A/N: The name of this chapter is your warning. : )
This may be the last chapter for this fanfic, maybe one more. But anyway, thanks for all the follows and reviews and I hope you all like this chapter of in New York.
Brittany found a job at Ivy's. It was a new dance club in the Bronx, and though Santana worried about every night- and by every night, she means every night. The Latina was getting better at not calling her every 10 minutes. It was late Monday night when Brittany came home at 1 pm. She was tired, between school and working at the club she barely got a chance to rest, but luckily she got Saturdays off. She had to quit her managing job at the local grocery store because she had become too busy, and since she didn't have her car in New York; if Santana couldn't drive her there she had to catch the subway. And the Bronx was a 30 minute drive, not including the train wait. So when she walked into the house, she smiled when she saw Santana curled up in a ball on the couch, straining to stay awake. The Latina was slowly dozing off and popping her head up every time if fell down. She closed the door softly and made her way over to her fiancé. "I thought I told you not to wait up for me?" Brittany says as she shrugs her coat off and gives Santana a kiss on the cheek.
"I had to make sure you were home before I went to sleep." She yawns.
"Well now I'm here… you have a meeting with those producers tomorrow, right?" Santana just nods her head. She stands up and pulls Brittany into a hug.
"I missed you… I don't like you being out so late." She pouts. "If you'd just let me drive you-"
"No! I have to learn my way around! You won't always be able to drive me." Brittany pouts back.
"At least let me come get you on nights where you work this late! I thought you'd be home by 11…" Brittany presses her lips together.
"Okay," She mumbles. "You can pick me up; but not drop me off." The Latina smiles and leans over just enough to kiss Brittany on the lips, then she leads them back down to the couch so that Brittany is facing her on her lap.
"I missed my lady kisses tonight too." She says in a low voice. Brittany chuckles and allows herself to get comfortable on Santana's lap; though she is tired she can't really resist the brunettes lips.
"So I owe you then, right?" She mumbles against Santana's lips. The Latina nods her head, putting her hands on Brittany's hip and gripping them tightly. Santana smiles as she spreads Brittany's legs wider and starts to run her fingers up the blonde's thighs and towards her center; happy that Brittany chose to wear a fairly short dress tonight. Santana pulls away from the kiss, her fingers now going behind Brittany and cupping her ass.
"You owe me more than a few kisses, Brittany." Her tone is dark and seductive. Brittany places her hands on Santana shoulders, steadying herself.
"San… I'm tired…" Brittany tired.
"Yeah but," Santana pushes the blondes dress up, bunching it around her waist and getting a light gasp from the blonde. "I'm horney." And with that Santana pulls Brittany back to her, placing her mouth upon Brittany's neck and kissing the sweet spot there.
"Ah- Santana-" Brittany starts. Her fiancé can be so demanding sometimes, so possessive and dominating. Which reminds her of the question she's been wanting to ask Santana for almost two weeks now… "San, we need to talk."
"Okay." But she makes no effort to remove her lips, instead she trails further down until she's at the base of Brittany's neck, moving over towards the blondes shoulders.
"I was-was thinking that we could-mayb-be try something new." She gets out,
"Something new like…?" Santana's voice is muffled, her lips still pressing eager kisses to Brittany's collarbone.
"Like domination." That get's Santana's attention. She pulls away to look Brittany in the eyes.
"Domination… like in the porns?" Santana says, trying to get a better understanding.
"Well... yeah," Brittany starts to fidget with her fingers, afraid Santana won't like the idea. "I guess… it is porns but-"
"Whose dominating who?" Santana asked with a raised eyebrow. Brittany blushes then,
"I-I wanted to dominate you." Santana nods slowly, still processing it all in her head. Brittany knows Santana hates to lose control, she knows that she hates to not be able to fight back or talk back or handle herself. "If you don't want to… I get it I just thought it would be hot." She blurts out. Santana's never really thought of Brittany in a dominating way- not even in the slightest. Sure, they've tried handcuffs but Brittany was always still adorable then. But Santana likes to see her woman happy, so she'll agree to play Brittany's game; just to keep her happy. "It's a silly idea-"
"No it's not… it sounds interesting." Brittany's eyes light up,
"So you'll do it?" She asks carefully and Santana nods.
