A/N: You guys kind of rock, okay?
Honestly, I'm so incredibly in love with this fandom and all of the wonderful people in it. You have made me feel so good about this kinky little thing I've got going here, and I'm so happy all of you are enjoying what I'm writing. I know it's a bit off the wall, the BDSM thing, but I promise to ease you guys through it as tastefully as possible. (Of course it will get a bit raunchy here and there, so get ready for that.) But yeah, you guys are the loves of my life. So now that that's out there in the open, a quick congrats to all of us for killing in TCA's and coming out with multiple wins and some pretty amazing tweets from E. Banks and Sendrick. It's always a good thing when the actors ship themselves. Maybe it will help something happen in PP3! Let's stay positive people!
Anyway here we are! We have come to our first night with Beca and Chloe as Dominant and submissive. Just like Bechloe, we're taking it slow. So this first chapter is tame (for me, anyways) just to ease those of you who aren't as familiar with BDSM (just like Beca) into what it's going to be like between our girls during play. As the chapters come...the play scenes will become more intense, okay? I'm trying to do right by you all. Coming from an extremely hardcore BDSM fic (Cherished Affliction, hello shameless plug) I've gotten a lot of shocked, angry reviews from kiddies who weren't really prepared for the content. So I'm easing into it with this pairing. I also find it interesting to watch a very, very untrained submissive, and a very fresh Dominant grow together. Which is what Beca and Chloe will be doing. Okay, enough conversation. Get to reading babes. And don't forget to flood my comments and tumblr (cherishmimi) with your thoughts. Please.
Happy reading!
Warnings: Spanking, (light) bondage, blindfold, temperature play, mentions of oral sex.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect, or any of the characters associated.
Chapter 4
"Chloe!"
It was her ritual.
Beca would stumble through the door (sometimes at a reasonable time in the afternoon, and other times late in the evening after dinner had been carefully wrapped and placed in the refrigerator) bearing some form of an apology and grinning about a new mix she had come up with or a song she had written.
She'd scream out Chloe's name excitedly and her girlfriend would appear almost dutifully, wearing an apron and a smile on her face, maybe holding a book in her hand...or sometimes she'd even mumble from the couch, where she'd be halfway asleep if it had become too late.
Today was no different...or at least Beca figured it would be no different, until she shut the door and found no Chloe, no dinner, and no lights.
(Hmm.)
Beca furrowed her eyebrows and leaned up against the door, her eyes searching the house quickly, attempting to figure out why the only light seemed to be coming from underneath their bedroom door...
Oh.
Oh.
Beca swallowed nervously and dropped her bag against the floor, before journeying further into the house.
There was still no Chloe, which was a little nerve wrecking for Beca considering she had no idea how to go about preparing for this sort of thing.
She had thought Chloe would have given her a little more warning, considering all the time she had taken to even broach the subject with Beca.
That had been only a few days ago...and now Beca was standing in the middle of a mysteriously dark apartment with no girlfriend and a feeling that things were about to take a turn for the intense.
Then again…she was dating Chloe, so intensity was a given.
Beca bit down on her bottom lip, standing in the doorway of the kitchen for a minute.
"Chlo?"
When she was only met with more silence, Beca sighed and decided to face whatever surprises lay within the apartment.
Of course, when she turned on the light…she thought that Chloe would be standing there, wearing some dramatic leather get up and brandishing a whip in one hand and a collar in the other.
(Okay so maybe she had fantasized about this moment a little bit too much)
Unfortunately that wasn't what she found.
What she found was a squeaky clean - and empty - kitchen, aside from the little wooden table in the center.
On that table, lay an old-fashioned silver dinner tray and lid, setup like something room service would deliver at an expensive hotel.
There was even a little notecard addressed to Beca.
Beca smiled in relief and licked her lips. This was familiar to her; an adorably dramatic and choreographed moment. This was Chloe.
Beca sauntered over and picked up the card, assuming Chloe left her a message.
"She could have just texted me..." Beca grumbled under her breath before grabbing the card and unfolding it.
Beca,
I know you're probably wondering what all of this is. But if you know me, you know I can't do anything without adding a little bit of drama. ;)
"Of course." Beca chuckled, rolling her eyes before continuing to read.
Anyway, if you haven't already figured out by the dark house and the lack of my presence...I have finished preparing and I am ready to assume my duties as your Domme, starting tonight. Now all I need to know is if you're ready to be my submissive.
I know we've already discussed it, but I need to be sure that this is what you want, baby. So I'm asking that you confirm it for me one last time. Put on the collar, and meet me in the bedroom. Give yourself to me. I'll wait, and if you don't come...I'll forget we ever even talked about this.
I love you,
Chlo.
Beca sucked in a breath, placing the card against her chest and leaning against the edge of the table in order to still her quickly beating heart.
She was a little shaken, and it was only because she knew exactly how important this very moment was, considering the very detailed conversation they had shared in preparation.
It was imperative that Beca made sure that this, whatever it was; turned out to be everything Chloe had ever wanted.
On the surface, it seemed so intense. But the reality of the situation was very simple. All Beca had to do was take a couple of steps, go into the bedroom. Everything else was just waiting for her.
Beca glanced over to the dish still sitting on the tray. It was as if it was staring back at her, tempting her to touch it, to pull the top off and reveal what was underneath.
Glancing at the bedroom door, light still glimmering from underneath, Beca reached for the top of the tray with shaking fingers, and pulled it off quickly...as if revealing the evening's dinner.
Dinner wasn't underneath the tray.
Hell, Beca didn't know what she was expecting...but this was not it.
She'd imagined...stripping down to nothing, per her girlfriend's request and placing that soft black, leather band - the one she had found lurking beneath the pages of Chloe's book - around her neck.
However, Chloe was full of surprises.
"Fucking Chloe."
Laying neatly on top of a fringed little white cloth was a bright yellow collar...thin, with a gold buckle and a gold medal D ring dangling from the center.
Beca pulled the strap between her fingers, feeling the soft leather against her skin. She was unable to resist chuckling at how perfect it was.
Chloe would never allow Beca to wear a standard black collar. Oh, absolutely not. That was too normal, and it would have been too comfortable for Beca.
No, Chloe had to take Beca all the way left field...to a place that was far from her comfort zone. Chloe had to be different.
"Yellow." Beca murmured thoughtfully, wanting to cringe at the bright color, but unable to. It was just so endearingly a part of her girlfriend. Yellow was her favorite color (she still doesn't know why, but she has an inkling that it has something to do with a certain yellow cup used in a certain audition, now tucked away neatly in their cabinet) so it made perfect since that she'd want to see it around Beca's neck.
Beca tucked her finger into the D ring, the cold metal rousing her back to reality, back to the sudden confirmation that all of this...was real.
It would have been daunting. As a matter of fact it would have been plain scary, had she not been one hundred percent in love with Chloe.
This woman was everything to her, and she'd never let anything bad happen to Beca. Ever.
The fact that she was giving Beca one last choice…one last chance to change her mind in case she was uncomfortable, was proof that she couldn't have asked for a better girl to give her trust to.
Chloe was the one.
"Here goes nothing..." Beca breathed out, bringing the collar up to her neck and slipping the band through the buckle gently.
