A/N #1: Okay, okay, calm down, people! I told you I would post both parts. So without further ado, Part Two. If you feel so moved, press the Review button at the bottom. If not, so be it! Enjoy..

A/N #2: WARNINGS: Contains MORE ass play, lots more… You've been warned. Not your cup of tea? Move on. No hurt feelings.

A/N #3: I do not own these characters. Sadly, all I own are the mistakes.

Chapter 2: Funny Girl – Night One…

"Don't Rain on My Parade" – Part Two

"Follow me."

She led me to her vanity and pulled out her chair. Reaching for the remote that was on her desk, she… Wait, what? How the hell did the remote end up here? Sneaky Berry and her damn ninja ways! She then pressed play and belted out with Barbra,

"Don't tell me not to live, just to sit and putter," sitting at the appropriate cue,

"Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter.

Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade!"

She paused once again, humming, set the remote back on her vanity, and pulled a drawer open. Rachel tugged at my hand and settled my hips in front of the table facing the mirror. Using mesmerizing caresses across my back, she applied gentle pressure and leaned me forward, presenting my ass at damn near eye level. I saw a sheen of anxious perspiration form on my brow in the mirror. I had never been this exposed or aroused. Movement broke my reverie and I realized that from the drawer, Rachel had pulled out… CARAMEL? Sweet Mary and Joseph, she was using her finger to drizzle my ass cheeks with caramel. Oh Cheesus. My surprise exploded verbally without filter.

"Holy shit, Rachel, what are y—"

Her hand rained down on my ass with a loud smack. I gasped dramatically and hissed at the sting, the caramel like a candy tormentor between the skin to skin contact. Somewhere in the distance the movie started again and Rachel sang to me,

"Don't tell me not to fly, I simply got to

If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you.

Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade?"

She stood up from behind me as she sang the next part, a stern fire in her eyes locking with mine in the mirror, and singing suggestively.

" I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum," she sang with lust and lightly slapped at my ass.

"And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir," she emphasized 'bat' with another slap.

"At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir,

I guess I didn't make it…" She trailed off and the film halted once again, but she leaned in close and added her own breathy ending to the last line, "Clear."

I now understood how we were going to play this game. She would sing and interpret what she wanted to do with me, or more specifically, my ass. I would only take my turn when given it. There was my Dom!Rachel.

She turned her attention back to the caramel and sensually swirled her finger in the bowl, raising it high enough for me to see the gooey candy drip. Her nails raked over my candied skin and in a turn of events, she knelt behind me. I realized the candy was becoming warmer and despite my above-average intelligence, it took a good moment to realize her breath was the culprit. She swiped her tongue through the caramel, forcing its way past the silken layer to the skin beneath.

"Oh, fuck, Rachel."

She brought her face just above the mounds of my cheeks and grinned wickedly at me in the mirror as she lowered herself once again. That sight alone was almost enough to make me come, but I pushed past the savage tightening I felt in my lower abdomen, because, damn it, Fabrays weren't quitters. I would put my manners to good use and come when my woman wanted me to come. I turned my attention back to the lavish mouth that was sucking and licking and biting at the sweetness layered on my ass. The teasing of having her breath tickle across my skin and having her mouth so near where I needed her most, was almost better than an orgasm… almost.

Some time passed as she continued to worship the mounds of flesh. I was embarrassingly wet and turned on to the point that moving might cause me lose it right there. With one more lick for each cheek, she stood again, dipping her finger in the caramel one last time. She extended her arm and swiped the finger just inside my bottom lip as my mouth lost all ability to close itself some time ago.

"Want a taste, Quinnie? It's quite appetizing…"

I smoothed my tongue across the caramel and cleaned her finger off as she pulled it from my lips. She took my hand from the vanity top and led me to the foot of the bed as the movie began again. Awesome. Phase two. She seemed pleased with me and I gave myself a mental pat on the back for keeping her happy. I had no idea what was to happen next, but I was sure of three things—one: my clit was throbbing in time with my rapid pulse, two: I was dripping down the inside of my thighs, and three: I really, really, really wanted to come.

She was singing again. I missed the first part and prayed there wouldn't be a quiz.

"… The cinder or the shiny apple of its eye," she winked as she sang 'apple' and I knew her little stunt downstairs had something to do with that. She continued,

"I gotta fly once, I gotta try once,

Only can die once, right, sir?

Oh, life is juicy, juicy, and you see," she squeezed my ass cheeks and ghosted her hands over the skin that connected them to my thighs.

