A/N: Really didn't mean it to take nearly a year to update. I'm afraid I got pretty sick and couldn't really sit at a computer to write. :(
Santana finished cleaning up first, leaving Rachel to finish showering in the last few minutes of their allotted time in the shower. She towelled off roughly, her mind on what had just happened in the shower. It wasn't that rough sex bothered her - that was hardly the case - but using it to teach a lesson like the one she'd just given Rachel surprisingly did. It made her feel dirty in a way that soap and water couldn't touch to actually hurt someone with sex. Even if Rachel had been being an idiot.
She sighed, pulling her clothes on with sharp jerks. "Get dressed," she said as the water cut off behind her and Rachel stepped out of the enclosure. "I need to go turn the shower key in. I'll meet you in the diner."
Her mind was still a whirl of chaotic thoughts as she left the shower room. She was angry with Rachel for pushing her so far, but she was far madder at herself for responding the way she had to Rachel's provocation. She knew she could have seriously hurt her by taking her the way she had without any lube, that she'd undoubtedly caused the girl far more pain than she'd really deserved for what she'd been doing. She hadn't wanted to believe that sort of person was in her, the kind who could all but rape another person like that, but she couldn't deny what had happened as much as she hated it.
"That's it," she growled to herself, slapping the key down on the counter as she spotted Rachel coming out of the hall to the showers. "Time to fucking change this shit."
She stomped into the diner and threw herself into a booth in the back with an irritated scowl. She'd been looking forward to having Rachel around to satisfy her needs, but it wasn't fucking worth it if the girl was going to be a damn moron. She had to understand how damn dangerous her decisions were and she definitely had to start understanding without any more lessons like the one in the shower because Santana was done feeling like shit just to teach the girl basic facts of life.
She stared out the window beside the booth with a peeved glower, mentally trying to tally up how much it would cost to pack the kid up on a bus back to the middle of nowhere town she'd come from. No way in hell could a naive little girl survive someplace like New York. That city would eat her alive and even Santana wasn't callous enough to send someone off to get their life destroyed like that city would do to her.
She waved the waitress over as she spotted Rachel entering the diner out of the corner of her eye and heading for the booth. "I'll have a double cheeseburger, medium rare and California style," she said, watching Rachel slide into the booth looking both subdued and confused. "And a coffee, black."
"Do you have garden salads?" Rachel asked, barely glancing at the menu.
"Sure do," the waitress said, scribbling Santana's order on her pad. "You want that with ham or turkey? We got ranch, French, Italian, and Caesar dressings too. Regular or low cal."
"No meat please. I'm a vegetarian. I don't eat meat," Rachel said, smiling up at her and trying to ignore Santana's snort of disbelief from across the table. "And can I have Italian dressing on the side please?"
"I think we can handle that," she said, jotting it down. "Anything to drink?"
"Just tea, please. Unsweet if you have it." Giving a nod of confirmation, the waitress headed off, leaving Rachel to stare at Santana who'd gone back to glaring out the window. "Alright," she finally said with an aggravated sigh. "Now what did I do wrong?"
Santana growled low in her throat before turning her glare on the teen. "You just don't get it, do you? Don't you have any idea what kind of people you can find working my job? Yeah, a lot of truckers are good people, but there's a lot who sure as hell ain't too. You've been trying to fuck your way to New York without even knowing what the hell you're getting yourself into!"
Rachel's eyes went wide at the accusations Santana was throwing at her. "I... I don't know what you're talking about," she finally insisted, her brows furrowing. "I'm a star and I belong in New York. I'll do anything it takes to get where I belong. Anything. And you can't stop me!"
"Idiot!" Santana's palm hit the table with the force of a gunshot, making the condiment tray rattle noisily. "Dumb as you are right now, the only star you're going to be in New York is some fucking pimp's star whore, Rachel!" Her voice lowered to an irritated hiss as she continued glaring at the girl. "Jesus Christ, I never should have agreed to take you along just because I was horny. What happened in the shower proved the hell out of that. You don't know how to listen and out here in the real world, not listening can get you seriously fucking hurt if not worse. You're so damn convinced that you know what's right and you have all the damn answers that you can't even be bothered to open your stupid ears and fucking listen to people who just might know something you don't!"
