The Pleasure Room (8 page)

“Jason, I---”

“Hey, don't be using my name during these conversations!”

“Really? You know if my phone was being tracked, they could still find you through your number,” she pointed out.

“That's why I'm using a burner. Toss this shit if I have to. So we're going to stick to the rules we agreed upon earlier.”

“Fine by me. Go on.”

“Okay. I know what I know because someone else I know happens to be his go-to girl whenever he goes to the club. She told me he's into all kinds of kink, some of it she's cool with. It's what he wants. She's what you call a pro-Domme or Dominatrix.”

“What's that?”

“He pays her to do the deed. The money's good and the club gives him the privacy he wants even better than some hotel room. Lord knows he can't take her home for his kinky games, not with his wife and children there.”

“Please, can you give me a hint to who she is? Maybe I can make some kind of arrangement to take her place one day?”

“Good luck with that. Dude's real paranoid. If she doesn't show up, he doesn't show up, get it?”

“Then how in the hell am I supposed to bust him?”

“That's for you to figure out. I've told you what I can.”

“Except the name of the Domme. I would never reveal the fact that you told me.”

“No. I'm not dragging her into your plot.”

“Fine. Thank you for this much.”

“Finally, some gratitude.”

“I'm grateful to you!” Felicity protested.

“Yeah, I ain't feeling the love right now,” Jason said.

“I've had a rough two days. That club is more than a notion.”

“Humph. So I've heard. You take care of yourself.”

“I will. You, too.” Felicity ended the call and went back to work. The rest of the day, she contemplated actually going back to the club. She really was tired, but even more than that, she was curious. Why did Alistair want her to come back? Just what secrets was he hiding behind that beautiful mask of sheer perfection?

“I'll see you tomorrow,” Felicity said to Allison as the two women parted ways after work. One taking the red line south and Felicity taking it north.

When she got home, she fixed a quick dinner and then took an even quicker shower. She stood in the middle of her room, looking between the inviting bed and the closet. She sighed and walked toward the closet and pulled out a long white skirt with a generous split up the side and a black sequined tank-top. She dressed then left, heading for the club, even against her better judgment. At least, that's what she wanted to believe. Not that it was stopping her from going.

~*~

Felicity stood outside the club, contemplating on taking those bold steps forward. Even sitting in her car for almost twenty minutes hadn't helped her build up the nerve. There she stood at the point of no return. What was she going to see? Would she be able to handle it?

The bouncer looked at her and chuckled.

“You're either going to go in or go home, but you ain't taking my job tonight,” he teased.

Felicity looked at him, then she took a look around at the empty parked cars, knowing hers was three blocks away. She was lucky to find that. For some reason, the streets were extra packed tonight.

“Go on, you may never forgive yourself if you punk out.”

“I'm not afraid to go inside,” she lied.

“Yeah, right. I know why I'm freezing my ass off out here, why are you?”

“I---Never mind.” She looked down at her watch. Nine-thirty. “Shit.” Okay, so she
was
afraid. Finally, she took a deep breath and walked passed the bouncer, who opened the door for her. She made her way through the restaurant, towards the black door. Ran her card through the scanner and traveled up the flights of stairs. Only one more barrier in the way. One more door she had to go through. Those fucking red velvet curtains! She peeked though the slit in the curtains, trying to see inside the room. There was a huge crowd blocking her view of the center stage. Whatever was going on, it was apparent the show was in full swing. Curiosity got the best of her and she parted the curtains and walked through. The place was packed, more than the two previous nights. Very politely, she slid past the patrons until she was standing in the front of the crowd.

Bad idea
.

There, securing a lovely red headed woman in the leather cuffs of the St. Andrew's Cross stood Alistair in all of his Dom glory. Clad in tight black leather pants that had the audacity to accentuate every curve and bulge of his magnificent ass, thighs and crotch. The leather hugged his legs as if it were a second layer of skin showing the power of his muscles as he shifted position. His chest was bare with the exception of a leather-studded harness. He wore leather-studded gauntlets on both wrists that only served to showcase the impressive muscles in his arms. His black leather boots increased his already remarkable height about an inch. His short, wavy, black hair was combed back giving the audience a clear view of his gorgeous features. His green eyes scanned over his female captive approvingly as she looked adoringly up at him.

The woman wasn't the only person at his mercy. On the other side of the stage, was a man tied in ropes so intricately designed, it could be considered art. His skin looked so beautiful underneath the canvas of knots and cords. He, too was secured to a rack of sorts. His legs spread apart, waist tied in the middle and wrist bound above his head. His eyes held anticipation and lust as if he were the luckiest person in the world.
Maybe he was.

After Alistair finished binding the red head, he walked around her, dragging his fingertips across her ribcage, first one side, than the other, until he was standing before her again. He reached up, cupping one exposed breast, finger and thumb working her erect nipple, pinching it ever so slightly. The woman gasped and squirmed in place. Alistair's expression was focused and possessive. He switched from one breast to the other, massaging them, playing with her nipples until she moaned uncontrollably.

Felicity watched in sheer fascination as the woman practically begged Alistair to fuck her with her eyes. Such control, Alistair had and Felicity couldn't help but marvel at it. Finally, when it looked as if the woman was about the burst, Alistair pulled away from her. She whimpered, but didn't say a word. He walked over to the male bound in ropes, sliding his hands down the length of his torso as he admired his own work. His hand slid up, thumb brushing over a nipple. The man moaned, eyes rolling in his head as his lids fluttered. His cock was erect, jutting towards Alistair, moisture beading the head in his anticipation. Again, it seemed Alistair was intent on making them beg for it, whatever
it
was. Like the female, he played with the man's nipples, lightly twisting, plucking and stroking them until they were swollen and needy.

