Masks

What the hell am I getting myself into? I thought to myself as I finished setting up my equipment in the opulent mansion's ballroom. I'd been working in LA, struggling to land a contract with one of the record lables for two years when my manager, Cheryl, came to me with this job. She told me it was a private party that required the highest level of discretion, but had the potential to launch my career. I was intrigued and asked for more details. Cheryl didn't have many details, just that it was being hosted by one of the executives at Atlantic Records with a very exclusive guest list. I had agreed immediately, it was the kind of job that I had dreamed of. I started doubting my decision when I received a non-disclosure agreement before the contract. It was strange, but I shoved aside the worry beginning to knot in my stomach and signed it. The contract was immediately faxed over. The party was to be a private, invite-only BDSM party. I had to swallow hard before reading over the rest of the contract. It stated that all in attendance would be required to wear a mask as a precaution to protect their identities. I was to be respectful of the dommes, and only to accept requests for the submissives, if they invoked their owner's name. I hated to admit this to myself, but I found myself becoming aroused at the thought of this party. I'd never actually experienced anything like this, but the thought had crossed my mind before.

During my sophomore year at Barden, I'd been forced to admit to myself that I was a lesbian after my failed relationship with Jesse. With this newfound understanding, I found myself spending too much time fantasizing about a certain redhead with crystal blue eyes. But she had graduated and moved to New York with Aubrey and I only rarely saw her. So, one Saturday night, I found myself in Barnes & Noble, perusing the lesbian fiction section. I was trying desperately to find a distraction and found a book called The Night Off by Meghan O'Brien. I didn't realize it was a BDSM book when I bought it, but damn it was hot. It kind of stuck with me over the years, but I never dated anyone who was interested in exploring it, so I never pursued it.

I finished my setup and looked around the ballroom for the first time in a while. The stage on the other side of the room had finished being set up and waiters were beginning to file into the room. I stopped to gape at them. They were all wearing black domino masks with thick leather collars and small swathes of leather over their junk. The male waiters did nothing for me, but the women made the breath catch in my throat and my underwear grow damp. Shit, it was going to be a long night. I rubbed my suddenly damp palms on the legs of the leather pants I had bought for the occasion and glanced down at the clock on my laptop. The party was scheduled to start in 5 minutes. I quickly cued up the first song I had chosen and let the deep bass fill the room, before grabbing my own black and red mask and tying it into place.

As soon as it was in place, the party's host, Marcus Fitzgerald, breezed into the room. He was pulling a young male submissive behind him with a leash. He posed just inside the room as he took in the waiters, stage and the music. After a moment, he turned to me with a smile before crossing the room to me.

"Ah, Beca, this is great."

"Thanks, sir. I'm glad you like it. Is there anything specific you'd like from me tonight?" I asked nervously.

He just laughed, "No, just judge the crowd and go from there. I've been told that you are good at that."

I was confused. Who would he know that would say that about me? "Thank you. I do try."

"I'm glad. I don't want to be disappointed." He said with a smile. I swallowed hard, trying to force the butterflies in my stomach to calm. "Oh, I almost forgot, there will be a scene on the stage later tonight. Mistress Bella has asked that you provide a soundtrack for her. I'm sure that she will come speak to you about it when she arrives."

"Um, sure." I said, feeling my nerves intensify.

He smiled graciously and said, "You'll be fine."

Before I could thank him again, the doorbell rang, signaling the first guest's arrival. Marcus immediately turned, forgetting my presence and hurried to greet the guest. I forced several deep breaths into my lungs, realizing that this gig could make or break my career and I would find myself face to face with a dominatrix soon. What the fuck did I get myself into? I realized that the song had almost ended and I turned back to my computer, focusing on the music and forcing my anxieties to the back of my mind.

When I looked up from the computer, my breath caught and heat rushed through me. A woman had entered the ballroom, wearing a red leather corset, skin tight black leather leggings and thigh high boots that matched her corset. Her matching red mask drew my attention to her plump red lips. It took me a minute to notice the woman she had leashed at her side. The submissive was wearing a thin mesh dress, with only a thin strip of fabric covering her sex under it. Her only other covering was the small black domino mask and a thick red collar that matched her mistress' attire. I was completely taken by surprise by the sudden wave of jealousy I felt for the submissive. Shit, I am in so much trouble, I thought to myself as I forced my eyes away from the pair. I tried desperately to focus on my job, but as the room slowly filled, I found myself continuously being distracted by the guests. By the end of the first hour, I was almost painfully aroused and I saw no end in sight. I clenched my jaw against my desire and switched the music again, going for a more mellow tone as most of the dommes were chatting.

