The Pleasure Room (26 page)

“That's when we're going to take the pictures. She's willing to leave the door open and I have a window of opportunity where I can catch him in the heat of the moment. The sooner I get this done, the better. She really wants to use the story as a way to break it off with him. I guess he's really creeping her out.”

“Oh, shit. So it's really going down. Do you have my membership?”

“Not yet. I was going to mention it to him tonight, so that it could be ready. I'm really nervous, but I'm also really excited, too,” Felicity said, thinking about the publicity they're going to receive with the story of the decade.

“It looks like you may have a story after all,” Allison said.

“Correction
we
have a story after all, we'll be like Lois and Clark,” Felicity said. “Only I'm Lois.”

“And I'm Fuck You, 'cause I'm Lois,” Allison shot back. “Clark too damn nerdy to be me. Sure, he's all hot balls as Superman... but really lame as Clark Kent.”

“Why did I have to bring up this Superman stuff knowing what a comic nerd you are,” Felicity teased.

“Don't even get me started.” Allison chuckled. “Okay, then we know the plan. So I'll see you tomorrow night at
A Porterhouse Elm
. Oh, what time?”

“I was just getting to that. My source said she'll be there waiting between eight-thirty and nine. So make sure you're there by then.”

“Okay, I will. All right, see you then.”

“Bye, girl.” Felicity ended the call just as she pulled up in front of Alistair's home.

She greeted the butler, Bernard at the door as always and made her way to The Pleasure Room. Alistair had laid out another gorgeous gown for her. This one was white satin, off the shoulder with red flowers on the split of the trim. It would be the fifth one he'd purchased and their fifth “date” since the fundraiser. She was beginning to feel hopeful that maybe their feelings were mutual. Their conversations were definitely an indicator. They'd spoken about many things from favorite foods, to beloved childhood memories. He'd even gave her permission to speak freely on date nights and she was enjoying the opportunity to show him the other side of her personality. She dressed quickly and met him in the foyer. As usual, he was stunning in a three piece navy blue suit with a crisp, white dress shirt and dark blue Gucci loafers. She had to fight the nearly overwhelming urge to rip him out of that suit and lick every inch of him.

Maybe later
, she told herself. “Don't you look handsome,” she said, coming down the stairs. Of course, “handsome” was an understatement for how damn sexy he looked in his clothes.

Alistair smiled and returned the compliment. “And you are sensational, love.” He took her hand into his and they left, climbing into his luxury car.

It didn't take too long for them to make it to the
John Handcock
Building. They rode the elevator up to the famed
Signature Room
. Reservations and him being knighted and all, guaranteed seating and soon the waiter was standing by their table taking their orders.

“I wanted to celebrate your first month with me,” Alistair said once the waiter walked away.

“Is that the only reason you brought me to this amazing restaurant?” Felicity asked, taking a sip of her sangria.

Alistair smirked, dimple flashing. “Not entirely. Our one-month anniversary is just an added-on excuse. I really just wanted to treat you to a fine meal.”

“A date?” Felicity implied. “This would be our fifth one if we're making it official,” she pried.

Alistair exhaled deeply. “Do you want it to be?”

Felicity stared at him intently, hoping she wasn't just about to make the biggest mistake of her life. She squared her shoulders and prepared to take the next step.  “Yes,” she said, nodding. “Yes, I want it to be.”

Alistair grinned. “Then it's official. To our first date. One of many, I hope.” he toasted and they clinked their glasses together and sipped.

“So,” Felicity began, after swallowing. “I've got to ask... do you do this with all of your subs?”

Alistair looked at her over the rim of his wine glass. He took a few more slow swallows to give himself time to think. Was he ready to place this card on the table yet? Yes, maybe he was. How was she going to know what she meant to him if he didn't bother to show her. “No.”

“Never?”

“Never.”

Felicity tried, but failed to hide the smile that exploded on her face.