"I gotta have my bite, sir!" she chomped her pearly whites through the air next to my ear, causing my breath to catch. Everything about the song was turning into a sexual fantasy I filed away for safekeeping and poor Barbra would die if she knew about the naughty things that conjured in my mind.

This time, the movie stopped, but she kept singing, softer and sexier than I've ever heard her voice. Rachel grasped my chin with one hand and continued her ministrations with the other. Looking deep into my now barely recognizable hazel eyes, she sang directly to me as if giving my one on one instruction for what was to happen next.

"Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a 'comer,'

I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer.

Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade."

Her expectations for me were clear. She was going to make sure I was taken care of, but she needed to own my ass first. Rachel wanted me to let her be in control and submit to whatever she was about to do. I, personally, had no problem with that. She believed the silent agreement in my eyes and spoke with authority.

"On the bed, Quinn."

I did as she said and sat in the middle of the bed as she turned and walked to her closet. Good golly, Molly, she was getting the toy box. My brain was weighing any and all good and bad consequences of this new development while my libido screamed at it to shut up. As Rachel trifled through the small trunk, she looked back at my position on the bed and shook her head. Uh oh…

"Oh, no, no, Sweetie. I thought I made it clear that tonight was about me and owning that luscious backside of yours. However will I do that if you're sitting on it? Now be a doll and get up on all fours, would you?"

She looked down once again, and knowing that I would pay for my ignorant action later, I snapped up as fast as I could so as not to anger her crazy. I was facing the headboard with my eyes closed when I felt the bed dip next to me. Okay, so, not exactly the location I was expecting, but I trus—

"What did I tell you earlier about answering me, Quinn?"

My thoughts were interrupted by her teeth scraping my ear. I opened my mouth to speak and the dryness there made it difficult.

"S-sorry, Rachel. Yes, ma'am, on all fours for you."

"There's my good girl. You seem a little distracted this evening, Quinnie. Are your thoughts getting the best of what should be my attention?"

"Yes, Rachel, my mind is wandering a bit at all the possibilities of what you could do with me tonight."

"I see. Perhaps I can remedy that. Would you like to tell me what is in store for this next part of the performance?"

"Yes."

A loud smack sounded and a stinging pain shot through my rear end clear up to the backs of my eyes which shot open on impact.

Rachel pushed, voice seething with power, "Yes what, Quinn?"

"Y-yes, please," I whimpered trying to recover from the burning sensation radiating from my posterior.

"Well, okay then… since you asked nicely.'"

She slid under my raised body, laying on her back, perpendicular between my planted hands and bent knees. Fuck my life. It took everything in me to not abandon this whole fucking thing and take her as she lay under me. But I knew my place, and I knew somehow she would reprimand me, perhaps not then but sometime when I least expected it. Rachel rolled to her side and trailed gentle kisses up my left thigh as she carefully pulled herself through my self-made tunnel and raised herself up to a sitting position next to me, legs still sprawled beneath me. She never ceased her kisses as they focused on the skin found adjunct between my hip and my ass cheek. She did, however, utilize the time between them to explain what she planned to do to me and with me.

"During this part of the interpretation," kiss, " the lyrics speak clearly, Quinnie." Kiss. "Your bottom is the shiny apple of my eye," kiss, "and you see, I must experience it to the fullest." Kiss.

My mind was racing as I did my best to get into Rachel's head and figure out what she meant by fullest. My contemplation was cut short as the bed dipped once more and Rachel knelt behind me.

"Quinn, your ass… " Shit. The way she said 'ass' was sexy as fuck and I found myself unable to control myself before telling her so.

"Shit, Rach, the way you say 'ass' is sexy as fuck."

She must have been pleased with the effect she was having on me because she let that indiscretion slide. She continued on about her plans.

"Your ass is sooo juicy. Let's cut through the bullshit and allow me to be direct. I want to eat your juicy ass, Quinnie. I want to bite it and tear it apart with my teeth. I want to taste you and I don't want you to rain on my parade by objecting. I will make you come, Quinn, that you can be sure of, but what I need right now is a willing participant. What do you say, Sweetie? Can you be my willing participant?"

Shock overrode my system at the graphic detail she gave. Holy fuck, Rachel. You have a way with words. Taking a few moments to gather my thoughts, I responded quite eloquently.

"Yes, Rachel."

