The Pleasure Room

by Simmons, D. N.

  “That's enough,” Alistair said, clipping each word.

  Felicity stopped midway as she was bathing her legs. She wasn't done, but if he wanted her to stop, she did. She rinsed off the way he taught her, running her hands over her skin as the water cascaded over her.

  “I said that's enough.” Alistair rose, opening the door.

  She yelped, having been taken by surprise. He turned off the water and handed her a towel.

  “Be quick,” he said, then he left the bathroom.

  She arched her eyebrow, confused, but began to dry off.

  ~*~

  Alistair stood with his back towards the bathroom door. He forced himself to calm down and stay in control of his emotions. When Felicity exited the bathroom, he turned, gesturing for her to come closer.

  “Put this on,” he said once she was standing beside him. He handed her the leather harness.

  “As you wish, sir,” Felicity said. She was beginning to enjoy the name play. She took the outfit—if one could call it that—from him and examined it. “Ummm, how do I put it on, sir?”

  Alistair gave her directions and she managed to wrap herself in it.

  “Exquisite.” Alistair's gaze was all consuming as he stared at her.

  Felicity somehow felt more exposed with the harness than she had when she was completely naked. Leather straps lay in crisscross patterns over her torso leaving her breasts propped up and bare. Even the leather covering between her legs was crotchless.

  “How do you feel?” he asked her.

  “Like I'm more naked than when I was naked, sir,” Felicity replied.

  “Certainly you have other emotions stirring inside you.”

  Felicity took the time to reflect on her state of mind. Yes, she was feeling a bit overexposed, but she was also feeling extremely sexy. The way Alistair looked at her as if he was relishing the very sight of her made her feel like she had power over him. She felt powerful.

  “Sexy,” she offered.

  “And what else?”

  “Powerful,” she said with complete honesty.

  Alistair nodded approvingly.

  “Alistair, about my earlier question. I really need to know why, sir.” Felicity needed to understand everything that she was going through or forced to go through.

  “During the duration of our contract, I will ask you to do all sorts of things. Many of which will most likely be your first time. I need you to feel that connection with me. I need you to trust me and to feel comfortable being around me. It's the only way you're going to let go,” Alistair said.

  Now, it all made sense. Ever since leaving the bathroom, she felt closer to Alistair. Even when she'd been bathing, she felt free. She figured if she could do that in front of him and he not judge her... everything else was easy.

  “Now, unfortunately, you've managed to earn yourself eight infractions. Albeit, it's an improvement from day one and even day two... we still have a ways to go,” Alistair said as he began to walk towards the St. Andrews cross. “Felicity, I'm sure you can imagine what I want you to do next.”

  “I hope it's breathe, because this contraption I'm wearing is tight as hell,” Felicity complained.

  Alistair fought the laugh that threatened to erupt from him at her comment. There was a slight lift at the corners of his lips but he kept it together. He had to for her benefit.

  “That's going to cost you an infraction,” He said after he gathered himself. “Come here.”

  Felicity walked to him and he began to adjust the straps in certain places, alleviating the pressure on her rib cage.

  “Is that better?” he asked.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good. Now, press your back against the cross.”

  Oh my God, it's actually going to happen, Felicity thought. A bit timidly, she stood with her back pressed against the cool leather.

  Alistair stepped close, tying her wrists to each corner. Then he knelt, doing the same to her ankles. Rising, he strapped her in by the waist.

  “As you know, Felicity, I have to punish you for your blatant disobedience. Do you know why I must do this?” Alistair asked her.

  “Because you get off on it.”

  “Ten and yes, that is true, but what is the real reason.”

  “Because you told me I need it, sir.”

  “You do. You need discipline. Now, do you think you deserve this?”

  That's a fucking trick question, Felicity thought.

  “Felicity?”

  She thought about the answer she wanted to give, then she thought about the one he wanted to hear. The one that would keep her free of another infraction.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Alistair wasn't going to make it easy for her. He had watched her mental struggle and he was going to need her to dig deeper for the truth.

  “Why did you say 'yes'?” he asked.

  Son-of-a-bitch! Now she had to think of why she gave him that answer. Was there any truth to it?

  “Felicity, I want your honest answer.” Alistair stood in front of her, hands gripping her hips.

  “I don't know, sir.”

  “I did ask for honesty, didn't I?” he sighed. “I'm teaching you how to be strong and that takes discipline. Becoming submissive isn't something anyone can just do. It takes a great deal of fortitude to accept the will of another and still be in control of yourself.”

  “I don't feel in control, Alistair,” Felicity said.

  “You don't know you are, I'm teaching you to recognize the power within you. The power to submit and enjoy submitting.” He reached up, running his fingers gently over the tender flesh of her cheek. “Tonight, you will understand.” He walked away towards a table with all kinds of sexual paraphernalia spread out on top of it. “These are the items I purchased especially for you.” He turned and in his hand was a thin cane with a feathered tip.

  Felicity's eyes bulged as he approached her, menacing-looking cane in hand. “I don't want you to use that, sir,” she said in panic.

