Chapter 19

The next day, Aubrey called Mistress Sarah. She told her about running into the butch at the bondage shop and the challenge she had made. Aubrey then asked Sarah to discretely contact the guests from the previous night to keep quiet about our performance. Neither Aubrey nor I wanted to scare off the butch. Mistress Sarah agreed to help spread the word.

Once Aubrey hung up the phone, I asked, "So, if the butch shows up on the 12th, what will happen?"

Aubrey immediately tensed and looked nervous. She looked down at me, where I was cuddling against her side on the couch, and said, "That depends, Beca. How far are you willing to let it go?"

I almost just told her that I trusted her, but I stopped when I realized that it was a question I needed to answer truthfully. Not that I didn't trust her, but we needed an honest discussion about both of our limits. So, I thought about it before answering. "I don't want to be completely tied up. I don't trust her enough to be at her mercy."

Aubrey nodded, "Alright. I would agree with that." She relaxed as she said it and I smiled at her. She returned the smile for a moment before she turned serious again. "What about just having your wrists bound?"

Again, I took my time in answering, and Aubrey waited patiently. Eventually, I nodded. "That would be ok as long as they aren't secured to anything else."

She nodded again, "And punishments?"

"I don't want her to leave any lasting marks, but I wouldn't mind the flogger or crop. But no bare-handed spanking. I don't want her filthy hands on me," I said after taking the time to consider.

Aubrey smiled slightly. "I agree, but these rules would also apply to me for the purposes on the competition."

I smiled, "I know, Mistress, but you may touch me in any way you want before and after the challenge."

Aubrey grinned and pulled me possessively against her. I moaned, turned on by her aggression. She relaxed slightly and softly said, "I don't want her hands on you either, but to be fair, she will probably need to touch you at least a little as submission isn't just about the punishments."

I bit my lip and looked away. I hadn't thought about that part. The thought of her touching me disgusted me, but my mistress was right. "How about, no touching anywhere that is covered by clothing?"

"Will you let me pick out your outfit for that night?" Aubrey demanded in such a way that it wasn't really a question, but I answered anyway.

"Yes, Mistress. But it will need to have enough skin showing that she won't feel that we're cheating."

"I know, but you are mine and I won't have her touching you on any of your privates. Those are only for my pleasure," She stated coldly and I looked up to see that her eyes had filled with possessive jealousy.

I pressed myself more fully against her and said, "I belong to you, Mistress Bella. I serve your pleasures." Her expression softened slightly, but not enough for us to continue this conversation for much longer. In a soft voice, I voiced the final rule that neither of us had yet mentioned. "You will need to remove my collar for the duration of the competition.

Instantly, jealous rage flooded her eyes and I found myself pinned under her on the couch before I even realized she had moved. She bit down on my neck and snarled, "You are mine!"

I whimpered, "Yes, Mistress. I am yours." I was instantly on the edge of orgasm, but I forced my body to relax under her, waiting for what she would do next.

My submission seemed to calm her and she sat back and apologized, "I'm sorry, Beca. You're right. It will be hard to see you without it in that setting, but I trust you."

I sat up and cupped her cheek. "I know, Mistress. But I will wear my new wrist cuffs so you will be reminded that I belong to you. Will that help?"

She kissed my palm before looking down at the metal cuffs I was still wearing. She smiled and said, "Yes, love. It will help."

I grinned, "Good, now may I ask a favor of you, Mistress?"

Her eyebrow went up and she said, "Sure."

I intentionally lowered my eyes, and adopted my most submission posture, "Then Mistress, will you please take me to your playroom and remind me how much I belong to you?"

I could feel the full weight of her possessive dominance even before she jerked on the collar and pulled me to her. I shuddered, but stayed passive as she dragged me down the hall. My mistress spent the rest of the day playing out delicious tortures on my body and I lost track of the number of times she made me scream out that I belonged to her.

True to her word, Aubrey picked out an outfit for me to wear for the dominance battle that exposed enough skin to be fair, but still kept me well covered. We were both subdued as I pulled on the leather bra, lacy underwear and short pleated leather skirt. Aubrey then did my makeup and I grinned when I saw the doe-eyed innocent effect she had managed to create. For her part, Aubrey was dressed in her most severe dominatrix look. Just looking at her was enough to make me wet with desire. When Aubrey noticed, she smirked at me and I blushed.

