It was all I could do as her two fingers pulsed rapidly in and out of my core. Tears fell freely down my cheeks as I toss my head back exposing my neck as desperate whimpers and sobbing moans are emitted from the depths of my chest. Her lips and tongue ravish my tender nipples with a fever derived from a hunger too long suppressed. Her eyes flash with this fire as she picks her head up to gaze into my face with a demonic smile that is somehow laced with sympathy. She licks away my tears and gives me a fierce, uncontrolled kiss that manages to cease my noises. Soon her domineering mouth leaves my beaten lips for my throat. She finds a tender spot and bites and sucks and licks away at it. Her other hand leaves my hair and trails its way to my nipples, flicking, squeezing, pinching and pulling them. My whimpers merely return as her pace stays steady.

"You really shouldn't fight it you know," came Santana's comment from above my head. She looks down at me with an apathy lacing her features. Her hands are like vice grips upon my wrists as she holds my arms above my head and in her lap. My head rests upon a small decorative pillow at the cross of her ankles as she sits Indian style. "She is going to continue until you come, so instead of fighting it you should enjoy it. Just give into the sensations your body is having," she pauses thoughtfully, "You are going to be hers whether you like it or not. Believe me I know how this goes." She turns her head in the direction of Brittany who is merely rocking in the rocking chair and watching the movie we had put in an hour ago. She returns her face to look at my miserable one and gives me a small smile. "It'll work out, you'll see." Her words race through my mind, her logic haunting me.

As if she felt the confliction in my thoughts, her fingers pick up their pace and her thumb comes out to torment my clit. Her mouth is making its path known as it travels to my breasts. My breast vibrates as she groans out her approve as my body acts on its own accord. I arch into her mouth. "So tight…" she comments as she adds another finger to my now gyrating hips. I feel an internal pressure settle in my lower abdomen. I start to pant and close my eyes tight and feel all of which she is doing to me. Things continued picking up speed and the feelings intensified. My tearful groans started mingling with hers. She's mumbling encouragements within those groans but I am too lost in the feeling to comprehend their actual meanings. "Come on Rach…cum for me…come on baby," she demands. Finally the pressure releases itself and I arch, throwing my head back and a guttural holler is emitted from my throat. Her fingers slow as my body quakes. As my breath slows I look up at her to be met with her unwavering gaze. Her face is a mixture of lust, adoration and pride. I swallow. She rushes her face forward to quickly capture my lips in a sensual kiss that was relatively short. She sits back. I take in a quick breath when she pulls her fingers out and sticks them in her mouth, sucking them clean. My breath has returned to normal but my flush remains as I continue staring at her. She gives me that demonic smile again and suddenly her face drops to the apex of my legs. In that instant I feel her hot tongue enter my folds and eagerly and thoroughly lap up all my fluids. I roll my head back and gasp as the hotness feels so dreadfully wonderful and I try to pull my arms down but Santana refuses to loosen her hold. I buck my hips into her face. She chuckles as she rests a hand on my lower abdomen and brings her tongue in further. Her tongue resumes the previous work of her fingers. She reaches in as far as she can.

"Quinn…please…I can't….Why?...please don't'" is whimpered softly from my lips as her tongue picks up pace and her other hand teases my clit, pinching, swirling. I pull against Santana and try to sit up but the Latina's grip is more than firm enough to keep me in my place. I slam my head back down into the pillow and let out an exasperated cry. I was stuck and had no control. A particular pinch and pulse of her tongue reverts me back to my nether regions as I gasp and my heel digs into her back. Another good rub then her fingers and tongues switch tasks. Her lips encompass my swollen bundle of nerves and suck fiercely. I squirm under the sensation and more hot tears travel down my contorted face. I do not try to contain the crying moans that erupt as her fingers enter and re-enter ruthlessly. I turn my face as much as I can and attempt to bite the pillow. I apply more pressure upon her with my heel.

