Hotel California

by ThisWolflikes2write

After being together for seven years, Beca and Chloe book a retreat hosted by Aubrey, the former Bella captain, to reignite the passion in their relationship. They will explore complex topics like true love, absolute trust, insecurity, and kink. While there's some explicit scenes, I've kept it tasteful. I think. ChloexBeca, AubreyxStacie, BecaxAubrey #BDSM #Kink #Consensual #poly

7. Chapter 7

HOTEL CALIFORNIA

*The song breaks into a guitar solo as it fades.

It wails and soars.

Each pause between riffs breaks with a razor's edge.

It is melodic and expressive.

It invites emotion and seduces the body.

As you hear it you fall

You bounce.

You lift and soar.

With each ping of the notes your face contorts.

The dueling riffs crescendo and match the intensity of multiple pounding heartbeats.

And as it fades, it leaves you wanting more.*

The song may end, but it's now a part of you.

CHAPTER 7: OUTRO

They rested for a few hours in each other's arms. The combination of the cloud-like consistency of the mattress, the physical and psychological exertion of the weekend, and the comfort of each other's embrace provided the perfect ingredients for a deeply restful but painfully short nap.

Sometime around 7 pm, Beca awoke to the subtle vibrations of her phone. She glared at the offending object and considered what her co-pay would be if she chose to throw the damn thing into the fancy fireplace on the wall.

Chloe shared her sentiment and mumbled a soft "No," as she grabbed a pillow and hid her face beneath its warmth.

Beca agreed but she knew that if they ignored the call Aubrey would come look for them and release her inner Drill Sargent. And while Beca wasn't afraid to admit that side of Aubrey was hot, it was still annoying. hardly ideal.

Beca also knew that in the unlikely event Aubrey didn't let herself into their room in full domme mode, if they kept sleeping they would wake up bleary and jetlagged at 3 am. Whoever invented aging sucks, Beca thought. She missed her early 20s when they could stay up all night dancing and having fun with the Trebles or at the club, and then go to work and or school the next day and do it all over again. Against her better judgment, she opened her eyes and allowed her eyes to adjust to the dark.

"Wake up Chlo," Beca grumbled.

"Nooooooo," Chloe whined and softly kicked up a tantrum.

"I know babe, but if we don't wake up Aubrey will get on our case," Beca insisted shaking off the remnants of REM sleep.

Beca rolled onto her back and checked her phone, groaning as the blue light illuminated her face. The message read, "Hey girls, since it's your last night I thought we could do something special and have a small feast in the dungeon. Beca I understand perfectly if you aren't comfortable, just say the word and I'll move the feast to the restaurant or something equally fitting."

Dungeon. That was the third time this weekend that word had come up. Beca closed her eyes, but sleep threatened to take her away once more so she opened them again. Beca hadn't liked the idea of going into the dungeon by herself with a certain blonde apex predator known by her genus Aubriana Posentia Dominatricia more commonly known as Aubrey Posen Dominatrix. To walk into an Apex predator's den by herself was suicide or insanity, she'd be devoured, or god knows what would have happened. But she knew Chloe was intrigued by the dungeon and wouldn't forgive her if she didn't extend Aubrey's invitation to her.

Hotel California was relentless, it wanted to open more doors, it wanted to show them how deep the hedonistic rabbit hole went.

Whatever, let's do it, Beca thought. Let's walk through that door one last time and see where it takes us.

"What is it?" asked a groggy and confused voice from beneath the pillows.

"Aubrey wants to invite us to a feast," Beca responded.

"A feast? Like in Medieval Times?" Chloe grumbled before admitting, "I love Medieval Times."

"You'll love this then. It's in the dungeon."

"Dungeon?" Chloe sprang to life. Beca had to laugh. She knew the perils of jumping into the unknown and it was her nature to be cautious. However, Chloe just jumped, headfirst, every single goddamn time. Fortunately, courage much like fear was contagious and Beca would let herself be infected with her bravery. She'd complain of course, but she'd jump as well. More often than not, it paid off.

Any-damned-thing she wants and any-damned-thing I want, Beca reasoned one last time, trying her hardest not to regret coming up with the damn mantra in the first place.

"Hey babe, I forgot to tell you, but Big John left you an outfit too," Chloe yelled from the bathroom.

"He did what!?" Beca barked bewildered and stood up from the bed. She didn't know that was part of the deal. Beca scanned the room, locking in on the suitcase in the corner. Chloe was right. Beca stared, her heart pounding. Knowing John and the excellent work he did with Chloe's kitty get-up, whatever was in there would be of extremely good quality and would likely look amazing on her. The notion of wearing latex or leather was titillating and she couldn't help but wonder what kind of a suit it would be. She wasn't a pet or a brat but she wasn't exactly a Domme either.

"How the hell does Big John know my measurements?" Beca stalled.

"Come on babe, I know your measurement by heart," Chloe responded confidently as she walked up behind her wrapped her arms around her waist, and gently kissed her neck.

Fair enough, Beca figured, whenever they'd go shopping together Chloe always had an eye for what fit her best. Chloe had a knack for picking outfits that matched Beca's aesthetic perfectly while also pushing her out of her comfort zone. Beca knew that whatever was in the suitcase would match her aesthetic but more importantly it would make Chloe want to rip everything off.

"OK, we should, um, talk about ground rules?" We should talk about this before I lose all focus right now, she thought as Chloe's gentle kisses on her neck got more intense.

"Same as last time?" Chloe asked softly.

"Umm yes though I'm OK if you want to kiss Aubrey and Stacie, just not the Puppy. I'm sorry I guess I just-"

"You don't need to explain it, babe, this is your boundary and I respect that," Chloe whispered as she placed more kisses on Beca's neck.

"Thank you, um it's- it's hot when you respect my boundaries," Beca stammered, and closed her eyes, savoring the moment of gentle intimacy.

Beca changed in the living room while Chloe hijacked the bathroom, she wanted it to be a surprised. Once done Beca stared at the person on the mirror, she had no idea who that was but she looked hot. Her outfit was a very short, very tight leather dress with matching gloves. The front of the skirt was high enough to provide a generous view of her leather panties. The back of the dress had a long train that almost reached the floor. It was halter-style, the narrow straps swooped down to a very low-cut sweetheart neckline. A push-up bra created the deepest cleavage Beca had ever had in her life. No choker for her, just a small tasteful silver chain that read "OWNER."

The gloves were long, reaching above her elbows. They were seductive and shiny and Beca adored them. She felt like Catwoman.

The outfit was pulled together by thigh-high leather boots with thin stiletto heels. She was grateful for all the training she'd done with the high heels as a Barden Bella or otherwise she would not be able to walk in these.

As she continued to admire herself in the mirror she had to admit, she looked powerful and it made her feel confident. She decided to go harder with the smoky eyes. She looked positively Gothic, and she grinned at her reflection.

Chloe's outfit was similar to her kitty suit but with a very different vibe to it. While the first was meant for subservience, exploration, and feline curiosity, this one was something else. This was hellcat Chloe. The bright red latex bodysuit clung tightly to her curves. It was sleeveless, backless, the panty line high-cut, accentuating her bare hips and thighs, and the back a thong. The front had a plunging neckline originating from a leather choker, her cleavage on full display. Knee-high platform boots the same color as the bodysuit added several inches to her height.

But what most thrilled her were the O-ring attachments around her waist. She could be securely tied down or suspended in the air. She wanted that. She wanted it all. She was ready for it. In this outfit, Chloe felt like she could seduce the world. Now time for the big reveal, Chloe thought as she stepped out of the bathroom.

Beca gasped at the sight of Chloe's fiery get-up. "Goddamn Chlo." I can't believe I'm dating you.

"Right, back at you my Kinky Wednesday." Chloe scanned Beca from top to bottom. The outfit was really working for her.

Beca turned to the mirror. "Kinky Wednesday? Really? Damn, maybe I did go hard on the goth chic."

"Oh don't change a thing, I'm really digging it."

"If you say so. Hey, so are you doing the cat thing again?"

"No, I'm not in the head space for it," Chloe responded, she had debated it, but she just wasn't in the mood to role-play. She wanted to be herself for this, whatever this may be.

"Ah, yeah no, of course, makes total sense," Beca said, looking down and twiddling her fingers.

"Wait," Chloe walked closer to Beca and smiled wickedly, "Ms. Mitchell, is that disappointment I'm hearing?"

"I mean! A little!" Beca protested defensively. "That whole thing was weirdly hot."

"Weirdly hot huh?" Chloe's eyes narrowed, amused.

"You know what I mean!"

"Oh I do, but-" Chloe leaned forward, inches from Beca's face, and said in her most seductive tone, "Don't worry because this pussy… cat is all yours when we get back home."

"Uh- did it just get hot all of the sudden?" Beca started fanning herself. Why the hell am I wearing leather in the desert again?

Chloe gave Beca a wicked smile. Getting her girlfriend all flustered was her favorite hobby. Chloe made her voice fierce and commanding, and said "Well, are you ready to set the world on fire?" She added a hiss at the end of the sentence for good measure.

Beca just looked at her shocked, but she knew at this point she really shouldn't be. Chloe, her sex kitten and the love of her life was a tornado, a force of nature, an uninsurable act of God. And Beca was merely its humble shepherd. But can one truly shepherd a tornado?

"Yeah, let me get my flamethrower," Beca joked.

"Baby, the flamethrower is standing right next to you."

They laughed as they donned the black satin robes provided by the hotel. Beca opened the door for Chloe and stared at her retreating figure, and her confident stride. Everything about Chloe was a sight to behold. No kidding, Beca thought as she closed the door behind her.

They walked hand in hand to the spot where the entrance was. Beca's stomach grumbled. "Do you think there's going to be food? We haven't had any dinner."

"I don't think it's going to be that kind of a feast."

"Damn it, should have brought like an energy bar or something."

Chloe laughed at that; an energy bar would have been a good idea.

They finally arrived. Before them, stood a black door with a gold doorknob. Something about the door intimidated Beca. All those thoughts and fears she'd initially had about going to the dungeon came back in full force. What was waiting for her inside? Chloe however was giddy with excitement, she was looking forward to whatever they'd find inside. Chloe noticed Beca's hesitation grabbed her hand and sang, "I see a red door and I want it painted black."

Beca smiled, she loved this song and joined in, "No colors anymore I want them to turn black."

They laughed and with the Rolling Stones's "Paint It Black" echoing in their hearts, they entered.

The stairs leading to the dungeon felt never-ending. Beca didn't know what to expect. The word dungeon elicited images of a cave-like basement with damp moss-covered rock walls where a grotesque hooded man tortured you mercilessly. The whole image terrified her. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Beca and Chloe were surprised.

This place was nothing like what its name implied. To begin with, the dungeon was massive, almost as big as the restaurant. The main play area was circular, the wall painted black and covered with red drapes. Beca could make out several doors behind the sheer fabric and was surprised to see her own face looking back at her. She realized that gold-framed mirrors were also hung along the wall. She looked away and her gaze was drawn up. An intricate glass chandelier emanated a soft, warm light. A shiver ran through Beca when she saw that chains of different lengths with hooks attached also hung from the ceiling. She looked down. The floor was a glittery dark blue epoxy that resembled a galaxy. The overall effect was visually striking.

