I was looking forward to Damien turning me on, but first I needed to get clean, heat up the mushroom pasta Molotov had left in the fridge, then work out what sort of dinner conversation you could have after an hour of fuck-against-the-wall. Maybe I could put some classical music on. That might set the right tone.
And no more swearing. Damien clearly had a set against it. Although…the naughty part of me wondered how he’d punish me if I didn’t obey. I’d been scared when I’d first seen his scars, and I certainly didn’t want anything like that to happen to me, but I’d always wondered about spanking. With luck, I’d have that curiosity appeased.
The following afternoon I was straightening a teacup on the crisp white linen tablecloth I’d had delivered, when the apartment door opened. I brushed shaking fingertips down the skirt of my costume and turned to face the lounge room door, waiting for Damien’s reaction, trying to stop thinking about Finn and the text he’d sent me that morning: I wish I knew where you were.
It was such an ambiguous text, I wasn’t sure what to make of it. So I tried to ignore it. The best thing I could do for Finn was leave him alone to work out whether or not to stay married. I didn’t want any part of that. And I also didn’t want to be fantasizing about him getting a divorce and coming after me. That road led to melancholy drinking and low self-esteem. So instead of having a pity party, I’d spent the day focused on the details of tonight’s ‘performance’ which I hoped would be memorable for Damien and myself.
The delight on his face when came around the corner and stopped in his tracks was worth the effort.
He laughed softly. “A Mad Hatter’s tea party.”
My shoulders relaxed. I hadn’t been sure that he’d get it, but he had, and clearly it tickled him. I watched him strip off his coat and tie and throw them onto the lounge. Then he strolled over. I stayed where I was beside the table. He came straight to me and lifted my chin with a finger, inspecting the circles of rouge on my cheeks, the wide gingham headband that matched my blue and white Alice dress. I had white frilled ankle socks and patent leather shoes. The table was set with eight places of fine china and several teapots. A mad-looking top hat sat at the head of the table.
He went to it and put it on before crooking a finger. I walked over to him and he picked me up easily under the armpits and sat my butt on the table, knocking several teacups over. His hands slid down the front of my dress to my thighs, smoothing the pale blue gingham. “I had a crush on Alice when I was little,” he said. “She was smart and bossy. Then I grew up and I wanted her to be older…” His gaze met mine and I felt a kick of excitement. He was aroused. I could see it in his flushed cheeks. A teapot and an Alice dress had got him hot and bothered. I was dying to see where this would go.
“Did you want to—” Don’t say fuck. “—make love with her?”
He shook his head. “She was so clean and proper. But I knew the Mad Hatter wasn’t. He was perverted, and if he got his hands on her…” Damien smiled down at my skirt, his hands restless on it again. “…he could do anything to her, and she wouldn’t have any way of stopping him.”
My fight-or-flight mechanism kicked in then, and I tried to dampen it down. He wasn’t going to do ‘anything’ to me. This was just a fantasy—a fantasy I’d facilitated. I simply had to relax and enjoy it, but the edge of uncertainty both tensed and aroused me.
I tried to sound confident. “You’re wearing his hat.”
Damien’s fingers tightened on my thighs and I caught my breath.
Relax. You’ll enjoy this.
Or at least I hoped I would. I didn’t know what to expect, but the last thing I anticipated was his grip on my thighs tightening further before he jerked me toward him. I fell back onto the table, my head clipping china, and I heard something crack. Maybe I shouldn’t have bought Royal Doulton on his card!
Then he spread my legs and pushed up my skirt.
No panties.
I had my eyes closed, not wanting to see crazy, but I heard his growl of satisfaction. I expected him to rip his pants open and shove into me, but he pushed my skirt right up to cover my face, then he gathered up my hands and pulled them up over my head, straining my shoulders. I felt pressure on my wrists and my eyes popped open, my eyelashes brushing blue gingham as I struggled to identify…
He was tying my wrists together, and though I instinctively pulled them away, he wouldn’t let me free. Faster than I could say unexpected bondage, he moved away, pulling the rope or whatever it was. Had he kept it in his pocket? He was walking around the table so I just lay there on my back, breathing shallowly as he tugged on my arms again and I heard a soft brushing sound. Then he was walking back around the table.
