The Hand That Feeds
Part IX
Kurt knocked on Santana's room door twice before waiting for a reply on the other side. When he wasn't getting a response, he knocked a third time.
“Santana?” Kurt called.
He dug into his pocket, retrieving his master key.
“I'm coming inside.” He warned, before unlocking the door.
He slowly walked in, giving Santana time to process and react, should she be naked from a recent bath. When Kurt noticed the room was dimly lit from a lamp beside the bed, he grew more concerned. Santana sat atop her messy bed, now dressed in her uniform.
“I've come to inform you that the Mistress has released you of your chores for today.” Kurt stated.
“Thank you.” Santana dully answered.
Kurt noticed she had continued to sit on the bed, staring across the room with a troubled gaze. The slouched posture had been clear that she was upset. Kurt walked closer to the bed, standing beside Santana who didn't acknowledge his presence.
“Is something wrong?” Kurt asked.
Santana blinked, now aware of his position. Santana gulped and slowly shook her head.
“I know it isn't my business.” Kurt added. “But I've come to care for all the slaves in this household. We've all been lonely at one point in our lives.”
Santana chuckled. She's been far from lonely. As a matter of fact, she's been smothered in Quinn's affection. She was spoiled. But having stayed in this room for a hour was starting to put Santana into such a panic she was near a breakdown. She glanced back at Kurt who gave her a friendly smile.
“The Mistress told me she loves me today.” Santana responded.
“It's about time.” Kurt answered.
“You knew?” Santana questioned.
Kurt giggled. “As the aid we learn to be of assistance, but never be seen. I'm not blind either. Word tends to travel fast in this household between us slaves too.” Kurt explained.
“But, you aren't bothered by it?” Santana continued.
“Had it been a different half-breed I would be concerned, but I've been with Mistress for quite some time now.” Kurt said. “Don't you feel the same way about her?”
Santana shrugged. “I'm not sure.”
Kurt took a seat next to Santana and pulled her into a hug.
“Don't let her species cloud your judgment.” Kurt suggested. “The Mistress is utterly in love with you. You may think it's not capable because she is half demon, but that wouldn't be true. The Mistress is quite human. Don't be mistaken.”
They remained in silence. Santana was still tense and frustrated. Kurt released her and placed his hands over his folded legs.
“Let me ask you something.” Kurt instructed. “And I want you to answer without any hesitation.”
Santana gave him a confused look but eventually gave in.
“When you think of the Mistress what comes to your mind?” Kurt asked.
“Safe.” Santana smoothly replied.
“And when you think about love what is the first image that you think of?”
“Quinn.” Santana muttered.
Kurt smiled. “I think you have to not be afraid of what you want Santana. Don't you think it's about time you deserve some happiness too?”
Kurt wrapped Santana into another hug. Santana wiped away the drops of silent tears. It had been so simple. The way she felt about Quinn, but Quinn had been the one to mention it first. That caused a fear in Santana. She had been afraid plenty of times. She was never this afraid because for the first time in years she had someone love her and not love her for her body or her sexual performance.
Quinn had loved her for who she was, putting aside the life of a whore she used to live. When she was here Santana was a human, and not a thing demons usually saw humans as. It was new and terrifying, but Santana couldn't think of anyone else to have such an intimate level with.
Kurt remained until he was sure Santana was more at ease.
“Thank you.” Santana called, as Kurt made his way out.
“Of course,” Kurt replied, closing the door behind him.
***
Santana had started to get ready for tonight's dinner as planned. The talk with Kurt made her feel less of a mess. She bathed before sorting through her closet. When she narrowed down her selection from ten dresses to two, Santana was still indecisive to what looked more appropriate for dinner.
Kurt had come in to help make a choice as they had little time to be down in the foyer. He helped put the dress on and nodded in delight at his choice. Santana ran a hand down her dress unfamiliar with the formal and properly fitted clothing around her figure.
The dress was beautiful. A light shade of purple that covered her back, but left her chest exposed showing her cleavage. It had thick straps that crossed her chest and left a gap in the middle just below her breast. The gown was of the finest silk.
“It's perfect.” Kurt grinned.
Kurt had given extra care to fix Santana's hair to make a much more elegant appearance. He slicked back, then pinned the right side of Santana's hair with a diamond floral shaped pin, teased the front of Santana's hair. He used a curling iron to give Santana's hair loose curls and kept it neat with hairspray.
“Your hair grew nicely.” Kurt complimented.
The finishing touch was a pair of diamond earrings and a golden chain around her neck that Kurt fished from a jewelry box he brought. In the center of the chain was a heart-shaped pendant that had the letter S carved in the middle.
“Let's do your makeup and you're done.” Kurt announced.
Santana watched Kurt open up two cases of makeup full of various colors and brushes. He took some time picking the proper colors to make Santana's complexion. When he had the proper shade he worked quickly to give Santana's face an attractive and natural glow.
“This will definitely impress the Mistress.” Kurt gloated, once he was done.
Santana touched her cheek, feeling the layer of makeup Kurt applied paired with red lipstick. It had taken some effort to hide her scars, but that was probably why Santana had a dress with her back covered. It would be much too difficult to cover those with makeup.
Santana had been an entirely different person when she was done being transformed. Santana touched her face a second time, watching the reflection in the mirror mimic her actions with the same bewildered expression. She had been forced to dress this way before, back at the brothel to please wealthy clients that paid top dollar to sleep with her. The thought alone had caused a flurry of anger inside Santana as old memories surfaced one on top of the other.
“Santana?” Kurt called, making his way over to the vanity dresser.
He smiled at Santana and pulled her into a hug.
“Don't you look beautiful?” He grinned, stroking a piece of black strands. “The Mistress will love it.”
Santana turned away.
“Don't you like it?” Kurt asked.
Santana waited a moment to calm the spark of anxiety that suddenly hit her. This was only dinner. It wouldn't be any different. She's gone out with Quinn before, sure the first two times were to a BDSM club, but this was a restaurant. It was much tamer.
It felt more domestic and romantic. That was what probably left Santana unsettled. Kurt placed a hand on her shoulder and affectionately rubbed her shoulder. It broke her from her inner panic.
“It's just dinner. Everything will be great.” Kurt coaxed.
He waited to see Santana's face drop to a more light expression and she nodded. Kurt led Santana out of her room, straight to the foyer where Quinn was waiting. Quinn had a look of shock at the first glimpse of her and it made Santana smile.
Quinn continued to stare at Santana at a loss for words. Kurt smiled in pride to her reaction.
“You look beautiful.” Quinn smiled. “Nicely done Kurt.”
“You're welcome Miss.” Kurt responded. “Enjoy dinner.”
Quinn put a hand on to Santana's waist and walked out the house. On to the porch of the mansion, Santana looked over her shoulder to see Puck closing the front door. At the end of the porch the same black limo pulled into the drive way, and the chauffeur came out to open the passenger door. The entire ride Quinn didn't remove her arm from Santana's waist. The drive had been no more than a thirty minute ride and from the tinted window Santana could see it was a fancy restaurant done in an ancient Gothic style.
The car door finally opened and Quinn came out first. She placed her hand back on to Santana's waist and shifted her forward. The change of position caught Santana off guard. She looked back to her Mistress in question.
“You may be a slave, but to me you're worth more. And no one here will know about your past status.” Quinn encouraged.
Santana turned back around and walked forward. It was unacceptable for a slave to walk in front of their owner. It was a place only given to pets, but Santana felt anything of worth to be in that status, but her appearance told her otherwise. She was nicely groomed and cleaned.
