Author's note: Sorry guys, this one's a little shorter than the others, but it was a natural stopping point. I hope you enjoy. Please let me know what you think.
Chapter 21
The rest of the week flew by. Aubrey and I ran ragged trying to get everything painted and ready for the movers, but with Stacie and Jesse's help, we were able to get the main house finished by the time Friday morning rolled around. I kept my promise to Aubrey and stayed away from the guest house, not even mentioning it when she slipped out of the main house to head across the yard and slip inside. I was insanely curious as to what she was planning, but I kept it buried and focused on everything else. The biggest obstacle to my resolve was on Thursday when Aubrey and Stacie slipped out of the house, leaving Jesse and I alone to paint my studio the light gray I had chosen for the room.
"Where are they going?" he asked, catching a glimpse of them going into the guest house from the window.
I glanced over and shrugged, "The guest house". I knew I was being deliberately vague, but I hoped he would drop it.
He didn't, instead he asked, "Why? Are they working on it today too?"
I sighed, "No, Aubrey is probably just asking for Stacie's opinion about something. She's got plans for it and probably just needed to talk to someone about it."
Jesse looked puzzled as he asked, "Why doesn't she talk to you?"
I couldn't stop the blush that began to creep up my cheeks. "I—um…well, that's her space."
Jesse stared at me blankly for a long moment before embarrassed realization flashed over his face and he began to blush. "Oh, um…ok." Then he turned away and quickly went back to painting. I let out a breath and forced myself to ignore the longing I felt for whatever was going on out in the guest house, and focused back on the wall in front of me.
Friday was really hectic as the movers first went to Aubrey's house to load up everything before going to my apartment. Then began the dizzying dance of making sure everything got put into the correct room. Thank god for Aubrey's need to take control because she just stood in the middle of the house, directing the movers. She had unlocked the guest house so they could put the furniture and boxes from Aubrey's old playroom in there, but I was careful to stay away. I knew that the temptation to follow them inside would be too great, so I hid in the kitchen, taking long gulps from the bottled water we had stocked in the fridge, hoping it would quench the desperate need I felt burning between my legs.
Aubrey found me in the kitchen a short while later. I had my hands braced against the counter with my head bowed. I didn't hear her come in, or notice her presence at all until she wrapped her hands around my waist. I froze for just a second before standing so I could lean against her. She grazed her teeth along my neck and I shuddered against her. I could feel her lips curl up into a small smile before she lightly kissed my neck.
"They are finished in the guest house, so you can stop hiding in here," she whispered into my ear. I relaxed knowing the temptation was gone.
"Thanks, Bre. I just couldn't be outside. It was too tempting to see where you were having them put everything," I explained, hating my own weakness.
She chuckled, "I know, love. Thank you for not giving in to your curiosity."
I sighed and tried to pull away from her, but she just held me more tightly. I smiled at her possessiveness, but could hear the slight irritation in my voice as I said, "I made you a promise. I won't go in there until you invite me."
Aubrey released me, and I turned to face her. She looked a little ashamed as she stated, "I know. I'm sorry."
I reached up to cup her face in my hand. "It's alright," I told her, leaning in to gently kiss her. When she pulled back, I asked, "How much more do they have to do?"
She smiled, "They're almost done."
I grinned, and said, "Good. This is real. We're finally going to spend our first night in our house."
Her smile widened into a grin. "Yes, we are. I love you so much."
"I love you too, Bre," I replied, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the kitchen to find the movers.
Half an hour later, I stood in the driveway watching the movers drive away. Aubrey had stayed in the house as I walked the guys out to close the gate behind them. I took a minute to just stand outside and take in the house and property. I let out a satisfied sigh. I was home. When I went back inside, I didn't immediately see Aubrey and I started to move into the house to find her, but stopped when I noticed the object sitting on the small table in the foyer. The table had been completely empty when I went outside. Slowly, I picked up the object and studied it. It was the new collar that Aubrey had promised she would purchase for me. It was beautiful but simple, just the perfect combination of mine and Aubrey's styles. It had a thick braided silver chain the ended in an O-ring, from which hung a silver pendant that had a green key etched into it. I immediately recognized the green as matching the exact color of Aubrey's eyes. It made me smile and I gently stroked the key with my thumb. That's when I noticed the engraving on the back of the pendant. I flipped it over and read the simple inscription that read "Only Bella's". A smile spread across my lips as my heart skipped a beat.
