Hey :) sorry this chapter has been a while in coming, I've been crazy busy with mock exams at the moment, but I'm trying to keep the Brittana chapters coming anyways. Hope this one is good for you :D
"You ready baby B?" Santana comes back into the house, spinning her cars keys in her hand.
"I just need to say goodbye to the house." They have moved several times, and Brittany has always insisted on saying goodbye to each room individually. Santana doesn't mind of course, it's one of the reasons she loves Brittany. "I've already done all of upstairs and the kitchen, do the living room with me?"
"Sure thing." They stand in the middle of the bare living room. Santana hugs Brittany from behind and kisses the back of her neck.
"Good bye living room." Brittany says, sombrely. "We held some mad parties, watched some awesome movies and had amazing sex in here."
"We had amazing sex in every room of this house." Santana laughs, although she does have some pretty good memories of the living room.
"But we're gonna have even better sex in Liverpool right?"
"Definitely." Santana smiles, linking pinkies with Brittany. "We can christen the bedroom tonight."
"Not tonight San, I'm not in the mood." Brittany deadpans, making Santana's eyes almost pop out. "I'm only joking silly, you know I'm always in the mood." She turns around and puts her arms around Santana's neck, kissing her deeply.
"I think this was my favourite house so far." Santana muses. "But the new one will be even better."
"It's an apartment San, not a house, they're like, two different species." It had been a tough decision trying to choose between a house and an apartment at first; they don't require that much space, but it's nice to have extra for the family who are always visiting Santana and the friends always visiting Brittany. It didn't matter in the end though, they fell in love with an apartment with a view of Crosby beach stretching out for miles.
It was modern, big and expensive, but Santana didn't hesitate for a split second when she saw the price. Brittany didn't beg, but the look on her face when she looked out the enormous window at the view was enough to let Santana know it was going to be their new home. She had the money and she was sure as Hell going to use it to make Brittany happy. And anyway, her pay for her new job is nearly double what she's making now.
"Liam's gonna get fed up of waiting for us." Brittany points out.
"He can wait a bit longer." Santana smiles and tells Brittany she loves her three times, kissing her after each one.
"Come on you." Brittany laughs, picking Santana up with ease.
"Britt!" Santana protests. "Stop it." She doesn't appreciate being made to feel like a tiny woman, but she has to admit she still enjoys the closeness.
"Make me." Brittany laughs, kissing her again and carrying her out into the hallway. She puts her down before they go out the front door though because she knows Liam will never stop teasing Santana if he sees that Brittany can lift her, and that will make the Latina moody all the way to Liverpool.
"Come on lovebirds." He calls from the front of the removal van. Liam hops out and stands in front of the house with them.
"It is a nice house." Santana muses.
"It's alright." Liam shrugs. "Your new one's way better though, and we all know Liverpool's the new capital of the world."Typical scouser, Brittany and Santana both think to themselves. "Now let's get moving." He gives Brittany a boost to get into the lorry, before doing the same to Santana, despite the elbow in his stomach that he knew he was going to get for his troubles.
"God, a little gratitude wouldn't hurt." He laughs.
"I can get into a van without your help." She growls, fastening her seatbelt. Liam jumps up into the driver's seat and starts it up.
"Right ladies." He hollers. "Time for the next chapter of your lives."
"It's perfect." Brittany sighs, leaning her head on Santana's as she looks out the enormous window at the view of Crosby beach. "The naked men are actually pretty good as scenery."
"I know right." Santana watches the sunset and reflects on just how perfect their life is. "They're alone together."
"That just about sums it up." Brittany laughs. "Well now that we're all moved in..." She lets her hand slip down to Santana's butt and gives it a squeeze. "I think my little slave should go wait for me in the bedroom." Santana almost falls over herself in her hurry to follow orders, leaving a trail of clothes behind her. Brittany laughs and follows her quickly.
"Don't kneel." She instructs. "Sit on the edge of the bed." Santana does as she's told, and Brittany loves the way she arranges herself to look as good as possible, just like she did when they first started going out. Only now she doesn't do it out of fear of being judged, she does because she wants to be the best she can be for her love.
"There's a special box I think we should unpack tonight." Brittany kneels down on the bed behind Santana and brushes the Latina's dark hair to one side. "Sound like a good idea?" She leads a trail of gentle kisses down Santana's smooth, tanned neck, with the occasional bite to stop her getting too carried away.
"Yes Mistress."
"You see that one over there?" Brittany points it out and Santana nods. "Go get it and bring it over here." Santana stands up, and whilst she's fetching the box, Brittany strips her own clothes off. When the Latina returns she wants so badly to take in every inch of Brittany with her eyes, but she dutifully keeps them lowered.
"You can look at me if you want slave." Brittany allows her, as Santana kneels down and offers her the box.
"Thank you mistress."
"I know I'm a soft touch with you, but I can't help myself, you're just too adorable." Brittany leans forward to massage both of Santana's breasts, making her moan loudly. "Let's hope the walls are thick here."
Brittany opens the box and instructs Santana to turn around and put her hands behind her back. She wraps one scarf around the brunettes wrists and pulls it tight when she knots it.
"You have a choice." She instructs her. "I can put another one on to make sure it stays in place, or I can leave it like that. But if it comes off you'll be in big trouble, understand?"
"Yes mistress. One is fine." Santana decides to take the risk of losing the scarves because only having one scarf means her hands won't go so numb.
"You'd better be careful not to wriggle around then." Brittany laughs evilly. "I'm going to blindfold you now sweetie." Brittany often explains what she's going to do in advance, not only so Santana has time to tap out if she needs to, but because she knows it turns her girlfriend on to hear the words.
