Charlie Fabray flicked her gaze over at Santana as she put her clothes away into the closet hanging each one up. She couldn't help but stare at her wife and try and discretely adjust herself, Santana had always been beautiful but the thought of doing kinky things with her wife, or at the very least having sex when it had been while was nearly overwhelming. She felt like a teenager about to have sex for the first time. Her stomach was in knots and she was slightly unsure of what to expect. What Santana wanted from her. It was easy to say kinky sex, but she wasn't quite sure what that meant.
Did Santana want her to do the whole whips and chains thing? She wasn't sure if she could ever whip Santana—but what if Santana wanted to whip her? Would she be okay with that? She cried when she stepped on Lego, she wasn't quite sure she'd be able to handle being whipped by Santana.
"Charlie?" Santana turned to her wife and paused at the glassy look in her eyes and sighed, she hadn't been paying attention to anything that she had said in the past two minutes. With a hum, she heads over to the bed and picks up a throw pillow before chucking it at Charlie's head watching as her wife blinked once it smacked her in the face. "Put the suitcases in a place where you won't trip over them. Maybe we can fit them into the closet."
"Right—yeah," Charlie nods and stumbles forward to do what Santana had asked. Maybe she was a secret submissive that liked being told what to do! Santana would—
"Charlie. Stop." Santana sighs. It was best to deal with this now before Charlie inadvertently put her foot in her mouth. "What are you thinking?" She presses when Charlie turns. Her wife's ears were a rosy red and she was glad that they weren't sunburnt.
"I don't want to disappoint you," Charlie says after a moment. "I don't think I want to whip you or you know—be whipped. I mean I like it when you're bossy but—I don't think that makes me submissive and I don't want to hurt you. I mean, I can maybe spank you because that ass—not to say that there aren't other parts of you that I—oh god you're staring at me like I'm a lunatic. I should stop talking—why am I still talking? Oh god," Charlie cringed slightly. She half-expected her wife to burst into laughter or to run away. She wasn't sure which one would be worse.
"Relax." Santana said gently moving to touch her wife, "Charlie take a deep breath and stop it. I don't want to be whipped, I also don't want to whip you. Is that what you think being kinky is? Some poorly written book, that has made way too much money?"
"Yes? I mean no," Charlie inhales she wasn't quite sure what Santana wanted from her. "I just—I don't know what you want. I know how to have sex, I don't know how to be kinky, I mean unless you're going to let me stick it up your—"
Santana gently pressed her lips against Charlie's someone needed to get her to shut up. "Charlie, you're waffling—"
"Mm, waffles."
Santana rolled her eyes, "You going back and forth, isn't that attractive to me. I want you to be assertive, when we're in bed together. That doesn't just mean getting on top of me and fuck me it means being in control, just like sometimes I'd like to be in charge and simply use that beautiful mouth of yours to get off. Do you have a problem with that?" Santana asks watching as Charlie's stayed wide at the thought and a slow grin appeared on her.
Charlie shook her head, and bit her lip. "Is that what you want to do right now?"
Santana sighed, Charlie always did have a one-track mind when it came to certain things and while she certainly could ride Charlie's face until she orgasmed, at least she hoped she could, but right now she wasn't going to set precedent by taking the reigns, Charlie needed to be more confident or they'd run into this problem again and again. "No, what I want right now if for my wife to take control, to take me any which way she wants—"
"Oh—" Charlie swallows. "So, if I ask—for you to give me a blowjob?"
"Ask?" Santana prompts watching as Charlie's face scrunches up and she realizes she's going to need to spell it out. With a hum, she gently grabs Charlie's shirt and pulls her close to her. "You're the boss at work Charlie, I've watched you work before you expect things to be done when you say it, you just do. A report isn't done when it should be, and you rip your employees a new one. You don't ask for anything to be done do you? You're the boss, aren't you?" She sees the spark behind Charlie's eye and Santana relaxes for a moment Charlie gets it. Finally, she would—
"Santana, is there anything that I can't do?"
It takes Santana a moment to realize that Charlie had always wanted to do one thing, "Not today, I'll walk you through that alright?"