She had read about this.
There was supposedly a shift, a feeling of profound weightlessness that came with putting on the collar. Some sort of contentment at having no responsibilities...at simply being, and belonging to someone else...completely.
Beca trailed her fingers down her neck, a distinct feeling of anticipation settling in her stomach at what would come, what she would be doing once she entered that room, with Chloe.
And then, there was desire. Desire filled her like it always did at the idea of being intimate with Chloe, only different now…much more heightened at the idea of what could happen once she entered that room.
Beca gasped suddenly, feeling hot all over...excitement building inside her out of absolutely nowhere at the thought.
Oh okay. This is...okay.
Beca felt suddenly compelled to enter their bedroom, to see Chloe. And before she realized it, she had managed to get there, to the door...and was opening it slowly.
What she found was beautiful.
Their entire room was dark, save for the numerous amount of candles scattered everywhere. The curtains were drawn and there was no music...only Beca, it seemed, and the soft glow of those candles.
And it smelled delicious.
Thick and sweet, like a dessert. Vanilla and honey specifically. It was unmistakably Chloe. And it was everywhere.
The only problem was, there was no Chloe. Still. So Beca wasn't sure if this was the overwhelming presence of the candles, burning the essence of her (lit expertly by Chloe, which could have come off a bit self-centered, what with her knowing her own exact scent and bathing the room in it and all) or if it was actually her girlfriend, in the flesh.
Beca glanced around, reaching up to finger her collar nervously. She was getting antsy, the urge to call for Chloe rising up within her.
She didn't though.
It was weird. She wanted to yell for Chloe, she wanted to go look for her the way she always did when she wasn't in her immediate vicinity. Yet, she was hesitating. She was resisting...because she wasn't sure if she should.
If she could.
"You don't have to look, I'm right here, baby."
Beca stilled instantly, her finger tightening around the ring of her collar as she made to turn around, only to be halted by Chloe's hand against her lower back. The touch was so gentle…yet so firm with authority, that it literally made her breath catch in her throat.
"Don't turn around just yet. There are some rules we need to go over first."
Beca nodded...slowly. It was overwhelming now, the smell of Chloe...like the inside of a sweet shop, magnified by the candles glowing all around her. Beca shut her eyes briefly, feeling Chloe trail her fingers across her back gently, against her thin shirt.
She could do nothing but listen, and wait. Chloe's presence surrounding her like a blanket, much like it always did...heightened now by the implications of what was coming next.
"So, every time you come into this room...I want you stripped down to your collar, on your knees with your hands behind your back, okay?" Chloe said softly. Beca was caught off guard a little by the combination of Chloe's sweet tone and her blunt demands, expecting a sexier, huskier voice telling her when and how to get naked rather than the same voice Chloe had used to exclaim her excitement about feeding the little bird that landed on their windowsill days ago.
But then again, this was Chloe. This was a different brand of woman all together.
"That's another thing, every time I speak to you, I want you to respond. 'Yes ma'am' and 'no ma'am' okay?"
Beca swallowed heavily, having forgotten to respond as she became lost in thought. She was also fighting the impending embarrassment at having to actually say the words out loud.
And then,
Smack.
Beca gasped, her eyes widening at the sudden sting that shot through her pants to her left ass cheek.
Holy hell.
Where the fuck did Chloe learn to do that? (And more importantly who the fuck had she practiced on?)
Beca - jolted momentarily and forgetting exactly where she was and what she was supposed to be doing - began to turn around and demand answers, but was quickly halted by another smack on her behind, just as harsh as the first.
Only, this one actually stole the breath from her lungs, and she swore she could feel her eyes watering at the feeling.
"Okay, so first I literally just asked you to respond every time I speak to you."
There it was again, a demand that was so distinctly Chloe…genuinely confused and harmless and contrasting with the way she had practically lit Beca's ass on fire mere seconds before.
Beca shut her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath before opening them and glancing back and forth. She hadn't responded, she had made a mistake. "I'm…sorry?" She tried, flexing her hands at her sides and practically forcing herself not to turn around to gauge Chloe's reaction.
This was all so new. She either had to trust herself to know what Chloe wanted, or wait to be punished for not responding in the desired way.
She had to sit back and be taught…by Chloe. It was unnerving considering that she had spent so much time resisting education, rebelling against power itself. Now here she was, bowing to her Domme…becoming Chloe's submissive. It was an interesting turn of events.
(Oh wait, fuck. Pay attention, Beca.)
Right as she had realized that she had lost herself to her inner musings again, she felt Chloe…her breath against the back of her neck, her body mere inches from her own but not actually touching her…and her hands…her hands were hovering above her now, daring her to move…and boy did Beca want to move.
She wanted Chloe to touch her, she wanted…
Smack.
(Jesus Christ.)
Beca actually stumbled forward at this blow. Luckily Chloe caught her. One hand around her waist and another against her ass cheek, which was scalding hot now against Chloe's palm.
She wanted to let out some sort of noise. It hurt, oh my god did it hurt…but it also felt good.
What was happening to her?
"I'm sorry, what?" Chloe husked out, her deep voice right against Beca's ear. Beca closed her eyes, her body practically vibrating with arousal at the sound.
"I-I'm sorry, ma'am…" She breathed out, her voice coming out way shakier than she thought it would be. She couldn't help it, there seemed to be a ridiculous amount of tension flowing freely between the two of them, and holy fuck…
Chloe was practically rolling her very sore ass against her palm and while it felt both ridiculously painful and delicious…Beca felt like she was on the verge of letting out a very embarrassing sound pretty soon.
"Good girl…" Chloe actually purred and Beca wanted to feel humiliated at the way Chloe's voice seemed to bleed with approval. As if Beca was her pet or something. But she actually felt relieved. Beca felt comfort spread throughout her body at the sound of Chloe's satisfaction.
Also, she was practically falling into Chloe's hold at this point, what with the way she seemed to be now fluidly massaging the muscles in her ass.
"As much as I would enjoy tanning your ass, I really want to get through these rules so that we can get to the fun part…so try really hard to follow directions, okay baby?" Chloe whined out sweetly, her voice now back to its original state.
(Tan her ass...good lord.)
Even with the way the words leaked out of Chloe's mouth calmly, if not sweetly...Beca found her previous disobedience weakened by the feeling of Chloe's hand (whose strength she had otherwise clearly underestimated) attached to her ass.
So Beca stuttered out feebly, "Y-Yes ma'am..."
It was a testament to both how well she knew Chloe and how badly her girlfriend wanted this when Beca could just feel her smile behind her.
Her eyes fluttered shut as a soft kiss was pressed to the back of her head and she was released to stand on her own.
Beca was wondering how she was going to manage that, seeing as her knees had practically begun to tremble.
As jarring as it was, Beca couldn't deny the excitement radiating through her. This was really happening and Chloe was really going to be her Domme...and she liked it. She wasn't one hundred percent sure why, but Beca wanted this. Now, even more so than before.
"Good girl. Okay! So collar on and nothing else when we play, and speak when you're spoken to unless otherwise instructed." Chloe listed off happily.
Beca listened carefully, to Chloe's rules and regulations. They seemed pretty standard (although she was still a little wary about the naked thing).
