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

with the group’s approval.
    “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.