Free The Pleasure Room by D.N. Simmons

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