Author's note: Ok, here you go, a full chapter. I know it's a little choppy, but there was a lot to put in the chapter, and I didn't want to drag it out of multiple chapters (cause I'd get bored writing it). So I hope you enjoy. Please let me know what you think, reviews really brighten my day.

Also, a very big thank you to those of you who wished me well, I'm feeling much better now, almost back to normal.

Chapter 4

I didn't wait for Aubrey to close or lock the door; I immediately moved to the side table and picked up my collar. The leather was still slightly damp from my shower earlier and it was cold as it slid into place around my neck. I took a deep breath and felt myself relax, as the feeling of safety settled over me.

I could feel my mistress move up behind me. She wrapped her arms around me, and purred into my ear, "Well done, my pet. Go to the playroom, I will join you in a moment."

Her voice sent shivers running through me. "Yes, Mistress," I said and obediently hurried down the hall. When I entered the room, I quickly moved to the center of the floor and kneeled, letting my eyes drop to the carpet. It wasn't long before she joined me, and I smiled as I felt her eyes fall on me.

"Strip. You are wearing far too much clothing." She ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," I said, immediately standing to remove my clothes.

When I was naked except for the collar, I felt Aubrey move towards me, she lifted my chin with a long delicate finger. I met her eyes, and saw all of the possessiveness from earlier in the evening flood back into them. "Who do you belong to?"

"You, Mistress, I belong to you." I answered immediately.

"That's right. You are mine," she growled.

"Yes, Mistress, I'm yours." As the words left my mouth, Aubrey's mouth found my collarbone, biting hard. I moaned, feeling need flood into me. "Oh, God, Mistress, I'm yours."

She pulled back with a smirk. "And don't ever forget it. You belong to me, Beca."

I nodded, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good girl, now get into bed. I will join you shortly." Aubrey purred. I moved to hastily obey and she slapped my still tender ass. I yelped and moved faster, even as I heard my mistress' chuckle from behind me. I crawled to sit in the center of the bed to watch her as she stripped off her clothes and moved to the cabinet. When she opened its doors I finally got my first look inside. There were several shelves on one side of the cabinet. These were full of various dildos, vibrators, and bottles of lube. Underneath that were several drawers, and along the far side, was an open space that had various lengths of metal rods, hooks for her floggers and whips, and a long hank of rope. I could feel my eyes go wide at the sight. I had never seen that many different sex toys in one place before. I could feel the moisture pool between my thighs as I wondered what she would choose for tonight. My mistress opened one of the drawers and pulled out two straps before turning back to the bed. Her eyebrow shot up as she noticed me watching her. She didn't comment on it as she moved back to the bed. "One your knees, facing the headboard, my pet," she ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," I said as I moved to obey.

She attached the straps to my ankle, and said, "Lean down to rest your weight on your elbows." Again, I did as she commanded and she attached the other end of the straps to my wrists, before clipping my wrists together. "Try to straighten your legs."

I tried, but the straps were only long enough to allow me a little movement in this position. "I can't, Mistress," I admitted with a whimper.

I could hear the smile in her voice, as she said, "Good." She moved to her bedside table and pulled a short length of chain from the drawer. She ran this from the ring in my collar to the clip holding my wrists together. A tremble ran through me as I realized that I was only able to move my head about 3 inches in any direction. My mistress ran gentle fingers down my back. "You are so beautiful like this, my pet. I simply love seeing you helpless in my bed." I could only whimper in response, not knowing what she had planned for me. She placed a tender kiss on my shoulder before huskily asking, "Who do you belong to, Beca?"

"I'm yours, Mistress," I said on another whimper.

"Yes, you are, my pet." She said as she got off the bed again. She came back a moment later. "Look at me," She said softly and I carefully turned my head as far as the chain would allow me. Aubrey held a strap on in her hands. I could see that this one was different from the one she used the previous night. This one had smaller, slightly curved dildo on the inside of the straps as well as the larger phallus on the outside. My mistress gave me a moment to study the harness in her hands, before speaking, "This will bring us both pleasure, as I show you beyond all doubts who you belong to. Do you want that, Beca?"

"Yes, Mistress," I answered breathlessly, as my arousal spiked.

"Do you want me to come while I fuck you and teach you your place?"

I shuddered, feeling my core clench in anticipation. "Oh God, yes, Mistress."

"Good," She said before applying lube generously to the smaller phallus. She held my gaze as she stepped into the harness and pulled it up her thighs. She guided the dildo into place and groaned, "Oh, Beca. It feels so good inside me." I whimpered, suddenly wishing that I could be inside her, bringing her to climax. I could see in her eyes that she knew what I was thinking and I blushed. She chuckled and finished securing the harness around her hips. "Do you want this, my pet?" She asked as she spread lube over the larger dildo.

"Yes, Mistress," I said fighting the need to squirm within my bonds.

She just grinned and climbed onto the bed to kneel between my thighs. She rang finger through my heated flesh. "Always so eager for me," she whispered and I didn't think she was talking to me. This was confirmed as she said, "I love how wet you get for me, Beca."

