AN: Hopefully this manages to tide some of you over so I don't have to write sex scenes everywhere, so here's an entire fic that's based on a sexual relationship more or less. Also reviews make me happy. So if you enjoy this, and my story made you happy, send me a little review.
Song: Mirror by Natalia Kills
Summary: Charlie fumbled with the card in her hand as she looked at the discrete brownstone in front of her wondering if this was indeed the place. She swallows and pockets the card, this was a terrible idea. In fact, it was one of the worst ideas that she had ever had. She had watched enough procedural cop shows, and political intrigues to know that coming to a place like this was basically asking to be blackmailed or extorted. She still had time to change her mind and go home.
Disclaimer: I don't own glee.
Charlie fumbled with the card in her hand as she looked at the discrete brownstone in front of her wondering if this was indeed the place. She swallows and pockets the card, this was a terrible idea. In fact, it was one of the worst ideas that she had ever had. She had watched enough procedural cop shows, and political intrigues to know that coming to a place like this was basically asking to be blackmailed or extorted. She still had time to change her mind and go home.
Maybe she should just go home and pretend that she hadn't been handed this card and thought that showing up was a good idea. She had been curious but curiosity killed cats, or something. "It's perfectly okay to stay at home with a tub of ice cream and watch reruns of Law and Order SVU," she mumbled. Yet instead of turning around and marching back to her car she approaches the door and knocks on it. "Bad idea, really bad idea," she repeats over and over again. The urge, no the burning desire to run fills her to the very core. She waits for a few more seconds before taking a step back. "Well, I tried something new. Didn't work out. Now people can't say that I'm predictable."
It's only when Charlie begins to turn around to make her way back to her car, when the door swings open, revealing a slightly shorter woman. A gorgeous woman. A very gorgeous woman, in fact she was the most beautiful woman that Charlie had ever seen. A goddess amongst mortals and she was very mortal.
"It's always amusing to watch first time prospective clients stand at my doorstep and panic. Though I have to give you credit. It takes someone quite special, to simply walk up and knock on my door. Most people pace for a few moments before finally caving."
"I—uh," Carlie stammers, going a deep red as her tongue fumbles around uselessly in her mouth. "Hi?" she squeaked, and it was rewarded with laughter from the goddess in front of her. So maybe she hadn't made a mistake. She definitely hadn't made a mistake this was the best decision of her life. "I'm—uh Charlie. Fabray. Charlie Fabray—I think." She's rewarded with a quirked brow and she flushes instantaneously.
"You think?"
"Know. I know. That's my name. Charlie Reagan Fabray, my dad loved Ronald Reagan and he didn't have any sons. So, I mean it could have been worse. I mean I could be Ronnie Reagan Fabray. I think my mom talked him out of it when I was born." Charlie blurted out, telling this woman her entire life story. She should have thought ahead, perhaps used a pseudonym.
"Relax."
Charlie nods and immediately shuts her mouth. That hadn't been a suggestion, she could already tell and the pleased smile on her goddess's face made her happy. She quickly stumbles forward when the woman motions for her to come inside. There would be no turning back for her and she knew it. It didn't matter if this woman extorted her for everything she had. She didn't care. She could already tell that it would be worth it.
"Sit." The woman says pointing at a couch in a tastefully decorated living room.
Charlie sits immediately. She didn't want to upset this woman and this was what she was here for. Though she couldn't help but wonder if it would be rude to ask her for a name. She was quite fine with referring to her as a goddess in her mind but still.
"Why aren't you the little submissive. For now, and only for now you may call me Rosario. If I agree to take you on as my client then you will refer to me as Ma'am or Mistress Cruz. Do you understand?" Santana asked as she moved to the coffee table and poured Charlie a cup of tea.
Charlie swallows, "What do you mean if you agree to take me on as a client?" Charlie pressed, and immediately looked down her cheeks burning bright red.
Santana studied the blonde in front of her, she really was a nervous wreck with the fidgeting and the blushing. It was obvious that this Charlie person was new at this. "Cream? Sugar? Help yourself to the cookies if you want." Santana motions at the tray. This was good, she needed to get her to relax. She watches as Charlie turns to look at the offered snack before reaching for a cookie after another quick glance at her to make sure it was alright. She had definitely hit the jackpot with this one. "Yes, if I choose you to be a client. I understand you came to me, but quite frankly that doesn't mean that I am uniquely qualified to help you. We may not mesh, or you may be into something that I simply do not offer as a service. Also, I am free to terminate our arrangement at any time, for whatever the reason and I expect you to be able to handle it and move on."