Rachel's mouth hung open as she stared at Santana, her eyes wide. "I... I..." She couldn't think of anything to say. She wanted so badly to deny it, but the burning ache in her ass stopped her. If she was honest with herself, she knew every decision she'd made since seeing Santana walk into the diner in Lima had come from her own selfish ignorance of reality. Being slapped in the face with it didn't make it any easier to take though and she just sat their gaping.
Santana sighed, her irritation fading in the face of Rachel's shock. "You've got one hell of a major decision to make," she said, getting up. "I'll eat my dinner in the rig. Give you time to decide if you're going to grow up and start listening or if we need to get you a ticket back home. Either way, it's a decision you gotta make on your own. If you head out after dark, get one of the waitresses to walk you to the truck. Lots aren't safe after dark."
Rachel sat in silence as she watched Santana go and arrange for her burger and coffee to be made to go and paid for their meals. Her mind was a tumultuous roil of thoughts and she didn't know if she could speak, even if she'd had any idea what to say. The only clear thought in her mind was that she didn't even know if she knew how to grow up the way Santana wanted her to.
It was several hours and well after dark before Rachel finally emerged from the diner accompanied by a couple of the wait staff who were getting off shift at the same time. Santana sat in the driver's seat of her rig in her soft cotton boxers and a white ribbed wifebeater, watching the little group cross the lot towards the big red Peterbilt with a deliberate lack of expression. She didn't really know what the outcome would be, but she'd spent the last few hours resigning herself to finding a bus stop that actually had service back to that tiny ass town she'd picked Rachel up in.
She didn't say anything when she heard the sleeper door open or when the soft sounds of Rachel wishing her escorts a good night filtered up to her. She just sat there in the driver's seat, quietly watching the truck stop's lights as she waited for Rachel to come to her with her decision.
"Santana?" Rachel asked softly, climbing into the sleeper and pulling the door closed behind her.
She didn't answer, merely shifting her attention from the lights to Rachel to prove she wasn't asleep. She could have spoken, could have reassured her, but she didn't feel like it. This was Rachel's decision to make and whatever it was going to be, she had to do it alone.
"I've given it a lot of thought," she said, licking her lips as she tried to meet Santana's quiet gaze and failed, "and... and I want to stay." Santana didn't actually say anything. Her rolled eyes were so eloquent she didn't really have to, but when she opened her mouth to speak, Rachel held up a hand, cutting her off. "No, wait," she said, finally meeting Santana's eyes. "If you want me to listen, you need to listen sometimes too. I've thought about what you said, Santana. I mean really thought about it." She reached up and began pulling off the shirt she'd put on in the shower. "And I realized... I don't know how to tell myself no."
"Rachel..." Santana's brow furrowed as she watched the girl toss the shirt back onto the top bunk.
Rachel took a deep breath and reached down to unfasten her skirt, shimmying out of it. "I need someone to teach me how to listen. How to let other people have control when they know what's best." She licked her lips as she unfastened her bra and started pushing down her panties, a bright flush coloring her cheeks. "I need you," she said softly, standing before Santana completely naked and exposed. "Please," she whispered, her eyes meeting Santana's, "teach me how to grow up."
Santana's jaw bunched as she swallowed hard. Her eyes roved over Rachel's nude body, taking in the bruises from her fingers that marred the skin of her hips and the marks left by her mouth on her thighs and breasts. Her cock twitched, bulging the front of her boxers and straining against the fly as it hardened. She wanted her. God, how she wanted her.
"You have to do what I say," she said, her voice rough with arousal. "When I say it."
"Yes, miss," Rachel said, biting her lip.
"But you're not allowed to accept orders that will hurt you," she insisted, clearing her throat as she shifted in the seat. "And I mean causes you pain. You have to tell me no if that happens."
"Yes, miss." Her eyes dropped to the growing bulge in Santana's boxers. "Is... is there anything I can do for you right now?" she asked softly, feeling her body responding to the sight of Santana's arousal, a trickle of her own fluids slipping down her thigh.