Even though it was still Chloe, Beca was clearly not the sexiest human being to walk the earth, so somehow getting completely naked aside from the little yellow strap around her neck didn't really seem in her sexual wheelhouse.
(But was any of this really in her sexual wheelhouse?)
"You're to also always be on your knees, hands on your thighs and head down when we begin play." Chloe eased out tentatively and Beca almost smiled at the way her girlfriend, even with all of her dominance, seemed to be taking Beca's comfort into consideration.
"Yes ma'am." Beca responded, a little more confidently now.
She felt Chloe pause for a moment, almost…expectantly and she furrowed her eyebrows.
What was she waiting for? Did she make another mistake?
"Now would be a good time to do that, Becs."
Oh.
She wanted her to do that. To get on her knees. Now.
Beca closed her eyes briefly, nervousness reappearing almost immediately at the thought of having to strip down to nothing in front of Chloe. How in the hell was she supposed to manage that?
As much as Beca hated to admit it, Chloe was always the one doing the undressing…so she never had to worry about how much sex appeal she had when slipping out of her underwear.
This was different.
Now she had to do it herself.
(Somewhere in the back of her mind, Beca realized how ridiculous it was that she was internally whining about having to get naked so that her hot girlfriend would have her way with her.)
"Beca..." Chloe warned suddenly, and Beca almost jumped at the sudden anxiousness that crept throughout her skin. Chloe's voice seemed to have whiplash, and changed tones with her current state of approval. Beca was still getting used to that.
"Y-Yes ma'am, yes ma'am..." Beca rushed out, quickly before sighing.
(Okay, Mitchell. Follow directions.)
Recalling what Chloe had listed off, she began to drop to her knees only to feel a gentle hand at her shoulder, squeezing.
"Ah, ah. Wrong. You're supposed to do something first before you drop to your knees."
Damn it. Of course Chloe would want to see her get naked first. She was practically obsessed with watching clothes come off of Beca's body.
It was just that Beca physically didn't own the ability to strip naked in a way that wasn't either rushed or downright clumsy.
"Get naked, ma'am." She answered dutifully, and once again there was the Chloe smile, wide and out of sight but practically buzzing around her with happiness.
"Correct. So get to it."
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes at the pleased almost business-like satisfaction in Chloe's voice (lest Chloe somehow see and add to the soreness in her ass cheek) Beca reached up with slightly trembling hands, and pulled her jacket off, dropping it to the floor, before slipping off her shoes, and socks. Beca sighed, annoyed at her own choice of a button up shirt, before pulling the buttons apart slowly.
There was a matching sigh, this one twice as impatient behind her, and she suddenly felt two hands at her hips, yanking her dress pants down quickly.
"You're taking too long." Chloe replied simply and Beca shivered as she practically stumbled out of her pant legs. Just as she righted herself, Chloe was ripping her shirt (literally ripping, she now knew why Chloe spent so much time on weights) off of her.
"Panties and bra off too, Beca. Make it quick." Chloe snapped out and Beca was suddenly shaking, Chloe's commands causing her to become flustered.
Resisting the urge to cover her exposed body, Beca breathed through her nose heavily.
She was definitely turned on. Her skin was on fire, and she was shivering with anticipation, but she was also still a little terrified. No matter how many times she had undressed herself for Chloe, she still felt a little weird about her stomach and breasts and all around inadequacy compared to the chiseled, firm, vanilla softness that was Chloe.
Chloe trailed her finger slowly up Beca's back, before hooking it beneath the band of her bra.
"I know you're nervous, Becs...but it's just me." Chloe said softly, the sincerity in her voice placating Beca's anxiousness (as it always did) long enough for her to flick her finger beneath the hook expertly and pop the bra loose around Beca's chest.
Beca swallowed, goose bumps rising against her flesh as Chloe's hands trailed up and over her shoulders softly, gently pushing the bra straps down her arms and past her elbows.
Beca was most definitely overwhelmed, the push and pull of Chloe's moods from gentle and cute to firm and demanding causing her heart to race and her body to feel almost deliciously uneven. Beca was hot all over and trying desperately to resist turning around just to get a good look at her, at her Domme. At Chloe.
She had never gone this long without seeing her, without touching her…it was a little maddening and definitely added to her inability to predict what would happen next.
Beca gasped as she felt Chloe (specifically Chloe's breasts) against her back, her fingers pulling the bra completely from her body as her lips melded against her bare shoulders, mouthing sweet kisses against the flesh as she dropped the material to the ground.
"I'm going to take care of you, okay?" Chloe now husked out, trailing her hands up Beca's bare stomach, against her ribs. Beca glanced down at Chloe's fingers, holding her breath at the way they seemed to expertly move towards her breasts.
"Don't you know that?" Chloe purred and Beca swallowed heavily, biting down on her lip and waiting on bating breath as Chloe teased the skin underneath the curve of her breast.
Then there were lips again, against her back and hands cupping Beca's breasts gently and Beca let out a small shaky breath.
"I love you, baby. And I just wanna make you feel good…understand?" Chloe breathed out sweetly, squeezing Beca's breasts expertly.
Of course, the feeling of Chloe's hands against her chest left Beca a little unfocused and speechless, and she forgot to answer Chloe.
Again.
Then there were two harsh smacks, one after the other, against each of her breasts and Beca let out what initially began as a high pitched gasp but quickly turned into her whining out, "Y-Yes ma'am…"
Chloe hummed against her back, nipping at the skin momentarily before reaching for her panties and pulling them down her legs.
Beca was breathing so heavily, she doesn't even remember stepping out of the underwear, only trying to compose the ridiculous amount of arousal that was coursing through her bloodstream.
Chloe was an expert at all of this…and Beca was just a little puppet being led, led by her master…and she kind of loved every minute of it.
"To your knees, Beca." Chloe commanded, and Beca nodded quickly, unsure where all of her shame of being completely naked had gone. (It may have been overshadowed by how embarrassingly horny she was becoming.)
Beca slowly sank to her knees, and placed her hands on her thighs, just like Chloe had asked her to. She licked her lips, still wanting to desperately look up and get a good look at Chloe, who was most definitely stalking her way around to her front. However, she opted for obeying Chloe and sank her eyes to the floor, breathing through her nose heavily as Chloe stood over her, watching her carefully, probably.
"Oh god…you look so perfect." She gushed and Beca smiled to herself, confident that Chloe was beaming down at her.
Once again, there was that feeling of satisfaction at Chloe's approval. Honestly, Beca was growing accustomed to the feeling.
"You can look at me now, Beca."
Feeling an indescribable amount of excitement boiling within her, Beca slowly lifted her head, eyeing Chloe's complete body, from her red painted toenails to her long smooth legs all the way up to her creamy thighs and hips, outlined by baby blue lace...
Jesus.
There Chloe was, standing in a piece of lingerie that looked like a lacy swimsuit, with a neckline that was practically nonexistent, plunging all the way down to her cute little belly button and barely covering her plump breasts.
It matched her bright blue eyes, the scrap of lace she was donning, and it brought out the deep red, almost mahogany tones of her hair.
It was definitely not what Beca had been expecting her Domme to be wearing.
