Title: A Lover's Carousel (2/2)
Author: only_because3/jeytonbrucasnaley
Rating: M
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn + Santana
Warning: We got some kinky sex happening
Author's note: So sorry this took so long! I needed to get my big bang rough draft done and then ya know, life got in the way. But never fear, readers, I've got your porn done! I kind of lose POV towards the end (or it jumps a lot) but meh. I'm done with this. Thanks to Az for reading it over and being my soundboard and I hope you all enjoy!


Quinn nods and then Santana is guiding her head to Rachel's breast, squeezing the back of her neck while her other hand cups Rachel between her legs. "Takes her nipple into your mouth but don't bite or use your tongue." The moment Quinn's lips wrapped around the painfully hard flesh, Santana slips two fingers into both girls, smirking triumphantly when Rachel pulls at her restraints. Quinn gasps, her mouth quivering but ultimately not doing anything Santana instructed her not to. She doesn't get any verbal praise this time but Santana thrusts her fingers not nearly as fast as Quinn would like but it's better than the completely still hand inside of Rachel.

The brunette's chest starts heaving harder and the moment Rachel lifts her hips in hopes of getting Santana to move inside her, Santana pulls out. "My fingers not good enough, Berry?" Rachel doesn't say anything, just whines and wiggles her hips a little. Quinn groans when Santana pulls out of her too and the slap she receives on her ass stings a lot more than the others due to Santana's wet fingers. "Bite," Santana instructs. "Hard." Quinn looks up at Rachel the best she can before she does as she's told, releasing the hold on Rachel's hard nipple when her girlfriend cries out. Santana shakes her head and laces her fingers through Quinn's hair, yanking her up by the golden locks. "I never told you to stop biting." The crop finds its way into Santana's hand once more and the only thing Quinn can do is watch as she delivers four strikes to Rachel's oversensitized breast. The first two produce strangled whimpers as Rachel tries to stay quiet but by the last slap of leather on skin, Rachel's moaning and her hips move in search of anything.

Santana smirks and gets off the bed, taking Quinn with her. "Bend your knees," she tells Rachel and then she shoves Quinn, forcing her to lay down between her girlfriend's spread legs. She's just far enough that she can't touch Rachel but she's completely overwhelmed by the smell of her and she can't believe what all this play has been doing to Rachel. Nails rake down her back and she moans embarrassingly loud. "She's only that wet because you finally gave her what she wanted. Isn't that right, Rachel?" Santana delivers ten smacks to Quinn's ass with her palm, eyes locked with Rachel's every time.

The blonde tries to squirm away but Santana grips the cuffs around Quinn's wrists to keep her from going far. "Tell me," Santana says as she shakes her hand out, admiring just how red Quinn's ass is. "How wet is your girlfriend now?"

Both girls groan and Quinn licks her lips before breathing out, "Baby, you're dripping."

Rachel whines and Santana laughs. "See, if you'd learn how to exercise some patience," she starts, the last word punctuated with another harsh slap to Quinn's ass, this time with the crop, "this could be you right now."

Quinn squeezes her thighs together with every blow she receives. She gets fifteen more, Santana makes Rachel count them out loud, each one differing in severity. Some are barely a tap while others actually hurt but not in a way that makes her want it to stop because even though her ass feels like it's on fire, it still feels so good.

"God," Rachel groans when Santana's done and there is no way the brunette isn't actually aching for someone to touch her. Quinn's never seen Rachel this wet before, so completely soaked that even the sheet beneath her is wet, and it must be driving her insane that she can't even press her legs together. "Santana, please."

Santana quirks an eyebrow, pressing herself flush against Quinn's ass and perching her chin in her hand as she pushes the blonde further into the mattress. "Please what, Rachel? Please touch you?" she asks, ghosting her fingers up the inside of her leg, stopping once she gets to mid thigh. "Please spank you? Please let you cum?" Rachel nods her head eagerly, another plea for nothing specific escaping her lips. Santana shakes her head and pushes herself up, gripping Quinn's hips tightly when she stands. "Well not everything is about you. And Quinn here, she took that last beating like a big girl." She pats Quinn's hips and then grips the crop in her hand, backing up to make sure she has enough room. "Which is why if you can make it through twenty more strikes, I'll let you cum, okay?"

"Yes," Quinn practically moans, and god, the twenty are so much harder than the fifteen were. She can only imagine just how red her ass is right now, how raw it is, but she's not sure she's ever been this turned on before. It doesn't matter that she's almost positive she'll have problems sitting down for days after this because she's so on edge right now that all it would take is Santana just touching her between her legs and she'd call apart.

The last strike is the hardest and she actually yelps, squeezing her eyes shut as she feels Santana pause behind her. Rachel pulls at the restraints more forcefully than she has before, her foot inching towards Quinn's shoulders when the brunette realizes that's the only thing she can do. Quinn takes two deep breaths to calm herself down and then presents her ass a little better. "May I have one more?"

