Tell Wind and Fire Where to Stop (4/15)
Title: Tell Wind and Fire Where to Stop
Author: alionforalamb
Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2600
Summary: Mistress Christine educates Quinn on submission.
Author's Note: Smut. Bondage. Discovery. Also, disclaimer. I don't really know a ton about BDSM or D/s, and I am fairly certain this does not paint an accurate portrait of what happens during a session with a pro-domme. I tried to incorporate elements, obviously, but the idea is that Rachel kind of screws up.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my mistakes.
Previous Chapters: Part One Part Two Part Three
Two weeks later, and Quinn wanted to swallow herself into the earth and disappear. She was paranoid that someone would realize what she was up to and humiliate her, or that she would have to admit to herself that she didn't have the fortitude to follow through with her actions. Quinn felt like the hallway outside her bedroom would have a rut in it if she kept pacing like she had for the past fourteen days. Now it was Monday and she needed to leave the office in about twenty minutes if she wanted to get to the Algonquin in time to mill around, change in the bathroom, and get to the room by three.
She quickly called Kurt. "Whoever decided nerves should be known as butterflies in your stomach was clearly deranged! I have wild buffalo running through my body, Kurt, and this is all your fault."
The man winced. "Quinn, honey, you were the one who wanted this. It won't be that bad. If you decide you don't want to go through with it, then just give Mistress Stick-up-her-ass a call."
"I can't just not go through with it! I'm Quinn Fabray, and I refuse to back down from any challenge. Even this one!" Quinn got flustered, hung up the phone, and stormed out of her office and out of the building.
A vibration on her thigh jolted her from her daze. She pulled out her phone and saw that Christine had sent her the number of the room. Quinn swallowed. When the cab dropped her off in front of the doors of the hotel, she took a while to get out of the seat. She shoved a twenty at the driver and told him to keep the change. Once the taxi sped off, she slowly walked through the doors, trying to take calming breaths.
She turned around once, to look back out on the street, resisting the urge to run back out and away, and saw a familiar face. Across the street on a display poster was Rachel Berry's face. Quinn sighed. Rachel was probably the last person she wanted to see right now, and while it was just a picture, she still felt like her past was following her. It reminded her of Lima and seemed like a juxtaposition of her old life with what she was currently. Of course, Rachel had become a sensation, proving herself right and McKinley High wrong. It wasn't as if Quinn had been any better, but she felt she always knew the short singer would make a name for herself. Quinn imagined Rachel would gloat to see Quinn now, slinking around in a hotel to pay for some woman she didn't know to quell her sexual frustration. Shaking her head, the blond spun around and marched into the bathrooms to change. She wouldn't let anyone stop her at this point.
Quinn pulled the veil down from her hat's brim over her chin. She had changed into an outfit that seemed like it was more appropriate for a funeral or a movie star. Either way, it was more theatrical than Quinn was entirely comfortable with, but it hid her face and didn't stand out as much as a mask might. She strode out of the bathrooms and to the elevator, and slowly ascended, bracing herself when the doors slid open, hoping no one would see her or be on the other side. Quinn followed the numbered signs until she arrived in front of the appropriate door.
She lifted up her hand to knock and paused, nearly paralyzed by her own fear. Quinn didn't realize quite how nervous she was before, and it was making itself painfully clear now. She took a few deep breaths, and told herself to get over it. Quinn needed to do this for herself, at least just once. Tilting the brim of her hat further down, she rapped her knuckles smartly on the door.
The door slowly opened on a petite woman. "Come in. We have a few things we'll have to discuss before we get started." Quinn kept her eyes on the floor and walked into the suite. The other woman shut the door behind her. "Sit." Christine gestured at a chair. "Now, what was it you were hoping to do today?"
Quinn looked up at her, suddenly realizing she hadn't even thought about what would happen now. The domme was wearing black thigh-high boots that had black ribbons crisscrossing up the front as ties, a scandalously short black skirt, a red bustier under a black velvet jacket, and a 3/4 mask. It looked like the one on posters for the Phantom of the Opera, after Quinn thought about it. Christine's hair was dark brown and tied up with a strip of velvet, and Quinn couldn't help but notice how stunning the woman's body was, but she couldn't really tell what her face looked like, other than her lips, which were full and pouty. Quinn swallowed. "I..well, I. I was hoping you'd have some ideas?"
The other woman laughed musically. "I have ideas. I just want to know which ideas you want me to use on you." Quinn blushed.
"I, well, I suppose I thought I wanted to be tied up, but we can do something else too." Quinn was grasping at straws. She really hadn't thought about what she wanted to happen.
