The Hand That Feeds
Santana awoke feeling as if a bag of bricks had been lifted from her chest. The soothing sensation that came through her as it spread through her muscles with comfortable warmth made her smile. She can't remember the last time she felt that she didn't have the weight of the world on her shoulders.
Yawning, Santana rubbed her eyes and rustled a hand through her wild hair. She stretched out, feeling the lack of heat on the other side of the bed. Opening her droopy eyes, Santana took in the empty space that was supposed to have the soft body of Quinn beside her.
Santana sat up and rubbed her eyes just as she let out another yawn. The bedroom door opened and Quinn entered, fully clothed. Seeing that Santana was finally awake, Quinn sat on to the bed and lightly kissed Santana.
“Hey.” Quinn grinned.
Santana reached a hand out to grip Quinn's wrist. The sense of regret and disappointment quickly washed away. She wore a proud smile.
“Hi.” Santana whispered. “Are you going somewhere?”
“I need to see Rachel.” Quinn reminded.
Santana couldn't stop herself from frowning at the mention of her name. She had a justifiable reason to dislike Rachel. She had been rude to Santana and acted like a spoiled brat that showed no respect to others. The anger started to fill Santana again the longer she thought about Rachel and the fight in the kitchen.
“I can't keep her in the basement any longer.” Quinn insisted. “I'll talk to her before I send her back to her chores.”
Quinn rose to her feet, stationing herself in front of her vanity set and checked her make up and hair for the second time. She ran a hand through her hair before opening the draw and pulling out a brush. Santana got up and started to collect parts of her pajamas, finding the shirt first underneath the bed.
“You need to see Artie again, but shower before you go down to his office.” Quinn instructed. “Once that's over you can resume your chores.”
Santana managed to locate her underwear across from the bed and slipped it on. When she was fully dressed she tried to fix her hair with her hands, but found it pointless as it only made it worse.
“Are you okay?” Santana asked.
Quinn looked over her shoulder and placed the brush down.
“I just...everything is fine right?” Santana questioned. “We're okay? I feel as if I -”
Quinn strided over to Santana and encased her waist into her arms. They came together in a soft kiss. Lifting one hand, Quinn put a hand through Santana's hair and swiped her hair to the left to expose her neck.
“Yes.” Quinn whispered. “Everything is perfect. What happened between us was exactly what I wanted.”
Letting out a sigh of relief, Santana smiled. She had never felt such a strong sense of joy and accomplishment with just two simple sentences. The only thing Santana could think about now was being able to do it again, maybe this time sex without any oral. Quinn yanked Santana into a kiss, but had a difficult time pulling away.
The way Santana's soft lips felt against her own was addictive. It brought a spike of desire through her all over again. Before it could spread and Quinn would be left with another boner, she broke away, out of breath. Santana chuckled and kissed Quinn's chin before pressing the side of her face against Quinn's.
Quinn wrapped Santana into a firm hug. The small action making Santana's heart race she was sure she would have a heart attack at any given moment. Quinn released her and smoothed a hand through Santana's hair as she examined her.
“I have to go.” Quinn reminded. “I'll see you tonight.”
Santana smiled one last time, unable to hide her excitement and got dressed. She gave no complains and left in silence. Quinn had gone her separate way after.
***
Rachel leaned back against the concrete wall of the basement with a groan. She should be grateful to be down here and not receive any punishment. The torture alone was remaining in the basement bored and sulking in silence. She glanced at the whips, tables, and chains that filled the basement.
Rachel knew she could have easily been strung up with those chains and lashed until her back bled and she was covered in scars. It would be what she deserved. She was lucky. Quinn hated harsh punishments, while her father used them often for everything. That wasn't to say Quinn never whipped a slave.
Rachel has seen her do it five times. It was rare as Quinn had been reasonable with the slaves, but there were some who felt it was right to misuse her trust and kind nature. An example being Rachel herself, but she was the only one to avoid such a painful punishment despite causing Quinn to blow up and lose her temper.
Rachel glanced at her empty tray beside her. At least Quinn instructed Rachel get fed breakfast and dinner. The food was decent, aside from having to eat and sleep on the floor. Getting up off her feet, Rachel began to pace around as she felt her leg begin to go numb from sitting cross-legged.
The restlessness returned, increasing in volume as she paced around the basement for the tenth time. When she got to the hooks adorned with whips, the door opened and Rachel quickly spun around. Quinn stood in the doorway with a stern face in place.
She looked Rachel over before walking into the center of the room and the door closed again. Rachel refused to move and couldn't find it in herself to look Quinn in the eye. She wasn't as angry as yesterday, but the disappointment was still there and that was something Rachel couldn't deal with.
“Did you sleep well?” Quinn asked, trying to lighten the mood.
“Yes Miss.” Rachel answered.
Several seconds of silence and avoided eye-contact, Quinn made her way over to a table and pulled out a chair. Rachel felt an ache of despair rip through her stomach, causing it to drop to her feet.
“Sit down Rachel.” Quinn demanded.
She made her way over, waiting for Quinn to sit first before she was seated. Quinn nervously tapped a finger onto the table, trying to find a way to gather her thoughts. She knew this conversation had to happen and it was supposed to long before Santana moved into the mansion. But Quinn had not found a way to go about it and she still had no clue how to approach such a topic that was pertained to Santana.
This was odd. It was always so easy to tell Rachel everything. Quinn trusted Rachel and that had not changed, but when it came to Santana Quinn didn't know how to word her thoughts. She had no idea how to explain her feelings either and she wanted to disclose very little about her budding relationship with Santana.
The relationship between them clearly had changed and that was something Rachel wasn't willing to accept yet, while Quinn was ready to move on and start something new and wonderful with Santana. But it wouldn't be possible with Rachel behaving the way she did at brunch. Ties had to be cut and that was a painful process Quinn didn't want to face.
“We have to talk.” Quinn started.
Rachel scoffed. It was a given. An unnecessary statement, but it was the only way Quinn knew where to start. She had the courage to verbally state it and acknowledge its existence. That wasn't comforting for Rachel.
“What happened yesterday...” Quinn trailed. “It...you had no reason to attack her. We've spoke about buying a new slave before I even met her.”
“I know and I apologize.” Rachel agreed. “I got jealous.”
“You understood why I needed a new slave.” Quinn reminded. “It was a mutual agreement between us to reassign your position.”
Rachel nodded as acknowledgment to Quinn's reminder. It was too painful to speak, let alone hear Quinn say all the things Rachel never thought to hear since the day they met. It was a reality Rachel knew would happen once Quinn came to her with the idea of a new slave.
“I've waited long enough.” Quinn added.
“Of course Mistress.” Rachel replied. “You need an heir. It's important for your family line.”
Quinn reached out to take Rachel's hand into a comforting hold. Rachel stiffened. She let out an exhale before swallowing back her tears. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe how everything changed in just two weeks. Rachel felt as if she had lost everything.
“At this point you need to understand,” Quinn whispered. “Whatever you thought we had romantically has ended. You'll be replaced, but that doesn't mean I don't need you, because you are an important person to me. I trust you the most out of all of the slaves.”
Rachel scoffed, in total disbelief. The sixteen years of history washed away. The closeness she had with Quinn forgotten. The pang of jealously came back as she thought about Santana and how easy it was for her to make Quinn completely smitten with her.
But Quinn had been respectful, as she always has. Had it not been for Quinn, Rachel would be dead long ago at the age of 13 once she lost both her parents to a raid when she was 10. How she managed to live so long on her own in this harsh world for three years was an amazing feat, but Quinn took her in and cared for her.
“I understand.” Rachel responded.
“I'm not going to leave you.” Quinn assured, standing up and placing a hand on to Rachel's shoulder. “I need you Rachel.”
“But you no longer want me.” Rachel added. “It's okay Mistress. I won't leave. I made a promise to stay by your side.”
Rachel stood, making her way to Quinn pulled her into a hug. Rachel felt Quinn press her face into the crook of her neck and while Rachel could no longer hold her tears. They remained in the hug for a few moments until Quinn was the first to release Rachel.
“You are the most highly qualified slave to tend to Santana's needs when she is with child.” Quinn muttered.
“Then I will do what I can to fix the bad blood between us as you've requested.” Rachel replied, giving Quinn one last hug.
Quinn smiled. “Thank you.”
Rachel smiled back and watched Quinn head toward the door and exit. Rachel let out a heavy sigh.
***
“You are recovering quite nicely Santana.” Artie noted, examining Santana. “I'm sure in no time you'll be at a proper weight and much more physically fit.”
Artie wheeled himself away from the examination table and picked up a clipboard from the counter. He glanced over the first page before flipping to the second and read the last one with a nod. He put the clipboard on to his lap and wheeled over to Santana.
“I got your results back.” Artie announced. “Your blood pressure was a bit high, due to the stress of your former life, but having checked it today you are doing fine. You are free of any STDs and you are quite fertile for your age.”
Artie gave another nod. “The Mistress will be pleased with that.”
“What?” Santana asked.
“Oh, don't worry about that.” Artie brushed off. “Since your test seem good and you're doing well with the change of diet and lifestyle you're free to go. I have no other test to run, but I do expect to see you back here after two weeks to check your weight again.”
Santana got off the table and bid Artie and Jake good bye as she made her way out of the basement and into the foyer.
***
Santana was near the end of her chores, having cleaned the first and the majority of the second floor, until Kurt came. He had greeted her in the hallway, but had not said anything else as he handed a folded piece of paper into her hands. It had been from Quinn, instructing Santana to return to her room at eight o'clock where she would have her clothing for tonight set on the bed for her.
Santana couldn't contain the excitement that came from reading it and had read it two more times before stuffing it into her apron pocket and continued her chores. When the clock struck eight, Santana had rushed through the hall and down the steps to the first floor. As expected, placed neatly on her bed had been a fur vest and two pieces of clothing Santana could not identify as clothes. The material of her shirt had been made of mesh with her skirt of the same black material and extremely short with no underwear in sight.
The top itself was not a shirt, but qualified more as a bra as it had only been long enough to cover her breast, but it was much too sheer to be of any use. Santana spotted another note next to the clothes in Quinn's writing.
Be Ready at 9
Quinn
Santana removed her apron, hanging it in her closet, followed by the rest of her uniform, neatly placing it inside to have it ready for tomorrow morning. She slipped on the bra with some difficulty, thinking if she pulled too rough it would tear. She had eventually got it on and easily slipped on the skirt.
Santana took a moment to look herself over in the mirror. With the clothes being of such a thin material Santana could see her breast and butt underneath. She stared a few minutes into her reflection, trying to get over the exposure of the clothes. She eventually went back to the bed and slipped on the vest and realized she was given no shoes.
With a sigh, Santana tugged at the vest, seeing it had no buttons or zippers to close it and would remain open to expose her stomach. A knock interrupted her silence, but before she could reply, it opened and Kurt came inside.
“I've come to style your hair.” Kurt announced.
Santana had no complaints. At least he wasn't Rachel. She wasn't ready to face her again, and to say she never wanted to would be impossible because Rachel lived here and worked closely with Quinn. Kurt brushed Santana's black strands a few times and tousled before deciding what he wanted to do for tonight's event.
He decided to keep it simple, tying Santana's hair into a high ponytail with two pieces of hair framing her face and curled them. He then curled the ends of Santana's ponytail and put a layer of hairspray to keep them in place.
Kurt avoided make up as it was what Quinn told him to do and looked Santana over two times before nodding. While he looked Santana over from head to toe it made her finally uncomfortable with what she wore, but reminded herself that it would later be something for Quinn to see herself only.
“The Mistress is waiting for you out front.” Kurt informed. “I'll escort you.”
