Sapphic Secrets

by Kyoko Church

  ‘P-please, Celeste. Please clear away the –’ Lilly stopped, swallowed, closed her eyes, scrunched them tight, then took a breath ‘– seed!’ she blurted.

  Slowly Celeste moved between Lilly’s legs, pulling the chair into position and lowering herself down on it.

  ‘And why do you want me to do this?’ Celeste said, stroking her hand gently downwards over the tiny bit of stubble beginning to form on Lilly’s pubic mound. Lilly shivered at even this soft touch.

  ‘So my husband won’t see!’ she sobbed out.

  ‘Mmm, yes,’ Celeste said, as she bent down and licked deeply into Lilly’s sopping wet hole, pulling a tongueful of Lilly’s slick juices from her and swallowing it before going back to lick out some more. For the first three licks her tongue never reached as far as her mistress’s swollen bud, which looked more red and distended than she’d ever seen Yvonne’s look. Lilly moaned and sighed and whimpered. But soon Celeste could not ignore that little nub any longer. She wheeled the tables that Lilly’s legs were strapped to further open, widening the V and splitting Lilly apart as far as she could go. Lilly gasped. With her mistress as fully exposed to her as ever, Celeste began to slowly tongue her stiffened clit while Lilly moaned and panted.

  ‘Shh,’ Celeste cooed, between licks. ‘Mm, I will lick away all your delicious wanting, madame.’

  ‘Please, Celeste, please,’ Lilly moaned.

  ‘I think there is still some inside too,’ Celeste said as she eased her fingers in and out, licking those as well. Soon she was fingering and licking Lilly at a steady pace. Despite their stretched and bound position, Celeste felt Lilly’s legs begin to quiver. Her hips pumped up and down like a piston, seeking out the friction against Celeste’s firm, wet tongue. Her moaning gave way to gasping and pleading, though Celeste wondered if she really knew what she was pleading for.

  But Celeste raised her head. She replaced her tongue with her fingers and rubbed Lilly in circular motions. ‘And tell me, madame,’ Celeste said, as Lilly gyrated and begged. ‘You like me using my tongue here, don’t you?

  Lilly groaned but didn’t answer. She only whimpered and humped up against Celeste’s hand. But Celeste backed off just enough so that Lilly couldn’t quite get what she needed. ‘Answer me,’ Celeste said calmly, but with a smouldering intensity in her eyes. When Lilly still didn’t answer she took away her hand completely. ‘Answer me and I might put my tongue back there.’

  ‘Yes!’ Lilly cried. ‘Yes, I like you using your tongue on me there!’

  It was like a sweet, sweet song to Celeste’s ears. With that, the maid bent down and gave Lilly what she knew she desperately craved. To be worked over steady and hard with her tongue on her aching little bud. And she was rewarded with even more sweet music.

  ‘Oh God, Celeste! Yes, Celeste, yes! Oh Celeste!’

  Chapter Four

  ‘Did you speak to the senior Mr Samms, sir?’ James was following Ewan from the front door to the library, taking the overcoat Ewan shed and handing him a brandy.

  ‘I did, James,’ Ewan said.

  ‘And?’

  Ewan sighed. ‘He’s not going to be so gauche as to come right out and say he will withdraw support from the mill if I don’t have Phillip back.’ He took a healthy swallow of brandy and settled into his favourite leather chair. ‘He inquired about Lillianne. I told him we are trying to manage her illness on our own for now, but that we will most likely require Phillip to return.’ He watched the hint of distaste pass over his butler’s face. ‘No one is keen for Phillip to be back here James, least of all me. His methods with Mrs Draper were unorthodox at best. But –’ he leant down and unlaced his boots ‘– you know how Maxwell operates. We need to keep him happy. And the fact is Lillianne may still need Phillip’s help.’ Ewan rubbed his shins. ‘How has she been today?’

  ‘Celeste has been with her, sir,’ James said, looking vaguely distracted.

  ‘I see.’ Ewan hesitated a moment. ‘James, I’d appreciate it if you’d give me a hand here.’ He motioned to his footwear.

