Fifty Shades of Alice at the Hellfire Club (6 page)

And then, a room filled with people eating hot wings. Nothing erotic about it at all, but they smelled pretty good.

They also passed a room with a lot of semi-clothed people going to the bathroom.

“Call me a prude,” Alice said, “but I never understood how people could get aroused by bodily functions. Especially enough to dedicate a whole room to it.”

“That’s the restroom,” Heathcliff said.

“Oh. Nevermind, then.”

“Even so, Alice, nothing is morally wrong if two adults consent to it. One person’s turn-off could be another person’s kink. There’s a character here who walks around wearing a diaper and acting immature.”

“Really? Who?”

“A Danish Prince named Hamlet. He’s always moping about, asking ‘to pee or not to pee’.”

“Why does he do that?”

“That is the question.”

Eventually they came to a room which seemed straight out of ancient Rome, complete with Doric columns, a large pool of steaming water, and various naked statues. Chained to one of them, sporting a lovely hard-on, was—

“Lewis!”

Heathcliff set Alice on her feet, and she ran to her husband, feeling a sudden urge of affection for him. She kissed him on the mouth, but he demurred.

“Lewis, what’s wrong?”

“Oh, Alice. I’ve let you down.”

What could she say? In the bedroom, he had. In their marriage, he had. And that one time they spent three hours driving around Pittsburgh because he refused to stop and ask for directions, he had.

“That’s why we’re here, sweetheart. We’re going to change that. This whole thing is about improving our marriage.”

“I don’t know…”

“Lewis?” Alice hadn’t planned for this. Lewis had always liked sex, but what if by signing them up for the Hellfire Club, Alice had gone too far? What if she’d endangered their marriage?

“I know it may not be fun for you to see me having sex with all these other men…”

“It’s not that, Alice. Honestly. That’s a gigantic turn-on. You’re so incredibly sexy.”

“Then what is it, Lewis? You’re scaring me.”

He hung his head, and everything about him seemed to droop in defeat. Everything except for his magnificently hard phallus, that is.

Alice reached for it. “I only really want you, Lewis. You have to know that.” She curled her fingers around his base, right above his soft sack.

“No, Alice. Don’t.”

“I would give up all of it, even orgasms for the rest of my life, to be married to you.” She stroked her hand up his length, wanting to throw off the silk robe to rub herself all over him and then pull him deep inside.

“Alice, no. Don’t touch me.”

She pulled her hand back. Mouth open, mind refusing to absorb what he’d just said. “You can’t mean that.”

“I do.”

Tears turned her vision into a Roman bath. “What are you trying to tell me? That it’s over?”

“Over?” he said, as if he wasn’t following.

“Our marriage. You want a di—” She couldn’t say the word.

He shook his head, violently. “No! Of course not! Oh, Alice…”

She reached for him again.

“But you can’t touch me. Please. You’re so sexy, so beautiful, that your touch will make me come for sure.”

Alice glanced down at his erection. “Oh, I hadn’t thought of that. Sorry.”

“But that’s not all, Alice. Sometimes I do wonder…”

“Wonder what?” From the corner of her eye, Alice could see a woman on the edge of the bath. Dark hair to her waist, small gold band encircling her head, she was totally naked otherwise. Small shapely breasts turned up in a dusky nipple. The hair around her special place shaved into the shape of a cat’s head. Was she here for Lewis?

“Are you listening to me, Alice?”

“Oh, sorry. Sometimes you wonder what?”

“Why you ever married me.”

Alice brought her full attention back to her husband. “I chose you, Lewis.”

“But why? I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Why not? It’s true. I’ve never known how to please you like Heathcliff and Dickens did. Like you please me. I took you for granted…”

“We’re going to fix that, remember?”

He let out a sigh.

“Do you want to fix it, Lewis?”

“More than anything.”

“Okay, then try.”

He nodded.

“I mean really try,” she said with emphasis. “When the pirate was using the rabbit on me, he suggested—”

“The Pirate? A rabbit? You mean the rabbit I bought you when we were dating?”

“Never mind that. But I wasn’t supposed to come, and he suggested I distract myself with my thoughts. So I concentrated on the most unsexy things I could think of. Can you do that?”

