Seducing Miss Cecily (Victorian Virgins) (4 page)

As he lapped hard at her cunt, he slowly slid first
one finger, followed by another into her tight, wet hole.
 
He’d never felt anything like it, this
tight, wet heat.
 
Even the other virgins
he’d fucked had never been like this.
 
No, this was all Cecily and if he’d had second thoughts before, he no
longer did.

On the bed, Cecily squirmed as Robert slid three of
his fingers deep inside of her.
 
This
was new for her and she’d never really imagined a man would do this kind of
thing.
 
His cock?
 
Certainly.
 
But not his fingers.
 
Yet there
they were, stroking and caressing her inner walls, reached far deeper inside of
her than she’d thought possible.
 
When
he began some sort of scissoring motion, she thought she might faint from the
pure pleasure of it.
 
Then he was
caressing her inner walls again and she felt her juices begin to flow once
more, this time so quickly that it was almost like rain.
 
She hadn’t known she was capable of this,
but she liked it.
 
Oh, how she liked it.

Then, Robert began lapping at her clit again, all
while his fingers slid in and out of her, mimicking what he’d soon do with his
cock.
 
His tongue pressed hard on her
clit with each pass and she felt moisture begin to run down her leg.
 
She was shameless, and she didn’t care.

Deep inside of her, she felt a pressure begin to
build, hot and heavy, one that threatened to overwhelm her.
 
Spreading her legs wider, her hips seemed to
start to buck of their own volition, this incredible sensation building and
building, twisting her mind and her body until all she felt and saw and smelled
was Robert.
 
His fingers inside of her,
his lips on her cunt, his head between her legs.

“Come for me, Cecily!” Robert demanded, knowing that
his own self-control was starting to slip.
 
He needed to be inside of her.
 
Soon.
 
“Let go, pet, and allow it
to happen.”

At his urging, she did, and wave after wave of
incredible pleasure crashed over her, pulling her along like an ocean
tide.
 
Her body shook and convulsed,
swamping her with delight.
 
Still, she
longed for more, the ache between her legs not completely satisfied.

Looking down with glazed eyes, she saw Robert
grinning at her.
 
“That was amazing,”
she breathed, not knowing what else to say.
 
“But I need…”
 
She flushed red,
despite what he’d just done to her, unable to articulate what she wanted.

“You need to be properly fucked, Cecily,” Robert
whispered as he stood and leaned over her where she still lay prone on the
bed.
 
“And I am going to fuck you.
 
Hard and fast, so hard and so well you’ll
never want another.”
 
And then he was
over her, his body ready to mate with hers.
 
And Cecily thought she’d never seen anything more predatory than the
gleam in his eyes at that precise moment.

Robert was beyond ready to mount Cecily, his prized
virgin flesh.
 
He needed her so badly
that he ached, his balls throbbing with the need for release.
 
And now, he would have her.

Swiftly, he parted her legs, not allowing her any
time to think about what he was about to do.
 
Then, he was there, his cock throbbing and pressing on her cunt.
 
She wiggled a bit beneath him, but she
didn’t try to run or get away which gratified him.
 
It meant she still wanted this; she wanted what some women
considered a violation.
 
She wanted him
to fuck her.
 
And he had every intention
of giving her what she wanted.

She was wet, so wet that he could hardly believe
it.
 
Never had he encountered a woman,
particularly a virgin, this eager for his cock.

Pressing himself in a few inches, Cecily gasped, but
again, didn’t push him away.
 
Instead,
she spread her legs farther apart, as if instinctively knowing that it would
make things easier.
 
Moving again, his
blunt tip slid deeper inside of her, inch by precious inch.
 
She was beyond tight, beyond wet.
 
Then, he could feel her virgin barrier.
 
With a single hard thrust, he was through
it.
 
She moaned in pain and he wished he
could have spared her that, but he couldn’t.

This was part of what turned him on, that unique
feeling of piercing her maidenhead with his cock.
 
It was also part of why he loved virgins so much, what he found
so exquisite about them.
 
The very idea
of knowing that he was the first to claim their bodies gave him a feeling like
no other.

When he was certain that Cecily had adjusted to his
length, he pulled his cock out before plunging back inside of her again, her
tightness around him almost more than he could tolerate.
 
She was exquisitely tight, far tighter than
he’d ever experienced.
 
It was
positively heavenly.

“Robert!
 
Please!” Cecily cried out, her body flooded with sensations, all of them
marvelous, as her drove into her.
 
There
had been pain, true, but it had paled in comparison to the utterly delicious
feelings running through her at the moment, making her nerve endings
tingle.
 
