Shades – Chapter 7

Universal Pictures owns all rights of Fifty Shades of Grey and Pitch Perfect…I only own the idea of this twisted mash-up of an alternate universe love story.

A/N: In this AU Jesse James Swanson is a mid-twenties billionaire and alumni of Barden University. Rebeca (Beca) Ann Mitchell has just turned twenty-two and is a graduating senior of the same college. Their paths cross during an interview, which will forever change their lives. This story will be told through the POV of Beca.

Warning! Later chapters (7 and later) will include graphic sexual situations (BDSM) which may not be suitable for everyone. Reviews and/or comments are always welcome. Thank you for reading.


A/N: The Date - Part 3

Previously on Shades...

"Please Beca, let me make love to you." He whispers brushing his lips against mine.

In my twenty-two years of existence, I've never wanted anything more.

"Yes," I whisper back.

Because this is why I'm here...


The beginning...

With his dark caramel eyes and warm smile, he's enigmatic with distinguishing features and gentleman mannerisms, Jesse's comes across as a man beyond his years, his fortitude and sex appeal I've never seen before in anyone, and is one the reasons I've made the conscious decision to spend the night with him. It doesn't mean I'm agreeing to his "arrangement", but it does mean something, I'm just not quite sure what that is yet. I've dated some and have had several opportunities to "lose it", but like I've explained to Chloe, I chose to wait until that special person came into my life and swept me off my feet. Jesse is that person who has been nothing but honest and even warned me about his "dark side" but, he's also admitted on several occasions that he cannot stay away from me...like a moth to a flame. I know what he's experiencing because I feel the same about him, and when we're not in each other's company, a sense of emptiness consumes me I can't explain. Is it infatuation, love or lust? I'm not sure what it is but, I do know my feelings for him are strong and deep down inside that arrogant mind of his, there's a story waiting to be told.

With his arm firmly around me I'm led down a hall to his enormous bedroom with white walls and pale blue furnishings. His bed is ultramodern with four posts made of a greyish wood resembling driftwood, and on the wall directly above is a stunning oil painting depicting a stormy sea. The opposite end of the room is made of floor to ceiling glass overlooking the Houston skyline, the view is breathtaking with ambient mood lighting produced by the city's lights. With impeccable taste, these surroundings are beautiful, oozing of serenity and is the very place I've chosen to leave my innocence behind.

I'm nervous, I'm shaking like a leaf and wondering how this night will impact me, am I letting my heart cloud my judgement? Displaying a level of confidence I've never seen he places his watch on top of his chest of drawers and removes his shoes and socks. Wearing loose fitting jeans his white buttoned down shirt is untucked falling gracefully down his hips, he truly is a beautiful sight with his five o'clock shadow and soft dark brown locks.

"I assume you're not on the pill."

Paralyzed by my nerves I'm unable to verbalize a reply, I merely shake my head instead.

"I didn't think so." He says, smiling back at me, taking out a packet of condoms from his chest of drawers.

"Would you prefer the blinds drawn?"

"Umm...It doesn't matter," I manage to find my voice, but it comes out as a whisper.

Having pulled the duvet back, he slowly approaches me.

"I thought you didn't let anyone sleep in your bed." My voice is soft but unsteady as he eyes me with a look of mischief.

"Who says we're going to sleep?"

Oh my...

He's so damn sexy and full of lust, I can't tear my eyes away from him, for his actions alone send a warm pool down south as my heart rate soars into a state of flux.

"Let's take this jacket off, shall we?" He says seductively and gently slides my favorite garment off my shoulders.

"Do you have any idea how much I want you?" He says, standing before me, bringing my lips up to meet his, and when our lips touch any doubt of what I'm about to engage in slowly diminishes.

"Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you?" He adds kissing along my jawline causing my breathing to become hitched and my fears transform into desire as I want this, I want him more than anything.

Unbuttoning my shirt, he continues to place feather light kisses along my chin, to my jaw and along my neck. His touch is intoxicating as I let out a slight moan. My shirt falls off of me and I'm left in my Victoria Secret barely there lacy black bra; and internally I'm thanking my ginger friend for insisting on these new undergarments.

Stepping back he gazes at me and smiles warmly. "You're so beautiful Beca. I want to kiss every inch of your skin, and I will." Then catches my lips in a demanding kiss.

Why did you say you couldn't make love?

I'm literally filled with lust and will do anything for this man. Removing my clip he let's my hair fall naturally over his fingers where he tenderly massages my scalp bringing me to rapturous delight, closing my eyes I'm practically melting in his hands.

"Relax Beca...I'm going to make you feel so good."

