Tagging: Santana Lopez & Rachel Berry
Location: A Club in NYC; Santana's Apartment NYC; February 28th 2012. Night.
Notes: Santana has an absolutely horrible day that results in her beating up a guy in a club. Rachel relinquishes all control to help her Domme feel better. It's intense.
Triggers: Violence. Extreme smut. Dirty talk. Rough sex.
Santana scowled as the New York traffic crawled at a snail's pace and glanced down at her phone before sighing. She was already twenty minutes late meeting Rachel and Kurt and she knew that at least one of them if not both would mention it. Punctuality was their "thing" after all.
"Can you move any faster?" The irritated Latina asked, leaning forwards in her seat and glaring at the cabbie who was humming along with the music as her fare climbed higher and higher.
"I can't control the traffic lady," the cabbie shot back, smiling like a jackass when they hit yet another red light.
"Oh forget it," Santana snapped digging into her clutch and throwing a couple of bills in the front seat before jumping out of the cab and slamming the door behind her.
A car beeped it's horn at her as she headed for the crowded sidewalk and she instantly flipped him off as she stepped up on the curb. Apparently this was a poor decision because a second later the light turned green and the driver slammed on his gas pedal, causing his tires to spin out in the wet street, and resulting in a wave of dirty, cold, water drenching her jeans. "Just fucking great!" She yelled loudly, causing several passerbies to tsk at her and frown.
Glaring furiously at everyone who came within an inch of her, the Latina started pushing her way down the busy sidewalk, resigned, albeit resentful, to walk the last five blocks to the club where she was supposed to be meeting up with Rachel and Kurt.
Today had been, by far, one of the worst days Santana had experienced in years. It had started off at 5 a.m. when her next door neighbor decided to bust out his drum set and had kept on from there. Really, what set the mood of the day was waking up alone. Santana had gotten extremely accustomed to waking up with Rachel wrapped around her but that night had been one of the rare nights they didn't spend together.
So that already had her feeling grumpy, but when she tried to brew a pot of coffee, only to discover her faithful brewer had bit the dust, grumpy had turned into downright hostile. After a horrible morning the day was just a continued assault of bad moments peppered with downright shitty moments.
One of the male execs had snapped at Santana and told her to get him a cup of coffee like she hadn't been working at the label for two years now.
Her secretary had screwed up her lunch order beyond all recognition and had then proceeded to knock Santana's tea into her lap.
The elevator had gotten stuck for twenty minutes, leaving Santana locked in a tight space with a stank ass janitor and some chick from the pop department that didn't stop screaming the entire time.
The act she had been trying to book for a month now had suddenly signed with another label.
And then, to put a final nail in the coffin, her boss had pretty much told her that if she didn't start bringing in more acts she could and would be replaced.
Oh, and she was working on one hell of a headache to boot.
God, all Santana wanted to do was go home, slip into a pair of comfortable pajamas, throw back a couple of beers, and cuddle up with her Rachel. But instead, she was heading to the club to meet Rachel and Kurt, because she had promised Rachel she would.
She wasn't really angry about that though. Kurt had been gone a long damn time and she couldn't blame her sub for wanting to spend some time having fun with the man. But still, it was...it just added her to her general pissed off mood. Especially since she hadn't seen Kurt since the other night when they had dinner and he had started in on the whole feelings for Rachel thing.
It was...her feelings were something Santana had always had a hard time dealing with. Sure, she had gotten better, but she prefered to be given the time to sort them all out on her own, or at least realize she had them before someone else pointed them out to her.
And yes, she realized, she did have some feelings for Rachel that were a lot more than just friends; and if she was being honest, those feelings might have been lingering in her head for a while now. Rachel was her closest friend, the person she trusted most in the world, and she had always admired the woman physically, but now...since they had entered into this temporary agreement...things were changing.
The fuming Latina was pulled out of her inner thoughts when she realized with a start, that her pure rage had gotten her the five blocks in under a few minutes. Taking a deep breath the Domme forced herself to control her bitch face and breezed into the club, heading for the quiet lounge area she knew she would find Rachel and Kurt in.
Almost instantly she recognized the pair of them and felt her heart lurch from the looks on their faces, it was obvious that they were having a semi-intense discussion, and Santana could only guess what the subject matter was. But, she didn't truthfully want to know, so as she got closer to them she called out, sighing with relief when two sets of eyes turned immediately to her, and more importantly conversation seemed to stop instantly.
Rachel could not have been more relieved to see Santana. Kurt had been drilling her about the new relationship since they had gotten their table and drinks, and the moment Santana called out to them the actress was up and moving to hug the woman.
Immediately she noticed that Santana's shoulders were stiff, and that the lines on her face were more prominent. Kurt called them Santana's 'grrrr lines', or something like that. Either way, pulling back, Rachel frowned slightly. "Are you okay?" she asked, immediately concerned. Kurt came up behind her seconds later, his smile turning to a frown as well.
"You need a drink, ," he said, kissing her on the cheek. "I'll get it. Assuming you haven't changed your preference in the past four months."
He left the two alone then, though not before shooting Rachel a knowing look.
Rachel ignored it, focusing on Santana.
"What happened…? You look like the whole world tried to bitch slap you…" Also, beyond the fact that she was worried, it was so much easier to focus on Santana than, say, her and Kurt's conversation… Biting her lip, Rachel trailed her hands up and down Santana's arms slowly, wishing she could do something to help Santana relax. Because even the woman's arms were tense under her touch, and it made the smaller woman yearn to get on her knees and just… do what was commanded of her.
The urge to start ranting about her completely horrible day was very strong, but Santana bit it back. This was supposed to be a fun evening with her friends, to welcome back Kurt's glorious return, and she was determined to not ruin it by being a raging bitch. Willing herself to calm down she gave Rachel a very weak smile and shrugged. "I just had a really bad day," she said plainly. "Nothing drinks and dancing with my besties can't fix. How was your day, Love?" She asked unclenching her fists and resting one on the shorter woman's waist.
Rachel leaned up, kissing Santana's jaw, pulling back with a small pout. "Better than yours, it would seem…" With a small sigh she relaxed a little into Santana, at which point she heard a throat clear and nearly jumped out of her skin.
Kurt stood off to the side, a small smirk quirking up the corner of his lip. He moved forward, setting the drinks at their table, before looking back at the two women. "You can have your love moment later, ladies. Drinks and dancing now!" To emphasize, he lifted up his drink (a martini) and smiled brightly.