"When?"
"It'll be surprise." Santana nods her head as Brittany gets up and fixes herself.
"Britt!" She whines, but the blond just giggles.
"We need to get to bed. C'mon." Santana rolls her eyes but she knows her fiancé is right, she's barely staying awake right now.
"Alright."
/
The week goes by like normal, and the two women don't whisper a word about their conversation. They go to work, take the kids to work and come home and cook and then go to sleep, so when Santana gets into the apartment around 9 pm on Saturday night she is a bit surprised to see Brittany sitting on their bed in black lacey lingerie.
"Hey Britt," She gives a sly smirk, starting to walk towards the blonde. Brittany slowly cocks her head to the side, standing to her feet with black stilettos on.
"Take your clothes off." She says to the Latina who stops dead in her tracks.
"Um. Okay…" She drops her bag to the floor. She looks down at her work shirt and starts to unbutton it.
"Look at me while you undress. Slowly." Santana looks up at Brittany, and for the first time in their relationship she feels small under the blondes glare; almost afraid. Brittany's eyes are dark compared to their usual brightness and her lips are twisted into a scowl, her arms folded at her chest as she watches Santana undo the first button. Once her shirt is off she drops it to the floor and goes to unbutton her jeans, still looking at Brittany. "Leave your heels on."
"Ok-"
"Did I tell you to speak?" Brittany growls and Santana gulps,
"N-"she closes her mouth quickly and decided to just shake her head.
"You only speak when I ask you a question, do you understand?" Santana nods once more, and then realizes- this is the domination Brittany was talking about.
Tonight is the night.
And now that it's here Santana's not so sure she wants to do it anymore- this isn't the Brittany that she knows.
"Yes." She says quickly, kicking her jeans off and leaving them on the floor with her shirt. Next is her panties and bra,
"Slowly," Brittany says again. Santana reaches behind her back and unsnaps her bra, letting the straps fall off her shoulder slowly before she easily takes it off, next are her panties. She hooks her thumbs through them and rolls them down her legs. Once she's completely naked, Brittany walks closer to her and grabs both of Santana's breasts, massaging them roughly. The Latina lets out a pained gasp and shuts her eyes for a moment before she remembers that Brittany told her not to look away. So opens them back up to find that Brittany's eyes are trained on the motions of her hands, almost entranced by the red imprints that her fingers are leaving.
"You have very nice tits." Brittany says in a thick voice, her eyes snapping to Santana's. The blond smirks and removes her hands. "Face the wall, bend over and stick your ass out, I want your hands on the wall as well." Brittany says simply. It takes a second for the command to register in Santana's mind before she's moving to a nearby wall and going into position.
Santana hears rustling behind her; things being moved around and taken out.
Then she hears Brittany walking towards her.
Santana can feel her heart is beating fast, it's beating so loud that it's almost like it's beating inside of her ear drums. She's nervous and she doesn't know why. It's only Brittany, but this Brittany is obviously different. "I'm going to say these rules once and only once so listen up." Santana tries to listen over her heart but it's kind of hard… "The safe word is Pizza," Brittany starts. "The safe word is used when you've reached your limit or you want me to stop. I won't stop unless you say that word, Santana. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Santana's answers in a small voice, feeling vulnerable and exposed in this position. It's then that Santana hears a loud snap, and then pain over takes her body. She lets out a ear piercing scream, not sure what the hell just happened. She turns her head to see that Brittany is holding a small whip in her hand.
"You are to address me as Mistress, referring to me as anything else will get you punished."
Punished?
Brittany says, she cracks the whip once more, slapping Santana's ass with is and earning a whimper from the brunette. "I already told you this; don't speak unless you're spoken to. Just as well, if I give you a command you are to do it without question."
