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Viscount and the others want to see all of you as you orgasm,” Lord Drake ordered me sternly.
    Afraid but trusting of the man, I did as I was bid.  My head lowered to avoid the stares of my audience, but he was to lift my chin and force my head up.  His hand pressed gently in to the small of my back, just above my buttocks.  My response was swift.  I arched forwards, thrusting my body outwards.  His firm touch and gentle push strengthened the power of my desire inwards and sent another rush of creamy wetness to my sex, coating his finger.
    I moaned, enthralled that such a simple yet deliberately well-placed action could make me respond so wantonly.  It was as if by pressing my back, Lord Drake had pushed against something inside me that was causing all of my strange needs, impulses and desires.  Now he had easy command of it.  I was indeed to be manipulated to pleasure without much effort.  Control of my body was fast diminishing in Lord Drake’s captive hold and it seemed he was to have mastery of it.
    He cupped the bud between his fingers and squeezed, milking it again.  I pushed down with my hips desperate again to capture his finger up inside.  But Lord Drake was to give a small laugh and remove his finger from my clit.  He directed me forwards with another gentle push and then clasped my buttocks with firm hands, parting them to examine my anal entrance again.
    His fingers, slick from my pussy juices, traced the contours of the entrance, and he gripped my buttock tightly when I squirmed, knowing I was to be penetrated there once more.  Gently but firmly, Lord Drake began to insert his middle finger in to my anus.  As before my body began to buck forward to strain and avoid, but a careful sharp thrust of his finger brought me back to heel.  He paused, allowing me to feel the power in his dominant hold once more.
    Slowly, as it had done before, my body relaxed obediently around his finger, and the discomfort ceased.  After that I was to feel the pleasure of anal penetration.  My nerve endings rubbed against my captor’s finger, jumping in to life.  Pleasure and pain mingled to rid my mind of any further discomfort.  My pleasure was stoked higher.  I craved more, finding the sensation much more amenable than the first time Lord Drake had entered his finger there.  I wanted more of his finger inside of me and I found myself moving backwards to achieve my ill-gotten end, writhing on top of his finger.
    “She has never experienced an anal taking but she appears to have a liking for it,” Lord Drake informed everyone, cupping and holding one of my buttocks as he pulsed his finger a little more before removing it.  Every now and again, he gently squeezed it, firing my desire more.
    “Yes.  Perhaps I will sample the virgin entrance myself,” the Viscount threatened with a stern voice.
    Lord Drake’s grip tightened suddenly and sharply on my buttock.  The strength of his anger at the Viscount was evident in his strong hold.  It made me pant and whimper a little.  My faith in his resolve to rescue me grew stronger.  He said nothing, his silence conveying the strength of his sentiment clearly to the Viscount.  The room grew quiet as if all knew there was trouble brewing between the two men.  Lord Drake continued with his task of mastering me to orgasm.
    He wound an arm around my naked waist and looked down at my pubis, arranging me to make sure I was tilted so my wet desire could be viewed with ease.  He took my arm and wound it around his neck, placing the other to the side to raise my breasts to prominence, and guided me to lie back against his chest.  The position bared my pale peach and cream body and its depths to perfection, ensuring the reaction of my body to my first orgasm caused by a man would be public in the truest sense of the word.  I was ashamed of my dripping wetness and at the very idea of coming.  Was there no end to my depraved thoughts?
    “This is just about you and