Charlie nods quickly, she understood and she really hoped that Rosario could help her. "Yes—of course."
"Also understand that I am not a prostitute," Santana said taking another sip of her tea and studying the woman in front of her. "You are paying for a service, and that service is not sex."
"Of course," Charlie repeated, she knew this. She didn't want a prostitute. Though if she was honest the idea of Miss Cruz having sex with her wasn't an unwanted fantasy.
Santana quirked an eyebrow, she rarely found people this agreeable, so clearly, she simply had a fetish that needed to be taken care of. "Well now that some of the formalities are out of the way, the ball is in your court Ms. Fabray. What do you need?"
"The recipe to these cookies would be nice—" Charlie trailed off and immediately her cheeks were several shades redder. "I'm sorry," she said in a pleading tone almost immediately. She was attempting to be charming and funny and it certainly wasn't going that well. She didn't want to blow her chance with Rosario Cruz.
Santana quirked a brow again, Charlie was clearly an odd person but she needed to keep this on point. "Charlie, I need you to understand that I truly don't enjoy repeating myself, but since you are new to this I will make an exception to that rule. What do you need?" She needed to keep her tone cool and to the point and she watched as Charlie looked up and her face went even redder.
"I want—" Charlie swallows, "I need you to punish me. I—hurt me, humiliate me—" She takes a shaky breath before continuing. "That's why I'm here—I need you to punish me."
Santana takes another sip of her tea, pretending to think about it. Charlie squirmed in her seat. Oh, the fun that she could have with this one. It was obvious that she was a natural submissive. Many of her clients would like to posture, pretend that they were something that they weren't, and perhaps in her professional life she needed to be something she wasn't. Who knew what her reason was, she had come here for a release that she clearly wasn't getting anywhere else. She crossed her legs again, "So simple." Santana mused out loud for a moment. "Five hundred now, and five hundred when we're done. If I decide to keep you as a client then we'll discuss alternative forms of payment."
Charlie's throat went dry and she nods, this was an audition and she hoped that Mistress Cruz would be pleased enough to keep her around. It didn't matter how expensive these sessions were she could definitely afford them. She reaches into her wallet and pulls out five crisp hundred dollar bills and hold them out for who she hoped would be her mistress.
Santana motioned for Charlie to put the money on the table, she had come prepared that was good. With a bit of effort, she got up watching as Charlie's head snapped up eagerly. "Come along," she orders before turning away from Charlie and heading down to the basement of the brownstone. "For now, we will operate on the traffic light system, until I know you better and discover what you truly need," Santana informs Charlie. "Red for stop, yellow for slow down and green for continue."
"Yes ma'am," Charlie agrees immediately following Rosario down the stairs. Her mouth goes dry as they enter the dungeon. There was padding on a few of the walls to muffle sound and a mirror so she could watch as her mistress did things to her. She pauses, staring at the open space before hearing her mistress clear her throat. Her cheeks turn a light pink and she swallows and follows her mistress into a second room. A room that was filled with implements that her mistress could use to punish her and she couldn't help but be distracted as she went to check them over. She had wanted to purchase things like this but had always been to scared. She reached out to touch the bullwhip when her mistress's voice stopped her.
"Is there anything in particular you're interested in? Something you've always wanted to try or are you a complete novice?" Santana asked raising a brow.
"I—um—well, I mean I've always liked it a bit rough in the bedroom but I never knew how to talk to my partner about you know—doing stuff like this. Like she got really weirded out that I liked being called names during you know—we broke up. Not because of that but because we weren't compatible." Charlie gulps. "So, to answer your question ma'am I am a novice, and that's why I want to try everything."
Santana had to resist the urge from licking her lips, someone who was giving her as free reign as possible, it was both dangerous and exhilarating. There was nothing like testing out someone's boundaries. "I see, which means that I need to stress you the importance of telling me what's on your mind. Do not think that trying to act tough will impress me, it won't. You need to be completely honest with yourself and more importantly with me. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes ma'am," Charlie says nodding her head that made sense. She shivers when she realizes that she's being studied and she shifts uncomfortably. "I promise I'll tell you if I can't handle it and use the red-light green-light system."
"Good, now strip." Santana orders, she needed to see what she was working with
"I—uh—oh wow we're really doing this," Charlie mumbles and quickly begins to shimmy out of her clothes.