"Yes mistress." Santana answers her. Brittany gives a satisfied nob before she remembers one last rule,
"Oh, and Santana," She says slyly, "The safe word will not stop you're punishment if you break my rules." Santana swallows hard and nods her head.
"Yes mistress." She starts to lightly grip the wall, unsure of what to expect.
"Count to 10 for me." Is all Brittany says before Santana feels the blondes palm slap her ass. Santana flinches and let's out a loud scream as she shuts her eyes once more.
"One." She whispers.
"Louder." Brittany slaps her bare, left ass cheek again. The Latina pulls her ass back, bucking up to the wall, wiggling around a bit to stop the stinging pain. To avoid any further pain.
"One!" Santana screams and Brittany smiles to herself. She smacks the other cheek, loving the way it jiggles for a while longer after she removes her hand.
"Two!" Santana screams again, her voice cracking from the pleasant pain. With both hands with time, Brittany comes down hard on both cheeks. She hisses at that and starts to move around some more,
"Ah-"Santana groans, "Three."
"Stop moving!" Brittany shouts. She then slaps Santana's ass four more times, each hit right after the other. Santana closes her eyes and opens her mouth to control her breathing.
Only three more hits to go.
"You made me lose count," Brittany smirks and Santana snaps her head up, eyes staying on the wall.
"W-we were on seven." Santana stutters,
"Are you questioning me, Santana?" The Latina shakes her head.
"No." She cries, "But-" In an instant Brittany picks the whip off the floor and brings it down hard on Santana's back. The cracking sound is like fireworks in Santana's ear and cries out, "Jesus!" she balls her hands into fist and shuts her eyes once more as her body trembles.
"Are you speaking?"
"N-" She stops herself and just shakes her head. She doesn't want to be punished.
"Apologize for being disobedient."
"I'm sorry." Santana says her voice soft voice.
"Start counting over." The Latina tenses, preparing herself for 10 more hits and hopes that Brittany does them slow. "Stay still and we won't have to start over." Brittany's hand comes down fast and hard on Santana's backside and the Latina whimpers as she breathes heavily. All she can do is ball her hands into fist as she shouts,
"One!" By the time Brittany gets to five Santana has tears streaming down her face, her knees are buckling and she feels hot all over. Her hair falls further into her face, her curls dripping off her shoulders.
"Six!" She sobs, her toes curl and she's so tense. The next two are harder than the others, faster and have more force behind them. "Fucking shit-9!" And finally the last hit, this one strikes Santana so hard that she cries out, dropping her head down and sucking in multiple breathes. "Ah-" She sobs a few times, "1-10." Apart of Santana wanted to know if Brittany really liked seeing her like this, really liked hurting her like this. But then the other part of her couldn't deny how incredibly turned on she was.
But then Brittany drops to her knees, kissing each cheek with care. The Latina lets out a moan, a barely audible sound and she relaxes a bit. She can feel Brittany's soft lips on her burning skin and it feels nice. It's like she's kissing the pain away. But Santana is ashamed. Ashamed that she is so wet right now it's starting to drip down her upper thigh, she shouldn't be so wet after being spanked…
Right?
And as Brittany kisses her bottom, the blonde's hands stay at work massaging and groping Santana's perfect ass. "You have the perfect little ass, Santana." She says between kisses, "And the perfect little pussy." The Latina shutters at Brittany's dirty talk, she shivers at the feeling of Brittany's lips on her skin. The blonde pulls away after a while, standing to her knees and slapping Santana's ass again before she says,
"Spread your legs." Santana does as she's told and spreads her legs wider, feeling a bit degraded but liking it. She likes Brittany's eyes on her, and the buzzing on her skin is starting to feel really good too. When she feels Brittany's fingers on the curve of her waist and gasp, wanting more. Brittany loves dip of Santana's back that leads to the curve of her ass, "You look so sexy naked." Brittany says and when Santana doesn't answer back she says, "What do you say when someone compliments you?"
