“H—how did he teach you?” Felicity asked.
The female Domme looked at Felicity as if she thought she was the cutest little clueless doe in the forest. “Oh sweetie, every Dominant in this Dungeon saw you coming a mile away. I would have made a play for you had I thought you'd enjoy the fairer sex. You're in the best hands possible with Alistair and the fact that he's chosen you makes you one lucky woman.”
“So, you all think I'm a submissive?” Felicity asked.
The woman reached up, caressing Felicity's cheek. “There is power in being a submissive, my dear. You will come to accept what you are soon enough, I'm sure. Just by the fact that you're so proudly wearing your Dom's Mark says a great deal. Enjoy it.”
She turned Felicity's head towards a woman being fucked by her Dom as she hung from a swing. He pounded between her thighs with a ferociousness that seemed very animalistic to Felicity, yet she was transfixed by the scene.
“Look at her face, she's loving it,” the female Domme instructed.
Felicity found herself doing exactly what Miranda told her to do. Her gaze fell on the female submissive's face as she screamed her pleasure. The woman was in complete ecstasy as the man grunted and thrust into her. They were both close and it was evident on their faces. Others around the room watched, waiting for the finale.
“That's the pleasure you can have when you're free,” the female Domme said as the two hit their climax. The male Dom shuddered as he continued to pump into his sub. Both panted and moaned as they enjoyed their spent passions.
“I need to go,” Felicity said, feeling more than a little hot under the collar, so to speak.
“By all means, I'm sure Alistair is expecting you,” Miranda said. “See you later, Felicity.”
Felicity didn't say anything before leaving and making her way to Alistair's office. She knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Alistair called from the other side.
Felicity opened the door and walked in straight towards him.
Alistair looked up as she rounded his desk and stood before him.
“So, it's like this; I have condoms in my purse and I'm sure you've got some around here somewhere,” Felicity said.
Alistair chuckled lightly. “I take it you enjoyed the scenes.”
“Can we just put all of this aside and be two consenting adults?” Felicity implored, as she inched closer to him, nudging her knee between his legs.
“Ten.”
“Please, sir,” Felicity said, remembering to add the extension. She felt weird saying 'sir' or 'Alistair' every time she spoke. He really took that part seriously and so she decided she would have to do the same.
Alistair reached up with both hands, taking her by the waist and pulled her closer. “I love the fact that you've come to me, wanton as you are. Such lovely progress,” he said as he slid his hands behind her, cupping her ass.
Felicity moaned and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, fingers playing in his silky, black hair. Alistair slipped one hand between her thighs, gently massaging her through her jeans.
“Tell me, what did you see in there that has you in such a state?” Alistair asked, his fingers working miracles even through the thick, denim fabric.
Felicity could hardly concentrate on his words as she felt herself getting wetter with each stroke.
“Felicity...?”
“I'm sorry, Alistair.”
“I asked you a question.”
“Two people having sex, sir.”
“Was it just that they were having sex? Was there something more to it?” he asked, pressing his fingers harder, hitting a tender spot. Felicity gasped as her fingers dug into the muscles of his shoulders.
“She was in a swing, and he was fucking her.”
“Did you wish you were her?” His other hand continued to massage her ass as he brought her closer to orgasm.
Felicity panted, her eyes close.
“Answer me, Felicity.” Alistair's tone was leveled, yet tender.
“Y—yes. But not with him, sir.”
“With me?”
“Yes.” Felicity's face flushed as she began to crest.
“I see.” Alistair smiled then pulled his hands away from her.
Shocked and disappointed, Felicity looked down at him. “Why did you stop?”
“Eleven.”
“Why, sir?” she asked with more sass than he liked.
“Twelve.”
Felicity huffed. “Why did you stop, sir?” she asked again, this time her tone was more calm even though she was feeling the direct opposite.
“Because I've decided your punishment will be to have you in a state of arousal without release for... twelve hours now. The more you misbehave tonight, the longer your sentence,” Alistair said.