"Thank you, Mistr—" I started to say, but the words died in my throat as I felt the dildo slide slowly into my slick core. I shuddered against it and rocked my hips back to take more of it in. Aubrey's responding moan pulled a moan from my own lips. She paused when the phallus was completely sheathed within me. We both breathed heavily at the sensation of being filled before she began to slowly slide back out. She took several slow thrusts as we both adjusted to the feeling. I was already trembling when she began to pick up her pace. I shuddered at the increased pace and she moved her hands to my waist and yanked my hips back to meet her next thrust. I called out as the pressure increased and I could feel my orgasm beginning to build. I could hear her ragged pants as she continued to thrust harder and faster into me. I felt myself getting closer to the edge and I gasped out, "Mistress, please?"

"Who. Do. You. Belong. To?" She asked punctuating each word with a thrust.

I panted, struggling to hold back the impending orgasm. "You, Mistress."

"Say it, and you can come," She said, thrusting harder into me.

"You, I belong to you!" I groaned out as the orgasm ripped through me.

Aubrey didn't stop or slow her thrusts, and I could hear little groans escaping her mouth as she held back her own release to continue plunging desperately into me. As the last shudder from my first orgasm died away, and I could feel the next one already building within me, my mistress gasped out, "Again. Say it again, Beca."

"I belong to you," I panted and felt the second orgasm burst over me.

Still, Aubrey didn't slow. I could feel the tension in her body and knew that she must be desperate to come, but she refused to let go. "Again," She barked out.

"I belong to you, Aubrey!" I screamed out as a third, somehow more intense orgasm overwhelmed me.

Only then did I feel her shudder and let go as she yelled, "Oh God, Beca." She collapsed over me and we struggled for breath for several long minutes. When she had regained enough of her composure, Aubrey sat up, and gently pulled out of me before moving off the bed. I whimpered at the sense of loss that settled over me. I lowered my head to rest on my hands and struggled against the emotions suddenly threatening to overwhelm me. I heard the harness hit the floor next to the bed seconds before my mistress was back, rubbing soothing hands over me. "Shh, Beca I'm here," she murmured, peppering kisses over my back. I relaxed under her touch and the vulnerability faded as she comforted me.

Feeling steadier, I gratefully said, "Thank you, Mistress."

"You're welcome, my pet." She said with a smile in her voice. I felt warmth spread through me as the certainty that she was pleased filled me. Her hands gradually traveled down to the base of my spine, before shifting to graze long nails down the outside of my hips. I let out a sharp gasp as arousal slammed into me again. I was shocked. I had no idea how Aubrey was able to make me so eager for her so quickly. I'd never been with anyone who could make me come so hard and so often and still want more. I knew I was quickly becoming addicted to her touch, and it scared me. All thought flew out of my mind as I felt two long, delicate fingers slide into me. My inner walls clamped down around her fingers and she began to drag them in and out of me. I eagerly pressed back into her, keeping my head down as it heightened the pleasure I felt. In seconds I was panting out moans as my core throbbed around my mistress' plunging fingers. "Say it, Beca and you can come again." Aubrey told me.

I had to force several deep, shuddering breaths into my lungs before I had enough air to answer her. "I…belong…to…you…Mistress" I finally managed to pant out as I shuddered through another orgasm. I slumped as much as my bonds would allow as the last tremor faded.

Aubrey quickly detached the chain on my collar and released my wrists and ankles. I curled into her arms and let her hold me. She held me, running gentle hands through my hair and down my back. After a while, she tipped my chin up to allow her to claim my lips in a gentle kiss. I smiled up at her when the kiss ended. She returned the smile as she asked, "How do you feel?"

"Happy," I answered without thinking.

She chuckled. "Are you tired?"

I thought about it. "Yes, Mistress, but I'm not sleepy," I answered honestly.

"Do you want to stop for the evening? We could listen to some music, or watch a movie." She offered.

I wrinkled my nose, "No, thank you. I don't like movies. They're too predictable."

She laughed, "Still?"

"Yeah, Hollywood keeps retelling the same stories over and over."

Her laughter turned to chuckles as she said, "Well, at least I know a good way to torture you in the future."

I groaned, letting my head fall back to land on the bed. "That's just mean."

She smirked, "I know."

I sighed and in an effort to distract Aubrey from whatever hellish Hollywood torture she was planning, I sat up and in my most innocent and pleading voice, I asked, "Mistress, may I please touch you?"

The voice worked as my mistress' eyes immediately focused on mine and her breath caught. "Yes, my pet, you may," she said after a moment.

"Thank you, Mistress," I purred as I slowly ran my hands up her torso to gently massage her breasts. She sighed and arched into the touch. I tenderly teased her nipples with my thumbs as I asked, "May I kiss you?"

"Yes," she breathed.