As soon as we walked into the club it was apparent that word had spread about the upcoming challenge. The entire club was packed with people. Eyes turned to us as we entered, but Aubrey ignored them as she led me through the crowd. She stopped when she found the manager, Mistress Brianne. "Hello, Brianne, busy night tonight," Aubrey said in a casual voice and I had to bite back a grin.

The manager turned to us and grinned, "Yes, I believe I have you to thank for that."

Aubrey smiled in return. "Actually, I think you should thank, Beca. She is apparently irresistible."

Mistress Brianne turned to me and I blushed. "Thank you, Beca," she said kindly.

"You're welcome, Mistress Brianne," I said, lowering my eyes.

She turned back to Aubrey and asked, "Do you think she will actually show up?"

Aubrey smirked, "Yes, I don't think her pride will allow her to back down gracefully from this challenge."

"Good," the other mistress said and I could hear the delight in her voice. "So what can I do to help?"

Aubrey turned to me and lifted my chin so I would meet her gaze. "Would you mind terribly if I put you on display until that butch shows up?" she asked nervously.

"No, Mistress," I answered immediately, feeling aroused by the thought. "I will do whatever pleases you."

She grinned before turning back to the manager. "Do you still have your cage?"

Mistress Brianne immediately began to grin. "Of course, Bella. Where would you like it?"

"Would it be too much trouble to put it on the stage? I'd like my pet to been seen the moment the butch enters," Aubrey said with a smirk.

The other domme laughed, "Of course. Give me a few minutes and once your pet is in place, come find me. I will mediate this challenge and I would like to go over your rules before we start."

"Of course. Thank you, Brianne," Aubrey said gratefully. The manager waved off the thanks and hurried to the bar to begin issuing orders. Aubrey turned to me and asked, "Is this ok, Beca?"

I grinned, "It's genius."

Aubrey returned the grin. "Thanks, love."

"You're welcome, Mistress," I replied.

Fifteen minutes later, I found myself locked in a cage that had been situated on one side of the stage by two of the club's bouncers. I watched as Aubrey spoke quietly with Mistress Brianne. They both shot glances over at me several times and I just smiled at them. A few minutes later, I saw Stacie come in with Jesse. Her eyes widened in surprise when she noticed me and she quickly made a beeline over to the stage.

"What's going on, Beca?" she asked as soon as she was close enough for me to hear.

I grinned down at her and explained the situation. Stacie and Jesse were both laughing by the time I was done.

"That bitch has no idea what she's doing, does she?" Stacie asked.

"Nope, but it's going to be fun to watch her try," I said mischievously.

My obvious glee made Stacie pause and give me a strange look. I lifted an eyebrow and she shook her head. "I just never want to get on either yours or Aubrey's bad side. You guys are malicious."

I chuckled, "True, but we like you Stacie. You're safe from our wrath."

Aubrey had made her way back over to us and she asked, "What about our wrath?"

Stacie turned to her and explained, "Your pet was just reminding me to never get between the two of you."

Aubrey laughed, "That's true."

I felt a weighted gaze fall on me and I looked up to see Marcus staring at me and I blushed. He began to make his way towards our small group, but Mistress Brianne cut him off. I think she was explaining the situation to him and after a moment he glanced back over at me before nodding in agreement to whatever the other domme had said. He joined us a few minutes later.

By way of greeting, he said, "Brianne has explained the situation to me and asked that I help keep things civil."

Aubrey relaxed noticeably, and turned to him with a smile. "Thank you, Marcus."

"It's no problem," he said, smiling fondly at us.

I noticed a disturbance by the door and looked up to meet the butch's eyes across the room. I tensed and softly said, "She's here." Everyone turned to watch as the butch made her way to us, followed by several people who had obviously arrived with her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Aubrey adopt a deceptively relaxed posture. She smirked at the butch as she approached.

"Look at this, she's all wrapped up for me like a present," the butch said smirking at Aubrey.

