fic: Dominant and Submissive
Quinn was glaring. Santana was seething. Brittany was whimpering. And Rachel? Giggling loudly as Finn tickled her by her locker, squeaking out “Finnnn, come on, knock it off! Stop it, silly!” between breathless laughs and smiles. Quinn’s pursed lips drew tighter. None of this was acceptable.
“I don’t know what I’m madder about,” Quinn said softly. Santana grunted her response to the question, unable to pull her eyes from the scene. “The fact that she’s so obvious about her flirtation, the fact that it’s Finn or the fact that she said she didn’t need her collar for school when she so clearly does.”
Brittany whimpered again. “She lied,” she said softly. Santana ran a soothing hand up and down the girl’s back, hoping to calm the tallest girl down. “We should’ve just made her wear it…”
“I know, B, that’s a mistake we won’t make again,” Quinn said sternly.
“Shouldn’t one of us go over there and break it up?” Santana asked angrily, taking her hand slowly from Brittany’s back and shoving it in the pocket of her Cheerios jacket. Quinn shook her head.
“The longer she keeps it up, the more punishment she gets. She knows the rules,” Quinn stated plainly. Her girlfriends sighed but nodded in agreement. The rules were explicitly laid out for Rachel and here she was, blatantly disobeying them. The warning bell rang loudly overhead, telling the students of McKinley to get to class. But the three girls stayed still, leaning next to Quinn’s locker, watching as Finn stopped tickling Rachel and smiled that goofy grin of his down at the still giggling girl. He winked at her and said something to her before turning away to walk to class. Rachel just grinned as she took out the book she had intended to get from her locker in the first place, slammed it shut and spun around to walk towards her girlfriends, beaming the whole way.
“Hi guys,” Rachel said happily as she bounced up to the three waiting girls.
Quinn slammed her locker shut furiously, the harsh sound causing Rachel to jump a little. “Kitten…why are you being so disobedient today?” Rachel blushed furiously, her eyes shifting nervously around her to the mass of students that were passing them.
“Shhh, Quinnie, please not here,” the smaller girl pleaded at the use of the very personal label. Quinn turned to her with the most intense glare she could muster.
“Kitten, why do you think you can dictate what I say?”
“And why isn’t kitten wearing her collar?” Santana asked angrily.
“Y-You guys, I-“
“And was kitten given permission to speak?” Brittany mused.
Rachel’s eyes averted to the ground, her blush only intensifying. She had been shut down as she shook her head solemnly. Quinn nodded her approval and quickly glanced about the hallway, making sure no one had heard any of the conversation before taking a step towards her embarrassed girlfriend. “We clearly can’t have you running about, doing whatever you please. You will be spending the rest of the day with us, kitten, and after school we’ll teach you how to behave yourself.” Rachel nodded meekly. “Do you have any questions?” Rachel cautiously lifted her head and nodded. “Speak.”
“W-What about the classes I don’t have with you?” she asked softly. Her mind was far from school as she spoke, she could only focus on the last part of what Quinn had said: we’ll teach you how to behave yourself. The phrase caused a shiver of anticipation to tingle through her spine, eager to see, or rather feel, what her girlfriends would do to her.
Quinn thought for a second, but it was Santana who spoke. “I’ll watch her, I’m fine with cutting classes,” the Latina said with a smirk. Her eyes roamed over Rachel’s body as her tone became cool and serious. “Besides, can’t have my sweet kitten running off with Finnocence again.”
Rachel’s eyes widened. “Oh, no, guys we were-“
“Rachel would you like to be gagged for the remained of the day?” Quinn pondered softly. Rachel looked horrified and shook her head. “Then I suggest you only talk when Santana gives you permission. She is your Dom after all, and good kittens consult with their superior before acting in any way.” Rachel nodded. “Good. San, take her to her next class, we’ll see you girls at lunch.”
Santana nodded as her two blonde girlfriends strolled off, and took Rachel’s hand in her own. “Well? Let’s go to class.” Rachel nodded, still blushing as she led Santana off to her English class. The pair walked in silence, slowly strolling down the now empty hallway. Santana didn’t mind being late to class, and preferred the alone time with Rachel instead. “You know,” she started, breaking the silence. Rachel glanced up at her. “If you just thought a little more, we wouldn’t have to do this, kitten.” Rachel bit her lip and nodded. In retrospect, it probably wasn’t the best idea to act so playfully for all the school to see with Finn. Especially with her knowledge of how possessive her girlfriends could be.
