Shades – Chapter 14
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! Chapters may include graphic sexual situations (BDSM) which may not be suitable for everyone. Reviews and/or comments are always welcome. Thank you for reading.
Last time on Shades...
Four Seasons Hotel - Private Dining Room
"After dinner I'm going to take you upstairs so we can discuss the contract and then, we'll have dessert." His voice is suggestive with a hint of mischief, and there's no doubt in my mind he's alluding to something other than food.
"Mmm...I love dessert."
And now...
Four Seasons - Presidential Suite
"Are you nervous?" He asks softly, kissing the back of my neck as I settle into his side on the plush L-shaped sofa of the spectacular 2200 square foot Presidential Suite.
"A little." I admit.
"Me too." He whispers against my ear as my eyes shoot up to meet his.
Seriously?
ooooOoooo
What the hell is he so nervous about? Afraid his recently deflowered playmate is going to run for this hills? Well...to be completely honest I almost did, but not quite. We'll just have to wait and see how the contract is interpreted and how much he's willing to compromise on my so-called "issues".
Just a couple hours ago we were downstairs feasting on exquisite gourmet cuisine and consuming more of that delicious Bastianich Friulano wine for I can seriously get used to this kind of lifestyle. Who would have ever thought this alt-girl would be dressed to the nines and swept off her feet by a gorgeous but kinky billionaire. Never have I been so hungry as I managed to polish off four of six oysters, a Caesar salad, several pieces of freshly baked sourdough bread and an entire surf and turf meal. Being the control freak he is about wasting food, for once he was pleasantly surprised, accusing me of hiding a dog under the table since he's never seen me clean my plate before. "Looks like I finally found a way to get you to eat!" He smugly comments referring to our extracurricular activities of defiling the Four Season's baby grand piano...God I hope they sanitize that thing.
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"So, what's on your mind?" He asks bringing my attention back to the present.
"Huh?"
"What're you thinking about?"
"Nothing really." I totally lie. "Just how comfortable I am right now."
"Me too...I may never let you leave." He says dryly, making me chuckle. "It's getting late so we should get to the real reason for tonight."
"If you say so but I'd rather have my dessert now."
"Oh, you will." He says smugly. "We both will."
"Fine...lets get on with it."
"So by your notations in the margins I'm assuming you've read everything and are ready to discuss this." Nodding yes, I maneuver myself so we're facing each other.
"You do realize this pseudo contract of yours will never stand up in a court of law."
"I'm fully aware of that." He admits, taking a sip of wine. "Do you really think I'd coerce you into something you didn't want to do, and then pretend to have a legal hold on you?"
"No, I guess not. Especially after what happened with that former fraternity of yours." Pausing I take his hand in mine. "You know it took a lot of guts to stand up to those guys and then testify against them. There's definitely more to you, Mr. Swanson than what meets the eye and what you do in your Red Room of Pain."
"Thank you...I think." He pauses, tittering at my compliment/insult. "Look, it doesn't matter if it's legal or not, the contract represents an arrangement between two consenting adults that I'm dying to make with you. If you sign and then decide you don't like it, there's enough get-out clauses so you can walk away."
Downing another glass of wine my subconscious taps me hard on the shoulder reminding me not to drink so much while my inner goddess enthusiastically whips out a notebook to take notes.
"Beca...relationships are based on mutual trust. If we don't have this, then we really can't move forward."
"It's just so much to consider...it's all happening so fast." My head is spinning with confusion.
"Yes...I agree, but there's something about you, I feel a connection between us."
"I feel it too." I admit looking down at my hands, unable to make eye contact with him.
"So, it's quite simple Beca, do you trust me or not?" He asks, pouring us both another glass of wine.
"Jesse...it's not that simple. You've been doing this sort of thing for years whereas this is all new to me." Pausing to take another sip. "Did you have this discussion with the fifteen?"
"No...just you."
"Why is that?"
"They were all established submissives who knew what they wanted and what to expect."
