Maggie had never been kissed before. Not on the lips, certainly, and as Anna’s soft ones came down upon her own she could do nothing but marvel in the shock of the feeling, in the pleasure she experienced from it. The sweetness of Anna’s mouth as she tenderly brushed it over Maggie’s brought a smile to her face, until she realised she was kissing a woman. A woman!
Anna lifted her head slightly, seeming unsurprised by Maggie’s reaction, her tender smile appearing unoffended, while Maggie, on the other hand, was very confused. She was a woman, so was she not supposed to feel desire for a man, not for another woman?
“Do not fret. There is nothing wrong with us experiencing pleasure,” Anna said as she traced a finger delicately over Maggie’s moist lips.
Maggie nodded, unsure of what to say.
“It is time, now, for you to find what you crave. You will not be judged here, so try not to judge anyone else,” Anna said, finally dropping her hand. Maggie grieved for the loss.
Anna led her towards a large set of doors. A footman stepped out of the shadows and Maggie could not help but blush. He had witnessed her and Anna kissing! Though she was expecting to feel shame, strangely, she did not. Elation and confidence surged through her veins. How odd.
Chapter Two
Nursing the Scotch in the palm of his hand, Victor swirled the glass with a gentle flick of his wrist, and the ice tinkled softly against the expensive crystal. Those around him chatted, appearing content simply to catch up on the events of the past month. He, however, did not care for idle gossip. He came here for two simple reasons—frivolity and anonymity. Even without the use of a mask to shield his identity, Victor knew his name would never be whispered in association with Goodrich Hall.
Impatient for things to move along, he glanced around the room for Lady Anna. She and her husband were always sure to get the small crowd focused, though tonight Anna appeared to be frustratingly absent. He knew that not to be the case—she had received him when he had arrived—yet her presence was now unknown.
Victor glanced towards her husband, Lord Richard, or Dicky, as he preferred to be known to his peers. He chatted with several of the couples around him, laughing and appearing in his usual high spirits. Victor had to admit, he held some envy towards the man. Dicky had married a woman whom he appeared to love with his whole heart, and, like Dicky, Anna had a taste for experiencing as many of life’s pleasures as she could, namely of a sexual nature. Those women were rare indeed.
Victor did not love Anna—or any woman, for that matter—but it would be nice to be truly oneself with a wife. Not that he had one, but, as his three-and-thirtieth birthday approached, he knew it was time to acknowledge the need for an heir. It was his duty, after all. He sighed as he nursed his drink. It was something his mother reminded him of daily. Why she could not be content with her teas and shopping was beyond him. He would never choose a woman as demanding as his father had. No, his wife would be chosen for her ability to bring him pleasure, though that would be a trifle difficult, as he had no desire to wed any woman who was not still a maiden. Truly a quandary.
Glancing around the room, Victor noted many women he had bedded before. In truth, he had bedded them all at least once, and all preferred different things. Lady Ashley liked a man who would dominate her—understandable, considering her old, serene husband. She grinned at him once she noticed his perusal, turning to face him, her delicate figure displayed favourably in the soft candlelight. He nodded his head once in acknowledgement and moved on. No, she was not what he sought tonight. Not even close.
Lady Siebel stood on the other side of the room, laughing lightly at something one of the men had said. She was a different minx altogether. She was a woman who, while appearing frail and genteel, was nothing of the sort. Pain was this woman’s pleasure—inflicting it as well as receiving it. Victor moved past her with haste.
Several other women had graced Goodrich Hall with their presence tonight. A good twenty souls of both sexes filled the grand room, chatting, smoking and drinking with their peers. Victor loved the idea of this club or society, if one wished to call it as such. All in attendance were loyal and relished the secrecy. The pleasure to be had was certainly worth the risk of attending.
Movement by the door caught his eye and Victor glanced over, pleased to see Anna had finally graced them with her presence. She would be sure to move things along soon. Victor had never found her to be a woman who liked to draw things out for long.
