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

they all take off their own clothes, their masculinity hard and straining to plunge inside her?
    A tremor built inside her loins. A hunger. A need.
    Alice toyed with her opening, moving the vibrator around and around, but never really touching the place she wanted to touch most. Her nether lips glistened, her juices flowing in abundance, and when she finally nudged the rabbit between her folds, her need was so immediate she made a keening noise deep in the back of her throat. It filled her so completely, so utterly, and she felt the rotating beads undulate and brush against her G-spot with each gyration. Alice watched, shuddering, as she stretched open to accommodate the rabbit’s full length, imagining it wasn’t a sex toy, but instead a lover ravenous to satisfy her.
    “Oh, yes,” she said to her fantasy man. “Yes. Harder.”
    One stroke, then another, and Alice’s legs were already trembling.
    “Do it harder. Just like that.”
    Alice met her own thrusts, finding the rhythm she liked. She wanted so badly for this to be real, and not plastic and batteries. To be giving a man as much pleasure as she was receiving.
    Then her hips started bucking, and she slid off the bed.
    “Oh, heavens!” Alice exclaimed. Embarrassed, she glanced around, even though she knew no one but the kitties were watching.
    Hmm. She eyed herself in the mirror, sitting on the floor, legs splayed and rabbit still buried inside. A dirty, wicked thought entered Alice’s head: What would it be like if someone really was watching her? Watching everything she was doing to herself?
    Alice withdrew the device and climbed to her feet, the idea spinning through her mind and causing the excitement already thrumming within her to ripple over her skin. “If someone was watching me through the mirror, what would he like to see?” she asked no one in particular. “Would he like to see me do this?”
    Alice leaned forward, letting her breasts sway in front of her, nipples lurid and inviting. She spread her legs wide and slipped the vibrator into her slick slot, angling from behind.
    “Oh, yes. If someone was watching me through the looking glass, he would like this,” Alice said, even though she really couldn’t know. But Alice knew that she liked it, and when in the act of pleasuring oneself, that was the only thing that mattered.
    “Would you like to see me come?” she asked the mirror.
    She flipped the switch and the rabbit sprang to life (not literally, although that was not out of Alice’s realm of imagination). The hum electrified her, and for a few minutes, it was all she could do to keep her balance. But as she recovered, she began to move the device, pulling it out to her outer lips, then sinking it deep into her pleasure cave.
    Out. In. Out. In.
    Every time she went deep, the rabbit’s “ears” touched her most sensitive place, and every time they touched, she let out a little yip. The pressure built within her, bringing her close to what she wanted, close to the edge. Her hips started to thrust. Her breasts started to buck and swing. They swung faster and faster—
    —and she spilled forward and fell through the looking glass.
    Though she hardly knew how she had gotten there, Alice landed on her hands and knees on the cushy throw rug in the mirror image of her room.
    “Oh my, that was athletic,” said a male voice.
    “Quite so,” said another. “And she’s such a hottie.”
    “My word, is that kind of position even allowed?” queried a woman.
    “I’m sure it isn’t. I’ll consult my book,” said another woman in an authoritative voice that sounded as if she was scolding while looking down her nose.
    Alice shook her head, trying to clear it, then she sat on her bare bottom and turned to face the voices. She was unsure of where she was, or how she’d gotten there, or who they were, but the thought that they’d been watching gave Alice a terrible thrill. The rabbit had somehow slipped out of her, leaving Alice throbbing with unresolved need.
    But with all of these people in the room, Alice secretly hoped she wouldn’t need the rabbit anymore.
    Two men sat at a small table in front of the mirror, staring at her, one wearing a red bathrobe and one dressed in white. Both were handsome and older, maybe even as ancient as their (gasp)
forties or fifties
, and both wore crowns on their slightly salt-and-pepper heads. A woman stood near them dressed in a white lace bra, garter belt, stockings and heels, her knees apart