The centerpiece of the play area was a California king-size bed with red and black satin bedding. The headboard was similar to the one they had in their villa and Beca just knew it had all the same tricks as theirs. As if in confirmation, Beca noticed there was an iPad on the bed. As she continued her scan of the room, she was startled to find a giant black St Andrew's Cross with shackles on each end. On the opposite wall was a chair that looked like it was meant for interrogations. Next to it was a rack with various instruments and next to it a familiar looking toy chest. Beca could only identify those she'd already been exposed to, she had no idea what the hell the other stuff was.

Finally, just off to the side of the bed, there was a large black leather couch, jarring in its ordinariness.

One of the nondescript doors opened and Stacie and Aubrey walked out. They wore the same black satin robes as Chloe and Beca. Their faces lit up at the sight of their friends. Stacie was about to run over and give the girls some love when Aubrey stopped her by gently pulling back on a leash attached to a leather choker. Aubrey gave Stacie a stern look and Stacie stood down. Her brat under control, Aubrey went right to business.

"Good, you're all here," she said, turning to her guests. "Come on, I've set up a table with snacks. We have a lot to talk about."

Did she say snacks? She can do whatever the hell she wants to me as long as there are snacks, Beca thought and glanced over to Chloe who was beaming with excitement.

Aubrey led them to the room she and Stacie had emerged from a minute earlier. They would fuel up with snacks and drinks, then review and negotiate the scenes Aubrey had planned for them.

STACIE'S TURN: DEBT

Chloe and Beca sat on the couch in the main play area. Aubrey and Stacie stood in front of them, kissing passionately. Their bodies were in perfect tune with their respective rhythms. Both women were virtuosos and they played each other's instruments with expert dexterity. Aubrey unfastened Stacie's robe and let it fall. Beneath Stacie was only wearing cotton panties, they were purposely thin and flimsy. She also wore white shiny high-heeled shoes, otherwise known as fuck-me-pumps. Stacie knew Aubrey loved how they looked on her and Stacie loved towering over her. Stacie's choker read BRAT in big bejeweled letters. It also had an O-ring on the front.

The sight of Stacie in all her glory drew the attention of all of the women in the dungeon. Chloe and Beca leered with mouths agape.

Aubrey took a step back to admire every inch of her lover. Stacie was magnificent, her neck was long and graceful. Whenever Aubrey caught a glimpse of her neck from behind there was an elegant quality to it. She resisted the urge to kiss a trail from behind her ear down to her collarbone. Stacie's arms were impressive, lean and subtly muscular, their smooth gentle movements beckoned seductively. Her breasts were plentiful, and an envy to many. It wasn't a secret. If asked, she'd say they were her best feature. Aubrey disagreed. She loved them of course, but for Aubrey, Stacie's best feature were her eyes. not the shape, not the color, but the quality within them. An almost animalistic sincerity that held nothing back, it was completely genuine. Those eyes could love you with absolute tenderness, or devour you with predatory ruthlessness. Aubrey loved getting lost in them.

Aubrey decided it was her turn to disrobe. With a smile she undid the knot across her wait and let the robe slip off her shoulders. The satin slipped down the latex that encased her body with ease. Aubrey was in her element, the bodysuit covered her from the tip of her toes to her neck. As always it was skintight, showing off the contours of each carefully defined muscle, each voluptuous curve. Down the middle was a discreet zipper, for easy access. For her, the latex suit was the perfect combination of sensuality and dominance. Wearing this this she was a force to be reckoned with. A single look and gesture of her latex wrapped finger could make an entire Army bow to her.

Stacie watched her Tamer through a narrow gaze and a lusty smirk, no matter how many time's she'd seen Aubrey in this outfit, it never ceased to amaze. And Stacie being Stacie, never one to wait for what she wanted, she closed the distance between and kissed Aubrey once more. Her kiss was eager, aggressive, and leading. That was until Aubrey grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her back. Stacie didn't whimper or flinch at the sudden jerk. Instead, she smiled in defiance, her eyes asking, "Is that all you got?"

"Did you think I'd forget?" Aubrey said with a wicked grin as she produced a small clicker. The long-lost clicker from that night at the bar. She showed it to Stacie, the count read 99.

"Huh, 99? Such a sad number," Aubrey said with mock sadness. "You know what though, you get an extra one." Aubrey clicked the counter once more, rounding the number to an even 100 then she whispered in her ear, "Because you forgot to load the dishwasher last night."

Stacie snorted as she fought back the urge to laugh but nodded, Fair is fair, she admitted, it wasn't on purpose but she did forget. "Aw come on, Bree!" Stacie halfheartedly protested. She was looking forward to this.

"You know the deal," Aubrey said as she led the tall brunette to the St Andrews Cross. She bound Stacie with practiced ease, her back towards Aubrey.

Aubrey stepped towards Chloe and handed her the counter. "Chloe could you be a dear and click here with each strike until the counter reaches zero."

Chloe was caught off guard by the sudden attention. "Um, yeah, sure, totes, I can do that."

Aubrey cocked an eyebrow at her response and glared. Chloe catching on yelped and chirped, "I mean, yes, Mistress!"

Aubrey smiled and walked over to Stacie.

Beca gave Chloe a smile and mouthed a mocking, "Yes, Mistress," which made Chloe giggle.

"I saw that Beca," Aubrey shouted.

Shit! I forgot about the mirrors. "Sorry, Mistress!" Beca jokingly cowered as she and Chloe tried hard not to giggle. They felt like mischievous children getting scolded by the principal.

Aubrey ripped apart the paper-thin panties and caressed Stacie's ass, her touch gentle and light. But she knew her lover well and the playful wiggle asked for more, and harder. Aubrey's grip tightened as she grabbed a handful, nails sinking into soft pale flesh. She pulled and kneaded forcefully. Stacie let out a soft moan of delight. Then Aubrey signed her touch with a fierce and loud spank. It made Stacie exhale sharply in response. Chloe and Beca jumped at the loud slap of flesh on flesh. Then Chloe clicked the counter down. Beca and Chloe knew that had to hurt.

"Yes! Goddamn it!" Stacie exclaimed as she laughed, enjoying every second of the attention. Being center stage excited her. She wanted her friends to witness everything Aubrey would do to her. She wanted them to see the full extent of their experience, how her masochism complemented Aubrey's natural sadism. But more importantly, she wanted her friends to witness how love can be manifested in this scenario.

Aubrey ran the gamut of punishment on Stacie. She used every striking tool at her disposal. She started with the paddle, focused on her ass. With each blow, the click of the counter echoed in the dungeon. Aubrey picked up a thin cane, striking Stacie's back, shoulder blades, the sides of her breast, her calves, her thighs. The cane left painful red lines across her pale flesh. Beca and Chloe flinched with each blow. The blows contorted Stacie's moans of pleasure into ones of painful, screaming delight.

Then she moved to the flogger, and the counter continued to click.

Chloe bit her lip and placed her hand on Beca's thigh. Beca looked at Chloe, she could tell she was getting aroused and smiled.

"Enjoying the show?" Beca whispered into her ear.

"Yeah, she's really going for it isn't she?"

"Yeah she is, I wasn't nearly as hard on you,"

"No you weren't but that's OK, it was my first time doing- um that."

"Think you are ready for something harder?"

"Maybe, but my butt is still tender, so maybe next time but yeah I kinda want that," she said with a soft almost embarrassed laugh. Then noticing the red lines across Stacie's back she quickly added, "OK, maybe not with a stick, that looks really painful."

"Yeah, noted." Beca agreed.

Aubrey struck Stacie with the flogger using an infinity pattern. She would begin with a gentle caress to soothe the especially red sections on her lover's body. Then just as Stacie began to relax, Aubrey would snap it like a whip. This pattern built into a crescendo, the swish and snap of the flogger the melody and Stacie's moans and screams the chorus. When Stacie's body finally slumped, Aubrey was breathing hard and shouted. "Count?"

"43 Mistress!" Chloe responded.

OK, less than halfway. Aubrey stepped close and whispered in a loving tone in Stacie's ear, "Baby? Are you OK? Do you need a break?"

Stacie looked up, her eyes almost hidden behind the long brown hair, but the inferno behind her gaze was still a blaze, "I haven't said the word, have I?"

Aubrey smiled at her. Masochist, she thought. Aubrey was more than willing to keep going but checking in was part of their agreement. Aubrey insisted on it.

"OK, then face me." Aubrey unshackled Stacie and waited for her to turn over then redid the bindings on her wrists and ankles. Aubrey picked up a rope from a nearby table and quickly made a bikini harness knot around Stacie's breasts. "How's that? Not too tight?"

"Tighter," Stacie demanded, she wanted to be constricted, to experience the maximum expression of her masochism. But more importantly, she wanted them to see just how far she could go, how her body delighted with the pain, and how her smile would never falter.

Aubrey was happy to comply. She finished the knot with a forceful yank, Stacie's breast reddening under the pressure. Aubrey used her pinky finger to measure its tightness, dangerously close, she'd have to pay close attention. Stacie didn't care, she just hissed in response to its constriction. Perfect, Stacie thought.

"That looks so hot." Chloe was entranced by the sight. Ropes huh? She didn't know they could be used like this and it called to her. Beca noticed and made a mental note to learn more about that stuff later.

Then Aubrey moved over to grab a set of clamps. They were sturdy and with slip-resistant rubber ends. After gently clamping them on Stacie's tender nipples, she teased her with them, pulled them, stretching them a little at first, making Stacie's body lurch as far as she could with her restraints. Stacie clenched her teeth but held back voicing her pain. Then Aubrey pulled once more, even further. This time Stacie growled in almost demonic defiance, prompting Aubrey to put her back in her place by twisting. Stacie's eyes grew wide as her growl turned into a whimper.

Aubrey grabbed a vibrator harness and secured a Hitachi wand to Stacie's crotch. She turned it on, starting with the lowest setting. Stacie's body started to slowly come alive with the subtle vibrations, they ran electric from her clit to every single part of her body.

Once satisfied with her work Aubrey went back to the rack.

"Get the counter ready!"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Let me know when there's ten left."

"Yes, Mistress!"

This time, Aubrey switched to the riding crop, her blows centered around Stacie's torso, and thighs, while being careful not to hit the nipple clamps. Stacie's body contorted with the pin-point accurate blows, and with each one, the counter clicked down. Aubrey increased the setting on the Hitachi painfully slow. Stacie's body maniacally danced to its hum, promising a grand finale. Aubrey however had other plans as she ruthlessly decreased it, denying her orgasm.

Stacie's chest heaved, as sweat ran down her forehead. While her face betrayed her exhaustion and frustration, her smile depicted bliss.

On the sidelines, Beca and Chloe watched in morbid fascination.

