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Honor's Folly

By: knitedreams



I hope everyone enjoys this story. It came out of nowhere when I was trying to finish a chapter of another story. Please tell me what you think of it, constructive criticism is appreciated. Remember to take a second or two and vote!

--~~--

Honoria Balcolmbe chewed nervously at her manicured fingernails. For the millionth time, she wondered how she found herself in her current situation. She was in a posh poker room at some ritzy casino on the Vegas strip, sitting off in the corner while her future was being decided for her by a deck of cards. The four men at the table in the center of the room kept their concentration on the hands they were dealt while remembering to give nothing away. Honor heard them throw in chips for the opening bid, each eyeing the other in an attempt to spot each other's tells.

'Oh, God!' Honor thought morosely to herself. It had only been five days ago that she was the average college instructor, looking forward to her summer vacation in Las Vegas. Now she was the ultimate prize in a high stakes poker game.

Back home, she was nothing to look at. Just another nerdy college professor in love with the subject that she taught. Her riotous curly red hair was always pulled back into a tight bun, and she always wore glasses that hid her lush, green eyes. Contacts were too uncomfortable for her. She dressed in nothing but a long sleeved button down shirt and slacks, making sure that no skin showed from the neck down other than her hands. Her body was tall and curvy. She always felt that her breasts and her hips were a little too exaggerated giving her a classic coke bottle figure.

Yet, in Vegas, she looked entirely different. With the help of the clothing stores, beauty salons, and spas, she looked like a complete goddess. Her hair was almost always down, she bore the pain of contacts, and she showed more skin than she ever showed in her life. She wore tasteful clothing that clung to her curves and showed off her cleavage. In the evenings, she switched to classy dresses that whispered when she walked, and made her glow.

When she got to Vegas, all she wanted was to live the life of someone else for two weeks. How did everything get so out of hand? 

--~~--

Five days ago...

She had been saving up for the trip to Vegas for years. Vegas was a place where you could live out your fantasies and be another person, something she desired. After she retrieved her bags from baggage claim, she checked into her hotel, and started wandering the city. 

There were so many sights to the city that it nearly overwhelmed her. Honor was sure that she looked like a bumpkin with her mouth hanging open in awe over everything that caught her eye. As soon as some of the shock wore off, she immediately tried to look for the spa where she booked an advanced appointment and promptly got lost. 

Matt Brook found her wandering around the casino part of the complex he was staying in. Poor Honoria was looking at all the signs while trying to find the information desk. She did not seem like anyone that should be catching the eye of a millionaire, but her innocent, lost look seemed to attract him like a magnet.

"You look a little lost." He came up to her, but she did not turn to look at him.

She frowned in concentration as she read every item on the guide sign overhead. "Why do they have these signs up when all they do is guide you in a circle? I'm sure I've looked at this one before."

Matt chuckled at her tone. "Want me to show you an easier way to get you where you want to go?"

Her gaze shot to him and she looked at him as if he were her hero. Although Matt felt nothing like a hero. Heroes were handsome, while he was anything but. They were the same height, and he was skinny. No muscles to his name. His eyes were brown with no flair to them as was the same with his shaggy hair. He always managed to forget to get it cut every so often. Only his clothes showed his wealth, being perfectly tailored to the shape of his body making him look better than he actually was. 

"Would you? I'd be late for my appointment at the rate I'm going. It's funny, but when I left my hotel, I thought that two hours would be more than enough time to find my way." She sighed in frustration at the thought of missing her coveted appointment.

"Next time, I suggest you leave a whole day to find where everything is. That's just the way Vegas is." He motioned one of the hotel employees over. The hotel supplied employees to follow him around just in case he needed something. "Could you show us the way to the spa?"

"Of course, sir, this way." The employee started walking at a sedate pace down one of the many paths in the casino.

Matt and Honor walked after him. Honor was a little astounded that it had been that simple for him. She had asked three employees where the spa was and all they did was give her confusing directions, none of them escorted her.

"You must be a high roller." She said to herself.

"Why would you say that?"

Matt's question startled her into realizing that she was thinking out loud again. She would have to remember that she was not alone. When she was teaching at her college, she had to keep in mind to wait till she was tucked away in her office before she said anything, being use to not having anyone around. Honor lived a solitary life, one she was comfortable with, but always wished to have a bit more. This trip was to give her that "more" she craved so she would never crave it again once she got home.

Honor was too plain, too ordinary to catch the eye of people, much less a man. A few years ago, she accepted the fact that she would be alone for the rest of her life. It was after the death of her mother, her last close relative. 

"The employees didn't escort me when I asked. They were also behind a desk or doing some type of task. This guy was just milling around."

Matt was amazed at her attention to detail. "You're a very good observer, but I'm not a high roller. I only gamble once a year with some friends here in Vegas. The reason for the eager employee is because I'm worth millions."

Honor shrugged her shoulders, a silent gesture to convey the word "whatever." "Well it was evident that it involved some type of money. Were you on your way to your friends? Am I keeping you?"

"No, our poker game isn't for another few days or so. We always come to Vegas early as a sort of vacation. You see, my friends also have a bit of money, and hold important positions." Usually Matt did not blurt out this information to someone he had just met. Especially not a woman. They tended to think about him standing at the alter when he brought up money. This woman seemed to not care nor was she looking for the nearest wedding chapel, which made her comfortable to talk too.

"Excuse me for saying, but you don't look like the type of guy who likes to take vacations."

He laughed. "You're right, I'm not. I was taking a stroll, trying to get rid of some frustration, when I ran into you."

Honor looked at him askance. "Having problems?"

"You could say that. My interpreter quit on me and my assistants are having problems finding another. I'm going to have a problem with my meeting if I have to try and pantomime my speech." The frustration was coming back to him in waves. Among his entire staff, not one of them spoke German.

"Actually, that would be rather funny to watch." She laughed as she imagined him pantomiming to a room full of clueless foreign people. "What's the native language?"

"German." Matt said a little dejectedly.

They were passing a living statue that changed his stance as they passed. Honor stopped for a brief second to marvel at the man, he actually did look like a statue. "I know German." She said absentmindedly.

He eyed her suspiciously as her eyes darted this way and that, taking in as much as they could of the shopping windows, the decorations. "You do?"

"Yeah, and three other languages competently, one I'm working on." Her eyes widened when they stopped in front of the spa. She had never seen one before.

"Could you help me? I'm desperate. I'll even pay you." Matt surprised himself by asked a complete stranger to help him. He did not even know if she was actually speaking the truth. There was just something about her that made him believe her. She seemed to have a strange aura about her, which was the only conclusion he could come up with.

Honor looked at him in surprise. "Really? What time would you need me?"

"Tomorrow morning at nine. The hotel is setting up a special conference room for me. All you would have to do is give them this card at the desk and they'll show you the way." He gave her his business card.

She took it and checked it over. It seemed legit, but things such as business cards could easily be duplicated. "How do I know this isn't some nefarious plot to get a girl alone in a room?" 

"We'll leave the door open, you can look inside and come in when you think it's safe. You can even request security to stay in the room the whole time."

Honor thought it over. "Alright. I agree."

Matt smiled as if she were the answer to his prayers. "Thanks! I'll see you tomorrow morning." He paused as he reminded himself to ask for her name. "What's your name?" 

She stuck out her hand for a shake. "I'm Honoria Balcolmbe. Nice to meet you."

"It was a pleasure meeting you." He waved goodbye as he doubled back to the casino, with the hotel employee following close behind him.

--~~--

The elegant woman who stepped into the four star restaurant was not the woman that got lost trying to find the spa. It was amazing what a few hours of pampering and the right dress could do to a woman. Her uncontrollable, frizzy red hair was pilled on top of her head in a riot of ringlets, her glasses were replaced by contact lenses, and she was wearing a green Asian inspired dress with two slits, one on each side that stopped at mid-thigh. Even she could not recognize herself when she looked in the mirror.

The waitress was in the process of showing her to her table when a hand came out of nowhere and snagged her arm. She looked up into the eyes of a very tall, handsome, dark, brooding man with silver/blue eyes. The Armani suit flattered his muscular physique. He politely asked her to dine with him. Of course she accepted.

He introduced himself as Gabriel Newton, a professional poker player who diligently invested all his winnings which he called his "comfortable retirement package." Honor, in the spirit of her fantasy vacation to become whoever she wished, refused to tell him her name. She opted to be the exotic mysterious stranger. 

Gabe did not object since, in his mind, this was going to be just another one-night-stand. Just a few minutes before the graceful woman entered the restaurant and caught his attention, Gabe was in the middle of rethinking his lifestyle. Lately, he had been gaining no satisfaction from his one-night-stands, instead becoming more wrestles with each passing conquest.