A black limo was parked in front of the porch of the mansion when Santana exited the house. About half way down the steps the limo door opened and Quinn came out. Santana felt her heart ache as she laid eyes on Quinn.
She was in black leather pants, with red stilettos, and a long sleeve black mesh shirt. If Santana had stared hard enough she could see her breast and a lack of a bra. Unlike Santana, Quinn had on makeup, her eyes done in a smoky eye design and her hair tied up with a small poof in the front and a braided in the back. Santana had another wave of excitement come at her when she spotted the bulge behind Quinn's pants.
Quinn grinned when she got sight of Santana and held out her hand when she reached the bottom of the porch. Without a question, Santana accepted Quinn's hand and she pulled her closer so that her arm could rest around Santana's waist.
Quinn directed Santana to enter the limo first and when she was safely inside Quinn entered next. The door was closed then the car started. Quinn scooted closer to Santana, placing a hand on her thigh. She could feel Quinn's eyes on her.
“You look beautiful.” Quinn whispered, squeezing Santana's thigh.
She gasped. Quinn placed a kiss on Santana's neck. Swallowing back a moan, Santana bit her bottom lip, unable to stop herself from gazing down at Quinn's pants. The bulge was still there and imagining the sight of Quinn's dick made Santana fill with bliss.
She had never wanted to sexually please anyone as much as she did to Quinn. Her staring didn't go unnoticed. Quinn chuckled and reached across the limo to the small build in bar. On the counter she picked up a silver collar.
She opened it before carefully placing it around Santana's neck and clicked it shut. The contrast of ice cold metal against her heated flesh caused Santana to shiver. Quinn leaned forward, stroking a hand down Santana's stomach and to her hips.
“Do you like it Santana?” Quinn asked.
“Like what?” Santana whimpered.
“Being mine?” Quinn responded.
Santana moaned. She watched Quinn's nose twitch as she picked up the strong scent of Santana's arousal. Santana sighed, leaning closer, desperate to feel Quinn's lips against her again. But the thought of Quinn's hard on came back to her attention as she felt Quinn shift and press it against her thigh. Santana's hand rubbed over the bulge.
“Let me take care of you Miss?” Santana requested.
The memory of the dick in her hands filled her thoughts, but what had been the most strong was the taste of Quinn's cock and how it came in her mouth. Santana moaned. It had been enough for Quinn to no longer hold back and Santana didn't see it coming when Quinn lunged forward, pinning Santana down and kissed her.
The kiss was fast and rough. Completely different from their past experiences, but it had turned Santana on even more, seeing such an aggressive side of Quinn. Santana had been powerless to her demands, but for a change it didn't scare her. She wanted it.
When Quinn roughly bit her lip, Santana gasped and felt her tongue enter her mouth. Quinn wedged herself between Santana's legs and pushed her skirt up. In need of air, Quinn ended the kiss. The sound of her zipper being pulled down filled the limo and Santana had little time to react.
Quinn placed her hands beside Santana's head before she thrust forward. The first two inches of her cock entering Santana. Santana moaned overcome with the blissful feeling of Quinn's penis jabbing inside her. Quinn reached down; pressing her chest against Santana's to contain herself.
“Feel good?” Quinn panted, kissing Santana's neck. “You're already so wet. You feel...”
The feeling of being inside Santana had been so much better than she expected. Quinn closed her eyes, nearly taken away from the sensation of hot and velvet soft walls clamping around her, sucking in her cock. Santana gripped at Quinn's back, unable to stop her hips from rocking upward.
“Fuc- Santana!” Quinn yelped.
She kissed Santana's neck before lifting herself up and hovering above Santana. She pushed downward, sliding the rest of her penis inside and Santana let out a sharp cry as she stretched around the dick inside her.
Quinn let out a heavy sigh, not wasting her time to start a rhythm with her hips. The tempo started out rough, causing Santana to moan and hold on tighter to Quinn, her nails digging in her back. The car started to rock.
Leaning back, Quinn took Santana's legs and hooked them around her hips then reached forward with another powerful thrust.
“Ah!” Santana yelled, hooking an arm around Quinn's neck.
Quinn increased the speed of her hips, causing Santana to jolt. Brushing away a drop of sweat from her chin, Quinn gave one last moan before she came. Making sure to have herself buried to the hilt as she came inside Santana.
Dazed, Santana stared up to the ceiling relishing the feeling of Quinn's warm sperm filling her. The thick substance sticking to the inner velvet walls of her womanhood.
Quinn lay on top of Santana, making sure to empty the last of her seed before carefully pulling out. Quinn kissed Santana shortly and chuckled. She moved Santana's legs together to keep her cum inside and pulled down Santana's skirt.
Quinn reached over to the mini bar and picked up her necklace that had been discarded. She quickly clicked it into place. Santana had watched the penis sticking out of Quinn's pants disappear with a pout.
“Miss.” Santana panted. “I...you just...more. Please. I want more.”
Quinn smirked, sitting back up and zipping her pants again. She pushed back any loose pieces of hair and sighed. Santana slowly sat back up, moaning as she felt the ache from between her legs fill her. The way Quinn had quickly pounded into her and how thick it was had left a dull ache inside her.
“Later.” Quinn answered. “I promise.”
Santana leaned against Quinn, putting her head on to Quinn's shoulder. Quinn put her arm around Santana's shoulder with a sigh. The two women sat in silence, with the comfortable ache still persistent inside Santana and fantasizing of having Quinn's cock inside her again.
***
Santana came across the familiar parking lot of the club Quinn had taken her for their first night out. She was less nervous when the limo stopped as she knew what to expect this time, but it left a different feeling inside her. Quinn smirked at her before opening the door and helped Santana out.
Not an ounce of fear came through her as they moved closer to the club. Sam was at the door again and waved seeing Quinn approach him.
“Hey, Quinn!” Sam smiled. “It's nice to see you again. You look great. Your room is ready for you just as you asked. Enjoy.”
He grinned and winked at Santana as they went passed him. Santana had no regrets entering the club, the images of naked or semi naked people no longer a bother, including their odd fashions and body piercings. She had a sense of trust with Quinn around, so long as Santana stayed with her.
The route they traveled was different. That brought a little tick of curiosity through Santana. They entered the door that Santana found out lead to the club's basement. It was a narrow one way passage with tall ceilings and titled floors, which was unusual of a basement. Quinn and Santana traveled down passed three doors and greeted by a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. She smiled and reached out, pulling Quinn into a hug.
“Quinn!” She shouted. “It's so good to see you! How have you been?”
“Hi Britt.” Quinn greeted, with less enthusiasm. “I didn't know you were here tonight. Is something wrong with my room?”
“Oh, no, it's fine.” Brittany answered. “Once I heard you would be occupying it I had it cleaned a second time. It's almost done.”
Brittany's attention came to Santana. And the stare of her sly shaped eyes made Santana completely uncomfortable. She took a step back behind Quinn. It did little to deter Brittany as she came closer and placed a hand on Santana's forearm, stroking her.
“Who is this?” Brittany asked. “She's beautiful! You didn't tell me you got a new playmate Quinnie.”
Quinn wrapped an arm around Santana's waist, bringing her closer. Brittany tucked a finger under Santana's chin, lifting it up to examine her then turn Santana's head to the side. Quinn glared.
“This is Santana.” Quinn icily introduced. “Santana this is Brittany. She's an old family friend.”
“Hello Miss.” Santana responded.
Brittany chuckled. “She sounds adorable. You're going to be having lots of fun tonight Quinn.”
The door behind Brittany opened and a averaged height man with slicked back black hair, leather Speedos, and a harness wrapped around his chest came out with a rag and disinfectant spray. Upon seeing Quinn, he stared off to the right of him.
“Hello Mistress Quinn.” He stumbled. “Your room is clean.”
“Thank you Blaine.” Quinn replied.
“Alright, I won't keep you waiting, but we definitely need to catch up Quinn. I haven't seen you in two months.” Brittany announced, waving at Santana as she left.
Quinn led Santana inside and closed the door, leaving Santana to explore the room. It was different from the last room she'd been in. This one had a bed with chicken wire fencing at the head of the bed, a cage to the left of the room, a small couch, a table with shackles attached to it, a bench, a table aligned with various dildos and other sex objects, and a wall of hooks that had whips, paddles, floggers, and canes attached.
Santana stopped at the table to see it had rope laid out and tape, as well as bottles of lube and a fish bowl full of condoms. She stared perplexed at everything surrounding her taken completely aback from her find that she forgot about Quinn and was not aware that she was making her way toward her until Quinn tied her arms around Santana.
Santana gulped. She's never been both excited and nervous to have sex before. Quinn kissed her shoulder. The grip around Santana didn't loosen until Quinn felt Santana physically relax.
“We won't be needing any of those condoms tonight.” Quinn noted. “I know for a fact you won't mind.”
The thick raspy tone of her voice behind her statement made Santana wet all over again. The memory of the sex in the limo flashed in front of Santana's face. She bit her lip; thinking of having Quinn's cock inside her again was blissful. Santana couldn't hold back her moan.
Quinn kissed Santana's neck and released her. Santana turned around, eager to follow Quinn's every move. Quinn took a hold of Santana's wrist.
“Do you know what this room is called?” Quinn asked. She watched Santana shake her head. “It's a dungeon. It's where people of this kink come to play.”
“Will we be using everything in this room?” Santana questioned.
“No.” Quinn answered. “I have yet to know your limits or your preference, so I will do what I think you can handle.”
Santana let out a shaky breath in anticipation. She's never been interested in this kind of sex and with no reason to as demons interested in such a kink would go elsewhere. The brothel was open to other types of sex. But the idea of being whipped or tied by Quinn's doing was far less intimidating for Santana.
“What are you going to do to me?” Santana asked.
Quinn grinned and pulled Santana into her. The smirk widening as they were now less than half an inch away from kissing.
“I'm going to blindfold you, tie your arms, and start you off with a spanking. Are you okay with that?” Quinn responded.
Santana gulped. Staring into Quinn's mischievous eyes, she slowly nodded.
“You have a right to deny anything I do.” Quinn stated. “It is both important and my responsibility to care for you. I don't want to hurt you. We're going to use a safe word and that safe word is red.” Quinn tenderly kissed Santana's cheek. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Santana quickly said.
“Do you trust me?” Quinn added.
“Yes.” Santana swiftly answered.
What little space they had between them was finally closed and Santana eagerly arched forward to meet Quinn's lips in a hungry kiss. The mere closeness of their bodies had been heaven and something Santana hadn't realized how much she craved before they got here. Quinn's hand stroked Santana's stomach before sliding under Santana's vest and pushed it off her shoulders.
It was dropped to the floor and Quinn pulled away, relishing the content and speechless face of Santana. Without a word, Quinn pulled Santana to the couch and didn't waste a second to pin Santana down. She sat on Santana's lap before pulling her in for another kiss.
The kisses traveled to her neck, kissing above Santana's breast before she moved down and ran the flat of her tongue over Santana's nipple. Santana moaned as she felt the stroke through the thin fabric of her top. Quinn sucked it before flicking her tongue over Santana's nipple a second time and wrapped her lips around the nipple.
Santana moaned as she felt Quinn's right hand cup her breast then pinch and pull the nipple between her fingers. Santana was a panting mess in five minutes, begging for Quinn to move her mouth downward, where the start of Santana's arousal began to coat her thighs.
Quinn removed her skirt and kissed Santana's collarbone before she ripped the mesh bra in half. Santana whimpered and watched Quinn effortlessly rip the straps and toss the pieces of her top to the floor.
With a grin, Quinn stood to her feet, removing her necklace and placing it on the table. She kept eye contact with Santana as she loosened the button to her pants and slowly pulled down the zipper. It was a slight disappointment for Santana to see that Quinn had been semi-erect, but the way Quinn stared at her had washed away all her doubts.