Rachel had been “kitten” for a few months now. It had started with just Brittany, Santana and Quinn; the three would fool around regularly, fucking for hours on end in states of passionate bliss, but it came to pass that they realized they were all rather dominant in the bedroom and wanted someone to submit to them. Brittany had been the one to propose Rachel for the group, and both Quinn and Santana were struck with how perfect the idea was. Rachel would fit perfectly into the role of what they wanted.
Brittany had approached Rachel first. The singer thought it was some perverse, bizarre joke and just walked away from Brittany when the blonde was midsentence. Not only were Quinn and Santana mad that she hadn’t considered the offer, they were downright furious that she had brushed Brittany off. No one brushes Brittany off. So Quinn and Santana yanked Rachel into an empty classroom, explaining what Brittany had been unable to, while scolding the tiny brunette for her actions. Rachel got so turned on by everything, the idea and the harsh words from the gorgeous women, that a small whimper escaped her lips. Quinn, who had been speaking, stopped immediately. Santana and her exchanged a knowing look. They knew that whimper. “You’re hot right now, aren’t you?” Quinn said softly.
Rachel sputtered, trying her hardest to think of a response, but was cut off with Quinn’s lips pressed against her own, while Santana dove into her neck, leaving bruises. Rachel just whimpered again, overcome with the warm, comfortable feeling of two girls pressed against her. Quinn’s soft lips left slow, promising kisses before pulling back. “Well?” she asked with determination. Rachel had agreed.
The sex the four girls had was nothing but explosive. Sometimes they would take turns on Rachel, fucking the smallest girl until she was too spent to move. Other times, all three of the Cheerios would ravish Rachel’s body together, bringing her to orgasms of such intensity, she had been known to black out for small periods of time. Rachel often wasn’t given the opportunity to fuck her girlfriends, at least not without being fucked herself in the process. She was their sweet, almost innocent plaything, who did any and everything they said and they loved her for it; she was their kitten. Santana one day posed the question of what they, being herself, Brittany and Quinn, should be called; master, mistress, simple nicknames? Rachel had spoken up, and asked to call them her Doms: Dom San, Dom Quinnie and Dom Britt, because that’s what they were to her. And so their relationship began.
Recently, Brittany had come to Rachel’s house holding a yellow gift bag, with a beaming Quinn by her side. Santana sat next to the singer on the bed, grinning with anticipation, as Rachel unwrapped what turned out to be a plain black leather collar with a small silver tag reading “Kitten” on the front. Rachel gasped at the beautiful tag, running her fingers over it gently. She looked at all three of her girlfriends with a confused but happy smile as she ran her thumb over the leather.
“When you wear this, you’re our kitten, and only ours. When you’re a good girl, you will get rewarded and when you’re a bad girl, you will get strict punishments. Do you understand?” Quinn asked as she undid the collar and slowly slid it around her girlfriend’s neck. Rachel nodded as the buckle latched, making her officially the plaything for her girlfriend’s sexual desires.
Not to say there wasn’t real love in the relationship, because there absolutely was. Just because the Dom girls loved to fuck Rachel silly, call her a dirty bitch and tease her till she was in tears, didn’t mean they were ok with anyone else doing it. Brittany had to physically pull Santana off Puck for making a lewd comment about the singer one afternoon. Quinn nearly got herself kicked off the Cheerios when she verbally assaulted (and maybe even physically assaulted-just a slap across the face!!) a fellow cheerleader who was spreading hurtful rumors about the Rachel and calling her awful names. What could they say, they were possessive of their sweet kitten and wanted to keep her safe from anything so she could be all theirs in the bedroom.
One afternoon, Rachel had been seen flirting with Jesse, or at least that’s what it had looked like to Santana. That evening, while Rachel lying on her bed having her clit sucked by Brittany, Santana exploded with rage, explaining what she had seen and demanding Rachel wear her collar to school as a reminder that she belonged to them and she needed to be good. Quinn and Brittany had been furious when they heard what Santana had said, but Rachel pleaded with her girlfriends, telling them there was no flirtation and she really didn’t need to wear a collar to school. The Doms consorted with one another to decide, Rachel begging in the background the entire time that she was a good girl and didn’t need a collar to tell her as much. They decided that she would be forgiven for the one incident, but if it happened again she would be collared, regardless. Rachel thanked them profusely, getting on her hands and knees to kiss their feet. That night she ate all three of her girlfriends out, drinking their cum gratefully and thanking them for letting her be their kitten.