He found himself wishing that the women he chose would have an opinion on any complex topic of conversation they felt like talking about. After all, he was mature enough to admit that sex was not everything. It was just a huge part of everything when it came to a man, but every so often, they came to a point in their life when they wanted something a little more. Being a man of action, he decided right then and there to go for the plunge, he would find woman interested in a meaningful relationship. Yet still have the stamina to meet his sexual needs.

That was when the mysterious woman walked into the restaurant. Gabe had just decided about his course of action, saw her, and then decided that he would implement his new life plane after this one last romp in the sheets. Everyone needed to celebrate a major life change in some fashion, right?

It was no surprise to either of them when passion flared to life. The attraction between them was explosive. It all started with a touch on the hand, a caress on the cheek, and ended with a carnal, flaming kiss that threatened to consume them both. By unspoken agreement, they decided to clear out of the restaurant quickly and go to his hotel room.

They crashed into the back wall of an elevator in a confusing tangle of limbs. Honor could feel lust course through her body like a living electric current. She could feel herself venturing further and further into uncharted territory. It was as if she were absorbing the desire from him and feeding it back to him in an uncontrollable endless loop.

He started to attack her with renewed vigor as soon as the elevator doors closed. Honor knew there were most likely cameras in the elevator. The thought that a security worker was watching them only added to her arousal. Plain, ordinary Honoria was being ravaged by a sexy rich man like she was his last meal in front of a possible audience. A hand found it's way into the slit of her dress, grabbed onto her thigh, and traveled down to hook her knee bringing her leg up to rest on his hip. Gabe ground his pelvis into her softness, making her feel the effect she had on him.

The strap of her dress was half way down her arm. He coaxed it down more to uncover one plump breast. His tongue laved at the nipple, enjoying it's pebbled texture. Honor moaned at the sensation he created. At the same time, his other hand was sneaking into the other slip of her dress, inching up her thigh. He stopped his ministrations to her breast and looked at her. "You dirty bunny. You're not wearing any underwear."

Honor flashed him an evil little grin that was entirely unrepentant. "Underwear would just slow things down. Besides, I thought naughty playboys like you loved it when women neglected to remember their undergarments."

There was a ding and the elevator doors opened. "Honey, you're a woman that needs to be savored. I thank your thoughtfulness though." Gabe led her into the high roller room that the hotel had given him, one of those lavish affairs with the only entrance being the elevator. They climbed the winding ladder leading from the living room to the bedroom. 

Honor backed Gabe up to the foot of the bed. Savoring was a wonderful notion, but the feelings that raced through her bloodstream, heating up her body to boiling, did not want the slow, lingering intimacy. It demanded she take what she wanted. 

In short order, she stripped Gabe of his tie and jacket. Frustrated with the buttons of his pristine white shirt, she ripped it open in one clean tug, buttons flew everywhere. He was a little surprised by her demeanor. She was such a lady in the restaurant, and he did not peg her as the sort to turn wild in the bedroom.

Next, she stripped him of his pants, finding a few surprises of her own. He was not wearing any underwear either and his cock was long, it touched his bellybutton. Honor stopped what she was doing just to stare at him. She had very few lovers in her past, all of them medium to small in both width and length. 

A little fear mixed with her desire. Could she take that into her body? Her stillness caught Gabe's attention.

"Is anything wrong?" He asked with just a bit of pride in his voice. There was no mistaking what she was looking at. Women had expounded on the size of his dick before.

Honor drew closer to the huge appendage, hypnotized by it. "Nothing's wrong," she said. There was nothing to be afraid of, women had the capacity to pass babies the size of watermelons through their vaginas; she could easily take his massive cock. 

Because she could not help herself, she licked the tip where some clear fluid escaped. Gabe groaned his encouragement. He did not taste bad, in fact, his taste was intoxicating. She licked him for a while and then took him into her mouth as far as she could go. 

He could barely breath. It was not the best cocksucking he received, but her exuberance and eagerness made up for her lack of experience. This first time, he did not want to spill in her mouth, which was for later, when he had the patience to teach her properly. He wanted his seed to go inside her this first time, some primal urge to mark her. 

With gentle care, he brought her back to her feet. Gabe smirked at the dazed expression on her face. "I think it's my turn to explore you." He kissed her then, something deep and lingering. His tongue explored her mouth as he unzipped the back of her dress. When he stepped away, the dress slid to her waist and she pushed it down the rest of the way.

He admired her beauty. She had full breasts, a slim waist, and a slight patch of red curls hiding her pussy from his view. None of her bones were outlined by her skin, the constant fashion trend set by models; she was full woman. He looked at her face, noting her shyness.

It only proved to him that she did not have one-night-stands on a regular basis as she had led him to believe. He found a perverse satisfaction in the knowing; just as he took satisfaction in knowing there intimacies would last for more than one night. 


As he looked his fill of every detail of her body, he managed to take off the rest of his clothing. Honor fidgeted under his gaze and decided that she was too horny just to be standing around, letting him take his sweet time looking. She kicked off her heels as she took the few steps to come close to him and then pushed him onto the bed.

"You're so eager for me." He stated as she climbed on top of him.

She gave him a quick kiss, stroking his hard cock almost lovingly. "I want long, deep, forceful strokes. None of this slow and savoring crap." Honor looked a little desperate as she stated her needs. Her left hand needed his well defined abdomen as she positioned her sopping wet cunt over his eager dick with her right hand.

Gabe laughed at her impatience. He flipped them over until he was on top and in control. "Lets get one thing straight, dear. I'm the one in charge. You'll take what I give you." Capturing both her hands, he placed them above her head, holding them imprisoned with one hand. His other hand traveled down her body to explore her pussy. He wanted to see just how wet she was for him.

His fingers probed the folds of her vagina, feeling her incredible need to have him. "Dirty bunny, you're soaking the sheets with your fluids." He brought his fingers up to show her how they glistened with the juices he had found. "Look at that, you dirtied my fingers. Be a good bunny and clean them for me."

Honor looked deep into his eyes, with a small smile playing at the corners of her lips; she took his fingers into her mouth and licked every drop of her essence from them. He groaned at the obvious enjoyment she was having in their little skirmish. Kissing her again, he tasted the juices on her own tongue, as his hand went down to play with her clit. 

She broke the kiss and screamed as something coiled within her. It was a pressure that demanded release. Never feeling this intensity of lust for any of her lovers, Honor had no idea what was going on. The feelings were frightening in their power yet exciting all at the same time. How could this man make her feel as if she could implode at any minute while her other lovers left her wanting for more?

Her thoughts broke off into fragments as she felt the head of his penis caress her entrance. She thrashed within his hold as he teased her, stroking the folds of her sex with the soft mushroom shaped head of his cock. "Please, I need this. Give it to me." Her cries were impassioned.

Gabe could not wait any longer; he plunged into her as far as he could go, her wetness making his entrance easy. Honor screamed her release. It washed over her, through her, all around her. It made her toes curl and her fists clench in it's severity. He thrust through her orgasm, feeling the muscles massage along his dick. For leverage, he let go of her hands, which immediately moved to explore his back.


Honor's Folly Ch. 02



From a distance, Honor heard the four men either raise or fold. She had no idea who was winning at that point, so lost in her own thoughts. There was only one man at that table with whom she had sex. With the others, she just acted like herself. No sex involved. Nothing like this had happened to her back home. It must be the crazy energy of Vegas that helped put her in this predicament. Maybe the city had a different effect on different people.

Honor sat back on the hotel couch, eyeing the poker table in the middle of the room. The immense concentration of the players did not waver, all were intent on winning the pot and her as well. The dealer did his job like a robot, calling out who won the hand, telling them to place their bets, and asking them how many cards they wanted.

She was free to go at anytime. There were no guards at the door and the four men were so intent on their game, that they would not notice her departure. She could leave right that instant, pack her bags, and be home before they ever finished their game. Instead she stayed, curious to see who would win. She would leave after.

In the meantime, she continued to think over the events of the past few days. Maybe it was not Vegas that did it. Her situation could have been entirely of her own doing. She must have misjudged her charm having not realized it's full extent.

--~~--

Four days ago...

Honor woke up with the rising of the sun. Her limbs felt like lead weights, she could barely move them. She managed to roll over and looked at the man sleeping beside her. When he was not awake, he really did look like the angel he was named after instead of the dark man he presented to the world. 

With a sigh, she tried to muster enough energy to get out of bed; she was almost there when a hand came from nowhere and dragged her back. She was pressed firmly to him and could feel his mammoth hard-on against her bottom. His hand gently played with the nipple of her right breast. 

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice was husky, a mixture of sleep and arousal. Honoria momentarily thought it was a crime for a man to have a darkly sensual voice to go with his dark good looks.