Grasping both sides of my head, he presses his lips against mine, coaxing my tongue to tango with his, and as our tongues make contact, another moan escapes me. With one hand still in my hair, the other is wrapped securely around me, I'm held firmly against him while his other hand travels down to my backside, he squeezes me gently, and it is at this moment I feel his erection pressed against me.

I want this...

Easing me back I feel the bed behind me. Instead of pushing me down, I remain standing as he drops to his knees and looks up through hooded eyes. Grabbing my hips with his hands, he leans in and slowly drags his tongue around my naval sending shivers throughout my body.

With our eyes locked my fingers are buried in his hair as he undoes my jeans, tugs down the zipper, and reaching inside my waistband, slowly lowers my pants, never breaking eye contact. Licking his lips, he leans forward and drags his nose between the apex of my thighs and over my matching lacy black panties and I feel him there. My lips part as my breathing becomes hitched in response to feeling the heat of his breath along my sex.

"You smell devine." He says, breathing in my scent, it's a look of pleasure on his face as my center involuntarily clenches in anticipation of what's to come.

Gently I'm guided onto the bed, propped up on my elbows observing Jesse's slow seduction as my new sneakers and socks are removed, and with his skilled thumbs pressure is applied to my insteps sending electrical current directly to my groin.

How can I feel it there?

"My sweet Beca." He whispers, removing my jeans completely. "You're so beautiful. I can't wait to be inside of you."

With my chest heaving at the sensuality of his words, I'm barely able to contain myself and feel my body flush.

"Show me how you pleasure yourself."

"What?" I breathe out.

"You know..." He says softly, teasing me through the flimsy black lace.

"No...actually I've never..." My response comes out as a whisper and surprises him.

"Well, we'll have to see what we can do about that." He says, in a soft and challenging voice. Smiling to himself, nodding in disbelief.

Without breaking eye contact he removes his jeans and positions me further back on the bed so I'm resting on pillows. Settling between my legs he applies kisses to my inner thighs. "Keep still baby," He urges on, as his delicious mouth travels back to the thin material of my lacy black panties, making me squirm with need.

Oh, my God...

Trailing kisses up my belly his tongue dips into my naval, sending pulses directly to my core as I begin to claw at the sheets becoming more desperate for his touch. Laying down beside me his hand finds my breast, and teasing through the thin fabric, he cups me. "You fit my hand perfectly, Beca" and dips his fingers into the cup and gently yanks it down freeing my breast. The same process is repeated with the other cup as my breasts swell and nipples harden under his gaze.

"Very nice," he whispers with complete adoration as they stiffen even more. "So beautiful."

While blowing on one breast his hand moves to the other and slowly rolls my nipple with his index finger and thumb elongating it, sending a pulse down to my core. His lips close around my other nipple, and when he tugs, I just about lose it.

"Mmm...I can feast on these forever." He mumbles into my flesh, releasing me with a pop. Using his tongue he circles my hardened nub, then brushing his lips against me, I'm taken back inside his warm mouth, sucking and tugging softly, practically causing me to convulse under his ministration.

"Let's see if we can make you come like this." He whispers, into my chest continuing his slow sensual assault on my other breast. My nipples bear the delicious brunt of his skillful fingers and lips, igniting every nerve ending I have so that my body sings with sweet agony. Gripping the sheets tighter, I can no longer watch him as my head falls back, my mouth opens and I let out a guttural groan, a sound so unfamiliar to me, I never thought I was capable of, as my legs stiffen.

What's happening to me?

"That's it...let it go, baby," He breathes out and gently bites down on one nipple and pulls harder on the other. The combined sensation makes me fall apart as my body convulses on it's own. Releasing me, he quickly plunges his tongue into my mouth and absorbs my cries.

Wow!

Gazing down on me with a look of satisfaction on his face, while I'm sure there's nothing but gratitude on mine, I try desperately to catch my breath and can't help the grin threatening to surface.

"You're very responsive." He pauses. "You're going to have to learn to control that, and it's going to be so much fun teaching you how." He says with a mischievous look, kissing me again.

"Uh Hu." Is all I'm capable of verbalizing as he showers my lips and pulse point with more sweet kisses.

Still coming down from my first ever orgasm, he wastes no time as his hand moves down to my soaked panties and gently strokes me there, then shifts the flimsy material to the side and slips a finger in between my folds. Closing his eyes, his breathing hitches as he continues to explore me producing a most pleasurable sensation I've never experienced.

"You're so deliciously wet. God, I want you," He breathes, and without warning thrusts his finger inside, causing me to gasp while still palming my clit. Pumping me and pushing harder inside, another digit is added, bringing me to sheer ecstasy.

Without further delay he withdraws his digits, sits up and rips off my panties, tossing the fragile garment onto the floor, then ridding himself of his boxer briefs letting his erection springs free, and I'm amazed by it's generous size as it's quickly coated with a condom.