"Okay, well there you go. They were all established submissives which, I'm obviously not." Sighing deeply. "I really have to think about this because I don't know if I'm capable of giving you this kind of relationship."
"You know Beca, when you took that swan dive into my office and then fumbled with that damn recorder I thought for sure you were a natural born submissive, but after tonight, I'm not sure there's a submissive bone in your delectable body." With his hand cradling the side of my face, he tilts my head and brushes his lips against mine.
"You may be right." I breathe.
"Yes, but I would still like the chance to explore that possibility with you." Caressing my face, his thumb tracing my lower lip. "I wish I could give you more, but this is all I'm capable of."
"I know that Jesse, but what ever happened to meeting me half-way?" Pulling his hand away from my cheek. "If I agree to do this, it's because it's what you desire, but I still have my needs and want more than this...arrangement." Unintentionally the word falls from my lips sounding more like a disease. "How do I even know when the term is up you won't toss me aside like some bad habit and find someone else for your playroom."
"I wouldn't do that Beca, not with you unless we're so incompatible that we both agree to call it quits. Your concerns are valid which I've never had to consider before." Sitting further back in the cushions he rakes his fingers through his hair and takes a deep breath. Looking back at me the corners of his lips curl slightly upward.
"What is it?"
"Miss Mitchell, the way I look at it, I've already broken a number of my own rules being with you so, with that I'm willing to try."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm saying our relationship will not be restricted to the pursuits of passion. I enjoy spending time with you even though you're so damn stubborn and fight me on everything. You're not only beautiful but you're intelligent, funny and ultimately challenge me, and I respect that."
"Thank you...I think." Feeling empowered of our discussion I bring his lips to mine. "It's not much, but it's a start." I say smiling. "So, is there a special place you go to? BDSM Super Store or Kinks R Us?"
"Not exactly." He responds, cracking up.
"So, Umm...will you collar me?"
"Only if you want me to."
"Were you collared?"
"Yes." He says with his iPad in hand, scrolling through the digital copy of the proposal. "I see you've been doing some research. Does wearing a collar interest you?"
"It might."
Holy cow! What am I saying?
"So does this mean you want to move forward?" Looking up from his tablet he waits patiently for my response.
Taking a deep breath I continue. "Let's go over your damn contract."
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Now sitting next to me on the couch Jesse carefully goes over each and every clause I highlighted.
"Shit! You have a lot of issues." He bursts out, narrowing his eyes at me. "May I bring to your attention the definition of Submissive."
1. Inclined or ready to submit; unresistingly or humbly obedient: submissive servants.
2. Marked by or indicating submission: a submissive reply.
3. Origin: 1580-90; submiss + I've
Synonyms: 1. tractable, compliant, pliant, amenable. 2. passive, resigned, patient, docile, tame, subdued. Antonyms: 1. rebellious, disobedient.
"May I?" Borrowing his iPad I quickly type in another word in the search field then turn the high definition screen back towards him. "If you please take note of the date of origin: 1580-90. I would respectfully remind Sir that the year is 2015. We've come a long way since the sixteenth century. May I offer another definition for your consideration...Compromise."
1. A settlement of differences by mutual concessions; an agreement reached by adjustment of conflicting or opposing claims, principles, etc., by reciprocal modification of demands.
2. The result of such a settlement.
3. Something intermediate between different things: The split-level is a compromise between a ranch house and a multistoried house.
4. An endangering, especially of reputation; exposure to danger, suspicion, etc.: a compromise of one's integrity.
Letting out a deep sigh he shakes his head at me. "Miss Mitchell...why are you so difficult?" He asks with a ghost of a smile. "None of the others questioned any of this."
"Like you've previously said, I'm not like the others."
"No you're not which, is one of the reasons I can't resist you." He admits still shaking his head. "But you've made a valid point and it's very well played." He concludes with resignation as both my inner goddess and subconscious do a chest bump.
