Cecilia's Claim Page 9

  She looked up at him and yawned again. "Tally on, my lord. Ahh." They had taken the jacket off. Caleb pulled the shirt over her head and stood back as Philippe began to unfasten the knot that held her lace bindings in place. Once her breasts were unfettered, Cecy took a deep breath.

  "Ohh, that's better. I had not realized how uncomfortable I was. That lace may look pretty, but 'tis scratchy on bare skin and…damn." She broke off and ran her fingers over her lips. "Where have I heard those words before?"

  "Which?" Philippe ran the length of cloth between his hands, letting it slip over his fingers and drape in graceful loops. His expression to anyone who didn't know him well was one of casual interest. To Caleb it reminded him of his favorite hound when he'd latched onto the scent of his quarry.

  "Eh? Oh something about lace being scratchy." She shook her head. "No 'tis gone. But someone somewhere said that to me. No matter it will come when I least expect it. Philippe, why do you ask?"

  "He is by profession, nosy," Caleb said. "And files things away in his murky mind."

  "If lace marks your skin, then I would not want to dress you in it." Philippe remarked urbanely. He swung Cecy up into his arms. "I wish to be the one who does that. And my marks will be those of passion and pride."

  The laugh she gave was somewhat shaky. "Philippe, I don't know…"

  "You don't need to yet." Caleb butted in. "Enjoy your bath. Here, let me remove those breeches, and you can get into the water. Philippe and I will play bathing attendant." He swiftly divested her of the rest of the borrowed clothing, and stood back to allow her to be lowered gently into the steaming scented water. As it swirled around her, the soft perfume of roses filled the air. Cecy gave one long sigh as she lifted her hair over the rim. Where once it would have streamed like a dark vibrant waterfall down the outside of the tub, the shorter curls now created a riot of waves.

  "Stretch out, relax and let us minister to you." Caleb waited until she did as he asked. "Now close your eyes. Good girl." He moved to the far side of the bath and lifted the soap laid out in readiness. Opposite him, Philippe took off his clothes and knelt on the floor. Caleb passed the soap over to him, and then undid his cuffs, before pulling his shirt over his head, and shucking his own breeches. He stepped over the rim of the bath, at the same time as Philippe rubbed the soap over Cecy's shoulders.

  The water swirled.

  Cecy sat up and opened her eyes in a rush. "What?"

  "We said we'd take care of you. Close your eyes again. Don't think, use your senses and just feel." Caleb pushed her legs apart and knelt between them. Her eyes were still wide open.

  "Shut your eyes love, or I'll blindfold them," Philippe warned her. He moved one hand to her breast, rolled the rosy nipple between two fingers. "Do you close them?"

  "Why, yes I think I do."

  As she let her head rest back on the edge of the bathtub, Caleb ran his hand up her leg toward her thigh. He edged inward and circled her cunt. Her soft skin was slippery from the water and the essence in it, and his finger slipped inside her channel with ease.

  "Oh 'tis good. I need more." Cecy thrashed her head from side to side, all the while doing as she had been bidden and keeping her eyes closed.

  Caleb added another finger, and used his free hand to circle her other channel. The one where dark desires lurked and begged for release. Her body tensed under his palm. "Relax, anything we do you will love, on my oath."

  She murmured something incoherent and relaxed again. Behind her Philippe moved his hand to her other nipple, and as Caleb watched him, he nipped it. Cecy's gasp was all he had hoped for. Her channel tightened on Caleb's hand and he pushed further into her.

  "Sit up love." Philippe stepped into the bath behind her and stretched his legs out on either side. The water rose to tease the edge of her areolae.

  Caleb's cock grew hard as he imagined Philippe's prick teasing her arse. If only that it were teasing my hole. Later, I can but hope. He moved forward and took his fingers out of her with infinite slowness, grazing the sides of her with his nails. Her moan was so erotic it was all he could do to stop himself coming.

  "Cecy, you do not allow yourself release until we say so." Philippe's voice was hard. "Tonight you will learn our ways and if this is the only night you chose to give us, so be it."

  She gave a very slight nod and if Caleb hadn't watched her closely he would have missed it. "Speak your agreement, love," he said. "This is when we need to know you're happy.