"Someone's being a little aggressive," is drawled low as she picks up her smirking, fluid covered face. Her lips leave a hot trail of wet kisses on my lower abdomen. I whimper. Her hot tongue dips into my navel, and then her teeth bite hard into my flesh. I jerk as I take a sharp intake of breath. "Mine," is murmured into the wound as her tongue licks up a droplet of blood. I roll my head back. Her fingers curl. My arch is accompanied with a throaty noise. Her lips have found a sensitive spot on the underside of my breast. She suckles until she is satisfied with the discoloration of my skin. Her lips leave my flesh and I feel her predatorily eyes upon my face and neck. I am almost out of breath from the pace her fingers keep. I bring my watery eyes to meet hers. Possessiveness shines brightly in them as her demonic grin resumes residency upon her flawless face.

"I want you to scream my name when you come," is demanded of me. "You hear me?" is growled. Her fingers thrust and curl harder to emphasize her demand. Closing my eyes I cry out. Re-opening my sorrowful eyes I see her grin her approval of my response. "Good." She leans forward and brings those treacherous, beautiful lips to the nook of my shoulder. I bare my teeth and crash them down upon her shoulder unforgivingly. She reels back. Her eyes meet mine, they are darker, black. A deep rumble emits from her chest. She crashes her lips into mine. Drawing my bottom lip into her mouth she bites down and doesn't let go. Cries of frustration and fear tangle in with my pants. Everything is suddenly rougher and faster. She is not withholding anything. Her other hand grasps onto my breast and squeezes, pulls, and kneads with a ferocity not previously shown. Her hips join her hand, adding to the force of her fingers as they plunge into me untiringly. The top of my head is soon bumping repeatedly into Santana's stomach as the force is moving me entirely. I feel the cool wetness of the pillow against my neck as it is being soaked with more of my tears. I taste metallic as she releases my lip to reacquaint her teeth and my flesh. Nips are determinedly placed along my neck. Finding the base of my neck she bites then suckles. I squeeze my eyes tightly as it is all become too much once again. My body arches and my mouth opens wider as the pressure builds.

"I better hear my name," is panted into my skin below my ear. Her thumb tweaks my nipple roughly as her other thumb pushes down harshly upon my clit and her lips attach to that spot under my ear. I again give a guttural holler but in a semblance to her name. Everything slows considerably, no longer am I encountering Santana's stomach. I quiver and shake as shivers run through my body. I jerk as her fingers pull out and run over my clit. I am exhausted from my body's betrayal. My eyes are still tightly closed but hot tears still run. My lungs still heave as plush lips suddenly encompass my tattered ones. I attempt to pull away but her palm pushes slightly against my cheek, holding me. Her lips move slowly, deeply against mine. Her tongue pushes through my lips and massages mine. I reciprocate the gesture if only because it is so sensual and sweet. Her moan vibrates through into my mouth.

"I think it's time to move upstairs Quinn," a melodic voice breaks through. Quinn releases her face and looks over to Brittany. I close my eyes and roll my head to the side, exhaustion emits from my very being. Her warmth and physical pressure leave me and I start to allow sleep to take over, to escape. I hear rustling and my head is being jostled as Santana removes herself from the couch. Before I can curl onto my side, I am suddenly grabbed and hoisted into the air. I squeal and my stomach meets Santana's shoulder. Warm fingers encompass my wrists. I look to see her blonde hair illuminate her face. Her smile slightly less demonic but a world more possessive looking and confident.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" is sobbed out of me as I look down at her from my place slung over Santana's shoulder as we ascend the stairs to her room. Her eyes swirl with darkness as she chuckles. "You have always been mine. I am just making it official," is said to me with such confidence and assurance that I am dumbfounded. Ahead of us I hear Brittany opening a door, to which I presume, is Quinn's. As we make our way into the room I hear sheets being pulled back and a clink of metal. My insides clench. A soft hand gingerly cups my cheek and a thumb strokes my cheek bone, "don't be afraid baby, you're alright," is whispered to me and those lips once again attached themselves to mine. I am tossed lightly unto the bed and Quinn is ready for me. Immediately her thighs straddle my hips and her hands once again encompass my wrists. I pull but am too tired and dazed to really put up much of a front. I feel handcuffs against my flesh as I become attached to the headboard. A kiss is placed upon my forehead. As she leans back, I feel a slight squeeze of my ankle and my eyes divert to Santana's comforting hand. Brittany gives me a small smile with Santana and the two walk out the door and shut it softly. I stare at the oak and the barrier that it has become. A finger slowly traveling the valley of breasts brings me back to the gorgeous blonde on top of me. I swallow. Those dark eyes look at me, just look. I cannot read any emotion in them as they trace my every pore. She sighs in contentment.

