Alice felt the world slipping and opened her eyes in alarm. The silver threads were moving again and she moved with them, like a puppet on strings. They lowered her head toward the floor until her shoulders rested on the strange, softly gelatinous stuff that had materialized on the dias. She sighed in relief as her arms fell free to her sides. Her body was now at a forty-five degree angle, half-suspended from the ceiling, and the king’s gaze swept over her as he plunged between her thighs.

She watched him fuck her, the hot pounding of his cock shaking the whole dias beneath them. She wanted more, needed more, but couldn’t speak. She didn’t want to be punished again. There was nothing to do but give in, no matter what happened.

“Sweet Alice.” The Red King was on top of her now, all of the strings gone slack, even the ones around her nipples. The sensation burned there, quicksilver, sending shockwaves between her legs. He used fast, hard thrusts, and she couldn’t help it, she wrapped herself around him and began to rock herself toward climax.

It was like taking the weight of a boulder, a mountain, he was so thick and solid under her hands. She couldn’t even get her legs all the way around his thrusting hips, so she just dug her heels in and arched. He groaned against her ear and began to grind his hips, not so much thrusting now as rutting.

“Please sir.” She dared too much, always, but she couldn’t help her need. She whispered the words, barely moving her lips to speak. “Please make me come.” He slowed just slightly and swallowed. She heard it. Fully expecting to be suspended and spanked again, she tensed and waited for the inevitable. Instead, he rocked her back with his powerful thighs, shifting her weight and lifting her legs in the air as he knelt between them.