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Good.
He’d fuckingbetter.
Still studying me, he leaned back in his chair, tenting his fingers while pursing his lips. Maybe he was thinking about revoking my privileges. Maybe he wanted his slutty little bunny to crawl across the floor and into his lap instead of going out to play with her new friend.
“If anyone in the club gives you trouble, you only need to say my name, and I’ll deal with it.”
“I thought I wasn’t supposed to say your name, my king.”
The look on his face told me this pleased him immensely.
“If you have to say my name, then I’ll know it’s for a good reason. Don’t abuse this privilege, Alice.”
“I won’t. I promise, my king,” I obediently replied. “I’ll be back in time for dinner.”
“See that you are,” he said, and went back to his work.
Caramel was waiting for me as soon as I opened the door.
"Looking good, Blondie,” she purred, her voice honey-sweet and dripping with seduction. She was a vision in her own right—long legs encased in fishnet stockings, soft waves of caramel-colored hair cascading down her back, and a tight black latex dress that hugged her every curve. Her matching black latex bunny mask obscured her face just enough to grant an air of mystery.
"Thanks," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the heat rising to my cheeks. I was glad for my own bunny mask to hide my embarrassment as we went down to the casino. I couldn't deny the thrill of wearing such provocative clothes in front of so many people, but part of me still felt vulnerable under their gazes.
The guests knew better than to hound Ransom’s bunnies for insider tips on the next bondage game. It didn’t stop them from sending us a free round of drinks. I don’t know what the bartender handed us, but it was pink and delicious.
"Come on," Caramel beckoned after we finished our drinks. Her fingers grazed along my bare, un-cuffed wrist with tantalizing lightness. "There's so much more to see."
I hesitated, glancing over my shoulder for any sign of the Tweedles. Ransom hadn’t granted me this level of freedom easily. I’d had to work really, really hard for it. Would he be okay with me poking around deeper into his dark, demonic domain?
On the other hand, the curious urge to find out where he’d hidden the Vorpal Sword tugged at me relentlessly. It was the same curiosity that led me to follow Winston, the White Rabbit, into Wonderland to begin with. I’d been living in this dream for so long that I felt like I belonged here.
It felt like home to me.
I bit back a laugh, recalling the mansion in Malibu that I’d traded for a cage that belonged to a mafia devil-daddy.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” said Caramel, her voice barely above a whisper. With that, she led me into the unknown.
As we ventured deeper into the heart of the club, the sultry atmosphere grew more intense. The sounds of moans and the scent of desire filled the air, mixing with the intoxicating allure of power that seemed to emanate from every corner.
I peered through a set of doors left ajar to see a woman bound with rope and hanging from chains attached to the ceiling, while another woman ate her pussy.
Another room was nothing but naked male bodies rolling around a cushioned floor, fucking and sucking and thrusting and coming like one giant living entity. My pussy clenched as I imagined diving into that pile of man meat and being devoured.
I couldn't help but be drawn into this world of darkness and pleasure, my senses heightened with each new sight and sound that I experienced.
"Enjoying yourself?" Caramel asked, her voice coy as she leaned in close, her breath warm against my ear.
"More than I thought I would," I admitted, surprised by my own honesty. This place, these people—they were unlike anything I’d ever known, and yet I found myself eager to explore it all.
"Good," she replied, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “That’s the entire reason The Rabbit Hole exists."
As we continued our exploration, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was so much more to discover, not just about the sex club, but about myself as well. With Ransom as my guide and mentor, maybe I could unlock the secrets that lay hidden within me and actually find the strength to save Wonderland from the clutches of the Red Queen.
For now, though, I allowed myself to be swept up in the dark enchantment of the Rabbit Hole, ready to embrace whatever twisted fate awaited me.
Caramel led me further into the depths of the club, the dimly lit hallways casting eerie shadows on the walls. I couldn't help but shiver as we ventured deeper, the air thick with anticipation and the whispers of untold secrets.
“Stay close, Blondie," Caramel warned. "These halls can be quite... disorienting."