The collar was halfway to my neck before I paused. We hadn't played since Monday night, when Aubrey had marked me. We had both been too exhausted at the end of the day to even contemplate any games in the bedroom, and I desperately craved the submission that the collar would bring. But I stopped because I wasn't sure that I wanted to spend the first night in our new home as a slave. A part of me knew that Aubrey was leaving the decision to me, but I also knew that she'd be hurt if I didn't put it on, even while she'd understand my reasoning for not wanting it tonight. I didn't want to hurt her, but I was conflicted. My conflicting thoughts and emotions began to spiral through me and I started to feel a little overwhelmed. Ultimately the need to stop the overwhelming noise in my own head made the decision for me. The collar was around my neck and peace began to settle over me before I even realized I'd made a choice at all. I sighed happily, immediately content with the cool metal slowly warming on my neck.
I reached out and locked the front door before heading deeper into the house in search of my mistress. I found Aubrey in her office. She was completely engrossed in setting up her computer and didn't notice me walk in. I hesitated in the doorway, unsure what she had in mind, as she was obviously still planning on doing some unpacking tonight. I let out a small sigh, unsure why I was collared if we were just going to start unpacking, but I was willing to trust Aubrey, so I let my body fall into the familiar submissive posture. The movement must have caught my mistress' notice because she turned to me. The instant her eyes fell on my kneeling position, a huge grin spread across her face.
She crossed the room to me and gently ran her fingers through my hair. "Thank you, love. I wasn't sure if you'd put it on tonight," she said softly.
I smiled up at her, leaning into her touch. "I almost didn't, Mistress," I said honestly.
Her eyes shone with mischief as she replied, "I know, my pet. But I promise, you will be rewarded. I have a very special present in mind for you tonight."
Heat raced through me as the look in her eyes and I couldn't stop my eagerness from showing in my eyes. "Thank you, Mistress."
Aubrey smirked and ran a finger along the thick chain until it came to stroke along the pendant resting in the hollow of my throat. "You're welcome, my love. But before we get to your present, why don't you go get our bed made and start unpacking your stuff in there. I'll join you in a bit."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, standing to do as she asked.
She stopped me and pulled me in for a hard kiss that left me breathless. "I love you, Beca."
I smiled, "I love you, too." She grinned, and I hurried out the door, not fast enough to evade the affectionate slap she landed on my ass. I grinned back at her as I left.
Three hours later, our bedroom was mostly put together, with our everyday clothes put away. As I hung up my last shirt, I let out a sigh and stretched the ache from my limbs. Aubrey looked over at me with a smile. "How about we go get some dinner before I give you your present?"
"That would be great. Thank you, Mistress," I responded immediately.
Aubrey smiled at my eagerness, before glancing away and biting her lip, suddenly seeming unsure. I hesitated, wanting to go over and offer reassurance, but unable to do so by the collar around my neck. After a moment, she met my eyes and asked, "Beca, do you trust me?"
"Of course, Mistress," I reassured immediately. "I belong to you, only you, remember?" I asked flipping the pendant hanging from my collar over to show the inscription on the back.
Aubrey's eyes flashed possessively and she smirked as she crossed the room to pull me into her arms. I melted into her embrace, finally able to offer the physical reassurance I knew she still needed. "Yes you are, my pet. You're mine," she murmured.
"Yes, Mistress. I'm yours."
"And you'd let me do anything to you. Wouldn't you, my pet?" Aubrey purred into my ear.
I moaned, immediately feeling my underwear grow damp. "Yes, Mistress. I'm yours to do with as you please," I answered breathlessly.
"Good," Aubrey said, obviously pleased with my reaction. She let go of me and said, "Let's grab a quick shower before we go out."
"Yes, Mistress." I said dutifully, following her into the bathroom, where we had to take a little longer to unpack our toiletries and towels before we were able to clean up.
Over dinner, Aubrey kept giving me mischievous looks, but she wouldn't give me any hints about my present. She hadn't let me take off the collar, but I didn't really mind. Nobody gave me any strange looks for the jewelry around my neck, and I inwardly sighed in relief. Aubrey had been correct; no one who didn't know would understand what it meant. As I relaxed and gave up trying to get more details from her, Aubrey and I turned our conversation to the house and the meal passed quickly.
