The Hand That Feeds
Santana clenched her jaw as she watched Sebastian's thick leather whip land the last blow to Kitty's bleeding back. He swung his body forward for a strong gain of momentum, causing a sharp crack to echo through the room.
A long strip of red surfaced, starting from Kitty's right shoulder blade, stretching above her left hipbone. Kitty couldn't contain herself from screaming, which had been enough for Sebastian's satisfaction, and he pulled the whip toward him.
With a white cloth, he swiftly wiped the whip of any blood, sending speckles of red to splatter against the floor and he rolled it back up. The group of women forced to watch quickly scattered. Santana could hear Kitty efforts to mask her sobs, but the way her body quaked, and the chains holding her up shook, gave way that she had been left a crying mess.
Sebastian walked over, his whip now securely tucked on his waist; he leaned over, watching Kitty flinch as he touched her shoulder.
“The next time you deny a client I'll let four of them have their way with you.” Sebastian threatened. “Untie her.”
He walked away, watching two of his guards lower the chains from the ceiling. Santana had been the one to catch Kitty when the chains were gone, as she had nothing else to hold her weight. The guards left, glaring because Santana decided to stay behind. Sebastian did not care if the guards messed with the slaves. The only rule he expected of his clients were payment and condoms, but if clients paid well enough they did not have to use condoms.
As long as the guards paid, they were free to partake in the fun. Kitty latched onto Santana, hiding her teary face in the crook of her neck. She waited for the crying to stop and once Kitty had become less of a hysterical mess to carry out basic tasks.
“Kitty,” Santana whispered. “Let me see. I need to see how bad it is, okay?”
Slowly, Kitty removed her arm and turned around to leave Santana to inspect the damage. She knew it would scar, because one of the cuts had hurt a lot more than it should and Kitty has become familiar with wounds that were life threatening should it become infected.
“Okay.” Santana sighed. “It's not that bad. Just the last one will need stitches. The others are shallow cuts that will heal on their own. Let's go take care of them.”
Kitty needed Santana's support to get on her feet as the center of her back ached if she moved. When she was on her feet with stable support, Santana hooked an arm around Kitty's waist and led them back to their holding cell. They had agreed to make the travel slow as to not cause any further injury.
“Do you still have that bottle of alcohol?” Santana asked, getting closer to Kitty's cot.
“Yeah,” Kitty responded.
They carefully sat down and Santana had Kitty lay on her stomach when she found the alcohol. She gave the wound a second glance to see that the gash had only formed in the middle of Kitty's back, and was a lot smaller than it appeared; at least an inch in length. The rest of the red had been the blood smeared on the whip. Santana gave a sigh of relief; the smaller the wound the less of a problem. She can deal with a smaller gash and stitch it quicker.
“You'll be fine Kitty.” Santana assured. “It's small.”
Santana took a hold of Kitty's blanket and ripped a strip from the bottom. She briskly rinsed her hands in alcohol and soaked the sheer cotton material in alcohol. Digging under the sheets, Santana found a needle with thread and made sure to clean them both.
“It's going to hurt.” Santana stated.
Kitty grunted as she moved to look over her shoulder.
“Just do it!” She growled.
Santana picked up the cloth and rubbed it over Kitty's wound and the surrounding skin. She heard a painful scream from the cot as Kitty tried to brace through the burning pain. Santana tried to work quickly to piece the skin together and accurately sew the wound shut. Kitty tried to remain still as the needle worked its way in and out of her skin.
Santana took some relief in that Kitty had handled this way better than her first time. It had taken Santana an hour to finish, as she kept moving and screaming. She finished a faster, and swiped the cloth over the wound one more time.
“Done,” Santana announced. “Just take it easy when you move around. I don't have gauze to wrap you.”
“I can't exactly cease physical activity.” Kitty snapped, leaning against the wall. “Sebastian is a dick.”
Santana chuckled. “We finally have something to agree on.”
Kitty took her bottle of alcohol and took a sip. She offered Santana a sip, but she shook her head. She didn't like to drink during the working hours of the brothel. That way, she could be much more alert when a client tried to overpower her. The cell door opened and Sebastian marched in, scanning the row of women.
“Santana!” He screamed.
She made her way to stand in front of him. Sebastian scoffed and snapped his fingers. His guard clicked a collar on to her neck and linked a leash at the end.
“It's your lucky day.” Sebastian sneered. “You just boosted my profit.”
Santana allowed herself to be lead out into the hall, frowning at the thought of having to please another filthy demon, but when she did not stop at the second floor where all the regulars stayed it made her feel more uneasy, she was led to the third floor.
Very few clients rented a room here, as it was the most expensive suite room. A high class and well-known figure must have rented it. Though it was not rare, many would preferably have a whore sent to their house rather then come here.
