Okay, so, being the 'genius' I am, I have decided to start another multi-chap fic.
This one however is a little different.
All mistakes are on me.
This fic will take more time than usual to update since I need a lot of research for this, so I'll probably only update it twice a month.
Don't bitch about updates cause I am only a student and I have h-homework...yeah... Orz

Warning: This story contains BDSM theme so if you're not comfortable with it please don't read.
I do not have any personal experience on BDSM, so correct me if any terms or things are described or used wrongly.

Bechloe. Slight Staubrey. M rated for obvious reasons.


The Taste Of Your Lips

-Chapter One-

She walks into her office, making her way to her beanie chair that she loves the most. Sitting down on the chair, she realizes that they are a stack of new files pilling on her desk.

More newbie huh…hmm…

With a click on the small remote lying on her right, soft music came through the speakers above her, just the way she likes it. Sighing out a deep breath, she sits up straight to scan through the files on her desk. She mostly need to check on the new members of her club, to see if they is anyone is any trouble maker so she can ban them from her club.

Two special file was there, one was labeled with a yellow sticker on the right corner, while the other one was labeled with a red sticker on the same corner. Knowing what it means, she flips open the yellow one first, to look through all the details.

Not a lot of people signs up for training, especially since her club is always known as the strictest club that offers training, mainly because she, as a part of the community, takes this job very seriously. There are a lot of jerks in this field nowadays, more and more unfortunately. So if she can train out a good one, then she's done the least of her part.

The top right corner of the first page reveals a blonde girl, who is in a blazer.

She's hot. Can't deny that…

Then she starts scanning through the details.

Name: Aubrey Posen
Gender: Female
Date Of Birth: 14/08/1991
Occupation: Clerk at XXX Law Firm
Experience In The BDSM Field: Inexperienced

The details continued for another two pages, and then she sees the training she requires. Request training for Dominant. That's rare…Normally people that works these type of jobs will lean more to the submissive side, since they tend to crave the submission part of their body, and it will make them relax from their long day at work.

Law firm…wow…do not want to mess up with this one regarding about the contract…

Checking through her schedule, she makes a note on the file regarding about the interview for this girl. An interview is something that only this club does. In the interview, you will be asked several questions, and depending on your answers, she will decide which trainer you will work with for the next three months.

Some people in the past had failed the interview. Why? Because they know nothing about the lifestyle, which is normally fine because you can always learn, but she does not accept if a person misunderstand the core of this lifestyle.

The trust part

Closing the file, and leaving it at the left corner of her desk, she resumes picking up the red labeled file. This is serious problem. The red sticker signifies that this is an emergency case. Mostly it involves submissive that are free for collaring and is currently homeless or even some people that are leaning onto this lifestyle too heavily that needs help.

This particular file, is worse than both of the situation above.

The picture on the right corner shows a brunette, face covered with several… No… Covered in a lot of bruises… The corner of her left eye is swollen making her appearance ten times worse, and the corner of her lips is busted. The girl did not make eye contact with the camera hence telling Beca that she probably took the picture under a scared circumstance.

Abused submissive is a type of case that she hates the most… Knowing that some morons out there that have done all these fucking unforgivable stuff…

Name: Chloe Beale
Gender: Female
Date Of Birth: 28/02/1992
Occupation: None
Experience In The BDSM Field: Experienced

The details went on for another half a page only. But with that half a page, it managed to boiled her blood, making her want to strangle whoever that caused this, into death and if possible bring them back to life just to kill them one more fucking time.

Apparently this girl had one past Dominant only. A guy. This so-called Master of hers, had repeatedly abused her within the past five years. One of her staff had found her being beaten by her Master at the alley just now and had brought her into the club, not before threatening that she had caught everything on camera and if the guy doesn't let her go, she will phone the police.

She's here?


With that, she stood up from her beanie, and makes her way out to the room next to hers, with both the file she just read. Slamming her office door, she storms into the next room, only to find the brunette that she's looking for, working on her computer.

"Where's the girl they just brought in?" She demanded.