She knew she smelled like a human and while they were looked down upon with disgust, no one dared to stare that long when they had seen Quinn next to her. There had been a few demons that looked at Santana with interest and smiled, but it had left Santana twice as uncomfortable as the demons glaring at her.
The host at the door greeted her and looked to Quinn to ask for her name. He became stiffer at the mention of her last name and quietly seated them on the second floor into a private booth. Santana could feel the eyes of the people in the restaurant staring at her.
A waiter came with menus to hand to them. Santana nearly had a heart-attack seeing the prices of the dishes with the cheapest meal being thirty dollars. Quinn sensed her discomfort and reached out to stroke a hand against Santana's neck.
“Order what you want Santana.” Quinn encouraged. “Don't worry about the price.”
She read the menu choices two more times before placing it down. Quinn took notice to Santana's ridged posture and placed a comforting hand on to Santana's shoulder.
“Aren't you hungry?” Quinn asked.
The waiter returned with two wine glasses and filled them both halfway with red liquid. He asked for their orders, which Quinn placed hers first. She turned back to Santana, asking for her choice.
“I'm not hungry.” She grumbled.
“Can you give us a few minutes?” Quinn requested.
“Of course ma'am.” The waiter replied and was gone.
Quinn pushed back Santana's hair from her face. She had tried to keep calm, as it would only cause Santana's guarded exterior to continue, if she had pushed. But Santana had been able to pick up on Quinn's disappointment, as they had been spending plenty of time together. Quinn's face lacked its usual charming glow.
“What's going on?” Quinn sighed.
Through her lashes, Santana quickly glimpsed at Quinn. She sat back, readjusting the strap of her gown. When she felt Quinn's hand move from her shoulder to her lap, Santana flinched. Quinn showed no regard to Santana's action. She quietly watched Santana distance herself.
That lack of emotion had bothered Santana. Quinn scoffed, smoothly rubbing the back of her neck and shook her head. This shouldn't be the place that they argue, especially when all Quinn wanted was to have a romantic dinner and enjoy each others' company.
“Why are you doing this?” Santana asked.
Quinn raised a brow in irritation to Santana's question. This definitely was neither the time nor place, but Santana wasn't about to let it go. Quinn glanced to the entrance of their booth. It had been shielded with a red curtain, but the walls were questionable.
“Doing what?” She replied.
“Treating me like I matter.” Santana responded.
“Unbelievable.” Quinn chuckled. “It's because you do matter, at least to me. How is that too hard to understand?”
Santana defensively wrapped her arms around her chest. Quinn had been honest with her response. As far as she knew, Quinn was a woman of her word. She never pushed Santana and never physically harmed her. Quinn hasn't even put any form of discomfort on her. But in the mix up of Santana's growing frustration and insecurity she was starting to convince herself that Quinn was an excellent liar that was something Santana found unsettling.
“What do you want from me?” Santana pressed on.
“I want what you will give me.” Quinn answered.
Santana frowned. “What does that mean?”
Quinn placed a hand on her wrist. Santana flinched. Quinn removed her hand, deciding to keep it on top of the table. Quinn took a sip of her wine, starting to feel agitated. It had seemed to only increase Santana's defensive behavior.
“I don't understand.” Quinn started. “I haven't...what is it that I've done wrong?”
Santana had no real reason to give. She couldn't justify her motives with anything sinister because Quinn had proven time and time again she cared for Santana. She's openly stated she was in love with her, but that had only brought Santana's walls back up and that upset Quinn.
Neither of them wanted to speak, with Quinn trying to find a way to defuse and approach Santana's mood and Santana shutting Quinn out for as long as she could. The waiter had returned, but not a single word was uttered between them. Sensing the tension between them, the waiter left.
“Please Santana,” Quinn started. “I really want this to work, whatever it is we may have. I need to know what's going on. I need you to be honest with me.”
Santana scoffed. It had upset here that Quinn couldn't be able to figure it out, especially since she had put so much effort in tending to Santana.
“I love you.” Quinn added.
“Stop saying that!” Santana snapped. “You can't just...what is it that you exactly expect from me?”
Quinn took another sip of her wine. She was becoming impatient and highly irritated. Santana had been somewhat open, and she needed to listen if she wanted this to continue.
“Is that what this is about?” Quinn asked. “Because I've told you how I felt about you? And how do you think I feel when I see the way you look at me every time I say it?”
“Don't put that pressure on me!” Santana shouted. “You have no idea -”
The curtain of their booth was pulled back. Santana sulked back into her seat, leaving Quinn to address the interruption of their conversation. She gave Santana an angry glance before focusing back on the waiter, who entered their booth.
“Is there a problem Ms. Fabray?” He questioned.
“Everything is fine. I apologize for the disturbance we're causing for everyone.” Quinn answered.
“I see. Would you like more wine Miss?”
Quinn looked at her cup to see that it was nearly empty.
“Yes please.” She replied.
The waiter excused himself. The curtain covered their booth when he left. Quinn finished the last of her wine with a heavy sigh. Santana refused to make any form of contact with Quinn. The anger inside her was strong enough to make her legs tighten and her hands shake.
It would have been so easy to lash out at her. In fact, Quinn's father would encourage it. Santana was being completely out of line. She was being disobedient and disrespectful, in a public place. It would be logical to punish her.
The distance Santana gave them had been a clue to that any physical punishment is what Santana would expect. She was in a defensive pose and in an angry mindset that would be used to try and shield her should Quinn come and smack her around.
The punishment would set Santana in line, although, the aftermath would cause Santana to spiral into a fit of rage. The progress Quinn had made would be totally destroyed with no hope of recovery. Quinn took another breath to quell her frustration. That type of approach would be how a slave was treated. Santana wasn't a slave. She had much more value for Quinn.
“I can see how much whatever it is that's bothering you has upset you,” Quinn submitted. “I want to be able to fix it, but right now isn't the time. I really would like to spend the rest of our night here enjoying dinner. I promise we will talk about this once we get home.”
Quinn watched Santana glance back to Quinn, having decided to give Quinn her back. When she noticed the drop of Santana's tense shoulders go away, Quinn outstretched her hand and opened it, in request for Santana's hand.
There was a pause as Santana wondered if letting things go would be the better option, despite wanting to deal with this soon. She took a hold of Quinn's hand. Quinn immediately slid over, putting an arm around Santana's shoulder and kissed her temple.
“Have some wine.” Quinn encouraged, picking up Santana's cup.
The waiter returned with a new bottle and filled Quinn's cup up before leaving the wine bottle on the table.
“Are you ready to order Miss?”
Quinn raked a comforting hand through Santana's hair as she took a sip of her wine.
“She'll have the rib-eye.” Quinn responded.
“Excellent choice and your food will be served momentarily Ms. Fabray.” The waiter announced, before leaving again.
Quinn turned to Santana and smiled. “I saw you looking at it.” She quipped. “Let's enjoy the rest of our dinner okay?”
Santana kissed Quinn's cheek before snuggling up to her. Quinn was served her food first, a plate of lobster with sautéed vegetables and mashed potatoes. Quinn decided to feed Santana some of her food until it was ready.
“Do you like it?” Quinn asked, as she gave Santana a piece of lobster.
Santana nodded, slowly chewing the shellfish, trying to savor it. She took a large gulp of her wine when she swallowed down the meat. Quinn took a forkful of the lobster herself and scooped up mashed potatoes to offer to Santana.
