A/N: So if you guys have stuck around to continue reading this trash, then wow...thank you, lol. I actually didn't realize how much of a cliffhanger I had left you guys with until I began reading some of your messages on tumblr, and your reviews. By the way...keep those coming. You guys are pretty awesome. Anyway, here's a very embarrassed Chloe and an utterly whipped Beca discussing Chloe's interest in BDSM. Should be interesting. Let me know what you think. (tumblr: cherishmimi)

Chapter 2

Beca had never seen Chloe fidget so much.

Well, obviously right? The girl had an incredible amount of confidence - and not the annoying kind of confidence that made you want to punch people in the face - the cute kind. Confidence that seemed to evolve from pure acceptance and respect for yourself.

Chloe's confidence always seemed to radiate throughout everything she did and Beca found it both amusing and endearing - despite being visibly freaked out by that sort of thing in previous situations.

Chloe was different…blah, blah, blah. (Beca = whipped.)

Anyway, Chloe was the one who smiled and told you exactly what she was thinking - despite how inappropriate or ill-timed it may have been - and Beca was the nervous one. That was the way things were.

And there were very few times that dynamic shifted.

This was one of those times.

Chloe had led Beca awkwardly to their small kitchen table and set the books in the middle - perfectly organized in a row (of course) with the collar lying in the center.

That was ten minutes ago. They'd been sitting in silence ever since, Beca watching Chloe who seemed to be struggling between feeling embarrassed or nervous. She had also settled for darting her eyes around the kitchen nervously instead of actually looking at Beca.

Ah, shit.

"Okay, nope." Beca said simply, sitting up in straight and shaking her head.

Chloe's eyes landed on hers in confusion. (Finally.)

"What?"

"If you can't even look at me, then we're not having this conversation." Beca stated calmly and Chloe's eyes softened, but not in the normal "Chloe Beale empathy extraordinaire" way. In a way that seemed to bleed with worry.

Beca didn't like it.

"I'm sorry I-I just…" Chloe sighed, shaking her head. "This conversation wasn't supposed to happen this way. I hadn't planned on-"

"You hadn't planned what?" Beca interrupted, her eyebrow raised, "Because judging by the very specific collection of research materials found in your underwear drawer, I'd say you've been doing a lot of planning, Chlo."

Chloe tensed and swallowed, darting her eyes down to her books, almost protectively. "Beca, first of all, it's our underwear drawer-"

"Not the point-"

"Secondly," Chloe stressed, ignoring Beca, "what I was trying to say before you cut me off, was that I hadn't planned on having this conversation with you so soon. I-I was waiting on the right time."

Beca furrowed her eyebrows, disbelief and hurt boiling up inside of her. "When was that gonna be? Once you had completed your year-long examination of the BDSM community and finished a thesis on it?"

Beca knew it was harsh and she kicked herself as soon as the words tumbled out of her mouth.

She was an asshole.

"You're mad." Chloe concluded sadly, avoiding Beca's eyes, tears immediately threatening beneath her lowered lashes. Beca felt the instant pang of guilt settle heavily inside of her body. She hated the sight of a crying Chloe. Especially when she was the reason behind the tears.

She reached for Chloe's hand, prompting her to look up at her.

"Oh God, I'm an asshole Chloe. Listen, I'm not mad...I'm just confused. You've never hidden anything from me before…"

Chloe sighed and there were those eyes again, big and filled to the brim with sincerity. "I know, but I was scared Beca. I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable. I know how you are about these things, and I didn't want to scare you away with my... um, needs."

So they were needs.

Beca rolled her eyes. "Honestly you could tell me you murder people on the weekends for fun and I would probably still want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Shit. Beca froze, and Chloe momentarily smiled, the way she always did when Beca's heart said fuck you to her filter and something particularly genuine slipped out.

"Ah, so you do wanna spend the rest of your life with me…" Chloe said excitedly, her eyes twinkling and Beca shook her head, attempting to ignore the beating of her heart. She was such a weirdo.

"Stay focused, Beale. The point I'm trying to make here is you don't have to be afraid of talking to me about anything. Especially something that seems to be important to you."

Chloe nodded, squeezing Beca's hand and smiling at her adoringly.

