The Pleasure Room

by Simmons, D. N.

  “Thank you, Alistair,” she said.

  “You're welcome, Felicity.” He encircled his strong arms around her, pulling her closer, his fingertips traced her stomach moving upward finding her breast. “I want to hear your pleasure. Don't hold back.”

  His fingers worked her over expertly, she was so aroused just by his hand to breast technique, she thought she'd cum right then and there. Then he slid one hand down her stomach, tickling her along the way until his fingers nestled in the patch of hair between her legs.

  “Tell me what you want me to do?” he whispered into her ear then he licked the outer shell down to her lobe which he sucked into his mouth.

  Felicity gasped as she spread her legs wider. “Please...” she panted.

  Alistair nipped her lobe lightly and her breath hitched. He tongued her ear again, this time tracing the inner shell before blowing lightly. Felicity whimpered as he teased her, his finger stroked her clit as his other fingers played with her nipple.

  “Please what?” Alistair began to plant soft kisses along her neck, sucking the skin lightly.

  “Please make me cum,” she managed to say before she could give herself time to punk out.

  “'Please make me cum', what?”

  Oh, he's really making you work for it, that nagging voice said. At least he didn't give you an infraction.

  “Please make me cum, sir,” Felicity said.

  “With pleasure. That was five, by the way.”

  Well, I'll be damned, spoke too soon.

  Alistair smiled as he slipped two fingers inside her, pumping slowly until he found what he was looking for and she belted out in ecstasy. Felicity ground her ass against his crotch as he performed his duel assaults. He groaned against her skin as she rubbed against his erection.

  “Do you see what you do to me, can you feel my desire for you?” Alistair said as he worked his fingers faster inside of her. Felicity moaned, unable to answer him. “This is what you need, don't run from it. Embrace it.” He began to stroke the sensitive area around her clit and she whined. “Revel in it, Felicity. Give in to it.”

  Felicity panted and moaned as she felt her orgasm building even stronger than the one she had at his club. “Oh God, ahhh, please...” she begged. Her fingers tightened around his thigh and forearm.

  “Yes, cum for me, Felicity. I want to hear you cum,” Alistair said as he massaged her clit and adjusted his fingers to go a bit more deeper.

  Felicity arched on his lap, driving her ass harder against his crotch. Alistair's eyes fluttered closed as he struggled to hold off his own climax. He grunted as Felicity began to quake on top of him.

  “Yes! Oh! Yes!” Felicity screamed as her orgasm rippled through her, squirting over Alistair's fingers and the floor. The pleasure rocking her body so hard, she couldn't breathe. She tensed as his fingers rode her through her climax.

  “So hot, Felicity... don't hold back,” Alistair said, working his slick fingers in and out of her.

  After several intense tremors she collapsed back on him, gasping for air. He continued to stroke her through her post-orgasm bliss causing her to twitch uncontrollably. “Please, no more, please.”

  Alistair chuckled, but gave in, pulling his hand free from between her legs. “Turn around.”

  Felicity didn't even know if her legs would work, but she made the effort and with Alistair's help, she was able to rise and sit back down on his lap, only this time she was facing him.

  “I'm aching for release and it's all your fault,” Alistair said, nodding towards his crotch.

  “You didn't give me any commands, so what do you want me to do?” Felicity teased.

  “Six.”

  Felicity fought the urge to scoff. In stead she rephrased her question. “What would you like me to do, Alistair?”

  “Free me and then show me that you know how to please a man.” Alistair cocked an eyebrow as he ran his tongue over his lips in anticipation.

  Felicity bit her bottom lip as she looked at him. With trembling hands, she reached for his button, but he took hold her of hands, bringing them to his lips.

  He kissed them and looked up at her. “Why so nervous?”

  “I don't know, Alistair.”

  He leaned forward, kissing her collar bone, then her neck, darting his tongue to lap at her soft skin. “Nothing to be afraid of, darling. Take control of me and glorify in the power I'm giving to you.”