“What's your favorite food?” Quinn curiously interrogated.
“Ice cream,” Santana admitted. “It reminds me of my mom when she brought me to my first fair.”
Quinn smiled before she reached down to connect their lips, the distinctive taste of lobster in the kiss. The waiter returned with Santana's steak. Quinn gave one quick kiss to Santana's neck, grinning as she noticed how she started to blush that the waiter entered.
“Enjoy your meal.” The waiter said, before he was gone.
Santana decided to finish her wine first before cutting into her steak. Quinn had finished before her and filled Santana's cup. She stared at Santana, admiring her and occasionally running a finger down Santana's face.
She had been a lot hungrier than she let on and within minutes, half the steak was gone. Santana picked up a napkin and cleaned her face.
“Can I ask you a question Miss?” Santana muttered.
“Of course.” Quinn coaxed.
“Do I make you happy?”
Quinn took a hold of her hand. “I can't beging to explain how happy I am with you. I don't regret anything we've done.” Quinn honestly replied. “I wouldn't have you any other way.”
Santana rested her head on to Quinn's shoulder. They finished their dinner. Santana's hostility was long gone.
***
They went home, cuddling and caressing in the car. Quinn walked Santana to her room having agreed to speak further about their issue after dinner. When they got to her door, Santana opened it and stood in the door way to hug Quinn.
“Thank you for dinner.” Santana smiled.
She made her way to the center of the room, Quinn following in after her. They took a seat on top of Santana's bed, due to the lack of seats. Santana was hesitant to start.
“If we want things between us to work, we have to be honest.” Quinn stated. “If me telling you I love you is what upsets you I'll stop. I don't expect you to say it back to me. I just wanted to let you know how I feel about you.”
“But it hurts you when I don't, doesn't it?” Santana explained.
Quinn nodded. Santana was feeling guilty again.
“I just. When you said that I was confused, but now I'm...”
Quinn pulled Santana into a hug.
“Are you scared?” She clarified.
Santana nodded. “The way I feel...” She sighed.
Quinn kissed Santana's temple.
“You don't have to be scared. I'll protect you. I don't care that you're a slave, or a human. I see more than a pet with a collar around her neck. And it scares you because you feel the same way.” Quinn lovingly spoke.
Santana wiped away the start of her tears and took a hold of Quinn's hand. She smiled at her and leaned over to kiss her. Quinn sighed as their lips touched and put distance between them when she felt a rush of desire start to rip through her.
“I need to tell you something.” Quinn whispered. “I want to be honest with you too.”
The way Quinn paused to continue made Santana nervous. She's never seen Quinn this unsure or scared. Quinn had always been calm and put together. Santana had taken comfort in that façade, but to have this much courage to show or admit her distraught feelings was also admirable. It made them feel closer.
“I was completely in awe of you when I first saw you.” Quinn sighed. “You were perfect and in that moment I knew that I wanted you, and I've chosen you because you were what I needed to carry on my lineage.” Quinn placed a kiss to Santana's cheek. “Nothing would make me happier than to start a family with you.”
Quinn leaned closer, watching Santana shiver as her hand went to Santana's hip. She kissed the tender flesh of Santana's neck and grinned when she heard her whimpere.
“Will you?” Quinn pleaded. “Be the mother of my child?”
Santana watched her, the vulnerability in Quinn's eyes as she asked. It was important to her, but what made this much more striking was that Quinn was asking. She wanted Santana to do it, much how she wanted Santana to willingly submit to her at the club.
The entire time they've been together Quinn had waited and asked, wanting Santana to do everything with her all at her own free will. She had been given choices and this would be no different. Santana returned the kiss, landing it on to Quinn's pink lips.
“Yes.” Santana agreed.
Quinn took a shaky inhale, the sound audible and full of shock. Santana saw the start of tears in Quinn's eyes just before they dropped.
“Yeah?” Quinn sobbed.
Santana nodded. She stumbled back on to her bed, Quinn on top of her, locking their lips together in a salty kiss. Santana was taken aback from the overload of emotions that were coming through Quinn.
She put her arms around Quinn's neck when the kiss ended. Quinn kissed along Santana's neck, passing down the hickeys she left on her. Quinn's hand cupped Santana's breast and firmly grabbed it to get a moan response.
Quinn's mouth wrapped around Santana's earlobe and tugged it. She playfully nipped Santana's neck.
“We're going to make a baby.” Quinn gloated. “Ours.”
Santana wasted no time unlatching Quinn's necklace and placed it to the nightstand. She had already started pulling down the zipper of Quinn's gown next. Quinn sat up, straddling Santana's waist to remove the straps of her dress from her shoulders.
Santana watched Quinn remove her dress and shifted her hands to work on Santana's gown. Quinn kissed Santana's exposed shoulder and brushed her hand over her bare chest. She helped Santana pull her gown down her hips and watched it join with her own gown on the floor. Santana gulped as she felt the bulge of Quinn's erection press on her thigh.
Quinn moved to settle between Santana's legs. She sat back, deciding to remove her bra. She turned around when she got the straps down. Santana got up, unclasping her bra and helped remove it. Quinn took a hold of Santana's wrist, tugging forward to redirect Santana to her lap.
Quinn kissed the back of Santana's neck. The kisses flowed down to her shoulder before Quinn brushed Santana's hair to the side. The arm wrapped around Santana's hips settled to pressing a hand on to Santana's stomach.
“I'll take care of you.” Quinn panted. “Both of you.”
Santana whimpered, the thought of their soon to be child growing inside her, becoming an exciting and happy thought. Her stomach will grow and she'll need new clothes, but it would never be her concern. Santana fully trusted Quinn to take care of her needs.
“Lay down.” Quinn whispered. “Face down.”
Santana easily moved her position and sighed as she felt the comforting weight of Quinn on the back of her thighs. She groaned as Quinn's hand ranked down her back and pressed into the tension of her muscles.
Quinn hungrily bit her lip, picking up the strong smell of Santana's heat. Santana let out a loud moan when Quinn pressed into the power part of her back. Firmly, Quinn traveled up the length of Santana's back, rubbing into the skin, working on her knots.
The feeling brought a warm and pleasurable feeling through Santana; she didn't expect to be so wet after just five minutes of Quinn's hands working into her. The aches in her shoulder blades gone. Quinn carefully removed Santana's underwear, unable to take anymore of her intoxicating scent.
“Roll over.”
Santana groaned when she caught sight of Quinn's hard on. The bump in her boy shorts noticeable, with the tip of her penis poking through the band of her underwear. Quinn moved closer, to hover over Santana's hips and remove her underwear.
Excited, Santana's hands reached up to grab the shaft of Quinn's cock and softly stroked it. Quinn arched back with a moan. She struggled to contain herself as Santana continued to jerk her off.
“Not yet.” Quinn cried.
Santana dropped her hand, waiting for Quinn to set the pace. She stretched out, placing her hands beside Santana's head and laid down on top of her. One of Quinn's hands threaded through Santana's hair.
Quinn gazed lovingly into Santana's brown eyes. She smiled as she picked up how shy Santana was becoming, being stared at. Quinn quickly kissed Santana's neck.
“I love you.” Quinn proudly spoke.
She sealed the space between their lips with her own before Santana could protest. She felt Santana sigh and relax underneath her. The kiss had been timid from Santana's end, while Quinn didn't waste a second to bite at Santana's bottom lip.
