The Taming of a Vixen

by Wendy Stone

  “Well, I expected you to ask me to marry you because you wanted me to marry you, not because my bloody nosy brother gets on his high horse!” She stormed up to him, doubling up her small fist. “I’m so angry I could…ohhh!!” She punched him, hitting him in the same spot that the duke had.

  Teddy blew out air, doubling over as muscles already bruised protested. “Oh bugger it,” he groaned, holding his stomach.

  “Oh come on, Teddy. I didn’t hit you that hard,” she said, turning to look at him from over her shoulder. When he didn’t stand back up right away, she walked toward him, her annoyance quickly turning to concern. “I didn’t hit you that hard, did I, Teddy?”

  “No,” he groaned, managing finally to stand upright. “It wouldn’t have hurt if your brother hadn’t all ready taken out his aggression on me.” He held his hand up as she came closer, trying to hold her back. But she ducked his hand, coming around to pull open his waistcoat and then the button on his shirt.

  Her eyes fell upon the red welt that Matthew’s fist had made and she felt a pang of guilt that had her flushing. “Oh, Teddy, I’m so sorry,” she said, pushing gently upon the welt and hearing his groan.

  “It’s nothing and if he catches you down here with your hands on me, he’ll probably do worse, Cat. Come on, leave off, love. Jason hits me harder than this in the ring down at the club.” He winced when she hit a particularly sensitive spot but finally managed to pull her hands away.

  His breath caught when he looked down at her, her face raised to his, her eyes glittering with unshed tears. Tears that were for him. With a sigh, he pulled her close, putting his arms around her waist and drawing her near, smiling when she snuggled up next to him, her head on his shoulder.

  “You know, love, if I didn’t want to marry you, nothing your brother or anyone else could say would sway me any other way?” He sighed when he felt her nod. “This just worked out better. Now, he can’t hold the fact I don’t have a title against me. So…,” he pushed her back, lifting her chin with one finger. “If you’ll say yes and not punch me anymore, then we can get about the business of getting wed and I can teach you what little Alyssa doesn’t know.”

  Cat blushed furiously, her lashes fluttering as she tried to close her eyes. He grinned, kissing them lightly, before kissing her lips gently. “Your blushes are delightful, my love. But I think I need an answer before your brother comes down here and checks up on us.”

  “Why is it, every time I walk into an area containing the two of you, one of you is partially undressed?” Lara stood in the doorway, staring with exasperation at the couple who hurriedly parted. She almost laughed as Teddy fumbled at his buttons.

  “Matthew hit him, Lara. He has a huge bruise.”

  “He did, did he? I’d think that your Teddy is man enough to take a small punch to the stomach. Now answer the man so that we may all find our beds.” Lara stood with her arms crossed, resting atop her gently swelling belly.

  Cat gave her a disgruntled look before turning back to Teddy. “Yes, Teddy, I will marry you.”

  His grin went from ear to ear and he reached out to hug her only to draw back as Lara cleared her throat. “There’ll be none of that until after the vows. Now, Lord Theodore, I do believe it is time you find your home. Cat will be available tomorrow afternoon for tea and then we shall discuss dates for the wedding. I think you both prefer a short engagement. We shall have to talk with your mother also, Cat. Come along now. Good night, Teddy.”

  Cat smiled back at him as Lara took her arm and practically dragged her out the door.

  Teddy waited until he couldn’t hear their footsteps anymore. Then with a whoop, he jumped into the air, grabbing his stomach when that caused a stab of pain. But he was still smiling as he walked out the door and retrieved his horse.

  * * * *

  Jason growled low in his throat as Alyssa nibbled gently upon the tip of his cock, his hips twitching as he fought not to move. It was a game, to see who would break first and demand ravishment. So far he was ahead, but she might have this round, he thought, sweat breaking out upon her forehead.

  “Damn me, love, where did you learn this?” he groaned, grasping at the pillow above his head and wrapping his fists in it.

  “I’m self taught, Your Grace,” she said, licking along the side of his cock as if it were the most flavorful of treats. “Would you like to teach me something?” she asked almost breathlessly.