He would not let her turn to face him, so she just answered him. "It's getting light out. Cinderella turned into a pumpkin a long time ago."

His hand traveled from her breast down to her mound. "You don't feel like a pumpkin. Maybe I should make sure." He hitched her right leg over his own and entered her from behind.

She gasped at the sudden feel of him inside of her. He filled her to the brim, hitting her cervix, and started a slow leisurely tempo while his nimble fingers found her hardened clit.

"Not a pumpkin. I doubt they are as soft, warm, and welcoming as you are." Her pussy contracted around his cock at his words. "A pumpkin definitely can't massage my cock as you can." He started to speed up, his fingers furiously working her clit.

After all the sex they had the other night, Honor did not think she had another orgasm in her. She did not think he had anything else left in him either. Apparently she was wrong on both counts. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind she exploded around him, spasming in ecstasy. Gabe followed her into the abyss, filling her with his seed until she could not take anymore and it started to leak out.

As soon as his cock went flaccid and slipped from her, Honor turned in his arms and gave him a passionate kiss in thanks. He was sure that she would not go anywhere after their bout of morning sex, but he was mistaken. Gabe frowned as he felt her leave the bed.

"Why don't we spend all day in bed, order room service, and service each other? Is it so important that you leave?" He rolled over onto his back, placed his hands behind his head as he watched her go about the room trying to find her dress and shoes.

"I'm busy today, starting with a business meeting at nine this morning. It's bad enough I didn't get any sleep, but I don't regret it for a moment." She turned to him after putting her dress on and winked at him.

He sat up, a little desperate at the thought of never seeing her again. "Then see me tonight."

Honor looked over at him. Gabe painted a wicked picture with his hair disheveled, the remnants of sleep haunting his eyes, and the sheet pooled in his lap exposing every delicious detail of his upper body. "I don't think so, angel. This was only supposed to be a one night deal."

He darted off the bed and trapped her in a tight embrace. "You're right, but we're good together. May was well milk it for all it's worth, don't you think? How long are you in Vegas?"

"Two weeks. A very busy two weeks."

His hands slid down her back to grab her butt. "Then do whatever you need to do in the daytime, and give me your nights."

She could feel herself cave, thinking she could easily revise her plans around him. It left her free to roam the city and do everything on her list during the day, while having a little extra fun at night. If the next two weeks were going to be anything like last night, she had a feeling that she was never going to get any sleep.

Her sigh was heavy and resigned, but only for his benefit. There was no need for him to know that she desired to spend her nights with him. "It sounds reasonable. Where shall I meet you tonight?"

"Here in my room. Just phone from the lobby and I'll come escort you up in the elevator." Gabe felt the heady thrill of victory course through his veins. This fiery red-head was going to be his. Two weeks was plenty of time to tie her to him with sex. After the unpredictable night they had, he knew that she was the woman he wanted to settle down with. They would have passionate nights and companionable days. Maybe a few kids if they decided to have them.

Honor kissed his cheek and then started down the stairs for the elevator carrying her shoes in one hand. He closely followed. "That'll be fine; I should be done with everything around six. Expect my phone call from the lobby around seven." The elevator doors slid open and she stepped in.

"Any requests for dinner?" He asked quickly.

"Surprise me." She replied. As the elevator doors closed, She blew him a kiss. That was his last glimpse of her until later.

--~~--

At ten minutes to nine, it was a very different Honoria that poked her head in the doorway of the conference room. She was in a conservative grey suit that only barely hinted at her curves and her hair was in a loose bun with a few escaped tendrils framing her glasses. 

Matt, seeming to sense Honor's presence, rose from his chair, and indicated for her to come in with an eager gesture. His hair looked as if he had just got out of bed, yet his business suit looked impeccable. He sat at the head of a long rectangular table in a room that sported a huge screen built into the wall at the other end. On both sides of the table, sat at least ten men each. 

Honor was introduced to everyone, and hoped they did not desire to converse with her. There was no way that she would remember everyone's name and did not wish to embarrass herself. Matt had the attending guard pull up a chair at the corner of the table between him and another guy. The guard waited dutifully as Honor claimed the seat before slightly pushing it closer to the table.

Everyone helped walk Honor through the purpose of the meeting they would soon have with the Germans. Basically, the Germans were interested in buying their product; they just needed to agree on a suitable price.

At precisely nine in the morning, the screen on the wall lit up to show a trio of dour faced Germans. Everything started off on a tense note, but Honor's charisma and talent with the foreign language had everyone relaxing. Since Honor was the translator, she found out that the product for sale was called a "cybernetic eyeball." Other than thinking that the name of the product was odd, she had no interest in the details. 

Two hours later, a price was finally agreed upon. Honor stumbled over translating the sum of money into English since the money had seemed to be an exorbitant amount to her. Matt did not look impressed with the sum being use to buying and selling at such prices daily.

The people were happy with the agreed upon price, they all said "Auf Wiedersehen," and the screen went blank. It took only a few more minutes for the board members to leave the room. Matt and Honor found themselves alone. He handed her an envelope, her fee for being his translator for the meeting. 

"I must admit that I had my doubts about you. Normally, I don't go around asking strangers for help, especially with something as important as this. There was just something about you. I've never had good instincts when it came to people, I leave that to my secretary and other trustworthy associates, but I had a feeling about you." He seemed a little confused by his own actions. Yet shook off the strange feeling crawling up his spine.

Honor did not blink at his admission. It was something that she heard a million times before. Her mother use to tell her that she had the family charm, the ability to put people at ease and to gain their trust easily. The charm skipped a generation, her grandmother had it, and her mom wished she had it. 

She shrugged her shoulders and tucked the envelope into her purse. "I'm happy that it happened. It turned out that I didn't have anything mandatory planned for this morning. Besides, it was an easy way to gain money to see more shows and maybe to upgrade some of the meals I eat during the rest of my time here."

Matt laughed a hearty sound. It was something he had not done since he invented the cybernetic eyeball and built his company around it. He was comfortable being a nerd, but his new status would not allow him to wear the clothes he was use too or act the way he wanted to act. His hair was his only defiance, refusing to tame it into an acceptable hairstyle. Unfortunately his company left him very little free time to be himself, have fun, and laugh. 

Honoria made him feel normal again. He felt that he could lose the suit, go with his worn jeans and technical propaganda t-shirts. "You mind if I change into something less stuffy and escort you to lunch? We can talk about the other languages you can speak and see if I have any other meetings where I could use your linguistic skills."

Her stomach chose that instant to growl and realized that she did not have plans for another five hours. "I could go for lunch and enter into negotiations for more vacation spending money."

Matt smiled in triumph. His working vacation was turning out to be better than he had hoped.

--~~--

Jasper Mitchell stood in line to get tickets for a dinner theater which he had planned for today. Even though he had loads of money at his fingertips, he did not forget the simple upbringing he came from. His wise mother gave him advise before he became successful: Don't take the simple things for granted. Admittedly, he took her words to heart, finding a child like excitement to nearly everything he came across. It was only his job, Vice President of a successful dotcom, that he was a serious adult. 

Standing at a very tall six foot five inches, he could easily see over the heads of the people in line. It was easy to spot the red-head that waited ahead of him, with only an amorous couple between them. He had been watching her since he entered the very long line, and it seemed that she was alone, deducing this because she talked to no one, not even on a cell phone.

He cleared his throat noisily, trying to catch her attention. Instead, he managed to gain a stern glare from the couple. They did not appreciate his loud throat clearing because it had interrupted their concentration when it came to the art of sucking face. Jasper blushed and stuttered an apology.

Being a successful business man had not improved his lack of social companionship nor his shyness. It had the opposite effect. The mention of his money made people like him in the hopes of gaining a monetary donation or a bauble for their troubles. Since he was a simple man, he wanted true friends, something that was very hard to find in his situation. Jasper attempted to use his yearly excursions to Vegas as a desperate way to gain friendship, maybe even a romantic interest.

The line moved up a few paces, urging him to try again. He leaned around the kissing couple to get a little closer to the woman without losing his place in line. "Excuse me, miss?"

The man and woman that were in front of him gave him a disgruntled look. The woman huffed her displeasure and rudely tapped the red-head on the shoulder. The red-head turned around with a curious look, the rude woman pointed to Jasper and began kissing her man again.

Jasper could feel his face turning red. "I'm sorry about all this, but I wanted to know if you were in line to get tickets for the dinner show."

A surprised look entered the woman's emerald green eyes. "Yes I am."

"If you're alone and all...and I'm alone and all...I was thinking that we could go together." He held his breath and silently prayed that she would accept.