When we left the restaurant, I expected Aubrey to take me back home, for whatever present she had for me, but instead she turned the car to drive deeper into the city. I was confused. "Where are we going, Mistress?" I couldn't help but ask.
Aubrey raised an eyebrow at me and said in a flat voice, "To get your present, my pet."
I bit my lip uncertainly. Her tone discouraged further questioning and after a short debate about pressing her, I sighed and said, "Yes, Mistress."
She smiled and reached out to rest a hand on my thigh. "I promise you will enjoy this, my love." I smiled in return, and resigned myself to patience.
Soon enough, we pulled into the staff parking lot for a small storefront. I had no idea where we were, but Aubrey climbed confidently out of the car and knocked on the back door to the store. After a brief pause, a guy in his mid to late 30s opened the door. He glowered at us for a moment before recognition filled his eyes.
"Bella, I wasn't expecting you tonight," he said, surprised. I could feel my eyebrows go up, but with his use of her professional name, I knew better than to say anything.
She grinned and said, "I know, but my pet surprised me this evening. Are you available?"
He immediately grinned at her, "Of course, anything for you dear. Come on in." He opened the door wider, and with a hand on my back, Aubrey guided me past him into what appeared to be the employee break room. I glanced around curious to figure out what we were doing there.
"Thank you, Tom," my mistress said as he closed and locked the door behind us.
He nodded and gestured us through another doorway. "Come on, we'll go to my private room for this."
"Thanks," Aubrey said again leading me into the next room. As soon as I stepped into the room, nerves began racing through me. I recognized the equipment in the room and immediately knew we were in a tattoo parlor.
"M-Mistress?" I asked, nervously, turning to look at Aubrey.
"Yes, Pet?" She said, giving me a look that dared me to object. I stared into her challenging eyes for a long moment before lowering my gaze and indicating my acceptance. She was my mistress, and I trusted her. "Good girl," she said reaching out to gently caress my cheek before turning back to Tom. "Where would you like her?"
I could feel his eyes studying me, but I didn't look up. After a minute, he asked, "Is she the one everyone's been gossiping about?"
I could hear the pride in Aubrey's voice as she replied. "Yes, she is."
"Good, that'll make this easier then. Have her lay down on the table. There are restraints if you'd prefer to use them. I'll be right back," he said, obviously pleased.
At his words, my eyes flew to the table and immediately fell on the wrist and ankle cuffs I hadn't noticed before. I looked up at my mistress as Tom left us alone. She smirked at me and said, "Take off your shirt and bra and lay down on your back."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, feeling a little trepidation, even as I moved to obey.
Once I was in position, Aubrey stood over me and ran her fingers along my collar. "Do you want to be tied up, love?"
Heat was flooding my core as I shivered slightly at the chill in the air. "I don't know, Mistress," I answered honestly. I still didn't know exactly what she had planned, so I was content to leave the decision to her.
She smiled at me and reached down to wrap the soft leather around my wrists. "I think you will enjoy this more without the use of your hands," she explained mischievously.
"Yes, Mistress," I answered automatically, even as I could feel myself relax more at the familiar feeling of the restraints. Aubrey smiled at me and looked like she was about to say more when Tom came back in.
"Ah good, she's ready. Have you told her yet what she is receiving today?" He asked as he moved over to a counter and began rifling through the drawers.
"Not yet," Aubrey said flippantly. Tom grunted, but didn't say anything else immediately. Aubrey let out a little annoyed huff at his obvious displeasure. She turned back to me, her eyes challenging as she said, "Beca, Tom is going to pierce your nipples. Do you have a problem with that?"
"No, Mistress," I answered immediately, feeling my nerves dissolve as a shiver of anticipation ran through me.
My mistress's eyes turned hungry as she noticed my obvious arousal. "Good girl," she purred causing me to whimper.
Tom chose that time to turn back to us and he grinned at my reaction. He kept his eyes on me as he spoke to Aubrey, "It's a good thing the rumors about your pet appear to be true."
"Why is that?" Aubrey asked coldly.
Tom grinned at her, "I love piercing submissives who enjoy the pain."