"Hello," said a husky voice from behind me.

The sound sent chills running down my spine and I quickly turned around. The domme in front of me was stunning. Her blonde hair was pulled into a severe ponytail and she was dressed in a skin-tight leather cat suit, with knee high 5 inch stilettos that made her tower above me. The deep v-cut of the outfit prominently displayed her ample cleavage. I forced my eyes to meet her startling green ones. They seemed vaguely familiar to me, but I couldn't place where I knew those eyes from. My breath caught and I had to clear my throat before I was able to stutter out a reply.

"Um, hello." I saw her eyes widen in shock at my reaction to her, before changing into a smirking grin that I could see through her black and silver domino mask. She stared at me with that smirk until I shifted under her gaze and forced myself to ask, "What can I do for you?" It came out breathy and I felt a blush rise in my cheeks in response.

She chuckled and spoke in a husky purr. "I believe that Marcus mentioned that I would be coming to talk to you about the music for my scene."

"Right. What would you like?" I asked, forcing my foggy mind to focus back on the music.

She smiled and told me what she was looking for. The discussion helped to clear my head further, this domme knew her music. I had to ask her to wait while I changed the music several times, but she was patient and I felt myself relaxing in her presence. I still couldn't figure out why she seemed so familiar, but I was enjoying myself too much to care.

Sometime later, we were interrupted when a small submissive came over and hovered next to the domme and waited to be acknowledged. With a huff, the domme turned to the girl and snapped, "What?"

The sub flinched and carefully keeping her eyes downcast, she said, "Mistress Bella, I was told to come to you. Master Marcus says that it's time for our scene."

"Fine, wait for me next to the stage," she snapped out before turning back to me, not waiting to see if the submissive followed her command. "Well, DJ, play good music for me," she purred.

I shuddered and heat flooded my system again. "I will."

She smirked, and let her eyes trail down my body before locking gazes with me again. "Until later, then," she said before turning to stride purposely across the room.

I couldn't help but watch her walk away. Just before she reached the stage, Mistress Bella glanced back at me, and grinned when she saw that I saw staring. She winked before turning back to move to her submissive. I bit my lip against the whimper that wanted to escape. I wanted that domme, but I couldn't have her. I had been hired to DJ, not fuck the guests. I let out a shuddering sigh and turned to my computer. I took a second to choose the first song before carefully building the transition. As the first notes of the new song emerged from the old one, Mistress Bella's head snapped to me and she grinned. I felt relief flood through me at her pleasure and I smiled back.

The show was intense and I was trembling with need by the end of it. When the domme instructed her sub to strip for the crowd, I became uncomfortably aware of how similar she was in appearance to me. She was close to my own height and slender with it. Her brown hair hung down her back in soft curls and she even had several tattoos decorating her smooth skin. At this realization I looked to Mistress Bella and saw her watching me with a smirk. I turned back to the computer to hide my confusion and mixed in a new song. When I looked up, the domme had shackled the girl over a bench and she was watching me as she pulled a flogger from the table on the side of the stage. Her eyes remained locked on mine for a moment longer as she raised the soft leather and brought it down across the sub's back. Somehow, I knew in that moment that the similarities between me and the other girl were intentional and my center clenched in response. How the hell do I know that stunning blonde? I thought to myself. I couldn't come up with an answer and I had to give up when those stunning green eyes met mine again from across the room. Each time, the domme picked up a new toy from the table, or shifted the submissive to a new position, Mistress Bella's eyes found me. My breath grew short and I watched the performance intensely, feeling almost as though I was the one shackled and helpless before her.

When the scene ended, I was at once relieved and disappointed. With trembling fingers, I shifted the music to something slower again and watched as Mistress Bella gently helped the young submissive down from the stage and into the arms of two other subs, who quickly helped her from the room. The domme was pulled into excited conversation as soon as she stepped from the stage. She looked frustrated, but met my eyes with a smoldering look that left me gasping.

Hours later, the party was winding down and I was relieved. Mistress Bella had not come back to speak with me, and I'd lost track of her some time ago. I assumed she had left. Marcus made his way back over to me, still pulling his sub behind him. He was grinned when he reached my table. "Excellent, Mitchell. You were wonderful."

"Thank you, Sir. It was my pleasure." I told him honestly.

He nodded, as though he expected the answer. "You can go ahead and pack up. I'll have your car brought around to make it easier to load your equipment."

"Thank you, but that's not necessary."

He waved off my protest. "I insist. Have a good night." And then he was gone. I just had to shake my head before turning to my equipment. True to his word, my car was waiting for me outside. I quickly loaded up my car, feeling a pang of regret that I wouldn't get one final look at Mistress Bella before I left.