Honoria watched as the man's face turned from red to an even darker shade, and he chewed his nails. They were the only signs of his nervousness. She found it all rather endearing. Instinctively, she was a good judge of character and knew that he meant her no harm. It would probably be more fun to experience the dinner theater with another person. She smiled at Jasper, "Sure."

He let out a breath with a mixture of triumph and relief. "Would you mind joining me?" He gave a pointed look at the kissing couple. 

She rolled her eyes at the blatant display of affection. Personally, she was all for kissing the one she loved in public places, but there were times when you just had to come up for air. It was obvious that any further disturbances would only incur more hostility from the couple. Honoria gave up her place in line and joined Jasper.

Her eyes traveled up, judging him to be a whole head taller than her. His hair was a pleasant shade of blond, his eyes a subtle shade of hazel, and his body showing signs of slight indulgence tempered with a half-hearted effort to exercise it off. 

She held out her hand for a shake. "I'm Honoria Balcolmbe. It's nice to meet you."

He shook her hand and smiled. "Jasper Mitchell. The pleasure is all mine. What brings you to Vegas?"

"A long overdue vacation. You?"

"Just a vacation. I'm here to relax and do a bit of gambling." Of course he did not mention that the "bit of gambling" he was there for involved a four million dollar jackpot for obvious reasons.

Honor smiled warmly at him. "Then we have things in common already. We're both here to relax, watch entertaining shows that involve a big dinner, and some gambling. I've set aside $20 for the gambling part. If a table or slot machine feels particularly lucky, then I'll wager it."

Jasper laughed because she was refreshingly naïve. "Do you really think that you'll only be able to wager $20?"

She thought about his question. "Yeah, I'm sure. People, who come to Vegas expressly for gambling, will gamble above their personally set budget. I came here for the shows and spas. The gambling is just for the experience, to say that I've done it. Whether I win or lose makes no difference to me."

They were almost to the counter for the tickets. He turned to her again, "You have amazing self-control."

Her look was confused. "Not self-control. I don't have any of that. Believe me, I eat a little too much chocolate, I buy one too many DVD's, and I spend my money on a new laptop or some other electronic instead of saving it. The money I saved for this trip was purely selfish. I could have used it for an emergency fund or something. So my ability not to gamble over budget doesn't come from self-control, but from priorities. The experience of gambling just isn't as important to me as good food and being pampered at a spa."

He gazed at her in amazement, still mulling over his odd companion when they reached the ticket counter. "I'll buy your ticket for you. It's the least I can do for your company."

Honor shook her head no. "My ticket's already bought. It's included in my vacation package. Let's just see if they'll change our seats so we can sit together."

They were in luck, there were two seats available.

--~~--

Two hours later when the dinner theater let out, Honor and Jasper were laughing as if they were old friends. Both were quoting their favorite lines and comically reenacting their favorite moments. Out of idle curiosity, because she was enjoying herself too much, she took a brief glance at her watch. Then seriously glanced at her watch again.

It was five past six. She needed to get to her hotel room so she could get ready for her night with Gabriel. While the promise of a pleasurable night with Gabe made her wet, nearly soaking her panties where she stood just at the mere thought, she was a little reluctant to leave the fun and vivacious Jasper.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" She suddenly asked.

"I'm not sure. Right now, all I'm doing is going where the wind takes me and experiencing things that I take a fancy too." Excitement coursed through him. It sounded as if she was about to ask him on a date, or another date, he was not sure if they should classify the dinner theater as a date. 

Honor started to fidget, the time weighing heavily on her mind. "There's this magic show at my hotel, doesn't look like it would be too hard to get a last minute ticket. The show's around four, we could meet at two in the lobby of my hotel and get a late lunch before we go."

He felt light as he listened to her invitation. She was asking him on a date, he thought. Since she was talking about things they could do around her hotel, he thought that she might be planning something special in the evening, after the show. He did not know if he was ready for anything intimate, but the possibility of there being more had his hopes up. "Sure thing."

Quickly, she told him the name of her hotel and the spot she would meet him at. Then she hurried into a cab to get herself ready for an intimately important engagement she had at seven.

--~~--

Gabe had a surprise waiting for her when she entered his hotel room. There was a silver trey full of plump strawberries, a silver bowl filled with chocolate sauce complete with spoon and another bowl with strawberry sauce. Honor was happy that she went to the dinner theater earlier because Gabe's version of dinner was sparse, but romantic.

She turned towards him, her new black dress shimmered in the candlelight, and her stance provided a provocative view of one long leg through the only slit in the dress. "Dessert instead of dinner?"

He gave a roguish smile, something that would make any dashing pirate proud of. "You could say that."

A shiver of anticipation ran up her spine. Gabriel was an exotic man, the type of man Honor had never had in her bed. From his jet black hair to his contrasting silver eyes to his vast experience when it came to the art of sex, he was a wholly unique creature in her eyes. If there had been someone like Gabe back home, interested in her, she would have hung onto him for as long as she could. The temptation was there to try and hang onto Gabe even after their two weeks were up. Unfortunately, Honor was nothing if not realistic.

She walked to the couch in the living room and sat down, demurely crossing her legs. "What do you have planned for this evening?"

He sat down on the couch, farther down than she would have liked. Bending at the waist, he brought up her feet onto his lap and removed her shoes. Gently, he started to massage her feet. "I loved our sexual introduction last night, but I couldn't help but notice your inexperience."




Honor's Folly Ch. 02



Honor stiffened slightly, but relaxed through his massaging hands. This was a vacation; he was part of her vacation adventure. If he decided not to go through with their bargain, it really did not matter. "So you've found out my little secret. I tried to act the experienced woman. Guess there's no substitute for actual experience."

He chuckled at her remark. "You're right, there isn't. There's just one thing left to do." His hands stopped massaging her feet, the right hand traveling up her leg.

Her breath caught at the possibility of where that hand was heading. Keeping with her façade, she was wearing no underwear. "What would that one thing be?"

His hand reached it's destination, plunging two fingers into her heat, finding her wet and ready in anticipation. "Teach you everything you need to know."

She groaned, arching into his thrusting fingers. "Everything?" The word came out in a squeak as he started to play with her hidden button.

Gabe groaned at the picture she presented. Her exquisitely sexy dress was bunched around her hips, exposing her hungry lips to his view. He pulled his fingers out of her, much to the dismay of his beautiful companion. "Everything I can teach you in two weeks."

Licking her addicting juices from his fingers, he got up from the couch and walked over to the cart with the strawberries and two flavors of syrup. He motioned for her to join him. She was too intrigued to complain. 

"What's our first lesson?" She asked.

He pretended to consider it, knowing full well what the first lesson would be. His pretense gave him time to unbutton his shirt and take it off. "Lesson is such a harsh word; let's call it a treat...for both of us."

Her delicate eyebrow lifted. "Do tell."

"First, I want you to get down on your knees." Gabe watched as she delicately got down on her knees, excitement flashing in her eyes when she realized what was at her eyelevel. "Now I want you to take off my pants and boxers." She impatiently discarded his pants and boxers, marveling at the wonder she had uncovered. "That's a good bunny. You see the chocolate in the bowl? It's not ordinary chocolate, but Godiva chocolate." He poured a spoon full on his rock hard member, the warm concoction dripping onto his balls.

Honor was startled that he did something so unexpected as to pour heaven on his dick, unconsciously licking her lips at the thought of his taste combined with that of the chocolate. He rubbed the chocolate all over his cock, making sure that it was completely covered. "Now, I want you to work to clean every last drop of chocolate off me." 

She wasted no time, engulfing his cock as far as she dared. Her tongue started moving around the shaft in her mouth, licking and sucking the chocolate off. Gabe put his hands in her hair.

"That's very good, but what about the chocolate at the base? You're going to have to take more of me in your mouth to get all the way down there. Don't you want all that chocolate?" Gabe thought that the chocolate was an inspired idea in teaching her to suck cock the way he preferred. A friend had given him the notion and even the brand of chocolate to use.

She drew back and went down again, going farther than she was comfortable with. He hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag. She was determined to please him. Honor struggled to get him farther into her mouth, but was having trouble. 

Gabe took pity on her. "Would you like some help?" She nodded. He massaged her scalp for a minute, relaxing her, then he thrust fully into her mouth and down her throat till her nose hit the patch hair at the base. Her hands grasped at his thighs and squeezed, but she did not resist. He started a rhythm while Honor concentrated on relaxing her throat muscles, to breath before his cock went down her throat again. When she learned the rhythm, she had the confidence to lick off the rest of the chocolate from his base. 

Taking his dick out of her mouth, he waited for her to look up. "That was good, bunny. With practice, you have the potential to be great. You haven't cleaned off all the chocolate yet. There's still some left on my balls."

