The Pleasure Room (14 page)

“May I have a washcloth … Alistair?” she asked, adding his name as an afterthought.

“No.”

“I'm just supposed to run the soap over my body like some chick in a
Dove
commercial? Not even a loofa?” Felicity asked, incredulously. She knew she was sort of overreacting, but having him sitting there, watching her bathe... she didn't know how to take it. Part of her was so aroused and the other half was nervous as hell.

“Seven.”

“Oh, fine, never mind.”

“Eight.”

“I'm sorry, Alistair. Never mind, sir.”

Another approving smile as he gestured for her to go on.

She picked up the shower gel from the shelf. After reading the label, she knew it was more expensive than anything she ever purchased in the stores. Especially since she'd never seen the brand before. She squirted a generous amount of the fragrant gel into the palm of her hand and placed the bottle back on the shelf. She began to rub the gel over her shoulder and arms in brisk circles.

“Slow down. Take your time, explore your body,” Alistair instructed.

Felicity tossed him a quick glance, but she also slowed down her 'bathing'. She decided to add more gel, this time to both hands. Slowly, she caressed her breast, fingers lathering her nipples until they grew hard. She trembled as her other hand lathered between her legs, fingers dipping just deep enough to brush her clit.

Alistair moaned, pleased with what he was witnessing. He watched her massage herself, her mouth open, panting as she brought herself closer to climax. When he knew she was nearly there he intervened. “Stop.”

Felicity opened her eyes, looking at him. She could feel the blood rushing to her face as she pulled her hands away from her body. She couldn't believe she was actually touching herself like that in front of him. The whole act had been so … what was the word she was looking for …
forbidden.... exciting.

“Finish bathing,” Alistair ordered.

Disappointed, she added more gel and ran her hands over her entire body, slowly, the way he wanted, but she avoided her already teased erogenous zones. After rinsing off, she climbed out and he wrapped a thick, large towel around her so soft, it felt like a cloud. At least the way she imagined clouds would feel.

“Follow me,” Alistair said, before turning and walking away.

Naked except for the modesty the towel offered her, Felicity trailed behind him back down the private staircase and into the den with its dimmed lighting, dark blue wallpaper and gorgeous hardwood floor. Alistair sat down on the leather sofa again, crossing one leg over the other as she remained standing.

“Remove the towel,” he commanded.

She did as she was told, dropping the towel in a heap at her feet.  Alistair's lips curled slightly upwards at the corners. He reached over, lifting up a leather glove that had been laying on the cushion beside him. Felicity wondered what he was going to do with it as she watched him slip it on his right hand. Carefully, he adjusted the fingers, making sure the glove was on properly.

“I thought we weren't going to have sex until we both took our tests?” Felicity reminded.

“Nine.”

“I'm serious...Alistair.”

“No need to worry. Today is your introduction, there will be no sex between us,” Alistair said. “I have already taken my test last night. You will take yours tonight. I've already made arrangements for you.”

“You just assumed I was going to sign that contract? What if I changed my mind?” she asked.

“Ten.”

“
Damn it.
”

“Eleven.”

“Go to hell.”

“Twelve.” He gave her a challenging look as if to say,
I can do this forever.
 

She remained silent and he nodded approvingly.

“To answer your ill-presented question, I always prepare for whatever situation might arise. Had you failed to sign the contract, I would have simply canceled the appointment. However, you did exactly as I thought you would do because you
want
to be here. You
need
to be here, with me.”

“May I ask what are you going to do now, Alistair?” Felicity asked, remembering the protocol.

He sighed. “Well, you've manage to earn yourself twelve infractions in less than an hour. I believe that is a record, I might add. I would have you lay across my lap.” He sat with both arms draped over the back of the sofa, looking at her expectantly.

Felicity bit her bottom lip as she stood there watching him.

“Thirteen,” he added as he uncrossed his legs in preparation.

With a huff, she walked over to him, lowering herself on the cushion beside him. She leaned forward over his lap and laid down lower until her body was on top of his. Her exposed ass directly in his lap.

“Very good,” Alistair praised as his leather-clad hand rubbed the soft mounds of her ass. He trailed a finger up her spine all the way to the nape of her neck, then back down again. He traced the crack of her ass down to her inner thighs. There he caressed the back of her thighs, knee and calves. He ran his hand over her body, lightly touching and tickling her, so much she began to squirm in his lap.

“Ow!” Felicity belted out as she felt the sharp sting of his slap on her left cheek.

“Remain still.”

“Yes, Alistair.” she replied with a frown. She was happy he couldn't see her face, at least not at that angle.

He went back to touching, caressing and tickling her delicate areas. She struggled to stay still in his lap. Every ounce of her wanted to grind against him, she wanted to feel his fingers inside of her, not just brushing over her. She began to get excited when his fingers slipped between her legs. Unfortunately, he pulled away, just another tease. She tried to turn so that she could see his face,
but then
his hand came down hard on her ass and she cried out.

“Lie still,” Alistair commanded.

Felicity forced herself to lay there, even though she knew what was coming. Alistair ran his hand along her cheeks, then he raised it.

“Ow!” Felicity yelped as his leather-clad hand came down hard on her again.

“Count out loud,” Alistair commanded.

“What?” she asked, slightly confused.

“Fourteen. I said count out loud.”

Another hit.

“Ow! Four!” Felicity said.

Alistair paused. “Your arithmetic skills are alarmingly inadequate.”

“Sir...” Felicity panted. “That would have been the fourth time you hit me, Alistair,” she informed.