With a roll of her eyes Rachel, reluctantly, moved away from her other friend, rejoining Kurt at the table and lifting her fruity cocktail as well.
Sighing Santana sat down at the table next to Rachel and lifted up her beer for the smallest of moments before throwing back her head and taking a long, satisfying, drag of the refreshing liquid. She watched Rachel closely and Kurt even closer, to her it looked like they were acting strange, but she didn't know if it was over the conversation she had interrupted, or if it was because she herself felt strange.
The trio chatted amongst themselves for a little while before making their way out of the lounge area and onto the dance floor.
Being on the dance floor…it had some good qualities and bad qualities. On one side the thumping of the bass was not doing anything in the slightest to help Santana's headache, and all of the sweaty, gyrating bodies pressing up against her were working on the Latina's very last nerve. But on the flip side Rachel looks so happy, and Rachel felt so damn good pressed up against her body, and as long as Santana kept her eyes focused on the singer she could mostly tune out the rest of it all.
Still, all of that anger that had been building up throughout the day was still there, simmering right underneath the surface, and waiting to be released.
Santana...she was well aware that she had rage issues. She had been dealing with them her entire life. When she had days like this, days when she felt like everything, including herself was out of control, her coping method for the longest time had been to lash out, to hurt whatever was hurting her. And when that didn't work she turned to either sex or alcohol, and on occasion the punching bag in the corner of her room.
But, she didn't want to do any of that anymore, not when she had Rachel pressed up against her body, relying on her to stay in control.
The music changed to a faster beat and Santana bit back a shout when a random stranger behind them elbowed her hard in the back. "Jesus Christ," she muttered biting her lower lip before leaning into Rachel body and talking into her ear. "I'm going to go get another drink, do you want one?"
Dancing with Santana was fantastic. She was strong, firm, and her hips moved exactly right all the time it seemed. Just off to the side was Kurt, dancing with an entourage of men, and Rachel giggled at the self-satisfied smirk he was wearing as he played his game. But she didn't miss the times he'd throw her a look, one that was entirely suspicious and questioning. Which was stupid, because Santana and Rachel danced together all the time.
Maybe not quite like this… but still. It was the alcohol. Or something.
As Santana yelled into her ear, Rachel just shook her head. "I'm fine!" she replied loudly. When Santana vanished into the crowd, she felt Kurt come up to her side instead, and she turned to dance with him.
Only minutes later, Rachel felt the body behind her change.
She whipped around, noticing Kurt stumbling away and a taller, but wiry man smirking down at her and trying to move against her body. She backed away angrily, and Kurt stepped in between them. The man glared, grabbing her friend's collar and throwing him to the ground before advancing on Rachel, his hands out to his sides in a "come on don't be like that" kind of way.
She slapped him, hard.
His head spun to the side for a moment, before he turned back to her, and made to lunge.
Santana grabbed her beer from the rude ass bartender and turned around with a scowl on her face. The strobing lights and smoke machines above the dance floor made it difficult for her to spot her friends and it added to her annoyance. Everything was adding to her annoyance to be honest. It was like in the few minutes she had been away from Rachel all of the Latina's prior anger had returned tenfold.
Glaring Santana stepped forwards and squinted her eyes, looking for her friends. And then she saw them. And every little vestige of self-control she had left in her body snapped like stretched rubber bands.
Some greasy, sweaty, dudebro was pressing his body against Rachel. Her Rachel. Instantly the Latina was making her way through the crowd with a downright livid expression on her face. When Kurt was pushed to the ground she started pushing people out of the way. But when the stranger dared raise a hand to Rachel she started to downright barrel through the sweaty crowd like a rabid pitbull out for blood.
The word "bitch" had just left the man's mouth when Santana's fist connected with the side of his face with the Latina's full body weight behind it. There was a second where surprise registered on his face before Santana's leg came up at the right angle and sent him to the floor, howling with pain, as he clutched his crotch.
The Latina couldn't feel, couldn't even think straight, as she unleashed a barrage of insults and kicks down at the man. Faintly she was aware of a crowd watching them, but it was like...like she wasn't just there. Instead she was back in the office today barely hanging on to herself. She was back in Sue's office getting kicked to the bottom of the pyramid like garbage. She was in the hallway getting publicly outed by Finn Hudson.
It was only when Rachel's voice registered in her head that the Latina snapped out of her rage and backed away, her breath coming out harsh and heavy, while she tried to focus on the singer.
It had taken Rachel and Kurt both to tear Santana away from the downed man, and as they struggled to drag her out of the club, before the bouncers could, Rachel spoke loudly, pleading with the woman to calm down and stop fighting them.
It seemed to work, because her friend stopped flailing, and within the next few minutes Kurt had grabbed their things and they were outside. The young man had gone back in to close their tabs, and Rachel was left with a still very much seething Latina, only somewhat confident that she knew what to do. After all, it had been years since she had been faced with "Snixx" directly, especially at this level of… intensity…
Clearing her throat, the actress cupped Santana's cheeks with her gloved hands, frowning in worry once more. "Please calm down, ma'am," she said softly, just loud enough for her Domme to hear. "We'll go back to your place, okay? And I'll check your hands, and we'll just… do whatever you need to do. Okay?" Checking to make sure their mutual friend was still inside, Rachel leaned up to quickly peck Santana's jaw, her hands moving down to hold onto strong, still tense biceps over the winter coat.
Santana swallowed heavily several times before she could look into Rachel's eyes. Her body felt like it was made of complete metal, tightly coiled, and ready to spring at the slightest pressure. "I'm okay, I'm sorry, I'm okay," she said, her words coming out gravely, more like a mantra than anything.
Shakily she glanced down at her clenched fist and frowned. It should be hurting, she figured, it was definitely bleeding enough to warrant some pain, but the adrenaline coursing through her veins was obviously blocking it. Blinking to clear some of the haze from her head she looked into her sub's eyes and shook her head. "I'm sorry I left. Are you okay?" She asked, raising her good hand to cup the singers jaw firmly, needing the grounding effect it had on her.
Smiling a little, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply, Rachel nodded. "I'm okay. I promise." She opened her eyes then, taking a slightly step back as she noticed Kurt coming out the door. "Let's get a cab and go home."
An hour later Kurt was safely at his apartment, and Rachel was patiently waiting for Santana to open the front door to her own place.
