Free The Pleasure Room by D.N. Simmons Page B
Authors: D.N. Simmons
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
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