Fic: Long Weekend (3/3)
Title: Long Weekend
Author: cranberry_pi
Rating: NC-17 for sex.
Spoilers: Nope.
Summary: All good things...
WARNINGS: Non-Consensual (Roleplay), Rough Sex, Humiliation
Rachel left her in the kitchen for nearly a half hour to finish lapping her shake from the bowl, returning with the day’s paper. She beckoned for Quinn, who crawled over to the table where Rachel unlocked her hands. “Down,” she gestured, and Quinn settled in on her hands and knees to await further instructions. There weren’t any forthcoming, though, as Rachel simply settled back on one of the kitchen chairs and propped her feet up on Quinn’s back to read the paper.
For the first half hour, it wasn’t too bad. And then her knee started to ache, a decade-old reminder of a skiing accident in the Rockies. She shifted her weight to her other leg, which started to tremble. Her hand slipped, and she had to quickly right herself. At the table, Rachel sighed theatrically and threw the paper down.
“Fine,” she rolled her eyes. “Fabray, get up.” Quinn did as she was told. “Put this on,” Rachel dug in the pocket of her pants and emerged with a folded-up sports bra, throwing it lazily at her captive.
Quinn looked at it, confused, but put it on without asking the obvious question. Rachel nodded approvingly. “Good. Time for your mandatory exercise. Personally, if it was up to me I’d just leave you restrained in your cell all day, but the judges don’t like that - something about how even people like you have rights. So, we’re going to start with jumping jacks. I trust even a poorly educated degenerate like you remembers how to do a jumping jack?”
Quinn nodded.
“Good. Now, since there’s no rule that says I can’t give you a bit of encouragement for my own edification,” she vanished into the bedroom, emerging with a thick leather flogger. Quinn’s eyes widened. “We’ll start with fifteen. Every time I need to correct your form, we’ll start over. Clear?”
“Yes, Officer.” Quinn nodded. She summoned up her elementary school phys-ed memories and did one. It was immediately met with a sharp crack and a stinging pain across her ass. She winced, but managed to keep from crying out.
“Pathetic. Feet shoulder-width apart.”
By the time Rachel had seen her do fifteen she was happy with, Quinn estimated she’d done fifty or sixty, and she was perspiring heavily, her ass glowing a dull red from the punishment for her incorrect attempts. She stood, feeling beads of sweat run down the small of her back as Rachel stared intractably at her.
“Very good,” she reached out and traced a finger down the strap of her grey sports bra. Quinn’s nipples stiffened at her touch and Rachel nabbed one through the material, rolling it between her fingers. Quinn moaned helplessly, her knees buckling the tiniest bit. Rachel raised a sculptured eyebrow, taking the other nipple and gently squeezing, laughing a low, smoky chuckle as Quinn leaned into her touch.
“Aww, does my little slut like that?”
“Yessss,” Quinn hissed, her hand wandering to her sex to be met by the same unyielding steel that had been there all morning. Rachel’s touch disappeared, and she sighed disappointedly. Suddenly, forceful hands pulled her bra up and off before wrapping it tightly over her eyes and knotting it behind her head.
“Well, then,” the voice in her ear surprised her, sending a bolt of heat straight down to her center, “if you can find me, maybe I’ll give you a bit more. I’ll even make it easy - I won’t leave the kitchen. I’ll give you two minutes.” With that, Quinn heard the sound of her bare feet padding across the kitchen floor. She listened, trying to pinpoint the direction she’d gone, and began to take small steps that way. She was as good as blind, of course, so she kept her hands in front of her, trying not to walk into the fridge or something. At least twice, she felt the air move near her as Rachel danced out of her way, and she despaired of finding her in time - but then Rachel began to taunt her with thirty seconds left and she shot an arm out that made contact with a breast, and she nearly danced with happiness.
Rachel pulled her wordlessly down the hall and pushed her backward, toppling her onto the bed. Quinn lay there, the cool air raising goosebumps up and down her arms, until she felt Rachel’s mouth latch onto her nipple. Only her best efforts at self-restraint kept her from grabbing Rachel’s head with both hands and keeping it where it was. Instead she tangled her hands in the blankets, her back bowing as she murmured wordless encouragements. Rachel switched her attentions to the other breast, her warm tongue circling the rock-hard peak as Quinn begged her for more.