All during the ride, between helping Santana reassure Kurt and then helping Kurt reassure Santana, Rachel had been thinking about what course of action to take. It seemed like, from what she could gather, Santana had essentially been blown about all day by things she couldn't control. Bad luck, stupid people, etc, had taken its toll on her. So, knowing that, her plan was obvious to her.
Snapping from her thoughts as the door clicked open, Rachel mentally steadied herself, reassuring herself why she had to do this- why she wanted to do this, and why Santana needed it. Afterall, up until now Santana had done all the taking care of, so now, well, it was her turn to take care of her Domme the best way a sub knew how.
As soon as the door was closed behind them, the shorter girl didn't even let Santana get a word in. She spun her around, grabbed the lapels of her jacket, and pulled her down for a heady, challenging kiss.
It was the only challenge she'd make for the rest of the night.
And when the Latina began to kiss back, take control of the kiss, Rachel broke it off, dropping to her knees and pressing her forehead against Santana's stomach, her fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt. Immediately the woman's scent, mixed slightly with sweat and alcohol, overwhelmed her senses, and Rachel shivered. "I need you, ma'am," she husked out, voice trembling slightly. Part of it was an act to help jump-start Santana's headspace, but… On the floor like this, Santana's presence surrounding her… Rachel definitely did need her Domme tonight.
The ride home had done a little to help curb Santana's anger, but it was still heavy in the back of her mind, like she had somehow caged a dangerous animal temporarily. When she managed to open up the door to her apartment, she had been intending to head straight to the fridge for a beer or maybe even a strong shot of tequila. Instead though she had barely closed the door behind her before Rachel's lips were on hers. Her sub's kiss was rough and needy and very nearly dominating, and unbidden by her the Latina's dominant nature instantly flared up, eclipsing her anger almost.
It was instinct to kiss Rachel back and take control of the kiss, but just as she started to the woman was pulling away and dropping to her knees.
It was all such a sudden change that Santana's head spun for a moment before she could focus on what the singer was saying.
She needed her.
Want rose instantly in Santana's chest, but it was coupled with trepidation as well. She felt so...out of control right now it was unreal, but the sudden fear of possibly hurting Rachel, pushing her too far, in her anger, was as real as it could get.
"R-rach," Santana started, stopping to clear her throat and swallow before speaking again. "I...I'm not sure that's a good ideal," she said clenching and unclenching her hands before resting them on the back of her sub's head. Even as she was saying it though she could feel the cogs in her head turning, pushing her into her Dominant headspace.
Changing her tactics just slightly, responding mostly to the hands now on the back of her head, Rachel slowly lifted up the woman's shirt, nuzzling the taut abs that had been hiding underneath as her hands moved to the button of Santana's jeans.
"Please, ma'am," she whimpered, beginning to kiss the creases between the muscles and unzipping her Domme's pants. "Please take care of me. Please, please take control…" Rachel lowered herself slightly then, tugging the waistband of the jeans down just enough to expose Santana's panties. She kissed them, just above the Latina's sex, hands instinctively clutching at powerful thighs as she took a deep breath through her nose, inhaling Santana's musky scent, suddenly very grateful to already be on the floor, lest her knees give out.
Rachel's plump lips pressing against her skin sent jolts through her body like lightning strikes, and Santana just barely managed to choke back a moan. Rachel's pleas worked through her mind like sweet honey and almost instantly she felt her anger beginning to dissipate.
When she looked down and saw her sub inhale deeply the Latina's eyes fluttered closed for the smallest of seconds and reopened with an unmistakable drive behind them. It was strange almost, a mere few minutes ago she had been barely able to control herself, and now with Rachel kneeling in front of her, petite hands curling around her thighs, Santana felt as in control as she had ever been before in her life.
Tangling her fingers in Rachel's hair, she tugged the sub's head back until brown eyes met her own. "Take off my boots, Pet," she said, her voice strong in comparison to what it had been seconds ago.
Heart skipping a beat, Rachel whimpered a small "Yes, ma'am," then waited for Santana to lean against the back of the couch. Once she was steady, Rachel bowed, kissing Santana's boots quickly, before removing them. She crawled to the entryway, placing them in their proper place, and did the same with her Domme's jacket once commanded to do so. Her movements were efficient, but reverent, and she felt herself slowly and eagerly passing control over to Santana with every small, heartfelt act of submission.
Finally she was back to kneeling before the Domme, her hands behind her back and head down.
Santana watched Rachel with rapt attention, greedily drinking in every move the woman made as the music exec's mind cleared. When Rachel was once again kneeling in front of her the Latina's reached a hand down and cupped her jaw. "Good girl," she said letting her thumb run almost tenderly over the singer's lips.
The blood dried on her hand made her frown slightly and she realized that it would need to be taken care of before they could go any further. "Go to my bedroom and undress yourself. I'll be in shortly," she commanded keeping her voice steady but gentle at the same time. "You may walk but I want you on your knees when I come in."
It was with a shiver and a small moan of adoration that Rachel did as told. She stayed on her knees, though, crawling to the bedroom. Partly because it made her ass look better, partly because she was already subbing out, but mostly because her knees felt too weak to possibly walk there…
Once there she stripped down, folded her clothes, and set them aside.
She knelt before the foot of the bed, head down again, and waited.
When the bathroom door closed behind Santana she made a beeline for her medicine cabinet. The Latina was no stranger to a split knuckle and she made quick work of washing away the dried blood and inspecting her hand. All of her fingers moved, painfully, but with ease, so she figured there was at least no broken bones to worry over. Still, it would probably hurt like a bitch in the morning when her body wasn't thrumming with adrenaline and need.
After making short work of cleaning up the cut and taping a small piece of gauze over it, the Latina quickly shed her still unbuttoned jeans and her top, leaving her in a lacy, red matching bra and panty set.
Wordlessly she walked into her bedroom and moved over to Rachel. She smiled down at her sub fondly for a moment, before setting her jaw and clearing her throat. "Good pet," she murmured reaching down to tip the woman's head up a bit. "You said you needed me, wanted me to take control. Is that still what you want Rachel?" She asked, her body tensing slightly in anticipation.
Rachel replied instantly, not even a hint of hesitation in her voice. "Yes, ma'am. Please, control me, ma'am." A shiver ran up Rachel's spine, and as she took in the red lace contrasting perfectly with her Domme's skin and accentuating all the right and perfect curves, Rachel felt her mouth go dry. "C-collar me, ma'am?"
