The Pleasure Room (31 page)

“Oh my God!” she whispered in shock. She had to remember not to judge him. Alistair never would. He'd probably slap his face and spit on him if he felt that's what Dwight needed. Still, she couldn't help but wonder what that level of humiliation felt like. She couldn't understand why he was so sexually aroused by it. Would she ever want to know? She hurried away from the door, returning to the dungeon. She made sure to compose herself before walking inside, hoping her face wasn't as red as it was when she'd seen Dwight being dominated.

She walked over to a leather bench and sat down. Miranda was in the middle of a scene with her new female sub. The woman was bound on elbows and knees to a punishment bench, her vagina bared for all in attendance. She was being caned by Miranda and each time the cane landed on her bare skin, it left a little red mark. Felicity remembered what that felt like all too well. It was also the first time she'd ever went into a subspace, but not the last. Alistair was quite skilled with all sorts of BDSM gear and he'd put her in an array of emotional states, some she didn't even have a name for.

Around ten o'clock, Alistair entered the dungeon, still dressed in his charcoal gray two-piece suit and black pullover shirt. He took the seat beside Felicity, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. His other hand slid between her thighs, gliding upwards until they pushed against the leather of her thong flap. Felicity jerked and gasped and then moaned as he gently stroked his fingers over the piece of leather.

“I see you're quite ready for tonight's festivities,” Alistair purred in her ear. His fingers hitting home with each stroke.

Felicity began to pant as she spread her legs a little wider. “Yes, sir.”

“That's wonderful news, Felicity. I need you to be ready for me at all times.” He leaned over licking that ticklish spot behind her ear and she shivered. “You are mine, Felicity.” he said, possessively.

“Always,” Felicity breathed as she closed her eyes, allowing the pleasure to take her.

“Tell me how much you want me,” Alistair whispered against the skin of her neck as he planted soft kisses.

“I want you so bad, I can hardly breathe when you're not with me,” Felicity said, it was an honest confession.

Alistair pulled the flap of Velcro away, revealing her pussy. His hands pressed against the sensitive flesh, massaging. “Oh, you're so close to cumming, aren't you?”

“Yes, Alistair.” She whimpered as he hit a target spot.

“Do you want to cum?”

“Yes, please. Please let me cum,” she begged as she grew closer to that moment.

Alistair slipped two fingers inside, scissoring them back and forth as he pumped into her. “How close are you, Felicity?”

“Oh God! So close!” she gasped as her hips raised from the bench.

“I can tell by how wet your pussy is that you want to cum so desperately. Have you been thinking about my cock all day?” Alistair crocked his fingers, so that his knuckles rubbed against her labia and she cried out, breathing heavily.

“Oh, oh, oh god! I'm... I'm cumming!” Her chest heaved as she threw her head back. But then tragedy struck when Alistair withdrew, leaving her on the very brink of elation. She looked at him, completely bewildered and disappointed.

“Not quite yet, my dear. You have some making up to do for the infractions you earned,” Alistair said. He slipped his two fingers into his mouth, savoring her essence. “Mmm, I love the taste of your pussy.” He licked his lips, lapping whatever fluid might have missed his tongue.

“Asshole,” Felicity said.

Alistair's eyebrows shot up. “Oh, are we showing claws? That's going to cost you five infractions because at this point, you know better.” He yanked her legs further apart. “Your pussy belongs to me.” He pressed his hand against her vagina, his thumb rubbing her clit and Felicity quaked. “You're breasts belong to me.” Slowly, he slid his hand up her stomach, taking hold of one of her breasts, his fingers rubbing her nipple. “Your mouth belongs to me.” He leaned forward, kissing her. His tongue thrusting between her lips to caress hers. “I see now that you need a reminder,” he said once he pulled back.

“I'm sorry, Alistair,” Felicity said, her face flushed with excitement.

“That's better, but you still must be punished. Don't you agree?” he asked her.

Felicity nodded. “I do. I was out of line and I need you to correct my behavior, sir. Remind me of your control.”