It was still so utterly Chloe; undeniably sexy...but so incredibly innocent that it was almost too good to be true.
Beca wanted to laugh.
How could she ever expect Chloe to do anything by the book? This was Chloe she was talking about.
She would never be caught dead in daunting black leather, or putting a plain old collar around Beca's neck. No.
That would have been too normal. Too easy.
Chloe was still Chloe, BDSM loving Domme or not.
And honestly? Beca was so thankful for that. As committed as she was, she was happy to look up into bright blue eyes and see Chloe smiling down at her, just as happy and relieved as she was.
Those were the eyes that would truly make Beca do anything. Absolutely anything.
"Do you like it?" Chloe asked excitedly and Beca realized that she was gesturing down to her little lace number.
Beca watched Chloe twirl around in a circle, glancing back at her backside thoughtfully, revealing the way the piece of fabric left her back completely exposed and barely covered her plump little ass.
(Oh God.)
Beca licked her lips, unsure how to properly voice just how much she loved what Chloe was wearing.
"I know it isn't the standard Domme-wear but I just saw this in the store and thought it was so pretty...and I know how much you love blue." She said softly, her mouth twisted in a bright smile. It was as if her girlfriend wasn't stark naked beneath her.
"I like it...ma'am." Beca commented unsurely. There was still a bit of confusion pulsing through her at just how to address her.
Although her first instinct was to call her by her name, it just didn't feel right to Beca. But neither did any of those other titles that Beca had researched.
So she'd do as Chloe as asked and stick with 'ma'am' for now.
"Oh, good." Chloe said relieved, and Beca realized that she had actually been concerned about what she thought about her outfit.
How is it that she could still be so adorable while diving headfirst into their wild sexual proclivities?
Chloe reached forward and sank her fingers into Beca's flowing hair, brushing it back off of her face and tilting her head up to look at her.
Licking her lips, Chloe raised an eyebrow and practically devoured Beca with her darkening blue eyes, lust clouding through them.
"I've wanted this for so long, Beca...so long." Chloe said softly, earnestly. Beca only stared back at her, resisting the urge to close her eyes at the way Chloe's fingers moved against her scalp fluidly.
"And I have so many plans for us, tonight..." Chloe husked out, biting down on her bottom lip.
Leaning forward, Chloe pressed a soft kiss to the top of Beca's head before whispering, "What's your safe word?"
Beca closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
She couldn't help but feel that things were definitely about to shift, even more so than they had once she had entered that room.
"Red." She said softly, and Chloe had to have been holding her own breath, judging by the way she exhaled shakily.
Beca felt her hands drift away from her head, and allowed her eyelids to flutter open as Chloe stepped away from her.
"On your feet, Beca." She demanded gently, and Beca scrambled to rise.
Chloe turned to a box, situated between some of the candles still burning sweetly around them.
"Hold your wrists out for me." Chloe asked, and Beca furrowed her eyebrows, but complied, wondering what Chloe was about to do to her.
"Tonight I'm gonna restrain you...but since we're taking things slow, I figured you wouldn't want to use any hard bondage."
Beca sighed in relief, not really sure if she was ready to be roped up to their bedposts just yet.
Chloe giggled. "So I went out and got you a pair of padded cuffs."
Now immediately Beca's eyes widened, because her first thought at the sound of cuffs were ugly little metal restraints that bruised your wrists.
Chloe, ever the telepath, reached up and caressed Beca's cheek sweetly.
"No, no, not handcuffs my love." Chloe held up a pair of yellow leather wrists cuffs that buckled with little hooks dangling from the outside of each one.
Beca sighed once again in relief and Chloe shook her head, before fastening the cute little cuffs around Beca's wrists quickly.
Beca noted the bright yellow that matched the strap of leather around her neck and resisted the urge to laugh at Chloe's coordination.
Of course they had to match her collar.
As a matter of fact, she probably bought them at a deal. Cuffs and a collar for a two-for-one special. You know, wherever she had gone to buy these things.
(That was a sight in itself. Chloe flouncing around a sex store asking sweetly, "excuse me, are there cuffs that match this collar?")
Beca chuckled at the thought and Chloe raised an eyebrow at her.
"Something funny?" She commented and Beca shrugged at her. Chloe tilted her head, a smirk playing at her lips, and Beca cleared her throat and quickly responded, "Nothing, nothing Chl-ma'am..."
Chloe clicked her teeth. "I'll let it slide. Only because you look so cute." Chloe remarked, reaching up to pinch Beca's cheeks.
Beca rolled her eyes instinctively and Chloe yanked her forward by her wrists.
"Now I just said that I'm trying to be patient with you because it's our first night together, Beca. But if you roll your eyes at me again, I'm gonna take you over my lap and make that ass of yours a nice pretty shade of red, understand?" Chloe husked out, and Beca's eyes widened at the stern look of warning blaring out of her eyes.
Good lord. As much as Beca was in love with her lighthearted, sensitive girlfriend...there was something incredibly sexy about stern Chloe. The way she stared at Beca, holding her close and daring her to challenge her.
"Y-Yes ma'am." Beca answered softly, her eyes big and intimidated and Chloe smiled gently at her.
"Good girl. Now, climb up on the bed for me, lie flat on your back, and raise your arms above your head."
She released Beca's wrists and Beca let out a breath of relief, Chloe's close proximity serving like a drug of some sort, clouding her brain and leaving her a tad bit foggy at times.
Beca climbed up on the mattress and flipped onto her back, resting her head on the pillow and stretching her arms above her head.
Chloe leaned against their dresser for a moment, drinking in Beca's naked body hungrily.
It should have been a little scary, the way Chloe was clearly standing there pre-meditating her attack on Beca's unsuspecting body...yet Beca only felt overcome with excitement. She was dying to know what Chloe was going to do with her. Now that she had a taste of what punishment was like, or could be like, she needed to know what her reward could be.
She wanted to know what Chloe truly was capable of.
"You look so beautiful. Like a goddess." Chloe commented excitedly and Beca blushed, ducking her head down.
"Ah ah," Chloe snapped her fingers sharply and Beca immediately found her heated gaze again. "Good girl, eyes on me."
Beca swallowed, rubbing her thighs together as Chloe approached the bed slowly, something in her hand that Beca couldn't quite make out.
It wasn't exactly the most important thing on her mind at the moment, considering Chloe's nipples had turned perky and hard through the thin lace and were practically begging Beca to break the rules and touch them.
"You have no idea how hard it is for me to control myself right now Beca. You look so good...I just wanna...eat you up." Chloe remarked deeply and Beca had to physically clench her thighs together at that point, afraid of embarrassing herself at Chloe's words.
Chloe smiled pleasantly at her. "Eventually I will...but tonight I have some other plans that I'd hate to see go to waste, you know?"
Beca, thoroughly disappointed that she wouldn't be getting eaten anytime soon could only swallow down her disappointment and say, "Yes ma'am."
Chloe kneeled onto the bed, reaching up to fasten the cuffs to the hooks attached to bedposts, giving Beca enough time to notice what was in her hand.
It was a blindfold.
Chloe glanced down, catching Beca's gaze, now locked on the silk material. Her smile widened. "I see you've caught onto what's about to happen next."