"She's mine, Tom." Aubrey said, her eyes going possessive.
He held up his hands in surrender. "I know, Bella. I won't touch more than necessary. I was just commenting on how much easier it is to pierce them than tattoo them."
Her eyes softened slightly, "Why is that?"
He let out a chuckle. "They always squirm when they're being tattooed. It's a pain in the ass." Aubrey laughed and I grinned.
After that, Tom got down to business, explaining what he was doing as he was doing it. As he pinched my left nipple in the clamp to hold it in place, I couldn't hold back a moan. The slightly painful pressure felt wonderful. Aubrey smiled down at me as she gripped my collar and ordered me not to move. I didn't need the warning, but her demand soothed the nervous anticipation within me. I smiled up at her as the needle slid through my tender skin in white searing pain. It was delicious and I felt need pooling between my thighs. A second later, the ring was being pushed through the hole Tom has just created and I let out another moan as I was flooded by desire.
Aubrey's gazed down on me, her eyes nearly black with need in response to my moans. Tom simply chuckled as he moved to repeat the process on my right nipple. I gasped and had to fight my body's need to react to the wonderful pain of the needle passing through my nipple. However, I couldn't stop my back from arching up to meet the second ring as it slid through my pained skin. Both nipples were throbbing and I whimpered with desperate need when he was finished. My mistress ran gentle fingers just under the abused skin, careful to avoid the new piercings and I groaned. My underwear was soaked and I was desperate for her touch. Aubrey just smirked and turned back to Tom.
"Thank you," she said handing him some cash before releasing me from the table.
"Anytime, Bella. Bring her back if you want any other work done. She is amazingly responsive."
Aubrey grinned. "Yes, she is. Come on, my pet. Put your shirt back on. It's time to go home."
"Yes, Mistress," I said automatically. As I stood from the table I gasped as I felt the new weight pulling slightly on my aching nipples. I had to pause in my movements as heat rushed down my spine to settle in my core at the sensation. Carefully, I got dressed, the ache growing as my bra rubbed the piercings with each movement.
Tom let out a chuckle. "It's been a delight, Bella. I won't even bitch if you want to bring her back for a tattoo. Your pet is delightful."
She chuckled, "Don't worry, Tom. If I bring her back for a tattoo, I'll make sure she doesn't squirm for you."
Tom frowned, "What do you mean? Even hog-tied, they still squirm."
Aubrey laughed. "I won't have to tie her up at all, Tom. But she'll stay perfectly still if I demand it."
Tom was obviously not convinced, but he let it drop. "If you say so, Bella."
"I do." Aubrey said and I could hear the pride in her voice. I instinctively knew that she intended to put me into my trance if she brought me back for a tattoo. I smiled at her as we followed Tom back out of the shop. Once we were alone in the car, my mistress turned to me and asked, "Do you like your present, my pet?"
"Yes, thank you, Mistress," I replied honestly. I had thought about getting it done before, but I'd never gotten around to doing it. And now, I was loving it. The whole experience was incredible. Knowing that my mistress had made the decision to have it done was thrilling, and the pain had me nearly delirious with need for her touch.
Aubrey shot me a smirk, knowing what I was feeling. "You're welcome. I thought you might like to have a little incentive to be patient while I get the guest house ready."
I grinned, "Thank you, Mistress."
She pursed her lips. "It's going to be a while before I can properly break them in. I want to make sure the piercings heal properly, but I can't wait to lead you around with a leash attached to your new rings," she said her voice going husky with desire.
I shuddered in response to the image. "Oh yes, please, Mistress," I moaned.
Aubrey glanced at me, showing her eyes had darkened with that possessive hunger I loved. "Anything for you, my pet," she purred making me whimper.
When we got home, the garage door had barely closed behind us before Aubrey ripped my shirt and bra off and shoved me against the wall. I was more than ready for her, and the rough treatment left me panting with need. As soon as the new piercings were exposed, my mistress paused to look at the silver metal. Her fingers were gentle as they slowly circled the skin around the piercings; care not to pull against the new holes. The movement caused my abused nipples to stiffen further and I groaned at the accompanying pain. Green eyes that had gone nearly black with desire met mine for the briefest of moments before her hands were at my jeans. Aubrey made quick work of the zipper and she only pulled my pants and sopping underwear far enough down to give her the room to press three fingers into me. I shuddered at the first touch.
