Chapter 10
Riding in the car was a bit of an adventure. Each bump in the road jostled the plug and made me whimper. Each time Aubrey would glance over to see if I was ok, and then would chuckle at the need I'm positive was blazing from my eyes. The first time she did this, I grunted in frustration and shifted restlessly, trying to find a better was to sit that wasn't pressing so heavily against the plug. My mistress reached over and took my hands in hers, rubbing soothing circles with her thumb. Her touch calmed me and I relaxed, resigning myself to the arousal spiraling through me.
My heart began pounding in anticipation when Aubrey pulled into a parking spot and turned off the car. She turned to me, "Are you ready?" I met her eyes and nodded. She grinned, "Good. I'm going to come get you. I'll buckle your cuffs together after you get out of the car." I nodded my understanding, and she hesitated. "You look amazing tonight, Beca. I love you."
I squeezed her fingers and tried to show her with my eyes how much I loved her. She smiled softly and kissed my forehead. I leaned into her for a moment breathing in her familiar scent. Then she got out of the car, using long purposeful strides to come around the front of the car to collect me. I took one deep breath to steel my nerves before she yanked open the door. As she pulled me out of her car, she met my gaze, and I saw the apology in her eyes before they hardened into an annoyed look. She spun me back around and pressed me against the car to clip my cuffs together. Her aggression sent heat shooting to my center, and I was grateful for the gag because it prevented me from grinning and giving away our act. Maybe I would have some fun at the club tonight after all.
When my wrists were connected behind my back, my mistress grabbed the leash and roughly tugged me after her, giving me no choice but to obey. There were a few other people in the parking lot, also heading into the club. My eyes were lowered obediently, but I saw the moment they noticed us from the corner of my eye. They stopped to watch us pass. The feeling of their eyes on us sent waves of desire through me and I had to struggle to suppress the moan that wanted to escape. Aubrey helped by jerking on the leash, which turned the moan into a whimper as I stumbled forward a couple of steps to bring myself closer to her. When we finally reached the door, I meekly held it open for her with my shoulder. She kept hers eyes focused in front of her, her face a perfect mask of anger and frustration, but her fingers trailed across my bare stomach. It was a gentle caress that reminded me that she wasn't actually annoyed with me. I hadn't even realized that I needed the reminder until after the fingers were gone and I was being pulled into the club.
The bouncer didn't stop us, but I could feel the surprised look he gave me when he caught sight of my apparent tear-streaked face. As we made our entrance, all conversation in the vicinity stopped as gradually all eyes slowly turned to look at us. Aubrey paused, and I could feel her shift as she looked over the room. I waited, eyes lowered, my breath growing short at the weight of so many gazes studying me. It was a huge turn on and moisture pooled between my legs. I whimpered into the gag as I clenched convulsively around the plug. Aubrey shot me an annoyed look and dragged me into the crowd. It parted before us, but my mistress did not falter. When we had passed, conversation picked back up, a softly enough that I couldn't make out any words. Near the stage, Aubrey stopped, and I knelt as gracefully as possible without the use of my arms for balance. A pair of shiny red heels the only thing in my immediate line of sight.
"Brianne, I was just looking for you," Aubrey said, in an overly polite tone used to mask her feigned annoyance with me.
As the heels turned to face us, I only had a moment to marvel at Aubrey's acting abilities before I heard the soft gasp come from the other woman. I felt the blush rise unheeded to my cheeks as she stared down at me. Brianne's voice was completely professional as she turned back to my mistress and asked, "Bella, what can I do you for?"
Aubrey huffed letting her annoyance show, "If you still want me to perform tonight, I will need to borrow one of your boys."
Brianne chuckled, "Oh, having some trouble my dear?"
My mistress ground her teeth, growling out, "Not anymore. But my pet has lost the privilege of being in the scene with me. Haven't you, slave?" She said the last to me, giving the leash a tug that pulled me towards her and brought out another whimper. I nodded and Aubrey relaxed the tension on the leash, letting me sink back to sit on my heels.
"Oh dear," Brianne said, a note of amusement in her voice. "Well, I'd be happy to let you use my Bobby. He's been restless recently and I believe that he would benefit from your attentions."
