Darker – Chapter 22

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Warning! Chapters may include graphic sexual situations (BDSM) which may not be suitable for everyone. Reviews and comments are always welcome. Thank you for reading.

Last time on Darker…

Looking away from Jesse it was a lot to take in as the disturbing facts about myself were being revealed. The impact of his words struck me like a bolt of lightning as I thought long and hard about what he was implying. With my covers pulled, there was no more denying who I really was.

"You're right." I spoke softly, locking eyes with him as I finally accepted the ugly truth.

And now…

After a couple days in beautiful Copenhagen we were on our way back to the City of Angels.

Touching down at LAX, Jesse gently nudged me awake. "Hey...we're home." He grinned as he kissed my cheek. "I've already texted Benji so he's on his way."

Stretching my limbs, I looked out the small window and noticed we were still on the tarmac taxiing to the terminals. "How long was I out?" I asked trying to stifle a yawn.

"A few hours." He answered, offering me a moist warm toilette. "You fell asleep during the movie, and have been out cold ever since."

"And that surprises you?"

"Yes actually. I thought for sure 'The Martian' would've kept your interest. It's up for every Oscar this year.

"Dude...it's still a movie." He chuckled at my remark because regardless of what it was, I never made it through a film. "You must've been bored. Why didn't you wake me?"

"Because you were tired and plus, I enjoy watching you sleep."

"Stalker." He laughed at my insult. "You know, you really should seek treatment for your stealth tendencies.

"God I love that smart mouth of yours."

"And I love yours." Smirking, I leaned closer and whispered for his ears only. "Especially what it does to certain parts of my body." His eyes went dark at my suggestiveness.

"You're insatiable."

"Yeah...you just figured that out?" Unbuckling my seatbelt I cupped the side of his face and guided his lips to mine. When I tugged on his lower lip he let out a guttural growl that sent my libido straight to the nearest underground sex club. "And I'm all yours to do as you please."

"Mmm...I love the sound of that but does it mean I can finally violate that delectable ass of yours?"

Seriously?

"Is that all guys ever think about?" Shaking my head I let out a sigh. "Are you sure you're not a fruit loop?"

He laughed out loud. "After everything we've done, you have to ask?"

"C'mere!" Looking around I wanted to be sure nobody was listening because this wasn't something I wanted the entire plane to hear. "How would you like having something large rammed up your ass?"

"Beca, I already know what it's like." He whispered back and waited for my reaction. "Do you really think I would have you do something I hadn't experienced myself?"

My inner goddess and subconscious fainted, and I wasn't too far behind.

"Oh!" I responded and tried not to pass judgement at what he just admitted to. "You… actually did that."

"I was a sub for years, remember?"

"Of course you were." I gulped, pushing down the contents of my stomach. Acknowledging him with a look of disdain I imagined Mrs. Robinson with a large black strapon lining up choir boys at Sunday School. "And how did that work for you?"

"You really want to know?"

"No! Well...maybe. Wait! I don't know... Okay...just tell me."

What the fuck was wrong with me?

"It didn't matter how it felt to me because it's what she wanted. If it pleased her, then I was happy to do it."

"Um...did you ever...?" I couldn't bring myself to finish the question and tilted my head. Since Jesse had become such an open book I decided to get more insight before joining the Backdoor Betty Club. "Were you able to…you know?"

"Orgasm?"

"Dude! Inside voice. " I hushed him with an index finger to his lips while he laughed at my disconcertion. "Keep it down!"

"Yes, Beca. I did many times and so will you." He smiled at my grimace as I clenched my butt cheeks protectively. Even though we were sexually active there was still a lot I didn't do or know about sex. "If you trust your partner explicitly, it could be quite satisfying. If you would only allow me to..."

I struggled with this but knew it's what he wanted. Apparently it's what every man wanted; gay, straight or otherwise. But if it pleased Jesse then perhaps I could find some pleasure in it as well.

"Fine!" I conceded quietly, shaking my head. " I'll try it but if it too painful..."

"Then we'll stop." He finished my thought. "I can't believe you just consented to it."

"Yeah, well...I didn't say I was ready this very moment. It's just that I find myself not saying 'No' a lot these days."

"You know what?" He unbuckled his seatbelt and kissed me passionately. "I'm the luckiest man alive." And felt his smile against my lips. "I've got the most beautiful woman who's only been touched by me and is up for anything."