"Um, you can go next," Beca whispered as she leaned towards Chloe.

"Me? Why me?" Chloe usually wouldn't protest but she was still sore from the spankings from this afternoon.

Beca tilted her head, "Do I need to remind you whose idea it was to come here in the first place?"

"Excuse me but I didn't hear you complaining a few hours ago."

"Neither did you!" Beca accused.

"You'll both get a turn!" Aubrey shouted to the commentators on the couch. Beca and Chloe winced at the intensity in her tone.

"Great now we're in trouble," Chloe snapped.

"Shut up she'll hear us with her damn elephant hearing," Beca whispered.

"Elephant?"

"Yes, elephants have great hearing!"

"I thought that was memory?"

"They do but-"

Aubrey groaned exasperated and her bark cut through them, "I can still hear you!"

Chloe and Beca quieted down.

Stacie couldn't hear anything, she was in a daze and her brain was a hazy cloud. She was in heaven. Aubrey increased the vibrations once more, coaxing a rising groan out of Stacie.

"Count!" Aubrey demanded

"23, Mistress!" Chloe responded.

Aubrey put the riding crop away and resumed using the flogger, this time it was almost loving. The gentle strands of the floggers licked Stacie's body. Aubrey increased the vibrations of the Hitachi to its highest pulsing setting and left it there.

"Ten Mistress!" Chloe warned as instructed.

"Count it down!" Aubrey demanded. Almost there baby hang in there! Aubrey thought, she debated striking harder but decided against it, she'd let the vibrator be the star of this show.

"Nine!"

Stacie's arm muscles tensed and relaxed, her bicep and triceps flexed in an impressive display of strength, as her arms wailed, seeking freedom from their bondage.

"Eight!" Beca joined in, this was far too exciting.

Stacie's abs contracted and tightened with each lick and each vibration. She was covered in a light sheen of sweat that made her body glisten gloriously.

"Seven!"

Stacie's breathing increased, then slowed, then increased again as she tried to regain control over her own senses.

"Six!"

Her pelvis rhythmically contracted, her thighs rubbing together for more friction. Stacie would fight and hang tough until the end.

"Five!"

Her hips bucked, they pushed forward then jerked back uncontrollably,

"Four"

Her toes opened and fanned then closed and curled in desperation.

"Three"

Her heart rate hastily pumped harder, circulating blood to the areas that needed it the most.

"Two"

She couldn't contain her voice anymore, her wail turned into a scream as the rushing cascading end arrived.

"One!"

Stacie's eyes rolled to the back of her head, lost in ecstasy as multiple orgasms surged continuously through her like the fury of the ocean. Then Stacie very softly said the word, "Cherry Pie."

Aubrey immediately turned off the vibrator and moved quickly release her partner. The woman fell limp into her arms. Beca and Chloe instinctively stood up to check on their friend. Stacie's arms though limp, wrapped themselves around Aubrey. And with her eyes still closed, and a half-satiated smile on her face, she said almost drunkenly, "That was… awesome, Bree."

Aubrey sighed with relief. Sometimes you scare the hell out of me Stacie. Even though they'd done this before it was still difficult to gauge how far was too far. Because sometimes when love is that deep, the boundaries of lover and tamer become fuzzy. She'd told Beca that she was a human first and it was painfully true. A sensitive and caring human who was very much in love with the woman in her arms. She'd gladly whip her to her heart's content and she'd enjoy it too, but she'd always worry about overdoing it.

"Are you OK, Stace?" Aubrey asked in a whisper.

"I'm fantastic Bree, but… my legs won't stop shaking, I don't think I can walk." She laughed softly. Aubrey smiled and kissed her. It was gentle and reassuring. To Stacie the message behind the kiss was clear as day, I have you.

Stacie noticed Beca and Chloe walking over to them. "Oh hey, girls."

"Aw, that's sweet!" Chloe gushed at the sight of them as she approached.

"Yeah! From whips to cuddles and kisses in record time!" Beca sassed.

"Zip it you!" Aubrey barked at a grinning Beca. "Come on, help me take her to the couch."

"No, I can keep going," Stacie protested.

Aubrey hushed her. "I don't doubt it, my adorable brat but think of this as you doing me a favor so I won't have to worry about you, OK?"

"Fine, just for you then, you big softie," Stacie teased, her voice slightly slurred and tired.

Aubrey smiled as they half-carried the exhausted woman to the couch and laid her face down. Aubrey examined the bruises, they were a bit deeper than she would have liked. She decided to take care of them now in order to prevent deeper bruising. Aubrey started to rub some cool ointment on them that she had stashed inside a bag near the couch. Stacie moaned in response. The ointment worked wonders on her bruises and numbed the was worried, she knew she shouldn't be, but she couldn't help herself.

"I need a moment to take care of Stacie." Aubrey felt a little guilty. During the negotiation, they agreed that Aubrey would supervise a session of their choosing for Beca and Chloe.

"Yeah of course dude, er mistress, take your time, we'll uh-" Beca replied. She could see the concern in Aubrey's eyes and it was a reflection of how she felt after spanking Chloe this afternoon.

"Yeah, you guys take a breather, watching you guys got our motors running, we got this, just sit tight and watch Mistress."

"Have fun you two, we'll be watching," Aubrey replied, grateful that they were being so understanding.

Beca paused and looked back slightly embarrassed. "Yeah, apparently that's kind of like my thing now."

Chloe nodded eagerly remembering how excited Beca had been when Aubrey watched Chloe eat her out by the pool.

"Come on Chloe, I have an idea."

Chloe bounced and eagerly followed her. Beca reached for the iPad on the bed as Chloe looked over her shoulder at what Beca was pointing in the Ipad. Chloe's eyes widened with glee, "Really?"

"It's what you wanted right?"

"Yes! Oh, this is gonna be awesome!"

Aubrey and Stacie watched the girls on the bed. Stacie looked up at Aubrey and said, "You know you don't have to stay here with me, I'll be fine, you can go play with them."

Aubrey looked down as her fingers ran over Stacie's hair, "I know, but right now this is where I need to be,"

"You really are a big softie huh?" Stacie pushed herself up and gave Aubrey a quick kiss on the lips before settling down again and she added, "My big softie though." They knew the importance of aftercare, and Aubrey was far more than just a Domme, and a bit of a sadist. Aubrey was a natural caretaker, and Stacie tended to be reckless and overextend herself, someone had to look out for her. Yeah, this is where I need to be for now. Besides those two have got it handled.

CHLOE'S TURN: THE CAT ON THE SWING

Beca pressed some buttons on the iPad and a sex swing lowered from the ceiling. Aubrey paused from applying the ointment and cheered, "Good choice!"

"Shall we unveil for them?" Chloe asked.

"Hell yeah!" Beca responded feeling emboldened by Chloe's eagerness. She jumps, I jump, Beca thought.

They dropped their robes revealing their outfits underneath. Aubrey and Stacie cheered and whooped from the sidelines.

"Damn girls! Looking hot as hell!" Stacie cheered.

"Oh yeah!" Aubrey exclaimed and clapped.

Beca helped Chloe onto the swing, securing the straps using the handy O-rings on her bodysuit. Chloe leaned backward and placed her legs on the stirrup straps, legs opened wide. Beca unclasped the bottom of her bodysuit. Chloe was on full display for everyone to see and her excitement became evident. Beca stepped back to admire her handiwork. Aubrey was paying close attention to Beca's work and decided that she needed a closer look just for safety's sake.

"You good to sit up for a second Stacie?" Aubrey asked gently.

"Yeah I'm good, go do your thing," Stacie sat up with her own strength.

"Beca, may I approach?" Aubrey asked respectfully.

"Oh, um yeah Mistress," Beca replied slightly confused that she even had to ask. What Beca didn't know was that it was customary to ask for permission to approach when it came to any type of suspension play. It was a matter of safety. She moved closer to inspect the straps and make sure everything was secure. Chloe looked up at Aubrey with an eager smile.

"Hi, Mistress!" Chloe said excitedly.

"Hi, Beautiful!" Aubrey replied. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm good, this is hot. Hey, um, thank you for being here for us."

"Oh you, this is nothing. I'm just going to check your straps are safe, OK?"

"OK, thanks!"

Aubrey walked around the straps and made sure everything was safely secure. She made sure the attachments on Chloe's bodysuit were safely clipped in place and that she was comfortable. She paused by Chloe's head once more. "OK, you are set."

"Thanks, Mistress"

Aubrey leaned down and gingerly placed a kiss on Chloe's forehead and as she walked past Beca she said, "Have fun."

"Oh, we will Mistress" Beca yelled back. Just you watch.

Aubrey went back to Stacie to continue to care for her.

Beca just looked at Chloe, taking her in. Seeing her so vulnerable yet eager excited her. Chloe was loving every second of this, being on display and being leered at like a piece of meat turned her on. Beca walked around her running her finger all over her body. She was enjoying watching Chloe squirm as she teased her. Beca paused by Chloe's head and leaned in to kiss her. This position reminded them of a very special retreat a long time ago. Chloe's lips were soft and wet. And they breathed into each other.

"I'm going to eat you up kitty and then I'm going to fuck your brains out," Beca said with steel in her cobalt blue eyes.

Chloe's eyes widened with surprise. Beca wasn't usually this verbally aggressive and it caught her off guard in a good way. She asked seductively, "Oh, yeah?"

Then Beca got in her head for a second and quickly rambled, "But like if you're cool with it, right cuz like-"

Chloe had to laugh. "Becs, I'm cool with it, full enthusiastic consent, baby."

Beca sighed in relief as she thought, Very smooth Beca, thought you were gonna be all badass, didn't you? Just shut up and get your head back in the game.

Chloe's pussy was a beautiful pale color and it grew red with desire. Beca wanted to be rough with her but decided to use restraint. It was more difficult than she thought and she had a newfound respect for Aubrey. Beca didn't know the next time she'd have such a generous view of Chloe's innermost workings and she loved it. She took in the scent, she smelled like her favorite soap, and the undeniable scent of musk. It was just so intoxicating. Beca ran her nails along her inner thighs, not enough to cut, just enough to scratch lightly. She worked her way to Chloe's pussy. With deliberate slowness, she massaged and gripped Chloe's folds, making a point of having her nails make light contact. Beca could hear Chloe's sharp gasps, followed by soft moans. Using her thumbs, she opened her up. Her entrance was pink and it glistened with desire. Beca worked the outer parts of her girlfriend's pussy, expanding her more, her fingers gliding up and down. Chloe was breathing hard now, gasping, and then hissing. Beca could see her drip. Beca's thumb moved upwards towards her clit, not yet touching, just circling it softly.

"Jesus Beca." Chloe's patience was crumbling.

