Chapter Ten: The Door Burst Open and -

"What, right here? You can't be serious, love!" Bordon exclaimed. He gazed down at Harmony, her skirts hiked around her thighs. Her legs were pale and shapely, Bordon licked his lips as he stared at them.

"Oh, I am serious, my lover. Right here, right now. They will bow to your prowess, my sweetness! I assure you!" Harmony laughed at Bordon's expression. She raised her skirts higher, past the garters holding her stockings around her thighs and higher again until they were bunched around her waist. "Well?" She asked, as she parted her legs.

"I can't pleasure you here! In the middle of the corridor! What if someone comes!"

"My love - believe me, someone will definitely come! Don't be so bashful - lets show them what you are capable of, these cocksure Colonels, that are always trying to drag me off to their bed. Perhaps I should let them, they seem to be far more adventurous than you!"

"Hell, no - you are mine!" Bordon growled. He dropped to his knees before her and with an ache between his legs he began to pleasure Harmony with his tongue, delving within her folds and circling her quim with hard strokes.

Still holding her skirts high with one hand, Harmony lowered her other hand, winding her fingers through Bordon's russet colored hair. Her heart was pounding and she gasped as a thrilling heat began to suffuse her body, emanating from her core. With a quick glance up and down the hallway, Harmony squeezed her eyes closed tight and began to rock her hips, moaning inarticulately and begging for more.

Bordon was ruthless, he dove two gloved fingers deep inside her, pumping them in and out while he nipped and suckled her quim, his breathing became ragged as his tongue pressed ever harder against her. It took a good few minutes, but Harmony finally came, her legs sagged, the force of her climax left her knees weak.

Bordon stood up and gazed at her flushed face, her full lips curled up in a silly smile of contentment. The ache in his breeches was unbearable, his fingers tore along the buttons of his breeches and he leaned forward to kiss Harmony hard. She could taste herself on his tongue and she moaned with enjoyment. Bordon frantically shoved his breeches down enough to free his aching erection. He lifted her to the door, wrapped her legs around his hips and entered her with one smooth stroke.

The door shook and creaked as Bordon impaled Harmony against it, buried within her hot, velvety cave to the hilt. His member jerked and twitched in response to being so thoroughly engulfed, the pleasure threatened to send him over the edge into madness. The moment passed, his body was under his control again and he began to slowly stroke in and out of her. He brushed his lips against hers softly at first, then as his need grew he kissed her more deeply, his tongue invaded her mouth. Bordon's heart was pounding so hard he imagined it could burst through his rib cage

"Oh, Richard!" Harmony moaned against his lips. "I could never let you go without me, oh, you are so wonderful!"

"I know," Bordon smirked, then laughed aloud when she struck him on the back of the head. "You are too, my darling Harmony." He crushed his lips to hers again and set to work. His muscled bunched under his shoulders with the effort of holding her and his buttocks clenched as he drove into her.

"Agh, ah, agh, ah," Bordon grunted. His hips where moving back and forth with fury, thrusting in and out of her, the closed door was rattling against the doorjamb. "Ah, yes... You are so tight, Harmony!" He groaned with pleasure, heat surging through his veins. "So hot!" He held her waist with a tight grip as he bucked back and forth, driving her higher up the door .

"Oh, Bordon! God!" Harmony gasped and ground down against him. Bordon lowered his lips to her neck, suckling gently at first, then hard enough to leave large purple bruises on her neck, marking her. He wanted other men to know she was taken, she was his. Harmony moaned again with pleasure.

"I'm close, love, God, I am coming!" Bordon growled, he punched in and out of her, deep enough to feel her canopy deep within her. "Aghhhh!" He cried out as he came, his seed spurting deep inside her in pulses.

The lock on the door suddenly broke and the door slammed open so fast that Bordon and Harmony lurched into the room and fell to the floor in heap. Harmony fell to her rump, with Bordon laying on top of her, at Tavington's feet. The doxy who had been pleasuring Tavington gasped and jerked away to avoid being crushed by Bordon and Harmony.