The leggy brunette that was focusing on her computer just now, stopped what she was doing and looks up to the girl -apparently her boss- that just walked in. With a sigh, she took off her glasses and then leaned her right elbow on the desk, and using her left hand, she slowly massages the bridge of her nose and starts explaining.

"I'll take it as you saw the file. They led her to room 12 and made her clean up a little. I went to check on her a while ago, she's scared, and she won't talk to me. Tried every way I can, she wouldn't budge." She said and ended with a shrug on her shoulder.

The moment she was told that a girl was brought in and was an abused submissive, she had tried to called her 'boss', but either the girl was very, very busy, or she forgot to charge her phone, again. Since she couldn't get a hold of her 'boss', she went and see the girl for herself.

They've met with abused submissive before, most of them are scared and frightened, uncertain whether they're going to get punish or whatever result they're going to face with. Chloe, is one of the worst that she had ever dealt with. She was beyond afraid and she refuses to make eye contact or even acknowledge her presence. With no luck, she went back to her office and started everything she can to get her information, and that being the half a page file that was just read.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner about this? I told you that if abused submissive is found you gotta let me know immediately, Stacie." The girl groaned out, she hates when abused submissive is not taken care of as quickly as possible.

"Well, you kind of ignored my 20 plus phone calls and I didn't even know you came to the club until…a minute ago where you rudely storms into my office." Stacie defended, it's not her fault the girl missed her phone calls.

Digging into her jeans pocket, she dug out her phone and saw that it wasn't working. "Ugh, out of battery again. What the fuck is wrong with this shit, I need a phone with longer lasting battery." She complains, "Sorry about just now, you know how nervous I can get when it involves with abused submissive." She apologized.

"It's okay Becs, I know you long enough to forgive you." Stacie winked.

Becs, is a nickname, short for Beca. Both of the girls had known each other since high school and are best friends since then. They've made quite some name of themselves in school, the alternative girl and the sex-addict goddess. Both of them are extremely gifted, and by that I mean both of them got a job right after high school and are being paid pretty well. So knowing that both of them have the same interest in this field, they opened this club together. Although Beca is kind of the boss more, since she is the one that paid more and she's more familiar with the whole BDSM, since she has had several experiences with other people.

"Okay, I'm going to go check on her." She says and walks out of the office, but when she reached the door, she turned back. "Oh by the way you free tomorrow 10 morning?" she asks.

"Probably, why?"

"You should interview this girl with me. She's a newbie, zero experience, and she works at a law firm so being the smart ass you are, you should be there and make sure I don't say anything wrong, and she doesn't sue me for saying a bad word towards her." Beca explains, throwing the file with the yellow sticker earlier to Stacie, and it was caught nicely by the leggy brunette.

"Sounds good, since you finally admit that I'm the smart one here." Stacie smirks, flipping the file open. This file wasn't filed by her, it was done by their…assistant, suppose is the right word to use.

"Oh please, you're always the smart one, everybody knows my brain doesn't function normally every time." Beca retorts, and then she walks out the office, proceeding to her next destination.

Room 12


She walks down the stairs, to level one, her office and Stacie's office are the only rooms in level two. Level one is where all the fun part is at, it's the place where most people come to her club loves the most. All the red rooms. They have a total of twenty rooms, fully equipped with different types of items. Be it for whipping, bondage, or even a feather. You name it, they have it.

Though there is one strict rule that Beca insisted on, even though Stacie thought it was okay. They strictly ban knife play and electric play in their club. Both of them personally are not a fan of those two plays, but they're not against it as well, they just don't find it entertaining, that's all. And the reason Beca insisted to ban them is because many people can't handle this well, and it is an issue that will cause damage or death to the submissive body if not treated properly.

Walking down the hallway on level one, the soft carpet lying beneath Beca's boots, mirrors on the walls reflecting her body, and the dim light above her. Everything is just like perfection. When she reaches her destination, she stood in front of the door, with the number '12', framed on the door in gold color, she takes in a deep breath.

