“Press your body to me, Felicity,” he purred.
Like a snake dancing to a charmer's flute, Felicity did as she was told, pressing her back against his powerfully toned chest. Her eyes were closed as she gave herself to Alistair and whatever he wanted. She gasped as the first jet of current hit her clit causing her to spasm. He bent his head, kissing and sucking the soft flesh of her neck and shoulders as he held the shower nozzle between her legs. Felicity trembled as the water's pressurized current brought her closer to another mind-blowing orgasm. She quaked as her screams grew louder. Then it hit her like a tsunami and everything vanished and all that was left was pleasure. Intense and unrelenting in its grip. Alistair smiled wickedly as he removed the nozzle, denying Felicity her orgasm.
“Oh God, no! Please!” Felicity pleaded as she rubbed herself against Alistair, feeling his erection jutting up from between his legs. The flush of her skin, the palpable desire he could feel radiating from her, nearly drove him over the edge. It had been forever since he'd cum without having to touch himself, and he was very close to doing that at that moment. Felicity moaned as the pleasure that had been building began to fade into the abyss. She whined, unable to hide her frustration and she ground her ass into Alistair's rock-hard cock in retaliation causing him to jerk at the sensation.
“That will not help your situation,” Alistair reprimanded with a grunt.
“Maybe I'm just trying to show you how sorry I am,” Felicity lied, well... mostly lied. Fact being, she really was sorry. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to survive the rest of her punishment. Twelve hours was beginning to feel like twelve days.
Unconvinced, Alistair replied. “If that's the case, I have another reward for you.”
He turned her toward him, kissing her with less control than he intended. She ran her hands over his back, delighting in the sheer strength of him. She could feel his well-sculpted muscles beneath his skin move with him as he pressed her against the shower wall. He took her wrists, raising them above her head and pressed them to the wall. His mouth devoured hers, their tongues exploring as he began to grind against her stomach.
Felicity's breath quickened along with Alistair's and she watched him as he used her body to give himself pleasure. Every part of her wanted to touch him, to feel his hardness in her hand, her mouth, her pussy. He grunted as he rubbed his cock against her flesh.
“I want to see you cum, Alistair,” Felicity dared to say.
It was enough and he lost control. He buried his face in her neck, growling as hot semen flood between them. His body trembling against her as waves of pleasure coursed through him. His grip on her wrists tightened as he rode his climax until the end. Finally, his body grew weak and he leaned against her, pressing her harder to the wall as he panted.
“Are you still seeing spots and stars, sir?” Felicity joked.
Alistair chuckled. “Just a few.”
He managed to regain the strength of his legs again and he straightened himself. He washed their bodies quickly, rinsing away the remnants of his orgasm from their stomachs. He turned off the water. “Let's go.”
Alistair dried Felicity off first, then himself. She couldn't help but admit she was loving the attention. Never had any man she'd ever been with treated her as if she were precious... treasured. Alistair's combed her hair, gently loosening the tangles as not to cause her pain. She moaned as his fingers stroked her scalp.
He smiled, pleased that she was responding to his attention the way he wanted her to. He wanted her to crave his touch. He wanted the sound of his voice to send shivers through her body. Above all, he wanted her to desire him as much as he desired her. After he finished combing her hair, he dried it with a blow dryer.
“There, now you're ready to go back to your apartment and pack,” Alistair said, then he turned the dryer on himself as he finger-combed his cropped curls.
“Do I have a time limit?” Felicity asked. “Sir.”
“Not today. What you have to do takes time to sort out. Besides, I have even more preparations to make,” Alistair said.
“Okay,” Felicity said, walking out of the bathroom to get dressed.
Alistair couldn't help himself, he watched her leave, staring at her backside and imagining himself pressed against her, entering her. His cock started to come to life and he cut off his fantasy. The last thing he wanted was to get riled up again with so much to do. He'd told his doctor to put priority on their test results and paid a bit extra for the courtesy. He hoped by Tuesday, if not sooner, he'd be able to move forward with her training.
Chapter Seven
Four Days Later
Alistair sat on his soft, leather sofa in his den watching television. He turned when Felicity entered, smiling at the fact that she was on time. Felicity gave him a long, hungry look. Again, he was immaculately dressed in a dark green pullover, black flat-front pants and a beautiful pair of black shoes she suspected cost more than her car. She rounded the sofa and sat down a few cushions away from him.
“Come closer,” he said, patting the cushion beside his.
Felicity relented and scooted over. It was harder and harder for her to be around him. For the past four days, he had put her body and mind through such a whirlwind vortex of passion, pleasurable pain, sexual agony and release. She was almost afraid to move forward with their relationship. She looked at the white envelopes resting in his lap and knew what they were. She also knew what it meant.
“How was work?” Alistair asked, making causal conversation.
“Fine, sir.” Felicity said.
“Relax, Felicity. I want our relationship to be more than just sex. I want to make a connection with you,” Alistair said, lightly patting her knee. “So what is it, exactly that you do when you're not with me?”
