The Pleasure Room

by Simmons, D. N.

  “Until you knew what?” Alistair looked at her, growing impatient. “Felicity answer me!”

  Tears started to flow again. “Until I knew you loved me as much as I loved you!” she yelled, before hiding her face in her hands.

  She loves me. The words took Alistair by surprise. He felt his heart tightening inside his chest as if caught in a powerful grip. The woman he loved, loved him back. It was the answer to everything he wanted to know about her. It's what he had to hold on to. It was also a double edge sword... the woman he loved who loved him also betrayed him.

  “Oh, God, why am I telling you this!” She cried into her palms, distorting her words.

  Alistair looked down at her, her vulnerability began to melt away his rage, but the feeling of betrayal was ever present and he had to address it. Kneeling down in front of her, he pulled her hands from her face.

  “Look at me, Felicity,” he said in a softer tone.

  She did, with tears running down her cheeks. “I love you so much, Alistair, that I couldn't think straight. I felt trapped. I'd made promises to people before I met you. I was trying to keep all of my promises to them and to you. I wanted you to trust me... to... to love me.”

  He reached up, wiping her tears from her cheeks with his thumbs. “My God, Felicity, you have no idea what you mean to me. How many times I wanted to tell you that I loved you, but wasn't sure how you felt about me.” He laughed now, feeling slightly ridiculous at his own apprehension to tell the woman he loved his true feelings.

  Felicity blinked several times as his words penetrated her guilt-ridden mind. “You love me?” she asked apprehensively. Another tear streaming down her face.

  Alistair nodded. “I think I fell in love with you the moment I saw you standing in the doorway. I would lose myself with you... I wanted to be lost with you.” He smiled. “I still do. I've never given anyone, male or female my heart or my soul. I gave that to you freely, now and always.” He rose and sat down on the bed beside her, taking her hands into his. “This night has been hell on us all.”

  “Are you breaking up with me?” Felicity asked, her voice shaky and fearful.

  Alistair sighed heavily. “No, Felicity. However, I will not tolerate any more lies from you. Not even little white ones. Our contract is over, I'm afraid. Your betrayal violated that, but our relationship can be amended.”

  “Does that mean you won't be my Dom anymore?” Felicity asked, disappointingly.

  “I'm always a Dom. It just means we have to redefine what our relationship will be.” He caressed her face as he leaned over, pressing his lips to hers in a gentle and loving kiss. When he pulled back, he laughed.

  “What's so funny?” Felicity asked.

  “My cum is still in your hair. I'm sure Allison has noticed this.”

  “Oh shit!” Felicity fussed. “This is so embarrassing.”

  “No matter now, we have a mayor to take down, remember.” He rose from the bed, hand extended.

  Felicity slid her hand into his and followed him out of the room back into the living room where Allison was just finishing booting up the computer.

  “You guys came back just in a nick of time. It's ready,” she said.

  Allison's gaze lingered on Felicity, as she read her friend's expression. From the look of it, the situation was going well, all things considered.

  “Where's the video footage?” Alistair asked.

  Felicity reached into her side pocket and produced the red lipstick case. “Here.”

  Alistair took it from her, examining it. “It actually has the audacity to function as real lipstick,” he said, removing the cap.

  “The USB is under the lipstick itself,” Felicity said.

  Alistair pulled the lipstick out and found the USB stick. He slipped it into the port on the laptop and all three waited for the file to load. When the folder was updated, he clicked on it and the video began to play. He watched a bit of the film with a sense of admiration.

  Allison scoffed. “Really? You're enjoying that?”

  “Aren't you?” Alistair asked her, giving her a knowing glance.

  “What's that supposed to mean?” Allison asked.

  “Under different circumstances, I'm sure you'd enjoy flogging a man who's given you complete trust and control,” Alistair said. “Which is why I'm so disappointed in Mistress V for her betrayal of that trust. I understand what you said, Felicity. Why she felt like she needed to do it. I just feel that maybe there was another way. One that would have kept her safe. If he began to demand services she didn't want to provide, she could have directed him to a Dominatrix who would.”