Obediently she sucked on one ball, then the other. His eyes closed in ecstasy. He gasped when she took both ball sacks into her mouth and played with them using a mixture of suction and her wicked tongue. All the while she stroked his hardness with her left hand.

She felt him swell, growing bigger and harder. "I'm almost there," he said in a husky whisper, thinking not to persuade her to swallow his come until later in their lessons.

Honor surprised him by leaving his balls to suck down his cock, still gagging as the head entered her throat. It was the squeezing muscles of her throat that did him in. Rope after rope of his seed shot down her throat. She enjoyed the heady taste of his essence mixed with chocolate. Never had she felt pleasure in sucking her lover's cock. In the past, she had found the chore tedious and boring, the seed of her lover so repulsive that she would spit it out in discuss.

Gabe was different. He was turning out to be different in every way. His spent cock slipped out of her mouth with a little slurp. A few drops of his fluid escaped down the side of her mouth. She wiped it off with a finger and licked it clean.

His eyes lit with renewed lust at her actions. She had successfully exceeded the expectations of his teaching, still not perfect but showed a capacity for learning quickly. Now it was time for her reward. He helped her to stand, taking the strawberry sauce, and leading her to the bedroom. Setting the bowl on the nightstand, Gabe instructed her to turn. He unzipped the dress and caressed it off her.

From his ministrations and the lesson in giving a blowjob, Honor was about ready to go up in smoke. Her pussy was leaking fluid down her thighs, she was certain that she had left a puddle by the cart. What was he going to do with the strawberry sauce?

They both climbed onto the bed, Gabe motioning for Honor to lie down on her back. When she was comfortable, he took the bowl from the nightstand and poured the sauce all over her cunt, making sure to cover her clit. She tried not to wiggle when the cool sauce touched her. The feel of it sliding down her folds was driving her wild.

He started from the outside, licking the strawberry sauce from the sides with care. The action was teasing, frustrating her because he was not licking where she needed him most. Then he went for the prize and sucked her nub into his mouth. Honor gave a little scream, bucking in surprise. His tongue stabbed into her pussy as far as it would go, fucking her with it.

"Oh god!" She desperately cried. "I need your cock inside me, I need it now!"

Gabe chuckled sinfully, the vibrations adding to her pleasurable torment. He did not feel the need to give into her demands, enjoying his feast far to much to give it up. 

It did not take Honor long to find her release, coming all over Gabe's face with a drawn out moan. He licked up the fluid, enjoying the musky taste of her mixed with the sweet strawberry sauce. The sauces were definitely a good idea. He did not stop his attention on her quivering pussy until she came down from her orgasm. 

Gabe looked up at the spent woman, her eyes closed and her breathing heavy. He flashed a devilish smile with the knowledge that he was far from done with her. They still had the platter of strawberries to play with.  

--~~--

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Honor's Folly Ch. 03



I'm sorry this chapter was a LONG time in coming. (No pun intended ^_~). It was very difficult to write since the sex is different than anything I had done thus far. 

Fair Warning: This chapter contains very light bondage (no pain, only pleasure), masturbation, and fun with a dildo. If none of this appeals to you, then don't continue! On top of everything else, it's self-edited so there will be mistakes!

Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this chapter and remember that I LOVE honest feedback and voting!

--~~--

Honoria was tempted to fan herself, but refrained for fear of giving away her thoughts. The memories were making her hot and wet. Instead, she stood up and went to the little fridge behind the bar hoping a bottled water would help cool her rampaging hormones. 

At the poker table, the men were placing their bets. Gabriel threw in his chips while keeping an eye on the woman at the bar. He was angry with her: angry she did not readily give her name when she freely stated her name to all three of his poker friends, angry she would flirt with other men while they had an agreement, angry she did not understand she belonged to him. He did not want to be in the room playing an idiotic poker game. All he wanted to do was drag the infernal woman to his room, tie her to the bed...again, and not let her go until she understood she was made specifically for him.

He quelled the strong, primal urge within. It took a Herculean effort to force his attention back to the game. His friends thought it would be fair to make Honor part of the winning pot. Each wanted her for their selfish needs. Gabe would be damned if he let her fall into their hands. He had claimed her, she would be his wife, and damn the rest for thinking otherwise.

The water did not cool her lust. She could feel Gabriel's eyes on her, had a hope he was pissed. Honoria suppressed the little nagging hope. She had run from his bed and she had not laid eyes on him in twenty-four hours. She did it purely for self-preservation. It did not matter how much she hoped he cared for her, the fact remained they had an agreement. Illicit, no strings sex in the evenings as long as her vacation lasted. He was not press for her name, and they would part never to see each other in the future after it was over. It all went up in smoke the moment he started demanding information from her and she started to have feelings from him.

There was a sudden stabbing pain in her heart at the thought of never seeing him again. It was a ludicrous feeling since she had absolutely no idea who he really was. They had not spent their time together chatting and getting to know each other; they had been too busy rolling around in bed. Well...some of the nights rolling around in bed. 

Maybe it was because her body was at his mercy. He was a master at making her body sing, her mind go blank, and her senses come alive with just a look. All of which he had proven time and again, even going as far as to torture answers out of her. The man could make ordinary things seem sexual to the extreme. 

Honoria could feel her cheeks grow warmer, the blush traveling down to her breasts, making the nipples tighten in awareness. She would never be able to eat strawberries in public again. Not after what he did their second night together. Honor realized her dilemma the morning after their sinfully erotic night with strawberries and syrups.

--~~--

Three days ago...

Gabe had kept her awake till early morning hours; Honor guessed they finally dropped from exhaustion around four. Who knew you could do so much with strawberries? He had taken his time doing all sorts of wicked things with the deliciously sweet fruit, putting them in places they would not normally go, mixing them with her own flavor...making her taste herself mixed with the naturally ripe sweetness. By the time he was done they were both sticky in strawberry juice and two types of syrup. 

She had been exhausted, barely able to move a muscle just like the morning after their first night together. Gabe had insisted they needed a shower. Honor could have cared less. She was so satiated all she wanted to do was cuddle and sleep, sticky mess be damned. Unfortunately, or maybe that is fortunately, Gabriel would not listen to her protests. He picked her up as if she weighed nothing more than a feathered pillow, and marched to the bathroom. 

The shower in his hotel room was sheer heaven, and still held the power to impress her even though she had taken a shower in it the night before. The ceiling of the shower was at least eight feet high, four feet wide with gold veined marble tiles. There was no showerhead. Instead, the water rained down from the ceiling as if a wayward rain cloud had lost its way. The extravagance of the shower paled in comparison to Gabriel's splendor, an angel whose wings had been clipped.

It was with irritation and a heavy heart when Honoria's internal alarm woke her at six in the morning. Gabriel was so tired he had not even stirred as she left the bed. 

There was no denying he was a well-made man. His hair was tousled, and his face relaxed in repose. The whole picture was all too tempting especially since Honor would be going through the morning on very little sleep.

Something inside her turned soft and feminine. The feeling grew into a need to demand from him so much more than he was willing to give. That scared her more than facing her worst fears. 

When she left the room fully dressed, she was determined that she would take a step back. She gave him more than just her body. He managed to ravage her mind until thought was impossible. It was only one step away from claiming her heart and soul. That was something she could not allow. Not if she wanted to walk away from her vacation with nothing more than pleasant memories. At this rate, she would be walking away with a broken heart, broken dreams, and bittersweet memories. 

Even though Honor's mind and body were in turmoil, she still had the presence of mind to leave Gabriel a message at the front desk, sending her regrets about leaving so early and informing him what time she would be at his suite later. 

--~~--

It was eight in the morning, the time Michael insisted they have breakfast. Honoria was barely awake and she hoped having food would help give her enough energy to make it through the meeting. Afterwards, she planned to stumble back to her hotel room and have a long nap sans sexy hard male body pillow. 

She blindly stared at her menu, her eyes unable to focus. Setting it aside with a heavy sigh, she decided she would just have waffles, eggs, and orange juice. There was no need to frustrate her fragile sanity by making a complicated affair out of ordering breakfast. 

"Are you ready to order?" A young waiter, who seemed just as tired as Honor, looked at her and waited expectantly.

"Ummm...waffles, scrambled eggs, and large orange juice." She mumbled the sentence feebly; surprised the waiter was able to understand.

"You want any type of fruit on your waffles?" He scribbled furiously on his pad.

The question brought Honor's tired yet gutter, driven mind back to Gabriel and the strawberries. In a panic, she was barely able to hold back from screaming "no" at the waiter. Instead, she shook her head in the negative. It was safer than verbal communication.

