Fifty Shades of Alice at the Hellfire Club (7 page)

Next Cleopatra brought out shaving cream and a razor. She started with Alice’s calves, lathering her up, her fingers moving over Alice in a massaging motion. Then she skimmed the razor in small strokes. After finishing both legs from feet to thigh, Cleopatra kneeled down in front of her again, her face again at the level of Alice’s crotch.

Lewis couldn’t look away.

Kneeling in front of Alice, Cleo lathered up every square inch of skin around Alice’s privates and started to shave.

Alice groaned, moving her legs apart, giving Cleopatra room. Lewis watched as Cleo spent more time rubbing and stroking than shaving, pulling the razor away each time his wife shook in climax. Then, when she was completely hairless, Cleo put her face close and blew a steady puff of air at Alice.

Alice gasped, “Oh my goodness!”

“It’s a menthol shaving cream,” Marc Antony explained. “Right now your wife is tingling mightily.”

Cleopatra licked Alice, then blew air again. Lick and blow. Lick and blow. Alice’s legs began to tremble, and she grasped the queen’s hair and pressed her close, croaking, “Thirty-nine.”

Lewis whimpered.

“Having a hard time of it, huh?” Marc Antony said.

“I want to feel how smooth she is,” he said, knowing Alice could hear, wanting her to. “I want to rub my cheek against her, my tongue, my cock.”

“Careful,” Marc Antony warned.

Lewis took a full minute this time, remembering the pony play he’d seen on the way to the baths. Crawling around on hands and knees with a bit in his mouth was so not his thing, so it was a good image to temper his ardor. “How do you do it?” he asked again, afraid to look back at Alice and Cleo.

“I don’t know, man. Your wife is so hot. And seeing her with Cleopatra, rubbing their soap-slick breasts up against each other, their hard nipples sliding over slippery skin, it really does make me want to go over there, drape them on their bellies on the pool deck, and fuck them both from behind, one after the other.”

“Please stop,” Lewis said. It sounded too good. He could imagine it too clearly. Pounding into Alice, making her come, her pussy muscles tightening around him, squeezing him. Then when she’d had all she could take, he’d pull out and plunge into the Queen of the Nile. “Just tell me how you handle not doing that right now.”

Marc stared at him, then one side of his mouth tilted upward in a smile. “I don’t know. I really don’t. But then I don’t have to. I think I’ll walk over there right now and see if they’ll go for my idea.” He turned away from Lewis, detached his red cape and slung it off his shoulders. “You know what you need, Lewis?”

“What? Tell me.”

“Some confidence.”

Lewis knew he was right. But as lovely as his wife was, and as much as she told him she wanted him, he couldn’t quite make himself believe she was his. How did he get so lucky? How could he ever hope to deserve a woman this smart, this beautiful, this alive?

Marc Antony continued. “Take my wife, she’s a seductress, a powerful queen. You know that she invented the vibrator? Put live bees in a dried gourd. Shook it up, it buzzed. True story. And me? I’m a conqueror. I’d have to be with a woman that beautiful and smart. So it’s a perfect match, really. If you want to conquer Alice, to know deep down that you’ve won her love…”

“Yes?”

“I’d suggest you battle a rival.”

“What do you mean?”

“Kill someone. In front of her. Women love that.”

Lewis didn’t think Alice would like that. He certainly wouldn’t like it, either.

“If you want, I can cut your bindings and we can have a go at it right now.”

“Uh…”

“Swords, if you like. Or daggers. There’s nothing quite like feeling the blade go into your enemy’s belly, up to the hilt as the blood spills out.”

“As wonderful as that sounds, I’m afraid I’ll have to decline.”

“How about those big wooden clubs with spikes on them?”

“No.”

“Longbow? We stand across the room and shoot poison tipped arrows at one another.”

“Hell no. I don’t want to fight you to the death. I don’t want to fight you at all.”

“Fair enough. In that case, I’m just going to go over there and fuck your wife until she squeals.” Then he started taking off the armor and unstrapping those strappy sandals.

Great. Now Lewis had to find some way to endure watching Alice make it with a gorgeous woman
and
one of the biggest cocks he’d ever seen.

He glanced back at Alice, beautiful Alice, just in time to see that Cleopatra now sat on the edge of the pool, Alice’s mouth between her open thighs, his sweet wife putting more effort and joy into pleasuring this stranger than he’d ever managed in pleasuring her.

