“Your gift, my lord.” The woman bowed slightly and then turned, leaving Cecily, whose hands were still bound in front of her, in the room with Robert.
He could tell Cecily thought she knew him as her face searched his and he decided to use that to his advantage. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Cecily.” He approached her slowly, his large body dwarfing hers, though he tried his best to keep from frightening her. “When you and your family moved away from my home at Briarbrook, I didn’t think I’d see you again.”
She frowned a moment, then looked up at him suspiciously, recognition dawning in her eyes. However, she made it a point to avoid looking at his chest, as if she feared seeing him naked. “Robert?” There was question in her tone. “But you’re a marquess. Or, at least, you were.”
Grinning, he placed a hand on her arm, better to adjust her to his touch. He also unbound her hands as a gesture of goodwill. If he could get her talking, he could make her forget that he was mostly naked. At least for a time. “I was. Then my uncle died without an heir and I became the new duke.” He slid his hand up her arm, just a bit, gratified when she didn’t immediately pull away. In fact, she leaned into his touch a bit, indicating that she might like it. “It was a long time ago. Right after you left.” Then, feeling emboldened by his success, he moved closer to Cecily, wanted her to feel the heat and power of his body. “But you’re all grown up now. Such a change from the little thing you once were.”
“Not so different. Well, in some ways, I suppose.” Cecily felt her face heat. Robert was mostly naked in front of her and while she’d considered the male form off and on for the last several years, she’d never seen a man’s bare chest. It was, quite literally, mesmerizing. It would soon be pressed against her and she would be unable to resist. She knew that without question. Not because she would be forced to, but because she wanted to. Oh, how she wanted to.
How could she do this, a part of her brain asked. How could she give herself to the man she’d known as a young lord of the manor? The very one she’d lusted after for years? Because her body fairly ached for him. It had since the moment he’d turned around in the ballroom and she’d seen those familiar eyes looking back at her, sending a flood of wetness to her cunt. She also knew she had no choice. She had a feeling that, nice as Robert was, he wanted something – in this case her. And he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He was, after all, a duke and not used to being denied. “But you, my lord, are very much removed form the man I knew.”
Leading her to the bed, he shook his head, again gratified when she sat down beside him, leaning into him slightly as if seeking his warmth. So young and soft. Perfect and ripe for her first fuck. “Like you, not so different. Older. Wiser. But still looking out for you.” When she frowned, he continued. “Tonight, those of us who were to receive virgins as gifts were allowed to choose. As the highest ranking member, I was able to choose first.” He tiled her chin up, wanting her to meet his gaze. “I chose you, Cecily. I was not about to let those other men have you or fuck you. I simply could not.”
She shivered at his words, both excited and frightened. “But I am not special, my lord. I am simply a girl you once knew as a child.” Though secretly, a part of her was thrilled that he’d wanted her enough to pick her from the other women who’d been available.
“But I want you.” Robert’s voice was soft, coaxing, and Cecily felt something warm and liquid slide through her body to pool at the juncture of her thighs once more, adding to her already aroused state. “I want to see if the child I knew has grown into the woman I think she has.” He slid a single finger down her arm to her wrist. “I want to see if you taste as sweet as I imagine you will.”
Then, with gentle fingers, he slid the thin chemise down over her arms, baring her breasts to his gaze. Gently, he caressed her nipple, thrilled when it hardened beneath his touch, showing him that she did, indeed, want this. She might have been kidnapped, but her body was ripe and ready for him to take and use. He would have her. There was no denying it.
“Do not deny me this, Cecily. For I will have you, however I have to take you.” He wanted her to understand that his desire for her, which had sprung to life in the ballroom the moment he’d seen her, was a pulsing, living thing and that he would take her, by force if that was what was required for him to taste her virgin flesh. He tugged the chemise down the rest of the way, and then, when it would go no further, he simply tore the thin material from her body, baring her naked flesh to his gaze.
