Cecilia's Claim (13 page)

She opened one eye to see him push the door and go into the house.
As much as she wanted to look around, it was took much effort. Cecy closed her
eyes again. Philippe would waken her when he thought fit.

He did. With yet another shake, but he followed it with tiny nips
and kisses on her ear and down her neck. "You look like a drowsy pixie.
Come on, I've a bath ready for you. Not as full or as hot as it could be, but
warm and relaxing. Caleb is cooking and the food will be ready soon."

As Cecy opened her eyes he lifted her from the chaise she was on—
how on earth did I get on there—
and
stood her on her feet.

"Can you walk?"

"Of course I can." Her voice was husky with sleep.
"I think. Oh
lud,
pins and needles." Cecy
flexed her fingers and rubbed them together, they were not the sort of tingles
she usually got from being near either Philippe or Caleb.
"Right
M. Le Compte.
Lead on to the bath, I fear I may never move properly again."

He bowed and grinned. "Ah if that be so, believe me 'twill
not
be
because of riding a horse."

The innuendo was plain.

Cecy blushed. Philippe laughed.

"And as I have oft said, your skin won't be rosy because of
embarrassment either."

Philippe opened the door into a room where steam swirled around,
and the heady scent of roses filled the air.
"Your bath,
my love.
Shall I play ladies' maid?"

Chapter Thirteen

"Only if I may also?"
Caleb entered the room.
"Dinner is simmering. I have a need to play a different role than
cook."

Cecy turned and gazed at him. Her eyes were cloudy, and not, he
thought, with desire.

"I don't think for one moment that if either of you took on
that role my ablutions would be of a straightforward nature." Cecy yawned
and held her arms out. "However I need your help to get me out of this
jacket and the bindings."

"Then our reward for helping you
become
our lady once more, is to help you in other ways."

She scowled although it was very half-hearted. "Caleb, as
much as I love you both, I am oh so weary. On second thoughts perhaps you had
better help me, or I may well fall asleep in the water."

Love?
Surely that is a slip of the tongue?
Caleb decided not to mention
it. The expression on Philippe's face showed he had also picked the word up.

"Then we will play ladies' maid, no more." Caleb walked
over to her and took hold of one arm of the jacket.
"This
time.
However I do think we will keep a tally…"

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
comparison 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."