Santana smirked and let her fingers run down her sub's neck to thumb her necklace. "Oh I intend to Love," she said letting the warm metal run through hands before she unclasped it. Silently the Latina walked over to her bedside table and deposited the woman's necklace before moving to her closet to take down their toy chest. Smirking to herself, and feeling her arousal grow with every passing second, Santana pulled out the new, pink collar she had gotten Rachel for Valentine's day. She set the box aside and left it open before walking back over to her sub and wrapping the soft pleather around her slim neck, her unbandaged hand forcing the woman's head to tilt down with barely a touch.
After it was secure she moved her hands around to cup her sub's cheeks and tilted her head back, noting instantly how Rachel hungrily glanced at her lace covered pussy. "Do you want a taste, Pet?" She teased, running her tongue across her lips, her eyes lighting up with mirth.
Rachel's eyes went practically black, and a strangled, whimpering sound escaped from her throat. "Please," she squeaked, swallowing thickly as Santana's arousal filled the air around her.
"Please what, Pet?" Santana asked, pressing her hips forwards and just brushing Rachel's lips with her already soaked panties. "Use your words."
Another low whine from the back of her throat and Rachel's expression turned desperate. "P-please may I taste you, ma'am?" she begged, barely keeping from poking her tongue out as she spoke, yearning to taste her Domme's arousal.
Chuckling lightly Santana pressed her hips forwards again, this time harder as she buried her hands in Rachel's hair, holding the woman's face between her legs. "Only if you're a good girl," she said, punctuating each word by shifting forwards a bit. "Now take off my panties," she demanded stepping back and crossing her arms over her chest, her legs parted slightly.
The sub whimpered, expression becoming crestfallen. But she swallowed thickly again, nodding, and shakily began to remove her Domme's panties. As she trailed the clothing down to Santana's ankles, Rachel's breathing picked up, and she was unable to look away from the Latina's pussy.
It was rare, after all, that she was allowed this close to it. Not like this. Eating Santana out had become a treat, a privilege to be earned every time she wore her collar. Just the sight of the glistening lips made Rachel's mouth water by this point.
Santana let out a low, gravelly moan at the hungry look in her sub's eyes. Rachel made her feel not only sexy but also incredibly...needed, like the woman might die right there if she didn't get her "treat".
The last little tendrils of the Latina's anger were all but ebbed out of her mind now and she was completely in her Dominant headspace. Using her uninjured hand, Santana hooked a finger through the d-ring of Rachel's collar and pulled her up, silently communicating she wanted her to stand. She could tell her sub was standing on weak knees, so to speak, so she gently, but quickly pulled her around the bed and pushed her down onto it.
"So fucking beautiful," she murmured as she dipped a finger between the lips of her own sex and ran it over her clit. Then, almost lazily she used that same finger to flick one of Rachel's nipples, smirking when the sub jumped slightly. "I'm going to ride your tongue Rachel and if you do a good job I'm going to fuck you afterwards until you see stars," she explained as she pulled her own bra off and climbed on to the bed. Running a hand up her subs stomach she circled the singer's nipple lightly before pinching. "Do you want that, baby?" She asked, her voice dripping in sex at this point.
Her back hitting the mattress was becoming a familiar, comforting feeling, and as Santana straddled her, pinching and tugging Rachel's nipples, she whimpered and gasped, back arching a little. "Yes, ma'am," she answered, her lips already parted and breathing becoming labored just at the thought of having Santana using her face, fucking her tongue and riding her with complete control, Rachel totally at her mercy or lack thereof.
Santana crawled up Rachel's body with an almost predatory look in her eyes. Every part of her body, from her head to her toes, felt alive and completely in sync with her emotions. Rachel's body was practically screaming it's submission to her and it was intoxicating enough to completely wipe away the last few sparks of anger she had been holding on to.
Before she moved to straddle her sub's face she leant down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. To anyone looking in it might have seemed rather...out of context for the situation, but for Santana it felt necessary. It served to gage Rachel's emotional state in a way and also to ground Santana before they really got started.
The kiss surprised Rachel, snapping her out of her haze for a moment, only to throw her back in, hard, as she melted into the feeling of soft lips and a talented tongue. She moaned, hands automatically going to either side of her head and legs spreading open. The kiss was heady, and by the time Santana pulled back, Rachel was completely submersed in her subspace.
Santana smiled down at Rachel, relishing the dazed look in her sub's eyes. Then, almost instantly, she was carefully shifting up the bed and straddling the woman's face in the blink of an eye. Grabbing the headboard with one hand, she smirked and looked down, meeting Rachel's eyes. Teasingly she lowered her hips a few times, just grazing Rachel's lips with her sex, leaving them slightly wet in her wake. "Stick out your tongue Rachel," she demanded, reached down with one hand and tangling it roughly in Rachel's hair before lowering her body down.
By the time Santana was finally lowering her pussy to her tongue, which she had obediently stuck out, Rachel felt like she might actually be salivating. She kept her tongue still, because she hadn't been given permission to move it, but her entire body trembled with the effort. She whimpered and whined, begging to be used, and to be allowed to give Santana pleasure, looking up at Santana with absolutely desperate eyes.
The look in Rachel's eyes was almost enough to make her cum to be extremely honest. This was by far the most...intense sex they had ever had, and they had only just begun. Santana had to force her legs to not shake as she tightened her fist just a little bit more in the woman's hair. "Eat my pussy, Rachel," she demanded, her voice steady and sure as she rolled her hips, coating her sub's chin with a layer of her arousal. "And then I'll take care of you."
Permission granted, Rachel practically attacked her Domme's pussy, moaning wantonly as she was finally able to taste, and flicking her tongue through the folds thoroughly, trying to get as much of the arousal as she possibly could. A hard tug and rough roll of Santana's hips forced her deeper between the Domme's legs, and she pushed her tongue into the core. This time her moan was completely muffled, and she could feel Santana grinding against her face hard, rolling her hips so that her clit rubbed against Rachel's nose.
Really, this was less about Rachel pleasuring Santana, and Santana pleasuring herself by using Rachel like a sex toy. It was actually one of the most freeing things Rachel had ever experienced, requiring no thinking on her part, only pure obedience.
