The Pleasure Room (27 page)

“Stay still, sir,” she said.

He exhaled and settled back against the mattress, fingers twining around the scarves. She went back to worshiping his cock. Licking and sucking, just the way she knew he loved. He fought hard to stay still as his body was ravaged with indescribable ecstasy. She sucked his balls into her mouth, rolling them around on her tongue, lapping at the tender flesh.

“Ah, God!” Alistair panted and groaned as his eyes rolled up into his head.

Felicity hummed as he arched and cried out in pleasure.

She pulled away. “Don't cum yet, sir.”

“Do you want me to ask for your permission for that, Felicity?” Alistair said through heaving breaths.

Felicity thought about it. Thought about how much power he was giving her over  him and it excited her to no end. “Yes,” she blurted out.

“Very well, I'll let you know when I'm close then.”

“You better, sir.” She bit her lip. “What if you cum without my permission? Can I punish you?”

Alistair laughed. “Is this my student trying to become the teacher? My sub wanting to control her Dom?”

Felicity began to stroke his shaft and he shivered. “I want to know what it feels like to be you.”

Alistair looked down at her thoughtfully. “Again, I find myself doing something I've never done with any of my subs.”

“Is that a yes, sir?” she asked, perking up even more at the possibility.

“I am the Dom in this relationship and always will be.”

“Yeah, but I know there's a such thing as topping from the bottom,” she shot back. “I know that's what you're doing. You'd never relinquish control entirely.”

Alistair laughed. “This isn't 'topping from the bottom'. I'm actually insulted by your misunderstanding of the phrase. Tell me, Felicity... do you feel as though I'm not giving you what you need?”

“No. God no! I love when you take control of me,” Felicity said, her hand stopping its motion.

“You know I don't like my cock unattended once you get started, unless I say so,” Alistair said.

Felicity began to stroke him again, the way he'd taught her. “Is this 'topping from the bottom'?” she asked innocently.

Alistair groaned and sighed, relishing the sensation. “No. You will never know what it means to top from the bottom because I know exactly what you need.”

“Yes, you do,” Felicity said, then she leaned down, sucking  his cock into her mouth all the way past her gag reflex.

“Oh, fuck!” Alistair panted, eye lids fluttering as he was caught in the vortex of pleasure.

“You never answered my question, Alistair,” Felicity said, after pulling off his dick and licking it here and there. Each flick of her tongue seemed to send little shocks through his limbs and she smiled.

“Can you spank me? Is that what you want to know?” Alistair said once he was able to calm down enough to answer.

“Yes. I read somewhere that some Doms switch.”

“Well, at least you understand
that
term,” Alistair remarked.

Felicity pouted, but kept stroking him, keeping his orgasm just on the brink.

“Once again, I find myself doing something I've never done with my other subs,” Alistair said, chuckling, then he winced as a little shock of pleasure rippled through him making his toes curl.

“Sir?” Felicity prodded. She almost wanted to laugh at how difficult it was for him to relinquish his power.

“It's been years since I've let someone dominate me, and never a novice.”

“Then teach me,” Felicity suggested. “The power will always be yours.”

Alistair stared down at her, grunting as he felt his orgasm crest. “I'm cu--”

“I can see that,” Felicity said, grabbing the base of his cock and squeezing.

“Ah, fuck! Shit!” Alistair thrashed on the bed as another orgasm was thwarted.

“I see you're not behaving at all.  I told you to stay still. You need to be punished.” Felicity released his cock and rose from the bed. She walked over to his toy dresser, removing a few items. When she returned, she placed a crop on the bed beside Alistair body. He looked at the crop then back at Felicity, an amused expression on his face. She still held a red cinnamon scented candle in her other hand. She lit the wick and watched as the wax began to melt.

Alistair twisted his hands around the scarf bindings, knowing what was coming next. He smiled when the memory of him testing Felicity's limits with hot wax flashed in his mind. She had been so aroused by the momentary bouts of heat and pain then the coolness as the wax chilled. Now she was going to apply his own technique to him. His cock jumped with anticipation. When enough wax had melted Felicity held it over his chest.

“How many do you think you deserve, sir?”

The fact that she kept him in control even as she took over nearly drove him over the edge. He could feel the pre-cum running down the length of his cock as his arousal soared to new heights. He had all but forgotten what it was like to be on the receiving end of sexual dominance. What a liberating experience to relinquish the control for a while. Yes, he would indulge in the moment.

“I was disobedient, Felicity. How much do you think I deserve?” he asked, shifting the power.

“Hmmmm,” she licked her lips. “Maybe five, just to start.”

"I hope I can stay still during my punishment, Felicity,” Alistair said, teasing her.

“Well, if you don't...” She looked at the crop then back at him. “Shall we begin?”

Alistair ran his tongue over his bottom lip and nodded. “Yes, love.”

Felicity tilted the candle and a few drops of hot wax poured out landing in a splash over Alistair chest running over the firm mounds of his pecs. He hissed then exhaled as the wax began to cool on his skin. Felicity tilted the candle again and Alistair gasped as the hot wax landed on his nipple. He closed his eyes, groaning as he waited for the liquid to cool. She did it three more times, moving lower each time, the last one landing on his scrotum.

“Ah!” he hissed, legs twitching as he struggled to endure without moving.

“You did very good taking your punishment,” Felicity praised.

“Thank you, Felicity,” Alistair said, panting a little.

“I think you deserve a reward. Turn over.”

Alistair cocked an eyebrow and gave her a suspicious look. Felicity snatched the crop from the bed and smacked him hard across his wax-coated nipple.

“Ow!” he yelped, then laughed, half-shocked, half-invigorated.

“Do as I say,” Felicity said. She hoped her fingers didn't shake with the amount of excitement she was feeling.