I lowered my lips to place delicate kisses along her jawline, gradually working my way down to replace first one thumb and then the other with my tongue. She gasped and I lowered her until her back rested against the bed. I took my time slowly worshipping her body as I gradually heightened her arousal. I carefully avoided her center as I teased her, wanting to see how far she'd let me go before forcing me to submit. I knew that she was enjoying my reverent touch because she held off longer than I expected before gripping my wrist and forcing my fingers into her slick core. She moaned at the contact and rocked her hips into my touch. I followed the rhythm she set and drove her towards the edge. When she stiffened under me, I leaned in to whisper in her ear, "I belong to you, Mistress Bella." Her eyes flew open to meet mine as she fell over the edge and let the orgasm take her.

The instant I pulled my fingers from her, Aubrey had me pinned against the bed, with one hand plunging inside me while the other pulled me in for a fierce, needy kiss. I instantly relaxed, submitting to her touch. It seemed to startle her enough for her to pull back from the kiss to look down at me, as her fingers gentled their assault on my soaked folds. She stared into my eyes as she continued to drive me toward release. Before I got there she said, "You haven't called me that since you found out who I was."

"I know," I gasped.

"Why now?" She asked, never stilling her fingers.

I panted as I struggled to find the words to explain. Eventually, I gave up and shrugged, "Because I'm yours, Mistress."

I groaned when her fingers stilled inside me. "That doesn't answer my question."

I sighed. "Because of what you said this morning. You took it to regain the control I took from you. I wanted to give it back," I said, feeling stupid.

Her eyes softened, "Oh, Beca." I blushed and looked away, which made her chuckle. She reached out and gently tilted my chin back up. "My pet, I took that control back last night when you put on my collar, and again when you submitted to me after I removed the mask, and every time you say that you're mine."

"Oh," I murmured, feeling my blush deepen.

She pulled me in for a quick kiss, before flexing the fingers that were still buried deeply inside me. I gasped and she began to slowly thrust in and out of my center. I forgot my embarrassment as she picked up speed and drove me over the edge. Again, she demanded that I say I belonged to her before I came.

Aubrey spent hours that night driving me to more orgasms than I could count. Each time she made me repeat the phrase before I came. And each time I said those words, I felt the meaning sink further and further into my psyche. As exhaustion finally fell over me, I was sore, tender and utterly content. I just wanted to curl into my mistress' arms and sleep, but she had other plans. I felt a gentle tug on my collar and I reluctantly opened my eyes to see that Aubrey had attached a leash to my collar. She had gotten up from the bed, and was gently pulling me out of bed after her.

"Where—" I started to ask, but she cut me off.

"Come with me, Beca."

"Yes, Mistress," I mumbled as I climbed out of bed. I stumbled after her as she led me into her bedroom. I was too tired to express the surprise I felt at being brought in here. I just turned wide eyes on her and waited for her to say something.

She smiled at me as she unclipped the leash. "You've earned this tonight," was all she said as she took my hand and pulled me to the bed. As soon as she'd pulled the covers down, I crawled in and waited for her to join me. She did, and I curled into her, happily letting sleep take me the instant my head was pillowed on her shoulder.

Sunlight falling over my face woke me the next morning. I groaned and nuzzled into the soft skin under my head. I breathed in Aubrey's scent and sighed contentedly. I could tell by her measured breathing that she was still asleep, and I was happy to just lay in the protective circle of her arms. Eventually, she stirred and I opened my eyes to smile up into her sleepy green orbs. She returned the smile and kissed my forehead.

"Good morning," I said happily.

"Good morning, Beca. How are you doing today?" Aubrey asked me, and I could see that she was trying to judge my mood.

"I'm good, Mistress. I don't think I've ever slept better." I answered honestly.

"That's good," she said before lowering her lips to mine in a soft kiss.

After the kiss, I lay my head back onto her shoulder and looked around the room. I felt my eyes widen as I took in the peach colored walls and tasteful furniture. I had momentarily forgotten that she had brought me into her bedroom the night before. I bit my lips, trying to decide how to ask what I needed to know. I eventually gave up trying to find a more polite phrase and bluntly asked, "Why did you bring me in here? I thought you said you don't bring slaves into your bedroom."

She shifted so I could easily meet her eyes. "Because you're special to me, Beca. I needed you to know that," She said lightly. I could feel the honesty of her words wrap warmth around my heart and I smiled. She returned the smile for a minute before her eyes fell on the collar around my neck. She reached out a hand and gently fingered the leather band as she continued. "While you wear this, you belong to me, but you are also my lover and when you are good, you will share my bed. Do you understand?"

I nodded. "I think so," I said as I tried to think through the meaning behind her words. "So, does that mean that when you have to punish me, I won't get to sleep with you?"

She chuckled, "It depends on how badly you've behaved. But, when you misbehave, you will not sleep in this bed. Whether I share the other bed with you, or leave you chained to it to sleep alone, will depend entirely on you, my pet."

"Oh." I thought about it. "I wouldn't like that."

She smirked, "That's why it would be an effective punishment." I didn't have a response to that, as I knew she was right. After a moment she chuckled and pulled me into her arms. I let myself melt into her embrace. We just held each other for a long time, each lost in our own thoughts. Eventually, Aubrey asked, "What time do you need to leave?"