Beca raised an eyebrow and Chloe bit down on her bottom lip. "Tonight is all about tuning your body to me, Beca."
Beca stared at her in confusion. She was absolutely sure that no one could ever have as much control of her body as Chloe did. Even before she had put on a collar and kneeled for her, Chloe owned everything about her.
"I know you're wondering what that has to do with you being able to see me..." Chloe said, and Beca only stared up at her.
"I want you and your body to learn me. My touch, my voice, everything." Chloe leaned forward, and while Beca was concentrating on way her breasts swelled deliciously in front of her eyes, Chloe placed the blindfold against her, lifting her head and placing the strap against her skull gently.
"I want total control over how you respond to me Beca...and to do that I have to take away some of your senses, while teasing others." She purred and Beca swallowed, her body shivering at darkness surrounding her.
There was a fear accompanying her body again...much like before, when Chloe was out of her line of sight.
Maybe she was codependent. Maybe Beca had become reliant on things like being able to see every move Chloe made, watching her expressions in order to tell what she was about to say next, or do.
Maybe she was just nervous.
"Don't be afraid, baby. Relax." Chloe commanded softly, and Beca tilted her head upward, searching for the position of Chloe's voice.
She flexed her fingers, the cuffs cradling her wrists comfortably and took a deep breath relaxing into the pillows and relishing in the silence surrounding her.
It was then, after a mere thirty seconds in the darkness, while Chloe was presumably just watching her, without a word, that Beca began to feel her body shift into a state of steady anticipation.
The smell of the candles floated up into her nostrils almost directly, and her body was practically burning with want.
Although Chloe wasn't doing anything, just staring (so she assumed) she felt as if she was growing more and more aroused by the second.
Beca moved her thighs together, the lower regions of her body practically pulsing with desire.
She was helpless.
There were no hands, not even a sign of Chloe being anywhere near her. As a matter of fact, Beca began to think that Chloe had left the room…and as she had no sight, her ears were laser-focused on any little sound that may have indicated where her Domme could be.
There were also the regulations that Chloe had set in place, the one's that kept her from speaking. Not that she could have said anything with the way her mouth had gone suddenly dry as she waited.
It was once she had completely relaxed, the moment she had let her eyes drift closed underneath the blindfold, her breaths coming out slow and easy, that she felt the slightest little tickle against her foot.
On instinct, she jerked, and a sharp sting against the sole of her foot followed.
"Don't move, Beca. Just feel."
Beca swallowed, on high alert now at the jarring combination of the slap against her foot and the soft sound of Chloe's voice.
As easily as before, suddenly there was nothing again…no speaking, no touch, only the sounds of her own breathing (which had seemed to move into surround sound) and the thud of her heart beating heavily.
A few minutes went by, before Beca felt it again, a very soft tickle against the top of her toe now, and she concentrated on staying still noticing that the sensation began to drag down across the top of her foot, so gentle it made Beca want to squirm.
She held her breath as the touch traveled up her leg, down towards the inside of her thigh.
As it neared the heat radiating from her center, Beca felt her breath hitch and her ears zeroed in on the sound of Chloe chuckling huskily.
"Feel, Beca." She reiterated and Beca was wondering why Chloe kept repeating the phrase when she gasped, the gentle touch now drifting across the lips of her sex.
The sensation was ridiculous against her and Beca wondered what the fuck was Chloe holding that could have a touch so subtle and controlled, yet administer such a feeling to her body.
The object was moving back and forth, back and forth, against her and Beca wanted to arch her body so badly, biting down on her lip as some sort of a reminder to do as Chloe had said to do.
How in the hell was she supposed to do that though? How was she supposed to not respond to something Chloe had instructed her to feel?
"Do you like the way this feels Beca?" Chloe asked gently and Beca let out a deep breath.
"Yes ma'am…" She breathed out and Chloe continued to drag the unknown object against her, before moving it in a barely there, circular motion, against her clit.
Beca arched then, and Chloe halted the motion immediately.
"I told you not to move, Beca. Don't make me tell you again." Chloe warned, and this time Beca seemed to become stiller than she ever had before.
Maybe the blindfold was working, because Beca's body responded almost instantly to the way Chloe's voice had switched.
"Yes ma'am." She answered.
Instead of giving Beca a moment to let her guard down, Chloe immediately resumed this time. Playing with her clit gently, the soft touch teased the little bud in the most frustrating way.
The touch was stimulating, but left Beca itching for something more and she had no control over that. She could only lie still and revel in the sensations.
Usually, while Chloe would be – ahem – down there, she'd play with Beca in a way that would be just enough pressure to build her up to a place within reach. So it wouldn't take very long. Chloe could tease the orgasm right out of her.
But this? This was well out of her reach. The touch felt amazing, but it clearly only served the purpose of turning her on and was not intended to actually get her anywhere.
Beca wanted to scream.
She felt like her body was being toyed with and she could feel Chloe basking in the way she seemed to respond.
She didn't understand the point of this. Chloe had said that tonight was about her body learning Chloe so that it would respond better, but she was fairly confident her body was already familiar with all of Chloe's touch and what she could do to make Beca feel good.
This…object didn't really make sense. But it did feel good.
"I know you don't like being teased Beca." Chloe commented simply, and Beca shivered at the sudden appearance of her voice.
"I know that this is turning you on, but it isn't actually helping you achieve anything."
Beca wanted to scoff. If she knew all of this, why in the hell was she doing it? (Of course she couldn't say that, it would probably get her a nice spanking.) Beca also began to notice how the object felt a little more insistent against her sex, possibly growing more intense with Chloe's words. Though she wasn't quite sure how…considering the touch was still so very gentle.
"I'm not concerned about it, though. Because you'll come when I'm ready for you to come." Chloe said softly and Beca almost whimpered at the confident way with which Chloe had stated it.
She briefly began to wonder how Chloe's words would be possible, when suddenly she had an epiphany.
That's what Chloe meant.
Tuning her body to her…she meant preparing Beca's body to feel things when Chloe wanted her to, placing a type of hold over Beca that allowed her to simply command certain things from her…like orgasms.
"Everything about you belongs to me." Chloe said deeply and the object left her sex, trailing up her stomach now and Beca breathed out a sigh of relief, before swallowing.
"Your body, your emotions, and most importantly your orgasms belong to me." Chloe confirmed and with the way Chloe's confidence seemed to radiate around them, Beca knew that she believed every word that came out of Chloe's mouth.
The object was at her breasts now, drifting over her nipples and teasing them into becoming erect and tight…daring Beca to arch her pretty little breasts upwards towards the torturous touch.
"I will tell you what to feel and when to feel it, and you know what?"
Beca realized that Chloe was closer to her, definitely up against her ear now and she held her breath…waiting.
"When I tell you to…you will give every last bit of yourself to me."
The words were accompanied by the disappearance of the object. Which was replaced quickly by a feeling of something liquidly and hot burning onto her chest.
Beca gasped, barely resisting the urge to arch her back as her heart rate quickened, pounding in her ears at the sting of whatever it had been burning against her.
Beca then noticed suddenly how the sting began to cool down, and seconds later the burn drifted away.