Alistair's lips curled up at the ends as he brushed a hand through Felicity's long brunette tresses. “That is what you need. I will make sure this is a lesson you learn well.” He rose from the bench, hand extended towards her. “Come.”

Felicity took his hand and stood up. She let him guide her to a piece of furniture she wasn't familiar with. She'd thought that between the two Pleasure Rooms, she'd seen all there was to dungeon torture furnishing, but apparently she was mistaken.

“Stand there,” Alistair said, pointing to a spot in front of the device. She did as she was told. He walked behind her. “Put your hands behind your back.” She did and he placed her wrist inside the metal cuffs binding her hands to the pole. He knelt down, doing the same to her ankles, locking the padlocks on each cuff. He rose, wrapping a final restraint around her neck making sure it was loose enough to not cause her discomfort.

“What is this called, sir?” Felicity asked, genuinely curious.

Alistair smiled wickedly. “The Forced Orgasm Tower,” he replied.

He walked away, leaving her bound to the tower with several dozen pairs of eyes watching her. Nobody dared touch her, respecting the rights of her Dom. When Alistair returned, he was carrying her purse. One of the waiters brought him a chair and he sat down as if he were about to have a worldly discussion. He placed the purse on his lap and opened it up. Felicity's eyes were glued to him, watching his every move.

“Now I'm wishing I had brought something different to play with,” Felicity said, her voice cracking showing her nervousness.

“That's another infraction,” Alistair said. “Besides, you made a perfect selection for what I have planned.” He pulled out a Hitachi Magic Wand.  Rising from the chair, he walked over to Felicity, attaching the vibrator to the tower, then he pressed it up against her vagina making sure it rested firmly against her clit. He took the cord and plugged it into a electrical socket and returned to his chair, crossing one leg over the other.  He held the remote control for the device in his hand.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” he asked her.

Felicity shook her head. “No, sir.”

“Too bad,” Alistair clicked the device on and Felicity shook against the metal restraints. “You're not going anywhere, my dear. I have you buckled in there nice and tight.”

He listened with sheer delight as the sound of her moans increased in volume as she squirmed against the tower.  He watched her nipples grow erect as the juices from her overstimulated pussy slick the head of the massager. His own cock thickened and hardened within his pants. Tonight, he planned to fuck her, but not in front of everyone. That was something he wanted between them. Whenever he was inside of her, it was a special place, one he couldn't wait to visit.

Felicity cried out as another orgasm threatened to surface. Alistair shut the machine off with a click of a button, leaving her panting and wanton as she tried to grind against the wand.

“Ah, ah, ah, stay still, or I'll make your suffering tonight twice as long,” Alistair warned. “You try to cum without my permission again, I'll make you wear a Butterfly to work for a week and God have mercy on you if you dare turn it off.”

The threat was bold and Felicity knew him well enough to know he wasn't bluffing. The last thing she wanted to do was have multiple orgasms at work or be squirming in her chair because she couldn't take the sensations any more.

Felicity nodded. “I'm sorry, Alistair. Please forgive me.” she begged.

“I'm a forgiving man, Felicity.” He pushed the button on the device and sent Felicity into another uproar. It wasn't long before she was screaming and begging to cum. Again and again, he brought her to the edge, but never let her go over it. Two hours passed as he tortured her, taunting her the entire time.

“You should know... I once had a sub of mine who'd been wickedly disobedient bound to my tower for twelve hours. At one point, I left the wand on. Oh, she came so hard, over and over again until she couldn't take it. The pleasure was too much. She had to use her safe word. Should I do that to you, Felicity?”

Sweat poured from Felicity's pores like running water. Tears flowed from her eyes as she looked at Alistair. “No... sir....” she panted almost lightheaded from the rush of pleasure repeatedly denied.

“You're practically dripping, my dear,” he said in that sexy British voice of his. “I can't say that I've ever seen your pussy this wet before.” He rose, walking toward her. The tent inside his pants quite evident to all who watched them in between their own activities. He reached between Felicity's legs, scooping up the fluid there and brought his fingers to her lips. “Clean them.”