I pulled experimentally on my restraints and they didn’t budge. I was sprawled across the dining table, my arms tied above my head, my skirt up over my face, and not a stitch on underneath. It should have felt sexy as hell, but for some reason I was scared.
“Make sure you don’t block her view,” I said, trying to sound as if I was a willing participant—as if I wasn’t thinking this had gone too far.
“This isn’t for her,” he said, and I felt my pulse slow.
What was he going to do?
I licked my lips, trying to think of something to say that didn’t sound scared, but I had nothing. Excitement felt far away, and I berated myself for not giving Fritha my address and telling her to call the police if I didn’t check in every day. After the debacle with Katinka, all I’d focused on was having a lawyer make the contract airtight so I couldn’t be screwed—no pun intended.
I hadn’t thought to lay down ground rules about the type of sex I’d have. I’d just assumed they’d understand it was ‘normal’ sex, although of course I’d hoped it would be thrilling for me because it was illicit. In retrospect, I’d been careless and stupid in my rush to get over Finn, and if I got out of this in one piece, I was damned well going to have safety backups in triplicate! Unfortunately, if I disappeared now and my copy of the contract with me, no one would be any the wiser.
And to think I’d enjoyed giving him head last night. I’d made a meal of it, loving the fact that he put my hair in a ponytail and gripped it, guiding me forcefully as I licked and sucked him, playing to the bondage fantasy as he’d told me what a wicked girl I was and how much he was enjoying my mouth and my hands. I’d been completely turned on, lapping up his thick, salty offering when it spurted out, and after he’d told me to leave his bed and go to my own, I’d masturbated myself to sleep, thinking about all the exciting things that would happen the next day.
Unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be anything exciting about fear, and I’d started to tremble by the time he pushed my knees up into my chest and said, “Are you a virgin here?” Something poked at my ass and I squealed.
“Fuck!” I shouted, completely unable to stop myself.
“No,” he said calmly. Then holding my legs up and out of the way, he proceeded to smack my ass good and firm.
It stung like hell, but despite my fear, it also made my girl parts clutch in tiny spasms. By the time he was at ten smacks I was starting to pant. My face was hot and I suddenly realized I wanted him to fuck me. Hard. I could swear at him again, but I was worried that there might be a punishment worse than spanking and I didn’t want that. The stinging pain was warming me up, making me wet. I didn’t want…more.
I lost count at twenty, and it went on for a while. My ass would be sore tomorrow, but just when I was thinking it was too much, he stopped, and my backside plonked hard onto the table.
Ouch.
“Don’t swear,” he said, panting, as though the spanking had been a great exertion.
Then I felt something on one ankle before it was tugged up against my butt. What the hell? This was starting to feel surreal, but short of screaming my head off, I needed to go with it. So I offered no resistance as he pushed me this way and that, winding the rope around my waist a few times before he tied my other ankle up against my butt on the ot
her side.
By the time he let me go, my pussy was throbbing. I was stretched out and opened up to him in a way I’d never been to another man, and for some crazy reason, I liked the fact that I didn’t know him at all. I wouldn’t want to be this vulnerable with someone I cared about—there was an abandon in the fact that Damien would only know me this week and I’d never see him again.
Assuming he planned to let me go.
At this point, I imagined he would. For some reason the spanking had calmed down my fears. I was horny and desperate to be dominated, and really, I wanted to worry about everything else after I was fucked.
“Do you think Alice would like this?” he asked me, sounding different, his voice deeper and more remote. I wondered if he was still wearing the top hat.
“I think she’d be disgusted,” I said, hoping that was what he wanted to hear.
“Of course. Even as an adult,” he said, “Alice would be a virgin.”
I swallowed tightly. He was talking about my ass.
Then he said, “But not for long.”