Michael, unaware of Honor's discomfort, ordered a breakfast fit for a lumberjack and insisted on a bowl of strawberries. After the waiter left with their orders, he smiled at her.

"Strawberries are good for the brain. I guess you could say I have a superstition when it comes to them. Can't go into a meeting or decide on anything major unless I have strawberries for breakfast." That said; he started telling her about the meeting she agreed to translate for.

He was going over the outline of the meeting, what his company was trying to accomplish. Honoria studiously hoped it was something she could bluff her way through because she could not bring her mind to focus on the task at hand. It was firmly entrenched in perverse thoughts. 

Her infernal mind kept playing over the events of last night -- the most erotic and exciting night of her life -- over and over again. The wayward thoughts were already causing certain parts of her body to react. She could feel her breasts swell with the memories. Her were nipples begging to be played with. 

Most alarming was the tingling sensation that started to become more and more insistent as she fidgeted in her chair. Her distended clit was hitting the seam of her pants in a way that was driving her crazy. She was starting to become wet, and she feared people would be able to see a moist spot on her jeans if she stood up. 

Things were slowly getting out of hand. Luckily Michael's attention was firmly on the notes in his hands. He kept talking all the way through her ordeal. Honoria became more distressed when the waiter brought the tray filled with their order. He plopped the bowl of strawberries in the middle of the table with a decisive "thud." 

Honor's eyes widened, she could see nothing but the strawberries think of nothing other than the places Gabriel had put them - and sucked them out - the night before. She was breathing hard; her mind firmly entrenched in sexual images, damn strawberries. Her body burned for release, but the object of her desires was nowhere to be found.

Briefly, she looked across the table at Michael. As far as she was concerned, Gabriel never demanded a monogamous fling. Michael definitely had the equipment to ease her ache temporarily. Her mind vehemently rejected the thought.

It was not just the equipment that sated her, it was the way Gabe went about doing it. It was about the way he touched her, the way he licked her, and the way he thrust in a rhythm that was uniquely him. She knew it would have been different with Michael and he would not have been able to satisfy her.

Honoria stood up, bumping the table with her knee. The unexpected pain did little to help her desire; somehow it managed to mix with the sexual throb to make it more demanding. "I have to go to the lady's room!" Without an answer, she turned and nearly ran to the feminine haven.

Luck was with her. There was no one in the room when she entered, and she pleaded with any deity who would listen that no one would enter while she was otherwise occupied. Honor went into the farthest stall, made sure the lock was firmly in place, and undid her pants, pulling her underwear down along with them.

Masturbation never worked before, but she had never been so worked up. She had never felt the heat radiating from her weeping cunt. Her underwear was soaked through; thank god the wetness had not seeped into her jeans. 

Images of Gabriel flooded her mind. His intensely blue eyes filled with hunger and lust took up a prominent place in her vivid fantasies. She pulled up her shirt and kneaded her breasts, tweaked her nipples. The sensations raced down her overheated body to her quivering pussy. 

Her right hand traveled down her body, over her gently rounded stomach, into the thatch of brown curls. She used her index finger to swirl around her clit before pressing it. Honor's breath hitched at the sensation. If only Gabe's talented and agile tongue could replace her finger. 

Honoria spread her legs as far as her restraining pants would allow, then plunged two fingers into her awaiting cunt as far as they would go. Her sob of need echoed in the empty bathroom. At that moment, she wished she had something bigger because her fingers were barely able to assuage her need. She desperately needed Gabriel's cock, hard and pumping into her with brute force. She needed his strength to overtake her, his scandalous words to drown her in pleasure. 

Her fingers managed to find the magic button her lover was so adept at locating. She bucked off the bathroom wall with the force of her reaction. Her left hand reached up to the top of the stall, she needed help standing or she would have fallen. 

The images of a sensual man with knowing blue eyes and a body as sleek as a jungle cat's spurred her wild, untamed passion. Her fingers furiously pumped in and out of her, making sure to hit her g-spot every time. The thumb was working her clit to add fire to the stimulation. 

She could feel the explosion building, the abyss leading to oblivion drawing ever closer. Biting her left arm to stifle her scream of completion, Honoria swore an atomic bomb detonated inside of her. She lost track of time as she slid down the wall of the stall onto the floor, a boneless mass of partially satisfied woman yearning for a blue-eyed devil in the guise of a sinfully illusive angel.

--~~--

Honor's excursion into the bathroom had given her some semblance of control, though she kept her sights firmly on her plate, and did not stray to the strawberries still sitting at the center of the table. If Michael found her actions questionable, he said nothing and she was happy he kept a discreet air about him. Did he know what she did in the bathroom? Did anyone walk in on her?

The thoughts of the possibility only served to threaten her control, so she firmly kept her mind on the meeting. She was immensely happy when they were finally ready to part ways. After a quick farewell and a promise she would be at the business meeting the next day, she ran straight to her hotel and sought refuge in her room. 

--~~--

Gabriel read the note four times and was amazed at the audacity of the woman. She snuck out of his bed without his knowledge. That had never happened to him since his high school days. After he learned the art of seduction, practicing his expertise every chance he got, not one woman had left his bed. He had always been the one to leave theirs.

It was unsettling knowing he did not have any control over the woman he intended to marry. Gabe crumpled the note in his hand as he continued on to the lush dinning area of the hotel, anger making his steps swift. 

If he had not made a prior engagement with one of his poker friends to meet for lunch, he would have sought out his wayward bride-to-be to drag her back to his bed where she belonged. He was a man used to having a woman always at his disposal.  

Gabe's fiery eyes scanned the casino of the hotel, skimming over each woman that came into view. He could have easily propositioned any woman to see to his morning needs, but he knew it would have been empty, like it had been so many times before. 

His nighttime sex bunny had -- astonishingly enough -- been able to engage all his senses, shatter his massive control. She was a type of woman he had never encountered, a sexual novice. That fact had only proved to heighten his undying interest in her. She would be easy to mold, to teach what he liked in a bedmate, to constantly crave his touch because she knew the expert touch of no other feminine connoisseur. 

Her enthusiasm and willingness to learn was an added bonus. She may not have been skilled, in fact there was a lot for her still to learn, but she was very willing to please him. That, above all else, was what pleased him most...it also puzzled him.

He knew her kind well. Her kind did not hop into bed with just any man because their emotions were firmly attached to the physical act of sex. He stopped at the threshold to the restaurant section of the hotel. 

She might have come to him looking for an illicit affair, something to pass her nights while she was enjoying Los Vegas, but things had changed since their first night together. That first night had been fast and heated. Nothing more than two people squelching the lust that flared readily between them. Lately, especially last night, the sex had been meaningful, deeper. 

Last night had not been sex; it had been making love. He craved and enjoyed coaxing the sighs, squeals, and screams from her kiss swollen lips. Watching her as he had given her a new experience was something he treasured. It was a novel gift she unknowingly gave him. 

Could it be he harbored some deeper emotions for her, something that transcended the blissfully sexual? Gabriel had always expected to find a potential wife he would lust after, constantly want, and never tire of. He never expected to have such tender emotions, something beyond respect and honorability.

Gabriel continued his journey to the restaurant, mentally filing his thoughts and realizations into the back of his mind to be pondered at a later time.

--~~--

Honoria felt refreshed after a three-hour nap. She was in search of Jasper for their lunch and theater date. There was an excited thrill at seeing him again. It was not the desirous thrill she felt with Gabe, but a tame desire to spend time with a good friend. She would not trade Gabe's sexual experience for anything, but there was a lot to be said about a good friendship.

Friendship was something she would never have with Gabe. He was only interested in women as objects for his pleasure and nothing more. Currently she had no problems with his view since she was the one reaping the rewards, but it was also sad there would never be more between them. If only...

Honor shook the "what ifs" out of her head, there was no point dwelling on things that would never happen. She had to appreciate what she had and be happy about it. Great sex, pleasant friendship, and extra money to spend on her vacation, those made her vacation more than she had originally planned. All she ever expected out of her vacation was a bit of fun, relaxation, and an empty wallet when she returned home. 

Jasper was patiently waiting outside the restaurant. He looked a little nervous, shuffling from one foot to the other as if he could not keep still. They had only just met yesterday, but he seemed to be behaving oddly. Honor approached him as if he were a cornered wild animal. 

"Hi, Jasper," her smile was warm and sunny; the tone of her voice was amiable. "Are you okay? It looks like your having trouble standing still." She winced inwardly, that was too straightforward. Subtlety was never her strong point.

He looked momentarily taken aback, as if she had spoken another language. "No, no, nothing at all. Are you hungry?" In a gallant gesture, he offered his elbow to her.

