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  SAPPHIC SECRETS

  Book Two in the Draper Estates trilogy

  An erotic novel by Kyoko Church

  Published by Xcite Books Ltd – 2012

  ISBN 9781908917973

  Copyright © Kyoko Church 2012

  The right of Kyoko Church to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

  The story contained within this book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be copied, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the written permission of the publishers: Xcite Books, Suite 11769, 2nd Floor, 145-157 St John Street, London EC1V 4PY

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter One

  Lillianne awoke with the now-familiar aching throb between her legs.

  Oh! It seemed there was never a moment’s respite.

  The air of the master bedroom was cool, almost cold, and she hunkered down under the bedclothes and savoured the warmth they held. She was alone. Blessedly alone.

  In the soft, warm confines of her bed her hand sought the ache at her centre and cupped it, pressed down on it, tried to assuage it. It felt like that, like a comfort, at first.

  Of course, the more she kneaded and pressed it, the more the ache grew, like a fire being slowly stoked. She pressed the covers to her mouth to stifle a groan and rocked herself back and forth in anguish. She shouldn’t. She knew she shouldn’t. Because of Dr Samms and his diagnosis of her nymphomania, the terrible affliction that threatened to destroy her sanity and her life, she was constantly monitored. Who knew when someone could come in? James. Celeste. Her darling Ewan who’d arisen from their marital bed but ten minutes earlier. But the ache persisted, and once she’d started touching she felt powerless to stop.

  It felt so good. Ah, God, so good to have pressure there. Her body needed it. Craved it. And it wasn’t really so bad, was it, to just hold herself there? That was really all it was. But after a few moments more her mind flitted back. To thoughts. Oh, nasty thoughts. She shouldn’t be thinking them! Especially not in this way! But they were insidious little things, those perverted thoughts about what her housemaid Celeste had done to her.

  Celeste! Not only her housemaid but her confidante. Her best friend. What had the shy little blonde creature been thinking? What could have possessed her? But as the pressure and the pleasure mounted where Lilly held herself between her legs she couldn’t help but remember again how it felt to have Celeste do what she did.

  It’s the affliction, Lilly thought. My affliction makes me think these things! It will drive me mad! But once the memories took hold they cemented themselves there. Celeste, shaving Lilly bare between her legs per the doctor’s orders while Lilly’s arms and legs were pinned and powerless, leaving her skin exposed and oh so sensitive. And then. Oh God …

  The unthinkable.

  Her housemaid put her mouth there.

  Her tongue! Right on the burning centre of her need, the pounding pulse of what drove her madness. And the worst part, the absolute worst, was what Lilly scarcely allowed herself to acknowledge. That to have Celeste’s slick tongue licking and licking that tortured bud of flesh was the most exquisite bliss.

  Out of her mind with lustful thoughts, Lilly parted her legs wantonly, all thoughts of propriety and repercussions gone. In her mind her finger was Celeste’s tongue on her again but this time – oh, this time it would finish what it started.

  The first touch of her finger on the sensitive tip of her clitoris was like heaven. Lilly gasped out, her starved body grateful, hungry, and eager at the sensation of wonderful firm pressure directly on that place again, just like Celeste had done with her talented tongue. Giddy now, she slicked her finger up and down fast and hard, feeling the paroxysm build, not slowly like the evil doctor forced her to endure, but quickly like her body wanted.

  ‘Oh God!’ she cried, as her body bucked beneath her hand. Her eyes squeezed shut, she couldn’t help but imagine her sweet friend’s blonde head between her legs, moving and working, that tongue laving. ‘Yes! Yes! Please! I need it. Please, Celeste. Please!’ Lilly whispered her tortured pleadings into her bedclothes as she frigged herself hard.

  Just as her body began to thrash over the edge of the most powerful paroxysm she’d ever endured, the bedroom door opened and then … Celeste was standing there.

  But Lilly was too far gone. She couldn’t stop herself. While she gazed into the blonde’s blue-grey eyes her fingers continued to furiously stroke. As the first spasm wrenched through her body it was all the sweeter for staring into her friend’s face while it was happening. ‘Oh God, Celeste!’ she cried out, riding wave after wave of delirious pleasure.