Santana makes a point of moaning but she doesn't mind being blindfolded nearly as much as she makes out. At first it scared her to be so out of control, but when she realised how much fun it can be to not know what Brittany's about to do, she started to enjoy it more.
"You're going to learn to love this blindfold someday." Brittany laughs, tying it around Santana's head tight enough that it shouldn't come off. She kisses the top of Santana's head. "You're going to stand up now. I know it's kind of hard when you can't see so you're allowed to lean on me." She takes puts an arm around Santana's waist and helps her to stand, before gently guiding her onto the bed so she's lying on her front.
"Turn over." She orders. Without the use of her arms, the Latina is forced to do a difficult wriggle to change her position, which gives Brittany a nice view of all her assets. Brittany leans down and kisses her. "I'll be back later honey."
"Britt!" Santana panics all of a sudden. "Britt don't go. Red. Red!" Upon hearing the Latina's safe-word, Brittany's back at her side, stroking her hair and kissing away the tears that she hadn't noticed slipping out from beneath the blindfold.
"Don't worry San." She whispers softly. "I just meant I'm going to the kitchen for a minute, I'm not leaving for long."
"I'm sorry." Santana sobs quietly. "I freaked out."
"It's okay baby." Brittany breaks the scene and kisses her. "I didn't phrase myself right." It worries Brittany sometimes that Santana's always so scared of being abandoned, even after all these years. "I'll stay until you're alright, okay?" She sits down and rests Santana's head in her lap. "I'm sorry honey."
"It's not your fault." Santana insists. Brittany pets her hair for a while until she's sure that she's okay, leaning down to reassure her with kisses every now and then.
"Listen baby, I'm going to go for five minutes okay?" Brittany knows they might have hit Santana's main weakness, and right now she's really pushing her limits. "I promise I won't be any longer than that. Don't try to count the seconds because when you panic you'll count faster and then you'll think it's been ages when it hasn't. I just want you to focus on staying calm. Think you can do that?" Santana nods, determined not to use her safe-word again tonight.
"Good slave." She feels the bed rise as Brittany gets off it and hears footsteps, followed by the sound of the door. She swallows hard, her throat dry.
She's just going for five minutes. She tells herself, but it's not that she's worried Brittany's going to leave or forget about her, she trusts her entirely. But what happens if Brittany collapses right now? What if there's a sudden police raid on the house? What if I have a stroke. She tells herself not to be stupid, but that doesn't stop her from feeling scared.
Where is she? It must have been five minutes by now. She almost shouts out for Brittany but stops herself. Anyway, if she's passed out on the kitchen floor she's not going to hear you. That does it, she can't take it anymore and starts wriggling to free her hands. Plenty of practice has made Brittany's bonds hard to escape, but in her desperation she manages it. She's just reaching for the blindfold when she hears Brittany's voice from the doorway.
"One minute and thirty-six seconds Slave?" She's so relieved to hear Brittany's voice that she doesn't even think about the trouble she's in, or the burning in her chaffed wrists.
"I...I got scared."
"So could you not have shouted for me? I'm sure you know how much trouble you're in if you've untied your hands." She feels Brittany's ice cold fingers on her stomach and flinches.
"I'm sorry mistress."
"You're going to be." Brittany warns her. She hears Brittany getting something out of the box and is told to extend her hand in front of her.
"No." She moans quietly, knowing what's coming next.
"Do it now or I'll double your punishment." Santana puts her hand out tentatively and winces again as Brittany drags a thick leather strap across her palm. "How many do you think you should get Slave? Three or four?"
"Four." Santana answers straight away. She doesn't want to feel the sting of the strap, but she feels like she deserves it for disappointing Brittany. Additionally, she sort of wants to be punished, because she's angry at herself for not even lasting three minutes.
"Count." As soon the leather comes out of contact with her hand, Santana automatically snatches it away as a reflex. "Slave, if you can't stay still for your punishment I'll have to tie you down so tightly you can't move, is that what you want?" Santana shakes her head and bites her lip, putting her hand back out and apologising when she hears Brittany's voice growing stern. Brittany smacks down the leather on her hand before the Latina has time to rethink again. Santana squeals but doesn't allow herself to move her hand.
"Very good." Brittany smiles. "Keep it up."
"One mistress." Santana says, smiling despite the pain. "Two mistress." She continues, when she feels the sting of the leather against her hand again. Brittany strokes her hair, never tiring of how soft it feels against her fingers. She brings the strap down once more, proud of her baby for bravely keeping her hand held out in front of her. "Three mistress."
"Good girl." Brittany kisses the Latina's hand and places it back by her side.
"Sorry to second guess you mistress, but you said four."
"No, you said four, but I decided three." In truth, Brittany can rarely force herself to carry out extremely harsh punishments on her beloved because she always seems to repentant that the blonde doesn't deem it necessary.
"Now tell me why you're in trouble."
"For freaking out when you were only gone for one minute and thirty-six seconds."
"No." Brittany patiently explains. "I'm not mad about that, you can't help that you panic in those situations, that's something we're going to work on. You're in trouble for taking your restraints off. And now I know you can get out so easily I might have to be a bit more stringent with them in future."
"Yes mistress. I'm sorry mistress."
"You're forgiven Slave. Now give me your other hand." Santana gives over her left hand and it receives the same treatment as the other one did. She sighs with relief when it's over, now she knows the slate's clean and she doesn't have to feel guilty anymore.
"Right, now that we've finished with that," Brittany tosses the strap to one side and straddles Santana on her knees. She cups the Latina's face in both hands and kisses her deeply. "Let's get down to the real business."