As Anna turned and spoke, he realised she was not alone. A woman, masked and dressed in deep red silks, silks Victor knew to be Anna’s, listened intently.
Victor allowed his gaze to wander over the new arrival. She was young, but not so young he would have thought her a child. Sophisticated, was his first thought. A rarity for the girls who had been turned out of late or so it had seemed. He noted how she wrung her hands together in front of herself. She was nervous. His lips lifted in an amused smile. Of course she was. This was not a place for a delicate or easily frightened woman to roam. It was a place of carnal delight.
Newcomers were rarely introduced. Those who attended Goodrich Hall were forbidden from talking about the dealings that transpired within its walls, though Anna and Dicky did induct new blood from time to time. He wondered whether this woman was a similar inductee. Anna’s desires strayed from men alone. Did this woman have similar tastes? Oh, how divine that would be to watch.
For the first time that evening, his cock stirred in his breeches. It hardened at his thoughts. Oh, how he enjoyed a break from the mundane, and this woman would be a treat.
Anna continued to talk—presumably filling her in on the rules, though they had few—as she took two glasses of wine from a passing footman. The woman raised a small, demure hand to retrieve the glass from Anna’s. It was only then, as she turned to scan the room, that Victor noticed the beads.
Black beads. A virgin!
Mentally, he took a step back. No, he was not a tempter of innocents. He never had been, and dared not start now, though, he had to admit, her presence intrigued him. Never before had he seen that colour bead worn before. Why would a virgin wish to be involved with those at Goodrich Hall?
The beads were a staple among the guests. By not wearing any beads, one signified one was open to all. Only Anna and Dicky wore no beads around their necks. The colours signified different things. Red indicated a need to be dominated by another. Lady Siebel wore red tonight, along with a set of silver ones. Group fetish, a need to be taken by many, men or women, in any way they deemed fit. Judging by the combination of both beads, she sought both at once. Victor had no doubt the woman would not go wanting tonight. He had already seen many men eyeing her with interest.
Victor’s attention returned to the virginal lady. She was a lady, to be sure. Her posture and the manner in which she stood there convinced him of the fact.
It was only as Dicky removed his cravat and jacket before moving into the centre of the room that Victor realised his desire for the evening to commence would not be starved for long.
He looked back towards the woman in the red silk, watched how she clenched the glass in her hand. He also noticed how all the other men in the room slowly moved a step in the other direction. Yes, they were here for sex. Sex without bounds and a need for decorum. Yet here stood a woman who wanted to be involved, but not lose her innocence. What man was stupid enough to endure such an undertaking? What man in his right mind would choose this night to show a maiden pleasure, neglecting his own, when he could choose otherwise and be filled with pleasure of the highest order?
As Victor made his way over to the woman in red, these were the questions he asked himself.
Maggie felt the curiosity from around the room, but what dazed her more than anything else was that she appeared to be the only person who was masked. More shocking, and somewhat daunting, was the fact that she recognised a large sum of those in attendance.
“You can leave at any time,” Anna said, capturing Maggie’s
attention. As Maggie looked up at the beautiful woman, she noticed the interest in Anna’s features. Anna studied Maggie for a moment more before she smiled warmly. “Though I hope you do not.”
With a single nod of her head, Anna signalled for a footman to approach and selected two flutes of wine from the silver tray he carried. As she passed one to Maggie, the woman looked around the room.
“Please do not use your mind tonight.” Anna slid her gaze back to Maggie. “Listen to your body. It will guide you.” With that, she reached for Maggie’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before she headed towards the centre of the room.
Maggie stood frozen to the spot. She chanced a look around but found none paid her any mind. Instead, they watched Anna and the man whom she walked towards with what Maggie would call a rabid hunger.
The man smiled at Anna as she approached. The servant placed a chair directly behind where he waited. Maggie recognised the butler to be the same man who had taken her coat upon her arrival. It seemed they had all done this before.