  "As long as if I cry stop you agree."

  Philippe grunted. "Hmm, if you cry stop you will not mean it. If you cry Waterloo you will. We chose that as your safe word. Can you remember?"

  "I am not an imbecile. I think it's not above my…aaahhhh. What?"

  Caleb hadn't seen Philippe move his hand under the water. He felt it brush over his rigid prick and then Cecy had cried out.

  "A nip there is but an indication of passion." Philippe said. "Or a warning. For the pain it sends to you as it fills your body will become pleasure. The soft folds that keep your cunt warm are sensitive to such pleasure pain that I can bring. When we fill you, both of us together, and you feel us deep inside both channels is another. Therefore, as I said, you don't find release until you have permission. If what we do is so abhorrent, or unacceptable, you use your word." He moved his hand again to pluck and soothe her nipples in turn. "Tell us what you feel."

  Even as Caleb angled himself closer to her cunt and used the tip of his cock to tease her entrance, Cecy moved restlessly, creating ripples that edged toward the rim of the bath.

  Tis as well it's a stone floor, or we would have a sodden mess to walk on.

  Caleb glanced at Philippe. His cock, already hard and demanding, reacted at the look in his lover's eyes and if possible, swelled even more. It was lust, desire, and so much more. For both Caleb and Cecy.

  "Now?" he asked softly, although it was more of a statement of intent than a question.

  Philippe nodded. As Caleb watched, his skin tight with the thrum of pleasure beating through him, Philippe lifted Cecy forward and onto Caleb's cock. He slid inside her with relative ease, aided by the water and their combined juices. Caleb leaned back so her breasts brushed his chest and her arse was almost out of the water. If Philippe took her like that Caleb was convinced he himself would drown. He pushed hard into her and felt his head brush her womb. If he was to drown, he decided he would enjoy doing so.

  "Do you feel me in you?" he asked, his tone urgent. "Do you feel how I swell and touch every inch of you? That is what we both want. As you rest on me, Philippe will come inside you, also. We will surround you and make you ours. The pain Philippe talks of is pain in one way only. It is the pain of holding back, the pain of ecstasy and the pain of love. Watch, be a part of us, and learn." He thrust hard and reached between then to rub her nub. Cecy jerked as if she had been stung. Caleb grinned, she felt the sting and that was good.

  He looked at Philippe. "Not here, I will be hard pressed to sit up right. On the bed it is, for let us both taste her and show her paradise. Or I continue, and you watch."

  "No watching." Cecy slurred the words, but they were recognizable. "I wish all or nothing. Be it here or elsewhere this is my chance of heaven."

  That was what he wanted to hear.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Would they listen? Cecy could only hope so. She knew she had to feel them both in her or not know what true ecstasy was. The sensation of Caleb moving inside her as Philippe guided her onto Caleb's cock was so intense her skin prickled and the pulse in her neck beat out a rapid tattoo, which echoed in her mind.

  The water caressed her skin like another lover as Cecy picked up the rhythm of tightening and relaxing her inner muscles around Caleb.

  "You are ready for us both? Once we become three like this, we will be bound to each other more securely than if we stand in front of a priest and make our vows." Philippe warned her.

  In spite of the passion that threatened to engulf her, his comparis
on made Cecy smile to herself.

  "If we tried to stand in front of any cleric and make vows we would be inside Bedlam in a blink of the eye. Ménages are as taboo as two men loving each other. However I accept what you say. I don't have the will to fight what we have any longer, nor do I wish to."

  Cecy never thought she could be lifted off Caleb, out of the bath, dried in a most perfunctory manner, and taken next door and rested on the bed so swiftly. In scant seconds, both men joined her. Water still glistened in Caleb's hair. As she gazed at him, his cock twitched and a tiny drop of liquid gathered at the tip.

  "Philippe will direct us this time," Caleb informed her. "It will not always be so. Move over so I can join you." She did as he asked and watched as he stretched out on his back, his prick jutting out strong and proud from its bed of dark curls.

  "Straddle and face Caleb and impale yourself on him."