"Are you tired?" is asked in general concern. I am flabbergasted. I meekly nod. Her eyes avert to the ceiling as she becomes lost in thought. As she ponders I take in her appearance. Lost is her top, only a lacy bra covers the splendid nipples I am sure are hidden beneath. I take in the porcelain skin and wonder at how smooth it looks. Taunt muscles ripple in her abdomen as she sifts her weight slightly. The tiny polka dot panties only accentuate the incredible looking thighs that envelope my lower half. I feel heat rise to my cheeks as the awareness of how naked and exposed we are becomes prominent in my mind. A cough brings my gaze back to her swirling eyes.

"Liking the view?" is husked at me. I turn my face into my arm as the heat takes over my face. She chuckles. Leaning over to her bedside stand, her breasts are shoved closer into my face. I swallow hard. I hear rustling, and then she leans back. In her hands is a strap-on. My eyes widen at the mere fact she has one, but the size of it looks a bit daunting. Again I swallow hard. She then stands upon the bed, pulls off the panties and puts the device on. She looks exquisite, beautiful naked, without the protruding device. She drops back onto the bed pushing open my legs she knees between them. I whimper and shuffle a little bit. The metal clinks. Her fingers enter my folds, feeling the wetness that remains. Looking into my eyes she brings her face to mine for another one of those slow sensual kisses. Her fingers rub my clit in circles. I whimper and moan simultaneously, fear and anticipation of what is to come. Her other hand finds my breast and gentle caresses and tweaks the nipple. She lets go and leans back. A hand comes to tenderly grip my hip as the other one brings the tip of the toy to my entrance. Her eyes lock with mine, her face one of concern but of passion and determination. As she pushes forward with her hips and the toy slides in slowly, her eyes never waver or leave mine. I groan at its girth. Upon its full entry I close my eyes and swallow my noise. She lifts my hips up and against her more. As her hands grip me, she starts to pull out just as slow. I sigh. Suddenly and forcefully she plunges it back in and I cry out and pull hard against my restraints. I huff several times and try to pull away. Her hands keep me firmly in place. Again she slowly pulls back out slowly to only return in the same ferocious manner. I cry out yet again. The tears are on the brink of their return. She again pulls back to only return forcefully. I cannot control my noise or the flailing of my head. My hair sticks to me. She picks up her pace. I squeeze her with my thighs. I pull at my restraints. I cry out again and again, the force almost too much. Soon the whole bed is moving with her. I feel my breasts move in time with her strokes. I close my eyes and pant, moan, cry out each hump. A hand leaves my hip to tease my clit, circling, pinching, and flicking it incessantly. Again the pressure builds. Her panting shows her labor, yet she still manages to pick up the pace. Soon it is frenzied. I cannot control the sounds that roll out of my throat as I toss my head back. It becomes so intense and then the pressure once again releases and I arch further than I had before and scream out the intensity as it consumes my body. She slows incredibly. She rides out my orgasm. I breathe hard and cannot be bothered to move any ounce of my being. She withdraws and I gasp. Exhaustion is inevitable. I lean my face against my arm and allow the darkness to prevail. I am vaguely aware of her reaching up and undoing the handcuffs, of her peppering my face and neck with light, tender kisses, of her rolling me onto my side, of her now completely naked body encompassing, enveloping mine as she spoons me, of her saying sweetly into my ear "you are more than I could dream of and now you are mine. My beautiful. My love. My Rachel."