The action had gotten Santana to moan and Quinn pushed her tongue inside, the soft touch of her tongue exploring the warmth of Santana's mouth. Quinn had been much more vigorous in her action, leading Santana to follow the motion of her tongue.
A fluid swirl moved between touching Santana's tongue and sucking on her bottom lip. Santana let out another moan when Quinn sucked on her bottom lip. Her body arched eager for more contact. She opened her mouth as the gap between them closed and Santana slid her tongue into Quinn's mouth this time.
Santana grinned when she heard Quinn moan into her mouth, a smile of triumph on her face. The noise brought another wave of desire into her. With the added courage, Santana took a hold of Quinn's waist and rolled them over, to pin Quinn down instead.
Santana pulled away from the kiss, giving Quinn a grin. She watched the blonde start to laugh and press her palm onto Santana's lower back.
“What?” Santana curiously asked.
“Look at us.” Quinn answered. “We're making out like a bunch of horny teenagers.”
Santana shrugged. “I like it.”
Quinn smirked, biting her bottom lip, and in a flash Santana was pulled on to Quinn's lap. The tip of her tongue ran along the groove of Santana's collar bone. She licked the valley between Santana's breasts before flicking her tongue over the nipple of her breast.
“Ohhh.” Santana whimpered.
“And I like it better when I have you moaning below me.” Quinn purred.
She wrapped her lips around the hardened nipple, smiling as she heard Santana moan as she sucked. Quinn's left hand grabbed on to the other breast, squeezing and teasing the nipple. She gave a sharp pull and pinch, which caused Santana to cry out. Her lips were shifted to Santana's left breast, where she continued to suck on the nipple.
“Ah, Quinn,” Santana pleaded. “I just...please?”
Pleased with Santana's current state, Quinn moved them again to have Santana lying down on her back. She continued the trail with her tongue, licking down Santana's stomach and over the tender nerve of Santana's clit.
“Shit!!” Santana cried.
Quinn dipped her tongue inside the swell of Santana's center and moved back up to Santana's hips. She moved to Santana's stomach, making sure to bite and suck several times and coming back to Santana's thigh. When Quinn was done she looked back at Santana with a grin to the added pair of hickeys.
“On your knees baby.” Quinn ordered.
Excited, Santana quickly got up, comfortably resting her arms and head on to her pillow, with her bottom up. Quinn moved behind her, rubbing the bronze globes of Santana's ass with both hands. She grabbed them before placing a quick slap.
“Ah!” Santana yelped. “Yes, please Miss?!”
“Hmm, not tonight baby.” Quinn answered, rubbing Santana's ass one last time, before she stroked her throbbing dick. “Fuck, but I want to so bad.”
Quinn sucked on the first two fingers of her left hand and used her right hand to spread Santana's ass. She smeared her saliva in the puckering hole of Santana's ass with her two wet fingers. She watched the opening loosen and Quinn pushed the two fingers inside.
“Oh fuck!!” Santana screamed. “F-Fuck, Quinn -”
Quinn smirked feeling the walls of Santana's ass suck on to her fingers. She pulled her fingers out an inch before putting it back in, repeating the action three times before pulling out completely. The whine of disappointment from Santana when she pulled out was replaced with utter joy when Quinn's tongue licked along the slit of Santana's opening.
She sucked on the outer lips and took a hold of Santana's hips just as she pushed her tongue through. Santana's thighs began to shake. Quinn licked the lining of the soft walls and moved her tongue into a figure eight motion.
“Oh sh-” Santana panted. “Quinn!”
Santana began to push back, eager to get more of Quinn's tongue inside of her. Quinn sat back, smiling as she heard Santana whimper. The sight of Santana's glistening thighs was a turn on for Quinn to see. The way her dick throbbed was almost painful.
Quinn went back, working her tongue at a much more rapid speed. Through her shouting, Santana's hand reached to rub at her clit. The added contact paired with the strokes of Quinn's tongue, had been enough for Santana to come.
“Oh! Oh fuck!” Santana yelled.
Quinn opened her mouth to drink in the release of Santana's orgasm. She pulled back when most of the sticky fluid had gushed out, splattering on her face. The rest painted Santana's thighs or dripped to the bed.
Quinn helped Santana lay on her back, while she waited for Santana to recover. The sight of her heaving chest and sweat slicked body an attractive sight, Quinn would love to see for the rest of their time together. She lay sprawled out on top of Santana, kissing her neck and torso before cuddling against her.
“Holy shit.” Santana whispered.
“Mmm, that's exactly how I feel with you.” Quinn responded.
When her breathing was back to normal the numb hot sensation in her limbs died out, Santana initiated the kiss this time. Quinn shivered as the gentle touch of Santana's wandering hand squished between them and down her collarbone, fondling Quinn's breast.
She pulled away with a gasp, moving to give Santana room to suck on to her nipple. Quinn sighed, trying to even out her weight, moving it to her forearms and knees. Santana released Quinn's nipple with a wet smack and attached to the second nipple.
“Mmm, San,” Quinn sighed.
Santana switched between breasts, licking the nipples and tugging as she sucked on them. She fondled them some more before licking the space between her breasts. Santana's hand continued its travel, slipping over her stomach.
She clutched Quinn's cock and began to jerk it in a steady rhythm. Starting at the bottom and worked her way over the tip, making sure to twist her hand at the tip and rub her thumb over the leaking head of Quinn's dick.
“Oh...shit.” Quinn hissed.
Santana stopped when she felt Quinn shake. As much as she wanted to jerk Quinn off into orgasm again, she wanted to be able to come with her again this time. Quinn took several deep breaths before moving Santana's legs up to rest on top of her own.
The head of her dick entered, nearly making Quinn a quivering mess. She waited a moment before pushing in again, Santana's arms wrapped around her neck.
“Hmm,” Santana cried.
Quinn continued to slip inside, letting out a whimper when she got down to the hilt.
“Baby.” Santana gasped.
Quinn grinds her hips downward, watching Santana let out another gasp. Quinn took a hold of Santana's thighs. She trusted forward a second time. The speed gradually increased, Quinn watched Santana, gauging the amount of her speed from her reactions.
She worked into a fast pace, causing Santana to grab on to her and rattle the bed from her action.
“Ohh fuck!” Santana screamed. “Ahh!”
“Shit! Yes!” Quinn whimpered.
The sound of the creaking bed increased. A deafening sound mixed with their moans. When Quinn felt herself about to cum she slowed down her hips, letting out heavy sighs. When her heart was at a calmer pace, Quinn picked up the speed again, causing the creaking of the bed to continue.
Santana was a whimpering mess beneath her. Covered in sweat and unable to hold it off anymore, Quinn wedged her hand between them to rub at Santana's clit before she thrust into a breakneck speed.
“Santana, Santana!” Quinn shouted.
Santana moaned, cumming before she felt Quinn cum inside her; the heat and thick fluid of her semen filling her. Quinn lay down soaked in sweat and panting.
“Oh that felt amazing.” Quinn chuckled.
She looked up to Santana who had captured her in a passionate kiss. The contact was hungry and slow, but full of a brand new feeling of love and affection. Quinn couldn't stop smiling when the kiss ended.
“I love you.” Santana softly whispered.
Quinn kissed her again with the fresh wave of tears from her face. Santana parted in need of air, but found Quinn's hand to keep it into hers. Quinn pulled out, rolling on her side. Santana rolled over to look back at her.
Quinn smiled and kissed the back of Santana's hand. She wanted nothing more than to start a family with the woman she loved. A woman she had fall head over heels in love with since the day she met her. Quinn couldn't have picked a better woman.
