Rachel, hovering in between sleep and wakefulness, felt a persistent poke at her side. She groaned turning away, but a gentle laugh brought her back to the land of the living as she opened her eyes to see bright hazel looking down at her adoringly.
"It's about time, I've been trying to wake you up for the last ten minutes." Quinn drawled.
"Sorry Mistress, I find myself extremely worn out this morning." She raised her head and looked around, noticing the distinct lack of a certain Latina. "Where's Mistress Santana?"
"San had to head back to her place for a bit to take care of some business, she'll be back later. In the meantime, we have some time to kill."
"Could we go to the music store? I'd like to start looking for a good song for our duet."
Quinn smiled at the brunette's sudden energy. "Sure thing, Princess. We can get lunch while we're out too."
Rachel beamed at the idea of going out with her mistress. "Do you think we can see if anyone from Glee wants to come to the store with us?"
"If that's what you want, little one." Quinn said indulgently, "Now go get ready, I'll make us some breakfast."
"Yes Mistress." Rachel chirped. She placed a quick kiss on Quinn's cheek before bounding into the bathroom.
By the time she came down to the kitchen fully dressed, she found the table set with oatmeal, fruit salad, and yogurt. She spied her cushion -as she took to calling the soft pillow the girls had provided for her- sitting in the living room and grabbed it.
Quinn's eyebrows shot to her hairline as she watched Rachel forgo sitting across from her for kneeling near her feet with a bowl of oatmeal and yogurt. She smiled when the brunette finished her meal and sighed in content as she laid her head in Quinn's lap.
She sat there for a while, reading a book she had found on one of the many bookshelves around Rachel's house while she alternated running her hands through soft brown hair and sharing the fruit salad with the submissive brunette.
Once all the food was gone, she stood and helped Rachel to her feet then grabbed the dirty dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Once they were done she turned to the diva.
"Puck and Tina said they could join us, but I think everyone else is busy or sleeping so they won't be coming."
"That's alright, not many people are usually inclined to partake in most activities on a Sunday morning." Rachel responded. "Though I am excited to compare song choices with Noah and Tina."
"Maybe they can come to lunch with us. I know Santana would never pass up a chance to make fun of Puck."
"That would be enjoyable!" Rachel beamed.
Quinn smiled at her little pet's enthusiasm before turning toward the door and walking into the living room. She instructed Rachel to kneel at her usual place near the couch while she dove into her bags that she had left there on Friday.
"Now," she said as she withdrew two thin boxes from her bag. "Before we go out, there are some things we need to go over."
Rachel nodded but said nothing as she looked up at her mistress.
"Firstly, I know we said that in public, you're to generally address San and I as your friend's, not your mistresses, but that doesn't mean we want you going out without a reminder of who you belong to."
Rachel shivered in pleasure as she watched Quinn open the boxes and pull out two sparkling silver bracelets. She held them out to and Rachel felt happy tears spring to her eyes. On the inside of each bracelet was a small inscription, one saying: Property of Quinn. The other: Property of Santana.
"Thank you Mistress." She whispered. There was still that tiny voice in the back of her head that was asking why she was feeling so happy over being essentially reduced to an object, but the more time she spent with these girls, the quieter that voice became. It was consistently being drowned out by the bliss that came with knowing that these girls had committed to taking care of her unconditionally, and that she could trust them to help her let go and not always be worried about one thing or another.
Quinn smiled as she clipped the bracelets on, "Of course, once you're done your training, we'll be able to collar you properly, but until then, these should help to remind you that you're ours and we're yours."
Rachel smiled and threw her arms around Quinn's neck. The blonde laughed gently and raised her to her feet before embracing her properly. After a couple minutes they separated and Rachel followed Quinn out to her car. The drive to the mall where The Music Box was located was filled with friendly chatter while Rachel kept twirling her bracelets and grinning every time she watched the silver twinkle.
*(OoO)*
They arrived at The Music Box around ten-thirty, and after greeting Tina and hugging Puck, Rachel shot off into the store to browse its selection of sheet music. Quinn rolled her eyes good-naturedly and started to peruse the nearest selection while Puck and Tina went off to do their own thing.
About twenty minutes later, she felt someone nudge her and looked up to see Tina nodding toward the door, where an overly coiffed young man had just walked through the door.