“I need you!”
 
She had no idea what she was saying or why
she was babbling, but she needed to make him understand that she needed more –
whatever more was.

“Hush, pet,” he grunted as he slid into her
slickness again, her tightness not easing as he continued to thrust.
 
“Trust me.
 
Just relax.”

So Cecily did, at least for the moment.
 
Then, Robert drove his cock into her cunt
once more, going deeper than he had the previous times and she shattered, her
orgasm hitting so fast and hard that she thought she might faint.
 
She could feel her body tighten and convulse
around his.
 
She thought he would stop
then, but she was wrong.
 
Instead, he
continued to pump in and out of her, using her body for his own pleasure while
driving her mad with her own.

For a moment, she was convinced she was going to die
of sheer delight, her hips rocking in time with his.
 
Then, he surprised her by pulling his cock out of her completely
and sitting back on hid haunches.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked, afraid that
she’d offended him in her eagerness.
 
“Whatever it is, Robert, I can fix it.
 
I swear.”
 
Though that would
probably be after she was capable of standing once more.
 
At the moment, she was fairly certain her
legs wouldn’t support her in the least.

He licked his lips rather lasciviously.
 
Until he’d actually fucked her, Robert
hadn’t known if she’d been any good or not.
 
But she was – marvelously so.
 
Enthusiastic and unafraid, she didn’t simply “lie back and take it,” as
many untried maidens would have.
 
No,
Cecily embraced both his sexuality and hers, showing no fear when she’d
encountered his cock.
 
A cock that had,
in the past, caused more than one virgin to faint upon seeing it, he was rather
proud to admit.

“You’ve done nothing wrong, sweeting.” He smiled at
her again as he reached out to stroke her cheek, needed her willing.
 
Even many courtesans wouldn’t be up for what
he had in mind next.
 
“But you feel so
marvelous around my cock that I’d like to try something else.”
 

Truth be told, he wasn’t certain how much longer he
could last, as his manhood was throbbing and pulsing, just on the verge of
being ready to explode.
 
And when he
came, it would be inside Cecily’s cunt, spraying her with his cum, marking her
as his property.
 
In fact, he thought,
he ought to have a collar made for her with that very inscription – “Property
of Lord Ashley, Duke of Canterfield.”
 
When this house party was over, he decided he would.

Blinking a few times, Cecily graced him with a small
smile, obviously eager for whatever new sensual delight he was willing to show
her.
 
“I am at your service, my
lord.”
 
Then she turned her head aside
in a rather coy fashion and Robert was seized with the need to have her
again.
 
Now.

Grabbing her shoulders he turned her so that she was
now kneeling on the bed, her ass high in the air.
 
She made that same mewling noise that drove him mad, before
gripping her hips tightly and sliding himself home, deep into her waiting cunt.

“Oh, Robert!
 
Yes!”
 
Cecily couldn’t keep from
crying out her utter delight as he entered her from behind, his hands roughly
grabbing her hips and pulling her back until her arse met his hips, his cock
buried in her cunt so deeply that his balls brushed her rear cheeks.
 
“Oh, yes!”

Thrusting hard, Robert couldn’t help himself.
 
She was so tight, so wet, so hot.
 
So perfect.
 
Never had he fucked a virgin this tight.
 
He plunged himself in and out of her with heated need, driving
her, claiming her as his own.
 
When he
thought she might be cooling a bit, he slapped her ass – hard, so hard that she
screamed – but instead of crying, as he suspected she might, she simply begged
for more.
 
So he spanked her again and
again until her cheeks were red with the imprint of his hands, his balls
bouncing against the reddened flesh as he thrust.

Leaning forward, he drove himself in deeper until he
felt himself hit yet another barrier, hitting something in her he’d never done
in another woman.
 
An animalistic need
consumed him and her drove into her harder, fucking her like a dog, his front
bent over her back as he pulled at her soft, supple tits, pinching and pulling
at her nipples until she was bucking and crying out in unabashed pleasure.

“Take it, Cecily,” he demanded, gripping her
shoulders tightly as he prepared to empty himself inside of her.
 
“All of it, my sweet.”

“Everything!” she cried in response, grinding her
body back against his, seeking even deeper penetration.

Then, Robert exploded, thick, creamy white ropes of
his seed spilling inside of her, drenching her inner walls, coating her,
marking her as his.
 
Moments later, she
followed, her body arching off the bed as she cried out, yet another orgasm
washing over her, making her buck and writhe like a wild creature.
 
He loved every moment of it.