I was taking my last load of stuff to my car when I froze in my tracks. The domme was leaning against my car, waiting. When she saw me standing like an idiot on the stairs leading from the house, she smirked. Immediately, my center clenched and my breath caught in my throat.

"I thought you'd left." I finally managed to say.

"No, I was waiting for you," she purred as she moved over to me and took the bag from my hands.

I felt a tremor run through me, but I tried to ignore it. "Why?"

"I think you know why." She said, moving back to my car and carefully placing the bag into my back seat.

I did know why she would wait for me. But I couldn't bring myself to admit it to her. I forced a smirk onto my lips, moving down to stand by the driver's door and said, "Sorry, but I don't know."

She was suddenly too close. I could feel the heat of her body against mine even though she didn't touch me. "I saw the way you reacted to my little performance, DJ." I gasped as my center clenched and began to throb with need. I couldn't find the words to answer her as I met her gaze and saw her eyes darken with desire. "She looked so much like you. Did you imagine that it was you up there?" she asked huskily.

I couldn't resist her any longer and I nodded.

Her smile was instantaneous. "Do you want to be at my mercy?"

Again, I could only nod.

"Answer me!" She snapped.

"Yes," I whispered as another shudder ran through me.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Mistress Bella." I gasped, feeling ever more aroused.

Her smiled was predatory as she said, "Good. Now give me your keys."

"What?" I asked startled.

"I don't appreciate having to repeat myself. I said give me your keys. I am going to drive us to my house." She snapped out.

That tone of voice was very familiar, but I still couldn't place it. As I was trying to puzzle it out, the domme lost patience. She fisted her hand in my hair and yanked my head to the side, biting hard into my neck. A low needy moan fell from my lips and I lost my train of thought. She released me and stared down at me, her lips a thin angry line.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," I gasped, handing her my keys.

Her lips lifted into a smirk as she took the keys and climbed behind the driver's seat. Am I really doing this? I asked myself. Hell yes! I thought and raced to the other side of the car to climb into the passenger seat. The domme just smirked at me before turning on the car and racing down the driveway.

I watched her as she drove, I just couldn't help myself. I found myself wanting to run my fingers through her hair, but I stopped myself, unsure of whether she would allow the touch. I also wanted to remove her mask and see her face, but I definitely thought that was out of the question. She glanced at me and when she saw my eyes on her she smiled.

After several minutes of silence, she asked, "Have you ever done this before?"

"No," I answered honestly.

"But you've wanted to?" She asked, making it a question rather than a statement.

"Yes, I've thought about it, but I've never had the opportunity before tonight." I said feeling a blush heat my cheeks under the mask.

She glanced back at me with another smirk. "Then there are some things we need to discuss."

"Alright."

"First, you will address me as 'Mistress,' or 'Mistress Bella' at all times."

"Ok."

"If I ask you a direct question, you must answer honestly. Do not just give me whatever answer you think I want to hear. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I said. She shot a glare at me, and I quickly added, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good. This may get intense, if it becomes too much for you, say 'red' and I will immediately stop and we will discuss what happened and whether we will continue with something different, or stop for the night."

"Why 'red', Mistress?" I asked.

She smiled at me before turning back to look at the road. "Would you prefer another word?"

I thought about it. "No, Mistress. That's fine."

"Alright, now I need for you to be completely honest with me. What are you interested in me doing to you?"

I stopped breathing as I was flooded with embarrassment. "I, uh…um…"

The domme just chuckled. "I have to know, DJ. I don't know what your limits are and I don't want you to have to use your safeword."

I thought about it, and what she said made sense, so I struggled to find the words to express what I wanted.

She sighed as the silence stretched between us. "Why don't you tell me what you don't want, and we'll go from there."

That was easier to answer. "I don't want anything in my butt. That's—just gross."

Mistress Bella laughed again. "Ok, what else?"

I thought about it, thinking about the books I had read. "Um, I don't like cold, so please no ice."

"Alright. Anything else?"

"I don't know."

She nodded. "Ok, was there anything about what you saw earlier that that turned you on?"

"All of it," I gasped, feeling my center throb at the memory.

The smirk was back as the domme said, "Excellent."

My breath caught as I finally realized that this was really happening. I let out a shaky breath as we pulled into the driveway of a large one story house. I climbed out of the car on unsteady legs and followed the domme into the house. Mistress Bella led me towards the back of the house after dropping my car keys on a table just inside the door. I only glimpsed tasteful furniture as we passed the rooms in the front of the house. My mistress opened the door to the back bedroom and ushered me in. I gasped as a shudder ran through me as I took in the room. It was lit with a muted glow from several wall sconces. Against the far wall there was a king size bed with several metal rings attached to the headboard. One wall held a large cabinet while the other had several hooks screwed into the wall. There were also several hooks in the ceiling and several chairs of various styles and a padded bench in the room. The domme said nothing as I looked around, she just closed the door and locked it.