Beca smiled, she was enjoying deliciously torturing her like this. But there was something there, something Beca couldn't quite pinpoint. She got a similar impression last time when she teased Chloe like this. If Chloe's fire was left unchecked, she could burn down the forest, the city, and possibly the world. Beca had to keep her in check, under some semblance of control, or her fire would burn out too quickly. Beca considered maybe gagging her, but realized that they hadn't discussed it beforehand so decided against it. With her right index finger she caressed her slit, while her thumb settled on her clit. The direct contact with the nerve endings of her clitoris made Chloe buck and the swing's chains rattled. Yes! She started to gently and lightly circle her clit. She knew that this amount of teasing would get Chloe off in moments so she slowed down a bit.

Come on Beca! Damn just give it to me already! Chloe was so turned on, she wanted Beca to be rougher on her. And Beca complied, she moved her right palm upwards and inserted her finger. Chloe spasmed under her causing the swing to move and Beca's finger to go deeper. Yes! Finally! More! Chloe screamed inside her head.

As Beca gently entered and exited, her left hand fondled Chloe's body, her grip settling on her breast. She caressed them softly, teasing them over the latex until the hardness of her nipples poked through. Then Beca pulled the latex dress down forcefully, making Chloe gasp, her shapely breast were now exposed for Beca's amusement. Beca stopped being gentle, she grabbed and pulled. Beca knew exactly how Chloe wanted to be touched right now, she knew Chloe didn't want gentleness anymore, she wanted it rough. Beca grabbed and squeezed Chloe's nipples with the right amount of pressure she craved.

The combination of sensations between her nipples and her pussy overwhelmed Chloe. She was so close that her body buckled and lifted from the swing.

What to do? Beca wondered if to speed up or slow down. Chloe just looks so cute struggling, begging for more. Beca decided to slow down. Same motions, she could hear the frustration in Chloe's whimpers. She continued slowing down her pace then speeding up, delaying and cruelly denying Chloe's orgasm. Then Beca decided to just give it to her with her tongue. Much to Chloe's continued disappointment, Beca was gentle, making circles around the outermost layers, from pussy to clit, and then stuck her tongue inside. She always tasted heavenly, salty, sweet, and maybe fruity.

Much to Chloe's relief Beca changed her pace. She lapped her clit hungrily, wanting every drop of her, only stopping to go as far inside with her tongue as she could. She alternated between her clit and her entrance. And when she mercifully allowed Chloe to come, she did so with a high-pitched scream. She'd never screamed that loudly before, and her legs spasmed.

Beca felt pride that she'd just made her girlfriend come so much harder than when she did with Robert last night. In your face puppy. Beca beamed. Aubrey and Stacie cheered from the couch.

"Damn good job shawty!" Stacie yelled as Aubrey clapped.

"God Beca, that was- that was a lot. Like a lot," Chloe huffed.

"I heard it, surprised none of the glasses broke."

"Jesus…"

"We're not done by the way."

"What?" Chloe asked between gasps.

"Give me a second," Beca ran to get something out of the toy chest by the rack, and using the Ipad she lowered the swing just enough so she could be at Beca's waist height. Beca was finishing securing a blue strap on to her crotch, and on her teeth was a small bottle of lube.

"Oh my God Beca, you're going to use that?"

"I told you I was going to fuck your brains out." She said as best as she could with the bottle on her teeth, but her tone was still confident. But then she grabbed the bottle out of her mouth and hesitated and awkwardly asked, "Wait, do you need a break?"

"Just for a second, I just need to catch my breath." Chloe was still flushed and her chest was heaving from the excitement.

Shit! Forgot to check in, Beca remembered and walked over and kissed her cheek. With her free hand, she grabbed onto her cheek gently caressing it with affection, and pressed Chloe's head against her chest. "It's OK, no rush. We can wait." Chloe's face leaned into it and softly purred. Beca kissed her forehead. Beca found her jokingly purring hilarious and sweet, she'll always take care of her Chloe. "Do you want like water or something?"

"No, just be here with me for a second."

It was a sweet moment, at least it was until Chloe started to suck on Beca's fingers, tasting herself. Her eyes became glassy with desire. Damn. Beca was not expecting the act of having her fingers sucked to feel this good. "Oh wow, OK yeah, that's something else. Damn. I take it you're feeling ready?"

"Uh-huh, Give it to me baby."

Beca intended to. She lubed up the strap-on and gently inserted the tip. Beca had another ace up her sleeve she pulled out a small round vibrator and gently turned it on the lowest setting and nestled it just a bit to the side of Chloe's clit. She gently pushed the strap deeper. She delighted in looking at her girlfriend squirm, violently. She moved her hips, and Chloe moved against her. The swing rocking, working its magic.

Beca increased the vibrator's level which made Chloe shake her head almost begging her to stop. Concerned Beca asked, "You OK?"

"Don't fucking stop!" Chloe yelled with desperation, making Beca almost recoil. Damn OK!

"Yep nope, not stopping."

She went up to the third and last level of intensity of the vibrator as she thrust harder and faster. Both of them breathed hard in unison. The sight was majestic, Chloe was now covered in a sheen of sweat, and her hair was getting damp. Beca was sweating too, which made the leather of her clothes swim and cling. Beca also knew that she was beyond wet, she was now dripping down her legs. The ache was delightful and she wanted to touch herself so much, but knew she had to restrain herself. She continued fucking Chloe, she grabbed onto the swing and went faster and harder, their bodies bouncing against each other audibly.

Aubrey and Stacie watched with mouths wide open, enjoying the show.

"Damn, Beca is really laying into her huh?" Stacie said impressed.

"Yes she is," Aubrey agreed.

"Aaand you are totally gonna give it to her huh?" Stacie asked, with a knowing smirk.

"Yes, yes I am." Aubrey confirmed with an evil gleam in her eye.

This time when Chloe came she screamed so loud that Beca could almost swear that she did hear glass cracking. Her legs spasmed for a good 20 seconds. Beca fell on top of Chloe exhausted. Her head nestled between Chloe's breasts. This was the most comfortable place on the planet. I really should work on my cardio, Beca thought. Both women were breathing hard.

"My legs are cramping Beca."

"Good thing you're on a swing then hm?"

Aubrey appeared behind Beca and whispered in her ear, "Your turn cutie."

BECA'S TURN: YOU CAN'T BREAK THAT WHICH BENDS

"You won't need this for now," Aubrey said as she removed the "Owner" collar from Beca's neck. Aubrey stepped before her and extended her hand. Hanging by one of her fingers was Beca's choker. Beca's eyes fixated on the choker, recognition dawning.

"You have a choice, you can either put it on for real this time, or you can walk away and we call it a day. No one will think any less of you if you do."

I can't believe I'm going to do this, Beca thought as she begrudgingly took the choker from Aubrey. With a roll of her eyes, she put on the collar. Her eyes taunted Aubrey as she did so.

Aubrey smiled and hooked the O-ring around her finger. She yanked Beca closer, making her almost lose her balance. "Are you sure?"

"I signed the contract, didn't I? Mistress." Beca pronounced the word with a playfully provocative tone.

"Then let's begin. Undress—slave."

It took Beca a second to comply. She remembered putting Chloe through this same scenario on their very first night in Hotel California. Chloe had been so carefree. It impressed Beca with how easy it was for her to do it. Beca decided to try to emulate Chloe's playfulness. Though she was nervous she smiled, and jokingly stuck out her tongue. With trembling hands, she slowly began to unzip the leather dress. Beca paused for a second letting the moment hang in the air as the tension built. Aubrey could feel it and she licked her lips with anticipation. Then Beca decided to let the dress fall to her ankles. Leaving her in her leather undergarments, gloves, stockings, and boots. With a subtle hand gesture, she communicated, here I am, what are you going to do to me?

Aubrey stepped closer, but Beca stood her ground. Aubrey could still see the slight tremble in her hands.

"Come on slave, let's make you comfortable."

Aubrey hooked her finger into Beca's choker once more and led her to the special chair and sat her down. The chair was custom-made to Aubrey's specifications. It could do a lot more than just adjust and recline. It was made of dark wood, with red vinyl cushioning. Aubrey opened the arms horizontally to resemble a T-shape. It had bindings for each limb, waist, torso, and neck. Aubrey bound Beca's ankles to the chair legs, it gave her enough wiggle room but not enough to completely close her legs. Then she strapped her waist and neck to the chair, further limiting her mobility. Finally, Aubrey bound her hands, leaving her wide open and exposed. It was a highly vulnerable position.

Beca gulped, feeling nervous but excited that it was her turn to be the center of attention. Her skin was on fire with anticipation for what was in store. Aubrey circled her, her stride confident as her fingers playfully drew trails over Beca's body.

Meanwhile, Beca fixated on Aubrey's attire, her full body latex suit was subtle yet dominating, and just so very, very tight. Her presence, like always, was formidable. Aubrey had a knack for making sensual subtlety an art form and Beca was a big fan. Aubrey stopped behind her and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "And now we'll start with the sensory deprivation. I'm going to blindfold you. Are you ready?"

Beca closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of her breath in her ear. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Beca knew that this was going to happen, they'd talked about it during the negotiation session when they first came in. Beca tentatively nodded in response.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" Aubrey taunted.

Beca scrunched up her eyes, fighting her impulse to sass back. She wasn't crazy about this part. Maybe it was her ego or her pride getting in the way. She remembered their first time together, how hard she'd resisted calling Aubrey mistress. But this time when Aubrey presented the question again during the negotiation Beca decided that she'd go for it. Because like they'd talked about before, sometimes it feels good to get out of your comfort zone, to be broken down and rebuilt. She whispered, "Yes, Mistress."

"I still can't hear you, darling," Aubrey teased, enjoying the fact that Beca was finally calling her by her proper title.

"Yes, Mistress!" Beca barked.

Aubrey's smile parted as she whispered, "Good girl."

Beca shivered in response. I'm- I'm a good girl. Repeating that to herself was strange, and yet it felt good, hot and freeing. She couldn't quite understand it yet but she decided not to dwell on it for now.

Without another word, Aubrey secured the blindfold around Beca's eyes, enveloping her in darkness. Without her sight, Beca could feel panic creeping in and her breathing becoming fast. But once she calmed herself, she started to notice how her other senses were heightening. She could hear Aubrey circling her but she could hear more than her stomping, she could feel her energy. It was palpable, and her body was drawn to her magnetism.

Beca's breathing quickened again, but this time it was growing impatient. And when Aubrey placed a finger on Beca's thigh, she twitched at the coolness of her touch.

"You can feel it then, how the blindfold increases your tactile sense."

"Yes, Mistress"

Beca could hear as her Mistress steps grew further and further and she realized, Shit, she's getting something from the rack! I thought we agreed no striking! I'm still sore from before! Oh god! Should I say something? Calm down Beca, it's Aubrey, you can trust her.

Her mild panicked train of thought was interrupted by a soft feathery sensation just below her rib cage. Aubrey was using a feather tickler on her. The soft tickle made her jerk away, and stifle a yelp.

Well, at least it's not the cane.

Aubrey tickled her neck making her try to shy away but because of her neck restraint, she couldn't move away. As Aubrey traced patterns on her skin as Beca squirmed and writhed in delicious agony. Beca could feel herself succumbing deeper and deeper to her Domme's whims but still she resisted.

