The Pleasure Room (18 page)

“That will not help your situation,” Alistair reprimanded with a grunt.

“Maybe I'm just trying to show you how sorry I am,” Felicity lied, well... mostly lied. Fact being, she really
was
sorry. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to survive the rest of her punishment. Twelve hours was beginning to feel like twelve days.

Unconvinced, Alistair replied. “If that's the case, I have another reward for you.”

He turned her toward him, kissing her with less control than he intended. She ran her hands over his back, delighting in the sheer strength of him. She could feel his well-sculpted muscles beneath his skin move with him as he pressed her against the shower wall. He took her wrists, raising them above her head and pressed them to the wall. His mouth devoured hers, their tongues exploring as he began to grind against her stomach.

Felicity's breath quickened along with Alistair's and she watched him as he used her body to give himself pleasure. Every part of her wanted to touch him, to feel his hardness in her hand, her mouth, her pussy. He grunted as he rubbed his cock against her flesh.

“I want to see you cum, Alistair,” Felicity dared to say.

It was enough and he lost control. He buried his face in her neck, growling as hot semen flood between them. His body trembling against her as waves of pleasure coursed through him. His grip on her wrists tightened as he rode his climax until the end. Finally, his body grew weak and he leaned against her, pressing her harder to the wall as he panted.

“Are you still seeing spots and stars, sir?” Felicity joked.

Alistair chuckled. “Just a few.”

He managed to regain the strength of his legs again and he straightened himself. He washed their bodies quickly, rinsing away the remnants of his orgasm from their stomachs. He turned off the water. “Let's go.”

Alistair dried Felicity off first, then himself. She couldn't help but admit she was loving the attention. Never had any man she'd ever been with treated her as if she were precious... treasured. Alistair's combed her hair, gently loosening the tangles as not to cause her pain. She moaned as his fingers stroked her scalp.

He smiled, pleased that she was responding to his attention the way he wanted her to. He wanted her to crave his touch. He wanted the sound of his voice to send shivers through her body. Above all, he wanted her to desire him as much as he desired her. After he finished combing her hair, he dried it with a blow dryer.

“There, now you're ready to go back to your apartment and pack,” Alistair said, then he turned the dryer on himself as he finger-combed his cropped curls.

“Do I have a time limit?” Felicity asked. “Sir.”

“Not today. What you have to do takes time to sort out. Besides, I have even more preparations to make,” Alistair said.

“Okay,” Felicity said, walking out of the bathroom to get dressed.

Alistair couldn't help himself, he watched her leave, staring at her backside and imagining himself pressed against her, entering her. His cock started to come to life and he cut off his fantasy. The last thing he wanted was to get riled up again with so much to do. He'd told his doctor to put priority on their test results and paid a bit extra for the courtesy. He hoped by Tuesday, if not sooner, he'd be able to move forward with her training.

Chapter Seven

Four Days Later

Alistair sat on his soft, leather sofa in his den watching television. He turned when Felicity entered, smiling at the fact that she was on time. Felicity gave him a long, hungry look. Again, he was immaculately dressed in a dark green pullover, black flat-front pants and a beautiful pair of black shoes she suspected cost more than her car. She rounded the sofa and sat down a few cushions away from him.

“Come closer,” he said, patting the cushion beside his.

Felicity relented and scooted over. It was harder and harder for her to be around him. For the past four days, he had put her body and mind through such a whirlwind vortex of passion, pleasurable pain, sexual agony and release. She was almost afraid to move forward with their relationship. She looked at the white envelopes resting in his lap and knew what they were. She also knew what it meant.

“How was work?” Alistair asked, making causal conversation.

“Fine, sir.” Felicity said.

“Relax, Felicity. I want our relationship to be  more than just sex. I want to make a connection with you,” Alistair said, lightly patting her knee. “So what is it, exactly that you do when you're not with me?”

Felicity had to pause before she answered to think up a believable lie. For some reason, she didn't think he'd ask her tidbits of information about herself. “I work at a clothing store Downtown, sir” she lied. Well, she
had
worked in a clothing store when she was still in college. But the less he knew about her real job and her motivations for walking into his club that night, the better.

“Do you enjoy it?”

Thank God he didn't ask where
, she gave a mental sigh of relief. “I do, but I'm hoping I can move up in position, sir” she said.
Okay, that part was true.
 

“I'm not surprised to hear that.”

“To hear what, sir?”

“That you're unsatisfied with your current station. That you desire far better things. That you want something more meaningful in your life,” Alistair said, his hands resting in his lap on top of the envelopes.

Felicity darted her gaze to his lap then back at him. “Do you always do that?”

“One.”

Damn it!
“I'm sorry, Do you always do that, sir?” she corrected. She had no idea what his wickedly, depraved mind would concoct for her punishment now. She better stay on her toes.

“Do what?”

“Make everything about what I 'desire', sir?”

“But that is what drives us all. Most people don't know what they want, they just know that something is missing in their lives and they don't know how to fill the void. Others, like myself know exactly what we want and how to go about obtaining it. We want for nothing because we seek out our desires and take them... we indulge in them... and we control them. I am the master of my universe, it is not the other way around.”

“But isn't that just because you have the means.... sir?”

“It helps to be able to afford the things I want, yes. But being one's own master isn't necessarily about buying things. It's about being self-aware of who and what you are and what you want and having the drive and knowledge to achieve your goals.”

