What man wouldn't?

A tiny part of Charlotte clung to the hope that she had misjudged Jason and that when presented with a test of character like this that he would in fact do the honourable thing, but one look at his smug grin dashed that last hope. The was an excitement in his expression that made Charlotte wonder how many other young women found themselves at his mercy. That he carried with him in his saddlebag a thin cord of braided leather and wire only added to her concerns.

"Don't fret now, Kitten." Miss Dunning encouraged her sweetly, "It's just a game, and when we're all done playing, you can go right back to being the virginal ice-maiden of your estate." Charlotte glanced from Priscilla to Jason, is that how her 'friends' thought of her? With a skillful flick of his wrist, Jason sent the cord wrapping around her arm and he pulled her to the side of his dark-haired hunter before she could free herself. Without even dismounting Jason was able to bind her wrists together so she was **** to follow him as he walked his horse forward or risk being dragged along the grassy path.

"Come along like a good girl, Charlotte." Jason touched his heels to his hunter's flanks.

"Oh no, Jason, we can't call her Charlotte, Priscilla laughed gayly, this is Cyneorl the youngest daughter of the late Eorl of Eddenbury." Charlotte could only imagine the fate of a Saxon maiden in the hands of a conquering knight.

"Late?" Jason picked up on slightly stressed adjective, "How did the Saxon lord meet his end?"

"It seems," Priscilla seemed delighted that Jason was happily playing along, "the treasonous Eorl and his men were part of a revolt against King William. Cyneorl here, was found hiding in a nearby convent after the battle. The titles, and lands of Eddenbury were given to you to subjugate and make your own - along with his sweet, unwed daughter."

All too soon the vine covered ruins of St. Teresa's could be seen in a small clearing in the woodlands and without any hesitation Jason led her through the open arched gateway and dismounted surveying the old walls that still stood even though the roof and windows were long gone. It did look a little like the ruins of a castle, but Jason seemed more interested in his prize than the bones of the old sanctuary. The man led her to where he could loop the rope over an outcropping of stonework and pull the rope taught so she was all but hanging from her arms with her feet just reaching the mossy paving stone floor.

"Very nice, Lord Worthington." Priscilla appeared by Jason's side and admired the pretty picture of Charlotte strung up against the rough stonewall. "That is just how a Norman master might hang his prize." If Charlotte had any hope that Priscilla would object to this rough treatment, the smile on the pretty blonde's face was enough to kill it. "Go ahead, Jason. Show our innocent Cyneorl how a man tames a rebellious Saxon maid." With a boyish grin, Jason closed the gap between them, and with one hand holding her chin firmly he lowered his lips to Charlotte's.

So far in Jason's courtship of Charlotte, she had successfully avoided his attempts to guide her away from her Aunt's watchful eyes. 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. She felt no desire to return this 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 want to fight the inevitable?" Jason seemed more amused by her reticence than put off by it. "You won't be the first girl that I've had persuade." His 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. 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.