As our kiss intensified we were interrupted by an amused airline attendant who was clearing her throat. We had gotten so wrapped up in ourselves, we didn't realize first class passengers had already begun to disembark the plane.

"Sorry." We said at the same time and quickly got to our feet. Grabbing our carry on items Jesse extended his arm and took my hand in his.

As we entered the terminal, we made quick use of the his and her facilities. After taking care of personal business I washed my hands and studied myself in the mirror. With my bruise nearly healed, my sapphire eyes were brighter than ever. I looked happy...really happy and owed it to my love who flew thousands of miles to come after me.

And I agreed to sodomy…

Shaking my head I couldn't believe I consented to the unthinkable act and wondered what it would be like having his monstrous cock pounding me there.

Note to self...have massive quantities of liquid courage and lots of lubricant ready...

We were finally on the same page with nothing standing in the way of our happiness, and after my revelation this week, he even knew I was as big a freak as him when it came to kinky fuckery. I could tell Jesse was still reluctant to revisit the Red Room of Pain after what transpired the last time, but we agreed to ease back into it after we were settled in at home.

Meeting Jesse outside the restrooms, he handed me a bottle of water as we headed towards baggage claim. "Benji's downstairs at carousel ten." He advised, stashing his cell phone in his back pocket. "We're meeting him there."

"Lead the way, Sir."

Shaking his head Jesse smirked as we headed out to meet his entrusted assistant. As we approached the carousels Benji was standing off to the side fidgeting with his cell phone. Looking up he saw us and let out the biggest grin. Forgetting himself he walked passed Jesse, wrapped his arms around my waist and congratulated me on winning World's while an annoyed looking billionaire plucked our bags from the spinning carousel.

"That's okay, I'll get them!" Jesse's words dripped of sarcasm as his personal assistant crossed over every line set by him. "Please! Don't let me stop you two..."

The young man pulled away from me immediately and apologized for his unprofessional conduct. "Sorry about that, I'll handle the rest." And snuck a playful wink to me while mouthing "welcome home" before taking over luggage detail.

Despite Jesse's discontent, Benji and I had become friends. We weren't the type of buddies who hung out, but we occasionally exchanged stories of our college years and asked about our families. Since recent events with Kayla and Keegan he felt responsible for what happened and made sure he was involved in every aspect of my protection.

As the guys stacked our luggage on the wheeled cart, I whipped out my cell phone and saw text messages from my Chloe, my parents and co-workers wanting to know if we had gotten back back safely and if what the news was reporting was true.

The day after everyone left, just about every publication in the world reported that we were engaged and had photos of our post press conference liplock as well as paparazzi snap shots of Jesse and Tom shopping at a jewelry store in Copenhagen. With colorful captions including, "Billionaire & Bro shops for his Bella" to "Billionaire Bachelor Buys Bling" to "Bling for the Bella" to the short but effective "Proposal!". Then there was my personal favorite, "Will she say yes?" We didn't exactly hide our PDA so in a way, we asked for it and needed to deal with the fallout of our actions to our families since nothing was official.

Making a mental note to make some calls later, I sent the same text message to everyone, letting them know we arrived safely then buried my iPhone back into my purse.

With the SUV packed, Jesse and I clambered into the back and we were off.

"Babe, I know you're tired but we've got a stop to make and then Ms Clark has a special dinner waiting for us."

"Sure...okay." With the long flight I was eager to get home but one detour wasn't going to kill me. "Where are we going?"

Jesse couldn't contain his excitement. "I wanted to surprise you, but…"

"But what?"

"You're car just got delivered." He literally bounced in his seat like a toddler. "It's waiting for us at the dealership."

Holy shit! My dream car...

"Can I drive it home?" All of a sudden I wasn't so tired and had regressed into an adolescent. "Pleeeez?"

He laughed at my enthusiasm. "Baby, it's no longer just a graduation present, you've won the highest honor of a cappella. You deserve it, baby...and then some. When we get there, you're going to drive your shiny new car right out of the showroom floor."

Sweet!

Unclasping my seatbelt I launched myself into Jesse's arms and kissed him lustfully. What the hell was happening to me? I wasn't the type of girl who got giddy over elaborate gifts. It was just a car to get me from point A to point B...but it was a very nice car. Who the hell was I kidding? It was a freaking Jaguar F-Type convertible, and it was all mine. Well, if you're going to play the role of a billionaire's girlfriend, you might as well look the part...right?