"Excellent. Thank you, Brianne," Aubrey said, her voice pleased. I didn't try to stop the distressed moan from escaping at the sound.
"Oh, she doesn't like that at all, does she?" Brianne asked, clearly enjoying the situation immensely.
"No she doesn't," My mistress replied as she reached down to tilt my chin up with one slender finger. Her green eyes held a hint of the concern she was feeling and I settled back down. I was ok and my mistress could see that in my eyes. She gave my cheek a subtle caress as she turned back to the other woman, saying lightly, "But that's why it's a fitting punishment for my pet."
Brianne chuckled, "I can see that." Then her voice sobered, "But I have to admit that I'm a little sad. I had so hoped to see her on stage tonight."
Aubrey sighed. "Me too," she lied. "But here we are. If she behaves better, she will join me at the Fischer's party next month."
"Not before then?" Brianne asked, pouting.
"No. I don't have any other jobs scheduled before then, and I'm trying to finish my second book, so I don't believe we will make another public appearance before their party," Aubrey explained and I squirmed in disappointment. I really liked going out to the clubs with her and I didn't want to have to wait a month before the next time. My mistress glanced down at me. When she saw that I was looking up at her, she smirked and I knew that she knew what I was thinking. I blushed and lowered my eyes again.
Brianne sighed, "Does that mean I can't entice you to work my ladies night next Friday?"
I froze, waiting for Aubrey's answer. "No, I have a prior engagement that night," she announced, running a hand down my hair to sooth me. I relaxed, leaning carefully into the touch.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Well, I will send Bobby to you when it's time for your scene. Will that work for you?" Brianne asked.
"That will be fine. Thank you," My mistress said politely. She gave a short tug on the leash and I slowly got to my feet. Aubrey offered a hand to help support me as I stood and I hummed appreciatively.
Aubrey led me through the crowd, before finding a seat on one of the couches. She sat on one end with me at her feet. Gradually, people began wandering over to speak with her and I marveled at the command she showed even in a room full of other dominant personalities. It was as though she was a queen at court. When asked, she stuck to her vague story about the reason for my punishment. Expressing her feigned anger at me beautifully, constantly tugging on my collar or gently pulling my hair. The combination of the pitying looks I caught glimpses of from the other subs, the hungry looks I saw from the dommes, and my mistress' touch served to drive me to the point of nearly painful arousal.
I was panting, struggling to calm my aching need after the most recent domme's visit when Stacie joined Aubrey on the couch. I didn't realize it was her until she spoke. "Having fun you guys?" She asked in a voice soft enough that no one else would hear.
I immediately blushed, letting out a frustrated whimper which made both dommes laugh. "We're fine, Stacie," Aubrey said lightly, and I groaned.
"Yeah, I can see that." She said and I could feel her brown eyes on me. I squirmed, my blush deepening.
"It may not seem like it, but Beca is actually enjoying herself. Aren't you, my pet?" Aubrey asked, laying a gentle hand on my shoulder. I shifted awkwardly, not wanting to admit it, but only managing to shift into a position that pressed the butt plug deeper into me. A moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. Aubrey's fingers suddenly trembled on my shoulder and I realized that she was struggling with her own desire as much as I was. I leaned against her, trying to convey my love for her and she fisted her hand in my hair again, twisted my face up to look Stacie in the eye. "Are you enjoying yourself Beca? Answer us," she snapped out. My center clenched in response and I immediately nodded as much as I was able to. Aubrey's fingers immediately gentled in my hair.
Stacie's eyebrows shot up when I met her eyes. "Are you sure?" She asked. I nodded again. "Are the tear streaks real?" She asked me, and I could see the protective glint in her eye. I wanted to smile, but I couldn't with the ball gag in my mouth. I just shook my head. She sucked in a sharp breath and turned to Aubrey. "You really go all out."
"Yes," She answered simply.
"If you do this much staging to avoid a scene, I can't wait to see you guys do a scene for real," Stacie said. Aubrey laughed and I had to swallow hard against the laughter that tried to escape my throat. I knew I wasn't supposed to look like I was enjoying my fake punishment. After a moment, Stacie continued, "No seriously, I've been watching you guys since you came in. If I didn't know any different, I would have bought this act without a shadow of a doubt."