Rachel, of course, didn’t do quite enough to get her off, stopping when she heard the telltale hitch in Quinn’s breathing and clambering up on the bed to straddle her face. Quinn inhaled the scent of her, smiling as she lowered herself into range of her searching tongue.
Quinn didn’t need to be told what to do - her tongue probed deeply into the folds of Rachel’s sex, tasting her arousal. She raised a hand, waiting for Rachel to push it back down - but she didn’t, and so Quinn moved her mouth to Rachel’s clit, replacing her tongue with two, then three fingers, adding a fourth when Rachel cried “fuck - more!” With her fingers buried deeply inside, Quinn gave her clit a nip with her teeth, and was rewarded with a scream and a rush of come down her wrist. She began to thrust again, hard, and managed to coax a second orgasm out of her before Rachel’s hand gripped her wrist.
“Enough,” she gasped. She repositioned herself on the bed to lean down and whisper in Quinn’s ear. “Hands and knees.”
Quinn hurried to comply. “Good - you’re getting better at following instructions. That’ll make your sentence a lot easier.” The bedsprings creaked under her, but with Quinn still effectively blinded she didn’t realise what Rachel had in mind until she felt warm breath through the damnable chastity belt. Her pussy throbbed at the feeling, and she cried out.
“Poor Quinnie,” Rachel’s mouth was still close enough that Quinn could feel her breath. “All locked away, can’t have any fun at all. I’m going to petition the judge to get this locked on you forever, I think. I like those little noises you make when you want to be touching yourself. And I really enjoy the look on your face every time your fingers hit that steel plate. What do you think? Are you ready to have that little slit of yours taken away forever?”
Quinn hesitated, trying to discern the answer Rachel was looking for. Finally she decided to go with honesty. “No, Officer Berry.”
“No? But isn’t this easier? No more satisfying those urges, the ones that got you in trouble in the first place? Nothing to do but satisfy others?”
“No,” she shook her head. “I don’t want that.”
“Because you’re a little slut? Tell me - is it because you just can’t live without having something stuck in that cunt? Is that why?”
“Yes,” Quinn was long past blushing, lost in the game and a haze of desire. “Because I need you to fuck me, Officer Berry. I need your fingers in my pussy, I need you to fuck me long and hard and fast until I just can’t take any more, until I just come and come, my tight pussy clenching hard around your fingers, my come dripping down your hand. God, I need you to fuck me, I’ll do anything if you just fuck me, I’ll be your little slut forever, I’ll wear this belt for as long as you want afterward, just please fuck me.”
There was a long silence, and Quinn almost grinned as she realised that she’d taken Rachel by surprise. The breath on her thighs was coming in short gasps, and Rachel was obviously struggling to regain control of herself. Finally she felt teeth nip at her thigh, and she gasped.
“You really are a wanton little whore, aren’t you? But if you want to get fucked that badly, far be it from me to deny you. Down,” Quinn heard the bed creak again, and felt a hand on the back of her head. She leaned down, ass in the air. Rachel’s weight disappeared from the bed, and returned just as suddenly. Quinn jumped as a solitary finger traced a path between her legs, coming to a rest against her puckered rear hole. The finger circled it briefly, collecting sweat from her skin, and finally pushed inside. Quinn gasped.
“I love your ass,” Officer Berry’s stern tones melded with a note of admiration that was purely Rachel. “It’s almost unfair that a little slut like you should have such a nice ass.” Quinn felt a second finger push into her, groaning loudly as her entrance stretched to accommodate it. “Quiet,” Rachel commanded, and Quinn bit her lip. The fingers probed, thrusting slowly back and forth, and as they settled into a slow rhythm Quinn rocked back and forth with them. She trembled, anticipating her orgasm - and then, predictably, the fingers vanished.
“Don’t move,” Rachel cautioned her. She didn’t, despite her aching need, and was rewarded when something firm pressed against her asshole. It was pushed slowly into her, and she nearly wept at how good it felt. And then Rachel began to thrust it into her, hard, and she cried out.
“Make another sound before you come, Fabray, and I’ll stop. Understand?”
