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

the thought of these four handsome and dashing men engaged in rubbing their hard shafts together made her knees feel a little weak. She stopped dancing, sagging a little in Aramis’s arms.
    “I’d love to watch the four of you sword fight,” she said on a puff of air.
    “Oh, you’re not going to watch, Alice. We are going to sword fight. You and me.”
    “I’d love to. But I don’t have an… um… sword.”
    Athos looked from one musketeer to the other. “I don’t know about the three of you, but I’m a little relieved to hear that.”
    “I agree,” Porthos said. “We already have four. Seems we have the sword thing covered.”
    “Besides,” Aramis chimed in. “We would have to be blind not to notice. That lace skirt really hides nothing. Looks like half of a nectarine.”
    “I observed the same,” Athos offered. “Except I said a peach.”
    “Are a peach and a nectarine the same thing?” Aramis asked.
    “A peach has velvety fuzz,” Jane said between licks. “A nectarine is smooth. The comparison of Alice to a nectarine is apt, because she is freshly shaven.”
    Alice cared little about whether she looked more like a peach or a nectarine, but she was more interested in the proposed sword fight. “Can we hurry this process along somehow?”
    Athos, Porthos, and Aramis gathered around, and Porthos handed her his sword. To Alice’s extreme disappointment, it was the sharp kind of sword, made from steel. “Use this.”
    “Really? This is what you meant by swordfighting? Actually swordfighting?”
    She’d barely figured out how the thing fit in her hand when d’Artagnan drew his own sword.
    “Ready?”
    “But I don’t know how—”
    “I’ll teach you. It’s like dancing.”
    “Dancing usually ends with a dip, not a laceration.”
    “I know you’ll do fine. Now hold your sword in front of you and watch my feet.” He took a few steps forward, tapping her blade lightly, then a few steps back.
    Alice had to laugh. It
was
like dancing. And her heart was racing with each swish of his blade.
    “You try.”
    She did. And like with the dancing, her feet seemed to move flawlessly of their own accord.
    “Now together.”
    He lunged.
Tap-tap-tap.
    Alice held out her blade and somehow managed to parry. Then it was her turn to attack.
Tap-tap-tap.
    Jane raised her head from Lewis’s lap. “Fear is one of the most powerful aphrodisiacs.”
    d’Artagnan shifted to the side, moving so fast it was hard for Alice to follow, but somehow, she did.
    “Of course, you don’t have to risk your life, like Alice is doing now,” Jane continued. “You could just do something a little out of your normal rut. Go skiing. Travel somewhere adventurous. Read some edgy erotica. Stream a scary movie through Amazon Prime. Or take a trip to the Hellfire Club.”
    A little lunge, a perfectly good parry, and Alice backed into a wall, d’Artagnan’s blade at her throat. “My goodness. That’s quite frightening, being on the end of a blade.”
    “I’m not going to hurt you, Alice.”
    “What do you want?”
    “Your nipples are very hard, Alice,” d’Artagnan said. “Very excited.”
    “Y-y-yes.”
    “I’d like to see them better.”
    She reached up to her cleavage, ready to pull the lace down.
    “Don’t move!” he said. “Stand very still.”
    Alice did her best to freeze, but her heart was pounding and her breasts rose and fell with her panting breaths.
    Three swishes of his sword, and the lace blouse fell to the floor, fully exposing her breasts.
    “There. How do you feel, Alice?”
    “Hot.” She felt more than hot. She felt wicked.
    “Just one more thing, Alice. Hold still for me again.” Three more slashes and her lace skirt lay on the stone, leaving her naked except for the corset.
    “Will you spread your legs for me? Just a little so I can see you better?”
    Alice did, cool air caressing her swollen and very wet sex. She glanced behind dA‘rtangnan, looking for the other musketeers, wanting