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me,” Lord Drake whispered against my ear as he kissed it.  “Don’t look at the others.  Enjoy your pleasure.  Remember it is they who are enthralled and spell bound by you and your body.  You control their desire for you.  There is nothing to be afraid of.” His voice caressed and soothed my fear as he circled a nipple, extending and tugging it.
    His other hand travelled between my breasts, trailing his fingers seductively down over the gentle swell of my stomach to my tight black curls.  He paused, pulling cruelly at them until I cried out, opening my mouth wide.  He turned my head to capture my lips, digging his tongue deep at the same time he plunged two digits inside my pussy lips.  He seemed unable to help himself and his passionate ardour had me responding.
    I moaned with relief that my pulsing ache was to be satisfied even in front of all of the strangers.  At that moment I didn’t care.  I just wanted Lord Drake to take me more than I had ever wanted anyone or anything in my life.  I felt moulded for him alone.
    His fingers were demanding.  They slipped upwards inside me, filling and stretching me to capacity yet careful not to break the sensitive membrane that kept my virginity intact.  I moaned against him, moving against his fingers.  His hand massaged my breast tightly, possessively, flexing, tugging and nipping at my nipple until I cried out.  Lord Drake pulsed his fingers in and out of me at a hard, rhythmic pace.  I was enthused and delighted by the sudden evidence of his own passion for me, feeling his cock harden against my back, throbbing with need to be inside me.
    Desire built strong, and I panted.  I was close.  Lord Drake’s fingers stretched upwards, stroking deep inside me.  He was well versed in building need in a woman, knowing where to touch, to ease and coax.  As if to echo my thoughts, I heard the Viscount speak and looked up to find him spellbound by the scene in front of him.
    “It is like watching an artist work,” he said breathlessly, his green podgy eyes satiated by arousal.  His own cock was hard and bulging with the rest of his body against his breeches, yearning to be free and inside a woman.
    I ignored the man.  My pleasure was too potent to be distracted or denied by conscience or fear itself.  I writhed.  Forgetting the presence of the crowd, my hips bucked.  I was helpless to desire and trapped by the need my captor had created.
    “You are ready.  I want you to come,” Lord Drake breathed against my ear.
    Breathless, I nodded.  He bent to kiss me, and I reached up to find his mouth.  I held on to his neck as he took my mouth hard and pushed and thrust his fingers a little more cruelly inside me until I sobbed with pleasure against his lips.  With his tight squeeze of my breast and a sharp tug on my nipple, my desire began to spiral.  I had never felt an orgasm begin so deeply inside me.  The fire blew outwards, consuming my very soul, but Lord Drake was to take it higher.
    His hand quickly left my breast and moved behind me to find my tight anal entrance.  With precision as my orgasm erupted, he moved a digit inside me, forcing me to sit up and face the men.  The orgasm felt as though it would force me to collapse with its strength.
    The dual penetration was almost too much to bear.  My eyes flew open wide and my breath became shallow.  My pert breasts, their darkened peaks taut and pointing accusingly at my male audience, bounced heavily on my chest as I pushed down on Lord Drake’s fingers in my pussy.  I sobbed with the sheer strength of my pleasure, unable but to do anything else but to stare at the men as I rode my satisfaction.
    Pleasure satiated their faces.  They were enthralled, riding it with me, holding their breath as Lord Drake mastered my will and brought me to orgasm.  Finally, the spiral descended and my eyes fluttered closed. I fell back against Lord Drake’s chest, spent, and a small silken sheen of moisture covered