Beca was always a sucker for that. For Chloe looking at her like she was the second coming of Christ. It was a weakness. It was the reason Chloe ended up being the one to decorate their apartment, and pick out Beca's outfit for her first day as a real-life producer, and steal all the covers off of her while they were sleeping.

"This is important you, isn't it? It's something you're interested in." Beca asked cautiously, sure of the answer (there were literally dozens of BDSM how-to books lying on their kitchen table like a thanksgiving spread) yet needing to hear Chloe say it.

"Yes," she breathed out, as if a burden had been lifted from her.

Beca hummed thoughtfully. "How long have you wanted to do...this stuff?"

Chloe blushed. "A while..." She murmured, clearly bouncing around a straight answer.

Beca titled her head suspiciously, eyeing the way Chloe's cheeks began to match her hair. "A while like...after some one night stand tied you up or something or...?"

"Since I was a junior in high school."

Beca's mouth gaped open, and she stared at Chloe in disbelief. Of course Chloe only shrugged calmly and Beca internally fist pumped.

There she was. Confident Chloe was slowly coming back.

But still - junior year? Jesus.

"Chloe you've been interested in this stuff since -"

"Since I was seventeen. Yeah...I know it sounds really crazy, but...I had a boyfriend-"

"What? No way!" Beca gasped, feigning shock and Chloe smacked at her hand sharply. Beca hissed, before laughing, and Chloe continued.

"Anyway, his name was Josh," Beca rolled her eyes at Chloe's habit of giving out unnecessary information when telling a story.

She didn't care about his name. He would be history in five minutes. Especially considering he was an ex.

"I lost my virginity to him. It was...sweet I guess. But I didn't feel very satisfied."

Maybe it was because he had the wrong parts, Beca resisted saying, the stinging from her hand reminding her what happened the last time she interrupted her girlfriend.

"But we kept doing it, you know? He'd come over when my parents weren't home and we'd try it different ways...but I never felt any different. If anything, I was bored." Chloe said, furrowing her eyebrows as if confused by the idea that she had once been bored during sex.

That caused Beca to laugh out loud. She also couldn't imagine Chloe being bored during anything. Excitement ran through her veins, not blood.

"So of course, I decided to do some research to figure out what was wrong…" Chloe said, gesturing towards Beca as if to say 'obviously'. As if all sexually confused teenagers took to researching when they felt dissatisfied with their sex-lives, or lack thereof.

Beca smirked. "Right and you stumbled upon some BDSM and thought, why not give that a try?"

Chloe laughed. "Sort of. I started reading up on all these different fantasies that could possibly help to make things more um, exciting." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and Beca almost forgot what they were talking about thanks to the ridiculous nature of the gesture, until Chloe continued.

"So, I started to act out some of these fantasies, with Josh. I had him tie me up, pull my hair…spank me." Her eyes twinkled again in that mischievous way and Beca didn't know whether to be jealous at how openly her girlfriend was reminiscing over her past sexual-escapades or turned on at the glazed look that took over her features.

"Hey, Chlo? I get the point…no more thinking about Jake…or whoever." Beca said, clearing her throat. Chloe only giggled.

"It's Josh, Beca. You're so cute when you're jealous…" She teased, rubbing her thumb against the edge of the hand that was still holding onto her own. Beca instantly felt the familiar tingle associated with Chloe's touch (the one that made her want to never stop touching her) and smiled.

"Get on with the story woman." She joked and Chloe nodded.

"Right, so it helped, the fantasies. I realized Josh was being too gentle, too sweet with me and that's why I wasn't very satisfied. But there was still something missing…an itch that I just couldn't seem to scratch when it came to that sort of thing." Chloe hummed and Beca nodded in understanding.

"Control." Beca answered and Chloe smiled.

"Yes. I…wanted to be in control. So I took control. Josh faded away, and I found others…who were more than willing to let me try things and sort of figure out who I wanted to be." Chloe said casually as if it was completely normal.

Beca seemed to realize the situation, she and Chloe sitting at their kitchen table, discussing her past partners and how she tested her BDSM fantasies out on them.

