Ch. 22 — Snap

Q: NSFW Snapchat

Santana reads Quinn's message and wonders what she might have sent as she switches over from her text app to Snapchat.

Santana exhales sharply. "Fuck," she lets out slowly. Quinn has sent her scandalous pictures while at work before, but this one really takes the cake. Her blonde hairs falls in waves, perfectly framing her face. Her lower lip is tucked between her teeth, giving her an irresistible pouty look. Falling off of her shoulders, Quinn had on a scarlet red robe, with a lacy bra barely covering her nipples, the robe cinched right below her breasts, accentuating them more. A little further down, Santana can make out what looked to be a matching pair of red lace panties. The set looks new, like one of the lingerie pieces Quinn was showing Santana recently. Santana has assumed Quinn forgot about it since it was never mentioned again, but clearly she hadn't. But what caught Santana's eye was two little words: "I'm waiting" at the bottom of the picture.

Santana gulps, rubs her hand over her face and quickly glances at the clock on her dash. The red numbers beat out a steady "20:08". Only two more hours left in her eight hour shift. "Please to whatever gods there are, let the rest of the night go by quickly."

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With fifteen minutes left in her shift, Santana checks her phone for any new messages, just like she's been doing every fifteen minutes or so since Quinn's sexy snap. Unlike the other times, she's greeted with a notification of a new snap from Quinn. Santana quickly opens it, no longer even attempting to act like she's paying attention to her coworkers. It's a picture of a small cuff key, lying dangerously close to the top of Quinn's mound, with the words "let's out this to use tonight." Santana can practically feel herself in between Quinn's legs, fingers tracing through soft curls before finding slick lips. Santana closes her eyes and inhales deeply. This shift has got to fucking end. She thinks to herself.

Finally, Santana's shift is over. She quickly rushes to her locker to stow her gear and change clothes. But as soon as her duty belt is safely secured, Santana slams her locker door shut, grabs her keys, and is out the door, uniform be damned.

In the time it takes for Santana to get to Quinn's, Quinn sends Santana a text that if Santana wasn't eagerly racing to get to Quinn, she was now.

Q: I've been a very bad girl and need some police assistance. Maybe you can help, Officer.

When Santana reaches Quinn's, she quickly throws her vehicle in park and races to the front door, using the key that Quinn gave her recently. Santana moves silently through the house, shedding her uniform as she goes.

"Oh Officer," Quinn calls out. "I'm in need of some assistance. I've been a naughty naughty girl and need some correcting." Santana gulps, hurrying her actions. "Come do a strip search on me, Officer, before I cuff you."

Santana heads to Quinn's room and sees her lounging on the bed, robe loosely tied around her waist, cuffs dangling from her finger. "So you've been bad, Ms. Fabray?" Santana asks, with an edge of authority to her voice. Quinn nods her head in affirmative. "Do you know what happens when you're bad, ma'am?"

"Why don't you tell me, Officer? Better yet, show me."

"Ma'am, I'm going to need you to stand, turn around, and place your hands on the bed." Quinn slowly crawls to the edge of the bed, batting her eyes at Santana when she reaches the edge of the mattress. "All the way off the bed, ma'am." Quinn slides off the bed, pressing herself against Santana, causing Santana to stiffen at the contact of the silky robe against her bare skin. Santana gathers herself, getting back into character. "Ma'am, I need you to cooperate and turn around for me." Quinn slowly turns around, swaying her ass as she does so, knowing that Santana will focus her attention to it. "Now place your hands on the bed and spread your legs" Santana commands. When Quinn makes no movement to comply, Santana takes a small riding crop that's laying nearby and swats Quinn's ass with it. Quinn yelps, but spreads her legs. "Now, that's wasn't so hard, was it?" Santana murmurs as she presses her front against Quinn's back. "Now, this time you're going to listen when I say to put your hands on the bed, aren't you?" Quinn nods, placing her hands on the bed. "Good girl. I'm going to search you now."

Santana starts by slowly removing Quinn's robe, untying it and letting it fall to the ground. Once Quinn's robe is off, Santana reverently takes in the sight of Quinn standing in the new lingerie set, bathed in the pale moonlight. Quinn, antsy with Santana's pace, makes it known by pushing her ass back and grinding into Santana. Santana can feel Quinn's wetness through the panties, just as she can feel her own wetness dripping down her thighs as she gives Quinn another quick swat with the riding crop. "I thought I told you to behave, ma'am." Quinn murmurs out an "mhmm," and Santana takes that as permission to continue. Santana runs her fingertips lightly over Quinn's body, drawing goosebumps everywhere she touches. When she gets to Quinn's pussy, she pushes Quinn's panties aside and slips one finger inside of Quinn.

Quinn breathes in sharply, eyes slamming shut. "Is this how they teach you to perform a search, Officer? I think you're going to need to be more thorough then just one finger. Wouldn't want to have any contraband."

