Summary: Brittany sneak attacks Santana in the middle of the night.
Santana hums sleepily when she feels Brittany's lips slowly kiss down one side of her cheek and then over the edge of her jaw. She smiles with her eyes still closed, enjoying the way Brittany's hair tickles against her skin and the way Brittany's little breaths against her cheek give her tingles.
"Mmm, Britt." Santana slowly opens her eyes, then blinks in surprise. Her room is still dark, which means it's still nighttime. Which means Brittany should be sleeping.
She has exactly one second to register this before she realizes Brittany is hovering over her, and then she feels long fingers wrap around both of her wrists and tug them behind her. She feels a thrill of fear mingled with anticipation at the motion. Opening her eyes wider and lifting her head up, Santana tries to see anything in the darkness. She's lying on her stomach, so now, with Brittany holding into her wrists, she is rendered nearly helpless.
Swallowing the nerves that leap into her throat, she wiggles her fingers in Brittany's grasp. It's hard to focus, with Brittany still leaning over her, pressing soft kisses down the back of her neck and now along her shoulders. And with their hands mashed between them, she can feel the outline of Brittany's body pushing against her own.
Santana groans and burrows her face into her pillow before she begins scooting and trying to gently topple Brittany.
"Stay still," Brittany warns. Her voice is low and commanding, and it makes Santana's eyes widen and her mouth go dry.
She feels Brittany reach away from her wrists momentarily, and the next thing she knows, Brittany is tying her hands behind her back with a strip of fabric. Santana has no idea where or what it's from, but she can't help the way her throat closes over a moan or how she squirms against the mattress, her belly tightening with anticipation and longing. She already knows where this is going, and it makes her heart speed up to a gallop in her chest.
"Bad girl," Brittany whispers, and it sends chills down Santana's spine. She whines, craning her neck, trying to get a look at her girlfriend, but Brittany is elusive, staying just out of Santana's sight, hovering light touches and brief kisses in the darkness.
Suddenly, Brittany moves away, and Santana gasps when she feels her pajamas being ripped off her body. Her legs and hips jerk with the abrupt motion, and she barely has time to register the movement before she feels Brittany slide her fingers into the waistband of her panties and peel them downwards too.
Now, she's lying face-down in her own bed, in a tank top, no panties on, and with her hands tied behind her back. It's a tad humiliating that she's already wet, but she can't bring herself to care. Whenever Brittany decides to get all dominant like this, it gets to her.
Straining her ears in the quiet dark, she tries to gauge where in the room Brittany might be. Santana isn't prepared for the lamp clicking on, shedding soft yellow light into the room. She blinks and catches a brief glimpse of Brittany before the blonde moves behind her again, out of sight. Everything inside of Santana seems to pause. Her stomach is tied into knots, her heartbeat is pounding in her ears, and a tightness has taken up residence between her legs. All of that seems to swell on one thick beat while Santana waits to see what Brittany will do to her.
When Brittany's quiet voice finally breaks the silence, it sends shivers up and down Santana's spine. "You've been so bad," Brittany says, sounding a little bit like it surprises her. Santana's stomach jumps, and she pants into her pillow. "You can't follow one. Simple. Command."
Santana feels Brittany grip her hips, and then she's jerked down the length of the bed. She lets out a startled little squeal, her body tensing. Then, Brittany slides a hand up one of her thighs, spreading her legs, while the other one positions her hips so that Santana is kneeling with her face pressed into the mattress. Brittany is quick and efficient. She's still reeling from being manhandled as Brittany darts around the side of the bed and swiftly nudges Santana's pillow back under her head.
Santana knows this position is meant to be humiliating. Her ass is in the air, her legs spread, her hands still bound behind her, and her face mashed into a pillow. A combination of arousal and shame has her face darkening and her breaths shivering out between her lips.
Brittany's hands smooth over Santana's backside, and Santana shifts and wiggles against them, trying to find some kind of friction for the throbbing between her legs. Her whole body flinches and jerks forward on the bed when Brittany's hand slams down on one cheek. Santana can't help the way she yelps in surprise. Now her ass is stinging and radiating heat.
"Don't. Move," Brittany hisses.
