Sapphire Rey - Seducing Miss Cecily

“My dear friends,” a rich, throaty baritone voice rang out across the ballroom, “welcome to my annual winter house party. I know that most of you are already enjoying yourselves immensely. So before we all become too far deep into our enjoyment, let us proceed with The Gifting.”

There was a smattering of applause and Cecily longed for a peek at what was going on in the room, but she knew it was no use. A sharp gasp from her left told her that at least one of the other women had done something foolish. Then, she heard Sutton chuckle.

“Seems we have an eager one on our hands.” There was clear glee in his voice and for some odd reason that calmed Cecily’s nerves. Obviously, Sutton wanted them here, wanted to give them out as human gifts. Though she didn’t like the thought of what was coming, she was curious. She could be bold enough to admit that. At her “advanced” age, to still be a virgin was something of a minor miracle, though it also meant that on more than one occasion, she did long to know exactly what she was missing.

The earl cleared his throat. “Shall we, my friends? I think my honored guests would very much like to claim their treats for the evening, don’t you?” Just then, Cecily felt a tap on her shoulder and she stood, just as she had been instructed. For what seemed like an eternity, but was probably no more than thirty seconds, she could hear no talking, no whispering of any kind, just a sort of shuffling noise, as if people were moving about.

Drat! She wished she could see what was going on! Even if it was nothing short of scandalous!

Then the blindfold was removed from her eyes with such force that her head almost snapped around. She blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted to the light, though she was thankful the room was dimly lit with few candles so that the entire scene came into focus rather quickly.

The eight virgin offerings were on a raised platform, obviously built into the far side of the room. To their right was a doorway that led out into some type of darkened hallway, but against their backs was a high wall, as if this area were more of a stage than anything else. Below them, eight people – four men and four women – stood in front of the gifts, their backs all Cecily could see.

The man in front of her had raven black hair and broad, clearly muscular shoulders. There was a vague sense of familiarity about him, though she was fairly certain she had never met the man. Her father hadn’t socialized much with people of this ilk and the marquess rarely entertained. When he did, it was mostly courtesans and whores, not members of society.

Looking out across the room, she could see both men and women in various stages of undress, with more tits and cocks on display than she’d ever seen in her life. Yet no one seemed the least bit embarrassed. In a far corner, she thought she could see a couple fucking, but the lit was too dim to be certain. She prayed that she would not be forced into a public display, thinking that a bit much even for the notorious Sutton.

Sutton. From the corner of her eye, she could see him, naked from the waist up, his golden hair falling around his shoulders like that of a Viking warrior. A woman, scandalously dressed, or perhaps un dressed was a better word, in scarlet and silver, was at his right hand, but he didn’t seem to be paying much attention to her. Instead, his icy blue gaze was fixed on a woman in green, much more modestly dressed though still quite scandalous, who stood in the back of the room.

Shaking his head, as if emerging from a fog, Sutton made a sweeping bow and indicated his honored guests. “Behold. My guests and their favors. They are now free to do as they wish as long as they abide by my rules!” Then he winked, taking in the scene before him. Cecily felt bold enough to do the same. Around her, the other favors seemed to be getting into the spirit of things, none of them ashamed of their nudity. In fact, one of the men who had been abducted was already removing his breeches, his cock proud and erect, ready to do service to the woman who had received him.

The man lowered the woman who had selected him to the stage and then knelt between her legs. In one swift movement, he slid his cock inside of her and she threw her head back with a moan, gripping the previously virgin man’s shoulders tightly. Then, he began thrusting, hard and fast, and Cecily was forced to look away, afraid someone might see her own cunt becoming wet as she watched them fuck, the woman’s tits bouncing merrily as she slid herself farther down the man’s shaft.

When the woman screamed as the man bit down on her engorged nipple, the gathering crowd lunged at the fucking couple and began to join in the sexual antics, creating something of an orgy, which both fascinated and repulsed her. When another man slid his cock into the woman’s arse, it was almost too much, yet Cecily’s cunt grew curiously wetter, wondering what that would feel like. Not only to have a cock in her arse but to have two men inside of her at once. She rather thought she might like that, wanton whore that she was quickly becoming.

Just then, as the moans increased and Cecily thought she might be forced to join in, Sutton cursed, though only those on the stage probably heard him. She watched as he hurried off after the woman in green as she disappeared out one of the side doors. There was something there, Cecily was certain of it and she had no doubt that, given the way Sutton’s cock rose when he looked at the woman, they would be fucking before the end of the evening.

Sensing the show was over, for now at least, the other guests moved off, some of them grumbling about not being chosen to receive one of the virgin offerings this year. On either side of her, her fellow captives were quickly spirited away. Soon, she was left standing alone on the edge of the stage, the man in front of her giving no indication that he was aware of her presence.

Then, just as she was about to speak, the man turned, fixing Cecily with an emerald gaze that was enough to melt away any resistance she had. If she had to lose her virginity, she supposed, this man would be as good a choice as any. He had a look about him and again, she felt certain that she knew this man, though she couldn’t say from where.

He regarded her for a moment, then finally raised an eyebrow imperiously. “I am so grateful that I was honored enough to choose first.” He inclined his head slightly, giving him a decidedly wicked look. “Lord Ashley, Duke of Canterfield, at your service.”

Licking her lips, she looked at him a moment, knowing he expected something in return. She supposed starting with her name was a good choice. “Cecily Huntfield, formerly of Huntfield Hall near Grundby.” She swallowed hard, taking in the duke’s obvious erection, which was clearly visible through his impossibly tight breeches. “At your service as well, I suppose.”

A smile lit up the duke’s face just then, almost as if he knew something she didn’t, and he reached out to take her hand. “Ah, Cecily, I know we will have a most marvelous time this evening.” He glanced at the orgy, which was now in full swing beside them. “But not like that. At the moment, I prefer a more private encounter.” He grinned. “Though if you are so inclined, this house party does last several days. I’d be more than willing to share you with a man or two. For the right incentive, of course.” Then, he pulled her towards the side door she’d seen earlier and in that moment, Cecily had no doubt that this man meant every word he’d just said. She was well and truly fucked. Or she would be by the time the evening was over.

By the time Robert reached his room, he was sweating, whether with desire or fear he wasn’t certain. He’d recognized Cecily the moment he’d seen her on the stage and in that moment, he was thankful beyond all measure that Sutton had decided that this year, the Party Favours would be chosen by rank – highest to lowest. As the only duke among the honored guests, that meant that Robert would be allowed to choose first.