She knocks on the wooden door softly, she doesn't have to knock, since this is her place, but it is to show a sign of respect to the girl inside, knowing that all the event that happened to her today must be tough and shocking. After knocking three times, she turns the handle lightly and opens the door.

She looks into the room, only to see a girl sitting by the corner of the room, with her knees to her chest, arms wrapping around them. She's obviously shaking and scared, and she didn't acknowledge Beca's appearance. Beca expected this, she enters the room and closes the door behind her. Walking slowly to the girl, she starts talking.

"Hey there…" She started softly, "It sure is a little cold in here huh? Let me help you turn down the air-conditioner a little." With that, she presses on the remote of the air-conditioner right next to the light switch, turning down the temperature.

Then she continues walking towards the girl. She notices the girl pulling her knees closer to her as she walks closer to the girl. That's good, at least she knows I'm here… She sits down a few meters far from the girl, since she doesn't want her to be too shocked and scares her.

"I'm Beca…what's your name?" She asks gently, looking at the girl.

No response

"Do you like music?" she asks, but not really expecting an answer, so she continues, "I love music, I don't like to sing, but my friends say I'm good at it…I don't know if I should believe in them…" she confesses.

"Maybe you can be the judge…" Beca says and then looks at the girl to see if they're any sign of rejection, gladly, there wasn't. So she starts singing.

I'm bulletproof
Nothing to lose
Fire away Fire away
Ricochet
You take your aim
Fire away Fire away
Shoot me down
But I won't fall
I am titanium
Shoot me down
But I won't fall
I am titanium

When she finishes the song, Beca looks up but finds no sign of the girl's interest at all…

I guess it wasn't true when Stacie say I have great voice…gosh I hope I didn't sounded awful…

"I guess I'm not that good huh…" Beca thought of using another way to get the girl talk to her. She hates using this way, but at some point the girl must at least talk. Beca settles herself and then with one look, she looks up at the girl with full dominance. Most of the time, submissive will feel when someone's eyes are on them, especially when that someone is a Dominant.

Chloe immediately shrinks, which gave Beca enough information to know that she managed to get her point to the girl, and the girl is fully aware of what position she is in. Beca just continues to look at her until she saw it. It was just a slight flicker. But their gaze met. Even if it was just a 0.01 second, Beca saw that, and she immediately softens.

"You have very pretty eyes…they're blue…like the sky." She says. It is true. Although the pair of eyes was filled with fear, it didn't cover the blue in it. It was the most beautiful pair of eyes Beca had ever met. And then Beca starts noticing small things about her.

How she has a small cut on her forehead, although she has other bruises and cuts, but it was obvious that the small cut on the forehead had been there for quite a long time. She also has a few very, very old bite marks on her right hand, near her wrist, probably by a dog. And then she notices how her hair is actually dyed…

"You're a redhead…?" Beca asked, a little louder than she intended and Chloe literally just shrinks. "Sorry, I don't mean it to sound that way, I was just surprised…" Beca apologizes softly. She was glad when she saw Chloe becoming a little calmer than before.

She looks at her watch and realizes that she needs to be at her studio in half an hour. "I need to leave now…but I'll come back tomorrow first thing in the morning." She announces, standing up and looking at Chloe, to see that she still didn't move, but she was shivering.

"Here…" She took off her leather jacket and slowly walks toward Chloe, making sure that she isn't invading the girl's privacy and the girl isn't rejecting her. Seeing no sign of rejection, she leans down a little and places the jacket on the girl, covering majority of her body.

"I'll call the people to bring you some food and water okay?" Beca says, as she makes her way to the door. "If you need anything you can call the people here, or me…you can ask them to call me as well." She continues.

"Rest well and make sure you eat okay…I'll see you tomorrow…" And with that, Beca walks out and gently closes the door, but not before she turns the temperature down a little more.

Beca couldn't sleep the whole night, twisting and turning around, her mind on focusing on a certain redhead. She feels sorry for her, since she went through that much before this, but at the same time she feels a certain attraction towards her. And the less than one second gaze is a moment Beca could never forget. It's the first time she saw her eyes, and it was beautiful.