“While seeing you naked and writhing in ecstasy? I don’t know. It will be hard, and by hard, I mean like this.” He looked down at his hardness which was indeed hard.

And she wasn’t even naked at the moment.

Or writhing.

“Do your best, Lewis. Try.” She almost said
try hard
, but figured that might be a little repetitive.

Lewis raised his chin bravely and looked into her eyes. “I will, Alice. For you.”

Lewis was so busy watching the shapely curves of his wife’s body under that silken robe that he jumped in surprise when he heard the sexy tones of a strange female voice.

“I’m here to make you feel beautiful, Alice,” she said. Black hair poured down her back, glossy and smooth. A gold band encircled her head like a crown, the front turned up in an ornament that resembled a snake with ruby eyes. And her clothing…

Er, she wasn’t wearing any.

He felt the sight of her naked, upturned breasts, mocha skin, shapely hips, and bare lips (the
other
kind of lips) add to the torturous want he was already feeling at the sight of his wife.

Where Madame Bovary had been sexy, the surprise of finding himself naked and tied while a rogue of a man licked and finger fucked and used all manner of sex toys on his wife had tempered his desire.

At least a very tiny bit.

But this woman’s beauty, and the way she stared at Alice and spoke her name… Lewis worried he’d have even more trouble distracting himself than he’d anticipated.

But he had to do it. For Alice.

The woman reached the edge of the steaming Roman bath. She skimmed hands over Alice’s shoulders and began kneading her muscles with strong fingers.

“Oh, that feels so good,” Alice said.

“Sex is about feeling good, my dear.” She smiled. “It’s about feeling beautiful, feeling desirable, feeling powerful.”

Alice drew in a shuddering breath. “Yes. Powerful. Irresistible.”

“And does your husband make you feel that way?”

Lewis tensed, wishing for the answer he knew Alice could only give if she were telling a lie.

Alice opted for the truth. “No, he doesn’t.”

The woman stared at him, but her gaze wasn’t reproachful. The message in her eyes was worse.

Pity.

“You will pay close attention? I will show you how to make a woman feel beautiful, powerful, irresistible. I will teach you.”

Lewis nodded, eager to learn. “Thank you… I’m sorry, I don’t know your name.”

“Cleopatra,” the woman said.

“Cleopatra? The Queen of the Nile?”

She shook her head. “No, that would be Madame Bovary.”

“Madam Bovary?” Alice asked.

“Yes. As Lewis knows, she’s the true queen of denial.” Cleopatra winked. “And by the time we are finished, Alice will feel like a queen as well.”

Lewis smiled. Alice was fond of royalty. She was sure to enjoy this.

And enjoy she did. Cleopatra smoothed her hands down Alice’s arms, pulling the robe off on the way and letting it pool onto the marble floor. Then she skimmed her hands back up Alice’s sides and cupped her perfect breasts, teasing the nipples with her fingers.

Alice closed her eyes, her head slightly back and let out a moan. Then she moved her own hands behind her grasping Cleopatra’s buttocks and pulling her tight against her back.

They just stood like that for a long time, both women cupping and caressing, grabbing and grinding. Blatantly naked in front of him.

“You see, Lewis? I am appreciating Alice’s body, and in turn, she is appreciating mine.”

“And I’m appreciating the appreciating,” he said. He couldn’t get any harder, but the inspiring scenery in front of him was beginning to make him ache.

“I am worshipping her with my touch,” Cleopatra continued, running one hand over Alice’s belly and dipping between her thighs. “Not just telling her she’s beautiful, but showing her, seducing her.”

Alice moaned.

Lewis’s manhood twitched in response. Watching Cleopatra, he could imagine her hands were his, the softness of Alice’s back and breasts as he held her close, his cock nudging between her legs from behind, the vibration of her moan registering in his chest.

And when a man cleared his throat on the other side of the naked statue Lewis was bound to, Lewis jumped again, sending his painfully hard erection bouncing.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?” the man said.

Lewis reluctantly ripped his eyes from the swaying women to look at the new addition. Like the woman, he was a fine specimen. Dressed in armor that covered his chest and shoulders, he was bare from the waist down except for the sandals strapped to his feet. Dark hair sprinkled his legs and peeked out under the armor spanning his broad chest, but his package was nearly hair free.