Charlie huffed at being denied for the umpteenth time, but nodded she didn't want to hurt Santana. "Also, you won't kill me after we're done having sex, right? You know like a praying mantis ripping the head off her mate and eating him?"
Santana bit her lip trying not to smile, "As long as you realize you're only the boss in bed and when I allow it."
"That works for me," Charlie admits and swallows she could do this, but the moment Santana glared at her she wasn't sure if she'd be able to continue. "Are you sure this is what you want Santana? I've never done this before—I mean I'm willing but—"
"Charlie, listen to my words, you're in charge. You being in charge right now is what will get me off." Santana repeats for what seems like the umpteenth time. It was a dangerous game she was playing. It had always been the one thing that got her off, even back then being treated like a slut, the exhibitionism it had all been a thrill for her. It was something that she had always hoped to lead Charlie into without the knowledge of her past but now that Charlie knew—she didn't want Charlie to think of her as just that. The silence stretches between them as she studies Charlie's expression, it's an almost awkward silence, but she can see Charlie's eyes darkening as she looks at her. Maybe she had broken her wife, it was quite possible that Charlie's brain needed a reboot considering she could practically feel where all the blood had gone. "Come on Charlie, you're in—" she starts brightly but this time Charlie interrupts her. It was a pet peeve of hers.
"Knees," Charlie states, her voice still shaky and slightly unsure, but there was enough force behind it to let Santana that it wasn't a suggestion.
Positive reinforcement had always been the key to getting Charlie to do what she had wanted, most of the time. She hadn't figured out how to make Charlie stop kicking off her socks the moment she got home or dumping her stuff into a pile and saying that was laundry. But she could do this, make Charlie a bit more confident and it would be perfect though the way things were going now—if Charlie had any idea how long she had waited for this exact scenario. She was sure that her underwear was completely soaked through.
Charlie blinked and a slow smile crossed her features, as she reaches to touch Santana's cheek. Her thumb caresses her skin gently before she runs her fingers over her lower lip. She shivers when Santana's tongue darts out to lick the tip of her finger. "Oh. I am so going to enjoy this." There was a part of her mind that wondered why she hadn't done this sooner, but that was probably because she was afraid of what Santana would have done to her. If she had known that Santana had wanted this years ago—Charlie shudders mostly to herself.
Santana doesn't say anything, Charlie was probably skittish when it came to trying new things and she knew if she looked at her wife in anyway that wasn't pure positivity right now Charlie would balk at the—the sound of a zipper being pulled down causes Santana to pause that train of thought as Charlie's hands suddenly tangle up in her hair pulling her closer. She's given Charlie blowjobs before but never like this, she had always been in control of how fast she went and Charlie would have never dared to do this before. But it doesn't stop her from accepting Charlie's dick as her wife presses it against her lips. It seems slightly larger than all the other times she'd been with Charlie, thicker certainly and she needs to stretch her jaw to take in most of it.
Charlie doesn't hesitate, it doesn't take her long to feel that familiar clench at the pit of her stomach as she groans and practically explodes into Santana's mouth, she yanks out of Santana's mouth in a daring move that she was sure would have Santana beating her to death soon, as she aims for the area around Santana's mouth. She groans as she steps back and admires her handiwork, wincing when Santana shoots her an unamused look. "It's a good look for you," she says immediately defensively. When Santana moves to clean up she immediately stops her hand. "You're going to leave it like that for now," she insists as she tucks herself away. She was already getting hard but when Santana's hands drop to her sides she can feel the blood rush back down from her head leaving her dizzy.
Santana watches her wife for a moment, before shaking her head, and moving to stand up, Charlie would probably be out of it for a bit and there was nothing more that she could do. "Alright now that you've had a taste, I'm going to make us some food while your brain reboots and probably crashes again," Santana said resorting to her usual snarkiness.
Charlie flashes Santana a lazy smile before wrapping her arms around Santana's waist and pulling her closer to her before leaning forward kissing her deeply, she could still taste herself against Santana's mouth, the saltiness only made the kiss hotter in her eyes. She deepens the kiss as Santana groans into it. With a bit of wrangling, she manages to slide her fingers down the front of Santana's pants, as she unbuttons them and unzips them with agility that she wasn't even aware that she possessed. But that's what she was right now possessed, and she groans as she spreads Santana's legs slightly so she has better access. "Fuck, you're so wet for me."
