“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.