The Pleasure Room (41 page)

Felicity wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing his hips lower to her crotch. She moaned as she felt his erection growing even harder against her stomach. “You're the most amazing man I've ever met. I can't even imagine my life anymore without you in it. I love you so much, Alistair.”

“You know, since our contract is broken, the rules are off,” Alistair said as he slowly started grinding his erection against her.

“Oh, does that mean I can have you inside me?” she purred.

“As deep as my cock can go.”

“Oh my, that's pretty deep. I hope I can handle it all.”

“You better.” He leaned down nipping her bottom lip, then he kissed her.

“I love when your proper British ass talks dirty,” Felicity said. “Make love to me, baby.”

“Oh, Felicity...” Alistair gasped as he slid inside her slick wetness. He planted sweet kisses on her lips, jaw his mouth brushed over her soft skin, moving lower to her neck, sucking, kissing and licking her tender flesh. Felicity ran her fingers through his hair, grabbing hold of his silky, raven curls.

“I will always be yours. Now and forever... I belong to you,” she promised, gasping as his cock stroked her in all the right places. He pumped into her with a slow, steady rhythm designed to prolong the ecstasy while intensifying it. Hands roamed over heated flesh, stroking, grabbing, caressing as their combined pleasure mounted.

“Cum with me, baby,” Felicity purred, moaning as her orgasm started to burn within her.

“You are mine,” Alistair growled as his hips thrust harder, his body tensing with its need for release. He held her close to him as they crested. Their bodies rocked against each other as they rode the powerful waves of their climaxes.

Time held no consequence as Alistair lay there with the love of his life in his arms. They were both basking in the afterglow of their union, enjoying the bond they were forming, solidifying in the love they shared. He brought her hand up to his mouth, kissing the back of each one of her fingers.

“Who knew you were such a romantic,” Felicity mumbled in her drowsy state.

“Just you,” Alistair replied with a kiss to the top of her head. “Goodnight, love.”

Together, they drifted off to sleep in each other's embrace.

Chapter Fourteen

One Month Later

“So, how do you feel about that asshole, Oliver Greene being cleared of charges?” Allison asked, engaging in idle conversation as they both waited for the elevator to arrive.

“He was lucky enough to survive that night of horror like the rest of us. He actually got shot and ended up on life support. So I guess the evidence proved he was just a fool thinking the mayor was his friend, but not a murderer. At least his ass got fired from
Chicago Word
. I wouldn't have wanted to stay here and work under him otherwise,” Felicity said.

“Oh, hell yeah, they had to fire him.
Chicago Word
got scooped on the story of the year by every single person with a fucking internet connection and a website. Even people with blogs about cats and dogs and yarn got the story out before them,” Allison said. “He cost them money and the bottom line. It was curtains for him.”

“Really? Did you just say it was 'curtains for him'? Who even says that anymore?” Felicity laughed.

“That line is funny and I don't care. I'm going to keep saying it.” Allison looked at the elevator level indicator. “Damn, it's about time. Slow-ass elevator.”

The doors opened and they walked onto the elevator and Felicity pushed the first level button.

“The best news is  about mayor Dwight Goldberg and his cop goons—yeah, I said it—goons, all ten of them, won't be smelling the sweet taste of freedom any time soon,” Allison said. “Not to mention, some of them have been singing like canaries for lighter sentences.”

Felicity laughed with a sense of vindication and victory. “I hope they don't get too much of a break. Not with the likes of charges of murder, attempted murder, conspiracy to commit murder, racketeering, money laundering, extortion and am I missing anything?”

“Adultery.”

“Well, that's not a crime, just a disgrace.”

“If he was a woman and this was two centuries ago, it would be.”

The elevator stopped and let more people on. Felicity and Allison made room in the tiny lift.

“I'm just happy they're keeping their asses in jail until their trial dates. I wouldn't feel safe if they were out on bail or something,” Allison said.

“You and me both,” Felicity agreed. “I want them to suffer for what they did to Jason and his sister.”

“Oh, I'm sure they will.” Allison rubbed Felicity's arm gently, offering her comfort.

“Are you two talking about the mayor... well soon to be ex-mayor?” Christine from Human Resources asked.

“Yeah, just the latest news on his case,” Felicity said.

“You guys rocked that story, I was so shocked when I saw how it all went down. You two must have been terrified that night,” Christine speculated.

“Hell yeah, I was almost killed!” Allison exclaimed. “I barely survived with my life.”

The elevator doors open and everyone exited heading toward the parking lot.

“I'm glad you both survived, talk to you later,” Christine said, waving goodbye.

Both Allison and Felicity waved back before turning in the opposite direction.

“I've been meaning to ask you all day, how was your training session last night?” Felicity asked Allison.

Allison sighed. “I just want you and your boyfriend to know what a corruptible force the two of you are. I was doing just fine in my vanilla life before you met him. Now, I'm under the tutelage of Mistress Miranda's ol' kinky ass and… I love it!”

“Uh huh, I thought so. Miranda's cool. So what does she have you doing?”

“Exploring my bi side for one.”

Felicity's mouth dropped open. “What?”