"Who's that?" Quinn asked.
"That's Jesse St. James, star of Vocal Adrenaline. And by the looks of it, he has his eyes set on our star."
"Stay here. I'm gonna get a closer look." She ducked down and followed the boy through the shelves as he made his way toward Rachel.
Rachel was surprised when she turned around from the collection of sheet music she was looking through only to walk into someone's chest.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention." She said, looking up into the boy's handsome face.
The boy smiled charmingly, and were it not for the feel of smooth metal against her wrists, Rachel was sure she would have swooned. "That's fine. I was looking for you anyway."
"You were?" She asked.
"You're Rachel Berry, star of New Directions. I saw your performance at Sectionals. It was somewhat impressive, though you lack Idina's power and soul."
Rachel recoiled slightly at the criticism and narrowed her eyes slightly while Quinn growled quietly from her hiding place. It was clear he was trying to throw Rachel off balance, and before she knew what she was doing, she marched out and stood beside her girl.
"Hey, Rach. Find any good songs?" She asked. She could see the relief in her little one's eyes as she turned to her.
"Oh! Mi-urm… Quinn! Yes, I've found quite a few songs that will complement us perfectly." She smiled before turning back to Jesse, "I'm sorry Jesse, but I'm here with my friends and we were about to leave, so unless you need something, it was nice to meet you."
Quinn's heart swelled with pride as she watched Rachel regain her composure and address the arrogant looking boy easily.
"Actually," He said in a lower tone as he leaned against the shelf, ultimately cutting off their path to the exit. "I was hoping to ask you to sing with me."
"Really?" Rachel asked.
"Yes. I sometimes come here to give free performances, and I'd like the opportunity to show you what a real male lead can do." He smirked flirtatiously and Quinn felt jealousy flare through her. Everyone knew that the quickest way into Rachel's good graces was to sing with her.
But then she noticed that Rachel kept reaching for her bracelets, and they seemed to ground her enough to notice the slight against her teammates. Her eyes narrowed as she drew herself up to her full height and narrowed her eyes even more as she glared at the boy.
"I'll have you know that, while they don't have the advantage of years of training like I do, every one of my teammates is extremely talented and I will not tolerate you insulting them like that." Quinn smirked as she watched Jesse recoil.
"Are you sure? I'm sure we would sound amazing."
"She said no dude. Step off." Puck growled as he joined them.
With that they turned and left, leaving a deflated Jesse St. James in their wake.
*(OoO)*
Unfortunately, Puck and Tina were unable to join them in the food court, but Quinn had received a text from Brittany saying that she and Santana were on their way and would meet them there. With that she instructed Rachel to sit at a table while she bought them some food. Rachel took her seat and contented herself to people watch until a shadow loomed over her.
"Hey Rach, I didn't expect to find you here." Finn greeted cheerfully.
Rachel lowered her eyes and stared at the table, hoping that if she just ignored him, the boy would leave her alone. "So I've been thinking, and I get thatI messed up when I got mad at you," he frowned as he pulled a chair over to her table and took a seat. "But don't you think you've gone on long enough? I mean I get it I messed up and I'm sorry, but the whole pretending to be mad thing is getting kind of old, and I was hoping to be able to take you out before winter break rolled around." He reached across the table and tried to grab her hand while putting on his best smile.
Rachel quickly pulled her hands away setting them on her lap. She looked around frantically for Quinn or Santana and smiled when she saw a fuming Latina marching over.
"So what do you say we put this all behind us and I take you to Breadstix?" Finn asked, clearly oblivious to the fact that the usually talkative girl hadn't said a word. By then Santana was within speaking distance and shouted as she overheard him.
"Finnocence, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Um Santana, we're kinda in the middle of something. You think you back off for, like, five minutes?"
Santana growled loud, taking in the sight of Rachel looking down at her wrists, twirling one of her bracelets. "Oh really?"
The sound of her mistress's voice shocked Rachel out of her reverie and gave her the confidence she needed to address Finn herself.
"Actually no. We weren't. Finn, no matter how much you ask, my answer will always be the same, I will not go on a date with you. Now if you would be so kind as to leave me alone, like you were told to, I might feel less inclined to tell Mr. Schue that you have been harassing me outside of school, which would result in your suspension."
