The Pleasure Room (36 page)

“Oh, fuck! Yeah, yeah, fuck!” he roared as he shot, splattering Felicity's closed eyes, cheeks and open mouth with spurt after spurt of his hot seed. He body remained tensed as his orgasm continued. He bit his bottom lip, nearly drawing blood as he watch his cock empty its load all over Felicity's face. The sight sent him over the edge, bringing forth another vicious round causing his left leg to cramp up from a strained muscle. His body was all sensation and he lost touch with reality as his second orgasm rippled through him. Even the pain in his calf seemed so far away. Felicity licked the tip of his cock as it pulsed on her bottom lip, making him quake uncontrollably. Finally, the moment began to fade, it's intensity dwindling. He started to come back to his senses and he ended up hobbling back to his chair, collapsing.

“Ow!” Alistair groaned as he rubbed the aching leg muscle. “This is rare.”

Felicity wanted to ask him if he was all right, but she didn't have permission to ask questions, only to answer them.  However, from what she could tell, it looked like he was in a substantial amount of pain. After a few minutes of massaging the sore muscle, he seemed to be doing better. He rose from the chair, walking back to her and grabbed her chin between his finger and thumb, raising her face to his. Leaning forward, he kissed her passionately, tasting the remnants of his orgasm on her lips and tongue. After a while, he pulled away, still holding her face in his hand.

“There's almost nothing more perfect than a beautiful sub's face covered in their Dom's spent load.” Alistair began to stroke his cock again, feeling it grow and thicken in his palm.  “I know I told you I wasn't going to stick my cock in you tonight, but I simply can't resist your mouth, especially with my cum all over your face like this. Do you want that, too, Felicity?”

“Oh yes, sir. I love your dick and cum, sir,” Felicity said, licking her lips and opening her mouth for him.

“Excellent.” Alistair ran the tip of his cock along her bottom lip before slipping inside her. He moaned as her tongue ran along his shaft. Felicity applied all of the skills he'd taught her on him and he trembled and gasped with each tentative caress, suction, vocal sensation she dealt him. He tilted his head back, eyes closed and moaning, relishing in the pleasure when Felicity's cell phone began to ring. They both ignored the ringing the first time, the caller hanging up. Then her cell began ringing again, which made Alistair curious as to who was trying to contact Felicity so earnestly. When they hung up, but called again, he growled in frustration, pulling his cock from her mouth and walked over to her pants, picking them up and removing the phone. He looked at the caller ID. “Who's Allison?”

“My best friend,” Felicity said, growing worried. “I need to answer that.”

“You know I don't like interruptions. Just this once, since this call seems so urgent.” Giving in, he walked back to Felicity putting the phone to her ear.

“Allison, wha—wait, what?” Felicity said, her eyebrows creased with confusion and worry. “Oh my God, are you okay?!” She looked up at Alistair, “Get me out of this thing!”

Alistair's eyebrows creased.“What's wrong?” he asked, genuinely worried if she was.

“Red! Red! Get me out of here!” She exclaimed.

Immediately, he released her from the contraption, freeing her hands. She took the cell from him and he went into the bathroom and quickly returned with a soapy, wet towel for her.

“Allison, where are you at now?” Felicity asked, as Alistair cleaned her face off. “Okay, stay there,  it's a public place, I'm on my way. Do not go anywhere.... I know, I'm going to call him right now.” She  ended that call and started dialing another number.

“Felicity what's wrong?” Alistair asked.

“We need to get dressed right now, I'll explain later. Please Alistair, just get dressed we have to go.”

Alistair frowned, but didn't argue. He went to his bedroom, dressing quickly. Felicity couldn't reach Jason and she tried five times in the time it took for her to put her work outfit back on. Alistair came back into the Pleasure Room, but Felicity grabbed his arm and dragged him along with her towards the front door.

“We have to pick up my friend, Allison. She's in danger and so am I!” Felicity said.

Alistair kept stride with her easily as they left the mansion, heading for his car. He slid behind the wheel and Felicity sat beside him and looked around nervously. He gave her another worried glance before turning on the ignition and shifting the car into gear.

“You want to tell me where I'm driving to?” he asked as he pulled out of the driveway.

“The Hyde Park movie theater, she's there. I told her I'd call her as soon as I got there,” Felicity said.

“Where is this theater at?”

Felicity gave him the address. “Please hurry.”

Alistair increased his speed, not too much as he didn't want to be pulled over by the police. He tossed another concerned glance at her. “Now would be the perfect time to tell me what's going on, Felicity.”

“The mayor is trying to kill us, that's what's going on!” she said, terrified and shocked by the revelation.

“What? Why?” Alistair asked, his eyebrows furrowed in his confusion.

“Because Allison and I found out that he's been cheating on his wife and we were going to write a story about it for the
Chicago Word,
” Felicity said. “I don't even know how he found out about it.”

“How did you find out he was cheating?”

“Take the truth with you to your grave”
Allison's words to her reemerged. Did she tell Alistair the truth or the “truth” they came up with? As she turned to look at him, seeing the man she loved willing to go the distance with her, she realized she couldn't lie. Not to him. “Look, my name isn't Felicity Davenport, it's Felicity Summers.”

Alistair looked even more confused. “What? What in the hell are you talking about?”

“Just listen!” she exclaimed.

Alistair steered the car onto the expressway, but remained silent, waiting.

“I joined your club because a source of mine, a source I can't seem to get in contact with right now, gave me information about Mayor Dwight Goldberg frequenting that location to have rendezvous with another woman.” Felicity paused.

She hoped she wasn't making the biggest mistake of her life. Already she could see the expression on Alistair's face change from confused to angry, his jaw tightening as he stared forward. To his credit, he was still staying quiet.