Rachel's eyes flicked up and down over her new patron, assessing what she had to work with. The taller woman was wearing a well-tailored black suit with a black hat and veil. It was mildly macabre, but certainly concealed her face. Rachel frowned under her mask. It was much harder to examine someone when she couldn't see their eyes. All she could really tell was that the woman was in good shape and had long blond hair, though it was in a twist. "Well, this will be easier if I could see your face. I need to know how you react to the things I say... and I will say some very interesting things." Rachel frowned when the other woman didn't immediately comply. "Take your hat off, please. I'll let you off with a warning, but know that if you don't do what I tell you immediately, you will be punished for it later."
Slowly the other woman removed the hat, and set it on the floor, twisting away for a moment to place it by her purse. When she turned back around to face Rachel, the singer nearly gasped. It couldn't be. "What's your name?" Rachel panicked. If the woman was who she thought she was, she had no idea what she would do. She couldn't just back out now, it would make no sense. Maybe she was wrong though, it had been ten years.
"Uhm, Quinn." Hazel eyes looked up at her face, which fortunately was obstructed by the mask.
"Well, Quinn, we have to set up a few ground rules. First, if I do something that goes too far or makes you feel overly uncomfortable, your safe word will be 'masquerade'. Repeat that for me." Rachel grimaced. This was going to be difficult.
"Masquerade?" The blond looked at her curiously.
"Yes. Now, the next time you say that I will immediately stop whatever it was I was doing, and will not continue with the session until we discuss what I have done that has caused you to feel you needed to use a safe word." Rachel swallowed. What was Quinn Fabray doing here? With her? Also, how did Santana not realize what was going on? The brunette's mind swirled with questions, but she needed to focus so that she could get through this. "Now, before I begin, are there any boundaries which you would like to set or queries you wish to voice?" The last she had heard, Quinn had taken over Berkshire Hathaway and was busy with finances. A few ideas clicked into place. Quinn clearly had to maintain control over herself and others during the day, just as she had in high school. In this setting, she could relinquish total control to someone else. Rachel smiled. It was almost the exact opposite of her. When Rachel was at work, she had to listen to the director told her at all times, always under someone else's control, but she knew her normally bossy persona needed a release. Maybe Quinn didn't realize she wasn't actually someone who enjoyed being in command.
"I, well, I don't really like pain, per se, but I suppose my boundary there would be actual harm, and I guess bodily fluids- blood, spit, uh...urine, are outside of my comfort zone as well." Quinn looked up at her, seemingly trying to seek approval.
"I see. You want an experience that's more psychological, perhaps? Nod yes or no." Rachel would do this and then high-tail it out of here. The idea of doing this for someone she'd known in high school was bizarre and probably affected her performance.
There was a nod from the other woman.
"You will do what I say and either respond with 'Yes, Christine, or No, Christine, if I ask you a question. Does this make sense?" Rachel fixed her target with a imperious stare.
"Yes."
"Yes, who? That's one." Rachel smirked. So many people got that first one wrong, it was amusing.
"Yes, Christine." There was a fine red blush spreading across the woman's pale cheeks. Her eyes dropped a little. Rachel grinned. She was already relinquishing her control to Christine.
"Take off your clothing."
"Yes, Christine." Quinn removed her jacket and blouse first, revealing a marvelously toned stomach and a black lace bra. Rachel sighed minutely. Quinn was still gorgeous. The hazel eyes looked at her shyly, trying to determine if her command meant all the layers. Rachel waited to see what she would decide.
Quinn removed the skirt, now clad only in matching panties and bra. Hazel eyes shot around the room, presumably trying to find the solution to her nervous reluctance. Eventually, she reached behind her and unhooked the clasp to her bra, pulling it off, then sliding off her panties and putting them in a pile with her other clothing. Finally Quinn looked back at Rachel, waiting for her next orders.
"I'm going to give you a blindfold, now, and you're going to tie it yourself." Rachel handed Quinn a black silk blindfold. The blond did as she was told. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you respond."
"Yes, Christine." Quinn's head turned towards hers, her sight now obstructed. Her cheeks were more flushed now.
"Good. I'm going to handcuff you to the bed, and we'll continue from there." Rachel, now able to look at Quinn without disguising her reactions, scanned the blond's body. She was already mildly aroused, and Rachel smirked, until she realized that the sight of Quinn under her control and aroused by it was beginning to turn her on as well. She didn't want to react to Quinn.