Finn opened and closed his mouth as anger darkened his features, but rather than say anything he merely shot up, knocking over his chair in the process, and stormed off.
Rachel sagged in her seat as Santana slid in next to her and Brittany finally caught up and took the now abandoned chair. She turned to her Mistress and gasped as she took her in for the first time since she arrived.
Santana had a split lip, and there was some light bruising on her face and neck. She smiled sheepishly as tears sprang to Rachel's eyes.
"Hey, pequeno."
"Oh, Mistress…" Rachel whispered as she reached out to stroke the Latina's face. "What happened?"
At this point Quinn had joined them at the booth and had taken in her girlfriend's appearance. "You're going to have to tell her eventually." She said as she took a bite of her fry.
"Tell me what?" Rachel asked looking between the three cheerleaders in confusion.
Brittany scooted over and wrapped an arm around Santana's other side while the dark-haired girl sighed, "It's a long story, Hermosa. I promise I'll tell you, but not today, okay? Right now I just want to eat lunch with my favourite ladies then go home and cuddle with my little pet."
"Okay." Rachel sighed, as she dropped the matter for now. They all sat and ate, having moved on to decidedly lighter topics when Rachel turned to Brittany, "Hey, you know that place in the routine that you couldn't figure out what kind of stunt to put in?" Brittany nodded as she took another bite of her salad. "What do you think of putting in that throw with the spinning flip and backwards dismount we used in our last competition?"
"Oh my God, Rach I forgot about that one! That'd be so cool in the routine." Brittany said excitedly.
"I know it worked really well then. I think if you make it a double with two flier teams side by side, flying in opposite directions, it would be perfect."
Brittany squealed and clapped her hands before launching herself across Santana to wrap Rachel in a hug. The other girls just stared in awe. They had no idea their girl was so talented. She had told them about some of the classes she took, and had seen some of her skills in Glee, but their dance routines were always so basic, barring some special flips and moves done by Brittany and Mike on occasion.
Quinn looked between the two as they discussed the routine. "So I have a question," both girls looked at her, giving her their attention. "If you guys can do all this with the Cheerios and your dance and gymnastics, why do we do such tame stuff for Glee?"
Rachel just chuckled while Brittany answered, "I wanted to, but could you imagine Finn or Mercedes trying to do any of the cool moves we do in Cheerios? Even the easy ones?"
They all laughed at the mental image until Santana spoke up, "Okay, I get it," she turned to Rachel. "but why don't you help Britt with the choreography for Glee too?"
Rachel blushed and looked at her lap. "I do," she answered timidly, "but I do it outside of glee so no one knows."
"But why, Princess?" Quinn asked.
"Because, they barely take any of my suggestions when it comes to music and think I'm just trying to make it the Rachel Berry show. How do you think they would react if they knew that I'm the one who actually choreographs the routines instead of Britt when she's too busy with the Cheerios routines and helping with our other classes? They'd all blow a gasket saying I was just trying to showcase myself, even if that's not the case." As she spoke, tears had started to form in her eyes.
Quinn and Santana immediately surrounded her in their embrace. Santana buried her face in brown hair as tears threatened to fall. "Oh, pequeno, can you ever forgive me? I am so sorry. I was one of those who treated you so badly, and it never had anything to do with you. It was always us and our shit. Please, please say you can forgive me." She started to shake as she fought the tears threatening to fall.
Rachel turned in her seat and buried her face in Santana's neck. "I forgive you. I forgave you all when you found me in that bathroom, and I did it again when I asked you both to be my mistresses. You don't need to apologize."
Santana choked on a sob, "Thank you, Princesa, and I promise Quinn and I are gonna be the best Dommes you could possibly ask for."
Rachel smiled and lightly kissed her neck. "You already are, Mistress. I'm proud to be yours and Mistress Quinn's."
The girls spent a few more minutes in each other's arms, ignoring the world around them, before they stood up, disposed of their garbage and made their way to the parking lot. Since Santana and Brittany had walked, they would all go back to Rachel's together.
The car ride was peaceful, with Rachel curled up against Santana in the back, while Brittany rode in the passenger seat. Brittany smiled as she watched the two brunettes interact, happy Rachel hadn't waited too long to take her advice. They arrived at Rachel's house and Brittany smirked as she watched Rachel look at her and blush before shakily removing her pants and sweater so she was left in just her t-shirt and underwear. She grinned when Santana called her a good girl and told her to wait in the living room and Rachel beamed and nodded shyly before bounding into the other room.