Beca was woken by her alarm blaring at nine in the morning, she managed to have less than an hour of sleep. She went into the bathroom and starts washing up herself and dressing. She chose a blue tank top and wore a black leather jacket, coming with, of course, her favorite skinny jeans and combat boots.

Her appearance is…a little better than her usual plaid and jeans, mostly because she have an appointment this evening with an artist, and also she have an interview today. She tried to follow the natural Domme look one time, latex corset stuff like that, and she regretted it the moment she step into her club because all the Dom will set eyes on her and she need to use all her self-control, to not go up and give every one of them a punch in the jaw.

Grabbing her car keys, she left her house and went straight to the café around the corner of her street, going to the drive-thru and got herself a cup of coffee accompanying with a few bagels. Although the food at the club is not bad, Beca prefers this café, she comes here almost every day mainly because the coffee here is like heaven.

After around twenty minute of drive, she reached the club and stopped her car at the front door, handing the jockey her keys. They obviously knows she's the boss, so they treat her car with extra care, and until now, they did a pretty good job. She head straight up to her office, left her bagels on the table and then calls in their assistant.

Holding the device, she speaks up into the speaker, "Enzo, my room in two, I need to ask you a few things." It makes a direct announcement to all the speakers around the club, and it makes sure that wherever the person is, he or she will get to Beca as soon as possible, or they'll end up with a big envelope.

Just like Beca expected, within a minute, someone was knocking on her door, a simple "Come in." leaded the person to enter the room, closing the door behind him. A guy probably in his early twenties entered the room. He was wearing a white button up shirt and a grey vest, holding a blue folder in his hand.

"Miss B." The guy greets with his head bowed down a little.

Beca rolled her eyes at the greet, "Enzo I told you to call me Beca for like a zillion times already, you're not in the community, you just work for me." She explains.

Miss B is what people in the BDSM community will refer her as. Mostly Dominants or submissive will call her that, since she refused to be called as Mistress, or anything as equally as old. It's just her own preference, and it is also something Stacie agrees to. Being called as Mistress sounds old to them, she they introduce themselves as Miss B and Miss S.

The guy chuckles, "Maybe I'm showing interest as a sub now…"

Beca raised an eyebrow, playing along, she says, "If that's the case, you know I'll be gladly to train you. Although I am oh so gay, but I can train you well enough." Beca threw a wink at the end of the sentence, making the guy laughing out loud.

"You give me paycheck every month, with a number that is probably four times higher than what I can get outside, I don't think I want to lose that." Enzo smirks, something similar to Beca, which is also probably where he learnt it from.

"I know you're not into anything like this, seeing that you never showed ANY interest at all, even though you've worked here for like two years now." Enzo laughs out again, "Yeah, I prefer vanilla sex."

"Anyway, I have a few questions for you. Firstly, you called the girl that applied and told her about the interview right?" Beca said, picking up her pen and spinning it around her fingers.

Enzo nodded, "Yeah, she confirmed that she will be here."

"Okay, next question, did anything happened last night? Things I need to know?" Beca asked, this is the question the asks almost every day, since this is her club after all, and shit can happen when she's not here.

Enzo thought about it for a moment before answering, "Only one thing, Scarlett came by last night."

Beca hummed, raising an eyebrow, "The very famous Queen S?" she asks just to confirm.

Enzo shrugs with a nod, "Yeah, she walked around and talked to a few people, then she watched the show performed by Joseph and his sub before she left."

The club have performers every night, performing different type and style of play, for example, bondage. Joseph is a very well-known Dom in the community. Did I mention that Beca and Stacie are both very respected as well? Sorry I think I forgot to mention about that.

Well Beca is very famous with her style, the way she deals with her sub, and also how loving and caring she is to her sub. Soft Dominants aren't always respected by other people because they think it shows that the Dominant is weak, but Beca changed these thoughts, although there still are some people that doesn't like her way.

