Free Fifty Shades of Alice at the Hellfire Club by Melinda DuChamp

She looked at the champagne and the flowers. It made her feel wanted, and special, and was a nice breather from all the orgasms.
    And, strangely, it made her want more orgasms.
    “You’re very polite, Athos, and very attractive. A perfect gentlemen. Are we going to get to something physical anytime soon?”
    “Soon, milady.”
    Then a door into the chamber opened, and Lewis walked in, Jane Eyre at his side. He was still completely naked, his erection bobbing as he walked. But this time, something was different.
    “They shaved you!” Alice observed. “You look at least two inches bigger!”
    “And you look so beautiful, Alice. So sexy I can hardly bear it.” He gave Alice a little smile that she could feel all the way to her toes, and he skimmed her barely hidden breasts and crotch with his gaze.
    “Steady, Lewis,” Jane said. “We haven’t even begun the lesson.”
    Lewis swallowed hard, and nodded. “What is the lesson about this time?”
    Jane made him sit on a bench and chained his arms to the column above. “Respect.”
    “Respect?” Lewis made a face. “People don’t seem very respectful around here with all the tying and teasing and forcing of orgasms.”
    “All healthy sex includes respect, Lewis.”
    “But Alice was begging to stop and no one listened. That didn’t seem respectful.”
    “And that was part of the game, part of what she signed up for here at the Hellfire Club. Even the edging by Blackbeard and the orgasm torture in the Swing Room were about consent, trust, and empowerment. Heathcliff, Dickens, and Blackbeard were only doing what she chose, playing out her fantasies. Weren’t they, Alice?”
    Alice nodded. She’d been through a lot, and at moments she’d wondered if she could take it all. But it was exactly what she’d signed up for.
    “And now on to the lesson.” Jane grasped the collar of her very proper dress with the row of buttons running down the front and gave it a pull. One by one, the buttons popped free, and a voluptuous pair of naked breasts spilled from the opening.
    Oh, my.
    Jane let the dress fall to the floor, baring the rest of her surprisingly shapely body (that proper, governess dress hid a lot!), and then she turned to Lewis. “I want you to pay close attention to what I do and say. First I’d like you to notice how Athos is wooing Alice. Flowers, champagne, treating her like a lady.  Not pawing her. Not taking advantage. Not only thinking of his own pleasure. He’s treating her like the special woman she is.”
    Lewis nodded, and gave Alice another little smile.
    Jane went on, pulling on her nipples as she talked. “Besides being the trappings of romance and showing a woman she’s special, the scent of flowers, a little bubbly, it all stimulates the senses, lowers inhibitions, and can arouse desire.”
    Alice had to agree with that. And the dashing Athos only added to the picture.
    “And while you think about how you will romance Alice, I’m going to suck your rochester.” She knelt down between Lewis’s thighs. As it turned out, Lewis’s rochester ended up being his cock, and Jane sucked as she’d promised, starting with a swirl of the tongue, then taking him fully into her mouth.
    Alice sipped her champagne. Delicious. She smelled the flowers. Divine. She watched Jane pleasure her husband, then feasted her eyes on the dashing Athos, still bowing his apology, his eyes glued to Alice as if the spectacularly nude Jane wasn’t even there.
    So Lewis would learn from Jane and Alice would have her fun with Athos. She couldn’t wait to get started. “So perhaps it is time for my lesson?” she asked her dashing suitor, hoping that would inspire him to strip like Jane had.
    “Of course it is time! I have arrived!” Another man strode into the dining hall his riding boots clicking on the stone. His hair was shorter, and beard and mustache slightly more full. Dressed similarly to Athos, he held a tray heaped with food. “I’m Porthos, and I can