"Wow, you guys must be really good at training if she's already acting like that." Brittany observed.
"Oh Britts, you don't know the half of it," Santana exclaimed joyously as they made their way to the living room. She made sure her voice was loud enough for her little pet to hear them talking about her. "Most of it is just her, she barely needs any training at all."
"With luck, we want to have her collared by the time winter break comes around so we can really have some fun with her."
Rachel grinned with pride from her place kneeling on her cushion as the other girls walked in. Brittany walked over and ran a hand through her hair, "How is she when you're playing?"
"Fantastic!" Quinn exclaimed as she took her usual seat on the couch.
Santana leaned down and pulled the diva up so she was spooning her from behind while lying on the couch. She brought her lips close to her ear as tan fingertips danced across her stomach under her shirt. "Maybe if she's good, we'll show you just how much fun she can be." Rachel mewled as a stray thumb grazed the bottom of her bra. "Would you like that, pet? Us playing with you in front of Brittany? Maybe even having her join in?"
Rachel whimpered as she imagined exposing herself like that for her friend and felt a gush of wetness between her legs. "Y-yes Mistress."
"San," Quinn deadpanned. "could you at least wait until I start the movie?"
"Fine." Santana mock pouted before nibbling just below her girl's ear. "Rachel?" She asked.
"Y-yes Mistress?" Rachel tried to get control of herself as she sensed the gravity in the Latina's tone.
"We want to try something new with you."
"Okay."
"We want to start introducing you to some different types of bondage." Quinn added.
"Like, tying me up before having sex with me?" She couldn't deny the idea excited her, but it filled her with an equal amount of fear.
"It's not just that." Brittany chimed in from her place in the arm chair across from them, her eyes never leaving the trailers before the movie.
"It's not just about sex." Santana explained. "Bondage can be about so much more than that. Sometimes you don't even need to have actual sex to get the emotional release."
"It's about power exchange, and letting go. It's about giving yourself completely to the mercy of someone else. It's a beautiful thing if it starts to work right between the sub and their Dom."
"We don't have to do it right now," Santana said. "Just think about it while we watch the movie, okay?"
"Okay." Rachel nodded. They settled on the couch to watch the movie marathon and she leaned against Santana's shoulder and curled up against her.
Santana put her arm around her while Brittany moved to the couch and cuddled with Quinn and they were set for the evening.
As she was watching the movie, not really paying attention to what was going on, Rachel was suddenly overwhelmed by a wonderful feeling of security that Santana and Quinn created around her. She realized that she had never been this comfortable with anyone else in her life, and especially not since she started living alone, and that even though they had only been getting along for a short while, she trusted these girls with her life. A big part of it was the absolute gentleness in how they handled her and never pushed her for anything. They were so caring and patient, and they ended up handling easing her into the type of relationship they now had with tact and grace. She knew right then that they would never take advantage of her and, despite their tumultuous past, she could surrender to them and never be the slightest bit unsafe. She made her decision.
Rachel sat up and Santana gave her a quizzical look.
"Show me."
"Show you what, Hermosa?"
"Those things you said about bondage, I want you to show me. Please Mistress." She added.
Santana grinned, "Are you sure?"
"Yes. I want to feel what it's like to give complete control of myself to you and Quinn."
"Alright," Santana said as she stood up. "I'll go get some equipment."
She exited the room and Quinn pulled Rachel into her arms. "I'm really proud of you little one." She said as she held the girl. Rachel grinned and felt her heart race almost out of control. This was what she wanted. She had wanted to let go, and as Quinn slid her shirt over her head and started to nibble on her neck, she knew that this was the first step in actively letting go of her mental control.
"Wow Rach, you're super hot." Brittany commented causing Rachel to flush.
Quinn smirked against her neck and bit down harder, eliciting a small moan from the diva.
"Stop teasing her Q," Santana said as she entered the room. "We're starting slow." She came to the couch and took her place back next to Rachel. Rachel noticed that she had two carefully coiled pieces of deep red rope with her. Her heart leapt to her threat as she saw them. "We'll start with something simple. Just turn your back to me and put your hands behind you."
