AN: Hey readers! Here's the next one shot. Thanks for reading and all the other stuff that goes along with it! I hope you enjoy it! Of course a special thank you goes to my beta, brittanafan25. Thanks as always! And also Marcela88 for the prompt! She wanted a sub Santana story. I hope I didn't take it too far… (I'm biting my nails with anxiety with this one). Please review and tell me to relax.
Summary: AU- Santana and Puck are friends backpacking through Europe. Brittany is a Dutch/American living and working in Amsterdam at a fetish club. Whatever happens next- happens next.
Things you need to know before reading: While Santana was still in the closet Puck and her used to be fuck buddies (just like in canon), but now are just best friends. Their sexual orientations (all three main characters) are the same as in canon. Oh, and the character Angel, that's Brittany. What? It's not like she would be using her real name with clients working at a fetish club. Lastly, I think while reading this you have to forget that realistically the characters should be very worried about STD's. Let's pretend STD's don't exist for this story.
KINKS- Again, they are listed at the bottom of the page. If you choose to scroll down and read them it is up to you. I will say, unlike the last two chapters this is not a fluffy update. It's, (for lack of a better word) darker I suppose so it might not be a bad idea to scroll down to check them out especially if you have any triggers.
Disclaimer- Not sure this really has anything to do with Glee other than me borrowing the characters, so with that said, clearly I don't own it nor do I know anything about BDSM. So hopefully my best guesses when it comes to those kinks are at least close to realistic. Also, I don't speak Dutch. Blame the internet if my translations are wrong.
Happy reading!
One Week In Amsterdam
"This looks like the place," Santana said curiously, looking at the city map and then back up at the small sign on the side of the building.
"The Cellar?" Puck questioned, wearily scanning the building and its rundown surroundings. "Are you sure about this?"
Santana eyed the pretty sketchy looking building and turned around to look down the block. It was dark and it was tough to make out much, but she could see enough to know that this wasn't the type of neighborhood that she was familiar with back home. Lima Heights might not have been the most up-scale part of town, but this place made Lima Heights look like Beverly Hills in comparison.
"Well," Santana said, shrugging her shoulders. She wasn't feeling completely sure based on the building's appearance, but she wanted to push forward and see what this place was about anyway, "we're here. We might as well check it out."
Puck looked at her with a raised eyebrow and then back at the building. "God, you're such a bottom," he grumbled, rolling his eyes. He couldn't believe Santana wanted to go into a place like this even if she was a freak when it came to being dominated. This place looked like a walking STD factory and he liked his dick the way it was. Who knew what kind of diseases someone could catch from a place like this?
"You're an ass, you know that?" Santana sneered back. "If I remember correctly you were always the bottom when we used to fuck."
"Yeah, well," Puck countered, "a lot's changed since high school. That was pre-pussy for you. You were much more dominant and controlling back then. Now that you've switched teams and lost all that built up anger, every woman you've ever been with has had you completely pussy whipped. Not that I blame you, you have had some pretty hot women rolling around in your bed."
"God, just… shut the fuck up!" Santana bit out, not being able to come up with a better insult. She definitely didn't want to continue this conversation so basically surrendering was probably the best way to finish it. They'd been insulting each other back and forth for years and they only had another three days left in the city. It wasn't worth the time it would waste to go back and forth insulting each other right now. Besides, she unfortunately knew there was some truth to Puck's statement. She had in the past allowed other women to take the lead in relationships and particularly in the bedroom. She just had this desire to be claimed by women. Was that so wrong? Being a bottom could be extremely hot when the person you were with was confident and assertive. Besides, it wasn't like she was submissive in other aspects of her life. She put people in their place on a daily basis. She wanted try this place out. Puck be damned.
Santana looked back at the building after making up her mind and inwardly cringed. She wasn't going to lie to herself or to Puck and say she wasn't hoping for something a little more before coming here, but this had been something she'd always fantasized about and she knew that Puck was curious too, so damn it, they were going to do this. Maybe the inside's better, she thought, trying to look on the bright side. Besides, they were in Amsterdam, and who knew if they'd ever be back. It would be wrong not to experience the city for all it's worth. They'd done the absinthe thing, they'd smoked enough weed to power a Bob Marley concert, they'd gone to a live sex show, and of course they'd seen the Anne Frank house. Puck had been a mess in there- the big softy. His eyes were more blood shot coming out of that place then from all the weed they'd smoked the day before. Damn right they were experiencing Amsterdam for all it was worth so they were going into this club.