This time, Alistair rolled over, the scarves around his wrists giving him enough leverage to be comfortable.

“Spread your legs,” Felicity ordered.

Alistair did as he was told. He wondered what she was going to do and then he felt it and his body jerked with the surprising sensation. Felicity's tongue lapped at his opening and he moaned in response.  She swirled her tongue around his puckered entrance and nibbled on the tender flesh. Alistair was beside himself with pleasure as he writhed on the bed moaning, panting and groaning. He gripped handfuls of sheet, bunching it in his palms as he reveled in the ecstasy. Felicity massaged his ass as she worked him over. Before she knew it he was screaming as his balls emptied onto the satin covers. She licked him through his orgasm, stopping only after his body went limp and the tremors began to fade.

She sat up. “I don't remember giving you permission to cum.”

Alistair quaked once before answering. “I'm sorry, Felicity.”

“Oh, that ain't gonna cut it.” She picked up her crop and ran it over his back and ass in large figure-eight designs. “Let's see what kind of a mess you made.”

She slid her hand beneath his crotch gathering his spilt cum. Alistair moaned as her fingers grazed his hypersensitive cock. When she pulled her hand back, her fingers were covered in his creamy, sticky fluid.

“Well, this is quite the mess. I should make you clean off my fingers.” Felicity looked at Alistair laying on his belly, he was looking at her from  the only angle he could, over his shoulder. She wondered just how much he'd let her get away with before he ended their little “game”. She decided to push her limits and maybe his, too. She held a finger, just one by his mouth. “Lick it.” She couldn't believe she was being so
bold.
She also couldn't believe how horny she was. If she didn't get his cock inside of her soon, she was going to explode and not in a good way.

Alistair looked at her finger covered in his cum and his tongue slipped past his too-perfect lips and lapped at the creamy fluid, cleaning her finger.

Felicity gasped, and her pussy clinched. “Oh that's it, game over. I need your cock, sir.” She pushed at his side, rolling him over.

“Felicity, I want you to sit on my chest,” Alistair said, taking over the reigns.

“Yes, sir.” She climbed on top of him, straddling his chest.

“Play with your pussy, I want to see you get wet.”

“Yes, Alistair.” She slid her hand between her legs and touched her exposed clit. She stroked it and massaged the sensitive nub until it hardened and she whimpered as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.

“Such a beautiful pussy,” Alistair said. He could feel his cock stirring, preparing for round two. “So wet, I need to taste you, Felicity.”

Without waiting another second, she pressed her pussy against his open mouth and he went to work. She whined and gasped in shrills as his masterful lips and tongue coaxed her to another orgasm. She came hard, grinding her pussy against his face as he lapped up her juices and sucked the delicate folds of her vagina which intensified her climax. Her body quaked several times as his tongue lapped the last waves of pleasure from her. She lifted up, sliding down his body to his dick, licking and sucking to get him slick, then she straddled his hips and guided him inside.

“Ah, yeah,” Alistair moaned as he was engulfed in the tight heat of her core. “Ride me, Felicity.”

“Oh yeah, baby. I want you so bad,” she purred, working up a rhythm; grinding and rotating her hips bringing his cock deeper inside. Her fingers caressed her body, moving upward towards her breasts. She massaged them, making sure to pay special attention to her nipples for Alistair's pleasure as much as her own. Their voices mingled as they vocalized the sheer delightful sensation their bodies were creating. Alistair gasped and grunted with each pump of his hips, driving harder against her. Felicity panted as she furiously rode his cock, constricting her walls around him repeatedly.

“Please let me cum!” she exclaimed.

“Cum for me. Cum with me,” Alistair said through gritted teeth. He roared, arching off of the bed as his second orgasm rushed through him, stiffening his spine.

Felicity screamed as she pulsed around his gushing cock, her climax feeding off of his as it wracked her body. Time seemed to stand still in that moment and when it was over, she collapsed on top  of him, gasping against his heaving chest. Several moments passed before either of them could speak.

“That was intense,” Alistair commented.

Felicity nodded. “Yes, it was, sir.”

“Felicity, untie me.”

She looked up and leaned forward, kissing him. He indulged in the kiss, savoring the taste of her mouth. She ended the kiss a few seconds later, to undo his bindings. Once his hands were free, he took her in his embrace, holding her to him.

“You know, you never did punish me for cumming. As a dominant, you must always follow through,” Alistair said. “You can't let yourself lose control of your emotions.”

“So I failed.” She looked at him.

“For your first time, it was fun. I was actually looking forward to a little spanking.” He kissed her forehead. “Maybe next time.”

“But you couldn't hold back. I mean, it was impressive,” Felicity smiled as she thought about Alistair's orgasm. How hard he came and how fast. She was particularly happy to know it was her who did it to him.

Alistair winked. “I could have warned you or begged you to let me cum. I didn't. I wanted to see how you'd handle disciplining a disobedient sub.”

“And one look at you being so damn kinky and sexy and I forgot all about it,” she said then laughed.

Alistair grinned. “It's a learning process.”

“Now I'm upset I missed my opportunity to spank you,” Felicity said, pouting.

“Play your cards right, I might give you the opportunity again one day.”

“Don't worry, I will. Who knew your ass was such a trigger for you,” Felicity said, reflectively.

“I have many 'triggers', so to speak.”

“I know most of them, but I look forward to finding them all.”

“I wouldn't have it any other way. So, what made you do that?” Alistair asked, curious. He was sure it'd be one of her limits he'd have to test.

“Believe it or not, it was something Miranda said at the club last night.”

“What did she say?”

“Well, first I have to tell you how it started. There was a Dom there, sitting in a sling and his female sub was tonguing his ass and he seemed to love it. I was pretty shocked and Miranda came up to me like she always does with her pearls of Domme wisdom.”