Fifty Shades of Alice at the Hellfire Club Read Online Free PDF

are completely exhausted. But while your Alice is being forced to orgasm, you shall be allowed none.” Madame Bovary raised an eyebrow. “Which seems fair, considering how many you’ve had during your marriage at the expense of your poor, long suffering wife.”
    Ouch. That hurt. “She… told you that?”
    “She did. It’s the main reason she came to us.”
    “I know I haven’t been a very good lover. But when, when we’re…
together
…”
    “You mean when you’re fucking?”
    Madame Bovary ran the end of the crop up Lewis’s bare thigh, making his erect cock twitch.
    “Yes, well, when we are, Alice enjoys it as much as I do.”
    “Is that what you believe? That all she needs is a kiss on the cheek and thirty seconds of your pathetic thrusting? You think that satisfies her?”
    Lewis felt his face redden.
    “Did you ever ask her if she was happy with your sex life?”
    “We… never talked about it.”
    “She never tried to talk about it with you?”
    Lewis swallowed. He recalled the many times Alice had broached the subject of lovemaking, and he’d always brushed her off. It wasn’t that he didn’t love Alice, or care about her needs. But work was stressful, and he was often tired at the end of the day. Every other part of their relationship was perfect. So, the sex was mediocre. If that was all that was wrong with their marriage, Lewis happily accepted it.
    “I admit I avoided that particular subject,” he said. “But I fail to see how this remedies anything. I have to lay here and listen to my wife have orgasms, while I can’t have any. Is that supposed to even the score?”
    “Alice is a loving, generous, gracious woman. She didn’t come here to even any scores, or punish you for being a poor lover.” Madame Bovary leaned over, slinging her breasts forward, her stiff nipples brushing against Lewis’s neck as she whispered, “Though I may do a bit of punishing of my own accord.”
    The riding crop flicked against Lewis’s stiff rod with a
thwack
, and he cried out.
    “Then why are we here?” Lewis said, somewhat hoarsely.
    “Training. Alice will be trained to come faster, so even your poorest attempts at lovemaking will satisfy her. And you…” Madame Bovary reached down and gripped Lewis’s manhood. She began to pump it vigorously. “You will be trained to last longer.”
    “Uhhhnn,” Lewis answered.
    “Every time you come, Alice must start again from zero.”
    “Say what?”
    “If you ejaculate, Alice will be forced to endure another hundred orgasms.”
    “But… you’re stroking me!”
    “And your hips are bucking, rising to meet my hand. You’re a selfish lover, Lewis. Eager for your own satisfaction while caring not of poor Alice’s needs. But we shall teach you self- control.”
    Lewis squeezed his eyes closed and forced himself to remain still, but Madame Bovary continued to pleasure him. She went from long, languorous strokes to hard, fast ones.
    “Look at how quick you are,” she said. “A drop of your essence has already leaked from your tip.”
    Lewis felt a tongue slowly swirl across his glans, and he shuddered with pleasure.
    “This isn’t fair!”
    “Were all of your marital quickies fair?” Madame Bovary said as she returned to pumping him, the moisture from her mouth lubricating her fist. She had switched her grip so her thumb rubbed under the ridge of his head every time she moved her hand up.
    “No,” Lewis admitted, though it came out more like a moan.
    “Would you like to see what Heathcliff is doing to Alice right now?”
    Lewis did want to see. Alice was now alternating between pants and whimpers, and it turned him on tremendously to see her in the throes of pleasure. But if he were any more turned on, he’d be past the point of no return and spurt all over Madame Bovary’s knuckles.
    “I’d like to see,” Lewis said, “but only if you stop what you’re doing with your hand.”
    “Fair enough.”
    Madame Bovary released Lewis and