Eventually, though…her demon grows bored.
Is demon even the right word? Demons are supposed to lead you to damnation but all Chloe ever feels is salvation.
Is It an Angel that dwells within her?
Maybe it was a force?
A quirk?
She graduates from medical school and accepts a job in Seattle at UW Medical Hospital as an anesthesiologist.
Yeah.
Chloe thinks it’s ironic too.
She hates seeing other people in pain though. She’ll move mountains to make sure they won’t suffer.
Fire.
Chloe starts calling it her fire. She likes the neutrality of it. Fire can destroy, but fire can also create, sculpt, and lead to wonderful things when properly tamed.
Her previous activities rarely tame her fire anymore and by age thirty Chloe finally understands why.
She isn’t submitting nor is she completely helpless because she always takes precautions to ensure her safety. Making sure she has a knife to free herself of her bondage, being able to let go of the strap around her neck at any given time, or setting her phone to voice activation in case she needs to call an ambulance isn’t losing control.
She still possesses a modicum of control.
What Chloe wants is to lose control completely.
She yearns to be collared. Longs for a domme whom she trusts enough to break her. To put her in her place.
To quell the raging fire within her.
~
Kate happens.
Chloe doesn’t expect to hit it off with a pharmaceutical rep, but they just kind of click. The same day she’s given the other woman’s number.
Kate ends up being really funny in a dry sarcastic kind of way. The two bond over their love of musicals and rom-coms.
Chloe easily scores a second date. After which they end up making sweet passionate love. Chloe suspects her skills in the bedroom are why she secures a third date. God, Chloe loves women. She could never imagine being straight, she would never want to be straight.
It’s not long before they’re girlfriends. Chloe can’t recall the last time she’s been this happy in a relationship.
Chloe reckons she should tell Kate her secret, but she just can’t bring herself to do so right now.
~~~
Stacie visits her in Seattle. They slip right back into their old selves. Drinking and dancing, having a terrific time.
It’s when Chloe turns around, accidentally bumping into someone, and hears a voice shout “What the fuck, dude!” does she realize what’s happened and how careless towards her environment she’s being.
“I’m sorry,” she panics.
“It’s fine. I shouldn’t have shouted at you.”
“Chloe, what’s going on?” Stacie walks over to the two women.
“I-I-I she spilled her drink and oh my god I’m so sorry, I’m not usually like this, and-”
“Relax!” The short brunette commands. The dominance spelled out in her voice instantly soothes Chloe. Her shoulders relax and she stops panicking.
The petite brunette notices it too and smiles. She can spot a submissive anywhere. “Chloe is it?” Her voice is soft and assuring.
Chloe nods. “I’m Beca. Beca Mitchell,” she extends a hand out.
“Oh, you’re the deejay?” Stacie says.
“I am indeed”, she smiles and Chloe shakes her hand.
“Sorry about Chloe here. She’s a real party animal. Tends to get way too into things sometimes.” Stacie chuckles.
“It’s no problem. Well listen you two, I’ve got to get back to the booth,” Beca smiles.
“It was nice meeting you, Chloe. Wish it was under better circumstances.” She offers her hand to Chloe once more and Chloe takes it, she feels something prickly in her hand before the realization strikes that Beca is slipping her a note.
Once Stacie makes her way back to the bar Chloe looks at the card in her hand, and she gasps.
Beca’s a dominatrix who’s just given her an invitation to Nerve, Seattle’s fabled BDSM club.
~~~
“Babe wait,” Chloe says one day while Kate is knuckles deep inside of her. “Can you, would you…” Kate looks at Chloe expectantly. “I like to be tied up.”
“Chloe Beale you kinky bitch,” she laughs and for a moment Chloe lets her guard down, thinking she’s finally the one who can meet her needs.
The one who can dominate her in a way nobody else ever has.
Kate ties her to the bed and Chloe thinks she finally met her match.
~
Turns out the sex department is the one area where they butt heads.
“You’re into that BDSM stuff?”
Chloe plays it off. “I’ve dabbled in it,” she jokes.
“Dabbled. Really?”
“Mmmhmm,” Chloe’s eyes light up and she nods eagerly. “I have a riding crop and a flogger,” she says. “We can totes break it if you’re feeling adventurous or you wanna punish me.”
“Punish you? Uhhh, Chloe, I don’t vibe with that. I don’t mind tying you up or you tying me up because that’s kind of hot,” Kate pauses to let her words sink in, “but I’m not going to whip you…like, just no. That’s weird.”
“Oh yeah. That’s fine,” Chloe throws her palm up. She doesn’t want to argue. Besides, if Kate knew even half of the shit she was into, the kind of things that turn her on or that she’s done in the past, well…Chloe suspects that they might break up.