As if Chloe could see the feeling disappearing, she then dribbled more onto Beca's skin; right across her nipples and that time Beca did arch, right into more hot liquid against her breasts.
The feeling continued, Chloe responding by dragging the hot liquid down her stomach now, and Beca briefly noticed how she seemed to be gasping for air, gulping down big breaths at the shock of the burning.
Then there was no more, and Beca heard something slam against the bedside table…causing her to jump before she felt Chloe's hands, like skillets, against her thighs.
Chloe yanked them apart and scraped her nails up the insides of the flesh harshly, causing Beca to finally choke out a moan.
"I told you no more moving. I meant it. Now count."
Beca furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
Smack.
Oh.
"I said," And Beca felt another hard smack against her thigh, "count, Beca."
Beca's eyes actually did water at the feeling and she swallowed heavily before gasping out, "One."
Another smack came, just as hard. "T-Two…"
And then another, and another, and before Beca knew it they had reached ten and she was very, very, close to possibly letting a few tears fall. (Though she'll never admit it.)
She also felt a little disappointed that Chloe had to stop what she had been doing to punish her.
(Damn it, Mitchell get your shit together.)
Suddenly she felt Chloe's smooth hands rubbing against the skin of her thighs, and she actually whimpered this time, like a chastised puppy.
Chloe then reached up and cupped Beca's cheek, "I hate punishing you, baby. Please behave for me, so that I don't have to anymore…okay?"
Beca nodded, "Yes ma'am…I'm sorry." she responded thickly, and she could feel Chloe's thumb caressing her cheek softly…reassuring her.
Beca realized in that moment that Chloe had been right. Her emotions belonged to her, and she could do with them what she pleased. Mere moment ago, she had been aroused sexually…and now she had gone from being disappointed in herself to being comforted by her sweet girlfriend.
(Later, when Beca wasn't tied up and collared, she would probably be in a state of utter disbelief.)
"My Beca…I love you." Chloe said softly, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips.
It was as if all of Beca's distress disappeared instantly and Chloe let her hand drift away from Beca's face.
Feeling immediately empty from the lack of touch Beca sighed, before she felt Chloe's fingertips, against her chest…moving against where the hot liquid had been on her.
"Did you like the way this felt, Beca?" Chloe asked softly, and Beca bit her lip before answering.
"Yes ma'am." She said, and in the back of her mind she wanted to die at how small she sounded. Like a child.
Chloe only smiled though, it was the response she wanted.
"Good."
Beca gasped out as the feeling returned, the hot liquid drizzling between her breasts onto her torso again. This time she didn't move, though. She just tried not to think about how wet she had become at the burning feeling.
(She didn't know how she was going to make it through to the end of this night.)
Chloe was exceeding her expectations. She was tuning Beca's body like a fine instrument and to be honest, what else could Beca really have expected? Her girlfriend had an entire library on BDSM…it was only natural that she delivered.
Beca felt the sting cool down and she let out a shaky breath.
Then both the feeling of whatever had been dragging down her body and Chloe disappeared and Beca was left with her chest heaving and her arms hanging limp from the bedposts.
Chloe must have foreseen her reactions, because had she not been physically restrained she probably would have been severely punished by now for moving.
At this point, Beca felt like Chloe was controlling everything about this entire moment. The scents washing over her nostrils, the feelings that had left chills up her spine and heat all over her skin. The anticipation she could feel pulsating through her bloodstream, even the rhythm of her heartbeat. It was as if it all answered to Chloe.
Beca could feel Chloe, all around her, without her touch. And it was overwhelming. As if her entire aura was consuming her.
And maybe that had been the plan; maybe that's what Chloe wanted. She wanted Beca to be able to see her without her eyes and feel her without her hands. She wanted Beca to know her without the ability to control the situation, without the ability to teach herself.
Because of all of this, Beca now felt the lack of Chloe's presence…felt her drift to the other side of the room and she resisted the urge to turn her head in the direction she knew Chloe was standing in.
Despite the fact that Beca remained still, Chloe knew that she wanted to move. How, Beca would never know, but nevertheless, giddy Chloe reappeared.
"That's it Beca…" She said excitedly, and Beca could literally feel the effect of her smile. It caused her body to fill with a sort of warmth that she had never actually felt before. (For the moment she chalked it up to her being extremely horny, and not some other intense romantic thing.)
"You can feel me, can't you?" Chloe said knowingly, and normally Beca would have scoffed at how utterly ridiculous it sounded.
But in actuality, she could feel Chloe. She could feel her own arousal and how it seemed to be heightening by the second even though Chloe was nowhere near her body at the moment. She could also somehow feel Chloe's arousal. Beca could practically smell how badly Chloe wanted to touch her.
It was quite incredible. (And possibly the most insane thing she had ever experienced aside from being in an all-female collegiate acapella group.)
"Yes ma'am…" Beca said, and she felt herself clench instinctively. Unsure of why she seemed to only be getting more and more stimulated, Beca licked her lips.
"Fuck, I love when you do that…" Chloe practically growled, and Beca was only momentarily startled by the sound of the curse coming out of Chloe's mouth. That shock immediately turned into desperation as she realized how fucking sexy Chloe sounded when she cursed.
Normally the sound of the F-word coming out of Chloe's mouth meant that shit was about to get very real. Apparently that was still the case because no sooner than the words left her mouth, Beca instantly felt the shift in the room, and before she could gather her thoughts Chloe was gripping her face and crashing their lips together.
Beca dug her fingers in her palms, frustrated that she was unable to grab onto Chloe in any way, and groaned as Chloe shifted her hands into Beca's hair, biting down on Beca's lip hard and forcing her mouth open with a gasp.
Instantly, Chloe thrust her tongue inside of Beca's mouth and began to devour her. Flicking it against her tongue quickly and stealing unrestrained moans from the back of Beca's throat, Chloe tangled her fingers into the strands of Beca's hair and tugged.
Somewhere deep, deep, down inside…Beca was thoroughly embarrassed at the way her body was responding to Chloe's ministrations.
But at that particular moment, she was very much content with allowing Chloe to subject her mouth to utter debauchery.
Anything to keep that girl's tongue doing whatever filthy thing it was doing against her own.
(They were seriously going to have to have a talk about where she learned some of this stuff.)
Chloe sucked on Beca's tongue quickly before releasing her mouth with a gasp, sucking in some air.
"God you have no idea how much I want to fuck you into this mattress, baby." Chloe husked out and Beca didn't need the blindfold taken off to know that Chloe's eyes were probably dark with hunger.
She just wanted Chloe to stay close; she wanted her to suffocate her with her presence.
"Is that what you want me to do?" Chloe asked, cupping Beca's cheeks and pressing soft kisses to her lips, to her face.
"God yes ma'am…" Beca moaned out just as Chloe sank her teeth into her neck harshly, before flicking her tongue rapidly over the area smoothing the punctured skin.
"I wish I could Beca, God I wish I could…but I need to finish this. I need to properly train your body." Chloe said softly and Beca shook her head rapidly, feeling suddenly like she'd die if Chloe didn't give her some sort of relief.
Before she could open her mouth, Chloe covered it with her own quickly, attempting to reassure her before releasing Beca and stepping away from her body.