There's a hint of surprise in Charlie's voice that causes Santana to blush, Charlie had seen her naked before, they'd had sex but the words had a profound effect on her as she feels another flood of wetness soak Charlie's fingers. She glances up at her wife who has a pleased grin on her face. It was quite possible that she had unleashed a monster that she wouldn't be able to control later, but that was a thought for another time. "Charlie."
Charlie blinks and shifts her gaze so that she's meeting Santana's, "Hmm?"
"Fingers. Now," Santana barks when Charlie's thumb slowly circles her clit teasing it in a way that makes her knees buckle. There's a flash of something behind Charlie's eyes for a moment.
"I was under the opinion that I was the boss," Charlie says lazily as she continues to tease Santana's clit working it easily. "In fact, I'm pretty sure you said you wanted me to take you any which I wanted." Charlie reminds her taking the moment to give a small tug on her clit, the sound of Santana moaning causing her to grin widely. Santana should have definitely brought this to her attention years ago. Charlie leans in and nips Santana's earlobe giving it a small tug before whispering in her ear. "So, it's a good thing that I want to put my fingers in your greedy little cunt, isn't it?" Charlie whispers in Santana's ear as her middle and ring finger slide into Santana's open and needy cunt.
Maybe it was the sudden crassness or the fact that Charlie had just filled her up and she couldn't remember the time that she had been this horny, but her knees practically give out at the sudden pleasure. "Oh, fuck!" She practically shouts, as Charlie's fingers begin working at a furious pace pushing her closer and closer to an orgasm. Charlie had never gotten her off this quick before, it was a new record for her wife and she was proud of her.
Charlie lets out a low whistle, "Hear that? That's the sound of your wetness, you're soaked San, god you're fucking dripping wet, my hands a fucking mess already." Charlie mumbles mostly to herself but the words seem to have an effect on Santana, and she continues to press on. As far as she was concerned, this was all Santana's fault, she'd hid this very sexy very submissive side of hers from her for years. She'd denied her of this fun for years, and worst of all she'd faked her orgasms. She wasn't going to let Santana off the hook until she was damn sure that her wife had orgasmed and there was no doubt about it in her mind.
Santana groaned, she should have flipped this switch years ago in her wife. She couldn't believe that she had gone four years without cumming. And now she was close, it was like a man who finally saw an oasis in the desert and was rushing towards it. She was so damn close and just a little bit more would push her over the edge. "Charlie, fuck—harder, I'm so fucking close—" Santana mewled it was ridiculous, she felt silly but she knew her wife well enough to know that Charlie would do anything to make her happy and right now she needed to cum badly. She feels her pussy clench around Charlie's fingers tightly as she's about to feel her release only for Charlie to withdraw her hand, leaving her feeling empty. Anger spikes through her body as she stares at her wife in disbelief. "Charlie, I'm not in the mood to be teased," it comes out as a whine instead of her usual snappy voice that has Charlie scuttling around to do what she demanded, but instead Charlie just kisses her gently again.
"To bad," Charlie smiles and pulls her hand free, admiring how it glistened with Santana's wetness.
"Charlie."
"Santana, I'm the boss," Charlie reminds her in an almost mocking tone, "So if I want you to cum all over my dick, that's what's going to happen." Charlie sniffed and raised a brow when Santana glared at her. She was probably pushing her luck but Santana would probably thank her later before she murdered her. "But we're not done, you can't orgasm till I say you can, and if you lie to me about it I promise you that won't be doing this for awhile," Charlie vows.
Santana studies Charlie for a moment looking for a weakness that she could exploit, wondering if she could flip the switch back off just long enough to drag out what she needed from Charlie again. But she was curious to see how far Charlie would take this. Edging was an art and as much as she loved her wife Charlie wasn't patient enough to make it happen. "You're right, I did say you were the boss. I'm sorry it's just been so long."
"Totally your fault," Charlie hums in response grinning when Santana's jaw drops. "If you had just told me that this is what you wanted we could have been doing this for years, I can think of all sorts of things that I want to try with you," Charlie grins and winks at her. "Now I need you to strip out of everything and get on the bed on all fours. I forgot something in the car."
