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.