He is truly diabolical, Felicity concluded. “Fine... sir.” she snapped as she walked away from his desk, taking a seat on his sofa.
“Thirteen hours now. I could do without the attitude and considering your predicament, you can, too.” Alistair gave her a warning look then returned to his computer.
She wanted to slap his all too handsome face and knock that smug look into the next year. She also wanted to rip his clothes from his body and ride his dick like she was at a rodeo. She wanted his face between her legs and her hands tangled in his thick, black, silky mane. What she did not want was to be sitting in the same room with a gorgeous sex god, during a raging hormone attack with no way to get relief. She crossed her arms over her chest, because it was the safest thing to do, lest she ignore his command and take matters into her own hands... literally.
Less than an hour later, Alistair turned off his computer. He rose from behind his desk and walked over to her, hand extended. “I'm calling it an early night. Let's go home,” he said.
Felicity took his hand, even though she didn't want to. She suspected not doing so would earn her an extra hour. “I'm really tired, so that works for me, sir.”
“I didn't say we were going home to sleep. Not right away, at least.” Alistair led her to the door.
“I have a long day tomorrow, remember? I have to pack up a few things, Alistair,” Felicity said.
“You'll have plenty of time to do that. Let's go.” Alistair led her out of the club using the secret members-only back entrance. They climbed into his car and he drove them home. During the drive, he told Felicity what items she was allowed to bring to his home.
“Where am I going to sleep, sir?” she asked.
“With me in my bedroom. I have already made preparations for you.”
“I have a lot of clothes, sir,” Felicity warned.
“I have a lot of closet space.”
They drove in silence for the most part, well, apart from the music. Alistair didn't speak much on the way home. He pulled into the driveway and they climbed out and went inside. He led her to his master bedroom which was incredibly large and luxurious. The huge four post king-size bed was adorned in black satin sheets. He had plush cream carpeting throughout the room. A large fifty-inch flat screen television mounted to the wall. A beautiful crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling brightly illuminating the room. The dressers were made of red cherry wood as was the bed frame and posters.
“This is your closet,” Alistair said, opening a set of double doors on one side of the room. “Go ahead, take a look inside.”
Felicity walked past him into the closet that was bigger than her bedroom. It featured a wall of mirrors, a vanity, numerous shoe racks, shelves and rods with plenty of hangers. It was every woman's dream closet and she couldn't wait to see her clothes hanging inside it. After indulging in her fantasy, she came out of the closet and watched as Alistair unbuttoned his shirt. He pulled the garment off, revealing the powerful muscles in his arms, chest, shoulders and back. His taut abdomen flexed as he shifted positions. Felicity couldn't help but stare at his six-pack abs and perfect pectorals with nipples so suckable, she wanted nothing more than to worship his body with her tongue and lips.
“Remov
e your clothes and lay down, face up on the bed,” Alistair commanded.
“Is this a part of my punishment, Alistair?” Felicity asked.
“Yes and Fourteen. Do as you're told.” His stood by the bed, removing his platinum Rolex from his wrist.
Felicity noted the beautiful, but expensive watch Alistair was now placing on his dresser and didn't want to think about how much it cost. Instead, she began to remove her outfit and once naked, she climbed onto the bed under his watchful eye. “Like this?” she asked as she lay on the bed, looking up at him.
“Exactly like that,” Alistair said. Then he reached into his nightstand drawer, removing four satin cuffs. “Spread your legs and put your hands above your head.”
Felicity's heartbeat begin to race as she followed his orders. She didn't know what to expect and that excited her more than anything. He slipped two cuffs around both of her ankles and secured them to the footboard. Leaning over her, he tied the satin cuffs around her wrist and bound the other ends to the headboard. Then he stepped back, admiring his handy work. Felicity watched him silently, wondering what he was going to do next.
“I must say, I am very proud of you. You have just demonstrated a great deal of trust in me. That is cause for a reward,” Alistair said.