And so here they were, walking to class at a languid pace through the desolate halls of McKinley. When they arrived in English, the teacher didn’t seem to mind that Rachel was late, seeing as it was the first time she had done so all year, but questioned Santana on her presence. The Latina made up a weak excuse and seated herself directly next to her girlfriend. The teacher shrugged them off and resumed his lesson, jotting notes on the board. Rachel scribbled notes silently while Santana’s hand gently stroked her upper thigh, keeping her in place. When the teacher asked a question, Rachel shot her hand in the air, eager to answer when she felt a nudge in her side. “Does kitten want to share something with the class?” Santana whispered hoarsely. Rachel shakily pulled her hand down as someone else was called on. Rachel pouted. “Don’t be petulant, kitten, it doesn’t become you. You should know better than to act without permission, for something as grand as speaking no less.” Rachel nodded weakly to herself.
A few minutes later, the teacher posed another question to the class. Rachel looked at Santana pleadingly. “Please Dom San, may I raise my hand to speak?” she whispered quickly, hoping not to be beaten out by another student this time. Santana nodded and Rachel’s hand shot up like a rocket. The teacher called on the tiny brunette, letting her give a long-winded but highly insightful answer. The teacher praised her on her response and moved on with his lesson plan. Santana smiled proudly.
“Good girl,” she husked, her hand running up to Rachel’s pussy to cup it gently. “Such a smart kitten.” Rachel blushed.
“Thank you, Dommy San,” she whispered, knowing full well that the nickname of sorts turned Santana on. The Latina just grinned and continued rubbing her hand slowly up and down her girls thigh.
After English, Santana took Rachel’s hand in her own and started to walk her to her next class when she felt a tug on her hand. She looked back to see Rachel eyeing the door to the girls bathroom. “Dom San, may I use the bathroom please?”
Santana formed a grin. “You want to use a toilet?” Rachel looked puzzled and nodded, pointing to the bathroom in front of them. “Number one or number two?” Again, Rachel just looked confused but held up one finger. Santana smirked. “Ask me properly kitten.”
Rachel sighed as the warning bell rang, watching kids scurry off to their classes. “Please, Dom San, may I use the toilet to pee?”
Santana just continued. “Absolutely not.” Rachel looked stunned.
“B-But, Dom San, I-I-“
“Kittens don’t piss in toilets, they piss outside, on trees, like animals,” the Latina responded plainly. Rachel’s eyes widened. “So does kitten need to go?” she asked, gesturing out the window to some of the trees down by the football field. Rachel sighed and shook her head weakly, continuing off to class but was stopped when Santana pulled her back. “Now, now, I can’t have my kitten fidgeting in class when she needs to go. Come on baby, let’s go for a walk.”
Rachel blushed profusely. “Dommy San, please?” Rachel whimpered as her girlfriend took off, but Santana just shook her head and pushed open the double doors. They walked in silence until they were on the far end of the football field. It was apparent that Rachel wouldn’t be going to her next class she realized as the pair stopped near a large oak.
“Come on, kitten, nothing to be scared of, piss for me and we can go back to class.” Rachel’s blush was reddening as the singer eyed the tree meekly. Santana sighed and strolled up behind her girlfriend, wrapping her arm around the girl’s midsection with one arm and using her free hand to cup the girl’s sex. Santana’s arm pressed delicately into Rachel’s stomach, pushing down on her bladder. Rachel keened. “Come on baby,” Santana urged in a growl directly into Rachel’s ear. Her grip on the singer’s sex tightened slightly. She could feel how wet Rachel was through her; she was absolutely turned on by this. Finally Rachel nodded weakly and walked to the base of the tree pulled down her panties, shamefully handing them to Santana who smiled her approval.
Rachel kneeled down, her back towards Santana and tried to relax. “Uh-uh, spin around and pull up that skirt kitten,” Santana admonished. Rachel swallowed thickly and spun around, flipping her skirt up; she was powerless to defy her Doms. She sat still with her eyes closed for what felt like forever. “Come on, I don’t have-“ Rachel sighed as warm piss spilled from her pussy. Santana’s eyes went wide as a massive grin appeared on her face. She was actually doing it. There was almost complete silence, with nothing filling the air but the soft patter of Rachel’s urine hitting the grass. Rachel was biting her lip nervously, her eyes clenched shut, emptying her bladder until she was done, and remained kneeling unsure of what to do. Santana kept grinning and took small steps towards her girlfriend.