Tavington lurched up from the bed and Bordon looked up at the naked Commander with a sheepish smile on his face. He had still somehow managed to stay deep inside Harmony.

She, Harmony began to laugh. She giggled beneath him and then started to laugh so hard, her muscles deep within her convulsed and Bordon's erection was forced from her body.

"You laughed me out!" Bordon complained.

"The l-look on th-their f-faces!" She managed through her mirth, "Oh, I c-can't b-breathe!" Harmony half sat, half turned onto her side as Bordon pushed himself up to his knees, her eyes where streaming tears and her laughter ripped from her.

"Oh dear..." a naked Banastre said from the bed, drawing Bordon's attention.

Richard tilted his head to one side as he looked at the other Officer quizzically, trying to figure out what Banastre had been doing. He was laying on top of his doxy, she was beneath him, but her head was at the other end of the bed. Banastre's face was between her legs. Richard's eyes widened with realization.

They pleasured each other with their mouths, at the same time!

"Harmony, can we do that?" Bordon asked, as excited as a school boy.

Harmony turned to look. She had to wipe the tears from her eyes first, all she could see was a blurry Tarleton, swimming in her vision.

"Oh, yes, my darling. We can do that..!" She began to laugh again as Bordon stood up and quickly shoved his member back into his breeches. He did not bother to do up the buttons, he reached his hand down and Harmony allowed him to help her up.

"Now?" Bordon asked and Harmony nodded with a giggle.

She turned her gaze to William, who stood before her. He was so startled he had not thought to cover himself. Her eyes roamed over his naked body, athletic and strong. She quirked her eyebrows in surprise when she saw his large erection. Bordon was a big boy, but she believed Tavington was even larger.

"Richard, my love, I think I will let Tavington seduce me after all!" She gazed at the Officer's erection longingly and laughed again. "No wonder you like him, Linda, look how big he is!"

"Why thank you, Miss Jutland," Tavington drawled. He reached for his ruffled shirt to hide his naked member calmly, then waved his free arm toward the bed. "Would you care to join us?"

"Hell, yes. Sorry Captain," she quipped to Bordn. "I've changed my mind, I'm with the Colonels!" She laughed and took two steps toward Tavington. William's eyes opened wide with surprise and pleasure. He had been joking, but if she wished to join him and Linda, he would not refuse her!

"Oh no you don't!" Bordon growled, spoiling William's dreams of bedding two women at once. Richard grabbed his laughing mistress around the waist from behind and hoisted her off her feet. Twirling her in the air, he carried her bodily from the room.

"Oh, please, darling!" Harmony laughed with mock protest. "Just this once?"

"No, my dear, not ever," Bordon said, firmly closing the door behind them.

"Oh, the looks on their faces!" William heard Harmony's muffled voice say again through the door. He shook his head, he could still hear her gales of laughter as Bordon carried her down the hall, the sounds faded and then Tavington heard a door slam closed cutting off Harmony's laughter.

Tavington looked down at Tarleton, still laying across his doxies body, her legs were spread wide before him.

"Hmm, Linda, can we do that?" Tavington asked as he stepped back to the bed and pulled Linda into his lap.

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The Officers returned to the common room of the tavern and drank until the night was late.

Harmony, who had finished her barmaid shift hours ago, had been sitting on Bordon's lap. Many men approached her but were quickly sent on their way with their tails between their legs. If Bordon's glare was not enough to dissuade them, Tavington's icy gaze and Tarleton's quit wit sent them packing. William and Banastre, upon learning that Harmony had become Richard's mistress, began to treat the young woman as they would their closest friend's sister. They still gazed at her with desire, but they understood she was now off limits.

Arthur Simms finally made an appearance, joining the Officers with a silly, contented smile on his face. The Officers had corrupted the newly initiated Dragoon, and they all laughed uproariously when Arthur boasted of how many women he had lain with that night. At least four.

The Officers and Harmony shared an enjoyable evening until well after midnight, when Tavington decided it was time to go home. They all stumbled out of the tavern and had a hell of a time trying to mount their horses, Banastre falling three times before he was finally seated.

