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Thank you for your patience while waiting for this update, and I'm sorry it took so long. Real life is kicking my ass right now.
The chapters takes place roughly one week from where the last chapter left off.
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Chapter 14
There are few things less soul destroying than the first day back at school after spring break, and Santana can vouch for that. She had contemplated blowing school off today, but one stern look from her mistress had put that thought straight out of Santana's mind. As much as Santana wishes she wasn't at school, she does admit that it's kind of nice to be out of the house. Santana isn't bitter about being made to stay indoors for most of spring break though, she knows she deserved it. Besides, Shelby had ensured they had some fun too. Today has been the longest amount of time she has spent fully dressed in a while, and Santana feels somewhat confined in her cheerios uniform. She slams her locker closed and starts walking to her English class, wistfully thinking about her mistress. It's only been a day, but Santana misses her already. I bet she misses me too. It excites her to think about the kinds of fun they'll have after she is finished with school for today, and once Shelby is home from work. Especially now that Santana is officially done with her punishment. Santana grins to herself, causing her teacher to shoot her a confused glance as she walks into class.
"Hey." Santana is brought out of her thoughts by Quinn's voice and she groans internally. The empty seat next to Quinn is the only seat left.
"Hey," Santana murmurs back, slumping into the seat.
"How are you doing?" Quinn questions, with a pointed look. Santana sets her jaw and glares at her, she knows that Quinn is referring to her time with Shelby. I hate that she knows, and I hate that she's experienced it.
"Fine," Santana grinds out.
"Hey...I'm not making fun of you," Quinn states softly, being careful to speak as quietly as she can. "I'm just making sure you're okay." Santana studies her friend for a moment, her eyes narrow and suspicious. "Look, we both did shitty things to each other, but I thought it was over with now. I thought everything was forgiven after..." Quinn trails off and blushes. Santana sighs. Great, now I feel bad. How the hell is Quinn able to do that?
"Yeah, that's how it works," Santana mumbles, glancing warily at the students around them and making sure they aren't paying any attention to them. "It's just... we're not there yet, Quinn. Okay? I'm not ready to discuss any of this with you."
"Okay," Quinn nods. "That's fine. Take as much time as you need, but I thought you'd like to know in advance that I'll be at Shelby's house tonight?" Oh my god, I think she's about to have an aneurysm...or maybe she's about to kill me. She looks so pissed.
"What?!" Santana hisses, the teacher turning to face her with a stern expression on her face. "Sorry," Santana murmurs, waiting until the teacher is distracted by another student before speaking again, "you're going there tonight?"
"Yeah, she..uh..wanted to talk to me about some stuff, but I've kinda been putting it off since...you know..." Quinn trails off again, looking down at her lap. She knows. Santana knows what it is that Shelby wants to talk to me about. Would she tell me? Nah, don't be stupid, Quinn. Santana wouldn't go against Shelby in such a way.
"When are you going?" Santana asks her quietly, her voice controlled.
"She wants me to be there at seven," Quinn whispers, the classroom is becoming much too quiet now, it's too risky to discuss it any further. Santana hates this. Mistress hasn't even taken Quinn as her submissive yet, and already I'm losing out on my time with her. Thank god my girls will be there this weekend, I won't be alone. Santana spends the rest of the class attempting to control herself. She knows that acting out because of jealousy will anger her mistress, and she doesn't want to do that. Her books are packed away before the bell even rings, and she is the first student out of the door when it eventually does. Santana stalks to her locker, surprised to see Sugar waiting there for her. The gentle smile that graces Santana's features is a smile that only a few lucky people have witnessed, and Sugar beams back at her.
"Hi," Sugar sweetly states.
"Hi yourself," Santana grins. "I know I told you not to dawdle, but I didn't expect you to be here so quickly," Santana drops her voice, "good girl." Sugar's smile widens, it thrills her to know she has pleased her mistress. Santana smiles at her girl and motions for Sugar to follow her. She leads her out to the parking lot, Brittany will join them later after her dance class, and heads straight for her car. "We're going to mistress' Shelby's for the night," Santana states as she slides into behind the wheel. "Quinn will be there later," she adds softly.
"Why the hell will she be there?" Sugar demands, shocked to hear this piece of news. Santana's eyes flash,
"watch your tone with me," Santana states lowly. Sugar bows her head,
"sorry, mistress." Santana watches her for a moment before starting the car, staying silent as she backs out of her parking space.
"Mistress Shelby would like to speak with her," Santana says once she's on the road. "Mistress Shelby will inform you, I'm sure. Anyway, you probably won't see Quinn. I have my own plans for you tonight," Santana smirks. "Who do you belong to?"
"You, mistress. I belong to you," Sugar instantly responds. Her tummy flutters as she thinks about what might happen when they reach mistress Shelby's house, and she feels a rush of heat between her legs. Mistress is so hot when she is stern. I'm so lucky. I hope she uses the red one. Sugar allows herself to fall into deep, happy thoughts. Santana rolls her eyes, she knows exactly what her girl is thinking about. She notices that Sugar is beginning to fidget in her seat, and she reaches across to place her hand on Sugar's thigh.
"I see you're getting yourself a little worked up," Santana murmurs as she gently squeezes her thigh. "Are you thinking about what I'm going to do to you?" Santana asks, her voice low and gravelly.
"Yes, ma'am."
"And what is it that you think I'm going to do?" Santana pushes further, thoroughly enjoying herself as her submissive squirms.