Santana pauses for a moment and then blinks once and then twice before nodding and beginning to strip out of her clothes, turning around. She had noticed the bag of toys that Charlie had slipped into a duffle bag, her wife wasn't that sneaky. "Whatever you say," she jumps when Charlie suddenly swats her ass hard. She immediately wheels around and flashes Charlie her most dangerous looking glare.
Charlie swallows but merely shrugs it off. "Your ass is very smackable," Charlie says with a shrug. Santana would probably kill her but she was going to die exceptionally happy. "I might do a bit more of that later now hurry it up," Charlie insists crossing her arms over her chest.
Santana raises a brow for a moment, "You know, I like to be the boss too, and don't think I won't forget this."
Charlie laughed, "I think I can live with that," she says gently swatting Santana's ass again. With that she turns and scampers around to go and get the duffel bag full of toys that she had totally managed to sneak past Santana.
Santana rolled her eyes as she stepped out of her ruined pants and underwear and crawled onto the bed and waited for Charlie to return. She hears a bang and some swearing as Charlie drops something, possibly on her foot and tries not to laugh. Her wife was still her wife. But she swallows when Charlie enters the room again and dumps the duffel bag on the floor. "Drop it on your foot?"
"Shut-up," Charlie huffs as Santana laughs openly at her, she can feel her ears going a bright pink and she scowls. "Just for that, I'm going to make you beg me for release," Charlie says petulantly.
"That's not going to happen," Santana retorts immediately. She could outlast her wife's short attention span.
Charlie frowns at the response but shrugs it off, and unzips the bag, smacking Santana's ass once more. "Eyes front."
Santana rolls her eyes but does as Charlie asks, it would take a bit of practice for Charlie to get used to all of this but she was doing great so far. She hears Charlie dumping out the toys and she can feel her picking them up for a moment and then Charlie's sharp eyes on her.
Charlie moves plugging a toy into a wall before returning to Santana and unzipping her pants and ditching them onto the floor. She bites her lip as she runs her hands along Santana's back feeling her and relaxing, this wasn't a very erotic dream this was actually happening. She slowly drags her hands down and runs her fingers lightly along Santana's very nice shapely ass for a moment before spanking it once more watching how it jiggles.
Santana sighs, but lets Charlie get her rocks off playing with her ass, trying not to roll her eyes at the fact that her wife was quite possibly a child, with a one-track mind. "Charlie, I was sure you were going to make me—" Santana grips the sheets and lets out a long moan as Charlie is suddenly filling her to the brim, with one swift motion. "Fuck!"
Charlie grins pleased with herself as she slowly begins to move her hips lazily and reaches for the magic wand, Santana was going to cum, but first she was going to beg. She waits keeping her slow lazy pace knowing that it frustrates her wife but she needed Santana to make a comment before she went to part two.
Santana resisted the urge to groan into the pillow, Charlie was being a dick on purpose and was going almost mind numbingly slow. "I thought you said you were going to make me beg? Come on Charlie I can barely—god fucking damnit!" Santana practically convulsed when the magic wand was pressed against her clit and Charlie bucked her hips at just the right moment. It nearly sent her tumbling over the edge as her arms nearly gave out and she slumped forward. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," she chants, it was the only words that she can think of, the only words in her head as Charlie began working her hips faster, pounding her with everything she had.
Just as suddenly as she had started, Charlie pulled the magic wand away and moved back to her slow lazy thrusts taking her time as she heard Santana catching her breath. "I could get used to this," Charlie admits after a moment. "Being the boss in the bedroom, coming home and bending you over after the kids have gone to bed."
Santana took a ragged breath and exhaled, she had been so close, so damn close she could cry but Charlie would mess up she had to, there was no way that she would break before Charlie's attention faltered. "You do know that I get to be the boss, too right? So, I'm going to get home some days and I'm going to ask you to get under the table and get me off. You know, that right?"
Charlie hummed and kept moving her hips, "I like being between your legs, so this doesn't sound like a bad idea. A new sexual renaissance or whatever between us. This is going to be—amazing don't you think?"