  They’d been married for almost four weeks now, and though her stomach was still completely flat, her breasts had grown and her morning sickness had continued. She couldn’t deny the fact that she was pregnant and carrying Jamie’s baby.

  But he’d grown into a distant memory, one that she would always treasure. One that was secondary to the very immediate distraction of her husband.

  He’d been wonderful since they’d moved out here to his country estate. Attentive and entertaining, he’d swept her away with a combination of passion and caring that were unlike anything she’d felt before. He held her every night and in the mornings, despite her nausea. If she didn’t manage to get away before he could see, he would hold her, sitting next to her as she lost what little was in her stomach in the morning.

  Afterward, he would wet a cloth and wipe her brow, giving her sips of cool water until her stomach settled. He never questioned the fact of her pregnancy and seemed to take great enjoyment out of some of the stranger aspects, such as the size of her breasts.

  Despite the fact that her stomach was still flat, her gowns had all had to be taken out in the bodice, for her breasts had plumped up amazingly. Jason loved them, caressing them gently, nibbling on the taut berry-colored tips, suckling her until she thought she’d go mad.

  But the most wonderful of events had happened the night just passed. She’d been lying beside him, her body still tingling from the wonder of his caresses. He’d turned to her, lying on his side, his body warm. His hand had wandered down her body, settling lightly against her still flat tummy, his fingers making small circles upon her flesh. She had sighed and then he’d lifted, startling her, leaning over her and placing a small kiss upon the skin still warmed from his hands before gathering her closer and holding her.

  It had brought tears to her eyes, that he could love this child also. A child that was not from him, but from the man who had first stolen her heart.

  Tonight was for him, a night where she would do as he wished, be what he wanted. He had only to ask her for it.

  “Well, love? Would you like to show me something new?”

  “Are you sure?” he asked cautiously. “There is something, but it might shock you for I don’t know of a lady who would do such.”

  Her gray eyes sparkled in the light of the candles, gleaming with love and life. “Those are just the perfect words to get me to do something, and you know it.”

  He laughed, lifting her from where she lay between his legs, hissing a little as her fingers curled around his heavy balls for one small moment before she came up to him willingly. “You are sure?”

  “Why do you keep asking? Are you planning on standing me on my head or something?” she asked and then giggled. “Oh wait, you did that two nights ago.”

  “Minx,” he accused affectionately. “No love, this pertains to another virgin orifice of your body.” His hand dropped to the rounded curve of her bottom, cupping the soft but firm flesh, squeezing gently before sliding between the perfect globes to draw a finger across the tiny rosebud of flesh.

  Alyssa jerked as he touched her, remembering how he’d done that to her before and how shocked she had been. “There? But…how is it done?”

  “Gently, love,” he assured her. “And if it causes you any distress, any at all, you say stop and we will. I promise you.”

  She looked at him for a moment, tipping her head as if considering. “You would find this pleasurable?”

  “And you will also love, if you will but relax and let the feelings come. So, what do you say, are you up for it?”

/>   “I would say you would more have to be up for it than I would,” she said, laughing and earning her a swat on that nicely rounded rump. “All right,” she said finally. “What do I do?”

  “Just lie there like a good wife would,” he said laughing as he gave a little of her own teasing back. She snorted, covering her mouth and blushing as the very unladylike sound rose to his ears.

  He pushed her off him, rolling to the side of the bed and reaching into a small table drawer that stood next to it. Pulling out a vial, he held it up to a candle, turning it gently over the flame for a few moments before turning back to her. “On your tummy, my love,” he said, watching her as she rolled eagerly and trustingly.

  Her body was beautiful, long limbs, tiny waist, and those breasts, full and tempting even when he thought he would never want sex again. On her stomach, the smooth line of her back, pale-skinned and gloriously smooth, beckoned him. He rose to his knees, letting his hands rest upon her and slowly kneading her smooth flesh.

  Alyssa moaned as she felt his fingers digging into tight muscles, rubbing over her in a way that made her feel as if she would melt into the mattress. She opened her eyes a crack, able to partially see him, and watched as he picked up the vial, opening it and pouring a thick liquid in his hands.