"Anything you want to, mistress," Sugar squeaks out. Santana chuckles.
"Good answer." I wasn't expecting that. She's learning so quickly. She knows that she's going to enjoy whatever I do. Santana removes her hand from Sugar's leg, the submissive pouting at the loss of contact, and guides the car into Shelby's street. Sugar's pulse quickens as the car is driven into the large garage, knowing her wait is almost is over. "Downstairs. Now," Santana orders firmly. She watches as Sugar almost falls out of the car in her haste to complete her mistress' request, a small smirk pulling at her lips. Stepping out of the car, Santana ensures that she has left enough room for her mistress' car before making her way into the main house. She takes her time, knowing it'll only serve as a reminder to Sugar that she's in charge. Santana checks the note that is stuck to the refrigerator door, instantly recognising her mistress' handwriting.
Quinn will be here at 7. Dinner is at 7:30, you and your girls will be present. No exceptions.
Santana rolls her eyes. She knows she has no way of getting out of this, mistress would not be at all happy if she disobeyed her. Sighing, Santana rips the note from the refrigerator and crumples it into a ball. It's a small act of secret defiance, and it makes her feel a little better. I don't see why I need to be there. What does mistress expect me to do if Quinn accepts her offer? Throw her a welcome party? Santana throws the crumpled note into the trashcan and turns on her heel, marching towards the basement. She stands at the top of the basement steps and looks down at her submissive. Sugar is sitting meekly on the straight backed chair, her hands clasped in her lap.
"Stand up," Santana orders as she walks down to her, stopping a foot away from the silent girl. Santana steps forward and presses a hard kiss to Sugar's lips, guiding Sugar backwards until her back is against the wall. "Who do you belong to?" Santana asks, breaking the kiss and leaving her girl breathless.
"I belong to you, mistress," Sugar breathes out.
"Damn right you do. Undress." Santana steps back and watches appreciatively as Sugar begins to remove her close, her pulse racing as each inch of bare flesh is revealed. Her eyes gleam as she stares at the naked young women in front of her. "Now, undress me."
"Yes, mistress." Santana doesn't miss the eagerness in her submissive's voice, and it pleases her. Sugar rids her mistress of her cheer top, and fights with the clasp of her bra. After a moment, Santana's magnificent breasts are released from their prison, and Sugar's pupil dilate. "Focus!" Santana snaps, and Sugar quickly bends down to untie Santana's shoelaces. Her mistress sits down on the straight backed chair and her sneakers are pulled off. She lifts her hips slightly as Sugar all but rips the rest of her clothes off. Sugar stays where she is, kneeling in between her mistress' legs.
"Mistress, may I?" Sugar requests hopefully, gazing up at her stunning mistress.
"Taste me." Sugar needs no encouragement. She scoots herself closer and places her hands on Santana's toned thighs, the bare skin feeling warm beneath her palms. She leans in closer as her mistress spreads her legs, breathing in her scent. Sugar teasingly runs her tongue down Santana's pussy, marvelling at how wet her mistress already is. Santana's breath catches in her throat and she tangles her fingers in Sugar's hair, pushing her girl closer and closing her eyes. She feels Sugar's lips enclose around her clit, and she tilts her head back, Sugar's talented mouth causing every nerve ending in her entire body to tingle. The things she can do to me. She's so fucking good. She lets out a low moan when she feels Sugar's tongue circle her entrance, feeling a familiar tug in her lower tummy. Sugar grins against her mistress' hot, soaking flesh before sliding her tongue back up to Santana's clit, licking the length of her pussy and savouring her juices. Her tongue glides around Santana's erect clit in a well practised movement, circling the bundle of nerves, but not quite touching it. She lets out a squeal as Santana pulls her up with her hair, bringing them nose to nose. Santana's full lips meet Sugar's and she passionately kisses her submissive, her tongue sliding into her mouth. Santana showing Sugar that she is still one hundred percent in charge.
"You're mine," Santana growls, lifting her knee and bringing into contact with Sugar's drooling centre.
"Yes, mistress," Sugar whimpers, attempting to rub herself against her mistress' smooth thigh.
"It isn't your turn. You haven't earned your right to come," Santana tells her, her teeth nipping at Sugar's pulse point. Sugar lets out a low whine when Santana lowers her knee, desperate for some friction. "That's what you get for teasing me. I won't be so nice if you do it again," Santana warns her, guiding Sugar back down to her soaking centre. This time, Sugar doesn't mess around. Santana throws her head back as Sugar's sucks her clit, pleasure flowing through her entire body as she gets closer and closer to climaxing. She looks up when the basement door opens, her chest heaving with her erratic breaths as she stares up at her mistress. Shelby smirks and gazes down at Sugar, whose face is still buried between her mistress' legs, before her eyes shift back to Santana.
"Keep going!" Shelby states loudly and firmly when she notices Sugar falter. She watches Santana, electric bolts of arousal shooting straight to her centre when Santana makes eye contact with her through hooded lids. Their eyes remain locked as Santana's body is rocked with a powerful orgasm, and Shelby's breath catches in her throat. She had never seen Santana look as stunning as she does in this moment. She looks intensely beautiful as she rides out her orgasm, her breasts heaving and her lips parted. Look at her. Just look at her. Shelby stares down at them as Santana slowly gathers her breath back and takes control of her submissive. Watching Santana in action is the hottest thing Shelby has ever seen and, luckily for her, she's hers.
To be continued... Please review, feedback is extremely motivating and I'm hoping to update again this weekend. Thanks for reading!