"Thank you, that was what Beca asked for," Aubrey said proudly.
"Beca asked for this?" Stacie asked; surprise evident as she glanced back at me. I shrugged and nodded.
Aubrey chuckled, "Yeah, she did. It's her way of staking her claim over me."
"Oh my God. Remind me never to get on her bad side." Stacie said laughing lightly.
"Probably a good idea," Aubrey said.
"Well, I'll catch you guys later. Don't worry Beca, I'll look out for you during Aubrey's scene." Stacie said, looking down at me.
I nodded, trying to thank her with my eyes. She gave me a small smile before getting up and getting lost in the crowd.
Marcus was the next person to join us. I didn't notice him at first, as I was watching Stacie get swallowed up by the club's patrons. He sat next to Aubrey and cleared his throat before asking, "What on Earth did Beca do to make you this angry, Bella?"
Instantly the blush was back on my cheeks and I stared at the floor. I had hoped he would keep his distance, but I couldn't be that lucky. Aubrey let out an annoyed huff, which I knew was a result of the direct question from Marcus that gave no room to evade. "She mocked me," Aubrey snapped out as though it was the worst offense in the world.
"Really? I didn't take her for the disrespectful type," he replied carefully.
"Yes, she did. My pet has yet to learn not to push the limits when we are alone." Her annoyed voice sent a shiver down my spine.
"I see. Well, she does look lovely like this, even if the gossip is true that she won't be joining you for your scene." Marcus was fishing for more information.
My mistress sighed, "No she won't. She wants it too much. So she will be forced to watch me take someone else." I squirmed, letting out a whimper.
Marcus chuckled. "I love your mean streak, Bella."
"Thank you." Aubrey said appreciatively.
"Well, at least she takes her punishments gracefully." He said and I could hear the smile in his voice.
Aubrey laughed. "Not as well as you might think. She cried through the first part of it." My blush deepened and I hunched my shoulders, feeling embarrassed by the lie. My mistress noticed and fisted her fingers in my hair, forcing me to face Marcus. I completely forgot my embarrassment when I saw his reaction to the full effect of Aubrey's makeup.
"Wow," he said. And I shifted, uncomfortable with the lust that suddenly filled his eyes.
My mistress came to my rescue, by releasing my hair to run a possessive hand down my back. "She's mine, Marcus," she snapped at him, pulling his attention away from me.
"Of course, Bella. I apologize. I won't poach. If you will excuse me," he said hurriedly.
"Sure," Aubrey said graciously. As soon as he was gone, she helped me to my feet and dragged me to a dark corner on the far side of the room, away from prying eyes. "Are you alright, Beca?" I met her eyes, nodding. She let out a long sigh. "I'm sorry about that. I really didn't expect him to act that way." I could hear the self-recrimination in her voice and I longed to wrap my arms around her. I had been uncomfortable in the moment, and I didn't look forward to the next time I saw him at work, but I wasn't upset with her. She had protected me, just as she had promised. I did the only thing I could, I began humming. I couldn't sing to her, but I could hum. As the first notes fell into her ears, she relaxed. She studied my eyes for a moment before asking, "You're really ok?" I nodded, hoping she could see the truth in my eyes.
She smiled at me, but before she could say anything else, a man wearing nothing but a collar and a loincloth approached us, his eyes respectfully down. I acted on instinct and stepped between him and my mistress. He stopped. Without raising his eyes, he said, "I'm Bobby. Mistress Brianne sent me to you." His voice was respectful, but also eager.
My warning growl was cut off in a yelp as my mistress tugged on my leash, yanking me back behind her. I let out a whiny moan, which I hated myself for as soon as it came out of my mouth. "You will behave, my pet," she snarled. The sound of her genuinely angry voice sent a shudder through me, and I did the only thing I could. I knelt, forcing my eyes away from the sight of Aubrey gently reaching out to touch Bobby's chin.
"You'll do well, slave. Did she tell you why she sent you to me?" Aubrey asked the guy.
"Yes, Mistress," he said.
"Good follow me," She told him. Then she yanked on my leash and said, "Come, pet." I struggled to my feet. Aubrey made it easier by subtly leaning into me to help support my weight. I quietly hummed in appreciation and her fingers lightly trailed across my nipples as she moved to the stage. The light touch made heat rush through me. Just before we stepped into the light on the stage, Aubrey slipped the promised handkerchief into my hands, but I was so distracted that I didn't notice where she had pulled it from.