“I mean, I was always bi-curious, but you know... was too afraid to test the theory. But Miranda really knows how to push my limits and she's teaching me how to push the limits of others and I really like it. The control.” Allison smiled in spite of the fact that she was blushing.

“I guess your shit talking days are over,” Felicity said.

“I'm going to always talk shit, only now it's to a deserving sub,” Allison quipped.

Felicity shook her head, laughing. “Wait till I tell Alistair. You know he trained Miranda?”

“She told me, kinky ass bitch. You know she was hoping to have a threesome with the two of you.”

“I figured as much. Whenever I'm in the main dungeon, she seeks me out,” Felicity said.

“How are you and Alistair?” Allison asked.

“Doing better and better every day. The investigation is going smoothly and his business didn't suffer as much as we feared it might. He did lose some clients, but he also gained a lot more due to the conspiracy and the food. On the other hand, our love life is amazing! As a matter of fact, I going to take a second stab at topping him tonight.”

“He's switches?” Allison asked, shocked.

Felicity scoffed. “His domineering ass role-plays. He can't ever truly relinquish control. I really don't think it's in him.”

“I didn't think he would. He seems so overwhelming, really.”

“The first time he
let
me play the lead, he was fucking with me the whole time. Cumming without my permission, seducing me, making me lose control. I got something for his ass tonight, though.” Felicity wiggled her eyebrows and nodded mischievously.

“I'm guessing you put good use to that money Gregory let us keep,” Allison said.

“Oh, I did, believe me. I still can't believe he let us have it. Said it was for a job well done.” Felicity smiled. “So, what did you do with your half?”

“Saved some and paid my car off,” Allison said. “Well, have fun tonight and I'll see you tomorrow, Ms. Ace Reporter.”  

“Same to you, Ace Reporter Partner.” Felicity waved goodbye as she walked towards her car.

~*~

Felicity was happy she made it home before Alistair. They had a new butler who was friendly and a great employee, she still missed Bernard's charm and amicable personality. Alistair had been wonderful and true to his word, paying for the funeral and even the repast. He sent Bernard to his final resting place in style as far as his family and friends were concerned. He also sent them a very nice check in Bernard's honor. Felicity said her pleasantries to Morris, their new butler, then made her way towards the Pleasure Room to prepare.

This time, she didn't put on the outfit Alistair had laid out for her, but one she'd purchased herself. She walked over to the toys on the shelf and set up her tray with an electrified dildo, his private collection of sounds, a large tube of lube and last but not least, she took a crop from the wall. But the p
ièce de résistance
was her vibrating dildo strap on. That, she kept inside the box. She placed a cloth over the tray, concealing the toys and rolled the tray over to the bondage chair. She sat down in the chair and waited for him. When she finally heard the sounds of his keys in the lock, she stood up, posed in red latex catsuit, four-inched spiked heels and red latex gloves.
 

Alistair opened the door and stood in the doorway, frozen. His eyes roamed over Felicity's sexy curves salaciously covered in shiny, red latex... an outfit he
knew
he didn't buy her. His cock began to stir inside his pants and he shifted his position to give it some space. He walked into the room, closing and locking the door behind him. He started towards Felicity but she held a hand out.

“Stop!” she commanded.

“What's this? I left an outfit I expected to see you in when I came home,” Alistair said.

She walked over to him. “Tonight, I will be in control, so take your gorgeous ass to the bathroom and prepare yourself for me.”

He gave her a patronizing smile. “We didn't discuss this, Felicity.”

“You can spank me later, but right now, your ass is mine.”

She struck him hard on his thigh with the crop and his hissed in pain.

“Do as I say.” she demanded.

Alistair gave her a calculated look. “You think you can handle me?”

“I know I can. This isn't going be like last time. I'm redeeming myself tonight. Now, the longer you stall, the worst your punishment is going to be,” Felicity said.

Alistair chuckled. “Sure, I'll play... ma'am.” He walked of into the bathroom to prepare himself.

He returned half hour later. Felicity looked down and saw that he'd shaved his balls for the occasion.

“I like the new look, perhaps we can keep that going,” she implied.

“Yes, ma'am,” Alistair said.

“Come over here and sit down.”

“Yes, ma'am.” He did as he was told, sitting down on the bondage chair. He sat still as Felicity strapped him in completely. His cock was thick, long and hard as a rock as it jutted up from his crotch.

Felicity rolled the tray where he couldn't see the toys she'd picked out for him. “I've selected such a lovely set of toys for you. I'm going to have you cumming so hard, you're going to be begging me for mercy.”

“Bring it on... Felicity,” Alistair challenged.

Felicity smirked. “Oh, don't worry, I will.”

Alistair couldn't take his eyes off Felicity, he was so aroused by her take-charge attitude his cock was literally drooling down his shaft.

She stepped up to him, grabbing a handful of his hair and yanked his head upward. “But there's a catch to this, baby.”

“Oh, really... and pray-tell, what has your little mind concocted?”

She slapped his face and he gasped, and the deep, throaty growl he released conveyed all of the lust he was feeling as his chest began to heave.