I sighed and sat up. "At 10. I need to go home to shower and change before I meet my manager."

Aubrey turned to look at her alarm clock next to the bed. "That gives us an hour. Do you want to eat before you go?"

I turned back to her with a mischievous smirk, "Only if it's you, Mistress."

She let out a choked laugh and I could see the desire filling her eyes when they met mine. "You're awful."

I shrugged, "I know. But you like it, Mistress."

Her eyes turned serious, "You can call me by name when we're in this bed, even with the collar on."

I sobered immediately. "Thank you, Aubrey," I said and closed the distance between us.

Just before my lips met hers, she stopped me with a hand on the collar. "But you still have to obey me."

"I know," I whispered. "Can I kiss you now?" She didn't bother to answer as she fused her lips with mine in a heated kiss. We spent the next 45 minutes devouring every inch of each other.

After I had hurriedly dressed, I met Aubrey in the foyer. I shuffled my feet, not quite ready to leave the safety I felt in her house. She noticed and pulled me into her arms. I gratefully returned the hug. "I'll call you later," she said when she pulled back.

"Thanks," I said smiling. She leaned down to lightly kiss me. The tenderness of her lips sliding softly against mine made my head spin and I didn't notice her unbuckling the collar as we kissed. When she pulled back, I felt the leather slide off my skin and I shuddered. I felt suddenly heavier as my everyday worries and stress started to filter back into my mind for the first time in a day and a half. I took a deep breath and met Aubrey's eyes. "I had a nice time," I said awkwardly.

She smiled at me. "I did too, Beca. I hope your meeting goes well."

"Thanks, I—uh, I guess I'll see you later, then." I shifted anxiously. I wasn't sure how to act in this moment.

Aubrey understood my awkwardness and she closed the distance between us again to place a chaste kiss on my lips, before nudging me towards the door. "Be safe, Beca. I will call you tonight."

The second our lips met, I relaxed. I offered once last, "Thanks, Aubrey," before walking out the door and getting into my car. Seeing her standing in the doorway watching me I smiled and waved. She waved back and I put the car into gear and drove home.

The entire time I drove home, showered and changed, I let myself think about Aubrey and the amazing time we had spent together. I still couldn't believe everything that had happened in such a short amount of time, and how willingly I had responded to it. But I decided to just go with it, I felt like I'd finally found something other than music that made me truly happy for the first time since my parents' divorce. It was a scary thought, especially with everything that could go horribly wrong. But I didn't let myself dwell on it. I decided that I just needed to let things happen, and not try to over-analyze everything and let myself freak out. After I got out of the shower, I checked my phone for the first time since Saturday evening. I had a couple texts from Jesse asking to hang out. After we'd broken up, it took a year, but we eventually became friends again, and now he was the only real friend I had in California. I shot off a quick message to apologize for not answering and saying that I had a lot to tell him about my crazy-ass weekend.

He immediately replied with: Glad you're not dead. Dinner tonight? You can tell me all about it.

I sent him a message telling him I'd get the pizza and be at his place by 7. While I was waiting for his response, a text came in from a number I didn't recognize. It read: Hey, this is Aubrey. I swiped your number off your phone yesterday when you were tied up with other things. ;) I just wanted to make sure you had my number. Call you later.

I immediately texted back with: Tied up? Which time?

About 10 seconds later, she replied with: When you were suspended over the stool. ;)

I responded: Right, you were gone for a long time.

Aubrey: You needed to be punished.

Me: I know .;)

Aubrey: Ok, well I know you probably need to go, so you're not late. I'll call you later.

Me: Right, I guess I'll talk to you later. Thanks again, Aubrey.

Aubrey: You're welcome.

I smiled and saved her number in my contact list. I had to hurry after that, but I did manage to make it to the restaurant on time to meet my manager.

Cheryl was waiting for me when I arrived. She had gotten us a table on the patio and had already ordered her coffee. She looked up when I approached the table and smiled.

"Great, you're right on time, Beca. I've got great news for you," she said, getting right down to business. I had always appreciated that about her.

"Hey, Cheryl, what's up?" I asked as I sat.

She grinned, "Well, first thing this morning, I got a call from Marcus Fitzgerald over at Atlantic Records. He said that he was very happy with your work at his party on Saturday and he wants you to come in for a meeting this afternoon!"

A grin broke out on my face, "That's great. What time?"

"At 2:30."

"Cool," I said and I could feel the excitement build.

Cheryl and I discussed the possibilities of what he wanted to talk to me about while we ate. It wasn't until after our plates were cleared away, that she asked the question I had been hoping to avoid throughout the meal. "So, how was the party? I mean, I know you did an excellent job, but what was it like?"

I immediately blushed and looked away. "It—um, well it was interesting," I answered vaguely.

"Are you blushing?" I could hear the surprise in her voice. I wasn't one to blush normally.

I cleared my throat. "You're not getting details. But, let's say I may have run into someone I knew in college, and we spent the rest of the weekend together."

She gasped, "Oh, my God. Who was it? Was she—did you?" She broke off, obviously unable to find the right words.