"Fucking eat that pussy," Santana growled, her face scrunched up in pleasure. Rachel's tongue felt amazing slipping inside of her, and god her nose was just fucking perfect for hitting her clit.
"Fuck you love this don't you?" The Latina grunted, her eyes unable to look away from between her legs. "You love me riding your face just to get myself off." Biting her bottom lip harshly the music exec leaned back so she could get a better look, her free hand reached down to tangle in Rachel's hair as well, roughly pulling it at the roots as she ground down hard and fast.
Rachel couldn't have answered had she tried. Her face was pretty much completely enveloped by pussy and thighs, and her own legs were squeezing together, uselessly searching for a way to give herself some sort of stimulation. She moaned and groaned into Santana's pussy, working her tongue hard, focusing on hitting all the spots that she had memorized by now.
It wasn't even about getting Santana off so that Rachel would be pleasured. Rachel wanted to make Santana cum- or, well, be the reason for Santana cumming. She wanted her Domme to flood her face, fucking her until she was sated completely.
This was all about Santana, even if Rachel was incredibly turned on and only getting more so the rougher her Domme pulled her hair and the harder and faster the hips grinding against her got.
Santana got a chill at the desperate sounds Rachel was making underneath her. She could do this for hours, ride Rachel's tongue like this, and she made a mental note to do that someday. But right now she could feel her her orgasm coming on, like a white hot fire burning in her stomach.
She just needed something more.
Forcefully she pushed Rachel's head down into the mattress and held it there while she repositioned her hips. Once she was satisfied with the angle she reached a hand behind her and began to pinch and pull her sub's nipples, delighting in the way it made her whole body twitch.
Using Rachel's hair to steady her she began grinding her hips down with more force than before, her head thrown back in absolute pleasure. "Fuck such a good girl. Such a fucking good little toy," she moaned loudly, her abs beginning to quiver and tighten.
With just a few more well placed thrusts her orgams rushed over her like a tidal wave, making her practically scream and tighten her fingers around Rachel's nipple as she flooded the woman's face with wetness.
Rachel screamed at the same time Santana did, her nipple aching sharply. She nearly choked on the sudden wave of juices flooding her face, but managed to get her breath back, lapping up the release readily.
Her body was thrumming with arousal now, vibrating in her total submission to Santana. Mentally, she was still trilling from the praise as well
Normally after a strong orgasm like that Santana was ready for bed, but instead her entire body and mind were thrumming for more…more of everything. Breathing harshly she shimmied down Rachel's body and straddled her hips. The hand still buried in her sub's hair jerked slightly. turning the singer's head and exposing her throat.
Possessively she dug her teeth into tan skin and sucked hard, her tongue running over the already rising flesh. "You're delicious. Pet," she growled, reaching down to hike up one of Rachel's legs and mash their pussies together. With a grunt she rolled her hips up and moaned at the sound Rachel let out at the contact. "Do you want to get fucked now, Pet? Do you need it?" she teased as her teeth raked over the woman's collarbone and her hips rocked forwards again.
"F-fuck- Oh-!" Rachel's hips jerked up hard as they could despite her lack of leverage, and she her hands tightened into fists on the mattress next to her head. She forced her eyes open, panting hard and face covered with her Domme's release. Her eyes were foggy with lust and submission, and all her brain and body could recognize was Santana.
Santana's scent, Santana's sweat dripping down her toned, tensed muscles, Santana's voice, and touch, and control. Rachel's entire world and existence revolved around the woman on top of her, and what she was doing to her.
"N-need it," she forced out, still breathing hard. "Please. Ma'am. Need. I-" she was cut off by a squeak as Santana ground down roughly against her pussy again, and groaned as her leg was pushed forward more on Santana's shoulder, the stretch nearly, but not quite, unbearable. "Oooohh!" A hard bite to her collarbone at Rachel's entire body twitching hard, and her hands moved to twist into the pillow above her head.
Panting harshly, Santana forced herself to pull away from her sub. Firmly she wrapped her fingers around one of the woman's wrist and pulled it down between them. "Finger yourself Rach. I want you good and stretched out for me," she said smirking before nipping at the woman's chin and rolling off of her, leaving the sub laying on the bed with wide eyes.
She could have screamed as Santana got off of her, barely biting back the frustrated whine that was building in the back of her throat.
But she complied, shivering a little as she touched herself.
It was strange to do so these days, as Santana rarely gave her permission. One thing she had realized, though, was that any orgasm she gave herself, allowed or not, was never as satisfying as it was when given to her by Santana. Rachel wasn't sure when this strange shift had happened, or how Santana had so subtly built up control of her pleasure… but it was fact now, and even as Rachel rolled her clit slowly and firmly all she could focus on was wanting Santana to come back to her.
Santana knew it was just a little bit cruel to leave Rachel hanging like that, but she had good reason besides wanting to make her sub squirm. Body still thrumming with energy she shifted through the toy chest until she found the purchase she made last week and picked it with a devious grin.
Leisurely the music exec attached the toy to her strap-on harness, before turning around and walking back over to the bed, her eyes greedily watching as Rachel's fingers pushed deep into her wet sex.
"Such a good girl," she said biting her lip and drawing the woman's attention to her. "Do you like the new toy Rach?" She asked holding it up, presenting Rachel with a red silicone double headed dildo. The end for the wearer was on the thin side and only about six inches long at best, but the other end was as thick as her flesh colored attachment and about an inch longer with a wicked curve to the end of it.
Rachel swallowed so thickly that Santana definitely heard it, and her heart was thundering in her chest as her jaw slacked and her eyes felt like they were dilating then and there as she stared at the large dildo. "Mmnng," squeaked Rachel, feeling her clit twitch hard and her inner walls clench tightly around nothing.
Santana stared down at Rachel intensely as she slipped the harness on. "Crawl to me on your knees and buckle me up," she ordered holding the harness up with one hand and resting her other hand on her hip. "You can push it into me as well. Slowly," she added almost as an afterthought, her body already tensing with anticipation.
Shakily, her body trembling, Rachel forced herself to her knees, eyes never leaving the dildo or Santana's pussy and thighs, only flitting every so often to the woman's abs and breasts and biceps. Fingers only barely working, the sub took hold of the smaller end of the dildo, and, as told, slowly began to insert it, stopping whenever the hiss Santana made sounded a bit like "too much". By the time the Domme's pussy was slightly stretched by the dildo and the harness tightened fully, Rachel felt like she was dying with need.
