Fifty Shades of Pink: An LA Lovers Novella

by Jourdyn Kelly

  I lay my head back on the couch, and close my eyes. My head is pounding; my heart is hurting. I need to see her. Am I obsessed with her? I really don’t think that’s what it is. All I know is I’ve never felt a fraction of the emotions and pleasure I felt when I was with her. She brought that out in me. I can’t even imagine being with anyone else. That’s going to really suck when I get it through my thick skull that Mistress is done with me.

  I imagine her soft hand caressing my cheek, and I move into the ghost touch. God, it feels so real that it makes my heart ache even more. I have to get out of here. With a sigh, I open my eyes, and see the pink card laying on my table. Now, I’ve never been much of a runner. I’ve always preferred weight training. But if you saw how fast I was off of that couch and down that hall, you’d be impressed. Maybe I should sign up to do sprints. Only if she’s waiting for me at the finish line.

  I make it just as she’s closing the door.

  “Mistress?” My voice is unsure, and that pisses me off. Everything pisses me off. The sorrow of the week of waiting and hoping, only to be let down, comes crashing down on me when I see her silver eyes peering up at me from behind that damn mask. “Where the hell have you been?”

  She closes the door with a distinct click. I don’t guess she’s happy with my tone. Too bad. I’m not happy either. Well, I am happy now that she’s here, but still pissed off. Don’t worry about it. It makes sense in my chaotic mind.

  “Go to the foot of the bed and strip.”

  That’s the first thing she says to me? Orders me? No explanation, no apology, just a fucking order. Fuck that.

  “Where have you been?” I repeat with irritation. “You said you’d be here. You lied!”

  Anger flashes in her eyes. Join the club sister. “I’m here now. And, I will not tolerate you speaking to me in this way.” She won’t tolerate it? What about what I had to tolerate? She continues speaking before I can open my stupid mouth again. “Say your safe word, Cassidy, and leave. Otherwise do as you are told, and go to the foot of the bed and strip.”

  My head falls forward in defeat. If I want to be with her—and I do—then I will have to submit to her. I guess I’m not important enough to deserve an explanation. My eyes fill with tears, so I stay facing the bed with my head down as I begin to strip. Seems appropriate that I’m wearing all black today.

  “Face me,” she orders. Shit. Harder to hide my tears if I have to face her. I disrobe completely—save for the dildo I’m packing—with my head bowed the entire time. “Look at me.”

  I watch as her eyes follow the single tear that escapes from behind my lashes. Her eyelids flutter closed, and I wonder if she’s feeling even an ounce of regret for what she did to me. As she did the first time we were together, she unties her mask, lifts it away from her face and tosses it to the side. Mistress closes the distance between us, and my heartrate speeds up triple time when she reaches a gentle hand out to wipe away my tear.

  “Turn towards the bed,” she orders softly. She stands close enough to me that I can feel the fabric of her corset—black this time—scratch at my back. My skin burns where her hand makes contact on my left shoulder blade. In my imagination, this is her version of placing her hand over my heart. I feel the gesture deep down. “I was called out of town on business,” she says quietly. “It was sudden, and I didn’t have time to get word to you. I’m sorry.”

  Another tear makes its trek down my cheek. My breath hitches as I realize that I am important enough to her for her to explain her absence.

  “Kneel on the edge of the bed.” I guess she was getting too emotional there. Back to business. It feels wrong to even think of it that way. There’s more to this than business. I know it deep down in my soul. It’s with this belief that I’m able to comply with her wishes. “Hold on to the bedposts.”

  I glance up, noticing the ropes at the top of the posts. I’m glad my ‘wingspan’ is considerable, otherwise this could get uncomfortable. When I’m in position, she steps up onto the bed with help from a stepstool. It’s so damn cute I almost crack a smile. The ropes are securely fastened around my wrists with only a small gasp of discomfort from me. She then dips her head towards me, and I almost faint at the prospect of her kissing me. Instead of a kiss, her warm breath caresses my ear.

