The Pleasure Room

by Simmons, D. N.

  “Ahhh, very good, lick the tip,” Alistair instructed. He moaned and jerked. “Yes! Just like that, harder.”

  Felicity pulled away and looked up at him. “I know how to do this, you know?”

  Alistair looked down at her. “There's sucking cock and then there's giving a man a blow-job so spectacular he gives you the password to his bank account. I'm giving you the techniques you need to achieve the latter. If you just want me to cum, fine, keep doing what you're doing. If you want me to blow my load, then follow my instructions.”

  Felicity frowned. “Insulting my damn cunnilingus skills...” she mumbled.

  “What was that?” Alistair inquired having heard some of her griping.

  “Nothing, sir.” she said.

  “One and two.”

  And fuck you, too, she cursed mentally.

  “My cock is in need of attention,” Alistair pointed out.

  Felicity took hold of him again, a little rougher than before.

  “Three.”

  She eased up.

  “Better.” Alistair watched as she took him into her mouth again. Just the sight of her lips wrapped around him was almost enough to send him over the edge. But he had a job to do and he hoped he could do it before that moment came. “Slowly, pull all the way back and add suction when you reached the head.”

  Felicity did as she was told, coming off his dick with an audible pop as air was freed from her suction. She sucked him again, taking him deeper into her throat. She chuckled when she felt him shudder. Yeah, I thought you'd like that, wise ass.

  “Aaahhhh, fuuuckk,” Alistair groaned as she slid off his shaft and applied the technique he'd taught her. “I love that, the vibration. Here's another technique... hum as you take me deeper. Dip your tongue in the tip as you pull back. Work my shaft with your hand in conjunction with your lips.”

  Felicity listened to his every command and put it all together. Soon, she had him trembling with each stroke of her tongue. His chest heaved as his breathing quickened as she hummed and stroked his shaft. His cock grew harder in her mouth and it leaked freely as she lapped up every drop. Alistair's entire body tensed as he felt his orgasm rolling through him. Felicity could tell he was close and she applied pressure to his sensitive points above his groin and below his balls. He threw his head back, eyes closed shut as he roared. He gripped the cross, the only thing that was keeping him upright as he exploded into Felicity's wonderful mouth. Alistair quaked violently as she continued to drain his cock. He bit his bottom lip, growling as Felicity sucked the last spurts from him. She continued to stroke his shaft, each motion making him jerk and spasm.

  “Stop!” he demanded, unable to take any more stimulation.

  Felicity let him go and he fell back against the St. Andrew's Cross.

  “So, when should I expect those digits?” Felicity teased. “Sir.”

  It took Alistair a minute to comprehend what she was talking about and then he remembered his comment about her giving him a spectacular blow-job. He laughed, the charming sound filling the room and bringing a smile to Felicity's face.

  “If I'm not careful, you might get lucky,” Alistair said with a wink. He slipped his pants off completely along with his shoes and socks. “Come here.”

  Felicity came to him and he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Their lips met, tongues joining as they fondled each other. Alistair slid hands down to Felicity's ass and gripped both cheeks, lifting her and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.

  “I recall you mentioning something about a woman in a sling being fucked quite well by her Dom,” Alistair said.

  “It's nice to know that you pay attention to the things I say, Alistair,” Felicity said, though in humor, but in reality, she meant every word. Since meeting him, she felt that she was probably one of the most important things in Alistair's life. She couldn't believe it's only been about a week.

  “You always have my undivided attention,” Alistair said as he walked her towards the sling and sat her in it. “Make yourself comfortable.”

  Felicity slid further into the sling, giggling at the kinkiness of it. Alistair smirked as he watched her wiggle into place, pleased that she was taking to his world so eagerly. It only proved what he suspected the day he'd met her... that this was her world, too. He began to strap her in, first her waist, than her wrists and ankles, leaving her spread wide and ready.