"This was just to make sure we started on even footing," Aubrey said, returning the smirk. "I see that you haven't learned your lesson about poaching another domme's property."

The woman glared at Aubrey. "I asked around about you. Apparently, you're just a bitch for hire. Well, I think your career is about to end, Bella."

I had to grit my teeth at the butch's insult to prevent myself from spewing out the insults I wanted to say. Instead, I lowered my eyes and adopted a submissive posture, trusting Aubrey to take care of it. She just laughed at the other domme and said, "If that's what you think, then we should do this properly. We can hold this little challenge on the stage in full view of the rest of the club."

"Fine, but when I've made your little bitch kneel, you will regret turning this into a public scene," she snarled.

Aubrey gave the other an evil grin, "Fine. Marcus, will you please ask Mistress Brianne to join us. I believe she will want to referee this little battle."

"Of course, Bella," Marcus agreed smoothly, walking away.

The butch gave Aubrey a questioning look. "Brianne is the manager of this club," Aubrey explained.

"Perfect, I will enjoy humiliating you in front of your boss," the butch said with a grin.

Aubrey didn't respond, she just stepped up onto the stage and opened the cage. She looked into my eyes for a minute, silently asking if I was ok. I nodded and stepped out of the cage. The butch immediately stepped onto the stage, putting me between herself and Aubrey.

When Marcus and Brianne joined us a moment later she quietly asked for the butch's name, before turning to the gathered audience. She raised her voice to be heard throughout the room. "We have a special treat for you all tonight. Mistress Bella and Mistress Alex are going to battle for the submissive, Beca." She paused as the audience cheered. She turned to the two dommes and said, "Here are the rules: You may not touch each other. You will only touch the slave on her exposed skin. No punishment may leave any mark on the sub that would last past this evening. You may bind her wrists together, but she is not to be bound in any other way. The first to make the slave kneel and accept a collar is the winner and will own all rights to the submissive. Do you both agree?"

"Yes, Brianne," Aubrey said immediately.

Alex took another moment as she thought about her options before she said, "I agree."

Brianne turned to me, "Beca, what is your safe word?"

"It's red, Mistress," I said projecting to be heard throughout the room.

Brianne nodded and turned back to Aubrey and Alex, "Did you hear that?" They both nodded and she continued, "If the slave uses her safe word, you will immediately stop what you are doing. If you don't, you will be removed from the club and never allowed to return. Do you understand?" They both indicated that they did, and Brianne gestured to a table that had been brought onto the stage. "Good, now these are the toys you may use for this challenge. Do either of you have any questions?" Neither of them did and Brianne issued her final order. "Please place your collars on the table and you may begin. This will only end when Beca kneels, or you both admit defeat and you each lose any claim on her."

Alex moved to the table first, pulling a leather collar from her back pocket to set it down. Aubrey stepped up to me and whispered, "I love you, Beca," as she unbuckled my collar.

I immediately felt naked without it, but I steeled my spine and whispered, "I love you too, Bre."

Aubrey gave me a small smile before turning to place her collar on the table. I moved to stand in the center of the stage watching both dommes, my head held high. I knew how this was going to end, but I was a little nervous about what would happen before then. Alex turned away from her perusal of the items on the table to study me. Her eyes narrowed when I met her gaze, but she hesitated.

Aubrey watched her for a moment before she said, "Alex, you claimed that true submission comes from a slave being without restraints, now's your chance to prove your statement true." I knew she was baiting the other domme and I had to struggle to keep the smirk from my face.

The butch glared at Aubrey, but she strode over to me, turning the glare on me. I gazed up into her eyes and she snarled, "Kneel slave."

"No," I said smirking at her.

Her eyes darkened, but her voice had taken on a soft and seductive tone as she said, "If you kneel to me, I will give you more pleasure than you've ever imagined."

I didn't bother to answer; I just turned my back on her so that I was now facing the audience. She let out an angry little growl and I felt Aubrey step up next to me. She reached out and gently stroked one finger down my bare neck. The touch sent a shiver through me as my body recognized her caress.