"Let's go," Santana said, grabbing Puck's hand and leading him to the front door.
They finally made it past the front door after a short battle with the doorman. It wasn't easy to get in since neither of them spoke Dutch and they obviously weren't members, but they finally made it inside. Santana could honestly say that she was pleasantly surprised as she took in the room. It was still really dark inside, with red lights spread throughout, casting an eerie glow in particular areas that people were performing in, and the music was pretty hard core, but it was actually really clean, surprisingly. Plus the women who were working here were hot as fuck, she thought, observing her surroundings. She loved Holland- blondes were definitely her thing.
"Wat wil je?" A bartender asked after they approached the bar.
"Uh," Santana stuttered, looking at Puck to see if he understood. She already knew he didn't. They looked at each other for a second and Santana just took a guess that he was probably asking if they wanted something to drink so she held up two fingers and said, "Heineken."
The bartender returned a minute later with their drinks and Puck slide some money across the bar to pay. "Cheers!" He announced, feeling much more comfortable now that they were inside. "To having hot blondes fuck the shit out of us," Puck said, raising his green beer bottle.
"Cheers!" Santana smiled and clinked his bottle with hers.
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They'd been at The Cellar for about an hour now and still hadn't done anything other than make several trips back and forth to the bar. Other people were engaging in varying levels of fetish play, but they had yet to do anything themselves. They watched people being lead away to back rooms on leashes. Some had their mouths bound with tape or gagged, and there were even a few people cuffed to tables or walls, but none of the dominatrix had approached either of them yet. Are we emitting some kind of repellant? Santana thought, subtly trying to smell herself. What the fuck?
"I look hot, right?" she asked, starting to get a complex.
"Huh?" Puck replied, looking confused.
"I mean," Santana said, deciding to re-phrase in simpler terms. "I look like me," she said motioning to herself, "and she looks like her," she continued, frowning and looking at a women who was clearly less attractive, "so why is it that's she has that women all over her and I'm still standing here with you?"
Puck groaned and rolled his eyes. "I don't know, maybe we didn't say the secret password or something."
"That's stupid," Santana mocked, not wanted to deal with Puck's particular brand of stupidity right now.
"He's kinda right," someone said out of the blue behind her, causing her to turn around in surprise.
"Now who's the stupid one?" Puck grumbled.
Santana looked wide eyed at the beautiful blonde who just suddenly appeared and lost all form of coherent thought. Holy shit, she said to herself. This woman is easily the hottest woman in here.
"Uh-I…" Santana stuttered, wishing something would come out of her mouth that sounded like something resembling either English or Dutch. This chick is gorgeous, is pretty much all she could think about, but she knew that was something she didn't want to say out loud. She didn't want to come off as some horny little virgin in front of what could possibly be the most attractive woman she'd ever seen.
"You two are new here, right?" the blonde asked politely, seeing the dumbfounded look on Santana's face and glancing at Puck who was practically snickering.
Santana looked at Puck and then back at the blonde, sighing in relief because this was something she could actually understand and respond to. "Is it that obvious?" Santana smiled.
The woman giggled, causing both Santana and Puck to grin even bigger. Santana thought it sounded so pure and innocent coming out of her mouth, like it was something that was supposed to happen all the time. But it certainly didn't get past Santana that the cute airy sound that escaped her perfect lips was in direct contrast to what the woman happened to be wearing- which to Santana's delight wasn't much.
"Maybe just a little," the blonde replied after a second. "Sorry if you were confused or offended somehow. It's just most of us here are pretty cautious with new people; especially foreigners. You never know what they're going to want. It's a safety thing. Sorry if you felt ignored."
"You all were afraid of us?" Puck laughed, causing both girls to curiously stare at him. "Santana here has been practically peeing herself with nerves and you're afraid of us." He laughed again, clapping Santana on the shoulder. "Now that's funny."
Santana turned around and groaned at him, giving him a look that said I'm totally going to fuck you up later. Puck noticed Santana's look and his smirk deepened further which pissed her off even more.
"Well Santana, I happen to like newbies," the woman flirted, bringing Santana's attention back to her, "especially the nervous ones." She winked, turning Santana into an even more nervous, heavily breathing, jelly legged, mess.
"How bout," the dominatrix began, placing her hand over Santana's and gently playing with her fingers for a heavily weighted, breathless couple of seconds. "I take you to one of the back rooms so you and I can have some fun and I send one of my friends over here to take care of…" she trailed off waiting for Puck's name.