  The words although softly spoken were a command. One she obeyed with alacrity. Cecy scrambled to kneel astride Caleb. His gaze never left her face as she slowly lowered her body onto his. He held his cock for her as the tip brushed the sensitive folds that enclosed her channel. The soft sweep of the head teased, and created tingles that caused a sweep of heat to rush through her. Her body trembled.

  "I need you inside me, Caleb. If I am of a mind to change all my beliefs let me do so swiftly."

  "No." Philippe said sharply. "This is our journey and a celebration of senses. We will not rush. You will learn the pleasure of pain now. Remember you know how to stop me."

  "I may well call on that if you do not at least let me begin this journey." Cecy muttered, but stayed in the position she was and waited to see what was to happen. For long seconds, the tableau was frozen. Then Caleb reached up and put his fingers into her mouth one by one.

  "Wet them."

  Even though she was puzzled, she did as he asked. As she waited he took one of her breasts in each hand and transferred the liquid onto her. The soft rasp of his fingers on her over-sensitive nipples made her shake. The hairs on her arms stood on end, and a myriad of senses and scents bombarded her.

  The sheen on her skin from the bath was reflected on Caleb's. The perfume of the bathwater mixed with the heady smell of aroused males surrounded her. Cecy realized she had not been fighting them or their ideas. She had been fighting herself. She wanted both of them, and the thought that they could mean so much to her had scared her so much she had run.

  Well, no more. I will accept what is given and embrace it.

  "Lower yourself, until you feel Caleb fill your cunt." The command once more was spoken in a low voice, but was no less forceful for it. Cecy smiled and shook her hair off her face as she took more of Caleb's cock inside her cunt. As she stretched to accommodate him he moved his hands to hold her waist and guide her down. Once she was seated on him Cecy clenched her inner muscles as hard as she could. Caleb groaned.

  "Minx, you are magic."

  "No magic," Cecy assured him. "Just a desire to make this occasion one for us all to remember. She began a rhythm of tightening and relaxing her channel around Caleb.

  Her back was stroked, she presumed by Philippe, and then two strong arms slid under her arms and toward her breast.

  "Touch Caleb's nipples, as I do to you." Philippe told her as he nipped her hard nubs. "We're sensitive like you."

  The nips and strokes he placed on her breasts sent a spiral of tingles through her body to her quim. Cecy felt she was on fire.

  "I need release," she gasped. "Ah please ahh…" The last nip was hard, so very hard that pain shot through her. Before she had time to register how sore she might be, the caress that followed, plus the tiny pinches afterwards, changed the pain to pleasure. "Ahh." This time it was a moan of arousal and enjoyment.

  "Attend to Caleb, focus on him."

  Could she really touch Caleb in that way?

  "Do it," Caleb said. "It is true, we may be male but the sting of pain there is easily changed to the sweetness of pleasure."

  She took a nipple in between her fingers and rolled it across the tips. Caleb moaned, and his cock twitched inside her.

  "More." Philippe demanded. "More now." He nipped her nipples as he spoke and Cecy automatically tightened her fingers on Caleb. His eyes clouded and he licked his lips. The gesture was so erotic Cecy trembled.

  "Lean forward now. Let your breasts touch Caleb's. I am going to complete us."

  Cecy's heart jumped and her pulse rate sped up. What if she couldn't accept him? What if she hurt either of them? What if the pain was too much to bear? Her mind was full of doubt even as her body throbbed with excitement. Perspiration dotted her skin as she put her hands onto the bed either side of Caleb and lowered herself toward him. As her breasts brushed his chest, the hairs of his torso stroked her body. The tickles added to her heightened awareness.

  Something cold and slippery touched her anus and she jumped.

  "Shh, this will aid me to enter you. Relax and breathe deeply. Do you know what a beautiful sight this is?' Philippe's tone was almost reverent. "To see my two lovers together, ready and waiting for me to complete us."

  Cecy felt a sharp pain as something began to probe her hole. Surely that was not Philippe's cock? She realized it was his finger, covered in some sort of liquid to aid its passage into her.

  "Are you fine?"

  "Oh yes. 'Tis not unpleasant, just strange. Ahh, that hurts…" His finger had reached the ring of muscle that protected her.