  “You have your safe words. If you feel like you need to use them, do so. However, remember the rules about using them,” Alistair said, then he ran the feather tip over her body, lightly brushing her nipples and she moaned. “Are you ready for your punishment?'

  “Not really, sir.”

  “How many strikes have you earned, are you keeping track?”

  “Ten, sir.” Her voice trembled with the fear and anticipation she felt.

  “Very good. While I'm dealing out your punishment, I want you to count each lick.”

  “Yes, sir,” Felicity said, growing more and more nervous as he stood there.

  Alistair's hand roamed over her stomach, feeling the flatness under the leather straps. He could see the goosebumps and feel the heat rising on her flesh where he touched her and he smiled. A pleasant reaction if ever there was one. Then he went into action, lightly hitting her with the thin cane and she cried out.

  “Felicity, stay focused and count.” Alistair said.

  She gasped but called out the first number.

  “Excellent.” He rubbed the stinging spot with the feathered tip then struck again.

  Felicity yelped and counted.

  Again he struck and she yelled, then counted. He did it repeatedly over exposed ass cheeks and thighs until she gave the final count of “ten” and then he ran his fingers over the red welts that had risen on her pale skin.

  “So lovely,” he said, smiling at his handiwork.

  “How is that lovely?” Felicity remarked and he struck her again for speaking out of term and she yelped.

  “It's a lovely pattern on your skin. A testament of your devotion to me. Of the trust we're building.” He ran his fingers over the patterns feeling the heat coming from them and he knew Felicity could still feel the sting. “Let me ask you something, Felicity... do you want me to stop?” He watched her face carefully as he awaited her reply.

  So many emotions ran through Felicity's mind. She could still feel the stinging se
nsation on her skin where the cane had left its mark. She could also feel the wetness between her legs grow slicker. Did she really want him to stop? Was she really enjoying being spanked? Is this what Alistair meant by giving her 'what she needed'?

  “Felicity, you know I don't like waiting for an answer to my questions,” Alistair warned.

  “No...I—I...” her voice trailed off.

  “Yes, Felicity? Tell me what you need.”

  “Don't...don't stop,” she said in a voice barely audible.

  “Speak up. Don't be ashamed of this, embrace it. Tell me what you want.”

  “I don't want you to stop... I... I trust you,” she said. Tears fell down her cheeks and he leaned forward, tongue darting out to catch them. Then he kissed her cheeks.

  “Don't cry because you are discovering something about yourself you didn't know existed. Allow me to show you so much more. Are you ready, Felicity?”

  “Yes.” She nodded.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He smiled then struck. Felicity cried out again and again with each contact with the cane. Soon she began to disconnect from the pain and the only thing left of her was sensation. It was as if she drifted from herself, but she was still connected to her physical being. It was one of the most amazing feelings she'd ever felt. Delirium and ecstasy and a bunch of other things she had no words to describe. She didn't even realize when the blows stopped. Dimly she became aware of Alistair holding her, caressing her and talking to her. His masculine, British-accent penetrated her drifting mental state and anchored her.

  “You did very well, Felicity. I'm so proud of you. Come back to me,” Alistair was saying, over and over again. “Thank you for trusting me, sweetheart.”

  “Alistair?” Felicity mumbled his name.

  “Yes... It's all right. I'm here with you. You're safe. You're all right,” he said as he gently stroked her hair and kissed her face.

  “What was that?” she asked, still in a daze.

  “You're just coming down, now. I want you to stay focused on my voice.”

  “Huh?” she said.

  He chuckled. The sound rumbling through his chest sent vibrations through her breast as he pressed close to her.

  “I feel... so... weird... but in a good way,” Felicity said. “Ow!”

  “What?”

  “That hurts, those welts.”

  “I know, that's part of the experience. You went into what I call an unconscious state of consciousness, best known as subspace. It happens when endorphins and epinephrine chemicals are released. It's a natural high. Truly beautiful to behold... transcending. I'm so very proud of you Felicity... such a significant breakthrough we've made.” Alistair smiled again and kissed her more passionately than he had before and that was saying a lot.

  Felicity leaned into his kiss as far as she could before the restraints reminded her of her predicament. She moaned, but settled back against the leather. Her eyes trailed over his body and she smiled when she saw the huge tent in the crotch of his pants.

  Alistair pulled away then he followed her gaze and knew why she was smiling. “Take pride in that, my dear,” he said, turning and walking back to the table to put the cane down. He looked over his tools and selected a new one. When he turned around, Felicity saw that he was holding a silver vibrator with ridges along its length.

  “This isn't another punishment, is it, sir?” Felicity asked, hoping it wasn't.

  “No. This is your reward for making such a promising breakthrough. But I must warn you, Felicity. You are not to cum without my permission, do you understand?”

  “Yes, Alistair.”

  “Wonderful. Relax and enjoy,” he said as he switched the vibrator on. The little device began to buzz in his hand and he touched it to her body and she quaked at first contact. He teased her nipples with it as his fingers trailed over her sensitive spot. He worked her into a frenzy before probing the vibrator between her legs.