"Kneel, my pet," she purred in my ear. I gritted my teeth against the whimper that wanted to escape. Instead, I focused on the crowd. I was surprised to see that I recognized several of the people from the Fischer party. They were all grinning, obviously waiting for the inevitable to happen. Mistress Sarah caught my eye and winked. I smirked in response and settled in to wait for whatever would happen next.

After that, Alex and Aubrey seemed to take turns, gently caressing my bare skin and urging me to submit to them. I could tell that Aubrey was letting the butch lead this charade, and several times, I had to fight with myself to keep from kneeling for her. I knew she wasn't ready for that as we both wanted to thoroughly humiliate the arrogant butch, but it was still hard. Alex lost patience with the gentle touches first and she grabbed the riding crop. I grunted under the sharp blows that began to rain down on me as she circled my body.

"If you submit to me, I will stop," she said after a few minutes.

I just smirked at her in response, crossing my arms in front of me. Her eyes blazed with anger and she landed a sharp blow on my breast. I gasped at the sudden pain, but I quickly brought myself back under control and let my hands fall to my sides. I rolled my shoulders back to better present my breasts for her. She took the bait and smacked my other breast with the crop. I didn't even flinch. Immediately, I felt the sting of the flogger on my back and I jerked forward slightly. Alex glared at Aubrey, obviously thinking that she had been getting through to me. However, Alex backed off and let Aubrey have her turn. I had just enough time before the second blow to land to regain my control. I remained stoic under her flogging. At some point, she closed the distance between us and demanded that I submit.

"No, Bella," I said defiantly.

She leaned in closer so I could hear her soft chuckle. Part of me relaxed, knowing that she was enjoying this. She covered the movement by gripping my wrists and buckling the cuffs together behind me. Then she paced around me and looked into my eyes as she brought the flogger down across my breasts. I could see the possessiveness in her eyes, but they were also amused and I gave her a small smile when she stepped between me and the crowd.

Alex stepped up behind me and fisted a hand in my hair. She used her free hand to wrap an arm around my stomach and pull me against her. She growled, "Kneel, slave. You will belong to me."

"No," I said again, and her hand tightened in my hair, pulling my head back.

"I can do more for you than that blonde beauty queen. Submit and I will make sure you forget her every touch," she stated.

I nearly lost my temper at that, but I managed to keep myself under control. Aubrey however was another matter. Her immediate possessive fury hit me like a wave of heat coming from the other side of the stage and I gasped. Alex's grip tightened and I think she thought that she had won. But Aubrey stepped up in front of us, glaring down at me with the full force of her dominant will. My eyes immediately lowered submissively and I went limp in the butch's arms. Alex must have looked into Aubrey's eyes because she gasped and released me. I instantly sank to my knees before my mistress, lowering to kiss her boots. She fisted a hand in my hair and pulled me up to my knees. I obeyed her unspoken command when she released my hair and stayed in place as she buckled her collar back into place. I closed my eyes as the collar brought the familiar promise of safety and love.

"Who do you belong you, Beca?" She demanded triumphantly.

"I belong to you, Mistress Bella," I answered immediately, feeling the trance fall over me as I completely submitted to her.

"Look at me, my pet," my mistress ordered and I looked up, smiling dreamily. I vaguely noticed that she had taken a small step to the side to give the audience a clear view of my trance. Distantly, I heard the crowd's surprised reactions, but I ignored it as I waited for my mistress' next order. She looked behind me and said, "Alex, come look at true submission."

I felt the butch move up to my other side and I turned to her. She was glaring down at me, but when she noticed my dreamy smile, her eyes widened in shock. My mistress drew her attention away from me and I saw the moment when her shock dissolved in the realization that we had humiliated her. Her eyes turned angry and she looked like she wanted to punch my mistress. I was on my feet standing between them before my fuzzy mind had even processed what I had seen in the butch. My mistress put a hand on my shoulder and I curled into her. Her hand lowered to hold me possessively against her as she coldly said, "Maybe next time you will head the warnings and not try to steal someone else's property."

"You staged this farce," the butch growled.

My mistress laughed, "It doesn't matter whether I did or not. Beca is mine. You never had a chance. But I gave you the opportunity to back out of this gracefully. You didn't take it."

"You bitch!" Alex bellowed advancing on us.