  “So vulnerable. So at my mercy. Tell me, Felicity, what do you want?” Alistair said as he teasingly ran his fingers up and down her inner thighs.

  “Is your dick hard yet, sir?” Felicity asked.

  Alistair snorted, taken off guard by her directness. “You American women, as brash as your men.” He winked. “I like it.”

  “You didn't answer my question, sir.” Felicity said. “Now, if the roles were reversed, I'd have to give you an infraction, Alistair.”

  “You'd do well to remember that.” He smiled as he stepped closer to the sling and rubbed his erection against her moist center.

  Felicity gasped then grinned. “I think you know what I want, Alistair.”

  “I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. Think carefully of the pleasure you're seeking.”

  Well, since you put it like that... Felicity began to think about her darkest fantasies, things she was too afraid to ask her previous boyfriends to do, mainly because she knew they'd refuse and treat her differently. For some reason, she knew Alistair would never reject her. He'd never make her feel ashamed of her desires... never make her hold back.

  “I want to know what a 'rim job' feels like, sir.”

  Alistair's smile was devilish in nature and all to pleased. “Is that all?”

  “No. Then I want you to eat my pussy again and fuck my brains out and... .” She bit her bottom lip, wondering if she was going to far.

  Alistair pulled the straps of the sling closer, their naked bodies touching. “Tell me what you want, Felicity,” he said imploringly.

  His voice made Felicity shiver. She loved hearing him speak, from his accent and tone to the things he'd said. It all put her in a state of delirium.

  “I want you to...” She paused again, taking a deep breath. “Cum on my breasts, sir.” She squealed, embarrassed by her request.

  Alistair chuckled low in his throat. “You want me to cum all over...” He began to rub his hands over her stomach, moving up to her breasts, fingers massaging the firm mounds. “... these beautiful breasts, here?” he asked seductively.

  Her heartbeat began to rise. “Yes, sir,” she breathed.

  “After I give you one hell of a thorough fucking, sucking and licking?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “How many times do you want to cum, Felicity?”

  She could feel the walls of her vagina constrict at just the thought of climaxing.

  “Until I can't take it any more, Alistair,” she said.

  “My, my, you are coming out of your shell, aren't you?” Alistair leaned forward, kissing her. He sucked on her bottom lip, taking it into his mouth with a little nibble. “Delicious,” he purred when he pulled back. He dipped his head lower, dark curls brushing her skin as he planted hungry kisses along her body. Kneeling before her, he began planting soft, teasing kisses along her inner thighs. First one side, than the other as he inched closer to her ass. He licked her tight, untouched opening, circling his tongue around the tender puckered hole.

  Felicity moaned as she felt extreme pleasure in a place she'd never experienced before. Alistair's tongue and lips caressed, probed, sucked and licked at her opening until she was moaning uncontrollably in ecstasy. The muscles in her body tightened, her limbs pulled against the restraints as her orgasm ripped through her. Alistair didn't stop, his mouth making her feel everything more intensely. She lost all track of time as she shook in the sling, eyes rolled up in her head, a thin line of saliva dripping down her chin. She panted and moaned as he stimulated her to the point she couldn't take it an
y more.

  “Yellow,” she cried out.

  Alistair pulled back and rose from the floor. “Do you want me to eat your pussy now?” He rubbed his fingers over the folds of her center, sliding a finger between the sensitive flesh. Felicity quaked and whimpered.

  “I... need... a few moments... sir.”

  “Very well.”

  Alistair walked into the bathroom and she could hear the water running. He returned a few minutes later. Standing in front of her, his erection bobbed untouched before him as he ran a finger between her labia, gently stroking. Felicity gasped, her legs stiffening.

  “Are you sure you're ready for this?” Alistair asked.

  Felicity nodded. “Yes, Alistair.”

  He walked along the side of the sling and leaned over, kissing her hungrily as their tongues caressed. Then he ran his tongue along her bottom lip, sucking it in for a few seconds and when he pulled back, Felicity drew forward.