Kurt knocked on Santana's room door twice before waiting for a reply on the other side. When he wasn't getting a response, he knocked a third time.
“Santana?” Kurt called.
He dug into his pocket, retrieving his master key.
“I'm coming inside.” He warned, before unlocking the door.
He slowly walked in, giving Santana time to process and react, should she be naked from a recent bath. When Kurt noticed the room was dimly lit from a lamp beside the bed, he grew more concerned. Santana sat atop her messy bed, now dressed in her uniform.
“I've come to inform you that the Mistress has released you of your chores for today.” Kurt stated.
“Thank you.” Santana dully answered.
Kurt noticed she had continued to sit on the bed, staring across the room with a troubled gaze. The slouched posture had been clear that she was upset. Kurt walked closer to the bed, standing beside Santana who didn't acknowledge his presence.
“Is something wrong?” Kurt asked.
Santana blinked, now aware of his position. Santana gulped and slowly shook her head.
“I know it isn't my business.” Kurt added. “But I've come to care for all the slaves in this household. We've all been lonely at one point in our lives.”
Santana chuckled. She's been far from lonely. As a matter of fact, she's been smothered in Quinn's affection. She was spoiled. But having stayed in this room for a hour was starting to put Santana into such a panic she was near a breakdown. She glanced back at Kurt who gave her a friendly smile.
“The Mistress told me she loves me today.” Santana responded.
“It's about time.” Kurt answered.
“You knew?” Santana questioned.
Kurt giggled. “As the aid we learn to be of assistance, but never be seen. I'm not blind either. Word tends to travel fast in this household between us slaves too.” Kurt explained.
“But, you aren't bothered by it?” Santana continued.
“Had it been a different half-breed I would be concerned, but I've been with Mistress for quite some time now.” Kurt said. “Don't you feel the same way about her?”
Santana shrugged. “I'm not sure.”
Kurt took a seat next to Santana and pulled her into a hug.
“Don't let her species cloud your judgment.” Kurt suggested. “The Mistress is utterly in love with you. You may think it's not capable because she is half demon, but that wouldn't be true. The Mistress is quite human. Don't be mistaken.”
They remained in silence. Santana was still tense and frustrated. Kurt released her and placed his hands over his folded legs.
“Let me ask you something.” Kurt instructed. “And I want you to answer without any hesitation.”
Santana gave him a confused look but eventually gave in.
“When you think of the Mistress what comes to your mind?” Kurt asked.
“Safe.” Santana smoothly replied.
“And when you think about love what is the first image that you think of?”
“Quinn.” Santana muttered.
Kurt smiled. “I think you have to not be afraid of what you want Santana. Don't you think it's about time you deserve some happiness too?”
Kurt wrapped Santana into another hug. Santana wiped away the drops of silent tears. It had been so simple. The way she felt about Quinn, but Quinn had been the one to mention it first. That caused a fear in Santana. She had been afraid plenty of times. She was never this afraid because for the first time in years she had someone love her and not love her for her body or her sexual performance.
Quinn had loved her for who she was, putting aside the life of a whore she used to live. When she was here Santana was a human, and not a thing demons usually saw humans as. It was new and terrifying, but Santana couldn't think of anyone else to have such an intimate level with.
Kurt remained until he was sure Santana was more at ease.
“Thank you.” Santana called, as Kurt made his way out.
“Of course,” Kurt replied, closing the door behind him.
***
Santana had started to get ready for tonight's dinner as planned. The talk with Kurt made her feel less of a mess. She bathed before sorting through her closet. When she narrowed down her selection from ten dresses to two, Santana was still indecisive to what looked more appropriate for dinner.
Kurt had come in to help make a choice as they had little time to be down in the foyer. He helped put the dress on and nodded in delight at his choice. Santana ran a hand down her dress unfamiliar with the formal and properly fitted clothing around her figure.
The dress was beautiful. A light shade of purple that covered her back, but left her chest exposed showing her cleavage. It had thick straps that crossed her chest and left a gap in the middle just below her breast. The gown was of the finest silk.
“It's perfect.” Kurt grinned.
Kurt had given extra care to fix Santana's hair to make a much more elegant appearance. He slicked back, then pinned the right side of Santana's hair with a diamond floral shaped pin, teased the front of Santana's hair. He used a curling iron to give Santana's hair loose curls and kept it neat with hairspray.
“Your hair grew nicely.” Kurt complimented.
The finishing touch was a pair of diamond earrings and a golden chain around her neck that Kurt fished from a jewelry box he brought. In the center of the chain was a heart-shaped pendant that had the letter S carved in the middle.
“Let's do your makeup and you're done.” Kurt announced.
Santana watched Kurt open up two cases of makeup full of various colors and brushes. He took some time picking the proper colors to make Santana's complexion. When he had the proper shade he worked quickly to give Santana's face an attractive and natural glow.
“This will definitely impress the Mistress.” Kurt gloated, once he was done.
Santana touched her cheek, feeling the layer of makeup Kurt applied paired with red lipstick. It had taken some effort to hide her scars, but that was probably why Santana had a dress with her back covered. It would be much too difficult to cover those with makeup.
Santana had been an entirely different person when she was done being transformed. Santana touched her face a second time, watching the reflection in the mirror mimic her actions with the same bewildered expression. She had been forced to dress this way before, back at the brothel to please wealthy clients that paid top dollar to sleep with her. The thought alone had caused a flurry of anger inside Santana as old memories surfaced one on top of the other.
“Santana?” Kurt called, making his way over to the vanity dresser.
He smiled at Santana and pulled her into a hug.
“Don't you look beautiful?” He grinned, stroking a piece of black strands. “The Mistress will love it.”
Santana turned away.
“Don't you like it?” Kurt asked.
Santana waited a moment to calm the spark of anxiety that suddenly hit her. This was only dinner. It wouldn't be any different. She's gone out with Quinn before, sure the first two times were to a BDSM club, but this was a restaurant. It was much tamer.
It felt more domestic and romantic. That was what probably left Santana unsettled. Kurt placed a hand on her shoulder and affectionately rubbed her shoulder. It broke her from her inner panic.
“It's just dinner. Everything will be great.” Kurt coaxed.
He waited to see Santana's face drop to a more light expression and she nodded. Kurt led Santana out of her room, straight to the foyer where Quinn was waiting. Quinn had a look of shock at the first glimpse of her and it made Santana smile.
Quinn continued to stare at Santana at a loss for words. Kurt smiled in pride to her reaction.
“You look beautiful.” Quinn smiled. “Nicely done Kurt.”
“You're welcome Miss.” Kurt responded. “Enjoy dinner.”
Quinn put a hand on to Santana's waist and walked out the house. On to the porch of the mansion, Santana looked over her shoulder to see Puck closing the front door. At the end of the porch the same black limo pulled into the drive way, and the chauffeur came out to open the passenger door. The entire ride Quinn didn't remove her arm from Santana's waist. The drive had been no more than a thirty minute ride and from the tinted window Santana could see it was a fancy restaurant done in an ancient Gothic style.
The car door finally opened and Quinn came out first. She placed her hand back on to Santana's waist and shifted her forward. The change of position caught Santana off guard. She looked back to her Mistress in question.
“You may be a slave, but to me you're worth more. And no one here will know about your past status.” Quinn encouraged.
Santana turned back around and walked forward. It was unacceptable for a slave to walk in front of their owner. It was a place only given to pets, but Santana felt anything of worth to be in that status, but her appearance told her otherwise. She was nicely groomed and cleaned.
