The Pleasure Room (43 page)

“Just give me a few minutes.” He was still trembling a little, but his body was becoming his again with each passing second.

“Okay.” Felicity continued to offer him comfort.

“Mmmmmm, that feels good,” Alistair said, commenting on her back massaging skills.

“I know something that will feel even better,” she flirted.

“Better than this... please show me.”

“My pleasure.” She climb on top of the table with him and began to run her hands over his entire body, massaging his shoulders, back, lower back, thighs, calves then she moved back up to his ass. She kneaded his firm muscles in both hands for several long pleasurable moments then she pulled his cheeks apart.

Alistair moaned loudly when he felt her tongue lapping at his hole. He closed his eyes and gave in to the expertise of her mouth as she sucked, licked, nipped and tongue-fucked his entry. “Oh, Felicity, you're driving me crazy!” he gasped.

She reached between his legs, grabbing his scrotum and massaged his balls gently in her hands and Alistair raised up to give her more access. She worked him over until he was on the verge of another intense orgasm then she pulled away.

“Not yet, my little English muffin.” Felicity giggled at her clever nickname as she climbed off the table and picked up her strap-on. She lubed up each end until they were glistening with the heated gel, then slipped it on and buckled it in place, making sure it was secure in position. One end jutted up from her crotch, hard and ready and the smaller prong was pressed firmly against her center.

“You're having too much fun at my expense,” Alistair teased.

“Don't worry baby, you'll always be the Dom in our relationship.” She slapped his ass and he laughed. Climbing back on the table, scooting forward and slowly began to slide the tip of her dildo inside him. Alistair moaned as he was breached, the sensation of being filled once again heightening his arousal. Felicity moaned as she could feel the dildo's other shorter end gliding along her pussy. She began to pump her hips back and forth, both dildos working their erogenous zones driving their pleasure to another level. “Oh God, this feels so good!”

“Yeah, it does,” Alistair agreed grunting against the pleasure. “Can I jerk off, my Queen?”

“Yes, yes, I want to watch up pump your cock.”

Alistair took the lube from the tray and squirted a nice amount into his palm and reached down, taking hold of his cock. He began to stroke himself in time with Felicity's thrusts. She pushed into him, hitting his spot and he quaked. “Oh yeah! That's it... keep doing that.”

Felicity followed his instructions, aiming for his prostate on each thrust. Soon, he was moaning loudly and pumping his cock with an animal's abandon. She thought it was the perfect time to up the ante and she activated the vibrator.

“Oh, ah! Fuck! Fuck yeah!” Alistair belted out as the pleasure rocked his body.

Felicity panted and moaned as the buzzing against her clit intensified, sending unrelenting waves of ecstasy coursing through her core.

“Oh my God, I'm gonna cum!” she panted breathlessly.

“Yeah, baby,” Alistair growled as he felt his balls clench up. He cried out as his orgasm boiled over, erupting from him like a volcano.

Felicity cried out as the vibrator buzzed and stroked against her clit, bringing on her orgasm fast. She gripped his hips as they both came screaming. A generous amount of his seed spewed from Alistair as he growled and grunted with each spurt. His fingers coating in the creamy fluid as he milked the last drops from his balls. Felicity pulled out and turned off the vibrator before collapsing on top of him breathing heavily. Alistair lay flat on his stomach, struggling to catch his breath as her fingers lightly played in his hair.

Time seem to stand still as the two of them came back to their senses. Alistair was the first to speak. “Ten-thirteen.”

Felicity frowned, not understanding what he was talking about. “What?”

“Ten-thirteen. It's the number to our shared bank account I set up for us. It's also the day we met,” Alistair said, clearing up all of her confusion.

Felicity shot up, slid off  his back and over to his side, so that she could see his face. “What?” she asked again, wanting to hear him repeat himself.

“You've given me so much happiness, Felicity and that's not including the mind-blowing orgasms that I nearly pass out from.” He chuckled. “I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life loving you. This is my invitation for you to come live with me, permanently.”

Felicity started to cry. “Oh, my God, Alistair, I love you so much!” She kissed him several times over his face until her lips found his and she devoured him. He reached over, pulling her closer as they explored each others mouths, tongues roaming over familiar territory.

He broke the kiss, trailing his lips to her chin, jaw, neck. “So, what's your answer?” he asked, between his fevered kisses.

“Yes! Yes, hell yes! I don't want to live my life without you.”

Alistair lifted his head, locking eyes with her. “Marry me?”

Again, he caught her completely by surprise and she felt her heart expand so much so, she thought it would burst from her chest.

“Oh my God, are you serious? Are you sure?”

Alistair nodded with a wide grin. “I've never been more sure about anything in my life. Marry me, Felicity.”

“Yes,” Felicity answered without further hesitation. “Yes! Oh man, what did I do to deserve you?”

“You were born and from that moment on, we were destined. I'm going to spend the rest of our lives making you happy and giving you exactly what you need... Mrs. Montgomery-Piers,” he said, his heart swelling with the declaration. He spent the next few hours showing her just how much she meant to him until they were exhausted and content, sleeping in each others arms dreaming of their new life together.