Santana gulps and tenses, trying to make herself as still as possible. Now Brittany is running her palms up and down Santana's ass, and it makes her suck in a startled breath whenever Brittany's fingers rub against the area she spanked. It hurts, but in a delicious way. Soon, Brittany begins running her fingertips up and down Santana's inner thighs, light little touches that cause Santana to shiver and whine into her pillow.
"You're so wet," Brittany breathes. The moisture is now leaking down Santana's legs.
Santana's face heats up, and she chews on her lip, trying to concentrate on staying completely still.
When Brittany slides her fingers up and down the cleft of her pussy lips, coating them in wetness, she lets out a throaty groan, and unable to help it, her pelvis rocks. Santana's whole body quivers and writhes, and she lets out mewling pants, trying desperately to thrust into Brittany's fingers.
Brittany chuckles quietly. "Santana. You haven't learned anything, have you?"
Santana isn't used to Brittany talking to her like this.
Brittany slaps her palm against Santana's ass again, making her jerk forward on the mattress. "Answer me!"
Shit! "Uhh. Um." Santana tries to remember what Brittany asked, but her mind is clouded with lust. "I'm…uh—"
Brittany spanks her again, eliciting a squeal. Santana's entire backside is on fire and throbbing.
"I'm going to have to teach you a lesson," Brittany says, sounding slightly morose at this.
Santana tenses when she feels Brittany draw away from her. She hears shuffling in the bedroom but can't place exactly where it is. She stares at her bedroom wall with wide eyes, trying not to do anything other than breathe.
After a minute, she senses, rather than hears, Brittany's return. She can't help the way her whole body shudders when Brittany places a leather belt in her mouth, then rubs her hand against Santana's butt, taunting the already sore flesh.
"Bite down and don't scream," Brittany warns, and without warning, a sharp thwap sounds in the quiet room. Santana's body jolts forward again, and she realizes that her ass is stinging once again. She stifles a squeal against the leather in her mouth, her entire body tensing.
Brittany rubs her hand over the stinging redness, and Santana thinks she hears Brittany's breath hitch. Her knees already ache from being in this position for so long, and she is warring with twin urges to both shrink away from Brittany's hand and squirm up into it. Her entire body is throbbing, in time with her pulse. She's breathing fast and hard, and every inch of her skin is on fire.
Santana has no warning the next time Brittany brings her hand down, hard, on her backside. There is barely a pause before Brittany slaps her ass twice more, in rapid succession, on each side. Pushing her face into her pillow, Santana tries not to sob. It hurts so badly, but in such a good way. Each time Brittany spanks her, she immediately rubs her hand over the stinging skin, making the heat and pain so much worse. Santana's skin is thrumming with pain, and she feels like her body is vibrating.
Santana anticipates each hit, and the muscles in her ass and thighs clench as she grits her teeth around the leather, holding back cries. She pants and whines into her pillow while Brittany's soft fingers play against her reddened, throbbing, aching flesh.
"You have to relax," Brittany murmurs before dealing four brutal blows against Santana's backside.
Thwap thwap thwap thwap.
Santana can't hold back her loud scream, letting the belt fall from her mouth. Each new lash sets off a white hot flame of pain, followed quickly by the stinging burn. She pushes her face against her pillow and lets moans and whimpers tear out of her throat, swallowed up by the pillow. Her eyes burn with unshed tears, her heart is racing, and she wants so badly to crawl away from Brittany.
She knows that's the last thing she should do. Trying to move away will just make it worse.
More powerful than the pain, however, is her unbelievable arousal. Her body is enjoying this, even if she doesn't really know why; her sex is aching and quivering, and she can feel the wetness sliding down between her legs.
Suddenly, she feels Brittany press a delicate kiss against her backside. "Good girl." She can feel Brittany's lips smile against her skin, and it makes her shudder. "You look so sexy like this, Santana," Brittany murmurs, low and throaty, genuine adoration and arousal in her tone. "I love your ass."
She grips Santana's cheeks roughly, and the feeling of fingertips digging in makes Santana's stomach clench and a low groan wrest itself from her throat. Brittany smooths her thumbs up and down, teasing over the stinging skin. Every little movement has Santana blinking away her tears and the pain, which is overwhelming.