“You're blushing.” Alistair smirked as he saw how happy his words made her. He was relieved that she was responding that way. Maybe she felt something for him, too?

“I know, I can't help it. I'm kind of embarrassed to admit this, but I really wanted our dates to be something special. Something that you never did with anyone else,” Felicity admitted.

“From the moment I saw you, I wanted you,” Alistair said, coming clean.

“You did?” Felicity asked, eyes lighting up.

He nodded. “Yes. I knew I wanted to properly expose you to a world you were so very curious about. You actually took to it like a fish to water. I found your eagerness endearing and your spirited personality captivating. Then, it was just you, everything about you made me want to be with you more and more. I don't get attached easily, especially not in my world, but with you it's been so very different. New.”

“I feel the same way,” Felicity said, leaning closer to him across the table.

“I don't know why I'm telling you all of this, it wasn't my intention,” Alistair said, smiling boyishly.

“I'm really happy that you did.” Felicity leaned over all the way, kissing him. “Is there any way we can get our orders to go?” she said once her lips were free.

“Now, now, patience is a virtue. We will enjoy this meal, but perhaps we can take dessert to go.” Alistair winked.

“That works for me,” Felicity took another sip of her drink. “So, we've told each other so many things about ourselves, but I want to know one thing?”

His interest peeked, Alistair cocked an eyebrow. “And that is?”

“What was your first time like?” Felicity grinned at him.

“I've had many 'first times', which one are you referring to?” Alistair asked, then he sipped his wine.

“Now, I want to know about all of them, but I'll narrow it down. The first time you had sex?”

Alistair chuckled. “Very well. I was sixteen and working for a young married couple-”

“Working?” Felicity asked, inadvertently cutting him off. “I thought you were born rich.”

“Are you going to let me tell the story?”

“Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.”

“As I told you before, it's true. I come from old money, but that didn't mean that my parents didn't see the importance of their children learning the value of a dollar. Or what it meant to have to work hard to earn your keep. When I turned fourteen, if I wanted to buy anything, I had to spend my own money. If I couldn't afford it, then I couldn't have it. So, that meant I had to find employment.” Alistair chuckled, then continued. “When I was sixteen, I started working for this young married couple, mowing the lawn, watering the plants, things like that. I hadn't been working for them long before the wife started flirting with me. At first, it was barely detectable, but then she grew bolder. Touching me, first my arm, then my shoulder, before long she had me cornered and her hand was down my trousers. I came pretty quickly and she seemed to enjoy that. After that first time, our relationship developed into something even more intimate.”

“She started fucking you?” Felicity asked. “That's a kinky woman. Talk about robbing the cradle. I bet you didn't even have body hair.”

Alistair smiled. “I had some.” They both laughed, then he continued. “She did things to me that blew my mind. One day, we were in the middle of fucking when her husband interrupted us.”

“I'm guessing you survived.” Felicity giggled.

“Not only did I survive, but he joined in. He, too, was my first. Like his wife, he blew my mind as well. I learned a lot and had a great time, but our relationship ended when Summer did. So...” He took another sip of his drink. “What about your first time?”

“Oh, you don't want to hear about that ol boring event,” Felicity remarked.

“Now more than ever.” Alistair waited.

“Not nearly as scandalous as yours. I was eighteen. It was prom night, so it was supposed to be special. I was with my boyfriend of two years and we had our own hotel room. He didn't take his time, it was painful, I didn't cum and afterward, he broke up with me, claiming long distance relationships never work,” Felicity said, her expression sulking as the memory of that time reemerged from the darkness.

Alistair studied her, seeing how the painful memory affected her. He leaned over, placing his hand over hers. “He was just a boy, how could he had known what he had? You were meant to walk into my club that night, Felicity. We were fated to meet. Let that memory and all others like it fade away. You're not that girl anymore and only a man can truly appreciate who you are now.”