Will it fit?

"Don't worry," He says softly, his eyes on mine, "You'll expand too." He says probably noticing the look of horror on my face.

Hovering over me, with his hands on both sides of my head, he stares down into my eyes, and it's now I realize he's still wearing his shirt.

"Beca, it's not too late...do you really want this?" He asks, his tone soft, his eyes full of warmth.

"Yes." My nod and smile solidifies my decision as I'm kissed passionately and prepared for my first ever deep penetration.

"Okay babe...bend your knees up." He instructs, as I'm quick to obey.

"I'm going to fuck you now," He whispers, as he positions the head of his member at the entrance of my sex. "Hard." And slams into me.

"Aaarrruuuggghhh!" I cry out as he rips through my virginity, feeling a weird pinching sensation deep inside. He stills himself so I can accommodate his bountiful size. Opening my eyes, I notice he's staring down at me filled with ecstatic triumph.

Bye-bye cherry...

Through parted lips his breathing is hitched, similar to mine as a groan escapes his lips.

"You're so tight...you okay?"

Still grimacing, I slowly nod, and with my hands on his forearms, the feeling of him inside is so full and so overwhelming, my breath is short.

"Okay...I'm going to move now." He whispers.

I nod again and try to smile as he begins to move, almost completely withdrawing, then slamming back in causing me to cry out a second time, then he stills himself so I can further acclimate to him.

"Ready for more?"

"Yes." I breathe, because I want this more than anything.

He pulls out, thrusts again, then stills himself. The intensity of my moans increase as the pain diminishes and is replaced by pleasure with my body craving for more. He gets it right away and continues to pull out and thrust back in, no longer stopping himself. Picking up speed, my hips begin to move on their own accord, matching his pace so we're in perfect sync.

It feels amazing...

Kissing me hard, his teeth tug at my lower lip, and as he shifts slightly he strikes a part of me I can't even fathom only that it ignites my senses further. Groaning out I feel something building deep inside like before as my body starts to stiffen in response to his delectable thrusts.

My only thoughts are of this moment, there's only one sensation...only him and only me. With beads of sweat forming all over, I'm set on fire, and on the verge of a complete meltdown. With my head sinking further back into the pillows, I whine out what sounds more like strangled moans and start to tremble all over.

"Come for me Beca," he whispers breathlessly and I unravel at his words, and with my back fully arched, I climax even harder, crying out and splintering into a million pieces underneath him. With a final thrust he comes, calling out my name and empties himself deep inside me.

There are no words to describe this.

Coming down from orgasm number two, my eyes open and I find his forehead pressed against mine, and with his eyes still shut his breathing is ragged. After a few minutes his eyes open, lifts his head and stares down at me as I'm trying desperately to catch my breath. Still deep inside of me, he leans down giving me a brief kiss, then gently pulls out making me wince at the sudden loss.

"Did I hurt you?" He asks, full of concern and looking at me intently. Laying down beside me he props himself up on one elbow and tucks a strand of hair behind my scary ear-spike.

"You're asking me if you hurt me?" I ask, still breathless and not able to conceal my wide grin.

"Yeah...seriously...are you okay?"

Stretching out beside him, I'm loose limbed, my bones feel like jelly and I've never been more relaxed. Turning to face him, my hand reaches out to stroke his face and I kiss him tenderly, surely a way of showing my gratification. I had no idea my body could be so wound up and then release so violently and can't stop smiling as I bite my lip out of habit.

"I'd like to do that again." I whisper back, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

"Oh really, Rebeca." Looking relieved he teases back then leans in to kiss me. "You really do live up to that ear monstrosity." He says jokingly, stroking the decorative metal. "All right...turn on your front." He orders out, full of amusement.

I'm confused at first but do as I'm told as he unhooks my bra and runs his hand from my back to my behind, then maneuvers one of his legs between mine.

"This is so beautiful." He says, applying kisses to the floral ink behind my right shoulder.

"Thanks," I say in the softest voice as he continues placing kisses along my backside. "Why are you still wearing your shirt?" I ask.

After a pause, Jesse shuffles out of the garment and covers my backside with his front.

"Mmm...much better." I say, feeling his warm skin pressing against mine, the dusting of hairs from his chest tickling me.

"So...you want me to fuck you again." He whispers, trailing featherlight kisses around my ear and down my neck, lingering on my pulse point.

Oh hell yeah!

Pushing my knees up my breaths becomes short as he shifts between my legs. Caressing my rear slowly, trailing his long fingers between my legs.

"I'm going to take you from behind." He says full of seduction, practically gnawing on the area below my ear. "You're mine, Beca...only mine, and don't you ever forget it."

I won't.

