The Pleasure Room (11 page)

“You really believe that, don't you?”

Alistair nodded. “Didn't you tonight when you witnessed my two subs lost in the throes of passion?”

Felicity thought back to the man Alistair spanked and how his face looked so at peace. He was so aroused and his erection never faltered. She also remembered his orgasm and how much joy Alistair took in it.

“Are you bisexual?” she blurted out, after remembering the scene.

Alistair blinked, caught off guard by the question, but then he chuckled. “I don't deny myself anything in the pursuit of pleasure.”

“That doesn't answer my question.”

“If who I am must be defined, labeled... then yes.”

“Have you ever?” she prodded with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

Another unabashed laugh from Alistair. “Yes. I find beauty in both the male and female physiques.  I also enjoy the eagerness and unique qualities each has to offer.” He sighed. “We digress. I want to keep on track. Are you clear on the rules regarding your safe words?”

Well, there goes that.
She'd have to save that conversation for another day. “I do. Will you spank me with whips and crops and all that?”

“Yes.”

“Will you do that whole punishment thing if I disobey?”

“Very much so, yes.”

“What if I want to call it quits?”

“Then we call it quits. Both parties can end the contract at any time.” He shifted on the sofa making himself more comfortable. “There are situations, of course, that will null the contract.”

“What kinds of situations?”

“Of course, I can not force you to do anything you don't want to do. Everything is contingent upon your willingness to give me power over you. I will never force you, I am no rapist. If  you prove that you no longer want to grant me that permission, we end our contract.”

“All right, that seems fair.”

“A violation of trust, which I discussed earlier. If you abuse your safe words out of fear of trying something new while we are testing your limits, that is grounds for voiding the contract. As a rule of thumb, I offer you three instances throughout the duration of our contract term to misuse the safe words.  I do this because you are a beginner and may become easily overwhelmed. But please keep in mind the trust-building issue of our relationship.”

“What about sex?” She asked, biting her bottom lip.

Alistair couldn't help himself. He leaned forward kissing her and taking her by surprised. She didn't pull away, instead she leaned into him, opening her mouth to allow his tongue. He caressed the back of her head, fingertips lightly massaging her scalp as they kissed. She moaned just as he pulled away.

“I don't think sex will be a problem,” Alistair said with a sly smirk.

Felicity found herself blushing again like some goofy virgin. As much as she wanted to pretend it was all him taking her out of her element, she knew she'd be lying to herself. She wanted what he was offering. She wanted
him
.

“Okay, let me get this all straight,” she began. Alistair was silent, waiting. “I move in with you, to become your willing slave--”

“I prefer the term 'submissive',” Alistair corrected.

“All right, 'submissive'. I agree to let you do whatever you want to me?”

“All within the perimeters of our contract—yes. It's part of our trust-building dynamic.”

“I have to let you have sex with me whenever you want?”

Alistair nodded. “If I so choose, yes. But trust me, you'll want to have sex with me each and every time.”

Without meaning to, Felicity moaned and Alistair winked.  
Damn it,
she thought.
Just put all of your cards face-up on the table, why don't you?
 

“What if I’m really not in the mood?”

“If I can't get you in the mood—which I highly doubt will be an occurrence—simply say your safe word and I'll stop,” Alistair said.

“Will you be angry if that happens?” she asked, getting to one of her obvious concerns.

“That depends on the circumstances, now doesn't it? If you are truly upset, I'd want to discuss it, of course.”

“What if I don't want to talk about it?”

“The contract states that you concede to me on all things. There are allowances, as we discussed, but I'm afraid I'd have to draw that line at mere conversation. I'd answer any and all questions you'd have of me, I expect the same courtesy and respect in return.”

“All right, fine,” Felicity said, with a castoff shrug.

“I'm serious.”

“I know. I said, fine.”

“
Yes, Alistair
,” he corrected.

Felicity scoffed.

“See, that right there won't be tolerated, either,” he pointed at her. “You might as well get used to this if we're going to take it any further.”

Felicity huffed, her lips drawing tight. After a few seconds, she relented. “Yes, Alistair.”

“Very good.”

She turned, looking around the room. “How did I get here, having this conversation with you?”

“You came so hard, you nearly passed out,” Alistair reminded. “Not to mention you flooded the floor and coated my hand and mirror with your orgasm. Sexy stuff—that. I love watching my subs cum.”

Felicity gasped, her mouth dropped open in shock.

Alistair gave her a devilish smile. “Hold that position,” he teased as he rose from the sofa, fingers going to his zipper.

Felicity yelped and slapped his hands away from his crotch. “I didn't sign that contract yet, calm down,” she said, with a giggle. Seeing that he had a sense of humor put her a lot more at ease. Maybe this was something that could be fun. It was definitely going to be interesting.

Laughing, Alistair sat back down. “So, about the contract... should I draw it up? Is there anything else you want to discuss. Please think carefully on this, because once it's signed, it's finalized.”

Felicity paused as she ran through everything she could possibly think of that might be a red alarm for her. She came up blank. “No, I think that's everything.”