Felicity's gaze shot up and zeroed in on Alistair gorgeousness. All one-hundred percent, pure masculine male, every ounce of him. Her high school crush could never compare, no one could. Immediately, she began to feel the heat rise from inside. It boiled over like a fever and she sipped her entire glass of sangria hoping it would calm her down. The last thing she wanted to do was swipe the table clean of the dinnerware and take Alistair right then and there in front of the other diners.

Alistair smiled as he watched her and he chuckled. “Patience, love.”

“All I know is, dinner better get here soon.”

~*~

The dinner was delicious and incredibly torturous for Felicity who'd been watching Alistair the entire time. She licked her lips every time he licked his. Just the thought of those lips and tongue on her body made her want to have her way with him in the ladies' washroom. They were home now and all over each other. They'd barely made it to the bedroom before Felicity ripped open his shirt, sending buttons flying in all directions. She pushed Alistair on the bed, climbing on top of him. Her lips crushed his as their tongues mingled. He growled when Felicity broke the kiss and began sucking little hickeys on his neck, marking him in her own way. She could feel his erection driving into her and she began to grind against him.

“Ahhh, Felicity, I want you so fucking bad!” Alistair said as he groped her, hands caressing and massaging her body as his humped against her.

Felicity raised up slightly. “Such naughty language,” she said, using his own words against him.

He smiled. “I've more where that came from.”

“Why don't you let the bad English boy come out and play,” Felicity flirted. She slowly rotated her hips, rubbing herself against him.

Alistair moaned and arched, driving his erection harder into her. “Fuuckk. I can tell your pussy is dripping, fucking wet, so thirsty for my cock.”

“Mmmmm, what else can you tell.”

“Love, I'm going to make you cum so hard, you'll pass out. Keep fucking with me,” Alistair playfully threatened.

“Oh, I've got something for your ass tonight.”

He shuddered from the pleasure, his toes curling within his shoes. “Is that so?”

“Tonight, you're mine. So I ask permission to have my way with you, sir.” she beseeched, leaning down to kiss his exposed torso. Her tongue lapping at his erect nipples.

“Mmm, bloody hell,” Alistair groaned, his head thrown back. “Is that what you want, Felicity. Do you think you can handle me?”

“Yes, sir, I know I can.”

He chuckled slow in his muscular chest. “Permission granted. I'm yours.”

“I really want to tie you to the bed,” she implored.

Alistair obliged, raising his arms above his head. “The silk scarves are in the drawer.”

Felicity bit her bottom lip, grinning mischievously. She pulled away long enough to grab the black, silk scarves and bind his wrists to the bed, leaving enough leverage for him to move, but not touch himself or her. Then she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them down. She took them off along with his shoes and socks, tossing the clothes aside. The only thing left, were his boxer-briefs, heavily dampened with pre-cum and tinted.

“My, my aren't we anxious,” Felicity said, grabbing his erection through his underwear.

“Oh, shit!” Alistair gasped, his body quaking under her touch.

“Oh yeah, you're going to be doing a lot of begging tonight, sir,” Felicity said.

Alistair chuckled under his breath. “I look forward to seeing if you've learned anything from my lessons.”

“No more talking from you, sir. I don't want to have to gag you.”

Felicity slapped his dick and he yelped with a jerk. He couldn't help himself, he laughed. Seeing her let her hair down, so to speak, put him in a sexual frenzy. Just hearing her boss him around nearly had him blowing his load. He lay still, watching her take control of her new-found confidence.

Felicity began kissing him again, tongue caressing his passionately. Then she pulled back and began working her way down his body, making sure to pay great attention to his erect nipples. Only after he was writhing beneath her lips and begging for more, did she travel lower, removing his underwear. Her tongue ran along the length of his shaft, tickling the ridge of his head. Alistair shuddered and arched upward. She teased his cock, licking slowly, sticking the tip of her tongue into his hole, lapping the droplet there. Alistair moaned and pumped his hips, rubbing his dick along Felicity's cheek.  She slapped it again and he gasped.