I sighed and finally met her eyes, "Look, Cheryl, I like you, but I'm not telling you anything else right now."

She coughed to cover her momentary lack of professionalism. "Of course, I'm sorry. It's none of my business."

"It's ok," I assured her, knowing if the situation were reversed I wouldn't have been able to keep myself from asking the same questions.

"Thanks," she said as she paid the bill. We chatted for a few more minutes about work before we parted ways.

When I got back in my car, I checked the time and saw that I had just over an hour to get to the meeting. I groaned, knowing LA traffic, I had to head immediately over to the record label, if I wanted to have any hope of being on time. As I struggled through the traffic, I felt nerves dance down my spine. This meeting could be the most important one in my life, and I had no idea what to expect when I found myself face to face with Marcus Fitzgerald again. I had no idea if he knew I went home with Aubrey, but even if he didn't, I knew that I would have a hard time not picturing the things I saw in his house, and the look in those green eyes as Aubrey watched me from the stage. I silently cursed myself as I felt my underwear grow damp as those memories flooding into my mind. I plugged my iPod into my car stereo and cranked up the volume, hoping that the music would calm me down before the meeting. It worked and I felt steadier as I parked my car in the underground garage and headed into the building.

The record company's offices were on the 56th floor of one of the towering skyscrapers downtown. I headed to the elevator and felt the butterflies nestle back into my stomach. I forced myself to ignore them as I rode up in the overcrowded elevator. It stopped several times to let people off before my stop. When I reached the right floor, I squeezed out of the elevator and moved over to the glass doors showing the label's logo. The receptionist looked up and smiled at me when I walked in.

I crossed the lobby to her and said, "Hi, I'm Beca Mitchell, I've got an appointment with Marcus Fitzgerald in—" I looked at my watch. "In 10 minutes." I looked back up to the woman and smiled.

She looked down at her computer for a moment before looking back to me with a smile. "Sure, if you wanna have a seat, he'll be right with you."

"Thanks," I said and moved over to the couches arranged along the wall. I surreptitiously took deep breaths to calm down as I waited. I didn't want my nerves to show.

I didn't have to wait long before an overly energetic brunette came into the lobby. She looked at me and grinned, "Beca? Marcus is ready for you." I smiled and stood up, moving to follow her through the labyrinth of offices. She stopped outside a door, knocking quickly before sticking her head in and saying, "Marcus, Beca's here for you."

She gestured me inside. The office was large, with one wall entirely made of glass to allow an expansive view over the city. Marcus stood from his desk when I came in and he was beaming at me. "Beca, thanks so much for coming to see me."

"Of course. You've got a nice office." I said as I crossed the room to shake his outstretched hand.

"Thanks, can I get you anything? Coffee? Soda?" He asked as he motioned for me to sit in one of the plush chairs facing his desk.

"Um, sure, coffee would be great."

He looked back to his assistant who was hovering in the doorway, "Carol, would you mind getting us two coffees?"

"No problem," she chirped before heading out of the room.

Marcus sat back behind his desk and smiled at me. "So, I wanted to thank you again. You really exceeded my expectations for the party."

"You're welcome, sir. I just appreciated the opportunity." I answered, trying to judge his expression.

"Did you enjoy the party?" He asked, and my fears were confirmed at the twinkle I saw in his eyes. He knew I'd gone home with Aubrey.

I felt the blush begin to creep up my cheeks, and I swallowed hard against the desire to squirm. "I had a great time," I replied, feeling relieved that my voice remained even.

He chuckled, "I'm glad." I couldn't tell if he was going to say anything else about the party, because Carol was back with our coffee. "Thank you," he told her as she left, closing the door behind her. I took a sip of the coffee and waited for him to continue. After drinking from his own cup, he turned back to me. "I didn't actually ask for this meeting to discuss the party. I understand that you've been working freelance as a DJ for a while now. Is that correct?"

"Yes, sir."

He nodded, expecting the answer. "What are you looking for, professionally?"

I sat up. "Actually, I'd like to produce music. I love DJing, but I really want to make music."

He smiled, "Excellent. I'm glad to see that Ms. Posen was right about you."

"What did she say?" I asked, honestly curious to know how much the blonde had said about me.

His smile widened. "She actually told me a lot about you when she was trying to convince me to come hear your music. She told me about your time with the a capella group in college and how you single-handedly changed the way songs were mixed for competition. And she told me about your dream to move to LA to produce music. She peaked my curiosity about you, so I agreed to visit the club to listen to your set, and here we are." He finished with a gesture to indicate his office and our meeting.

"Well, thank you for giving me a chance," I said, unsure where this conversation was leading.

He ignored my thanks, "So, I asked you here to discuss some opportunities we have available."

"What kinds of opportunities?" I asked, trying to contain my sudden excitement. This was really happening.

"After your performance at the party over the weekend, I would like to offer you a position with our label. I think it's right up your alley. We'd like you to DJ two nights a week at a new club we're opening at the end of the month and we'd like you to work with one of our struggling artists to see if you can help him revive his sound for our audiences."