The sound of the lock sliding home brought me back to myself and I turned to my mistress. She looked into my eyes for a long time. Apparently, she saw what she wanted as she nodded and said, "Kneel. And lower your eyes. You are not allowed to look at me unless I ask you to."

I swiftly did as she asked. "Yes, Mistress."

"Good." She said and I could feel her move across the room to the cabinet. After a moment, she moved back over to me. "Stand and look at me." As I stood, I saw that she was holding a thick leather collar in one hand and a pair of leather wrist cuffs in the other. She held the collar out to me. "While you are in this house, I want you to wear this. It is to remind you that you belong to me and must do what I ask of you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Bella."

She smiled. "You must put it on yourself so that you know that you are giving yourself to me. But I am the only one to take it off. It is your choice, DJ. You can stop this now, and leave if you want." I was shocked. She had demanded that I go home with her, why was she suddenly allowing me to leave? She only waited patiently for me to do as she asked. Then I realized why she was making the offer. She wanted to make sure that I was certain. I took the collar and closed it around my throat. She leaned in and purred in my ear. "Good girl." Shivers raced through me and I lowered my eyes to the cuffs still in her hand. Feeling the thick leather on my neck made me feel different somehow. I suddenly felt protected and loved and yet completely vulnerable. I didn't have time to ponder this as my mistress' voice spoke again. "Remove your vest."

My hands instantly moved to the buttons in response to the command. Goosebumps broke out along my skin as it was exposed to the slightly chilly air. I heard the sharp intake of breath as my breasts spilled out of the restricting leather. I hadn't worn a bra under the vest because it was tight enough to support my full breasts. As I let the material fall to the floor, my mistress' hand reached out to gently caress each nipple in turn. I shuddered against her touch. She let the hand trail down to capture one wrist in her strong, slender fingers. I could feel the soft leather of the cuffs surround my wrists, binding them in front of me. "Is that too tight?" She asked.

I twisted my wrist to test the restraints and found that I had decent range of motion, but I could not pull either hand from the cuffs. "No, Mistress."

Suddenly her hands were in my hair, pulling my head up to meet her hungry lips. I melted into her kiss and she roughly thrust her tongue past my teeth and ravaged my mouth. I was panting from the onslaught when she pulled back and yanked me across the room. She secured my cuffs to one of the hooks set into the wall about a foot above my head so that my arms were suspended about me, but I was able to move a little bit. I was facing the wall and couldn't see what my mistress was doing behind me. I heard a faint whistling sound and then felt thin leather straps landing hard against my back. I yelped and pressed myself closer to the wall as the sting of the lash registered. The second blow fell and I shuddered, heat racing to my center in response. Each blow left stinging pain racing along the exposed skin of my back even as heat pooled in my core. The third blow pulled a moan from my lips. My mistress paused. She fisted a hand in my hair and gently pulled until my head fell back and she looked into my eyes.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes, Mistress," I gasped.

"Good." She released me and landed several blows in quick succession. I pulled against my restraints as my gasping moans filled the air.

"Mistress, please," I begged when she paused again.

"Please, what?" She asked moving up behind me.

"Please, don't stop." I whimpered.

Her throaty chuckle sent shivers running through me. She reached up and pinched my rock hard nipples, causing me to buck against her. "We'll come back to this," She whispered into my ear before sinking her teeth into my shoulder. My knees went weak and I sagged against her, only the cuffs on my wrists preventing me from falling to the floor. With another husky laugh, my mistress moved away from me. I immediately missed her presence and whimpered. She was gone for a long time, but I had no idea what she was doing. Strength gradually returned to my legs and I was able to stand.

And then she was behind me again, and my breath caught in anticipation. She reached up and unclipped my cuffs from the wall. I carefully turned to face her, keeping my eyes lowered. I could feel her eyes on me as she snapped, "Strip for me. I want to see all of you."

"Yes, Mistress." It was hard to take off my shoes with my wrists bound, but I managed it. As I stepped out of my pants and underwear, she trailed her fingernails down my torso and I groaned seeing the pale red lines appear on my skin in their wake.

One hand dipped between my legs to run a delicate finger between my folds. She groaned, "Oh, God, you're so wet."

I shivered and mumbled, "Yes, Mistress."

"Do I do this to you?" She asked.