  His breath was warm against her neck as he spoke and it tickled her. Her mind was spinning with the prospect of seeing him reach the point of no return and knowing it was by her hands. Alistair released her and she returned to the button of his jeans with more purpose than before. She quickly undid the zipper and slipping her hand through and under his satin briefs taking hold of him. He was huge! Larger than she had expected. Carefully, she pulled him completely free, marveling at his size now that she could see his manhood in its entirety. Her eyes widened as she zeroed in on the silver stud protruding from the thick head of his cock.

  “Do you like what you see?” Alistair asked.

  “More than I care to admit, because I don't feel like you deserve it,” Felicity replied.

  Alistair laughed and when he was finished, he added another infraction.

  She stroked a finger over the ring and he twitched and hissed, exhaling slowly.

  “I like that, sir.”

  “As did I.” Alistair smiled.

  She ran her fingers down the length of his impressive size, enjoying the feel of soft skin over hardness as it pulsed in her hand. Alistair moaned as he relaxed against the sofa.

  “There, use that.” He pointed to a bottle of lube on the end table.

  Felicity reached over, snatching the bottle from the table. She poured a generous amount into her cupped palm and dropped a few squirts on Alistair's erection. She put the bottle on the cushion beside them and took hold of his cock again, running her fingers up and down his shaft, then over his head brushing the ring.

  “Ahh, yes... that's it,” Alistair coaxed as little spasms shot through him with each stroke of her hand.

  Felicity ran her thumb along the ridge of his head, adding just a bit of pressure as she pumped the length of his cock. If he wanted to see her A game, she was going to bring it. With her other hand, she took hold of his scrotum, gently massaging in rhythm with her stroking. Alistair's breathing began to quicken and she could feel his abs tightening under his cashmere shirt. He was so close and she knew it. She pumped him faster and faster as his eyes closed and his mouth opened. God, he was so beautiful.

  “Don't stop!” Alistair growled as he bit his bottom lip. His chest heaved as he felt his orgasm building. He arched, roaring as he came, hands gripping Felicity's hips as she milked his cock of every last drop he had to give. He fell back against the cushions, gasping and quaking until he had to tell her to stop.

  Felicity stopped stroking and pulled her hand away. She sat there, smiling down at him as the last waves of pleasure coursed through him. She couldn't help but feel empowered, knowing she had brought him to that state. A Dom so overwhelming in presence; came by her hands. She understood now, what he meant when he told her to ''glorify in the power that I'm giving you'. And she was.

  “Did you enjoy that?” Alistair asked.

  Felicity nodded. “Yes, Alistair.”

  “I'm very pleased by how far you've come today.”

  “Thank you, Alistair.” Felicity had to admit to herself, she was kind of getting the hang of adding his name to everything she said.

  “However, let's not forget the seven new infractions you've earned. Depending on how well behaved you are for the rest of the day, I may make your punishment light,” Alistair said as he ran a finger along her jawline.

  “What else do you need me to do today, Alistair?” Felicity asked. She was extremely curious about what other punishments he could come up with.

  “First, rise and follow me.” He helped her from the sofa and then rose himself. He looked down at hi
s clothes, noting he would need to change them soon. He slipped his cock back into his underwear and zipped up his newly soiled pants.

  Felicity went to grab the towel she had earlier, but Alistair stopped her.

  “Leave it there.”

  “You want me to walk around your house naked, in front of your butler and God-knows-who-else, Alistair?” She managed to add his name to avoid a new infraction.

  “Eight, and you needn't worry about my house staff. Where I'm taking you, they are not allowed to enter. It's right through those doors,” Alistair said, pointing to a set of redwood double doors.

  “Fine, but may I ask why you're giving me another infraction, sir?”

  “Because you forced me to needlessly explain myself when you should have simply followed orders. Now, follow me,” Alistair said as he led the way.