  “Ah, ah, ah... behave yourself,” he said as he made his way back around the sling, standing between her legs. He knelt again, pressing forward. He ran his tongue down the center of her pussy, lapping up the juices before diving in completely. He moaned against her skin, and she shivered, squeaked and whimpered as his mouth consumed her. His tongue weaved its spell over her sucking and licking along the tender flesh before lapping at her core. She could feel the fire raging from within, burning with a ferocity as it roared to the surface coaxed by Alistair's gifted mouth. She came hard thrashing wildly in the sling, so much so, Alistair had to grip her hips as he pressed his face harder to her.

  “Ahhh, oh, God, ahhhhh, Alistair!” she screamed his name over and over again as he sucked her clit, making her cum again. The pleasure was too much, too soon, too intense and she cried out. “Yellow, yellow!!!”

  He pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He reached down, grabbing hold of his cock and squeezed at the base. His body convulsed and the growl he released was full of need, desire and possessiveness. Felicity was his. His to pleasure, his to take pleasure from. He would have her now. His cock throbbed with his arousal as he stroked his shaft. He had wanted to be in this moment when he first saw her standing in the doorway of his club's dungeon. He knew she was a woman worthy of his affections, his training... his body.

  “I need you, Felicity,” he said, stepping closer. He took hold of her hips, slamming her crotch to his.

  She yelped as she felt his hardness pressing in to her.

  “Are you ready?” he asked. His chest heaving as the lustful gaze he gave her literally begged for her to say 'yes'.

  If Felicity's desire to have him inside of her wasn't as strong as it was, she would have forced him to wait. But she wanted him... she needed him as badly as he needed her. She nodded. “Yes, Alistair... take me.”

  No further preparation was needed. Alistair pushed forward slowly, snugly slipping inside. He trembled and groaned as his cock was enveloped in her tight, heated core.

  “Bloody hell,” he murmured as he pulled back and thrust forward. He began to work up a steady rhythm, taking it slow at first, then he quickened his pace, driving into her with purpose and precision. The room filled with sounds of skin slapping skin, chains rattling, leather squeaking. Both Felicity and Alistair were unable to hold back as they vocalized their exquisite pleasure. Felicity couldn't take her eyes away from him as he pounded into her at a ferocious pace. The muscles in his pecs jumped and flexed as he moved. His grip on her hips tightened as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through them. Sweat dripped freely from his forehead, landing in small puddles on Felicity's stomach. However, the most gorgeous part of him was his face. How serene he looked with his eyes closed and mouth open as if he was in the most heavenly place and she took pleasure in knowing that place was her.

  Felicity could feel herself cresting again and Alistair was so close himself. She began to spasm, her pussy constricting around him, gripping him tightly. He gasped and bit down on a gurgled scream. She came again in a fit of howls and jerking as he continued to pound into her. No sooner than her orgasm subsided, he pulled out, jerking his cock fast and hard as he barely made it around the sling.

  “Ah, fuck, ah!” Alistair came in spasms as ropes of cum shot from his cock splashing over Felicity's breasts in a series of patterns. He quaked several times as he emptied his balls completely. He rubbed the head of his cock over Felicity's breast, smearing the cum around. His chest heaved as he began to calm down, regaining his composure.

  “That was so hot,” Felicity said. “Sir,” she added as an afterthought.

  “Yes ...it was... very satisfying.” Alistair panted as he looked at her. “What did you enjoy the most?”

  “Do we have to have this discussion now?”

  “Felicity.” He decided to forgo the infraction this once seeing as they were both still in the moment.

  “I'm sorry, Alistair.” She shrugged. “I don't know. I really liked everything. I liked being tied in this sling. I really loved your mouth and the sex was amazing, sir.”

  “You're missing an important element.”

  She looked at him. “What? I don't understand, Alistair.”

  “Who was in control, Felicity?”