"Yes, Mistress Bella."

"Good," she said and I could hear the pleased smile in her voice. She brought the finger coated in my desire to my lips and I gently ran my tongue up the length of the finger before pulling it into my mouth, and sucking the taste of myself from her. She shuddered in response and groaned. I smiled around her finger. Her free hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back and forcing me to meet her suddenly angry green eyes. "Do you find this to be funny?"

I swallowed hard. "N—no, Mistress. I'm just glad that I please you."

She studied me for a long time before releasing my hair. "Lower your eyes."

I immediately obeyed her. She led me over to the bench and told me to kneel over it. With my knees resting on the carpeted floor, I lowered myself until my breasts pressed into the cool vinyl. My mistress moved to the other side of the bench and took my hands in hers. She fiddled with the cuffs for a moment and pulled my wrists apart. I was surprised, I hadn't realized that they could separate. She then attached each cuff to one of the legs of the bench, pulling my arms out to either side of me.

"Are you able to free yourself?" She asked, standing to look down at me.

I pulled on my wrists, but was unable to release myself. "No, Mistress."

"Are your arms in a comfortable enough position?"

"Yes, Mistress." I said and they were.

She didn't reply as she moved over to stand behind me. I wiggled in anticipation of what she would do next and felt a sharp sting as her hand fell hard on my ass. "Do not move."

I gasped and bucked under the slap. "I'm sorry, Mistress."

"Good," she said rubbing a soft hand over the inflamed skin. Her fingers were suddenly thrusting into my drenched center.

"Oh, God," I gasped, feeling my inner walls clenching in response.

"Do not make a sound and do not come." She snapped. I shuddered and nodded. "Good, girl." She said thrusting her fingers harder into me. I had to bite my lip to keep the moans from escaping as she drove into me harder. As she relentlessly pushed me closer to the edge, I panted with the effort to not come. Just before I lost all control, my mistress stepped back from me, pulling her fingers from my dripping core. A whimper escaped before I could stop it and her hand smacked wetly against my ass. "I said not to make a sound."

"I'm sorry, Mistress." I said before I could stop myself.

Her hand fell heavily against my ass again. "Do. Not. Speak." She said, highlighting every word with another sharp smack. I felt tears begin to drip down my cheeks underneath the mask I was still wearing, but I only nodded. Seeing my response, she said, "Because you disobeyed me, you will have to wait longer before I allow you to come. Do you understand?"

I had to bite my lips against the words that wanted to tumble out, as I nodded again.

"Good," she said as she moved away from me again. I didn't move as more tears slipped down my cheeks. She was gone for several minutes and I began wondering what she was doing. I could hear her moving behind me, but I couldn't make out anything to hint at her actions.

When she returned she stood behind me and asked, "Can you shift your knees further apart?" I shifted position and nodded. She knelt behind me and leaned in until I could feel the rubber tip of a dildo press against my tender lips. She murmured, "God, Beca, I've waited a long time for this." I didn't have time to wonder how she knew my name, or why that voice was suddenly so familiar again, because in one slow thrust, the dildo slid into me. I gasped, my mind going blank as I felt myself filled. I clenched down around the object. She paused, letting me grow accustomed to the size before she slowly slid back and thrust again. This time, I could feel her hips as they ended the thrust against my thighs and I knew she was using a strap on. I shuddered and instantly felt myself ever closer to the edge. After that she thrust relentlessly into me. I fought a vicious battle with my desire to try not to come. Her husky chuckle told me she knew how hard I was struggling with myself. It just sent another shudder through me and suddenly I was at the edge. One more thrust and I would lose the battle. I stiffened and my mistress froze. I uselessly clenched against the dildo buried within me, desperate to feel the final thrust that would give me the release I needed. It didn't come. My mistress stayed still between my legs and fresh tears pricked my eyes.

As I fell away from the edge, she spoke, "I told you I was going to make you wait." I shuddered and nodded. She flexed her hips and started slowly thrusting into me again. This time she maintained the slower pace and heat began building inside me. Again, she stopped just before the orgasm could crash through me. Frustrated tears fell down behind the mask, but she didn't give in. She waited until my body had calmed down before driving me up to the precipice again. I was nearly mad after the fourth of fifth time she did this; I had lost count in my desperate need. But she pulled back and the dildo slipped out of me. I let out a little gasp at the loss of contact, but still managed to hold in the whimper. She stepped back and with a dull thud, I heard the strap on fall to the floor.