  “Just like that?” Allison asked.

  Alistair nodded. “It happens. Sometimes a sub needs more than what a Master or Mistress is willing to give. But there's always one who will gladly give them what they need. There can even be a transition period as the Dominants transfer ownership.”

  “Maybe she tried and that didn't work. Maybe that's why she felt betrayal was her only way out,” Felicity said. “We don't know what went on behind those closed doors, Alistair.”

  He remained silent as he reflected on Felicity's comment. As upset as he was about the Dominatrix's actions, he had to admit maybe she was justified.

  “This shit's too deep for me,” Allison said, throwing her hands up.

  “That's only because you're curious, but too afraid to see for yourself how much you'd enjoy it. I'm afraid you'd be a Domme where the sub would be topping from the bottom. At least until you get your footing,” Alistair criticized.

  “Whatever, I don't even know what all that shit means. Let's just make a video of this and keep it moving,” Allison said, feeling multiple tensions beginning to rise between them.

  Alistair snorted as he smirked. “I've just loaded the video into a movie maker. Who wants to edit it?”

  “I guess I will, I'm good at this,” Felicity said. She sat down on the sofa in front of the laptop, picking it up and placing it on her lap. She began cutting and slicing the video footage making a message out of it.

  Alistair sat back on the sofa, watching her at work. Even though he was still angry and hurt over the death of his butler, he knew he couldn't let anything happen to Felicity. He also knew he couldn't lose her.

  “How long is this going to take?” Allison asked her.

  “I don't know. It's like two hours of footage here. I'm trying to make a short video out of the best stuff while adding a political message. Give me a little time. Why don't you two go talk about your dormant Domme tendencies,” Felicity said, she really did think Allison could benefit from speaking with Alistair on the matter.

  “I don't have—”

  “—Yes you do,” Alistair interrupted yet another denial from Allison. “Let's give her some space.”

  He rose from the sofa and walked into the dining room, taking a seat. Allison sat across from him. She had to admit, the man was heart-stopping gorgeous. His beautiful jade green eyes were so bewitching and that mouth, damn! She could just see his lips sucking on her c—She stopped her sexual fantasies. Alistair was definitely Felicity's man and she wasn't going to ever violate that. But damn, he was a magnificent man. Maybe he had an identical twin somewhere?

  Alistair chuckled softly as he if read her mind.

  “What?” she asked.

  “What is the most assertive thing you've ever done in bed?” he asked her.

  “Whoa, that's personal. I don't feel comfortable discussing that kind of stuff with my best friend's man,” Allison said.

  “We're adults here.”

  “Yeah, but I just met you. Thanks for saving my hide and all, really I mean that. But asking me about my bedroom activities is a bit weird.” Allison blushed.

  Alistair laughed this time, more freely. It felt good to him to laugh like that. “Felicity doesn't mind. This was her idea, did you not hear her.”

  “Are you sure you even want to talk about this, after what happened?” Allison asked, frowning.


  Alistair thought about his butler and grimaced with a hiss. “Bernard was an exceptional employee, loyal and respectful of my privacy. He didn't deserve what happened to him. Doing what we're doing is the only way I can honor him. I just hope the police... the honest police will be able to help us track down these men.”

  “Why don't you call and find out?”

  Alistair shook his head. “I can't take the risk of them tracking us before we're finished doing what we have to do.”

  “Yeah, makes sense. Especially since we don't know who to trust.”

  “Or how many cops he has willing to kill for him,” Alistair growled.

  Allison could see his temper rising again and thought that maybe taking his mind off of their situation would be better, not just for him but for her as well. “Perhaps a distraction is what we all need.”