Santana waited patiently and tried to keep her face neutral and unimpressed as Charlie pulled off her pants, revealing a shaved pussy that was already dripping wet. Well someone was clearly enjoying herself. "You know I could just tell that you were a repressed slut," Santana commented.
Charlie flushed and swallowed, "I am ma'am," Charlie mumbles. "I'm sorry please punish me."
"Fine, get on your knees."
Charlie hesitates for a moment and shifts instead, "Um—"
Santana raised a brow, most people who got here would be on their knees kissing her boots or crawling around begging for her to punish them. She had a job, and she wasn't sure what was behind this act of defiance, it wasn't as if Charlie was staring at her with defiant eyes or anything of the sort. "Don't think that I get a thrill out of disobedient submissives. No dominant likes dealing with brats. I told you that I don't like repeating myself, and yet here I am doing so again. Get. On. Your. Knees."
Charlie hesitates for a moment longer, still unsure of whether this was a good idea. She could still walk out, it was just a thousand dollars. To her it was a drop in the bucket, but the idea of opening herself up to someone like this. Someone that she didn't know terrified the crap out of her. "I—yes ma'am," Charlie mumbles finally falling to her knees. It felt right, being like this and wrong at the same time. She needed to pull herself together. This was just a business transaction, but this wasn't what she really wanted. She didn't just want to be a business transaction.
Santana raised a brow and raised one of her feet, holding up her mid-thigh leather boot. "Kiss it and apologize. Apologize for making me repeat myself again," Santana commanded. She tilted her head to the side when Charlie didn't quite move and get to it. So instead she decided to wait, nothing would continue until Charlie did as she was told.
Charlie stared at the boot for a moment, refusing to look Santana in the eye before leaning forward and kissing the boot, pressing her lips against the leather. "I'm sorry Mistress, please punish me. Please, I'm sorry."
Santana smirks, better, this was far better and she pulls her foot away, "Stay, dripping and wet, but if you make a mess on my floors then you will be lapping it up." Santana informs her as she picks up a riding crop. She would start slow and work her way up to find out just how much the blonde in front of her could take. Then she would be able to focus on that slowly pushing against her boundaries. It was a fine line and she never crossed it, that didn't mean that she didn't tap it at times. She hums absentmindedly and also picks up a whip and turns to Charlie dangling it in front of her. She can't even be bothered to hide the smirk this time as the submissive in front of her swallows. "How many of these do you think you can take?"
Charlie stared at the whip carefully, "Ten? I think I'll be able to take ten." she offered, she wasn't quite sure but from the look of it—she would definitely be feeling that for a few days. "Ma'am," Charlie adds when her mistress narrows her eyes at her.
"Brave," Santana mumbles before walking behind Charlie. "Don't move," the words are simple and this time Charlie obeys without hesitation. "If it's too much what do you say?"
"Red light," Charlie responds immediately.
"If you need me to slow down?"
"Yellow light."
"And if you're okay and want more?" Santana asked using the riding crop to tease between Charlie's legs. She watches as the woman in front of her begins to hump back absentmindedly. Oh, she needed it badly. A sight like this was almost enough for Santana to stop what she was doing and take one of the biggest strapons that she could find and just slam it home. Charlie was certainly wet enough and giving her client exactly what she needed.
"Green light," Charlie gasps, her hands curling into fists to stop herself from begging her mistress to fuck her. She hadn't paid for a prostitute, but maybe she should have. Because at this moment in time, she definitely wanted more than just a spanking.
Santana raises a brow, resisting the urge to simply start at the utterance of green light. She needed to make sure that this was what Charlie wanted. "And how do you feel now?" Santana asked.
"Oh god," Charlie whimpered as Santana flicked her wrist and the crop caught her clit just right, she nearly orgasmed right there. "Green light. Punish me, please. I need you to punish—" She yelped when the first smack with the riding crop crashed against one of her butt cheeks and immediately clenched up. The pain felt delicious.
Santana smirked, that one had been in surprise and she so enjoyed the sound that Charlie had made. She runs the crop against Charlie's ass carefully, teasing her making the blonde woman impatient before bringing the crop down once again hard onto Charlie's ass. This time she didn't get that delectable sound again and she frowns before deciding to just get into it and do her job, as she begins to slowly spank Charlie's ass turning it from it's pasty white color to an angry red. She pauses after a moment and pulls back, Charlie hadn't made a sound for a while now. She tilts her head ever so slightly, she hadn't managed to break her. She hadn't managed to get her to start crying and begging like she knew that she could. "Charlie?"