Rachel couldn’t bring herself to look up, she felt too ashamed, but Santana just ran loving fingers through her silky brown hair, letting her nails gently skim over Rachel’s soft scalp. Rachel whimpered softly, but Santana just shushed her gently. “Such a good kitten. My sweet kitten. Shhh shhh, baby,” the Latina cooed as Rachel continued to whimper helplessly. “Come, sweetheart,” she said kindly but firmly. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to the crown of Rachel’s head. “Let’s just skip your class, we can head to the cafeteria to meet Quinnie and Brit for lunch, ok?” The smaller girl just nodded and rose to her feet. Santana smiled proudly. “That’s my good kitten.” Rachel reached for her panties, still clutched in Santana’s hands, but the garment was pulled back. “No, no, you’ll get these back when you’ve earned them.” Rachel was powerless to argue, she just nodded and followed Santana as she set off for the building.
Over lunch, Santana reported back to her fellow Doms that Rachel had been a very good girl that day, aside from the misstep in class with the hand raising, which was quickly corrected. Rachel was commended for her good behavior by both Quinn and Brittany and was told that after school, the quad would head to Quinn’s house where she would be punished for her earlier flirtation, as well as be rewarded for being a good girl for Santana. Rachel thanked her Doms as the bell rang out, telling the students to get to their next class.
The rest of the day went by seamlessly. Rachel obeyed the rules while Santana made sure of this with a watchful eye. When the end of the day bell rang, Santana led Rachel to the parking lot to find Quinn lying on the hood of her car with Brittany mounted on top of her, kissing her heatedly. Santana just giggled and called out to her girlfriends, who blushed and rolled off the machine. Brittany opened the door for Rachel and soon the girls had all piled in and were cruising towards Quinn’s house.
Quinn pulled into her driveway and put the car in park, almost instantly springing out of the car while Brittany and Santana did the same. Rachel waited patiently for Brittany to come to her side and open the door for her. Rachel thanked her softly and followed Quinn and Santana inside with Brittany close behind her. Once in Quinn’s room, Rachel stripped off her clothing without delay, her eyes cast downwards under the stares of her three girlfriends. She stood patiently at the foot of the bed, her arms behind her back, awaiting instruction. After a few seconds of admiring Rachel’s body, Quinn spoke up. “Bed. Spread your arms and legs.” Rachel nodded and did as she was told. Quinn and Brittany walked to Quinn’s nightstand and pulled out several silk ties and proceeded to tie Rachel’s limbs to the four corners of the bed. Finally, when the smallest girl was tied up, Quinn spoke.
“Ladies,” she began, directing her attention to her fellow Doms, “we’re here because our kitten was very bad today and was flirting with Finn for everyone to see.” Rachel bit her lip to keep from calling out that she wasn’t flirting, but knew it would make her punishment infinitely worse to interrupt Quinn’s speech. “However, as I understand it from Santana, kitten was very good for the rest of the day and did very well in school, so she has earned some rewards as well, though obviously the punishment will come first and will be greater. Kitten, do you have anything to add?” The three Doms looked to Rachel, tied up and at their mercy, lust clouding their eyes.
Rachel pouted slightly. “Just that I’m very sorry to have been a bad girl and I thank you for letting me be your kitten, even when I don’t deserve it.” Sucking up to the girls certainly couldn’t hurt at this point, Rachel had reasoned. Santana nodded happily and looked to Quinn who nodded. Rachel watched as Santana went to Quinn’s backpack and pulled out a red silk tie. The Latina smirked confidently and strolled to the bed. After pressing a soft kiss to Rachel’s waiting lips, she slipped the tie around the singer’s eyes and tied it, leaving her completely blindfolded and vulnerable. She heard Santana chuckle darkly at the position of power she was now in.
For about a minute, all that could be heard was the sound of the other three girls getting naked, the gentled flop of clothing being dumped on the floor. Then there was silence. Rachel bit her lip nervously; she hated the silence, she hated not knowing what was coming even though she felt so safe with her three girlfriends. Then she felt it; a long finger sliding into her exposed sex. Rachel sighed. Then another finger, but from a different hand. And finally one more.