The multi colored sundress I wore was on the shorter side. We'd purchased it in Europe because it showed off my best assets and had easy access (his words, not mine) in case either of us got an itch during the long journey home. With his hands teasing me under my dress, he snapped my g-string against my skin and made me gasp. Stopping him with a playful slap to his chest, he sulked which cracked me up even more. Meeting Benji's stare in the rear view mirror, he quickly diverted his eyes as I adjusted my dress.

"Not here, babe." My tone was barely above a whisper as I lightly brushed my lips to his. "I promise to make it up to you later."

"I'm going to hold you to that." He sighed and placed a quick peck to my lips.

About twenty minutes later we arrived in Marina Del Rey and pulled into the dealership. Walking arm in arm we entered the showroom floor and there it was. My beautiful silver convertible was on display with a large red bow stuck to the hood. The manager came out to greet us and handed Jesse a leather binder with all the paperwork and me, the keyfob. The driver side door was opened and I slumped into the soft red leather, then adjusted the seat and mirrors to my liking. It felt as soft as butter to my skin as my short dress rode up underneath me. Sliding into the passenger seat Jesse couldn't stop smiling at my reaction and rested his hand on my upper knee. I was worse than a kid in a candy store as I practically purred at the delicate texture of the top grain hand stitched bucket seats. Pressing the start button the engine roared then I shifted the gears to get us going. Slowly we were directed out the showroom while we turned the heads of several people who watched us with curiosity. With the final price tag being around $169,000 it was no wonder people were staring. As I carefully maneuvered around the other expensive cars we gave the manager a final wave and were on our way. Taking the right turn out of the lot I accelerated with ease and entered traffic. Getting a feel for my new wheels I was a bit heavy footed on the overly sensitive brakes and gas pedal, but after a few turns and lane changes it felt like an extension of me.

"What do you think?" Jesse asked, looking nervous while he gripped the inside handle. "Do you like?"

"Like? I fucking love it!" I yelled out as my hair whipped in the wind. "But not as much as you."

"Turn here, baby." Looking a little more comfortable he directed me to the freeway on ramp. "Let's open her up."

Hellyeah!

Taking the turn, we entered the highway where I floored it and pushed us back into our seats. It really was an amazing vehicle as we went from a dead stop to eighty in a matter of seconds. There was very little traffic as I swerved between cars while Jesse looked around for highway patrol and hung on tight.

"What's wrong?" I asked glancing over at him. "You look scared shitless."

"Not scared...wary." He admitted. "When I'm not being chauffeured I usually do the driving. I'm not used to letting someone else take the wheel."

I laughed at his nervousness. "Are you sure you're not talking about sex?"

"I might be." He teased. For one so tiny, you seem to handle yourself quite well in both departments."

As my hair whipped in the wind we were enjoying our little exchange until Jesse received the dreaded call from Benji.

"Hey man...what's up!"

(pause)

"We are?"

(pause)

"Which one?" He asked turning around in his seat. "I see it."

(pause)

"Anyone we know?"

(pause)

"Have Don run the plates and get back to me." And ended his call.

"What is it?"

"Babe, I don't want to alarm you, but we're being followed."

"What?" I asked, looking in the rear view mirror. "Which one is it?"

"The black Corvette."

With traffic getting a little heavier, my instincts told me to get off the freeway before it gridlocked. Hitting the brakes, Jesse hung on as I cut off an unsuspecting car to my right and took the off ramp. From the distance I saw the black muscle car swerving to keep up. The arrow at the end of the ramp was turning yellow so I took the left immediately. The Jag handled like a dream as I broke every traffic law in existence while Jesse watched the Corvette come up from behind. Excelerating to sixty-five down Wilshire I barely made the next light and took a hard left onto a less congested side street. The phantom car had to stop as a RTD bus cut them off. Looking behind us Jesse could no longer see the car but I wasn't taking any chances. Plus...I was enjoying my new ride.

Jesse took another call while I continued to channel my inner Nascar driver.

"A woman?" He was surprised. "Who's it registered to?"

As Jesse listened, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. "You've got to fucking be kidding me!" And let out a deep sigh.