Quinn nodded, taking a firm grasp of the sheet and putting her face in her pillow. It didn’t take long - the intruder began to vibrate inside of her, and she climaxed with a muffled scream. Rachel didn’t stop, though, only increased the pace of her thrusts, and Quinn was rocked by a much more powerful second orgasm. When Rachel withdrew the toy, she collapsed bonelessly to the bed.
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Rachel turned her over and spooned her from behind, whispering in her ear.
“Baby, could we - this has been a great deal of fun, but - and I apologise for my poor time management - apparently it didn’t take nearly as long as I thought it would to get through all of my plans for the weekend, and,” she hesitated. Quinn couldn’t see her, but she reached blindly behind her to put a hand on her cheek.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“As much as I’m enjoying seeing you suffer - and I am, because you’re fucking gorgeous when you’re suffering,” she nipped playfully at Quinn’s neck, “I’d really like it if we could make love now. No more Officer Berry, just Quinn and Rachel. Would that be okay?”
“Of course it would,” Quinn assured her, reaching for her blindfold. Rachel stilled her hand.
“Not yet,” she murmured. “I’ve got a couple of things to get ready first, okay?”
“Just for a second? I need to say something, and I really want to be looking at you.” Rachel pulled it up from her eyes, and she blinked in the sudden light. “Rachel - babe, thank you. Thank you so much for this - I’m sorry that I ever hid it from you, I just -“ she sighed. “I have a hard time asking for things in the bedroom anyway, you know that, and this - I just didn’t want you to think I was sick or something. I know it’s not - traditional, I guess.”
Rachel stroked her cheek. “As long as you’re not actually out on the street looking to get gang-raped, Quinn, there’s nothing wrong with a fantasy. I do know you have a hard time asking, but I hope you’ve learned now that if you just talk to me about what you want, I can make it happen for you. You name it, sweetie - anything in the world, it’s yours. I’ll never judge you, I’ll never look down on you, I’ll just do everything I can to fulfill all of your wants and needs, okay?”
“Right back at you,” Quinn smiled, blinking back tears. They shared a long, searing kiss, broken when Rachel leaned back and pulled the bra back down over her eyes. “Wait right there, okay?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Quinn promised with a smile. She laid there, listening as Rachel left and re-entered the bedroom, hearing the clatter as she opened drawers, and other sounds she couldn’t quite identify. Finally, her eyes were uncovered, and she looked around the bedroom. It was blanketed with candles, all of them flickering in the dim light. There was a bouquet of roses on the bedside table, and she momentarily wondered where that had been hidden before deciding it didn’t really matter.
“Rach,” she whispered. “It’s beautiful, baby.”
Rachel didn’t answer, just climbed atop her and began to kiss her fiercely. Their tongues duelled, and Quinn could feel her heart thumping against her rib cage as Rachel’s hands wandered to her breasts, squeezing them softly and palming her nipples. Her moan was lost in Rachel’s mouth, and she slid her fingers down Rachel’s sides, making her jump. She leaned back, her hands wandering to Quinn’s waist, and pulling gently at the locks on her belt.
“Aww,” Rachel pouted, “that’s really too bad,” she danced her fingers up Quinn’s thighs, tracing the edge of the crotch plate and smiling as she shivered. “If only there was someone who had a key.” She reached out and grabbed a brass key from the table, scratching it down Quinn’s chest and scraping it across the belt. Quinn shivered.
“What do you think you could do to convince me to open those locks, do you think?”
“Why don’t you roll over,” Quinn said huskily, “and I’ll show you?”
Quinn flipped Rachel backwards, climbing atop her with a wicked smile. She slid her thigh between Rachel’s legs, bumping against her dripping sex as she leaned in for a kiss. Rachel started to grind against her leg, growling low in her throat as Quinn nibbled gently at her pulse point, leaving a visible mark on her. After only a few seconds of grinding, Rachel came with a soft cry. She looked up at Quinn through hooded eyes.
“Is that all?”