“Robert, I…” Cecily faltered. What could she say? He knew she was a virgin, obviously, and that no man had seen her this way before. He also knew she wanted him, given the way she’d responded to the merest touch of his hand. If not that, she was certain that he could smell her, the musky fragrance of her arousal filling the room. “I will do what you ask.” Then, she leaned back slightly and arched herself toward him, offering him her naked body. It was an offer she prayed that he couldn’t refuse.
“So exquisite and perfect.” Reaching out Robert slid one hand down her stomach before brushing the soft nest of curls between her legs. Then, he allowed one finger to plunge deeper, finding her wet and ready for him, her inner core hot and molten. She moaned and arched into him, a sign that she did want this as much as he did. “Let me teach you, sweeting. Let me show you the pleasures of the flesh.”
His breath was hot on her neck, he knew, and when she jumped, he pressed his advantage. Leaning down, he took one nipple in his mouth and tugged hard with his teeth until she began to squirm.
“God, Robert! Oh, God!” She thrashed her head, clearly unused to physical contact, before crying out and pressing closer to him. “Robert! Please!”
Cecily had no idea what she was asking for, but she wanted it. Wanted it so very much. The part of her mind that was still a maid in the marquess’ house berated her, but the truth was, once she’d been taken from Folsom House, there was no way she was going to remain an innocent. That part of her life was over. Now, she simply had to make the best of it and, if the way Robert was making her feel was any indication, he was very good at this. She might as well give in, not that there had been much of a fight within her to begin with. She wanted to fuck and she wanted to fuck with him.
“Take what you want. I am yours to do with as you please.” There. She had said it. She couldn’t take it back.
Looking up into his eyes, she could see passion and desire simmering there, along with darker, more hypnotic things, things she did not dare name. “You won’t be sorry, pet,” he told her as he lay her back on the bed, kissing her as he did so, his tongue sliding into her mouth to stroke hers until she moaned deep in her throat. “I will be gentle, but I do need you, Cecily. Desperately.” She felt the heat of his bare skin as he pressed her down, the crispness of his chest hair making her nipples tingle. She could feel his cock, erect and pulsing, on her thigh and she suddenly longed to feel him inside of her. An ache began between her legs and immediately, she knew that she was growing wet for him. No, she burned for him. She would allow him to do anything he wished.
She swallowed hard, her pulse pounding in her throat, feeling she should make one last protest, even if it was only a token one. In some ways, this might be easier if he were a stranger. She’d simply lie back, close her eyes and let him have his way. But this was Robert, the boy she’d idolized in childhood. She still wasn’t completely certain if she could allow him to touch her that way. Then again, if not him, then who? There was no one else and if she had to lose her virginity tonight, why not to Robert? He was seducing her; far better than rape at the hands of another.
“I’m frightened,” she admitted, allowing her gaze to find his, finally saying something that didn’t make her sound like a fool. “I’m a maid, Robert, no longer the young and indulged daughter of the baron that I once was.”
He shrugged, unconcerned, pressing another kiss to her lips before sliding down to trail more along her jaw. “But you are virgin, yes?”
“Yes,” s
he admitted quietly. “There has been no one. Ever.” Much to her embarrassment.
“Then it does not matter.” He placed a finger to her lips to quiet her. “I hunger for virgin flesh, Cecily, or at the very least, young flesh, younger than me. It is my one and only vice. Otherwise, I am the boy you knew long ago. And I do so want you.” He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck before biting down and then licking at the wounded area, sending erotic thrills through her body. “I want to taste you, Cecily. I want to feel your body tighten around my cock as I slide inside of you, taking your innocence for my own. I want to feel your untried body beneath mine.” He kissed her again, this time nipping at her jaw. “Will you let me?”
“Yes.” Her face burned with shame as her legs fell open wider, but she did want this. She wanted to feel Robert inside of her, taking her innocence and giving her a taste of what she would never have again. Even if she only had this one night, she would take it. She was too selfish not to.
Rising above her, Robert moved off the bed and Cecily followed him with curious eyes. “I need to finish undressing, pet. Perhaps you would like to help me?” It wasn’t really a request and Cecily knew it. Rising, trying to ignore her own nakedness, she came to stand in front of the fire, seeking its warmth and light.