"Thank you." Santana answers quickly.
"Thank you what?"
"Thank you mistress." Brittany's fingers continue their journey until there at Santana's dripping core. The Latina lets out a breath and smiles; she wants the blonde's fingers there. Brittany starts to play with Santana's pussy lips before opening them to rub her clit. The Brunette gives a sigh of contentment at the feeling,
"Do you like being fucked?" Brittany asks. The question makes Santana blush, but it also makes her wetter. So much wetter. Brittany frowns, "I said-"
"Yes!" Santana answers quickly, she doesn't want to know what Brittany has in mind for punishments. So she doesn't want her to repeat herself. "Yes mistress I liked to be fucked."
"Mhm, and how bad do you want me to fuck you?" Brittany could feel how wet Santana was, she could feel the slippery, moist heat between her legs, but she wanted Santana to beg like she had never begged before. "Beg."
"I-I uh-"Santana honestly couldn't think with Brittany's fingers on her clit, not with the way they were rubbing it every which direction, gathering a steady slow beat and then picking up her speed every few seconds. She was teasing Santana and it was getting to her. "I want you to fuck me." Santana said simply. But when she heard Brittany chuckle she tried again. "Please. I-I want you to fuck me mistress." Brittany grabs a chunk of Santana's hair and yanks, causing Santana's head to snap up and her back to arch down. The Latina lets out a squeak and shuts her eyes tight as she starts to breather through her nose. "Stick that pretty little ass of your all the way out." Brittany smacks Santana's bottom and she shivers and obeys, "Now, I said to beg." Brittany says hotly in Santana's ear, "And that kind of begging isn't going to get you anywhere." She lets Santana's hair go and the Latina lets out a few breaths of air. She didn't know Brittany had this kind of woman in her, but god was it hot. Brittany pulls her fingers back and licks them clean, then she returns them to Santana's core and the other woman gasp.
"O-Oh- Oh god," Brittany's fingers move fast around her clit, giving her no room to think or build up to anything. The feeling is there. When Brittany dips her fingers into Santana's core, pumping in and out of her entrance Santana screams, "Please… f-fuck my pussy, mistress." She decides to give in. "I want you to fuck my pussy so hard with your fingers, please, make me cum so hard," She mumbles and Brittany snickers. But Santana doesn't care about Brittany possibly teasing her because she's so turned on. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Santana whispers as she arches her back. Her clit is throbbing and she can literally feel the heat radiating from her core and onto her upper thighs. "I want to feel you so bad, mistress, fuck me. Make me yours-" And when Santana feels a large object being pushed inside of her, she loses all air from her lungs. The object is a dildo, she can tell that. It has a smooth tip, but the shaft has a bumpy kind of wavy texture. She gasps, Brittany's only pushing it in further and it seems to never end. It's so long. It's so big. Santana's trying to think of which toy this could be, but it feels so different.
"You got what you wanted," Brittany says placing her hands on Santana's back, then moving it up and around her waist so that she holds her hips. "This is what you wanted, right?"
"Yes," Santana hiccups. The dildo is so thick; Santana feels like it's ripping her apart, she feels so full and so weak now as her knees buckle; and her heels don't make it any easier to stand like this. She reaches behind herself, trying to rub her clip but Brittany smacks her hands away.
"Did I tell you to touch yourself?"
"No." Santana mumbles.
"Keep your hands in the correct position." Brittany demands and Santana once again, obeys. She returns her hands to the wall and tries to stay quiet as Brittany moves the dildo faster. She can feel the object curving, hitting her g-spot.
"Oh- oh-"
"Shut up!" Brittany growls. Santana cries out silently, "And don't even think about cumming without asking me, first." Santana squeezes her eyes shut, her body is shaking, her thighs cramping and she can feel her pussy clenching the dildo, gripping onto it. But none of the pain registers because she's only getting wetter, making it easier for the dildo to slide in and out of her. She pants as Brittany pushes the dildo in deeper now with each thrust, "Do you want to cum?" Brittany asks and Santana begins to nod franticly.