The insult drove away the trance and I stepped away from Aubrey. "You will not insult my mistress again. You lost, get over it," I said in a dangerously calm voice.

The butch glared down at me. "You're not really submissive. No true submissive would take punishment like I gave you tonight without submitting."

I laughed. "You saw me submit. It only took one look from a real domme to make me kneel."

I saw the intention in her eyes a split second before she moved and I could have avoided the fist that plowed into my face, but I chose not to. I regretted it immediately as the blow landed much harder than I anticipated and I collapsed onto the stage floor. Aubrey rushed towards Alex, but Marcus was able to step between them before she reached the butch. The club's bouncers surrounded Alex and ushered her from the club.

Brianne called after them, "You are banned from this club for life. Do not return or I will immediately contact the police." Alex didn't acknowledge if she had heard the warning.

As soon as the butch was off the stage, Aubrey's fury faded enough for worry to leak through and she crouched by my side and asked, "Are you ok, Beca?"

My face was throbbing viciously and I had no idea if anything was broken because my hands were still cuffed behind my back. I looked up at Aubrey and tried not to grimace. "I don't know. Can you release my hands?"

Horror filled her eyes and she immediately reached down to unclip my cuffs. "Yeah, love. I'm so sorry," she said softly.

I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me and I lay back down. "Shit," I moaned. I finally reached up and carefully inspected the damage to my face. I sighed in relief, nothing felt broken. She had hit me on the cheek, and I knew I would at least get a black eye from it.

Aubrey watched me closely, the first tears spilling down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, Beca. I shouldn't have egged her on. This is all my fault."

I shifted, so I could curl myself into her arms. "It's ok, Bre. I'll be fine. I just need a minute to regain my balance, and maybe an ice pack for the swelling," I said as soothingly as I could.

She gasped and looked down to see that my cheek had begun to rapidly swell. She looked around in panic, but Stacie was there, shoving a bag of ice into Aubrey's hand. "Thanks," she told the brunette absently, as she carefully pressed the ice against my aching cheek.

I winced, but when Aubrey began to pull away, I put my hand on her arm to stop her. "It's ok, Bre. Just be gentle," I told her.

She studied me for a moment before nodding and she lightly set the ice back against my cheek. "Alright, love. Just relax."

I gave her a small smile before looking past her to where Stacie, Jesse and Marcus were hovering. "I'm ok, you guys. Really, I am, but I won't complain if one of you finds me an aspirin." Their expressions softened, and Jesse all out grinned.

"Dude, you can really take a hit. That was nice," he said with a laugh.

I rolled my eyes at him, but Stacie and Marcus both turned to glare at him. Jesse immediately sobered and decided to go find me some pain killers. I would have thought that Aubrey hadn't heard him since she didn't turn to glare at him, but I could feel her stiffen against me. I reached out to gently trace her cheek with my finger. "He's just kidding, honey." She bit her lips and nodded her understanding as a fresh wave of tears spilled down her cheeks. I wiped them away and sat up to pull her in for a kiss.

She melted into the kiss. After a moment she pulled back and apologized again. "I'm so sorry, Beca."

"Really, it's fine. But will you please take me home? We have a victory to celebrate," I said wiggling my eyebrows at her while still pressing the bag of ice to my cheek.

It surprised a laugh out of my girlfriend. But she sobered almost immediately and said, "I don't know if that's a good idea. What if you have a concussion or something?"

I sighed and crawled out of her lap to stand up. I managed to get up without the dizziness coming back. "I'm fine, see? If I had a concussion, I would be dizzy and nauseous. But, I'm not. Please, I'd like to go home."

She sighed and nodded, climbing to her feet. "Alright, as soon as Jesse returns with your aspirin, I'll take you back to your apartment."

I froze. "I want to go home with you, Bre," I said carefully, feeling my heart in my throat.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Beca," she said softly, her expression unreadable.

I felt my eyes narrow as anger began to rise in me. "Why?" I spit out, not trusting myself to say anything else.

She sighed and wouldn't look at me. "Because I think it would be better if we both had a night alone to clear our heads."