Gently, Robert pushed her down to her knees. “Take my breeches off, Cecily.” He ran a hand through her hair. “I know you know how.” Then, that same hand stroked her back, caressing her soft flesh and Cecily was lost. That one touch undid her more than anything else and sighed, reaching out with shaking fingers to undo the buttons on his breeches.
As she peeled the fabric down his body, she gasped to see his bare legs. Hard and muscular, they were covered in the same crisp hair that was on his chest. Caressing his calf, she gently tugged his breeches the rest of the way down before looking up slightly to realize that he still wore his smalls. Those, she supposed, would have to go as well.
Licking her lips, she worked her fingers underneath the waistband of the thin garment, trying not to brush against the swollen ridge of what was obviously his erect cock. She wasn’t certain what would happen when she touched it, but she hadn’t expected it to be quite so big.
“Take them off, lovey,” Robert coaxed, his voice soft and seductive once more. “You know you want to. I know you want to.”
Nodding, Cecily looked up to meet Robert’s eyes. “How do you know so much about me? About what I want?”
He smiled because he knew it would ease her confusion. It worked on every woman of his acquaintance. “Because I know you. I have for a very long time.” He inclined his head. “Now take them off and I’ll tell you how to proceed.” When she looked up at him with panicked eyes, he laughed. “You are a virgin, Cecily. I am certain you will not quite know what to do with me.”
That, she thought to herself, was an understatement. Taking a steadying breath, she reached up and tugged the smalls down his legs, working to stifle a gasp as his cock sprang free, massive and erect. She’d expect him to be big, but nothing quite like this.
He was long and thick and she could see the veins pulsing under her unwavering gaze. Tentatively, she reached out to touch him, but then pulled back. Robert, however, was having none of that, not when he had her naked and kneeling before him. Instead, he grabbed her wrist and guided her hand until it hovered just over the jutting piece of meat that hung between his legs.
“Wrap your hand around me, pet, and stroke.” When she hesitated, he took his other hand and guided her, showed her how to grasp him. “It will feel good for both of us. I promise.” He didn’t want to mention that, at the moment, it would probably feel better for him than for her. But he would pleasure her later, so much that she would beg him to keep her. Robert rather liked that idea. Keeping Cecily as his mistress to fuck whenever he desired held an enormous amount of appeal at the moment.
Slowly at first, Cecily ran her hand up and down the length of Robert’s cock. It was like hot velvet in her hands and she immediately loved the way it felt in her grasp. If that made her a wanton or a loose woman, so be it. She’d been called worse, especially by the marquess. His manhood was also far bigger than she’d expected, the visible bulge in his smalls not providing her with a clear idea of exactly how large he was.
But he was marvelous; he felt marvelous. And at the moment, Cecily wondered if she would be brave enough to do something she’d only heard whispers about. Some courtesans, she knew, put men’s cocks in their mouths. She had no idea why or what they did, but, well, they were courtesans, so obviously the men received some pleasure from the act. She suspected Robert might as well.
When he groaned at her ministrations, Cecily’s eyes snapped up, only to see his head thrown back, an expression of pure pleasure on his face. He was clearly enjoying what she was doing, but within her, a need burned to do more. This was Robert, her childhood love. She would only have this one chance, this one night, and suddenly, she wanted to try everything. She didn’t want to leave this room and wonder.
Slowly, she brought her lips to the tip of his cock where a small bead of moisture had already formed. Carefully, she lapped at the drop with the tip of her tongue and was surprised when Robert’s hands came down to grip her shoulders hard. She stiffened and immediately pulled away.
“Dear God, woman! Are you trying to kill me?” There was almost a note of pain in his voice, which made no sense to her. When he saw the expression on her face, however, he softened. “Or are you trying to think of a new way to please me, pet?” Delight lit his eyes and a smile played across his lips. “Oh, Cecily. You are a treasure.”