William smirked - he had only fallen once! Harmony was hoisted up into the saddle behind Bordon and she spent the entire ride back to her little rented room with her arms around his waist, gently stroking his member through his breeches.

Richard saw her to her door. She waved goodbye to the other officers, kissed Bordon soundly, then disappeared inside.

"Lucky bastard," Banastre muttered as Bordon returned. The Captain smirked.

The three Officers bid Simms farewell as he rode down off in a different direction, leaving Tavington, Bordon and Tarleton to make their way to the Tisdale's.

Now Bordon and Tavington carried a very drunk Tarleton up the stairs of the Tisdale home.

"Where is he going to sleep?" Bordon asked Tavington. "I should fetch a slave to make up a room for him."

"No, no need... We'll put him in my bed, I'll bunk in with you tonight." The two men dragged Banastre into William's room and dropped him onto the bed.

"But what of Vera? She will come to you and find Banastre!"

Tavington began to laugh. "Then Banastre will get a nice surprise, won't he?" He whispered, holding one finger to his mouth conspiratorially. Still chuckling, he said, "lets put out some of these lanterns so she can't see well enough to know the difference..."

"You are a fucking evil bastard, William, did you know that?" Bordon laughed.

Tavington nodded, and they two men extinguished lanterns until the room was so dim, all Vera would be able to make out was a lump on the bed. She would not know it was not William. The two men, giggling like boys over their naughty prank, made their way from the room.

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"William?"

"Eh?" Banastre roused enough to murmur.

"Are you awake?" A woman's voice called.

"Uh." He muttered, not truly understanding the question through the foggy haze of sleep and whiskey.

"Lord, you have never been this drunk before. I wonder if you will be able to..." Banastre felt something warm and soft creep inside the top of his breeches.

"Ah..."

Now that he understood. Banastre opened his eyes and looked around the unfamiliar room, enjoying the feel of the warm and soft something stroking his half soft member. There was not much light at all. He could tell the room was large, the only light emanated from a few dimmed lanterns and a dying fire in the large fireplace. He was definitely not in the tavern any more. Nor was he in his quarters on Tradd St.

"Hmmm," Banastre murmured. The woman's soft hand stroked his member into wakefulness.

"Perhaps I was wrong, William..." The voice chuckled beside him. He became aware of another warm soft something, a woman's naked body, pressed against him.

William? Banastre thought... Oh Lord, I am at the Tisdale's and this is Vera! He tried to stifle a bark of laughter. William you sly old dog! Well, I won't say no to a perfectly lovely creature...

Vera lifted her head as Banastre put his arms around her. He groaned as his erection reached its capacity. He could not grow any harder, even if Beth Martin walked in the room.

"Ah, Vera..."

Vera did not seem to notice that the voice did not belong to Tavington. She pulled her hand out of his breeches and began to unclasped his belt and undo the buttons. He lifted his hips up high and Vera drew his breeches and drawers from his legs.

"Oh, William, you have kept me waiting all night! I do hope you weren't with some doxy..." She leaned forward to nibble and nip at Banastre's neck, then moved to straddle him. Their lips found each others in the dark, brushing softly as Banastre removed his Green coat. They stopped kissing as Banastre pulled his ruffled shirt over his head, then their lips crashed together again, both groaning.

"I am ready for you, my darling. As always..." Vera murmured against his lips. She took his hand and placed it between her thighs, he dipped his fingers in her folds and sighed appreciatively. She certainly was ready for him.

"Lay back on the bed Vera," Banastre commanded.

She climbed off him and lay on her back. Banastre moved to straddle her chest, he edged backward until his erection was above her face.

"William, what are you doing?"

Banastre smiled. "Pleasure me, darling, while I pleasure you."

His face hovered just above her womanly centre and his erection was above her lips. He thought it was the best position for the time being. She would not see him close up, would not realise he was not Tavington. Yet.

With that, Banastre set to work.