  Felicity followed and he opened the double doors revealing a room full of every sort of sex toy and apparatus you could think of. An assortment of whips, crops, canes hung from the wall. There were shelves of vibrators, dildos and other phallus, not to mention tons of various shaped anal beads. She continued to look around and spotted a few leather tables, a St. Andrews cross, racks, bondage chairs, swings and something that looks almost like a guillotine. Her heartbeat began to race as she imagined being tied to the cross or the leather table.

  “I call this my Pleasure Room, as well,” Alistair said.

  “It's intimidating, sir,” Felicity said. This was going to become her Pleasure Room, too, if Alistair had anything to say about it.

  “Only because you're not accustomed to the joys you can have here, but you will be.”

  “I hope you don't plan on using those things with me, Alistair,” Felicity stated, pointing towards the shelves of sex toys.

  “They're very sanitized, you know. Nothing to worry about.”

  “Ugh, Alistair.”

  He couldn't help himself, he had to laugh. A rich sound that filled the room as it caressed her everything.

  “Again, you worry unnecessarily. I've purchased a new set of toys for you. They should arrive by tomorrow. As for now, I would have you bathe and prepare for your doctor's visit.”

  “All right. What about tomorrow night? Do I move in, Alistair?”

  “Yes, of course. However, we will not be having intercourse until our results come back, which should be in a matter of days,” Alistair said. “Now, go and get ready. I must do the same. You may use the same bathroom you used earlier.”

  Felicity walked back into the den and picked up the towel, wrapping it around herself. She made her way back to that same bathroom where he first watched her in the shower. She did as Alistair told her, bathing with that expensive gel again. Her clothes were laid out on the bed when she finished showering and she dressed quickly. She came back into the den to find him sitting there, enjoying a real drink: Bourbon. He had on a new change of clothes that looked just as good on him as the other outfit did, if not better. He wore a red wine buttoned-up dress shirt, black flat-front pants and a blazer. Even his shoes were shined to perfection. He let his raven locks hang loose over his forehead giving his overall appearance a certain elegance. His long dark lashes brought out the jade of his eyes which made Felicity weak in the knees whenever he caught her in his gaze and to top it off, his smile brightened the room when he looked at her.

  “Are you ready?” he asked.

  “Yes, Alistair. After the doctor, where are we going?”

  “To my club, I have to open it up. When I'm done there, we'll return to my home. Tomorrow morning, you may go to your apartment and gather whatever items you'll need for the next three months.” Alistair rose from the sofa, setting his empty glass on the end table. “Shall we?” He pressed his hand on her lower back and led her out of the den, through the mansion towards the front door.

  They climbed into the back of his luxury Mercedes Benz sedan and the butler who was apparently also the chauffeur drove them to the doctor's office. She sat beside Alistair in the back seat, feeling the heat of his body against hers. Her mind was still reeling from what they'd done that afternoon. She knew there were only more intense times like that to come. What she didn't know was if she was ready for them.

  Chapter Six

  “You were quite the trooper at the doctor's office,” Alistair said as he walked around his office desk and sat down in his leather chair.

  “Do you have to be so patronizing? I'm not a child, Alistair,” Felicity fussed.

  Alistair smirked as he opened up an envelope. “No, you are not. But I believe in praising my submissive whenever they please me just as diligently as I correct them for when they don't.”

  Felicity remained silent, not having anything to say to his comment.

  “Why don't you go down into the Pleasure Room, I'm sure you don't want to stay in my office all night while I work on boring paperwork,” Alistair suggested.

  “I would think you'd want me by your side at all times. Isn't that why you collared me, sir?” Felicity stated.

  “As my slave? Is that what you want to be to me?” Alistair asked her, one eyebrow raised.

  Felicity shrugged. “What's the difference? You tell me what to do and you want to punish me if I don't do what you say, sir?”

  Alistair sat back in his chair, folding his arms across his broad chest. “For me, the two are very different. I can't speak for other Dominants. For instance, had you been my slave, I'd have you naked with a real dog collar around you neck and you'd be on your knees sucking my cock right now.”