She couldn’t tell all the fingers inside of her apart. All she knew is it felt so good to have three fingers, each belonging to a different girlfriend, stretching her sex. All three fingers were working at different paces, so there was constant movement and feeling in Rachel’s hot pussy. Just as the diva adjusted herself to the new and amazing sensation, she whimpered when, without warning, all the digits were removed. She tossed her head back and forth, trying to see under the blindfold but to no avail.
“Come on girls, let’s let kitten think about what she’s done.” She recognized the voice as Quinn’s and whimpered helplessly, hoping to guilt at least one of the girls into fucking her like she needed. She keened like a helpless puppy, a sound that usually made one of them, usually Brittany, lose all self control and jump her bones. She heard Santana softly whisper “Not yet baby,” somewhere in the room, in all likelihood telling the message to the tallest blonde. Rachel grunted in frustration and arched her back weakly. Suddenly a hand came down and tweaked her nipple roughly. “Behave.” When Quinn gave an order in that tone, Rachel knew she needed to stop, lest the blonde make things infinitely worse for her. Rachel pouted slightly but nodded.
Rachel heard kissing in the distance, probably on Quinn’s couch where her three girlfriends were undoubtedly pleasuring each other. Rachel bit her lip and shifted slightly in the bed, but with her legs spread so wide there was no hope of any relief.
Rachel stayed in that position for a solid half an hour, listening to the breathy pants of her girlfriends, the slick sound of tongue fucking and fingering, and the squeaks as the girls were brought close to the edge without cumming. Rachel was dripping precum down her thighs by the time she heard padded footsteps walking across Quinn’s carpet. She felt someone standing over her. Soon after, a lone finger glazed over her bottom lip. Rachel whimpered and took the finger in her mouth, licking it lavishly and eagerly. She heard a haughty snort and recognized that the sound had come from Santana.
“You’ve been a bad kitten, haven’t you?” Santana asked coolly. Rachel whimpered as the finger was taken from her hungry mouth. She licked her lips where the finger had been. It tasted like Brittany and Quinn’s cum. “I asked you a question kitten.”
Rachel shook her head back to reality. “Y-Yes, Dom San San. Such a bad kitten.”
“Hmmmm,” Santana muttered. The wet finger glided down Rachel’s body, through the valley of her breasts and down to her exposed sex. “You’re soaking,” the Latina said casually, as if stating the time. Rachel nodded fervently. “Why are you so wet?”
“L-Listening to my Doms pleasure each other made me horny…” Rachel said softly. Santana’s fingers teased the dark brown curls at the apex of the smaller girl’s thighs.
“Have you earned the right to orgasm, kitten? To squirt all over your Doms?” Santana asked, again with such nonchalance that it nearly threw Rachel.
“I-I…only if my Dom will let me…” Good answer, Rachel thought to herself. Santana’s finger slid down just enough to slide over Rachel’s swollen clit. The singer whimpered.
“I love this,” Santana growled, rubbing two fingers gently over Rachel’s bud. The sound of Brittany whimpering in the distance made more precum spill from Rachel’s sex. Santana smirked. “You like being at our mercy, kitten?”
“Yes, Dom San. Thank you, Dom San,” Rachel sighed, relaxing into the gentle massage her clit was getting. All to abruptly it stopped. Rachel sighed, but admitted that she would’ve been naïve to think it would’ve ended there. Teasing with sound and sense deprivation wasn’t enough of a penalty. She needed to be brought to the edge time and time again before her Doms would deem her thoroughly punished.
“You should see yourself, kitten,” Santana said hoarsely. Rachel felt the bed dip between her spread legs and swiveled her head to face the direction of the sound. “Your clit…it’s unbelievable.” Rachel whined as she felt Santana blow a cool breeze onto her sex. “It’s so stiff, it’s completely out of its hood, it fucking needs attention, it needs my touch.” Rachel nodded wildly. “Your whole pussy, babe, it’s so red, so full…” Santana was mesmerized. Rachel almost screamed as the Latina’s tongue gave her sex the most tentative of touches. “So sweet,” she whispered to herself. Rachel was biting her lip so hard she was scared she would draw blood.
And just like that, the bed dipped again and Santana was gone. Rachel keened softly. Her head thrashed from side to side, trying to figure out what would be next when a nipple was taken into a warm, wet mouth. Rachel sighed, her heaving chest pushing out into the source of pleasure. “Easy, kitten,” Brittany’s voice rang out softly as a gentle hand was laid on Rachel’s taut stomach, pushing her torso firmly down to the bed again.