“Not even close.” Quinn wriggled down Rachel’s body, their sweat-slicked skin rubbing together, until her head was between her lover’s legs. She nudged her legs apart, unconsciously licking her lips at the sight of a glistening sex, the thick and musky scent of arousal. She trailed her tongue slowly, painfully slowly, up and down Rachel’s lips, only able to keep the slow pace with a tremendous effort. She wasn’t surprised, nor did she resist, when Rachel’s hand found her head and forced her in closer. Instead she plunged her tongue deep into the slick folds, revelling in the taste of Rachel’s juices on her tongue. She nudged her clit, jutting proudly from its hood, with her nose and grinned when Rachel cried out. She continued to probe with her tongue, humming, and coaxed Rachel through two orgasms before the hand dropped away from her head. She looked up at her love, her life, who gave her a sated grin.
“Well, I think that might warrant unlocking you,” she patted the bed next to her, and Quinn lay down on her back. Rachel straddled her, tracing the small key down her chest. It circled her breasts, her stomach, traced the line of the belt on her waist.
“Fuck,” Quinn gasped, feeling her arousal drip down her thighs. “Rach, oh god, oh please, please, don’t tease me anymore, I can’t, I’m going to fucking explode.”
Rachel just grinned, slowly inserting the key into the lock with all the reverence of a lover. She turned it slowly, and the crotch plate fell open. Quinn cried out at the feeling of the room’s warm air on her sopping sex, her back arching. “Aww,” Rachel teased. “It looks like you want it really bad, Quinn.”
Quinn couldn’t formulate an answer, only moaning “RachRachRachRachRach,” in a low voice. Rachel did as Quinn had begged, and didn’t tease her anymore. She slowly worked three fingers knuckle-deep into her, and Quinn shrieked with ecstasy. She came almost instantly, but Rachel didn’t stop there. She added a fourth finger, driving them hard into Quinn. The world burned white around her, and she had no idea how many orgasms she’d had when she finally came back to herself, just that she felt sore and sated and loved all at once. It was then she noticed that Rachel was re-locking the belt.
“What are you doing?” she protested weakly.
“It’s only Saturday, Quinn, I think you should convince me a few more times this weekend.”
“You really are evil,” Quinn chuckled. “Want to cuddle for a while?”
Rachel grabbed a fluffy blanket from a nearby chair, pulling it over them. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Author: cranberry_pi
Rating: NC-17 for sex.
Spoilers: Nope.
Summary: All good things...
WARNINGS: Non-Consensual (Roleplay), Rough Sex, Humiliation
Rachel left her in the kitchen for nearly a half hour to finish lapping her shake from the bowl, returning with the day’s paper. She beckoned for Quinn, who crawled over to the table where Rachel unlocked her hands. “Down,” she gestured, and Quinn settled in on her hands and knees to await further instructions. There weren’t any forthcoming, though, as Rachel simply settled back on one of the kitchen chairs and propped her feet up on Quinn’s back to read the paper.
For the first half hour, it wasn’t too bad. And then her knee started to ache, a decade-old reminder of a skiing accident in the Rockies. She shifted her weight to her other leg, which started to tremble. Her hand slipped, and she had to quickly right herself. At the table, Rachel sighed theatrically and threw the paper down.
“Fine,” she rolled her eyes. “Fabray, get up.” Quinn did as she was told. “Put this on,” Rachel dug in the pocket of her pants and emerged with a folded-up sports bra, throwing it lazily at her captive.
Quinn looked at it, confused, but put it on without asking the obvious question. Rachel nodded approvingly. “Good. Time for your mandatory exercise. Personally, if it was up to me I’d just leave you restrained in your cell all day, but the judges don’t like that - something about how even people like you have rights. So, we’re going to start with jumping jacks. I trust even a poorly educated degenerate like you remembers how to do a jumping jack?”
Quinn nodded.
“Good. Now, since there’s no rule that says I can’t give you a bit of encouragement for my own edification,” she vanished into the bedroom, emerging with a thick leather flogger. Quinn’s eyes widened. “We’ll start with fifteen. Every time I need to correct your form, we’ll start over. Clear?”
“Yes, Officer.” Quinn nodded. She summoned up her elementary school phys-ed memories and did one. It was immediately met with a sharp crack and a stinging pain across her ass. She winced, but managed to keep from crying out.
“Pathetic. Feet shoulder-width apart.”