"Yes, Christine." Quinn let Rachel direct her to the bed, and Rachel cuffed her to the headboard. As she retreated, she stopped to whisper in the blond's ear.
"Let's see how you like being teased, shall we?" Her voice was husky and she purred the word teased low and soft.
"Yes, Christine." The blond's voice was breathier, and Rachel noted a twitch rippled its way along her naked torso.
Rachel walked over to her bag and pulled out a crop with feather tress. "Also, Quinn, you're not allowed to make any sound. Will being quiet be a problem for you?"
"No, Christine." The blond shifted, trying to prepare herself for the unknown. Rachel brought the feather onto Quinn's cheek, gently brushing it along her cheekbone. Slowly, she trailed it down Quinn's neck, in between her breasts, and down to her hip bones, which she traced.
Quinn's breathing was getting more labored, and Rachel noted with pleasure that Quinn was struggling to not make noise. "That's good, Quinn, you're being a very good girl." Rachel flicked the end of the feather against the blond's clit and observed the jerking reaction. Quinn was now wet, and the scent of her arousal was getting to Rachel's head. She walked closer to the woman and trailed a solitary finger along her upper thigh and ghosted her fingertip at the very tip of Quinn's swollen nub. Rachel heard a gasp. "I guess you just need something to keep you quiet, don't you?"
"Yes, Christine." The 'Christine' came out as a long moan, and Rachel struggled to keep herself composed. Quinn was a extremely attractive woman.
Before she could stop herself, Rachel had removed her panties and walked over to just by Quinn's face. "You're going to pleasure me." Rachel growled, and she got on the bed to straddle Quinn. "Orally."
"Yes, Christine!" The blond was nodding, punctuating her consent. Rachel lowered herself onto Quinn, bemoaning her lack of self-control, then biting her lip as the blond began to diligently suck on her clit. Quinn's tongue entered her and Rachel felt like she was seeing stars. The tension was slowly building in her lower back and she was losing the feeling in her legs as all of her blood rushed into her groin.
"Bite me!" Rachel cried, and Quinn lightly bit down on the brunette's clit, causing a deep groan to emit from the singer's mouth. Quinn's tongue swirled tight circles around the bud, and Rachel felt herself fall over the edge when the former head cheerio sucked tightly as she nipped gently. "Good. Very good, Quinn."
Rachel quickly climbed off the blond and blushed at the sight of her arousal on Quinn's cheeks, and her now dripping sex. "Did that excite you, Quinn?"
"Yes, Christine." Quinn's voice was deep and throaty.
"Do you want me to pleasure you?" Rachel breathed the words out.
"Yes, Christine." The response was immediate and strained. Rachel had completely gone off-track. She wasn't supposed to be doing this, but she wanted to touch Quinn, smell her arousal. She wanted to know what Quinn tasted like.
Rachel drew closer and groaned imperceptibly as Quinn's wetness increased just from feeling her approach. The singer teased the blond's clit with her fingers, sliding up and down her slit, coating her digits in Quinn's arousal. She slowly slid two fingers in, reveling in the feeling of hot wetness. "You may make noise, Quinn."
"Yes, Christine." The blond moaned her name, shifting her hips up to meet Rachel's hand. Rachel curled her fingers towards her and leaned in, absorbing the scent and reeling. She fluttered the tip of her tongue on the blond's clit and was rewarded with a deep moan of pleasure. Slowly, as she pumped her fingers in, curling them every time, she sucked on the blond's clit. Every stroke brought the squirming woman closer to release, and Rachel paused. The blond squirmed, trying to regain contact.
"You're going to wait, Quinn." Rachel drew back and watched the blond struggle to remain still, no longer caring that she hadn't responded. After three minutes had agonizingly ticked by, Rachel returned her fingers, pumping hard, and pulled Quinn's clit with her teeth, then sucking it as she let her tongue purr against it. The blond's moans got louder and louder, and Rachel could feel how close she was. Stopping all contact, she drew back, and quickly put her lips right next to Quinn's ear. "Come for me, Quinn. Come for me now."
"YES, Christine!" The blond shook as she orgasmed, hips twitching. Rachel observed her work and smirked. Quinn was now limp on the bed. Rachel undid her cuffs and untied the blindfold. They were done.
When Rachel left, she felt a pang of guilt. She really shouldn't have done what she had. It wasn't professional, and she couldn't let Quinn see her again. It would cause too many problems. As she'd closed the door, she'd turned around to the look at the blond, who was getting dressed. Hazel eyes met hers, and the last thing she heard was a soft "Christine?" before the latch clicked.