“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.
Kissing her deeply, Robert gave her a considering look. “I’m glad it was me, as well.” Then, trailing a hand over her stomach, knowing that she could already be carrying his child, as they hadn’t been careful, his decision was made. “Would you like to do it again? And again? And perhaps again after that? Maybe in different positions or in different ways?”
Looking up, Cecily could hardly believe what she was hearing. Robert wanting to keep her? “Are you certain, my lord?” She frowned. “I am a maid.”
“Were a maid,” he corrected gently. “And if you let me fuck you in the arse, repeatedly, I’ll do more than keep you. I’ll marry you.” He hadn’t meant to say that, but once the words we out, he found that he meant them. If she was his mistress, that would pose some challenges. But as his wife? Well, all manner of possibilities were open to him then, including some rather scandalous fucking.
When she’d first been kidnapped, Cecily had thought her life was over. But now, she was being offered the chance to be a duchess, all if she allowed him to use her body however he saw fit. Given the way Robert made her feel, the delicious sensations he caused in her body, she saw no problem with that arrangement. None at all.
Rolling onto her side, Cecily gave him a wicked smile. “My arse is all yours, my lord. As am I. Do with me as you wish.”
Feeling his cock rise again, Robert broke into another smile, this one bigger than the last. “Ah, Cecily, my pet. You are perfect. Positively perfect.” And then, with a quick thrust, he rammed his cock into her arse, fucking that virgin hole as well. Life, he decided as he leaned in to kiss her and swallow her scream of pleasurable pain, was good. All because he’d taken the time to seduce Miss Cecily.