In the darkness, Beca's world narrowed to the exquisite torture of Aubrey's feathers. Beca resisted every tickle and every involuntary giggle. And as she found herself ruminating on the subject of submission, her ego demanded that she not to give in, that she fight back.

Aubrey whispered, "The more you struggle, the harder it gets."

Beca reflected on this. Was struggling preventing her from enjoying herself? In a way, this is what she'd been fighting all along, herself. Beca wanted to be free. Since she'd arrived at the hotel she'd made great progress, so why was she still fighting it? Beca made the conscious decision to let go once more and just let herself enjoy this moment to the fullest. Beca laughed out loud with Aubrey's tickles. It was cathartic, it felt so good to just let herself laugh. Also stifling her laughter was starting to hurt.

Aubrey blinked in surprise and smiled. The laughter was contagious and Chloe and Stacie laughed along.

"I'm glad you're enjoying this, but now how about we get serious?" Aubrey placed a ball gag on Beca. Beca instinctively bit down on it, she couldn't close her mouth, her tongue constricted in the back of her mouth. When they talked about sensory deprivation, she knew it involved speaking but for a second she'd forgotten. Nothing like the taste of rubber and the sensation of your saliva trickling down the sides of your mouth to serve as a reminder.

Aubrey stepped back to admire her work. Beca looked magnificent like this and it made Aubrey's heart flutter. The ball-gag, the restraints, so exposed, so vulnerable, Aubrey could feel her body burning. The sight of Beca gagged specifically made Aubrey feel like she was on fire. Aubrey thought back to all those years ago, she would have given anything to ball-gag Beca back in their Barden days. But it hadn't been sexual back then, at least she didn't think so at the time. She mostly just wanted Beca to shut up. She stifled a giggle. Yes, a gagged Beca back in the day would have been ideal. Better late than never, she thought. Aubrey checked herself, this wasn't the time for pettiness over grudges of the past, it might cloud her judgment and affect her performance.

"It's called tickle torture, after all, not tickle play." Aubrey leaned closer once more and whispered in a serious tone. "Remember three quick snaps of your fingers is your safe word now. You understand?"

Beca still in darkness, tentatively nodded. Aubrey moved her hands downwards towards Beca's chest and unclasped the front hook of her leather bra. Her breast heaved visibly as the coldness of the room hardened her nipples. They were beautiful. Aubrey was entranced by them. Aubrey snapped herself out of it and continued, her fingers traveling south, gently caressing her contours as she did so. Beca moaned through the ball gag. Aubrey's hands undid the latches on the side of her leather panties and slipped them off.

Aubrey couldn't contain herself at the beautiful sight of her inviting pussy. She indulged herself and let her fingers glide around Beca's clit. Beca closed her eyes and moaned again.

Oh, this is too good, Aubrey thought. She walked up behind her and wrapped a hand around Beca's neck, while the other hand went back to working her clit.

She didn't need to be gentle, Beca was more than ready. Aubrey was rough, and her motions dragged back and forth, circled, hooked, and slapped. Making Beca's body react differently to each motion. Beca leaned her head back as much as she could and settled against Aubrey's shoulder she groaned with pleasure when Aubrey inserted a gloved finger.

"Oh you are enjoying this aren't you slut?"

Slut? What the- Oh! If you could see how hard I'm glaring at you right now. Beca's defiance was extinguished when Aubrey's fingers began moving again. Beca leaned her head back once more as she succumbed to the pleasure. The noises coming from Beca's gagged mouth were more animalistic than human. And as Aubrey's expert fingers increased their pace, she noticed Beca's sharp quick inhales. She paused and gave Beca's pussy one last slightly harder slap. Beca's head snapped forward as far as she could with her neck restraint and groaned in frustration and pain.

"Sorry to put a damper on your party, slut, but we've only just begun."

Beca whimpered in response and she thought, slut again? Oh fuck, why is this turning me on so much? She was so close, she wanted to come so badly. Being at Aubrey's mercy was brutal and cruel. And yet here she was, still riding this wave, eager for more. As much as she was enjoying this, somewhere deep within her, there was a spiteful voice saying, oh I'm going to get you for that one bitch.

Then Aubrey went back to administering the feathery touches. Beca laughed and laughed as much as she could through her gag. But somewhere along the lines it stopped being funny, and the maddening muffled laughter turned to agonized muffled screams. Her face and her torso hurt from the constant expanding and contracting. Her pelvis, thighs, calves, everything hurt. Beca could no longer recognize her own sounds.

Aubrey would mercifully pause but just long enough to give Beca a second to breathe. She'd check in on her to see if Beca was using the snaps as a safe word. But they didn't come. Beca was smiling through the gag, she was enjoying this.

You never cease to amaze me Beca, Aubrey thought impressed. She was painfully familiar with this particular form of play and it was brutal on the body and the psyche. She herself had once begged for mercy after 20 minutes of this. She looked at the watch on the wall, Beca had officially just broken her record.

Beca's soft groans increased as the tickle torture continued, her mouth frothing with her spittle. Beca didn't care, she didn't care about the fact that her drool was disgracefully running down her body and covering her from breasts down to navel. She would laugh, groan, and try to scream as her body jerked in response to the feathers. Her toes curled and she stomped in desperation. Aubrey noticed her toes and got a delicious idea. She reached for a button on the side of the chair and the chair began to recline, and then her legs parted, opening her up completely. Beca's breathing became faster, realizing what was happening. She was being put on full display. For a minute nothing happened, Beca focused her senses to try to understand what was happening. She could hear her mistress' footsteps and some rustling. She felt as if her boots were being undone and pulled off.

No fucking way! Not my feet! Beca thought, fearing what would come next.

The tickle torture resumed, but this time on Beca's bare feet. Aubrey started drawing gentle circles on the bottoms of her feet. The intense sensation made Beca's squirming more forceful, she rocked the chair back and forth, luckily it was bolted down. She threw herself back and arched her body as much as she could with her restraints. Her moans and screams were garbled through her gag. When Aubrey paused to give Beca a second, she could see and hear her panting, her chest heaving. Still no snaps, Beca wasn't giving up. In fact, Beca was allowing herself to submit even further.

I'm still here, barely but yeah, she thought as something clicked. Everything started to come together. Ever since she first came to Hotel California she'd been changing.

No, not changing exactly.

Evolving.

She'd been exposed, her insecurities brought to the surface, old wounds were opened and cauterized. And every time she thought she'd broken down, instead, she'd risen above the challenge. She wasn't alone of course, she'd had help, and she'd only been able to rise above it because of those she loved - Chloe, Aubrey, and Stacie. With their help, she'd overcome it all. Her spirit may have been bent, but her will wasn't broken. It would never be broken.

So Beca surrendered, and when she did she found liberation. She found the power within the act of submission. After all, Aubrey was only able to do this to her because she consented. Because she wanted this. It wasn't just about pleasing Chloe anymore because she was enjoying this.

Do whatever the hell you want to me Aubrey, call me a slut, call me whatever you want, I'm here for it.

Aubrey continued to tease Beca. She wished she'd brought up other forms of play during the negotiation. She'd give anything to do temperature play on Beca right now, an ice bath or even branding. Labeling her as a slave for as long as the branding would last. But as excited as she was, Aubrey was a professional. She'd never introduce something they hadn't discussed before the session. No matter how alluring Beca looked being submissive. And she looked so inviting, so vulnerable. Aubrey fought the urge to give in, to drop her role, to kiss her with everything she had.

Keep your cool Aubrey. Aubrey took a deep breath. She decided to let go of the tickle play. She stepped behind Beca and teased her with her fingers once more. Beca's body arched and tightened. Now that her legs were open Aubrey had full access to Beca's pussy. She could feel it swell. Her latex fingers circled the pool and tested the waters, but they denied Beca what she needed the most. Aubrey whispered provocatively into her ear, "Do you like it when I tease you like this, slut?"

Beca still in the darkness nodded her response, she wanted anything and everything Aubrey had to offer her. Aubrey loved how she moaned and squirmed. She wanted to hear her voice, to hear how she sounded as she begged so she undid her ball gag and removed her blindfold.

Beca coughed, the excess saliva dripping from her mouth. And once again Beca didn't care how she looked. She looked up at Aubrey, and inside her piercing steel blue eyes there was lust and submission. Aubrey couldn't hold herself back anymore and kissed Beca.

Fuck what are you doing Aubrey, Aubrey thought as she sank into the kiss, she was hungry for her, and she pushed her tongue deep into Beca. Beca welcomed it.

"Oh! This is- this is very unlike her," Stacie said from the couch. Chloe turned to her confused.

"What do you mean?"

"She doesn't usually kiss her slaves, except for me of course."

"What do you think that means?"

"I think it means that Beca is breaking through to her," Stacie had to giggle a bit.

"That's my girl," Chloe said proudly. Go get her Becs, Chloe cheered.

Aubrey stopped herself from going further and stepped back, wiping Beca off of her chin. Beca gasped for breath and whispered a soft, "Fuck."

Aubrey grabbed her neck and pulled her head back. Beca's neck went limp, allowing herself to be toyed with and she smiled. Seeing Beca melting in her hands was making Aubrey feel like she was losing her grasp on her self-control. She shook it off and started to focus her efforts on Beca once more. With her free hand, she fingered her again, her movements rougher and sloppier than before. Beca's mouth opened wide with pleasure as her eyes rolled back.

"You like when I fuck you like this, slut?" Aubrey asked.

"Y-yes, Mistress," she squeaked, her eyes closed, focusing on the sensations. If she learned anything from the blindfold it was that everything felt heightened deprived of her sight.

"Say it!" Aubrey commanded.

"Oh god! I love it when you fuck me like this!" Beca exclaimed as her dignity crumbled.

"I bet you're aching to come, aren't you? Do you want to come for me Beca?"

"God, please yes!" Beca implored as she exhaled.

"Then I need you to do something for me Beca. Will you do something for me Beca?"

"Yes! I'll do anything," she pleaded.

"I want you to beg."

"What-" Beca asked for whatever doubt quickly vanished as Aubrey continued to work her magic. "Oh fuck!"

"You heard me, beg."

"Please Mistress Aubrey." Her voice was soft, subdued.

"Keep going," Aubrey urged.

"Make me come," Who needs dignity anyway? Beca asked herself

"I can't hear you Beca."

"Please make me come, Mistress," Beca whined, her body yearning.

"Good girl," Aubrey smiled. She was done teasing. She gave Beca what she needed, her touch was firm. She focused on her clit, circling it.

"Oh God Aubrey!"

"That's it! Who's my good girl?"

"I'm your good girl!" Beca responded in a daze, barely cognizant of what she was saying, she was so close. Her body rolled with pleasure, and her toes curled as her legs trembled. Then Aubrey with a wicked smile, paused everything and removed her fingers. Leaving Beca hanging off the ledge.

"Not yet, you'll come when I tell you to come."

Beca whined in response but Aubrey shut her up by shoving her fingers in Beca's mouth.

