The Pleasure Room

by Simmons, D. N.

  Felicity swallowed. “It was weird. I don't get why they ask for your permission to do anything.”

  “It takes more strength to put that amount of trust in a person, than to stand on the sidelines and criticize, wouldn't you agree?”

  “Was that a jab at me?” Felicity asked, pointing to her chest.

  Alistair shrugged nonchalantly as he slid from the desk. He walked over to her. “Not a 'jab', as you say, but a fact. Those two were very brave tonight and their strength and trust honored me.”

  “I just don't get it,” Felicity stated.

  “I watched you tonight,” Alistair said, his gaze becoming predatory as he trailed his eyes over her body. “Watched you watching me. You were captivated by what you saw in that room.”

  Felicity scoffed. “I wouldn't say 'captivated'. Mildly curious is more like it.”

  Alistair laughed. The masculine rumble of his voice touched Felicity to her core and she felt her stomach clench as the temperature between her legs spiked. He leaned forward, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “You were captivated.”

  Without warning, he brushed the back of his fingers against her nipple. Her breath caught and a tremor ran through her. He continued to stroke her nipple through her blouse as he spoke to her.

  “I could make you feel so good,” he said. His left hand joined the other, working both her nipples, thumbs making a circular motion over the tender flesh.

  “P...please,” she whispered, her words failing her as she began to succumb to the sensation he was working up inside of her.

  “Please what?” he prodded, his hand slipping beneath the fabric of her blouse and bra, taking hold of her breast. His fingers, massaging and stroking expertly. With a gentle push, he turned her so that she was facing the full length mirror on the back of his door. “Please what?” he asked again as his other hand slid down her stomach to her thighs.

  “I... I...” Felicity panted, unable to form thoughts, let alone words. She could feel the arousal rising within her as her back pressed to his powerful chest. His arm wrapped around her, fingers teasing her nipple sending her into a state of delirium.

  “You look so beautiful, caught in rapture the way you are.” Alistair said, his hand sliding between her thighs, back and forth, fingertips brushing the moist silk of her panties. “Ask me to bring you pleasure.”

  “W—what?” Felicity managed to say through the haze of arousal.

  “Ask me to pleasure you,” Alistair patiently repeated.

  Felicity didn't know how to ask. All she knew is that she was ready to burst. She could see him standing behind her in the mirror. His fingers working their magic on her body nearly driving her mad with lust. He stared at her, green eyes watching every twist, pant, tremor... he had her completely enthralled and they both knew it.

  “Do you need help learning how to ask?” he looked at her in the mirror. His finger applied a bit more pressure, rubbing over her clit beneath the damp silk of her panties.

  Felicity jumped, his strong embrace keeping her from moving too much.

  “You're so perfectly primed, so deliciously wet. I want to taste you, to feel your heat around me, milking me,” Alistair whispered into her ear, then he ran his tongue along the inner shell.

  Felicity moaned, her head going back against him as she pressed her ass into his raging erection. She could feel him straining beneath the leather and zipper of his pants. She had never felt so out of control, so caught up in the moment.

  “Do you want me to pleasure you?” Alistair titillated, his finger dipping under the silk to touch bare flesh.

  Felicity gasped, her thighs tightening around his hand. “Yes,” she panted breathlessly.

  “Yes, what?” Another lick along the nape of her neck as his finger lightly brushed her clit, teasing it.

  In her madden state, she lost all reason. She'd tell him anything he wanted to hear as long as he did what he promised. She gave in. “Yes, Sir.”

  Satisfied with the progress they were making, Alistair rewarded her. His hands wrapped around the hem of her silk panties and he ripped the seams, pulling the shredded fabric away. Felicity yelped in surprise, never had a man treated her with such abandon. He excited her. Alistair went back to work on her nipples, fingers gently tugging and hands kneading the soft mounds. He slid his other hand between her legs again, two fingers running through her center back and forth, brushing her clit as it hardened.