Quinn reached down, cupping Santana's cheek into her palm. She dipped down and kissed Santana.
“I like the way you look at me.” Quinn whispered. “Whether it's with my cock or not you always want me.”
Santana moaned, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. Quinn chuckled. She kissed Santana's forehead and went back to the table to pick up the blindfold and black tape.
“Stand up.” Quinn instructed.
Silently, Santana got to her feet, feeling another flush of excitement hit her.
“Hands behind your back.”
Without hesitation, Santana listened, waiting patiently for her next command. The sound of the tape parting from the roll filled her ears and Quinn took a hold of Santana's wrists before wrapping it around her arms. She had made sure to keep the grip firm, but not too tight to make Santana comfortable. Santana gulped.
“Are you okay?” Quinn asked. Santana nodded. “Speak to me. I need to know if you can handle this. I won't hold it against you if you change your mind and don't want this.”
“Yes Mistress, I'm fine.” Santana answered, a small quiver in her voice as she spoke.
Quinn linked her finger through the ring of Santana's collar and gently pulled her across the room to the bench.
“Do you know what this is?” Quinn questioned.
“No Miss.” Santana replied.
“It's a spanking bench.” Quinn informed.
Santana gulped. While she had been warned ahead of time what Quinn had in store, being in front of this device with Quinn's demanding presence beside her was thrilling. She looked away from the bench to see Quinn stare at her, carefully watching her facial expressions. She took a step closer to the bench, tugging Santana with her.
“Knees on the stoop and lean forward up here.” Quinn instructed.
Santana followed her orders and shivered as her breast touch the cold surface of the leather cushion of the bench. She exhaled, realizing that the position of the device left her to stretch outward; leaving her ass exposed and up in Quinn's direction.
A stroke from Quinn's index finger trickled down Santana's neck. She faced her and presented a black cloth.
“I'm going to blindfold you now.” Quinn stated. “I want you to know, once I've put it on you are to not move or speak unless instructed to. I will only stop if you use the safe word. Do you understand?”
Santana let out a heavy huff of breath. “Yes Mistress.”
“Remember,” Quinn added. “You have the right to deny what I want to do to you.”
“I want this.” Santana clarified.
Quinn grinned and positioned herself behind Santana to start putting the blindfold over her eyes. As it wrapped around her head and Quinn tied a firm knot, Santana let out another shaky breath. She had almost instantly become hyper aware of her surroundings through her sense of smell and hearing. Anxiously, she licked her lips.
“I'll start off easy, but as I progress I'll use different implements.” Quinn noted. “Tell me if you don't like any of them.”
Quinn caressed Santana's butt before drawing her hand back and landed a light slap on to Santana's right cheek. Quinn watched Santana's back flex and a gentle sigh emitted from her mouth. Quinn rubbed away the ache before making her way over to the instruments on the hooks.
Santana's fidgeted impatiently as she waited for the next hit, trying to sense Quinn's location with her hearing. Quinn made her return known with a touch on Santana's hip, which caused her to quiver. She reached down, kissing Santana's back.
“I'm going to use two different toys now.” Quinn said, rubbing a hand over Santana's rear a second time.
Quinn looked over the paddle and whip she had in her hand and placed the whip down. Shifting behind Santana, Quinn pulled her hand back and landed the first hit on to Santana's left cheek this time. A sharper pain ripped through her, but had quickly disappeared into a dull warmth of aches.
Quinn picked up the whip next, taking a firm grip on the handle. She tried to lighten the blow as she raised her arm and struck out, but the crisp smack of the whip had said otherwise. Santana let out a sharp yelp. Quinn noticed a strip of red covered Santana's ass. Her entire body went ridged.
“I-I don't like that one Miss.” Santana whimpered.
Quinn rubbed her hand over the welt and kissed it before returning the whip back to the hook. She replaced it with a flogger instead. Seeing the tension still present in Santana's posture, Quinn ran a hand down Santana's back and kissed the top of her head.
“I won't use it again.” Quinn promised.
It had taken a few minutes before Santana could understand Quinn and let her words sink in. Quinn had been patient enough for Santana to finally relax. She walked two paces back with the flogger in hand. The slap had been less pronounced and as the rows of flattened strips of leather from the flogger rained down on Santana's bottom she let out a moan of contentment.
“I'm going to skip the cane.” Quinn announced.
She had been given enough information what Santana preferred. The cane would be an option used for punishment. Quinn put both implements back on their hooks and carefully moved Santana up to stand on her feet again.
“How do you feel?” Quinn asked.
“Fine Miss.” Santana replied.
She gasped when Quinn's lips met hers, but was disappointed to feel that the kiss was no longer than two seconds and Quinn went back to leading Santana through the room. She sat at the foot of the bed.
“Kneel over my lap.” Quinn ordered.
Santana needed help to get on the bed, but was able to place herself over Quinn's lap, gulping as she felt the warm of Quinn's cock press against her stomach. Quinn grabbed Santana's ass and squeezed it, grinning as she heard Santana moan. The first smack was quick and light. When Quinn's palm dropped to Santana's right cheek it was harder; the pain dissipating to comforting aches.
The fourth hit, however, was much harder. A loud slap emitted from the blow and Quinn watched Santana's ass jiggle on impact. She let out a small cry. Quinn massaged the affected flesh and let down another hit, this one stronger than the previous.
Quinn's hand traveled down, slipping between Santana's folds and she moaned.
“Mmm, you're still wet.” Quinn whimpered. “Feels good, huh?”
“Y-Yes Mistress.” Santana cried, grinding her hips into Quinn's thighs for friction.
Quinn removed her finger and licked the tip with Santana's juices and smirked. Santana gulped, feeling Quinn's cock beginning to harden and poke into her stomach.
“Two more.” Quinn decided.
Quinn made sure to make the fifth slap harder, causing Santana to scream. She waited a few seconds in case Santana was pondering the use of the safe word. When she let out a blissful sigh after being able to rid her body of any tension, Quinn continued, making the sixth and final hit, much more painful.
Santana's entire ass was a bright red. Quinn watched her body flex and twitch, desperately fighting back an oncoming orgasm. Quinn chuckled.
“You handled that so well.” Quinn complimented. “I'll reward you. Lay down.”
Santana felt her way around for the bed, smoothly getting up and rolling on to her back. She winced when her butt met the cold sheet. The pain turned to a moan when she thought of Quinn's dick pounding into her a second time. Santana can feel the small throbs of pain inside her from the limo and let out another moan as she remembered the amount of cum that filled her.
Quinn removed her shirt before positioning herself over Santana's chest and directed her penis to rub between Santana's breasts. Quinn moaned, stilling her hips to control herself. She wanted more than anything to come inside Santana a second time, but she wanted this to last and for Santana to remember it.
She steadily thrust between Santana's breast, coating her chest in a fair amount of pre-cum. Quinn collected a long string of pre-cum and started to coat her cock with it. Santana gulped, shifting against the bed as she felt the strong desire to reach out and touch Quinn. The contact of her sitting on her chest with her penis rubbing against her breast wasn't enough. The hunger for deeper contact was making her antsy.
Quinn reached out and cupped Santana's breast, firmly squeezing before placing another hand on Santana's left one. She flicked her thumbs over the nipples before pinching them. Santana let out a moan, arching upward. She tugged them, grinning as Santana let out a yell and cupped her hand around her penis. Quinn tapped it between Santana's breast before gliding it over her right breast and rubbing a thread of pre-cum over Santana's nipple.
Quinn moaned. She smeared the clear fluid all over Santana's breast before stationing her penis between them again and pushed Santana's breast together, covering her cock. Quinn started a slow thrust, letting out another moan as she relished the feeling of Santana's skin against hers.
Quinn felt Santana quiver beneath her, sighing and moaning as she increased the pace of her hips. Quinn had nearly cum herself, between watching Santana's reaction to the sensation between them and the sight of her pre-cum glimmering on Santana's chest. Quinn slowed down her pace to stop herself from cumming too soon, just from looking at Santana in this position.
The way she moaned and withered below Quinn and the amount of trust she showed was a beautiful sight and overwhelming. Quinn released Santana's breast and got to her knees to hover over Santana's chest. She scooted in closer, positioning her cock two inches away from Santana's mouth.
The head of her dick poked at Santana's bottom lip and she whimpered, instantly opening her mouth and Quinn eased the first inch inside. Santana's tongue wildly flickered and twirled around the tip. Quinn grabbed on to the chicken wire headboard. She yelped as she felt Santana's lips fasten around her cock and begin to suck. She managed to control herself before gliding in another two inches.
Santana hungrily sucked in Quinn's dick, using all that she could with her tongue to entice another moan from Quinn. It had been less than two minutes before Quinn pulled out, in need of air and to ease the tension in her testicles. Santana grinned and laughed. She knew she was good at giving head. It had been something her clients always asked for.
The control Santana had over Quinn was pleasant. She would be the one to determine when Quinn could cum. Quinn traced the shape of Santana's lips with her penis several times and entered back into the warmth of her mouth. Santana had moved her tongue at a slower pace, making sure to avoid the top and underside of the tip.
Quinn let out a content sigh at the change of tempo. She started her hips again, moving at a much faster speed and moved down to the back of Santana's throat. Two thrust in Quinn pulled back, sliding her dick out and smearing the spit around her cock on Santana's mouth.
Santana whimpered. “Please?” She began to shake underneath Quinn. “Please Mistress?”
Quinn grinned. She entered Santana's mouth again, pushing the entire seven and a half inches of her cock into the back of Santana's throat. Santana moaned remembering the taste of Quinn's cum when it trickled along the back of her tongue.
Quinn pressed a hand to the base of Santana's neck and curled around the bulge that showed every time Quinn thrust in. She repeated the motion, carefully watching the way Santana's throat stretched to accommodate her cock. She pushed down harder, causing the bed to shake and creak.
With a sharp gasp, Quinn pulled out as she was about to cum and jerked herself two times before positioning herself over Santana's chest.
“Oh fuck!” Quinn groaned, closing her eyes as she came.
The first thick string of cum stretched between Santana's breast to her collar bones. Quinn had opened her eyes wide enough to see a second rope gush out in a thicker stream and land on Santana's breast. Quinn moved closer to make the third wave splatter on to Santana's chin and neck and the fourth one came out in a thin lazy string of drizzle. Quinn placed it over Santana's mouth and grinned as Santana moaned, holding her tongue out to collect the string.
Santana licked the tip and kissed it before Quinn moved back and chuckled.
“You should see yourself.” Quinn smirked. “You're covered in my cum. I've never cum this hard.”
Groaning, Santana closed her legs together to try and lessen the ache between her legs. Quinn placed her penis on Santana's chest and smeared the warmth of her seed along Santana's chest until it was gone. Quinn grabbed on to Santana's face.
“You're supposed to thank me for your reward.” She hissed. “Don't make me punish you.”
Santana felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought of her possible punishment. If it had been another spanking Santana would want nothing more than to have the feeling of Quinn's hand slapping against her skin, reddening her ass.
“T-Thank you Mistress.” Santana sighed.
Quinn kissed Santana's forehead and smiled.
“That's better.” Quinn nodded, pleased. “Do you need a break?”
Santana's entire body had been on a high of adrenaline. The last thing she wanted was to stop. All she could think about was getting off and wanting nothing other than to be filled with Quinn's cock again.
“No Miss, I...” Santana gulped. “I want to cum. Please Miss, can I -”
Quinn pressed her lips on to Santana's. She ended it when she felt Santana's tongue poke at her lips.
“Hmm, we'll deal with that later.” Quinn chuckled, getting off the bed and helping Santana to sit up “I have one more thing in store for you.”
