Luckily, Rachel had sobered up quite a bit on the ride home so Quinn didn't have to worry about her stumbling into something and waking up her fathers…though it probably wouldn't have been an issue anyway since they were ridiculously sound sleepers. Still, as the girls climbed the staircase to Rachel's bedroom, they were careful not to make any noise at all until Quinn had quietly shut the door behind them.
When Quinn turned around, Rachel was face down on the bed with limbs sprawled haphazardly. Grinning, Quinn walked to the closet and picked up a large shopping bag.
"I'm just going to get changed for bed, okay baby?" she said softly.
"Mkay," Rachel mumbled.
When Quinn emerged from the bathroom thirty minutes later, Rachel was in the same exact position.
"Get up, Rachel," Quinn said.
Still face down, Rachel shifted to make room for Quinn on the bed.
"I didn't say roll over," Quinn replied, "I said get up. Now."
Rachel let out an exasperated sigh as she rolled onto her back. "Quinn, I'm exhausted and there's plenty of room, can't you just-" she said, the rest of the words catching in her throat when she looked up at her girlfriend.
Quinn was standing in front of the bed wearing quite possibly the most revealing police uniform ever created.
The shorts were tiny and the shirt, which was unbuttoned enough to show a narrow strip of skin that dipped just below Quinn's breasts, was so tight that it might as well have been painted on. The blonde had pulled her hair back tightly and had put on a pair of dark aviator sunglasses. A set of handcuffs, holstered in a belt around her waist, reflected the light from Rachel's bedside lamp. When Quinn took a step forward, a thick, black nightstick swayed in her belt.
"Still tired, Ms. Berry?" Quinn asked, widening her stance and glaring at the brunette. It took more than a little effort to keep the hesitance she was feeling out of her voice. Even though Quinn was pretty sure Rachel would be into this, it would still be the first time they had ever really ventured outside of the traditional.
"Not even a little bit," Rachel whispered, her eyes widening.
"Good," Quinn replied, moving closer. "Then I repeat. Get up."
Rachel scrambled to obey, nearly falling over in the process before finding her balance.
"Strip," Quinn said, placing her hands on her hips until Rachel was fully undressed and standing demurely in the middle of the room.
"What next, Quinn?" Rachel asked, looking Quinn directly in the eyes.
"First of all, you will refer to me as Officer," Quinn said, delivering a swift smack to her girlfriend's bottom. "Understood?"
"Yes," Rachel whimpered, her eyes widening.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Officer," Rachel said, resisting the urge to moan.
"Good," Quinn said, her entire body humming with absolute control. "Now, as to your question, Ms. Berry…what comes next is entirely up to you."
Rachel looked up, her brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean…Officer?"
"I'm going to ask you some questions, Ms. Berry," Quinn said, moving to stand in front of her girlfriend. "If I like your answers, then you'll be rewarded."
"And if not?" Rachel asked, quickly correcting herself when Quinn raised an eyebrow. "What if you don't like my answers, Officer?"
"I would think a smart girl like you would already know the answer to that," Quinn said. "What do you think will happen?"
"I think I'll be punished, Officer," Rachel said, letting out a deep breath.
"Yes, you will," Quinn said, fighting against the urge to take Rachel then and there. "Now, are you ready for my questions?"
"Yes, Officer," Rachel replied, whimpering when she saw the lust in Quinn's eyes.
"Excellent," Quinn said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Did you attend a party this evening?"
"Yes, Officer."
"And did you consume alcohol at this party?"
"Um…yes, Officer."
"How old are you, Ms. Berry?" Quinn asked.
Rachel hesitated for a moment. "Eighteen, Officer."
"Ms. Berry, what is the legal drinking age in the state of Ohio?"
"Twenty-one, Officer," Rachel replied, chewing her bottom lip.
"So, what you're telling me, Ms. Berry, is that you knowingly broke the law," Quinn said, absent-mindedly smoothing down the blanket next to her.
"I…suppose I did, Officer," Rachel replied nervously, her gaze on the floor.
"Well, then I suppose you have to be punished," Quinn said, taking off her aviators and placing them on the night table. "Bend over my lap."
Immediately, Rachel's eyes snapped up. She knew what was about to happen and, aside from the tentative slap from a moment ago, it was something they'd never done.
With a weak nod, Rachel complied and slowly lowered herself onto Quinn's lap, one hand tucked under her stomach and the other resting on the bed.
When Rachel jerked slightly at the first gentle brush of skin against her backside, Quinn's stomach nearly dropped to the floor with want. She had never seen her girlfriend so…submissive.
Smirking, Quinn brought her hand down lightly, desire warming her blood when Rachel's body stiffened on top of her.
Once Rachel relaxed a bit, Quinn began using more force, peppering her bottom with angry red marks.
Minute after minute, Rachel struggled with the pain, gasping as a white hot stinging that left her nearly breathless. Eventually, when she was able to focus on Quinn's hand, on the feeling of Quinn's hand against her, she managed to teach her body to interpret the pain as something else. Rachel was positive that Quinn could feel her wetness beginning to spread.
"God," Rachel grunted, sliding forward with each smack.