"Yes mistress. Can I please cum, please?" Santana doesn't want to have to beg again but she can feel everything slowing down, feel her body ready to give in and release. "Please?" She says in a smaller tone, her voice cracking when Brittany pushes yet another inch inside of her. Brittany grabs a handful of Santana's hair and pulls, making Santana stand up straight.
"Go lay down." The blonde whispers and pushes Santana towards the bed. It hurts to walk, especially with this god-knows how long- dildo pushed between her legs, but Santana makes it over and lies on her back.
Brittany joins her almost instantly, smirking down at her. "Look at how much you've taken," Santana glances down, watching with wide eyes as Brittany pulls the dildo out inch by inch, she lets out a shaky breath when the blonde stops at the head of the 11 in dildo and pushes it right back in. Santana lets her head drop to the pillow, thankful for the softness she's now laying on. Brittany's spreading her legs wide again, pumping the toy in and out of her with such force that it's getting hard to breathe.
"Mistress-" She groans, but when she feels Brittany's other hand start to rub her clit she freezes and cries out. Brittany's licking her lips, looking down at Santana's trash and arch as a reaction to her touch,
"You little slut, you like being fucked liked this, don't you?" Santana's eyes roll into the back of her head and she reaches down to push Brittany away; she can't take anymore.
"Ple-se-" She breathes but Brittany just grins.
"You're leaking all over the bed," Brittany states. "Tell me you like it!" Santana's back tries to arch up again, but Brittany's holding her hips down with her arms. "Tell me!"
"I like it-" Santana pants, "God, Jesus fuck, I like… can I-Can I cum now, please mistress? Please, please." The smile on Brittany's face is actually starting to piss Santana off; how can she just sit there and watch her like this: watch her suffer like this and not let her cum. "Mistress…" Santana tries again. "-I-I need to cum… I-" The dildo hits her g-spot once more, and again, and again, "damn it- ahhhhh!" Once again, Santana reaches down to push Brittany away but the blonde is too strong and she's much too weak right now. Everything's growing dizzy and Santana can feel her walls seriously clenching, she can feel the dildo rubbing against and hitting everything inside of her. She curls her toes as she an intense pulsing inside of her, a strong urge that her body is trying to let go She starts to breath in deeply,
"Are you going to cum without permission?" Brittany asks, her fingers working harder on Santana's clit by rubbing it quickly to match her thrust of the dildo.
"N-No…" Santana cries. "No." She says again.
"Good." But her body is flailing, her pussy is pounding and she just wants to cum. She doesn't want to be punished but god, it's already hard enough not to scream. "You may cum." Brittany says it so softly that Santana didn't hear.
But once she does she lets out an ear piercing moan, as her body is pulled into pure pleasure; she's out of control. Santana actually thinks she's stopped breathing for a moment, like her heart has stopped and she's being taken away. Brittany pulls the dildo out slowly as she continues to rub Santana's clit. The Latina can't even talk, all she can do is let her body tremble and arch up as she grips onto the covers. It's overwhelming, the orgasmic wave stringing through her body and causing each of her limbs to tense and calm all at the same time. It's electric, the way her body jumps and how her liquid is soon squirting out and onto the bed, leaving a large wet spot. Her mind shuts off as she rambles incoherent words and she can't think. She feels embarrassed that she just came so hard, she feels ashamed for some reason and small and weak, but god does she feel so good. She gasps for air, choking out a whimpers, Brittany soon moves her hand from Santana's clit and licks her fingers. Santana's body twists away from Brittany and she closes her eyes. She feels warm and tired, but still content and happy.
When she feels Brittany lay down beside her and wrap her arms around her, she knows that her Brittany is back. And when she feels light kisses being peppered on her shoulder and up her neck, to her cheek and to her temples she blushes. Brittany pulls the covers up and places them on top of Santana, making sure she is comfortable and warm before she whispers into her ear. "You were a very good girl."