Fifty Shades of Alice at the Hellfire Club Read online

  “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.

  Alice Meets an English Woman and Is Wooed by Some French Guys Who Speak English…

  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.”

  His gaze moved down there, and she could see a bulge building in his breeches.

  “I do see it. Like a halved peach, and every bit as sweet, no doubt.”

  “Why don’t you take off your pants?” she asked.

  “I beg your pardon, milady, but champagne awaits us.”

  Alice would have been disappointed, except she was thirsty. And she couldn’t wait to see what Athos might do when he got a little bubbly in him. She’d loved her time with Cleopatra, but she had a craving for a man. She swished in the direction he directed.

  There was indeed a champagne bucket standing next to a silk upholstered bench, more modern day than 17th century, but Alice wasn’t going to quibble. Alice perched on the bench, ankles crossed like a perfect lady. Of course, she was a lady who happened to be exposing all her feminine parts to the world.

  She had to admit it was very exciting.

  Athos reached behind the bench and pulled out a bouquet of roses.

  Alice smiled, accepted the flowers, and held them to her chest and sniffed deep, the rough stems brushing her nipples.

  Athos picked up the champagne, opening it with only a slight pop. He offered her a glass. “For you, milady.”

  She took a sip, sneezing a little from the bubbles. Alice felt very much like a fairy tale princess.

  Well, a slutty fairy tale princess who really needed a cock inside her. Maybe even more than one. She wondered if Snow White ever got this horny. She must. Why else live with seven little men?

  “You are a vision, milady,” Athos said, bowing deep.

  Alice looked at the gorgeous Athos. She looked at the champagne and the flowers. It made her feel wanted, and special, and was a nice breather from all the orgasms.

  And, strangely, it made her want more orgasms.

  “You’re very polite, Athos, and very attractive. A perfect gentlemen. Are we going to get to something physical anytime soon?”

  “Soon, milady.”

  Then a door into the chamber opened, and Lewis walked in, Jane Eyre at his side. He was still completely naked, his erection bobbing as he walked. But this time, something was different.

  “They shaved you!” Alice observed. “You look at least two inches bigger!”

  “And you look so beautiful, Alice. So sexy I can hardly bear it.” He gave Alice a little smile that she could feel all the way to her toes, and he skimmed her barely hidden breasts and crotch with his gaze.

  “Steady, Lewis,” Jane said. “We haven’t even begun the lesson.”

  Lewis swallowed hard, and nodded. “What is the lesson about this time?”

  Jane made him sit on a bench and chained his arms to the column above. “Respect.”

  “Respect?” Lewis made a face. “People don’t seem very respectful around here with all the tying and teasing and forcing of orgasms.”

  “All healthy sex includes respect, Lewis.”

  “But Alice was begging to stop and no one listened. That didn’t seem respectful.”

  “And that was part of the game, part of what she signed up for here at the Hellfire Club. Even the edging by Blackbeard and the orgasm torture in the Swing Room were about consent, trust, and empowerment. Heathcliff, Dickens, and Blackbeard were only doing what she chose, playing out her fantasies. Weren’t they, Alice?”

  Alice nodded. She’d been through a lot, and at moments she’d wondered if she could take it all. But it was exactly what she’d signed up for.

  “And now on to the lesson.” Jane grasped the collar of her very proper dress with the row of buttons running down the front and gave it a pull. One by one, the buttons popped free, and a voluptuous pair of naked breasts spilled from the opening.

  Oh, my.

  Jane let the dress fall to the floor, baring the rest of her surprisingly shapely body (that proper, governess dress hid a lot!), and then she turned to Lewis. “I want you to pay close attention to what I do and say. First I’d like you to notice how Athos is wooing Alice. Flowers, champagne, treating her like a lady. Not pawing her. Not taking advantage. Not only thinking of his own pleasure. He’s treating her like the special woman she is.”

  Lewis nodded, and gave Alice another little smile.

  Jane went on, pulling on her nipples as she talked. “Besides being the trappings of romance and showing a woman she’s special, the scent of flowers, a little bubbly, it all stimulates the senses, lowers inhibitions, and can arouse desire.”

  Alice had to agree with that. And the dashing Athos only added to the picture.

  “And while you think about how you will romance Alice, I’m going to suck your rochester.” She knelt down between Lewis’s thighs. As it turned out, Lewis’s rochester ended up being his cock, and Jane sucked as she’d promised, starting with a swirl of the tongue, then taking him fully into her mouth.

  Alice sipped her champagne. Delicious. She smelled the flowers. Divine. She watched Jane pleasure her husband, then feasted her eyes on the dashing Athos, still bowing his apology, his eyes glued to Alice as if the spectacularly nude Jane wasn’t even there.

  So Lewis would learn from Jane and Alice would have her fun with Athos. She couldn’t wait to get started. “So perhaps it is time for my lesson?” she asked her
dashing suitor, hoping that would inspire him to strip like Jane had.

  “Of course it is time! I have arrived!” Another man strode into the dining hall his riding boots clicking on the stone. His hair was shorter, and beard and mustache slightly more full. Dressed similarly to Athos, he held a tray heaped with food. “I’m Porthos, and I can tell Athos has left you hungry, both for food and romance.”

  Athos grunted.

  But before Alice could comment, both men were feeding her. The freshest nectarines, the most succulent strawberries, and the sweetest cherries, nectar dripping to her chin.

  “Certain foods can be very sexy, too,” Jane said, coming up for a breather. “The whole ritual of feeding each other can be a real turn-on.”

  “I can’t get any more turned-on,” Lewis said, beginning to sound a little desperate.

  “May I have a nectarine, Athos?”

  “Pardon me for a moment, Alice.” Athos rose and brought Jane a piece of fruit. “Would the governess like it sliced in half?”

  “If you please.”

  Athos tossed the nectarine into the air, unsheathed his sword, and deftly cut it in half. Just as deftly, Jane caught one of the halves and began to rub it along the length of Lewis’s cock.

  “Thank you, Athos.”

  Athos bowed, and returned to feeding Alice, as Jane alternated licking the juice from her husband and applying more. Lewis’s face pinched, and he began to pant.

  As much as she was enjoying herself, Alice had to admit she was getting a bit tired. The whole day had been an endless wave of orgasms. If Lewis couldn’t hold out, if she had to start over…

  “Please hold out, Lewis,” she said, catching his eye. “For me.”

  “I’m trying, Alice. I’m really trying.”

  “Think unsexy thoughts, Lewis,” Jane said. This time she took his manhood in both hands, one fist on top of the other, and started to twist in opposite directions. She worked up the length of his shaft, and when she started twisting her way back down, she took his tip into her mouth.

  “This isn’t fair,” Lewis sputtered. He clenched his eyes shut and started babbling lyrics to Broadway musicals. Weren’t many things unsexier than that, except maybe death metal.