Alice Returns (Doxy Parcel) by Nicole Ryan Page A

and without a sound, he was gone from the room.
    Alice sat and stared at the only thing she could see: the pretty bow that tied her wrists together. It seemed to almost pulse with vibrations of delicate light as the shiny silk caught it and tossed it in different directions. Suddenly Alice heard sound beside her, and turned her head slightly.
    “Welcome back Alice.” A gentle voice said entering the room, she recognized it.
    “Thank you.” She said as hands began untying her wrists, the silky tie tickled her skin as it fell to the floor before he finally removed the blindfold.
    March stood before her, his long brown hair swept attractively behind his shoulders. He wore tight black pants, a white silk shirt under an extravagant green coat that clung to his torso and flared about his face, and thick black boots that came just below his knees.
    Alice looked around the small room, it was so small, that the daybed, the vanity to her right, and the chest of drawers to her left looked oversized, her head nearly touched the ceiling as she stood, placing her hand in March’s. He led the way down a narrow hall and like the strange room, the hall was distorted. Photos hung lopsided, frames of different sizes, and strange swirling shapes… colors, even variations in thickness.
    “I have something I’d like to show you.” March said softly beside her. Alice thought he had a hint of an accent, Russian maybe.
    “I’d like v ery much to see it.” Alice said her voice barely a whisper.
    March took her through a wooden door, guiding her into an extravagant garden room, surrounded on three sides by glass walls. Alice’s eyes widened in the moonlight as she took in the sight before her, countless roses, different shades of yellow, pink and reds, tall elegant foliage and little fountains placed randomly about the greenery. Alice wasn’t sure if the garden was really so beautiful, or if it was the effects of the chocolate… but she was sure that she’d never looked upon anything so stunning in her life. March smiled down at her and reached his hand up to brush a loose strand of hair over her ear before holding her face in his warm hand.
    “Do you like it?” He asked, searching her soft features and then fixing his gaze on her crimson lips.
    “It’s so beautiful.” She sighed.
    “Not as beautiful as you are.” He said , bringing his hands around her clavicles and promptly placing his lips on hers.
    March moved his arms downward, circling them around Alice’s waist, and crushing her body to his as he lifted her from the ground. Alice wrapped her arms around his neck as she returned his kiss, moaning as he slid his tongue into her mouth and she felt waves of arousal pulsing in her pussy.
    “ May I taste you, sweet Alice, before the others?” March asked, setting Alice back on her feet.
    Alice looked up into his handsome features as she slipped her breasts from the dainty top, and undid the button on his pants. As she lowered herself to the ground she opened his fly, his stiff cock bouncing free. She grinned up at him as she took him into her mouth and began sucking his head and working down his shaft, leaving little rings and smears of crimson lipstick in her wake. She kissed the tip of his dick gently before she looked behind her at one of the warped clocks.
    “I am here for three and a half more hours . I am at your disposal Mr. March.” She pumped her hand around his cock once before she added, “That is, if this is your party.”
    “Yes, t his is my art studio.” He said with a grunt, and Alice reached up to silence him with a negative shake of her head.
    “I don’t need to know any details, just that this is your party.” Alice smiled, she was happy this was his gathering; she’d wanted him since she’d seen him at the bank earlier.
    Before Alice could wrap her lips around him again M arch grasped her by her arms, stood her up in front of him and slipped his hand under the small white flap that barely covered