  Alistair looked at her. “A distraction... yes.. I could use one. I dislike feeling helpless... I need something to keep me calm.” He sighed. “So, what is the most domineering thing you've ever done in bed?”

  “See, that just gets stuff started and I don't know if I can handle that,” Allison said. “Like right now, I'm starting to think about that palamory shit you were talking about.”

  “Polyamorous,” Alistair corrected. “I've never been in a relationship before. This would be my first with Felicity. I'm not saying I want to have a 'threesome' with you as you had mentioned earlier. However, I'm not at all oppose to the idea.”

  “Felicity would be,” Allison said.

  Alistair narrowed his eyes, his grin widening. “Funny how you didn't say you are, though.”

  “That's what I meant,” Allison said, recovering.

  “No, it's not. I'm very good at spotting a person who is attracted to me. Even better at spotting a potential Dominant or submissive,” Alistair said.

  “I'm still getting over the fact that you're flirting with me.” Allison called out to Felicity. “Girl, do you know your man is over here propositioning me?”

  “Sounds like him,” Felicity said. She looked up from the computer. “But I should let him know that if I'm going to be doing any threesomes it's going to be guy-guy-girl.”

  Alistair laughed. “I can arrange that.”

  Allison looked at him. “Oh, you're really kinky. You ever suck a guy's dick before? Taken it up the ass?”

  “Oh, now you want to know about my bedroom activities?” Alistair shot back. “You answer my question and I'll answer yours.”

  “You messed up, Allison. That's how he gets you. He knows exactly what you want and need. Now your curiosity’s peaked and he'll run with it,” Felicity said.

  “This conversation is so fucking inappropriate.” Allison pouted seeing that she was tricked by a pretty face. “You're a slick-ass motherfucka, ain't you?”

  Alistair winked. “So, what's it going to be?”

  Allison sighed, giving in. “Fine. The craziest shit I've ever done in bed was slap a guy's face. He really liked it and so did I.”

  “Vanilla,” Alistair taunted.

  “Well, fuck you, too. We can't all be licking boots and getting boot heals up our asses,” Allison said.

  “But you very well could be the Mistress getting your boot licked with the right amount of training,” Alistair pointed out. “Seems like that would be right up your alley.”

  “You think so?”

  Alistair nodded. “You're far too assertive to be submissive, but you lack an outlet. I bet you feel like you don't have any control over your life. Everyone tells you what to do and you have to do it because your position details that you have little to no say. You want control don't you? You want to be on top.”

  Allison stared at him dumbfounded. “How... how did you know that?”

  “I know when someone is sexually frustrated and I know what it's going to take to release that frustration.” He leaned forward, so only she would hear. “I bet you'll cum harder than you ever had before with a male sub licking your pussy at your command after you whip him mercilessly while making him hold off his own orgasm.”

  Allison gasped as she licked her lips. “Holy shit, I'm going to need you to slow down. You're giving me a head rush.”

  Alistair smiled that charming smile of his, flashing his dimple.

  “I'm curious as to why you're asking me these questions. Are you going to be the one to teach me?” she asked.

  He sat back in his chair. “No. Like you said, it would be far too awkward. The training is extremely intimate and would require a certain level of trust and connectivity. However, I know someone who would love to... several somebodies to be more accurate.”

  “I'll think about it,” Allison said. She was thinking about it already and thinking hard about it, too. The mental image he painted for her damn near sealed the deal. “Okay, now answer my question.”

  “Yes and yes,” he said.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, I have sucked cocks before. I enjoy sucking cock and seeing my sub revel in the pleasure I am giving him just as much as I enjoy eating pussy and for the same reasons,” Alistair said. “I've also relished the pleasures of a man's cock in my ass and vice-versa.”

  “Damn, ain't no shame in your game.”

  “None.”

  “Okay, hold that flag up high. I ain't mad at you,” Allison said, giggling. “Girl are you done yet, damn?!” She looked at Felicity.

