The Pleasure Room

by Simmons, D. N.

  “Look, I know this guy apparently means a lot to you, but you're going to have to take a risk, too, on this one,” Allison said. “I'm willing to violate the rules and all for the team. But first we've got to get my ass inside.”

  “I've got it. I vouch for you, right. You get the membership and come to the club the night we do this. Hopefully, we can have it waiting with the bartender like it was for me. That way you can enter first, take the pictures and run. Later on, I'll show up in disguise asking for the same membership information---”

  “Stop, just stop with this stupid-ass plan you're trying to concoct.” Allison waved her hands in the air as she shook her head.

  “I'm trying to make this work,” Felicity said defensively.

  “You're trying to give me a damn headache. You're making it too complicated,” Allison said. “Look, just get me the membership. I'll pick it up and sneak in, take the pics and leave. When the shit hits the fan, you can call my cell and pretend to curse me out. I'll just claim I gave my membership to someone who wanted to remain anonymous. That way you look like the betrayed party. He may take pity on your goofy ass. At least until he finds out the truth one day.”

  “One day...” Felicity said, thoughtfully.

  Allison snorted. “I guess you plan on being married by then, huh?” she joked.

  Felicity didn't say anything, just made an offhand gesture as if to castoff the notion. Allison gave her a sideways glance that said she knew better.

  “Well, does my idea make more sense?” Allison asked.

  “Yeah,” Felicity conceded. “I need to call Gregory to see if he's willing to deal out a few more bucks.”

  “Yeah, cause I ain't paying for that membership.”

  Felicity called Gregory and he answered.

  “Hello Felicity, so nice to hear from you. How are things going?” Gregory greeted in his usual charming tone.

  “Pretty good.”

  “And our business?”

  “That's why I'm calling you. I hit a snag, but I'm working it out. I need your help.”

  “This isn't going to come back to me, is it?”

  “No. All I need is some minor funding.”

  “How much is 'minor'?”

  “Just enough for a day or week membership at the club.”

  “You know you need a reference for that club. I can't extend myself any more than I already have,” Gregory said.

  “I know. I'm not asking you to. I just need the money to get the membership. Can you help this last time? Please.” Felicity prayed he'd say “yes”. If he didn't, she didn't know where she'd get the money.

  Gregory thought about it for a little while then answered. “I'll give you the money. But none of this better trace back to me.”

  “It won't,” Felicity promised. And even if it did, I'd claim you were innocent.

  “Fine, I'll send it to you.”

  “Thank you so much, Gregory.”

  “You're welcome. Are you sure all of this is leading to our goal?” He asked, wanting reassurance on his investments.

  “This will be the final stretch. I swear,” Felicity said.

  “Very well. Talk to you later.”

  They ended the call and Felicity gave Allison a thumbs up.

  “Good, cause if he had said 'no' I was going to turn back around and finish my work,” Allison said.

  “You're still going to do that,” Felicity pointed out.

  “Yeah, but I would have given you an expression first that said, 'you're shit out of luck, girl'. Now I'm just going to return to my job with a sly nod.” And she did just that.

  Felicity laughed and turned around back to her tasks. When the work day ended, Allison and Felicity walked to their cars.

  “So, are you going to him tonight?” Allison asked.

  Felicity nodded. “Yeah.”

  “Have fun, kinky-ass.” Allison gave her friend a smile then walked off in the direction of her own car.

  Felicity chuckled as she approached hers and climbed inside. She couldn't wait to see what outfit Alistair had laid out for her this evening. She'd been dressed in all sorts of leather, vinyl, latex and lacy garments every night. Each one made her feel sexy in a variety of ways. The best part was waiting to see what Alistair was wearing. For the most part, he'd be in whatever suit he wore that day, which was just fine for Felicity. He looked damn good in anything he wore, but Felicity couldn't get the image of him decked out in all his leather the night she'd gone back to the club at his request. Before she signed the contract. She hoped he'd surprise her with it one of these nights. She pulled into the driveway just as her cell phone rang. She answered it.