“So, this is something you really want to do?” Alistair asked, watching her closely for any sign of doubt.

“I think I'm crazy for even considering this. But I can't deny how you make me feel or what I felt out there. I... I think I want to do this,” she said as she fidgeted with her hands.

Alistair looked down at her hands, seeing how nervous she was. He placed a hand over her knee and she jumped. He arched an eyebrow. “I think you may need some time to think about this and what it really means to commit yourself to this contract. You're still too unsure and that's all right, but I don't want you to enter if you really aren't ready. I will ask a lot of you and push you further than you've ever been, so you need to be sure.”

“I am sure,” Felicity said in her defense.

“Not quite. Take some time to consider it. Get back to me within forty-eight hours. If I don't hear  from you within that time frame, I'll assume you've decided against it,” Alistair said as he rose from the sofa.

“And if I call you by the time I get home and say I want in, then what?” Felicity asked, looking up at him. She hoped she didn't appear as desperate as she felt. She didn't want to miss her opportunity to get to know this amazing man more intimately. But she also wanted to know if he was right about her. Was this her world, too?

“If, by the time you make it home and you want to pursue this. You call me, I'll draw up the contract. You and I will both sign it tomorrow. Once that is finalized, we will both take the standard STD test. I'm clean, of course, but it's really better to be safe rather than sorry. I want you to enter this relationship with a clear conscience.” Alistair held his hand out to her and she took it. He helped her rise from the sofa.

“What if it comes back with bad news?” she asked.

“Is there something I should know?” Alistair asked, eyebrows cocked.

Felicity blinked and frowned. “I'm clean! You're the one with the sex club. People depositing fluids all over the place.”

Alistair laughed. “All of my members are all negative for that reason alone. The test is for our peace of mind.”

“Fine. We'll take the tests. After the results clear us, then what?” she asked, getting back on track. It was far too easy for her to get lost in the depths of his gaze. She had found herself zoning out here and there when he was speaking.

“You move in and we begin your new life.”

He walked back to his desk and wrote something down on a rectangular card. Then he returned to Felicity, handing her the card. “My number for when you're ready to reply to my offer.”

“Is this your private number?” she asked, taking the card and looking at the digits. Just the number, no name.

“Yes. Please take care of it.” He kissed her hand. “Until you make your final decision, then.”

He's kicking me out!
She thought.

“Sure, until then, I guess.” She took the hint and slid her hand from his fingers. Even that little contact was enough to stiffen her nipples.

Alistair walked over to where her discarded red, silk panties lay in ruin and picked them up from the floor. She looked at him, finding it hard to turn away. He lifted the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply with a moan. Felicity blushed for the millionth time that night.

Alistair grinned as he twirled the panties around one long, elegant finger. “I'll hold on to these.”

Stunned and facing a brand new bout of arousal, Felicity turned and walked out of his office before anything else could happened. It took her a minute to find the exit. The cool night breeze helped clear her head and she was grateful for the reprieve. The brisk air hitting her nether region, a little reminder of the allure that man had. Alistair Whatever-His-Last-Name-Was happened to be her Kryptonite.

Am I living life a little too dangerously if I decide to sign that contract?
she wondered.

Felicity walked to her car, climbed in and drove home. She closed the door to her apartment and took off her boots. Sitting down on the sofa she began scrolling through her text messages. Allison had tried to reach her twice.  It was too late to call her back, she'd just have to see her in the morning. Her mind was jumbled with thoughts about her current predicament. Even after a hot shower, she tossed and turned throughout the night. It was well after three in the morning before she actually drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Five

Alistair slowly stroked his shaft as he lay in bed. His fingers circling the crown as they ran along the ridge. He shuddered as his eyes closed, fantasizing about the prospect of training another sub and one with such spirit. It was going to be exhilarating. Looked like he was working towards giving himself his second orgasm for the night. After Felicity left, he went back to the dungeon to tend to the red head. By the time he came to her, she was begging for release. It didn't take long with the vibrator before she was screaming in passion. Normally, he would have sated himself with her. But whenever he was planning to commit himself to a new submissive, he refrained. After tending to her, he went back to his office and worked himself to completion.

The muscles in his arm twitched uncontrollably as he slid his fingers over a sensitive spot and he gasped. He was close, so very close. He wanted to drag it out, but couldn't. He pumped faster, his toes curling as he hips thrust upward. He was coming, no mistaking that sensation. Alistair threw his head back, roaring as he exploded. Creamy spurts splashing on his chest, stomach, thighs and fist as it ran down in rivulets. He shook as he coaxed the last his orgasm from his cock before falling back on the bed, weak and spent but very satisfied.

After laying there for a few minutes, he rose and walked into his master bathroom. Taking a wash cloth, he wet it, soaped it up and cleaned himself off. He walked back into his bedroom and climbed under the sheets. A quick glance at the clock told him it was nearly four in the morning. After letting loose a load like that, twice in one night, he was more than ready for the deep sleep that embraced him.