The Pleasure Room (24 page)

Alistair stood in the entryway of the den, watching Felicity work on her laptop. He smiled as he looked at the intensity and curiosity in her eyes as they scanned over the pages of what he could see were erotic sites. Even more pleasing to his eyes was the fact that she was naked. How wonderful it was that she followed his commands so willingly. He was happy that she enjoyed the lifestyle he was introducing her to. Of course, he wondered if living with him would be something she'd want to consider. Would she still want to be with him long after their contract had ended? He couldn't deny the feelings he had for her. Oh, he tried. Tried like hell to brush them away, but they came back with every laugh. Every moan. Every joke she said and with every caress of her hand. He was bewitched and didn't quite know how to tread these uncharted waters.

One day at a time, Alistair,
he said to himself as he stealthy walked up behind her. He had three bags in his hand, an outfit he wanted her to wear that he'd never given any of his others subs, mainly because he never took them out of the boundaries of his Pleasure Room and into his personal life. But tonight would be different. Tonight he would let Felicity in a little and hope it didn't backfire. He looked at the screen, seeing the words “watersports”  as the header.

“My, my, Felicity,” he started and she screamed, nearly jumping off the cushions.

“Jesus, you scared the hell out of me!” she exclaimed.

“I see you were quite engaged in what you were looking at. Didn’t even hear me enter.”

“No, Alistair, I didn't. Were you trying to sneak up on me, sir?” Felicity asked playfully.

Alistair smirked, his dimple making another lovely appearance. “Maybe I was. So happy it worked.”

“Well, I'm not, you damn near gave me a heart attack, sir,” Felicity said.

“Watersports? I would have never guess that would be something you were interested in,” Alistair said, one eyebrow raised inquisitively.

“I'm not,” Felicity replied. “But I was searching for more ideas to get into with the whole BDSM scene and came across that. I was curious.”

“Hmm, I see.” Alistair came around the sofa and sat down beside her. He put the bags on the floor beside his legs away from Felicity's prying eyes.

“So, I know you've been a Dom for a while now and you're all about liberating...”

“Do you have a point you're trying to get to?” Alistair asked as his gaze wondered approvingly over her body.

“Have you ever, you know... did the whole watersport thing, sir?” Felicity asked.

Alistair smiled. “There have been times when my subs required humiliation stimulation. A certain level of degradation and as their Dom, I made sure they were taken care of. That they didn't exceed what they couldn't handle.”

“I don't want to do that, sir,” Felicity said.

“I didn't think you would. Most of my subs don't.”

Felicity thought about some of the other things she seen online. Stuff she couldn't believe people did. She wanted to know. “Have you ever done some of that other stuff? You know when they want you to--”

Alistair held his hand up, cutting her off. “As experienced a Dom that I am, there are some things that exceed even my skill set. As I said before: I don't judge... but I do refer.” He gave a little chuckle at that.

Felicity was relieved to know that he wasn't completely “liberating” in all things. She put her laptop aside and climbed onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“So, what are we going to do tonight, sir?” she asked seductively. She leaned forward, kissing both sides of his neck, his cheeks then her mouth found his, their tongues intertwining as they kissed.

Alistair stroked his fingers down the sides of her torso to her hips then he reached back, grabbing handfuls of her ass and she moaned. He broke the kiss, planting two soft pecks on her lips before speaking. “Tonight, I'm taking you someplace special. I almost regret having to have you put garments on this exquisite frame, but I do have an event I need to attend and I'd like you to accompany me.”

Felicity was shocked by his proposal, her mouth dropping open. Alistair leaned forward, locking his lips to hers and kissing deeply. The entire time they explored each other's mouths, she reveled in the fact that he wanted to take her out. Introduce her as his “date” or would he call her his “girlfriend”? She just didn't know but couldn't wait to find out. He pulled away and began planting soft kisses along the length of her neck. She held her head back, enjoying the feeling of his lips on her. She could feel his cock stirring, growing thicker and harder beneath the expensive fabric of his pants. Felicity began to grind her hips over his crotch, rubbing her exposed vagina against his clothed penis. Alistair shuddered, a moan escaping as the sensation rocketed through his loins.

“Ahhhh, you're very naughty right now,” Alistair whispered, head dipping down to suck at her breast.

“Maybe I need to be punished, sir?” Felicity implored.

“That's just what I had in mind,” Alistair said, tossing her on the sofa and climbing on top of her. He planted desperate little kisses between her breasts and along her stomach as he made his way further down. Felicity arched on the cushions, fingers entangled in his hair as his tongue lapped at her pussy with an insatiable hunger. He sucked and licked, nibbled  and moaned until she was thrashing against him, screaming his name. Felicity rocked beneath him, her thigh quaking against his cheeks as his mouth remained fastened to her, bringing her closer to the brink. Time seemed to stand still as he pushed her over the edge, shattering her into a thousand pieces as he rode her through her orgasm, savoring her very essence as it flowed into him. His own erection raging and aching for release. He reached between his legs, undoing his zipper and freeing himself. He began to stroke his cock as Felicity peaked for a second time. When she finally came down, he lifted his face and kissed his way up her stomach back to her lips, sharing the exquisite taste of her body.

“Fuck me, Alistair. Take me!” Felicity panted when she was finally free to speak.

Hard, leaking and more than ready, Alistair wasted no time driving himself into her. His body trembled as he slid deep inside her tight wetness. He pulled back, holding still, prolonging the need to take her again. When neither of them could deny their passion any longer, he pushed forward, burying himself deep within.  His pace quickened as he rocked inside her, quaking with each thrust as the  rhythmic motion of his hips delighted her in all the right places. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she pulled him closer and Alistair buried his face in her neck, inhaling her heady scent. He fucked her steadily, groaning as she flexed around him, milking his cock with each thrust.