Santana smiled, it did sound pretty good, "Yeah it—god damnit Charlie," Santana moans as Charlie presses the magic wand against her clit again running it up and down as she picks up the pace with her hips, over the buzzing of the magic wand she can hear the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Her mind goes blank again and this time she feels Charlie grip onto her shoulder to keep her up. She feels it coming up on her like a wave and she can't help but cry out in horror as Charlie suddenly pulls the wand away and slows her thrusting down to that lazy crawl. "Charlie—come on!" Her voice breaks in ragged gasps and she doesn't care if it sounds like she's close to pleading.
"You know what I want Santana, and I'm a very demanding boss, you're not going to get what you want until I hear what I want," Charlie hums in response as she leans down and places feathery kisses along Santana's shoulders.
Santana grimaced, it hadn't even been that long but she was coming to realize that she may have underestimated her wife. Lunch and the thought of jet-skis hadn't distracted Charlie and she was pretty sure that if Charlie did it again she would start crying in need. "I—oh—shit!" Santana cries out in pleasure her toes curling as Charlie places the magic wand back with an extremely interesting thrust of her hips.
Charlie pushed the magic wand against Santana's clit just a bit harder, feeling Santana begin to grow rigid, before pulling it away. She pauses for a moment when she hears the broken sob as Santana slumps against the bed her body shaking with need. "Come on San, you know what I want—"
"Please," Santana gasps out. "Charlie please, just let me cum. Please."
Charlie hesitates for a moment, she had hoped Santana would be continue to be defiant, "I don't know—I'm pretty sure you can beg better than that. Besides, I know you can last longer—at least another half hour maybe longer."
Santana's eyes widen at that and she swallows, Charlie didn't sound like she was joking around but she was so close and so damn horny. So, fucking horny it was a problem. "Fuck, Charlie, please. I just need to cum, please. Just—let me cum, you were right I was going to beg, I just need to—oh fuck."
Charlie smiled taking pity on Santana as she babbled and pressed the magic wand against Santana's clit once more and began to work her hips this time keeping her blistering pace as she felt Santana's pussy clamp down like a vice around her dick as Santana's body began to spasm. It takes a moment for her to realize what's happening next as she pulls out a bit to slam back into Santana but she pauses only for a moment to realize that her wife was currently squirting all over her, her body bucking and writhing in a way that almost knocked her off the bed. Charlie immediately pushes herself back in and continues to pound away not stopping as Santana starts to slow after what seems like a very long minute. She doesn't pull the magic wand away either enjoying the feeling she's getting through Santana as she simply fucks her wife.
Santana groans as her body tenses again her third orgasm hitting her like another gut punch, exploding out of her as Charlie continues to fuck her. At least she's sure it's her third one, maybe it's her fifth, or maybe it's still just the same long continuous orgasm that had her eyes rolling to the back of her head and her seeing white. Charlie had never been like this with her, and she loved it, loved it as another orgasm racked her body and she could feel Charlie suddenly tighten up above her, her thrusts becoming erratic as she finally cums deep inside of her. "Fuck. Oh fuck," Santana mumbles as her legs and arms suddenly give out and she pitches forward onto the pillow. Her body quivers once more as a small orgasm is ripped from her body before Charlie finally pulls that magic wand away and switches it off.
Charlie exhales and watches the sweat all over Santana's body and looks at the mess her wife had made as she lay there in a pool of sweat and her sweet lady cum. She had never looked sexier as far as Charlie was concerned. The sight is made even hotter by the small amount of her cum that leaks out of Santana's pussy and she shivers wanting to have more sex with her wife. "San?" Charlie asks after a moment.
Santana shivers, and shifts herself over a bit so she can look at her wife, "Mm?"
"Just making sure you actually orgasmed, for all I know that was a very convincing fake orgasm," Charlie teased as she rubbed Santana's hip.
Santana's pussy clenched at the thought of doing that again, "Pretty sure I faked it, you're going to need to try again and just keep working at it Charlie," she says.
Charlie laughs, of course Santana would be greedy but she did have to make up for four years of missed orgasms in a week. She might as well get to it then. Adjusting herself on the bed Charlie immediately bent down getting herself comfortable as she dragged her tongue along Santana's very sensitive pussy. Grinning when she felt her wife's hand immediately move to her head and attempt to push her in deeper. Best, wedding anniversary ever.