Beca felt like crying at the loss…confident that at some point she was going to explode. Her body was literally on fire. At this point she was positive that she could melt ic-
"Oh my god!"
Beca cried out, and she thinks that it is by some miracle that she manages to stay still because Chloe is dragging something, presumably ice, from her neck…all the way down to her stomach.
With her mouth.
She knows this because she can feel the barest hint of Chloe's lips around the little cube.
Beca heaved, unable to process how amazing the feeling of the ice dragging against her heated flesh felt. Chloe continued to move it around her stomach, in circles…until it melted away to just her lips.
Beca could only wait, reveling in the feeling of Chloe's lips against her stomach, mouthing at her now wet flesh.
She could not believe this.
How did she manage to end up with this girl?
That thought was interrupted by more cold assaulting her skin and Beca whimpered at the feeling, this time over her still perky nipples.
She was dying at the sensation. It was almost unbearable how cold the ice seemed to be against her scalding breasts. A deliciously confusing turn-on. Beca bit down on her bottom lip, trying to contain herself.
She could feel herself practically gushing with want and she didn't know how much longer she could last this sort of thing, when suddenly the ice disappeared from her breasts and she felt nothing but Chloe hovering over her, breathing against her skin.
Her warm breath traveled over her nipples and down her stomach to her center where she teased her entrance, only a lick away from giving Beca what she desired.
"Spread your legs." Chloe stated firmly and Beca almost laughed in happiness. Finally.
She opened her legs up for Chloe, at this point unabashedly showing off her sopping wet center and Chloe let out a desperate sound. A cross between a whimper and groan.
"Look at you, Becs. God. You're drenched…"
Beca felt on the verge of loosing it, especially with the combined feelings of the ice's effect against her skin and the closeness of Chloe's body between her legs.
"I bet I could slide my fingers in with no problem, couldn't I?"
Beca moaned, "Yes ma'am…"
"Mmm, I want to baby. I wanna fill you up so good, make you scream." Chloe said, just hovering over her, staring at her sex heatedly, completely absorbing the sight of Beca's juices dripping down her thighs, shining in the glow of the room.
Beca was positive that there would soon be slits in her palms from how her hard she was digging her nails into them, trying to keep from turning into a complete and utter pile of mush.
She couldn't see Chloe, couldn't look into her blue eyes and lose herself; no…she could only feel Chloe. Leaning between her spread legs, practically fucking Beca with her words but refusing to touch her despite the knowledge that she was practically overflowing with arousal.
It was the most turned on Beca had ever been in her life.
And Chloe knew it.
"It wouldn't take long to make you come all over my fingers, soak the sheets. You always do. You always give me what's mine, don't you?"
Oh god. "Y-Yes ma'am…" Beca panted.
"Say it."
"I-I…I always give you what's…what's yours…" Beca moaned out.
"Why?" Chloe taunted and Beca moaned, biting down on her bottom lip in a failed attempt contain it. Chloe reached up and grabbed Beca's chin in between her fingers tightly.
"No, tell me." She demanded and Beca felt something in her stomach tighten.
"B-Because…" She trailed off, unsure of what Chloe might have wanted her to say.
"Because of what, Beca? Why do you always give me what's mine? Why do you bend over for me when I tell you to? Why do you spread those legs for me? Why do you let me fuck you? Put my mouth on you? Why?" Chloe shot out, assaulting Beca with questions. And the combination of the heated words, flowing from the mouth of her usually-sweet-and-demure-girlfriend-turned-passionate-Domme along with her climbing arousal was enough to push Beca past her embarrassment right into what she knew Chloe wanted to hear.
"B-Because…Because I belong to you…" Beca choked out and she could feel Chloe's mouth, hovering over her own and smiling in smug satisfaction.
"That's right." She husked out, her breath tickling Beca's lips and sending a shiver down her body. "Because you belong to me. You're mine." Chloe confirmed and Beca felt her presence drift away, no longer hovering over her body.
Beca whimpered at the loss and Chloe smiled, gazing down at the way Beca looked against the bed. Cuffed, blindfolded, soaking wet and trying with all of her might to obey Chloe by remaining still. Even as she practically shook with absolute and utter desperation.
She was ready.
"Give me what I want, Beca."
(What?)
"M-Ma'am..?" Beca said in confusion.
"Give me what I want." Chloe said again, simply. Beca lay panting, unclear of what Chloe was asking of her, unsure of how she was supposed to give Chloe anything what with the way her body seemed to be seconds away from imploding. Not to mention she was still restrained and unable to move, per Chloe's earlier regulations.
"I-I…don't know what-"
"Beca," Chloe interrupted firmly and Beca sucked in a breath at the tone of her voice, a familiar coil tightening in her stomach and threatening to snap. She felt unsure of what was happening to her, and unsure of what Chloe was asking and yet a delicious feeling of excitement seemed to be rushing through her bloodstream. It was almost as if she was completely out of control of her own bodily reactions.
As if Chloe had pre-designed all of her body's responses to her voice, and her presence. Beca was only along for the ride and that left her breathless with anticipation and complete disbelief. It seemed she wasn't too far from the goal Chloe had initially set for the evening. And with that thought along with the ridiculous speed that her heart began to race, Beca breathed out, "Y-Yes ma'am?"
"Come for me."
And miraculously, she did.
Somehow, her release crashed into her like a freight train, leaving her immobile and drowning in the sounds of what were probably her own cries of pleasure. She wasn't really sure, considering the room seemed to close off around her, leaving any sound muffled in her ears.
She felt her sex pulsing as she gasped out desperately, attempting to catch her breath as she moved through her orgasm, her body practically vibrating with pleasure.
It was an orgasm that Chloe had achieved with her before, but
one that she had achieved by actually touching her.
(When she caught her breath and wasn't completely out of it, her mind would for sure be blown by this entire night.)
Beca felt Chloe near her, and suddenly there wasn't a blindfold on her and she was opening her eyes and adjusting to the dim lighting of the room and…a sea of concerned blue eyes gazing down at her.
Chloe.
Beca blinked rapidly, heaving out large puffs of air as she attempted to catch her breath and refocus her eyesight.
"Beca? Are you okay?" Chloe said worriedly, reaching for Beca's face and gazing at her, examining her for any signs of discomfort or unhappiness.
Suddenly, Chloe glanced up and gasped, realizing that she hadn't released Beca from her cuffs.
"Oh shoot, hold on Becs…" She reached up and carefully clicked the cuffs loose, allowing Beca's arms to fall down limply. Beca groaned, only a little sore in her forearms and Chloe furrowed her eyebrows, grabbing onto Beca's arms gently and surveying them.
"Beca do your arms feel okay? Did I hurt you at all?" Chloe said nervously, unbuckling the cuffs from Beca's wrists and tossing them to the side, while still looking over Beca's face, for any sign of trouble.
Beca was more concerned with speaking, considering how dry her throat had become. She also wasn't sure what was really going on with herself emotionally, only having just come down from one hell of an orgasm.