Sebastian knocked on the door before opening it and led Santana inside while the guard stood out front. Santana felt her heart shoot to her neck when she saw the same blonde haired woman with the red and hazel eye. She wore a dark blue gown paired with a blue gem covered mask. Rachel wasn't anywhere in sight.
“Here you are Miss.” Sebastian smiled. “Is there anything else I can get for you?”
“That's all.” Quinn answered. “I'll be sure to pay you once the hour is up.”
Sebastian unhooked Santana's leash and left. She remained at the door as Sebastian closed it and locked it from the outside. Quinn laid back on the couch with a hand resting on her knee and the other hanging over the edge of the couch. Quinn waved.
“Hello Santana.” She smiled.
Santana scoffed. She shook her head, laughing at how ridiculous this was. Quinn had no reason to be here. She was the daughter of a public figure, a powerful man, and she had downgraded herself to come to a whore house and visit Santana again.
It was as if she had read Santana's mind. It had been exactly a week since their last encounter. That was enough time for Santana to move on from the kiss they had at Quinn's party. Santana was ready to move on and deal with Sebastian's cruel treatment again.
She had other things to worry about, like Kitty, and the sleazy customers. The last thing on Santana's mind should be a kiss and when it would happen again.
“I promised I would see you again.” Quinn reminded. “Have a seat please.”
“What are you doing?” Santana hissed.
Quinn sat up, leaning against the backrest of the couch. Santana shook her head; an act that she wouldn't dare to do if the client had been different. She'd never been this blunt and with the daughter of Russell Fabray, she had every reason to obey.
“I enjoyed your company so much. I was willing to pay for it.” Quinn answered.
Santana froze. She hadn't been speechless since the day she got here. She was a frightened teenager then. Now an adult nearing her thirties, she couldn't understand why she felt like she was seventeen again. Quinn made her way across the room, causing Santana to shrink back. The heavenly sugar smell returned.
“Give me your hand.” Quinn whispered, keeping the command light and inviting.
Santana thoughtlessly lifted her arm and Quinn tangled their fingers together. A thump burst through Santana's chest. The touch had been gentle, but it should not have felt right. The contact of warm and smooth skin against Santana's brown and scarred skin did not look right
And yet it all felt exactly right.
Quinn led her to the couch, where Santana willingly took a seat. Quinn refused to disconnect their hands, she took a cup from the table and pressed it against Santana's lips. She cringed.
“It's only water.” Quinn responded.
Santana opened her mouth, letting Quinn tilt the cup. She placed it down on the table again when Santana took a sip. Quinn smiled, looking Santana over and squeezed her hand. Their hands together felt more like a shackle to Santana the longer she sat here, unable to move away for needed space.
“Tell me about yourself?” Quinn requested.
“I live in a brothel. That's enough.” Santana replied.
Quinn stroked Santana's hair. Santana was sure she had seen a disappointed look from Quinn at her guarded response. Quinn took a sip of her own from the same cup Santana drank from.
“Do you know why I came to see you?” Quinn asked.
“No one needs a reason to go to a whore.” Santana said.
“I see potential in you.” Quinn admitted.
Santana had little time to ask, as Quinn could no longer contain herself for need of contact between them. She leaned forward, breaking their hands apart and Santana leaned back as Quinn came closer. With a gasp and the feeling of cold leather against her back, Santana watched Quinn lay on top of her with their foreheads together. Quinn reached over, aiming for Santana's mouth, but found herself denied the pleasure of Santana's thick tender lips.
“Don't you want to kiss me?” Quinn whispered, kissing Santana's neck.
Santana gulped, took a deep breath and shook her head. Quinn chuckled, placing another kiss to Santana's neck as she wedged her way between Santana's legs. She rested a hand beside Santana's head and hovered over her to leave none of their skin touching. The gap had left Santana feel much more unsatisfied than denying Quinn her kiss.
“I want to kiss you.” Quinn whimpered. “Will you let me?" Quinn ran the tip of her nose along Santana's collarbone. "The way you smell right now is driving me crazy.”
Santana gulped. She learned quickly that she had little control of her body with Quinn around. That was an ability Santana took pride in as it was one of the things that kept her grounded. While she may be forced to fake orgasms and arousal to the unattractive people that came here, it was something predictable. It gave Santana some leverage and control of her own body. She noticed Quinn's nose flare as she reveled in Santana's scent.
“Take off the mask.” Santana commanded.
Quinn grinned. “Not today.” She replied.
Santana felt a pang of frustration. A small defeat Quinn enjoyed, being that she was left to smell Santana, but unable to initiate any physical contact.
“Kiss me.” Santana moaned.
Quinn dipped down, smiling as she heard Santana let out a cry as their lips touched. The kiss was passionate and quick, as Santana couldn't contain herself. She'd never wanted to kiss someone this badly. Her hands immediately went around Quinn's shoulders.
