Sapphire Rey - Seducing Miss Cecily

He was certain she didn’t remember him. After all, there was a six year age difference between them and she’d only been six, perhaps even as young as five, when her father had died and the Huntfield family had been cast into poverty. He, however, had remembered her. There was no mistaking that glorious mane of chestnut curls or those deep brown eyes anywhere. He’d just been thankful that he ’d been able to select her as his gift.

He shuddered to think what would have happened had he not been at the house party this year. The other people chosen to receive a gift this year were known for “sharing” their whores, and while Robert was more than willing to share, they were of the rougher sort, more apt to rape than seduce. Cecily needed to be seduced so that she would be willing. He was, of course, the perfect man to seduce her. He knew her far better than she could ever suspect

Shutting the door behind him, he debated about removing his cravat and shirt, then decided that it was necessary. At the moment, Cecily was off somewhere, being “prepared” for him. When the servant arrived with her, if he wasn’t properly disrobed, it would be reported and then Sutton would demand to know what was wrong and take Cecily from him, thinking she wasn’t pleasing. Truthfully, there was nothing wrong. Robert merely wanted to make certain that Cecily was comfortable with him before he took her. Because he was going to take her, but he preferred not to rape her. But he would have her. One look at her on that stage, with her mound bared to all, her tits high in the air, had made his cock spring to attention like no woman had in months.

No, despite everything, Robert was still a rake at heart and he would have Cecily. He simply wanted her soft and willing when he did. He also wanted her to remember him.

He wasn’t surprised when the door opened moments later and Cecily was led inside. Gone were the underthings she’d worn earlier in and in their place, she wore a sheer, silky chemise.

“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.