Santana felt the bed move then creak as Quinn's weight left the bed. Patiently and obediently, Santana sat and waited for Quinn's return. The burn between her legs was a painful throb. Santana picked up Quinn's presence again and the bed creaked as Quinn got on.
“Turn around.” Quinn instructed. “Get on your stomach.”
Santana struggled to get on her knees, but managed to eventually lay flat. Quinn ran her hand along the curve of Santana's back, slowly gliding down her ass and to the back of her thighs. She pried Santana's legs apart and brought her hand back up. Quinn grabbed Santana's ass and rested both her hands at Santana's hips.
“On your knees.”
Santana had an easier time following with Quinn's help. The change of position did little to ease Santana's anxious heart and the throb between her legs continued. Quinn had settled behind Santana, but didn't bother to touch her this time. Her attention was completely drawn to the trail of arousal dripping down Santana's thigh.
“You're enjoying this?” Quinn asked.
Santana gulped. Quinn laid a sharp smack on to Santana's bare ass. She yelled at the sudden attack.
“Answer me when I ask you a question!” Quinn growled, raining down a second hit.
“Ah!” Santana cried. “I'm sorry Miss! Y-Yes, I enjoy what you're doing to me!”
Quinn smiled, trailing a finger down Santana's thigh.
“You smell just as good as you look.” Quinn noted.
Her finger curled inside Santana's thigh and Quinn grabbed both of Santana's ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Santana whimpered. Silently, Quinn dipped in and licked the outer lips of Santana's center. She moaned, about to cum on contact, with Quinn's warm and skillful tongue. She licked the inside of Santana's lips before brushing her tongue inside for a second and pulled out. Santana whined.
“Mmm,” Quinn hummed. “I could eat you all day. Would you like that? For me to make you cum with my tongue all night?”
“Yes Mistress!” Santana cried. “I would love it. I want it!”
Quinn kissed Santana's ass. “We can do that another time. I want to try something different tonight.”
Quinn returned to the hooks of whipping implements and picked up the paddle. She silently made her way back to the bed and instantly struck Santana's butt. The smack of the wooden paddle to bare flesh crisp. Santana moaned.
Quinn released five quick and harder smacks between both cheeks, carefully watching for a change in Santana's stance to stop. She reached a total of eight hits before Santana's ass was a brilliant red. Quinn dropped the paddle and began to rub at the tender flesh.
“You did so much better.” Quinn praised.
“Thank you Miss.” Santana panted.
Quinn moved to the edge of the bed and brushed the tip of her nose along the curve of Santana's butt, kissing it several times and experimentally brushed her tongue over the puckered hole of Santana's ass. She flinched and moaned.
“Miss!!” Santana shrieked. “Oh Miss, I...”
Quinn chuckled and ran her tongue over the small opening again. She played between licking the hole and sticking the tip of her tongue inside everytime it loosened. Santana was a quivering mess of moans.
With her left hand, Quinn rubbed the tip of her finger over the hole and rubbed it vigorously. Santana let out a series of cries as Quinn quickened the speed of her finger.
“You're so receptive.” Quinn panted. “It's perfect.” Quinn licked Santana's asshole a second time. “Open up for me?” Quinn kissed the back of Santana's thigh.
Santana gulped. She has had anal sex many times. But the times she has had anal sex with any of her clients they were careless and it was painful. The sizes of the demons had made Santana loose and she had been embarrassed at such a thing, but the way Quinn caressed her and requested she allow her to engage in anal sex made Santana so much wetter. It was much different and it was going to be far more enjoyable.
Quinn kissed Santana's left cheek and brushed her nose against it.
“Come on.” Quinn whispered. “Let me see. I don't want to hurt you. Relax for me?”
Santana took a deep breath, holding it for a second before letting it go and felt her shoulders drop down. Taking several deep breaths, Santana began to feel the muscles in her rectum loosen. Quinn watched, rubbing Santana's ass as she continued to relax. When she had been at a completely calm level Quinn watched the puckered hole open to two and a half inches in width.
“Good girl.” Quinn praised, stroking Santana's back.
Quinn picked up the lube she laid on the bed and dropped a dollop into her hand. She slathered it along her penis then slowly slipped the tip into the ring of Santana's asshole. She moaned feeling herself stretch wider to fit her cock. Quinn let out a content moan and rested a hand on to Santana's hip for balance.
She didn't move until she felt the clenching of Santana's ass cease and Quinn pushed in another inch. Santana let out a sharp moan. The sound of Quinn's moans above her, keeping Santana at a constant calm enough level for Quinn to keep sinking in deeper. Unexpectedly, there was a slight change of thickness in Quinn's dick that caused Santana to flinch.
Sensing her struggle, Quinn rubbed a hand over Santana's ass and along the length of her lower back. It had taken a lot of self-control for Quinn to ease into Santana as the feeling of the heat and silky smooth sensation of her ass was divine. It was looser, but still had a firm grip around her cock. The lack of a snug fit made it easier for Quinn to slip in and will make it easier to move inside, once she got to the hilt.
Santana groaned when she felt herself starting to stretch. Quinn grinned, stroking Santana's back again to ease her.
“Such a good girl.” Quinn purred. “I'm already half-way inside. Just relax. I want to go all the way in.”
Santana whimpered, feeling Quinn move farther in. Anxiously, Santana shifted from one leg to the other. Quinn moved in closer to rest her thighs against the back of Santana's legs.
“M-Miss...” Santana cried.
Quinn can feel Santana starting to clench shut. “Do you want me to stop?”
“N-No! Please Miss I...” Santana let out a moan and hungrily licked her lips. “Please make me cum?”
Quinn chuckled, slowly pushing her hips forward and back. Santana let out another cry. Curiously, Quinn moved her hand between the soaking folds of Santana's center and brushed the tip of her first two fingers inside. Santana nearly came at the quick contact out of pure joy. Quinn examined her glistening fingers and grinned.
“Fuck,” She sighed. “You're so wet. You're enjoying this so much more than I thought you would.”
Quinn sucked both her fingers and placed her hand back on to Santana's hips when the flavor of her center was gone. She nearly came herself at the sight of Santana below her and her ass spread with her dick inside, splitting her ass open. Quinn had managed to get inside deep enough, leaving one inch remaining.
Without a warning, Quinn thrust forward, causing Santana to scream and the walls of her rectum to clamp down. Quinn groaned as her dick was sucked in and locked around the softness of Santana's ass. The pace started slow, working its way to a faster pace the more Santana loosened up again.
The bed started to shake once Quinn picked up a faster speed and the room was filled with Santana's screams of bliss. Quinn worked up a pace from fast to slow when she found herself about to cum. Santana was a whimpering mess by the time Quinn went back into a slow speed for the fourth time.
“Please Mistress!!” Santana cried. “Please let me cum! I-I...please?!”
Pulling out completely, Quinn smiled hearing Santana whine at the loss of connection between them and re-positioned Santana on to her back. The sudden change brought a sharp pain to Santana's oversensitive and aching ass. She cringed as the pressure of her against the mattress made her uncomfortable.
Quinn paused, stroking Santana's thighs affectionately, waiting for her to adjust. The way her legs and lip tremor gave her the clue to continue. Quinn placed a delicate kiss to Santana's thigh.
Motionlessly, Santana waited to be entered again, at this point any penetration from either opening would be enough. Quinn took the bottle of lube again and coated her dick with it a second time before lifting Santana's legs up, spreading them, and wedging between her legs.
Santana gasped when Quinn's cock entered her ass again, easily slipping in down to the base. Quinn placed her arms beside Santana's head and kissed her forehead. The kisses traveled to her cheeks, picking up the drops of tears that fell from behind the blindfold. Santana took in a shaky breath and let out a hiccup of an exhale when Quinn's mouth reached her chin.
“Oh Santana,” Quinn moaned. “You look so precious. I wouldn't have you any other way right now. You should see yourself right now. Begging for me and wanting my cock and covered in tears. You've been so patient. You deserve a much better treat.”
Quinn kissed Santana, feeling her lips tremble as they connected and picked up the rhythm of her hips again. Santana moaned as she felt Quinn's right hand squeeze between them and rub her clit. With four tight circular strokes, Santana came, moaning and whimpering into Quinn's mouth. Quinn pulled back, feeling Santana's body quake beneath her.
“T-Thank you!” Santana sobbed. “Oh, thank you Miss!”
Quinn kissed Santana's neck, moving to her collar bone, and her breast, where she sucked a hardened nipple into her mouth. She stilled her thumb when she heard Santana let out another cry, indicating her second orgasm.
“M-Miss?” Santana asked.
Quinn moved her way back up, tugging at Santana's bottom lip before kissing her mouth.
“We're going to cum together this time.” Quinn announced.
Santana nodded, unable to find the words to respond to Quinn. She would try to hold out until Quinn was close. Quinn's hips picked up, but had little transition from the slow grinding of her hips to a much faster and rough pace.
Quinn stopped rubbing Santana's clit when she was close to her second orgasm and picked up the speed of her hips. She would switch between stopping and going, while trying to keep up with the tension of an on-coming orgasm that Santana so easily experienced.
“Oh! Yes! Fuck Santana! I’m cumming,” Quinn warned. “C-Cum...cumming. I'm gonna cum!”
She vigorously rubbed at Santana's clit and the room was flooded with their moans.
“Mistress!” Santana yelled.
Santana nearly passed out when she came and felt the warmth of Quinn's seed fill up her ass. She felt the pulse of Quinn's cock inside her as she let out four squirts of cum inside her. The pulsating appendage slowed down to that of twitch and ceased all together.
Santana lay down, dazed, catching her breath, and Quinn remained on top of her waiting to gain the strength to move again. They remained close together out of breath and panting for three minutes before Quinn sat up.
The change of position caused her penis to pull out half way. Quinn reached down kissing the top of Santana's knees. Quinn pressed a finger to Santana's clit and she moaned.
“Miss?” Santana asked.
“I know you have a few more in you.” Quinn answered.
With no room for protest, Quinn began to rub at Santana's clit again. The friction against her sensitive bud was a delicious sensation that would bring her to a third orgasm in no time. She managed to cum four times.
Quinn sat Santana up and retrieved scissors from the table of instruments and carefully cut Santana's arms free from the tape. She then removed the blindfold and Santana reached out to pull Quinn into a hug.
“Let's go home.” Quinn suggested.
***
Santana and Quinn left the club in a comfortable silence. Santana didn't even care at the amount of eyes the stared at her as she left the club topless and her hair a tussled mess. She has never felt this calm, or this happy. With Quinn around, Santana had no reason to care about the people that eyed her hungrily or glared at her. Quinn would be willing to protect her.
As they reached the exit, Quinn put an arm around Santana's waist and walked through the door the security guard opened for them. Santana's ass cheeks ached, but so did the rest of her. She can still feel the thickness of Quinn's cum inside her slowly oozing out as she walked.
“Heading home early Quinn?” Sam asked.
“I'll come back.” Quinn confirmed. “Good night Sam.”
“I don't doubt that.” Sam grinned, he glanced at Santana. “I bet she rocked your world and then some, huh?”
Quinn pulled Santana closer and walked away. The limo driver parked beside the club, opened the door and Quinn led Santana inside. They sat in silence when the car moved, with Santana still caught in a daze.
“Santana?” Quinn softly called.
The sound of her name said so tender it broke Santana of her hazy spell. Quinn stared at her with a flicker of concern behind her eyes. She took a hold of Santana's hands and squeezed them.
“You have to understand,” Quinn started. “What goes in that club stays in the club. At home you are personal assistant, but at the club I'm your mistress that dominates you, so long as you are willing. Are we clear?”