"I have decided that you will pleasure me before I let you come" she said to me as she moved to release my wrists and I saw that she was now naked except for her mask. I was unable to take my eyes off her perfect slender body. I sat back on my heels as I was released from the bench. She took in my tear ravaged eyes and her voice softened. "Oh, baby." She untied my mask and dropped into the bench, before gently running her thumbs over my cheeks to wipe away the tears. "You are beautiful like this."

I kept my eyes lowered and I felt warmth fill my chest at her words, as a small smile curved my lips. Gently, she tipped my chin up to place a tender kiss on my lips.

She stood and held her hand out to me. My legs were trembling and barely support me as I moved around the bench to her side. She helped me climb into the large bed and I waited for her as she moved around the foot of the bed and pulled leather straps up onto the bed. "Give me your feet," she said, the previous tenderness replaced with sharp command. I quickly did as she instructed. She cuffed my ankles so that I was facing away from her. There was enough give to the restraints that I could kneel in the center of the bed, but I was unable to escape. Anticipation raced down my spine as she moved to climb into the bed. She quickly arranged the pillows to support her head and lay before me. Her legs fell open drawing my eyes to her center. It was soaked with need. And I swallowed hard, seeing her reaction to what she had done to me. She let me look for a minute before she spoke. "Use only your mouth."

I risked a glance up at her. The green in her eyes had disappeared under the weight of her need. I felt my breath hitch as I nodded my understanding to her. I carefully lowered myself to take my first taste of her. It was ambrosia to me and I had to fight my responding moan from escaping. She gasped and shuddered at the first touch of my strong tongue against her most sensitive skin. I could feel my own desire pooling between my thighs as I gently flicked my tongue against her clit. I lost myself in the taste of her and the shudders that ran through her body.

"Oh God, Beca." She moaned as I sucked on her tender nub. The sound of my name brought me back to myself and I paused to glance back up at her. "Do not stop," she snapped. "If you stop again before I give you permission, you will not come at all."

I could see the truth of her threat in her eyes, and I quickly went back to work. But this time, thoughts were racing through my mind. Who the hell is she? Why do I know her? As I licked, nipped and sucked her heated center, I wracked my brain to come up with answers. None came, and my thoughts were interrupted when she bucked against me and came with a long moan.

My eyes turned back to her, and my breath froze in my chest at the beauty of her body, flushed and relaxed after her orgasm. Keeping her threat in mind, I thrust my tongue into her and grinned as I felt her walls clamp down around me. I nuzzled her clit with my nose as I thrust my tongue into her. With a wordless cry, she came again. I lapped up her release and felt her hand in my hair, pulling me away from her. "Enough. Come here."

I moved up the bed to her, stopping when I felt the tug at my ankles. I glanced back, momentarily confused before seeing the restraints. And I felt my center clench as my situation came crashing back over me. I was at my mistress' mercy. I glanced back up at her and saw the smirk on her face. It sent a shiver through me as desperation ran through me again. She shifted and crashed her lips into mine. This time I couldn't stop my responding moan. Her bit into my bottom lip in response and she found my nipple giving it a painful twist. I jerked back from her with a gasp.

"I did not give you permission to speak yet. Do I need to gag you to keep you quiet?" I quickly shook my head. "Good. Do you want to continue this?" I nodded and she rolled off the bed, moving back down to the foot of the bed. She released my ankles. "Roll over." I did as she asked and she reattached the cuffs on my ankles, tightening the straps so I was spread eagle on the bed. I tested my range and found that I could bend my knees slightly, but that was it. She moved again and gripped one wrist and pulling it over my head to attach it to one of the rings in the headboard. I could feel my body pulling between the restraints and knew I'd be completely helpless as soon as my other wrist was attached. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation run through me. I felt like I had waited my entire life for this. My mistress leaned across my body to attach my free hand. It brought her breast into reach of my mouth and I arched up to take the tight nipple between my lips. She sucked in a sharp breath at the feeling of my mouth on her. She pulled back immediately and twisted both nipples viciously. I bucked against her, feeling the pull at my restraints.

"Are you allowed to do that without permission?" She asked in a deceptively calm voice. I shook my head keeping my eyes as downcast as possible. "Then tell me why you did it."

"I—I couldn't help myself, Mistress." I stammered.

"Do you want to be punished again?"

I licked my lips. "No, Mistress." My voice was shaky and I wasn't certain if I wanted to be punished or not.

She chuckled. "I'm not so sure of that." I blushed. "God, Beca, you are just delicious." She said, running her tongue down my neck before latching her mouth over my nipple. She rolled the hardened tip with her tongue for a moment before biting gently. I moaned, arching my back to press my breast into her. She immediately pulled back and laughed. "Do you want me to make you come?"

"Oh, yes, please Mistress." I begged.