  “You're so wet. My, my, you have been denying yourself far too long.” Alistair said as his finger slid inside her. She pressed into his hand and his arms tightened around her. “Ah, ah, ah... I'm in control here. I want you to relax and enjoy this.”

  Felicity moaned as she spread her legs a little bit more.

  “Ahhh, yes. That's it,” Alistair said, then he slid another finger inside.

  She panted with each stroke of his finger as it hit her most sensitive spot, rubbing it, fast then slow, bringing her to the brink and then holding her there. She closed her eyes as she squirmed against his groin, hoping she was driving him as crazy as he was driving her.

  Alistair's breath hitched as he slowly pumped forward, grinding his erection against her ass. “Open your eyes, Felicity. I want you to see yourself enjoying this.”

  Felicity did as she was told. There in the mirror was her reflection staring back at her. A thin layer of sweat had formed on her skin. Her blouse was open as his hand messaged one breast before switching to pay the other just as much needed attention. His other hand was working wonders between her legs and she didn't know how much longer she could take it. She looked up at him as he watched her, keenly. His tongue darting out to lick her ear and neck. He never took his eyes from her, not even when he leaned forward, sucking the delicate skin of her bared shoulder. She began to crest once again, panting and moaning.

  “Do you want to cum?” Alistair entreated.

  “Yes! Yes!” she screamed as her body tensed with the sensation rolling through her.

  Another teasing lick behind her ear. “Yes, what?”

  “Oh, God!” she gasped finding it all the harder to breathe. “Oh, God, yes... please... sir!”

  “Cum for me, Felicity,” Alistair whispered sensuously. His crisp British accent caressed each word driving her over the edge as his fingers worked her relentlessly.

  She screamed and gasped as her body tensed and convulsed within his embrace. Her orgasm exploding from her with an intensity that nearly caused her to black out. Her fluids spilled over his hand, floor and mirror as she shook from the pleasure. She would have fallen to the floor had he not held her. He continued to tease her, coaxing little tremors with each stroke.

  “That was beautiful,” Alistair said, his own hard-on begged to get the same attention he'd given Felicity, but it would have to wait. This was all about opening her mind to the world he knew she was ready for, but too afraid to enter.

  Felicity came down from her ecstatic state and immediately felt embarrassment. How could she let this complete stranger, a man who's last name she didn't even know touch her there? How could she beg him to do that to her? How could she, period?

  “Let me go,” she said as she struggled to free herself from his embrace.

  He didn't fight her, and she sprung from his arms nearly tripping over her own feet.

  “Felicity, calm down. It's all right.”

  “It's not all right!” she fumed.

  “Stop!”

  The authority in Alistair's voice forced Felicity to freeze in place. She looked at him, blinking in her confusion and embarrassment. He walked over to her taking her by the shoulders.

  “You're spiraling because you don't understand the emotions you feel. You don't want to enjoy what just happened, but you did. You didn't want to be aroused by the scene, earlier, but you were,” Alistair said, lightly running his thumbs over her arms as he held her.

  “I've never...” Felicity's voice trailed off and she turned away.

  Alistair took hold of her chi
n, directing her gaze to him. “There is no need for you to feel ashamed for enjoying the pleasures of your body. You don't need to feel regret for exploring your desires. What happened was so very beautiful. So freeing. You've learned something new about yourself tonight, Felicity.”

  He wiped away the tears that had fallen from her redden eyes with the back of his fingers.

  “There, there... none of that. This is cause for celebration about your breakthrough, sweetheart.” Alistair leaned over, kissing her forehead.

  “My breakthrough?” Felicity asked, her voice cracking a bit.

  Alistair lowered his exotic green gaze to her gray. “Yes... your breakthrough. You've been denying yourself all of the wonders you've convinced yourself you didn't like or were too 'perverted'. That is why you feel ashamed, but I tell you now, you shouldn't be. You're a grown woman who's just discovering the real you.”