Santana gulped. “Yes Miss.”
Quinn inched forward, sealing their words of agreement with a loving kiss. Santana has never felt her heart race this fast.
Yawning, Santana rubbed her eyes and rustled a hand through her wild hair. She stretched out, feeling the lack of heat on the other side of the bed. Opening her droopy eyes, Santana took in the empty space that was supposed to have the soft body of Quinn beside her.
Santana sat up and rubbed her eyes just as she let out another yawn. The bedroom door opened and Quinn entered, fully clothed. Seeing that Santana was finally awake, Quinn sat on to the bed and lightly kissed Santana.
“Hey.” Quinn grinned.
Santana reached a hand out to grip Quinn's wrist. The sense of regret and disappointment quickly washed away. She wore a proud smile.
“Hi.” Santana whispered. “Are you going somewhere?”
“I need to see Rachel.” Quinn reminded.
Santana couldn't stop herself from frowning at the mention of her name. She had a justifiable reason to dislike Rachel. She had been rude to Santana and acted like a spoiled brat that showed no respect to others. The anger started to fill Santana again the longer she thought about Rachel and the fight in the kitchen.
“I can't keep her in the basement any longer.” Quinn insisted. “I'll talk to her before I send her back to her chores.”
Quinn rose to her feet, stationing herself in front of her vanity set and checked her make up and hair for the second time. She ran a hand through her hair before opening the draw and pulling out a brush. Santana got up and started to collect parts of her pajamas, finding the shirt first underneath the bed.
“You need to see Artie again, but shower before you go down to his office.” Quinn instructed. “Once that's over you can resume your chores.”
Santana managed to locate her underwear across from the bed and slipped it on. When she was fully dressed she tried to fix her hair with her hands, but found it pointless as it only made it worse.
“Are you okay?” Santana asked.
Quinn looked over her shoulder and placed the brush down.
“I just...everything is fine right?” Santana questioned. “We're okay? I feel as if I -”
Quinn strided over to Santana and encased her waist into her arms. They came together in a soft kiss. Lifting one hand, Quinn put a hand through Santana's hair and swiped her hair to the left to expose her neck.
“Yes.” Quinn whispered. “Everything is perfect. What happened between us was exactly what I wanted.”
Letting out a sigh of relief, Santana smiled. She had never felt such a strong sense of joy and accomplishment with just two simple sentences. The only thing Santana could think about now was being able to do it again, maybe this time sex without any oral. Quinn yanked Santana into a kiss, but had a difficult time pulling away.
The way Santana's soft lips felt against her own was addictive. It brought a spike of desire through her all over again. Before it could spread and Quinn would be left with another boner, she broke away, out of breath. Santana chuckled and kissed Quinn's chin before pressing the side of her face against Quinn's.
Quinn wrapped Santana into a firm hug. The small action making Santana's heart race she was sure she would have a heart attack at any given moment. Quinn released her and smoothed a hand through Santana's hair as she examined her.
“I have to go.” Quinn reminded. “I'll see you tonight.”
Santana smiled one last time, unable to hide her excitement and got dressed. She gave no complains and left in silence. Quinn had gone her separate way after.
***
Rachel leaned back against the concrete wall of the basement with a groan. She should be grateful to be down here and not receive any punishment. The torture alone was remaining in the basement bored and sulking in silence. She glanced at the whips, tables, and chains that filled the basement.
Rachel knew she could have easily been strung up with those chains and lashed until her back bled and she was covered in scars. It would be what she deserved. She was lucky. Quinn hated harsh punishments, while her father used them often for everything. That wasn't to say Quinn never whipped a slave.
Rachel has seen her do it five times. It was rare as Quinn had been reasonable with the slaves, but there were some who felt it was right to misuse her trust and kind nature. An example being Rachel herself, but she was the only one to avoid such a painful punishment despite causing Quinn to blow up and lose her temper.
Rachel glanced at her empty tray beside her. At least Quinn instructed Rachel get fed breakfast and dinner. The food was decent, aside from having to eat and sleep on the floor. Getting up off her feet, Rachel began to pace around as she felt her leg begin to go numb from sitting cross-legged.
The restlessness returned, increasing in volume as she paced around the basement for the tenth time. When she got to the hooks adorned with whips, the door opened and Rachel quickly spun around. Quinn stood in the doorway with a stern face in place.
She looked Rachel over before walking into the center of the room and the door closed again. Rachel refused to move and couldn't find it in herself to look Quinn in the eye. She wasn't as angry as yesterday, but the disappointment was still there and that was something Rachel couldn't deal with.
“Did you sleep well?” Quinn asked, trying to lighten the mood.
“Yes Miss.” Rachel answered.
Several seconds of silence and avoided eye-contact, Quinn made her way over to a table and pulled out a chair. Rachel felt an ache of despair rip through her stomach, causing it to drop to her feet.
“Sit down Rachel.” Quinn demanded.
She made her way over, waiting for Quinn to sit first before she was seated. Quinn nervously tapped a finger onto the table, trying to find a way to gather her thoughts. She knew this conversation had to happen and it was supposed to long before Santana moved into the mansion. But Quinn had not found a way to go about it and she still had no clue how to approach such a topic that was pertained to Santana.
This was odd. It was always so easy to tell Rachel everything. Quinn trusted Rachel and that had not changed, but when it came to Santana Quinn didn't know how to word her thoughts. She had no idea how to explain her feelings either and she wanted to disclose very little about her budding relationship with Santana.
The relationship between them clearly had changed and that was something Rachel wasn't willing to accept yet, while Quinn was ready to move on and start something new and wonderful with Santana. But it wouldn't be possible with Rachel behaving the way she did at brunch. Ties had to be cut and that was a painful process Quinn didn't want to face.
“We have to talk.” Quinn started.
Rachel scoffed. It was a given. An unnecessary statement, but it was the only way Quinn knew where to start. She had the courage to verbally state it and acknowledge its existence. That wasn't comforting for Rachel.
“What happened yesterday...” Quinn trailed. “It...you had no reason to attack her. We've spoke about buying a new slave before I even met her.”
“I know and I apologize.” Rachel agreed. “I got jealous.”
“You understood why I needed a new slave.” Quinn reminded. “It was a mutual agreement between us to reassign your position.”
Rachel nodded as acknowledgment to Quinn's reminder. It was too painful to speak, let alone hear Quinn say all the things Rachel never thought to hear since the day they met. It was a reality Rachel knew would happen once Quinn came to her with the idea of a new slave.
“I've waited long enough.” Quinn added.
“Of course Mistress.” Rachel replied. “You need an heir. It's important for your family line.”
Quinn reached out to take Rachel's hand into a comforting hold. Rachel stiffened. She let out an exhale before swallowing back her tears. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe how everything changed in just two weeks. Rachel felt as if she had lost everything.
“At this point you need to understand,” Quinn whispered. “Whatever you thought we had romantically has ended. You'll be replaced, but that doesn't mean I don't need you, because you are an important person to me. I trust you the most out of all of the slaves.”
Rachel scoffed, in total disbelief. The sixteen years of history washed away. The closeness she had with Quinn forgotten. The pang of jealously came back as she thought about Santana and how easy it was for her to make Quinn completely smitten with her.
But Quinn had been respectful, as she always has. Had it not been for Quinn, Rachel would be dead long ago at the age of 13 once she lost both her parents to a raid when she was 10. How she managed to live so long on her own in this harsh world for three years was an amazing feat, but Quinn took her in and cared for her.
“I understand.” Rachel responded.
“I'm not going to leave you.” Quinn assured, standing up and placing a hand on to Rachel's shoulder. “I need you Rachel.”
“But you no longer want me.” Rachel added. “It's okay Mistress. I won't leave. I made a promise to stay by your side.”
Rachel stood, making her way to Quinn pulled her into a hug. Rachel felt Quinn press her face into the crook of her neck and while Rachel could no longer hold her tears. They remained in the hug for a few moments until Quinn was the first to release Rachel.
“You are the most highly qualified slave to tend to Santana's needs when she is with child.” Quinn muttered.
“Then I will do what I can to fix the bad blood between us as you've requested.” Rachel replied, giving Quinn one last hug.
Quinn smiled. “Thank you.”
Rachel smiled back and watched Quinn head toward the door and exit. Rachel let out a heavy sigh.
***
“You are recovering quite nicely Santana.” Artie noted, examining Santana. “I'm sure in no time you'll be at a proper weight and much more physically fit.”
Artie wheeled himself away from the examination table and picked up a clipboard from the counter. He glanced over the first page before flipping to the second and read the last one with a nod. He put the clipboard on to his lap and wheeled over to Santana.
“I got your results back.” Artie announced. “Your blood pressure was a bit high, due to the stress of your former life, but having checked it today you are doing fine. You are free of any STDs and you are quite fertile for your age.”
Artie gave another nod. “The Mistress will be pleased with that.”
“What?” Santana asked.
“Oh, don't worry about that.” Artie brushed off. “Since your test seem good and you're doing well with the change of diet and lifestyle you're free to go. I have no other test to run, but I do expect to see you back here after two weeks to check your weight again.”
Santana got off the table and bid Artie and Jake good bye as she made her way out of the basement and into the foyer.
***
Santana was near the end of her chores, having cleaned the first and the majority of the second floor, until Kurt came. He had greeted her in the hallway, but had not said anything else as he handed a folded piece of paper into her hands. It had been from Quinn, instructing Santana to return to her room at eight o'clock where she would have her clothing for tonight set on the bed for her.
Santana couldn't contain the excitement that came from reading it and had read it two more times before stuffing it into her apron pocket and continued her chores. When the clock struck eight, Santana had rushed through the hall and down the steps to the first floor. As expected, placed neatly on her bed had been a fur vest and two pieces of clothing Santana could not identify as clothes. The material of her shirt had been made of mesh with her skirt of the same black material and extremely short with no underwear in sight.
The top itself was not a shirt, but qualified more as a bra as it had only been long enough to cover her breast, but it was much too sheer to be of any use. Santana spotted another note next to the clothes in Quinn's writing.
Be Ready at 9
Quinn
Santana removed her apron, hanging it in her closet, followed by the rest of her uniform, neatly placing it inside to have it ready for tomorrow morning. She slipped on the bra with some difficulty, thinking if she pulled too rough it would tear. She had eventually got it on and easily slipped on the skirt.
Santana took a moment to look herself over in the mirror. With the clothes being of such a thin material Santana could see her breast and butt underneath. She stared a few minutes into her reflection, trying to get over the exposure of the clothes. She eventually went back to the bed and slipped on the vest and realized she was given no shoes.
With a sigh, Santana tugged at the vest, seeing it had no buttons or zippers to close it and would remain open to expose her stomach. A knock interrupted her silence, but before she could reply, it opened and Kurt came inside.
“I've come to style your hair.” Kurt announced.
Santana had no complaints. At least he wasn't Rachel. She wasn't ready to face her again, and to say she never wanted to would be impossible because Rachel lived here and worked closely with Quinn. Kurt brushed Santana's black strands a few times and tousled before deciding what he wanted to do for tonight's event.
He decided to keep it simple, tying Santana's hair into a high ponytail with two pieces of hair framing her face and curled them. He then curled the ends of Santana's ponytail and put a layer of hairspray to keep them in place.
Kurt avoided make up as it was what Quinn told him to do and looked Santana over two times before nodding. While he looked Santana over from head to toe it made her finally uncomfortable with what she wore, but reminded herself that it would later be something for Quinn to see herself only.
“The Mistress is waiting for you out front.” Kurt informed. “I'll escort you.”
A black limo was parked in front of the porch of the mansion when Santana exited the house. About half way down the steps the limo door opened and Quinn came out. Santana felt her heart ache as she laid eyes on Quinn.
