Wonder Land
Alexis Rey
Publication date: July 1st 2023
Genres: Adult, Romance
“ALICE FALLS DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE
She was told she’ll be called Alice. She was told he will meet her there. She wasn’t told much else, but she knows it will be a singular experience she won’t soon forget.
Wonderland. Where she will discover things about herself she both always knew and didn’t believe existed.
Except it doesn’t turn out to be a singular experience, as the call of Wonderland lures Alice back again and again, and her mysterious stranger shows her more and more hidden recesses of her fantasy self. Every time she sees him, he ups the ante and wants more of her, while keeping himself shrouded in mystery.
But soon, lines between fantasy and reality, home and Wonderland, begin to get blurred as two very real vulnerable people find themselves entrenched in each other more than they think they should be.
How far will Alice and her Dom go to prove themselves to each other?”
**Wonder Land is a box set of chronological novellas**
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Excerpt:
They told me there was no dress code, and I
could wear whatever I wanted, but I didn’t believe them. Whatever I wanted? If
I wore whatever I wanted, I’d put on sweats and big socks, and not show up at
all. So, I made a trip to Bordelle with my crying credit card, and bought an
outfit I wouldn’t normally wear in a million years. A shelf-bra of a dark plum
color that pushed my breasts up but didn’t cover the nipples, a garter with big
gold rings connecting to thigh straps, stockings with a back seam and a flirty
ribbon at the top.
I arrived at the appointed time, and a
neutral-faced blonde woman at the desk smiled at me silently and gave me a key.
The room it opened, halfway down a long silent softly lit hallway, was chilly,
and except for a flickering candle on the table in the corner, dark. I shut the
door behind me and looked around.
A plush antique sofa stood in the middle,
and across from it was a standing mirror with an ornate gilded frame.
It told me I looked nothing like myself.
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do
now. I was starting to shiver, whether with cold or anxiety, I didn’t know. To
calm myself, I sat on the plush sofa.
And waited.
And the longer I waited, the more thoughts
and doubts swirled in my head. What was I doing here? Why did I come here? What
was I looking for? This was bizarre. This was what you read about. How did I
end up here? I was a strong independent feminist, why was I here, to meet a man
I don’t know who’s going to do …what to me? From the outside, it seemed
positively absurd.
The waiting was messing with my mind and my
resolve. I very nearly got up to leave.
Then, I heard footsteps behind me and
froze, heart going wild.
No turning back now.
The footsteps stopped, and a husky voice
said, “Waiting for your Dominant sitting on the sofa with your legs crossed?”
He came around to face me. “This just won’t do.”
I glanced at him as he came into my field
of vision. He was not very tall or very large, but his presence unmistakably
took over the room, like he was absorbing all the air in the atmosphere and
pulling all objects towards him with a magnetic force. He wore a black button
down shirt and low slung jeans with a belt. The rolled up cuffs of his shirt
showed off strong wrists and sinewy veined forearms.
My gaze lingered on the heavy metal buckle
of his belt. It looked vaguely threatening.
He stood in front of me, arms crossed,
looking at me expectantly.
“I’m sorry,” I said, uncrossing my legs and
scooting to the edge of the sofa. The plush velvet material skimmed the bare
skin at the back of my thighs and buttocks. I kept my knees deliberately a fist
width apart, as I’d just learned he didn’t like my legs crossed.
He smirked down at me, his arms still
crossed over his chest.
“First time?” he asked.
“Obviously,” I said before I could stop
myself. The word was out, and I instantly knew it was a mistake by the way he
rocked back on his heels and furrowed his brow. He looked dangerous. A chill of
real fear snaked its way down my back.
But he just said mildly, “Correct your
attitude, or I will correct it for you.”
This mild, almost chiding, tone was
incongruous with the stern words, and he didn’t have to tell me exactly how he
would correct it for me to know it wouldn’t be enjoyable. I shivered. This
seemed to please him, if his one-sided smile was anything to go by.
“Stand up,” he said, just as mildly, “and
face the sofa.” His expression allowed no dissent. I obeyed. He walked around
me and sat down.
I swallowed. “Are we starting?” I said.
He gave a low chuckle. “Oh, sweetheart,” he
said, relaxing on the sofa, his arm swung over the back. “We started before you
ever walked into this room. We started before you got dressed to come here,
before you went shopping for that gorgeous thing you’re wearing that I’m going
to destroy later. We started as soon as you thought about tonight, about me,
even though you didn’t know me. We started as soon as you knew you wanted to be
in front of man telling you what he wanted from you and to do exactly what he
said. We started because even then, I was already in your mind, taking over
your thoughts.”
He fell silent. A fine tremor took over my
body upon hearing those words, said in that calm voice that wasn’t loud
exactly, but the cadence of which insinuated itself into my brain to the point
where it was the only sound I was aware of.
“Now,” he said, leaning forward. “Kneel.”
Author Bio:
As a spice reader and a spice lover, Alexis long ago decided the real world wasn't worth the stress. She would prefer to live in a more exciting, spicier place. Hence, she became a writer and travels to various spicy worlds every day.
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