Falling to the bed, her rolled them to their sides,
his cock still buried deep within Cecily’s heat.
 
Slowly, he pulled himself free of her, biting her on the shoulder
as he did so, yet another mark to indicate that she belonged to him and him
alone.

“My lord?
 
Robert?” she asked as she fell back to the pillow.
 
“Was that all you had hoped for?”
 
There was a curious light shining in her
eyes, as if she was uncertain what would happen next.
 
As if she wasn’t certain she had pleased him.

He slid a finger down the slope of her breast to
pinch her nipple, making the tight bud peak to his satisfaction.
 
“More than I had hoped for, Cecily.”
 
He stroked the other breast this time before
continuing.
 
“But…”

Twisting beneath him, she looked up, her eyes
wide.
 
“Whatever you want, Robert, I’ll
do it.”
 
She knew she should probably
call him “my lord” again, but she couldn’t bring herself to do so.
 
This was Robert, the man who had taken her
virginity and given her what she was certain would be the most amazing sex of
her life.

“Lick me clean, pet.”
 
He gestured to his cock, which, despite what they’d just done,
wasn’t as flaccid as she’d imagined it would be.
 
“I want to feel your mouth on me again.”

Sliding down the bed, Cecily grasped Robert’s cock
more firmly this time, feeling every bit the wanton seductress she now
was.
 
She trailed her tongue down his
length, surprised a bit when his cock twitched in her grasp, but pleased that
he was enjoying her touch again.
 
She
remembered his words about sucking and took him more fully in her mouth once
more, making as tight of suction as possible.
 
Now that he’d fucked her, she had the general idea of what he wanted to
feel around his cock and she worked to recreate that experience.

Surprised when he moaned, she sucked harder, lapping
and pulling at his sweet-tasting meat, reveling in the sensations and lapping
eagerly at the rapidly swelling head that was already beginning to leak once
more.

Getting on her hands and knees, she was gratified to
feel Robert’s fingers teasing her clit once more, sliding his own cum through
her channel, bringing her back to that delicious edge of orgasm, the one she
seemingly could not get enough of.

“Come for me again, pet,” he urged as his own hips
began to shake once more.
 
“Show me that
you are well and truly mine.”

Knowing that her own release was just moments away,
Cecily sucked and tickled, caressing his cock with all of her rudimentary
skill.
 
But it was enough.
 
Robert exploded into her mouth and she drank
him down, savoring every drop, though since he had come minutes before, there
wasn’t as much as she suspected there normally might be.

Just when she thought her own climax was not to be,
she felt something prod at her rear hole and was first shocked and then
delighted when she felt Robert’s fingers slip into her arse – just as she’d
imagined on the ballroom’s stage.
 
It
didn’t hurt much, surprisingly, though she suspected that since his fingers
were so well lubed with her own fluids that might have something to do with it.

With his fingers stroking in and out of both holes
at the same time, there was little Cecily could do but ride the waves of
pleasure that rocked her as she came again, screaming this time, and clinging
to Robert as if her life depended on it.

When she could finally breathe again, she rolled
onto her back and looked up at him.
 
“That was beyond anything I could have ever imagined.
 
I would gladly do that again if I could.
 
Whatever you wanted.”
 
She shivered, knowing her time in his bed
was short.
 
Then, she said the words she
knew he might not want to hear but felt compelled to say anyway.
 
“For what it’s worth, I’m glad it was you.”

Robert considered her a moment.
 
He knew that he had a choice to make.
 
Sutton only kidnapped virgins who were in
danger, odd man that he was.
 
Had Tully
not removed Cecily from the marquess’ home, the old man would have had her
against the wall, his aging cock in her cunt within a few months.
 
Of that Robert was certain.
 
By taking one of the offered “favours,”
Robert had also agreed to consider keeping the virgin he’d chosen.
 
Many people who came to the house party did,
leaving with a mistress or a sexual slave of their choosing.
 
The gifts who were rejected for long-term
use were sent to live on one of Sutton’s many estates in relative peace, though
the earl did require them, both men and women, to fuck him whenever he
chose.
 
Despite rumors, the kidnapped
virgins were never cast into the streets or dumped into houses of prostitution.

Robert had not planned to keep his “favour,” when
he’d arrived at the party yesterday.
 
But that had been before Cecily.
 
Before her tight heat and her obviously willing sexual nature.
 
He was certain that, given time and
training, she would do whatever he wished of her, including an orgy liked she’d
witnessed earlier, if that’s what he wanted.
 
Like the engraved collar, he rather liked that idea.