“Does that mean you'll let me cum, sir?” Felicity asked in her sweetest voice.
Alistair chuckled. “Not until fourteen hours have passed.”
Felicity pouted as he walked over to that same nightstand and removed a blue feathered crop. He went back to her side of the bed, running the crop up her body from the bottom of her feet to her forehead. Felicity giggled and twitched when the light feather touched her ticklish parts. Alistair smiled as he ran the crop over all of her heightened areas. The feathers brushed her nipples until they became erect. He ran it in swirls and zigzag patterns over her stomach and lower between her legs. Felicity gasped and squirmed against her bindings.
“I want to see you beg for pleasure with your body, Felicity,” Alistair coerced. He let the feathers run along her inner thighs, soaking up the wetness there. His own erection threatened to burst from his pants as it begged for his undivided attention. He forced himself to focus solely on Felicity. He would take care of himself soon enough. For over an hour, he teased Felicity with the crop, bringing her to the brink of satisfaction and then snatching it away.
“Ahhh, you son-of-a-bitch!” Felicity belted out after he denied her the sixth orgasm.
“Oooh, such unsavory language. Remember, you brought this on yourself. I should add another hour infraction to your punishment,” Alistair said with a devilish smile.
“No... please don't... I'm sorry, sir,” Felicity panted. She lay on the bed, slick with layers of sweat. Her body felt overheated as she squirmed and thrashed under his tantalizing ministrations.
“Then we'll continue.” Alistair switched from the crop to his hands, keeping her just on the edge of exploding and then bringing her back down. Tears rolled down Felicity's face as she begged him to let her cum.
“No, Felicity. Not until you've completed your punishment. But I must admit, I can hold back no longer.” He began to remove his shoes, socks and pants. His impressive erection bobbed hypnotically in front of him as he climbed on top of her, straddling her thighs. The weight and heat of his body on top of hers was driving her mad with lust. She didn't know how much more of his torture she could take. He leaned over, opening another drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. He poured a generous amount on his cock and into his palm and tossed the bottle aside. “Now, I will give you your reward.”
Felicity's chest heaved as she watched him grip himself and began to pump in earnest. “My reward is to be doused in your cum?”
Alistair grunted as his fingers slid over his sensitive spots. “That's another hour and yes. Take pride in knowing you're the cause of it.” His voice stopped short as another ripple of pleasure rushed through him. His hand pumped faster becoming a blur.
Felicity could feel the tightness between her legs mixed with that tingly feeling she got when she was beyond horny. This was torture for her, watching Alistair throw his head back, hearing him moan and growl was almost too much to bear. She could feel his thigh muscles press against her, and knew he was close and it nearly brought her over the edge.
Alistair's body tensed, every muscle constricting as sweat dripped from his pores. He grunted and groaned, his breath coming in labored gasps as streams of hot seed shot from his cock, splashing across Felicity's breasts and stomach. He twitched uncontrollably during his release, his thighs flexing as he pumped his shaft to completion.
“Oh, fuck!” he panted as he collapsed next to her, breathing heavily.
Felicity was so caught up in the moment, she thought she'd cum just from the sight of him in the throes of his orgasm. Never had she wanted a man this intensely. It was as if he stepped off the pages of every erotic novel she'd ever read. Now more than ever, she waned to feel him inside her, pounding away, ravishing her. This is what I wanted, yes... this... would three months be enough? She wondered.
“That was exhilarating,” Alistair managed to say once he'd calmed down.
“Are you going to untie me?” Felicity asked. It was the only logical question, comment or otherwise she could form. What she wanted to say was 'fuck me now!' but she knew he'd never do it.
Alistair lifted his head and looked at her, his eyes glinting at his essence splattered over her torso. “No. I rather like you the way you are.” He leaned over, kissing her passionately. “Good night.”
“Wait, you can't leave me like this! What if I have to used the bathroom, Alistair?”
