Kidnapped and Bound: Kidnapped, Book 2 by Blushing Books

tongue was warm and appreciative of the creamy juice filling my aching sex.  She lapped at it like a kitten at milk.
    Mae was to hold me and slip her finger further down in to the crease of my buttocks to circle the puckered hole of my anus.  Polly’s long slender fingers wove their way through my pussy curls and pulled.  I panted, my breath feeling desire take strong hold of me.  Butterflies danced with fluttering pleasure in the pit of my stomach.  My pelvis tilted towards the maid’s mouth and I threw my head back and moaned loudly, bracing my body against Mae’s.  But I was to receive a shock when Polly removed her finger and allowed Mae to thrust inside my pussy, coating her finger with my wetness.  I gasped and moaned as she stoked and coaxed.  Abruptly she took her finger away and began to circle her sodden digit around my anus before inserting it with a hard thrust.
    I cried out as she pulsed it in and out in a robust manner.  Confused and disturbed by the woman’s action, I tried to move away but she was to hold me.  Polly returned to lapping at my wet sex but became annoyed with my movement when Mae thrust inside my anus.  She removed her mouth from my sex, licking her tongue around her lips to savour the delicate taste of my juice.  Then she frowned, raised Lord Drake’s whip and struck at the vulnerable bud between my thighs as it swelled.
    The sensation was delicious rather than excruciating, making pleasure and pain rise high and mix together in a maelstrom.  I moaned and purred, my pussy rising to meet the lash of the whip when she struck me ever so gently again.
    “Do not move again, Lady Gerard,” she schooled, striking my pussy twice more.
    I gasped, unable to catch my breath for the hot-cold pain lashing at the inside of my wet pussy lips.  It spread over my body, making my skin tingle and burn.  Polly descended upon me once again.  She was more firm and cruel in her manipulations.  She sucked my clit into her mouth as if to suckle its nectar.  Mae thrust her finger harder in my anus and gripped my breast, making the sensations forced upon my body a potent combination.  I felt myself close to coming and cried out, signaling the spiral of my desire.
    “She is close, Lord Drake,” Mae informed him loudly, her own voice saturated with lust.  “Do you wish to take her now?”
    My body arched as Polly began to insert her tongue in to the entrance of my channel and I leaned backwards in a tantalising arc upon the bed, supported by the two women.  He came to stand over us.
    “I know it is the usual course for me to take the wench when she has been coaxed to arousal by you both but . . . I should not.  But I want to.  I must.  I cannot be denied her taking any longer.”
    Lord Drake’s voice was breathless.  I could see his cock hard and strong in his breeches, demanding I be taken and made a woman, his woman.  He began to undress as the women continued to ply my sexual arousal, drawing back just as the spiral threatened to consume me.  They were practised at keeping a woman on the brink of her desire, drawing out her reluctant pleasure until she submitted to its strength.  Rather like a wife to a husband in marriage when claimed on her wedding night.
    I agreed with the notion that I should not be penetrated until married but then I did not intend to marry Lord Drake because of his own obstinacy and I could not help myself.  I thought I might die if he did not take me.  I did not care for the consequences at that moment.  If it were to be the only time I would be made love to by the man I desired more than any other, then I was prepared to sacrifice my reputation and right to a husband.  Such were the strength of my feelings for Lord Drake.
    Lord Drake was glorious in his nakedness.  He stood tall and proud above the bed, his cock long and hard and pointing towards my sex as if it could wait no longer to be inside me.   I ached to feel its length and width stretching my