  “Don’t fall in love with me,” she whispers. Those quiet words tear my soul apart, but I manage to hold back my emotions.

  She slips away from me, going to her arsenal. I’m almost hoping she gets something that delivers more pain than her words caused. She comes back with a black leather riding crop. Yes, I’ve been doing my homework on the items that can be used. I feel the leather move across the expanse of my back. Mistress traces one of my tattoos before moving the soft leather of the crop lower. The sting of the riding crop is intense as she slashes it across my ass.

  “That’s for speaking to me the way you did.”

  Hit me harder! I push my ass back trying to express my desire without words. Make it hurt! Make the emotional pain go away with physical pain.

  “Did you get other cards while I was away, Cassidy?”

  “No, Mistress,” I lie.

  She smacks me again in the same place, and I relish the additional pain. “Don’t lie to me! Did you receive invitations?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” I pant.

  “Did you follow through with them?” She slips the crop between my legs, caressing my wet pussy lips.

  “No, Mistress.” I shift my hips, trying to get the leather in a more satisfactory place. But she moves it away from me. Damn it.

  “Did you want to?” The edge of the crop dips into the crack of my ass, producing a gasp from me.

  “No, Mistress.”

  She spanks me harder than any of the times before, and I cry out. Partly in pain, partly because I want more.

  “Don’t lie to me, Cassidy. One more lie and this is over.”

  “Tonight was the first time I considered it,” I confess in a hurry. “I thought you lied to me. I thought you never wanted to see me again. I thought I had done something wrong to drive you away. I waited for you every day. When you didn’t show up it…” It broke my heart. But I can’t say that to you. “I considered it, but I couldn’t do it. I don’t want to do this without you. I don’t care about the lifestyle,” I care about you, “if it’s not with you, Mistress.”

  Silence fills the room. I want to see her face. I need to know if what I said affected her.

  “Don’t turn around!” Her voice is rougher than normal. Is she crying? As much as I want to, I don’t turn around. Suddenly I hear her taking off her clothes. At least I hope that’s what that sound is. As much as I love seeing her in her leather and lace, seeing her naked is so much better. “Stay facing forward. Understand?”

  “Yes, Mistress.” I barely get the ‘mistress’ out before my breath leaves me completely. Her warm, soft, naked breasts are pressing into my back. It’s the most splendid feeling, accentuated by her erect nipples sensually poking me. I’m pretty sure I could come just from the feel of her against me like this. When her left hand comes around me to grab my ‘cock’ my hips jump. She begins to stroke, and I watch the seductive back and forth movement of her long fingers that are wrapped around the girth of the dildo. Each stroke slides the base of the dildo across my clit, creating the most amazing convulsions inside my pussy.

  A click registers in my brain, but as it tends to happen with Mistress, my ability to think has left me. It’s not until I hear a quiet whirr, and see the movement in front of me, that I understand what’s going on. Somehow, with her hands quite occupied, Mistress managed to push some switch or something that reveals a mirror at the head of the bed. My eyes find hers in the reflection.

  “Watch me jerk you off,” she commands. God, her voice is so fucking sexy when she’s horny and talking dirty. She pulls harder on the dildo to the point where she’s close to pulling it out of me. I realize she knows exactly what she’s doing when she roughly pushes it back insi
de me only to repeat the process over and over. The feel of the thick knob of the double headed dildo stretching me out moments before being thrust back into me is fucking intoxicating. My breath catches as the stirrings of my first orgasm in over a week begins deep inside.

  Mistress caresses my rock hard nipple with the riding crop, never missing a stroke with the dildo. Talented. Very, very talented.

  “Tell me, Cassidy. Tell me you want it.”

  I instinctively know she’s referring to the pain of the crop. Do I want the sting of the leather across my nipple as I come? Remembering what it did for me the first time, um, hell yes!

  “I want it, Mistress. Please.”

  Her nostrils flare, and she slams the dildo inside me, grinding my clit roughly with the base. That does it. Thank god she doesn’t tell me not to come, because there’s no stopping this tidal wave. I don’t know how she knows the exact moment the orgasm begins, but she chooses the perfect instant to whip the crop directly on my extremely sensitive nipple.