Santana didn't miss the heady smell of arousal beginning to permeate the small cab or the trickle of fluid down Rachel's thigh. She groaned low in her throat before shifting her hips to let her pull her boxers off, allowing her thick six-inches spring free to slap lightly against her abdomen. "Come here," she husked pulling off her shirt so she sat naked in the driver's seat.
Santana knew anyone who happened to have the right angle to see into her windows would be able to see them, but she didn't care as she helped Rachel climb onto her lap, straddling her hips. She steadied her with one hand on her hip as she reached down to pull her foreskin back and stroke her uncovered head between Rachel's wet folds. "Steady," she said, teasing the girl's clit with her tip. "I want you ready for me."
Rachel whimpered above her, her hands on Santana's shoulders as her thighs began to tremble from the strain of holding herself at the angle Santana wanted and her growing arousal. "Please, miss," she whispered, biting her lip. "Please let me sit down."
"You can hold a little longer. Don't move," Santana said, leaning forward to suck a nipple into her mouth as she teased her. She rolled her tongue over the bud, sucking hard until the entire areola was in her mouth and Rachel was all but sobbing with the need to have Santana inside her, the need to relieve the strain, but still she didn't move. Finally Santana released her with a noisy pop, a line of saliva connecting her lips to the swollen nipple for a moment as she carefully positioned her cock at Rachel's entrance. "Slowly now," she said, guiding her down with the hand on her hip.
Rachel moaned as Santana's cock ever so gradually entered her, slowly stretching her out to take her girth. "Thank you, miss," she whimpered, her hands flexing on Santana's shoulders as she lowered down to rest her ass against the woman's thighs, fully sheathing her inside her.
Santana held her down against her and reached up to lift one of her own breasts with the hand she'd used to guide her cock. "Suck," she said, her voice rough as she raised her other hand up to press Rachel's head down. "Suck my tit." She let out a low gasp as she watched Rachel's lips pull her brown nipple between pink lips. "Oh fuck," she gasped out, holding the girl's head close to her breast as she struggled to resist thrusting. "Fuck that's good."
She rested her head back against the seat's headrest with a moan as she enjoyed Rachel's suckling her breast. Being buried in the girl's tight pussy with her lips wrapped around her nipple was even more erotic than she'd imagined and her heart raced with enjoyment. She rolled her head, idly gazing out the side window to see the driver of the next truck over watching with a creepy grin, his shoulder and arm moving in a way that was unmistakable. She snorted, pulling Rachel off her tit with the hand in her hair and kissing her hard instead of trying to get the man to stop.
Fucker can watch, but like hell will he ever get to touch, she thought as she looked at her lover, neck stretched out and breasts bare in the moonlight. "Bounce," she husked out, dragging a hand over Rachel's chest to caress her breasts. "I want you to let me see these tits of yours bouncing as you ride me."
"Y-yes, miss," Rachel said, completely ignorant of their audience as she began rolling her hips, soon rising up and down on Santana's lap. Her breasts were small enough to only barely bounce noticeably as she rode Santana's cock, but as Santana's hands when to her hips and guided her to a rougher, harder pace, neither of them cared.
Rachel let go hard, fluid splashing against Santana's abdomen as she squirted, her walls milking Santana's cock for all she was worth. Santana growled around the tit in her mouth, thrusting hard before letting go herself, feeling her cum filling Rachel's cunt and spilling out around the sides of her cock. She gave another hard suck before letting go of her nipple and dropping back against the seat.
"Fuck," she whispered, panting hard as she tried to recover. "Jesus fucking Christ."
Rachel whimpered, her head falling forward to rest on Santana's shoulder. Groaning softly, Santana swung her legs out from under the wheel and slid her hands to cup Rachel's ass. Standing carefully, her cock still buried deep within Rachel's still faintly pulsing walls, she carried the girl back to the bed and laid her out before finally sliding out of her in a rush of their mixed fluids. Her eyes still dark, cock still hard despite blowing her load, she reached into the little cabinet beside the bed and pulled out two pairs of cuffs.