My eyes popped open again and I desperately tried to work out if I wanted this. I’d never been fucked up the ass. I’d heard it was fabulous, but still. It was freaky. It might hurt.
Fuck.
I was unconsciously clenching, and completely unprepared when his tongue slid up my vulva from the bottom to the top where it circled my clit then rubbed it back and forth, making everything tingle and throb.
Double fuck.
My ass relaxed and I let my breath out on an Ohhh. Then I couldn’t help myself saying, “Oh my God that’s good.”
Being stretched out and tied up, spanked, scared, and then licked. Holy hell. I was in heaven.
He put both hands on my thighs and pushed them open, too far. They ached, and my ass was hot and hurting where it ground into the table, but somehow that pain heightened the pleasure of his lazily licking tongue, and my head rolled from side to side as I moaned under the heavy gingham of my skirt.
I thought about Finn then, wondering if he’d ever be able to do this. Damien was an expert. He seemed to know just where to flick his tongue, where to lave it roughly, when to suckle my clit to drive me higher and faster until my thighs were trembling under his hands.
He pulled back for a second to say, “Do you want to come?”
Fuck yeah!
“Please. I’ll do anything. Don’t stop.” My brain would explode if I didn’t tip over the edge. I shamelessly thrust my pussy up at him and he pushed my thighs back down hard.
“You will do anything I say,” he said, then licked tentatively below my clit. “You will beg for my cock…”
“Yes, yes.”
“Up your ass.”
The inside of my mind was suddenly empty. Would I do that? I blinked against my gingham skirt.
“Alice…?”
“Yes, Hatter,” I whispered, buying time.
“Tell me what I want to hear.”
There was no room in either his voice or the situation for me to disagree.
I swallowed hard. “Please, I’m begging you. Take me up the ass.”
His mouth descended and the sudden sharp pleasure of his hot tongue stroking my clit made me moan, deep in my throat. Then he started suckling and rolling my clit while his thumbs made circles inside my thighs. Tingles of sensation were shooting up to my breasts, and when his hands slid down to cup my hot, stinging ass and squeeze it hard, I cried out in pain. He kept licking, and a second later I was bucking against his mouth as a white-hot orgasm slammed into me and shuddered through my lower body, wiping every fear out of my mind.
I wanted to shout Fuck! in exultation, but I pressed my lips together and held that in. Barely.
I was trembling so much I didn’t notice at first that he was untying my ankles, but when he moved me about to loosen the rope I started to hope the ass thing wasn’t going to happen. But once my legs were free and stretched out again he unceremoniously rolled me onto my belly, cracking more china, and pulled my skirt up to cover my head again. Then he grabbed each ankle in turn and tied it to a table leg, spreading my ass.
I tried to swallow down fear. Everything else that he’d done to me, I’d enjoyed. There was no reason to imagine that I wouldn’t enjoy this. Only…I was scared.
With sudden inspiration, I made my voice small and said, “Hatter, I’m frightened. Don’t hurt me.”
He stroked my hot, stinging ass, and said, “I already have,” as though admiring his handiwork.
“No, that was pleasure. I liked the spanking.”
“You were a naughty girl wearing no panties. You deserved it.”
I heard sounds behind me and wondered if he was stripping off. Then I felt a sharp pain on my butt, accompanied by a snapping sound.
I cried out, then bit my lip.
He laughed and stroked my ass again, right where he’d whacked it. “The belt hurts more than my hand, doesn’t it, Alice?”
“You said you’d do something else.” Not that I wasn’t still scared of anal sex, but it had to be better than having your ass whipped.
“Soon enough,” he said, and I gritted my teeth as he whipped me twice more. It stung sharply, but incredibly, it was making me horny again, throbbing around my clit and my nipples, as though another orgasm was building. “Is that enough of a punishment? Or do you deserve more?”
I knew he wanted me to beg for him to stop, but some perverse part of me wanted to surprise him, so I said, “I’ve been so naughty. I think I need more.”
