Santana crossed her legs from where she sat, trying to keep her face completely neutral as her anger burned deep inside her belly. Charlie looked like a slut, as she rolled her hips against Brittany's hip trying to get more of the toy inside of her. It should have been amusing to watch Brittany of all people tease Charlie, who couldn't really move in her restraints, but instead just the idea of Brittany touching her, had her in a tizzy. It burned her that this is what Charlie had begged for, to be used like some cheap whore for her group of dominant friends.
And they had used her, far harder than anything she had personally done. It was like they were trying to test her. She blamed Cassandra—and Charlie's greedy fucking cunt for this current mess. Charlie responded well to pain and she seemed to have found her match in Cassandra, who was quite possibly a sadist. She knew she could pull the plug at any time, and now would really be an excellent time to do it, but she couldn't. Not without losing face, and without admitting to Brittany that she cared for the architect. Charlie had made it very clear that there was something that she needed that she hadn't been providing. Something which she was personally sure was bullshit. Charlie was always satisfied, she always tended to leave Charlie in an orgasm induced coma.
"You sure you don't want to join us San?" Brittany asks turning to look at her best friend.
Santana shakes her head and forces a smile to her face, noting the way Brittany tilts her head slightly. "No, I've spent all month preparing her. I just want to sit here with my wine and watch as you pound the fuck out of that greedy fucking cunt of hers," Santana said wincing at the coarse words she had used.
Brittany smiles, and glances down at the toy. "Kay, so long as I get her ass before Cassandra does," Brittany said with a small laugh, placing her hands-on Charlie's hips, gripping them tightly before she buries herself into Charlie with one smooth thrust.
Santana's eyes flick to Charlie's face which is currently being gagged by a nasty looking strap-on, that was around Dani's waist. There was drool dripping from the sides of Charlie's very stretched mouth as Dani fucked her mouth. She knew what it meant, she'd seen Dani do this before, that toy was going to split Charlie's ass open. She had made the right call in preparing Charlie for this. Her eyes scan the room and she frowns, she'd lost track of Cassandra which was never good, Charlie had the splashes of wax all over her body and the weighted clamps on her nipples and clit, but if she knew Cassandra that wouldn't be enough.
"I have to have her."
Santana glanced at Cassandra who was coating her arm generously with lube and she winces, she knew what Cassandra was into and Charlie wasn't ready for that. "You're not putting those gigantic hands into her, you'll fucking stretch her out. She's not your submissive." Santana snaps immediately, ignoring how the action slowly comes to a grinding halt.
"She could be though, you said that this was her introduction into the world. She's marvelous Santana, but you have to know that you aren't the right dominant for her. She needs a firmer hand, she needs more pain."
"Until a time she chooses another dominant, I'm still that," Santana snaps at her. "You aren't putting your freakishly large hands into her. You're not fisting her, period. End of discussion. You were a bit generous with the crop, you were very liberal with the cane, look at her, she's had more than enough. Don't think I didn't notice that you caught her lower back, I did. You want to fuck her raw, go ahead, god knows I've spent hours breaking her pussy, and hearing her fucking beg me for more, but you're not doing it."
Cassandra narrowed her eyes slightly but immediately took a step back when Brittany made a move to separate them, "You've gone soft Santana, I remember the time you would have been egging me on. Or Trying to get your own hands in there."
"Yes well, she's at her breaking point," Santana says looking at Charlie, who did look a bit haggard, she had orgasmed countless times already and the only reason she was on her feet was because of her bindings which kept her in the position. "You want to break her? Then do it if she becomes your submissive, but she's not." Santana insists firmly watching Cassandra, daring her to try it. She'd need to be careful, Cassandra was devious.
Dani pulls out of Charlie's mouth watching as their toy for the evening slumps forward, "Santana's right, I mean we've been going at it for nearly four hours now, she probably needs water and something to eat and a quick rest. Not all of us like to break our toys so quickly."
Brittany sighs, "Yeah, let's get her down and let her take a quick breather I mean we do have all night, right?"
Santana narrowed her eyes slightly at the suggestion, she couldn't watch Charlie all night. "We have to go to work tomorrow, there's a massive presentation that she needs to make. I made her a promise that this wouldn't make her fuck up tomorrow."
"So, punish her if she does," Cassandra says moving towards Charlie, gently forcing her head up so she could look at her. "You should come home with me tonight, become my submissive, I'll take you to places Santana hasn't even thought about. You think that this is hardcore, I throw an event once a month, men, women, you'll be used and abused just the way you want to be. Like your fucking pussy craves, I mean it's still dripping wet. You're like a fucking faucet. What do you say? Come home with me tonight?"
Santana's body went rigid, as she watched Charlie, she was thinking about it she had to be thinking about it. "Cassandra—"
"Think of Santana as the beginner level, I'm definitely more advanced, we'll find those limits and then we'll play on that line—"
"Cassandra," Santana snapped crossing the room to get in her face. "Enough."
"She gets to answer Santana, you're her dominant not her master. It's her choice. The choice has always been in her hands," Cassandra said in a mocking tone. "Imagine, all the sex, being covered in cum. Being fucked over and over again," Cassandra smiles. "That's what you were missing isn't it?"
"No."
The words come out as a croak, Charlie's voice hoarse from it's earlier treatment. She shakes her head weakly, she was exhausted. She really just wanted to crawl back into bed and sleep for a month. "Sounds nice, but no thanks."
Santana's heart sank, maybe Cassandra was offering her something that she needed and she simply hadn't been to kind to give to her. "Light?" She prompts.
"Red," Charlie admits easily looking at Santana.
Santana nods, "That's it for today then. We can try this again some other time, but for now it needs to stop," she says briskly.
Brittany pouts, "But I wanted to fuck her ass again."
"Britt. She said red light," Santana sighs rubbing at her temples.
"I know, but you'll invite me, back right?" Brittany grins at her.
"Maybe," Santana says after a moment, because she didn't mind sharing with Brittany on occasion, but this seemed a bit too much for Charlie, even if she had enjoyed every last moment of it. Even if she would probably seek Cassandra out on her own. The fire in her abdomen was back and Santana turns to look at Charlie for a moment before freeing her, she watches as Charlie nearly pitches forward and moves to catch her. "God you're heavy," Santana bitches. "Lay off the fries."
Charlie grunts a response at this and allows Santana to lead her to the soaked bed, she had squirted all over it and it was still damp, but at this point she didn't care as she fell into the sheets, ignoring the wax. She lets out a cry of pain as the weights on her nipples hit the bed. She removes them carefully and curls up, scratching the wax that was still on her hip. Her body would be covered in bruises for a few days at least. It had been interesting but it wasn't something that she could do daily or even weekly. Them forcing her body to orgasm again and again had started out fun but it had quickly morphed into a punishment. She wasn't sure if she wanted an orgasm right now. She yawns and closes her eyes, she'd think about all this in the morning.