By the time Rachel had seen her do fifteen she was happy with, Quinn estimated she’d done fifty or sixty, and she was perspiring heavily, her ass glowing a dull red from the punishment for her incorrect attempts. She stood, feeling beads of sweat run down the small of her back as Rachel stared intractably at her.
“Very good,” she reached out and traced a finger down the strap of her grey sports bra. Quinn’s nipples stiffened at her touch and Rachel nabbed one through the material, rolling it between her fingers. Quinn moaned helplessly, her knees buckling the tiniest bit. Rachel raised a sculptured eyebrow, taking the other nipple and gently squeezing, laughing a low, smoky chuckle as Quinn leaned into her touch.
“Aww, does my little slut like that?”
“Yessss,” Quinn hissed, her hand wandering to her sex to be met by the same unyielding steel that had been there all morning. Rachel’s touch disappeared, and she sighed disappointedly. Suddenly, forceful hands pulled her bra up and off before wrapping it tightly over her eyes and knotting it behind her head.
“Well, then,” the voice in her ear surprised her, sending a bolt of heat straight down to her center, “if you can find me, maybe I’ll give you a bit more. I’ll even make it easy - I won’t leave the kitchen. I’ll give you two minutes.” With that, Quinn heard the sound of her bare feet padding across the kitchen floor. She listened, trying to pinpoint the direction she’d gone, and began to take small steps that way. She was as good as blind, of course, so she kept her hands in front of her, trying not to walk into the fridge or something. At least twice, she felt the air move near her as Rachel danced out of her way, and she despaired of finding her in time - but then Rachel began to taunt her with thirty seconds left and she shot an arm out that made contact with a breast, and she nearly danced with happiness.
Rachel pulled her wordlessly down the hall and pushed her backward, toppling her onto the bed. Quinn lay there, the cool air raising goosebumps up and down her arms, until she felt Rachel’s mouth latch onto her nipple. Only her best efforts at self-restraint kept her from grabbing Rachel’s head with both hands and keeping it where it was. Instead she tangled her hands in the blankets, her back bowing as she murmured wordless encouragements. Rachel switched her attentions to the other breast, her warm tongue circling the rock-hard peak as Quinn begged her for more.
Rachel, of course, didn’t do quite enough to get her off, stopping when she heard the telltale hitch in Quinn’s breathing and clambering up on the bed to straddle her face. Quinn inhaled the scent of her, smiling as she lowered herself into range of her searching tongue.
Quinn didn’t need to be told what to do - her tongue probed deeply into the folds of Rachel’s sex, tasting her arousal. She raised a hand, waiting for Rachel to push it back down - but she didn’t, and so Quinn moved her mouth to Rachel’s clit, replacing her tongue with two, then three fingers, adding a fourth when Rachel cried “fuck - more!” With her fingers buried deeply inside, Quinn gave her clit a nip with her teeth, and was rewarded with a scream and a rush of come down her wrist. She began to thrust again, hard, and managed to coax a second orgasm out of her before Rachel’s hand gripped her wrist.
“Enough,” she gasped. She repositioned herself on the bed to lean down and whisper in Quinn’s ear. “Hands and knees.”
Quinn hurried to comply. “Good - you’re getting better at following instructions. That’ll make your sentence a lot easier.” The bedsprings creaked under her, but with Quinn still effectively blinded she didn’t realise what Rachel had in mind until she felt warm breath through the damnable chastity belt. Her pussy throbbed at the feeling, and she cried out.
“Poor Quinnie,” Rachel’s mouth was still close enough that Quinn could feel her breath. “All locked away, can’t have any fun at all. I’m going to petition the judge to get this locked on you forever, I think. I like those little noises you make when you want to be touching yourself. And I really enjoy the look on your face every time your fingers hit that steel plate. What do you think? Are you ready to have that little slit of yours taken away forever?”
Quinn hesitated, trying to discern the answer Rachel was looking for. Finally she decided to go with honesty. “No, Officer Berry.”
“No? But isn’t this easier? No more satisfying those urges, the ones that got you in trouble in the first place? Nothing to do but satisfy others?”
“No,” she shook her head. “I don’t want that.”
“Because you’re a little slut? Tell me - is it because you just can’t live without having something stuck in that cunt? Is that why?”