Rachel sighed again and nodded as Brittany nibbled at her pebbled buds. The blonde worked slowly, savoring the taste and feel of Rachel’s skin. Again Rachel could hear kissing and moaning somewhere in the room, Santana and Quinn teasing each other no doubt. Rachel shook her legs slightly, as if the ties that bound her would disappear and she could relieve some of the tension building in her loins. Suddenly a sting shook through her system as Brittany slapped her pussy. “Bad kitten,” she said, the pout on her face practically audible. And so the dancer continued, as if nothing had happened, suckling at Rachel’s chest. Every time Rachel moved, trying to either encourage Brittany or relieve herself, she would be punished with either a painful tug at her nipples or a slap to her sensitive sex.
Rachel was keening softly when Brittany finally released her tits, the nipples sucked raw. The cool air felt almost painful against the slick skin from the blonde’s saliva. Brittany pressed a gently kiss to Rachel’s neck, letting out a soft, “It’s almost done kitten,” before leaving. Rachel sighed sadly, whimpering out to her girlfriends. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, she had never been so aroused. Her sex was on display for all of them to see, it was all to evident that she needed to cum soon or she might go crazy.
“How is my little kitten feeling?” Rachel swallowed thickly as Quinn’s sultry voice made itself known directly next to her ear. Rachel shuddered.
“I’m so horny,” Rachel whimpered. Quinn playfully pouted at her girlfriend, tied up and blindfolded, so vulnerable…so hot. Quinn smirked and climbed onto the bed next to the quivering diva and let her hand slide down the girl’s stomach to her sex, where her clit stood, completely swollen. Quinn sighed dreamily at the sight and rubbed at it teasingly with one gentle finger. Rachel squeaked in ecstasy, but kept herself from thrusting her hips forward. Quinn raised her eyebrows in surprise at her girlfriend’s self control and continued to languidly rub circles over the singer’s clit.
“Aww, my poor sweet kitten wants more?” She cooed. Rachel bit her lip hungrily and nodded. She felt like maybe Quinn would give in to her needs and ever so slightly canting her hips into the blonde’s delicate touch. Quinn growled and immediately pulled her hand back. “Bad girl,” she snapped and swatted Rachel’s dripping pussy. The singer whimpered in a mix of pleasure and pain, her head craning back into the pillow. “You know better than to try and dictate how I play with this.” Quinn loosely tugged at the brunette’s swollen bud, earning a sharp mewl from the girl. “Now behave yourself or I’ll leave you here to sit in your own cum.” Rachel whimpered like a kicked puppy but nodded. “Good.”
Quinn introduced a second finger to rub at Rachel’s clit, going in painfully slow circles. Rachel sighed, biting her lip hard as sweat dripped from every pore. Rachel felt a shift in the bed but paid it no mind, trying desperately to focus on anything but the deliciously cruel treatment her clit was getting. Suddenly it was all too hard to ignore; Quinn’s head was between her legs and was gently kissing the swollen bud. Rachel’s breath caught, releasing an uncomfortable squeak. Quinn chuckled and pressed another slow kiss. Quinn laid her head on Rachel’s thigh, blowing gentle breaths at her sex, watching it twitch with need. She stayed like this for nearly ten minutes, relentlessly teasing until finally she deemed Rachel and her poor abused sex thoroughly punished. “Girls,” her voice sung out to the other two girls, “I think it’s time to make kitten purr.”
Rachel’s eyes went wide under her blindfold as a massive grin graced her face. “Kitten have you learned your lesson?” Santana’s voice asked. Rachel nodded eagerly. “And what lesson is that?”
Rachel gulped, hoping her answer would suffice so she could be rewarded. “N-Never display any affection with anyone who isn’t a D-Dom, never let Finn touch me, a-and always be a very good kitten,” she squeaked out hopefully. There was nothing but silence. Rachel swore you could hear her heartbeat pounding wildly.
She knew her answer was correct when two tongues lavishly licked at her exposed sex, starting at her opening and slowly going up to her full clit. Rachel screamed softly. Another mouth occupied itself with her nipples, suckling the nubs eagerly. “Mark her, B” Quinn’s scratchy voice called. Rachel sighed, feeling a mouth which she then realized was Brittany’s, attach itself to her neck, leaving dark noticeable bruises.