“Can that be said about every rich person, sir?”

“No. Some cannot handle it.”

“Handle being rich?” she asked sarcastically.

“Two,” Alistair criticized. “And yes. They think they want the money or fame or whatever, but when it comes they are not prepared for it. That's because they don't know who they are and what drives them other than wanting to be famous. It's a shallow foundation and that's why it crumbles beneath their feet.”

“What about someone who's poor or struggling like me... sir?” she said. She had to admit, the conversation they were having was nice and so mentally stimulating. She also liked getting a peak into his psyche, learning why he is who he is.

“You are not poor.”

“But I am struggling to not be poor, Alistair.”

“Fair enough.” He gave her a sly smile. “Most people in your predicament have a better idea of what they want out of life. Many are working towards their goals, whether or not they succeed is up to chance and in some cases, the proper connections. But they are driven in their ambitions and having worked so hard to achieve their goals, they will be able to deal. They know the sacrifice it takes and the time and effort they put into redefining who they are. The didn't give up and they never will.”

Felicity sat there in stunned silence. She was beginning to see why others at the club admired Alistair. It wasn't just what he could do with a whip, it was the man himself. His confidence was overpowering and it bled into everything that he did. Even sitting on the sofa, she could feel his aura and knew he wasn't a man to be taken lightly.

“That was enlightening, but we really must take the next step,” Alistair said, bringing her out of her reverie. “Here, this one is mine.”

He handed her one of the unopened enveloped addressed to them. She opened his as he opened hers and together they read the results.

“Oh my, my, my... this changes everything,” Alistair said, frowning.

Felicity's gaze shot up. “What?! What?!” she snatched the paper from his hand, frantically reading it over.

Alistair began to laugh, first a low chuckle than he grew more hysterical as she realize his cruel joke and her eyes narrowed.

“I don't care if you punish me for this one, but you're a fucking asshole for that!” she fussed, slapping his arm. Even though she was still calming down from her mild heart attack, she had to appreciate the hard muscle of his bicep against her hand when she struck him.
How many hours does he put into his workout?
she wondered.

“I won't punish you this time, I'm not a tyrant,” Alistair said, smiling sweetly, his dimple giving him a mischievous expression.

“You do
not
play jokes like that, ever!” Felicity scowled at him.

“So sorry, that was wicked. I don't know what came over me. For some reason, I simply could not resist.” He gave her a genuinely apologetic expression.

“Because you're evil like my best friend, sir,” Felicity said, thinking about the joke Allison had played on her with the lipstick camcorder. Speaking of that, she needed to get back into the club, maybe sneak around if she could.

Alistair liked the fact that she found a quality in him that she enjoyed in another person she loved. To him, it meant their connection was growing strong.

“In any case, what I said is still true. These results does change the game,” Alistair said. “May I ask, are you taking any forms of birth control?”

Felicity nodded. “Yes, of course. It's good for five years.”

“I'll still require you to use a diaphragm. It's best to be as safe as possible.”

“Then why don't you use a condom, Alistair?”

“I'm afraid that won't be an option.” He rose from the sofa, offering her his hand.

Felicity let him help her to her feet and he led her into that room they'd been avoiding until the results came in. That forbidden treasure trove hidden inside his huge mansion full of carnal delights. At least, she hoped it was.

“From now on, or until I say otherwise, you will come directly home, strip out of your day wear, prepare yourself for the evening's festivities and then put on the outfit I have arranged for you,” Alistair said, pointing to a provocative leather harness that would conceal very little if anything at all. “You will find your outfit there daily and if there is nothing there, that's what I want you in.”

“What do you mean, prepare myself, sir?” Felicity asked, wanting clarification.

“I will show you, follow me.” He lead her into a huge bathroom. Inside was a toilet and separate bidet and a urinal, all out in the open. The walk-in shower big enough for three people and the glass doors were as clear as if there was nothing there. There were enema bags hanging from hooks in the shower, as well as other sexual toys that used water as a stimulant.

“Umm...” she began.

“Everything you see before you has been purchased brand new. They will all be used on you. I would have you perform this at least twice a week, but you will bathe twice daily.” He gestured to the shower and the utensils hanging inside.

Felicity took one look at the enema bag and frowned. “I'm not doing any anal with you, sir.”

“Yes, you will. That is one of the limits I will be pushing you to. You have your safe words if you need them, but I must insist you at least trust me to take care of your needs,” Alistair said.

“I don't need
that
,” she shot back.

“Three, and you have no idea what you need. That's why you're here,” Alistair said.

“I heard that it hurts really bad, sir.”

“It does. But then it can feel quite wonderful and I'm very skilled at anal play.” He touched her arm lightly. “Trust me.”

“I'm scared,” she said, her voice breaking with her fear of the unknown.

He took her into his arms, holding her. “I know. This is all very new, very challenging. It is also very rewarding and extremely pleasurable. You will enjoy it.” He kissed the top of her head, then released her, stepping back towards the shower. He turned the water on, setting the temperature on the digital thermostat. “Remove your clothes, Felicity.”

She began to strip, taking off everything until she stood naked before him.

Alistair's gaze was lingering as it roamed over her body, savoring every inch of her. He could feel his cock stirring within the confines of his pants and he relished the sensation. Tonight was going to be very special indeed.

“Enter.” He gestured to the open door.