But that wasn’t what Lewis found remarkable.

The man’s penis was huge; thick as Lewis’s wrist. It reached up like a sword, tight to his belly, veins cording under soft skin. And at the head, a barbell piercing that went sideways through the glans. It looked like someone had stuck a gold nail through the top of a long potato.

“Wow,” Lewis said before he could stop himself.

“I’m Marc Antony,” he said, tilting his hips forward as if saluting Lewis with his stiff cock.

“Are you here… for me?” Lewis said, a little worried about the answer.

Okay, a lot worried.

“Do you want me to be?” Marc said.

“No.”

“Then I’m not. At least for now.”

That sounded a little threatening to Lewis, and he held on to that thought, figuring it might help him keep his passion under control. A distraction, as Alice said.

Alice…

He turned back to her. The women were facing each other, breast rubbing breast. Cleopatra reached up and stroked Alice’s blond hair. She cradled the back of Alice’s neck and drew her close, kissing her mouth.

As Cleopatra had worshiped Alice’s body with her hands, now she worshiped with her lips. First lightly, pulling away to brush Alice’s cheeks, chin, neck. Then stronger, harder, claiming Alice, exploring her with her tongue, nipping at her lips.

Doing to Alice’s mouth what Heathcliff had done to her
other
lips.

It was tortuous to see. Two beautiful, sensual women, kissing each other, just out of his reach.

Just when Lewis thought he might not be able to take any more, the Egyptian Queen gave Alice one more very deep, very intimate kiss, then looked at Lewis. “Are you wet, Alice?”

“Yes,” Alice said on a puff of breath.

“How wet? Touch yourself.”

Alice skimmed a hand over her belly and dipped her fingers between her thighs. She tilted her head back and groaned. “Very wet. Your kisses, they’re divine.” She pulled her fingers free, just as Cleopatra claimed Alice in another kiss.

Lewis watched his sweaty wife shudder. “Thirty-one.”

Cleo (Lewis figured he could call her that since she was having her way with his wife) again turned her focus on him. “But Alice, you came when you weren’t even touching yourself.”

“I was… I was so close. And your kiss…”

The women resumed kissing, and Lewis had to glance away.

“Can’t take the heat, eh?” Marc Antony said as watched the women and stroked his powerful length. “That’s part of mastering control. Married to such a vivacious woman, you’re no doubt constantly stimulated. But you need to take your time. There’s no rush. If things get too intense too fast, slow down. It doesn’t have to be a race to orgasm. Enjoy the whole voyage.”

Feeling totally inadequate, Lewis forced himself to look back to his wife, determined to be as strong as the conqueror beside him.

The women had untangled from one another now and were descending the steps into the steaming water. Something scented wafted up from the bath, roses… no peonies. It smelled heavenly. Beautiful, like Alice.

“Are you jealous?” Marc Antony asked.

Lewis shook his head. “Envious. I want to be with them in that fragrant water.”

“I get it. Peonies envy.”

Alice dipped herself into the water, her breasts buoyed a little, high and full. She paddled around a little, laughing and smiling at Lewis. Then Cleopatra joined her, one of those scrubby things in her hand. Alice stood, and Cleo washed Alice’s shoulders, her arms, her breasts. She swirled it around Alice’s pink nipples eliciting a moan from deep in her throat. Then Cleopatra moved the scrubby lower, between Alice’s legs.

Lewis groaned. “How do you do it, Marc?”

“Do what?”

“Control yourself while watching that? I mean right now I’d give about anything to go over there and fuck my wife’s brains out.”

“Why now? Here? From what I’ve been told, you didn’t do that at home when you had plenty of chances.”

Lewis thought about that, but an answer didn’t come.

Alice did, though. Grinding against Cleo’s hand, she groaned and moaned, and let out a little yip. “Thirty-two!”

“And you’re not clean yet, my dear.” Cleopatra knelt down in the water, moving her hands between Alice’s legs and then following with her mouth.

Alice stood still, legs spread, breasts glistening with fragrant soap, nipples protruding through the bubbles. She shuddered, coming again. Then again.

Lewis’s hips began to move of their own accord, and it took him a full twenty seconds of envisioning himself washing bird poop off windows before he could bring them back under control.

“Thirty-five!” Alice said.