"Oh, my God. That's amazing!" I said, feeling my voice get higher as the excitement bubbled over.

Marcus chuckled. "So is that a yes?" I paused. I knew I needed to talk this over with my manager so I didn't end up getting screwed in the process. Marcus saw my hesitation, and saved me from having to come up with an excuse to delay. "I know you need to go over the contract with your manager. We are prepared to offer you a good salary and benefits. I believe that you will be pleased with this deal. So, assuming that your manager agrees with the fine print, are you interested?"

I smiled. "Yes, I'm totally interested." I answered honestly.

"Wonderful, I'll have Carol fax your manager the contract immediately. And unofficially, welcome to Atlantic Records, Beca." He said with a huge grin as he held out his hand again for me to shake.

I jumped to my feet, and immediately gripped his hand. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome."

I called Cheryl the second I got back in my car. She was excited and told me to come into her office so we could look over the contract together. I agreed and immediately pulled back into the hell that was LA traffic. I didn't mind so much this time as I had yet to come down from the high of being offered my dream job. When I walked into Cheryl's office 45 minutes later, she was doing her happy dance around her desk. I laughed.

"It's good then?" I asked when it became apparent that she hadn't noticed me arrive.

She jerked to a stop and shot a grin at me, "It's better. Once you sign this contract, you'll be able to move out of your crappy little apartment and find something much, much better."

"Really?" I was shocked.

"Look for yourself" She held out the contract and I forgot how to breathe when I saw the amount listed under salary.

"Oh, my God!" I managed to gasp out after a minute.

"Yeah, they must really like you," she said with a grin.

"I guess so. Is there anything in here that I need to be concerned about?" I asked, trying to focus on the practicalities before I let the reality of my situation overwhelm me.

"No, it's all completely above board. Sign it, Beca. It's everything we've been working towards for two years," she said patiently. I grinned and reached for a pen.

My first thought when I walked out of my manager's office was that I couldn't wait to tell Aubrey my news. I pulled out my phone and called her. It rang twice before she picked it up.

"This is Aubrey Posen." She sounded a little distracted as she answered.

I smiled the second I heard her voice. "Hi, this is Beca Mitchell," I said, unable to keep the teasing tone from my voice.

"Beca!" She said, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Hey, are you busy right now?" I asked, hoping I wasn't interrupting anything important.

"No, not at all. What's up?" She asked.

"Well, I know you said you'd call later, but I was wondering if you'd let me take you out for a celebration dinner." I was bursting to tell her, but I managed to not just blurt it out as once, and I was proud of my restraint.

"Sure, what are we celebrating?"

I bit my lip. I really wanted to see her face when I told her. But I didn't know if I would be able to hold it in for much longer if we stayed on the phone. After only the briefest of hesitations, I said, "It's a surprise. Can I pick you up at 7?"

She laughed, and I knew she could hear my hesitance. "Alright, I'll see you then."

"Thanks. See you then," I said before hanging up.

At precisely 7pm, I rang Aubrey's doorbell. It opened almost immediately and I knew she had been waiting near the door for me. I felt my jaw drop at the sight of her in the skimpy black dress. I had to swallow hard before I was able to speak. "Wow, Bre, you look amazing."

She smiled sweetly, even as her eyes hungrily took in the curves that my own blue dress clung to. "So do you, Beca."

"Thanks, I made a reservation for us." I said as we moved to the car. I played the gentleman and opened her car door for her.

She giggled. "Are you going to tell me what we're celebrating?" She asked when I had gotten into the car.

I shot her a grin, as I turned the key. "Nope, not yet."

"Hmph," She pouted, looking out the window. I could tell that she wasn't seriously put out, but I reached over to take her hand as I drove down her street. Aubrey looked down at our clasped hands and smiled. I gently rubbed the back of her hand with my thumb and she sighed dramatically. "Fine, I guess you're forgiven for being mysterious."

"Thanks," I said sarcastically, but I didn't let go of her hand until we got to the restaurant.

I made idle conversation until after we ordered and I smiled inwardly as I could see Aubrey's impatience grow with each passing moment. Finally after the waiter left, I settled back in my seat, letting my excitement show on my face. "So, tonight we're celebrating because I finally landed my dream job."

"What? Oh, Beca that's wonderful. Congratulations!" Aubrey exclaimed, beaming over at me.

I grinned at her. "Marcus called my manager first thing this morning to set up a meeting to offer me the job. But, I have to thank you, Aubrey. This never would have happened if you hadn't asked him to come listen to me."

Her eyes turned serious as she met my gaze. "That's not true, Beca. You're incredibly talented. This was going to happen no matter what I did."

I smiled, "Thank you, anyway." I reached across the table for her hand. She let hers fall into mine. "The last three days have been the most incredible days of my life, and that's due to you Aubrey. Just let me thank you."

"Alright," she said her eyes softening as her beautiful smile softened her features. "So, tell me everything. What did he say?"

I laughed and told her everything from my meeting with my manager over lunch all the way through signing the contract. I ended my story by saying, "Telling you was the first thing on my mind after I had signed. I'm sorry I made you wait, but I wanted to see your face when I told you."