"What is it?" I asked, negotiating more turns while he spoke with Benji.

"No, we're good." Jesse chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah, I know! She handles it very well. Call me back when you have more information." And ended his call.

My adrenalin was still pumping through my veins as I continued to weave my way through traffic and saw a parking structure up the street on the right. With Jesse pointing to the same structure I acknowledged him with a "got it" and took the quick turn into the multilevel garage and two-wheeled it to the fifth level where nobody was parked. Taking us to a secluded corner I backed into a space and shut down the engine.

"Let's stay here for a little while until we know it's clear." Jesse's voice was calm while I couldn't keep the grin off my face. Being chased was unnerving but it was also quite invigorating. "Benji is following her and has the cops in pursuit."

"Who does the car belong to?"

"Would you believe your sleazy ex-boss."

"What? How?" Turning to Jesse I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "But he's in custody."

"I know!"

"Who's the girl?"

"Nobody knows. That's what we're trying to figure out."

"It just won't stop." The thrill I felt earlier was slipping away as I touched my blemished cheek and remembered how the bruise got there in the first place. "Why won't they just leave us alone?"

"I don't know, baby." Unbuckling his seatbelt Jesse turned towards me and replaced my hand with his own as he lightly stroked my skin. Leaning into his palm I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent. "I wish I knew why." He spoke softly as he brushed his lips to mine. Something must have been triggered from within because the next thing I knew my hand held his cheek and I was kissing him back with more fervor. With the increased pressure of our pressed lips we felt the sexual attraction growing between us.

"Where the hell did you learn to drive like that?" He mumbled into the kiss and tugged on my lower lip. "It was sexy as fuck."

"Dunno." Feeling his smile against me I smiled back. "I must've been a race car driver in a previous life."

He chuckled at my remark. "I believe it, you handled yourself very well." And kissed me again. "Hell of a way to break in your new car."

Pulling my lips away I felt my heartbeat stutter and knew my desire was peaking. "I can think of another way to break it in." And smirked as I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt. Climbing over the center console I straddled his lap and felt him harden beneath me.

"Baby, as much as I want to fuck you into next week, we're in a public place."

"So what." I breathed, kissing along his neck. "I want you."

He sighed with frustration as I brushed my lips to his. "There could be hidden cameras and anybody could drive up." He was losing the battle as my tongue found its way into his mouth.

"Are you losing your edge?" I teased, gnawing on his lip. "Because...I want to fuck!"

Did that really come from me?

"Oh really!" Giving me a look of bewilderment, Jesse's eyes darkened as he moved the thin straps off my shoulders and let the delicate material fall to my waist. "Oops!"

And now I was an exhibitionist...

With a lustful look, Jesse let out a whimper and caved in. "Fuck it!" Not wasting another moment he grabbed my breasts with both hands and guided a hardened nipple to his mouth. Arching my back to give him better access I hissed like a snake as I was bitten, then sucked on vigorously. Moving to the twin he repeated the same process while I held his head and cursed to myself.

"Fuck!"

"Too much?"

"Hell no!" I needed more, much more. "Harder damn it" I was beyond aroused and had the mouth of a sailor to prove it. Chuckling at my eagerness he shifted beneath me and undid his belt and jeans immediately, letting his glory spring free. Noticing how turned on he was, I bit my lip. "I really love my new ride, but right now, I'd rather ride that." And pointed to his favorite appendage.

"Oh, baby. So would I." He breathed. Like me, he was flushed, had the pulse of a jackhammer and was ready to fuck. Reaching between my thighs Jesse sighed as he felt how wet I'd become for him. Removing my butt floss carefully, he slowly pumped his erection and waited for me to mount him. "Get on."

With my inner goddess filled with glee, my subconscious was on the lookout for uninvited guests.

Rising on my knees I positioned myself over him then slowly sank down while he steadied me by my waist. We let out a gush at the union as we relished the feeling. Having gotten used to his size I was able to accommodate him entirely by taking his pride and joy fully inside.

"Jesus Christ!" He muttered to himself as he pushed upward to meet my slow rhythm. "You feel so fucking good."

And so did he...

As my pace quickened, I sprung up and down his shaft like a pogo stick while he catatonically stared at my bouncing boobs in front of him. He couldn't stand it any longer and halted my movement to ravish them again with his eager hands and mouth.