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 Desires Unleashed

Knights of the Darkness Chronicles

Book One

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Desires Unleashed

Chapter One

Detective Warren Davis shuffled through the messy stack of files on his desk. He was searching desperately for his drawer key. He had hidden a box of
Crunchy Crème
glazed donuts inside and wanted to indulge selfishly in the delicious sugary taste of, in his opinion, “
the best damn donuts to hit the 21st century
.” Finally after turning his desk into a disaster area, which didn’t take much, he located the key to his treasure. He glanced inconspicuously over one shoulder then the other to make sure no one was watching. He knew how irresistible
Crunchy Crème
could be and he didn’t want to share one morsel. He slowly turned the key and unlocked the drawer. 

There they lay, the sweets of gods. Warren didn’t know of a soul alive who could turn down a
Crunchy Crème
donut. Slowly, he opened the box, pulling one glazed donut from the container. He stuffed the sugary treat, in its entirety, into his mouth, taking pleasure in the gigantic burst of sweetness that followed.  

"
Mmm
,
delicious … There‘s got to be some smack in these donuts to have me so addicted,
” he thought to himself as he closed the drawer and settled back in his cushioned leather chair. He stretched his long legs out in front of him as he chewed the donut slowly, savoring every bite.  

"What are you eating?” his partner, Detective Matthew Eric, asked as he approached him.

He stood beside Warren’s relaxing figure, noting the huge bulges in the insides of his partner's cheeks. Matthew Eric stood six-feet-three, very muscular and extremely handsome. His physique reminded Warren of a light-weight wrestler. Matthew’s skin was a perfect soft-golden shade which complemented his light-brown eyes hidden behind the mop of dark brown curls. His hand came up brushing the curls from his eyes as he studied Warren.

       Warren remained silent as he swallowed, forcing one huge piece of donut down his throat then another. He was thankful for the time it gave him to think of a believable lie.

Matthew looked down at his partner, a smile spreading across his face as he watched Warren nearly choking to rid himself of the evidence. He waited patiently for the lie that would sure enough come spilling from those glaze covered lips. He thought Warren should know better than to open a box of
Crunchy Crèmes,
and think he wouldn’t have to share.  

“Oh,” Warren managed to say, swallowing the last of his donut. “This? It’s nothing.” He followed up with a huge gulp of his decaffeinated coffee before smiling innocently up at his partner.  

Matthew took one look at his partner’s full-of-crap expression and gave him one of his own. One that said
he’d better share the goods, or else
.  

“What?” Warren asked, shrugging his shoulders.

“If you don’t cough it up, there’s going to be repercussions,” Matthew threatened playfully.

“Are you sure?” Warren asked, smiling slyly.

“Un-hmm,” Matthew nodded.

“Okay.” Warren began coughing and gagging playfully, attempting to bring up what he had swallowed.

Matthew grimaced. “Oh God, man stop it. You’re fucking disgusting. Now, where’s the damn box?”

Warren laughed as he reached into his drawer pulling out his secret stash.

“I was going to give you some anyway,” he stated.

“Yeah, sure you were, ya bastard,” Matthew said, unconvinced.

He all but snatched a donut from the box then sat back in his chair devouring his treat. After a few minutes, he looked at Warren.,

“Remember when we first shared a box of these donuts?”

"Yeah," Warren responded, remembering how Matthew had discovered his secret. “What made you think of that?”

“Don’t know, just nostalgia, I suppose,” Matthew replied.

“I remember how freaked you were that day,” Warren said.

“Who could blame me? I think I got over it well enough.”

“Yeah, you did.”

As Matthew took another bite of his donut, he remembered their captain wanted to see the two of them in her office. Pronto. After he swallowed, he decided to inform his partner.

“Hey I forgot, the Captain wanted us in her office ASAP,” Matthew said calmly, as he munched on more of the donut.

“Oh really? Nothing good can come from that,” Warren said as he reached in his drawer for a third donut.

Officer Brown walked over—a tall, good looking black man, he was clean shaven, well built and the health conscious/athletic type. He wasn’t the kind of person to be caught dead stuffing his mouth with calorie-laden foods. He looked down at the two detectives and shook his head in dismay.  

“Hey, the Captain is looking for you two. If I was you, I’d hustle in there, on the double,” he said, grimacing in disgust at the two men fattening themselves on the two-hundred-calories-per-serving donuts.

“Yeah, we know, we’re going now,” Matthew said, rising from his chair.

“Damn shame,” Officer Brown muttered as he walked away, leaving the two detectives to smile at each other.

They made their way to their captain’s office passing a few officers who were teasing them by making throat slitting motions. Everyone suspected the captain was going to have another difficult case for the two detectives to work on. They were right.

“What took you two so long to get in here?”

Captain Michelle Lawrence asked as she sat at her desk. The two detectives noticed that they didn't get a glimpse of her long shapely legs which were hidden behind the desk. Warren suspected that she had been gawked at by one too many officers and managed to hide her assets. Her long blonde hair fell in waves past her shoulders onto her shirt front, denying them and all others a peek of her ‘famous cleavage’ that the majority of the male−and some female cops –admired.

“Well, you know, Detective Eric, I didn’t expect to be waiting this long when I called both of you in here about five minutes ago,” she said, both eyebrows raised, a finger lightly tapping the desk.

“Sorry, Captain, but Warren here, he was in the ‘little boy’s’ room,” Detective Eric fibbed quickly, not wanting to admit the real reason he postponed getting to her office, which was, he forgot.

“There’s nothing ‘little’ about my ‘boy’,” Warren retorted as he tried hard to force back the chuckles threatening to erupt at any second.

Captain Lawrence looked at the two men and shook her head.