Feeling his growing erection against my thigh, his long fingers reach around and gently massage my bundle of nerves while he continues nibbling along my jaw. His thumb is added to the mix and inserted inside, rotating around until it finds my inside wall. Getting deeper under his spell, I'm fully intoxicated by his intruding digit that alone threatens to send me over.

"Isn't this nice?" He whispers softly, continuing to flex this thumb inside me, pumping it in and out, while his fingers continues to circle my clit, making my breathing erratic as my forehead presses against the mattress.

"You're so wet...and so quickly. You're so responsive Beca, I like that very much. Open your mouth for me." I do as I'm told as he extracts his thumb and without warning, thrusts it into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue, my lips automatically close around his digit. "That's it baby, see how you taste."

It's a combination of saltiness mixed with a metallic tang of blood, no doubt a byproduct of my recent deflowering. I should be mortified, but it's just so damn erotic.

"I want to fuck your mouth Beca, and I will soon." He says as I bite down on his digit, causing him to withdraw his thumb.

"Such a naughty girl," He whispers along my neck, ripping open another foil packet. "We're going to go really slow this time," His words dripping of seduction.

God I want this...

Slowly he eases into me until he's buried deep inside. Stretching and filling me beyond capacity...much deeper than the time before. Moaning freely I no longer have a filter controlling the sounds coming out as he slowly circle his hips, pulls back and pushes his way further inside repeating the process, and driving me into utter madness.

"You feel so good," He groans out as my walls almost immediately start to spasm around him, but sensing my quickly approaching release, he pulls back and waits. "Not yet, babe." He pauses. "I want you sore tomorrow. Every time you move, I want you to be reminded that I've been here...you're mine Beca." He says softly full of lust, then eases back into me, repeating the entire process.

After a few more painfully slow thrusts I'm brought to the edge again, but he stops and withdraws before I can finish.

"Damn!" I grunt out in frustration as he continues his sweet torture.

Starting up again he circles his hips and pushes deep inside until I'm about to reach my precipice, but withdraws making me claw at the sheets.

"Jesse...please!" It comes out as a plea as my desperation for relief increases. My wish is soon granted as he slowly eases back inside.

"Isn't this nice?" He purrs against my ear, pushing further inside, rubbing against that sensitive spot he found earlier.

"Yes!" I breathe out, sighing heavily with delight.

Gently bringing my head back, I'm angled to look back at him. "My sweet Beca...you're so beautiful like this." And captures my lips in a searing kiss. "Who do you belong to?" He asks, in a low sensual voice while stilling himself.

"What!?"

"Tell me baby...who makes you feel this good?"

"You do." I breathe out, getting lost in the moment.

"Yes baby, I do. Now tell me who you belong to." He whispers, pushing inside as far as he can go, then stilling himself.

I'm so far gone and under his spell that reality becomes a blur.

"Answer me Beca." He asks again, reaching around to fondle me. "Who do you belong to?" He asks softly.

"You...Jesse! I'm yours!" I finally let out. The words are out before I have time to register what I'm saying.

"Thank you Beca." He murmurs in my ear, placing kisses along my neck as he starts up again. Picking up his pace I'm brought closer to precipice as his breathing becomes more erratic, slamming harder into me, causing my insides to quiver.

"I...want...you...so...much." He says between thrusts. "You...are...mine."

"Now...come for me baby!" He growls out, and reaches between my legs to stimulate me further, I explode into a more powerful climax for the third time of the night. Completely coming apart my body violently convulses around him as I shout his name into the mattress. With a few more thrusts he finds his own release and empties himself deep inside, then collapses on top of me.

I never knew it could feel like this.

We're a pile of sweaty mangled flesh, basking in our afterglow, trying to recover from our glorious orgasms. A few minutes more, and my lover is able to function again but for me, it will take a bit longer.

The strength of a dying moth. Yeah...that's me.

"Fuck Beca!" He breathes and pulls out of me, rolling onto his back with his chest still heaving. With him lying next to me, with some effort I manage to roll over onto my side to face him which, prompts him to turn towards me. He eyes me warily, draping the duvet over us, and with a ghost of a smile on his face he drifts off to a peaceful slumber.

Utterly spent, a disturbing realization hits me that I cannot deny. I submitted to Jesse "fucked up with intimacy issues" Swanson, and not only was I completely into it, the pleasure I experienced was indescribable. What does this mean and what does this make me? The revelation is frightening because I know I'm being led down a dark path. With my last bit of strength, I pull my knees up to my chest and almost immediately succumb to exhaustion and fall asleep or pass out, I'm not quite sure which one.


A/N: Beca surprisingly submitted to Jesse in the throws of passion, however does this make her a true submissive? Feel free to share your thoughts in your review or send a separate PM. I'll be including some of your comments at the beginning of the next chapter.

Tune in next time for the morning after...