The Pleasure Room (9 page)

Felicity was even more curious than before and she shifted from one foot to the other as she struggled to alleviate the arousal she was feeling, especially the tingling between her legs. She watched as Alistair took hold of Taylor's dick, stroking it a few times to the man's utter delight. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Was he really going to do that? Her gaze remained glued to Alistair as he positioned the steel round at the opening of Taylor's cock and slowly slid it inside his urethra. Taylor's eyes rolled back as he tilted his head backward. His mouth fell open as Alistair slowly began to work the sound in and out in a slow rhythm with the strokes along his shaft. Alistair teased his erection with expert fingers. He ran his thumb under the ridge of Taylor's cock as he squeezed the tip. Taylor trembled from the sensation, moaning with each stroke.

“Does your cock feel good?” Alistair asked him, his gaze darting between what he was doing to Taylor's face.

Taylor nodded vigorously. “Yes... oh, fuck... feels so... good, sir.”

After several minutes of that sexual stimulation, Taylor was begging to cum. He could barely keep still in his bindings and he pleaded for Alistair to reward him. Alistair removed the sound, placing it back on the tray with the others he'd utilized in his ministrations. Finally he gripped the man's cock and stood it in front of him so that the crowd could see.

“Are you ready to cum, Taylor?” Alistair asked.

“Yes, yes, sir. Please let me cum,” the man begged.

“Do you want to cum for me, Taylor?” Alistair asked him. “Do you want to watch your creamy spunk splash all over my leather pants?”

“Oh, God! Yes, sir. Please let me cum for you, sir!” Taylor's face was as red as the tip of his cock and just as wet.

“Release. Cum for me, Taylor,” Alistair said as he stroked him furiously.

As if on command, Taylor threw his head back, growling as fierce as his orgasm. Volley after volley shot forth, landing on Alistair's stomach, crotch and thighs. The rest coating his hand as he milked the last drops of cum from Taylor's spent cock. Alistair continued to stroke his sub's shaft sending his body into a frenzy until Taylor was begging him to stop. Alistair laughed and released him. He reached up, untying the bindings so now Taylor's feet touched the floor. Finally, he undid the bindings on his wrist, freeing him.

“Now, you've made quite the mess,” Alistair pointed out.

Smiling, Taylor lowered himself to his knees in front of him and began to lick his own cum from Alistair's stomach and leather-covered crotch and thighs. Alistair stood there, smiling down at Taylor as he cleaned him with his tongue. At some point, he looked over at Felicity and she stiffened, her mouth hanging open in shock and wonderment. He gave her a wink before returning his attention to Taylor, who was now licking the stickiness from Alistair's hand. With a loving caress of Taylor's cheek, Alistair bid him to rise. He began to unravel Taylor from his rope confinement and once free, he hugged him again. The two shared a passionate kiss before Alistair released him and turned toward the female.

“Do you know why I'm not releasing you?” Alistair asked her.

She nodded. “Because I have not learned my lesson.”

“And what lesson is that?”

“That my pleasure is your gift to me and I must be patient.”

“Very good.” Alistair reached under her chin, lifting her face to his. “When you speak to me, you will make eye contact. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she said apologetically.

“Show me you can endure. Prove to me that you can be patient throughout the night and maybe I'll reconsider my position on rewarding you.”

“Thank you, sir. I promise I'll be good.” she said, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

Pleased with her response, he left her tied to the cross  and gestured for the festivities to continue. The crowd began to move around, conversing with each other. A few of the patrons walked up to the bound female, playing with her body, enticing her. Some approached Alistair, complimenting him on his amazing display. Alistair was cordial with his club's patrons, but all the while, he kept making eye contact with Felicity as she pretended not to look his way. Finally, he stepped up behind her.

“Come with me,” he said, taking her hand in his and leading her out of the room.

“Where are we going?” Felicity asked as she let him lead her.

“Someplace private,” was his quick reply.

He took her to his office, locking the door behind him. “Do you want to have a seat?” He gestured to one of the comfortable soft leather chairs.

“No, I'll stand,” Felicity said. She didn't want to get too relaxed in case she needed to run.

“Suit yourself,” Alistair said with a half grin. “If you would excuse me.” He walked into an adjacent room. Moments later, Felicity could hear water running and she knew he went to the bathroom. When he returned, he sat on the edge of his desk, facing her.

“So, what did you think about what you saw tonight?” he asked her. His green eyes holding her in his gaze.

“I can't believe I blew off dinner with my friend to see you spanking and sexing two people.” Felicity felt deflection was the best option here, rather than saying what she really wanted to say: “That was one of the most erotic things I've ever seen.” She refused to give him that much satisfaction.

Alistair's expression soften and a clever smile crept upon his face as if he read her mind and knew the truth. “It's really a shame you missed the beginning of the show.”

“It was nothing special,” she lied.

“Is that what you really wanted to say to me?” he asked, putting her on the spot.

Felicity swallowed. “It was weird. I don't get why they ask for your permission to do anything.”

“It takes more strength to put that amount of trust in a person, than to stand on the sidelines and criticize, wouldn't you agree?”

“Was that a jab at me?” Felicity asked, pointing to her chest.

Alistair shrugged nonchalantly as he slid from the desk. He walked over to her. “Not a 'jab', as you say, but a fact. Those two were very brave tonight and their strength and trust honored me.”

“I just don't get it,” Felicity stated.

“I watched you tonight,” Alistair said, his gaze becoming predatory as he trailed his eyes over her body. “Watched you watching me. You were captivated by what you saw in that room.”

Felicity scoffed. “I wouldn't say 'captivated'. Mildly curious is more like it.”