One of the waiters came over to Alistair holding a tray. Alistair looked over the tray's contents and pulled a thin cane from the selection and the waiter walked away. He ran the tip of the cane over the man's body as if drawing random patterns. He walked around the man, teasing him with the cane. Then when he stood before him again, he ran the tip of the cane along the length of the man's erection. The man gasped and twitched within his confines.

“Tell me you deserve this and why?” Alistair said to the man.

“Sir, I deserved to be beaten. I deserved the pain,” the man replied.

“Why?”

“I came before I was giving permission to,” he answered.

“That's correct and now I must punish you for your disobedience,” Alistair said. There was a spark in his eyes that indicated he was going to enjoy this as much as the man. “Are you ready?”

The man nodded.

Alistair frowned and repeated himself. “Are you ready?”

Realizing his mistake, he quickly corrected himself. “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy. Now when I beat you, I do not want you to hold back. Do not remain silent. I want to hear you, do you understand?” Alistair was looking him directly in his blue eyes.

“Yes, sir. I will not hold back.”

“Good.”

With that, Alistair stepped to the side looking for the perfect spot to start. His eyes zeroed in on a body part and down came the cane, right across the man's ass cheek. There was a hiss and jerk, but that was all the man offered. At least for now. Felicity couldn't believe what she was witnessing. This is what Alistair wanted her to see when he told her to come back. A part of her wanted to run and never return, but her body refused to move and her eyes refuse to look away. Alistair continued laying the cane down on the man's flesh as red welts appeared over his skin, some in crisscross patterns. By this time, the man was quite audible, his moans a mixture of both pain and pleasure. It had to be at least twenty strikes before Alistair ended the beating. The crowd looked on approvingly as Alistair comforted the man, kissing his cheeks, forehead and dipping down to kiss his mouth. He hugged him as he whispered into his ear. All Felicity could see was the man nodding and rubbing his head against Alistair's shoulder.

After a few moments, Alistair pulled away, smiling that devilishly charming smile of his. “You did well,” he told the man.

“Thank you … sir,” the man replied through labored pants.

“I think you're entitled to a reward after enduring your punishment so well,” Alistair said. “Would you like a reward, Taylor?”

The man's eyes perked up and he licked his lips. “Yes, sir. Very much, sir.”

Alistair smirked with a chuckle and turned, making his way to the female still squirming in her restraints. “Ahhh, settle down now. This is the reason why you're here. You need a lesson in patience.”

“Yes, sir,” the female replied.

The same waiter came over to them with another tray. Alistair looked over items and removed a silver six-inch vibrator from the tray.

“This is perfect.” He looked at the device with appreciation.

Once again, the waiter stepped away, leaving Alistair with his sub. Felicity watched, transfixed by his every move, wondering what he was going to do next. She knew she was just diving deeper and deeper down that proverbial rabbit hole the longer she stayed, but like Alice, she just had to keep going all the way to the twisted tea party.

“What do you want me to do with this?” Alistair asked the redhead as he displayed the vibrator in his hand, turning it this way and that.

“Please,” she pleaded.

“Please what?” Alistair asked, casting an arch eyebrow in her direction.

“Please correct me,” the woman said.

It wasn't what Felicity was expecting and she wasn't sure why the woman said it. Through it all, her eyes remained locked on Alistair. His silent command of the room held everyone's rapt attention. There was no one making out in the corner, at least not yet. Was this the power of his appeal? Even she had to admit, just seeing him standing there in black leather was almost too much for her to bear. She could feel the heat increase between her legs as she watched him run the vibrator over the woman's body, paying special attention to her nipples. For a split second, she imagined it was her, tied to that cross with Alistair “correcting” her, then she banished the thought from her mind. She wasn't some horny pervert who liked to be bound and gagged. At least that's what she believed.

The woman purred loudly when Alistair ran the vibrator between her legs. He leaned forward, taking one of her plump nipples into his mouth, lips working over the firm flesh expertly even from Felicity's perspective. The woman thrashed against the cuffs as Alistair worked the vibrator deep inside of her, pumping in and out with a slow, torturous rhythm. He switched his tantalizing assault on one nipple to apply his skill to the other. All the while he worked the vibrator inside the woman until she threw her head back, quaking for release. It was at that point, he pulled away, denying her completion. The woman moaned and squirmed even more, but bit her bottom lip instead of complaining.

Alistair stood back, smiling approvingly. “You're learning. Your pleasure is my gift to you, not to be demanded from me. You'll come when I want you to.”

“Yes, sir,” the woman panted as she struggled to regain some measure of control having been denied what was obviously going to be an intense orgasm.

The waiter returned and Alistair placed the vibrator on the tray, then walked over to the bound man. This time, another waiter was waiting with a tray of his own. Alistair looked over the contents of the tray and nodded.

“It's time for your reward,” Alistair said. “Do you think you deserve it?”

“Only if you think I deserve it, sir,” Taylor replied.

Felicity was so confused as she watched this interaction. She didn't know if these people were role-playing or if they were actually this brainwashed to consider themselves slaves to a master. But still, there was something completely erotic about giving up that control that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Alistair leaned over, close to his ear and whispered something to him. He had been whispering things to both subs the entire time and it made Felicity even more curious as to what he was  saying to them. The man's skin flushed as his erection grew even harder. Whatever Alistair said to him, she was guessing it achieved the desired effect. Alistair stood before him, removing a thin, stainless steel bar from the tray. He held it up with one hand and with the other, applied a clear gel to the bar. Next, he squirted a few drops of gel on the tip of Taylor's cock. The man twitched as the gel touched him, but he smiled knowing what was going to follow.