“Yess,” he purred back at me. “I’m a sick fuck, aren’t I Alice? You hate me, I’m vile,” he continued and I could practically feel his cock twitch against me in time with each insult he repeated. He was getting off on my animosity.
“I can’t wait to see how much you hate how good I make you feel,” he purred, burying his face in my hair, pressing his mouth to my neck, licking and kissing, purring and biting.
“Stop,” I groaned as I went lax in his grip. He laughed and pulled back.
“Do you force yourself on all of your workers?” I bit out in frustration. His smile thinned a little as he backed up. I didn’t move from my place atop his desk.
“This room is your new home. You’re only allowed out when I’ve given you permission,” he said, making me lose my voice. I’d really given up my autonomy. I was his personal prostitute on beck and call all hours of day and night, not a moment of reprieve, apparently. And for what? Where was this magic life I’d dreamed of when I’d signed those papers?
He turned and I shot daggers at him, the hate making my teeth grind as tears slowly spilled down my cheeks. I despised how I cried when I was angry.
“You will not be fucking anyone else,” he said, ignoring my tears. I looked at him in sudden confusion.
“I had thought that…” I trailed off. So I was only his, it seemed. My stomach twisted as I realised what else that meant. “Caterpillar.” Cheshire smiled and shook his head slowly, narrowing his eyes in delight when I glared hatred at him.
“You are to be my personal consort,” he said, walking close again. His tail slid up my leg, soft on my inner thigh. “Only me, Alice,” he whispered in my ear.
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Oh?” He asked in curiosity as if the concept of my opinion was merely a small fascination and not something to take into account when decision-making.
“I’ll hate you forever if you cage me like this.”
“But Alice, your disapproval is one of my favourite parts about you,” he purred. His sharp teeth loomed closer, his nose pushing through my hair. His small groan was loud as he nibbled my ear.
“I’ve finally caught you,” he whispered quickly as if he’d been chasing me for some time. “Get some rest.” His hand settled on my stomach and pressed down. I felt the uncomfortable movement of Shaheen’s eggs inside me. “These will be out soon and then I’ll have you.”
Then Cheshire was gone and I was left looking around an empty, unfamiliar room that was now my prison. Tears fell down my cheeks but even so, the desire to be home never rose up inside me. I didn’t think of it at all.
I thought about the Den of Debauchery and how the sounds and smells were foreign and exciting. How the colours were feasts for the eyes, how Shaheen was just down the hall, and that I would have him again no matter what Cheshire said. It brightened my mood and alleviated my panic.
I itched to sneak out and go to Shaheen right now—hide in his blankets and smoke, curl up against his lower half, and let the velvet skin soothe me asleep.
I looked around Cheshire’s room, pressing on my full belly and eyeing the bed. The human-size of it made more sense now that I understood Cheshire wasn’t merely a cat. It was large and round, piled high with pillows and blankets. It was very bohemian, with a variety of rich colours clashing together. There were little knick knacks shoved between expensive fabrics just like how an animal might hide its little treasures.
I was so tired. Too tired and well fucked to do much at all. Plus, I was overwhelmed by the situation I found myself in. Oftentimes when I felt overwhelmed, I also felt so exhausted I couldn’t keep my eyes open. A coping mechanism that hardly helped with a solution.
I knew I should do something. Try to escape. Try to figure something out. Instead, I crawled into his bed, inhaling the scent of Cheshire. It was hard to describe, something magical and beyond the words I had. It wrapped around me, a reminder of what he planned to do. Be all around me, be in me.
Cheshire was going to fuck me and my mind drifted off replaying the finer details of his more human-like body. His muscled stomach, the soft fur over his skin, his tail sliding up my thigh. I closed my legs tighter together.
His cock was inhuman and strange. I wasn’t sure what it would feel like pushing into me. For a moment, I imagined how he might take me but there were too many possibilities. This cat was too hard to read.
I could still feel all the places he touched. The way his tongue had licked my ear. The sound of him putting tears in my dress just to hold me close. There was no way he would be anything but overwhelming in bed.
This was terrible. I didn’t want to want him. Something about his full attention made me feel both powerful and weak. It was the weakness that frightened me and the knowledge that he’d already asked too much and I’d given in immediately.
Which begged the question, what else would he ask from me and would I ever find the will to tell Cheshire no? I swallowed, burying my face in pillows, knowing the truth. The real question was why? Why him—the most villainous creature I knew. Perhaps I craved self-destruction.
When I fell asleep and dreamed, it was that I was being chased by the Cheshire cat through Wonderland. I was close to the ground, smaller than normal and therefore able to dart under leaves and finally dive into an animal’s burrow to escape his hunger.
His smiling face appeared at the entrance and a high-pitched animalistic sound of fear came from me as I pressed against the dirt wall. His paw stretched inside—extended claws digging into the earth.
“Come out little rabbit. I want to play,” he suggested, like we were friends and not predator and prey. When I only shivered against the wall he pulled his paw back out. “I’ll catch you one day.”
Chapter4
Shaheen
