Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: Complete Collection (44 page)

The flat edge of the leather crop snapped
against the top of her cleft and Alice whimpered, twisting, not
knowing if she wanted him to stop or if she wanted more. The
sensation was something between pain and pleasure, a feeling she
knew all too well. Then the other end of the riding crop, the hard
handle, found its way between her swollen lips, the tip trailing up
and down, teasing her clit and then her hole, back and forth.

“She likes that.” The king’s voice sounded
distant to her, but Alice knew she was far away, transported
somewhere else, giving into her own need. Her body was on fire with
it. She clutched her ankles as the riding crop slipped inside of
her, slow and easy, her breath hot and panting against the flesh of
her knees. Moaning, she tried to rock to meet the object fucking
her but had no leverage, no range of motion. She was powerless.

“Please,” she whispered, knowing better, but
she wanted it more than she could say. The crop was removed almost
immediately and the business end came down against her bottom,
hard, the sound echoing in the room.

SMACK

Alice whimpered and then wailed when another
blow fell and then another, teaching her the lesson swiftly, in
staccato beats. SMACK SMACK SMACK. They rained down like stinging
leather kisses, leaving her bottom in a hot, fiery mess.

She heard the Red Queen laughing somewhere.
“Can you do addition, Alice?” she called, still giggling. “What's
one and one and one and one and one and...”

“I don’t know, I lost count!” Alice moaned,
sinking her teeth into her own flesh, biting her knees to send
sensation somewhere else besides her sore behind. And as suddenly
as the storm began, it was over. The crop was gone, but so was the
Red King. She was left alone, hanging, aching, waiting. Alice
rested, panting, wanting to cry but holding back her tears. Is this
what Wade had wanted? Was he watching her from somewhere? No other
man had ever touched her this way. She had never given herself to
anyone like this before. Was this her test?

Alice gasped when the threads attached to
her restraints began to move. They spread her legs apart and when
Alice peered between them she saw the Red King standing there,
larger than life, hands on hips, completely nude. His cock was
enormous and already covered with a strange lime-green colored
condom. At least she hoped it was a condom.

Part of her wanted to beg, plead, tell him
no, the same part of her that wanted to save herself for Wade and
only him, but she remembered him telling her to say “yes,” on the
video. And if she was honest with herself, just seeing the length
and breadth and thrust of the king as he stroked himself while he
looked at her, Alice wanted to be fucked. She had wanted to be tied
and punished. She wanted nothing more than to surrender to this
giant man’s will, his insistent need for her.

So when he lifted her behind with both
hands, bringing her pussy to his mouth, she quivered under his
attention and gave into whatever he wanted to do. His tongue made
delicious circles over her aching clit, drawing it out like a bee
taking honey. She almost sobbed with relief, feeling her orgasm
building in the tremble of her thighs and belly. When his big
fingers slid into her, she gave him her juices in a torrential
flood, coming so hard she bucked against her restraints, feeling
her connective tissue straining as she arched and spread for
him.

“You threaten to drown us all.” He chuckled,
replacing his tongue with his thumb as he stood between her thighs.
His face was covered with her slick wetness. She whimpered as he
continued to rub her throbbing clit, eliciting shuddering
aftershocks for his cock’s delight. The head of it was pressed
against her hole, poised at the entrance, aimed and ready, but
waiting.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Alice?”

She looked at him through a blurry haze of
lust, her body singing with it like a tuning fork. She couldn’t
tell him no. Even if she’d wanted to—and she decidedly did not—the
word “no” wouldn’t come from her throat.

She groaned and gave in to it. “Yes. Oh yes,
please.”

“What do you want?” he asked again. Snapping
his fingers, something appeared, another string or thread, and
there was a silver thing attached to it. Alice watched as he
slipped something over the nub of her hard, pink nipple.

She squealed when she felt it tighten.

“What do you want?” He snapped his fingers
again and this time she knew what would appear, where it would go,
how she would writhe and moan and grit her teeth.

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered, eyes
half-closed, feeling the throbbing promise of his cock between her
thighs.