The other girls breathe out and then Santana kisses the skin between her shoulder blades before giving her ass a solid slap. "Good girl," Santana whispers, dropping down to her knees behind her best friend. She prods her legs open a little wider and then takes Quinn's ass in her hands, squeezing as she drags her tongue along Quinn's slit, allowing herself to play at her entrance. Quinn shoves herself against Santana's face, something she'd probably be self conscious about any other time (desperate is not a good look) but she doesn't care right now because yes, Santana is giving her exactly what she needs. Lips wrap around her and Santana sucks crudely before pulling back, licking her lips.

"Damn," she mutters under her breath, lightly slapping Quinn's ass. It makes her keen on the bed and Santana smiles as she digs through the bag she brought. She drops the harness on Rachel's stomach and the couple's eyes widen. "If I let you wear this, do you promise to follow the rules?" Rachel nods so enthusiastically Santana's surprised she doesn't get whiplash.

"I promise," Rachel reassures, watching as Santana releases Quinn's wrists. Santana rubs Quinn's shoulders as she gets used to letting them relax again before Santana tells the blonde to help get Rachel in the harness. It's a little difficult to make sure everything's tight enough but they get Rachel strapped in and then Quinn's left practically bouncing next to her girlfriend as Santana surveys their work.

"Did you like watching me touch your girlfriend, Rachel? Are you so filthy that knowing I know what Quinn tastes like, makes your pussy ache?" She tries to squeeze her legs together but Santana slaps her thigh, shaking her head. "Good things come to those who wait," she drawls, lighting tapping Rachel's breast with the leather. "To the hilt but then no moving."

Quinn straddles Rachel's hips, the toy between her legs brushing up against her cunt deliciously and she has to restrain herself from simply grinding against the toy. She grips the toy in her fist, surprised by just how wet it is, and then guides it in, her head lolling to the side once she's flush with Rachel.

"Fuck," Rachel groans, nails digging into her palms so she won't lift her hips. Quinn looks at her through heavy lids, pale skin covered in a light sheen of sweat and her hair looks like a rat's nest from being pulled. Her chest heaves with each breath and this is absolutely insane because Rachel's not sure she's ever wanted to fuck Quinn more than she does right now.

Santana takes off the garter belt, her panties joining the fabric on the floor and then she places a thigh on either side of Rachel's head. "Eat me. You may move the best you can as long as you don't stop until I say so."

It surprises her just how quickly and eagerly Rachel leans up, lapping at the wet heat between Santana's legs. She does this thing with her tongue that Santana can't quite comprehend before a moan tears through her throat. She claws one of Rachel's breasts when she does it again and Santana looks up to see Quinn smirking at her with dark eyes.

"Fuck yourself," she breathes out. She presses herself more firmly against Rachel's face, the brunette now working her tongue in and out of Santana as she lamely tries thrusting into Quinn. Rachel doesn't have any leverage in this position and though the thought of torturing Quinn like that is tempting, Quinn's earned the right to fun.

She almost laughs when Quinn moans a thank you before unabashedly sliding up and down on the toy, but the sight of Quinn fucking herself like she'll die if she doesn't get off paired with the way Rachel's sucking on her clit causes Santana to cry out, her nails digging into tan skin as she drenches Rachel's face.

Maybe she'll tell Quinn that she doesn't have to buy her that new coat in thanks because this might even surpass the threesome she had with Mike and Brittany freshmen year of college.

Rachel keeps going, even after she's completely milked Santana for everything she's got and Santana pushes herself off, collapsing on the bed next to the couple as she fights to breathe in the corset that, she realizes now, was such a stupid idea. "Stop," she breathes out, slapping Quinn's ass when she tries to get in one more thrust. "Stand next to the bed." Quinn whimpers as the toy slips out of her and then blushes once she can take a full look at Rachel. The fake cock is soaked in Quinn's juices, her breasts littered with angry red scratches and half moons, her face covered in so much of Santana's cum that what she can't reach with her tongue drips down her neck.

"Oh, baby," she whispers, unconsciously licking her lips as Santana stands up.

"Get me out of this thing," she says and Quinn unlaces the black ribbon before helping Santana pull the corset over her head. "Finally." She takes two deep breaths and then puts her hands on her hips, turning to face Rachel. "Do you want to cum?"

"Yes," Rachel croaks and that evil smile returns to Santana's face.

"Quinn, release your girlfriend while I take off the harness." Rachel watches as Santana runs her tongue along the length of the toy before taking it in her mouth, head bobbing a few times as Santana stares up at her through her lashes.

Her arms fall limply against the mattress and, god, now that Quinn's this close she can smell her and see her wetness trailing down the inside of her thighs.

Santana pulls off her with a pop, loosening the straps as she licks her lips. "If you can make it through fifty lashes, I'll let you cum and get Quinn off."

