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When Valmont decided to seduce Cecile de Volanges it was naught but an act of revenge and he thought it would be a terribly boring affair. He thought he'd tire of her within a fortnight, however it turned out that Cecile, once she overcame her initial objections, had proved a rather enthusiastic and imaginative student. Valmont soon learned that she was pursuing her education even when he was unavailable, taking matters into her own hands as it were. In addition to her self-education she had begun blackmailing one of her maids into securing for her books, that were high unsuitable for a proper young lady. Valmont approved of her reading, but her particular fondness for de Sade made him wonder what exactly went on in Cecile's mind.
Valmont was undressing and Cecile was lying nude in his bed leafing through one of her ill-gotten volumes when she suddenly looked up at him with feigned innocence asked if would be so kind as to seduce someone for her. Valmont sighed and prepared to refuse assuming the victim of the requested seduction would be some silly girl from Saint Isabelle's against whom Cecile held some petty grudge. Still he was curious, so before he refused her he asked her for the name of the intended prey. Perhaps he could recommend someone to handle the matter.
“Raphael,” she said as if it should have been obvious.
Valmont's face remained expressionless but he arched a brow. She wanted him to seduce the Chevalier, now why on Earth would she want that? It's not that he had any hesitation about seducing another man. Danceny wouldn't be the first, but why should Cecile want him to seduce her lover.
“You can seduce a man,” Cecile regarded him quietly for a moment, “can't you?”
Valmont laughed. If the girl wanted to shock him she would have to be considerably more creative.
“Of course, but I have no taste for exceedingly dull men or women.”
“Danceny is sweet and he loves me, but-”,
Valmont supposed she was trying to find a polite way to say that Danceny was as dull in bed as he was out.
“I want to know that he'll do anything to please me.” She paused undoubtedly trying to measure Valmont's interest.
He was listening. So this was to be a test of sorts for Danceny this might prove amusing.
“Continue,” he said climbing in beside her and plucking the volume from her hands He read the title The School of Licentiousness, He placed it on the night stand. She wrapped her hand around his cock and began to stroke, exactly the way he had shown her.
“Raphael claims to be of the highest morals, but I want to know that his morals mean nothing, when my pleasure is at stake. If he will submit to this for me, then I will know I might have him do anything I wish.” She lowered her head and began to suck his cock.
“I would think with all you've learned that you could get Raphael, or any man to do as you wish.”
She sat back and folded her slender white arms across her chest.
“I haven't the slightest interest in Danceny.”
That wasn't entirely true, the boy was beautiful and Valmont certainly wasn't immune to beauty. He was however hopelessly bored by commonness and Danceny was as a common as he was beautiful.
“Well,” she said as she resumed stroking him, “as I recall you didn't have the slightest interest in me either.”
She straddled him and began to slowly lower herself, Valmont thrust upward.
“But I'm absolutely fascinated with you now, my dear.” He said punctuating each word with a thrust into Cecile's tight wet heat.
“Exactly,” Cecile sighed rising and lowering herself slowly, adding a slight undulation of her hips that was making it rather difficult for Valmont to focus entirely on the conversation which had in his opinion gone on too long. “Imagine how fascinating my Danceny might become.”
Valmont thought for a moment, a man like the Chevalier, had probably only known the fleeting pleasure of a quick release, guilt hot on its heels. A pale shadow of the sensual ecstasy to which Valmont was accustomed. To give such pleasure was to hold power and it had been a very long time since Valmont held that power over another man. Just the thought of it made his cock twitch. Well the thought of it and Cecile's warm wet cunt. He was after all supposed to school Danceny in seduction, and there was no better teacher than experience.
“Very well.” he relented pushing deeper into Cecile.
“I want to see.” She gasped.
“You want to watch?”
“Yes.” She began to move faster. “I want to see you fucking him, the way you fuck me.”
“Like this?” Valmont asked taking hold of her hips and rolling her on to her back, and pushing deeper into her, and stroking her clit.
“Yes.” Cecile moaned. “Again. Harder.” She raked her nails along his back.
Valmont, ever the gentleman, did as Cecile requested and fucked her until she came screaming his name.
On the appointed day, Valmont secreted Cecile behind the mirrored wall. She made herself comfortable, settling on to the velvet chaise.
“Are you sure?” Valmont asked the question as if there was any turning back at this point, as if her refusal would mean anything.
“I'm certain.”
“And if Danceny should prove unwilling?”
“Now Sebastien, you and I both know reluctance is no obstacle for you.”
Valmont ignored the trace of bitterness in her soft voice. Sometimes he wasn't sure about Cecile's motives at all. He shut the door, poured himself a glass of wine and waited for the chevalier.
Danceny arrived five minutes late full of breathless apologies. Valmont offered him wine, which he refused, as always. Danceny took his usual place the desk and prepared to compose his regular letter to Cecile. Valmont had taken to helping him with his letters, mainly because reading Dancey's austere declarations of love had bored him senseless. True he was essentially carrying on both sides of the romance but at least if anyone stumbled upon the letters, they would sigh with envy instead of yawn with boredom. Danceny picked up the quill and began.
"My darling Cecile?"
“No.”
“No? We always begin that way.” Danceny sounded confused, more than was natural even for him.
Valmont walked up behind him, and placed his hand over Danceny's, feeling his pulse quicken. He watch as a light pink flush crept into Danceny's cheeks.
“I thought we might try a different exercise this afternoon.” He said taking the quill from Danceny. “Different?” Danceny sounded, concerned, Apparently he wasn't quite as foolish as Valmont thought.
“You love Cecile, or so you've written,” Valmont began “and in your letters, well you have made certain, promises. I'm concerned about your ability to keep them.”
Danceny was taken aback. “I assure you”, he began head held high, “that I am quite capable of keeping my promises to Cecile.
“Are you? If recall you could barely put the words on paper.” He leaned down his lips almost touching Danceny's ear. “So how will you make her tremble with desire, drip with anticipation, writhe in ecstasy.”
Valmont heard the hitch in Danceny's breath, this was going to be so very easy.