Page 4 of King of Clubs

My ass burned so hot that I wondered if I was bleeding, but I refused to cry. I was more angry than hurt. More humiliated than actually in pain.

My heart leaped when I caught sight of the Vorpal Sword glinting from the scabbard still wrapped around his hip. It was the only thing that could save Wonderland, and I’d worked so hard to find it.

If I was trapped in this bizarre dream, I may as well commit to it.

The sword was so close...and yet, so far beyond my grasp.

I had to get it back.

I had to find Chess and Hatter.

We had to get to the White Queen’s castle so I could train with the White Knight and learn how to kill the Jabberwocky. Once it was dead, the Red Queen’s dark powers would fade away. Wonderland would return to normal, and then I’d wake up and be back home.

That was the plan.

I couldn’t do any of that if I was being held prisoner by the powerful, arrogant King of Clubs.

His hand slapped my ass once more and bounced off, waiting for me to squirm. But the less I resisted his punishment, the more that skillful hand caressed my curves instead of spanking them.

Another slap landed on my other cheek, the sting sinking into my flesh, making my whole body tingle. His hand traced along my shoulder blades, his fingertips so soft against my skin. I whimpered, my hips arching of their own accord. I found myself mortified to feel wetness pooling between my legs.

The king took a deep breath and growled with approval, kneading the globes of my ass. “You like this, don’t you, Alice? Being spanked and humiliated in front of an audience.” His nails pricked my skin, and I shuddered. “Admit it. Tell us how much you love being punished.”

I buried my face in the cushions, heat engulfing my entire body. He was right, though I could hardly bear to say it. There was something deeply arousing about being at the mercy of this powerful being, helpless and exposed with Callister’s gaze wandering all over my naked body.

The king brought his hand down again, harder this time. I moaned, the pain translating to more tingles of pleasure as it radiated through me.

“Well?” He jerked the leash. “Tell us, or I won’t stop.”

I turned my head to the side, glancing at Callister. Our eyes met, and I saw my own lust reflected in his gaze.

The king’s hand was firm, yet soft to the touch, and I shuddered in relief with every second his palm rested against my skin. It felt so good that I didn’t even care that Callister had a perfect view of my bare ass.

A single finger traced the contours of my upper thighs, and I arched my back without thinking. I wanted that finger inside of me. He was a monster, an abomination, and yet part of me wanted to call his bluff.

Go ahead, you fucking monster...I thought.Take me right now. Hard. Without mercy.

“Tell us, Alice,” the king repeated. “Tell us how much you enjoy this.”

I lifted my head and tilted my chin upward.

“It’s alright.”

A look of warning met my gaze, but the flecks of gold were still there, peeking out at me from behind his loose dark hair.

The wings and the horns were still there, too.

So was his nose. I watched his nostrils waver as he scented the air between his nose and my wet pussy.

He shot me a look that said all I needed to know.

He could smell me.

“Just alright?”

In that moment, I knew I hadn’t even begun to test the limits of this demon’s patience.

“Fine—I like it,” I hissed through my teeth. I glanced away from him, my face flaming with humiliation.

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