And then we stepped onto the stage. Conversation began to slow as eyes turned towards us. Aubrey turned to Bobby. "Kneel center stage, I have to deal with my pet first."
"Yes, Mistress," He said, obediently kneeling where she directed him.
She yanked me over to the left corner of the stage. "Kneel!" She barked and I lowered to me knees. She bent beside me, buckling my ankle cuffs to my wrist cuffs. The position put added pressure on the plug and I let out a quiet moan, as heat spread through me. Aubrey quietly chuckled, whispering, "I told you I would give you a little pleasure to help you through this." I whimpered. She gently brushed her fingers along my shoulder before taking the leash and turning the collar to clip the leather strap to my cuffs. When she was done she gave me a look that asked if I was ok, I nodded slightly. I couldn't move my head any more than that due to the leash. My mistress smirked at me and my core clenched. I loved being this helpless in front of her.
Then she moved away, and the reality of my situation washed back over me. I whimpered as I realized that in seconds my mistress would be touching someone else. As panicked tears filled my eyes, Aubrey met my gaze. Her eyes were filled the possessive need I had grown to expect with I teased her. It instantly made me wet, forgetting my panic in the sudden onslaught of desire. I moaned, the sound carrying across the stage to her. Instantly her eyes turned predatory and she ordered Bobby to stand, while keeping her eyes locked on mine. The scene that followed brought on a serious case of déjà vu as it reminded me of the scene she had performed during Marcus' party. Like before, my mistress met my gaze every time she picked up a new toy, and we both shared the knowledge that the other was imagining me in Bobby's place. The main difference between this scene and the prior one was that I was unable to look away. I saw every reaction in both my mistress and in Bobby. It was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced. By the time the scene ended, I was so turned on, that my entire body was quivering with need.
Aubrey helped the sub off the stage into his mistress' care before coming back to me and releasing my leash and ankle cuffs. I continuously panted out needy little moans as she helped me to my feet. Jerking on my leash, she pulled me from the stage before turning to ask, "Are you alright?" I nodded, whimpering. I just needed to feel her, and I silently begged her to take me home. She could see some other dommes approaching so she nodded briefly and whispered, "Hang in there, we'll leave soon." I nodded and her eyes turned cold again as she turned to the other dommes.
As Aubrey spoke with them, Stacie came up to stand beside me. "Are you alright?" she asked. I nodded, appreciating her concern. She leaned in and whispered, "You're trembling, Beca. Are you sure you are ok?" I turned to meet her gaze, letting her see the raw need I was feeling. She sucked in a sharp gasp, her eyes widening. "Damn, I take that as a yes." I nodded emphatically making her chuckle softly. "I have to say I'm a bit jealous that you're going home with her, and I don't enjoy the Sapphic pleasures."
I groaned, rolling my eyes at her. She grinned, "I'll clear the way for you guys to leave, but you better call me tomorrow when you aren't gagged so I know you're really ok." I nodded, humming my approval. She gave me one last smile before turning to my mistress and saying, "Bella might I have a private word?"
Aubrey looked at her, glaring when she saw the other brunette standing so close to me. "Fine, excuse us please." She said to the other dommes. They scattered, recognizing the tension radiating between Aubrey and Stacie and wanting to get to a safe distance. Once we were alone, Stacie stepped away from me and walked towards the far side of the club, which just happened to be near the entrance. Her walk was stiff and seemed angry. My mistress shot me a questioning look and I shrugged. She turned to follow in Stacie's wake. Once we reached the other side of the wall, Stacie turned on Aubrey, her entire body radiating anger, but her voice was quiet enough that it didn't reach any ears but ours.
"You need to take Beca home, now. She looks like she's about to spontaneously combust."
Aubrey's eyes widened and she turned immediately to look at me for confirmation. I met her gaze and let out a moan that was so raw and needy that it surprised even me. Her eyes flew ever wider, and for a second she could only gape down at me. Then she turned to Stacie and said. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. I told Beca to call me tomorrow. I want to make sure she's ok when she's able to speak. So, here's my number." She said handing Aubrey a slip of paper.