Stacie on the other hand, is like a natural in it. She's famous with…well…her ability to make everyone kneel in front of her I guess. She have this…vibe going on around her. And well of course, her killer body is always a bonus. Some people refer her as the Brat Killer, well she tames brat, a lot.

Both of them perform from time to time, and when that happens, the club is normally full-house. Their performance just really catch people's interests, and also it amazes some of the new Dominants, they can learn a lot of things when they watch the girl's performance.

And oh, the Queen S that they mentioned, is another very famous person in this community. She is one hell of a Domme, but her story can save for another time…

"She didn't look for me, right?" The brunette asked, stopping the pen on her hand to look up at Enzo. He just simply shook his head, "Nope, I think someone told her about you working or stuff like that."

"Hmm, okay. Now last question, the girl that they brought in last night, in Room 12, anything special that she did or acted?" Finally she asked her question that she's most concerned about.

"She's been sitting at the same corner since we brought her in. She drank the water we gave her but she's not eating, and she refuse to talk and give eye-contact, we don't know what to do to her…" Enzo sighs, he always felt bad for the subs that get abused, and this one in particular is one of the worst.

"Hmm…I'll try to talk to her again later." Beca sighs, her brain running through all the things she can do with the girl, depending on if the girl actually talks today.

Suddenly the door to Beca's office swung open, and Stacie came walking inside, as if she didn't just bust into her boss' room. She had a smile on her face, which probably meant she was in a good mood, and also she's ready for whatever shit that will happen today. She's very positive sometime.

"Morning, I'm here for the interview you mentioned yesterday." Stacie said as she makes herself at home, plopping down at the couch right at the corner of the room. Enzo laughs at her actions while Beca rolls her eyes.

"Morning Beca. Morning Stacie. May I come in? Of course you may. Thank you. No problem make yourself at home. I will." Beca mumbles, more to herself, but she made sure Stacie heard it. And it was confirmed when she heard the leggy brunette giggle.

"Oh shut up, you do this every time you enter my office as well, right Enzo?" Stacie looks up to Enzo to ask for support. "That, I must agree." Enzo smiled, entertained by both his bosses.

Beca huffed, and then rolls her eyes. "Whatever…Enzo, when the girl is here for the interview just send her right in."

Enzo nodded, and then make his way out the office, "No problem I will…" he just got out the office and wanted to close the door behind him when he saw the blonde girl standing right outside, he turned and said, "-send her in right now." Enzo smiles, seeing Beca and Stacie immediately straighten their posture.

Beca nods, as in a way to say 'let her in and close the door'.

The blonde walks in and straight to Beca, offering her right hand. Beca took it gently and introduces herself and Stacie. "Good morning, I'm Beca, this is Stacie."

"Aubrey Posen." The blonde says as she shook Stacie's hand as well.

Stacie was observing the blonde the whole time, looking up and down, from the ways she ties her hair up, down until the black heels she's wearing. Aubrey is giving her a very…strong, vibe. Unlike Stacie's, it was more of a…catching attention vibe. Stacie's vibe is like a command, looking into her eyes can make you uncomfortable, sometimes you can't even look into her eyes. It's just that strong.

"You're early." Stacie states, time management is actually very important for a Dominant, you need to be able to handle your time well, since you do need to take care of your sub as well. Especially when some subs that rely a lot on their Dominants.

"I handle my time very well." Aubrey offered her a genuine smile, somehow she's happy, she doesn't understand why though…

"Well then let's get right into the point." Beca said, as she gestures for Aubrey to take a seat at the couch opposite them. Beca sat beside Stacie, noticing her gaze, she knew Stacie is doing her natural 'hunting' job.

Stacie is currently looking for a long-term sub, saying she wants someone that she can care for, but at the same time, she can't be too easy. Stacie loves a challenge, and especially when it's a person that she need to focus some time on.

Aubrey sat down and crossed her right leg on top of her left leg, body slightly facing Stacie more than Beca, but of course, her eye contact was on both the brunette in front of her.

"Let's get this started then."


A/N: Let me know if I'm doing a bad job, what you want or don't want to read.

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