"Puck," he announced quickly.
"Right…" she trailed off, looking slightly unsure or confused.
They watched the woman turn around and say something in Dutch to one of her co-workers before turning back and focusing on them. "I think I know of someone who will be perfect for you," she said to Puck with smile.
"Well, if she's anything like you I'm sure I won't be disappointed," Puck declared smugly, making Santana grumble and glare at him once again.
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After the dominatrix had handed Santana some papers to read through and sign she dropped her off in a back room to fill them out. At first she couldn't even begin to focus on the pages in her hand because she was too nervous sitting in the room where it all was about to go down- literally. It was pretty dark with just enough light so that she could read the papers, but the darkness wasn't what was making her stomach tie up in anxious knots. It wasn't like she was scared of what was about to happen; it was more of a nervous excitement. She could hardly believe that she was actually about to go through with this. It was easy to let her mind wonder off and think about the gorgeous blonde and all the things she'd fantasized for years about actually doing. She was pretty amped and her body was steadily following suit.
Santana finally, after taking a few deep breaths looked around the room taking in the kinky setup. If she hadn't been so excited she probably would have been thinking clearly enough to be a little scared based on the equipment in the room. Pretty much everything you could imagine was in this room. There were tables to strap people to, chains hanging from the ceiling and walls with shackles, a sex swing, and even a fucking machine that had a dildo attached to it. And that didn't even count the things like leather whips, feathers, lace, rope, and chains hanging from the walls to use separately. It was pretty intimidating to take it all in at once, but she was excited too. She could already tell by the wetness between her legs that she was steadily becoming more and more aroused thinking about the blonde using any of this on her.
After digesting everything in the room, Santana looked down at the paperwork in her lap. It really was more of a survey with a place to sign your consent down at the bottom. She read the directions and proceeded to start checking off the boxes for things she'd potentially like to experience.
Toys, bondage, force, and abuse were a few of the categories. In the end she probably only checked off about a quarter of the possible kinks, leaving the more hardcore stuff unchecked. She felt okay with most of the toys that she thought couldn't potentially lead to injury, like the vibrators, strap ons, and ticklers, but left the things like whips and chains unchecked. Light bondage like wrist and ankles were also okay, but the deeper stuff like your throat she really wanted no part of. That seemed a bit too heavy for her at the moment. She was having a hard enough time breathing without someone or something strangling her. Force was a tough category for her to answer though. I mean, what kind of force were we talking about? Was it a smack to the ass? That was okay. A light swat at her breasts or pussy, Santana thought that might be okay too, but to the face? Hell no! And pretty much nothing in the abuse category got checked off other than light verbal shaming. Fuck no did she want to leave this place with things like burn or whip marks. No way was she ready for that!
"How's the paperwork coming?" the woman said cheerfully, coming back into the room.
"Done," Santana replied, handing the papers back.
Santana watched as she scanned through the pages, occasionally looking back at her to smile seductively. Santana thought about that smile as the blonde continued to read. It actually almost looked more like a proud smile. Like she was saying hey, you're into that? That's awesome.
"Well, I think we can have a lot of fun with this," she said, uncrossing and then re-crossing her extremely long legs to the other side. She set the paperwork on the counter and then looked back at Santana. "Have you ever done this before?"
Santana's breath suddenly got sucked right out of her lungs so she just shook her head side to side, telling her no.
"Okay then," the blonde said, smiling and standing up to walk over to the counter to take off her rings. She came right back after putting them in a drawer and walked seductively in a circle around Santana's chair. Santana could only watch and noticeable swallow, feeling the wetness between her legs intensifying.
"How do you want to do this?" she whispered into Santana's ear, standing behind her.
Santana felt the soft breeze against her neck and she shivered with anticipation. God, she couldn't believe this was actually happening.
The woman behind her started to trace her fingers up the exposed skin on Santana's arms and across her shoulders before moving her hair to one side, exposing more of her neck. How the hell am I supposed to answer questions with her doing that? Santana thought, shutting her eyes and allowing her head to roll to the side with the woman's soft touch.
"We can play this pretty much by the sub/dom book if you like and I can explain to you when you can talk and how punishments works if you misbehave or I can just explain to you about the safe words and about how you can use them and we can make this a little more personal," she said, hovering just over Santana's right shoulder. "This way you can speak freely and I can see you react however you want."
Santana was already biting her lip hard, trying to hold it together. This woman was like pure seduction right now. The way she talked, the way she moved, how she touched her. Fuck, this was going to be intense and she wanted to be able to experience it all without having to think about punishment for her reactions.