I couldn't read the look in her eyes when I stopped talking. It took her a minute to reply, but when she did, I felt warmth wrap around my heart. "Thank you. I'm really glad that you called me. It really means more than you could know that you wanted to tell me first."

I smiled. "You mean a lot to me, Bre," I said softly, hoping that she understood all of the things I couldn't even say to myself yet.

"You mean a lot to me too, Beca," she said and I knew that she understood.

By mutual consent, we turned the conversation to lighter topics. We were halfway through our meal, when I heard the buzzing of my phone coming from my purse. I pulled it out to see that Jesse was calling me. I cursed. I'd completely forgotten that I was supposed to have dinner with him.

"What's up?" Aubrey asked, concern evident in her voice.

"It's Jesse. I forgot I was supposed to have dinner with him tonight." I explained as I tried to decide if I should answer the call or not.

"Excuse me?" Aubrey's sharp tone startled me enough that I snapped my eyes up to hers. I could plainly read the jealousy in her eyes.

"Jesse's just a friend," I immediately told her, trying to calm her. Her eyes softened slightly, and I hurriedly continued. The phone call would have to wait. "Bre, I was going to have dinner with him tonight so I could tell him about us."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just—I can get really jealous," She said, sounding contrite.

I reached for her hand again. "I know, Aubrey. It's ok." I smiled. "But you don't need to worry about Jesse for two reasons. First, I dumped him in college when I realized I was gay. And more importantly, the second reason is that I'm yours."

I bit back a smirk when I saw the possessiveness flare in her eyes. "Yes, you are."

"And you're mine," I said, squeezing her fingers to emphasize my words.

Her eyes widened in shock, before shifting into another unreadable expression. "Yes, I am," she said softly.

"What's that look for?" I knew something important had just happened, but I wasn't sure what it was. I ignored my phone when it started to buzz again.

"Answer that, I'll explain later," she said nodding towards my phone.

I sighed and picked up the phone. "Hey, Jesse. I'm so sorry. I completely spaced our plans for tonight."

Jesse sighed into the receiver. "It's fine, just get your butt over here. I'm dying to hear about your crazy weekend."

"I can't Jesse, I'm on a date." I said and winced when he screeched into the phone.

"What!? You blew me off for some chick you just met?"

I bit my lip, my eyes meeting Aubrey's gaze as I answered, "Not exactly. I'm on a date with Aubrey Posen." I watched as her eyebrow arched.

Jesse was quiet for a long moment before, sputtering, "Wait, what? You blew me off to go on a date with your old Bella's captain? The one who you could barely stand in college?"

Aubrey was just watching me, while she listened to my side of the conversation. I grinned at her as I said, "Yep, that'd be the Aubrey who's currently sitting across from me looking dead sexy in her little black dress." Aubrey's lips twitched up into a half smile. I knew she had probably figured out Jesse's reaction to my confession.

"Oh, my God. Beca what the hell happened this weekend?" Jesse asked after another long pause.

I let my gaze rake down my date's body as I said, "Sorry buddy, but that story is going to have to wait until tomorrow. I'm busy right now." When my eyes returned to meet my new favorite green eyes, I noticed that they had grown darker with desire and that Aubrey's breath had grown shallow under my lewd gaze. I smiled, enjoying the effect I had on her.

"Gross," Jesse muttered into the phone, before he sighed. "Whatever, Becs. Just call me tomorrow."

I chuckled, "Alright, Jesse. Talk to you then." I said and hung up the phone before he could say anything else. "I'm sorry about that," I said to Aubrey, meaning the phone call.

She chuckled, "That's ok. I take it he was a little surprised that you were with me."

"A little bit," I admitted, laughing.

"I can only imagine. Chloe actually had a similar response when I called her earlier." She said with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

My mouth went dry and my voice was several octaves higher when I asked, "You told Chloe about us?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Yes, she's my best friend, Beca."

Panic was racing through my system. "Did you tell her everything?"

The anger in her eyes died, as understanding come over her. "No, Beca. I wouldn't do that without talking to you about it first. I just told her that we ran into each other at a party and reconnected. And I told her about our date last night. That's all I told her."

"Oh," I said, and I took several deep breaths to calm myself down. "I'm sorry. I overreacted."

"It's alright, Beca. I know this is all new to you. But, you have to trust me. I won't do or say something that will hurt you," she said gently.

"Thanks, Aubrey. I do trust you. I just panicked because Chloe was the first girl I had a crush on after I realized I was gay," I explained quietly, unable to meet my girlfriend's gaze.

Her chuckle shocked me enough to make me look back at her. "Mine, too. I had a crush on her all through college."

"Really?" I asked surprised.

"Yeah, totes." She said wrinkling her nose at me. I laughed, recognizing Chloe's signature phrase. Aubrey's laughter joined my own. After a minute she sobered and met my gaze, worry now evident in her eyes. "Beca, Chloe's going to ask eventually. She doesn't like it, but she knows about my career and she's going to wonder how you feel about it. Especially, since she's mentioned coming to visit next month. She'll want to see you when she's here."