“Do you?”
“As a matter of fact, yes.”
Alistair smirked, but climbed out of the bed. He undid her bindings and led her into the bathroom, which was twice the size of her bathroom. Make that three times the size and beautifully designed. It was like an oasis spa complete with a steam shower, jacuzzi tub, double sinks, marble floors and counter tops, private rooms for the toilets themselves. She stood in awe as she looked around.
“Go on, the female toilet is to the right,” Alistair said, pointing in the direction.
Felicity entered the bathroom and was tickled to see that the toilet also had a built-in bidet. She did her business quickly, made use the bidet and exited. After washing her hands, she reached for a towel to wet it.
“No,” Alistair said.
“What, sir?”
“Your reward will stay on you until tomorrow. Now come.” He motioned for her to follow him back into the bedroom. He tied her back down on to the bed, then returned to the bathroom. When he came out, he turned off the lights, then climbed in beside her.
“You'll complete the rest of your punishment tomorrow.”
“I thought I would be doing that tonight, sir?” Felicity asked.
“You still have twelve hours to go. The time you spend sleeping doesn't count, I'm afraid,” Alistair informed as he laughed under his breath. “Good night, Felicity.”
Felicity fought the urge to curse and instead said: “Good night, Alistair.” She wasn't sure how she felt being tied to the bed in one spot, unable to get up if she wanted to, or needed to. However, there was a part of her that found her situation stimulating. Having him laying there beside her, her Dom, his semen drying on her belly and breasts... it was all so deliciously sensual. She didn't know how long it took her to fall asleep, she just knew she had and the dreams that followed went well past the R-rated versions. Alistair was now the man of her dreams and she was happy to know he was her reality.
~*~
Felicity awoke in a room that was not her own, brightly lit by the suns rays shining through balcony windows and doors. She blinked against the rays and looked around. It all came back to her: Alistair. The bondage and denial. She turned and was surprised when she noticed Alistair was no longer next to her. She was relieved when she realized she could move her hands and feet. Her muscles ached as she worked the
m, rotating her shoulders and ankles. The nagging in her bladder told her she needed to take care of some business. Slowly she rose and made her way into the bathroom and saw that Alistair was standing in the huge shower, bathing. The slightly frosted glass left very little to the imagination and she stood watching him for several moments until his voice interrupted the silence.
“Join me, Felicity.”
Felicity jumped at the sound of his voice, but quickly regained her composure. “Sure, just one minute, sir.”
“Make it quick.”
Damn, not a moment out of character, I see. Felicity used the facilities and then entered the shower that was big enough to fit five people. Alistair stood naked before her, the water and suds cascading down his glistening body made Felicity's mouth literally salivate.
“Come closer, I'm going to bathe you,” Alistair said, beckoning her.
She stepped up to him and he lifted her chin, tilted her face upwards for another sweet kiss.
“Good morning.” He removed a washcloth off the rack and began to lather it up with his expensive and heavenly-scented body wash. Slowly and sensuously, he ran the cloth over Felicity's shoulders, breast, stomach. His gentle touch stirring things inside of her that only he could.
“Spread your legs,” he said in a tone so heated in its sexual magnitude, it could have turned rock into lava.
Felicity widened her stance as he lowered himself before her. Her breath caught in her chest as his hands explored her body, leaving nothing untouched. Her legs trembled as he caressed her, his eyes ever watchful over her reactions. He rose to his full height and began to wash her hair, massaging the shampoo and conditioning gel deep into her scalp. Felicity moaned as his fingers sent tingles throughout her body.
This was heaven, she thought.
“Hand me the shower head,” he ordered.
She removed the detachable shower head from the wall. Unlike the others built into the shower's design, this one was obviously an addition. She gave it to him and he turned it on, adjusting the temperature. When it was to his liking, he began to rinse the soap from her body. The stream felt wonderful to Felicity and she held her head back as he ran the water through her hair, rinsing the gel out.
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