"I think I'll take option number two." Santana sighed, turning her head to try and look at the blonde.
"I was hoping you'd say that," she whispered, spinning around and straddling Santana's lap in one smooth move.
Santana let the woman grind into her hips, adjusting her position and circling her neck with her arms. It felt so good to have this gorgeous woman on top of her. She felt like if this blonde continued to roll and adjust her hips with a little more purpose and force that she could probably come without even being touched- and that had never happened before. God, this felt so good already. She could only imagine what it would feel like later.
"You're really pretty," the dominatrix said, breathing the words across Santana's face and stunning her in the process.
The shock was so startling that it actually helped Santana find her voice. "Thank you," she replied genuinely.
The woman smiled cutely back.
"Okay," she began as she played with the delicate hairs at the back of Santana's neck. "The safe words are green, yellow and red. You only use red when you want me to stop immediately. You can say the actually word stop, but I won't actually stop until you say red because some people like to feel forced so to say stop is actually a turn on for some people in role playing scenarios. But red means it over. I don't want to do anything you're uncomfortable with so if you want me to really stop you have to say red."
"Okay," Santana replied, nodding her head in understanding.
"Yellow you can probably guess is to tell me to keep going, but to proceed with caution. It just means that whatever I'm doing has the potential to make you uncomfortable so I need to be careful and green means go, go, go, this feels amazing, keep going."
"Green," Santana announced, making the other woman giggle.
"We haven't even started yet," she said happily.
"Well, I guess you already have me pretty excited," Santana responded, placing her hands on the woman's slim hips. "You sitting on my lap is doing all kind of things to me right now."
"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet," the blonde responded coyly.
Ugg, Santana thought, imagining the possibilities. This woman already had her body feeling like a struck tuning fork and they hadn't even done anything yet.
"What can I call you?" Santana suddenly asked, realizing she didn't know what her name was and desperately wanted to know it before they got started so she could stop thinking of her as gorgeous blonde or dominatrix.
The woman looked puzzled for a moment, like she was contemplating how to answer the question, but wasn't exactly sure. Santana thought it was about as simple a question as she could possibly have asked, but the woman still looked conflicted.
"Um, well," she started, sounding unsure for the first time that night, "you can pretty much call me whatever you want; I've heard everything. Some clients like to keep things formal and use Mistress to address me, but if you'd like, you can call me Angel. It's what a lot of people around here call me."
"Angel huh?" Santana said, testing the name and trying to connect it to the person sitting on her lap. It sort of fit, she guessed. If anyone had the face and body of an Angel it was her, but it didn't feel quite right, but then again it was definitely better than Mistress. "I like it."
"Good," Angel responded easily. "You remember the safe words?"
"Definitely," Santana acknowledged. "I'm completely green right now."
Angel giggled again, making Santana smile. "Good," she said standing up off Santana's lap. Suddenly, on a dime, Angel's demeanor changed completely. She crossed her arms strongly and cocked her hips to one side, appraising Santana with her cat like, blue eyes.
"I want to see you undress," Angel said, taking the seat across from her, "slowly," she told her.
Damn, that tone, Santana thought, feeling the first real throb of arousal hit her between her legs. She could do this, she told herself.
She took her time, being careful to slowly reveal each new bit of skin as she did. Her shirt went first as she exposed her midriff before pulling it completely off and over her head. She slowly unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt, inching it down and then letting it slide the rest of the way to the floor. She went to remove her heals, but was stopped before they came off.
"Leave them. Come here," Angel commanded, opening her legs so Santana could stand between them. Her voice was so smooth and firm that Santana was powerless not to comply completely. Her body moved of its own accord and stopped to stand inches away from Angel, between her long legs.
Angel smoothed her hands across the tan skin of Santana thighs, up and over her hips, across her stomach, and up to her breast. Her hands were gentle yet firm and Santana could feel her pulse accelerating and her muscles start to quiver in reaction to Angel's every move.
"Turn around," she husked.
Santana did, shifting on one leg to spin around. She waited a moment, anticipating feeling warm hands back on her body, but she still felt nothing seconds later. She waited for a moment longer, but the anticipation was becoming too much for her so she peeked over her shoulder to make eye contact with the most gorgeous, lust filled blue eyes she'd ever seen.
"Eyes forward." Angel said.
"What?" Santana asked hesitantly, her head doing a double take.
"I said keep your eyes forward." Angel confirmed strongly.