  “My source said she could totally leave the door open for you, but that's it,” Jason said by way of greeting.

  “That's all I need. Tell her thank you so much,” Felicity said. Finally all of her ducks were lining up in a row.

  “Cool, I will. I'll call you with the date and time when it's all going down.”

  “Awesome, thanks.”

  They ended their call and she climbed out of her car. Bernard the butler let her in as he'd been doing every night. She was polite as usual and just as agreed upon, she made her way to the Pleasure Room. She went into the bathroom to freshen up. When she came out and looked on the leather table, there was nothing there.

  “So he wants me naked tonight. That's different,” Felicity said to herself. She went back into the den and settled down on the leather sofa, naked and ready. She decided to take out her laptop while she waited and started searching BDSM sites to past the time away.

  Chapter Nine

  Alistair stood in the entryway of the den, watching Felicity work on her laptop. He smiled as he looked at the intensity and curiosity in her eyes as they scanned over the pages of what he could see were erotic sites. Even more pleasing to his eyes was the fact that she was naked. How wonderful it was that she followed his commands so willingly. He was happy that she enjoyed the lifestyle he was introducing her to. Of course, he wondered if living with him would be something she'd want to consider. Would she still want to be with him long after their contract had ended? He couldn't deny the feelings he had for her. Oh, he tried. Tried like hell to brush them away, but they came back with every laugh. Every moan. Every joke she said and with every caress of her hand. He was bewitched and didn't quite know how to tread these uncharted waters.

  One day at a time, Alistair, he said to himself as he stealthy walked up behind her. He had three bags in his hand, an outfit he wanted her to wear that he'd never given any of his others subs, mainly because he never took them out of the boundaries of his Pleasure Room and into his personal life. But tonight would be different. Tonight he would let Felicity in a little and hope it didn't backfire. He looked at the screen, seeing the words “watersports” as the header.

  “My, my, Felicity,” he started and she screamed, nearly jumping off the cushions.

  “Jesus, you scared the hell out of me!” she exclaimed.

  “I see you were quite engaged in what you were looking at. Didn’t even hear me enter.”

  “No, Alistair, I didn't. Were you trying to sneak up on me, sir?” Felicity asked playfully.

  Alistair smirked, his dimple making another lovely appearance. “Maybe I was. So happy it worked.”

  “Well, I'm not, you damn near gave me a heart attack, sir,” Felicity said.

  “Watersports? I would have never guess that would be something you were interested in,” Alistair said, one eyebrow raised inquisitively.

  “I'm not,” Felicity replied. “But I was searching for more ideas to get into with the whole BDSM scene and came across that. I was curious.”

  “Hmm, I see.” Alistair came around the sofa and sat down beside her. He put the bags on the floor beside his legs away from Felicity's prying eyes.

  “So, I know you've been a Dom for a while now and you're all about liberating...”

  “Do you have a point you're trying to get to?” Alistair asked as
his gaze wondered approvingly over her body.

  “Have you ever, you know... did the whole watersport thing, sir?” Felicity asked.

  Alistair smiled. “There have been times when my subs required humiliation stimulation. A certain level of degradation and as their Dom, I made sure they were taken care of. That they didn't exceed what they couldn't handle.”

  “I don't want to do that, sir,” Felicity said.

  “I didn't think you would. Most of my subs don't.”

  Felicity thought about some of the other things she seen online. Stuff she couldn't believe people did. She wanted to know. “Have you ever done some of that other stuff? You know when they want you to--”

  Alistair held his hand up, cutting her off. “As experienced a Dom that I am, there are some things that exceed even my skill set. As I said before: I don't judge... but I do refer.” He gave a little chuckle at that.

  Felicity was relieved to know that he wasn't completely “liberating” in all things. She put her laptop aside and climbed onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

  “So, what are we going to do tonight, sir?” she asked seductively. She leaned forward, kissing both sides of his neck, his cheeks then her mouth found his, their tongues intertwining as they kissed.