"Alright, I'll give it to her."
"Great, now I'm going to give you guys a reason to stomp out of here without saying any good-byes. Just remember that I don't mean it, cause I really do prefer riding stick." Aubrey nodded, smirking at Stacie. Stacie raced her voice so it would carry across the crowded club. "Shit, Bella. I don't think you can control her, so if you're not willing to share your little bitch, maybe you should just hand over the leash to someone who can!"
"How dare you, Hunter! I have things perfectly under control. She belongs to me, and I will not tolerate anyone trying to poach my property!" Aubrey growled, making sure it was just loud enough to reach the nearest patrons, who turned in our direction falling silent to watch the drama unfold. I nearly snorted at Aubrey's nickname for Stacie, but I just barely managed to retain my composure, forcing my shoulders to slump.
"Like Hell you do! Just wait, she'll come crawling to me begging for a real domme!" Stacie yelled.
Aubrey advanced on Stacie, pinning her to the wall. "You wouldn't know a real domme if you were tied up and kneeling to one, you bitch!"
Stacie let out a strange little gurgle as she tried to hold back the laughter that wanted to bubble out, and Aubrey spun around barking, "Come on, we're leaving," before tugging me out the door. I stumbled along behind her, keeping my head down because I couldn't hide the amusement in my eyes. I did manage to keep from actually laughing, at least until we were a block away and Aubrey pulled into a parking lot to finally remove my gag. And then we both burst out laughing.
When our laughter subsided into sporadic giggles, Aubrey turned to me. "Are you alright, Beca?"
"If you don't get your hands on me soon, I may scream, but otherwise I'm fine, Mistress," I answered honestly.
Her eyes immediately darkened with possessive desire, causing heat to shoot through me. "That can be arranged, my pet," she said huskily.
I didn't know if she meant me screaming or having her hands on me, so I simply replied, "Yes, Mistress." She smirked and pulled back out into traffic.
The second we were inside her house, Aubrey roughly pushed me against the door leading into her garage and shoved three fingers into my dripping core. I came instantly, flooding her hand with the release that had built up inside me over the long night. As soon as my inner walls relaxed enough for her to move her fingers, she began thrusting them inside me, causing a second orgasm to begin building immediately. Her hand slid down my back to rub lightly against the base of the plug. It pushed me back over the edge, and I screamed out my release.
When I came back to myself, my legs were trembling so badly that Aubrey was fully supporting my weight. She was too impatient for me to regain enough control to walk on my own and she picked me up and carried my into the playroom. She carefully removed the plug, making me gasp as it left me empty. I was still desperate for her, and was thrilled that she apparently wasn't finished with me. She removed the stiff collar and handed me my usual collar as she moved over to her cabinet. I buckled my collar into place and she came back, dumping several things onto the bed. She ordered me to strip, and she used quick efficient movements to remove her own clothing.
After we were both naked, she used the cuffs I was still wearing to tie me spread eagle to the bed. Then she looked down at me, possessive hunger blazing from her green eyes. "Who do you belong to?"
"I belong to you, Mistress."
She smiled. "And I belong to you. Do you know how turned on I was tonight, watching you helpless to do anything but watch me perform that scene?"
"Yes, Mistress," I answered honestly.
"Did it turn you on?"
"You know it did, Mistress."
She nodded, "Yes, and if I had more patience, I'd reenact it now, with you tied up under my hands." I moaned at the thought and Aubrey smirked. "But I don't have that kind of patience, so I will give you pleasure, while you pleasure me. Do you have a problem with that?"
"No, Mistress. Please let me pleasure you," I said, whimpering.
"Oh you will, my pet. Come as many times as you want tonight. You have more than earned it." She said, moving down to the toys she had gathered.
"Thank you, Mistress."
She didn't respond as she lubed up the remote vibrator that she had used on my first morning in her house. She slipped it inside my core and I groaned, feeling it fill me. Then she buckled the harness over my hips, to keep it in place. "Does that feel good, Beca?"
"Yes, Mistress," I answered, feeling myself clench rhythmically around it in anticipation of it being turned on.