Santana did as she was told, loving the firm tone in this mysterious woman's voice. After another couple of seconds, she sensed Angel had stood from the chair. She wanted to turn around and see for sure, but Angel had been so commanding in telling her to face forward that she didn't want to disappoint. Soon she felt soft hands on the clasp of her bra and suddenly her breasts dropped loose without the garment's support. Her black bra was discarded to the floor and Angel began to play with her breasts and pinch her nipples from behind, molding her body to Santana's backside.
Santana whimpered and easily sunk into the woman's firm body and touch.
The treatment Angel was giving to her body felt amazing. She alternated from feather light swipes of her fingers, to groping hands, pinching fingers, and scrapping nails. Santana's body felt like she could combust under Angel's skilled hands.
"I want you to walk over and place both hands flat on the table," Angel whispered into her ear.
Santana again complied without question.
In this position she felt like she was about to be patted down by a police officer. Ooo, that could be a fun role play, she thought, quickly picturing Angel in a cop's uniform.
"God, you have a great ass," Angel commented, pulling Santana's thoughts back to the present. "I can't wait to play with and smack it."
At that Santana bit her lip and closed her eyes to suppress the whimpered sigh that was begging to come out.
"Mmm," Angel hummed in approval once her hands found Santana's ass cheeks. She grabbed full handfuls, spreading her cheeks wide. "Put your foot up on the chair," she said, using her grip to help position Santana's leg how she wanted. "I want to feel how wet you are for me."
Oh, God, Santana thought, waiting and then finally feeling Angel's hand cup and massage between her legs. She felt like her legs could give way under this woman's skilled touch. Even through her underwear she thought if Angel's fingers just applied a little more direct pressure to her clit she might actually come. She really didn't want that to happen just yet. That would be embarrassing to come this quickly and without any direct stimulation.
"Wow, you really are a little slut for me," Angel said, running her fingers up and down Santana's covered folds. "You're already soaking wet."
"Only for you," Santana replied without shame.
"I like it!" Angel proclaimed happily.
After a few more minutes of groping Santana's body and massaging between her legs, Angel moved Santana's thong to the side and started to gently finger her clit without the barrier.
"Green, oh God, green," Santana panted, feeling her legs start to shake.
Angel loved hearing the word green come out so wantonly from Santana's mouth so she started to move her finger faster and occasionally scratching her nail over the top of Santana's clit.
Each come here movement of Angel's finger brought Santana closer. Angel really was almost too talented at finding all her most sensitive spots.
"Are you gonna come for me like the little slut you are?" Angel asked, flicking her fingers quicker. "Come on Santana I want to see what you look like when you come."
"Oh, fuck," Santana cried out, feeling Angel forcefully pull her body into her hand, adding to the pressure on her pussy. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she said again, feeling her first orgasm take her by storm.
Angel kept stroking Santana's clit quickly as her orgasm shook through her body and as she started to come down she slowed her fingers with each gentle pulse that moved through Santana's body. She charitably let her take a couple deep breaths to calm down before changing tactics. "Lie down on the table."
Santana did so on shaky legs, looking back at Angel for more guidance.
Angel saw Santana's questioning look and said, "face up. I'm going to cuff you to the table," Angel told her, moving to adjust the shackles. "Are you still green?"
"I'm green," Santana replied, trying to breath. "I want you too."
Angel smiled and cuffed her wrist to the corners of the table. She wordlessly walked around, circling to the base of the table near Santana's legs. Angel removed Santana's destroyed panties and picked up one leg to ask the position she preferred to be in. "Bent of straight?"
"Bent," Santana said, placing both feet flat on the table.
Angel removed Santana's heels and adjusted the ankle cuffs to fit Santana's legs, keeping them open wide.
"God, you look so good spread open like that," Angel said, trailing her fingers up Santana's leg before walking to the counter to look in one of the drawers for what she wanted to use.
She came back seconds later with a trio of vibrators.
Santana, seeing the toys, wiggled on the table anxiously. Her last orgasm was still sending gentle pulses between her legs and her heart was beating so fast she thought it might jump right out of her chest.
Angel ran the flat of her hand down from the top of Santana's chest, over her breasts, down her stomach, towards her awaiting pussy. The gentle touch seemed to calm Santana's racing heart and she could breathe again once the skin had been soothed by Angel's warm hand.
"Are you comfortable?"
Santana nodded in response.
"Are you still green?"
Santana nodded again.
"Are you in favor of multiple orgasms?"
"Definitely," Santana replied.
