Here's part two of the story I started, it was really fun to write so I hope you like it :D
"We're going to have fun tonight." Brittany's hot breath tingles in Santana's ear, and she has to inhale sharply because for a moment there she could hardly breath. "Aren't we honey?" Santana feels a tug as her hair gets pulled back to jerk her face upwards. She finds herself looking at Brittany, who looks as perfect as usual.
"Yes mistress."
"Did I tell you to speak?" Santana knows that her response should be to shake her head and possibly apologise, but her argumentative side won't allow it.
"But you asked me a question..." She gets cut of by a sharp smack delivered to her butt, making her close her mouth and curse her uncontrollable tongue.
"A question that you should have answered with a nod." Brittany points out. "You know the rule about speaking." Santana gets it right and nods this time. The rule is simple-speak only when she's been given permission. "Do you remember when you got hot sauce on your tongue because you couldn't keep that pretty mouth of yours shut?" Santana shudders and nods again, remembering the burn, which was intense even for someone brought up on spicy food like her. "And you don't want that again do you?" Santana shakes her head, her eyes starting to roam over Brittany's body, taking in her full breasts and slim thighs, and reminding herself how lucky she is.
"Eyes on the floor slave." Santana, with an encouraging push from Brittany, returns to her original position, now only able to see Brittany's feet, and fantasise about the rest of her of course. One of Brittany's hands slides slowly down Santana's body until it reaches her wet pussy. She rubs back and forth, allowing her plentiful juices to coat her hand.
"You're so wet baby." She comments, allowing one of her fingers to gently stroke the Latina's slit. "I bet I could make you come without even touching you." Santana's whole body trembles with anticipation. Her thighs ache and her feet have started to go numb from being on her knees for so long, but right now it's worth every second. She whimpers when Brittany's hands leave her body and the blonde stands up, leaving her field of vision.
Music comes on, it's slow and sensual, and Santana vaguely recognises it but doesn't know the name. She can feel the bass pounding through the floor where she's kneeling, sending vibrations through her body.
"You know what slave? I'm really tired tonight." No! Santana manages to resist saying anything but on the inside she's screaming. She's been celibate for an eternity, waited forever on her knees and got all worked up only to be greeted with a disappointment. "So if you want this to happen you're going to have to make it worth my while, understand?" Santana nods eagerly, happy to do whatever Brittany asks her. "You might even have to wear the gag." Brittany pushes, seeing how far her lover is willing to take things. "Would you be okay with that Slave?" Santana hesitates for a moment before nodding again
"Good girl." Brittany is by her side again, stroking some stray strands of hair back from her face and planting a kiss on her cheek. "Up." She commands. Santana gets to her feet, struggling to keep her balance after being in a cramped position for so long. She keeps her head down until Brittany puts a finger under her chin and lifts her face so that Santana's looking up into her eyes. "Pretty girl." She smiles. "Go get the gag."
Santana turns and goes to the drawer where she knows it's kept. The gag is one of those things she has a bit of a love-hate relationship with. On the one hand, she doesn't like the undignified way it makes her drool and she feels vulnerable when she's wearing it. If it were anyone else, she'd probably refuse, but when she's with Brittany and she knows she's safe, some part of her feeds off the vulnerability forced onto her.
She brings it back to Brittany, who tells her to hold up her hair as she fastens it around her head. Santana releases her hair to tumble down around her shoulders, hiding the strap. Brittany instructs her to turn around so she can look at her. "That gag looks so pretty on you." Brittany smiles. Watching Santana's thick, pouting lips stretched around a gag never fails to turn her on. "It makes me wet just looking at you." Santana's lips twitch into what would be a smile, were it not for the obstruction in her mouth.
"Lie on the bed." Brittany orders, standing up to make space for her. The Latina hops onto the bed and lies back as instructed.
"You've been such a good girl," Brittany lays down on top of her, trailing kisses down her neck. "Waiting for so long, wearing the gag," Her hand cups Santana's mound. "Getting so wet." She smiles into her kiss and lowers her head to flick her tongue across her girlfriends nipple, eliciting a moan from the squirming girl. "I think you deserve a reward."
Brittany continues her line of kisses, slowly moving further and further down Santana's body with tantalising nibbles and sucks along the way. When she reaches Santana's area, she playfully bites her inner thigh, before running her tongue along the Latina's slit. Santana nearly comes on the spot. She tries to restrain herself but can't help some noise escaping through the gag.
Brittany looks up at her and Santana worries that she might have blown it, and that she might not get to come as punishment for breaking the rules. But then a smile works its way across Brittany's face.
"You can make us much noise as you like Slave." Santana moans heavily; she loves this girl so much. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest as Brittany's skilled tongue works its way around her pussy, with teasing kisses every now and then. Just as Santana's on the brink of a mind blowing orgasm, Brittany shoves her tongue as deep into the Latina's pussy as it will go and Santana screams through the gag. She had forgotten just how amazing Brittany is at this.
Brittany laps gently at her lovers juices, relishing the joy she gets from having pleased her so much. As Santana slowly comes down from her orgasm, Brittany crawls forward, smiling, and kisses the gag. Santana arches, wishing she could feel it on her lips instead.
"Do you want me to take this off?" Santana asks, brushing her fingers along the strap. Santana nods, her dark eyes pleading. "Say please." Santana manages to make a noise that sounds vaguely like please and Brittany lifts her head to undo the strap and pull out the gag. "What do you say?"
"Thank you." Santana gushes. "That was incredible..." Brittany cuts her off with a kiss, her fingers still gently caressing Santana down there.
"I'm yours," Brittany whispers, between kisses. "And you're mine." Santana's hands roam up down Brittany's body, taking in the smoothness of her creamy skin "I've got a challenge for you Slave." Santana looks up expectantly, waiting for her orders. "Do you think you can come again?"
Thanks for reading, if you have a chance to review I'd appreciate it loads :)