"Oh, fuck yeah baby." Brittany moans as she watches Santana. Even though she can't feel anything, just the sight is enough. "You look so fucking hot like that." Part of Brittany wants to take a picture just so she can capture it forever, but she and Santana have always agreed not to take pictures of what goes on in the bedroom, not because they don't trust each other, but because they don't want to risk any unfortunate accidents.

"Suck it harder." Brittany orders, letting her head tilt back against the back of the couch as Santana kneels in front of her, running her mouth up and down the length of Brittany's strap-on.

For a lesbian, Santana thinks she's fairly good with cocks, even fake ones, and she looks up at Brittany for confirmation that she's doing as well as she thinks she is...then sees the blonde reaching out to answer an incoming phone call.

"Britt." She hisses. "We're kind of in the middle of something."

"But it's about the wedding." Brittany responds, pressing the green button. "Keep going, I'm still watching." Somewhat pacified, Santana goes back to what she was doing, pulling out all the stops to try and get Brittany's attention. Despite her best efforts though, the blondes hand soon goes still in her hair.

"Well no, that's not the price we agreed on." Santana playfully bites the inside of Brittany's thigh, but doesn't even get a reaction from the blonde.

"Brittany..." She whines, but Brittany just mouths,

"I'm on the phone."

"Fine then, enjoy your important phone call." Santana sneers, standing up and finding the clothes she threw off earlier. "It's not like I was sucking your dick or anything." Brittany wants to reply, but she can't exactly talk about it now when she has the caterers on the line, so she just sends Santana an apologetic look as the Latina rolls her eyes and storms out of the room.

"San, wait..." Santana stays, expecting Brittany to hang up and get back to what they were doing before, but the blonde holds up a finger to tell her to wait a minute.
"Oh for fucks sake." She leaves the room, slamming the door behind her.

"I don't get it Rach, what did I do?" Brittany glances nervously at the webcam screen because she doesn't understand how Rachel can be trapped inside it, but decides to go with it anyway because she really needs the advice.

"You said that you had a fight during sex." Rachel confirms, pondering. "And ever since then she's been sulky and distant."

"Like really sulky, she hardly said a word during dinner."

"And it's not that time of the month?"

"Definitely not." Rachel thinks long and hard before coming to her conclusion.

"How often have you been having sex since you got engaged."

"Quite a bit, I mean, not as much as before because with Santana working on closing this massive deal and me trying to plan the wedding we just don't have as much time..."

"Well there's your answer." Rachel grins victoriously at having solved the problem. "You've been missing out on sex and she's upset that you chose a phone call over her."

"But I didn't choose it over her." Brittany frowns. "I was going to go right back to having sex with her as soon as I was done. And I obviously wouldn't have taken it if we'd actually been in the middle of sex, it was just foreplay."

"Maybe it meant more to her than you though." Rachel suggests.

"But if she was angry that she missed out on sex then why is she being so moody-pants now? That's just making her have even less sex." Rachel leans forward to the camera and lowers her voice.

"Sometimes Quinn acts out like that because she wants it."

"Really?"

"Totally, or she'll deliberately get in trouble so I'll, you know..."

"Punish her?" Brittany finishes, and Rachel gives a nod. Brittany had always assumed that Quinn was the one in charge in the bedroom, but Santana had always said that she knew a control freak when she saw one, and Rachel definitely was. Turns out the Latina had been right. "You think that's what Santana's doing?"

"Maybe not consciously." Rachel shrugs. "I think that really she's crying out for attention, and trust me, I know a thing or two about that." Brittany can't help laughing, because Rachel has somehow managed to massively mature over the years, whilst staying the same.

"Okay Rach, well I've got to go now, but I I'm really looking forward to seeing you."

"It's gonna be so amazing." Rachel squeals, clapping her hands together excitedly. "I can't wait."

"Britt, I'm gonna go to bed okay?" Santana listens out for a reply, but doesn't hear one. She wonders if her sulking has also put Brittany in a bad mood, and starts to feel a little guilty about it. She's part way through changing for bed when Brittany walks into the room, a gleam in her eye.

"Bit early don't you think?"

"I was...tired." Santana drops the t-shirt she was about to pull on and melts into Brittany's kiss, feeling her pent up frustration melt away.

"That's a shame, because I had other things in mind."

"What other things?" Santana asks hopefully, as Brittany glides a hand through the Latina's silky, black hair.

"I thought we could play a game." Brittany suggests, gently turning the Latina around, before grabbing her hands and pulling them behind her back. Out of reflex, Santana pulls her hands away at first, which makes Brittany grip her harder. "You're not going to resist are you Slave?"

"No." Santana instantly responds, turning submissive the second she hears her 'playtime name'.

"Good." Something cold wraps around her right wrist and then her left, clicking into place. Brittany normally saves the handcuffs for special occasions, because despite how much they both enjoy them, Santana squirms so much that she often has marks on her wrists for days. "You have my permission to speak Slave."

"Thank you Mistress." Santana answers as Brittany guides her to lie down on her front. "What game are we going to play?"

"It's called tickle or spank." Brittany explains, landing a smack on Santana's butt. "The rules are very easy, I'm going to spank you, but you get to decide when I stop." Santana frowns, because that seems too simple. There must be a catch... "And you can stop me by begging me to tickle you instead, understand?" There it is.

"Yes mistress." Santana yelps as Brittany starts spanking her, lightly at first, just to warm her up. After a while though, it gets hard enough to really hurt.

"Remember Slave, we can stop whenever you want." She gives the Latina an extra hard spank that pushes her over the edge.

"Ow, okay, tickle me Mistress."

"I told you to beg, not demand." Brittany reprimands with a harsh slap.

"Sorry Mistress, please tickle me." Santana squeals as Brittany's fast fingers go straight for the most ticklish spot on her waist.
"Nooo, Brittany stop." Santana squirms to try and escape, or at least defend herself. but can't with the handcuffs holding her. "Plleeaassee."

"Please what?"

"Please spank me, please." Santana has never wanted to be spanked so much in her life, and Brittany takes advantage of this, reaching over into the drawer and grabbing the paddle. She carries on where she left off reddening the Latina's rump until her girlfriend finally begs to be tickled again.

"This isn't fair." Santana screams, nearly crying with laughter, bucking and kicking her legs in desperation. "I can't win this game."

"That's exactly why we're playing it."

After playing this for a while, Santana's whole body feels sensitive to Brittany's touch and she's panting with exhilaration. She can never put into words just how much it turns her on to be at Brittany's mercy. Their eyes lock and hold each other intensely.

"Please mistress." Santana pants. Brittany softly grazes her lips against the brunette's.

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me."

"Well seeing as you asked so nicely." Brittany bites softly on Santana's lip and doesn't hesitate anymore before ramming two fingers into the Latina's waiting pussy. Santana moans and her head rolls backwards as Brittany begins to furiously pump her fingers backwards and forwards.

"Oh fuck, Britt, yes." The dancer's skilled fingers work her until she's screaming out in ecstasy. Brittany takes one of her girlfriend's nipples in her mouth and sucks hard on it, biting down just as the Latina comes to a mind-blowing orgasm.

"I love you so much." Santana murmurs, settling down with an arm around Brittany in preparation to fall asleep. "And I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"For being horrible to you today, I was just kind of frustrated. It was wrong of me to yell and swear at you."

"It's okay baby." Brittany smiles, just happy that she and Santana are back to normal. "I'm gonna listen to Rachel more often."