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Authors: Melinda DuChamp
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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.
“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.
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