"Good." She said climbing up to straddle my face. The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, driving my own desire even higher as I realized just how wet she was. She slowly lowered herself onto my waiting mouth. I moaned at the first taste of her, drawing out a groan from her. I licked through her folds so I could circle my tongue around her clit. She let out a moan and turned on the vibrator. It instantly began moving inside me and I moaned into her center. I forced my attention away from the building pleasure in my core and focused on my mistress' pleasure. I was so focused on pleasing her that I didn't notice myself falling into my sub-trance.
It wasn't until Aubrey crawled off me after her third orgasm that I realized I had no idea if I had even come while I was eating her out. I licked the taste of her off my lips and smiled placidly at her, feeling utterly satisfied, regardless of whether or not I had come. The vibrator's movements halted within me and my mistress removed the harness and phallus from me. "Thank you, Mistress," I said dreamily.
Her eyes snapped up to look at me, widening when she saw the tranquility on my face. She reached up to lovingly caress my cheek. Pleasure filled her eyes as she overcame the surprise at seeing me in the trance. "I would like to try something while you're trancing. Is that ok, Beca?" She asked, and I could hear the slight hesitation in her voice.
"Do whatever you like, Mistress. I am yours," I said wanting to erase any concerns she felt.
She smiled softly. "Alright, I'll be right back."
"Ok," I said, relaxing against the soft mattress.
She moved over to her cabinet and came back with a two pronged dildo, lube and canvas straps. I studied it with mild curiosity. And she explained, "It's for double penetration. Is that ok?"
"Yes, Mistress," I answered.
"Good," She said as she untied my ankles. She directed me to bend my knees and placed a pillow under my hips. Then she connected the straps to my ankle cuffs and attached them to the headboard, leaving me completely open to her. Moisture pooled between my spread thighs, but I placidly waited for her touch. My mistress watched me while she lubed both ends of the dildo. As I patiently met her gaze, a realization came to me. We'd never continued playing after I fell into my trance. My mistress always stopped, and we made love, but nothing more than that. The realization brought new clarity to my mind. My mistress was about to claim the tranced version of me. The idea made me smile. My mistress noticed and asked, "What is it, love?"
"You haven't claimed my trance as your own, Mistress," I said.
She gave me a puzzled look, "What do you mean?"
I struggled to find the right words to explain myself. It was difficult through the tranquility clouding my mind. "You always stop and make gentle love to me when I trance. But you're not tonight. You're claiming this last part of me as your pet, tonight."
Understanding dawned in her eyes. "I hadn't realized. But you're right."
I smiled, "You own all of me, I am yours."
She smiled, "Yes, you are. Do you want me to claim this part of you, my pet?"
"More than anything, Mistress," I answered immediately, not needing to think about it.
"Good, now relax and let me in," she said, placing the dildo between my legs.
"Yes, Mistress," I said, letting my head fall back on the pillow.
The lubed tips pushed against both my holes and I moaned as they slowly slid into me. I moaned again, feeling myself completely filled from both sides. My mistress slowly began to slide in and out of me, gradually picking up speed. As I opened for her, accepting the double penetration, I slide deeper into the trance, which only heightened my arousal. In seconds, my muscles clamped around both parts of the dildo and I shuddered, coming harder than I ever had before. My mistress didn't falter, she continued to plunge into me and a second orgasm slammed into me before the first had completely died away. I screamed out, "Mistress Bella, I'm yours." Which only made her thrust faster, and my voice broke as I yelled, "I belong to you, Bella. I'm yours" and the third orgasm shot through me.
Tears ran down my cheeks at the intensity of the orgasms and my mistress pulled the dildo from me. "Come for me again, my pet," my mistress demanded and my body obeyed before the words had processed in my mind. "Who do you belong to?
"I belong to you, Bella," I said, coming yet again, and spiraling ever deeper into the trance. My mistress released my bonds, roughly flipping my body over before reattaching my wrists to the head board. She pulled my hips up and slammed the double ended dildo back into me. I came again, submitting to her harsh treatment of my body.
"Say is again, my pet." She said, continuing to thrust into me.
"I belong to you, Bella!" I screamed out as another release washed through me.
"Come again, now!" She demanded and I did.