  ‘Of course, sir,’ James said quickly, getting on his knee before his master. Tugging off each leather boot required some work but after some moments he’d worked first one, then the other off.

  As James rose, Ewan noticed a slight sheen of sweat on his manservant’s forehead. ‘Are you quite all right, James?’

  ‘Fine, sir, I’m fine. I’m sorry, sir.’ James grabbed a white handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbed at his forehead. He was ever so slightly hunched. He seemed to be in pain.

  ‘Go and lie down, James,’ Ewan ordered. ‘You’re not well, man.’

  ‘I’m sure that’s not necessary, sir. I’ve just had a … spell,’ James said. ‘I’ll have a glass of water. I’ll be fine,’ he said. ‘Will that be all then, sir?’

  ‘Yes, James. That’s fine. Get some rest tonight,’ he called after his butler as he left the library.

  Ewan frowned after James’s retreating figure. The man had always been the most attentive butler. Attending him. Anticipating his desires. His service was never less than impeccable.

  Recently, though, he’d seemed distracted. Like tonight with removing his boots. In the past James would have performed this task without the need for prompting. Now he seemed almost – reluctant. Unwilling.

  Ewan drained his brandy glass. James actually seemed unwell. Perhaps he should consult a doctor. He grimaced as he thought of Phillip. The last thing he needed was more of his household under the care of Dr Samms. Although it would undoubtedly make Maxwell Samms happy. He sighed.

  Glancing out of the library at the stairs in the foyer, Ewan thought of his wife. It was time for her therapy. His cock stirred at the thought of the task of his wife’s physical maintenance. But then he remembered Phillip’s warnings of the asylum. His wife would not end up there. He would do everything he could to make sure of it.

  James stepped into the sanctuary of his butler’s quarters and closed the door softly behind him, leaning his back and head against it as he did so. Then he gave his head a sound knock against the wood of the door as well.

  Damn it! If only he could get the thoughts to leave. He walked to the basin and filled it from the pitcher of water beside. The New England weather was cooling, but not so much that it warranted a fire yet. The house had a chill so the water that splashed into the basin was crisp and fresh. He dunked a wash cloth into it, wrung it out only slightly, then rubbed the wet coolness all over his face and neck, relishing the cold.

  A bit shakily, he undid his belt and trousers. As he eased them down he stared at the second belt that held the device in place. He desperately wanted to undo that belt as well. It was evening now. All of his duties had been tended to.

  He replaced the wash cloth in the basin and slowly began to unfasten what bound him. This is necessary, he reminded himself. It was what must be endured for the thoughts that he could not keep at bay.

  James could pinpoint the moment his downfall began.

  He thought back to how it used to be, before that moment, and longed for the simplicity of what it was to love his job and do it well. He was Ewan Draper’s butler. His valet. A gentleman’s gentleman. He lived to serve his lord, to anticipate his every need and fulfil it. Everything from running his household and arranging his travel to ensuring his clothing was clean and pressed, dressing and even shaving him, all of it fell to James. He delivered the highest quality of service. He took such pride in that.

  And then one day, as he was at his lord’s feet, buffing his shoes and doing up his laces, listening to his lord boasting of his dubious conquests at Ms Rodham’s house of ill repute, something twigged in his head.

  Those women. His master’s needs. His greatest need.

  Suddenly a great, yawning chasm opened up. All of the base desires he’d heard other men succumb to, and which he’d always felt above, took hold of his body as he imagined kneeling at his lord’s feet, taking his lord’s staff in his mouth, fulfilling this most basic nee
d as well, his service to his lord complete. He’d excused himself quickly, gone into his room, grasped his swollen prick, as hard and needy as he’d ever felt it, and, with shaking hands, worked his cock to its completion, as he gasped and cried out, his spunk falling in creamy ropes to the floor.

  ‘No!’ he’d cried. Only weak men did this. Ones whose minds were addled and dim. Everyone knew this kind of self-abuse could only lead to ruin. Not him. And thinking of his master! His cheeks burned bright; his whole body felt awash in the heat of shame and regret.

  Never again, he’d promised himself. He’d bought the chastity device and vowed to wear it whenever in service to his lord so that those thoughts and his body’s reactions might not prevail.