"Suck on them,"

Beca's surprise was short-lived, her eyes became glassy as she slowly closed them. Her lips wrapped around her Aubrey's fingers, and she sucked on them, tasting herself. She tasted sweet and a little salty, she was drunk with the sensuality of the act. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the last portion of rational thought left. Beca remembered how Chloe sucked her fingers, and how it drove her wild. And once again Beca did her best to emulate Chloe's eager spirit.

Even through her gloves, Aubrey was overwhelmed by the sudden intensity of the act and had to close her eyes. Maybe it wasn't just the act or the sensations, it was about Beca, and how lascivious she looked. Aubrey knew she'd soon lose her control.

She started to explore every crevice of her mouth. It was humiliating for Beca but she didn't care. Aubrey was fucking her mouth with her fingers. Then with her other hand she started to tease Beca's pussy again. Beca couldn't help but breathe out into Aubrey's fingers. Aubrey wanted to do it slowly but passion took hold and it became frenzied.

"Yeah, you like that don't you, when I fuck your mouth and your pussy? Huh, slut?"

Beca just nodded and gargled a "Yes, Mistress," her eyes open wide and glassed over with lust. Tears were running down her cheeks, smearing her eye shadow.

"Are you my good little slut"?" Her voice was sultry and low but desperate. A telltale sign of losing control.

Beca nodded in response, doing her best to keep her eyes on her, as more tears streaked, continuing to ruin her makeup.

"Say it!" Aubrey demanded.

She responded as best as she could with Aubrey's fingers in her mouth. "I'm your good little slut." The response was broken and gargled but audible for all to hear.

"Wow!" Stacie said, her eyes fixed on them, she'd never seen Aubrey like this, she could tell she was becoming unhinged. Chloe just had her mouth covered with her hands with awe, she'd never heard Beca speak like this, in fact she knew Beca hated any use of derogatory words against women like this, she must be deep in the hole. It was exciting to see her like this, but very surprising.

The sight was too much, it was too hot, Aubrey's excitement got the best of her and she lost control again and Aubrey pulled her fingers out of Beca's mouth and she coughed up more excess saliva. Aubrey grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up and kissed her again. Her fingers continued working on Beca's pussy. Aubrey wanted to stop, to keep torturing her. But it was so hard to resist her like this, she got her started on this journey, and she needed to see how it would end. Beca's climax was a fireworks show, colorful explosions that filled the darkness with vibrant light. Each explosion had its own beat that inspired the body. As she squirted she quivered uncontrollably, each nerve ending in her body felt extremely sensitive and sent jolts of electricity.

Aubrey leered at her, enjoying the show, and feeling triumphant. Her heart was pounding as her arousal threatened to overflow. She wanted to touch herself, really badly, or to sit on Stacie's face for an hour. She pressed a button on the side of the chair and Beca's binds came loose. Beca was lucky that she was in a chair otherwise she would have collapsed onto the floor.

AUBREY'S TURN: INSURRECTION

Aubrey placed a hand over her heart and took a deep breath, trying to lower her heart rate. She saw as Beca leaned back on the chair and covered her face with her hands. Beca was trying to gather her wits but Aubrey could see the aftershocks still rippling through her body. She couldn't help but feel proud of herself. Not for the first time she'd been able to take Beca to an ethereal plane and make her soul leave her body, and squirt.

Aubrey turned around, shifting her attention back to Stacie and Chloe who had been very quiet while they watched the performance. Stacie and Chloe's eyes were wide open and they pointed behind Aubrey. Aubrey tilted her head confused.

Suddenly a soft but fierce voice came up behind her. "I- I didn't hear the bell ring Aubrey."

"Hm?" Aubrey turned, her eyes widened at the sight of the dangerous blue eyes and smeared black makeup, lightly hidden beneath Beca's hair. Uh-oh!

"Ooh girls" Beca sang and Chloe and Stacie immediately appeared by Aubrey's side and placed their hands on her shoulders, gently restraining her. Aubrey looked at both of them and blinked confused. "What's going on? Stacie? Chloe?"

Beca strode seductively towards them, still dripping and completely naked except for the long latex gloves that made her feel like Catwoman. "I talked it over with Stacie and we thought it'd be fun to turn the tables on you."

"Stacie," Aubrey whined, a little concerned to a smiling Stacie.

"Relax Bree, I got you," Stacie said with a wink. That alone told Aubrey all she needed to know. Stacie would be looking after her, she could always trust her. She looked at Chloe and her earnest smile. She could trust Chloe with her life too.

Aubrey turned back to Beca who had just removed the collar and extended it to Aubrey. This one was the wild card, with that adorably wicked grin on her face. Aubrey blushed. Sure, she could trust Beca, she knew that now. But it still made her a little anxious to relinquish her control, especially to her. She got the feeling that Beca was going to put her through the wringer. Aubrey closed her eyes and sighed, and judging from the desire that had been building for a while now, that's exactly what she needed.

"You have a choice here Aubrey, you can either put it on, or walk away and no one will think any less of you if you do," Beca said with a gleam in her eyes as she repeated verbatim what Aubrey had told her before they began.

Aubrey's eyes landed on the choker and she laughed. Of course Beca would pull this reversal, she should have expected it. Aubrey considered the proposal for another second. Knowing she'd be completely safe with them and doing her best imitation of Beca she grabbed the collar and with a shake of her head put it on.

Beca stepped forward as the girls stepped back until they reached the bed. They sat Aubrey down. And Beca slowly straddled her and pushed her down then whispered in her ear, "Now it's your turn, or should I say… payback slut."

Slut? Oh you bitch! Aubrey scowled and blushed furiously at that word and the sudden aggression of her favorite rebel made her heart skip a beat and desire continue to build. Beca kissed her, it was forceful and aggressive and it made Aubrey's head spin. Before she knew it Beca was pushing her tongue into her mouth. Aubrey returned the kiss as best as she could but she was still unconsciously resistant to relinquishing her control.

Can't think, must – stay in—control.

But it wasn't working and Aubrey's head was getting fuzzy as she was melted into the bed, fusing with it. Suddenly Beca broke the kiss and turned to the girls, leaving Aubrey to wonder how in the hell she'd ended up being straddled under Beca again.

"I'm going to need some help." It wasn't a question, it was a command.

Stacie, fully recovered and ready for more, latched herself to her left side and Chloe to her right. Both started to kiss Aubrey's neck as Beca kissed her mouth once more.

Aubrey thought that everything they'd done so far tonight was carefully planned, it was controlled, calculated, but this, this was chaos, this was Beca in all her glory, operating on pure unbridled instinct and giving Aubrey exactly what she wanted. The symphony of sensations coursing through her body thrilled her. Her arousal reached its threshold. It was all too alluring, it felt too good, and Aubrey was left with no choice, but to succumb and submit.

Oh, to hell with it, do whatever you want to me.

As she thought that she felt herself relax and lean into the sensations. She kissed Beca back with renewed passion. As Beca unzipped Aubrey's latex suit, and slowly peeled it off of her. Chloe and Stacie helped pull every inch of latex off, revealing her healthy, and soft naked body. Without every her latex suit Aubrey felt naked and vulnerable, just as they all felt. Aubrey was covered in sweat and talc but none of the women cared, they wanted to taste every inch of her. Beca's tongue traveled all through her body, charting a course south. Stacie took over Aubrey's mouth, kissing her deeply, breathing life into each other. Aubrey felt a surge of relief at the familiarity of Stacie's mouth, it was as perfect as always, and it helped settle her nerves.

Meanwhile, Chloe's mouth gently nipped and kissed her neck and her collarbone then settled on her breast, her breath warm and moist on them as her lips latched on her right nipple and her tongue gently flicked. Aubrey's breath hiked in response, she was always so sensitive in that area. Stacie broke the kiss and looked down, admiring Chloe's work, and smiled. "Oh, you must be loving this huh Bree?" Aubrey nodded and uttered an "Uh-huh," Stacie joined Chloe and worked on her left nipple.

Beca's tongue found the dip in Aubrey's hip, she loved this part of a woman's body. Beca kissed it gently at first, then she sucked on it, hard. The forceful pressure made Aubrey's hip buck and she gasped, making Beca grab her by the hips and push her down as she continued. Beca branded Aubrey with her lips, she'd left her mark, on her body and on her soul. Beca wanted Aubrey to remember this night for the rest of her life. The same way she would remember it forever.

Chloe and Stacie looked at each other, they each had their teeth gently pinching Aubrey's nipples. Stacie had never seen the redhead more beautiful than she did now and taking a break from Aubrey's nipples she leaned forward and kissed Chloe. This was the first kiss they'd shared and both were masters in the art. The kiss was gentle at first, soft, and their tongues ever so lightly touching. Then they tilted their heads to the side and deepened their kiss, it turned explosive and took both their breaths away.

Beca looked up to catch the sight and breathed out, "Damn you two."

Chloe smiled and turned to Beca. "Feeling left out babe? Come here," Chloe reached and pulled Beca in and kissed her. The familiarity of their kiss was comforting, a brief respite from the chaos. That was until Chloe pushed her off and said, "You need to try this." And Chloe pushed Beca towards Stacie's open and welcoming mouth.

Beca once read about the succubus, she-demons that sucked the life force out of men and left them as empty husks of their former selves. She always suspected Stacie was a succubus or a siren or something like it. And she was right because her kiss was impossibly deep, wet, and intoxicating, and when she broke away she left you wanting and willing to sacrifice everything.

Holy hell Stacie! Beca thought as she whimpered into the kiss. For a second, she felt both envy and pity for Aubrey.

Chloe was enjoying the show but when she looked up, she found Aubrey equally as entranced by the sight of their lovers kissing. Chloe positioned her face above Aubrey's and smiled wickedly. Aubrey's eyes widened with realization and a little bit of panic, she stammered, "Chloe I've never- we've never…" She wanted to say that they'd never kissed before, that she would never do anything to put their friendship at risk. That she treasured their friendship over everything.

Chloe just smiled gently, she knew her friend well and just whispered, "How about for tonight how bout you turn off that big brain of yours and just kiss me OK?" Aubrey swallowed, her nod was slow and hesitant but consenting. So much for if it's not a hell yes then its a hell no. Chloe kissed her. Their first kiss. A hell of a night of firsts, Aubrey thought, as Chloe's lips softly tugged at hers. A flood of memories and emotions coursed through them. The kiss was almost nostalgic, though it didn't make sense. There may have been a minute or two when Chloe may have found herself attracted to Aubrey but it didn't matter, it had been short-lived, and much like Aubrey, she would always prioritize their friendship over anything, including a fleeting attraction. But tonight, here in this bed, surrounded by these beauties, all bets were off.

Meanwhile, Beca and Stacie broke apart from their kiss. Beca looked dazed and confused, her face flushed. Stacie certain she could still feel Beca's kiss, grabbed her chin and with a smile said, "You- you are really good at that Beca."

"I- uh, thanks, damn Stace, so are you, like another level." Beca mumbled, slightly delirious.

"Shh, don't want Red over there to get jealous," Stacie teased. "Now get to work on her pussy, and make my Bree feel good, she's earned it."