She knew she smelled like a human and while they were looked down upon with disgust, no one dared to stare that long when they had seen Quinn next to her. There had been a few demons that looked at Santana with interest and smiled, but it had left Santana twice as uncomfortable as the demons glaring at her.
The host at the door greeted her and looked to Quinn to ask for her name. He became stiffer at the mention of her last name and quietly seated them on the second floor into a private booth. Santana could feel the eyes of the people in the restaurant staring at her.
A waiter came with menus to hand to them. Santana nearly had a heart-attack seeing the prices of the dishes with the cheapest meal being thirty dollars. Quinn sensed her discomfort and reached out to stroke a hand against Santana's neck.
“Order what you want Santana.” Quinn encouraged. “Don't worry about the price.”
She read the menu choices two more times before placing it down. Quinn took notice to Santana's ridged posture and placed a comforting hand on to Santana's shoulder.
“Aren't you hungry?” Quinn asked.
The waiter returned with two wine glasses and filled them both halfway with red liquid. He asked for their orders, which Quinn placed hers first. She turned back to Santana, asking for her choice.
“I'm not hungry.” She grumbled.
“Can you give us a few minutes?” Quinn requested.
“Of course ma'am.” The waiter replied and was gone.
Quinn pushed back Santana's hair from her face. She had tried to keep calm, as it would only cause Santana's guarded exterior to continue, if she had pushed. But Santana had been able to pick up on Quinn's disappointment, as they had been spending plenty of time together. Quinn's face lacked its usual charming glow.
“What's going on?” Quinn sighed.
Through her lashes, Santana quickly glimpsed at Quinn. She sat back, readjusting the strap of her gown. When she felt Quinn's hand move from her shoulder to her lap, Santana flinched. Quinn showed no regard to Santana's action. She quietly watched Santana distance herself.
That lack of emotion had bothered Santana. Quinn scoffed, smoothly rubbing the back of her neck and shook her head. This shouldn't be the place that they argue, especially when all Quinn wanted was to have a romantic dinner and enjoy each others' company.
“Why are you doing this?” Santana asked.
Quinn raised a brow in irritation to Santana's question. This definitely was neither the time nor place, but Santana wasn't about to let it go. Quinn glanced to the entrance of their booth. It had been shielded with a red curtain, but the walls were questionable.
“Doing what?” She replied.
“Treating me like I matter.” Santana responded.
“Unbelievable.” Quinn chuckled. “It's because you do matter, at least to me. How is that too hard to understand?”
Santana defensively wrapped her arms around her chest. Quinn had been honest with her response. As far as she knew, Quinn was a woman of her word. She never pushed Santana and never physically harmed her. Quinn hasn't even put any form of discomfort on her. But in the mix up of Santana's growing frustration and insecurity she was starting to convince herself that Quinn was an excellent liar that was something Santana found unsettling.
“What do you want from me?” Santana pressed on.
“I want what you will give me.” Quinn answered.
Santana frowned. “What does that mean?”
Quinn placed a hand on her wrist. Santana flinched. Quinn removed her hand, deciding to keep it on top of the table. Quinn took a sip of her wine, starting to feel agitated. It had seemed to only increase Santana's defensive behavior.
“I don't understand.” Quinn started. “I haven't...what is it that I've done wrong?”
Santana had no real reason to give. She couldn't justify her motives with anything sinister because Quinn had proven time and time again she cared for Santana. She's openly stated she was in love with her, but that had only brought Santana's walls back up and that upset Quinn.
Neither of them wanted to speak, with Quinn trying to find a way to defuse and approach Santana's mood and Santana shutting Quinn out for as long as she could. The waiter had returned, but not a single word was uttered between them. Sensing the tension between them, the waiter left.
“Please Santana,” Quinn started. “I really want this to work, whatever it is we may have. I need to know what's going on. I need you to be honest with me.”
Santana scoffed. It had upset here that Quinn couldn't be able to figure it out, especially since she had put so much effort in tending to Santana.
“I love you.” Quinn added.
“Stop saying that!” Santana snapped. “You can't just...what is it that you exactly expect from me?”
Quinn took another sip of her wine. She was becoming impatient and highly irritated. Santana had been somewhat open, and she needed to listen if she wanted this to continue.
“Is that what this is about?” Quinn asked. “Because I've told you how I felt about you? And how do you think I feel when I see the way you look at me every time I say it?”
“Don't put that pressure on me!” Santana shouted. “You have no idea -”
The curtain of their booth was pulled back. Santana sulked back into her seat, leaving Quinn to address the interruption of their conversation. She gave Santana an angry glance before focusing back on the waiter, who entered their booth.
“Is there a problem Ms. Fabray?” He questioned.
“Everything is fine. I apologize for the disturbance we're causing for everyone.” Quinn answered.
“I see. Would you like more wine Miss?”
Quinn looked at her cup to see that it was nearly empty.
“Yes please.” She replied.
The waiter excused himself. The curtain covered their booth when he left. Quinn finished the last of her wine with a heavy sigh. Santana refused to make any form of contact with Quinn. The anger inside her was strong enough to make her legs tighten and her hands shake.
It would have been so easy to lash out at her. In fact, Quinn's father would encourage it. Santana was being completely out of line. She was being disobedient and disrespectful, in a public place. It would be logical to punish her.
The distance Santana gave them had been a clue to that any physical punishment is what Santana would expect. She was in a defensive pose and in an angry mindset that would be used to try and shield her should Quinn come and smack her around.
The punishment would set Santana in line, although, the aftermath would cause Santana to spiral into a fit of rage. The progress Quinn had made would be totally destroyed with no hope of recovery. Quinn took another breath to quell her frustration. That type of approach would be how a slave was treated. Santana wasn't a slave. She had much more value for Quinn.
“I can see how much whatever it is that's bothering you has upset you,” Quinn submitted. “I want to be able to fix it, but right now isn't the time. I really would like to spend the rest of our night here enjoying dinner. I promise we will talk about this once we get home.”
Quinn watched Santana glance back to Quinn, having decided to give Quinn her back. When she noticed the drop of Santana's tense shoulders go away, Quinn outstretched her hand and opened it, in request for Santana's hand.
There was a pause as Santana wondered if letting things go would be the better option, despite wanting to deal with this soon. She took a hold of Quinn's hand. Quinn immediately slid over, putting an arm around Santana's shoulder and kissed her temple.
“Have some wine.” Quinn encouraged, picking up Santana's cup.
The waiter returned with a new bottle and filled Quinn's cup up before leaving the wine bottle on the table.
“Are you ready to order Miss?”
Quinn raked a comforting hand through Santana's hair as she took a sip of her wine.
“She'll have the rib-eye.” Quinn responded.
“Excellent choice and your food will be served momentarily Ms. Fabray.” The waiter announced, before leaving again.
Quinn turned to Santana and smiled. “I saw you looking at it.” She quipped. “Let's enjoy the rest of our dinner okay?”
Santana kissed Quinn's cheek before snuggling up to her. Quinn was served her food first, a plate of lobster with sautéed vegetables and mashed potatoes. Quinn decided to feed Santana some of her food until it was ready.
“Do you like it?” Quinn asked, as she gave Santana a piece of lobster.
Santana nodded, slowly chewing the shellfish, trying to savor it. She took a large gulp of her wine when she swallowed down the meat. Quinn took a forkful of the lobster herself and scooped up mashed potatoes to offer to Santana.