The laughed died in my throat. I fought back the panic that wanted to set in again and forced myself to think. I hadn't actually seen Chloe in over two years and that was only briefly, when she congratulated the Bellas on our ICCA win. I looked into Aubrey's eyes and saw that she was waiting patiently for me to make up my mind. Her own warring emotions were evident in their depths, but she held back from expressing them for my sake. I thought back over the past 48 hours and I realized that the answer was simple. The panic dissipated and I smiled. "I'm yours," I said simply, and for me it had become that simple.

"Beca?" Aubrey asked, as hope rose in her emerald eyes.

"Tell her. You'll protect me if she reacts badly." I said, letting her see the trust in my eyes.

"Thank you," she whispered and I knew she was thanking me for my trust in her.

I smiled and shrugged. "I'm yours. Last night, you worked really hard to make sure I knew that. I got the message. But you're also mine, Aubrey. I'm not ashamed of it."

That same look from earlier was back in her eyes. I opened my mouth to ask about it, but she spoke first. "You're extraordinary, Beca. I—How did I get so lucky?"

I smirked, "Well, you intimidated me into giving you the keys to my car, and then spent the next 36ish hours driving me absolutely nuts in all the best ways, until I was absolutely ruined for anyone else, ever."

Her lips lifted into an answering smirk, as she asked, "Absolutely ruined, huh?"

I grinned, "Yeah, pretty much. No one could ever top that."

An evil glint came into her eyes as her voiced dropped into a sexy purr, "Beca, you haven't seen anything yet."

I shuddered and instantly felt myself grow wet. "Maybe, not. But you won't show me tonight. I want you to come home with me. Is that alright? I was hoping to celebrate with my girlfriend tonight, not my mistress."

She smiled, and the predatory side of her gave way to genuine happiness. "I'd love that."

"Me too," I said smiling back at her. I flagged down out server and handed him my credit card.

"Ready to go?" Aubrey asked, amused.

"Yeah, I'm ready to get you home so I can rip that dress off you and ravish you," my voice husky with need.

He eyes darkened in response and she let out a shaky gasp. "Good" was all she said.

When we were in the car, I asked Aubrey about the look she had given me earlier. She sighed. "It's hard to explain."

"It's ok, you don't have to tell me." I said, not wanting to push her.

"No, it's not that. It's just that there are a lot of different types of domme and sub relationships. The best ones are built off mutual trust, which sometimes grows into something more over time. I've experienced a lot over the past several years, but I've never once had a sub who claimed me. You're the only one. That look was because I never knew that I wanted, let alone needed, that from anyone. But I needed to hear it from you, Beca. I've fantasied about a lot of things that I've wanted to do to you and with you, but I never let my fantasies leave the bedroom. But those two words changed that for me. I realized that a part of me has always wanted to hear them. And to have them spoken so matter-of-factly by you, of all people, was more than I could have ever hoped to hear."

I smiled. "Bre, I know this is all new to me, but I've never been happier in my life. I wasn't lying yesterday when I said I need you. This has all happened so fast, but I realized when I was getting ready for our date tonight that I love you. It scares me, and I don't want it to scare you away, but it's the truth. I love both sides of you, and I love the way you make me feel, both as your slave and as your girlfriend. I don't know if it's because we knew each other in college, and that made it easier to fall in love so fast. Or if it's because you spent so much effort last night drilling into my head that I'm yours. I don't really care what it is, because it feels right. I'm in love with you, Aubrey."

"Oh, Beca. I love you, too," she said thickly. I glanced over at her and saw a tear run down her smiling cheek. I reached out to gently cup her cheek in my palm before turning back to the road. She leaned her cheek into my hand for a moment before turning her head to place a tender kiss on my palm. I let my fingers trail through her hair for a moment before taking her hand in my own.

After a moment of contented silence, I snorted.

"What?" She asked warily.

I shot a grin at her, before focusing on the road. "I guess it's true about lesbians."

"What?"

I could hear the confusion in her voice and I laughed, "Do you know the joke about lesbians and second dates?"

"No," she said.

"Ok, what does a lesbian bring to a second date?" I asked.

"I don't know," she snapped and I knew she was getting irritated with me, but I finished the joke anyway.

"A U-Haul." I said. She snorted delicately and I knew I was forgiven. I grinned. After a moment, I could feel her eyes on me and I glanced at her. She was studying me intently with one eyebrow raised. "What?" I asked suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"Are you asking to move in with me?" She asked and even though I could hear the mirth in her voice, my hand jerked on the wheel, causing us to swerve in our lane.

"No, not what I meant at all!" I insisted, quickly gripping the wheel with both hands and shifting to sit straighter in my seat.

Aubrey laughed. "I know, Beca. I just couldn't resist."

"Fine," I grumbled, not willing to give in.

She just reached over to lay a soothing hand on my thigh. "I love you."

I relaxed immediately under her touch. "I love you, too."

Author's note: I know, I know. That was too easy, but they needed to say it, so the story could progress in the way that I want it to.