“Yes,” Quinn was long past blushing, lost in the game and a haze of desire. “Because I need you to fuck me, Officer Berry. I need your fingers in my pussy, I need you to fuck me long and hard and fast until I just can’t take any more, until I just come and come, my tight pussy clenching hard around your fingers, my come dripping down your hand. God, I need you to fuck me, I’ll do anything if you just fuck me, I’ll be your little slut forever, I’ll wear this belt for as long as you want afterward, just please fuck me.”
There was a long silence, and Quinn almost grinned as she realised that she’d taken Rachel by surprise. The breath on her thighs was coming in short gasps, and Rachel was obviously struggling to regain control of herself. Finally she felt teeth nip at her thigh, and she gasped.
“You really are a wanton little whore, aren’t you? But if you want to get fucked that badly, far be it from me to deny you. Down,” Quinn heard the bed creak again, and felt a hand on the back of her head. She leaned down, ass in the air. Rachel’s weight disappeared from the bed, and returned just as suddenly. Quinn jumped as a solitary finger traced a path between her legs, coming to a rest against her puckered rear hole. The finger circled it briefly, collecting sweat from her skin, and finally pushed inside. Quinn gasped.
“I love your ass,” Officer Berry’s stern tones melded with a note of admiration that was purely Rachel. “It’s almost unfair that a little slut like you should have such a nice ass.” Quinn felt a second finger push into her, groaning loudly as her entrance stretched to accommodate it. “Quiet,” Rachel commanded, and Quinn bit her lip. The fingers probed, thrusting slowly back and forth, and as they settled into a slow rhythm Quinn rocked back and forth with them. She trembled, anticipating her orgasm - and then, predictably, the fingers vanished.
“Don’t move,” Rachel cautioned her. She didn’t, despite her aching need, and was rewarded when something firm pressed against her asshole. It was pushed slowly into her, and she nearly wept at how good it felt. And then Rachel began to thrust it into her, hard, and she cried out.
“Make another sound before you come, Fabray, and I’ll stop. Understand?”
Quinn nodded, taking a firm grasp of the sheet and putting her face in her pillow. It didn’t take long - the intruder began to vibrate inside of her, and she climaxed with a muffled scream. Rachel didn’t stop, though, only increased the pace of her thrusts, and Quinn was rocked by a much more powerful second orgasm. When Rachel withdrew the toy, she collapsed bonelessly to the bed.
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Rachel turned her over and spooned her from behind, whispering in her ear.
“Baby, could we - this has been a great deal of fun, but - and I apologise for my poor time management - apparently it didn’t take nearly as long as I thought it would to get through all of my plans for the weekend, and,” she hesitated. Quinn couldn’t see her, but she reached blindly behind her to put a hand on her cheek.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
“As much as I’m enjoying seeing you suffer - and I am, because you’re fucking gorgeous when you’re suffering,” she nipped playfully at Quinn’s neck, “I’d really like it if we could make love now. No more Officer Berry, just Quinn and Rachel. Would that be okay?”
“Of course it would,” Quinn assured her, reaching for her blindfold. Rachel stilled her hand.
“Not yet,” she murmured. “I’ve got a couple of things to get ready first, okay?”
“Just for a second? I need to say something, and I really want to be looking at you.” Rachel pulled it up from her eyes, and she blinked in the sudden light. “Rachel - babe, thank you. Thank you so much for this - I’m sorry that I ever hid it from you, I just -“ she sighed. “I have a hard time asking for things in the bedroom anyway, you know that, and this - I just didn’t want you to think I was sick or something. I know it’s not - traditional, I guess.”
Rachel stroked her cheek. “As long as you’re not actually out on the street looking to get gang-raped, Quinn, there’s nothing wrong with a fantasy. I do know you have a hard time asking, but I hope you’ve learned now that if you just talk to me about what you want, I can make it happen for you. You name it, sweetie - anything in the world, it’s yours. I’ll never judge you, I’ll never look down on you, I’ll just do everything I can to fulfill all of your wants and needs, okay?”