"I want to fuck you like this," Brittany says suddenly, and it makes Santana's pussy clench. "Would you like that?"
Santana swallows thickly. "Y-yes."
"Good."
The next thing she knows, Brittany is edging her up further on the bed, just enough for Brittany to also kneel on the bed, directly behind her. Santana sucks in a breath on a hiss when she feels Brittany grind her hips against her ass, causing her muscles to jump and blinding pain to shoot through her whole body. She quivers and whines, gripping her useless hands together behind her back.
"Oh, yeah, Santana," Brittany murmurs breathily. She continues to grind herself against Santana's backside, and before long, Santana feels Brittany's pussy lips part and shift against her, leaving a wet trail.
"Ohh, Britt," Santana moans. The sensation of Brittany slowly rubbing herself against her ass, which is still so sore and tender, is both deliciously hot and ridiculously painful. She tries to stay still, she really does. But she can't help the way her hips start to jolt in an ecstasy of indecision, one moment shying away from Brittany's hips, the next pressing against her.
"Fuck!" Brittany curses, sounding angry. Santana's heart freezes in her chest when she feels Brittany's body — her firm, rippled abs and soft, perky breasts — slide against her back. Brittany draws her mouth up next to her ear. "I told you not to move."
Completely out of control, Santana writhes against her. The feeling of Brittany's body hovering over hers, the sensation of Brittany's breath against her ear and neck, the stinging of her ass, the emptiness inside her clenching pussy…it's all too much.
"Damn it." Brittany sounds pissed. Suddenly, she winds her fingers through Santana's hair and yanks, hard. Santana lets out a cry as her head cants backward awkwardly.
Brittany wraps her other arm around Santana's waist, firmly anchoring Santana's hips, then begins rocking against her again. Santana is motionless, completely helpless in this position. She can feel Brittany's clit rubbing against the welts on her ass. The skin there is slick and burning, and Brittany's erratic, frantic movements make the stinging swell and fade unrhythmically.
Santana's whole body squeezes and tugs at nothing, just one long, pulsating nerve, unable to move. Small, desperate whines burst from between her lips, pleading into the room. Brittany is grunting and moaning against her, and Santana's body can't do anything but sway and rock along with her.
"Oh, fuck," Brittany mutters, and Santana feels her fingers tighten in her hair and the arm around her waist squeeze tightly. Santana holds her breath as Brittany explodes against her, thrashing and thrusting wildly, but can't help the way she moans and tries desperately to grind back against Brittany, searching for friction.
It seems like Brittany's orgasm lasts a decade. It is drawn out and sloppy, and Santana's ass burns and stings from the feeling of Brittany's fluids against her, as well as the slick flesh sliding and shuddering against her. Brittany finally slumps against her, her breaths uneven and ragged.
Santana's heart is pounding. Her backside is on fire, and the area between her legs is throbbing and begging for release.
"Mmm," Brittany breathes after a moment. She shifts, and Santana's head falls back onto her pillow. "That was so hot," Brittany mutters against Santana's spine, and then Santana is arching and crying out as Brittany's tongue slides down her back. "I love fucking your ass," Brittany says, her breath hitting the small of Santana's back.
Santana is going wild. She can't help it; her hips are thrusting wildly against Brittany, and the closer Brittany's mouth gets, the more uncontrollable she becomes. The aching between her legs is now worse than the stinging of her ass.
Brittany chuckles. "Poor baby." Her lips move over the stinging skin of Santana's backside, causing the brunette to groan and roll her hips. Santana writhes and squirms when she feels Brittany's tongue lick one of her reddened cheeks.
Slowly, Brittany reaches between her legs and uses two fingers to part her soaked pussy lips. The blonde gently places a fingertip against Santana's clit, then just holds it there.
It is agonizing. Santana thrusts her hips and grinds into Brittany, begging for some kind of friction. Her chest is erupting in desperate sobs and whines, her bound hands opening and closing around nothing.
"Shh, Santana," Brittany teases lightly, pulling her finger away each time Santana tries to grind down. She begins kissing the back of Santana's thighs, and Santana can feel Brittany's breath against her sex.