  Celeste came to her bedside as Lilly’s body quieted. The crisis of her body waning, Lilly was suddenly shy, embarrassed, and so frightened of what Celeste’s reaction might be. But her housemaid gently took the hand that was nestled between her legs, held Lilly’s fingers to her mouth, and gazed into Lilly’s eyes. Lilly could see silvery strands of her heated passion stretched between her fingers like a web and felt her cheeks flush a hot crimson. But Celeste’s eyes burned bright. She opened her mouth and raised Lilly’s hand to it. Slowly she licked and swallowed every strand before easing each digit between her lips and sucking it dry. Her eyes never left Lilly’s the whole time.

  Then something in those bright depths changed. Darkness moved through, like a shadow, like a fairy tale malevolence casting a dark spell. Just as quickly, it was gone.

  ‘Madame!’ Celeste breathed, a little huskily. ‘Your illness. Your symptoms. They’re back!’ She grabbed Lilly by the wrist and began to pull her up from the bed. ‘Come. We must get you help.’

  ‘No, Celeste!’ Lilly said. ‘What are you doing?’

  ‘The doctor, madame. He said you should be secured in the lab,’ Celeste said. ‘We must tell Monsieur Draper.’

  Bound and helpless again in the lab next to the master suite, Lilly struggled with so many complex emotions. She loved her husband, so much. But it was becoming increasingly hard to ignore the feelings she was beginning to have for her housemaid that made her breath come quickly, her insides flip. It was crazy. Celeste was her beloved friend, that was all, Lilly insisted to herself. Yet the images and fantasies about what Celeste had done persisted.

  The door to the lab opened and her husband stepped into the room, looking grave and sombre. Even though she knew it was useless, Lilly twisted in her bonds, ashamed for Ewan to see her this way and mentally trying to prepare herself for his ire.

  But instead of yelling and condemning, as he usually did, Ewan came to sit beside where Lilly lay bound. He looked at the shackles securing her wrists. He caressed her slim biceps and forearms. He looked into her eyes and unbuckled her without a word. Where Lilly usually saw anger, reproach, and often lust, this time she saw only consternation. And fatigue.

  She wasn’t sure which was worse.

  ‘Lilly. My love.’ He sighed. ‘Celeste tells me you had another – episode this morning.’

  Even though she was clothed and now unbound she felt naked and vulnerable. ‘Oh, Ewan,’ she whispered. She couldn’t look at him.

  ‘Lilly, I’m going to ask Phillip to return,’
he said.

  ‘Oh Ewan! Darling, no!’

  ‘I know how you feel, Lillianne. But obviously we need his help. He said you couldn’t be alone. We only left you for a few moments. And look what’s happened.’

  ‘No, Ewan, please! It was just –’ But how could she explain? She couldn’t tell him about Celeste. What would she say? The thought quickly ran through her head that she needed to keep Celeste away from her as well. But that would sound crazy. All this time she’d been telling her husband that she would be fine as long as she was away from Dr Samms. He hadn’t even been gone 24 hours and she was already adding someone else to that list. How many people would she need to banish for her to be capable of acting like a proper lady?

  And, really, did she want Celeste to leave? Her dear, dear Celeste. The image of Celeste’s head between her legs rammed its way into her thoughts and she mentally shoved it away.

  ‘Please Ewan. Give me another chance. I was … I was half asleep this morning. I didn’t really know what I was doing. I think Celeste overreacted.’ She steeled herself and took a breath. ‘I think she misunderstood what she saw.’

  Ewan looked at her sceptically, then sighed again. ‘To be honest, now it isn’t only your condition that I have to consider.’

  ‘What do you mean?’ she asked.

  ‘It’s Phillip’s father as well. James told me Maxwell Samms sent word this morning that he wants to speak with me.’ He rubbed his forehead. ‘I can’t be sure, but the timing is such that I am guessing he means to put pressure on me to have Phillip back. It wasn’t the reason I hired Phillip, but I can’t say I was unhappy with the support of the mill Max doled out when he found out his son was in my employ as your physician.’