“No.” He chuckled, tweaking her nipple, and
the thing tightened again. She squeaked in surprise, biting her lip
to draw sensation away from the spot. “Tell me what you really
want.”

What did she really want? She wanted Wade.
She wanted a forever life with him, doing whatever he wanted to do,
as long as she could follow him. She wanted to love and be loved,
to give herself completely, to empty herself, body, mind and soul,
and then to be filled up again with him.

Alice moaned when he tweaked both nipples,
as if tuning a radio dial, tightening the fasteners and sending hot
waves of pain and pleasure down between her thighs.

“I want…” she whispered, feeling his hips
shifting, just barely, teasing her with the mushroom head of his
cock.
Wade, I love you, this is all for you, everything for
you.
She closed her eyes and let herself go limp. “To
surrender.”

He gave a low, triumphant growl and thrust
deep, taking her pussy to the hilt and then digging in a little
more. Alice cried out in surprise. She’d anticipated the size of
him, but not quite enough. He began to fuck her, using long,
teasing strokes, his big hands gripping her hips so hard she knew
she would have bruises on the soft flesh of her behind.

Her nipples were tingling, going nearly numb
from the pressure of the silver clamps there. Her arms ached from
being suspended, but at least he had her hips, relieving some of
the pressure at the juncture between her thighs. He began to thrust
harder, faster, and Alice thought it would be over soon—far too
soon. But that wasn’t up to her. He could take his pleasure as he
liked it. Her pleasure or pain was his choice.

Alice felt the world slipping and opened her
eyes in alarm. The silver threads were moving again and she moved
with them, like a puppet on strings. They lowered her head toward
the floor until her shoulders rested on the strange, softly
gelatinous stuff that had materialized on the dias. She sighed in
relief as her arms fell free to her sides. Her body was now at a
forty-five degree angle, half-suspended from the ceiling, and the
king’s gaze swept over her as he plunged between her thighs.

She watched him fuck her, the hot pounding
of his cock shaking the whole dias beneath them. She wanted more,
needed
more, but couldn’t speak. She didn’t want to be
punished again. There was nothing to do but give in, no matter what
happened.

“Sweet Alice.” The Red King was on top of
her now, all of the strings gone slack, even the ones around her
nipples. The sensation burned there, quicksilver, sending
shockwaves between her legs. He used fast, hard thrusts, and she
couldn’t help it, she wrapped herself around him and began to rock
herself toward climax.

It was like taking the weight of a boulder,
a mountain, he was so thick and solid under her hands. She couldn’t
even get her legs all the way around his thrusting hips, so she
just dug her heels in and arched. He groaned against her ear and
began to grind his hips, not so much thrusting now as rutting.

“Please sir.” She dared too much, always,
but she couldn’t help her need. She whispered the words, barely
moving her lips to speak. “Please make me come.”

He slowed just slightly and swallowed. She
heard it. Fully expecting to be suspended and spanked again, she
tensed and waited for the inevitable. Instead, he rocked her back
with his powerful thighs, shifting her weight and lifting her legs
in the air as he knelt between them.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded.

Alice sighed happily, her fingers playing in
her own wetness. He watched her, eyes dancing, as she rubbed her
clit in circles, panting, eyes closing in blessed relief. From
somewhere below them, Alice thought she heard a growl, something
animal-like, but she was too distracted to really care.

“Don’t come until I tell you.” He was
watching her and enjoying it, she could tell. She’d expected that
command—Wade asked it of her often enough. She was practiced at
keeping herself hovering at the edge of orgasm, sometimes for
hours. She’d found the anticipation sweet, and the longer it went
on, the better the reward.

She groaned when he slid out of her pussy
but she waited expectantly for his next move. Her fingers never
stopped rubbing her little clit though. He moved to straddle her
chest, rubbing the wet head of his cock against her swollen red
nipples. That made her gasp. Then he shifted further up, sliding
off that lime-green covering. It didn’t snap off like a condom and
she wondered at the soft mass it made next to them when he tossed
it aside and pressed his cock to her lips.

“Suck it, Alice.”