I exploded. "What the fuck, Bre?" I asked, my voice loud enough to carry throughout the club. I heard conversations stop as people turned back to the new drama unfolding on the stage. Aubrey still wouldn't look at me and I spun around to leave. I took two steps before I stopped. I let the ice bag fall out of my heads as I rushed back over to Aubrey. I gripped her chin and forced her to meet my eyes. I could see the agony of her guilt in them as they landed on my swollen face. I took a deep breath to push down my rage and asked, "Who do you belong to?"

Her eyes widened and fresh tears spilled down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me closer to her. "I'm yours, Beca," she said on a sob.

"And I'm yours, Bre. That's what this was all about. Don't push me away now," I pleaded. She nodded and I gave her a soft kiss. Then I noticed the crowd watching us with rapt attention and I knew I needed to do something to put Aubrey back in control of the situation. I put on my best challenging smirk and looked into Aubrey's watery green eyes. "Can I tell you a secret?"

She studied me with wariness before replying, "Yes…"

I leaned in conspiratorially and softly said, "I let that bitch hit me."

Aubrey's tears dried up in an instant as the full force of her possessive fury washed away her guilt. She grabbed my collar and roughly pulled me even closer to her. "What did you say?"

Relief made my knees go weak, but I knew I needed to bait her a little bit further to prevent her from sliding back into guilt on the drive home. I forced my smirk to deepen and I raised an eyebrow at her. "I. Let. Her. Hit. Me," I said, in the most patronizing tone I could manage.

Her eyes blazed with fury as she released my collar long enough to grip my wrists and bring them up to my chin. She fiddled with them for a moment before releasing them. Need raced through me as I realized that she had attached the cuffs to my collar. "Come on, slave. I am taking you home to deal with you," she growled as she took my arm and began pulling me towards the exit. I caught Stacie's worried gaze as we passed and I winked at her, so she would know that I was ok. The rest of the crowd parted before us and no one tried to stop us on our way out.

Aubrey fumed in silence the whole way home and I sat quietly, trying not to distract her any further. She hadn't released my wrists, so I propped my chin in my hands and sat as still as possible. Aubrey waited just long enough for the door to close behind us before she shoved me against it and screamed, "Why?"

I met her furious glare with open honesty as I replied in a calm even tone. "Because she is a menace and she could really hurt someone. She needs to be stopped, and that room was full of some of the most influential dommes in the community. They will make sure that Alex isn't welcome at any club or event in the city, maybe even the state."

That obviously wasn't the explanation Aubrey was expecting because she let me go, the anger quickly draining from her. "Oh," was all she said for a long moment and I could see the implications of what I had said flitting through her mind. Finally, she met my eyes again with a look of such love and wonder that it took my breath away. "You are incredible. I love you so much, Beca."

"I love you too, Bre," I said and started to smile at her, but the movement caused my cheek to throb painfully and I winced.

Aubrey's eyes filled with concern and she gently cupped the other cheek. "I wish you hadn't let her hit you, but I understand why you did. You weren't trying to protect me; you were trying to protect the other subs in the city."

I nodded, "Well, I was trying to protect you too, but I'll be honest. I didn't think she'd hit quite so hard."

Aubrey chuckled and I knew I was completely forgiven. She bent her head down to claim my lips in a tender, loving kiss. When she pulled back, we were both smiling and I didn't even mind the throbbing in my cheek. She reached out and released my wrists. "Come on, love. We should ice your cheek some more."

I pouted, "Can't we celebrate first?"

She let out a short burst of laughter before taking my hand and leading me into the playroom. Aubrey was gentle as she carefully pulled off my clothes and tied me spread eagle on the bed. Then she slowly stripped off her own clothes while I watched. Heat coursed through me and I felt moisture pool between my thighs. She crawled onto the bed and began to run torturously gentle hands along my body. I moaned, arching my body into her touch. Aubrey chuckled and lowered her mouth to my nipple, teasing it lightly with the tip of her tongue. After a moment, she moved to the other one, continuing to gently torment me.

I squirmed, desperately wanting to feel her fingers fill me. "Please Bre, I want you inside," I whimpered.

She pulled back and roughly pinched the nipple she had just had in her mouth. "What did you just call me?" she snapped out.

