The Pleasure Room (30 page)

“I brought this.” Felicity reached into her purse, pulling out the vibrating massager still wrapped in its plastic casing.

Alistair eyed the item and smiled. “Very good choice.”

“Are you going to use it as my punishment, sir?” Felicity asked imploringly.

“That all depends on you. In any case, it will be for your pleasure. I wanted to push your limits tonight. Do you think you're ready for a public scene? Not one where we enjoy ourselves in the corner, but with you bound and exposed for all to see?” Alistair asked her.

Felicity's heart thundered inside her chest. Was she really ready to be put on display. She remembered telling him she'd never do that, but she also didn't think she'd ever have sex in public either. There was something about all of it that was so liberating. So erotic. It was almost as if her orgasms were stronger because of the added voyeurism.

“I want an answer, Felicity.” Alistair's voice brought her back to the present.  “That is your third infraction. Do you need time to answer me?”

“Yes, sir,” Felicity said.

“Very well. I will give you until seven o'clock.”

Felicity looked at the clock. She had two minutes to decide if she wanted to push her limits to the next level. As she thought about the scenario, a voice came to mind. Well, not so much as the voice, but the words spoken at the time.
 “Oh, doubt all you want. It's in your eyes, sweetie. It's only a matter of time before he has you on that St. Andrew's cross begging to cum.”
At that time
,
she didn't know the woman's name was Miranda and she had seen her coming a mile away. She just thought it was bullshit. But here she was, a month later, having done her fair share of begging since meeting Alistair. She was getting ready to give her consent when it dawned on her. Could she out the Mayor without outing herself?

If you follow the plan, you can. Keep your identity
, said her subconscious voice.

Yeah, but for how long
, she asked it. Fucking conscience could be one hell of a trouble-making nag, sometimes
.
 

If she did allow him to tie her up, would she be free by the time she had to deliver the camcorder?

You can always say “red”
, said that nagging voice.

Yeah, but I wouldn't mean it... would I?
She asked herself.  After careful consideration she made her decision.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes, sir.” She decided to do it anyway. It may even lead to her credibility that she wanted him, accepted him. It was true anyway. One of the most honest things about her.

A slow seductive smile spread across Alistair's face. “Excellent.”

“Are we going to do it now, sir?” Felicity asked, as she shifted from one foot to the other, feeling a bit anxious.

“No, but it will take place tonight. Right now, I have a lot of paperwork to catch up on since I've been putting some of it off for you,” he gave her another quick smile, reassuring her that he wasn't angry about that.

“What do you want me to do, Alistair?”

“For now, go have fun. If you're hungry, I can have  a meal sent up here for you.” He looked at her, awaiting her reply.

She thought about it for a moment, the gnawing in her stomach gave a resounding answer. “I am hungry, sir.”

“Look over the menu and when you decide what you want, let me know,” Alistair said, returning to his desk chair and taking a seat. He tapped a few buttons on his computer and a menu popped up on the screen. “Come over here, Felicity.”

She did as she was told, walking towards his desk and standing behind his chair.

“Here you are.” He pointed at the screen.

Her eyes scanned over the limited menu. The food in the restaurant/cover section of the club was delicious but the options were skim. One thing that was to die for was the signature dish; the porterhouse steak. But she wasn't sure she wanted something that heavy on her stomach tonight. She was already feeling nervous enough to vomit as it was.

“I'll take the shrimp chipotle salad,” she said.

“Very good choice,” Alistair complimented. He typed a few more buttons on his keyboard. “All right, it should be ready soon. You can relax, love.”

Felicity decided to lounge on the leather sofa and watch him as he worked. She found him so fascinating. An entrepreneur, philanthropist, intellect, gentleman and the sexiest, most gorgeous Dom in all the world. She loved him, she loved all of him.

Alistair felt her gaze upon him and he looked at her. “What is on your mind?”

“Can I speak freely, sir?” she asked.

Alistair studied her for a few seconds then nodded. “You may.”

“I was thinking about you and how sexy you look in your leather Dom gear,” she said, partially telling the truth. She wanted to tell him she was thinking about how much she loved him, but was too afraid the revelation would force him to slam on the brakes. She wanted this ride to go on and on.

Alistair smirked. “So you like to see me in my 'Dom gear' as you call it?”

Felicity nodded. “You haven't worn it since that first night in the club. I really want to see you dressed to your Dom nines.”

Alistair belted out a hearty laugh. The sexy, masculine sound filling the room and touching Felicity in ways she hoped his hands would soon. She wanted him. No other man she'd ever known could make her feel that way. Loving Alistair made her feel complete, like she had found the missing piece to the puzzle that was her destiny.

“Unfortunately, I will not be wearing it tonight. But if you behave, I might surprise you one day soon,” Alistair said.

“What if I'm naughty?”

Alistair's gaze shifted into a predatory one as his lust for her began to rise along with his cock. “I might still surprise you,” he said, his voice husky with his need. He was one second away from going to her and fucking her brains out on the sofa when there was a knock on his office door. “Who is it?” he called out.

“Hello, sir, we have the meal you ordered,” the employee said.

“Come in,” Alistair beckoned.

The door opened and one of the partially dressed restaurant employees walked in carrying a tray with Felicity's salad, calorie-free fruit water and utensils. He placed the tray on the coffee table in front of the leather sofa.

“Do you need anything else, sir?” he asked.

“No, that will be all, thank you, Martin,” Alistair said.