  Rubbing it between his palms, he coated his skin, the scent of gardenias wafting from the scented oil. Then he leaned down, slowly running his hands from her shoulders to her waist and then back up. He repeated his trail, moving lower each time until his hands were full of the sweet flesh of her bottom.

  “Still awake?” he kidded, sliding his hand between her slightly spread thighs and feeling the wetness of her pink cunt. He slid his finger inside of her, hearing her moan and feeling the heat of her channel contract wonderfully around his digit. Using his thumb, he found the knot of her clit, slipping around the tight bud until her hips were pressing back against his hand and her moans were loud in the room.

  He used his other hand to push her legs apart, coming to kneel between them. Flipping open the top on the vial carefully, he poured some of the think liquid along the valley between her bottom cheeks. She moaned as she felt the warm fluid there.

  Jason slid his fingers through the oil, sliding it over and around the puckered flesh he so longed to enjoy. “Relax love, just relax and let me do this.”

  His finger pushed gently at the small rosebud, finally penetrating the tight ring of muscle, hearing her suck in her breath at his invasion. He took his time, slipping back and forth, gathering more oil to lubricate her tight flesh. Every time she tightened up, he would stop, his voice flowing over her, soothing her until he finally had two of his large fingers deep inside.

  “See, that’s not too bad is it?” he whispered, reaching for the vial once more.

  “N…no,” she said, her voice wavering as unexpected feelings washed over her. It wasn’t exactly pain, but it wasn’t pleasure, either. It was a feeling of being full that, while not unpleasant, was more shocking than anything else.

  He wiggled his fingers inside of her, eliciting some breathy little gasps from between her lush lips. Jason looked up at her face, trying to determine if she were enjoying this or not. But he couldn’t tell, for her eyes were closed, her lips parted. He felt her squeeze around his fingers and pushed gently against it, using his thumb to gather more of the warm oil to lubricate her.

  He rubbed the stuff on himself, coating his cock with the thick fluid. It was time; either she would or wouldn’t like it.

  Alyssa felt his fingers leave her and the sensation of emptiness was amazing, causing her to open her eyes and stare up at him. He was moving over her, his thighs touching the inside of her legs, and she shivered at the pleasure it wrought.

  Then she felt pressure as his cock demanded entrance where his fingers had been, pushing gently but determinedly against that tiny rosebud until just the head popped past the tight ring of muscle.

  Her gasps made him stop, even though the warmth and tightness of her was an exquisite torment, making his body long for more, demanding him to continue with his foray into virgin territory. “Are you all right, love?” he groaned, his voice husky with the sensations.

  “I…I think so. It feels strange, Jason.”

  “Strange in a good way or a bad way, little one?” he asked, leaning closer to kiss her cheek.

  “I am not sure. I don’t know,” she answered him honestly.

  He moved his hips again, slowly feeding more of his hungry cock into her tight channel, pulling back to push again, slowing when she gasped or stiffened up until he was all the way in, his hips pressing against her beautiful bottom.

  “I’m in, love,” he whispered, his voice next to her ear. “I’m inside of you, is it all right?” he moaned.

  Alyssa couldn’t speak, she couldn’t think, all she could do was feel. The heat of him, the fullness of him was amazing. All she could do was nod her head, for it was overwhelming her.

  Jason started long, slow strokes that hurt just a bit, but he’d been so careful, so gentle with her that soon she was pushing back against him, her body burning with the fiery need he inspired. His hand tunneled under her hips, pulling them up, staying to stray between her thighs. He played with the wet folds of her sex, startling her when he thrust two fingers inside of her, his thumb plying her clit with tiny circles of pressure.

  His voice whispered in her ear, telling her how tight she was, how hot she felt while he fucked her. He used words that had at one time shocked her, knowing how she enjoyed hearing them, how much just the naughtiness of the words could arouse her, pressing her ever upward on the long path to ecstasy.