In seconds, I was so deep in my trance that I was aware of nothing except my mistress' orders and her touch. My body responded to her automatically and I felt nothing but blissful ecstasy. Long into the wee hours of the morning, my mistress brought my body to release with wonderful torments, while my mind floated in the trance. I have no idea what other toys she used on me, I only have a vague recollection of her moving between the cabinet and the bed repeatedly.
It was afternoon when we woke and I was still deep in my trance. I curled into her side, uninterested in anything but the safety of my mistress' arms. She gently caressed my skin.
"Good morning, Beca."
"Good morning, Mistress Bella." I said languidly.
"How do you feel this morning?" She asked softly, and I could hear concern in her voice.
I shifted to look up at her. "I feel amazing, Mistress." I said, not noticing the protesting ache coming from my body.
She looked down at me in wonder. "Are you still in your trance?" I nodded, not feeling the need to form words. "Oh my God," she said stunned.
I smiled. "You claimed me, Mistress."
"I know, but I've never heard of anyone staying this deep even after sleeping."
I shrugged, "But I'm yours, Mistress." In the back of my mind a small voice whispered that this wasn't normal, but I was too happy to pay any attention to it. Instead, I asked, "May I make you breakfast, Mistress?" I knew that she would probably be hungry, so I should take care of her. She studied me, her eyes more worried than I liked. But I didn't know what I could do to erase that worry, so I waited for her answer.
Eventually she said, "That would be wonderful. Thank you, my pet."
I grinned and rolled over to jump out of bed. As I did so two things happened at the same time. First, I realized that we were in her bedroom and I had no idea how or when we had moved. And second, the aches from a long night of being fucked in every way possible made themselves known with a vengeance. I gasped, immediately falling out of my trance as my legs gave out and I fell to my knees on the floor.
Aubrey was at my side in an instant. "Beca, are you alright?"
I quickly took stock and nodded. "Yeah, I'm ok. Just really sore. What the hell did we do last night?" I asked, trying to make sense of my hazy memories.
She studied me. "You don't remember?"
"Not much. Everything is kind of blurry. All I remember clearly is the feeling of your hands on me and ecstasy," I said honestly.
She bit her lip nervously before saying, "You went really deeply into your trance. Do you remember telling me that I hadn't claimed that part of you?"
"Yeah, I remember that part and the first few orgasms after it, but things got hazy after you flipped me over." I said.
"Ok. How do you feel about that?" She asked, her voice sounding a little desperate.
I met her worried green eyes and smiled. "I'm good, Bre. But I don't think I'll have a problem falling into the trance ever again. It's weird but I can feel it. It's completely tied up in the thought of submitting to you now."
"Seriously?"
I chuckled, "Yeah, try me."
She gave me a reluctant look. "I don't know if that's a good idea."
I briefly thought about asking her, but then realized that the best way to get her to make me submit was by pushing her buttons. So, I smirked, "Maybe Stacie was right last night after all."
Aubrey's eyes instantly narrowed. "I know what you're doing, Beca. It's not going to work."
I ignored her annoyance and pushed myself to me feet, biting back the groan that tried to escape. I looked down at her, smirking for a moment before turning to leave the room. I lightly called over my shoulder, "I'm just going to find her number and give her a call."
Because my back was to her, I didn't see her rise and race across the room. She flipped me around and slammed my back against the closed bedroom door. My mistress snarled, "You belong to me. You will not call another domme without my permission while you wear my collar." She glared down at me, the possessive heat in her eyes making my knees weak. I forced the smirk back onto my face as I met her gaze defiantly.
"Make me, Aubrey." I said, daring her to push back.
She took the bait, closing her mouth over my collarbone, biting into the tender flesh as she shoved two fingers inside me. I shuddered under her, immediately submitting to her touch and the trance slid back over me. I moaned and she eased the pressure of her teeth, licking the spot to sooth it before sucking hard against my collar bone. My knees gave out, further impaling me on her fingers. She shifted to allow her long digits to begin roughly plunging into me. Heat raced through me and I shuddered out my release saying, "I belong to you, Mistress. I'm yours, Bella. I'm yours."
She pulled out of me and slowly raised wide eyes to meet my dreamy stare. I smiled placidly. "Oh my God," she whispered, stepping back from me in shock. I slumped to my knees before her, awaiting her next command in sheer bliss.