Honor's stomach took the opportunity to rumble its own answer. Her left hand patted her stomach in an attempt to temporarily appease it. She took his elbow with her right and flashed a sheepish smile. "My neglected stomach says yes." Of course she was hungry, for the past few nights she had been engaging in marathon sex with a man who seemed to have endless stamina.

They ate a hearty lunch, Jasper commented on her exuberant appetite. To which she told him she had been so impressed by the workout facilities at her hotel she could not help but exercise the night away. She hated to lie to such a nice man, but told herself it was close to the truth.

For two hours they sat at the table learning about each other. Jasper was amazed at her aptitude for knowing odd facts. He also appreciated how smart she was. Whenever he steered the conversation towards intellectual topics, she had a ready opinion and substantial arguments to back up her stances. He could hear the chiming of spectral wedding bells.

When it was time to meander to the magic show, they did it arm-in-arm. The magic show, though the tickets were noticeably cheaper than those of a headliner magician, was surprisingly good. They "oohed" and "aaahhed" after every magic trick, they wondered at the mechanics of the illusion they had just witnessed, and they raised their hands to volunteer for a trick, disappointed when they were not picked. 

After the show, they slowly walked out, both a little depressed to see the magic end. Honor had stars in her eyes, and Jared still heard the sound of wedding bells. 




Honor's Folly Ch. 03



She looked at her watch and sighed. Six on the dot and she needed another nap. Common sense told her Gabriel could not possibly keep up his level of performance for yet another night, but she was not about to underestimate him. She already did it once and was not a woman to be twice fooled. Better to be prepared. Maybe an energy drink would help?

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Honoria gave him a dazzling smile hoping he would stick with their companionable outings since she found them enjoyable. 

The glow of exuberance and excitement dimmed on Jared's face. "I'm busy tomorrow. This is supposed to be my vacation, but things happen. I'm actually busy the next day too. I promised some friends of mine that I would spend time with them." He gave a helpless shrug. Then he brightened like an eager puppy. "Why don't you come with me, meet my friends? You could be my good luck charm in our little poker game!" It would also be the perfect way to introduce his friends to his future bride.

Watching a poker game did not sound bad. Maybe she could learn how the game was played and the strategy to go along with it. "Sure, I'll go. When and where should we meet?"

Jared tamped down his joy. There was no need to give away his thoughts and feelings. While he planned to marry her someday, he did not want to rush her into anything. She might run away if he took things too fast. In a nonchalant manner he replied, "The lobby of this hotel around one the day after tomorrow." 

Honor nodded as she made a mental note. "I'll be there. Now I have to go. I need to get ready for my exercise routine later tonight."

He was impressed with her diligence with keeping in shape. "Exercising at night must help you sleep. I bet you pass out when your head hits the pillow."

"Ummmm.... actually I have a surprisingly hard time sleeping but I can't seem to stop." With that, she turned and went to the elevators.

--~~--

The elevator chimed merrily in the sex-charged atmosphere announcing Honoria's arrival. She felt it the second the doors opened. Things were different tonight. Gabe was normally upfront about his seductions, his lessons, but he was nowhere to be seen on the first floor. 

The penthouse was silent as she mounted the stairs to the bedroom. She stopped on the top step, sensing his presence, but not seeing him. Her whole body tensed; ready to flee like a frightened doe at the first sign of trouble. What was he up to? 

Honor did not like the game he was playing tonight. Lust had always been like a sledgehammer hitting them both over the head with a resounding blow, but she had never felt so hunted. She had never given him a reason to hunt her, being accommodating to his sexual needs during the night. 

Strong arms captured her from behind. She felt a strong, hard body hold her in place, a noticeable hard-on nestled contentedly into her bottom. Her instincts told her who it was. After two nights, her body was well attuned with his, but could not relax. She took a breath to say something, but was interrupted by him.

"Not a word, naughty bunny. I would hate to bind your mouth especially when I'm going to need it later." His words were hard and cold, leaving her to draw her own conclusions as to his intentions towards her mouth. There was no playfulness tonight. "You weren't in my bed this morning, and you need to be punished for not taking care of my morning needs."

She tried again to say something, but his hand bound her mouth to silence. He tisked at her blatant attempt at disobedience, "Lets get you out of that dress. While I like you in it and would love to lick it off you, I need you naked for this next lesson."

Roughly he jerked the zipper down. He released her mouth, trusting that she would heed his warnings. Freeing her arms, he yanked the straps down, making sure the dress fell all the way to the floor leaving her completely naked. In a firm yet gentle grip, Gabe led her over to the bed like a guard escorting a prisoner to her cell. 

Excitement coursed through Honor. She had no clue what he had planned, but his highhanded manner turned her on beyond anything he had ever done before. He was dominating her, showing her who was boss in the bed. She did not tell him her reluctance in leaving his bed, her battle with the need to crawl back in and lounge all day and into another night. The thought of ways he might punish her flashed through her mind, every one of them a study in intense pleasure. Not once did she think of any pain that could be inflicted, she trusted him too much to think of him hurting her in any way.

Gabe pushed her down onto her back. He scrutinized her curvy body, pale upon the dark contours of his luxuriant sheets. Her hair looked like a bonfire against the backdrop of purest night. There was no way he would ever be able to get enough of her. Possession coursed through his blood, spurring him on. His prized bunny must be made to understand she belonged to him. Before the night was over, she would have revealed her soul to him – he would finally know her name.

She was amazingly calm as he looked at her, lust burning in his eyes. He had the power to make her feel like a desirably goddess in a world intent on ignoring her beauty. A warrior god was claiming her in the basest way. If only things were different. She did not want to walk away from him, did not know where she would find the strength with the time came. Her heart beat painfully in her chest.

Honor watched as he opened the nightstand drawer. She was adamant to remember everything that went on between them. It would be these memories she would take out on particularly lonely nights, when her bed was ice cold and no amount of blankets would be able to warm her.   

He pulled out purple silk scarves from the drawer. Each scarf looked delicate and shimmered in the scant lighting. She wondered what they were for and opened her mouth in an attempt to ask. One stern look from him had her closing her mouth again. Apparently, he wanted the planned events of the night to be a surprise.

Gabe took her right hand, finding her nonresistant to his manipulation. He was secretly pleased she trusted him enough to let him do whatever he wished. Using the silk scarf, he tied her hand to the bed, making sure he did not cut off the flow of blood to her hand. Then he walked to the other side and secured her left hand. He found no fear in her gaze, only strong curiosity.

He climbed onto the bed and used the third scarf to bind her eyes. The silk might have been sheer in a single weave, but it was impossible to see through once doubled up. She felt a thrill shoot through her. Without her eyes, she could not tell where he was in the room.

"I was very put out when I didn't find you in my bed this morning. You need to learn it's impolite to sneak out of your lover's bed without letting him know." It was eerie having a voice come at you from the darkness. 

There was a buzzing noise in the room. Honor, being naive about such thing, did not have a clue what it was. The buzzing stopped as soon as it had started, leaving her in anticipation of what he would do next. Then, he shoved something inside her wet passage. It was as long as his dick, a little thicker. There was a clicking noise and the instrument inside her started to vibrate!

Honor squeaked at the sensation. It made her juices flow even more than before. Her breathing was turning choppy as the familiar coiling sensation gathered in the center of her being. She was ready to orgasm when the vibration stopped. A pitiful whimper escaped her throat. He chuckled somewhere near her thighs. 

"Liked that did you?" Gabe taunted. She nodded vehemently and lifted her hips to show that she wanted more. She wanted to come so badly. He chuckled again before he turned it back on. For some reason, the vibration was not as intense as the first time. She squirmed around on the bed.

Gabe stood up and went to the spiral stairs. "I'm going down to watch some TV. When I get back, I expect answers to my questions. If you continue to be stubborn, then we'll have to keep doing this until you give in." She heard him descend the stairs out of the bedroom.

Honor was desperate to orgasm. The stimulus kept her on edge, but the low setting was not enough to push her over. She wiggled around in the hopes that the constantly vibrating dildo would hit her clit or her g-spot in an effort to give her what she wanted. Unfortunately the vibrator was pushed far into her so that no part of it was left out to reach her erect nub. Being tied to the bed gave her a limited range of movement and it was not enough to position in such a way that the humming dildo would hit that magic spot inside.

She was left in desperate need with only two options in front of her. The first option was to bow to his will and tell him everything he wanted to know. The second was to give him nothing and continue being sexually tortured until he tired of his little game. Neither option was very appealing. 

Answering his questions would be forcing her to give more of herself than just her body. She would be giving him insight into where she came from, who she was, what made her essentially Honoria. Giving him the information he desired would be like handing over her heart on a silver platter. Although if she kept steadfast and quiet, there was a good chance he would give up without completing her orgasm. Worse, he would probably break off their temporary affair.