Alistair laughed. The masculine rumble of his voice touched Felicity to her core and she felt her stomach clench as the temperature between her legs spiked.  He leaned forward, lips brushing the shell of her ear. “You were
captivated
.”

Without warning, he brushed the back of his fingers against her nipple. Her breath caught and a tremor ran through her. He continued to stroke her nipple through her blouse as he spoke to her.

“I could make you feel
so
good,” he said. His left hand joined the other, working both her nipples, thumbs making a circular motion over the tender flesh.

“P...please,” she whispered, her words failing her as she began to succumb to the sensation he was working up inside of her.

“Please what?” he prodded, his hand slipping beneath the fabric of her blouse and bra, taking hold of her breast. His fingers, massaging and stroking expertly. With a gentle push, he turned her so that she was facing the full length mirror on the back of his door. “Please what?” he asked again as his other hand slid down her stomach to her thighs.

“I... I...” Felicity panted, unable to form thoughts, let alone words. She could feel the arousal rising within her as her back pressed to his powerful chest. His arm wrapped around her, fingers teasing her nipple sending her into a state of delirium.

“You look so beautiful, caught in rapture the way you are.” Alistair said, his hand sliding between her thighs, back and forth, fingertips brushing the moist silk of her panties. “Ask me to bring you pleasure.”

“W—what?” Felicity managed to say through the haze of arousal.

“Ask me to pleasure you,” Alistair patiently repeated.

Felicity didn't know how to ask. All she knew is that she was ready to burst. She could see him standing behind her in the mirror. His fingers working their magic on her body nearly driving her mad with lust. He stared at her, green eyes watching every twist, pant, tremor... he had her completely enthralled and they both knew it.

“Do you need help learning how to ask?” he looked at her in the mirror. His finger applied a bit more pressure, rubbing over her clit beneath the damp silk of her panties.

Felicity jumped, his strong embrace keeping her from moving too much.

“You're so perfectly primed, so deliciously wet. I want to taste you, to feel your heat around me, milking me,” Alistair whispered into her ear, then he ran his tongue along the inner shell.

Felicity moaned, her head going back against him as she pressed her ass into his raging erection. She could feel him straining beneath the leather and zipper of his pants. She had never felt so out of control, so caught up in the moment.

“Do you want me to pleasure you?” Alistair titillated, his finger dipping under the silk to touch bare flesh.

Felicity gasped, her thighs tightening around his hand. “Yes,” she panted breathlessly.

“Yes, what?” Another lick along the nape of her neck as his finger lightly brushed her clit, teasing it.

In her madden state, she lost all reason. She'd tell him anything he wanted to hear as long as he did what he promised. She gave in. “Yes, Sir.”

Satisfied with the progress they were making, Alistair rewarded her. His hands wrapped around the hem of her silk panties and he ripped the seams, pulling the shredded fabric away. Felicity yelped in surprise, never had a man treated her with such abandon. He excited her. Alistair went back to work on her nipples, fingers gently tugging and hands kneading the soft mounds. He slid his other hand between her legs again, two fingers running through her center back and forth, brushing her clit as it hardened.

“You're so wet. My, my, you have been denying yourself far
too
long.” Alistair said as his finger slid inside her. She pressed into his hand and his arms tightened around her. “Ah, ah, ah... I'm in control here. I want you to relax and enjoy this.”

Felicity moaned as she spread her legs a little bit more.

“Ahhh, yes. That's it,” Alistair said, then he slid another finger inside.

She panted with each stroke of his finger as it hit her most sensitive spot, rubbing it, fast then slow, bringing her to the brink and then holding her there. She closed her eyes as she squirmed against his groin, hoping she was driving him as crazy as he was driving her.

Alistair's breath hitched as he slowly pumped forward, grinding his erection against her ass. “Open your eyes, Felicity. I want you to see yourself enjoying this.”

Felicity did as she was told. There in the mirror was her reflection staring back at her. A thin layer of sweat had formed on her skin. Her blouse was open as his hand messaged one breast before switching to pay the other just as much needed attention. His other hand was working wonders between her legs and she didn't know how much longer she could take it. She looked up at him as he watched her, keenly. His tongue darting out to lick her ear and neck. He never took his eyes from her, not even when he leaned forward, sucking the delicate skin of her bared shoulder. She began to crest once again, panting and moaning.

“Do you want to cum?” Alistair entreated.

“Yes! Yes!” she screamed as her body tensed with the sensation rolling through her.

Another teasing lick behind her ear. “Yes, what?”

“Oh, God!” she gasped finding it all the harder to breathe. “Oh, God, yes... please... sir!”

“Cum for me, Felicity,” Alistair whispered sensuously. His crisp British accent caressed each word driving her over the edge as his fingers worked her relentlessly.

She screamed and gasped as her body tensed and convulsed within his embrace. Her orgasm exploding from her with an intensity that nearly caused her to black out. Her fluids spilled over his hand, floor and mirror as she shook from the pleasure. She would have fallen to the floor had he not held her. He continued to tease her, coaxing little tremors with each stroke.

“That was beautiful,” Alistair said, his own hard-on begged to get the same attention he'd given Felicity, but it would have to wait. This was all about opening her mind to the world he knew she was ready for, but too afraid to enter.

Felicity came down from her ecstatic state and immediately felt embarrassment. How could she let this complete stranger, a man who's last name she didn't even know touch her there? How could she beg him to do that to her? How could she, period?

“Let me go,” she said as she struggled to free herself from his embrace.

He didn't fight her, and she sprung from his arms nearly tripping over her own feet.

“Felicity, calm down. It's all right.”

“It's not all right!” she fumed.

“Stop!”

 The authority in Alistair's voice forced Felicity to freeze in place. She looked at him, blinking in her confusion and embarrassment. He walked over to her taking her by the shoulders.