The Pleasure Room (32 page)

“Oh please, sir. Please, let me accept your gracious gift of cumming. I want to show you how much it means to me by cumming so hard for you, Alistair,” Felicity begged using what good sense she had left to form logical words.

Alistair laughed. “Well, how could I ever deny you when you begged so lovely. So humble in your submission. You may cum, Felicity. Cum hard for me, beautiful.” He turned the speed all the way up and watched as Felicity screamed in pleasure. Her orgasm continuing on for what seemed like forever as she squirmed against the tower. Juices flowed from her pussy coating the massager as he coaxed the last ripples of her climax from her. Her body began to jerk and spasm in her post-orgasmic state. Alistair let the machine run a few more seconds before turning it off completely.

“What do you say?” he asked her.

It took a moment to catch her breath. “Thank... you... sir,” she said.

“Very good.” He unplugged the wand and began to unlock and unfasten her bindings. “Come with me.” He led the way out of the dungeon back into his office. Felicity's legs felt like jelly and she could hardly stay upright. She struggled to follow him and once inside, she wobbled as she looked at him. “Lock the door.”

Felicity closed the door, locking it then turned back to face him. Alistair stared hard at her, his cock was raging inside his pants and he knew he had to have her. He walked over to Felicity, slipping his hand behind her neck bringing her close for another passionate kiss. When he pulled back, he pushed on her shoulders, bringing her roughly to her knees. Hastily, he undid the button and zipper of his pants, freeing himself. His cock was purple at the swollen tip, long, thick and dripping with need.

“Open your mouth,” he growled.

Felicity obeyed, opening wide for him. He slid his cock between her lips shivering as he did so.

“Ooh, yes,” Alistair moaned. “I'm going to fuck your mouth so hard. Is that what you want?”

Felicity thought about it... she did want that. She nodded. “Mmmhmmm, I waamp haa  siir,” she said, words muffled by his hard flesh.

“Do you want my cum, Felicity?” he asked as he thrust his hips back and forth, pumping his cock in and out.

Felicity nodded. “Yeeaaa siir.”

The thought of shooting in her mouth was bringing him close to explosion. He grabbed handfuls of her long hair, his hips pistoning as he pumped furiously. “Oh, oh shit! Fuck, I'm cumming!” He exclaimed.  Felicity began to moan on his cock and that sent him into a sexual frenzy. Alistair roared and growled, his body jerking uncontrollably as he emptied his balls. Thick ropes of cum spewed from his cock down Felicity's eager throat as she struggled to swallow every drop. He had to grab onto the door knob to keep from falling to the floor. Felicity continued to suck at his softening head as she stroked his shaft, sending tremors though him in his post-coital bliss until he was forced to pull away. His cock slid from her mouth, soft and well sated. Panting, he made it to the sofa and fell upon the cushions. Felicity stayed kneeling on the floor, awaiting his command. Alistair rested his head on the back of the sofa, eyes closed as he indulged in the lingering waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

“I think that was the most intense blow-job I have ever had,” Alistair said.

“I loved giving it to you, sir. I loved the look on your face when you came,” Felicity said.

Alistair looked at her and smiled. “Come here.” He patted the cushion next to him.

Felicity rose and came over to the sofa, sitting down.

He took her into his arms, holding her close. “Remember when I told you a great blow-job would make a man give someone his bank account number?” he asked, chuckling.

Felicity giggled. “Yes, sir.”

“Well, I'm very close to that.” He laughed, then reached into his pocket pulling out a key. “I have the next best thing.”

Felicity sat up, shocked.
Was he really giving her the key to his home?
 

“This is the key to my home.”

Oh my God, he really was!

“I want to give it to you as a sign of my commitment to you and your lessons regarding our contract.”

Felicity's expression lost some of its glee.

Alistair frowned. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing, sir.”

“No, something is wrong. Don't lie to me, Felicity. You know I don't like that.”

“Permission to speak freely, sir?”

Alistair regarded her for a few seconds, then nodded. “You may.”

“When a guy gives you the key to his house, it's a big move. I just wanted it to be more meaningful. Something other than... than this.” She gestured to his cock laying listlessly on his lap and her outfit.

“You don't think this means anything more than sex to me, Felicity?” Alistair asked, he tried hard to mask the pain in his voice, but he knew it was on his face anyway.

Felicity looked at him. “I want it to.” She turned away as a tear began to flow down her cheek. “I shouldn't have said that.”

Alistair reached over, taking her chin into his hand and bringing her face to him again. “The fault is mine for not forming my words to express my true emotions. How could you not take my invitation any other way.” He gave her an apologetic smile.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Felicity, it's been a long time since anyone has ever made me feel the way you do. What we have together, it's so much more than sex... fantastic sex, though it is,” he said, with a little chuckle.

“No argument from me,” Felicity agreed. She was beginning to perk up with each word he spoke.

“What I'm saying is; I want you with me, not just to tie you up and and make you beg. I want you with me for your companionship. This past month has unlocked so many feelings within me, many I swore to never embrace. I haven't been with someone steady in a long while. This--” he gestured to her outfit and his exposed cock “--is what I'm used to. It's what I know best. Asking you to take this leap is unknown territory. I just know I want you with me.”

