“Derik?” I blinked again. “You’re Master Hatter?”
“Yes. Are you disappointed?”
“No,” I said. And I wasn’t disappointed.
“You know Spanish?”
“And French, and German.”
“Really?”
“Yes, Allison.”
“But—”
“You needed to know the truth before we went any further,” he said.
“But we’re in Zaden’s apartment.”
“Zaden and I are old college friends, and business partners.”
“That was you in the alley?”
“Yes. I borrowed Zaden’s bike.”
“And that was you in the club?”
“Yes.”
“You’re the S. in Q. and S. industries?”
“Quinn and Sails,” he said.
“So you played me all along.”
“I’ve wanted you from the first moment we met. I knew you wanted the Wonderland story, and I need to find out who’s fucking up things for my club. I called Zaden in to help me investigate, and your involvement was a bonus.”
“So you suspect Mr. White, don’t you?”
“Mr. White?”
“Oh, sorry, I mean Stephan Salinger. That’s way you sent me to the pharmaceutical business meeting.”
“I do suspect him. And if he’s drugging women, he needs to be caught and sent to jail.”
“He was with the woman in red at Wonderland.”
“I know.”
“Have you checked the security cameras?”
“Yes, and I’ve even added more cameras, but he’s a slick one. I’m very careful who I let into Wonderland. And we are an exclusive club, but sometimes people slip through the cracks.”
“So the moving around Seattle?”
“Just another well placed rumor. Quinn and I own three more buildings, so Wonderland ‘moves’ between them. Our members are to keep the secret of the location from new comers to add to the mystery, but in reality, Wonderland consists of four warehouses that never actually move. We only change locations on a monthly basis.”
“So we need to trap Mr. White.”
Derik chuckled. His hard cock, not taking a rest during our little disclosure session, brushed the back of my thigh. “Little Alice, do you want to continue our journey through Wonderland?”
“I want to catch that bastard!” I smiled. “And yes. I want to continue, Master.”
Derik grabbed my hips, pulled them up in one strong tug, and plunged himself into my pussy without any hesitation. He groaned. I yanked at the restraints, and watched as he pulled my body into his. His muscles flexing, his gorgeous ass pumping, and him working me like the Master I needed.
“More?” he asked.
“Oh, yes…”
He fucked me hard, pounding into my wet cunt, slapping my ass until it tingled, then spit on his fingers and rubbed my pucker. When his finger pressed into my ass, I moaned, fucking him back, ass clinching, pussy quivering around his stiff shaft. He pulled in and out of my body, switching up from penetrating my pussy with is cock to invading my ass with it.
“Come, Allison,” he demanded and plummeted three fingers into my pussy while he pressed balls deep into my anus.
I came so hard, I cried, screamed, and shook all at the same time, the Master never taking mercy as I climaxed again, and again.
“Oh, God,” I said quivering. Derik kissed the side of my neck. When he freed his fingers, my pussy felt like fire, but in a good way. And my ass kissed him goodbye, sorry to see him go. I glanced down to see his erection still intact. Large and in charge. Sweat trickling down his well defined pectorals. “But you haven’t come yet.”
Derik untied my hands. “My sweet little Alice, I’m not near finished.” He inclined his head to the swinging chair in the corner, his sandy-brown hair falling over one eye.
All I could do was smile.
Epilogue
With myself as bait, along with Derik and Zaden’s well placed mini cameras, we caught Mr. White or should I say, Stephan Salinger. His accomplice in the club turned out to be Chester, the naked, neon painted, hookah smoking dude. They were charged with six counts of assault and battery. Stephan lost his high powered job in the pharmaceutical industry, vowing vengeance if he ever got out of jail. I got my story, kept Derik’s identity out of things, and Zaden took over as the new Master of Wonderland with Nina at his side. However, I suppose besides the story of the year, I did gain a little more along the way by being tied up in Wonderland.
“So Allison, what’s next?” Dwayne asked. “You got any good leads?”
“Well, I have heard a few rumors regarding a possible black market for mail order brides.”
Dwayne perked up. “Yeah? Can you trust the source?”
“I’m not sure yet.”
“Keep me informed,” he said.
“What else do we got, people?” our fearless editor and chief asked.
Jeff was still insistent there was something to his internet scam story. Erica had moved on from her yogurt idea to the newest craze in exercise, Zumba. And Derik, being Derik, made a smart ass remark that caused Erica to present her fabulous pout.
When the meeting was over, we all scattered like leafs in the wind.
“Black market mail order brides?” Derik asked as he entered my cubicle behind me.
“Yeah.”
“You will definitely need back-up, Allison.”
I strummed my fingertip down his tie, tugged at it. “Definitely,” I said then kissed him.
The End
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