Felicity had to pause before she answered to think up a believable lie. For some reason, she didn't think he'd ask her tidbits of information about herself. “I work at a clothing store Downtown, sir” she lied. Well, she had worked in a clothing store when she was still in college. But the less he knew about her real job and her motivations for walking into his club that night, the better.
“Do you enjoy it?”
Thank God he didn't ask where, she gave a mental sigh of relief. “I do, but I'm hoping I can move up in position, sir” she said. Okay, that part was true.
“I'm not surprised to hear that.”
“To hear what, sir?”
“That you're unsatisfied with your current station. That you desire far better things. That you want something more meaningful in your life,” Alistair said, his hands resting in his lap on top of the envelopes.
Felicity darted her gaze to his lap then back at him. “Do you always do that?”
“One.”
Damn it! “I'm sorry, Do you always do that, sir?” she corrected. She had no idea what his wickedly, depraved mind would concoct for her punishment now. She better stay on her toes.
“Do what?”
“Make everything about what I 'desire', sir?”
“But that is what drives us all. Most people don't know what they want, they just know that something is missing in their lives and they don't know how to fill the void. Others, like myself know exactly what we want and how to go about obtaining it. We want for nothing because we seek out our desires and take them... we indulge in them... and we control them. I am the master of my universe, it is not the other way around.”
“But isn't that just because you have the means.... sir?”
“It helps to be able to afford the things I want, yes. But being one's own master isn't necessarily about buying things. It's about being self-aware of who and what you are and what you want and having the drive and knowledge to achieve your goals.”
“Can that be said about every rich person, sir?”
“No. Some cannot handle it.”
“Handle being rich?” she asked sarcastically.
“Two,” Alistair criticized. “And yes. They think they want the money or fa
me or whatever, but when it comes they are not prepared for it. That's because they don't know who they are and what drives them other than wanting to be famous. It's a shallow foundation and that's why it crumbles beneath their feet.”
“What about someone who's poor or struggling like me... sir?” she said. She had to admit, the conversation they were having was nice and so mentally stimulating. She also liked getting a peak into his psyche, learning why he is who he is.
“You are not poor.”
“But I am struggling to not be poor, Alistair.”
“Fair enough.” He gave her a sly smile. “Most people in your predicament have a better idea of what they want out of life. Many are working towards their goals, whether or not they succeed is up to chance and in some cases, the proper connections. But they are driven in their ambitions and having worked so hard to achieve their goals, they will be able to deal. They know the sacrifice it takes and the time and effort they put into redefining who they are. The didn't give up and they never will.”
Felicity sat there in stunned silence. She was beginning to see why others at the club admired Alistair. It wasn't just what he could do with a whip, it was the man himself. His confidence was overpowering and it bled into everything that he did. Even sitting on the sofa, she could feel his aura and knew he wasn't a man to be taken lightly.
“That was enlightening, but we really must take the next step,” Alistair said, bringing her out of her reverie. “Here, this one is mine.”
He handed her one of the unopened enveloped addressed to them. She opened his as he opened hers and together they read the results.
“Oh my, my, my... this changes everything,” Alistair said, frowning.
Felicity's gaze shot up. “What?! What?!” she snatched the paper from his hand, frantically reading it over.
Alistair began to laugh, first a low chuckle than he grew more hysterical as she realize his cruel joke and her eyes narrowed.
“I don't care if you punish me for this one, but you're a fucking asshole for that!” she fussed, slapping his arm. Even though she was still calming down from her mild heart attack, she had to appreciate the hard muscle of his bicep against her hand when she struck him. How many hours does he put into his workout? she wondered.
“I won't punish you this time, I'm not a tyrant,” Alistair said, smiling sweetly, his dimple giving him a mischievous expression.
“You do not play jokes like that, ever!” Felicity scowled at him.
“So sorry, that was wicked. I don't know what came over me. For some reason, I simply could not resist.” He gave her a genuinely apologetic expression.
“Because you're evil like my best friend, sir,” Felicity said, thinking about the joke Allison had played on her with the lipstick camcorder. Speaking of that, she needed to get back into the club, maybe sneak around if she could.
Alistair liked the fact that she found a quality in him that she enjoyed in another person she loved. To him, it meant their connection was growing strong.
“In any case, what I said is still true. These results does change the game,” Alistair said. “May I ask, are you taking any forms of birth control?”
Felicity nodded. “Yes, of course. It's good for five years.”
“I'll still require you to use a diaphragm. It's best to be as safe as possible.”
“Then why don't you use a condom, Alistair?”
“I'm afraid that won't be an option.” He rose from the sofa, offering her his hand.
Felicity let him help her to her feet and he led her into that room they'd been avoiding until the results came in. That forbidden treasure trove hidden inside his huge mansion full of carnal delights. At least, she hoped it was.
“From now on, or until I say otherwise, you will come directly home, strip out of your day wear, prepare yourself for the evening's festivities and then put on the outfit I have arranged for you,” Alistair said, pointing to a provocative leather harness that would conceal very little if anything at all. “You will find your outfit there daily and if there is nothing there, that's what I want you in.”
“What do you mean, prepare myself, sir?” Felicity asked, wanting clarification.