Carefully, he guided her head back to the tip of his cock. “Slide your lips down over me.” When she did as he asked, he nearly came on the spot but somehow managed to get himself back under control. “Now move yourself up and down, love, as if I’m a sweet that you’re licking. Just do what comes naturally. Your body will know.”
Doing as he asked, Cecily found that, indeed, she did know what to do, at least the basics. Though she was unskilled, she could tell that Robert was enjoying himself, so she decided to experiment, just a bit.
Wrapping her hand around his base, she began to pucker her lips tightly around his shaft as she moved along his length, her tongue stroking and teasing as if she were licking the most delicious treat imaginable. And he was delicious. Sweet, yet tangy with a hint of salt, she adored the taste of him. She also found that the harder she sucked and licked, the more he groaned.
Occasionally, she would pull his cock from her mouth and rub it across her face, using the soft skin of her cheeks, lips, and chin to add to his pleasure. She wasn’t certain why she did it, only that it seemed like a good idea, and Robert wasn’t complaining in the least. In fact, when she rubbed her breasts across his heated cock, her nipples hardening at the touch of him on her body, she felt him jump in her hands. At that, she began to grow wetter still, enjoying this far more than she’d anticipated. She now understood why the loose women did this. It was simply so damn enjoyable.
Deciding to see how far she could push things, Cecily slid him back into her mouth once more when she noticed his hands clenched so hard on a nearby chair that his knuckles were white. He was trying to prevent himself from spilling his seed before he was inside of her. She’d lived in the country long enough to see animals mate and she had a fair idea of the process.
Now, eager to bring him to the edge, Cecily began lapping at his cock hard and fast, caressing his balls with the soft tips of her fingers, teasing and stroking the delicate flesh with her nails until she felt his hips shudder and his thighs begin to quake.
“Enough!” Robert’s voice was a hoarse whisper and she could tell he was barely hanging on to his precious control. “You, my girl, are a quick study. That is such a marvelous talent. One I shall be certain not to waste. Cock sucking is an art and you, my darling, seem to have a gift for it.”
Reaching down, he pulled Cecily to her feet. “But now, it’s my turn.” Then, in one smooth
motion, he gathered her in his arms and deposited her on the bed, her legs dangling over the side. “Two can play this game, pet.” He grinned wickedly at her. “Just be certain that you know what you are getting into before you start.”
She had no idea what he was talking about, but could only assume that he would be doing something to her that was similar to what she’d just done to him. She also knew she would enjoy it immensely.
Spreading her legs, Robert knelt between them and grasped her thighs to pull her closer to the edge of the bed, earning a shriek from Cecily. “Easy, pet,” he cooed, stroking the soft, warm skin of her inner thigh until she relaxed again. “I’m only gong to return the favor, give you a small taste of what a rake like me can do.”
He continued his light, stroking touches, until he could see her relax and the lips of her sex begin to swell as she ripened and opened for him. A sweet, musky scent rose from her and he knew she was wet and willing. Despite her innocence, she wanted this. She wanted him. It was perfect. There would be no need to force her, not that he was certain at this point that he would have been able to take her had she been unwilling. He was a rake, but he did have some morals, especially when it came to old childhood friends.
Nestling closer, he blew a cool stream of air across her hot, wet cunt. She squirmed a bit but he put a hand to her hip to keep her still. When he took her, he wanted her to slick and writing, nearly begging for his cock.
“Robert!” There was so much pleading in her voice that he couldn’t help but wonder once more if she’d make a viable, long-term mistress. If she fucked as well as she sucked, then, quite possibly. “I need you.” She was all desperation and want, something that pleased him to no end.
He laughed softly. “I know what you need, sweeting. I swear I do. But you need to trust me.” He placed a kiss on her inner thigh. “I need you nice and wet when I take your virginity, Cecily. That way works best. Now lie back and I’ll make you feel oh, so good.” Then he kissed her soft, creamy thighs again, allowing his tongue to trail over the quivering flesh. She was young and ripe and sweet – perfect for him and his appetites.
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