"At first, I didn't quite understand why I loved it so much. Why it made me feel so happy. It wasn't normal." Chloe said, and Beca for some reason felt a surge of disappointment at Chloe's past self-depreciation. Normal was overrated anyway.

"So I continued to research…and I even went out and spoke with some more experienced people who had been apart of the community for a long time. They were all so genuine and ordinary…and so was I. So am I." Chloe licked her lips, glancing down at the table for a second, before looking back up at Beca.

"I spent my entire life constantly pleasing everyone, Beca. I did everything my parents asked me to do in high school and everything Aubrey asked me to do at Barden, with the Bella's." She squeezed Beca's hand. "Even with you. It's not a secret that I feel the need to please you, to be the doting girlfriend…it's just who I am. And I accept and love that part of myself."

Chloe took a deep breath, "But this," she gestured to the books, to all of her deepest desires spread out onto the table. "This is who I am. This is what I need."

Beca felt completely and totally captured by the sincerity in Chloe's big blue eyes. She was staring at Beca as if she had just exposed a very, very intimate part of herself, and that simply made Beca feel crappy.

This was something Chloe was really serious about and she had been treating it as a joke. She had also never noticed, or asked. Which meant that Chloe had been suppressing her own needs, the very thing that balanced her out, in order to make sure Beca was comfortable.

God she was frustratingly perfect. And Beca was a dick.

"Beca?" Chloe asked, the nervousness seeping back into her voice. Beca bit down on her bottom lip, having realized that she had been sitting there, staring for the last five minutes without speaking.

"I love you." Chloe said gently and Beca ignored the way everything seemed to brighten in color when Chloe spoke those words.

"Yeah, you do. But you're not happy." Beca said softly, her insecurities surfacing.

(Fuck how did that happen?)

It was the way Chloe had talked about her past experiences, how much she enjoyed exploring the possibilities of being in control and the way her eyes had shone in happiness at the memory. Chloe had been suppressing these things with Beca, for Beca.

As a matter of fact, Beca began to have several flashbacks of their sexual experiences, and she distantly recalls the difference when Chloe was controlling what was going on, or at least taking some sort of lead.

It was official. Beca was a neglectful asshole.

(Great going, Mitchell.)

Chloe seemed to realize what was going to through Beca's mind and she began to protest, actually standing up and walking around their small kitchen table to plop down onto Beca's lap.

"Stop, Beca. I'm the happiest I've ever been with you…and I love making love to you." Chloe supplied, reaching for Beca's hand again, and pressing a soft kiss against her skin.

Ignoring the way her nether regions began to pulse, (honestly Chloe was on her lap, she could just breathe and turn her on at this point) Beca chuckled. "Yeah, but you just said how much happier you are when you're in control. So you may be satisfied now, but you still want to be in control."

Chloe tilted her head, "I want to be in control, Beca. But it's not just about that."

Beca cleared her throat, curious now. "Then tell me what it's about."

Chloe twisted her lips to the side, the way she always did when she had something to say. Beca was just about ready to take the lead when Chloe said; "It's natural…for me to take pleasure out of someone following my orders or for me to be in charge of giving or taking away their pleasure. But…it's more than that. It's the idea that someone is willingly giving me that control…that someone trusts me enough to take care of them."

Beca tilted her head. "But isn't it their job to take care of you? Aren't you the…Dominant one?"

"It isn't their job. It's their choice. And because they are willingly choosing to do as I say, to be under my um…command, they are allowing me the chance to please them in return for their cooperation. It's all give and take, Becs. The submissive trusts me…depends on me to give them what they need, whether it be punishment or pleasure…and it's my duty to do right by that. I love that…"

Chloe's eyes had darkened, and suddenly Beca felt hot under her shirt, her open palm still captured between Chloe's hands. Everything was coming together now, all of the reading that Chloe had done, all of the research. This was who she was.

And it was incredibly sexy.

"Do you um, want me to do that…for you?" Beca asked, shyly and she was horrified at how nervous she sounded.

Chloe trailed the tip of her finger across the palm of Beca's hand softly, her blue eyes only becoming darker at Beca's words.

"I would love it…if you trusted me enough to be your Domme, Beca. But I would never force you into anything. I also know that this is something completely foreign to you." Chloe said softly, a combination of arousal and worry clouding beneath her eyes.

