Seducing Miss Cecily (Victorian Virgins) by Sapphire Del Rey Read Free Book Online

Chapter One
     
    Cecily heard the sounds of the
gathering before anything else, the laughter and muted voices carrying down the
long hallway.   There were a large number
of people here in the Earl of Sutton’s home on this frosty winter night, and
she was certain none of them were here for any reason other than
outright sin and seduction.   The earl’s
winter house party was legendary among the ton for being the absolute
height of debauchery, and one that, whether they admitted it or not, everyone
secretly longed for an invitation to attend.   To quote Margie, the cook’s assistant, in her rather crude manner, it
was the place to fuck and be fucked.
    She had heard stories, mostly from
Margie and the upstairs maids at Folsom House, which was, of course, the London
home of her employer, the Marquess of Longchamp, about how most of the women at
the earl’s house party didn’t wear clothes and about how debauched sex acts
took place in public.   In public !   She couldn’t imagine that kind of
perversion.  
    Not that Cecily was a prude.   Far from it.   In fact, at one time, she herself had been a member of the minor
peerage, her father a local baron, though never a member of the true upper
crust.   In those circles, talk of
fucking was never far from anyone’s mind or lips, even the ladies.   After all, her social circle spent a fair
amount of time in the country and saw such carnal acts between animals rather
often.
    Not to mention that it was often
said that there was little difference between a stallion with a desire to breed
and an English lord when he saw a woman’s tits.   So Cecily had a fair idea of the sexual appetites of the lords of
society.   Even if she hadn’t before, she
certainly had after working for Longchamp, even for a few scant months.   Still, she found it hard to believe that
this kind of thing went on with regularity and that polite society as a whole
turned a blind eye to the entire thing.
    Then again, she mused as she was
led down the corridor, if most of polite society was, in fact, inside the
ballroom ahead of her, why would they acknowledge their secret sins for all the
world to see?   After all, if the Prince
Regent himself could have more women than most men dreamed of, why shouldn’t
the rest of the peerage indulge when they wished?
    And indulge they did – often and
without regard for who they used in the process – which was, Cecily suspected
how she’d ended up here in the first place.  
    After only a short time in his
employ, she’d grown tired of the marquess grabbing and groping her, squeezing
her breasts so hard that it hurt every time he caught her alone.   So she’d appealed to Folsom House’s butler,
Tully, for help in securing a new position.   At first, he’d looked at her oddly, then, even more strangely, asked if
she was a virgin.   She’d grown indignant
then, but only for a moment, before looking the man in the eye and stating that
she was, indeed, still an innocent.
    Had she known at the time what
Tully had been planning, she would have said she’d lost her virginity years
ago.   Instead, she’d been kidnapped and
was now dressed in a corset, stockings, garters, and nothing more, blindfolded
and being led down a hall towards the waiting ballroom beyond.   There, she knew exactly what would
happen.   Tully, who apparently also worked
for the earl on the side, and his “assistant” Margeaux, herself a French whore,
had described it all in painfully exquisite detail.
    This was the first night of the
house party and all of the extremely important guests had arrived.   As was customary, select members of the
peerage would be given gifts for the evening, so called “party favours,” a name
borrowed from that infernal Helios Club she’d been told, that they could do
with as they pleased and that always ended in the innocent being fucked.   Cecily, as well as the three other women and
four men being led down the hall with her, were the