Anna did not stop before the man and Maggie reminded herself of where she was. They were not here to talk about politics. No, they were here to fuck. Even as she thought the word, she felt heat rise upon her skin. It was all so indecent! Heat of a different kind warmed her body, rising from the depth of her core to the tips of her nipples. She shuddered at the same moment as gooseflesh rose upon her skin.
Even as she felt a presence come up beside her, Maggie could not draw her attention from the scene unfolding in front of her.
Anna reached for the man, her sure hands making light work of opening the front of his vest and shirt. He stood there, seeming pleased to simply watch, judging by the devilish curve of his lips. He did not have long to admire her swift movements as Anna gave him a firm, yet gentle push. He sat down instantly, seeming to expect the chair to have been placed behind him. Lowering herself to her knees, Anna held eye contact with him as he looked down at her. Her hands moved to his breeches and, within moments, she held his cock in her hand.
Never before had Maggie seen one. She had heard the maids talk and, having added it to her knowledge from the banned novels she’d concealed in her chamber, Maggie had assumed she was somewhat knowledgeable as to its appearance. She could now determine that her imagination, as well as the maids’ and authors’ descriptions, had not done it justice. Not at all.
Anna leant down, licked the head of his cock with a flick of her tongue before she drew it into her mouth, deep down her throat until Maggie could no longer see the thick shaft. The man rolled his head back, his groan rumbling around the now silent room.
Maggie clenched her thighs together as a pulsing started within the flesh of her cunt. While she liked the sensation, she held in the moan that wanted to escape. How could she become so aroused from simply watching? Still, she could not prevent a small sigh from escaping her lips as another woman approached the pair, her silks gone. Entirely naked, this woman leant down, capturing the man’s lips with her own. He slid his hand up from where it had rested on Anna’s head, up the woman’s leg, only to stop when he reached her cunt. Maggie saw his fingers disappear for a moment, only to emerge covered in the woman’s honey before he delved back in, rougher than Maggie would have expected. The woman groaned into his mouth, which reassured Maggie that she enjoyed the action.
Soon he broke his kiss with the woman he fingered, though he continued to work his fingers in her core. All the while, Anna still sucked on his cock. The woman leant forward, threading a hand though his hair while edging her breasts closer to his lips. The man took the bud of her rosy nipple into his mouth as his free hand moved to Anna’s hair, which he clasped tightly. Suckling sounds, sounds of wetness and a smell of musky sex slowly filled the room. Maggie’s internal muscles clenched around imaginary fingers as they caressed her from inside. How she wished to experience what these women did.
Anna suddenly rose. The cock that had been in her mouth moments ago now seemed to scream out for attention. Would the other woman take over? She didn’t seem interested or aware of anything else around her, nor of Anna, who now proceeded to undress in front of her.
Anna quickly slid out of her silks. Her body was just as Maggie had pictured it—sleek and graceful. Her long, flowing hair hung down her naked back to just above her tight bottom. Beautiful.
She did not stand around for long. Anna moved forward, straddling the man’s lap and rising on her toes. Maggie had not realised until then, but the chair was somewhat lower than a normal one. Had it been designed for this purpose? Fascinating.
Maggie watched in wonder as Anna lowered herself onto the man’s cock. Its engorged red form disappeared from view as it impaled her. Anna’s low moan vibrated off the walls as she rose and fell on the man’s hardness. Maggie could not contain the groan that left her lips.
Warmth settled behind her, and Maggie was incapable of stopping herself from leaning into it. Nor did she want to. She knew she leant back against the muscled chest of a man, a man she could not bring herself to glance at. His arm came around her, holding her steady as she watched the scene before her. His palm flattened over the softness of her belly. She could feel every movement of his hand through the thin silk. Another moan left her lips as she leaned farther into him, resting her head in the nook of his neck and shoulder, and yet she could not draw her attention away from Anna.