The larger half of the dildo stood out proudly between her Domme's thighs, thick and curved, with a prominent, realistic vein and wide glans.
Her pussy clamped down hard again, and this time the strangled whimper couldn't be held back.
Santana felt...extremely full to put it lightly. It had been a long time since anything larger than fingers were inside of her, and the slight stretching feeling was enough to curve her arousal a tiny bit. Blowing out of her nose she cooed when Rachel whimpered, her eyes locked onto the fake cock bobbing between her legs. "You want this, my little Toy?" She teased, wrapping her fingers around the thick base of it and pressing her hips forwards enough to run it over Rachel's swollen lips.
Reaching down with her free hand she cupped the woman's cheek and tilted her head up until she was looking in her eyes. "I'm going to make you cum all over this cock, but first you're gonna get it good and wet for me," she said, applying pressure to the woman's jaw enough to open her mouth. "Put your fingers back in your pussy and suck me," she demanded, her voice strong and authoritative.
Opening her mouth wide and dropping her hand back to her pussy, Rachel swallowed the head of the cock down just as she pressed against her clit, then began rubbing light circles around it. She started slowly with the cock, drawing back and forth with full deep-throating, but bobbing her head a steady pace back and forth. It wasn't until she felt two hands in her hair applying pressure that she let her throat muscles relax more, along with her shoulders, allowing for the Latina to work up to a full on throat fucking.
Rachel kept her tongue working, eyes looking up at her Domme, the view making her whimper again and thighs clamp together around her hand, which she was starting to ride a little harder. The woman's abs were tensed, flexing from the sharp movement of her hips, and her breasts bouncing, biceps flexing time as well.
Every forwards thrust of her hips drove the dildo inside her deeper and harder, just managing to graze her g-spot and force a grunt from her each time. "Fuck, look at you," she panted, her hands buried in Rachel's hair as she fucked her sub's mouth roughly. "You look fucking debauched right now. So desperate for me you're letting me use you like a sex toy."
It really had to be the sexiest thing she had ever seen, right down from the way Rachel was looking up at her, her eyes completely blown and submissive, to the way the woman's hand was working hard between her own legs.
Santana knew she could have reached orgasm from the way Rachel was blowing the fake cock alone, but she wanted to pound into Rachel until there was no question of who she belonged to. Firmly, she pressed her hands against the side of her sub's head and drew back slowly before pressing forwards again, one last time, the dildo going so deep into her sub's throat Santana could feel Rachel's breath on her abs.
Pulling out all the way she grabbed the base of the cock and lightly smacked the woman's read cheeks with the curved end, holding her head in place firmly. "Good girl, Rachel," she practically purred, accentuating each word with another smack. "This should be wet enough for me to slip right into that tight little fuckhole of mine," she said, her eyes dancing with absolute fiery lust.
Panting, her face covered in cum, sweat, and now even some of her own spit, Rachel whined her consent, the vulgar words falling from Santana's mouth making her wetter by the second. She wanted that so bad; to be fucked and owned by Santana. To be used and controlled, manipulated completely and utterly. "'Tana," she husked, voice slightly hoarse from the rough fucking. "Ma'am, please. Please own your toy. Please use her. Please, Ma'am," begged the sub, still fingering herself obediently.
It was actually the use of her nickname that made Santana nearly snap and just start slamming into Rachel like an animal. For some reason, the familiarity of it and tone in which it was said hit Santana deep in the pit of her stomach and made her entire body feel...warm. Faintly, in the back of her mind, a tiny voice whispered the word "feelings", but the Latina shook it off, too turned on at the moment to deal with that loaded subject.
"I do own it," Santana growled, her hand moving to wrap around the front of Rachel's neck. "You're my little fucktoy, Rachel. Every inch of you. Now lay back on the bed and spread your fucking legs," the Latina demanded, using her grip around Rachel's neck to push the woman backwards as Santana climbed on the bed.
Rachel went down easily, her body completely loose and malleable to Santana's desires and actions. Her legs spread immediately, knees slightly raised and thighs as open as they could get, completely exposing her pussy, herself, to her Domme. And then, just to make sure there would be no unnecessary pausing or stopping…
"G-green, 'Tana. Green. Please. Your fucktoy. Your slutty hole. Please please please!"
Hearing Rachel talk like that, submit vocally to her with words the woman usually frowned at, was almost as arousing as looking down and seeing her pussy contracting helplessly around nothing. "Good girl," Santana growled as she positioned herself between Rachel's legs and ran the tip of the fake cock over her sub's swollen clit.
Santana's sense of control and responsibility were never as high as they were at that moment, when she started to press the thick curved dildo into Rachel's pussy, reveling in nearly obscene sound it made. "So fucking tight," she groaned as she sank slowly, inch by inch, into her sub's body. "From now on I want you to use your vibrator on yourself at least once a day until your cunt stretches out for me easier. Understood?" She asked, her leg muscles aching from the strain of lowering herself down so slowly.
Hissing as her folds were parted tightly, muscles aching and stretching to accommodate the thick length, Rachel moaned, breathing out thickly. The air in the room felt heavy, and she knew her body was slick with sweat, could feel small droplets from Santana's body drip down onto her every so often.
Santana's words registered and thundered through her body, completing engulfing her, in a wave of dominance and absolution. Despite barely being able to breathe in correctly, Rachel managed to nod and squeak out a helpless "Yes, ma'am" before another two inches slid into her, pushing the air right out of her lungs.
Her hands were desperate to clutch to Santana, but remained on the mattress, above her head, waiting for permission, even as her hips jerked and she squirmed.
It was just this side of not-quite-painful-in-a-bad-way, but the line was so close, and it did nothing but spiral Rachel further into her subspace, realizing that she was utterly under Santana's control. Santana wasn't even in all the way, but already the sub felt absolutely owned, her body utterly wrapped around Santana's thick, long cock. And when she finally, finally, felt Santana bottom out inside of her pussy, her walls were tight and clenching, as though trying to force Santana further in, but also out, Rachel was trembling.
She felt so full. As though Santana was in her throat all over again, just more. Pushing against her lungs, pressed tightly against every single corner of her pussy. She felt everything, and then, unable to help it, whined helplessly as her hands moved blindly, searching out her Domme's body to anchor herself to.