  "Breathe deep and slow." Caleb told her as he stroked her hair and rubbed her shoulders. "Philippe is a master, soon you will feel what it's like to be taken there, and I assure you 'tis the most perfect feeling ever."

  Cecy did her best to slow her breathing. As she did, her muscles relaxed and Philippe slid his finger past them and deep inside her and added a second digit. It was, she realized, no longer pain, but a mind-suffusing pleasure that threatened to spiral out of control.

  "Oh, this is good, so different. I like it." She knew she sounded surprised.

  "So this is what I have been denying us? More fool me."

  Philippe pushed her hair to one side and trailed a series of nipping kisses across the nape if her neck.

  "Not quite." Philippe removed his fingers. Before Cecy had time to voice a complaint, he continued, "this is." Cecy felt something larger and smoother touch her anus before it began to probe around the muscle ring.

  "The sight of my cock as it slides inside you, is almost enough to make me spill before I fill you."

  Philippe edged ever deeper inside her. Cecy raised her head to look at Caleb, who gazed at her, his eyes misty with pleasure. Cecy felt she could burst with love. For once that thought did not scare her.

  "Now love, deep breaths once more, this will be your pain." Philippe warned her once more. "Then, well wait and you will see."

  Cecy thought she was being torn in two. The pain hit her like a whip, and she tensed.

  "Relax, I'm almost there. Embrace the pain. Caleb!"

  Caleb pinched the lobe of her ear. That unexpected touch took her mind off what Philippe was doing, and he thrust sharply. Before her brain processed the deep sharp sting, the agony changed. Her body was on fire. An inferno engulfed her as both men settled deep inside her. It was almost as if their cocks touched, so thin was the wall between them.

  "Well, love. Do you now understand what we mean? Why this is right?" Philippe demanded.

  "Oh yes. If only I could but see what we look like." Cecy's skin was a myriad of sensations; her mind was clouded with desire and the earthy male essence of the men within her. For the first time she felt alive. Alive and she realized with satisfaction, complete.

  "Another time," Philippe assured her. "Are you ready to feel us move within you?"

  "I appreciate you asking, but I am nigh on bursting with impatience," Cecy replied.

  Philippe gave a deep chuckle. "That would never do."

  He pulled out slightly and thrust deep once more. Caleb set up the opposite rhy
thm.

  "Lift onto your arms love," Caleb's voice was slurred. "I need to touch your breasts. She did as he asked, and Caleb alternately nipped and caressed her. At the same time, Philippe found her hard nub between her legs and pinched.

  "Come for us now."

  Cecy screamed as her climax hit her. She could no sooner hold back than fly. It was as if her shouts were the signal for her men to release. With a groan of male pleasure Caleb lifted her off his cock and spilled over the sheets. Almost immediately warmth filled her nether channel as Philippe's seed filled her, and he slumped forward.

  His weight didn't have time to register before he moved off her and lifted her to rest next to Caleb. Even in her dazed and sated state, she recognized the love and care her men gave her.

  "Rest with Caleb until I fetch us water to clean ourselves." Philippe disappeared.

  "Are you truly happy?" Caleb gathered her in his arms.

  "Truly," She assured him. "I was wrong to deny us this chance." She kissed his nipple and watched him wince. "Have I hurt you?" She asked, worry in her voice. She hoped not.

  "I am tender in the best way," Caleb assured her. "Don't worry."

  Philippe came back in carrying a bowl of water and a scrap of green silk. Beside Cecy, Caleb stiffened, before she thought he made himself relax. A swift glance passed between the two men.

  Men, always thinking women must not be worried. She sat up and took the cloth from Philippe.

  "As you obviously have things to discuss, and feel my ears are too sensitive to hear them, I will make myself scarce." Her tone was mild.

  "Ah, no." Philippe sounded amused. "I was about to tell you both."

  And if I believed that he could sell me the crown jewels.

  "Another run?" Caleb asked as he looked at the silk.

  Philippe nodded. "And developments. Your wedding needs to be soon."

  Cecy felt bile rising. Caleb was promised and she was but a plaything? "His wedding? He is to be married? Who to?"

  Philippe took the damp cloth from her and put her hand into Caleb's. Caleb gripped it.