“Oh god.” His hand buried itself in her hair as he began to thrust in earnest, fucking her mouth, using it like a tight little cunt for his pleasure. She trembled beneath him, wanting nothing more than to taste the fruits of her effort. “Oh fuck, fuck. Alice!” His eyes flew wide and he buried himself into her mouth. “Come! Come for me!” She cried out, but it was muffled by the enormous cock being driven into her throat, and did just as he asked, quite a feat considering she had to swallow his cum at the same time. All she had to do was press her finger once against her little clit and it went off like someone had lit fireworks between her legs, pop, pop, pop, growing bigger, coming faster, and then slowly fading to black. The Red King emptied himself completely into her eager, waiting mouth, and Alice swallowed every last drop, wondering at the taste. His seed was as sweet as honey.

“Oh your majesty.” A saccharine sweet voice came from beneath the dias and Alice knew it was the Red Queen.

“Coming,” he called, slowly extracting himself from Alice’s still suckling mouth.

“Not anymore,” Alice whispered and then giggled, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. She noticed with wonder that the restraints she had formerly worn were gone.

The Red King grinned and stood, towering over her for a moment before he stepped over the edge. She screamed at his sudden departure but when she looked over the side of the dias she could see nothing, no king or queen. The room was empty.

Alice rested on the platform, her body slick with sweat, now unrestrained, and stared up at the red and white big-top ceiling. Wade was here, somewhere, she was sure of it. This strange and wonderful night was his doing and there was probably more to come. She just hoped the rest of it included him.

She should have been cold but the room seemed to adjust to the perfect temperature and she drifted easily off to sleep thinking about her man. When she woke, the dias had descended, becoming part of the floor again, and she was resting on the original black and white parquet tiles. She lifted her head and looked around the room, which had been changed again in the time she’d been asleep. The bistro table was still there in a corner, but now there was another, a long thin one, kind of like a doctor’s table.