"Okay, let's begin...number 2, the sensuality clause, I like to call it." He pauses, taking a drink of wine. "The fundamental purpose of this contract is to allow the Submissive to explore her sensuality and her limits safely, with due respect and regard for her needs, her limits and her well-being." He says, looking up from his digital device. "What's wrong with that?"
"I don't need a ten page document to explore my sensuality and limits. This is for our benefit, not just mine." My comment earns a bonafide grin from him as he nods. "Agreed...this is supposed to benefit us both. I'll have this redrafted."
Yes! Score one for the Submissive...
"Number 4." He continues. "The sexual, serious, infectious or life-threatening illnesses clause. What's your concern?"
"As you already know you're my only sexual partner, I don't take drugs, and I've never had any blood transfusions so I'm clean...what about you?"
Placing his iPad on the table, he gives me his full attention. "All of my partners had blood tests and I'm tested every six months. All of my recent results are clean, I've never had a blood transfusion and I've never done drugs. As a matter of fact, I'm so anti-drug I make it a requirement that my employees submit to random drug screenings." He pauses, looking at me. "Is that acceptable?"
I give him a quick nod.
Paranoid bastard!
"For clause number 8, if at any time the Dominant should fail to keep to the agreed terms, limitations and safety procedures set out in this contract or agreed additionally under clause 3 above, the Submissive is entitled to terminate this contract forthwith and to leave the service of the Dominant without notice." He finishes, with his hands faced upward, shrugging his shoulders at me.
"So basically I can terminate this agreement at any time if I don't think you're sticking to the agreed limits?" He nods impassively at me.
"Yes Beca, but you need to understand if you walk away...then that's it."
"Okay...I get it." My voice is soft for the thought of not being with Jesse is too painful to bare.
"Clause number 9." He reads. "The Submissive is to serve and obey the Dominant in all things. Subject to the agreed terms, limitations and safety procedures set out in this contract or agreed additionally offer the Dominant such pleasure as he may require and she shall accept without query or hesitation in whatever form it may take."
"Seriously?" Placing my glass on the table my eyes lock with his. "If I'm to understand this correctly, you want me to obey you like some sort of ditsy sex slave in all things and accept your discipline without question or hesitation?"
"Yes Beca...I need you to think of it as role-play." He explains, matter-of-factly.
Closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose I still have a concern that needs to be addressed. "Okay I can play along but I'm still concerned about the whole pain aspect of all this with you taking things too far and hurting me physically."
...and emotionally.
"Do you really believe I would go beyond any limit you couldn't take?"
"I don't know..I've never done this before! What about that girl you injured?" I ask, deciding to probe a bit further. "So, how did it happen?"
Sighing deeply, Jesse's continues with his explanation. "She was suspended from the ceiling by carabiners. The ropes were too tight and-"
"-Never mind!" Holding my hand up in protest because all of a sudden I don't want to hear the gross details. "Suspension...huh? Yeah...that's not gonna happen and needs to be a hard limit." He nods in agreement and makes a notation in the contract.
"So...role-playing and obeying me, do you think you can manage that?" His gaze is intense waiting for my response.
Pressing my lips into a hard line I consider my answer very carefully, and after several seconds go by, words fall from my lips. "I could try." I whisper, closing my eyes, not quite believing what I'm getting myself into.
"Good." He smiles warmly. "Now let's talk about term and availability which I believe are clauses 11 and 12."
"I'll agree to a one month trial period but not three. Outside of being with you I still have a life and can't commit to every weekend or people will start to believe you're keeping me captive in your dungeon. Perhaps three weekends instead of four." He shakes his head at me.
"Beca, that's not enough time. One month instead of three will not work especially if you want a weekend away from me each month. Plus, I don't think I'll be able to stay away from you that long, I can barely stand it now."
He can't stay away from me...
"How about one day over one weekend per month, you get to choose but I get a midweek night that week?"
"Fair enough."
"And please, let's try for three months. If it's not for you, then you can walk away at any time."