“What's your favorite food?” Quinn curiously interrogated.
“Ice cream,” Santana admitted. “It reminds me of my mom when she brought me to my first fair.”
Quinn smiled before she reached down to connect their lips, the distinctive taste of lobster in the kiss. The waiter returned with Santana's steak. Quinn gave one quick kiss to Santana's neck, grinning as she noticed how she started to blush that the waiter entered.
“Enjoy your meal.” The waiter said, before he was gone.
Santana decided to finish her wine first before cutting into her steak. Quinn had finished before her and filled Santana's cup. She stared at Santana, admiring her and occasionally running a finger down Santana's face.
She had been a lot hungrier than she let on and within minutes, half the steak was gone. Santana picked up a napkin and cleaned her face.
“Can I ask you a question Miss?” Santana muttered.
“Of course.” Quinn coaxed.
“Do I make you happy?”
Quinn took a hold of her hand. “I can't beging to explain how happy I am with you. I don't regret anything we've done.” Quinn honestly replied. “I wouldn't have you any other way.”
Santana rested her head on to Quinn's shoulder. They finished their dinner. Santana's hostility was long gone.
***
They went home, cuddling and caressing in the car. Quinn walked Santana to her room having agreed to speak further about their issue after dinner. When they got to her door, Santana opened it and stood in the door way to hug Quinn.
“Thank you for dinner.” Santana smiled.
She made her way to the center of the room, Quinn following in after her. They took a seat on top of Santana's bed, due to the lack of seats. Santana was hesitant to start.
“If we want things between us to work, we have to be honest.” Quinn stated. “If me telling you I love you is what upsets you I'll stop. I don't expect you to say it back to me. I just wanted to let you know how I feel about you.”
“But it hurts you when I don't, doesn't it?” Santana explained.
Quinn nodded. Santana was feeling guilty again.
“I just. When you said that I was confused, but now I'm...”
Quinn pulled Santana into a hug.
“Are you scared?” She clarified.
Santana nodded. “The way I feel...” She sighed.
Quinn kissed Santana's temple.
“You don't have to be scared. I'll protect you. I don't care that you're a slave, or a human. I see more than a pet with a collar around her neck. And it scares you because you feel the same way.” Quinn lovingly spoke.
Santana wiped away the start of her tears and took a hold of Quinn's hand. She smiled at her and leaned over to kiss her. Quinn sighed as their lips touched and put distance between them when she felt a rush of desire start to rip through her.
“I need to tell you something.” Quinn whispered. “I want to be honest with you too.”
The way Quinn paused to continue made Santana nervous. She's never seen Quinn this unsure or scared. Quinn had always been calm and put together. Santana had taken comfort in that façade, but to have this much courage to show or admit her distraught feelings was also admirable. It made them feel closer.
“I was completely in awe of you when I first saw you.” Quinn sighed. “You were perfect and in that moment I knew that I wanted you, and I've chosen you because you were what I needed to carry on my lineage.” Quinn placed a kiss to Santana's cheek. “Nothing would make me happier than to start a family with you.”
Quinn leaned closer, watching Santana shiver as her hand went to Santana's hip. She kissed the tender flesh of Santana's neck and grinned when she heard her whimpere.
“Will you?” Quinn pleaded. “Be the mother of my child?”
Santana watched her, the vulnerability in Quinn's eyes as she asked. It was important to her, but what made this much more striking was that Quinn was asking. She wanted Santana to do it, much how she wanted Santana to willingly submit to her at the club.
The entire time they've been together Quinn had waited and asked, wanting Santana to do everything with her all at her own free will. She had been given choices and this would be no different. Santana returned the kiss, landing it on to Quinn's pink lips.
“Yes.” Santana agreed.
Quinn took a shaky inhale, the sound audible and full of shock. Santana saw the start of tears in Quinn's eyes just before they dropped.
“Yeah?” Quinn sobbed.
Santana nodded. She stumbled back on to her bed, Quinn on top of her, locking their lips together in a salty kiss. Santana was taken aback from the overload of emotions that were coming through Quinn.
She put her arms around Quinn's neck when the kiss ended. Quinn kissed along Santana's neck, passing down the hickeys she left on her. Quinn's hand cupped Santana's breast and firmly grabbed it to get a moan response.
Quinn's mouth wrapped around Santana's earlobe and tugged it. She playfully nipped Santana's neck.
“We're going to make a baby.” Quinn gloated. “Ours.”
Santana wasted no time unlatching Quinn's necklace and placed it to the nightstand. She had already started pulling down the zipper of Quinn's gown next. Quinn sat up, straddling Santana's waist to remove the straps of her dress from her shoulders.
Santana watched Quinn remove her dress and shifted her hands to work on Santana's gown. Quinn kissed Santana's exposed shoulder and brushed her hand over her bare chest. She helped Santana pull her gown down her hips and watched it join with her own gown on the floor. Santana gulped as she felt the bulge of Quinn's erection press on her thigh.
Quinn moved to settle between Santana's legs. She sat back, deciding to remove her bra. She turned around when she got the straps down. Santana got up, unclasping her bra and helped remove it. Quinn took a hold of Santana's wrist, tugging forward to redirect Santana to her lap.
Quinn kissed the back of Santana's neck. The kisses flowed down to her shoulder before Quinn brushed Santana's hair to the side. The arm wrapped around Santana's hips settled to pressing a hand on to Santana's stomach.
“I'll take care of you.” Quinn panted. “Both of you.”
Santana whimpered, the thought of their soon to be child growing inside her, becoming an exciting and happy thought. Her stomach will grow and she'll need new clothes, but it would never be her concern. Santana fully trusted Quinn to take care of her needs.
“Lay down.” Quinn whispered. “Face down.”
Santana easily moved her position and sighed as she felt the comforting weight of Quinn on the back of her thighs. She groaned as Quinn's hand ranked down her back and pressed into the tension of her muscles.
Quinn hungrily bit her lip, picking up the strong smell of Santana's heat. Santana let out a loud moan when Quinn pressed into the power part of her back. Firmly, Quinn traveled up the length of Santana's back, rubbing into the skin, working on her knots.
The feeling brought a warm and pleasurable feeling through Santana; she didn't expect to be so wet after just five minutes of Quinn's hands working into her. The aches in her shoulder blades gone. Quinn carefully removed Santana's underwear, unable to take anymore of her intoxicating scent.
“Roll over.”
Santana groaned when she caught sight of Quinn's hard on. The bump in her boy shorts noticeable, with the tip of her penis poking through the band of her underwear. Quinn moved closer, to hover over Santana's hips and remove her underwear.
Excited, Santana's hands reached up to grab the shaft of Quinn's cock and softly stroked it. Quinn arched back with a moan. She struggled to contain herself as Santana continued to jerk her off.
“Not yet.” Quinn cried.
Santana dropped her hand, waiting for Quinn to set the pace. She stretched out, placing her hands beside Santana's head and laid down on top of her. One of Quinn's hands threaded through Santana's hair.
Quinn gazed lovingly into Santana's brown eyes. She smiled as she picked up how shy Santana was becoming, being stared at. Quinn quickly kissed Santana's neck.
“I love you.” Quinn proudly spoke.
She sealed the space between their lips with her own before Santana could protest. She felt Santana sigh and relax underneath her. The kiss had been timid from Santana's end, while Quinn didn't waste a second to bite at Santana's bottom lip.
The action had gotten Santana to moan and Quinn pushed her tongue inside, the soft touch of her tongue exploring the warmth of Santana's mouth. Quinn had been much more vigorous in her action, leading Santana to follow the motion of her tongue.
