side, her eyes blinking sleepily, like a feline just waking from a nap in the sun. She watched Alyssa, lifting her hand to touch Alyssa’s breast, cupping the weight of it.

  “Oh,” Alyssa cried. “Please, touch it,” she begged her friend.

  Cat smiled, her fingers sliding over the smooth softness of Alyssa’s breast, finding the taut nipple that crowned it. Pinching it between two fingers, she rolled and pulled , Alyssa’s gasping little cries growing more urgent until finally she convulsed, her eyes closed, a grimace of painful pleasure on her beautiful face.

  Cat’s smile grew into a grin as she watched her friend try to regain her breath, her hand still idly plucking at the pretty pink nipple. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?” she whispered.

  “Because we didn’t know how,” Alyssa said, gulping in air.

  “But now that we do…” Cat left the sentence hanging, waiting for Alyssa’s answer.

  “I think we should continue,” Alyssa said, smiling just as smugly. She reached up, putting her wet fingers to Cat’s lips, watching as Cat’s small pink tongue peeped out to taste of Alyssa’s juices.

  “I think,” Cat said, licking off the long fingers slowly, “That Teddy is in for trouble at the next ball.

  Alyssa started laughing, reaching out and hugging her friend. “And Jamie, the next time I see him.”

  Chapter Six

  Jason watched as she moved from one pair of arms to another. She laughed and talked, using her fan to flirt with the bevy of men that gathered around her like bees to the honey. She smiled up at the man who put his hand on her shoulder, her bare shoulder, as if he had every right to do so. And inside, he burned.

  Jealousy, previously unknown and completely unwanted, burned in his gut. He wanted to walk over there and stake his claim, like some caveman. Perhaps he should get a club and knock all those men out, throw her over his shoulder, take her to his home and make her remember him. His teeth ground when he saw her lift her hand to another love-struck swain, rising to walk with him to the dance floor.

  “So ask her to dance before you grind your teeth into splinters, old chum.”

  “I don’t see you running up to Cat to ask her to dance,” Jason said, fixing Teddy with a mind your own damn business stare.

  “I’m working my way around to her,” Teddy groused, lifting his glass of champagne with a grimace. “God, but I hate this stuff. It’s like sweet bubbles.”

  “That’s so very pedestrian of you, Teddy.”

  “Admit it, you’d rather be nursing a brandy or something stronger yourself.” Teddy smiled as he watched Jason’s jaw flex again. It was amazing to see him like this, jealous of some debutante who didn’t even look at him twice. He’d been privy to the story of the gala night , though he was sure even he didn’t get told everything. And he’d been nagging his friend to go back to see her. To sneak into her bedchamber wearing the mask and see what happened.

  It would make an interesting tale, to say the least.

  “Whether I want a brandy or not isn’t the issue here, Teddy.” He sighed, running his hand with frustrated fury through her hair. “How can she let them touch her like that?” He set his glass down and took a step toward the man who’d just brushed his lips against her bare neck.

  Teddy grabbed his coat, barely able to stop him without causing a scene. “Wait a minute, Jason. Bloody hell man, you can’t go and beat the man to a pulp because he kissed her neck.”

  ”Watch me,” Jason growled, turning that fierce stare on his friend.

  Teddy swallowed hard, knowing he was probably going to pay for this the next time they got into the ring together. “No, Jason. If you go over there and do what I see in your eyes, you’ll go to jail and she’ll be left to make it up to the man.”

  Jason stopped, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, visibly forcing himself to calm down. “Fine, I won’t kill him,” he grumbled. “But I can’t watch this anymore. I’m going for a walk in the gardens.” He turned on his heel and headed towards the open doorway, ignoring any and all who tried to hail him in passing.

  Some heads turned Teddy’s way and he just shrugged, holding his hands up as if to say “who can say what is in his head?”

  Jason stepped into the cool evening air, walking away from the main balcony with its congregating throng and heading towards a darker, deeper part of the garden. The flowers grew wild in this area, the paths less tended and rockier. He was glad for the sturdy shoes he’d put on earlier. Strolling slowly through the tangled flora he breathed its spicy scent in deeply, enjoying the cool air and the soft sounds of the few night birds who flew through the early spring evening, hunting dinner.