  ‘But Ewan, surely he cannot pull support from Draper Industries just because Phillip didn’t work out here.’

  ‘Can’t he?’ Ewan said, rising. ‘You know so much about my business now, do you?’

  ‘It’s just the two things have nothing to do with each other.’

  ‘Lillianne.’ His voice took on a sternness, a hardness. ‘My business is all about relationships … People. Samms was pleased when his son was gainfully employed. One of the majority investors in the mill being pleased with me was a very good thing.’

  ‘But Ewan.’ She sat up and her nightgown slipped down off her shoulder. Ewan caught a glimpse of the exposed flesh as she moved to cover up, and his eyes lit up a fraction. With passion or ire, she couldn’t be sure. Maybe both.

  ‘But nothing, wife,’ he said. ‘Celeste told me where your hands were this morning. She said there was – seed. Phillip needs to come back.’

  ‘Ewan,’ Lilly cried, desperate. ‘One more chance, darling, please!’

  Ewan was heading for the door. But he stopped and looked back.

  ‘One more,’ he said low. Then, remembering, he motioned Lilly back onto the lab table and went to her. ‘I will manage your therapy tonight,’ he said, rebinding her limbs. ‘If I can bring paroxysm around slowly, as the doctor has prescribed, then perhaps we can manage on our own.’

  ‘Oh yes, Ewan.’ Lilly said quickly. ‘I’m sure we can.’

  ‘And if there are no further episodes. No abundance of seed.’ Finished securing her, he stood up. ‘I’ll send Celeste in to continue monitoring your progress.’

  Lillianne swallowed back her fear. ‘Yes, darling.’

  Chapter Two

  Phillip Samms sat at his desk, the surface of which was covered with the detailed notes and diagrams concerning his work with his friend’s wife.

  He could not deny that he was consumed with the work he had been doing with her. He spent hours poring over his medical journals, getting as much information as he could regarding her affliction and planning further experiments to test and gauge her reactions to various stimuli. She was simply a fascinating subject.

  His attention fell on a journal that he’d had for some time. He’d been keeping it because it reportedly contained a ground breaking and frank study of auto-eroticism, mostly in girls and women. But when he’d started to read it in the past the writing was just so cumbersome and arduous he’d put it aside. Now, banished from his test subject, he picked it up once more. This time, once he got past the rather dry initial descriptions and precursory information, he was riveted.

  He was, of course, familiar with the need to warn young boys against the dangers of excessive self-pleasure; that it could lead to a feeble mind and ill health. He’d been chastised himself as a boy. But the report detailed accounts of females, older girls and women, who engaged in practices of self-stimulation. The lengths some women went to were extraordinary, rubbing themselves against all manner of things from a knot in a chemise placed there for that specific purpose, to even using the pressure of their own thighs, the movement of their legs, to induce paroxysm. Clearly Lillianne could have been used as a case study in this report, thought Phillip.

  Then he remembered something.

  He jotted down a note and rang for his butler at once. ‘Please get this message to Celeste at Draper Estate,’ he said, sealing it and passing it to him.

  ‘Of course, sir.’

  ‘Then send word to Draper’s man at the mill. Tell him I will be coming by today on personal business for Ewan to inspect the sewing machines there. And I’ll have a few questions for him.’

  James received the message and noted Dr Samms’ seal immediately. His eyes narrowed as he turned the sealed message around in his hands. It was painstaking work to break and reseal a message without detection. He decided this one was not worth it.

  ‘Mr Draper has asked that you attend his wife in the laboratory,’ James said, stepping into the kitchen.

  ‘Yes, sir,’ Celeste replied. James saw the flicker in her eyes and felt a spike of anger.

  ‘You are, of course, conducting yourself in a manner befitting the staff of this fine house,’ he said, his chin raised.