"Very well, I do believe you have earned it, despite touching me without permission." She said allowing me to hear for desire for me. She pressed herself against my side as she trailed on hand up my thigh to delicately tease my swollen folds. I shuddered against her.

Before she could reach my desperate need, I found myself stopping her. "Mistress, my I ask you a question?"

She immediately pulled back and rested her hand on my thigh. "Yes, Beca. What is it?"

"Why do you seem so familiar?"

I felt her stiffen beside me. "Look at me," she said and I let my gaze meet hers through the mask. I could read understanding in her eyes as she smiled gently down at me. "I will tell you who I am before we are finished tonight, but I'm not yet ready for you to know."

I was disappointed and my eyes fell from her. "Ok, Mistress. I'm sorry."

She tilted my chin, forcing me to look at her again. "Do you trust me?"

I did. "Yes, Mistress."

She smiled. "Good, then let it be enough for now that you are mine, at least for tonight," She said and pulled gently against the collar I had forgotten was circling my neck.

I swallowed hard. "Yes, Mistress."

"Say it," she snapped out. I was confused. What was I supposed to say? She saw my confusion and said, "Say that you are mine."

"I'm yours, Mistress." I could feel the weight of those words settle into me and I relaxed.

"Tell me that you belong to me."

"I belong to you, Mistress Bella." I said, feeling need course through my body as I accepted the truth to them.

"Good," She said simply, watching me carefully. She apparently saw what she wanted to see in my eyes because she quickly kissed me before rolling away and standing. She moved back to the cabinet and came back with a large dildo, a bottle of lube, and a small vibrator.

I felt my eyes go wide at the sight. I'd never had anything that large in me. I felt panic begin to set in as she drew closer to the bed. She noticed and quickly dropped the items on the bedside table before wrapping her arms around me and gently stroking my side.

"It's ok, Beca. It's alright." She murmured into my ear, her voice instantly calming me. As she felt my breathing slow, she sat up, looking down at me. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, Mistress. I'm yours." I replied, feeling safe once again. I was still scared at the size of the dildo, but I did trust my mistress not to hurt me.

"Yes, you are," She agreed with a satisfied purr. She licked her lips before continuing, "But you stopped me from taking my pleasure in your tight, hot cunt. This is punishment for that error." My eyes grew wide and moisture pooled between my thighs.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I—"

She cut off the panicked excuse I was about to utter with a smirk. "Don't worry, my pet. I will let you come this time."

I clenched in anticipation as a shiver ran through my body. Suddenly, every nerve ending was on fire and desperate for her touch. "Please, Mistress." I begged.

"Please what? Please stop? Do you want to use your safeword?" Her voice was hard and angry.

"No!" I practically shouted. "Please fuck me, Mistress."

She chuckled. "As you wish." She picked up the vibrator first and twisted it on before pressing it roughly against my clit.

"Oh, fuck!" I screamed, bucking against the buzzing between my thighs. She laughed as she shifted to kneel between my spread legs, never relaxing the pressure on my most sensitive nub. She roughly plunged three fingers deeply inside me. I moaned, clenching down around her.

"You're so wet," She moaned as she added another finger and thrust back into me. I forgot how to breathe under the sudden onslaught to me senses. "Breathe, Beca." She reminded me and my breath shuddered out. In just a few more thrusts, I felt myself on the verge of orgasm again. Part of me expected her to stop again, denying me release, but she didn't. She just thrust as deeply into me as she could and curled her fingers and sent me screaming over the edge. The onslaught didn't stop and a second, more intense orgasm shuddered through me.

After the second orgasm, I could tell that I was more open to her, and she pulled her fingers from me and set the vibrator to the side. My mistress quickly wiped her hand off on the sheet before reaching for the dildo. In swift movements, she had covered it in lube and moved back into position between my thighs. She dripped some of the lube onto me, and my hips jerked up in response to the cold liquid. She grinned at me before, easing the tip between my folds. I could feel it press against my channel and I forced myself to relax and accept it.

I shuddered as it slowly filled me. When it was buried as deeply as it would go, my mistress asked, "Are you alright?"

I let out several needy pants before I was able to find my voice. "Yes, Mistress."

"Good," she said before beginning to carefully thrust in and out of me. With the first thrust, I came again. I was filled so completely that every movement brought on short intense orgasms that raked through me. My mistress began thrusting faster and harder, as I became more open for the large phallus. Each orgasm built upon the one before until I let out an endless scream as my body arched as far off the bed as the restraints would allow. I slumped back onto the bed as sobs suddenly began wracking my small frame. Immediately, I felt the large dildo pulled from my body as my mistress hastily pulled me into her arms. "Shh, it's alright. You're ok." She whispered over and over into my ear.

