The Pleasure Room (16 page)

Chapter Six

“You were quite the trooper at the doctor's office,” Alistair said as he walked around his office desk and sat down in his leather chair.

“Do you have to be so patronizing? I'm not a child, Alistair,” Felicity fussed.

Alistair smirked as he opened up an envelope. “No, you are not. But I believe in praising my submissive whenever they please me just as diligently as I correct them for when they don't.”

Felicity remained silent, not having anything to say to his comment.

“Why don't you go down into the Pleasure Room, I'm sure you don't want to stay in my office all night while I work on boring paperwork,” Alistair suggested.

“I would think you'd want me by your side at all times. Isn't that why you collared me, sir?” Felicity stated.

“As my slave? Is that what you want to be to me?” Alistair asked her, one eyebrow raised.

Felicity shrugged. “What's the difference? You tell me what to do and you want to punish me if I don't do what you say, sir?”

Alistair sat back in his chair, folding his arms across his broad chest. “For me, the two are very different. I can't speak for other Dominants. For instance, had you been my slave, I'd have you naked with a real dog collar around you neck and you'd be on your knees sucking my cock right now.”

“But once the test comes back, aren't you going to do that anyway, Alistair?”

“Shall I show you the difference? Would that help?”

“That's not what I meant.”

“Nine.”

“Sir,” she corrected herself, even though she knew it was too late.

“Our arrangement is of mutual interests. Your pleasure is intertwined with my own. We are both giving each other what the other needs and there is a balance between us. If you were my slave, your pleasure would be inconsequential to me. As a matter of fact, your pleasure would be to please me. My approval of you would be all that you would live for. Anticipating my every desire, knowing what I needed before I could ask it, but still waiting for my permission to take action would be your sole purpose in life. It would require breaking you down completely and rebuilding you to be the perfect docile slave catering to her master. Is that what you want, Felicity?” Alistair asked, his stare boring into her.
 

She tried to speak, but her throat went dry. She coughed and swallowed then tried again. “No, sir. I don't want that.”

Alistair nodded once. “I thought not.” He rose and came around his desk towards her, his hands sliding smoothly down the length of her arms then back up. He brushed her long, brunette locks behind her right ear. “So beautiful.”

She felt herself blushing again, unable to hide her smile.

“You are not my slave, but in order to give you what you need, I must be in control. That is the way of it. As of right now, I think you need to bare witness to the scenes taking place in the Dungeon,” Alistair said, then he leaned forward, kissing her lightly on her forehead before dipping lower to kiss her more passionately on her mouth.

“Yes, Alistair,” Felicity said once he pulled away. She turned and left his office and went to the Dungeon as he had called it, also known as The Pleasure Room. Never a dull moment, the room was filled with members having sex, being punished, spanked and tortured to their sexual delight. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she was turned on by what she was seeing and hearing.

“I see Alistair has, how should I put it? Made an impression on you.”

Felicity turned to see the woman from a few nights ago standing beside her. It startled her to know that she was so close and she hadn't even noticed.

“What are you, a phantom? I'm tired of you sneaking up on me,” Felicity said.

The woman laughed. “It's not my fault you're too enthralled with the scene to notice anyone loudly approaching. I mean, I'm in heels, hardly stealthy footwear, to say the least.”

Felicity looked down, noting the woman's five-inch, steel-spiked heels.

“See?” The woman chuckled as she took a sip of her drink. She kept eye contact with Felicity over the rim of her glass.

“Nice shoes,” Felicity said, not wanting to admit the woman was right about her being “enthralled”.

“You should see them up my sub's ass. They look marvelous, then.”

“T.M.I.,” Felicity said. She couldn't imagine how any of that could be pleasant. “What are you talking about? I mean when you said that stuff about Alistair?” Felicity asked, wondering how the woman came to her conclusion.

The woman reached up, touching the diamond choker around Felicity's neck. Possessively, Felicity removed the choker out of her hands. It was hers and she wasn't too keen on having this
broad
touching it.

“Oooh, my... aren't we defensive,” the woman said with a wink.

“I'm not defensive. I just don't know you well enough for you to be touching in or around my body,” Felicity shot back.

“My name is, Miranda.”

“Felicity. I still don't know you that well.”

“And just how
well
do you know Alistair?” she asked with a wicked smile.

Felicity narrowed her eyes. “What is it that you want?” she asked getting to the point. “Because you act like you're jealous.”

Miranda laughed, a dainty hand covering her mouth as she giggled. “Oh sweetheart, I'm not jealous. On the contrary, I'm happy for you. Alistair has a way with wayward souls who wander in here in search of something meaningful.”

“Let me guess, he showed you the way.” Felicity stated, her patented sarcasm dripped from each word.

Miranda ignored her attitude and continued speaking in her friendly tone. “In a manner of speaking, yes. He taught me to be the Mistress I am today.”

Felicity frowned. “You're a Mistress?” she asked, confused.

“Oh yes, dear.”

“H—how did he teach you?” Felicity asked.