His firm hand on her belly slowly rose, the fingers massaging her gently as they moved. Once they touched her breast, she moaned again, unable to help herself. Maggie’s eyes drifted closed as he rolled her nipple between his sure fingers, squeezing firmly. She arched her back against him and her breathing changed, deepened. His other hand moved around her then, starting like the other had on her belly, but this one did not rise to her mounds. No, it descended to her core. She groaned, unable and unwilling to attempt to control herself. His fingers pressed into her folds though the fabric of the silks, firmly and with haste.
His hand upon her breast tightened, while his lower hand parted the fabric at her folds. He touched her then, without the barrier of clothing. She was so very thankful.
A need filled her to open her eyes, to look out at what surrounded her. Maggie gave in to that need and instantly regretted doing so. Every person in the room watched her, including Anna and those involved in their public dalliance, yet she could not find it in her to be embarrassed, instead basking in the heat building inside her. Anna still rose and fell upon the man’s cock, her gaze heavy as she looked at Maggie. The man whose cock impaled Anna looked on with a heated expression, his fingers working frantically on the two women he still touched and explored.
Another man now stood behind Anna—one Maggie recognised. Sir Andrew Harington wore no clothes at all, but what drew her notice first was how he stroked his own cock. A footman suddenly appeared with a small bowl. The man she had danced with at a ball only last week dipped his fingers in the liquid and then rubbed it along the length of his cock, in a long, smooth motion. It was only a moment before he moved his fingers to Anna’s ass, where he inserted them deeply.
Maggie moaned at the sight of this and the hands of the man who held her tightened, both upon her breast and on her bud, which he rolled between his fingers. She leaned against him for support, feeling his stiff cock pressing against her arse. Oh, if only she could feel what Anna did now! Another moan tumbled from her lips and he held her up with his strong arms. She held no doubt she would not be able to stand without them.
She forced her eyes to focus on Sir Andrew, behind Anna. He caught Maggie’s eye, and his thin lips curved sensually. He looked away and moved closer to Anna, his fingers slipping again into the pucker of her ass. The sound of pleasure that emerged from Anna’s lips sent shivers up Maggie’s spine. Sir Andrew positioned his cock at the pucker as he removed his fingers. His gaze again met Maggie’s as he pushed himself deep within Anna, in one sure thrust. Anna cried out again, and suddenly a wave of pleasure swamped Maggie.
The fingers a
t her core became firmer and, at the same moment, he pinched her breast and nipple hard. Maggie knew she screamed, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. She didn’t want to. He did not relent, though, as her climax took hold of her. Her body continued to pulse as his fingers worked against her bud. His warm and frantic breath on her neck was the last thing she recalled until another, stronger climax hit her, more powerful and consuming than anything she could have imagined.
Chapter Three
Warmth surrounded her as a gentle rocking lulled her from her slumber. Maggie rolled further into the comfort, murmuring her approval as the hold on her firmed. She nuzzled into the warmth, and the endearing scent of pine and musk filled her senses. It was divine, creating both a calming and an empowering feeling inside her.
The rocking stopped for a moment and she heard the gentle click of metal, but she refused to open her eyes. She was happy to remain where she was. She had never felt so content before.
Feeling herself being pulled away from the warmth, Maggie murmured her protests, but it was the cool softness that surrounded her that made her open one eye in annoyance. She gasped, unable to stop herself. A large, strong man had placed her into a large manor bed, and was now leaning over her. He looked down at her with deep blue eyes, which were more the colour before a storm than the calming blue of a sunny sky. He did not smile, simply studied her when he saw her eyes had opened.
“Ah, you are awake,” he said in a deep voice.
Maggie’s internal muscles clenched as his words rolled over her skin. Gooseflesh followed in their wake.
His gaze lingered on her for a moment before he sat on the side of the bed, facing her. “My name is Victor. You are?”
“M-Maggie,” she whispered.
For the first time his features were graced with a smile. His lips lifted ever so slightly, just enough for her to gauge his pleasure at her words.
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