“Oh Fuck, Felicity!” he gasped. “You're driving me crazy.”

“Cum inside me, Alistair. I want to feel you exploding inside me,” she panted as she locked her legs around his waist.

“Cum with me,” he said between gritted teeth. The sensation so intense he could hold on no longer and neither could she. One shudder, two and he stiffened and roared as he came, filling Felicity as she pulsed around him, lost to her own climax.

He collapsed on top of her, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. They lay there on the sofa, relaxed in each other's arms; a peaceful silence between them for what seemed like an eternity until finally, Alistair broke the silence.

“We really should get ready,” he said, regretfully.

“Is this a formal affair, sir?” Felicity asked.

“Yes, and for tonight only, I give you permission to speak freely,” Alistair said. He couldn't very well have her calling him “sir” all night, not where they were going.

“I hope I don't slip up,” she said with a giggle.

“If you do, I'll have to punish you.” He slapped her thigh lightly.

She laughed. “I think I might have something to wear,” she said after her laughter faded.

“No need to worry. I have something I want you to wear. It's in those bags.” Alistair gestured to the three bags on the floor.

Felicity sat up and looked at them. She couldn't help herself, she had to know what was inside. She scooted over to the bags and picked them up.

“Wait,” Alistair ordered and she stopped. “We bathe first, then you see what's in the bags.”

“Awwww, I want to see now,” Felicity pouted.

“Should I count that as an infraction for later?”

“You said I could speak freely tonight,” she reminded.

“I didn't say you could disobey orders, though, did I?”

Felicity thought about it. “No, I guess you didn't.”

“Now, off you go, shower.”

“Want to join me?”

Alistair looked at her, his gaze raked over her longingly and he knew what would happen if they showered together. “Sure, why not. But we need to be quick about it.”

“I'm sure we could manage that.” Felicity took the bags and walked up to Alistair's master bedroom with him following behind her.

~*~

Felicity stood in front of the bags she had on the bed and removed a large silver box from one of them. Alistair walked up behind her, encircling his arms around her waist. He kissed the nape of her neck, then her shoulder.

“I hope you like it,” he said against her skin.

“I know I will.” She opened the box, pulled back the glittery tissue paper and gasped. “Oh my God, it's beautiful!”

“I can't wait to see you in it,” Alistair whispered seductively into her ear, then he planted a soft kiss on the outer shell.

“I love it.” Felicity reached into the box, feeling the softness of the silk fabric between her fingers. She lifted the long, flowing, emerald-green evening gown out of the box, taking a good look at the design. A deep V-cut trim in front with a generous split up the side sure to expose her left thigh, no doubt to Alistair's liking.  “We must be going somewhere pretty fancy tonight.”

Alistair stepped away from her, walking to his own amply stocked closet. “It's a charity fundraiser event. I'm throwing it for children's cancer research.” He opened his closet door and removed the tuxedo that was hanging on the hook.

Felicity peeked at him from around the dress she was still holding. Just seeing him standing there naked made her want to forgo the night festivities and get back in bed with him. Even their little tryst in the shower wasn't enough to scratch that itch. Then again, she did feel quite sated once it was over, but looking at that dress and him, now slipping on a pair of silk boxer-briefs over his firm, muscular ass was rekindling her lust. Her eyes watched as he slipped his cock and balls into the front pouch of his underwear.  

He turned to Felicity. “Are you just going to stand there drooling over my body or are you going to get dressed?” he asked, with a half smile.

“I wasn't drooling, just admiring,” she said, smiling slyly. “Besides, I have to curl my hair.”

“Will that take long?” Alistair asked as he applied lotion to his body.

“Not the way I do it. Besides, that super powered blow dryer of yours took care of half the job,”  Felicity said. “I already have my curlers heating up.”

She sat on the bed and put on the black, lace bra, panties and stockings. She unzipped the dress and slipped it on.

Alistair pulled on his pants, zipped and buttoned them, then he walked over to her. “Let me.”

Felicity turned around, revealing her back and Alistair zipped her up.

“Fits perfectly,” he said, pleased.

“Feels wonderful against my skin,” Felicity said, running her hands along the material.

Alistair continue to get dressed. “I'm glad you like it.” He buttoned the last button on his shirt then picked up his diamond cufflinks.

“I love it,” Felicity said. She watched him concentrating on slipping the cufflink through the holes. “Here, let me help.” She came over to him, taking over.

Alistair watched intently as Felicity fastened his cufflinks. First one, than the other. Just having her that close to him, he could feel the energy between them. Their chemistry was electric and all consuming. Thoughts of her flooded his mind daily. Her smile and the way her eyes would light up when she looked at him. The sound of her laughter when one of his jokes tickled her the right way. The look on her face when she gave herself to him, trusted him and the ecstasy they shared in each other's embrace... all of it nearly devoured him whole. He wondered if she felt it too? Did she know just how much of his heart she'd already stolen? Could she possibly fathom what it meant for him to want her so passionately? He, who had vowed never to fall in love with one of his subs, but only to enlighten them and send them on their way. But this one, this brunette beauty had somehow done the impossible. She made him desire her beyond all reason. He had to have her. If he wanted to prove his intentions, he was going to have to take their relationship out of the bedroom and into the public. When the time came to tell her how he felt, he wanted her to know it was real. That what they had was real.

“Okay,” Felicity said, stepping back. “Damn, you look so fucking gorgeous.”

Alistair smirked. “That foul mouth of yours really should be around my cock, but we can't afford any more... diversions.”

“Hey, you accosted me in the shower.” Felicity pointed an accusatory finger at him and he laughed.