My name is Alice Light and I used to be a dull, dull girl. That changed one night when I followed a beautiful man dressed in white into an alley, kissed him until I fell at his feet, and ended up in violent, bloody world called Wonderland.
Now I'm a pampered pet locked in a pretty cage and I belong to that same man who led me here. White haired and red eyed, Petrus is Chief Executioner for the Red Queen who finds much satisfaction in his work. He's also a sadistic man who loves to chase me throughout his enchanted mansion just so he can catch me and take me to his dungeon.
Petrus has just gotten back from service. His eyes have that look that tells me I'm in for a long, hard night under his talented hand. I can't wait...
Warning: This 8,800 word short story explores BDSM themes in graphic detail.
Petrus suddenly calls out in a sing-song voice, “Alice? Alice, where are you, my naughty girl?” My heartbeat quickens. Granted, while a large part of me wants Petrus to catch me, my nature demands I run. I leave the hallway and scale the winding stairs. I risk a glance over the edge and see Petrus’s eerily-handsome face.
I freeze in place. My breasts ache for his mouth. I’m sure he can see the desire turning me into a wanton woman.
He stands three flights down, short white hair artfully disheveled and eyes gleaming murder-red in amusement. I can’t help but notice my mad lover is bare-chested, his white leather pants slung low on lean hips. He must’ve discarded his matching trench coat and gloves after I left. Petrus leans on the iron railing and whistles. “My, my, Alice. What a beautiful pink kitty you have there. I can’t wait to catch it…”
I step up so my legs are no longer spread open on the stairs. My hands instinctually cover my mound.
Petrus shakes his head in mock-pity. “Now, why did you have to go and do a mean thing like that? I just want to pet it, Alice.”
My cheeks flush. Desire heats me, making it so, so, so tempting to let Petrus catch me. His voice drops, sliding over my body like velvet. “Don’t you want me to pet you, Alice? Hmm? I can pet very well, you know.”
I shake my head. I don’t want him to pet me. I want him to lick, suck, and fuck my pink kitty raw.
Petrus takes one step. I take another in the same direction. He grins. “Oh, don’t worry. I plan on doing that too, Alice.”
Damn it! I look up and see a cloud floating above my head. It’s spelled out everything I just thought. I swing at it with my fist. Petrus snickers. He holds out a hand and beckons me.
“Come on, Alice. You’ve lost.” He snaps his fingers. A platinum clock piece appears and lands gently in his palm. Petrus flips it open. “You’ve made it one quarter clock turn. Very good, my dear. Very good indeed! Now what will it be? Boots or a shirt? Maybe a lacy blindfold? You can be my very own Lady of Justice, Alice. How does that sound?”
I bolt. It’s bad form, I know. I can’t help it—I hate losing so easily. Besides, until he physically catches me I still have a chance to outwit Petrus. How I really think I can outwit him on his home turf is anyone’s guess but still. My bare feet slap noisily against the black marble steps. It’s still not loud enough to mask Petrus’s heavy, white boots.
“Alice, I know exactly what I’m going to do to that pretty pink kitty first. Spank it!”
Shit! Petrus isn’t teasing. He means it. I probably should’ve just surrendered.
I finally make it to the next floor and sprint down the hall, my long hair flying behind me like a russet banner. I think I hear him behind me but I can’t tell anymore. My blood is pumping too hard for me to hear anything but my own heartbeat. I stretch forward and grasp a large doorknob that’s growing ever-larger as I twist it.
I fling the door open and run right into Petrus’s outstretched arms.
Before I can say a word, Petrus grabs me by the back of my head and smashes my mouth against his. I can’t help but scream like a cat in heat. I often lose my mind as soon as I touch him, which is why I do my best to not do that when I need my senses on point.
I claw his back as I press my body against his. Petrus lifts me up in his arms and my legs immediately twine about his back. Lust boils my veins. I can’t get enough of Petrus’s touch and taste. He’s like candy, sweet and addictive. His tongue fills my mouth deliciously. I suck on it greedy and demanding more.
Petrus digs his fingers into my ass and slides me up and down his muscled stomach. My clit throbs with each pass. I swivel my hips like a crazy thing. I leave off shredding his back so I can run my fingers through his pure white hair.
It’s so soft beneath my skin. One of my favorite things to do is brush it in the mornings before Petrus leaves for his Majesty’s service. He indulges me in this but I know that as soon as he exits my rooms, his hand swipes through it until it’s a beautiful mess.
Petrus slams me against the door jamb. I rip my lips from his and cry out in pain. It should put my desire in the ground but actually has the opposite effect. I view Petrus through a red haze of lust. He kisses my lips softly, smiling as I beg for more.
“Do you remember what I said I would do to your pretty pink kitty, Alice?”
I nod, a little bit scared of Petrus when he looks at me so. His eyes gleam cruelly while his perfect face looks as hard as the statues I didn’t listen to. I can’t help but wonder if one day Petrus will forget I’m his precious Alice and leave me in bloody pieces.
Petrus smiles. “Don’t be afraid, Alice. You’ll actually be screaming because you like it.”
It’s not easy being a killer’s fucktoy—especially when he says things like that.