Cheshire crawled back on the bed. The look in his eyes told it all. Cheshire was making good on his promise to fuck me once the eggs were out. He twisted me in bed until both our bodies were strangled in blankets. The heavy scent of Shaheen was on him, along with the bitter scent of strong tea leaves, and the magic that was Cheshire.
Clawed hands tore at my clothes as we twisted. I felt like I was tumbling, a body in water, and Cheshire was a wave rolling me over and over until up and down were unknown. The rip of fabric hit my ears, the shredding of my pretty blue dress he’d already ruined earlier but now completely destroyed. It was the only thing I had from home and I feared without it, I’d forget I wasn’t from Wonderland.
He growled, his tail snapping in excitement behind him as he looked down at my naked body. He pounced on me, burying his nose into my hair and wrapping his arms around me tightly.
“Pretend to sleep, Alice. It’ll be the most pleasant dream. The vile, villain of Wonderland pressing between your legs,” he groaned into my ear.
“What?” I asked with a shuddering voice.
“No one will judge you for a dream. Not even yourself.” His tongue licked at my neck as his soft chest brushed my hardened nipples. Every nerve was on fire as he wrapped me in his bed. A furious tongue trailed up my throat as he pressed me down into his bed of pillows and blankets. Hot breath, a groan—I was sinking into another place, one where the only thing that existed was us.
“So sweet,” he purred. I was losing all sense of myself. My hands grasped his feline ears, twisting and tugging. He gave a groan that sounded both of pleasure and pain. Then his tongue was lapping at my exposed nipple, his hand grasping the breast tightly as he licked. My back arched and a whimpering sound came from my mouth as my legs spread open.
“Tell me how vile I am. Tell me you hate me,” he said as I felt the press of his cock on my pelvis, trapped between our bodies.
“I hate you,” I rasped. He groaned, thrusting against me. The long smooth length of his erection slid up to my belly button, making butterflies fill even the tips of my fingers.
“I hate you,” I gasped again, my body arching towards him. Cheshire pulled back and green cat eyes looked at me below him. His pupils suddenly expanded to spheres, making me shudder. His hand pushed into my hair, holding it tight as he bent down and licked into my mouth.
I opened for him, allowing him the invasion, feeling the rough texture of his tongue tasting me, ravaging me.
“You taste like sugar,” he stated before moving down. He pulled my breast into his mouth and groaned, sucking roughly.
For a moment, the insanity he caused in me won. I ground against his furred torso, trying to find friction against his body. Cheshire reached down and grasped his cock, lining it up to my entrance. I felt the pressure of his tip.
“No,” I gasped, coming back to myself. Quickly, I crawled out from underneath him and darted away from the bed.
Cheshire watched me from the blankets, his tongue dragging over his lips to chase the flavour of me on his mouth. His pupils slowly lost their dilation as I snatched a silk robe from a chair and gathered the fabric around me. I panted and tried to pretend my body wasn’t alight with desire.
“I won’t fuck you,” I said, looking at the smile spread on his face.
“Alice, what do you really want? I don’t think you know.” His clever eyes dragged down my body as if it were still nude in front of him. I pulled the fabric tighter, trying to shake off the feeling of being naked for his assessment.
“You’re as lost now as when you first came to Wonderland…all those years ago,” he said.
“I am not,” I said through my teeth.
“Then why won’t you admit the truth to yourself?” He was laying on his side and it took everything for me to avoid looking at his cock, still hard and ready. I couldn’t believe I’d almost fucked him not even a full day after he made me sign over my freedom.
“I don’t want you,” I denied in a whisper.
“Yes, you do,” Cheshire stated as he stretched his arms above his head.
He was right, of course. I was trying to ignore and deny it but it was true. I craved sliding back into bed with him and feeling him rut between my legs, his hand wrapping around my throat and squeezing in a tight collar of ownership.
I wanted to let go entirely. I wanted Cheshire’s need to own aimed directly at me. I wanted to see if he’d destroy me in his desire to swallow the canary.
It also terrified me. He could make me forget who I was. He could truly own me, make me do whatever he wanted. If I wasn’t careful, I’d invite him to rip me to shreds like he had my dress. My eyes looked at the rags on the floor and I squinted at them in confusion. They looked terrible, old and stained, and patched up as if Mad Hatter had been repairing it for years. I shook my head, trying to get the confusion of Wonderland from my head.
“I do want you,” I admitted quietly. Cheshire lifted from bed, stalking close to me on silent steps. His large pink cock was hard and long and strange, a prickled texture on the bottom half and tip of the shaft. His hand reached out and grasped my neck, pulling me close. His mouth hovered above mine.
“But?” He asked.
“But I’d rather let anyone but you fuck me,” I said. “Because you are wicked and cruel. You want to own me,” I said. He leaned in to whisper in my ear.
“I already do.” The delight in his voice was obvious.
“Well, I won’t let you have this,” I said. Cheshire’s eyes narrowed and then he pulled away. I let out a deep breath, my legs so shaky they could barely keep me standing. I made my way to his desk and used the furniture to help steady myself. Cheshire stood facing the opposite direction, his hands opening and closing.