She continued. “I lied to Gregory to get him to take me there, told him I was interested in the lifestyle.”

“Did he know your real name?” Alistair asked, unable to stay silent any longer. He had questions that needed answers and
now
.

Felicity remembered the promise she made to Gregory. He'd given her too much for her to throw him under the bus. If she was going to tell one lie tonight, it would be to benefit him, not her. “No. I told him my name was Felicity Davenport. He really thought he was just helping me.”

“Go on,” he said.

“So I came to your club trying to catch the mayor in the act of cheating. But he never came into the main dungeon.”

“How, peculiar. I wonder why he wouldn't want to be seen by all the other members in a BDSM sex club?” Alistair said sarcastically, his voice laced with venom.

Felicity felt her heart sink. The last person she ever wanted to hurt was Alistair. “I'm so sor--”

“--What else,” he interjected. “I want to know everything, Felicity.”

“I wanted to make something of myself. I wanted to help my best friend Allison rise with me. We were going to write the story together, that was the plan. Allison was able to get the high-tech surveillance equipment, and I was going to infiltrate the club. But I didn't expect to meet you, I swear. You were never a part of my plans. Me enjoying the lifestyle was never in the cards either. It all took me by surprise. I got so wrapped up with my new life...with you, that I had all but forgotten about trying to derail the mayor's second campaign.”

“Oh, God, it just gets worse,” Alistair commented. “So what rekindled your ambition to destroy a man's life?”

Felicity couldn't stop the tears that began to flow from her eyes. “I swear I never wanted to hurt you.”

“Didn't you?” Alistair asked, tossing her an angry look. “You had to know that exposing the mayor would also mean exposing me! My reputation! The integrity of my club!”

“No, I swear! I didn't even mention your club! I never intended to,” Felicity said in her defense.

“Jesus bloody Christ, Felicity!” Alistair cursed.  

“I know, I'm sorry!” she cried.

“How in the bloody hell were you even able to write the story. Did you make something up?”

“No, my source was connected to Dwight's Dominatrix. She was willing to work with me by recording one of their sessions.”

Alistair's mouth dropped open, he ran a hand over his face, covering his mouth as he was at a loss for words. How a Dominant could betray her sub's confidence was beyond him. It was unfathomable, a complete violation of trust between the two. In his mounting rage, he continued to steer the car at fast speeds towards the south side of the city, but keeping an eye out for patrol cars along the way.

Felicity continued. “You... you asked me what kept me motivated. I... I almost didn't go through with it.”

“So why did you?” he asked. Felicity could tell by the tremble in his tone, he was hurt and enraged at the same time.

“Because Dwight needs to be out of office. He's drunk on his own power and destroying the lives of hard working, struggling people like me and my friends and countless others. But his pockets are deep and his connections—strong. We needed something big to ruin his chances of staying in office.”

“Most politicians are like him.”

“Most people don't have the ammunition they need to get rid of them. I almost didn't. But then I did.”

“And just how much of your rebellion was for the benefit of mankind and not for your own selfish ambitions?” Alistair shot back.

Felicity was silent.

“Answer me!” Alistair barked.

Felicity jumped, surprised by his rage. “Believe it or not, Alistair, it was something you told me that put things into perspective. You said people who know themselves, who know what they want out of life make it happen. They put things into motion.”

Alistair chuckled harshly, thinking about his words. “I did say that, didn't I?”

“It made me think.”

“Although, I don't recall saying step on everyone's fingers on your way up the ladder.”

“Fuck, Alistair! Damn it! You weren't supposed to be caught up in any of this. Like you said, no one in the club ever saw Dwight there. I didn't even mention that it was a club he was at. I don't even know who his Dominatrix is.”

“So you actually have the footage? How did that happen, both he and I scan that room for bugs and such devices before he enters?” Alistair asked.

“She wanted to be done with him. Apparently, he's been making threats and demands, scaring her and she was hoping this exposure would force him to leave her alone. That it would be so public, she would be safe from his retribution if she tried to leave him.”

Alistair growled, actually growled in frustration over Dwight's Dominatrix's behavior.

“What?” Felicity asked. She'd never heard him growl like that before, but she really liked it.
He really is in your system, isn't he?
that subconscious voice asked.
Yes, and I want him to stay,
she answered. She forced herself to stay on track, now was not the time to give into her base desires.

“His Dominatrix. Her behavior is deplorable. She completely destroyed the trust they'd built between them. Granted, it's not the same thing that we had... but it was a betrayal, nonetheless,” Alistair said. “Why didn't she come to me, I could have facilitated a change if she was too afraid to do it herself?” He had no idea the mayor had forced her into a position she didn't think she could get out of short of breaking one of  their golden rules.

His words stung Felicity deeper than she ever thought they would.
“It's not the same thing we had...”
Past tense. As in he never wanted to see her again. Fresh tears began to pour from her eyes and she actually began to hyperventilate as she felt her heart breaking.

Alistair looked over at her, seeing her panic, the tears flowing from her redden eyes, and his anger began to subside. His features softened as his expression became one of regret and concern as he watched her inner turmoil. It was painful for him to see her in such a miserable state. “Felicity, calm down, you have to start breathing slowly. Come on...” He took hold of her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “Breathe with me.” He began to breathe normally, coaxing her to do the same. “That's it... slowly, regain control.” He darted glances at her, checking her progress as he maintain his focus on the road.

“I swear, Alistair... I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted to betray you. I was supposed to lie to you, did you know that?” she asked, tears still streaming, staining her red cheeks. She wiped at them with the back of her other hand.

“What were you going to tell me?” he asked in a calm voice.