The female Domme looked at Felicity as if she thought she was the cutest little clueless doe in the forest. “Oh sweetie, every Dominant in this Dungeon saw you coming a mile away. I would have made a play for you had I thought you'd enjoy the fairer sex. You're in the best hands possible with Alistair and the fact that he's chosen you makes you one lucky woman.”

“So, you all think I'm a submissive?” Felicity asked.

The woman reached up, caressing Felicity's cheek. “There is power in being a submissive, my dear. You will come to accept what you are soon enough, I'm sure. Just by the fact that you're so proudly wearing your Dom's Mark says a great deal. Enjoy it.”

She turned Felicity's head towards a woman being fucked by her Dom as she hung from a swing. He pounded between her thighs with a ferociousness that seemed very animalistic to Felicity, yet she was transfixed by the scene.

“Look at her face, she's loving it,” the female Domme instructed.

Felicity found herself doing exactly what Miranda told her to do. Her gaze fell on the female submissive's face as she screamed her pleasure. The woman was in complete ecstasy as the man grunted and thrust into her. They were both close and it was evident on their faces. Others around the room watched, waiting for the finale.

“That's the pleasure you can have when you're free,” the female Domme said as the two hit their climax. The male Dom shuddered as he continued to pump into his sub. Both panted and moaned as they enjoyed their spent passions.

“I need to go,” Felicity said, feeling more than a little hot under the collar, so to speak.

“By all means, I'm sure Alistair is expecting you,” Miranda said. “See you later, Felicity.”

Felicity didn't say anything before leaving and making her way to Alistair's office. She knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Alistair called from the other side.

Felicity opened the door and walked in straight towards him.

Alistair looked up as she rounded his desk and stood before him.

“So, it's like this; I have condoms in my purse and I'm sure you've got some around here somewhere,” Felicity said.

Alistair chuckled lightly. “I take it you enjoyed the scenes.”

“Can we just put all of this aside and be two consenting adults?” Felicity implored, as she inched closer to him, nudging her knee between his legs.

“Ten.”

“Please, sir,” Felicity said, remembering to add the extension. She felt weird saying 'sir' or 'Alistair' every time she spoke. He really took that part seriously and so she decided she would have to do the same.

Alistair reached up with both hands, taking her by the waist and pulled her closer. “I love the fact that you've come to me, wanton as you are. Such lovely progress,” he said as he slid his hands behind her, cupping her ass.

Felicity moaned and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, fingers playing in his silky, black hair. Alistair slipped one hand between her thighs, gently massaging her through her jeans.

“Tell me, what did you see in there that has you in such a state?” Alistair asked, his fingers working miracles even through the thick, denim fabric.

Felicity could hardly concentrate on his words as she felt herself getting wetter with each stroke.

“Felicity...?”

“I'm sorry, Alistair.”

“I asked you a question.”

“Two people having sex, sir.”

“Was it just that they were having sex? Was there something more to it?” he asked, pressing his fingers harder, hitting a tender spot. Felicity gasped as her fingers dug into the muscles of his shoulders.

“She was in a swing, and he was fucking her.”

“Did you wish you were her?” His other hand continued to massage her ass as he brought her closer to orgasm.

Felicity panted, her eyes close.

“Answer me, Felicity.” Alistair's tone was leveled, yet tender.

“Y—yes. But not with him, sir.”

“With me?”

“Yes.” Felicity's face flushed as she began to crest.

“I see.” Alistair smiled then pulled his hands away from her.

Shocked and disappointed, Felicity looked down at him. “Why did you stop?”

“Eleven.”

“Why, sir?” she asked with more sass than he liked.

“Twelve.”

Felicity huffed. “Why did you stop, sir?” she asked again, this time her tone was more calm even though she was feeling the direct opposite.

“Because I've decided your punishment will be to have you in a state of arousal without release for... twelve hours now. The more you misbehave tonight, the longer your sentence,” Alistair said.

He is truly diabolical
, Felicity concluded. “Fine... sir.” she snapped as she walked away from his desk, taking a seat on his sofa.
 

“Thirteen hours now. I could do without the attitude and considering your predicament, you can, too.” Alistair gave her a warning look then returned to his computer.

She wanted to slap his all too handsome face and knock that smug look into the next year. She also wanted to rip his clothes from his body and ride his dick like she was at a rodeo. She wanted his face between her legs and her hands tangled in his thick, black, silky mane. What she
did not
want was to be sitting in the same room with a gorgeous sex god, during a raging hormone attack with no way to get relief. She crossed her arms over her chest, because it was the safest thing to do, lest she ignore his command and take matters into her own hands... literally.
 

Less than an hour later, Alistair turned off his computer. He rose from behind his desk and walked over to her, hand extended. “I'm calling it an early night. Let's go home,” he said.

Felicity took his hand, even though she didn't want to. She suspected not doing so would earn her an extra hour. “I'm really tired, so that works for me, sir.”

“I didn't say we were going home to sleep. Not right away, at least.” Alistair led her to the door.