  But now, as he undid the belt buckle and gingerly removed the metal casing from his loins, his shaft began to grow. Oh God, how good it felt to be free, free from the confines that had been imposed throughout the day. It pulsed and rose, like some kind of animal he couldn’t control, as opposed to his own body.

  He took up the cold wash cloth again, wrung it out, and began to press it against his swollen flesh, clearing his mind and willing himself to calmness. Then, suddenly, he remembered Lillianne. Ewan would be attending her shortly.

  No ! he chastised himself. No, he wouldn’t watch. Not again.

  But the thought of catching his master in flagrante delicto, to hear him, to see his body flex and move, was too intoxicatingly enticing.

  He looked down at the red indentations on his flesh where the metal chastity device had pressed into it, and winced. The thought of locking that into place again now he’d just finally taken it off was certainly not appealing.

  If I wear my cage, he bargained with himself. While the metal chastity device prevented him from becoming erect, the other device he’d made himself purchase, the cage, allowed the erection but prevented any stimulation.

  Carefully, he fastened the other contraption into place, tucking it into his trousers. Secured, he slipped out of his room and headed stealthily up the stairs to the master bedroom.

  Chapter Five

  ‘Lillianne.’

  Despite everything, Lilly’s heart still swelled whenever Ewan walked into the room. And tonight was no exception. He stood briefly in the doorway, then raced to her bedside to kiss her softly on the forehead. Here was the man who plucked her from a dreary life of factory work and rescued her from the nefarious intentions of his ex-foreman, the man who made her his wife and shared whatever was his. He still made her pulse race and her eyes shine bright when she saw him.

  ‘Ewan, darling. I’m so glad you’re home.’

  But then Lilly became aware of Celeste. Sitting on the chair by the bed, the maid shifted uncomfortably and rose.

  ‘Monsieur, I kept madame restrained in the lab today, as the doctor ordered. Then I unbound her, brought her here and stayed with her until your arrival, as you requested.’ Celeste glanced at Lilly, her eyes their darkest grey, and then looked away.

  ‘Very good, Celeste. You may go.’

  Celeste hesitated a moment. Out of the corner of her eye, Lilly saw her falter and wondered what she was thinking.

  ‘Madame,’ she murmured quietly, bowing quickly and exiting.

  When she was gone, Lilly let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

  Ewan loosened his clothing. ‘How are you feeling?’ he asked.

  ‘Fine.’ Lilly replied. He looked at her pointedly. ‘I’m fine, Ewan, really.’

  ‘You – managed today? With Celeste?’

  Lilly’s pulse quickened. ‘Celeste kept me bound,’ she managed to say.

  Ewan removed his shirt and trousers and lay beside her.

  ‘Lillianne, my love, I’m sorry to have to keep you that way.’ Ewan leant over her, caressing her hair and staring into her eyes. ‘But I won’t let anyone take you away from me.’ He kissed her softly. ‘Was it horrible?’

  Lilly closed her eyes and swallowed hard. A mental image of Celeste’s eyes peering up at her from between her thighs flashed through her brain and she quivered, her sex pulsed. No! she thought, willing her body to remain calm, not to moisten between her legs, the tell-tale sign of her affliction.

  ‘Shhhh,’ Ewan said, kissing her again. ‘I’m here now. Let’s begin your therapy.’

  Having pulled off his underclothes, Ewan moved his substantial frame on top of Lilly’s small one and positioned himself between her legs. He stroked himself roughly a few times to prepare and then began to ease his thick member inside her.

  Lilly lay as still and quiet as the doctor had taught her. She was just moist enough that Ewan was able to work himself inside her after a number of strokes, but not so much as to arouse his concern for her illness.

  ‘My sweet Lilly,’ Ewan whispered, as he moved inside of her.

  Lilly continued to lay tense and quiet beneath her husband. Celeste had quelled the ache in the little bud at her centre with her mouth. But now to have her husband’s thick girth moving inside her depths, stroking her, filling her where she so desperately longed to be filled … She couldn’t help but feel her herself moisten and coat her husband’s shaft with her barely suppressed eagerness.