"Fine...three months." Finally caving in since I know he's not going to compromise on this.
"The ownership thing in clause number 15.2 is just terminology and goes back to the principle of obeying and to get you in the right frame of mind and for you to understand where I'm coming from." He stops to consider my reaction. "As soon as you cross the threshold as my submissive, I will fuck you anytime and anyway I want, and anywhere I choose. For this reason you have to accept this willingly and trust me explicitly. During this time you will be disciplined because you will screw up however, since you're new to this I will train you and we'll take things slowly at first."
Is it getting hot in here?
"Okay...I get the ownership thing which, I'm still not thrilled about, but using my body as you see fit sexually or otherwise...please elaborate on that."
"The 'or otherwise' again is to help you get into the mindset; it basically means anything goes." He explains.
Well...why didn't you just say so?
"Umm...yeah, the entire discipline clause with me being whipped, flogged, spanked or corporally punished for no reason. Isn't this a breach of clauses 2-5?" I pause, briefly making eye contact with him, then looking away. "This just sounds cruel and you said you weren't a sadist."
"No I'm not. There's a very fine line between pleasure and pain with one not existing without the other. I'll show you how pleasurable pain can be, and you may not believe it now, but you'll find yourself enjoying it and may even desire more. This is where trust is most important because there will be pain, but nothing you won't be able to tolerate." Taking my chin in his hand he raises my face so our eyes meet. "Beca...I won't hurt you."
"I know that." Sounding smaller than usual, my voice not sounding as convincing.
"You never did answer my question from earlier." He pauses still gazing at me. "So, what's the verdict Miss Mitchell...do you trust me?"
After a brief moment of silence and letting all the air out of my lungs, I respond.
"Yes." I finally admit with building confidence, looking back at him with a genuine smile and no longer feeling any doubt. "I don't know why, but I do trust you."
"I'm really glad to hear that." He says softly, showing relief. "The rest of the stuff is just details-"
"-Yes." Interrupting him. "But important details that I would like to go over."
"With you Miss Mitchell, I would be disappointed if you didn't." He says shaking his head with a trace of amusement in his voice.
"Okay, I'm surprised you wanted to discuss clause number 15.19." He pauses taking a sip of wine. "The Submissive shall not touch or pleasure herself sexually without permission from the Dominant.
"You already know I don't do this so why would it be an issue?"
"This may sound a bit weird or selfish but I want ALL of your pleasure. Up until now I've given you every one of your orgasms and will continue to do so." I flush at his comment remembering my sexy dream from the other night/morning.
"Umm...about that...not exactly." I confess, scrunching my nose.
"What do you mean? Did you-"
"-No...I already told you...I don't do that. I...Umm...sort of had a dream." I finally let out.
"A dream?" He's full of amusement. "Are you trying to tell me a dream you had, made you orgasm?"
Biting my lip, I look away. "Yeah...something like that. It woke me up." Trying to suppress his laughter at my expense I flush even more.
"I bet it did. Tell me about it." He goats on.
"Not on your life Swanson."
"Why not?"
"Because it's personal and embarrassing."
"Was I in it?"
"Yes." I breathe out.
"What was I doing to you?"
"I don't want to talk about it! Can we please move on?"
"Fine...we'll come back to that later, but I really want to know what made you cum during your little sex dream." He pauses, giving me a look of wonder. "Back to the rules...sleep and food."
"Okay, Umm...I'll agree to six hours of sleep but refuse to eat from a prescribed list. The food list goes or I do."
"Can I modify it to say you'll eat at least three meals a day?"
"No Jesse! I'm not backing down on this. I know you have issues when it comes to food but nobody is going to dictate to me how often and what I eat. How I fuck...yes, but eat...NO WAY!"
Surprised by my little outburst, he continues. "You're gonna need stamina and endurance for the things we're going to do. I need to know you're getting enough nutrition and you're not hungry"
"Well I guess you'll just have to trust me." Giving him one of my trademark smirks, my response takes him off guard as its full of wit.
