Fifty Shades of Alice at the Hellfire Club by Melinda DuChamp

good, my dear.” She smiled. “It’s about feeling beautiful, feeling desirable, feeling powerful.”
    Alice drew in a shuddering breath. “Yes. Powerful. Irresistible.”
    “And does your husband make you feel that way?”
    Lewis tensed, wishing for the answer he knew Alice could only give if she were telling a lie.
    Alice opted for the truth. “No, he doesn’t.”
    The woman stared at him, but her gaze wasn’t reproachful. The message in her eyes was worse.
    Pity.
    “You will pay close attention? I will show you how to make a woman feel beautiful, powerful, irresistible. I will teach you.”
    Lewis nodded, eager to learn. “Thank you… I’m sorry, I don’t know your name.”
    “Cleopatra,” the woman said.
    “Cleopatra? The Queen of the Nile?”
    She shook her head. “No, that would be Madame Bovary.”
    “Madam Bovary?” Alice asked.
    “Yes. As Lewis knows, she’s the true queen of denial.” Cleopatra winked. “And by the time we are finished, Alice will feel like a queen as well.”
    Lewis smiled. Alice was fond of royalty. She was sure to enjoy this.
    And enjoy she did. Cleopatra smoothed her hands down Alice’s arms, pulling the robe off on the way and letting it pool onto the marble floor. Then she skimmed her hands back up Alice’s sides and cupped her perfect breasts, teasing the nipples with her fingers.
    Alice closed her eyes, her head slightly back and let out a moan. Then she moved her own hands behind her grasping Cleopatra’s buttocks and pulling her tight against her back.
    They just stood like that for a long time, both women cupping and caressing, grabbing and grinding. Blatantly naked in front of him.
    “You see, Lewis? I am appreciating Alice’s body, and in turn, she is appreciating mine.”
    “And I’m appreciating the appreciating,” he said. He couldn’t get any harder, but the inspiring scenery in front of him was beginning to make him ache.
    “I am worshipping her with my touch,” Cleopatra continued, running one hand over Alice’s belly and dipping between her thighs. “Not just telling her she’s beautiful, but showing her, seducing her.”
    Alice moaned.
    Lewis’s manhood twitched in response. Watching Cleopatra, he could imagine her hands were his, the softness of Alice’s back and breasts as he held her close, his cock nudging between her legs from behind, the vibration of her moan registering in his chest.
    And when a man cleared his throat on the other side of the naked statue Lewis was bound to, Lewis jumped again, sending his painfully hard erection bouncing.
    “Beautiful, aren’t they?” the man said.
    Lewis reluctantly ripped his eyes from the swaying women to look at the new addition. Like the woman, he was a fine specimen. Dressed in armor that covered his chest and shoulders, he was bare from the waist down except for the sandals strapped to his feet. Dark hair sprinkled his legs and peeked out under the armor spanning his broad chest, but his package was nearly hair free.
    But that wasn’t what Lewis found remarkable.
    The man’s penis was huge; thick as Lewis’s wrist. It reached up like a sword, tight to his belly, veins cording under soft skin. And at the head, a barbell piercing that went sideways through the glans. It looked like someone had stuck a gold nail through the top of a long potato.
    “Wow,” Lewis said before he could stop himself.
    “I’m Marc Antony,” he said, tilting his hips forward as if saluting Lewis with his stiff cock.
    “Are you here… for me?” Lewis said, a little worried about the answer.
    Okay, a lot worried.
    “Do you want me to be?” Marc said.
    “No.”
    “Then I’m not. At least for now.”
    That sounded a little threatening to Lewis, and he held on to that thought, figuring it might help him keep his passion under control. A distraction, as Alice said.
    Alice…
    He turned back to her. The women were facing each other, breast rubbing breast. Cleopatra reached up and stroked Alice’s blond