"Yes, ma'am," Beca responded still breathless.

Yep she's a succubus, or a witch, Beca thought and did as she was told. No more preamble, she went straight for it. Face first. With her thumbs she opened Aubrey up and licked, she circled around her clit before doing her best to dive in as far as her tongue would allow, as her thumb gently traced circles.

"Ho! Oh My!" Aubrey moaned loudly as Beca did her best to eat her out.

Chloe looked towards Beca and bit her thumb. She'd never seen her lover eat someone else out and it was a sight to behold. So many firsts Chloe thought. Then Stacie turned Chloe to her, gave her a quick kiss, and said, "Excuse me Red, someone owes me one." Chloe backed up a bit as Stacie gave Aubrey a wicked grin.

"Stacie! What are you..." Aubrey protested as Stacie straddled her face.

"I'm fucking your face, baby, what does it look like?"

Chloe giggled in response as she watched. This is wild.

"Come here Red," Stacie grabbed Chloe and had her straddle Aubrey's torso. While they kissed, Stacie's hands began to work on the redhead's pussy. Chloe panted, tensed, and buckled under the expert fingers of Stacie. This kiss became messy and wet, their once careful choreography interrupted by the intensity of the motions stimulating both their pussies.

Beneath Stacie, Aubrey was deliciously smothered, her senses overwhelmed as Stacie rocked back and forth. Stacie was careful, making sure not to hurt her, but the pressure was there. The lasciviousness of the act was too much to bear, the intensity of her scent, it was all too much to deny. Not that Aubrey wanted to anyway, and she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, letting Stacie ride it till kingdom come.

Meanwhile, Beca worked Aubrey's pussy hard with her tongue. She would rest her jaw by switching out her mouth for her hands, moving equally fast, and judging by the desperate bucking and shaking of Aubrey's legs she was doing a good job. Beca went to latch her lips against her clit once more but this time she simultaneously inserted her fingers, doing her best to imitate the motions that had been used on her before. Beca sped up everything she was doing, the faster Aubrey's body responded the hungrier she became.

"Oh my god!" Aubrey's muffled screams came beneath Stacie her as multiple orgasms rocked through her. Stacie laughed feeling her lover's convulsions of delight. Stacie decided to speed up her fingers bringing Chloe to another orgasm. She collapsed off Aubrey and to the side, panting in exhaustion, a smile of sheer bliss on her face.

Stacie decided to be merciful and lifted herself off Aubrey's face. She worked her own magic on herself with her fingers and expertly brought herself to an orgasm, inches from Aubrey's face. Droplets of passion fell on Aubrey's smiling blushing face. Smiling broadly Stacie fell to her other side, needing to catch her breath as well.

Aubrey wiped her lover's orgasm from her face. Suddenly felt herself getting pulled and turned around.

"What? What are you-"

Beca interrupted. "What, you thought I was done with you?" Aubrey looked back to see Beca placing the final clasps of the strap-on securing it to her crotch. She had gotten it from the toy chest and was similar to the one she used on Chloe, but slightly bigger and purple and on Beca's tiny frame, it looked intimidating, Aubrey gulped at the sight, "Oh god Beca, wait a second!"

Beca paused, she wanted to continue but wanted to respect the rules of the game, "Should I not? Want me to stop?"

Aubrey considered it, she was beaten, tender, and very sensitive. And it had been a while since she'd had something like that inside of her. Oh to hell with it, it's Hotel California damn it!

"I- uh yeah, just… use the lube," she said, slightly hesitant.

"Here you go B," Stacie said as she pressed the button on the headboard that produced a brand new bottle of lubricant and tossed it at Beca. She caught it, grinned, then removed the wrapping with her teeth. Aubrey could have sworn the woman suddenly had fangs like some wild she-wolf.

"All right, get ready Aubrey, I'm going to fuck you senseless."

Like you haven't already! Jesus-

After applying a generous amount of the cool liquid Beca went in, there was some slight resistance, and she paused, giving Aubrey time to relax and accommodate. Aubrey almost bit her tongue and her grip tightened around the sheets. Stacie getting a bit concerned crawled towards Aubrey and whispered into her ear, "You OK Bree?"

Aubrey's face was pressed against the sheets and through gritted teeth she said, "Yeah, just holy… it's been a while,"

"Yeah I know, we haven't done that at all, well not to you at least," Stacie giggled. "You know we can stop if you want."

"I know, oh- damn it- I know. It's OK, I want this. Thanks for checking in," Aubrey smiled through her grimace.

"Good to go Becs, give her hell," Stacie said giving her a thumbs up. Chloe laughed out loud.

In mock betrayal, Aubrey exclaimed "Stacie!" Give her hell? What am I a motorcycle?

Beca started to thrust slowly, going halfway in and out, allowing Aubrey time to adjust to its length. Aubrey moaned loudly in response, her hands gripping the sheets. Beca couldn't stop admiring Aubrey face down on the sheets, with her perfect hair disheveled and coming undone, her back arched with her magnificent ass up in the air. The view was breathtaking. As she went deeper, Aubrey could feel herself sink further into pleasure.

Beca picked up the pace, with one hand she made sure the dildo stayed in place and another hand on the dip on Aubrey's hips. Beca pulled her in as she thrust. Aubrey moaned loudly, as their pacing synced. Aubrey started to push back, wanting it more and more with each thrust.

"Damn looking good Aubrey!" Stacie cheered.

"Yeah get it!" Chloe chimed.

Aubrey lifted up to her elbows, her eyes closed, a broad smile on her face. It was a look of pure joy. Her blonde hair had fully come undone and it weaved and rocked with the motions, strands stuck to the sweat on her face.

Beca, entranced by the sight, adjusted her position, reached forward and grabbed a fistful of Aubrey's free flowing blonde hair. The sudden jerk made Aubrey's smile grow wider, she had always liked having her hair pulled.

Stacie bit her lip and made a mental note to remember that one. She was loving how free and unhinged Aubrey looked right now.

Chloe fixated on Beca's presence, the raw power she displayed. Chloe wondered if this is how Beca looked when she fucked her, her brow furrowed, her muscles tense, and her flawless rhythmic thrusting. Maybe they should have a conversation about recording themselves at some point in the near future, because right now Beca looked incredibly hot and she wanted to rewatch this scene over and over again.

Beca, fueled by the sight of Aubrey's enjoyment, stepped it up a notch. Her grip around Aubrey's hair tightened as she pulled her back further. Her free hand moved to her hips, pulling her in as she pushed. As Aubrey grew more accommodating, Beca didn't hold back the length of the toy, and when she went as deep as she could. It was punctuated with the satisfying sound of flesh on flesh. Aubrey's moans grew louder and louder in response. And she slammed her first against the bed, repeatedly, gesturing for more, for less, for everything and nothing. It was confusing and chaotic pleasure.

Aubrey lifted herself up, her back against Beca's breasts and she reached behind her to caress Beca's face. Beca's hand remained tight around her hair but her other hand moved up to her torso, her breast and finally settled on her neck. Beca paused for a second to readjust herself, knowing that in this position the toy would likely slip out. She lowered herself slightly and adjusted the angle to a more vertical position so her thrusting was more upwards, she found that the springs of the bed helped. Then Beca resumed with renewed motivation and Aubrey matched her tempo, they were a tower of sex, a monument of pleasure and as their moaning matched, of sound. It was an impressive sight for Chloe and Stacie who held their breaths as they witnessed Aubrey's body's telltale sign of climax.

"Oh, oh… Oh! Fuck!" Aubrey gasped and then screamed as multiple orgasms washed through her universe and the strength that held her up gave, and she lifelessly dropped back down to the bed face first, her back arching with sharp bursts of jerky movements as the aftershocks took over. Her eyes were closed and the smile of her face was one of disbelief and deep satisfaction. Every nerve ending in her body short-circuited with pleasure, and more involuntary spasms shook through her.

Beca gently pulled the toy out of Aubrey, eliciting a hiss of relief and slight disappointment. Once free, Beca leaned down on top of Aubrey's back, she was exhausted. That was a hell of a workout, she thought. Both women were covered in each other's sweat and they remained in place, breathing in the pleasure of their bodies as they allowed their heartbeats go down to a much gentler rhythm. Chloe and Stacie leaning against each other, began to cheer.

"That was- that was," Aubrey tried to say, her smile making her face hurt.

"I know," Beca gasped, smiling just as broadly.

AFTERCARE

All four women lay naked on the bed together, the sheets were as ruffled as they felt. Chloe was flushed red and beaming the widest smile. On her right was Beca, equally flushed and still panting, covering her hands with her face, hiding her smile. She couldn't believe what had transpired. On Chloe's left was Aubrey, her usually pristine and tight hair was ruffled into an almost unrecognizable mess, her bright red lipstick was smeared across her face, and there were traces of the lipstick all over Beca, Chloe, and Stacie. Aubrey was smiling, she felt accomplished and proud but more importantly satiated. And on the other corner next to Aubrey lay Stacie, her hair equally messy and damp, she was grinning and covered in red welts and bruises.

"Dude, that went off the rails," Beca gasped.

"It really did," Chloe giggled.

"That was insanely hot you guys, like the third or fourth hottest thing I've ever done," Stacie laughed as she reminisced.

Aubrey shot Stacie a look of what do you mean third or fourth? Stacie just winked, a girl's gotta keep her secrets after all. Besides whenever Aubrey got jealous and competitive she got to reap the rewards.

Aubrey rolled her eyes, dismissing it. "Um yeah, that was something, especially that bit there in the end," Aubrey never had that many people, paying attention to every inch of her body, she wasn't sure she'd ever be the same.

"You totally had that coming," Beca said under her breath because she was the one that led the revolution and suggested they turn the tables on Aubrey.

"Oh, I'm not complaining. I'm really- really not complaining." Aubrey blushed reliving everything.

"My girl really took charge didn't she?" Chloe said turning to kiss Beca's cheek.

"Yeah, it was really impressive, for someone so tiny you really know your way around a strap-on," Stacie added.

"Shut it, or you'll be the next one to get it," Beca joked, slightly embarrassed. It had been incredible watching Chloe writhe in pleasure as she fucked her. And she just had to see if Aubrey would react the same way. It had been well worth it.

"Promise?" Stacie asked seductively.

"How can you still have so much energy, Stacie?" Aubrey sighed, she was sure she'd be sore tomorrow.

"Sex gives me energy, not the other way around," Stacie said confidently.

"Kinda like Chloe," Beca said looking at the redhead.

"Totes, I could go again. After like a few minutes," Chloe said.

Beca narrowed her gaze and said, "We have to be on the road in a few hours, woman! And it's a long ass drive!" Beca hated being the pragmatic one in the relationship.

"Ugh don't remind me," Chloe scoffed.

"That's too bad," Stacie said. "I finally got a chance to play with you guys and now you have to go?"

"The real world calls, I guess." Beca was not looking forward to going back. She wondered how anyone could come back to the real world after this weekend. Too many doors had been opened, and there were so many more she wanted to explore with Chloe.