When Santana felt the cock bottom out in Rachel's tight pussy she released an almost indecent sound of pleasure that came from somewhere deep in her throat. The way the other head of the dildo was situated in her own stretched cunt made it so that she could feel every single contraction of the woman's pussy muscles. "Fuck, so fucking good," she groaned, leaning down and dragging her teeth from the woman's jaw to her bruised neck.
When she felt her sub's arms wrap around her body and cling to her the Latina smirked and nipped at her earlobe. "I don't remember telling you that you could put your hands on me," she teased in a husky voice, her body aching to start slamming into the pliant one beneath hers. "But I'll let it slide, only because you're going to want to hold on for this ride, Rachel. I'm going to fucking wreck your pussy for anyone besides me," she growled out before sliding part of the way out and then thrusting back in roughly to make her point, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head at the pressure it put on her own g-spot.
She screamed, nails immediately digging into Santana's back as her body curled into itself and her breath was knocked from her lungs. But just as quickly Rachel moaned, loudly, muscles suddenly melting and head lolling back as the pleasure crashed over her, endorphins beginning to flood her system.
As another hard slam rocked her entire body, the same reaction occurred, a sudden tensing before completely melting. It was like her muscles and body didn't know what to do; on one hand it sort of hurt. But then, it was a fantastic hurt. The kind that ached deeply and throbbed until pleasure sprung forth, shooting up her spine and making her entire self shiver and vibrate.
"San," she breathed out, voice airy and sounding just as blitzed out and spacey as she felt.
"That's right, Rachel, say my fucking name," Santana growled as she began to thrust her hips forwards, slowly building up her speed and force with every movement as Rachel's pussy stretched more to accommodate her.
She braced herself, using her good hand, next to Rachel's head, and her other hand she brought down to dig into the woman's hip. Sweat was rolling down her back in rivulets, stinging slightly in the places where Rachel's nails were digging desperately into her back.
"So fucking good," she grunted, the pleasure between her legs indescribable. "You love this fake cock don't you Rachel? You're a little slut for me. The only reason you're getting fucked right now is because it feels so damn good for me." She bit out harshly in between pants as her hips finally settled into a rough, unrelenting rhythm that satisfied the burn between her own legs perfectly.
"Mmn- mmmgh- S- mnn- San- t-tan-aA-aaaAAA-!" All Rachel could do was try to hold on. The hand on her hip left a bruising grip, making her unable to move with Santana's pace, and she truly was just being fucked, spread open and pounded into for the sake of getting Santana off. The pace was for Santana's pleasure, the force and the grind of the thrusts, it was all purely for her Domme.
Rachel loved it.
Her head was spinning in subspace, the act of being utterly owned and used almost euphoric in a way.
With every hard thrust she screamed something akin to Santana's name, almost, and whimpered as the fake cock drew out, only to scream again as it rammed into her. Her g-spot was being abused at this point, her clit rubbed roughly, and already her legs were starting to cramp, but not enough to make her need to stop, or say yellow. It was the right kind of mixture of sensations and pain, and she was hurtling towards orgasm at an alarming rate, nails scrambling against Santana's back and biceps.
Santana could feel her orgasm approaching like a fucking tsunami. Every time she thrusted down into Rachel's body, that attachment buried inside her pussy hit her g-spot perfectly and sent tremors up her spine. Breath coming out in labored gasps, she shifted them suddenly, desperate to reach that peak and bring Rachel over it with her.
Hooking her arms under the woman's legs she pushed them up until they were bent at the knees, allowing her to sink just that much further into her sub's pussy. The new angle had her howling with pleasure and she looked down at Rachel with a feral intensity. "You're mine, Rachel," she grunted at her hips began to lose their rhythm and it became like she was just rutting into Rachel's body. "You're my little pet and I fucking guarantee you that no one could ever fuck you like I do," she said with an air of finality before her orgasm started to race through her body like lightning.
The Latina screamed at the intensity of it. Never in her life had so came so fucking hard. Running on pure instinct and want she buried her face in Rachel's neck and clamped down with her teeth, hard, marking her sub possessively.
Mouth dropping over, her entire body locking up hard as her pussy clamped down like a vice around the thick cock, Rachel curled into Santana's body as best as she could with the new position, her vision going white as her scream of ecstasy was choked out by her own throat tightening and all of her nerves seeming to fire off all at once. But it was the bite, and the pure domination that it represented, that did her in.
As her neck throbbed with every beat of her heart, body continuously shaking and trembling with her orgasm, that just didn't seem to want to stop, Rachel's coherency snapped completely.
When she came to, she realized that Santana was still deep inside of her, breathing heavily and collapsed mostly atop of her, still pressing her legs nearly to her chest. Her own chest was heaving, and Rachel could barely feel between her legs, except for the small movements that Santana's hips made every so often, which made her whine and jerk her own hips on instinct, even though she felt extremely over-sensitive now.
Mostly, though, Rachel felt overwhelmed, her world unable to right itself completely, and vision still blurry, her jaw and tongue not working in the least. She was just spinning, around and around with endorphins, adrenaline, and the heady, musky scent of Santana's sex and sweat mixed with her own.
Santana's own senses came back a little at a time. She felt extremely...peaceful, but also there was a growing sense of urgency she couldn't figure out. Her brain felt muddy, like she had been turned upside down and dunked into water. Slowly she began to become aware of her body again, and by extension, Rachel's body underneath her.
It took a few moments for everything to click into place, but when it did it was because the sound of a low, pitiful whine issuing from deep in Rachel's chest that caused it. The sense of urgency she had felt suddenly made sense, and became an all consuming need to care of Rachel now.
Blinking and shaking her head, the Latina pushed herself up, wincing when she realized that her hand definitely did in fact hurt now. Biting the inside of her cheek she focused down into Rachel's hazy eyes and places a soft kiss on her cheek. "Don't move baby," she instructed before reaching between them and slowly, very gently, beginning to pull the fake cock out of her sub's abused pussy inch by inch. Her eyes never left Rachel's face and she was there to sooth every whimper and hiss with a kiss on her lips. "Almost out," she murmured, moving her own hips back until the dildo popped out of Rachel with a small, wet pop and rested against swollen, red skin.
Leaning back on her knees, the Latina quickly unbuckled the strap-on and then, hissing lightly, pulled the other head of the dildo out of herself and threw it to the side of the bed. Wordlessly, but keeping a soothing hand on Rachel's stomach, she set out to do some after care. Aspirin and water at this point were a must, for both of them.