Why wouldn’t they? Who wants to date a freak, a sexual deviant?
~~~
One night, things get to be too much.
Kate is preparing to leave the next day for a conference where she’ll be gone for almost an entire week when Chloe sulks into the bedroom. Immediately Kate can sense that her girlfriend had a rough day at work.
Chloe doesn’t say a word. Instead, she walks over to the closet and disappears inside for a couple of minutes before re-emerging with a long leather stick with a trapezoidal doo-hickey at the end of it, and presents it to Kate.
It takes Kate a second to realize that the thing Chloe is presenting her with is a riding crop.
“Please babe,” Chloe’s voice is weak and hoarse. “One of my favorite patients passed away today. I really, really need to lose control tonight.” Chloe begged.
“Chloe, that’s ridiculous. You don’t need to lose control. That’s not a thing, you’re being weird right now.”
Something delicate inside of Chloe cracked that night, she didn’t even want to snuggle with her girlfriend as they slept.
The next morning Kate was gone and Chloe couldn’t bring herself to say goodbye when she left.
Kate isn’t even gone one night before Chloe brings Ol’ Strappy out of early retirement. Chloe couldn’t fight her submissive urge to be rendered helpless any longer. Her orgasm is merciless and punishing just like she wants…no, she needs , and right before her vision blurrs Chloe can’t help but wonder how her lover would react if she happened upon Chloe fucking herself with a strap tied around her neck and cumming hard because she loves every brutal second?
When Kate comes back she doesn’t question Chloe when she tells her that the mark is from a patient who freaked out and attacked her. It’s totally plausible.
Kate’s always been naive.
Chloe searches the apartment high and low until she finds Beca’s card.
Her decision is made.
~~~
“Oh my god, let’s see. I’m into whipping, flogging, riding-crops, nipple clamps, choking, almost all forms of bondage including shibari-” she winks at Beca. “Crotch ropes, power dynamics – obviously or I wouldn’t be here,” she chuckles nervously, it’s so refreshing that she can be herself for a change. “I’ve always wanted to be on a Saint Andrew’s Cross and, oooh ooooh can we do spanking? Pretty please with-”
“Chloe,” Beca cuts her off. “Why don’t you tell me anything you’re not comfortable with?” she places her hand over the trembling, excited hand of the peppy redhead sitting at the table in front of her..
It’s their first meeting and Beca wants to cover all of their bases. Beca insists on face-to- face meetings with all potential clients before they embark on this kind of relationship. Nerve has a massive lounge area with comfy circular booths for members to chill out and socialize. Beca went all out and ordered wine and breadsticks so Chloe can relax and feel welcome. Chloe’s comfort and safety are her utmost priority. “Chloe, I want you to be honest with me,” is Beca’s sincere request. “I don’t ever want to do anything that might make you uncomfortable. That’s not the point of this. The point is to figure out a way of satisfying your needs and making you feel good, and that won’t happen if you don’t feel safe.”
“Okay,” she breathes.
“No knives or blood,” she starts with the obvious and easy. Beca never lets up on the intensity of her stare, the seriousness in her eyes. Chloe realizes the woman is taking in every single word she says and treating it with sacred, almost divine respect. It relaxes Chloe a lot. Inspires her to continue. “I don’t want anything involving needles or shock sticks, or electricity period; or anal. Butt stuff is gross.”
Beca watches her closely, waiting for Chloe to find the right words, to find her voice and confidence.
“No ice, or anything weird. Mainly I just feel comfortable with everything I listed. I really want to lose control. To be helpless.”
“Then I will take your control Chloe,” Beca smiles. And the realization, the seriousness, and honesty warms Chloe. Something tugs in her belly. Her fire is brewing, stirring with anticipation.
“Now come on. Let’s pick you out a collar. We have tons to choose from.”
“Ooooh, can I get a Hello Kitty one?” Chloe jokes. And Beca laughs hard and hearty.
Their first session is everything Chloe’s ever wanted from a scene. Beca knows exactly how to read her body, and how to recognize her needs and limits.
She goes down on Beca as part of her punishment because she wasn’t allowed to have her orgasm until she cooperated and pleasured her domme.
Beca’s pussy tastes incredible. Chloe hates that she refuses to let even a single drop go to waste, hates that she can’t wait to taste her again. She tells herself that she isn’t having sex with Beca.
She isn’t cheating on Kate.
She’s in a role.
She’s only performing the functions of her role as a submissive.
Chloe misbehaves at their next session hoping Beca will make her go down on her again.
~
Beca is perfect in every way imaginable. She presents herself as grouchy and take-no-shit but Chloe comes to realize nothing could be further from the truth. Beca is one of the kindest, most deeply sensitive, and considerate people she has ever met.
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