Sloppy and demanding

So far in Jason's courtship of Charlotte, she had successfully avoided his attempts to guide her away from her Aunt's watchful eyes. So the only times they had shared any type of intimacy had been brief hugs and chaste kisses on her cheeks. Clearly this was not what Jason had in mind this time; the grip under her chin tightened as his mouth covered hers in a sloppy ****. Charlotte could not help compare her response to Jason's kiss to how eagerly she surrendered to Black Brand's. This time she had no desire to return the kiss, and when Jason's tongue stabbed at her salty lips she pressed them tightly together denying him access to her mouth. If she thought her stubborn defiance might communicate her true feelings about the situation she was sadly disappointed.

"You'll change your aloof ways Miss Marlton." Jason's knee slammed into her thighs and his other hand grabbed a fistful of her hair forcing her head backwards. The combination of the blow to her legs and the vicious jerk on her head caused her to gasp aloud and Jason took advantage of her momentary lapse to **** his tongue between her teeth. She wanted to bite at Worthington but the hand wrapped around her jaw pressed painfully at a pressure point that kept her mouth open in spite of her intentions. Even as she felt bile rise in her gullet. Charlotte wondered where Jason had learned this particular technique and how many other victims had been subjected to his unwanted kisses. The demanding kiss seemed to last forever, but in spite of the intimacy of the contact, Charlotte felt nothing but irritation and disgust. The only thing that made the **** bearable was that his hands where fully occupied holding her open for his kiss so she did not have to endure feeling him grope at her as he plundered her mouth.

"You're a lousy kisser, Charlie." Jason announced as her finally stepped back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I shouldn't have expected much from a frigid recluse like you, but you'll have to do better than that once we're married."

Jason missed the sharp look of anger that flashed across Miss Dunning's normally placid face, but Charlotte saw exactly how much Priscilla disliked hearing the target of her intentions talking casually about marrying Charlotte instead of her. The irony of course was that by now, Charlotte knew with absolute certainty that she'd rather throw herself into the sea than marry Lord Worthington. Even as she planned her dramatic martyrdom, Miss Dunning replaced the scowl from her face with a bright smile and slipped her arm around Jason's waist.

"Kiss me instead, Lord Worthington." She purred, "watching you tame this haughty maiden has me aching for your masterful touch." The pretty blonde lifted her lips expectantly, but with what sounded almost like a grunt of annoyance Jason pushed her away and reached for Charlotte's breasts.

"These aren't as plump as yours, Pricilla my needy wench," Jason laughed softly, "but I've been trying to get my hands on them for a couple months now. If only I knew all I had to do was take what I wanted." Any attempt to evade his groping was made impossible by the rope stretching her arms over her head, and so Charlotte had to use her words to slow the **** on her suspended body.

"Jason!" She hissed, "This is not a game, I want you to stop. Now!" She might as well have been talking to one of the sows in the manor pig-pen, Jason didn't even seem to hear her words as his hand slipped into her dress and cupped her breast. Like his kiss, this was not a gentle caress but a rough kneading of her tender flesh. To her horror, in spite of how much she resented his coarse groping, her nipple tightened into a bud and when his fingers found the nub his laugh got even nastier.

"I should have guessed you liked it rough." His fingers twisted viciously on the hard nub and pulled upwards lifting her to her toes as the flesh stretched causing her to moan in pain. "I like hearing you whimper, Charlie." Jason whispered harshly even as his hand moved to her other breast and resumed the rough ****, "are you going to cry out like that when I ram my scepter up into you or has some other man plucked your cherry?" The bold question reminded Charlotte that there was more at stake her than just her dignity.

The irony of being taken by a peer of the realm when the supposed outlaw let her go after capturing her was not lost on Charlotte. Remembering how she had responded to Black Brand's kiss, she realized with a profound sense of regret that she would have much rather been ravished by the brazen outlaw than this supposed gentleman suitor.

"You can't, Jason!" Her teary eyes turned to Priscilla, "Tell him; make him stop, you promised!"