The Virgin at Goodrich Hall Read Free Page A

though Anna and Dicky did induct new blood from time to time. He wondered whether this woman was a similar inductee. Anna’s desires strayed from men alone. Did this woman have similar tastes ? Oh, how divine that would be to watch.
    For the first time that evening, his cock stirred in his breeches. It hardened at his thoughts. Oh, how he enjoyed a break from the mundane, and this woman would be a treat.
    Anna continued to talk—presumably filling her in on the rules, though they had few—as she took two glasses of wine from a passing footman. The woman raised a small, demure hand to retrieve the glass from Anna’s. It was only then, as she turned to scan the room, that Victor noticed the beads.
    Black beads. A virgin!
    Mentally, he took a step back. No, he was not a tempter of innocents. He never had been, and dared not start now, though, he had to admit, her presence intrigued him. Never before had he seen that colour bead worn before. Why would a virgin wish to be involved with those at Goodrich Hall?
    The beads were a staple among the guests. By not wearing any beads, one signified one was open to all. Only Anna and Dicky wore no beads around their necks. The colours signified different things. Red indicated a need to be dominated by another. Lady Siebel wore red tonight, along with a set of silver ones. Group fetish, a need to be taken by many, men or women, in any way they deemed fit. Judging by the combination of both beads, she sought both at once. Victor had no doubt the woman would not go wanting tonight. He had already seen many men eyeing her with interest.
    Victor’s attention returned to the virginal lady. She was a lady, to be sure. Her posture and the manner in which she stood there convinced him of the fact.
    It was only as Dicky removed his cravat and jacket before moving into the centre of the room that Victor realised his desire for the evening to commence would not be starved for long.
    He looked back towards the woman in the red silk, watched how she clenched the glass in her hand. He also noticed how all the other men in the room slowly moved a step in the other direction. Yes, they were here for sex. Sex without bounds and a need for decorum. Yet here stood a woman who wanted to be involved, but not lose her innocence. What man was stupid enough to endure such an undertaking? What man in his right mind would choose this night to show a maiden pleasure, neglecting his own, when he could choose otherwise and be filled with pleasure of the highest order?
    As Victor made his way over to the woman in red, these were the questions he asked himself.
     
    Maggie felt the curiosity from around the room, but what dazed her more than anything else was that she appeared to be the only person who was masked. More shocking, and somewhat daunting, was the fact that she recognised a large sum of those in attendance.
    “You can leave at any time,” Anna said, capturing Maggie’s attention. As Maggie looked up at the beautiful woman, she noticed the interest in Anna’s features. Anna studied Maggie for a moment more before she smiled warmly. “Though I hope you do not.”
    With a single nod of her head, Anna signalled for a footman to approach and selected two flutes of wine from the silver tray he carried. As she passed one to Maggie, the woman looked around the room.
    “Please do not use your mind tonight.” Anna slid her gaze back to Maggie. “Listen to your body. It will guide you.” With that, she reached for Maggie’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before she headed towards the centre of the room.
    Maggie stood frozen to the spot. She chanced a look around but found none paid her any mind. Instead, they watched Anna and the man whom she walked towards with what Maggie would call a rabid hunger.
    The man smiled at Anna as she approached. The servant placed a chair directly behind where he waited. Maggie recognised the butler to be the same man who had taken her coat upon her arrival. It seemed they