On several occasions Jesse proudly declared himself a boob man and apparently I had the goods, so who was I to deny him. After getting his fill of my chest he grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled me along his length. With my hands on his shoulders I joined his pace and hit my special spot repeatedly sending my eyes to the back of my skull as my imminent climax was fast approaching.

"Cum for me, baby." He coaxed me on while kissing along my neck. "Give yourself to me...now!"

His sensual words were my undoing as I gripped his shoulders and tossed my head back. Shutting my eyes I cried out and let loose my first ever, out in the open in public, convertible car sex orgasm. Jesse grunted through his own release which left us breathless and satiated. Pressing our foreheads together we embraced the moment and held each other close as the tremors subsided. It was another first for both of us, and considering how we rose to the occasion (pun intended), it surely wouldn't be the last. Bringing the thin straps back up we adjusted my dress and tucked the girls back into place as I climbed off of his lap and back into my seat. Once seated I struggled to put my g-string back on.

"Thank you for wearing this dress."

"Thank you for buying me this car."

"Thank you for face planting into my office."

"Thank you for coming after me?"

"Thank you for loving me."

"Thank you for letting me."

Before we knew it our lips were pressed together and things were heating up again until Jesse's phone buzzed; it was Benji who apparently had been calling us for the past twenty minutes.

"Sorry man, we we're just breaking in the car." He joked, winking at me while my jaw dropped to the first level of the parking garage. "Whatcha got for us?"

Jesse's demeanor changed in an instant as his eyes widened and nose flared which, could only mean one thing…

"How the fuck could she get away!?" I winced as his voice carried throughout the cement structure. "I understand that but what the actual fuck? How could she give them the slip? Has Detective Brady been called?"

He sighed and tried to maintain his composure by kissing the back of my hand and mouthing, "sorry".

He sighed heavily. "Is it safe to come home?"

Looking over at me Jesse nodded as Benji continued on.

"Alright...sounds good. I want security 24/7 for both of us."

Rolling my eyes I shook my head in annoyance while Jesse listened to his assistant.

"Thanks man...we're about ten minutes away. See you soon." And ended his call.

"Metro has assigned four uniforms to us and Brady is already questioning Keegan, but he's not talking." He paused with a sigh of frustration. "I'm so sorry baby, but until we know who that was chasing us we need the protection, and after what's already happened to you, I'm not taking any chances."

I nodded and conceded to Jesse because he was right. This shit wasn't over and neither of us needed the added risk.

Later that night...

Back at the penthouse Christine unpacked our stuff and prepared the most delicious Italian feast consisting of Caesar salad, garlic knots and a meaty lasagna. Naturally Jesse had the perfect Sangiovese to pair with the homemade meal. I don't think I'd ever seen him so pleased when he watched me polish off an entire plate of pasta and then finish it off with a slice of cheesecake. For whatever reason, I was famished. Hmm...must have been the long drive home. After we ate, Jesse met with Benji, Don and the uniformed men to go over security detail while I insisted on helping Christine clean up. I got as far as bringing the plates into the kitchen when I was shooed out by my new friend. Retiring to the living room I decided to call my mom who had been trying to reach me since this morning. She literally picked up the phone on the first ring.

"Hey mom."

"Don't hey mom me, is it true?"

"I'm doing well, thanks for asking." My sarcasm made her huff. "And how are you doing, mother?"

"Rebeca Ann Mitchell!"

"What!?"

"Are you engaged?"

"Do you always believe what the press says?"

"When it comes from CNN, usually."

Letting out a sigh, I had to give her something. "He proposed, but..." Her high pitched squeak could have shattered glass. "Mom...stop! I haven't given him an answer yet."

"Why not?" She was devastated. It got so quiet you could hear a pin drop. "Are you pregnant?"

And there it was...

"NO!" I barked. "But my friend Amy is."

"The chubby girl from Australia?"

"Yep...that's the one. The sperm donor is Bumper Allen, who's currently on The Voice." Pausing to take a sip of wine, I continued. "And get this, they're moving to L.A. and want us to be the godparents."

"That's very exciting sweetie but I'd rather hear what's going on with you and Jesse."

What about us? He bought me a car and we christened it in a public parking structure.

Taking a deep breath I started to give her an explanation. "We've had some issues with his past that keep haunting us. Before I commit myself to marriage I just want to be sure it's the right decision."