Felicity's heart began to swell within her chest and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she crushed her lips to his. She climbed onto his lap, kissing him deeply. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. It didn't take long for his cock to rise to the occasion.

“I want you inside me,” Felicity growled as she lifted up taking hold of his shaft.

“Put me where you want me to be.” Alistair licked her neck up to her chin as she slowly slid down on top of him. He groaned as he became enveloped in her heat, a place he had come to love. Felicity rode him fast and hard kissing him vigorously as the sound of their lovemaking filled the room. Alistair pumped up, keeping rhythm with her as they shared their passion. It didn't take long for them to hit their peaks. Their orgasms were powerful, leaving both breathless and weak in the aftermath. They lay in each others arms on the sofa for what seemed like hours, just talking and laughing.

“I don't know about you, sir, but I'm exhausted. That freaking Tower-of-Fuck-You-For-Putting-Me-On-This, has worn me out,” Felicity said.

Alistair burst with laughter at the new name she gave one of his favorite torture furniture.

“Ahhh, but you loved it, admit it!” he pointed at her.

“I hate that thing.”

Alistair gave her a sideways glance. “Honesty Felicity, or find yourself back on it.”

“I was being honest. I hate that thing. I loved the vibrator, though.” She climbed off the sofa. “Oh, ow! Jesus, muscles I didn't even know I had are hurting. This is your fault.” She pointed an accusatory finger at him.

Alistair shrugged. “Fact is, you needed to learn a few lessons tonight. I hope you weren't just telling me what I wanted to hear just so I could let you cum.” He cocked an eyebrow.

“I would have told you my social security number if it meant you'd let me cum,” Felicity joked... well partially joked.

Alistair laughed, he couldn't help himself. It was one of the things he loved about her. “Let's go home. The club will be closing soon anyway.” He rose from the sofa, tucking himself away and fixing his clothes. Felicity put her trench coat back on and the two of them left. When they got home, they showered and went to sleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

Chapter Twelve

“No mail for you today, but you can tell Allison that she got a package,” Veronica said as she placed a small manila bubbled envelope on Allison's desk. “Is she here today?”

“Yeah, just went to the bathroom,” Felicity said.

Veronica nodded. “Okay, good. Tell her I said 'hi'. By the way, are you still able to come to my wedding this Saturday?”

“Are you kidding me, Veronica. I wouldn't miss it for the world. I'm so happy for you and Charles,” Felicity beamed.

“What about Allison, do you think she'll be able to make it?”

“Yeah, last we talked about it, she said she was.”

“Oh good, so happy to hear that,” Veronica said, smiling. “All right, I'll catch you guys later.” She walked off toward the elevator.

Felicity looked at the package on Allison's desk: No return address. It was what she'd been waiting for, all right. Well, at least she hoped it was, or else she was getting ready to commit a federal crime and a huge violation of privacy. She opened the envelope and peeked inside. There was the lipstick camera, as promised with a note.  She pulled the note out and read it.

Just so you know, I didn't look at it. Couldn't. But please keep my source innocent in all this, okay?
Was Jason's message.
 

Felicity couldn't help but wonder just who in the hell was this “source” to him. In any case, he kept his word and now she just had to keep the hope going that there was actually footage to be seen.

“Is that it?” Allison asked, coming back to her desk.

Felicity nodded. “Yep.”

“Well, we better not try to look at that here. Why don't you come to my house after work. We'll get started on it tonight,” Allison suggested. “Unless of course, your man doesn't let you out to play anymore. It's been like forever since we've hung out.”

“What, we went out to that place, that strip club,” Felicity pointed out.

“Really? Girl that was like a month ago. Ol' time-lapsing ass. That dick must be really good. It's done fucked your memory, too,” Allison teased with a mischievous giggle.

“I hate your ass sometimes,” Felicity said, laughing.

“No, but seriously. We need to go over that footage today. The sooner the better. So will you be able to?” Allison asked.

Felicity nodded. “Yeah, I can make that happen. Give me a minute.” She pulled her cell phone from her pocket and started to rise but Allison grabbed her hand. “What?”

“Oh, no you don't go slinking off into some dark corner to make that call. I need to hear this shit. You stay your ass right here and call him,” Allison said.

“Nosy ass, all up in my business.”

“Look, I'm know I'm the shit and haters be trying to be like me all day, every day. But you need to stop. Stay lame, stay cute,” Allison teased Felicity for using her 'slang'.

“This is what I get for staying open minded. I knew I should have moved my desk the day you came into the cubical,” Felicity shot back.

“Oh, no you didn't. All right, I see you. I see those claws unsheathe, I hear your hissing,” Allison smiled. “Still, sit your ass down, cause my nosy ass wants to be all up in your business, that's right.”

Felicity huffed. “Oh fine. Dang! But you need to keep your mouth shut the entire time.”

Allison pantomime zipping her mouth. “I promised.”

“Good, no giggling, none of that,” Felicity warned.

“I'm not going to say a word. I promise.” Allison smirked. “Be glad I'm not asking you to put it on speaker phone.”

“That's because you know I wouldn't.”

“Will you call your honey now, dang.”

Felicity gave her one last suspicious look then dialed Alistair's number.