  She opened her mouth to say that he was, but then she closed it when she started to think about what they'd just done. Sure, she was tied helpless in the sling, but everything that happened, everything that he did was at her command. At least this time around.

  “I was, sir,” she said. “But that's not all of the time.”

  “The control was the trust you put in me to keep my word to you. To take care of you and to give you time if you needed it, which you did very well using your safe word,” Alistair said, then he began to untie her from her bindings.

  “I do trust you, Alistair,” Felicity said, once free.

  “I'm happy to hear that. The trust must be mutual between us. The fact that you have not used your 'red' safe word has shown me that I can trust you.” Alistair assisted her with climbing out of the sling.

  “Can we go to bed, sir?” Felicity asked, slightly leaning on Alistair for support.

  “Are your legs still weak?” he asked.

  “Yeah, a little, Alistair.”

  He smiled the smile of a man all too pleased with himself and Felicity scowled.

  “Shall I fetch you your cape, Superdick?” Felicity teased.

  Alistair erupted in laughter. “I'll let that slide, because you made me laugh. But next time, I'll have you fetch me my whip.”

  “I'll be good,” Felicity said, smiling sweetly.

  “I know you will.” Alistair bent down and scooped her up and she yelped in surprise, but slipped her arms around his shoulders.

  She stared at his handsome face as he took them back to his bedroom. The two shared a quick shower and climbed into the bed.

  “Tomorrow night, Felicity, I need you to come right home. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good.” He pulled her close to him, relishing the scent of her hair as he buried his nose into it. Just having her in his arms gave him a sense of joy he hadn't felt in ages. It wasn't that he didn't care for his other submissives, he did, a great deal. But Felicity was somehow different. She was getting into his system, underneath his skin. He knew he'd had to keep his distance... or did he?

  Chapter Eight

  Three Weeks Later

  Felicity sat there absently forking her salad and daydreaming about the man who'd turned her life upside down in a matter of three weeks. Alistair had taken her to new depths, shown her a world that had freed her from the confines of her own misconceptions. Three weeks of living with a man so profoundly extraordinary, that she could no longer ignore the emotions that were starting to take over her heart. She was beginning to do something she swore she'd never do. Fall in love. What made it all the more torturous is that she didn't know how he felt about her. He was an experienced Dom, one who'd trained more than one submissive on occasion
. How could she ever think she'd be more to him than that? A passing phase, a newbie needing to be put on the right track. They were still in the first month of their three-month relationship and already she was hoping he'd want to make it permanent.

  “This is all about trust,” he'd told her time and time again and she did trust him. She trusted him more than she trusted most people in her life, especially those she'd just met. The things she allowed him to do to her... it terrified her when she stop to reflect on how much she was willing to give into him. With everything they'd done, she only had to use her “red” safe word once. Apparently electricity was not her thing. Alistair was a gentleman, ceasing the current immediately upon hearing her cry out the word. Then he made it all better with his expert tongue and wonderful cock. God, just thinking about him at that moment made her pussy ache for his touch. She could actually feel herself get wet as she thought about his cock sliding into her.

  “Hello? Earth to Felicity, contact has been lost, Earth to Felicity, come in,” Allison said, jarring her from her reverie.

  “What?” Felicity asked, blinking.

  “Damn, bitch, where'd you go just now?” Allison cocked an eyebrow. “You got me sitting here talking to myself like I'm crazy.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Your eyes were all glassy and you had this look on your face. Kinda made me wish I was right there with you. So...” she leaned across the table. “Where did you go, girl?”

  Felicity scoffed. “Nowhere, I was just thinking about my story,” she lied.

  “I was just asking you about that before your temporary lobotomy...” Allison giggled.

  Felicity flashed her middle finger and Allison's giggle erupted into a high-pitched cackle.

  “As you were just saying...” Felicity prodded.

  “So girl, just how far along are you on that story?” Allison repeated her question before taking a bite of her grilled chicken salad.