Smooth, right? I thought it was delivered damn well considering my state. Here I was, ass naked (sorry, I couldn't help myself), propped up on my hands and knees with my hot girlfriend behind me telling me that she was going to taste and bite and tear apart my ass before she lets me come even though I'm on edge right now, dripping down my thigh with my clit's throbbing pounding in my ear. You try to come up with something better!

"Oh, good girl, Quinn. I knew I could count on you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I gotta try once and get my bite, sir," she purred.

I barely had time register that she repeated lyrics from the song before her teeth sank into the meat on my rear end.

"AAH, fuck, Rachel, shit."

She soothed the sting with the flat of her tongue as she palmed the other cheek roughly. Her assault continued as she kept building up the tension coiling in my lower abdomen. Rough bite, soothing tongue, rough palming. The pattern continued as it spanned the expanse of my cheeks. I was losing my resolve quickly and I knew it by how loose I was with my tongue.

"Yes. Fuck. Yes, baby… Mmm… Yeah, Rachel, bite that ass—"

Oh, no. My eyes shot open. The Head Bitch in me was clawing to get out. I knew as soon those words came out of my mouth, I would be in trouble once again. I prayed to everything holy, hoping Rachel didn't catch the domineering remark, but alas, the force was not with me.

She stopped mid-lick and pulled her head away from my abused flesh.

"What was that Quinn?"

"Um, nothing… uh, 'Fuck. Yes, baby?'"

"No, Quinnie," she said with a sickeningly sweet smile—I couldn't see it but I heard it, "after that."

"'Mmm?'"

"You're making this worse than it has to be. Now, I'm only going to ask you one more time. What did you say, Quinn?"

Well, fuck. "I said, 'Yeah, Rachel, bite that ass…'" My face burned with embarrassment. I should've known better.

"Ah, that's what I thought." She left the foot of the bed and made her way back to the toy box.

Suddenly the movie was playing again and Rachel sang with determination as I heard her shuffling around with the items in the "trunk of iniquity."

"I'm gonna live and live now,

Get what I want—I know how,

One roll for the whole shebang!"

She was becoming heated at this point and made her way back to me. She smoothed over my ass with her left hand and palmed both ass cheeks roughly.

" One throw that bell will go clang."

I started to panic when I glanced back and saw the paddle. That was definitely new. How long had she had that? Then, the panic I felt a split second ago was made to look like kiddy's play as I remembered the next line of that goddamn song, "Eye on the target, and—"

WHAM! A reverberating sound of the connection between flesh and wood, bounced from wall to wall, ricocheting in my ears as the initial blow to my ass connected the dots to the pain I felt shooting down to the tips of my toes and up through my spine. Fuck it hurt, but when the paddle met me again, I had to do everything in power not to come on impact.

"O-oh, Rachel," I moaned in a husky voice that was unfamiliar to me.

She wailed down on my ass again, watching the flesh bounce, and spoke desperately now that the film was silent.

"Good girls don't demand things they don't deserve, Quinn." SMACK! "Now, you've received four spankings for four of the words with which you so rudely interrupted me. You have one more coming and you'll do best to hold your tongue and only speak when told to do so. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Rachel."

"Now, from what I see, you're a very wet girl, Quinn. Am I right in assuming I did this to you?"

She dragged the paddle along my slit, that being the first contact I had had all night. My body trembled on its own involuntarily as my hips pressed back, seeking more friction. I needed to come, so I played into her weakness—completely submissive!Quinn.

"Yes, Rachel, mm…, all from you. So wet for yoouu, baby…"

I dragged out the "you" in my sexiest voice possible, the one I knew Rachel couldn't resist. I was hitting way below the belt out of selfish necessity. I needed to come.

"I like to hear that, but, you see, Quinnie, I don't believe you even deserve my punishment what with trying to manipulate me with that voice."

Seriously? Fuck, Rachel, throw a girl a fucking bone!

"I didn't mean—" SLAP! She used her hand that time to stop my verbal onslaught.

"I didn't ask you a question. Now in order to receive the last of your punishment and continue tonight's festivities, I'm going to need to hear you beg."

Pride, be damned! "Please, Rachel, I need you. Fuck, I'm so wet and I'm begging you to finish me. No one can dominate me the way you can or make me come harder. I'm completely yours, my ass, my pussy, my breasts, my mouth, my whole body…" I trailed off after I laid everything out there.

And in all of but one moment, Rachel managed to change the air between us. She had maneuvered her way to my side, kneeling so that her face was level with my ear. I kept my eyes shut tightly. She was unpredictable.

"Your heart?" Her voice was completely void of dominance and for a second I thought I heard vulnerability.

