Rachel knew why she did this. She did it for Quinn. Quinn needed it. Quinn needed to feel in control. Quinn needed the power. Rachel liked it. She liked Quinn's harsh commands with the contradicting tender touches. She liked seeing the blonde climb through her window a couple a times a week before sneaking back out. She liked the few lingering seconds after they finished that Quinn would just look at her. Those were the times Rachel fooled herself into thinking that Quinn loved her.
"Take your clothes off," Quinn quirked an eyebrow as she dropped a duffel bag by the window and walked to the door to lock it.
Rachel did as she was told and put her neatly folded clothes on the nightstand.
Quinn licked her lips at Rachel's lean body. She loved the tan color and how it was always smooth despite an unfortunate nickname she had saddled the poor girl with a few months prior. "Lay down."
Again the songstress did was she was told, resting her head against her pillow.
The blonde ran her fingers lightly over the skin of Rachel's stomach recognizing the marks she left when she was there the night before. Quinn Fabray hickeys were hard to get rid of and impossible to forget. Quinn had marked her territory. Rachel was hers.
Quinn dropped her jacket on the floor and stripped off her white cami, leaving her gray running shorts. She paused to look at herself in Rachel's vanity. She had to say she was pleased with her post baby body that she'd honed back to near perfection. Then she swung her leg on the other side of Rachel, straddling the brunette. She leaned down and pressed their bodies together, her lips claiming Rachel's, biting and sucking on them until they were swollen and flushed.
The blonde rolled her hips forward and closed her eyes as she started to grind them together.
Rachel's hands went to Quinn's back, caressing the skin under her fingertips. At first she was hesitant to even touch Quinn. However she'd found out that touching certain places on the blonde was permitted.
Quinn brought her hand up to Rachel's nipple. The diva moaned as Quinn rolled the sensitive nub between her fingers. The pleasure and the pain she was getting from this was an incredible turn on.
"You're mine," Quinn growled against Rachel's lips, "Got it?"
Rachel slowly opened her eyes and looked into Quinn's eyes as she nodded. Her back arched as Quinn squeezed her nipple again.
"You do not belong to Jesse," Quinn moved down Rachel's body and flicked her tongue over the nipple she'd been taunting. Then she moved to the other one, taking it into her mouth and sucking hard.
"Only you," Rachel panted, resisting the urge to wrap her fingers in Quinn's hair. Instead she tucked them under her pillow.
Quinn moved down and kissed around Rachel's stomach as she started to lightly stroke Rachel's opening with her thumb. "You do not belong to Puck."
Rachel knew she was supposed to answer, but she was biting her lip to keep from moaning loud enough to wake her dads. Finally Quinn looked up, practically forcing her to answer with an intense gaze. Rachel finally panted, "I'm yours."
Quinn came back up and captured Rachel's lips again as she eased two fingers into the shorter girl. Rachel clutched the pillow under her head trying not to make any noises. Quinn trailed kisses down her jaw and on the hollow of her throat, the only part of Rachel's body Quinn wouldn't mark. She cherished the beautiful instrument and showered Rachel's neck with gentle kisses. "You do not belong to Finn."
The tender kisses teamed with the way Quinn's fingers were started to pick up the pace were about to send Rachel over the edge. She knew that she had to affirm Quinn's statement before the blonde would allow that to happen though.
"Just you," Rachel closed her eyes and watched as Quinn let out a smug smirk.
The blonde let her thumb brush against Rachel's clit seeming accidentally before she did it again. The sight of Rachel coming was something that Quinn loved and she wasn't sure she could delay it anymore. So she added a third finger and pumped faster.
Rachel's back arched and she bit her lip, trying to keep a scream in. Instead she whispered, "Oh god Quinn." The strained look of pleasure all over Rachel's body turned Quinn on more than everything else put together.
As soon as Rachel could breathe again, she sat up and got onto her knees. She knew the drill. Although her legs were still unsteady because of the mind-erasing orgasm Quinn just settled over her, she was still doing this for Quinn.
She quickly ridded Quinn of her cotton shorts and wasted no time teasing the blonde. Her mouth clamped down on the blonde's clit and Quinn had to put a pillow over her face to muffle the moan. After a few weeks of this, Rachel knew all of the things she could do to drive Quinn crazy. Rachel ran her tongue up Quinn's slit, moaning at how wet Quinn had become.
It didn't take long for Quinn to climax. When she did, Rachel helped her ride it out to the fullest before rolling onto her back. She tilted her head up and saw Quinn's chest rise and fall as she tried to catch her breath.
Rachel fought a smile. She was the only one that got to see Quinn like this and it seemed like a huge privilege. Quinn, for the moment, was unguarded and vulnerable.
However, the moment passed. Quinn rolled out of the bed and got dressed again. Rachel wanted to open her mouth and stop her from leaving, but couldn't make a sound. She just watched as Quinn put her clothes back on and soundlessly hopped opened the window.
The blonde glanced over her shoulder at Rachel who was moving up her bed to the pillow. As she settled her head on the pillow, Rachel looked back at her. At the look, Quinn swallowed hard and her chest felt like it was going to cave in on itself. Not only did Rachel look beautiful, she also looked concerned. That was not something she expected from the diva. After what they had been doing for the past few weeks, she expected something akin to indifference or apathy. After all she was using Rachel and they both knew it.
Quinn finally looked away and hopped out of the window, dropping to the ground with a dull thud. She didn't even bother to close the window. She just walked to her car that was parked at the park down the street. She always felt predatory before she got to Rachel's house. Then when she got there, she felt safe and content. However when she felt, she always felt like shit.