"Not God," Quinn said, her voice shaking with arousal. "Officer will do."
With that, Quinn brought her hand down hard one more time, earning a long, pained groan from Rachel. After a moment, when she realized that she wasn't going to be smacked again, Rachel let her body go limp.
"Get up," Quinn said, willing herself not to reach between her own legs when Rachel stood up, her face flushed and her chest heaving. "Are you ready for the next set of questions?"
"Yes, Officer," Rachel responded thickly, glancing up into Quinn's eyes and then back to the floor.
"Alright then," Quinn said, standing up and pacing the room slowly. "Did you engage in any sexual activities at this party?"
"Yes, Officer," Rachel said, a grin slowly spreading across her face. "With you."
"And?" Quinn asked. "With whom else?"
Rachel's grin disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.
"I asked you a question, Ms. Berry," Quinn said, putting her hands on her hips as she turned to face Rachel.
"With Santana, Officer," Rachel said, wincing.
"Ms. Berry, are you or are you not in a committed relationship?"
"I am, Officer," Rachel said, casting her eyes downward.
"Is this committed relationship with Ms. Lopez?"
"No, Officer."
"So, Ms. Berry, why would you engage in sexual activities with Ms. Lopez?" Quinn asked, cocking her head to the side.
"Becauseiwashigh," Rachel mumbled, biting her bottom lip as she spoke.
"I didn't catch that, Ms. Berry," Quinn said, moving closer.
"Because I was high, Officer," Rachel said, slowly bringing her eyes upwards to meet Quinn's.
"Are you telling me that you not only participated in underage drinking, but also took drugs?" Quinn said, her eyebrows raised.
"Yes, Officer," Rachel said, trembling with excitement at the prospect of another spanking.
That, however, was not what Quinn had in mind.
"Do you know, Ms. Berry, what happens to people who are suspected of drug use?" Quinn asked.
"No, Officer," Rachel said, shivering as she stood naked in the middle of the room, her ass red and sore.
"Well you're about to," Quinn said, removing the handcuffs from her belt. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back."
Rachel reluctantly complied, whimpering when she felt the cuffs lock around her wrists.
"Now, walk to the edge of the bed," Quinn said, gently placing her hand on Rachel's shoulder and guiding her before stepping out of her field of vision.
"I asked you a moment ago if you know what happened to drug users when they get caught by the police," Quinn said, quietly removing a latex glove from her pocket. "Would you like to know the answer?"
"Yes, Officer," Rachel whispered.
"They get cavity searches," Quinn said, grinning as she snapped the glove onto her hand and walked to the night table to grab the bottle of lube.
When she turned back around, Rachel was staring at her with wide eyes.
With a smirk, Quinn moved behind Rachel again and nudged her legs far apart. Then, placing her hand on the small of Rachel's back, Quinn eased the girl down until her chest was resting on the mattress, her head turned to the side.
Somewhere in the back of Rachel's mind – somewhere not overcome with fear, arousal, pain, and excitement – there was definitely a growing respect for Quinn's commitment to the role she had adopted.
"I'll stop if you need me to," Quinn whispered, almost inaudibly, as she tucked a stray lock of hair behind Rachel's ear.
Rachel shivered and nodded. She had never been so exposed in her entire life, never this wide open, never so controlled. Restrained and bent over, Rachel didn't even think she'd be able to stand up on her own if she wanted to. She was both thrilled and terrified.
Despite herself, Rachel's body stiffened when she heard the bottle of lube being opened.
Quinn, like Rachel, had never been so turned on in her entire life. They had been dating for almost ten months, now, and this was the first time they had done anything even remotely like this.
If she was totally honest, Quinn had been unsure as to whether or not Rachel would be into this and she had had reservations about her ability to pull off this role-playing thing without laughing. Now, looking at Rachel waiting to be violated, Quinn had no doubts at all. She was Officer Fabray. Rachel was her prisoner.
"Relax," she said authoritatively, impressed at her ability to keep the tremor out of her voice, as she squeezed a generous amount of lube on her gloved fingers.
Rachel jerked when Quinn used her other hand to spread her open.
"I'm going to touch you now," Quinn said as she placed the pad of her forefinger in between Rachel's cheeks, nearly coming undone at the way her girlfriend's body tensed up.
"Now, Ms. Berry, I want you to take a deep breath," Quinn said.
Squeezing her eyes shut, Rachel willed herself to calm down. When she felt the tip of Quinn's finger slowly sliding into her, however, the breath caught in her throat and her body jerked upwards.
Quinn rested her hand on the small of Rachel's back and held her down, pushing her finger farther inside.
"Ungh," Rachel said, surging forward. She had never had anything up there and it hurt. It hurt a lot. All she wanted to do was grip on to the sheets, to hold onto something, anything to help her transfer some of the sensation. With her hands cuffed, however, there was no way it was going to happen. Her toes curled desperately as Quinn slipped more and more of her finger inside until it was finally in up to the knuckle.
Rachel let out a deep groan, panting into the blankets when Quinn rotated her finger, pressing upwards and sideways, then back down, in and out.
"Quinn, it hurts," Rachel whimpered, breathing in short little gasps, her eyes wide open and staring at the wall.