Martin gave him a quick nod and left, closing the door behind him. Felicity looked at the food, she could smell the succulent aroma of the fresh shrimp and homemade salad dressing. She scooted closer to the meal and began mixing it up, shifting lettuces, shrimp and other veggies around the bowl with her fork. Alistair watched as she began to dig into the food. He liked a woman with a healthy appetite. More importantly, he loved everything about her. From her sexual innocence to her sexual aggression. He loved the fact that she was funny, even when she wasn't actively trying to be. She was smart and holding conversations with her was pure joy. He loved her attitude, feisty, tenacious on one side yet, yielding and loving on the other.
 
 

“Oh my goodness, this salad is delicious!” Felicity declared with gusto.

Alistair chuckled under his breath. “I'm glad to see you're enjoying it. It's one of my post popular entrees on the menu.”

“You know, speaking of the menu, you really should expand it. I know the Porterhouse Elm isn't really why this place exists, but still, it's an attraction and people who may not even know about its real purpose still enjoy eating here,” Felicity said.

“Are you giving me business advice?” Alistair asked, one eyebrow cocked.

Felicity shrugged. “I'm just saying. Everything on your menu is amazing. You must have a world class chef back there whipping things up. You can make so much more money if you added more food items.”

“It would be attention I'm not entirely trying to draw which is why I make it exclusive by charging a monthly fee just to dine here.”

“All the more reason to offer more food. People are paying, like what? Fifty dollars a month to eat here? They should be able to get some gourmet tacos or crab legs or lobster fettuccine at some point,” Felicity argued.

Alistair was taken by surprised by Felicity's business sense. “You pose a valid point. Perhaps I may extend the menu. Why don't you write down five new dishes you'd like to see and I'll add them.”

Felicity eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

Alistair nodded. “I value your opinion”

She wanted to cry, she was so touched that he was taking her seriously. That he cared about what she wanted... that her opinion mattered to him. Maybe should could tell him she loved him. Maybe it wouldn't send him screaming in the other direction. S
oon.

“Thank you, Alistair. I'll think of a few dishes.” She smiled then put another forkful of food into her mouth.

Alistair went back to his computer. He had put off at least a week's worth of paperwork in place of taking Felicity on dates in addition to their daily lessons. He wanted to spoil her, lavish her with gifts. Most of all, he wanted to see her happy. However, those little excursion meant double the work right now. He would start her scene at ten, providing he was through.

Felicity finished her meal and glanced at the clock. It was fifteen minutes past eight. She needed to get ready. “Alistair, can I go down to The Pleasure Room?”

“Of course. I didn't expect you to want to stay up here with me while I ignore you for business,” he joked. “Although, if I wanted to keep you here, I would.”

“And I'd stay. I'd be bored out of my mind, but I'd stay. I might even be naughty and start doing things, you know... acting out to demand your attention,” she teased.

Alistair's fingers froze over his keyboard and his eyes locked on her.
Sweet Jesus!
he thought. This woman was almost too much for him.
His lusty gaze roamed over her, devouring every inch of her curves.

Damn it, Felicity! You're about to get shit started when you KNOW you have to be somewhere else!
she reminded herself.

“I'm going to make you pay for that statement later on tonight. Now go before you distract me further,” Alistair seductively threatened.

“Okay,” was Felicity's sweet-as-candy reply. She breathe a sigh of relief that her randiness didn't cost her the opportunity of a lifetime. But then she groaned when she thought about the missed fun she could have had not only at Alistair's expense, but
with
him.

She hurried to the dungeon, making sure she had her little lipstick camera at the ready. She made a public appearance for ten minutes, even chatting a bit with Miranda before excusing herself to the “bathroom” which really meant room: “Heaven's Gate”. Alistair named all of his private rooms names related to—what else—pleasure. She found the room easily having explored the Pleasure Room at length in the weeks she'd been patronizing. She looked around: no guards.
Thank God
, she thought. After testing the knob and seeing that it was unlock, she turned on her lipstick camcorder.

She cracked the door, peeking inside and was shocked by the sight she saw: Dwight Goldberg, mayor of the city of Chicago, was buck naked and contained in a stockade complete with fucking rod. His cock was rock hard and oozing a generous amount of pre-cum. The dildo was implanted inside him and he was being forced to lick his mistress' heeled boot. His mistress was a dynamic presence all on her own. Long, flowing jet black hair, bright, blue eyes and what some men might describe as 'tits for days' and a perfect hour-glass figure. To Felicity, even with the mask, she looked like a dominatrix Wonder Woman and just as beautiful. No wonder the mayor was so attracted to her. Felicity was sure his 'less than attractive by comparison' wife knew nothing about the other woman in Dwight's life.

“That's it you filthy fucking dog, lick the dirt from my boot,” the mistress barked her order.

“Yes, Mistress!” Dwight began to lick her vinyl boot with even more relish.

The mistress looked over at Felicity and she gave her a wink. Felicity lowered the camcorder inside the room placing it on the floor, already recording.

“You've been such a fucking disappointment lately. Cumming all over yourself like some wild animal without my permission. I'm going to put your cock and balls through so much torture!” she taunted and reach over, yanking on his thick erection.

Dwight moaned and quaked as she pulled and slightly twisted his dick. She reached a bit lower, slapping his testicles.

“Oh, would you look at these, all fully loaded with more cum. I should milk you like a fucking cow and make you drink it!” She straightened up, grabbing a handful of his salt and pepper locks and yanked his head upwards so that he was starring at her only. “I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you, you fucking dog!”

Dwight moaned, his lips slick with his saliva as he licked them. “Yes, Mistress. Please punish me for disobeying you. I've been so bad, so undeserving. I need you to punish me,” he begged.

Feeling more of a interloper than she meant to be, Felicity slipped out, closing the door behind her.