So she did, using tongue and lips and the
soft insides of her mouth to caress every glorious inch of him. It
was a lovely time. She so enjoyed giving pleasure to a man this
way, feeling the involuntary thrust of his hips, the low growl
building in his throat. Her pussy was so wet she was dripping
juices down the crack of her ass. She had to stop rubbing so fast
and instead just used her fingernail to graze her clit, back and
forth, keeping herself at the edge of bliss.

“Oh god.” His hand buried itself in her hair
as he began to thrust in earnest, fucking her mouth, using it like
a tight little cunt for his pleasure. She trembled beneath him,
wanting nothing more than to taste the fruits of her effort. “Oh
fuck, fuck. Alice!” His eyes flew wide and he buried himself into
her mouth. “Come! Come for me!”

She cried out, but it was muffled by the
enormous cock being driven into her throat, and did just as he
asked, quite a feat considering she had to swallow his cum at the
same time. All she had to do was press her finger once against her
little clit and it went off like someone had lit fireworks between
her legs,
pop, pop, pop
, growing bigger, coming faster, and
then slowly fading to black. The Red King emptied himself
completely into her eager, waiting mouth, and Alice swallowed every
last drop, wondering at the taste. His seed was as sweet as
honey.

“Oh your majesty.” A saccharine sweet voice
came from beneath the dias and Alice knew it was the Red Queen.

“Coming,” he called, slowly extracting
himself from Alice’s still suckling mouth.

“Not anymore,” Alice whispered and then
giggled, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. She noticed
with wonder that the restraints she had formerly worn were
gone.

The Red King grinned and stood, towering
over her for a moment before he stepped over the edge. She screamed
at his sudden departure but when she looked over the side of the
dias she could see nothing, no king or queen. The room was
empty.

Alice rested on the platform, her body slick
with sweat, now unrestrained, and stared up at the red and white
big-top ceiling. Wade was here, somewhere, she was sure of it. This
strange and wonderful night was his doing and there was probably
more to come. She just hoped the rest of it included him.

She should have been cold but the room
seemed to adjust to the perfect temperature and she drifted easily
off to sleep thinking about her man. When she woke, the dias had
descended, becoming part of the floor again, and she was resting on
the original black and white parquet tiles. She lifted her head and
looked around the room, which had been changed again in the time
she’d been asleep. The bistro table was still there in a corner,
but now there was another, a long thin one, kind of like a doctor’s
table.

Alice sat up, curious, and looked around.
The room was still empty except for her, but she was sure someone
was watching. She stood and made her way over to the new piece of
furniture, running her hand over the padded surface. It was rather
like a massage table. She’d been on a few of them, the kind with
the hole at the end. It had seemed strange to her, but putting her
face there during the massage had made the experience so much more
enjoyable because her body could rest completely flat. Although
this hole seemed to be in a strange place, much further down on the
table than it should have been.

The other table still held the empty plate
with the note, “eat me,” which she already had, and the glass full
of wine marked, “drink me.” She hadn’t had a chance before the Red
King and Queen had come in and she found herself very dehydrated
after that interlude. She lifted the glass, contemplating it for a
moment. Maddie’s voice threatened to surface and she smiled at the
warning. Too late now.

“Bottom’s up.” She lifted the glass in a
toast to some unseen observer and tilted it back. The stuff made
her shudder, although a wine connoisseur might have enjoyed it.
Alice finished the entire glass, putting it back on the table with
a sigh. It was one of those things Wade had attempted to educate
her about, and while she now knew various wines and could talk
about them, she still couldn’t fully appreciate them.

She smiled when the door opened behind her.
Somehow she had known the moment the wine was gone, something would
happen. She turned, fully expecting and ready to welcome Wade, only
to find two large male guards pushing a man into the room between
them. He had a red hood over his face and was wearing a ridiculous
stretch-spandex suit, white with a red stripe down the side. The
thing was crotchless and Alice swallowed when she saw the cock
sticking straight out from a dark patch of pubic hair. He was
outfitted with a cock ring that clearly kept him hard—and probably
also kept him from coming.