She was in black leather pants, with red stilettos, and a long sleeve black mesh shirt. If Santana had stared hard enough she could see her breast and a lack of a bra. Unlike Santana, Quinn had on makeup, her eyes done in a smoky eye design and her hair tied up with a small poof in the front and a braided in the back. Santana had another wave of excitement come at her when she spotted the bulge behind Quinn's pants.
Quinn grinned when she got sight of Santana and held out her hand when she reached the bottom of the porch. Without a question, Santana accepted Quinn's hand and she pulled her closer so that her arm could rest around Santana's waist.
Quinn directed Santana to enter the limo first and when she was safely inside Quinn entered next. The door was closed then the car started. Quinn scooted closer to Santana, placing a hand on her thigh. She could feel Quinn's eyes on her.
“You look beautiful.” Quinn whispered, squeezing Santana's thigh.
She gasped. Quinn placed a kiss on Santana's neck. Swallowing back a moan, Santana bit her bottom lip, unable to stop herself from gazing down at Quinn's pants. The bulge was still there and imagining the sight of Quinn's dick made Santana fill with bliss.
She had never wanted to sexually please anyone as much as she did to Quinn. Her staring didn't go unnoticed. Quinn chuckled and reached across the limo to the small build in bar. On the counter she picked up a silver collar.
She opened it before carefully placing it around Santana's neck and clicked it shut. The contrast of ice cold metal against her heated flesh caused Santana to shiver. Quinn leaned forward, stroking a hand down Santana's stomach and to her hips.
“Do you like it Santana?” Quinn asked.
“Like what?” Santana whimpered.
“Being mine?” Quinn responded.
Santana moaned. She watched Quinn's nose twitch as she picked up the strong scent of Santana's arousal. Santana sighed, leaning closer, desperate to feel Quinn's lips against her again. But the thought of Quinn's hard on came back to her attention as she felt Quinn shift and press it against her thigh. Santana's hand rubbed over the bulge.
“Let me take care of you Miss?” Santana requested.
The memory of the dick in her hands filled her thoughts, but what had been the most strong was the taste of Quinn's cock and how it came in her mouth. Santana moaned. It had been enough for Quinn to no longer hold back and Santana didn't see it coming when Quinn lunged forward, pinning Santana down and kissed her.
The kiss was fast and rough. Completely different from their past experiences, but it had turned Santana on even more, seeing such an aggressive side of Quinn. Santana had been powerless to her demands, but for a change it didn't scare her. She wanted it.
When Quinn roughly bit her lip, Santana gasped and felt her tongue enter her mouth. Quinn wedged herself between Santana's legs and pushed her skirt up. In need of air, Quinn ended the kiss. The sound of her zipper being pulled down filled the limo and Santana had little time to react.
Quinn placed her hands beside Santana's head before she thrust forward. The first two inches of her cock entering Santana. Santana moaned overcome with the blissful feeling of Quinn's penis jabbing inside her. Quinn reached down; pressing her chest against Santana's to contain herself.
“Feel good?” Quinn panted, kissing Santana's neck. “You're already so wet. You feel...”
The feeling of being inside Santana had been so much better than she expected. Quinn closed her eyes, nearly taken away from the sensation of hot and velvet soft walls clamping around her, sucking in her cock. Santana gripped at Quinn's back, unable to stop her hips from rocking upward.
“Fuc- Santana!” Quinn yelped.
She kissed Santana's neck before lifting herself up and hovering above Santana. She pushed downward, sliding the rest of her penis inside and Santana let out a sharp cry as she stretched around the dick inside her.
Quinn let out a heavy sigh, not wasting her time to start a rhythm with her hips. The tempo started out rough, causing Santana to moan and hold on tighter to Quinn, her nails digging in her back. The car started to rock.
Leaning back, Quinn took Santana's legs and hooked them around her hips then reached forward with another powerful thrust.
“Ah!” Santana yelled, hooking an arm around Quinn's neck.
Quinn increased the speed of her hips, causing Santana to jolt. Brushing away a drop of sweat from her chin, Quinn gave one last moan before she came. Making sure to have herself buried to the hilt as she came inside Santana.
Dazed, Santana stared up to the ceiling relishing the feeling of Quinn's warm sperm filling her. The thick substance sticking to the inner velvet walls of her womanhood.
Quinn lay on top of Santana, making sure to empty the last of her seed before carefully pulling out. Quinn kissed Santana shortly and chuckled. She moved Santana's legs together to keep her cum inside and pulled down Santana's skirt.
Quinn reached over to the mini bar and picked up her necklace that had been discarded. She quickly clicked it into place. Santana had watched the penis sticking out of Quinn's pants disappear with a pout.
“Miss.” Santana panted. “I...you just...more. Please. I want more.”
Quinn smirked, sitting back up and zipping her pants again. She pushed back any loose pieces of hair and sighed. Santana slowly sat back up, moaning as she felt the ache from between her legs fill her. The way Quinn had quickly pounded into her and how thick it was had left a dull ache inside her.
“Later.” Quinn answered. “I promise.”
Santana leaned against Quinn, putting her head on to Quinn's shoulder. Quinn put her arm around Santana's shoulder with a sigh. The two women sat in silence, with the comfortable ache still persistent inside Santana and fantasizing of having Quinn's cock inside her again.
***
Santana came across the familiar parking lot of the club Quinn had taken her for their first night out. She was less nervous when the limo stopped as she knew what to expect this time, but it left a different feeling inside her. Quinn smirked at her before opening the door and helped Santana out.
Not an ounce of fear came through her as they moved closer to the club. Sam was at the door again and waved seeing Quinn approach him.
“Hey, Quinn!” Sam smiled. “It's nice to see you again. You look great. Your room is ready for you just as you asked. Enjoy.”
He grinned and winked at Santana as they went passed him. Santana had no regrets entering the club, the images of naked or semi naked people no longer a bother, including their odd fashions and body piercings. She had a sense of trust with Quinn around, so long as Santana stayed with her.
The route they traveled was different. That brought a little tick of curiosity through Santana. They entered the door that Santana found out lead to the club's basement. It was a narrow one way passage with tall ceilings and titled floors, which was unusual of a basement. Quinn and Santana traveled down passed three doors and greeted by a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. She smiled and reached out, pulling Quinn into a hug.
“Quinn!” She shouted. “It's so good to see you! How have you been?”
“Hi Britt.” Quinn greeted, with less enthusiasm. “I didn't know you were here tonight. Is something wrong with my room?”
“Oh, no, it's fine.” Brittany answered. “Once I heard you would be occupying it I had it cleaned a second time. It's almost done.”
Brittany's attention came to Santana. And the stare of her sly shaped eyes made Santana completely uncomfortable. She took a step back behind Quinn. It did little to deter Brittany as she came closer and placed a hand on Santana's forearm, stroking her.
“Who is this?” Brittany asked. “She's beautiful! You didn't tell me you got a new playmate Quinnie.”
Quinn wrapped an arm around Santana's waist, bringing her closer. Brittany tucked a finger under Santana's chin, lifting it up to examine her then turn Santana's head to the side. Quinn glared.
“This is Santana.” Quinn icily introduced. “Santana this is Brittany. She's an old family friend.”
“Hello Miss.” Santana responded.
Brittany chuckled. “She sounds adorable. You're going to be having lots of fun tonight Quinn.”
The door behind Brittany opened and a averaged height man with slicked back black hair, leather Speedos, and a harness wrapped around his chest came out with a rag and disinfectant spray. Upon seeing Quinn, he stared off to the right of him.
“Hello Mistress Quinn.” He stumbled. “Your room is clean.”
“Thank you Blaine.” Quinn replied.
“Alright, I won't keep you waiting, but we definitely need to catch up Quinn. I haven't seen you in two months.” Brittany announced, waving at Santana as she left.
Quinn led Santana inside and closed the door, leaving Santana to explore the room. It was different from the last room she'd been in. This one had a bed with chicken wire fencing at the head of the bed, a cage to the left of the room, a small couch, a table with shackles attached to it, a bench, a table aligned with various dildos and other sex objects, and a wall of hooks that had whips, paddles, floggers, and canes attached.
Santana stopped at the table to see it had rope laid out and tape, as well as bottles of lube and a fish bowl full of condoms. She stared perplexed at everything surrounding her taken completely aback from her find that she forgot about Quinn and was not aware that she was making her way toward her until Quinn tied her arms around Santana.
Santana gulped. She's never been both excited and nervous to have sex before. Quinn kissed her shoulder. The grip around Santana didn't loosen until Quinn felt Santana physically relax.
“We won't be needing any of those condoms tonight.” Quinn noted. “I know for a fact you won't mind.”
The thick raspy tone of her voice behind her statement made Santana wet all over again. The memory of the sex in the limo flashed in front of Santana's face. She bit her lip; thinking of having Quinn's cock inside her again was blissful. Santana couldn't hold back her moan.
Quinn kissed Santana's neck and released her. Santana turned around, eager to follow Quinn's every move. Quinn took a hold of Santana's wrist.
“Do you know what this room is called?” Quinn asked. She watched Santana shake her head. “It's a dungeon. It's where people of this kink come to play.”
“Will we be using everything in this room?” Santana questioned.
“No.” Quinn answered. “I have yet to know your limits or your preference, so I will do what I think you can handle.”
Santana let out a shaky breath in anticipation. She's never been interested in this kind of sex and with no reason to as demons interested in such a kink would go elsewhere. The brothel was open to other types of sex. But the idea of being whipped or tied by Quinn's doing was far less intimidating for Santana.
“What are you going to do to me?” Santana asked.
Quinn grinned and pulled Santana into her. The smirk widening as they were now less than half an inch away from kissing.
“I'm going to blindfold you, tie your arms, and start you off with a spanking. Are you okay with that?” Quinn responded.
Santana gulped. Staring into Quinn's mischievous eyes, she slowly nodded.
“You have a right to deny anything I do.” Quinn stated. “It is both important and my responsibility to care for you. I don't want to hurt you. We're going to use a safe word and that safe word is red.” Quinn tenderly kissed Santana's cheek. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Santana quickly said.
“Do you trust me?” Quinn added.
“Yes.” Santana swiftly answered.
What little space they had between them was finally closed and Santana eagerly arched forward to meet Quinn's lips in a hungry kiss. The mere closeness of their bodies had been heaven and something Santana hadn't realized how much she craved before they got here. Quinn's hand stroked Santana's stomach before sliding under Santana's vest and pushed it off her shoulders.
It was dropped to the floor and Quinn pulled away, relishing the content and speechless face of Santana. Without a word, Quinn pulled Santana to the couch and didn't waste a second to pin Santana down. She sat on Santana's lap before pulling her in for another kiss.
The kisses traveled to her neck, kissing above Santana's breast before she moved down and ran the flat of her tongue over Santana's nipple. Santana moaned as she felt the stroke through the thin fabric of her top. Quinn sucked it before flicking her tongue over Santana's nipple a second time and wrapped her lips around the nipple.
Santana moaned as she felt Quinn's right hand cup her breast then pinch and pull the nipple between her fingers. Santana was a panting mess in five minutes, begging for Quinn to move her mouth downward, where the start of Santana's arousal began to coat her thighs.
Quinn removed her skirt and kissed Santana's collarbone before she ripped the mesh bra in half. Santana whimpered and watched Quinn effortlessly rip the straps and toss the pieces of her top to the floor.
With a grin, Quinn stood to her feet, removing her necklace and placing it on the table. She kept eye contact with Santana as she loosened the button to her pants and slowly pulled down the zipper. It was a slight disappointment for Santana to see that Quinn had been semi-erect, but the way Quinn stared at her had washed away all her doubts.