I was still trembling when the last sob faded. I turned my face to nuzzle my mistress' neck feeling more satisfied than I ever had before. I'd never felt more safe, or content in the arms of any other lover I had ever had. I knew in that moment that this was something I desperately needed in my life, and the thought scared me.

Feeling the sharp shuddering breath against her neck, my mistress pulled back. "Are you ok?" She asked looking down at me.

"Yes, Mistress. That was just overwhelming. I'm sorry that I cried." I said, pushing my fears away to focus on the woman in front of me.

She smiled kindly, "That's alright, Beca. It happens more often than you might think."

"Oh, ok." I said with doubts clouding my mind. I didn't want to be reminded that she did this often. I looked away from her, trying to hide the tears suddenly pricking my eyes.

"Look at me," she commanded gently. I did as she asked and I saw the understanding in her eyes. I blushed realizing that she knew what I had been thinking. "Do you want to stop?"

I wasn't sure how much more I could take, but I knew that if this was going to be the only night I could belong to my mistress, then I didn't want it to end. "No, Mistress."

She smiled brilliantly at me. "Good, I'm not ready for it to end either. But first there are things that we need to talk about."

I was confused. What did she want to talk to me about? Am I not pleasing her? What did I do wrong? The thoughts died as she sat up and reached back and began untying the bindings that had kept her mask in place all night. Understanding rushed through me and I relaxed. I watched her with growing curiosity as the mask fell away, only to be replaced with rage as recognition flooded me.

"Aubrey!?" I shrieked.

Her eyes met mine with a look of guilt mixed with hope. "Yes, Beca."

"What the fuck?" I yelled, as I stared up at her. I struggled against the bindings, suddenly feeling too exposed under my former captain's gaze.

"I'm sorry," She whispered, but she made no move to release me.

"Let me go." I demanded glaring at her.

Her eyes turned cold as she looked down at me, and I had to suppress the shudder as her domme persona fell back over her features. "No, Beca. You are still wearing my collar and I will not take orders from you."

Not ready to back down from her, I spat out, "Fuck you."

Her response was immediate. She reached out and twisted my nipple painfully. I gasped as heat shot through me again. "You know what you have to say if you want me to stop." She said in an overly calm voice.

I gritted my teeth to keep the safeword from falling off my lips. I needed to think. This wasn't the Aubrey I knew from Barden. She had changed in the years since I had last seen her, as had I, if I was being honest with myself. I wanted this Aubrey. That realization made me freeze. I swallowed and forced myself to think about everything we'd done, knowing that is was Aubrey who had done it to me, and I felt the shudder rake through me as my center clenched and flooded with need.

"No," I gasped out.

Her eyebrow shot up as she pinched my nipple roughly. "No what, Beca?"

I moaned, "No, Mistress." I felt desperate need fill me as I knowingly called Aubrey that for the first time.

She smiled triumphantly down at me and released my throbbing nipple. "Good girl." She moved to straddle my waist and leaned down until her face hovered a fraction of an inch above mine. "Do you still wish to continue?"

I was panting with raw need. "Yes, Mistress."

"Who do you belong to?"

I shuddered. "You, I belong to you, Aubrey." I felt something shift and settle inside me.

Aubrey's eyes widened and her breath caught. "Yes you do." Her lips crashed into mine with a force and need that left me squirming under her. When she pulled back, her eyes were dark with desire and she was panting. "God, Beca, I've waited so long for this."

"You have?"

"Yes, and I intend to make you pay for every minute that I've had to wait." Her voice was husky and caused me to shiver in anticipation.

For hours, I paid for making her wait. I paid her until with a final screaming orgasm we both collapsed onto the bed. She finally released my wrists and ankles from their restraints, but left the collar. She took a short chain from the drawer in her bedside table and clipped one end to my collar, locking it with a small padlock before attaching the other end of the chain to the headboard with another small padlock. I was so tired by this point that I just watched her.

She smirked at me and said, "I just want to make sure you're still here in the morning."

I smiled. "I had no intention of leaving, Mistress."

She cupped my cheek in one hand. "Well, just in case you feel differently in the morning."

She tugged me into her arms and I willingly curled into her side, resting my head on her shoulder. "Thank you, Mistress." I whispered, feeling exhaustion rising to claim my sore body. I knew that I would hurt in the morning, but I didn't care.

Aubrey chuckled and gently kissed my forehead. "You're welcome, Beca. Now go to sleep. We'll talk more in the morning."

"Ok," I said sleepily before dropping off into a deep dreamless sleep.