"Do you love him?"

"Of course I do."

"Do you want to marry him?"

"Yes but…"

"There is no but. If you lo-"

"-Mom...stop!" Cutting her off I sighed then decided to tell her more. "Last week I was attacked at work by some guy Jesse knew from his childhood who wanted to take it out on me."

"What! Why am I just hearing about this? Are you okay?"

"Yes. I fought him off." I couldn't bring myself to tell her the full truth and downplayed the injuries I sustained. "I've got a few bumps and bruises, but I'm fine."

"Sweetie, I can't be there for you if I don't know what's going on with you. Does your father know about this?"

"No. I didn't tell anyone and would appreciate you not saying anything." I paused with another sigh and desperately wanted to talk about something else. "Can we please change the subject?"

I felt guilty not telling her everything but I was too tired physically and emotionally to relive the attack. It happened and there was nothing else that could make it go away. We spoke for another ten minutes about winning Worlds and talked about my new set of wheels. She was genuinely happy for me but I could tell she was more concerned with what happened back in the recording studio.

After hanging up with her I called my father and had similar conversations with him however when he brought up the proposal the difference between him and his ex-wife was that he didn't question my reluctance to commitment. Instead he felt it was too soon to consider marriage but would support my decision, whatever that was.

A couple of hours later...

We decided to take a long hot bath and turn in early. With nearly twelve hours of air travel, breaking in my new Jag in more ways than one, then consuming enough carbs and calories for a month; we were exhausted.

After the talk with the Bellas in Denmark it was agreed the sooner I returned to work, the better. I needed to put the attack behind me and let the healing begin. With tomorrow being Friday I had a few more days to recover before facing my colleagues. To get an idea of what to expect upon my return I reached out to Destiny via text who informed me that the team was given a bull shit story about Keegan's dismissal, that he was liberated from his position for copyright infringement and wasn't allowed to communicate with anyone from 'Residual Heat'. They bought it and didn't question it any further.

That night I followed my doctor's orders and took Ambien which, I was told would help regulate my sleep patterns from the horrendous jet lag I was experiencing. Immediately I was thrown into a menagerie of dreams that ranged from happy childhood memories to exotic sex to winning World's to reliving my rape attempt. But the worst was yet to come as my dreams became more vivid and disturbing.

In the middle of the night I found myself being woken up from a new type of nightmare. With Jesse straddling my legs and holding my arms to my sides I was drenched from head to toe. He said I kept calling out his name and yelling "Don't leave me!" while thrashing about. By the time I came to I had initiated sex and all was forgotten. This was the first nightmare of its kind which, was probably prompted by the danger we faced during the high speed pursuit earlier this evening.

The following morning...

Laying in bed I watched Jesse get ready for work who moved with such grace and dressed impeccably in his expensive tailored suits. With his dark masculine features, slender but muscular build, he had the right kind of genetics I was attracted to; he was everything I could ever want in a husband and father to my children.

Whoa! Slow down Beca! You haven't accepted his proposal...yet. Talk to the shrink and get your answers before you start picking out china patterns.

Propping myself on a mountain of pillows the sheets fell below my waist while Jesse's glazed eyes roamed over my half naked body. He could never resist me or my feminine wiles as I used whatever I had to entice him. Touching myself for his pleasure he sighed, shook his head and picked up his cell phone.

"Cancel my morning appointments." He instructed his administrative assistant. "I've got a personal matter to tend to and won't be in until this afternoon."

It's nice to be your own boss...

We had vanilla sex for the next couple of hours, then fell back asleep. When I woke, I was draped over his sleeping form with my hand flat on his chest. Caressing him there, I felt the raised scars at my fingertips and imagined Jesse as a scared young boy being used as an ashtray. "So much pain inside but he had a heart like a lion". I thought to myself as I tried desperately to hold back my tears and kissed his blemished skin.

"What are you doing?" He snapped awake and held my wrist away so I was no longer able to touch him. "You're crying...why?"

"Because I love you so much."

"Then prove it." He flipped us over and kissed me hard. "And say yes."

Later that day...

I was bored.

With Jesse at work I spent some time in the multipurpose room, working on some mixes but was too distracted to get any real work done.