  Alistair stroked his fingers down the sides of her torso to her hips then he reached back, grabbing handfuls of her ass and she moaned. He broke the kiss, planting two soft pecks on her lips before speaking. “Tonight, I'm taking you someplace special. I almost regret having to have you put garments on this exquisite frame, but I do have an event I need to attend and I'd like you to accompany me.”

  Felicity was shocked by his proposal, her mouth dropping open. Alistair leaned forward, locking his lips to hers and kissing deeply. The entire time they explored each other's mouths, she reveled in the fact that he wanted to take her out. Introduce her as his “date” or would he call her his “girlfriend”? She just didn't know but couldn't wait to find out. He pulled away and began planting soft kisses along the length of her neck. She held her head back, enjoying the feeling of his lips on her. She could feel his cock stirring, growing thicker and harder beneath the expensive fabric of his pants. Felicity began to grind her hips over his crotch, rubbing her exposed vagina against his clothed penis. Alistair shuddered, a moan escaping as the sensation rocketed through his loins.

  “Ahhhh, you're very naughty right now,” Alistair whispered, head dipping down to suck at her breast.

  “Maybe I need to be punished, sir?” Felicity implored.

  “That's just what I had in mind,” Alistair said, tossing her on the sofa and climbing on top of her. He planted desperate little kisses between her breasts and along her stomach as he made his way further down. Felicity arched on the cushions, fingers entangled in his hair as his tongue lapped at her pussy with an insatiable hunger. He sucked and licked, nibbled and moaned until she was thrashing against him, screaming his name. Felicity rocked beneath him, her thigh quaking against his cheeks as his mouth remained fastened to her, bringing her closer to the brink. Time seemed to stand still as he pushed her over the edge, shattering her into a thousand pieces as he rode her through her orgasm, savoring her very essence as it flowed into him. His own erection raging and aching for release. He reached between his legs, undoing his zipper and freeing himself. He began to stroke his cock as Felicity peaked for a second time. When she finally came down, he lifted his face and kissed his way up her stomach back to her lips, sharing the exquisite taste of her body.

  “Fuck me, Alistair. Take me!” Felicity panted when she was finally free to speak.

  Hard, leaking and more than ready, Alistair wasted no time driving himself into her. His body trembled as he slid deep inside her tight wetness. He pulled back, holding still, prolonging the need to take her again. When neither of them could deny their passion any longer, he pushed forward, burying himself deep within. His pace quickened as he rocked inside her, quaking with each thrust as the rhythmic motion of his hips delighted her in all the right places. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she pulled him closer and Alistair buried his face in her neck, inhaling her heady scent. He fucked her steadily, groaning as she flexed around him, milking his cock with each thrust.

  “Oh Fuck, Felicity!” he gasped. “You're driving me crazy.”

  “Cum inside me, Alistair. I want to feel you exploding inside me,” she panted as she locked her legs around his waist.

  “Cum with me,” he said between gritted teeth. The sensation so intense he could hold on no longer and neither could she. One shudder, two and he stiffened and roared as he came, filling Felicity as she pulsed around him, lost to her own climax.

  He collapsed on top of her, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. They lay there on the sofa, relaxed in each other's arms; a peaceful silence between them for what seemed like an eternity until finally, Alistair broke the silence.

  “We really should get ready,” he said, regretfully.

  “Is this a formal affair, sir?” Felicity asked.

  “Yes, and for tonight only, I give you permission to speak freely,” Alistair said. He couldn't very well have her calling him “sir” all night, not where they were going.

  “I hope I don't slip up,” she said with a giggle.

  “If you do, I'll have to punish you.” He slapped her thigh lightly.

  She laughed. “I think I might have something to wear,” she said after her laughter faded.

  “No need to worry. I have something I want you to wear. It's in those bags.” Alistair gestured to the three bags on the floor.

  Felicity sat up and looked at them. She couldn't help herself, she had to know what was inside. She scooted over to the bags and picked them up.

  “Wait,” Alistair ordered and she stopped. “We bathe first, then you see what's in the bags.”

  “Awwww, I want to see now,” Felicity pouted.