“I will show you, follow me.” He lead her into a huge bathroom. Inside was a toilet and separate bidet and a urinal, all out in the open. The walk-in shower big enough for three people and the glass doors were as clear as if there was nothing there. There were enema bags hanging from hooks in the shower, as well as other sexual toys that used water as a stimulant.
“Umm...” she began.
“Everything you see before you has been purchased brand new. They will all be used on you. I would have you perform this at least twice a week, but you will bathe twice daily.” He gestured to the shower and the utensils hanging inside.
Felicity took one look at the enema bag and frowned. “I'm not doing any anal with you, sir.”
“Yes, you will. That is one of the limits I will be pushing you to. You have your safe words if you need them, but I must insist you at least trust me to take care of your needs,” Alistair said.
“I don't need that,” she shot back.
“Three, and you have no idea what you need. That's why you're here,” Alistair said.
“I heard that it hurts really bad, sir.”
“It does. But then it can feel quite wonderful and I'm very skilled at anal play.” He touched her arm lightly. “Trust me.”
“I'm scared,” she said, her voice breaking with her fear of the unknown.
He took her into his arms, holding her. “I know. This is all very new, very challenging. It is also very rewarding and extremely pleasurable. You will enjoy it.” He kissed the top of her head, then released her, stepping back towards the shower. He turned the water on, setting the temperature on the digital thermostat. “Remove your clothes, Felicity.”
She began to strip, taking off everything until she stood naked before him.
Alistair's gaze was lingering as it roamed over her body, savoring every inch of her. He could feel his cock stirring within the confines of his pants and he relished the sensation. Tonight was going to be very special indeed.
“Enter.” He gestured to the open door.
She walked past him, stepping inside under the stream.
“Take the enema bag and fill it with the solution,” he instructed, calmly.
Felicity's face was beet red as she removed the object from the wall. She poured the solution from the bottle that was on the shelf into the bag.
“Good, hand it to me and kneel, knees to chest.”
Felicity did as instructed.
“Try to relax. You may feel some discomfort, but it is only the pressure of the tube and the liquid,” Alistair said. He lubed the tube and with extreme care, he began to insert the device inside Felicity.
“Ow!” she yelped.
“I know... relax,” he reminded her.
She knelt in the shower, feeling the sensation of liquid filling her. As Alistair had mentioned, there was discomfort, nothing she was used to. The whole experience was kind of stimulating in a way she couldn't understand. After a little while, her insides began to cramp and she moaned.
“Very good. That's all of it. Now, when I remove the tube, I want you to clinch, do you understand?” he asked.
Felicity nodded.
“Do you?”
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“Very good.” He slid the tube out slowly as not to hurt her. “All right, come with me.” He helped her out of the shower to the toilet. “Now, let go.”
“I don't want to do that with you standing here,” she protested.
“Four.”
“Isn't this punishment enough?!”
“Five. Now do as I say. I'm going to stand here until you do.”
“Why?” Felicity continued to fight.
“Six. Because this is part of your training. I'll explain further once you prove that you're ready to take this next step.”
; Felicity looked at him, should she use one of her safe words? She hadn't used any at this point, but he did say the game was changing and if this was any kind of indicator... did she still want to play? As promised, Alistair sat down in a chair facing her, crossing one leg over the other, hands resting comfortably in his lap. She looked at him, his face was a perfect mask of dominant alpha male, but it was also unreadable. She couldn't tell if he was angry, disappointed or bored.
“I'm waiting, Felicity,” he said in that calm, honey-crisp, British-accented voice.
She thought about what she'd lose if she called it quits. She'd never get to feel him inside her, his hands over her body again, bringing her to the edge and then pushing her over it. She closed her eyes.
“No. Open your eyes and look at me,” Alistair said.
“This is too weird.”
“Seven. You're causing yourself undo irritation by refusing to follow my commands. Is this going to be our deal breaker, Felicity?”
“No!”
“Eight. Then you know what I want from you.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Alistair.”
“Release,” was his one word command and Felicity found herself unable to hold it in any longer. It was beginning to become excruciating. She relaxed her muscles and let the flow go. The entire time, she looked at Alistair. His face was still in that unreadable mask, but she didn't have time to care at the moment. Feeling the relief of her evacuation was almost orgasmic. She moaned as she endured the process. Finally it was over and she did away with all the remains.
“Very good.”
“May I ask why you wanted to watch that, sir?” Felicity asked.
“Step into the shower.”
Guess not, she thought. Felicity did as she was told. She began to bathe, slowly, the way he'd taught her. He watched every movement from his chair. Alistair could feel his erection begging to be freed and touched. He dared not touch himself for fear that he'd lose control. There was something about Felicity that drew him to her. He been with his fair share of both men and women, beautiful and unique in their own way, but none had captivated him so. He was caught in an unbearable state of arousal as he watched her bathe. The slow sensuous movements of her hands as they roamed over her flesh, sliding into crevices he couldn't wait to slip his tongue into. He gasped and quaked from the mental image and he knew he needed to stop before he exploded.
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