"Touché Miss Mitchell." He says quietly. "I concede to the food and sleep rules."
Yes! Score another victory for the Submissive!
"So, why can't I look at you?"
"That's a Dom/Sub thing...you'll get used to it."
I doubt that...
"Why can't I touch you?"
"Because you can't."
Really?
"That's not an answer. Is it because of Mrs. Robinson?"
"Why would you think that?" He asks. "You think she traumatized me?"
I nod immediately.
"No Beca...she's not the reason."
Not satisfied with his lack of explanation I reluctantly go on to the next set of rules which deals with uniform and exercise.
"As long as I only have to wear your clothes when I'm with you I'm fine with it even if you do make me look like a slut." Looking down to my swelling bosom threatening to pop out at any moment. Licking his lips, he raises a suggestive eyebrow at me.
Perv!
"We also agreed on three hours of exercise per week, this still says four." Trying to ignore the sexy look he's giving me, I continue on.
"Babe, I need you fit and healthy for the naughty things I'm planning on doing to you."
Holy hell...
"I know that but when we're together I have a feeling I'll be burning more calories than I can care to count." My comment has a lascivious affect on him as a deep guttural groan escapes his lips.
"Yes you will." His tone has turned seductive. "And right now all I want to do is peel you out of that dress."
My breathing becomes hitched at his words.
"I don't think that's a good idea." I say quietly. "We haven't had dessert."
"You are my dessert."
"I'm not sure I'm sweet enough."
"Beca." Leaning forward, he kisses me gently. "You're deliciously sweet...I would know." Flushing at his words my thoughts deviate back to that shiny black instrument downstairs.
"Only you can seduce me with words." I say looking down at my hands. "You use sex as a weapon, and it's not fair to me because I can't resist you."
"You're absolutely right. I do this because this is what I know, but it still doesn't change how much I want you right now, and how much you want me."
I frown at his last comment.
"I know this because I know women and your body is giving you away. With your thighs pressed tightly together, you're skin is flushed and you're breathing pattern has changed. Your arousal for me is quite obvious."
Damn him...
"You don't play fair." Downing the rest of my wine, I try to compose myself the best I can. "Let's get back to your damn document...three hours instead of four." Giving me a quick nod he adds another notation to the digital copy.
"I'll have my personal trainer call you to set up a schedule." I nod in resignation.
For the next hour we continue to dissect and fine tune the indecent proposal, then finally make it to the end. Feeling a bit dizzy from all the wine and fatigued from going over the frustrating agreement I need to stand up and walk around. Rolling my shoulders back I remove my stilettos and stretch my limbs.
"You're stressed. Is it because of me?"
Do you really have to ask?
Without saying a word I give him another one of my signature smirks.
"C'mere." He says in a soft voice, motioning for me to take a seat on the edge of the bed. "I know this is a lot to take in but I really want our agreement to work. You're not obligated to give me an answer tonight so just try to relax and let me put you at ease."
Sitting behind me I feel his strong fingers grip onto my tired and aching shoulders, kneading the knots away. The feeling is exquisite as his multi-talented fingers travel lower pressing on the pressure points between my shoulder blades, sending shivers down my spine. Rolling my head forward he kisses my exposed neck and nibbles closer to my ears knowing very well, it's this motion and placement of kisses on my pulse point that turns me on.
"You're so beautiful and sexy." Purring against my ear I'm putty in his hands...literally. "Spend the night with me."
"I can't...I have classes in the morning, then Bella's practice afterwards." Responding the best I can, turning my head to capture his lips. "I really shouldn't."
"But I want you to."
"And I want to touch you."
"You're so stubborn."
"Yes I am...but it's what I want." I say, smiling against his lips.
"I know it is and I'll work on it...I promise." He says between kisses. "I'm willing to explore the possibilities with you." His response brings me hope as his lips dominate mine.
Me too...
Deepening the kiss I feel my arousal for this man escalating just as it did earlier.