"Beca-" Chloe started and Beca finally reached up and pulled Chloe down by her neck into a soft kiss, moving her lips lazily over hers. Chloe placed her hands on either side of Beca's head and leaned into her, pressing their breasts together. As Chloe moaned, moving their tongue against one another languidly, Beca placed her other arm against Chloe's stomach, rubbing her hand against the lace of her lingerie, scratching her nails against her abs, and causing Chloe to hiss.
"Mmm…" Beca hummed, pulling away gently and resting her forehead against Chloe's.
Chloe opened her eyes, all of her worries disappearing with one look into Beca's own dilated pupils. She reach up to caress Beca's flushed cheek softly, smiling down at the way Beca practically nuzzled into her touch.
"I'm guessing by that reaction that you're okay with everything that happened tonight?" Chloe murmured with a smile and Beca opened her eyes and scoffed.
"Dude…are you serious? I'm running like a faucet down there…how in the hell did you get me like this without even touching me?" Beca said in disbelief and Chloe giggled shaking her head at the return of her outspoken DJ.
"I…I just…we're connected, Beca. You're body is totally responsive to me, which is what I hoped for." Chloe said nonchalantly and Beca shook her head, before pausing.
"Wait – are you telling me you didn't know if this was going to work?" Beca asked and Chloe bit down on her bottom lip, hiding a nervous smile.
"Well…I read about it a while ago…how doing this could help ease an untrained submissive into things. But…I was a little nervous considering your track record with following orders." Chloe said and Beca just stared at her.
"But it worked!" Chloe reasoned happily, "And now everything should feel a little more natural for you." Chloe reasoned and Beca chuckled, before shrugging.
"I guess you're right. Right there at the end, I didn't even know I was close to coming until you said to come and it just…happened. I couldn't believe it. I still can'tbelieve it…" Beca murmured, her eyebrows furrowing in thought as she gazed down.
Chloe chuckled lifting her chin with her fingertip, "Hey," she said softly, and Beca turned her gaze upwards, their eyes connecting.
"Thank you." Chloe said genuinely, and Beca found herself breathless at the way she was smiling at her.
It was a smile Beca hadn't ever seen before, which was odd considering she kept track of all of Chloe's different smiles and what they meant.
This one seemed to bleed with pure joy. Chloe was looking at Beca as if she had given her the key to complete happiness and for a moment, Beca felt awful about having gone this long without discovering how much Chloe wanted this with her.
Beca swallowed and reached up to brush a strand of hair out of her face, "Why are you thanking me?"
Chloe continued to smile down at her, her teeth seeming to sparkle. "Because you're perfect."
She said it with such ease; Beca didn't even realize how fast her heart was beating until she could hear the pulse in her eardrums.
(How do people survive love? Honestly?)
"Chlo-"
"Ah, ah…just shut up and take the compliment. Please." Chloe commanded and Beca pursed her lips, before chuckling and lifting her arms up in surrender.
"Alright, alright…" She groaned, remembering how sore her arms had become.
"Man…I should have worked out or something for this submissive stuff…" Beca grumbled and Chloe laughed, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.
"It can be a bit strenuous sometimes…" Chloe commented before standing up and beginning to blow out all of the burning candles.
"A bit?" Beca exclaimed incredulously, moving to sit up against the headboard, wincing as she pressed her palms into the mattress as leverage.
"Oh stop being so dramatic, Becs. You weren't even thinking about your arms until you stopped moaning…" Chloe waved her off and Beca blushed, rolling her eyes as she watched her girlfriend move about the room, back to her doting self. It was a very quick transformation.
"That's because I had some interesting things going on with my womanhood, dude! I couldn't feel too much of anything else…" Beca trailed off and Chloe grinned to herself in pride obviously, despite her back being turned to Beca.
Beca knew her girlfriend. She could be a cocky little redhead when she wanted to be.
Beca took a moment to scan her eyes down Chloe's backside, fixated on her exposed back muscles and the little music note tattoo right above her ass, which was barely covered by the pretty blue lace. She then let her eyes wander over to the way her ass cheeks seemed to be hugging the underwear portion between them and tilted her head, having a sudden epiphany.
"Chlo?"
Chloe never turned around, opting to finish her little cleaning session, only humming in response to Beca.
Beca swallowed. "You didn't um…I didn't…I didn't get to do anything with you." She commented and Chloe shrugged.
"It wasn't in the plan for tonight, baby…plus we've both got to be up early for work tomorrow."
Beca raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? You just got to dominate your girlfriend after fantasizing about it for practically your whole life, and you're worried about work schedules?"
Chloe continued to tidy up the room, heading over to the light switch and flipping it on, "Yes. As much as I love rolling around in bed with you, we do need to keep our jobs…"
(One of them needed to keep their job. Chloe could take over any major company by simply smiling.)
"Oh bullshit!" Beca accused with an incredulous grin. Chloe turned to her with a laugh, crossing her arms.
Beca pointed at her. "You just gave me the most explosive orgasm without even touching me, so I know you've ruined that little scrap of lace between your legs, Chlo!"
Chloe blushed, and Beca noticed the way she moved her thighs ever so slightly against each other.
Beca gasped, "Aha! See, you are turned on. You want me."
Chloe rolled her eyes. "Of course I want you Beca, but it's fine. I'll come home early tomorrow and you can pleasure me all you want then-"
Beca's expression turned into a look of horror. "No, no, no! I am not going to let you go to bed horny. You're going to take that lingerie off, bring your ass over here and sit on my face." Beca said easily, and then her eyes went wide with embarrassment at what had actually come out of her mouth.
(Real classy, Mitchell.)
Chloe grinned, clearly working hard to hold back her laughter and only gazed at Beca challengingly.
"I-I mean," Beca cleared her throat, "Can you get naked and let me pleasure you with my mouth…please?" She eased out, her gaze bright and lifted in hope and Chloe bit down on her bottom lip, before reaching up and pulling the halter-top like outfit from around her neck and down, revealing her breasts with so much unabashed confidence that Beca felt the air leave her lungs.
Chloe walked over to the bed, where Beca sat frozen, following her half naked girlfriend with only her eyes as she slipped the lace down her hips and kicked it to side before lifting herself onto the bed and over Beca's naked body, her center resting on Beca's stomach.
She sat up; looking like a blue-eyed goddess and Beca rested her hands on her hips, unable to tear her eyes away from the miles of creamy skin at her disposal.
"Jesus you're attractive…" Beca joked and Chloe smiled, leaning forward a little and pressing their lips together softly, melting into a kiss and moving her hips against Beca's stomach, moaning at the feeling of friction against her.
She pulled away with darkened eyes, "God, I don't think I've ever been more turned on my life…" She husked out and Beca snorted.
"Told you so." She muttered, before tucking her hands down beneath Chloe's ass cheeks and lifting her up off of her stomach.
Chloe gasped and fell forward, reaching out to rest her arms on either side of Beca's head, glaring down at her with a smile pulling at her lips.
"What do you think you're doing?" Chloe teased and Beca smirked at her, before pulling Chloe's knees apart farther and sliding down towards the end of the bed, leveling her mouth with what proved to be a very turned on Chloe indeed.
Beca smirked, before licking her lips, just the way she knew Chloe liked and glancing up at her with a wink.
"I think I'm about to make you come…ma'am."
And she did.
(Many, many times, actually.)