“Thank you Dom Brit,” Rachel moaned. “Thank you so much.”
“Good girl,” Santana cooed from between Rachel’s legs. Quinn and Santana’s tongues were both lapping at Rachel’s dripping sex, swallowing the free-flowing juices hungrily. The smallest girl felt a thumb rubbing at her clitoris, teasing it gently. She canted her hips up to meet the touch.
“Doesn’t it get you so hot, Rachel? That this,” a gentle tug at her clit, “this sweet little bud brings you to such pleasure?” Quinn always did have a thing for dirty, not even dirty but erotic, talk. She was so fascinated by sex and making women cum, she always felt the need to voice it. Rachel nodded fervently. Brittany started to bite at her collarbone, quickly easing her tongue out to soothe the harsh nips. Rachel was in ecstasy as her girlfriends gave her so much attention but never enough to finish. “I’ve never seen your pussy so wet before, Rach…It’s incredible,” Quinn sighed, sliding her tongue along one of Rachel’s folds. Santana mmhmm’d her agreement, dipping her tongue into Rachel’s hot passage.
Just as Rachel started to feel herself teetering on the edge, both Quinn and Santana pulled their mouths back, opting instead to leaving hickeys along her inner thighs. “We have to mark you all over, kitten,” Santana growled. “Can’t have anyone thinking they can touch this.” She swiped her fingers through Rachel’s cum.
“T-Thank you, Dom San,” Rachel whined. Brittany was kissing her everywhere; her breasts, her neck, and arms, her stomach, anywhere that could be kissed, licked or marked. Rachel had never been given attention like this, she had never felt so owned and yet so loved. Every so often, Quinn and Santana would lap at her pussy, collecting the wetness and letting out a hungry “mmmm” at the sweet flavor.
All to suddenly it all stopped. Rachel let out a pained squeak at the abrupt halt. “Look at her,” Brittany’s voice mused softly. Rachel truly was a sight to behold, they all needed to take it in. Rachel was quivering from head to toe, covered in layers of sweat dripping from her body. Her hair was messy and splayed from tossing her head so often and so quickly. Several hickeys were laced across her neck and chest, marking her as their property, along with the three hickeys Quinn and Santana had left on the uppermost part of her thighs. Her pussy was utterly swollen, an angry red, after well over an hour of bullying and teasing. Her clit was entirely exposed, seeking any sort of relief offered. Rachel quite simply looked like sex.
“Doms?” Rachel whimpered softly. “P-Please? I…I can’t…anym-more.”
“Of course, kitten.” Two mouths suddenly were wrapped around both of Rachel’s aching nipples, sucking them perfectly to peaks. The final mouth, Quinn’s mouth, latched on to Rachel’s abused clit and sucked at it passionately. Quinn slid four fingers, one for each of them, deep into Rachel’s pussy, thrusting at an even pace and curling them slightly with each push. Rachel cried out in ecstasy as she finally felt her walls contract and realize that she wasn’t going to be stopped.
“YES! YES! YESSSS!” she wailed eagerly, grasping her hands at the ties and holding tight as her orgasm engulfed her. “AHHHHHHH F-FUCKKKKK!” Rachel’s pussy tightened firmly, pushing out Quinn’s fingers in the process. Warm cum squirted out, coating the blonde’s chin and upper chest. All the Doms continued to get Rachel off, making stream after stream of cum squirt from the singer’s exhausted pussy, letting her savor the orgasm she long had coming. “S-S-Stop!” she finally cried out weakly. The pleasure was teetering on pain from everything being so oversensitive. All the girls instantly stopped at the plea. They watched Rachel take weak shuddered breaths, her pussy still seeping out cum.
Brittany gently lifted Rachel’s head and took off the blindfold, tossing it down to the floor. Rachel’s eyes were clenched shut, her mouth hanging lazily open. She couldn’t move, so her Doms cuddled around her, with Quinn holding the shaking girl tightly. “T-thank you,” Rachel whispered breathlessly. “Thank you Dommy San, Dommy Brit and Dommy Quinnie…”
“Such a good kitten. Our good, sweet, kitten,” Quinn murmured softly, stroking Rachel’s hair. The singer couldn’t do or say anything, she just sighed, wrapping her arm lazily around her Dom Quinnie’s waist, falling asleep amid her loving girlfriends.