At first, Lewis felt self-pity. But then he became angry with himself.

Alice was
his
wife. He’d let her down.

But they were here for Lewis to learn, not to be punished.

This was an opportunity. And Lewis decided, for the sake of their marriage and the woman he loved, to take all he could from this experience, and use it to make Alice happy.

Then he watched Marc Antony walk up to Alice, his cock swinging like a third leg, and he fell right back into self-pity.

When Alice was finished with her bath and dried in thick Egyptian cotton towels (of course they were Egyptian), she was so relaxed, so smooth, and smelled so good, she could have died a happy woman right there and then.

Add that to the fact that Lewis made it through the whole thing with a spectacular hard-on and no spewage, and Alice had no cause to be wistful.

Strangely, she was.

When she’d seen Marc Antony stride into the baths in his cape and armor and really cute gladiator sandals (and so in style right now), she’d been hoping to feel the warmth of some really hot, really live, really hard man flesh between her lips…
both
types of lips. Unfortunately, Cleopatra turned out to be a tad jealous. Something about Marc going off to marry some other woman, yada, yada. So while she’d enjoyed Alice thoroughly, and had given her a great bath, a smooth shave, and many orgasms, she wouldn’t allow her husband to enjoy her as well.

Cleopatra held out the silken robe. “Come, Alice.”

“Again? Okay.” Alice slipped her hand between her legs.

“No, I mean come with me. Now that you’ve had your bath, it’s time to get dressed.”

“But I’m having such a fine time naked.” Alice pouted. “The robe is lovely, but I don’t see why I can’t run around the halls nude. Everyone else seems to.”

“I’m not talking about the robe. It’s time for you to dress for dinner.”

“Oh.” Alice was getting a little hungry, although she still wasn’t sure why she couldn’t dine
au naturale
. “Will Lewis be at dinner, too?”

Cleopatra merely smiled. “Come now.”

The female pharaoh seemed to be very set about ushering Alice out of the bath, so being curious about her next adventure, and hoping her dinner would include eating a nice tube steak (it was her favorite), Alice slipped into the robe and followed her down the hall.

Growing curiouser and curiouser about seeing more of the rooms in the Hellfire Club, Alice was a little disappointed when the queen ushered her through the very next door and into a tiny room furnished with nothing but some mirrors and a dressing table.

“Have a lovely time, Alice,” she said and closed the door.

Alice almost didn’t notice the mousey little woman wearing a long green dress standing in the corner. The woman’s hair—an average brown color—was pulled back in a very conservative, somewhat severe twist at her nape. Although Alice was slim and not terribly tall, she was at least four inches taller.

“Hello,” Alice said politely. She thought about adding a curtsy, but wasn’t sure she still remembered how.

“Hello,” the woman said, her eyes carefully downcast.

“Are you a maid?”

“No, I’m a governess. My name is Jane Eyre.”

In that case, Alice certainly should have at least attempted a curtsy. “Glad to meet you, Jane. But I don’t understand why you’re here. I finished my schooling years ago.”

“Not all your schooling. Our entire lives are learning experiences, dear Alice. One can never know too much.”

“A good point. Are you to teach me a new way to reach orgasm?” Alice felt one could never know too much about that.

“No. I’m not here to teach you. I have a different pupil. Your husband.”

Alice glanced around the closet-size room. “Lewis? Where is he?”

“We will both see him soon. But first, you must dress for dinner.”

Jane held up a garment and helped Alice into it. Made of luxurious pale pink silk, the corset stretched from Alice’s hips to the base of her breasts. Above she wore a sheer white lace blouse, and the skirt below was of the same sheer lace.

Jane yanked the laces running up Alice’s back, mounding her breasts nearly to her chin. Then she motioned to one of the long mirrors. “Look how beautiful you are.”

“Oh my,” Alice said. “My breasts look three cup sizes bigger.”

And not only were they bigger, but with only the sheer blouse covering them, they were essentially bare. She gave the skirt a swirl. Completely see-through as well, the lace called attention to her smooth-shaven feminine parts and curvy bottom rather than covering them. And Alice had to admit, as lurid as her nipples looked, pushing eagerly through the lace, the outfit made her look, somehow, classy.

