Page 53 of Locked in Wonderland

My hands were still behind my back.

Apparently, I really was a good boy.

Who knew?

Nico gave me one last slow lick from base to tip before sitting back on his heels.

I’d expected to feel better. But while I couldn’t deny that he’d taken the edge off, my cock showed no signs whatsoever of softening.

As if reading my thoughts, Nico laughed and flicked the tip. “That beauty isn’t going down all night.”

“No?”

He rose to his feet, shaking his head. The prominent bulge straining his trousers suggested I wasn’t the only one who’d enjoyed the experience.

“Luckily,” he said, “I’m nowhere near done with you.” He headed down the corridor, glancing back over his shoulder. “Come on. I’ll show you my special room.”

“Special room?”

I didn’t bother fastening my jeans. I simply dragged them high enough to avoid tripping and followed him.

Rather than answer, he threw the door wide open and gestured me through. I steeled myself before stepping inside, my imagination conjuring up all kinds of possibilities involving whips, chains, and other intimidating equipment.

Instead, the room was almost empty, save for a large black couch at its center.

Then I noticed the walls.

Or rather, that the mirrors covered every surface, so they couldn’t be seen, leaving countless versions of myself staring back from every direction.

“What do you think?” Nico asked.

“I think…” I shook my head, trying unsuccessfully to clear the haze from my thoughts. “I think you must really enjoy looking at yourself.”

“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.”

“I guess.”

If Wonderland had taught me anything, it was that my sex life before arriving here had been remarkably vanilla. No handcuffs. No blindfolds. No anonymous encounters in the pitch-black. No sex tapes. No chemically enhanced hookups. And definitely no mirrored rooms that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“Take your clothes off while I get some stuff.”

“Stuff?”

But Nico was already gone.

That left me with something of a quandary: obey him or rebel purely for the sake of it. The insistent throbbing of my cock, already begging for another orgasm, made my decision easy.

I had a problem entirely of my own making, and Nico seemed more than willing to help solve it. Refusing out of stubbornness would be akin to cutting off my nose to spite my face.

Besides, mirrors I could handle. They were infinitely preferable to the things I’d imagined. Unless, of course, the mysterious “stuff” turned out to be something kinky. Like the ball gag Nico had mentioned earlier. Then I might be in trouble.

Unfortunately, I didn’t consider that possibility until after I’d stripped, my clothes left scattered where they’d fallen. Now, I stood naked, my toes sinking into the deep pile of the carpet.

Nico wasn’t gone long. When he returned, he was carrying a large bottle. “Lube,” he said, holding it up.

He was also naked. My gaze immediately dropped to his sizeable erection, the mirrors multiplying it into a dozen different versions.

“Are we going to…?”