Quinn reached down, cupping Santana's cheek into her palm. She dipped down and kissed Santana.
“I like the way you look at me.” Quinn whispered. “Whether it's with my cock or not you always want me.”
Santana moaned, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. Quinn chuckled. She kissed Santana's forehead and went back to the table to pick up the blindfold and black tape.
“Stand up.” Quinn instructed.
Silently, Santana got to her feet, feeling another flush of excitement hit her.
“Hands behind your back.”
Without hesitation, Santana listened, waiting patiently for her next command. The sound of the tape parting from the roll filled her ears and Quinn took a hold of Santana's wrists before wrapping it around her arms. She had made sure to keep the grip firm, but not too tight to make Santana comfortable. Santana gulped.
“Are you okay?” Quinn asked. Santana nodded. “Speak to me. I need to know if you can handle this. I won't hold it against you if you change your mind and don't want this.”
“Yes Mistress, I'm fine.” Santana answered, a small quiver in her voice as she spoke.
Quinn linked her finger through the ring of Santana's collar and gently pulled her across the room to the bench.
“Do you know what this is?” Quinn questioned.
“No Miss.” Santana replied.
“It's a spanking bench.” Quinn informed.
Santana gulped. While she had been warned ahead of time what Quinn had in store, being in front of this device with Quinn's demanding presence beside her was thrilling. She looked away from the bench to see Quinn stare at her, carefully watching her facial expressions. She took a step closer to the bench, tugging Santana with her.
“Knees on the stoop and lean forward up here.” Quinn instructed.
Santana followed her orders and shivered as her breast touch the cold surface of the leather cushion of the bench. She exhaled, realizing that the position of the device left her to stretch outward; leaving her ass exposed and up in Quinn's direction.
A stroke from Quinn's index finger trickled down Santana's neck. She faced her and presented a black cloth.
“I'm going to blindfold you now.” Quinn stated. “I want you to know, once I've put it on you are to not move or speak unless instructed to. I will only stop if you use the safe word. Do you understand?”
Santana let out a heavy huff of breath. “Yes Mistress.”
“Remember,” Quinn added. “You have the right to deny what I want to do to you.”
“I want this.” Santana clarified.
Quinn grinned and positioned herself behind Santana to start putting the blindfold over her eyes. As it wrapped around her head and Quinn tied a firm knot, Santana let out another shaky breath. She had almost instantly become hyper aware of her surroundings through her sense of smell and hearing. Anxiously, she licked her lips.
“I'll start off easy, but as I progress I'll use different implements.” Quinn noted. “Tell me if you don't like any of them.”
Quinn caressed Santana's butt before drawing her hand back and landed a light slap on to Santana's right cheek. Quinn watched Santana's back flex and a gentle sigh emitted from her mouth. Quinn rubbed away the ache before making her way over to the instruments on the hooks.
Santana's fidgeted impatiently as she waited for the next hit, trying to sense Quinn's location with her hearing. Quinn made her return known with a touch on Santana's hip, which caused her to quiver. She reached down, kissing Santana's back.
“I'm going to use two different toys now.” Quinn said, rubbing a hand over Santana's rear a second time.
Quinn looked over the paddle and whip she had in her hand and placed the whip down. Shifting behind Santana, Quinn pulled her hand back and landed the first hit on to Santana's left cheek this time. A sharper pain ripped through her, but had quickly disappeared into a dull warmth of aches.
Quinn picked up the whip next, taking a firm grip on the handle. She tried to lighten the blow as she raised her arm and struck out, but the crisp smack of the whip had said otherwise. Santana let out a sharp yelp. Quinn noticed a strip of red covered Santana's ass. Her entire body went ridged.
“I-I don't like that one Miss.” Santana whimpered.
Quinn rubbed her hand over the welt and kissed it before returning the whip back to the hook. She replaced it with a flogger instead. Seeing the tension still present in Santana's posture, Quinn ran a hand down Santana's back and kissed the top of her head.
“I won't use it again.” Quinn promised.
It had taken a few minutes before Santana could understand Quinn and let her words sink in. Quinn had been patient enough for Santana to finally relax. She walked two paces back with the flogger in hand. The slap had been less pronounced and as the rows of flattened strips of leather from the flogger rained down on Santana's bottom she let out a moan of contentment.
“I'm going to skip the cane.” Quinn announced.
She had been given enough information what Santana preferred. The cane would be an option used for punishment. Quinn put both implements back on their hooks and carefully moved Santana up to stand on her feet again.
“How do you feel?” Quinn asked.
“Fine Miss.” Santana replied.
She gasped when Quinn's lips met hers, but was disappointed to feel that the kiss was no longer than two seconds and Quinn went back to leading Santana through the room. She sat at the foot of the bed.
“Kneel over my lap.” Quinn ordered.
Santana needed help to get on the bed, but was able to place herself over Quinn's lap, gulping as she felt the warm of Quinn's cock press against her stomach. Quinn grabbed Santana's ass and squeezed it, grinning as she heard Santana moan. The first smack was quick and light. When Quinn's palm dropped to Santana's right cheek it was harder; the pain dissipating to comforting aches.
The fourth hit, however, was much harder. A loud slap emitted from the blow and Quinn watched Santana's ass jiggle on impact. She let out a small cry. Quinn massaged the affected flesh and let down another hit, this one stronger than the previous.
Quinn's hand traveled down, slipping between Santana's folds and she moaned.
“Mmm, you're still wet.” Quinn whimpered. “Feels good, huh?”
“Y-Yes Mistress.” Santana cried, grinding her hips into Quinn's thighs for friction.
Quinn removed her finger and licked the tip with Santana's juices and smirked. Santana gulped, feeling Quinn's cock beginning to harden and poke into her stomach.
“Two more.” Quinn decided.
Quinn made sure to make the fifth slap harder, causing Santana to scream. She waited a few seconds in case Santana was pondering the use of the safe word. When she let out a blissful sigh after being able to rid her body of any tension, Quinn continued, making the sixth and final hit, much more painful.
Santana's entire ass was a bright red. Quinn watched her body flex and twitch, desperately fighting back an oncoming orgasm. Quinn chuckled.
“You handled that so well.” Quinn complimented. “I'll reward you. Lay down.”
Santana felt her way around for the bed, smoothly getting up and rolling on to her back. She winced when her butt met the cold sheet. The pain turned to a moan when she thought of Quinn's dick pounding into her a second time. Santana can feel the small throbs of pain inside her from the limo and let out another moan as she remembered the amount of cum that filled her.
Quinn removed her shirt before positioning herself over Santana's chest and directed her penis to rub between Santana's breasts. Quinn moaned, stilling her hips to control herself. She wanted more than anything to come inside Santana a second time, but she wanted this to last and for Santana to remember it.
She steadily thrust between Santana's breast, coating her chest in a fair amount of pre-cum. Quinn collected a long string of pre-cum and started to coat her cock with it. Santana gulped, shifting against the bed as she felt the strong desire to reach out and touch Quinn. The contact of her sitting on her chest with her penis rubbing against her breast wasn't enough. The hunger for deeper contact was making her antsy.
Quinn reached out and cupped Santana's breast, firmly squeezing before placing another hand on Santana's left one. She flicked her thumbs over the nipples before pinching them. Santana let out a moan, arching upward. She tugged them, grinning as Santana let out a yell and cupped her hand around her penis. Quinn tapped it between Santana's breast before gliding it over her right breast and rubbing a thread of pre-cum over Santana's nipple.
Quinn moaned. She smeared the clear fluid all over Santana's breast before stationing her penis between them again and pushed Santana's breast together, covering her cock. Quinn started a slow thrust, letting out another moan as she relished the feeling of Santana's skin against hers.
Quinn felt Santana quiver beneath her, sighing and moaning as she increased the pace of her hips. Quinn had nearly cum herself, between watching Santana's reaction to the sensation between them and the sight of her pre-cum glimmering on Santana's chest. Quinn slowed down her pace to stop herself from cumming too soon, just from looking at Santana in this position.
The way she moaned and withered below Quinn and the amount of trust she showed was a beautiful sight and overwhelming. Quinn released Santana's breast and got to her knees to hover over Santana's chest. She scooted in closer, positioning her cock two inches away from Santana's mouth.
The head of her dick poked at Santana's bottom lip and she whimpered, instantly opening her mouth and Quinn eased the first inch inside. Santana's tongue wildly flickered and twirled around the tip. Quinn grabbed on to the chicken wire headboard. She yelped as she felt Santana's lips fasten around her cock and begin to suck. She managed to control herself before gliding in another two inches.
Santana hungrily sucked in Quinn's dick, using all that she could with her tongue to entice another moan from Quinn. It had been less than two minutes before Quinn pulled out, in need of air and to ease the tension in her testicles. Santana grinned and laughed. She knew she was good at giving head. It had been something her clients always asked for.
The control Santana had over Quinn was pleasant. She would be the one to determine when Quinn could cum. Quinn traced the shape of Santana's lips with her penis several times and entered back into the warmth of her mouth. Santana had moved her tongue at a slower pace, making sure to avoid the top and underside of the tip.
Quinn let out a content sigh at the change of tempo. She started her hips again, moving at a much faster speed and moved down to the back of Santana's throat. Two thrust in Quinn pulled back, sliding her dick out and smearing the spit around her cock on Santana's mouth.
Santana whimpered. “Please?” She began to shake underneath Quinn. “Please Mistress?”
Quinn grinned. She entered Santana's mouth again, pushing the entire seven and a half inches of her cock into the back of Santana's throat. Santana moaned remembering the taste of Quinn's cum when it trickled along the back of her tongue.
Quinn pressed a hand to the base of Santana's neck and curled around the bulge that showed every time Quinn thrust in. She repeated the motion, carefully watching the way Santana's throat stretched to accommodate her cock. She pushed down harder, causing the bed to shake and creak.
With a sharp gasp, Quinn pulled out as she was about to cum and jerked herself two times before positioning herself over Santana's chest.
“Oh fuck!” Quinn groaned, closing her eyes as she came.
The first thick string of cum stretched between Santana's breast to her collar bones. Quinn had opened her eyes wide enough to see a second rope gush out in a thicker stream and land on Santana's breast. Quinn moved closer to make the third wave splatter on to Santana's chin and neck and the fourth one came out in a thin lazy string of drizzle. Quinn placed it over Santana's mouth and grinned as Santana moaned, holding her tongue out to collect the string.
Santana licked the tip and kissed it before Quinn moved back and chuckled.
“You should see yourself.” Quinn smirked. “You're covered in my cum. I've never cum this hard.”
Groaning, Santana closed her legs together to try and lessen the ache between her legs. Quinn placed her penis on Santana's chest and smeared the warmth of her seed along Santana's chest until it was gone. Quinn grabbed on to Santana's face.
“You're supposed to thank me for your reward.” She hissed. “Don't make me punish you.”
Santana felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought of her possible punishment. If it had been another spanking Santana would want nothing more than to have the feeling of Quinn's hand slapping against her skin, reddening her ass.
“T-Thank you Mistress.” Santana sighed.
Quinn kissed Santana's forehead and smiled.
“That's better.” Quinn nodded, pleased. “Do you need a break?”
Santana's entire body had been on a high of adrenaline. The last thing she wanted was to stop. All she could think about was getting off and wanting nothing other than to be filled with Quinn's cock again.
“No Miss, I...” Santana gulped. “I want to cum. Please Miss, can I -”
Quinn pressed her lips on to Santana's. She ended it when she felt Santana's tongue poke at her lips.
“Hmm, we'll deal with that later.” Quinn chuckled, getting off the bed and helping Santana to sit up “I have one more thing in store for you.”