  “How do you know this is even the real me?” she challenged.

  Alistair smirked. “I do adore a bit of defiance in my subs.”

  She knocked his hand away from her face. Immediately she felt the loss of their connection, but she had to draw the line... right? She wasn't his “sub”.

  “I'm not your sub,” she spat the word out as if it were poison.

  “Yes, you are... or rather you want to be.”

  Felicity threw her hands up, dismissing him and his proclamation. She turned as she buttoned her blouse.

  “If you leave out that door without hearing my proposal, don't bother coming back,” Alistair threatened.

  She stopped, hand poised on the doorknob. She turned.

  “What proposal?”

  She wondered why she even bothered to entertain him. She told herself it was for her story, but she knew it was something deeper than that. Something desperate.

  Alistair leaned against his desk again, his hard-on imprint still present, but not as aggressive. He folded his arms across his broad, muscular, leather-harnessed chest. Felicity was finding it all the more harder to concentrate on anything he had to say when he looked so dangerously delectable. A part of her wanted to return the favor, or in more honest terms, she wanted him inside of her. But she couldn't bring herself to say it.

  “I want to explore this side of you that you've held dormant. I want to liberate you, in a manner of speaking.”

  “Oh yeah, I forgot, it's what you do,” she said, holding on to the last shred of her sarcasm in his presence.

  “When I see there is a need for it, yes.”

  In one of the boldest moves she'd ever witness a man do, he held his hand up to his nose, inhaling her sent. Her face blushed even more and she wanted to run from the room, but she didn't. She watched as his tongue lapped at the two fingers he'd used to give her the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced. She could feel the tingling between her legs start to stir all over again. Her heart raced and her breathing began to quicken. Alistair's eyes held her the entire time and he smiled when he saw what effect he was having on her.

  “You see, I can taste it on you. Your need, your hunger. I want to give it to you, what you long for,” Alistair said as he began walking towards her. He stopped short, only a foot of distance separating them. She could smell the intoxicating aroma of his, no doubt expensive cologne. Just as he could smell the scent of her jasmine-scented perfume so powerful it nearly made him cum inside his pants. Something he hadn't done since first discovering his own inclinations.

  Felicity tried to speak, but her throat was too dry. She swallowed and licked her lips. Alistair's eyes followed the pink of her tongue as it ran along the flesh of her bottom lip. She could tell by his expression that he had his own ideas of what he wanted her to do with her tongue, hell, her entire mouth. The thought made her nearly delirious with desire.

  She tried again. “What was your proposition?”

  Another satisfied smile from Alistair. “I want you to give me just three months of your time. Not even all of your time. We're in the beginning stages, if you will, of your self-discovery. I want you to allow me to take you on this journey.”

  “How does that even work?”

  Alistair was pleased that her response wasn't a flat-out “no”. She seemed willing to learn more, at least. “There are some contracts that require twenty-four/seven compliance. I do not wish to do that with you.”

  “What do you mean, 'contracts'?” she asked, getting a bit nervous.

  Alistair placed his hand on her shoulder, reassuringly, fingers gently massaging. “It's not anything you need to be that concerned about. It's merely an agreement between the two of us. It's not even legal. I can't take you to court if you break it.”

  “That's reassuring, if that's true?” she asked.

  “It's not legally binding,” he promised.

  “So we're supposed to do this contract thing and what... you own me or something?”

  “In a manner of speaking, yes. But you needn't be afraid of that concept. I'm strict, but I'm also very rewarding and dare I say, laid-back,” another iceberg-melting smile. “You will live with me for the three months. Of course, you're allowed to go to work, but you must return home after your shift has ended.”

  “What if I want to go out after work with my friends. I have a life, you know. It may not be all whips and ropes--”

  “Not yet, but we're working towards that.”

  “What?” she asked, confused.