He said nothing for a moment, and I wondered if I’d gone too far. Some stupid masochistic part of me wanted to be whipped, dominated, and fucked up the ass. There really was a very dirty girl living inside me, and now that Damien had liberated her, she wanted the whole experience.
“Very well then,” he said, his voice deep and husky, as if he was just as turned on as I was.
I clenched against it, but couldn’t help crying out as he gave me five more. My ass would be sore as hell tomorrow, but I knew it would be worth it. This was the sort of fucking most people only dream about. And I was getting it for free. In fact, I was getting paid to experience it! If I lasted the week, Finn would be erased from my brain for all time, and I really wanted that.
I gasped in a few breaths and said, “Now give me the rest. I’m begging for your cock, Hatter. Give it to me up the ass where I deserve it.”
He leant over my back and cupped my breasts, squeezing them gently, then not so gently. They were still sore from the beard-rash of the previous night, but he rolled the nipples between thumb and index finger, making them ache. His cock rested against the crack of my ass and I swallowed down fear. This would be fabulous. I just had to breathe through it.
He whispered against my ear, hidden by my skirt. “Let’s lubricate that tight hole, shall we.”
He straightened and I heard a clink, then a cold wet sensation on my crack.
“Cream and sugar, Alice?” Something sprinkled across my hot butt cheeks.
I swallowed again, then his cock pressed against my asshole.
Don’t clench. Relax.
I’d read enough Cosmopolitan sealed sections to know what to do. But weird tingling sensations were coursing up and down my spine. My head felt funny. “Stop. What’s going on?”
This was nothing like vaginal sex or clitoral stimulation. It was…odd.
But good. I liked the probing, right up until he shoved, and the end of his cock popped wetly into my ass.
“Ow! Ow! Stop. Stop. I…Oh.”
The tingling was ten times stronger, and it was pulling in odd places, deep inside my pussy. My clit clutched on itself, and my breasts tingled where they rubbed against the table.
He leant down to my ear. “Be quiet,” he said, then he straightened and I heard another chink, and more cold sliding down my ass crack.
When that was done, he gripped me just above my hips, as though to steady me.
This is it.
I didn’
t know whether to grit my teeth or bite my lip. I knew I had to be quiet. But there was no way I could stop the “Ohhh,” escaping when he slid into me. The tingling up my spine turned into a rolling wave of pleasure that was so unexpected my brain was completely overwhelmed. Sparks of white lightning shot across my body, striking my nipples, my clit, even the backs of my knees. Pleasure was erupting everywhere, and when he slowly pulled back and slid into me again, I wanted to scream with the sensations that were careening through me.
Oh my God.
This was the best thing I’d ever done.
The best.
FUCK!
I was so excited I wriggled as much I could against my restraints, rubbing my breasts against the linen tablecloth, and squirming my mound onto it, knowing that I was going to come again. And that it would be awesome.
His hands slid down over my hips to knead my ass which hurt like hell, but that only made me squirm more.
“You like this?” He sounded amused.
“Like…is such a…small…word.” I was starting to grunt. My body seemed to belong to someone else, and I couldn’t stop the pleasure that was sharp in places and rhythmic in others. It was building, building, and I had no idea what Damien was doing. All I could feel was the inside of my skin shuddering and vibrating with such intense sensations I thought I’d faint.
Then his fingers reached under me and clutched into my mound and I screamed as the orgasm hit me. I heard the sound of it echoing in my ears—half pain and half elation but he continued to pound into me for a long time, while aftershocks shuddered through me and eventually I wanted him to stop. Then I felt the swelling and he slammed into me, shouting “There! Take that!”
I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or to Molotov.
I waited quietly while he stood panting behind me for a good minute, then at last he pulled out and I shuddered again at the odd sensation that felt frighteningly like I needed the toilet.
“I’m going out for dinner,” he said shortly, and soon I felt the ropes loosen and fall from my ankles and then my arms.
I was so limp it didn’t matter. I just lay there on my belly, sprawled across the table, my ass exposed and the dress pushed up over my head.
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