"No ma'am, we wouldn't," Santana says. "So in order for me to do a more thorough search, I'm going to need to cuff you to this post. For your safety."

"For my safety, Officer?"

"Yes, ma'am. I can't have you getting too excited and hurting yourself." With that, Santana takes one of Quinn's wrists, places a cuff around it and then cuffs her to the bed post. Santana proceeds to do the same thing to Quinn's other wrist. Once Quinn is cuffed, Santana runs both hands down Quinn's body, starting from the top and working their way down. Santana snakes a hand behind Quinn's back to unclamped her bra while the other continues to trail down Quinn's body, reaching her panties just as she unfastens the bra. "Mmm, what lovely breasts you have, ma'am," Santana tells Quinn appreciatively as she lowers her head to suck and nip at them. When Santana sucks with pressure, rolling her tongue around Quinn's sensitive nipples and biting just so, Quinn moans breathily in Santana's ear, fueling her to go on.

Quinn bucks her hips at Santana. "Ma'am, I'm conducting a thorough search. Please let me do my job." Quinn sighs, gives one more buck of her hips, but settles back down. Santana continues her slow assault of Quinn's body, taking in every inch of Quinn's skin with her lips and teeth, leaving small marks along the way. Just when Quinn thinks Santana is finally going to go where she needs her most, Santana skips Quinn's pulsating pussy and starts the assault all over again with her ankles, moving up slowly. Quinn can hardly stand the wait, feeling herself getting wetter by the minute. By now, every move she makes, she feels her wetness run further down her thighs and ass.

"I think I'm going to need to speak to your supervisor, Officer. This is the longest search ever and I don't think it's satisfying my needs."

"Is that so?' Santana asks, halting her movements.

"Yes, it —" Quinn gets out before Santana thrusts three fingers inside of her.

"What was that that you were saying, Ma'am?" When Quinn doesn't reply and instead clenches her pussy walls around Santana, Santana smugly proclaims "that's what I thought." Santana pumps her fingers in and out of Quinn at a rapid pace, quickly bringing her to the edge before stopping. Quinn cries out, desperate for more. Santana bites the inside of Quinn's thigh before licking her pussy up and down, sweeping over her soft wet lips, brushing over her clit.

When Quinn settles down and moves her hips in time with Santana's actions, Santana pulls Quinn's clit into her mouth, sucking it hard while her tongue sweeps over Quinn's swollen clit. To keep Quinn steady, Santana grabs onto her thighs, pushing her legs up towards her chest to gain better access to Quinn's pussy and ass. When Santana rims her tongue around Quinn's ass, Quinn gasps, spewing out profanities and ordering for more. Santana again rims Quinn's ass, this time adding her fingers to Quinn's dripping pussy as well. Santana alternates her pace between fast and slow, fast and slow, until she can feel Quinn's pussy walls beginning to clench around her fingers. Santana abruptly stops.

"The fuck?" Quinn exclaims.

"You were bad. You don't get to cum just yet," Santana tells her as she begins to slide her body up Quinn's before sitting herself on Quinn's face. "You're going to eat me out and then I'll decide if you get to cum or not." Quinn eagerly begins to lick Santana's pussy, juices quickly coating her face. Soon Santana is gripping the bed, leaving grooves in the mahogany wood. But neither girl cares in that moment, they only care about the need to cum. Santana cums, then quickly turns around and begins to eat out Quinn while on top. At this angle, Santana is able to eat Quinn out while fingering her ass, so she quickly picks up the pace to where she had left off before she stopped Quinn's orgasm. Quinn, for her part, has a view of Santana's tight round ass and flicks her tongue at Santana's asshole. Without the use of her cuffed hands, Quinn can't pull Santana back every time she squirms whenever Quinn hits just the right spot.

As both women moan into each other, their orgasms build. "Cum for me, baby," Santana says, the role of cop long forgotten. Quinn's moans soon fill the air, as does Santana's when Quinn begins to rapidly finger Santana's asshole. Their orgasms come, hard and fast, one right after the other as both women refuse to be the one to make their partner stop moaning. The moans from both women are enough to keep the orgasms rapidly building into crescendos.

Soon, the bed is soaked from the women, both of the spent from the multitude of orgasms. Santana recovers first, turning around and grabbing the cuff key off the nightstand so she can release Quinn from the cuffs. "When I gain some feeling back in my legs, I think I'm going to need to talk to your supervisor, Officer Lopez. I need to write an accommodation letter stating how amazing of a thorough search you performed."

"Is that so?" Santana inquires as she grinds against Quinn.

"Mhmm, it is. Especially with that little tongue thing you did when searching my ass. I think I might need you to do it again." Quinn says, flipping over to be on her hands and knees. "But, I want you to try it from this angle, please, Officer."

"Anything for the good of the citizens, ma'am," Santana says cheekily as she dives into Quinn's ass.