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

“gifts” for this year’s
celebration.
    Tonight, whether she was willing or
not, Cecily would be taken and fucked, solely for the amusement of a member of
society.   After that?   She had no idea what would happen to
her.   Tully and the whore weren’t
talking.   However, Cecily couldn’t
imagine that the result would be good, whatever it was.   At best, she supposed she would be sold into
prostitution.   At worst?   Left on the street to die.   Considering the options, the groping at
Folsom House didn’t seem quite so repugnant any longer.   In fact, she’d fuck the marquess himself if
it saved her from a life of whoring for sailors and the lowest dregs of
mankind.
    She felt a breeze brush past her
face and then the warmth of the ballroom pulled her in, caressing her bare skin
like a lover’s touch.   A hand at her
back gave her a small push, forcing her deeper into the room, and she stumbled
a bit before that same hand steadied her.   Beyond the blackness, she heard the rustle of fabric and felt the soft
stroke of velvet across her arm.   However, the voices in the room were still muted and she decided they
must be behind a screen or curtain of some type.   Otherwise, given the way they were dressed – the women like sluts
and the men bare-chested, wearing breeches so tight that their semi-erect
cocks, thanks mostly to Margeaux’s earlier ministrations, were on full display
– Cecily was certain that at least someone would make a rude remark the moment
they were seen.   This was the ton ,
after all.   It was unavoidable.
    Then, large hands shoved her
backwards and she tumbled, rather ungracefully, into a soft, high backed
chair.   Her legs were forcibly spread
open, her feet planted wide on either side of the chair, and a voice growled
low in her ear.  
    “Keep your legs open and that sweet
little cunny of yours on display, love.   Otherwise, there will be hell to pay.   When someone taps you on the shoulder, you stand.   Until then, you don’t move.   At all.”   He paused and she could smell the faint tinge of whiskey on the man’s
breath.   “After that, well, you’ll see
for yourself.”
    With that, he moved her legs a few
more times until they were open to his satisfaction and sliding a finger into
her cunt to see if she was wet before moving on to the next woman.   Cecily was too afraid to move, even though
her mind screamed at her to get up and run.   But where would she go?   With her
wrists bound in front of her, there wasn’t much she could do, other than pull off
the blindfold and run, hoping for the best.   However, she had no doubt that, dressed as she was, it wouldn’t be long
before she was attacked and fucked.   Or
worse.
    No, given what she’d been told, she
knew her best course of action was to remain seated and simply accept whatever
happened.   At least she knew she
wouldn’t be beaten.   Tully had told them
all that Sutton chose those he bestowed gifts on very carefully, wanting to be
certain that the recipient would truly appreciate the treasure they were being
given for the evening.   If there was
even so much of a hint that the recipient would abuse their gift, the person
was taken away and given to another, more worthy recipient.   She would be cared for and looked after, at
least in a fashion.
    However, it was also clear that she
was going to be fucked, whether she wanted it or not.   Margeaux had said that it would be better if she was a willing
participant in the sexual debauchery, and that a slap or two was tolerated if
the “party favour,” as they were being called, resisted.
    Then, Cecily had no more time to
think about what was happening or what her fate might be.   The crowd had finally quieted and before she
knew it, something soft and velvet brushed by her ankles.   It was, she decided, the curtain opening,
especially after she heard the collective gasp from the assembled company.   Obviously, the virgins on display tonight
met