  “Should I count that as an infraction for later?”

  “You said I could speak freely tonight,” she reminded.

  “I didn't say you could disobey orders, though, did I?”

  Felicity thought about it. “No, I guess you didn't.”

  “Now, off you go, shower.”

  “Want to join me?”

  Alistair looked at her, his gaze raked over her longingly and he knew what would happen if they showered together. “Sure, why not. But we need to be quick about it.”

  “I'm sure we could manage that.” Felicity took the bags and walked up to Alistair's master bedroom with him following behind her.

  ~*~

  Felicity stood in front of the bags she had on the bed and removed a large silver box from one of them. Alistair walked up behind her, encircling his arms around her waist. He kissed the nape of her neck, then her shoulder.

  “I hope you like it,” he said against her skin.

  “I know I will.” She opened the box, pulled back the glittery tissue paper and gasped. “Oh my God, it's beautiful!”

  “I can't wait to see you in it,” Alistair whispered seductively into her ear, then he planted a soft kiss on the outer shell.

  “I love it.” Felicity reached into the box, feeling the softness of the silk fabric between her fingers. She lifted the long, flowing, emerald-green evening gown out of the box, taking a good look at the design. A deep V-cut trim in front with a generous split up the side sure to expose her left thigh, no doubt to Alistair's liking. “We must be going somewhere pretty fancy tonight.”

  Alistair stepped away from her, walking to his own amply stocked closet. “It's a charity fundraiser event. I'm throwing it for children's cancer research.” He opened his closet door and removed the tuxedo that was hanging on the hook.

  Felicity peeked at him from around the dress she was still holding. Just seeing him standing there naked made her want to forgo the night festivities and get back in bed with him. Even their little tryst in the shower wasn't enough to scratch that itch. Then again, she did feel quite s
ated once it was over, but looking at that dress and him, now slipping on a pair of silk boxer-briefs over his firm, muscular ass was rekindling her lust. Her eyes watched as he slipped his cock and balls into the front pouch of his underwear.

  He turned to Felicity. “Are you just going to stand there drooling over my body or are you going to get dressed?” he asked, with a half smile.

  “I wasn't drooling, just admiring,” she said, smiling slyly. “Besides, I have to curl my hair.”

  “Will that take long?” Alistair asked as he applied lotion to his body.

  “Not the way I do it. Besides, that super powered blow dryer of yours took care of half the job,” Felicity said. “I already have my curlers heating up.”

  She sat on the bed and put on the black, lace bra, panties and stockings. She unzipped the dress and slipped it on.

  Alistair pulled on his pants, zipped and buttoned them, then he walked over to her. “Let me.”

  Felicity turned around, revealing her back and Alistair zipped her up.

  “Fits perfectly,” he said, pleased.

  “Feels wonderful against my skin,” Felicity said, running her hands along the material.

  Alistair continue to get dressed. “I'm glad you like it.” He buttoned the last button on his shirt then picked up his diamond cufflinks.

  “I love it,” Felicity said. She watched him concentrating on slipping the cufflink through the holes. “Here, let me help.” She came over to him, taking over.

  Alistair watched intently as Felicity fastened his cufflinks. First one, than the other. Just having her that close to him, he could feel the energy between them. Their chemistry was electric and all consuming. Thoughts of her flooded his mind daily. Her smile and the way her eyes would light up when she looked at him. The sound of her laughter when one of his jokes tickled her the right way. The look on her face when she gave herself to him, trusted him and the ecstasy they shared in each other's embrace... all of it nearly devoured him whole. He wondered if she felt it too? Did she know just how much of his heart she'd already stolen? Could she possibly fathom what it meant for him to want her so passionately? He, who had vowed never to fall in love with one of his subs, but only to enlighten them and send them on their way. But this one, this brunette beauty had somehow done the impossible. She made him desire her beyond all reason. He had to have her. If he wanted to prove his intentions, he was going to have to take their relationship out of the bedroom and into the public. When the time came to tell her how he felt, he wanted her to know it was real. That what they had was real.