Tears started to gather in her eyes and were absorbed by the blindfold. Her hips wiggled around some more, trying again to gain the satisfaction that was frustratingly out of reach. She had to make a decision and she had to make it before he came back.

--~~--

Gabe looked at the clock on the stand next to the couch. A half an hour had passed since he left her. He gazed down at his erection proudly protruding from its dark nest. During his wait, his cock had not deflated. Just the thought of her on the edge of her orgasm was enough to keep him hard. He hoped she would not be stubborn after this little demonstration of his preferred torture method. 

He rose from the couch with the wish she would answer all his questions. Maybe even tell him her name. He understood why she kept it from him. It would be easier to walk away from him if she did not invest too much of herself in their assumed temporary relationship.

He took the stairs two at a time, impatient to see the results of his torture session. The sight that greeted him was not disappointing.

His dirty bunny was writhing on the bed, groaning and moaning for a release that was just out of reach. He approached the bed using a lazy pace refusing to give in to his eagerness. His heart beat faster in his chest as he saw her sweet pussy.

The lips were swollen with blood and glistening with the juices of her arousal. He swore he could see them pulse in need. Her clit was painfully distended, begging for any kind of stimulus. He smirked to himself as his cock jumped in anticipation.  

Gabe reached the side of the bed and looked down into his little bunny's face. Her teeth were clenched and he could see the wetness on the blindfold from her tears. She looked beautiful in her torment.

His gaze traveled down her body, taking note of the rest of her -- her skin was damp with perspiration, her breasts plump with expectation, and her nipples pebbled and desperately eager. Gabe wondered if one light touch, such as a gentle breath, would send her over the edge into oblivion. He was tempted to test his theory, but loathed losing his advantage. 

He kneeled down next to the bed, bringing his mouth close to her ear. She stilled as she felt his breath feather across her sensitive earlobe. 

"What do you want?" he asked.

"To come!" she answered. "Please let me come. I need it." Her pleading died off in a whimper.

Gabe smiled to himself. He would start off asking her general questions, nothing detailed because he was as hard as a rock and as desperate to come as her. Anticipation spurred him on. 

When he started, he asked mundane questions about the colors she liked, if she preferred cats or dogs. By three in the morning she was telling him her life story.

"Stop, please!" she yelled out as another orgasm rippled through her body.

A strange light made Gabe's eyes seem iridescent, otherworldly. He plunged the vibrator in and out of her with purpose, turning up the intensity with his index finger. Honor cried out as orgasm after orgasm toppled over each other. 

He had disposed of the blindfold hours ago when it was clear her body was hyper sensitive to his slightest touch. When he needed time to recover, he used the vibrator. If she had not given him a satisfactory answer to any of his questions, he withdrew and teased her mercilessly with light touches.

"Tell me, bunny. What was the most erotic thing you've ever done? Something you've never told anyone else?"

Her body arched off the bed, trying to keep the vibrator in her body as he withdrew it. He leaned in to lightly swirl his tongue around her nipple. She screamed violently as the sensation shot down to her cunt, her stomach contracting.

His hand lightly trailed a path from below her breasts slowly to the edge of the curls guarding her well-used cunt. He stopped, leaving his finger there, the promise of stimulation that would take her over the edge again.

She was tired of orgasms, but needed them badly when he teased her. Sometime during the night, she desperately tried to seduce him into untying her. She made promises never intending to keep any of them. She even tried to tempt him with her name. He knew he had the upper hand and ignored her frantic attempts.

Honor knew Gabe could easily research her name from the information he had wrung out of her. She also knew he would not because he wanted her to tell him her name – of her own free will or not. It would be her surrender. The problem was she already surrendered to him.

In the midst of one of her orgasmic deliriums, she realized she loved him. Her name was the only thing standing between them. If she gave it up, she may was well give up her pride by pleading him for forever.

She gave a blood-curdling scream when he started lightly stroking her clit. The stimulation was still not enough to send her over the edge. 

Gabe savored the sound. His member hardened, readying to torture more information from her. 

"All you have to do is answer my simple question and I'll give you everything you crave," he cajoled.

"I kissed my best friend when I was nineteen!" she yelled.

He paused in his torment, earning a whimper from her. "I assume your best friend was a girl. What type of kiss was it?"

"Yes," she moaned, "my best friend was a girl. She wanted to know what it was like to kiss another girl -- tongues and all."

"Did you like it?"

Honor remained silent. He plunged a finger inside her and stilled.

"Yes, I liked it," she said in frustrated anger.

Gabe smiled devilishly, his hungry cock jerking at the image of his dirty little bunny kissing another woman...her beautifully responsive pussy getting wet.

"Is that all you did with your friend?" His finger moved slowly in and out.

A pause, "Yes," she reluctantly said.

He did not believe her. His finger stopped again. "You're lying." He withdrew his finger.

"We did more," she said in a rush, wanting the feel of his finger back inside her. She needed anything that would send her over. She needed to come!

Gabe mounted her, the head of his cock touching the outer lips of her sex. "Tell me in detail," he demanded, "leave nothing out." 

"She...she started to touch me...under my clothes," Honor reluctantly began. "I was lost in the moment and kinda went with it."

An evil grin spread across his lips. "How did you 'go with it?'" he asked. To remind her he was not going to fulfill her needs until she fulfilled his request, he rubbed the tip of his erection in her sopping wet folds. Her moisture coated the tip and dripped down his cock. She whimpered a plea and wiggled her hips.

"I touched her too," she said breathlessly. "We took off our clothes and our kisses grew more...intense."

Gabe growled as he pictured his dirty bunny having sex with another woman. He was filled with lust and jealousy. He breathed slowly, trying to control himself. She was driving him crazy with her confession; he thought he would come without plunging into her.

"Go on. Keep telling me until you're done," he growled.

Honor's started to pant with need and unbearable arousal. "She put her fingers in her, plunging them in a few times. Then she lifted them to my mouth and told me to suck them." Her hips wiggled more and managed to slip the tip of his engorged cock into her. She groaned in triumph as she went on.

"She laid me down, started to kiss and suck her way down my body. God," she gasped, "she paid close attention to my breasts. It was like she couldn't get enough. She finally reached my...my vagina. It was the first time anyone had ever gone down on me."


He plunged the rest of the way into her, unable to wait any longer. Honor let out a strangled cry. "Did you taste her?" he shuddered with the image as he asked the question.

"I couldn't help myself," she answered. "We lapped at each other. I'd never been so wet, not with any of the men I had been with before."

Gabe's hold on her hips turned punishing at the mention of other men. She knew she would have bruises in the morning, but she did not care.

"I stuck my fingers in her, trying to go as deep as I could," she went on. "That was enough to send her over. During her orgasm, she sucked my clit so hard that it set me off."

Through the rest of her story, he started to speed up until he was mercilessly ramming into her. His right hand slipped from her hip to her painfully hard nub. 

"You mean this?" he asked. "She sucked this delicious little morsel into her mouth?" 

"YES," Honor screamed, pulling on the bonds at her wrists.

"What did she taste like, bunny?" he was delirious, the lust riding him hard. Jealousy was goading him. 

"Sweet like pineapples," came the breathy whisper.

"Did she taste better than me?" he gritted out.

"No. Your musky, salty taste is better than anything...even her."

"Who do you belong to?!" he roared the question as he came. It was the most intense orgasm he ever had, seeming to be endless in its strength.

"You!" she screamed the reply, lost in her own orgasm. The intensity of their pleasure was overwhelming. It felt like the world had stopped and waited until they came back to their senses.

Gabriel collapsed on top of her; he barely had the strength to untie her hands. He nuzzled into her neck. When she did not respond, he lifted himself on shaky arms to look into her face. 

His poor bunny had passed out in her orgasmic bliss. He smiled to himself sure that she would still be in his bed by the time he woke up. As he drifted off to sleep, he belatedly realized he forgot to ask her name.



Honor's Folly



They moved together in unison, he instinctively knew that his orgasm would be the most explosive he ever had, she desperate for her second orgasm in her limited sexual history. Their bodies were sweaty with the single-minded need to reach completion, and then it hit her. "God, yes!" She screamed as her nails dug into his back.

The small pain from her hands spurred Gabe's orgasm. With one powerful lung, he groaned as his seed spurted out of him in never ending ropes. He was paralyzed with the force of his release. When it was all over, they collapsed in an exhausted mass of flesh.

Gabe did not seem inclined to move, but he did anyway. Moving to her right side, he pulled her towards him. Honor cuddled up close and closed her eyes. Before she went to sleep, she was secretly glade that she went on birth control a month before her trip. She had a hunch that she would be having sex more than just the one night she allotted herself.