  Can you pass out from an orgasm? It’s never happened to me before, but I’m convinced I lost consciousness for at least a few seconds. I’m glad for the restraints at that moment. They keep me from slumping to the floor.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, Mistress.” A little embarrassed maybe, but totally okay. More than okay. She gives me a small smile, patting me gently on the ass before making her way back to her treasure box. Yes, I’m perfectly aware that I called it an arsenal at the beginning of this. But if everything she keeps in there gives me pleasure that makes me pass out, it’s a fucking treasure box!

  I don’t even watch what she selects this time. I want to be surprised. My, how things change. What once filled me with apprehension now fills me with delicious anticipation.

  She climbs onto the bed again (yes, she uses the stepstool), and lays her loot down. Still not going to look. Besides, I have a much better view at the moment. Her tits. My eyes try to refuse being pulled away when she raises my head to look at her. Silly eyes. This is a much better vision.

  “Can you handle more, Cassidy?”

  The genuine concern in her eyes rekindles my hope that maybe this means as much to her as it does me.

  “Yes, Mistress.” Bring it on, baby. Give me everything you’ve got. I may pass out again, but I’ll always be ready for more with you. She eases the dildo out of me, and I can’t help but wonder what she has in store for me.

  I’m mildly disappointed when she slides off the bed to stand behind me again. Then again—my body shivers with pleasure—if she keeps scratching her nail down my back like that, she’s welcome to stay there forever. I feel a gentle pressure from her, and allow myself to be bent forward as far as my bound hands allowed.

  That finger begins its journey again, and I gasp loudly when it finds its destination.

  “Have you done this before, Cassidy?” she asks, watching my reaction in the mirror.

  I shake my head. “I’ve never trusted anyone that much.” My voice is trembling as much as my body is. This is the first time I’ve contemplated using my safe word with her. I don’t know if I can do this.

  She picks something up from the bed, but I can’t bring myself to look at what it is. Suddenly I feel smooth… well… balls, for lack of a better description, being coated with the abundance of juices I’ve produced so far.

  “Do you trust me?”

  Her eyes never leave mine, and I know in that moment that I do indeed trust her. Even with this uncharted territory. I’m actually warming up to the idea of giving her something I’ve never given to anyone else. Sort of like giving her my virginity. I suppose technically I am a virgin there.

  “Yes, Mistress,” I whisper.

  “You can tell me to stop, Cassidy. I will go slow, one bead at a time. If it hurts, or makes you uncomfortable, please let me know.”

  I nod, unable to find my voice as the beads slip between my cheeks.

  “Relax.”

  Sure. Let me get right on that. I take a deep breath, willing my body—one area in particular—to relax. I feel a pressure, and automatically tense up. Her hand starts calming circular motions on my ass cheek, each time pulling them apart more and more with each pass. It’s mesmerizing. The first bead slips inside my tight, um, area. Hmm. That isn’t so bad. In fact, it feels pretty good. A second, slightly larger bead slips in, and I’m okay with that, too. I even find myself pressing back into Mistress, ready for more. When the third, even larger, bead slips in, I’m done.

  “Enough,” I groan huskily. She immediately stops.

  “Do you want me to pull out, Cassidy?”

  “No, Mistress.” Yes, even at a moment like this I can remember the rules. “Just give me a minute, please?”

  “Of course.”

  Her calming strokes on my ass and back never cease. I appreciate it more than I can currently voice to her. Deep breath, Cass. You got this. It’s fine. We’re feeling good. Filled up, a little naughty—okay, a lot naughty—and sexy. This is good.

  “I’m okay.”

  “Are you sure?”

  I catch her gaze in the mirror. “I’m sure, Mistress.”

  She smiles, and climbs back on the bed to kneel in front of me. “Do you remember your safe word?”

  “Yes, Mistress, but I don’t need it.”

  “Just in case, Cassidy.”

