Page 30 of Ace of Spades

It was probably why I was grinding against Hatter’s palm at that very moment. I’d let guys finger me in public before, but never someone I’d only met an hour ago.

That boldness was also why, when Callister looked down his nose at me and asked me how bad I wanted to find the Vorpal Sword, I came up with a plan that would show himexactlyhow serious I was.

“Watch me,” I told him with a smile.

Then I turned back to Hatter.

I shuddered as I felt him moving inside my body. I was squirming and so wet that I was sure I was going to leave a wet spot on my chair.

But I didn’t care.

I could imagine it away if I wanted to.

"Your party is fucking amazing,” I told him, my voice breathy and flirtatious as I met his hypnotic gaze.

There was something so feral about his mismatched eyes. The brown one promised that he’d take good care of me, while the blue one suggested he’d tear me apart and leave me begging for more.

My inhibitions had completely vanished, and I found myself leaning even closer to him, entranced by the wild, untamed light that flickered behind his beautiful eyes.

“I know it’s amazing,” he chuckled, "but my dear Alice, you've only just arrived. Let me make you come.”

“Mmmm,” I hummed. “Are you sure the answer to your riddle from earlier isn’t your cock?”

Slowly, ever so slowly, Hatter shook his head.

“I have a long, stiff shaft,” he said, his voice full of double entendre. “My tip penetrates. I come with a quiver. What am I, Alice?”

“I honestly don’t know. Can’t you give me a clue?”

“I cannot. It would take away all the fun.”

“Alright, then I guess you’ll just have to tell me where you hid the Vorpal Sword,” I sighed, my words laced with newfound confidence.

The air in the room thickened, and the Mad Hatter's eyes widened at my bold inquiry. March Hare tensed up, his jittery hands pausing mid-pour, sharing a surprised glance with the drowsy Dormouse. Chess laughed, a wicked, throaty sound that echoed through the garden.

“I’m afraid I don’t remember where I put it,” Hatter said with a shrug. “I can only think clearly when I’m completely relaxed, which isn’t often.”

“I know what would make you completely relaxed.”

“Bold move,” Hatter said, a slow grin of approval spreading across his face, "you're learning to embrace the madness."

“Oh, I learned how to do that a long time ago,” I teased, making his eyes flash with lust.

"Shall we make an agreement in front of all these witnesses?” he suggested, his voice dark and seductive, his eyes glinting with desire. “You give me something of a certain value, and I’ll give you something of equal value.” He paused, letting the tension build before continuing. “An incredible fuck, right here, in exchange for me telling you where the sword is. What do you say?”

The room seemed to close in on itself as the Mad Hatter leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his eyes never leaving mine. I held his gaze, refusing to back down. The world around me might have been dark and twisted, but I would face it head-on, no matter the cost.

“Come on, Alice,” urged Chess. “Take one for the team!”

“I don’t think she’ll actually do it,” scoffed Callister.

My heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, I was speechless. The realization hit me that I had never encountered someone who could so effortlessly command my attention and make me question everything I thought I knew about myself. My pussy clenched so hard in excitement that I barely noticed the other guests around the table.

Even so, I didn’t have to think about Hatter’s offer twice.

“I say bring it on.”

My tone was almost casual, revealing none of the turmoil churning inside me. To be honest, I found Hatter's enigmatic nature and striking appearance undeniably sexy, and I wanted to tap into the insanity lurking behind his eyes. I saw it as a challenge, a way to push myself beyond my comfort zone and embrace my rebellious instincts.

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