The memory of their reverse role wasn't lost on her. Only she knew he wasn't going to lose control like she had. Felicity opened her mouth, tongue slipping out to lick his fingers clean. She could taste her own essence and the heady scent nearly brought her over the edge.

“Very good.”

“Are you going to let me go, sir?” she asked breathlessly.

“No.” Alistair click the button and the wand went into action. Felicity cried out, her center's hypersensitivity to the device nearly driving her mad with pleasure. Alistair traced his fingers over her body following the pattern of her leather harness. “Do you want to cum, Felicity?”

“Yes! God yes, sir!” she belted out.

“What are you going to give me if I let you cum?” he teased.

“Whatever you want, sir.”

“I want specifics, Felicity.” he turned the wand up higher.

“Oh, fuck! Shit! Ah, mmmm, fuck!” Felicity moaned, nearly on the verge of hyperventilating.

“Answer me, Felicity.”

“I don't care! Whatever ever you want.... I'll suck your dick... I will... I swallow your cum the way you like!” she panted. “I'll rim your ass, just please let me cum!” she struggled against the unrelenting metal restraints.

“Oh what a lovely picture you paint. Such a tempting offer. My cock drools at the thought of your lips around me, sucking my cum as it gushes down your throat,”Alistair said low enough that only she could hear.

Felicity licked her own lips. “Mm hm, oh, ooh, fuck, Alistair please, stop, I can't take it!”

“You can and you will.”

She shook her head, left to right. “No, I swear, I can't take it. I need to cum so fucking badly. Please, I want to cum so hard for you.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Oh, you're making this about me, now? How is your orgasm a gift to me? Explain.”

Felicity grimaced. How could he expect her to make logical statements at a time like this?! “I don't know... shit! I just need to cum!”

“I don't know if you've learned your lesson. Understand, your orgasm is
my
gift to you. Just like m
y
orgasm is my gift to you. Whatever pleasure I allow you to have is by my good graces and you should cherish every second of it... even now.” He leaned forward, kissing her cheek. “You better not cum, Felicity.”

“Stop! Please, stop!” she begged, but he kept the vibrator going.

“Convince me that you've learned your lesson, Felicity.” Alistair pinched her hard, plump nipples with his other hand. Switching from one to the other.

“I've learned my lesson, sir! I swear!” she cried out.

“I need to see the proof of that, Felicity.” Alistair's eyes watched as the wand vibrated on her clit creating another powerful orgasm.

“I'm cumming, oh god, I'm cumming. Please sir...” Her breath came in labored gasped.

“Please what,” Alistair asked, his voice measured and articulate. Felicity knew it must have been a great deal of pressure on him to keep himself so calm. She could tell by the bulge in his pants that he wanted to cum as much as she did. “Please what, Felicity... you know I don't like repeating myself.” He stopped the machine long enough for her orgasm to recede, then he turned it back on.

“Oh, it feels so good, oh fuck!” Felicity moaned.

“I know this feels good. Did you learn your lesson? I'm worried as I have yet to receive an answer from you, Felicity.” Alistair turned up the speed.

She thought fast. “I... I don't want to cum, sir, until I tell you the lessons I've learned.”

Alistair smirked. “That's a very good start. What is your first lesson?”

“My pleasure and your pleasure are a gift to me, sir.” Felicity said in a rush of words.

“Very good. Next.”

She moaned as another wave of ecstasy rippled through her. “My pussy belongs to you.”

“Correct. Next.”

“My... my breasts belong to you.”

“Absolutely. Next.”

“My lips... belong... to you.”

“Well, I am pleased my dear. It seems that you have learned the lessons I wanted to teach today. Your entire body belongs to me.” Alistair leaned forward, kissing her passionately. He moaned as he pulled away, almost wishing he didn't have to, but he wasn't nearly finished with her. He looked down at his watch. “Two hours, Felicity. You've been on the brink for two hours. I think you deserve a reward, but I want to hear you beg for it nicely.”