"Oh God, Beca," she moaned. "You're so wet."
"I know, Mistress," I panted out, letting my head fall back against the wall as she began to thrust inside me.
Aubrey licked her lips, her own breath ragged as she groaned out, "I want to play with them. God, why must piercings take so long to heal?" The question was rhetorical, but the words and raw need in her voice had me clenching down on her fingers. My mistress noticed and with a chuckle, she said, "Come for me, love." I immediately obeyed, moaning as I shuddered through a release. Aubrey didn't stop her movements; instead, she began thrusting harder and faster into me, leaning in nibble her way up my neck to murmur into my ear. "You were so good tonight. Did you enjoy feeling the needle slide through your skin, my pet?"
"Yes, Mistress," I gasped out, tensing as another orgasm threatened to crash through me.
My mistress chuckled, "Good. Come now." Again, I did as ordered, my knees going weak as I rode out my orgasm on her fingers. Aubrey just shifted to support more of my weight, and continued with her ministrations. I whimpered under the onslaught of her talented fingers, which began curling and twisting within me with each stroke. Instantly I was on the brink of another orgasm, but the sound of Aubrey's rough, needy voice forced me to hold it back. "Do you have any idea what it did to mean to watch you moaning as Tom pierced you? I nearly took you on that table."
A moan escaped my lips as I imagined her doing just that. Aubrey moaned in response before she pulled back, letting her fingers slide out of my dripping core. I whimpered in protest. Aubrey's eyes flashed dangerously at me as she roughly pulled my jeans and underwear the rest of the way off me. I stumbled a bit, but managed to catch my balance as Aubrey quickly removed her own clothing.
When she was naked, she braced one of her feet against the wall next to my hip and snarled, "I need you inside me now, pet."
I pressed my body into her and immediately pushed two fingers inside her. I gasped, realizing that she was just as wet and desperate as I had been. I added another finger and began thrusting into her. Aubrey let out a satisfied moan. "Yes, Beca. Just like that," She gasped as I began thrusting in earnest, pressing my palm against her clit with each stroke.
"Yes, Mistress," I moaned as her inner walls clenched around me. Just as Aubrey began to shudder through an orgasm, she shoved her fingers back inside of me and even though the angle was awkward, I fell over the edge with her.
When our breathing slowed to normal, I smiled up at my mistress and said, "Thank you for my present, Mistress."
Aubrey let out a small chuckle. "You're welcome, love. You really like them?"
"Yes, Mistress," I answered immediately. I bit my lip, hesitating for a minute before admitting, "I had actually thought about getting them pierced before. I just hadn't gotten around to getting it done, then with everything the past couple of months, I had other things on my mind."
Aubrey let out a groan. "As much as I enjoyed watching you get them pierced, I wish you had gotten them done before."
"Why?" I asked, confused.
She chuckled, "Because then I could do what I've been wanting to do all night."
"What's that?" I asked, breathless at the hungry look in her eye.
With a raised eyebrow, my mistress leaned in to purr in my ear. "I could hook my tongue through the ring and pull your nipple into my mouth, sucking on your taught nipple until you came undone."
My breath hitched as new desire rippled through me. I pressed into my mistress and moaned, "Then I wish I'd done it sooner too, Mistress."
"I know, my pet," Aubrey said with a chuckle. Then she turned serious, "Come on, we need to clean them before I take my girlfriend to bed."
I smiled. "Yes, Mistress," I said, following her to the master bathroom.
Aubrey carefully tended to the new piercings before she released my collar and pulled me in for a long hard kiss. When she pulled back, her lips rose in a contented smile. "I love you, Beca. Thank you."
"I love you too, Bre. And you don't need to thank me. I really enjoyed it," I said, knowing she was thanking me for the piercings.
"I'm glad. I was a little worried," she admitted sheepishly.
I grinned, "I know, but I meant what I said. I really had already thought about getting nipple rings before we got together. And to be perfectly honest, getting them done this way was so much better than it would have been if I'd gotten it done any other way."
Aubrey smirked, "Good."
I just laughed, and pulled her into the bedroom. Aubrey's laughter joined mine and we collapsed into bed. We spent the next several hours making love to celebrate our first night in our new home.