  ‘God, woman, you’re so slick and tight,’ Ewan said between clenched teeth as he sped up, moving like a piston now, in and out of her slippery sheath. Lilly’s sex clenched involuntarily around him. ‘Fuck!’ he cried. His body tensed, he groaned and spilled inside her.

  ‘Celeste! You will return to your room at once!’ James hissed.

  ‘Shh!’ Celeste replied, more quietly than the butler. ‘They will hear you! Do you want it to be like last time?’

  James blanched. The last time Dr Samms had been in the room with Ewan and Lillianne, he’d come across the maid outside the master suite. They had argued that time too, so loudly that Ewan had come out in the hallway to address them.

  ‘Anyway, c’est fini. You missed it, Monsieur James.’

  James paled again. ‘I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

  ‘OK. If you want to be that way.’ Celeste resumed her position at the door.

  ‘Celeste, leave at once!’ James whispered harshly.

  ‘I won’t, monsieur!’ Celeste was equally indignant. ‘You and I both know why we’re here.’

  James grabbed Celeste roughly and pulled her into the lab.

  ‘I’ve seen the way you look at him, monsieur. I’ve seen you change. The way you attend Monsieur Draper. It is different now, non ?’

  ‘My service is exemplary!’ James said, indignant.

  ‘You don’t have to hide your feelings from me, Monsieur James. I understand. We can help each other!’

  ‘I won’t let you say these things about me.’

  ‘I’m not…’ She stopped as she noticed James’s gaze fall on something on the far wall behind her.

  He walked over, ran his hand along the wall, bent down, and put his eye against it.

  At once James understood that Phillip must have put this hole here in order to spy on Lillianne.

  Rising, he turned to stare across the room at Celeste. Her eyes held so much understanding. He felt a little something shift inside him. Yes, she knew of his longing. As he knew of hers.

  He stepped aside and let Celeste look. He knew it afforded her the exact view of the proceedings in the master suite that she wanted.

  ‘Ewan, darling. It’s fine.’

  ‘I don’t know, Lillianne. Phillip was quite adamant.’

  ‘I feel fine,’ she said, a little shakily. ‘Let’s just go to sleep.’

  ‘Are you sure you feel OK?’ He eyed her warily.

  ‘Goodness, Ewan, I’m not going to break.’

  ‘Lillianne, your tone is uncalled for. You know what my concerns are. My wife will not end up …’ He stopped and took a breath. ‘You will not be taken away from me, Lillianne. Now I know you’re against it but I think I should ask Phillip to return. He never had trouble bringing about your paroxysm did he?’
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br />   Lillianne frowned inwardly. He spent hours at it, she thought, not minutes. But then she shook her head. Because that sounded like she wanted it that way. ‘Please, not Phillip,’ she whispered.

  ‘Lilly, you need help. We cannot let your affliction go unmanaged.’

  This was it. This was the time to mention the idea that had been blossoming in her head, the one that, once she’d thought of it, she couldn’t escape.

  ‘What if we got Celeste?’ she whispered.

  Way back in the back of her mind, alarm bells were going off even as she whispered those words to her husband. She knew she was inviting – at the very least – complications. As long as it’s not Phillip, she told herself. That is the reason I’m suggesting Celeste.

  ‘Celeste?’ Ewan asked absently as he settled himself under the bedclothes beside his wife.

  ‘Celeste used to be a nurse back in Quebec. She told me about it. She is used to dealing with – people’s bodies, with their health. And she’s already here, she already helped me today.’ Even as she said the words she felt the place between her legs clench and moisten at the memory of how Celeste had “helped” her.

  On the other side of the wall that separated the master suite from the lab, Celeste turned from the peephole and fought to supress a smile, as James studied her intently.

  ‘What is it, Celeste?’ James demanded in a hoarse whisper. ‘What have you seen?’

  Celeste was silent a moment, her face revealing nothing. Then she looked up at James.

  ‘Uh, rien, it’s nothing, monsieur. They are going to sleep now.’ Celeste rose. ‘We should leave; they could still hear us, non?’

  As she and James silently shuffled out of the room, Celeste’s brain was already whirring. What would she tell Dr Samms?