Quinn's hand began to wonder, making its way down Santana's stomach and between her legs. Santana gasped as she felt Quinn's finger rub her clit in tight circles. Santana broke away from the kiss with a moan. A hand gripped onto Quinn's shoulder.
“I -”
“Let me see it.” Quinn panted, brushing her lips against Santana's as she spoke, refusing to end their contact. “Let me see you Santana.”
Santana stared back into shimmering eyes as her body jolted and her stomach tightened. With a second touch of Quinn's finger Santana let out a cry as she came; her eyes never leaving Quinn. She kissed Santana's neck again and stroked a finger down her cheek.
“Was it good?” Quinn smirked.
Santana brought a hand to her chest, trying to calm her raging heart. She stared at the ceiling in a haze. She's never cum this hard, or this quickly. Quinn had barely laid a finger on her, yet managed to bring Santana to her knees in a matter of seconds.
Quinn gave her a chaste kiss and sat up, having to help Santana get back to her feet as she was still taken aback from the entire experience.
“I want to see you again.” Quinn said. “Thank you for your time Santana.”
Quinn knocked on the door and the guard outside loosened the locks. She gave Santana one last glance before leaving and the door closed again. Santana stared into space in a daze.
A minute later, Sebastian entered and put the leash back into place. Santana willingly followed Sebastian, not aware of the entire walk to her cell until Sebastian pushed her inside. The leash and collar was removed. The metal door was put back into the doorway. Kitty came over, seeing Santana's lack of motor skills.
“Are you okay?” She asked. “What the hell happened?”
Santana blinked, finally realizing she had been put back into her cell.
“Huh?” Santana mumbled. “Yeah, I'm fine.”
Kitty frowned. “You sure? You look like -”
“I said I'm fine Kitty!” Santana snapped.
Kitty sighed and walked away.
***
“Your ride is here Ms. Fabray.” The valet worker announced.
Quinn smoothly made her way down the steps to the black limo in front of the brothel. The chauffer opened the door for her and closed ince she was safely inside. She quietly removed her mask and looked through the tinted black window of her limo as it drove away.
“I asked that you not come for a reason Rachel.” Quinn spoke, keeping her eyes out the window.
“I'm sorry Miss.” Rachel pouted. “I was worried.”
A smile tugged at the corners of Quinn's mouth. Rachel had good intentions. That was something Quinn knew the day they met each other. There have been times when Rachel's concern and ambition got them both in trouble. She at least learned to be less outspoken in the company of guests.
“Everything went smoothly.” Quinn assured.
“Is she -”
“I've come to have high hopes for Santana.” Quinn interrupted. “I'm not quite sure if I can make a choice just yet.”
Rachel moved over, resting her hand on Quinn's chest. She gulped feeling how fast her heart moved. Rachel nuzzled into Quinn's neck and placed a kiss on her cheek. The hand resting on her lap moved to the edge of Quinn's dress and pushed it up.
“Your heart is racing Miss.” Rachel muttered.
“It was difficult containing myself in front of her.” Quinn frowned.
Rachel's hand rubbed over the patch of hair to Quinn's center.
“Let me take care of you Miss?” Rachel pleaded. “Please?”
Quinn stared down at Rachel and kissed the top of her head. Reaching up, Rachel placed a kiss of her own on Quinn's chin. The hand that had been stroking Quinn center moved into her hair and brought Quinn's face closer.
Magnetically, their mouths sought out each others' and met in a breathy overwhelming kiss. Rachel was the first to claw at Quinn's dress, having made quick work of the buttons to her blouse.
Quinn sat up, ending the kiss and hiked her gown to her stomach, removing her underwear quickly after. Rachel discarded her blouse and shivered as she dropped to her knees. Quinn smirked as she reached to remove her necklace.
“Please Miss?” Rachel begged. “I want all of you. The real you.”
Hesitantly, Quinn fingered the gem in the center of her necklace. Sensing her uncertainty, Rachel pulled her hand back and stroked along the curve of Quinn's hips.
“Please?” Rachel requested. “Mistress?”
Quinn sat back, cupping Rachel's face with adoration and removed her hand from the clasp of her chain. She shook her head.
"No." Quinn answered.
Rachel gulped, biting her bottom lip. She blinked back several tears and kissed Quinn's shoulder. She had never been declined sex. Quinn was always in the mood and Rachel knew she wasn't inefficient in her skills. She's been with Quinn long enough.
"Please Miss?" Rachel panted. "I want you inside me."
Quinn gulped, dropping the hand around Rachel's waist to her side.
"Stop it Rachel." Quinn commanded. "Get dressed."
Knowing if she pushed anymore Quinn would lose her patience, Rachel reached down to pick up her blouse. She turned away from Quinn as she buttoned up the shirt and took a seat against the other door of the limo. They sat during the ride in silence.