With some hesitation, she obeyed. Santana grabbed her wrists and gently pushed them against each other.
"Ju-just don't make them too tight please." She said with a trembling voice.
"My little pet. You'll come to know that with my rope skills, they don't have to be tight to be completely inescapable."
Santana coiled the rope against her wrists. Rachel could sense that she could do it faster, but the Latina was doing everything slow to not freak her out. She tried to glance back to see what it was that her mistress was actually doing, but it was just outside of her view. She was surprised how soft the ropes against her wrists and how they only felt more comfortable as she coiled more layers of the rope.
She then did something between her wrists to tighten the tie and suddenly she said:
"Okay, you're all set."
Rachel turned and looked between the two HBICs and saw so much love and affection that it made her feel like everything she had endured in her life was worth it.
"Try it out." Quinn said in almost a whisper.
She wriggled her arms and hands and her wrists were indeed locked tight against each other without the ropes digging in or pinching anywhere. She wriggled her fingers, trying to find the knot that was holding it all together, but to no avail.
"I guess you're at our mercy for the time being," Santana said. Rachel smiled broadly.
"Why don't you kneel for a bit, Princess, see how it feels?" Quinn suggested.
Rachel nodded and lowered herself to her cushion. Though she had kneeled there before, there was something fundamentally different about it now. She couldn't quite put her finger on it though and she lost track of time as she sat there thinking about it.
She was broken from her thoughts when Santana pulled her up and into a passionate kiss with one hand while the other scooped her breast. Rachel was overwhelmed by the passion behind the kiss as it went on for what felt like forever, not that she minded one bit. She surrendered herself completely to the strong arms holding her and the mouth doing a passionate dance with her own. She could feel a spark of understanding about what was so different this time around, but the moment came to a close before she could truly grasp it.
Santana looked down at her with an intensity she'd never really seen before, "You have no idea how sexy you look, Pequeno." She said. "Just the sight of you with your hands behind your back is making me go crazy."
Rachel's cheeks burned in embarrassment as she smiled meekly back at her. Santana returned the gesture and they spent a moment just looking at each other before the dark-haired girl broke her gaze and grabbed the remote.
"Time for the next movie," She said. Rachel sat up with some difficulty and after a moment of contemplation decided to go back to her previous position leaning against Santana. She let out a sigh of pleasure when she felt Quinn pull her legs into her lap and start rubbing them up and down.
The movie wasn't very interesting, or if it was, Rachel wasn't paying attention in any case. They had shifted positions so that she was now leaning against Santana's torso, between her legs, with one tan arm holding her close, and all Rachel could focus on was the feeling that lying against her mistress with her hands behind her back produced. She was overwhelmed with a flood of contentment. By letting completely go of her ability to use her hands, Rachel had transferred all of her responsibilities to them. Santana and Quinn would take care of everything and protect her. She didn't have to worry about doing the wrong thing because she couldn't do anything. As she realized this, she was struck by the beauty of the fundamental shift in the relationship between the three of them and the wealth of happiness it brought her.
As she relaxed more and more, Rachel could feel Santana's breathing soothing her as well. She couldn't feel her mistress' heartbeat because her were blocking direct contact between their torsos, but she was sure that it had to be slowing much like hers was. She looked ahead and took in the smile of contentment on Quinn's face as she absentmindedly stroked her legs, and the knowledge that her mistresses were relaxing made Rachel relax even more.
Rachel realised that the three of them were caught in some sort of feedback loop powered by their mutual feelings of contentment and she recognized that this had the potential to take her places she hadn't thought possible. She had never been as relaxed or felt as safe as she did right then, and as she closed her eyes and let her emotions wash over her, she realized that the familiar little voice of doubt and uncertainty in the back of her mind -the one that had been constantly telling her that what they were doing was wrong and that something was bound to go wrong eventually- was gone.
She was roused by her own sensory barrage when she felt Santana very carefully and slowly slip her hand beneath her bra. She lifted her hand under the cup until she found one of Rachel's breasts and started to caress it gently. She mewled softly as she felt Santana lay a kiss on the top of her hair before allowing herself to be guided into lying down on the couch while Quinn gently spread her legs apart.
"Why don't we give Britt a proper show, Princess?" She asked.