I blinked my eyes open to see an insecure Rachel looking at me in earnest. At that moment, I couldn't love Rachel Berry any more. She was breathtaking. I swallowed thickly and answered with every amount of truth I had in my body.

"Without a doubt."

She smiled and returned to her rightful spot. Almost instantly, she was back in character.

"So Quinnie, if I own everything, does that mean I can do anything?"

Without hesitation, I answered, "Yes, Rachel, please. Use me."

"As you wish, but only because you used your manners."

She left me in that state, and I didn't bother to question what happened to my last paddling. My only feelings were the ache rising in my ass cheeks and the anticipation I felt in my throbbing pussy. I heard Rachel rustling with her clothing. I could only imagine what she looked like taking of that tank top and those sweats. I didn't chance a glance but settled for licking my dry lips.

The movie played briefly and Rachel sang, "One shot…"

The bed dipped behind me for what I hoped would be the last time. I felt her breath dancing across the tender skin as she gently caressed it with her hands and peppered it with kisses. I fell into a dream state at the comfort she was supplying my body until… DREAM STATE OVER! Rachel was spreading my ass cheeks and I felt her breath wash over my puckered hole. Then, my world went black for indeterminate amount of time.

When I came to my senses, I realized that my extremely talented girlfriend was using her tongue in a new and glorious way. She licked heated stripes up and over my hole, leaving a coating of saliva in her wake. I, in turn, responded with what I knew would she would love—verbal reinforcement. Rachel was a sucker for feedback as long as it remained in a submissive state and hopefully, it would speed things up. Not that I wasn't enjoying this immensely, but the truth was my body was becoming over stimulated and my arms were about to collapse and my legs were weakening having been this position for a good hour.

"Fuck, Rachel. So good. I need you. Please.." and, "Oh, your tongue, baby, mmm…"

I knew I had sent her confidence into overdrive because she added more friction and licked sloppier, knowing that would increase the pleasure for me. But then, after several minutes of worshipping my ass' opening, she changed the game again as I felt her tongue slip in past the rim. I couldn't stop the string of obscenities that surged from my lips.

"Fucking shit, Rachel! Ohmygod, please, baby! Ooooh, fuck, yes!"

"One gunshot, and…" she sang without Barbra this time and she mercilessly plunged deeper into my asshole. She dragged her tongue along the inside of my tight channel alternating a gentle push with a rough thrust as she was seemingly trying to loosen me up. I could only let her now. My body and mind were mush. My face, ground into the comforter that smelled of my girlfriend, and all reactions were strictly instinctual now. I rocked back against her face, relishing in the delicious friction her chin was giving my other entrance.

All of her movements were halted for a brief moment and suddenly I felt a jolt through my body, snapping me from the pleasured state I was currently occupying. Something other than her tongue was requesting permission. I looked back over my shoulder and lightning strike me for the filthy images that flooded my brain. Rachel saw my glance back and connecting our eyes, she laid the 7 inch strap on against my lower back, guiding it to rest specifically between where my two cheeks met at its base. I raked in with hunger the sight behind me and when she saw that I was aware of what was coming, she smiled seductively.

"I told you your ass was mine, Quinnie. Try not to look so surprised."

This was the culmination of her evening. I put everything together in an instant. She had been wearing that strap on all night under those baggy sweats. My mouth watered at the thought of her having to lay against it on the bed for as long as she did, having to kneel with the straps digging into her hips while she licked at the caramel, having it rub against her thighs as she spanked my wanting ass, and having to wait with the insert pressed snugly to her clit as she prepared my hole for her entry. That's when I realized she was experiencing just as much agony as I endured for the entire night, minus a few bruises. The epiphany gave me a renewed vigor whose only goal was to make sure Rachel came when she fucked my ass.

I nodded at her and played one of my cards, "Please, Rachel, you know what I need, baby."

"BAM—" she sang out, reminding me this was all part of our initial bet.

Then she moaned behind me as she slid the appendage through my wetness. I bit my lip and whimpered as the head brushed my clit. Once it was nice and slick, she pressed the head of the strap on at my virgin hole. Tentatively, she pushed the head past the rim with what felt like a pop. My ass clenched around the foreign object and I fought to familiarize the odd and somewhat painful sensation. The friction of my gentle clenching must have transferred to the insert at Rachel's clit because she moaned behind me.

"Oh fuck, Quinn, so tight."