"Oh, God!" Vera moaned. "Oh - we've not done this before! Oh..."

She bucked her hips up greedily against his mouth. She writhed her hips around and groaned with pleasure as he worked her.

From beneath him she took hold of his erection with firm, sure hands and lifted her head upwards to circle her tongue around his helmet. It was pure bliss, the feel of her soft, warm tongue working his shaft, suckling as she moved her head up and down. She moved her lips along his length and gently cupped his sack, massaging and squeezing. Banastre was soon covered in a film of sweat from tension as thrilling pleasure built steadily.

The quiet of the room was broken with the sounds of their heavy breathing and their moans. Tarleton continued to rock his hips back and forth, encouraging his aching erection deeper into Vera's mouth. Vera bucked against his tongue, driving his fingers deeper inside her.

She drew back from him, his erection popped out of her mouth, but before he could protest Vera shouted.

"Oh, William, your fingers! Please, I need them deeper, faster! Oh!"

Banastre urged his fingers in deeper, ready to stroke them in and out of her faster.

"You first, dear," Banastre said in a fair imitation of William's voice, "take me deeper, I want to feel your mouth working me."

Vera grabbed his erection again, pushing her mouth upward along his length until he could feel the back of her throat. And then she began to suck and Banastre nearly cried out with pleasure - the woman was trying to swallow him whole! He groaned and shoved two fingers as deep as they would go, pumping her hard.

"Nn, nn, nn, nn," came Vera's muffled groans. She could do no more with him buried in her mouth, another advantage of this position. Banastre did not have to hear the woman moaning "William," over and over.

"Are you about to come?" Banastre asked. When he felt her nod, he drew himself from her mouth and climbed off her. He wanted to feel her clench around his member while she climaxed.

He shuffled over her and settled between her thighs. Vera gripped his hair and pulled his face down for a hard, deep kiss, while Banastre eased his erection into her body with an achingly slow movement.

God, she is so tight! How does she get to be this tight! This is how Beth would feel... God, I just know it!

He groaned and shoved himself in all the way, burying himself deeply. He thrust back and forth, his shoulder muscles bunching with the effort of driving in and out of Vera. Her hands gripped his buttocks, she glided one finger just below the virgin entrance of his backside, along the smooth skin above his sack.

God, she's good! Banastre thought as his pleasure was suddenly heightened.

He was lost in a fantasy of Beth, who had slowly disrobed and now kneeled before him, suckling his member. She drew back from him and threw herself onto her back on the bed and screamed for him to take her.

Take my virginity, please! Now! Ah, Banastre, Banastre, Banastre!

Tarleton's heart raced as he bucked back and forth into Vera, pushing her up the bed as his hips crashed against hers. He ignored Vera's professions of love, of how she never wanted him, William, to leave her.

"Ah, Beth, you feel so good!" Banastre moaned against Beth's ear.

"Oh, Ban, please - oh, I never knew... how good... it could feel!" Beth screamed and scored her nails along his back, hard enough to raise red lines in his skin as she writhed beneath him. He wound his fingers through her golden hair and kissed her hard. He drilled into her, burying himself deep enough to touch her roof. He groaned out loud as she clenched around him, her insides pulsing with the force of her climax.

"Ah, Beth!" Banastre cried out as his climax surged through him. He continued to plough into her and he groaned as his seed erupted from him in spurts. "Ah...!"

He fell silent and lowered his head, his breath coming in sharp bursts as he calmed. His arms felt shaky from supporting his body during his strenuous exertions. He finally came back to himself as his breathing returned to normal.

Vera lay beneath him, as still as a statue. She had turned to ice. It was only then that he realized he had cried out Beth's name aloud, not just in his dream, as he climaxed.

Oh shit.

"Beth?" Vera asked, even her voice was ice. "Beth Martin?"

Banastre made no answer. He lay on top of Vera, waiting to see what she would say and do next.