“Right back at you,” Quinn smiled, blinking back tears. They shared a long, searing kiss, broken when Rachel leaned back and pulled the bra back down over her eyes. “Wait right there, okay?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Quinn promised with a smile. She laid there, listening as Rachel left and re-entered the bedroom, hearing the clatter as she opened drawers, and other sounds she couldn’t quite identify. Finally, her eyes were uncovered, and she looked around the bedroom. It was blanketed with candles, all of them flickering in the dim light. There was a bouquet of roses on the bedside table, and she momentarily wondered where that had been hidden before deciding it didn’t really matter.
“Rach,” she whispered. “It’s beautiful, baby.”
Rachel didn’t answer, just climbed atop her and began to kiss her fiercely. Their tongues duelled, and Quinn could feel her heart thumping against her rib cage as Rachel’s hands wandered to her breasts, squeezing them softly and palming her nipples. Her moan was lost in Rachel’s mouth, and she slid her fingers down Rachel’s sides, making her jump. She leaned back, her hands wandering to Quinn’s waist, and pulling gently at the locks on her belt.
“Aww,” Rachel pouted, “that’s really too bad,” she danced her fingers up Quinn’s thighs, tracing the edge of the crotch plate and smiling as she shivered. “If only there was someone who had a key.” She reached out and grabbed a brass key from the table, scratching it down Quinn’s chest and scraping it across the belt. Quinn shivered.
“What do you think you could do to convince me to open those locks, do you think?”
“Why don’t you roll over,” Quinn said huskily, “and I’ll show you?”
Quinn flipped Rachel backwards, climbing atop her with a wicked smile. She slid her thigh between Rachel’s legs, bumping against her dripping sex as she leaned in for a kiss. Rachel started to grind against her leg, growling low in her throat as Quinn nibbled gently at her pulse point, leaving a visible mark on her. After only a few seconds of grinding, Rachel came with a soft cry. She looked up at Quinn through hooded eyes.
“Is that all?”
“Not even close.” Quinn wriggled down Rachel’s body, their sweat-slicked skin rubbing together, until her head was between her lover’s legs. She nudged her legs apart, unconsciously licking her lips at the sight of a glistening sex, the thick and musky scent of arousal. She trailed her tongue slowly, painfully slowly, up and down Rachel’s lips, only able to keep the slow pace with a tremendous effort. She wasn’t surprised, nor did she resist, when Rachel’s hand found her head and forced her in closer. Instead she plunged her tongue deep into the slick folds, revelling in the taste of Rachel’s juices on her tongue. She nudged her clit, jutting proudly from its hood, with her nose and grinned when Rachel cried out. She continued to probe with her tongue, humming, and coaxed Rachel through two orgasms before the hand dropped away from her head. She looked up at her love, her life, who gave her a sated grin.
“Well, I think that might warrant unlocking you,” she patted the bed next to her, and Quinn lay down on her back. Rachel straddled her, tracing the small key down her chest. It circled her breasts, her stomach, traced the line of the belt on her waist.
“Fuck,” Quinn gasped, feeling her arousal drip down her thighs. “Rach, oh god, oh please, please, don’t tease me anymore, I can’t, I’m going to fucking explode.”
Rachel just grinned, slowly inserting the key into the lock with all the reverence of a lover. She turned it slowly, and the crotch plate fell open. Quinn cried out at the feeling of the room’s warm air on her sopping sex, her back arching. “Aww,” Rachel teased. “It looks like you want it really bad, Quinn.”
Quinn couldn’t formulate an answer, only moaning “RachRachRachRachRach,” in a low voice. Rachel did as Quinn had begged, and didn’t tease her anymore. She slowly worked three fingers knuckle-deep into her, and Quinn shrieked with ecstasy. She came almost instantly, but Rachel didn’t stop there. She added a fourth finger, driving them hard into Quinn. The world burned white around her, and she had no idea how many orgasms she’d had when she finally came back to herself, just that she felt sore and sated and loved all at once. It was then she noticed that Rachel was re-locking the belt.
“What are you doing?” she protested weakly.
“It’s only Saturday, Quinn, I think you should convince me a few more times this weekend.”
“You really are evil,” Quinn chuckled. “Want to cuddle for a while?”
Rachel grabbed a fluffy blanket from a nearby chair, pulling it over them. “I thought you’d never ask.”