Rachel woke up the next morning blurry eyed, and incredibly tired. She was sore everywhere, but especially between her legs, and somehow Santana and her were not completely wrapped up in each other. The lack of physical connection made her chest tight, and completely unbidden her eyes filled with tears, which only made her more frustrated. She still wasn't used to her emotions being so out of whack after a subcrash…
With a little whine Rachel reached over weakly towards Santana, trying to roll over and get closer to her, though her body wasn't very responsive. She whined a little loudly, sniffling and getting more frustrated as the seconds went by.
Santana wasn't so much asleep as she was floating. Her mind was...hazy to say the least. And her body felt like she had run a marathon only to get hit by a truck at the finish line. She had drifted in and out of consciousness a few times during the night and what sleep she had gotten was hard and dreamless.
The sound of Rachel sniffling was enough to make her eyes flutter open and she turned her head, frowning at the distance between them. It wasn't much. Maybe a few inches at best, but it was enough to upset Santana and very obviously upset Rachel.
"Shh it's okay, Rach," she whispered, her throat gravely and mouth dry. Grimacing at the effort it took to move her body, particularly her left hand, the Latina rolled onto her side and scooted towards Rachel, enveloping her in her arms immediately. Being pressed up against Rachel like that worked a great deal to clear the haze from the music exec's mind and she sighed before pressing a gentle kiss to the woman's temple.
Rachel curled into Santana immediately, burying her face in the woman's chest and continuing to cry quietly, sniffling and whimpering and trying to get her breathing to even out. She shivered a little, trying to press tighter against her Domme and take deeper breaths. The connection was helping, though. Her chest was loosening more, making her crying come easier and more naturally, and she felt safe again. Safe enough to let out a small sob and not be as angry at herself for it.
After several minutes her tears slowed, as did her sobs, and all the anxious energy in her muscles seeped out, letting her body sag against Santana's completely.
Rachel closed her eyes, kissing the inside of Santana's breast softly.
Gently Santana ran her fingers up and down Rachel's back as the woman cried, starting right above her ass and moving all the way up to the base of her neck. Rachel's subcrashes were pretty intense and still caused Santana heart to clench up, something she doubted would ever change, but she knew the best thing to do was just let the woman get it out and hold her.
When her crying stopped and Santana felt the singer's body sag into her arms she smiled softly and kissed her forehead. "How are you feeling, baby?" She murmured, her face buried in Rachel's hair, inhaling the comforting smell of her sub.
Nodding a little into Santana's chest, she breathed in again, body relaxing more as Santana's scent washed over her senses and helped to clear her head. "Sleepy…" she murmured, "and really sore… But good. So good…" Her bruises were throbbing, and her entire body just felt… dead. And heavy. But satisfied, and especially safe.
Then, after a moment. "Are you okay…?"
Santana had to think about that question for a moment. Her body definitely did not feel okay. The muscles in her legs and arms practically screamed every time she took a breath, and god the area between her legs had her convinced she wouldn't be walking anytime soon.
And god her fucking hand hurt now. The pain reminded her of yesterday, and how out of control she had felt the whole day. Usually, after a day like that, especially considering the fight, Santana would be upset and moody for days, maybe even weeks. Her mind had a tendency to dwell on the bad times like you couldn't believe.
But she didn't feel like that. Instead she felt...light, almost free in some way she couldn't exactly put a name too. Last night, with Rachel, had been amazing and therapeutic in almost a magical way.
Yawning lightly she tightened her arms around her sub and smiled. "I feel great," she said. "Sore, and my hand feels like I punched a mountain, but I feel really...just great." The two were silent for a few moments before Santana pressed another kiss to Rachel's head and hummed lightly. "Thank you," she said plainly, knowing that Rachel would probably know exactly what she was being thanked for.
Rachel managed a tiny smile, nipping playfully at the side of Santana's nearest tit. "You're welcome, ma'am…" she replied. "I just… I was thinking… that maybe…" She could feel her face heat up, but pressed on. "Maybe we should add some things into our, uh, every-day life…? I don't want you to… I hate seeing you so angry and frustrated… I figured, you know… maybe if you had more co-consistent control, it would help…?"
Santana sucked in a harsh breath at the singer's words and her mind started to wander with all the things that little suggestion could entail. So far, the D/s parts of their relationship had been pretty much restricted to when they were at one of their apartments. Anything else just seemed...well a lot closer to an actual relationship instead of the friends with benefits relationship they were in .
Glad that Rachel couldn't see her face, the Latina flushed and bit her bottom lip before clearing her throat, and starting to move her hand up and down Rachel's back, this time a little firmer, needing the connection it gave her. "I...I would be okay with that. But I would want you to make some suggestions of things you would be comfortable with first, Rachel," she said said, switching to rubbing small tight circles on the woman's upper back, massaging the knots she found there.
Groaning, Rachel felt like her muscles were slowly becoming mush the more Santana touched and massaged her… Despite how incredibly sore she was, it was fantastic…
As Santana's words registered, she giggled, then bit it back realizing that this was supposed to be a somewhat serious conversation. "Um… I'm not sure, really. Little things? Like… like choosing what underwear I wear, or if any- depending on if it's viable or not of course. And… having me cook your dinner? Um… Hm… Just… Whatever little things would help you feel more in control during the day. We've been practicing with the anal plugs, so I could try wearing that in public. Texting you in the morning and before I go to bed. Having me go to bed a certain time every night…? Things like that, I guess."
All of the suggestions...the mere thought of them...gave Santana some pretty damn strong, indescribable feelings. The urge to just kind of yell out yes to it all was intense, but Santana just managed to choke it back. She really, really, could not live with the amount of embarrassment that would bring about.
Still, she couldn't stop from nodding a little over eagerly and holding Rachel just a little bit tighter. "I think I need that," she said, her voice coming out a little bit foreign sounding at the rare show of vulnerability. Clearing her throat she kissed Rachel on the forehead and smiled. "How about right now we go back to sleep, and later when we wake up we can discuss this on full stomachs. We can ever make a list and a chart," she teased, lightly pinching Rachel's hip. Her girl did love her lists and charts.
With another giggle, this one much more sleepy than the last, Rachel shifted impossibly closer to her Domme, nodding her head.
With a last kiss to Santana's chest, Rachel drifted off again, this time much more comfortable and secure feeling than she had woken up feeling.