Mind Your ID

Come Here, Alice


Off in the distance she heard a clock.

"This is a trick, Hatter," she replied, a little groggy, but slowly regaining her senses, "It's all a trick."
He sighed. This little game of hard-to-get was tiresome. She should have known by now that he was not intending to kill her. He was being too patient with her. This was quickly growing tedious.
"I have waited for you, I have lavished affection on you, I have brought you here, given you a wonderful feast, why, dearest Alice, would I want to harm you?"
Silence and then: "Do you remember Rutledge? I told you I would not harm you." She nodded.

Oh yes, she remembered Rutledge all too well.

More silence. An awkward silence. The Hatter couldn't stand it any longer. "You must learn to trust me, Alice," his voice was quickly turning sinister, "or one day I will have to kill you."
His grin was wicked.
This was the Hatter she knew. This was the dark killer. Not the calm gentleman who presented her with banquets, but a threatening power. A nightmare.

His face was growing dark and his jaw was getting tighter, "I am tired of waiting." His voice was low, almost a growl. Those honey tones and gentle words were lost now.
A scream from somewhere in the distance made a perfect period to his statement.

"Now," he said through clenched teeth, "get down on your knees." He unbuttoned his pants and waited. He could feel himself growing hard. Still she stood in front of him. For the briefest moment a look of fright passed before her. He lowered his face, his eyes burning into her.

"Do not test me, Alice. You know my mind."

It was a soft command, and full of malice and threat. She sank to her knees and moved no further. His hands sunk into the arms of the chair, a signal that he was ready for her. She slowly crawled to him across the floor, the carpet scraped her knees and she was crying. He had no pity for her now. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back.
And waited.

It was eternity before he felt a slight breath upon him. Her hands roughly freed him from his pants, his erection was beating now. She placed a slight kiss on his dick and he moaned softly. "Yes," she heard him whisper, "yes Alice." He had been abstaining from any intimate contact for quite some time, all for her. Any touch in so long felt like Paradise. He helped her slide his pants off and settled back into the chair.

Another kiss. This was bliss. She reluctantly took the tip of his erection in her mouth, sucking it softly. Her tongue darted around the hole, lapping away any pre-come. His eyes rolled around in his head as she worked, and suddenly he couldn't take it any longer. His hands grasped her head, and he pushed himself into her mouth, his dick gagging her. He pumped in and out, groaning under the feel of her tongue massaging him as he continued to thrust. He gently commanded her to suck hard, his hands let go of her head, allowing her to work her way up and down his shaft. Her pace teased him: the quick rhythm brought him close to the edge, and it was always near climax that she chose to slow down. His hands curled into fists, her mouth closed tightly around him, working up and down, up and down. He wanted to come in her mouth. He wanted to watch her swallow him. He wanted his seed to splash onto her tongue and then spill down her throat in a slow stream. He wanted her to taste him.
He was sweating, his hands were at her shoulders, massaging her, urging her on. "You are more trained in this art than I thought," he purred, and her answer was a slow, pleasurable stroke with her hand.
Finally he could take it no longer and he thrust his hips, his dick going deep into her mouth once again. He heard her stifled moan and chuckled softly. He looked down at her sucking him off, her eyes closed tightly, her mouth red and bright, her hair tussled, her cheeks flushed. That annoying blue dress covering her body. Every now and then she would take her mouth off of him and run her tongue up and down his organ. Her hands groped at his balls, tugging gently, increasing his pleasure. She kissed the inside of his thighs, his balls, teasing him. She planted teasing kisses all over his erection until he begged her to take it in her sweet mouth again and suck it hard.

As he neared climax he harshly commanded that this time she not slow down and as he came he held her head with his hands and pushed himself as far into her as he could. He felt her lips graze his balls and the feeling was incredible. The tip of his dick touched the back of her throat as he spilled into her. She moaned under the sudden shock of his climax but this only vibrated against his dick, massaging him. She had no other choice but to swallow, and he took great pleasure in watching her throat contract and take down his come.
He pulled out of her and relaxed on the chair, panting a bit. She stayed on the floor between his legs and leaned against the chair, gasping for air. Her hair was tussled and her cheeks bright. He smiled at her sudden absence of sophistication.

"My little Alice," he mused, running a few fingers through her hair, "you're so good to me."

She didn't answer him, or even turn to look at him. Normally this would have angered him, but he was feeling lazy and took no notice. What was he going to do with her? He couldn't keep drugging her tea, that was for sure. It was going to take time to earn her trust and complete submission and he was impatient. And that smart little mouth. What she needed was a good lesson in obedience. He smiled at the thought. And there was always the reward he had promised her. He had always dreamed of this, of having her. He felt a stirring in his groin. He bent down and kissed the top of her head.
He moved off the chair to the ground and kneeled in front of her. He had not covered himself and she could see his penis, partially erect and red. He stared at her eyes, quite pleased to catch her looking at his crotch. \\

He wanted to kiss her terribly.

He had not kissed her lips once since their trip to Wonderland.
But she must be tired.
And he had work to attend to in Wonderland.
That damned Cheshire Cat was becoming a big nuisance in his realm.

He promised himself that kiss later, if he could wait.

He stood up, dressed himself and offered her his hand.

Alice stared into his eyes, flustered, unsure of what was going to happen her.
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Well what happens next? I have no idea! Well I have a few. Hmmm.
Hope you enjoyed the fanfic! ~Inamorati