William had complained to Banastre about his mistress' ever growing jealousy, had confided he was ready to give her up. That had disturbed Banastre no end, he feared Beth was the reason William was about to give Vera up. Banastre had fallen quite in love with Beth, unlike William - who merely wished to win a wager and make a conquest.

"She is who you are thinking of?" Very said now. "That golden haired chit! That little bitch!" Vera hissed.

Hearing these spiteful words displeased Banastre greatly.

With a suddenly vicious movement, he grabbed Vera's wrists and shoved her arms down, pinning them to either side of her head. His grip on her wrists was iron. Vera gasped with pain and thrashed beneath to free herself - to no avail. Banastre was still impaled deep within her, his entire body pinning her to the bed.

Vera began to rage up at him.

"That silly, pathetic slip of a girl? A virgin! Unless she fucked Colonel Burwell. She would not know what to do with you! I am a grown woman, William. I can please you like no other, certainly better than that little innocent! No, Sir, you will not utter another woman's name in my bed - you will not utter the name of another girl, either! I am not Beth!"

"And what a great pity that is," Banastre murmured against her ear, then smiled. She stiffened with afront. He was hard again already and he moved his hips back and forward, thrusting inside her with long, slow strokes.

"Ah, Beth," he taunted quietly, "Beth..."

It was more enjoyable than he could imagine, saying Beth's name while buried deep inside a woman.

"Stop it, right now!" Vera spat. "William, I will scream if you say her name again!"

"Beth..." Banastre raised his hips and pushed forward slowly, her velvety walls enveloped him as he whispered Beth's name over and over. He chuckled, knowing she would not scream. She would not wish to risk discovery.

"But don't worry, Vera," Banastre picked up the pace, stroking faster now his climax was almost upon him. He drove in and out of her, hard and fast, but managed to keep his lips pressed close to her ear.

"I am not William..." He murmured. He groaned as he came.

He rolled off her, not even caring that he had been so very cruel. Not after the things the vicious little cat had said about Beth.

As soon as she was free, Vera jumped off the bed and began jerking on her shift. She lit several candles and, breathing hard, turned to face him - to discover who it was she had just bedded.

"Lieutenant Colonel Tarleton," she breathed.

He chuckled. Resting both arms beneath his head, he smiled up at her with glee.

"Hmm hmm. None other. It was enjoyable, Vera, Mistress of William. But now I wish to sleep. Off you go, I'm done with you."

Vera was frozen to the spot, trying to work this through in her mind. "You raped me."

"Hardly that," Banastre laughed out loud. "You were happy enough while in my arms. Its a simple matter of mistaken identity. Not rape."

Vera continued to stare at him, her wide eyes flashing with fury.

"If you like," he said, "I can go and fetch William for you. You can explain how you mistook me for him. He has quite the jealous streak - do you wish to see what your infidelity will drive him to?"

Vera quailed.

Banastre snorted, knowing fully well that William would do nothing.

He cares not a whit for you. This was his little prank in the first place.

It had the desired effect, however. Vera placed her hand over her cheek as if remembering the sting of William's slap. Banastre's smile deepened, Tavington had told him all about it, of course.

"Away with you, Vera. Chalk it up to experience. You have had William and now you have had me. We've shared lovers before, it is of no moment. I am an exceptional lover, you enjoyed yourself under my care. Leave it at that, darling."

It was sage advice and Vera took it. She nodded nervously, then all but ran from the room.

Banastre chuckled again. He could not sleep now, his body felt alive - every limb felt the need to be doing something. He rose from the bed and stoked the fire, placing another log on the flames before pacing the room. When he grew sick of this, he lay down again.

I must try and get some sleep... A big day tomorrow...

His thoughts turned to Beth.

How have I become so infatuated? Lord... But she is beautiful. And sweet. And fiery...

His parents often told him how they had fallen in love instantly and Banastre had been raised to believe in love at first sight. He had experienced it often enough with plenty of women in the past - he had been in love several times in his twenty-six years. But this felt different somehow, it felt... more intense...

He punched his pillow with anger, wishing he had never let Tavington lead him into the wager. He did not want to lose Beth to William.