"Green light, ma'am." Charlie said finally swallowing and turning to look at her mistress who eyed her carefully and she shivers in anticipation as her mistress returns to the wall tossing the crop onto a table nearby. It hadn't hurt, in fact it wasn't anywhere near enough. She swallows and immediately faces forward when her mistress picks up the whip.
Santana glanced back at the novice in front of her and then down at the whip again, she had noticed her watching. This was what she wanted, she wanted to test her mettle and while it was admirable she needed to remind her of who was in charge. She immediately places the whip down and grabs the cane. She doesn't give Charlie any warning and instead brings the cane down hard across both cheeks and she shivers at the yelp that Charlie gives her, it wasn't one of surprise this time it was exactly the sound she had been waiting for. "There's a good slut," she murmurs loud enough for Charlie to hear before bringing the cane down again onto Charlie's ass raising the welts.
Normally this would probably be it for her other clients but this time Charlie moaned, loudly. It was nearly enough to get her to stop, the slut was getting turned on by this. She had definitely hit the jackpot with this one, unfortunately she hadn't met her in private life. To Charlie Fabray, if that was her real name something that she seriously doubted, she would just be a professional dominatrix, that was paid to bring her to— from the sounds that Charlie was making she was getting off on this. She enjoyed it, and from the sounds of it she was getting close to an orgasm or begging to be fucked, she wasn't quite sure which.
Charlie moaned again, and resisted the urge to reach down and touch herself. She had never been more turned on in her life. The pain was simply exquisite. This was what she had been missing in her sex life. This was what she had needed and she needed just a bit more and—
"Will you look at the time, sessions over," Santana said abruptly moving to stand in front of Charlie who was panting like a bitch in heat. Santana pushed the thought aside immediately, not wanting to think about Charlie with a tail and little puppy ears begging her with those little whimpers and— "Get dressed. You can use the bathroom to freshen up if you wish."
"Another hour—please I just need more, I'm—" Charlie babbled in a needy tone, it hadn't felt like an hour. She had definitely paid for an hour.
Santana smirked, "I know, you just need me to touch your clit once and get you off, that's what you want isn't it?" Charlie whimpers and she can't help but reach under her and pinch a nipple causing her to whimper and arch her back into it for more. She was going to make some dominant extremely happy once she found someone. "Answer the question."
"Yes, fuck yes. I'm sorry mistress, I'm sorry I just need—" Charlie's jaw dropped and she whimpered louder as Santana twisted her nipple.
"Well, that's not why you're here now is it? You're here to be punished. You're here to be my dutiful little slut, and do whatever it is that I ask of you not a cum-hungry whore," Santana informs Charlie bluntly. The words having their intended effect immediately as Charlie's eyes glaze over. "So, I'm going to give you a real punishment, till the next time we meet you can touch yourself, you can fuck that little pussy all you want, but don't you dare cum."
"Wha—?" Charlie asked as Santana pulled away.
"Until you see me again, you can't cum. Of course, if this wasn't to your satisfaction and you plan on making this a one-time thing then cum all you want. But if you plan on seeing me again—"
"When." Charlie interrupts and then shrinks back a bit after realizing she not only sounded desperate but she had also interrupted her mistress. "I'm sorry," she mumbles.
"My next available session is in about two weeks," Santana lied watching as Charlie's eyes bugged for a moment and she whimpered helplessly. "Should I pencil you in?"
Charlie swallows and nods. Two weeks? This was going to be hell on Earth, "Yes ma'am." Charlie whimpered.
Santana smirks and pats Charlie on the head. "Good girl, now put your clothes on and freshen up, place the rest of the money on the coffee table before you leave." Santana informed Charlie straightening up. "Let me check my calendar and I'll pencil you in for a date."
"Yes ma'am," Charlie responds, ignoring the sullen note in her voice. "Three hours?" Charlie asks. "A three-hour session?" She clarifies and squirms under Santana's gaze. "Ma'am," she adds quickly.
"We'll see what I have available," Santana says and gets up as Charlie quickly gathers her clothes that are around her. She would need to teach her manners, proper respect, the position that she needed to be in but this woman was going to be a pleasure to work with until she found a relationship that worked for her.