"Yes Mistress." Rachel whimpered as she watched the three most popular and beautiful girls she knew strip.
Santana smirked as she looked between her girlfriend and her little one, "It's my turn to have some fun with you, Rach, so while Britts keeps Quinn busy, why don't we show them how good of a girl you can be."
"Yes Mistress Santana," Rachel whispered, unable to take her eyes off her gorgeous tan mistress.
Santana smiled and reached down to unbuckle her belt. She pulled it off slowly, then placed it across Rachel's stomach, her fingers lingering against the smaller girl's skin for a moment before removing the rest of her clothes in one smooth motion. She let them puddle on the floor and sauntered over to Rachel, breasts swaying slightly in the lacy cups of her bra.
Rachel wanted to touch, but after a moment of struggling against her bindings, she realised that she wanted to be touched even more. She wanted to give herself over completely.
Santana bent down to kiss her, open-mouthed, tongue pushing its way into Rachel's mouth in quick little dips, reaching down to cup one of Rachel's breasts as she does so. Rachel arched into Santana's touch, she vaguely heard the front clasp of her bra snap open and someone in the room moan, but she was still unprepared and gasped when Santana pinched her nipple hard, twisting her fingers in a deliciously painful way.
Breaking the kiss, Santana takes a seat on the large couch next to Rachel. "Are you ready?" she asked quietly as she started to massage Rachel's other breast with her fingertips.
"Fuck… yes Mistress," Rachel moaned. "I want you to-to take me. Please."
"You remember your safe word?"
"Yes Mistress."
"And when do you use it?"
"When I want you to stop." Santana smiled and ruffled her hair gently.
"Good girl."
Santana rolled on top of her and buried her face in Rachel's neck. Rachel tilted her head as much as she could and Santana bit down on the muscle between her neck and shoulder hard while she ran her hand up and down the diva's side, fingernails first. Rachel cried out and Santana pulled back briefly,
"Shhh," she said. She glanced around the room and smirked when she saw Brittany slowly stroking Quinn's dick as they both watched. "Lift your head up," she said as she grabbed the belt from where it was still stretched across Rachel's stomach. Rachel had an idea of what was coming next as the thin leather dragged across her lips, and so she opened her mouth without command and let Santana work it between her teeth. "Bite down," Santana said softly as she tied the ends together behind Rachel's head so she can't spit it out. "Now no more words until I say you're allowed, got it? Blink twice if you understand."
Even though it was a rather thin belt, the leather felt thick against Rachel's tongue, the texture completely foreign to her. For a second, she felt like she couldn't breathe, and almost began to panic, but then Santana started licking around the leather and back down her throat, where she bit down making Rachel feel hot again.
Santana moved slowly down Rachel's front, alternating hard bruising bites that felt almost like they could break skin, followed by soothing licks, with sweet little nibbling kisses. She lingered on the diva's breast for a long time, until her nipples were so tender that even the barest brush of Santana's cheek as she buried her face in Rachel's cleavage caused a shock of sensation all the way down to her toes. She moaned quietly, as she wasn't sure where that fell in her mistress's no-talking rule.
Apparently, it wasn't a problem though, as Santana moved down and tongued her navel, nipping it around the edge as she fucked it slowly with her tongue. It felt funny –it felt perfect. Rachel squirmed under the ministrations and lifted her hips, her body pleading uncontrollably.
Santana smirked at the whine that tore from Rachel's throat as she pulled away, wickedly breathing cool air over the spit-damp area, making Rachel squirm even more as the sudden cold breath replaced her mistress's warm tongue. Santana quirked an eyebrow at her pet, amused, before standing up.
Quinn chuckled from her position on the armchair, her attention torn from Brittany on her knees sucking her cock, to the more-than-slightly desperate look in Rachel's eyes.
"Patience, Princess," she said softly. "We're just getting started with you."
Santana smirked as she returned holding a small vibrator. She watched big pools of brown widen as she clicked it on and a small buzzing filled the room. But instead of pushing it against Rachel's throbbing clit, she moved it up to the songbird's mouth, trailing it along her lips, just shy of where the leather of the belt comes free from Rachel's bite.
Rachel didn't get an opportunity to consider how strange it should be before the buzzing of the vibrator on her mouth, and the way that Santana let it brush against the leather -making the entire belt move against her teeth and tongue –made her mouth start becoming as tender as her nipples and the amount of stimulation made it hard for her to think.