"Oh, my God, Britt!" Santana moans.
"What, baby?" Brittany asks. Her lips are still between Santana's legs, planting soft, teasing kisses against Santana's skin.
"Britt! Fuck me!" Santana whines into her pillow, shaking.
"Say please." Brittany's tone is light and playful. She is thoroughly enjoying this. Seeing Santana trussed and helpless, basically fucking the air in desperation — it all turns her on.
"Please," Santana groans. "God, please."
Brittany smirks, then presses down a little harder on Santana's clit. "Beg me for it."
Santana groans, her stomach clutching wildly. "Brittany, please." She swallows, and it tastes a bit like shame. "Please, Britt. Please. I want you so bad. I need you. Fuck."
Brittany smiles devilishly and, without warning, slams two fingers into Santana's quaking hole. Santana muffles a scream against her pillow.
Brittany's mouth opens around Santana's sex, sucking first one of the lips into her mouth, and then the other. Her fingers work in and out of Santana gently, with an uneven rhythm. It works Santana into a frenzy, trying to pound against Brittany's finger and face.
"More, Britt. God." Santana's tone is haggard and desperate.
"That didn't sound like you were asking for something, Santana." Brittany lifts her face away from Santana's sex, and Santana gives a little cry of protest. "It sounded like you were demanding something."
Fuck! Shit! Santana curses herself, then swallows a shaky breath. "I'm sorry." Her face burns. "Please, Britt. Please fuck me harder. I can't stand it. Please."
"That's better." Brittany smiles, then thrusts a third finger into Santana. Santana's insides suck and clench around her fingers, and she works them faster and faster into Santana, jolting in and out. She watches Santana's body flex and squirm against her, her hips swaying and slamming back into her.
Brittany leans back down and swirls her tongue against Santana's clit, and she smiles at the way Santana's insides tighten almost painfully around her fingers. She continues to pump her fingers in and out of Santana steadily, while her tongue licks rapidly at Santana's clit.
Santana has stopped breathing. Perhaps her body doesn't know how to experience so much all at once. Her orgasm builds so rapidly and so fiercely that she can't help the scream that wrenches itself from her as her body finally, finally reaches that peak. It shudders and tightens, and goes rigid against Brittany. Then, Santana is shaking and writhing and squirming desperately, riding out the waves of her orgasm while Brittany sucks and licks and pounds into her. "Fuck!" Santana screams, clenching and pulsing so hard she swears she blacks out for a few seconds.
After what feels like an eternity, her muscles turn to liquid, and she slides bonelessly against the mattress.
Brittany isn't quick to pull away. She keeps her fingers inside of Santana, feeling the way her walls quiver and tremble, and the way liquid heat seeps from around them. Her tongue continues to lap against Santana, making her groan and twitch and try to nudge Brittany's head away with her knee.
Slowly, she pulls her fingers out, only to replace them with her tongue. She licks and sucks around Santana's hole, and soon, the other girl is tensing and crying out and thrashing again as Brittany's tongue darts in and out of her, drawing out a quick and intense orgasm that borders on almost painful.
"Oh my God!" Santana is actually dizzy. Her abs hurt from clenching so powerfully. "Brittany," she whines and wiggles, trying to get away from the blonde's relentless tongue.
Brittany smiles and presses a kiss against Santana's inner thigh.
The Latina lets out a relieved sigh when Brittany crawls into bed beside her, then a grateful groan when she feels her arms suddenly freed. She rolls over and faces Brittany, who is looking at her with an expression that is a mix between mischievous and triumphant.
Santana scowls at her. "That wasn't fair, Britt. You totally sneak attacked me."
Brittany just hums and shrugs, her lips splitting into a huge grin. Santana's scowl melts when Brittany shifts against the blankets and nuzzles into her, pressing her head beneath Santana's chin and wrapping her arms around Santana's waist.
Santana rolls her eyes at herself. She is so whipped. "You're lucky you're cute."
Brittany lets out a muffled laugh against Santana's chest. "I love you."
Santana smiles and kisses Brittany's forehead. "I love you too."