  “But once the test comes back, aren't you going to do that anyway, Alistair?”

  “Shall I show you the difference? Would that help?”

  “That's not what I meant.”

  “Nine.”

  “Sir,” she corrected herself, even though she knew it was too late.

  “Our arrangement is of mutual interests. Your pleasure is intertwined with my own. We are both giving each other what the other needs and there is a balance between us. If you were my slave, your pleasure would be inconsequential to me. As a matter of fact, your pleasure would be to please me. My approval of you would be all that you would live for. Anticipating my every desire, knowing what I needed before I could ask it, but still waiting for my permission to take action would be your sole purpose in life. It would require breaking you down completely and rebuilding you to be the perfect docile slave catering to her master. Is that what you want, Felicity?” Alistair asked, his stare boring into her.

  She tried to speak, but her throat went dry. She coughed and swallowed then tried again. “No, sir. I don't want that.”

  Alistair nodded once. “I thought not.” He rose and came around his desk towards her, his hands sliding smoothly down the length of her arms then back up. He brushed her long, brunette locks behind her right ear. “So beautiful.”

  She felt herself blushing again, unable to hide her smile.

  “You are not my slave, but in order to give you what you need, I must be in control. That is the way of it. As of right now, I think you need to bare witness to the scenes taking place in the Dungeon,” Alistair said, then he leaned forward, kissing her lightly on her forehead before dipping lower to kiss her more passionately on her mouth.

  “Yes, Alistair,” Felicity said once he pulled away. She turned and left his office and went to the Dungeon as he had called it, also known as The Pleasure Room. Never a dull moment, the room was filled with members having sex, being punished, spanked and tortured to their sexual delight. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she was turned on by what she was seeing and hearing.

  “I see Alistair has, how should I put it? Made an impression on you.”

  Felicity turned to see the woman from a few nights ago standing beside her. It startled her to know that she was so close and she hadn't even noticed.

  “What are you, a phantom? I'm tired of you sneaking up on me,” Felicity said.

  The woman laughed. “It's not my fault you're too enthralled with
the scene to notice anyone loudly approaching. I mean, I'm in heels, hardly stealthy footwear, to say the least.”

  Felicity looked down, noting the woman's five-inch, steel-spiked heels.

  “See?” The woman chuckled as she took a sip of her drink. She kept eye contact with Felicity over the rim of her glass.

  “Nice shoes,” Felicity said, not wanting to admit the woman was right about her being “enthralled”.

  “You should see them up my sub's ass. They look marvelous, then.”

  “T.M.I.,” Felicity said. She couldn't imagine how any of that could be pleasant. “What are you talking about? I mean when you said that stuff about Alistair?” Felicity asked, wondering how the woman came to her conclusion.

  The woman reached up, touching the diamond choker around Felicity's neck. Possessively, Felicity removed the choker out of her hands. It was hers and she wasn't too keen on having this broad touching it.

  “Oooh, my... aren't we defensive,” the woman said with a wink.

  “I'm not defensive. I just don't know you well enough for you to be touching in or around my body,” Felicity shot back.

  “My name is, Miranda.”

  “Felicity. I still don't know you that well.”

  “And just how well do you know Alistair?” she asked with a wicked smile.

  Felicity narrowed her eyes. “What is it that you want?” she asked getting to the point. “Because you act like you're jealous.”

  Miranda laughed, a dainty hand covering her mouth as she giggled. “Oh sweetheart, I'm not jealous. On the contrary, I'm happy for you. Alistair has a way with wayward souls who wander in here in search of something meaningful.”

  “Let me guess, he showed you the way.” Felicity stated, her patented sarcasm dripped from each word.

  Miranda ignored her attitude and continued speaking in her friendly tone. “In a manner of speaking, yes. He taught me to be the Mistress I am today.”

  Felicity frowned. “You're a Mistress?” she asked, confused.

  “Oh yes, dear.”