Rachel watched, her chest heaving as Santana fastened first one cuff then the other, chaining her wrists to the supports of the bed. "You've been bad," Santana said, securing the second cuff. "Bad girls don't get clothes and spend the night chained to my bunk."
"Yes, miss," she said, trembling slightly as she fought not to cross her legs.
Santana lowered herself slowly until she crouched awkwardly at the end of the short bunk, between Rachel's legs. Her dark eyes on Rachel's, she reached down and lifted her thighs up to slide over her shoulders, bringing her still dripping pussy a bare inch from her lips. "I'm going to teach you to tell me to stop," she promised before leaning in to drag her tongue in a slow strip between Rachel's lips.
Rachel cried out as she was licked, her swollen flesh sensitive to stimulation. She yanked against the cuffs, but couldn't pull free, grabbing the chains instead to help ground herself as Santana pressed her tongue deep into her core and started lapping cum from her walls. Her head rolled from side to side as she writhed beneath the woman's ministrations, orgasm after orgasm crashing over her. She could say no. Could say stop. She knew she could, but she didn't.
Santana's lips plied her clit, sucking at the little bud until it was sore before nipping at it with sharp little bites that somehow pushed her pleasure higher instead of causing pain. She sucked on the lips of her pussy, drawing more blood to their already swollen state. Her tongue probed her cunt, helping her suck her cum back out of Rachel's hot little fuckhole. At some point, a finger began sliding in and out of her abused ass, adding to the overwhelming sensations. But still she didn't say anything, accepting it as her punishment.
Two hours later, her writhing had reduced to quivers. Her body and the sheets of the bed were drenched with sweat. Santana's face and upper body and been doused with the fluid of her squirting more times than she could remember. Her throat was sore from moaning and screaming as Santana continued to eat her out, driving her almost mad with pleasure. Her entire body felt like it was made of exhausted jelly somehow splayed in Santana's arms and across her bed.
Then, finally, as Santana drew another long lick from her entrance to the top of her folds, torturing her clit with another pass, the word escaped her. "Stop," she rasped out, struggling to swallow to produce some moisture in her mouth. "P-please."
Soft as her voice was, in the small confines of the sleeper, Santana heard them. Her arms trembled as she slowly let her down onto the bed, stiff from holding that position so long. She felt sticky and exhausted, but she moved to unlock the cuffs, letting Rachel's arms flop bonelessly down to the bed. Putting them away and grabbing a bottle of sports drink from the fridge, she cracked the bottle open and took a swig before helping Rachel sit up and take a drink.
"Good girl," she said softly, her own voice rough from the night's exertions as she pressed a kiss to the top of her head, an arm around Rachel's shoulders supporting her as she sipped the drink. "Remember this lesson. It's important."
"Yes, miss," she rasped out, leaning into Santana, her throat still parched. "I'll remember."
"Good," Santana said again. "Now... I'm tired, but I need you to go sit in the passenger seat and finish that drink while I change the covers. Can you do that?"
Rachel stared at the seat that felt a million miles away for a couple minutes before nodding slowly. Carefully, she got up on trembling legs to cross the few steps before collapsing into the seat, barely restraining a cry as the seat's fabric rasped against her oversexed pussy. She let her head rest against the back of the seat as she watched Santana pull the sheets off the bed and change them with clean ones. She couldn't help but smile at the play of muscles under the woman's skin, the way her now soft cock swung between her thighs as she moved. She just enjoyed watching her and didn't know how often she'd get the chance.
Finally, Santana finished and ducked back out to the front of the cab, offering her hand. "Come on," she said. "Time for bed. We've got an early start tomorrow... well, later today."
Rachel stared at her hand blankly for a moment before reaching up to take it with one limp hand. She let Santana pull her to her feet and help her into the bed. As the woman curled around her, her heat helping soothe the strained muscles of her body, she couldn't help but smile as she let her eyes close. Santana had never actually told her she could stay, but she knew.
The answer was yes.
This was going to be a truly unforgettable experience. Suddenly, she couldn't wait to see what would happen between now and New York. What would actually happen in New York seemed less important as she relaxed into sleep.
A/N: That's it for this installment. Hope people are still reading this. Again, sorry it's been so long.