She knelt next to me, lifting my chin to look into my eyes. "You were right, my pet."
I smiled, "I know, Mistress."
She hesitated and then asked, "Can you come back now?"
It took a moment for the words to filter through the tranquil haze of my mind, but when they did, I blinked and pushed back the trance. "Yes, Mistress," I answered, grinning.
She relaxed. "God, Beca you scare me sometimes."
"I'm sorry," I said, even though I really wasn't.
Her eyes narrowed and she let out a small exasperated huff, before she pulled me to my feet. I groaned as my aches and pains reawakened. Her eyes softened, "How sore are you?"
I shifted, "Pretty sore," I admitted.
"Alright, well I'm going to run you a bath to let you soak out some of those aches while I make up some lunch."
"Thanks, Mistress," I said appreciatively.
"You're welcome, Beca."
While I was in the bath, Aubrey brought me some painkillers, a glass of water and a cup of coffee. "Thanks," I said smiling at her thoughtfulness.
"You're welcome. Now just relax," she said returning my smile.
"I can do that," I said and she left the room.
The soak in the tub did wonders and the aches subsided enough for me to be able to move easily. When I got out of the tub, I washed away the remnants of my makeup from the previous night and studied the hickey blooming on my collarbone. I smiled, liking the fact that I had pushed Aubrey into marking me this morning. I shrugged into my bathrobe and headed into the kitchen.
After we ate I called Stacie, with Aubrey's permission.
"Hello?" She said when she answered on the third ring.
"Stacie, it's Beca," I replied.
"Oh, Beca. How are you?" She asked, concern evident in her voice.
I chuckled, "I'm ok. A little sore, but otherwise I'm good."
She laughed, "Good. I was worried. Is Aubrey mad at me?" She asked.
I turned to Aubrey, not bothering to move the phone away from my mouth as I said, "Stacie wants to know if you're mad at her." Aubrey laughed and held out her hand for the phone. I gave it to her.
"This is Aubrey, I'm not mad at you, Stacie," she said into the phone. "No, I was just trying not to laugh…Yeah, I know," she met my eyes and smiled brilliantly. "No Stacie, I love, Beca with everything I am, I'm not going to hurt her…Yes…Of course. I'll make sure you get an invite…Thank you for watching out for her last night…Ok, here's Beca." She finished handing the phone back over. I gave her a quizzical look, but she just smiled mischievously.
"Hey, I'm back," I said to Stacie
"So, Posen loves you. What's that like?"
I laughed. "It's amazing Stacie. I love her too, you know," I said smiling at Aubrey, who returned the smile.
"That's adorable," Stacie said dryly.
I huffed, "I'm not adorable." Aubrey grinned at me and I rolled my eyes. Wanting to change the subject, I asked, "So, what are you getting an invite for?"
"The Fischer's party next month. I'm dying to see you guys in action," she said unabashedly.
I groaned, "Well, I guess you earned it after last night."
"Yes, I did," She said cheerily.
"Oh, before I forget. Do you have plans for next Friday?" I asked.
"Not yet, what's up?"
"I'm DJing the grand opening of a new club called Tanssi. I'll put you on the guest list."
"Oh, my God! I've heard about it. It's supposed to be the hottest new club in LA. How the Hell did you manage to swing that?"
I chuckled, "I owe it all to Aubrey."
"Wow, well, I'll totally be there. Fuck Aubrey for me in thanks," Stacie said teasingly.
"Grosse," was all I could say.
Stacie laughed. "Alright, well, I'm glad you're ok. I'll let you go. See you Friday."
"See you then, nerd," I said and hung up the phone.
Aubrey grinned, "That was really nice of you."
I shrugged. "She's a good friend, and after last night, she definitely deserves it."
Aubrey pulled me into a hug. "I agree," She said before claiming my lips in a soft loving kiss.
I called Danny next and we made plans to meet for dinner and drinks at Madeo. Aubrey was adorably nervous the entire time I was on the phone with him, but I didn't tease her. When I hung up the phone I wrapped my arms around her and said, "It's ok, love. Danny's really down-to-earth. You'll really like him, I promise. And he's going to love you."
She nodded and smiled. "Alright. I trust you."