"Good." Angel smiled, turning on the small bullet vibrator.
She started on Santana's right nipple. Then trailed down and circled her navel before trailing back up and massaging her left. Santana felt the vibration run through every vein and muscle in her body. She was shaking and she was so wet, she couldn't stay still.
"Please touch me," Santana begged.
"Mmm," Angel hummed in delight. "Don't worry. I will."
She switched the vibrator on Santana's nipple to her left hand and moved her right hand down to play with Santana clit. "Is this where you want me?"
"Green, yes, green," she said making Angel giggle.
"You've really taken to these safe words. I like it!"
"What can I say-" Santana gasped, feeling Angel's finger sink lower. "You're extremely talented."
"Well thank you, but I think we're running behind because by my count you've only had one orgasm so far and our time is more than half over. I think we need to pick up the pace."
Oh, God, Santana thought, involuntarily contracting her leg muscles. She looked at the clock and noticed she only had twenty minutes left. She wondered how many orgasms she could have in that time if Angel worked faster. Whoa, her stomach flipped thinking about that kind of raw intensity.
Angel kept fingering her clit and using the vibrator to massage her nipples. Santana couldn't stay still. Her hips were trashing and bucking of their own free will.
Angel noticed that Santana was steadily building to another orgasm so she turned on the second vibrator. It was the same small bullet vibrator as the other, with a thin cord running off of the end to the control. She used that vibrator on Santana's clit for a couple seconds, seeing Santana jerk and pant in response and then she carefully inserted the small piece of metal into Santana's dripping pussy.
The reaction was instant. Santana's walls tightened around the small bullet and she let a string of Spanish profanities slip from her lips.
"That's really sexy, Santana," Angel whispered, coming to stand alongside Santana's head. She leaned forward, millimeters away from Santana's plump, parted lips. "I want to hear you when you come. I want to be able to taste your orgasm on my lips."
"Oh, fuck," Santana panted, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure and the close proximity of Angel's lips.
Angel flicked Santana's clit gently and uncharacteristically leaned forward to kiss and suck along Santana's neck.
"I'm gonna-" Santana panted, her entire body shaking as her next orgasm pounded through her body, taking her completely by surprise. "Oh, God, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
Angel was still kissing and sucking Santana's pulse point and she could feel Santana's pulse beating erratically against her lips as her orgasm rolled through her. It was a strange and delightful feeling. It had been so long since she'd felt someone fall over the edge in any place other than their genitals. It felt intimate. Almost like Santana wasn't just a client and she wasn't Angel anymore, she was actually Brittany. Brittany hadn't felt anything like that in all the time she'd been working at The Cellar; even in her personal life she'd remained fairly detached as of late. The realization caused her own breathing to start to accelerate. Santana's pleasure was arousing her, something that only a small handful of clients had ever managed to accomplish.
Santana's panting and thrashing started to ease as she began to come down. Fuck, she thought, trying to slow down her breathing. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending how you looked at it) the vibrator was still thrumming inside her and Angel's cat like kisses were doing nothing to help her control herself. They felt really good and Santana wanted to kiss her back just this once. She didn't know if that was allowed and honestly she couldn't move all that much right now anyway so she guessed that it was a losing battle.
"Mmm, your orgasm tastes really good," Brittany said honestly. She loved feeling Santana come on her lips even if it was just the racing of her pulse she felt below her tongue. "Do you have one or two more in you?"
Santana sighed deeply, "I think I'm yellow."
Brittany chuckled. "Okay, I'll be careful. I'm going to un-cuff your arms, but leave your legs. This way if you want to touch me you can."
Santana's eyes suddenly found a lot more focus. Angel was moving around to the top of the table to un-cuff her wrist and as she did her face was directly above her own. This was her chance. Once her left arm was freed she immediately reached out and pulled Angel into a kiss by the back of her neck.
Brittany was clearly surprised by Santana's actions. It took her a couple seconds to realize what was happening, but when she did she turned off every thought in her head that was telling her not to do this and just enjoyed being kissed by Santana. She'd obviously kissed people in her personal life since starting to work here, but she'd never kissed a client during a tryst or in this room. It felt wrong, but so right at the same time.
Brittany pulled away when the beating of her heart became too distracting. She had to stay focused. Santana looked back at her from below with a cute Cheshire grin. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself."
Brittany shook her head to will some clarity back into her mind. "It's okay. I-ah…" she said, trailing off. "I did say you could touch me if you wanted."