Santana smiled at the way she manipulated her little one's body as she moved the vibrator away from Rachel's lips. She trailed it down between her breasts and leaned in to kiss the panting brunette, light and chaste, before smirking wickedly, clicking the bullet up one speed setting, and resting the very tip of it against one of Rachel's nipples.
Rachel groaned loudly as her back arched and her eyes watered. Santana smiled down at her as she pulled the belt out her mouth before crouching down between her little one's legs.
Rachel looked down at her mistress, momentarily distracted by the large bruise on the Latina's side, before warm, dark eyes brought her back.
"Later," Santana growled, and immediately her curiosity was pushed to the back of her mind. "Right now I just wanna hear what it is you want."
"I-I-" Rachel struggled to get the words out as she was helped to sit up. She was vaguely aware of Quinn and Brittany sitting on either side of her, but she couldn't take her eyes off Santana's as she crouched between her legs and pushed the vibrator against her pussy, just shy of her clit.
"Go on, Rach," Brittany whispered, stroking her leg soothingly, "tell her."
"I-I want to do –want to be good." Rachel whimpered, and all three girls could tell that she meant more than just in the bedroom, even if she didn't. "For Mistress Quinn and Mistress Santana."
"You are. You're such a good girl," replied Quinn.
"We're so proud of you." Santana punctuated her sentence with a kiss that ended with teeth scraping across Rachel's skin.
Rachel wailed, staring down at Santana with wide eyes, and all she could utter was, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," said Santana, repeating it on her other thigh.
"Oh that's so-so…" Rachel squealed as hands and mouths started exploring her body from both sides.
"Good?" Santana suggested.
"Yes…" And just then, Brittany bit down lightly on the side of her breast and Rachel felt herself sob, overwhelmed. "It's j-just so m-much!"
Once again, Quinn and Santana could tell that Rachel was talking about more than just what was happening right there and then.
"Why don't we make things a little easier for you?" Quinn suggested, sitting up and getting off the couch.
"Okay," Rachel replied, though it's clear that the abrupt lack of contact had her on edge.
"Head up?" Quinn asked, folding the scarf she grabbed so it's layered and opaque.
Rachel nodded, lifting her head and turning slightly to face Brittany. Brittany smiled softly and pushed a stray lock of hair out the brunette's face.
"Your mistresses take such good care of you."
"Yes, they do. I care about them so much." Rachel whispered.
"We care about you too, little one," Quinn said as she settled the scarf across Rachel's eyes and tied it securely. "There, better?"
"Yes," Rachel said. "It's quieter like this."
"Good," Santana said as she placed another kiss just above her pet's clit, enjoying the way she moaned as the bottom of Rachel's clit brushed against the top of the vibrator. "I like you like this, all laid out for us."
"I like being yours and Mistress Quinn's," Rachel murmured. "I'm supposed to be. I think."
"You are," said Quinn reassuringly. "You're our girl. Our little pet."
"She really is a great pet." Brittany stated.
"Why don't you get down here and find out for yourself, B?" Santana asked.
Rachel felt shifting next to her as Brittany and Santana switched places.
"Please?" Rachel whispered. "Please Mistress? I-I want…"
"Of course." Santana eased her little one up and onto her throbbing dick while Brittany grabbed the vibrator and kissed Rachel's clit gently.
Rachel sobbed as she felt her mistress's dick finally fill her.
"That's it, Princess. Show Brittany how much of a slut you are."
Rachel moaned as her cheeks flushed. Quinn smiled as she watched her girlfriend thrust slowly. Brittany was thrusting her fingers as she watched Rachel get fucked by Santana, she worked to match her friend's pace, and before long she was cumming hard all over herself.
Just then her phone beeped, and after checking it, she stood up and started gathering her clothes. "That was my mom, I gotta go."
"Alright," Quinn said. "Bye Britt, see you Monday."
"Say goodbye to Brittany, pequeno," Santana breathed in her ear.
"Go-goodbye Brittany." Rachel whimpered.
"Bye Rachie," Brittany smiled as she placed a hard kiss on the brunette's lips.
They watched her go, and once they heard the front door close, both HBICs turned their attention back to the panting diva still impaled on Santana's cock.