Fifty Shades of Alice Through the Looking Glass (Second Book of the 50 Shades of Alice Trilogy)

desperate to somehow convince Gnat to enter her.
    “Very.”
    Alice wiggled in frustration. “But I’m bound. I can’t touch you, or give you any pleasure.”
    “I’m getting pleasure from teasing you, Alice.”
    He roughly entered her with two fingers, making Alice scream in a combination of shock and joy. Gnat began to move them in and out, faster and faster, until Alice was about to be overtaken by a gigantic—
    “No!” she cried when he removed his fingers again. “Please! I beg you!”
    “Begging is a turn on,” Gnat said.
    Alice tried to undulate closer, to get Gnat to touch her again. If only she could rub up against his knee. Or his wrist. She only needed a little bit more…
    “I’ll give you anything,” Alice begged.
    “It will all be worth it. Trust me. I’ve been to the HDO.”
    Gnat traced his finger around her nipples, flicking them through the blouse, making Alice wish he’d taken off her clothes.
    “What are you talking about?” she asked, squirming uncomfortably. “What is the HDO?”
    “When people offend the Red Queen, they are taken to the Hall of Denied Orgasms. It is run by a close friend of mine, the Knight. His job is to pleasure the men and women who are held captive there, taking them to the brink of orgasm without letting them come. He can do this for hours. Or, if the offense is severe enough, for days.”
    “It sounds dreadful,” Alice said, clenching her teeth as Gnat squeezed a nipple. She wondered if she hadn’t taken the wrong fork in the road, and was actually in Dreadful Famine Disease Povertyland. Being helplessly teased for hours, or days, without orgasm was more than Alice could bear to think about, especially when she was so close to coming right then.
    “It isn’t dreadful, Alice. It’s beautiful. All of those writhing, begging people, so desperate to be allowed release. Instead, they are brought to the brink, over and over, using all manner of dastardly technology.”
    Gnat moved his hand between Alice’s legs again, and was stroking her so lightly she knew she’d go insane.
    “Technology?” she grunted.
    “Sex machines, Alice. Intricately designed to stimulate for extended periods of time.”
    Alice began to weep. “How can you get turned on, being so cruel?”
    Gnat appeared thoughtful. “Everyone gets turned on by different things, I suppose. For example, Alice, some women get aroused by giving oral sex. Does that excite you?” Gnat moved his face next to hers, his breath hot on her ear. “Taking a man in your mouth?”
    Alice blushed, and thinking about it made her loins burn. “Oh… actually… yes.”
    Again he moved his hands away, now drumming his fingers on her bound inner thigh.
    “But why, Alice? What do you get out of that experience?”
    Alice was finding it hard to speak. She was too focused on Gnat’s hands.
    “Pay attention, Alice. Why do you like giving men head?” He took his hands away, and stared down at her with his arms folded over his chest.
    “Oh, please, Gnat…”
    “Answer the question.”
    What was the question? Something about why she liked to take men in her mouth?
    “I’m… not sure, really,” Alice said. “I like hearing the sounds the man makes. I like him wanting me badly.”
    “You like being in control of his pleasure.”
    “Yes.”
    “That arouses you?”
    Alice nodded.
    “And women?”
    “Women?” echoed Alice.
    “I was buzzing around the garden earlier and saw you with those flowers. Did you like to lick them for the same reason? Did you enjoy the way they responded? The way you controlled their pleasure?”
    Alice thought about the response she’d gotten from Daisy and Rose. “Yes… I did.”
    “And it arouses me to do things to you while you’re tied up and helpless. Things like… this.”
    Gnat lowered his head between her legs, his unshaven cheeks pressing against her bare, quivering flesh. She felt his mouth press against her folds, his tongue slipping inside, and the pleasure was as strong as an electric shock.
    “Oh, yes, Gnat. Yes…”
    But Gnat didn’t lick. Didn’t stroke. Didn’t move. Alice tried to push against him, but his hand gripped her tied thighs too tightly, preventing any movement on her part.
    “Please, Gnat. Oh, please.”
    He stayed still.
    “Gnat!”
    Not the slightest movement. Just heat and pressure, so terrible Alice felt ready to burst.
    “Lick me!” Alice shook her head back and forth. “Gnat! Lick me!”
    He didn’t.
    Alice didn’t