I gasped at the delicious pain radiating from my nipple. It took me a minute to realize my mistake before I panted out, "I'm sorry, Mistress. I'm sorry."

She released her grip on me but she continued to glare down at me. "Who do you belong to?"

"You, Mistress. I belong to you," I said lowering my eyes.

"That's right, my pet. Do you want me to stop?"

"No, Mistress. Please don't stop. I forgot myself for a moment. I'm sorry. It won't happen again," I answered immediately. I could hear the desperation in my voice, but I didn't care. I needed her to take me and make me remember that I was hers.

She studied me for a moment before lowering her mouth back to my breast. She continued to gently lick and suck on the erect nipple and I whimpered wanting more. My whimper seemed to spur her into action because she lifted her mouth from my right nipple so she could bite viciously into the other breast. I bucked under her, letting out a startled yelp. She grinned up at me before moving lower to bite my side. I bucked again, panting under the sudden need racing through me. Aubrey shifted again and leaned across my lap to bite into my hip. I moaned, feeling suddenly close to release.

She pulled back just far enough to look up and meet my eyes. Her eyes blazed with possessive hunger and the breath caught in my throat. "Do not come until I give you permission," she snarled.

"Yes, Mistress," I said, feeling even more turned on by her.

She immediately lowered her mouth to bite my inner thigh and I let out a short scream of need as I jerked under her and nearly falling over the edge into bliss. My mistress' teeth eased open and she began to suck hard on the spot she had just bit. I groaned as need raced through me, causing even more moisture to pool between my thighs. I fought a vicious battle with myself to not come, but she didn't ease up and I could feel myself sliding closer to that edge as she continued biting and sucking my tender skin. Just before I lost all control and gave in to the pleasure, I froze and Aubrey released my inner thigh. I whimpered desperately.

She looked up at me and demanded, "Who do you belong to, Beca?"

"I'm yours, Mistress," I moaned.

She smirked at me and shoved three fingers as deep into me as they would go. "Come now, my pet," she growled, thrusting against my clenching inner walls as I came screaming. She continued to thrust through the first orgasm and I felt another one rapidly building. "You are mine, Beca," she said and I felt myself suspended on the edge of my second release. "Come for me," she ordered and I shuddered out a second orgasm. She continued to thrust into me, rubbing my clit with her thumb in time with each thrust, until each thrust brought on a new release and I was repeatedly screaming out her ownership of me.

I was still trembling when my mistress released me from the bed and cradled me in her arms. "You are amazing, love," she said softly kissing my temple.

I smiled weakly up at her and replied, "Thank you, Mistress." We sat like that for a long time before I stopped trembling from the repeated orgasms. I shifted and asked, "Would you like me to touch you, Mistress?"

Aubrey looked down at me and smiled, "I always like it when you touch me, Beca. But you don't need to right now. I'm content to just hold you for a bit longer."

"But, you gave me so many orgasms, don't you want to come too?" I asked, concerned by her apparent lack of need.

She just chuckled and said, "Love, you have no idea what it does to me to see you so helpless to my touch. I had several orgasms while I was touching you."

"Really?" I asked skeptically.

"Yes."

"Oh," was the only response I had.

Aubrey chuckled again and sighed, "Come on, get up. We really do need to ice your cheek before bed. Since you don't want to play with ice, we should go into the living room."

I groaned. I had completely forgotten about my bruised cheek. I knew that Aubrey was right, but I hated the cold and really didn't want to have to ice my face. "Can't we just cuddle a little longer, Mistress?" I asked hopefully.

Her eyes narrowed, and she coldly refused. "No, now get up."

I sighed and crawled from her lap. She stood behind me, lightly slapping my ass as she said, "You're the one who let that bitch hit you. So now, think of icing your cheek as punishment for your momentary stupidity."

I hung my head. "Yes, Mistress," I said, knowing she was right.

Aubrey just let out another chuckle and led me from the room.

Author's Note: The next week and a half are going to be kinda crazy for me, and I don't know if I will have a chance to post the next chapter before the beginning of March, but I will try. Please read/review, I love hearing your thoughts and they will make the next week so much brighter.