  Celeste looked down a moment. Then she cleared her throat and looked up. ‘I don’t know what you mean, sir,’ she said. Her eyes were hard. Butler and housemaid stared at each other for a moment.

  James decided to leave the issue. ‘See that the lady is not left long on her own.’

  ‘Of course not, sir,’ Celeste said.

  ‘Oh, and this just came for you. From Dr Samms, I believe.’ He watched Celeste take the message with surprise, but then tuck it into her sleeve.

  ‘I’ll prepare the lady’s morning meal, then, sir,’ she said tightly before turning to go back to her work in the kitchen.

  ‘Your scones are delicious as always, Celeste,’ Lilly said quietly.

  ‘Thank you, madame.’

  Celeste had set down her tray and gently untied Lilly’s bound wrists, massaging them for her. She helped her to sit up so that her mistress could eat the breakfast she brought her. She handed Lilly her tea. The two sat in silence while Lilly sipped from the steaming teacup.

  Lilly felt the heat of embarrassment over her actions that morning plus the pressure of so many questions swirling around in her head. Part of her could not believe that her dear Celeste, her only friend, could be conspiring with the doctor. But her behaviour recently was so strange. Was it really necessary for her to rush to have Lilly bound again? Then she flushed hard, remembering exactly what Celeste had witnessed. Of course it was necessary. The doctor had warned her staff of how she could behave and she’d only shown him to be right. Now Celeste was beside her, serving her tea and scones. She caressed her so lovingly. Lilly realised she was only doing what she felt she had to for the sake of her mistress’s sanity.

  ‘Do you feel all right now, madame?’ Celeste asked in a pointed way.

  Lilly squirmed and put the scone down, pushed her plate away. ‘I’m fine, Celeste. Thank you.’

  ‘If you are done eating, madame, I am under orders to bind you again.’

  ‘Of course,’ she whispered.

  Lying back, she allowed Celeste to refasten her arms and legs.

  Again they
fell into an uneasy silence.

  ‘You don’t have to stay,’ Lilly whispered at last.

  ‘But I do, madame. I am under –’

  ‘I know. Orders.’ Lilly fidgeted in her bonds. ‘It’s just … I am not always so – afflicted,’ she said softly. ‘I just wanted you to know that.’

  ‘Of course, madame.’

  ‘Dr Samms –’ She paused, struggling for the words. ‘He does things to me, Celeste,’ Lilly whispered.

  A faint redness crept across Celeste’s face. She stared at her hands.

  ‘Oh Celeste! Please,’ Lilly said, staring into her maid’s eyes. ‘Please tell me you’re not working with him.’

  ‘Working with him? I am not sure I know what you mean, madame. He has given me instructions for your treatment.’

  ‘Yes, but …’ Lilly looked down, uncertain how to continue. She wanted to ask about what Celeste had done before, when she’d put her mouth on her – there.

  Celeste took a breath then. She looked at Lilly, let that breath out and smiled. ‘Well, we have to pass the time somehow, non? What if you tell me about your time working at the mill?’

  Lilly felt some tension leave her despite still being bound. She smiled too. ‘I don’t know that there’s much to tell,’ she said. ‘I wasn’t there very long.’

  ‘Did you mind working with the sewing machines?’ Celeste asked, busying herself gathering her mistress’s things on the tray.

  ‘It wasn’t really difficult work,’ Lilly said. ‘Just rather repetitive. Rather dull.’

  ‘I did some work in a mill at home in Quebec too, madame,’ Celeste said, placing the tray by the door.

  ‘Is that right?’ Lilly replied. ‘I didn’t know.’

  ‘You wouldn’t, of course, madame,’ Celeste said. She paused a moment, then continued tidying around the lab. ‘I found there were some ways to relieve l’ennui, uh, the boredom.’

  Lilly’s face reddened. ‘Oh?’

  Celeste approached where her mistress was lying, tied to the cushioned lab tables, and sat back down beside her. ‘Surely you experienced it? The vibrations. They could be quite – pleasant.’ Celeste’s eyes went dark. ‘Especially when accompanied by a lovely thought. Of someone special.’