"Let's take a break and get you out of this dress so I can have my way with you."
Saying nothing, I look at him through hooded eyes and give him a quick nod.
Standing before him he slowly lowers the zipper exposing more of my skin as he places kisses along the crook in my neck. "God you smell good and your skin is like velvet." He purrs trailing wet kisses down my exposed back, making me tingle all over. Lowering the second skin so it's bunched at my midsection he wastes no time and cups my breasts with his warm and inviting hands.
"Raise your hands and try to reach my head." I do as I'm told as my chest presses further into him while his multi-talented fingers roll my elongated nubs into submission, making my neck arch back against him. "That's right baby...feel it."
His words are my undoing as my desire escalates to the point of no return. Unable to verbalize anything more than a moan my body heats up and convulses on its own.
"Isn't this nice." Whispering against my ear, I can't help but to agree as I concede to him...again.
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After a couple hours of unadulterated passion we find ourselves laying side by side in bed basking in our afterglow discussing the damn proposal again. Wearing a borrowed t-shirt he's beside me in boxer briefs.
"Why would you want to hurt these?" I ask referring to my chest. "I thought you liked them."
"Oh, believe me Beca...I more than like them." He admits, bringing his hand under my shirt and over a breast. "With weighted clamps, applying the right amount of pressure," He says pinching a hardening nipple, "Will produce pleasurable pain and enhance your orgasms." He continues his ministrations, eliciting a slight groan from me. "Doesn't that interest you?"
Oh, hell yeah! Wait...what?
Slowly nodding, I can't believe I find myself agreeing with this kinky bastard.
"It's similar for genital clamps and butt plugs but we'll go over all other soft and hard limits another time." He says removing his hand from under my shirt.
What the fuck?
Putting my hand over my eyes I'm in complete disbelief of our post coital discussion.
"Dude...NO! I'll concede to nipple clamps but we've previously agreed to no genital clamps of any kind and you're not sticking anything in my ass...that's off limits!" My comment cracks him up. "Both are hard limits...big time!" I conclude.
"Are you sure about that?" Still chuckling at my strong reaction. "Turn over on your stomach. I want to try something with you."
"Don't even think about it!"
"Beca...you said you trusted me, now turn over."
Reluctantly I flip over to my stomach and immediately my shirt is raised, exposing my rear as he starts rubbing my lower back down to my...buttocks.
"You really do have the nicest ass." He says caressing and squeezing my rump. "What pleasures I can show you if only you let me claim it." He says stroking me between the half globes."
"Jesse...please don't." Practically pleading him to stop, he snickers at my discomfort.
"Don't worry baby I won't tonight but I'd like you to keep an open mind, at least consider it for another time, perhaps make it a soft limit. Trust me when I tell you this," He says dipping his digits between my folds, spreading my pooling arousal from front to back and teasing my other opening. "Your body is already deceiving you by wanting this...see for yourself." He says withdrawing his drenched hand. "You can't even deny it Beca so why fight it. The amount of pleasure derived from anal play can be mind blowing. With your inexperience we'll work our way up to it so it's not painful, and if you don't find anal intercourse pleasurable after the first time, we won't do it again...just think about it."
Shit! Why is this turning me on?
Getting me worked up...again, he's so passionate about this, and with some reluctance I find myself giving in to him...again. "URGH!" I groan into my pillow. "Fine!" I say rolling my eyes because I know he can't see my face from this angle. "I can't believe I'm swaying on this, but...make it a soft limit."
"That's my girl." He purrs in my ear then climbs on top of me, straddling my thighs and with his strong hands massages the length of my back. "How's this?"
"Mmm...wonderful." My response is muffled in my pillow, making him laugh.
"So...tell me about this dream."
A/N: Just because they've compromised on a good portion of the contract doesn't mean they've come to an agreement. Tune in next time for graduation and their continued discussion of soft and hard limits as they get closer to finalizing the indecent proposal.