Beca however was completely and utterly horny thanks to both the way Chloe seemed to be radiating sexiness and exactly how close she was to Beca's body at that very moment.

It was all skin and blue eyes.

"I um," Beca looked up into Chloe's eyes, biting down on her lower lip. "I'm sure…you could teach me what I needed to know…" She murmured, and Chloe tightened her grip on Beca's hand, her eyes clouding over with lust.

"Are you telling me you wanna belong to me, Beca? Because if that's what you're saying to me…" Chloe swallowed and Beca had to physically clench her thighs at the way her girlfriend looked.

Good lord, she definitely had been holding back. The mere idea of Beca agreeing to this seemed to have Chloe on the verge of combusting.

Beca was totally here for that. She couldn't deny her own curiosity either. Her desire to see what it was like to belong to Chloe.

It was a delicious thought, honestly. And despite how surprised Beca was at how much she wanted to hand over the control to Chloe, she couldn't deny the appeal, couldn't stop herself from feeling drawn to Chloe being in charge of her, completely.

She just wanted to make Chloe happy.

"I trust you." Beca breathed out, suddenly. She stared at Chloe deeply, hoping that she was properly conveying what she felt. She wasn't good at this sort of thing. But she needed Chloe to know that she wanted to try this; that she wanted to make this happen for her.

Beca placed one had against Chloe's hip, gripping the flesh there before placing the hand previously captured by Chloe against her cheek, leaning forward to press their foreheads together.

"I want to be yours…" Beca whispered, chancing a glance at Chloe's lips, which honestly had never looked more inviting.

Had she known what those words would do to Chloe, she would have better prepared herself for what happened next.

She supposed it was better she didn't see it coming; it might not have felt as fucking amazing.

Chloe growled (actually growled, it was simultaneously adorable and nerve-wrecking) and reached for Beca's hair, fisting it as she captured her lips in a harsh kiss, moving almost desperately against her.

Beca gasped and squeezed Chloe's side at the feeling, and Chloe's fingers tightened her hair, her teeth biting down on Beca's bottom lip and pulling.

(Oh my fucking god.)

Beca whined at the pain and Chloe flicked her tongue against the sting of her lip before thrusting into the crevices of her mouth, licking against her own tongue in such an intrusive way that all Beca could do was moan in pleasure.

Not to mention Chloe was doing that thing were she subconsciously grinded her hips against Beca and it was making her body pulse in all kinds of ways.

Beca felt Chloe's hand against her neck gliding down towards her breast quickly, harshly squeezing the flesh through the thin shirt before releasing her lips with a quick intake of breath and trailing open-mouthed kisses down towards her target, the breast she was working to release from the shirt.

Beca threaded her hands in red curls and groaned at the feeling of lips wrapping around a taut nipple (how did she work both her shirt and bra to the side so quickly?).

"J-Jesus Chlo…"

Chloe hummed in response and nipped at the pebbled flesh, causing Beca to hiss.

(She sure was doing a lot of biting today.)

Having had enough, Chloe came up for air, her lips just as swollen as Beca's and her eyes twinkling with lust. She was grinning and she still had two fingers wrapped around Beca's exposed nipple as she threaded her other hand through Beca's tousled hair.

"I've wanted to hear you say that for so long, baby." Chloe giggled and Beca smirked.

"I could tell by the way you just molested me…" Beca murmured reaching up to guide some fallen curls behind her ear. She was also vastly ignoring the way Chloe tweaked her nipples and how it was sending vibrations straight to her groin, suddenly Chloe was twisting harshly and Beca let out a loud shout, her eyes widening at a giggling Chloe.

"N-Noooot that I'm complaining, oh my god." Beca gasped as Chloe released her erect nipple, satisfied with its state and crossing her arms smugly.

"I didn't think you were…"

Beca glanced down at her breasts, red and tingling from Chloe's ministrations. She herself felt high and tingly all over. She was also incredibly horny and had every intention of fucking Chloe against the kitchen table (wait – what?).

Beca rubbed her palms against Chloe's thighs, her bare thighs (how long had she had on that skirt?).

