Page 88 of Locked in Wonderland

My footsteps were silent as I made my way there. He’d switched off all the lights, so the only illumination came from the flicker of the television and a small lamp that cast barely any glow. It was enough to see him stretched out on the sofa. The jacket was gone, and his shirt hung open to reveal the sculpted planes of his chest.

For a moment, I simply stood there watching him.

Then I crossed the room before I talked myself out of it, climbed onto the sofa, and straddled him.

His eyes opened immediately. Not asleep then, just dozing.

“Can’t sleep?” Nico asked.

I shook my head, my hands already tracing the masculine contours I’d been admiring from afar. His nipples hardened beneath my touch, and the sight stirred something primal inside me.

“I need a distraction,” I admitted, my voice rough.

“Distraction.“ Amusement threaded through the single word. “You want to use me for sex.” He shifted slightly, linking his hands behind his head as though presenting himself for inspection. “Go on, then.“

It felt like a challenge. I let my fingers wander lower, over the hard ridges of his abdomen until they reached the waistband of his trousers. Then lower still, following the outline of a cock that was still soft.

For now. I could fix that. The only question was how long it would take.

“How far do we get before you tell me you have a boyfriend?“ Nico drawled. “Oh, wait...“

I wasn’t entirely sure whether it was provocation or a test. Whatever his intention, he seemed surprised when I offered no response.

“Are you over him already?” he asked. “Poor Victor. I fear that might put quite the dent in his ego.”

I kissed him partly because I wanted to and partly because it prevented him from making any more smart remarks.

Nico didn’t make it easy. His lack of enthusiasm felt deliberate, forcing me to work twice as hard for every reaction. Revenge maybe for when he’d kissed me earlier in the day and I hadn’t reciprocated. I stayed with it, and when he finally kissed me back, the sense of victory was embarrassingly satisfying.

Shuffling backward, I set about undoing his trousers.

“I don’t know a Victor,” I said. “I knew a man called Warren who never existed.”

“True,” Nico said thoughtfully, as he lifted his hips high enough for me to drag both trousers and underwear down in one go. “I just didn’t expect you to come to terms with it so quickly.”

I wrapped a hand around the base of his cock. He was already half-hard from nothing more than anticipation.

“If I’d come to terms with it, I wouldn’t need a distraction. I’d be asleep.”

“Maybe I’m not prepared to be used as a sleep aid.”

“Shut up.” I slid my lips over his cock before he could continue. I didn’t bother checking his expression, him not stopping me encouragement enough. I didn’t have to suck him for long before he was fully erect. Nico’s cock really was a work of art in that state.

The thought reminded me of something.

“What’s the gallery about?“ I asked, pulling back long enough to give my jaw a rest.

“Punishment.”

I frowned. “What?” Keeping one hand stroking his cock, I watched the subtle signs of pleasure play across his body: the tightening of his stomach, the slight hitch in his breathing.

“Wonderland doesn’t have a prison,” Nico explained. “Instead, it has the gallery. They sentence people to serve a specific amount of time there. Could be weeks. Could be years.”

A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip of his cock. I leaned down and licked it off. “Why don’t they just leave?”

“Because the consequences would be worse.”

“Consequences?”