"Okay," Rachel exhales, squeezing her thighs together to try and alleviate the throbbing. Santana moves to sit on the side of the bed and pats her lap, the brunette laying across her bent knees quickly. "Watch and count, Quinn."

The first few spanks are nothing more than teasing. They sting but she wants more and when Quinn says six, Santana's hand comes down harder, her fingers spread, sending the pain across her flesh like a spider web.

"Yes," she moans, lifting her ass a little higher in anticipation of the next blow.

"Look at you," Santana spits, her hand coming down harder still as Quinn says seven. "So eager to be put in your place." At ten, Santana pauses, running her fingers through Rachel's folds, pushing her thumb inside the brunette as she pulls at Rachel's hair. "You're such a fucking pervert. I'm redding your ass and your cunt is sopping." The grip on her hair tightens and the next ten spanks are quick, barely any time between them for Rachel to catch her breath. It's a whole different sensation now that Santana's fingers are covered in her own cum, and it makes her twitch against Santana's lap, thankful that she hasn't been forbidden to speak because she's positive that she's mewling like a cat in heat.

"On your hands and knees, Berry," Santana says, telling Quinn to come stand beside her.

It's somehow even more unnerving now that she can't see either of her partners. The air is cool against her hot ass and there's a rush of cold air before the crop collides with her skin. Her cheeks clench which make her ass throb even more and she bites her lip to stop herself from screaming as she takes the next ten.

"You think you can handle more," Santana asks, the next hit lighter than the last but the sting feels the same. Santana's literally never played with someone who loves this as much as Rachel does. By now, the safeword is usually thrown out but every time Rachel inches away, she comes back, her hips wiggling in anticipation of the next blow.

"Yes ma'am," Rachel groans, bowing her back as her ass rises.

Santana surprises her, the next four hits landing where ass meets thigh and Rachel's pretty sure she can hear Quinn moan after that. When they reach forty, she's aching in every possible way. Her ass and thighs burn and quake and her pussy literally hurts from neglect. She can feel herself dripping down her legs and when Santana says, "You're going to spank her now," she practically growls.

"What," Quinn squeaks and Santana is slipping her hand through the loop at the end of the riding crop, pressing it in her palm.

"Rachel doesn't get to cum, you don't get to cum, until she gets ten more blows." Santana sits down on the edge of the bed, rubbing her hands over the bright red skin as she looks at Quinn. "C'mon blondie. Ten hits and you can sit on her face."

Quinn looks down at the crop in her hand, shaking her head. "I..."

"Oh my god," Rachel whines, dropping her head down to her hand which just puts her on display even more.

Santana runs her nails down Rachel's cheeks before getting up and wrapping her hand around Quinn's wrist. "You watched me give her plenty. Hit her." Quinn is tense in her arms and it's awkward to mime the motion but Santana forces Quinn's arm back and then forward, the leather gold star hitting Rachel square on the ass. The brunette purrs, muttering thank you over and over under her breath. Santana drops away from her. "Again." She wouldn't even call the next hit a blow. It's barely even a tap and that is not what Santana wants. "Harder," she bitches, her hand colliding with Quinn's ass. It makes the blonde jump a little but the next hit with the crop is the hardest yet.

Rachel cries on the fifth hit and Quinn immediately lets the crop hang from her wrist. Even though Santana is telling her to do it again, just like that, it's not until Rachel whines, "Please, baby," that she allows herself to grip the crop.

By the last hit, Santana's moved back by Rachel, her own hand slapping one side of Rachel's ass as the leather marks the other. She chuckles, gripping the flesh. "On your back, Rachel."

The sheet burns against her skin, even more so when Santana loops her arms under her thighs to bring her flush with her face, but then Quinn's looking down at her, familiar taste and smell right there in front of her, and god, all of the waiting, all of the spanks were worth it.

Santana's nails dig into her hipbones as Quinn reaches back to twist the nipple she had bitten earlier, her own tongue fluttering over sensitive skin as Santana's pushes inside her. If this were any other occasion, she'd be embarrassed by how quickly she's at the edge, everything pulling tight in her stomach, but she's just been through the most wonderfully torturous foreplay ever and she really just can't help the way she bucks relentlessly against Santana's face. She can feel a laugh against her skin and Quinn pulls at her hair, trying to push her closer. She wants to keep going, she does, but she can't keep any sort of rhythm once Santana sucks her clit into her mouth as she shoves three fingers inside her.

She screams against Quinn's wet skin, her girlfriend rolling her hips against her face twice before she curls, her whole body going breathless.

Santana rests her head on Rachel's thigh, all three girls heaving. "Holy hell," she says, the smile obvious in her voice.

Rachel laughs and reaches down, threading her fingers through Santana's hair, her other hand clapping Quinn's thigh. "Best Valentine's day ever."