  She leans away for a moment, then comes back with… holy shit. She laughs lightly at my expression. The dildo looks like the one I pack, only with one big difference.

  “This fits inside you, just like yours. The other parts are for me. Okay?”

  I nod. She’s going to let me double penetrate her. Ho-ly. Shit. I look up, and stare at that perfect ass in the mirror. That ass that captivated me from the first moment I caught a glimpse of it. She’s about to give it to me. My pussy clenches, which makes other areas of me clench. Whoa. Now there’s a sensation!

  “Ready?”

  My eyes snap back to her extremely amused expression. Laugh it up, baby. I’m going to enjoy fucking that ass. Immensely. I grin.

  “Ready.”

  She slips my ‘part’ inside of me. Fuck, I’m so wet. I’m going to have to engage all my muscles to keep this monster inside of me. I’m up for the challenge. She leans over again. Seems like my Mistress is not finished yet. Though I’m not sure what’s left. I’m certainly all filled up, and she’s about to be.

  There’s a delicate chain wrapped around her elegant fingers. I feel suspiciously close to a sexual novice with my Mistress. No matter how much sex I’ve had in my past, it hasn’t prepared me for all of this. But, fuck, I’m enjoying the learning process.

  She cups my small breasts in her hands, pinching my nipples. The cold of the chain coupled with the pleasurable pain of her pinches make my body jerk. Jerking sends sensations all over the damn place. Good lord. I may not survive this. Ah well. I’ll die happy. She squeezes a small—gulp—clamp, making it open, but hesitates before clipping it to my nipple. In a move that I was not expecting at all, she leans forward and takes my nipple into her mouth.

  If I thought everything else she has done to me was the “best thing ever”, they all dimmed compared to the feel of her hot tongue on my nipple. My hips buck, and my grip on the bedpost tightens. When she sucks, I can’t hold back the groan that comes from deep inside me. She must have liked that sound because she moans, too. It sends little vibrations against my sensitive bud. Yep. I’m going to come really soon.

  I watch her suck me into her mouth. It’s the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen. Or so I thought. Until her eyes came to mine, watching me as she sticks her pink tongue out, and rolls it around my nipple that I swear will spontaneously combust at any moment. She closes her teeth around me, and I shatter.

  “Fuck!” I throw my head back in ecstasy, the orgasm hits me from everywhere. But there’s no time to recover. I feel the tight pressure of the clamps on my nipples, and another spasm hits me.

  “Don’t move,”
she whispers harshly. I force my eyes open, and groan again at the site of her on all fours in front of me. That ass is backing into me as she reaches back to position the dildo. My Mistress is ready! There’s no easing into anything at this point. She fills herself, pushing back with such force that it takes a considerable amount of strength to stay on the bed.

  She cries out, moving faster as she brings her hand down to stroke her own clit.

  Oh yeah, baby! Touch yourself!

  “Oh! Cassidy!”

  I bite my lip, struggling to stay still. But she’s never said my name like that before. Then there’s the vision of her tits swaying violently with each backward thrust, the sensation of being completely filled, and the pressure on my tits. They’re all proving to be too much for me.

  “Please!” I beg.

  “Fuck me, Cassidy! Hard!”

  I slam my hips into her ass, using my grip on the bedposts for leverage. Thank God I have strong thighs as they keep me anchored as I pound inside of her.

  “I’m coming, Cassidy!”

  OH FUCK! She’s definitely never said that before!

  “Me, too!” Oh! Me, too, baby! Coming with her is heaven. We cry out simultaneously, and it’s fucking loud. If anyone hears us out there, good. Let them know how fucking awesome it is being me right now. I slump slightly, exhausted, but somehow needing and wanting more.

  She slides me out of her, then eases the dildo out of me and tosses it to the side. She releases my nipples from the clamps, and I hiss at the flow of blood back into them, making them throb. Because there aren’t enough places in me or on me that are throbbing? I feel her fingers loosening the ropes around my wrists. If it weren’t for the look in her eyes right now, I might think she was done. Not even close.