A fluid swirl moved between touching Santana's tongue and sucking on her bottom lip. Santana let out another moan when Quinn sucked on her bottom lip. Her body arched eager for more contact. She opened her mouth as the gap between them closed and Santana slid her tongue into Quinn's mouth this time.
Santana grinned when she heard Quinn moan into her mouth, a smile of triumph on her face. The noise brought another wave of desire into her. With the added courage, Santana took a hold of Quinn's waist and rolled them over, to pin Quinn down instead.
Santana pulled away from the kiss, giving Quinn a grin. She watched the blonde start to laugh and press her palm onto Santana's lower back.
“What?” Santana curiously asked.
“Look at us.” Quinn answered. “We're making out like a bunch of horny teenagers.”
Santana shrugged. “I like it.”
Quinn smirked, biting her bottom lip, and in a flash Santana was pulled on to Quinn's lap. The tip of her tongue ran along the groove of Santana's collar bone. She licked the valley between Santana's breasts before flicking her tongue over the nipple of her breast.
“Ohhh.” Santana whimpered.
“And I like it better when I have you moaning below me.” Quinn purred.
She wrapped her lips around the hardened nipple, smiling as she heard Santana moan as she sucked. Quinn's left hand grabbed on to the other breast, squeezing and teasing the nipple. She gave a sharp pull and pinch, which caused Santana to cry out. Her lips were shifted to Santana's left breast, where she continued to suck on the nipple.
“Ah, Quinn,” Santana pleaded. “I just...please?”
Pleased with Santana's current state, Quinn moved them again to have Santana lying down on her back. She continued the trail with her tongue, licking down Santana's stomach and over the tender nerve of Santana's clit.
“Shit!!” Santana cried.
Quinn dipped her tongue inside the swell of Santana's center and moved back up to Santana's hips. She moved to Santana's stomach, making sure to bite and suck several times and coming back to Santana's thigh. When Quinn was done she looked back at Santana with a grin to the added pair of hickeys.
“On your knees baby.” Quinn ordered.
Excited, Santana quickly got up, comfortably resting her arms and head on to her pillow, with her bottom up. Quinn moved behind her, rubbing the bronze globes of Santana's ass with both hands. She grabbed them before placing a quick slap.
“Ah!” Santana yelped. “Yes, please Miss?!”
“Hmm, not tonight baby.” Quinn answered, rubbing Santana's ass one last time, before she stroked her throbbing dick. “Fuck, but I want to so bad.”
Quinn sucked on the first two fingers of her left hand and used her right hand to spread Santana's ass. She smeared her saliva in the puckering hole of Santana's ass with her two wet fingers. She watched the opening loosen and Quinn pushed the two fingers inside.
“Oh fuck!!” Santana screamed. “F-Fuck, Quinn -”
Quinn smirked feeling the walls of Santana's ass suck on to her fingers. She pulled her fingers out an inch before putting it back in, repeating the action three times before pulling out completely. The whine of disappointment from Santana when she pulled out was replaced with utter joy when Quinn's tongue licked along the slit of Santana's opening.
She sucked on the outer lips and took a hold of Santana's hips just as she pushed her tongue through. Santana's thighs began to shake. Quinn licked the lining of the soft walls and moved her tongue into a figure eight motion.
“Oh sh-” Santana panted. “Quinn!”
Santana began to push back, eager to get more of Quinn's tongue inside of her. Quinn sat back, smiling as she heard Santana whimper. The sight of Santana's glistening thighs was a turn on for Quinn to see. The way her dick throbbed was almost painful.
Quinn went back, working her tongue at a much more rapid speed. Through her shouting, Santana's hand reached to rub at her clit. The added contact paired with the strokes of Quinn's tongue, had been enough for Santana to come.
“Oh! Oh fuck!” Santana yelled.
Quinn opened her mouth to drink in the release of Santana's orgasm. She pulled back when most of the sticky fluid had gushed out, splattering on her face. The rest painted Santana's thighs or dripped to the bed.
Quinn helped Santana lay on her back, while she waited for Santana to recover. The sight of her heaving chest and sweat slicked body an attractive sight, Quinn would love to see for the rest of their time together. She lay sprawled out on top of Santana, kissing her neck and torso before cuddling against her.
“Holy shit.” Santana whispered.
“Mmm, that's exactly how I feel with you.” Quinn responded.
When her breathing was back to normal the numb hot sensation in her limbs died out, Santana initiated the kiss this time. Quinn shivered as the gentle touch of Santana's wandering hand squished between them and down her collarbone, fondling Quinn's breast.
She pulled away with a gasp, moving to give Santana room to suck on to her nipple. Quinn sighed, trying to even out her weight, moving it to her forearms and knees. Santana released Quinn's nipple with a wet smack and attached to the second nipple.
“Mmm, San,” Quinn sighed.
Santana switched between breasts, licking the nipples and tugging as she sucked on them. She fondled them some more before licking the space between her breasts. Santana's hand continued its travel, slipping over her stomach.
She clutched Quinn's cock and began to jerk it in a steady rhythm. Starting at the bottom and worked her way over the tip, making sure to twist her hand at the tip and rub her thumb over the leaking head of Quinn's dick.
“Oh...shit.” Quinn hissed.
Santana stopped when she felt Quinn shake. As much as she wanted to jerk Quinn off into orgasm again, she wanted to be able to come with her again this time. Quinn took several deep breaths before moving Santana's legs up to rest on top of her own.
The head of her dick entered, nearly making Quinn a quivering mess. She waited a moment before pushing in again, Santana's arms wrapped around her neck.
“Hmm,” Santana cried.
Quinn continued to slip inside, letting out a whimper when she got down to the hilt.
“Baby.” Santana gasped.
Quinn grinds her hips downward, watching Santana let out another gasp. Quinn took a hold of Santana's thighs. She trusted forward a second time. The speed gradually increased, Quinn watched Santana, gauging the amount of her speed from her reactions.
She worked into a fast pace, causing Santana to grab on to her and rattle the bed from her action.
“Ohh fuck!” Santana screamed. “Ahh!”
“Shit! Yes!” Quinn whimpered.
The sound of the creaking bed increased. A deafening sound mixed with their moans. When Quinn felt herself about to cum she slowed down her hips, letting out heavy sighs. When her heart was at a calmer pace, Quinn picked up the speed again, causing the creaking of the bed to continue.
Santana was a whimpering mess beneath her. Covered in sweat and unable to hold it off anymore, Quinn wedged her hand between them to rub at Santana's clit before she thrust into a breakneck speed.
“Santana, Santana!” Quinn shouted.
Santana moaned, cumming before she felt Quinn cum inside her; the heat and thick fluid of her semen filling her. Quinn lay down soaked in sweat and panting.
“Oh that felt amazing.” Quinn chuckled.
She looked up to Santana who had captured her in a passionate kiss. The contact was hungry and slow, but full of a brand new feeling of love and affection. Quinn couldn't stop smiling when the kiss ended.
“I love you.” Santana softly whispered.
Quinn kissed her again with the fresh wave of tears from her face. Santana parted in need of air, but found Quinn's hand to keep it into hers. Quinn pulled out, rolling on her side. Santana rolled over to look back at her.
Quinn smiled and kissed the back of Santana's hand. She wanted nothing more than to start a family with the woman she loved. A woman she had fall head over heels in love with since the day she met her. Quinn couldn't have picked a better woman.