Red Room

Untitled Part 3

Ok, Felicity's legs were absolute jello and Oliver was smiling like the proverbial cat that caught the canary. What had just happened had been intense and amazing and Felicity was starting to think that dabbling in the forbidden just might be something she wanted to do. But only with him.

They finished their dinner, the waiters moving the plates with quiet efficiency and when Oliver stood and excused them from the table, helping her to her feet, she stood with a smile and placed her arm through his, wondering where they were going.

Oliver walked confidently, knowing exactly where he was going, and Felicity looked around as couples stopped their conversations and watched them walk by.

"I am proud of you Felicity. You stepped outside of your comfort zone tonight." His breath on her ear made her shiver and she looked on in surprise as he slipped out a door and started down a hallway.

"Where are we going?"

"To my study."

She had little time to take in her surroundings before they were walking through double doors at the end of the hallway. She stepped through and slowly walked around as he shut the door behind them and then turned to watch her. She reached back to remove her mask, but he stopped her.

"Please leave it on."

She lowered her hands and continued to move around the room taking everything in with a curious eye. His office was as intimidating as he was with its huge oak desk, dark woods, and a fireplace that was set on the far wall. Two chairs were strategically placed in front of the desk as well as two at the fireplace, and she turned and gave him a puzzled look.

"Why are we here."

"So, we can talk."

"About?"

Oliver walked over and took her hand leading her to one of the chairs. He sat down in the other and unbuttoning his jacket, leaned back and looked at her.

"I want to talk to you about us."

Felicity looked startled, "Is there an us? We just met."

Oliver smirked. He liked her fire.

"Oh, there is an us Felicity. I just proved that not 10 minutes ago."

She blushed, and he leaned forward and said, "One of these days soon, I am going to find out just how far down that blush goes."

That made her hot and she squirmed in her seat. She was so drawn to him, but he was an enigma to her, which made her want to find out more about him. She was a journalist and solving mysteries was in her blood. He was in her blood.

"You said that you have peculiar tastes, yet you want a relationship with me?" She let her eyes meet his when she asked the question.

"Yes, I do. You see I think your tastes run along the same lines as mine, you just don't know it yet."

"My tastes?" Felicity didn't want to admit that she was curious about that statement, but she absolutely was curious.

"Your sexual tastes. I want you Felicity and I think you want me too. But I am not looking for anything ordinary. I want to show you all the forbidden pleasures this world has to offer. I want you to submit to me in every way possible." He stopped and then he watched her reaction and said, "Are you interested?"

Felicity was tempted, oh how she was tempted. In the relationships she had in the past sex with her partners had been satisfying. However, she had always felt that something was missing. She would find herself daydreaming of excitement, things that people did not speak about except in the dark confines of their bedroom. Those forbidden things that you know would make your knees weak and your heart pound.