“Correction, those other times were because you were moving. They were given to correct your current behavior. These are ones you've earned,” Alistair corrected.

“But if that's the case, isn't that two, sir?” Felicity asked.

“One was to get your attention. The second was the first of your punishment. Unfortunately, you did not count it out, so we're still at the beginning. You have fourteen infractions.. unless of course you want to add more by insisting on defying me by not counting,” Alistair said, hand poised above her ass.

“No, Alistair. We are at one,” Felicity acquiesced.

“Yes we are.” Alistair brought his hand down, leather on skin.

“Ow! One, Alistair.” Felicity began the count.

Another smack.

Felicity hissed. “Two, Alistair.”

 He slapped her over and over again in the same place, each impact stinging her cheek. Then he switched to the other side, turning her skin a nice bright red. The entire time she kept count during her punishment, she felt a strange sense of eroticism about the act. The other part of her felt humiliated and angry. She couldn't understand why she laid there on his lap and allowed him to spank her, let alone count off each hit. On top of all that, she felt a stirring deep inside of her because beneath her, she could feel Alistair's erection poking her lower abdomen and knew he was aroused by what he was doing.

“Fourteen, Alistair,” she said finally. Her ass was stinging in two places and she felt a multitude of emotions she couldn't understand.

“You may rise,” Alistair said, allowing her to sit up.

Felicity wiped the tears from her cheeks, ashamed that she was crying at all.

“Shhhhh, it's all right,” Alistair said, taking her face into his hands and wiping her tears away with his thumbs. “What do you feel?” he asked.

“Pissed, Alistair,” she spat out.

“There's more to it than that, Felicity.” Alistair studied her face carefully.

“I don't know what I feel, I'm pissed at you, that's all I know,” Felicity answered as best she could as she struggled to gain control over her emotions.

“One.”

She looked at him, gathering her thoughts and now realizing he'd just given her a new infraction.

“Please don't. I'm trying, Alistair,” she begged. Then her lips drew in a tight line.
Did I just beg him to forgive me?
She was shocked by her own actions.

“You must learn. The infraction stands,” Alistair said. “Now, tell me what you feel.”

Felicity sniffed and took a deep breath. “Humiliated, sir.”

“Yes, go on.”

“Embarrassed, sir.”

“More.”

“Confused, Alistair.”

“And what else do you feel?”

Felicity didn't know if she could be that honest with herself, let alone him.

“Felicity, I asked you a question.” The tone in Alistair's voice was forceful and she locked eyes with him.

“Horny,” she muttered, barely loud enough for him to hear.

“What was that?” he prodded.

She took another deep breath and released it. “Horny, Alistair” she repeated, but this time more loudly. With that revelation, she began to cry again.

Alistair pulled her closer, wrapping her in his warm embrace. He stroked her hair gently as he comforted her. “It's all right, my dear. This was beautiful and the very beginning of your breakthrough.”

“How is this beautiful?” Felicity asked.

“Two.”

Felicity pulled away and looked at him. “Oh God, really? You're punishing me again?” she fumed, but for some reason, she couldn't be angry with Alistair. Not like she wanted to be... though she
should
be.

“Three. Yes. This is your learning experience and it is imperative that I stay the course. I wouldn't be doing you justice by slacking in any way,” Alistair enlightened. “Now to answer your question; it is beautiful because you are just beginning to discover yourself. Cast away these feelings of shame and remorse. They have no place here and you have no need of them any more.”

“You're saying that I liked being spanked even though it hurt, Alistair?” Felicity asked, remembering the proper way to form her question.

Alistair nodded. “You did enjoy it. Every minute of it to be exact. I could feel the heat between your legs rise against my thigh, even now, there's a wetness.”

Both he and Felicity looked down at his lap and he was right. Where she had lain over him, there was a moist stain on his thigh near his crotch.

“Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed,” she squeaked and covered her face.

Alistair pulled her hands down. “There will be none of that. I told you, you needn't be ashamed of what you feel. Never be ashamed of your desires, of the passion that flows through you, release it.”

“How? How do I release it, Alistair?” Felicity asked, as she remained captivated by his words.

“By letting me show you everything you've been concealing,” Alistair said, with a charming smile. “Sit in my lap.”

Felicity did as she was told, sitting with her back against his chest. Alistair wrapped his arms around her, holding her closer.

“I think you deserve a reward for your good behavior during your punishment,” Alistair said. “Also, I have a gift for you... well it's more of a Rite of Passage, if you will.”

“What is it, Alistair?” Felicity asked, turning sideways to see what he was reaching for.

Alistair removed a blue felt box with gold trim from the end table and handed it to her.

“Open it,” he said.

She did as she was told, opening the box and staring at its content. “Oh wow, it's beautiful. This can't be real.”

Alistair scoffed. “As if I'd buy cheap, knock-off jewelry. I'm insulted. I should give you an infraction for that.”

She turned, facing him. “No, I'm sorry. It's just... I can't believe you're giving this to me. It's so expensive!” she said, then quickly added. “Sir.”

“It serves a purpose. This is a ritual I do with my submissives.” He reached into the box, removing the stunning diamond choker baring his initials; S.A.M.P. He draped it across her neck, fastening the clasp. “You are to wear this at all times. It signifies that for the duration of our contract, you belong to me. And even when our arrangement comes to an end, you may keep it as a reminder of your journey and the experience you had with me.”

“What do the letters stand for, sir?” Felicity asked, running her fingers over each one.