  He’d spent one night with the chit; not even a full night. But what a night, he thought, a small smile coming to his lips. She’d been sinfully responsive to his every touch, giving him back everything he gave and more. She’d made him blind with pleasure, turned him inside out with every touch and kiss, captured him with her every word. She was perfect.

  And he’d been unable to get the image of her, of her body with its perfect lines and beautiful long legs, out of his mind. He dreamt of her, waking painfully hard and throbbing as his dreams led him back to that deserted barn and the night of the storm.

  He was never like this, so obsessive over one woman. He liked variety, he liked experience in his women. So why was he so fixated on one virginal little chit? He’d even been ducking his own mistress, no longer interested in her well practiced charms.

  “Oh, bloody fucking hell,” he swore, picking up a loose stone and throwing it with all his might into the underbrush. Walking over to an ancient bench, he plunked down on it and stared at his hands.

  “Stop!”

  Jason’s head came up, his nostrils flaring as if trying to catch a scent. It was her voice. He’d know it anywhere.

  “I said, stop! Now, before I call for help!” A strangled scream followed, as if something had been used to muffle her words.

  Jason followed the sound of her voice, coming out into a more well tended part of the garden and in view of a sight that made his blood run hot and his eyes see red. His Alyssa was struggling in the arms of the man who’d been so presumptive as to kiss her neck earlier. Now, it seemed as if he were trying to do more than kiss her. His hands were all over her, his mouth moving clumsily over her lips.

  Jason was across the space that separated them in seconds, his hands coming up to drag the bounder off of Alyssa, growling as he threw him to the ground. “The lady said no.”

  The man got up, wiping his hands on his pants as he stared at the interloper who had pushed him away from the lady of his choice. “Who are you that you think you can come between me and my fiancée, sir?”

  Jason heard Alyssa’s gasp and knew the man was lying. “Lady Alyssa has much better taste than to become engaged to a sniveling little jackanapes like you.”

  The insult hit its mark, causing the man to stiffen. He stepped forward, his head bowing menacingly. “My seconds will be calling if you will but give me your card so that I know where to send them.”

  If the man expected to bluff his opponent into submission, he was clearly unaware of whom he was confronting. Jason drew his calling card from a pocket of his coat and delivered it to him smartly and without the slightest hesitation. The man blanched when he saw Jason’s name and title etched in gold upon the pristine white card. “Your Grace,”
he said, bowing before turning away with one last scornful look at Alyssa.

  Jason took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. “Are you all right, Lady Alyssa?”

  “F…fine, Your Grace, thank you. I hope you don’t plan to meet with him over this incident. I am unharmed. I would not wish to see ill come to you for my stupidity in coming into the garden with the rogue.” She straightened her hair quickly, pushing in the few pins her attacker had managed to pull out.

  “It will be my pleasure to teach that young pup a lesson in manners in your name, my lady,” he said, bending over her fingers and letting his lips rest for just an instant against her smooth skin. He heard her gasp and smiled, slowly releasing her hand as he stood. “May I escort you back to the ball?” he asked, holding out his arm.

  “T…thank you, Your Grace. I’m afraid that our first meeting wasn’t very pleasant and my demeanor was sorely lacking that day. I am sorry about your t…thigh. I hope I didn’t cause too horrendous of a wound.” She took his arm, feeling a tiny shiver shoot through her at the sensation of his hard arm under the soft material of his coat.

  “It was nothing, a slight bruise. I was amazed by the quality of your horse flesh and your skills with your mount. Have you had him long?”

  “All his life,” she laughed. “I raised him from a tiny baby. He used to follow me around the stables, always begging for my attention. When I realized how intelligent he was, I started to train him to do a few assorted tricks. He can bow and dance, also.”

  “Impressive,” Jason said, though his mind wasn’t on the horse. No, it was on the way she felt, her hand resting upon his forearm, her breasts brushing the back of his arm as she walked. He felt as if he’d erupt; wishing that he could turn and take her in his arms, kiss her the way he wanted. “Lady Alyssa,” he said suddenly, turning to stare at her in the light that came from the ballroom. “May I call upon you? Perhaps accompany you on one of your rides?”

  Alyssa felt flustered, not an unusual feeling when she was around him. He’d flustered her the first time they met and he seemed to enjoy making her feel that way. “Ah, certainly, Your Grace. I would be honored to have you accompany me on a ride. My father is hosting a small hunting party out at our country estate this Saturday. Perhaps you’d care to join us there.”