After the conversation we had in Europe about me accepting my dark side, I was anxious to get back to where it all started. But this time it would be different. We were consenting adults who shared a love and passion that couldn't be contained in the bedroom, that needed to be explored further.

As I wandered aimlessly throughout the penthouse I found myself climbing the steps and standing at the entrance of the playroom, remembering what we had previously done.

Jiggling the handle, it was locked. "Damn!" I thought to myself and considered how I could gain entry to Jesse's perverted version of the man cave. As I stood there fidgeting, I heard footsteps approaching and backed away from the door. It was Christine who was doing her job by maintaining the place when the idea hit me, she would have access to the entire penthouse. Leaving the door I sought her out and requested (not asked) for a key to the secret room. At first she was reluctant and gave me a look of "what are you up to?" but I didn't care. I was a permanent resident who shared a bed with the man who signed her paychecks, and I wanted in.

Leaving me alone, she returned a couple minutes later and handed me a key with a knowing look and walked away. Without delay I returned to the door, inserted the key into the lock and heard the deadbolt retract. Pushing the door open I entered, then closed it behind me. Finding the light switch, I flicked it on and took it all in. The Red Room of Pain was just as I remembered it as memories flooded my mind.

Looking over to the spot where I was instructed to kneel, I envisioned myself, naked with the exception of a g-string with braided hair and eyes cast downward, as I anticipated what he had planned for me. With a mixture of fear and desire, I was his property and accepted whatever fate was in store for me because the ultimate goal was to please him.

With my eyes gazing upon the ceiling, the carabiners used for suspension peaked my interest. From the beginning they were a hard limit, but I found myself filled with curiosity and wondered what it would be like suspended in mid air while being mercilessly fucked.

To the side was the Saint Andrew's Cross. Walking over to the giant X, I remembered being blindfolded and cuffed while I was flogged, fingered and fucked into submission while in an upright position. Some of my most powerful orgasms were the result of being bound to this object as I sighed at the fond memory.

The large four poster bed with the red leather mattress was at the center of the room and drew me closer as I lightly ran my hand over the soft surface. It was the last time before the punishment that I recalled being blindfolded and tethered to the four corners. Naked as the day I was born I was spread eagle and at the mercy of my dominant to do whatever he desired. With the loss of vital senses such as sight and sound, he manipulated my erogenous zones in such a way, I was brought to the point of madness before being slammed into. Feeling my desire heat up I wanted to crawl onto the bed and touch myself but remembered Jesse's warning about wanting all of my pleasure.

Damn you Swanson!

To the other side of the room were oak chests that contained all kinds of toys. As I pulled open the top drawer there were dildos and vibrators of all colors, shapes and sizes, and I wondered how they would feel being used on or inside of me. The Ben Wa balls were there as well as the vibrating panties I wore the night of my graduation as I thought back to the 'When Harry Met Sally' spectacle I made at the restaurant in front of my family and friends.

The drawer beneath was clamp central. Recalling the pain they inflicted when they pinched my nipples and the rush of blood I felt when removed, I found myself flushing and toying with the little culprits which, resembled tiny clothes pins. For a moment I contemplated lifting my shirt and trying one on, but lost the nerve and quickly put it back in it's place.

The next drawer had a myriad of beads, plugs and probes for anal play in various materials ranging from very small to obscenely large. Was this the training he spoke about? Picking up a mid sized stainless steel plug, it looked more like a pacifier with a heart shaped red jewel at the end. "How fucking special" I thought as I held it up and examined the item then imagined what it would feel like being inside. "Hmm…doesn't look so bad" I mumbled to myself then put it back where it belonged.

Having seen enough I closed the drawers, walked over to an adjacent chest and found my collar situated on top. Feeling a bit naughty I secured the leather accessory around my neck and instantly relaxed. Letting all of the air out of my lungs I closed my eyes and felt my temperature rise. I was officially aroused and needed to take the damn thing off before I did something stupid. But it was too late. Hearing the door shut and deadbolt engage, I spun around and saw him.

"What are you doing in here?"

Oh fuck...

A/N: Ahhh...YES! Another damn cliffhanger! What do you think will happen next? Choose one or more answers:

A) Beca flies her freak flag and they partake in BDSM

B) Jesse is pissed off and drags her out of the playroom

C) Jesse is elated and uses this opportunity to educate her

D) They find a toy and take it to the bedroom

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