The husk in her voice urged me on again, and I gently rocked back, hoping Rachel would get the message that I was ready for more if she was. Apparently it went through loud and clear because in one full thrust, every inch of the strap on was inside me. The splitting pain blinded me initially. I slammed my hand down on the bed and I cried out.

"AAAGH! Fuck!"

Concerned, Rachel broke character, "Baby, are you o—"

I stopped her immediately when I forced through gritted teeth, "Rach, please, fuck me…"

If there was one thing about Rachel Berry, she never had to ask twice. She slowly advanced into me until her hips met my ass cheeks, then dragged the length out only to stop with just the head inside. I moaned, slack-jawed, unable to form words and involuntarily canted my hips back matching her motion. My body was becoming all one mass working toward the common goal: coming. After a few experimental thrusts, making sure I wouldn't buckle, Rachel increased her speed (and inadvertently mine) as well as her verbal remarks.

"That's it Quinn, hump my cock, baby. Shit, look at your ass begging me to fuck it harder and faster. Who's ass is it, Quinn? Answer me."

"YOURS!" She thrust particularly hard, "Yours, Rachel, only yours. Fuck me harder, baby, please. I can't get enough of your cock!"

"Such a filthy mouth, Quinnie. You're a dirty girl, aren't you? I'll bet you're wet from me fucking your ass…"

She deepened her thrusts and brought her hand down to my pussy that was milking thin air desperate for any type of friction. She felt my entrance and her two fingers were suddenly sucked into my wet heat.

"Shit, Quinn. Fuck. So wet for me. Do you like this? Getting fucked in both your pussy and your asshole?"

A shaky, "Yes," fell from my lips and my body continued its upward spiral. A loud crack resonated in the room above the slapping sounds made by my thighs and ass pounding against Rachel's hips as they connected again and again. It took a moment to register the painful pleasure as another spanking on my already bruising flesh.

"Yes, what? You know better."

"Yes, I love being fucked in my slutty holes, Rachel! Harder, please…"

I concentrated hard on clenching all of my muscles that had anything to do with fucking. I was jerking back into her with reckless abandon and she knew I was getting close. She leaned forward, and chuckled with a bite. The long-forgotten movie was playing again and Rachel pulled me up flush against her bare chest. The changed angle allowed me to completely sheath myself on her fingers and cock as she held me in place by wrapping her free arm around to cup my bouncing breasts.

"Hey, Mr. Arnstein…"

She thrust faster, knowing I would come at any moment. I clenched with the last bit of my strength and she punctuated the last three thrusts that would cause my orgasm to crash through me.

"… here…"

"Oh fuck Rachel!"

"… I…"

"Yes, give it to me! One more, baby…so close."

"… AAAAMMM!"

"Fuck, RAAACHEL, I'm coming!"

She held me tight as our bodies quaked together, skin melding us into one body as I gripped the back of her head, pulling at her locks. She kept her fingers and cock thrust deep in both of my tight holes. When the trembling stopped between us, we collapsed to the bed still very much attached. The movie played on in the background and Rachel purred along with the lyrics being sung, stroking my hair.

"I'll march my band out…"

I laughed lightheartedly at her flirtatious tone as she continued to lull me into a post-orgasmic haze.

"I'll beat my drum."

With that she patted my ass playfully as she unsheathed herself from my entrances that were quivering with spasms.

"And if I'm fanned out…"

I mouthed the word, "Never," as I rolled over to face her. My god, she was beautiful.

"Your turn at bat, sir,

At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir.

I guess I didn't make it."

I dropped my bashful eyes from her gorgeous stare that made me want to sing and cry at the same time. She used her finger to lift my chin in order to finish her serenade. Looking through me with all the love in her heart, she continued, just over a whisper.

"Get ready for me, love, 'cause I'm a 'comer,'

I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer."

At that, she patted the skin over her heart to the rhythm of the song and I knew she was implying that it was mine and would only ever beat for me.

"Nobody, no, nobody…

Is gonna…

Rain on my…

Parade…"

By the end of her serenade, I was on the verge of drifting in a peaceful state, cuddled to her chest tightly. I spoke a raspy and whispered "I love you," and she kissed me softly on my forehead.

"I love you too, Quinn."

I blinked my last for the evening, welcoming the much needed sleep to my mind and body, but before I completely succumbed to the dream world, I heard my girlfriend whisper one more thing into the thick atmosphere of her bedroom.

"Best version yet, Barbra…"

A/N #4: Thoughts? 'Cause my brains kind of mush after cranking this one out…