"I don't know who Quinn is," the blonde replied nonchalantly, removing her finger and then pressing back in with two.
"Ugnh, Officer, Officer!" Rachel said frantically, her stomach muscles clenching at the invasion.
Quinn was completely mesmerized. There was just something about watching Rachel helpless, completely at her mercy, enduring something that obviously was uncomfortable for her.
It gave her an idea.
Slowly, she took her fingers out of Rachel's ass, reveling in the relieved moan that escaped Rachel's lips when she was finally empty again.
Grabbing a condom from her bag (she still had a ton from the school nurse, who practically shoved them at anybody walking by her office) and removed the nightstick from her belt – brand new and sterilized specifically for this occasion.
She quickly unwrapped the condom, pulled it over the nightstick, and then emptied half of the bottle of lube onto it.
"Ms. Berry," Quinn said, moving behind Rachel again. "Girls who break the law should be punished. Don't you agree?"
"Yes, Officer," Rachel said weakly, still bent over and panting.
"Then you agree you should be punished."
"Whatever you feel is necessary, Officer," Rachel said, hoping it was the right answer.
"Excellent, then," Quinn said, placing the tip of the nightstick against Rachel's ass.
Quinn gently pushed the tip of it in, gasping as her own wetness dripped down her leg at the sight of Rachel, impaled, wide-eyed and writhing.
Before Rachel could really register the pain, though, Quinn reached around with her free hand and began circling Rachel's clit roughly before sliding two fingers inside of her.
"Oh god," Rachel grunted, "I'm…God, so full."
Quinn moaned, arching her hips into the air as she twisted the tip of the nightstick inside Rachel. She needed to see Rachel, to see her face, to taste her.
Slowly, Quinn eased the nightstick out, ripped the condom off and lifted Rachel up by the shoulder. She then spun the brunette, undid one of the cuffs and dragged Rachel to the headboard. Within a split second, the handcuffs were back on, securing Rachel's arms above her head.
Quinn took one look at Rachel, her hair completely messy, chest heaving wildly, with a ravenous look in her eyes and pounced, burying her fingers inside of Rachel and swallowing her groan with a kiss.
Rachel tugged desperately on Quinn's bottom lip with her teeth as she wrapped her legs around Quinn's waist, rolling her hips faster and faster.
Without warning, Quinn took removed her fingers from inside Rachel, earning a deep growl from the brunette.
"Damn it, Quinn, Officer, whoever you are!" Rachel whispered angrily. "If you don't fuck me this instant I'm going to kill you!"
With a smirk, Quinn brought her fingers to her mouth, licking off the liquid that coated it.
Rachel's eyes fluttered and she groaned.
"I'm going to fuck you, Ms. Berry," Quinn said, reaching for the nightstick. "With this."
Without giving Rachel a chance to react, Quinn slipped a good eight inches of nightstick into her girlfriend's entrance.
Rachel's head fell back, the muscles in her stomach clenching almost painfully as Quinn moved the stick in and out of her. Her entire body was sure as hell going to hurt tomorrow but right now, it felt amazing, like every nerve in her body was drunk and on fire.
"Oh fuck," Rachel panted, arching her hips up frantically, her hands pulling viciously against the restraints. "Oh God, Quinn, kiss me, kiss me please."
As soon as Quinn's lips touched hers, Rachel came undone, breathing erratically as her hips pistoned against the nightstick, pulling in every last drop of the most earth shattering orgasm of her life.
Watching Rachel come with the nightstick inside of her, thinking about all of the things she had said and done to her girlfriend over the course of the evening, was more than enough to push Quinn over the edge as well.
Together they came down, gasping for air.
"God," Quinn panted, gently removing the nightstick and collapsing on top of Rachel. "You are so fucking hot."
"I'm hot?" Rachel whispered, unable to muster up enough energy to even speak. "Are you kidding? That was the hottest thing I've ever experienced in my life…though we're going to have to figure out what to tell my fathers when they ask why I'm sitting on a cushion tomorrow. Where did that even come from?"
"Costume shop," Quinn said, weakly fishing in her pocket for the key to the handcuffs. "I got it behind your back."
Suddenly, Rachel started laughing.
"What's so funny?" Quinn said, frowning as she reached up and uncuffed Rachel from the bedpost.
"Nothing baby," Rachel said, smiling as she framed Quinn's face with her hands. "Come here."
Quinn happily obliged, dropping her head down and pressing her lips against Rachel's, whimpering as Rachel teased her bottom lip with her teeth.
"You're incredible," Rachel said, gently cupping the back of Quinn's neck.
"Mmm, so are you," Quinn said, smiling against Rachel's lips.
"Know what else is incredible?" Rachel asked.
"What?" Quinn replied.
"Sleep."
"I thought you'd never ask," Quinn said, giving Rachel another quick peck on the lips and then diving under the covers.
Rachel laughed as she got up, downed the entire bottle of water on her nightstand, then climbed into bed and shut off the light.
"Goodnight, Officer," she whispered as she felt Quinn's arms wrap around her.
"Goodnight, Ms. Berry," Quinn said, barely able to grin before she passed out.