"So does that mean I can keep kissing you?" Santana asked, as Brittany undid the other wrist cuff. "Cause I would love to have you up here on top of me."
Brittany almost blushed. This was most definitely not how most clients talked to her.
"I don't know if that's a good idea," Brittany responded, shifting around the table. She looked at Santana's body and could feel her own reacting and wanting Santana too. This was definitely not a good idea.
"Oh, come on," Santana pleaded. "It will be our little secret. Besides, I want to know what your orgasm tastes like," she said, repeating Angel's words.
With that Brittany's breath suddenly got stuck in her throat. "Santana," Brittany begged, feeling completely torn, wishing Santana would just give this up so she could just finish and do her job the way she was supposed to.
"Fine," Santana said, seeing Angel's struggle and deciding to let her off the hook even though she was definitely disappointed. She could tell a part of Angel wanted to comply, but something was holding her back. Santana figured it was most likely her job and the fact that it was probably against the rules, but there was definitely a part of her that wanted it too and Santana could see it. "At least get up here," Santana said, motioning to her body, "so I can at least touch you when I come."
Brittany smiled, feeling grateful that Santana was deciding to drop the idea somewhat. It wasn't that she didn't want Santana to bring her to orgasm as well… it was that she did. And that obviously created a whole new set of problems for Brittany. In her line of work it was important that she be able to separate work from pleasure and Santana was definitely blurring that previously understood line.
Brittany finally began to move again after taking a few calming breaths. She used the chair to help her get up on the table and looked down at Santana who was gazing back at her expectantly. She briefly weighed how she wanted to position herself. She wanted Santana to be able to touch her because she said that it was okay, but she also wanted to position herself so that it was the least intimate position they could possibly be in. She decided to sit backwards on Santana's stomach. This way, without seeing Santana's face she could touch her the way she needed to and Santana could touch her on her back, hips and thighs how she wanted and more importantly, at least to Brittany, it was in places that weren't overly sexual.
Brittany looked between Santana's legs and saw the thin cord that was attached to the vibrator still inside Santana and gently started to pull and push the vibrator back and forth. It wasn't much of a movement, just enough so that Santana would feel a different, stimulating tingle.
It worked because Santana bucked her hips up and grabbed at Brittany's waistline.
"Mmm," she cooed, feeling the weight of Angel's hips digging into her hipbones.
Santana put her hands on the buckles that were holding the leather together on Angel's outfit. Suddenly, even more than the want she felt building between her legs, she now wanted Angel to be rid of her leather bottoms. Not only were the buckles digging painfully into her hips, but she desperately wanted to feel Angel on top of her without anything between them.
"Can you take these off?" Santana asked, playing with one of the straps. "It's really cutting into me."
It wasn't a lie, she thought, feeling Angel rise up to see small red welts where the clips were cutting into Santana's perfect skin.
"Um," Brittany hesitated, feeling conflicted. She wanted to. God, did she want to. Fuck it! She decided, undoing the buckles and pulling the garment away from her body. "Is that better?" She asked, after sitting back down.
"Much! I'm definitely all green," Santana replied with a smile. She was excited to feel Angel without anything between them and clearly based on the wetness she felt on her stomach, Angel was excited too. But, there was this small nagging part of Santana's mind that was questioning how Angel felt. Santana wanted to be sure Angel was okay with this new development considering she seemed reluctant moments ago so she asked, "Are you green?"
Brittany chuckled at the question. Never in the years she'd been working here had anyone ever asked her if she was okay. It was very endearing and she liked Santana even more for it.
"Trust me," Brittany said, trying to maintain her strong Angel-persona, but feeling it slipping away no matter what she did. "I wouldn't do it or let you do it to me if I wasn't green. Now shut up so we can get one more orgasm out of you before our time run out."
"Yes, Mistress," Santana said, feeling for the first time that Mistress was appropriate. Damn, Angel sounded so sexy when she was all business.
Brittany got to work quickly picking up the third, rabbit vibrator and teasing Santana's clit. Santana immediately started to squirm below Brittany's hips, whimpering and canting her hips roughly up into Brittany's thighs. It was creating a delicious slippery feeling between them. The feel of Brittany's wetness smearing across Santana's stomach and the lewd sounds that the vibrator and Santana's wetness were creating were so hot. Brittany couldn't take watching Santana react to the vibrators without feeling the need to join in herself. Santana was so wet and Brittany could smell the scent of sex rising in the air. She desperately wanted to taste Santana and truly taste her orgasm as it approached so that's exactly what she did. She leaned forward without thought and pulled the hand held vibrator away, licking a broad stroke from top to bottom.