"So since I'm gonna be giving up control to you from now on, you um, think I could bend you over this table one last time?" Beca asked hopefully, leaning forward and kissing Chloe sweetly, before attempting to press kisses against her throat.

She thought she had her, Chloe beginning to hum appreciatively at the feeling (a sign that she was feeling particularly dirty) but then she was pulling Beca's face back and staring at her with a look that said 'not quite'.

Beca groaned and leaned back against her chair. "Come on, Chlo. You can't just kiss me like that, launch a full fledged attack on my poor nipple and then refuse to give me some lovin…" Beca whined.

Chloe pinched Beca's cheeks, making a pouting face at her. "Aww, as much as I want to continue what I started, we need to get some things out of the way first."

Beca frowned. "More talking?"

Chloe smiled. "Yes more talking. There are…things that need to be discussed before you and I begin this new step in our relationship."

Briefly noting the way Chloe addressed the situation as if they were planning on having a child or something, Beca raised an eyebrow. "What kind of things?"

Chloe licked her lips. "Important things like limits, and safe words. I want to make sure I do everything right, so I don't end up hurting you."

Beca smirked and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, internally cringing at how creepy she must have looked. "What if I want you to hurt me?"

Chloe rolled her eyes. "If you want me to hurt you then it still needs to be discussed, along with what you don't want me to do." Chloe took a deep breath, excitement crossing over her features.

Things like that, the child-like excitement that seem to course through Chloe's body at random as she spoke made Beca wonder how she was going to pull this BDSM thing off.

"Okay, okay. I guess we should get that out of the way before you start tying me up to have your wicked way with me." Beca sighed and Chloe made to stand up from her position against Beca's lap.

Beca found that extremely disappointing.

"Wait – where are you going?" She whined and Chloe straightened her shirt and skirt.

"I was supposed to be at work thirty minutes ago, and you're definitely going to be late at this rate." She said simply, turning around to wipe her smudged lipstick in the reflection of the refrigerator.

Honestly, Beca had completely forgotten about work.

"What? But I thought you wanted to talk?" Beca continued to bemoan, and she wondered when she became an actual three-year old.

Oh yeah, when Chloe took her balls and held onto them.

"I want to, but I can't baby. It's too late to cancel an appointment. You're just gonna have to wait until this afternoon when I finish."

Beca watched Chloe, her mouth going dry at the way her skirt clung to her body tightly. She was attempting to make her hair look like it hadn't just been tossed around and Beca smirked.

Wait a minute.

"Since when do you dress like that for appointments?" Beca wondered suddenly, not sure if she wanted other people indulging in the sight of her girlfriend's ass the way she had only seconds ago.

Chloe laughed, reaching down to straighten her heels on her feet.

"Oh stop. I always dress like this for work, Becs." Chloe said lightly and Beca ran a hand through her hair, shaking her head at the way Chloe's moods seem to bounce all over the place.

One moment they're discussing the possibilities of her putting a collar on Beca and owning her, the next minute she's giggling about work and twirling around the kitchen like an actual fairy.

(Whom was she dating, honestly?)

"Yeah, yeah. Promise we'll talk when you get home?" Beca asked hopefully.

Chloe turned to her, her eyes softening. She leaned forward and covered Beca's mouth with her own sweetly, slipping her tongue between Beca's lips for some quick damage, just enough to make Beca's knees weak, before pulling away with a final chaste kiss to her lips. "Yes, I promise we'll talk. In the meantime, maybe you should do some research on your own? At least so you have an idea of what you may be interested in." Chloe said, her eyes all hopeful and bright and Beca found herself stuck in one of those moments where she felt utterly in love with the girl.

"I just wanna make you happy, Chlo." Beca said sincerely, and Chloe hummed again. Her eyes were shut briefly, as if she was savoring what Beca had just said, before she smiled down at her, pressing her hand against her cheek softly.

"I love you, so much. I'll see you when I get home." She promised, before reaching for her purse and slipping out of the front door and Beca smiled, buzzing all over for some reason.

Chloe was…something else. And as Beca picked up one of the forgotten books on the table, she wondered if she was prepared for what her redhead had in store for her.

(She probably wasn't.)