Santana felt the bed move then creak as Quinn's weight left the bed. Patiently and obediently, Santana sat and waited for Quinn's return. The burn between her legs was a painful throb. Santana picked up Quinn's presence again and the bed creaked as Quinn got on.
“Turn around.” Quinn instructed. “Get on your stomach.”
Santana struggled to get on her knees, but managed to eventually lay flat. Quinn ran her hand along the curve of Santana's back, slowly gliding down her ass and to the back of her thighs. She pried Santana's legs apart and brought her hand back up. Quinn grabbed Santana's ass and rested both her hands at Santana's hips.
“On your knees.”
Santana had an easier time following with Quinn's help. The change of position did little to ease Santana's anxious heart and the throb between her legs continued. Quinn had settled behind Santana, but didn't bother to touch her this time. Her attention was completely drawn to the trail of arousal dripping down Santana's thigh.
“You're enjoying this?” Quinn asked.
Santana gulped. Quinn laid a sharp smack on to Santana's bare ass. She yelled at the sudden attack.
“Answer me when I ask you a question!” Quinn growled, raining down a second hit.
“Ah!” Santana cried. “I'm sorry Miss! Y-Yes, I enjoy what you're doing to me!”
Quinn smiled, trailing a finger down Santana's thigh.
“You smell just as good as you look.” Quinn noted.
Her finger curled inside Santana's thigh and Quinn grabbed both of Santana's ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Santana whimpered. Silently, Quinn dipped in and licked the outer lips of Santana's center. She moaned, about to cum on contact, with Quinn's warm and skillful tongue. She licked the inside of Santana's lips before brushing her tongue inside for a second and pulled out. Santana whined.
“Mmm,” Quinn hummed. “I could eat you all day. Would you like that? For me to make you cum with my tongue all night?”
“Yes Mistress!” Santana cried. “I would love it. I want it!”
Quinn kissed Santana's ass. “We can do that another time. I want to try something different tonight.”
Quinn returned to the hooks of whipping implements and picked up the paddle. She silently made her way back to the bed and instantly struck Santana's butt. The smack of the wooden paddle to bare flesh crisp. Santana moaned.
Quinn released five quick and harder smacks between both cheeks, carefully watching for a change in Santana's stance to stop. She reached a total of eight hits before Santana's ass was a brilliant red. Quinn dropped the paddle and began to rub at the tender flesh.
“You did so much better.” Quinn praised.
“Thank you Miss.” Santana panted.
Quinn moved to the edge of the bed and brushed the tip of her nose along the curve of Santana's butt, kissing it several times and experimentally brushed her tongue over the puckered hole of Santana's ass. She flinched and moaned.
“Miss!!” Santana shrieked. “Oh Miss, I...”
Quinn chuckled and ran her tongue over the small opening again. She played between licking the hole and sticking the tip of her tongue inside everytime it loosened. Santana was a quivering mess of moans.
With her left hand, Quinn rubbed the tip of her finger over the hole and rubbed it vigorously. Santana let out a series of cries as Quinn quickened the speed of her finger.
“You're so receptive.” Quinn panted. “It's perfect.” Quinn licked Santana's asshole a second time. “Open up for me?” Quinn kissed the back of Santana's thigh.
Santana gulped. She has had anal sex many times. But the times she has had anal sex with any of her clients they were careless and it was painful. The sizes of the demons had made Santana loose and she had been embarrassed at such a thing, but the way Quinn caressed her and requested she allow her to engage in anal sex made Santana so much wetter. It was much different and it was going to be far more enjoyable.
Quinn kissed Santana's left cheek and brushed her nose against it.
“Come on.” Quinn whispered. “Let me see. I don't want to hurt you. Relax for me?”
Santana took a deep breath, holding it for a second before letting it go and felt her shoulders drop down. Taking several deep breaths, Santana began to feel the muscles in her rectum loosen. Quinn watched, rubbing Santana's ass as she continued to relax. When she had been at a completely calm level Quinn watched the puckered hole open to two and a half inches in width.
“Good girl.” Quinn praised, stroking Santana's back.
Quinn picked up the lube she laid on the bed and dropped a dollop into her hand. She slathered it along her penis then slowly slipped the tip into the ring of Santana's asshole. She moaned feeling herself stretch wider to fit her cock. Quinn let out a content moan and rested a hand on to Santana's hip for balance.
She didn't move until she felt the clenching of Santana's ass cease and Quinn pushed in another inch. Santana let out a sharp moan. The sound of Quinn's moans above her, keeping Santana at a constant calm enough level for Quinn to keep sinking in deeper. Unexpectedly, there was a slight change of thickness in Quinn's dick that caused Santana to flinch.
Sensing her struggle, Quinn rubbed a hand over Santana's ass and along the length of her lower back. It had taken a lot of self-control for Quinn to ease into Santana as the feeling of the heat and silky smooth sensation of her ass was divine. It was looser, but still had a firm grip around her cock. The lack of a snug fit made it easier for Quinn to slip in and will make it easier to move inside, once she got to the hilt.
Santana groaned when she felt herself starting to stretch. Quinn grinned, stroking Santana's back again to ease her.
“Such a good girl.” Quinn purred. “I'm already half-way inside. Just relax. I want to go all the way in.”
Santana whimpered, feeling Quinn move farther in. Anxiously, Santana shifted from one leg to the other. Quinn moved in closer to rest her thighs against the back of Santana's legs.
“M-Miss...” Santana cried.
Quinn can feel Santana starting to clench shut. “Do you want me to stop?”
“N-No! Please Miss I...” Santana let out a moan and hungrily licked her lips. “Please make me cum?”
Quinn chuckled, slowly pushing her hips forward and back. Santana let out another cry. Curiously, Quinn moved her hand between the soaking folds of Santana's center and brushed the tip of her first two fingers inside. Santana nearly came at the quick contact out of pure joy. Quinn examined her glistening fingers and grinned.
“Fuck,” She sighed. “You're so wet. You're enjoying this so much more than I thought you would.”
Quinn sucked both her fingers and placed her hand back on to Santana's hips when the flavor of her center was gone. She nearly came herself at the sight of Santana below her and her ass spread with her dick inside, splitting her ass open. Quinn had managed to get inside deep enough, leaving one inch remaining.
Without a warning, Quinn thrust forward, causing Santana to scream and the walls of her rectum to clamp down. Quinn groaned as her dick was sucked in and locked around the softness of Santana's ass. The pace started slow, working its way to a faster pace the more Santana loosened up again.
The bed started to shake once Quinn picked up a faster speed and the room was filled with Santana's screams of bliss. Quinn worked up a pace from fast to slow when she found herself about to cum. Santana was a whimpering mess by the time Quinn went back into a slow speed for the fourth time.
“Please Mistress!!” Santana cried. “Please let me cum! I-I...please?!”
Pulling out completely, Quinn smiled hearing Santana whine at the loss of connection between them and re-positioned Santana on to her back. The sudden change brought a sharp pain to Santana's oversensitive and aching ass. She cringed as the pressure of her against the mattress made her uncomfortable.
Quinn paused, stroking Santana's thighs affectionately, waiting for her to adjust. The way her legs and lip tremor gave her the clue to continue. Quinn placed a delicate kiss to Santana's thigh.
Motionlessly, Santana waited to be entered again, at this point any penetration from either opening would be enough. Quinn took the bottle of lube again and coated her dick with it a second time before lifting Santana's legs up, spreading them, and wedging between her legs.
Santana gasped when Quinn's cock entered her ass again, easily slipping in down to the base. Quinn placed her arms beside Santana's head and kissed her forehead. The kisses traveled to her cheeks, picking up the drops of tears that fell from behind the blindfold. Santana took in a shaky breath and let out a hiccup of an exhale when Quinn's mouth reached her chin.
“Oh Santana,” Quinn moaned. “You look so precious. I wouldn't have you any other way right now. You should see yourself right now. Begging for me and wanting my cock and covered in tears. You've been so patient. You deserve a much better treat.”
Quinn kissed Santana, feeling her lips tremble as they connected and picked up the rhythm of her hips again. Santana moaned as she felt Quinn's right hand squeeze between them and rub her clit. With four tight circular strokes, Santana came, moaning and whimpering into Quinn's mouth. Quinn pulled back, feeling Santana's body quake beneath her.
“T-Thank you!” Santana sobbed. “Oh, thank you Miss!”
Quinn kissed Santana's neck, moving to her collar bone, and her breast, where she sucked a hardened nipple into her mouth. She stilled her thumb when she heard Santana let out another cry, indicating her second orgasm.
“M-Miss?” Santana asked.
Quinn moved her way back up, tugging at Santana's bottom lip before kissing her mouth.
“We're going to cum together this time.” Quinn announced.
Santana nodded, unable to find the words to respond to Quinn. She would try to hold out until Quinn was close. Quinn's hips picked up, but had little transition from the slow grinding of her hips to a much faster and rough pace.
Quinn stopped rubbing Santana's clit when she was close to her second orgasm and picked up the speed of her hips. She would switch between stopping and going, while trying to keep up with the tension of an on-coming orgasm that Santana so easily experienced.
“Oh! Yes! Fuck Santana! I’m cumming,” Quinn warned. “C-Cum...cumming. I'm gonna cum!”
She vigorously rubbed at Santana's clit and the room was flooded with their moans.
“Mistress!” Santana yelled.
Santana nearly passed out when she came and felt the warmth of Quinn's seed fill up her ass. She felt the pulse of Quinn's cock inside her as she let out four squirts of cum inside her. The pulsating appendage slowed down to that of twitch and ceased all together.
Santana lay down, dazed, catching her breath, and Quinn remained on top of her waiting to gain the strength to move again. They remained close together out of breath and panting for three minutes before Quinn sat up.
The change of position caused her penis to pull out half way. Quinn reached down kissing the top of Santana's knees. Quinn pressed a finger to Santana's clit and she moaned.
“Miss?” Santana asked.
“I know you have a few more in you.” Quinn answered.
With no room for protest, Quinn began to rub at Santana's clit again. The friction against her sensitive bud was a delicious sensation that would bring her to a third orgasm in no time. She managed to cum four times.
Quinn sat Santana up and retrieved scissors from the table of instruments and carefully cut Santana's arms free from the tape. She then removed the blindfold and Santana reached out to pull Quinn into a hug.
“Let's go home.” Quinn suggested.
***
Santana and Quinn left the club in a comfortable silence. Santana didn't even care at the amount of eyes the stared at her as she left the club topless and her hair a tussled mess. She has never felt this calm, or this happy. With Quinn around, Santana had no reason to care about the people that eyed her hungrily or glared at her. Quinn would be willing to protect her.
As they reached the exit, Quinn put an arm around Santana's waist and walked through the door the security guard opened for them. Santana's ass cheeks ached, but so did the rest of her. She can still feel the thickness of Quinn's cum inside her slowly oozing out as she walked.
“Heading home early Quinn?” Sam asked.
“I'll come back.” Quinn confirmed. “Good night Sam.”
“I don't doubt that.” Sam grinned, he glanced at Santana. “I bet she rocked your world and then some, huh?”
Quinn pulled Santana closer and walked away. The limo driver parked beside the club, opened the door and Quinn led Santana inside. They sat in silence when the car moved, with Santana still caught in a daze.
“Santana?” Quinn softly called.
The sound of her name said so tender it broke Santana of her hazy spell. Quinn stared at her with a flicker of concern behind her eyes. She took a hold of Santana's hands and squeezed them.
“You have to understand,” Quinn started. “What goes in that club stays in the club. At home you are personal assistant, but at the club I'm your mistress that dominates you, so long as you are willing. Are we clear?”
Santana gulped. “Yes Miss.”
Quinn inched forward, sealing their words of agreement with a loving kiss. Santana has never felt her heart race this fast.