Santana was shocked and her body reacted strongly, rising off the table with every muscle in her body tensing in spasm. Not only had Angel used her tongue to pleasure her which felt indescribable, but Angel's wet pussy was now directly in front of her face. Santana was lost in the entire fantasy. This was all too perfect. She reached around Angel's hips and starting making tight circles on Angel's clit with her thumb.
Brittany's hips jerked both from the pleasure and surprise of feeling Santana touch her. This was definitely a first. Never had she allowed someone to touch her intimately while she was working. She was going to enjoy this just this once, she told herself.
They worked together; both in tune to the other's needs. Brittany was licking and sucking Santana at a frenzied pace and Santana was fingering Angel until she shook and cried out above her. They both experienced strong orgasms. Santana twice, thanks to the extra stimulation of the vibrator still tucked inside her and then Brittany came shortly after.
They laid there for a few minutes after Santana said red and pleaded with Angel to pull the vibrator out from inside. Brittany did so carefully, managing to stay away from Santana's swollen and extremely sensitive clit. She turned off both vibrators that were still running and sunk back on top of Santana, using her leg as a pillow.
The room was hot and silent and both women's bodies were completely covered with sweat.
"Damn, that was intense," Santana sighed. "Do you work tomorrow?"
Brittany chuckled. "Why? You planning a repeat performance?"
"Well," Santana thought, trying to find her brain, but realizing it was lost sometime after her third orgasm. All she knew was that she wanted to see Angel again. "I'm in town for two more nights and I would love to see you again."
Brittany rose up and carefully got off of the table. She undid Santana's shackles and watched Santana try to sit up.
"Careful," Brittany said, seeing Santana wobble.
Santana caught herself as Angel's hand attempted to help her balance on her still weak legs. "So," she asked when Angel still hadn't responded as she was getting dressed.
"Huh? Oh," Brittany said, realizing she had trailed off into her own little world after putting her uniform back on. "Yeah, I'll be here."
"Good," Santana replied, using the counter for balance to put on her heals, "cause I'd hate to leave without ever seeing you again."
"That's sweet Santana," Brittany said, truly meaning it. "I'll see you tomorrow then."
"I'll see you tomorrow," Santana responded, standing up on her tip toes to peck Angel quickly on the lips before she could deny her.
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"Jesus, you were in there a long time," Puck said, seeing Santana finally approach. "I was starting to worry."
"It was only an hour," Santana replied not seeing the big deal.
"Only an hour," Puck questioned back. "Are you joking? You were in there at least an hour and a half."
"I was?" Santana frowned, pulling out her phone to check the time. "Shit," she said, realizing it was true. "I guess I was."
"Whatever," Puck said, rolling his eyes, "you ready to go?"
"Sure," Santana said, starting to walk to the door. She couldn't believe it had been that long. Did Angel know that she'd given her more time? "Hey," she said, turning briefly towards him to make sure he was paying attention, "you wanna come back tomorrow? This place is pretty awesome!"
"Are you joking?" Puck said, causing Santana to stop mid-step. "My chick was terrible. She was a total bitch."
"Oh, come on it couldn't have been that bad."
"Fuck yeah, it was that bad. Not only was she a total bitch, but I didn't even get to come. She pinched it off so I wouldn't come all over her."
Santana laughed, finally getting Puck's point. "Fine, if you don't want to come you don't have to, but I'm definitely coming back."
"I'll come back if I can have your girl," Puck told her.
"Hell, to the no! She's mine!"
The End
AN: Well, that's that. I kind of left this one more open ended than I probably should have for a one shot. Sorry! I guess it just seemed to me that Santana would want to see Brittany/Angel again after all that. I have to admit that even I was a little surprised at the direction this one took. I can't seem to stay away from feelings with these two. I guess it's just meant to be for them in any universe as far as I'm concerned. :) Oh, and a side note… in my head the chick Puck was with was Quinn. I kept imagining Quinn wanting to be called Head Bitch in Charge, (LOL), but I couldn't find a way to work that into Santana and Puck's final discussion. :( Too bad! That could have been funny.
Let me know your thoughts and if you have a prompt you'd like me to fill.
Take care!
Drew
Translation: Wat wil je? In English means what do you want?
KINKS- Sub Santana, Dom Brittany, Bondage, BDSM, Toys, Fingering, Oral, Dirty Talk, Multiple Orgasms.