  Felicity arched and gasped as the vibrations hit her clit. Alistair leaned forward, kissing her, his tongue pushing past her lips, exploring her mouth. Felicity moaned against him as he slid the vibrator inside of her. He broke the kiss and began licking and sucking his way down her body. He paused at her breasts, giving them special attention for several long moments. He circled his tongue around one nipple before sucking it into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive tip. Switching, he did the same to the other until Felicity was writhing against her bindings.

  He looked up at her. “Do you like that, Felicity?” His lips went back to work on her nipple.

  Felicity moaned in response. “Yes, sir.” She began to pant, her moans growing louder and more frequent as the muscles in her legs tightened around his hand.

  He pulled the vibrator away.

  “Did I not tell you about cumming without my permission?” Alistair warned.

  “But I wasn't, sir.”

  “You were very close. Felicity, do not disobey me again.”

  She looked at him, the seriousness in his expression and she nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good.” He knelt in front of her, teasing her with the vibrator along the folds of her center before returning it to its previous position. Felicity gasped as the pleasurable device slid deeply inside her, vibrating along her walls, sending shocks of unbridled ecstasy through her core.

  “So beautiful,” Alistair said as he watched her expression of sheer wanton enjoyment.

  He licked a trail from between her breast down the length of her stomach, his tongue circling and dipping into her navel. He worked the vibrator in and out of her, making sure to brush her clit with each stroke. Felicity wanted to grab handfuls of his hair, but she couldn't. All she could do was watch him master her body. He moved lower until his tongue brushed between the folds of her pussy.

  “Oh shit!” Felicity said, overwhelmed by pleasure.

  With a relentless abandon, he sucked and licked at her center, moaning as he did creating an even more intense sensation along with the vibrator. He opened his eyes, looking up at Felicity as he devoured her. Lapping at the juices as they flowed freely into this mouth.

  Remembering his orders, she began to beg for release. “Please, sir, oh please let me cum!” she panted.

  Alistair pulled back, denying her.

  “No.”

  Felicity cried out. “Please, please, don't stop,” she pleaded.

  Alistair laughed then leaned forward, darting his tongue between her legs, teasing her clit with gentle brushes. Just enough to make her jerk with each touch.

  She growled her frustration and thrashed against her bindings.

  “I thought this was supposed to be my reward, sir?” she asked with more attitude than necessary.

  “That tone will not get you want you want,” he said, one eyebrow cocked.

  “I'm sorry, Alistair.” Felicity settled back against the cross, even though it was difficult for her to do so.

  Alistair ran the vibrator along her calves, then back up her thighs. “This is your reward. I just want to make sure you really appreciate it when you finally get it.”

  Without warning, he dived in again. Tongue and vibrator working in unison to bring Felicity back to the edge. She panted and gasped, whimpered and whined as he pressed his face harder to her, sucking her clit between his lips with a technique that would have made Cupid jealous. Felicity pulled against her restraints as she began to feel that wave building.

  “Oh, Alistair, please! Please don't stop! Don't... don't.... please...cum...” Her breath came in labored gasped as she struggled to speak the words he wanted to hear.

  Alistair increased his speed adding more pressure as his lips and tongue licked and sucked. The vibrator rubbed that spot deep inside of her so perfectly, it was driving her insane with pleasure.

  “Cum for me, Felicity” he said against her flesh, his words slightly muffled.

  That was all she needed to hear, she let go, relishing in the intense org
asm he coaxed out of her. She thrashed against the cross, the bind around her waist keeping her in place for the most part. Alistair was relentless as he brought her through her climax. He swallowed as she flooded his mouth with the release of her pleasure. Felicity could barely catch her breath as his tongue gently suckled the folds of her pussy, licking straight down the middle and dipping inside with a little wiggle at the tip of his tongue. It was enough to drive Felicity into a frenzy. Moments later, he pulled back, removing the vibrator and tossing it on the floor. Quickly, he undid the binding on her ankles. He rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then reached up, undoing Felicity's binds from her wrists, then the one from around her waist.

  “On your knees,” Alistair commanded. His cock was raging against his zipper and he was aching to free himself.

  Felicity knelt before him, she licked her lips, eager for what she knew was coming next.

  “You know what I want.” He looked down at her, one eyebrow cocked.

  Felicity smiled mischievously and shook her head. “I need you to tell me what you want me to do, sir.” she teased, knowing her delay was most likely driving him insane with anticipation. And a big part of her was loving that.

  Alistair smirked, seeing her game for what it was. He reached down, twisting a handful of her hair in his fist, yanking her head upward as he leaned down. It was more of a shock to her than painful. It also excited her to see him so aggressive.

  “You will suck my cock until I cum and you will not stop until I tell you to, do you understand?” Alistair demanded.

  Felicity nodded. “Yes, Alistair.”

  He released her, straightened himself and waited. Felicity began to unbutton his pants, then she pulled down the zipper. She slipped her hand inside his silk boxer brief, finding his erection. Slowly, she stroked it, smiling as she watched him twitch from her touch. Pulling his erection free from his briefs, she leaned forward, her mouth opening to take him inside. Alistair shuddered as she enveloped him in the tight, hot wetness of her lovely mouth. He threw his head back, reveling in the stimulation of her lips and tongue.