  “Oh, God, Alyssa,” he cried, knowing he was close to going over the edge of that path, taking the tumbling fall into bliss. “You’re so hot, love, so tight around my cock,” he growled as his thrusts grew hard and his hand between her thighs became more persistent.

  Her whimpers grew, becoming cries of joy, then screams of ecstasy as the muscles of her cunt clamped down on his fingers, rippling over them as she climaxed. Her body soared into the abyss of pleasure without a second thought.

  He followed her an instant later. His grunt was heavy as he slammed his cock up into her, feeling it swell and then spurt his seed, coating the inside of her cavity. His body tightened. He could barely breathe, and he didn’t care, for he was in that abyss with her.

  When it was over, he pulled slowly away, rolling off her abused bottom to lie upon his back on the bed beside her. His eyes were on her face, his heart beating a little easier as he saw the pleased smile that curved her beautiful lips. “Did you enjoy that, my wife?”

  “Hmm, yes, my husband,” she answered, opening sleepy gray eyes to stare over at him. “But I was wondering?”

  “Wondering what, beautiful Alyssa?” he asked, pulling a strand of hair off of her face and pushing it behind her ear.

  “Which one of us won the game tonight?” He answered her with a laugh.

  Chapter Fifteen

  The coach pulled up outside Jason’s London townhouse a little before dark. Inside it, two newlyweds hurriedly pulled clothing back into place as the coachman jumped off of his perch to come and open the door.

  “Welcome home, Your Graces,” he said warmly as he pulled the steps out from under the coach.

  “Thank you, Reeves,” Jason said, stepping lithely down. He turned for Alyssa, helping her alight and then wrapping his arm around her waist. “It’s good to be home, is it not, darling?”

  “Yes,” Alyssa said and then promptly yawned, belatedly covering her mouth. “It will be nice to sleep in our own bed tonight.”

  “Yes, and I think you should sleep, my love. It wasn’t an easy ride for you and I haven’t been the most indolent of husbands. I’ve kept you too busy in our hours alone,” he whispered, his mouth near her ear, making her shiver.

  “Indolence is a sin, husband,” she quipped, making him laugh.

  “Then I shall die and go to Heaven, love, for you inspire m
e to ever more deeds of pleasure.” His lips brushed her neck, his hand resting on her narrow waist. “But for now, love, perhaps a nap while I run around to see Teddy and harangue him on the terrors of married life?”

  “Will you join me when you return?” she asked, her hand coming to his cheek to lie against the slightly beard-roughened skin.

  “Ever the insatiable minx, aren’t you?” he laughed again as she scowled at him, catching her to him. “It is definitely one of my most beloved of your many admirable traits, Alyssa,” he growled, slipping his tongue over her ear before nibbling on her earlobe and feeling her melt against him. He reached to knock upon the door but it was opened before he could.

  The staff greeted them warmly and his housekeeper assured her that all was in readiness for them. Jason walked Alyssa upstairs, playing lady’s maid and helping her out of her gown and the loose corset she now wore. Her shift clung to her body, showing off the small fullness that had recently begun to grow, a testimony to the life she carried within her.

  Jason tucked her in bed, watched her snuggle down into the covers and felt a strong impulse to join her. Reluctantly, he pushed it away, kissing her tenderly before pulling the covers down and kissing the flesh of her tummy over his child. With the brush of his knuckles against her cheek, he watched as she closed her eyes on a sigh and then walked from the room.

  The past few months had been perfect, loving and wonderful. Alyssa was everything he’d thought she was and more. Witty and sweet, with an acerbic tongue that made him chuckle; she entertained him, made him think and kept him on his toes. He’d been incredibly lucky that day in the park, and he thanked God for it. Still, he couldn’t help but feel the tiny niggle of doubt, of fear, that someday she would discover his duplicity. He could only hope that when and if that happened, she would be so old as to forgive him easily.

  He skipped lightly down the long stairway and out the front doors, taking the reins of his horse, his groom having anticipated this trip through long experience.. With an easy hop, he seated himself and turned towards his club and to find Teddy. It was his turned to be razzed for a while, he thought with a huge grin.