"Unfortunately true, I'm due back at the Animal Hospital. But hey maybe we can plan for you guys to come visit us next time right?" She looked at Beca who nodded with a smile.

"Totally, we'll make the time," Stacie said eagerly.

"That would be lovely. But you know Hotel California will always be here for you guys." Aubrey said, she wanted that to be completely clear, this place, her and Stacie would always be here for them if they needed it.

"Thank you, Aubrey. We'll definitely come back. Our time here has been—eye-opening, to say the least, right Becs?" Chloe knew that was the understatement of the year.

"Really eye-opening," Beca agreed. She'd never seen herself as someone who could be a Domme or a Sub or anything like that, now she was looking forward to more.

"That's what this place is about. Complete, unabashed, and nonjudgmental sexual exploration," Aubrey said proudly

"Mission accomplished I'd say, what do you think Chlo?" Beca asked hopeful

"Agreed," Chloe nodded with a smile and squeezed Beca's hand.

"Think you guys will get into the scene back home?" Stacie asked.

Beca and Chloe looked at each other. Chloe's eyes were bright and full of enthusiasm, and Beca just smiled and nodded. "Sure." She didn't see how they couldn't. It was too much, too enjoyable, and now it just felt natural.

"I can make some calls, I'm sure there's a munch near you guys," Aubrey said.

"I feel like I'm going to regret asking this but what's a munch?" Beca asked

"It's just what we call when a bunch of like-minded folks like us get together."

"Like… for what just happened?" Chloe asked.

"No, not necessarily, it's more like hanging out with folks that get you, you know. You can make connections and plan for other events and stuff. Sometimes it's just nice to know that there's more folks like us out there that get it."

"I really don't like the word munch though," Beca added.

"I'm sure you'll end up calling it whatever you want. So is anyone hungry?" Aubrey asked

"Starved!" Beca and Chloe said in unison. They had skipped dinner and while they had snacks during the pre-session discussion, they were sure they'd burnt a lot of calories.

"Good." Aubrey had the kitchen bring them all sorts of foods, this had been the feast they were promised. A lot of it was comfort food and desserts. They dug in without ceremony.

They all ate together on the bed. They laughed as they reminisced about the events of the night.

Chloe's heart felt full. She felt a new closeness to her Bellas. They'd known each other intimately for a long time, that was inevitable when you practiced complex choreography and sang intricate acappella songs almost every day for years. But this was another level of intimacy. Chloe now knew how they liked to be touched, how their faces contorted as they climaxed, and how they tasted. Their bond had been strengthened forever.

After their late night feast, Beca and Chloe quietly stumbled their way back to the villa to shower and get as much rest as they could before dawn. They were asleep the second their heads hit their pillows, safe and at peace in each other's comfortable embrace. It was only for a a few hours but it would be enough to keep them functional when morning came.

THE DEPARTURE

In the morning Aubrey personally picked them from the Villa and walked them to the main entrance. She apologized for Stacie not being able to say good-bye but she had to head out early to pick up B.B from her parents. They walked together to Chloe's Jeep in the parking lot.

They kept their farewells short, Aubrey hugged Chloe first, promising to start calling each other everyday and video chat once a week. They would keep their promise. Then Aubrey hugged Beca, and their embrace lingered for a second. Both wanted to say so much to each other but it wasn't necessary, they said everything they needed to say last night. They stared into each other eyes for an extra second and both shared a knowing smile. Chloe watched the subtle moment of intimacy between them with a warm smile, she'd never imagine that these two would be this close after all this time.

The Jeep was warm and comfortable and as they took their seats, they could feel the real world nipping at their heels.

Chloe took the first leg of the drive. Beca and Chloe were quiet for a while. Even though they got some rest they were still exhausted. Their muscles and constellations of bruises across their bodies were starting to ache, delightful reminders of overindulgence.

Beca grabbed a pair of Ray-Bans from the overhead sunglasses compartment and donned them, then stared out the window. She sighed something about watching the Mojave desert pass them by, made her just a little bit sad. She turned on her phone and rolled her eyes at the amount of emails that were piled up, She clicked the phone off, they'll have to wait till she gets home. She checked the passenger rear view mirror, she couldn't make out Hotel California in the distance anymore.

Both reflected in silence on the events of the long weekend.

Chloe had a smile on her face, it was one of contentment but she scowled as the wind kept her hair waving and getting in her eyes, she kept trying to tuck it behind her ear without much success. It was starting to get on her nerves a little. Coming here had been a hell of a gamble, but she knew that they needed to do something or their relationship would have been in trouble. She had been holding back, putting aside her own needs for the sake of the relationship, and if that continued, it could have led to resentment, and when resentment festers, it signals an end. She would not hold back anymore, because she never wanted to resent Beca she cared so much about her that the very idea of it, hurt her deeply. After having successfully navigated the albeit unconventional challenges of this weekend, their trust in each other had been renewed and strengthened. They'd learn the importance of complete honesty and how to communicate more openly.

Chloe was certain that their relationship had grown stronger. Whatever challenges like threw at them, they would overcome, together. Because if they could not only survive but thrive in Hotel California, their relationship could take on anything. And as Chloe drove them through the desert, she knew that this wasn't an ending, but a very new and exciting beginning for their relationship.

Beca noticed Chloe's struggling with the wind and her hair, so she smiled and took off her shades and put them on Chloe. It was a small gesture, that meant everything.

Chloe relieved that her eyes were protected said, "Thanks, babe."

"No problem. Are you good to keep driving? We barely got any sleep." Beca said.

"Yeah I'll be fine for the first leg, you should take a nap though. You're taking over in a few hours." Chloe said as she stifled a yawn.

"I know, don't think I'll be able to nap though. Feel a bit wired."

"Something on your mind?" Chloe asked, though she had an idea of what she was thinking about.

"You mean other than this weekend?"

Chloe giggled. "Look, I know we said we told them that we'd continue down this road but just so you know we don't have to."

"I know, but I want to."

"You want to? What would you like to continue to do?"

"A lot, I know for sure I want to play with my kitty again," Beca said with a sly smile.

"And this kitty is very much looking forward to that. I'm also looking forward to seeing you in that outfit again," Chloe teased back.

"It's so tight dude, I couldn't believe I fit into it."

"You fit the hell out of it," Chloe said, remembering how good Beca looked.

"Thanks, I'm curious about this munch business."

"Worried?" Chloe asked.

"A bit, part of me wonders if they are going to be a bunch of weirdos, but then I'm like we are weirdos too, so maybe it won't be so bad? I don't know."

"I know what you mean, but we'll just check out the vibe and if we aren't feeling it we'll split, how's that?" Chloe asked, willing to compromise.

"Sounds good. Actually Chlo-" Beca hesitated for a second, there was something they had to discuss. "I've been wondering, do you think we should um…"

"Open the relationship?" Chloe asked.

"Yeah," Beca admitted a slight quiver in her response.

"Is that what you want?"

"Chloe, don't hold back on me again, come on be honest." Beca reminded her.

Chloe bit her lip and thought about it for a second. She knew that one of the biggest reasons for Beca to bring this up was because she was thinking about her needs. If Chloe had learned anything from this weekend, other than she really liked Pet Play, is that she knew that Beca would go to whatever lengths necessary for her sake. Even if that meant watching her with someone else, "Yeah, you are right, I think I do but like... I also don't. Does that make sense?"

"Um, can you expand a bit please?" Beca responded confused.

"Like, OK. I love you and only you, and I love the life we've built together, I can't imagine anyone else in there with us, and the cats you know? It's our life and ours alone. But I'd like us to maybe occasionally bring someone home with us. Like for some fun and stuff."

Beca sighed in relief, while she wouldn't mind having more sexual adventures the idea of dating someone else scared her. Because no matter who it was, or how amazing they maybe in Beca's eyes no one could come close to Chloe, there simply was no one like her.

"OK good, I can do that, cuz I really don't wanna date ever again. I think romantically speaking you are it for me." Beca said.

"Aw, babe!" Chloe gushed.

"What?" Beca responded embarrassed.

"Nothing that was just so sweet,"

"If you say so," Beca tried her best to play it cool.

After a few seconds of silence, Chloe added "Just so you know, romantically speaking you are it for me too, like 100%."

Beca looked away for a second to hide her blushing smile, then she tentatively extended her hand. Chloe took it and gave it a reassuring soft squeeze. As far as she knew, this weekend had been a massive success, mission accomplished. Chloe turned the radio on and the song "Hotel California" came on. Beca and Chloe gave each other a look and shared a small laugh. Initially, Beca felt the impulse to shut it off or change the station, but stopped her hand just before it reached the volume knob. She decided to let it play, because why not? It was a fitting requiem as they left the Hotel behind. After a few bars, they started to hum along with the song. As they did both women wondered what the future held for them. It seemed full of possibilities.

Beca turned her gaze to the radio and focused on the words and chuckled softly to herself.

"What's so funny?" Chloe asked, her curiosity piqued.

Beca remained quiet for a second and turned towards the desert to reflect. In this desert, they had found a hotel, a beacon of hope run by the most selfless woman they had ever met. A woman who at one point in their life had been antagonistic towards her. Thanks to her and this hotel they were exposed to a new world. To the ignorant, this world just seemed like one of unabashed, uncontrolled hedonism. Where the mildest of people would discover depths to themselves they never knew existed. But beneath all that, they'd found a sincerity they'd neglected. The sincerity that their commitment to each other needed. And together, they indulged in the deep pools of their newfound desires, where they found an unending thirst. And though they left the hotel in their rearview mirror, what they learned, what they felt, and the many memories they shared would stay with them for the rest of their lives.

"I think in my own way, I finally get the song," Beca said.

The song faded into silence.

Fin-

Author's Note: What a journey! This is by far my favorite chapter, I gave it everything I had without compromising my original vision of what I wanted HC to be. I needed every moment, every scene, every whip, spank and whatever to be earned, warranted and organic. And I think I accomplished that. An Epilogue will be coming soon, either tomorrow or Sunday.

This series started out as a hyper-fixation between a song and a movie and turned into a 7 part story of my two favorite subjects, kink and love. Hotel California was the first fanfic I wrote after a very long hiatus from writing, and it has been a nerve wrecking and rewarding experience. I wrote like the first four chapters sometime November 2023 in an ADHD fueled state of hyper-fixation. I had no idea how people would receive this, especially after Chapter 5 (you know the one I mean), but the support I got from y'all kept me going and gave me the courage to expand into other works.

Without Hotel California, I wouldn't have been brave enough to write To "Lose You in the Snow" or "I'll Watch Over You." I have a lot of other projects coming down the line, I like to have a clear path before I post though, I never want to start something I can't finish, I feel like that might be unfair to y'all. Anyway, all I'm sayin is I hope you stick around, It's going to be a fun and exciting year.

I'm incredibly grateful to all of you for taking the time to read this. It really means the world to me. You guys are awesome.

Oh! And before I forget...

Hotel California will return…