“Now to do your hair and makeup,” Jane said, ushering her to the dressing table.

To Alice’s relief, Jane didn’t fix Alice’s hair as she had her own. Instead, she brushed it until it was silky smooth and held it back with a white lace ribbon. And the makeup was just enough to bring out Alice’s big blue eyes.

“I feel lovelier than I have in a very long time,” Alice said, looking at her reflection.

“You should. You are lovely, Alice. I am plain and small, but you are as beautiful as a queen.”

Alice wanted to tell her she wasn’t plain and small, but since she kind of was and seemed to insist upon it, Alice decided to just let it go. “Why don’t you wear some makeup and do your hair like you do mine? You obviously know how. You could make yourself beautiful and confident, too.”

“I’m afraid it doesn’t work that way, Alice.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You were beautiful and confident before you walked into this room. Seeing yourself this way is fun, but if the confidence isn’t there, then clothing and hair products and makeup are just clothing, hair products, and makeup.”

Alice thought about that for a moment.

“When you feel sexy, you are sexy,” Jane said. “I don’t use makeup or brush out my hair, because that’s not what makes me confident. I feel sexy and powerful when I’m doing good. Teaching. Helping others.”

“Oh,” Alice said. She’d never considered those things to be sexy. “I guess anything can be sexy then.”

“Your biggest erogenous zone is your mind. Sex is all in your brain. If the brain gives into the fantasy, the body will follow.”

Alice remembered what Jane had said earlier. “You’re going to be teaching Lewis.”

“That is the idea, yes.”

Alice wasn’t sure Lewis really needed to learn to turn himself on with his thoughts. He’d never had problems like that. In fact, he was a little too efficient when it came to his own arousal. But there was something she’d like Lewis to learn. “Can you make him understand that I love him?”

“Doesn’t he know that?”

Alice lowered her head. “We… we haven’t said it in a long time. He doesn’t seem to think he deserves me. At least that’s what he said.”

“I can teach him some things, Alice. But many a person must learn for themselves.” She motioned to another door hidden behind one of the mirrors. “Now follow me, Alice. You have suitors waiting, and I must see to my pupil.”

Alice followed Jane into a large, dining hall with tapestries hanging on the walls and stone floors under foot. Candles twinkled from ornate candelabra around the room, and in one corner there was a table set with the most glorious silver goblets and beautiful china.

“Is this a castle?” Alice said, giving a little shiver. Castles always went with royalty, and being polite to royals never ceased to turn her on. Especially when being polite entailed having sex with them.

“Of course, it is.”

“Will I be on top of the round table, ravaged by King Arthur and his knights?”

“No. This castle is from the seventeenth century, Alice. Not the middle ages. I thought you said you completed your schooling.”

Alice would have been cross with Jane for being such a know-it-all, but she had better things to do. Besides, after having racked up a total of forty-five orgasms, she couldn’t manage being cross with anyone. “Seventeenth century… hmm…”

“Paris,” a heavily accented voice said from the shadows. He pronounced it ‘pah-ree’.

“Who is there?”

A man stepped forward. Dressed in a leather doublet, white linen shirt, suede breeches, and knee high boots, the man had a sword and scabbard strapped to his waist, and on his head was a wide-brimmed hat that sported a fluffy feather. His hair curled to his collar and his face was handsome and strong, his mustache and goatee making Alice tingle with anticipation.

He took off the hat and with a flourish, bowed deeply. “Athos at your service. So pleased to meet you, milady.”

Alice frowned, but she managed a curtsey. “You’re so… dressed.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Dressed. Like wearing clothing. A lot of clothing. And here I’m almost naked.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.” His gaze traveled over her. “You are wearing clothes.”

“But you can see right through this lace.”

“Really?” he said.

“Of course,” Alice insisted. Couldn’t he see? “I mean look here, at my breasts. You can see my nipples.”

As he studied her nipples, they tingled and hardened, trying to poke through the loose lace. “You’re correct. I can see your delicious-looking nipples.”

“And my…” Alice twirled a little, the lace swishing around her. At first, when she saw he was fully dressed, she’d been a little embarrassed at being so nude, ridiculous after all she’d done since she’d arrived at the Hellfire Club. But now, the way Athos was looking at her, she wanted to be bold. She wanted to be naughty. “My pussy. See? You can see my shaved pussy right through the lace.”