  Alistair cocked an eyebrow. “The whips and ropes and all sorts of other delightful toys I guarantee will make you curse the gods for having waited so long to direct you to me.”

  “You're not deficient in the self-confidence department are you?” Felicity couldn't help herself. She was finding him even more irresistible. Never had she met a man so sure of himself.

  Alistair shook his head. “The days of me not knowing who I was have long since passed.”

  “Well, it's still my life, so can you answer my question.” She stared up at him, awaiting his answer. She couldn't believe she was even contemplating doing this, but she be damned if he tried to take her life away from her.

  He crossed his arms over his chest again as he debated his next response. She was looking up at him, expectantly and he knew the wrong answer would send this little firebrand out the door. He wanted her all to himself, but he was willing to make some concessions if it meant she would be his.

  “You will have to call me first for my permission.”

  “What?” she barked. “I'm a grown woman, I stopped needing permission to do shit when I was eighteen.”

  “This is a part of the contract negotiations. What you were used to doing on a daily basis is inconsequential. This will be our relationship dynamic. Right now, Pandora's box has been open for you and there's no closing it, as you well know. I'm offering you a consensual, safe and trusting environment where you can explore all of your hidden fantasies. The ones you told yourself you'd never entertain. Apparently, they're also the ones you've told yourself you're too good for.”

  Felicity frowned, remembering how Gregory has accused her of being judgmental. “So, I call you for permission. Are you going to grant it?”

  “That will depend entirely on my mood at the time as well as what I might have planned for you that night. But I am obliged to grant you permission from time to time if it is in our contract. I will honor it, especially if you really want to go out and you've been well behaved.”

  Felicity narrowed her eyes, but at the same time, her heart skipped a beat. What was it about this man that has her losing her damn mind?! It's not like he was the first rich guy she'd ever met. Gregory was wealthy and so was that guy she worked for in college. It wasn't like he was the first charming man she'd ever met. Okay, so he was the most gorgeous and sexy and domineering and that fucking butter-melting accent wasn't helping her say “no” to him either. Just what in the hell am I getting myself into? She thought.

  “So,” she began as she walked around him, taking a seat on the leather sofa in his office.
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br />   He followed, sitting down beside her. Their close proximity intensified their mutual attraction and Alistair's erection began to rekindle itself, but he forced himself to remain calm. He had to stay in control. Being that close to him, Felicity's heart was beating frantically as she felt the all too familiar stirrings of her desires rising to the surface again. It took everything she had to focus on what he was offering, when all she wanted to do was give in to him right then and there.

  She continued. “I move in with you for three months... what about my own apartment?”

  “As a courtesy on my part, I'll pay for your apartment for the three months you'll be living with me.”

  Damn, that's nice, Felicity thought. “So, are you going to have me walking around naked all the time?”

  Alistair couldn't help but smile. The mere thought of her bared in full glory caused his arousal level to rise. He could feel his dick getting slicker from his precum in the heat of his pants. “You can expect days like that, yes,” he answered honestly.

  The idea of walking around him and his house naked both excited and terrified her. Am I really going to go through with this? She asked herself. “Will I have to follow your every command?” I guess I am going through with this.

  “Yes.” His answer was so definite, she didn't need him to elaborate.

  “I don't want to be put on display in your club.” Though she had to admit she enjoyed watching the show, she wasn't sure she'd ever want to be a part of the attraction.

  “Fair enough. I will leave it open to you if you decide to change your mind in the future.”

  “I don't like pain,” she said. “I don't want to be beaten to a bloody pulp, either.”

  Alistair arched an eyebrow. “I'm not a monster. I enjoy causing what is defined as 'good pain'.”

  “Good pain?” she repeated with more skepticism in her tone than what was necessary. “How is pain 'good'?”

  In response to that, Alistair frowned, a slight creasing of his eyebrows and a barely noticeable downward tilt to his lips and she immediately regretted her question.