  “I just finished while you're over there rushing people!” Felicity shot back. “Oh, one more thing before I finalize this... Allison, can I have the names or badge numbers of those cops who attacked you.”

  Allison rose from her chair and walked into the living room followed by Alistair. She gave them to her and Felicity typed it in over a still of the footage.

  “Okay, now I'm done.” Felicity clicked a button on the keyboard. “Take a look and tell me what you think. I want to send this to every media outlet and blogger out there. I'm posting this shit on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Instigram, Google Plus, Tumblr and Blogger.”

  “Yeah, that'll fucking do it and it'll show him. Okay, let's see it,” Allison said, sitting down beside her. Alistair sat down on the opposite side of Felicity.

  All three watched the five minute video detailing the sexual exploits of the mayor along with his his own personal statements concerning his political views and the movements he's made that were contradictory. Then to top it off, she added the conspiracy regarding Jason, Mistress V also known as Veronica Daily and Bernard. She didn't say they were murdered, per say, but she did say they were missing.

  “It's good that you added that last bit to the video without claiming they were murdered,” Alistair said.

  “I didn't want the risk of being discredited in case they weren't. We don't really know for sure. Besides, this video along with our story will expose him if they are,” Felicity said.

  “Looks good to me, time to go viral,” Allison said.

  Felicity loaded the video on her social media accounts and on Allison's. Then she posted it to Veoh and Youtube. She sent the video to every single email on every single major news station and news paper around the country. Over two hours passed as Felicity and Allison took turns submitting the video, even to bloggers with large and small audiences.

  “This shit is taking off!” Allison said, seeing how many click, likes, shares, retweets, comments and views their links received. “My email is blowing up.”

  “Now, that you two have exposed the mayor, I'd like to call the police,” Alistair said.

  “Truth be told, I'm scared the other two will show up instead and we have to fight for our lives,” Allison said.

  “So we drive to the police station ourselves,” Alistair suggested. “We have to follow up on the report I made about my butler.”

  “I say call them again and find out if it's any truth to it. I want to call and report Jason missing, but I don't even have his last name or even where he lived or worked. Once he realized I was actually going to take the story, he go
t even more secretive,” Felicity said.

  “While you two were spreading the video, I was trying to contact Victoria. Still no answer,” Alistair said.

  “Maybe we should report her missing with the Chicago Police Department. I hope that's her real name,” Felicity said.

  “It's the only name she's ever given me. Could have been an alias for all I know. She doesn't have her own membership at my club, her account is handled through Dwight's membership. He used 'Mr. Pennyworth' under his account name, but I had to authenticate personal information for billing,” Alistair said. “So just as Gregory gave me your last name as 'Davenport' under his account... hers could be fake as well. It's common when my members want the utmost secrecy. In your case, I simply gave you a full membership.”

  “I know this is completely off topic, but why were you so pissed about Felicity's fake name if it's common that your members use one?” Allison asked.

  Alistair turned to her. “Because Felicity isn't supposed to lie to me, per the contract that we signed at the beginning of our relationship. That was her moment to come clean and she continued to perpetrate the lie. That is why.”

  “He really knows how to sound like a disciplinarian, doesn't he?” Allison remarked.

  “That's because I am. With the proper training, so will you,” Alistair said.

  “I still haven't decided if I'm going to take you up on your offer to have someone train me,” Allison said, feeling skeptical, but also excited about the possibility.

  “When you're ready,” Alistair simply stated. “We need to see if the news has reached the airwaves yet. I also think if we're going to call the police, it should be from that 'burner' phone I purchased.”

  “I was just thinking all of that.” She turned on the television, switching the channel to one of the twenty-four hour news stations.

  It didn't take long for the story to reach the attention of the media giants since the footage had been sent directly to them as well. The story had gone viral in the time span of an hour and already Mayor Dwight Goldberg was being questioned by the media camped outside his Goldcoast apartment.