Rachel moaned as she tried to push herself down onto Quinn’s leg, only succeeding once Quinn moved her thigh higher. Again, it was another thing that showed Rachel that Quinn had control. But she wasn’t complaining, instead she kissed Quinn back desperately as she began grinding herself against Quinn’s thigh and pushing her chest into her hands. At least now she actually trusted Quinn, because if anyone found out that she had acted like this it would be humiliating. Except right now it didn’t feel very humiliating, it felt like the only thing that she could have done without self-combusting.
Quinn let out a moan against Rachel’s mouth when she felt the heat against her thigh, even through their clothes. And when Rachel started grinding, she locked her leg in place, wordlessly giving the brunette permission to grind all she wanted. How could Quinn not? It simply felt too good having Rachel against her like this, at her mercy. She pulled back slightly, hazel eyes taking in the look on Rachel’s face before she dropped her head to kiss her again.
Rachel shivered slightly, both at the sensation of Quinn drawing random patterns over her skin and also the tone of her voice. It made her fall even deeper into submission, or at least the desire to submit. “More.” She said softly, keeping her eyes locked with Quinn as she had been told. More submission, more of what they were doing, just more. “Please.” She whispered. She just wanted Quinn to take away the need for her to think, to take complete control. Her head was already fuzzy as it was.
The look in Rachel’s eyes, coupled with the two whispered words, sent a shiver down Quinn’s spine and she felt herself swallowing down the want. Her thigh settled in between Rachel’s legs as her head dropped down to nip and suck at her neck. Her hand grew bolder, brushing experimentally against the edge of Rachel’s bra. And as she moved to take swollen lips again, her thigh pressed upwards and her hand cupped Rachel’s breast, squeezing lightly.
Rachel decided that she could get away with pulling Quinn as close as she could by tugging on her shoulders, given the fact that Quinn seemed to be doing the same. When Quinn touched her bare skin she let out a moan, pulling away enough to allow herself to breath. “Master.” She said, looking up at Quinn with darkened eyes, ready to allow her to do whatever she wanted to because now her sexual frustration had returned, with a vengeance.
Quinn could read it clear on Rachel’s face what she wanted. A part of her wanted to just take what Rachel was wordlessly offering. She was hers, after all. But another part of her was hesitant, not wanting to rush something as important as this. “Was there something you wanted, Rachel?” she asked, voice low as her thumb traced an indecipherable patter on Rachel’s skin.
As soon as Quinn’s lips touched Rachel’s she closed her eyes, grateful that she had the counter behind her to hold her up, otherwise she was sure that her knees would have buckled. The kiss was nice, of course it was. But Rachel wanted more, she wanted to carry on from where they left off yesterday evening. She brought her hands up to Quinn’s shoulders, pulling her just that bit closer, without pushing the kiss to be something more. She knew that Quinn had to be the one setting the pace.
The hands on her shoulders were signal enough for Quinn and she dropped both hands to Rachel’s waist, pulling her closer and at the same time, pushing her against the counter. She deepened the kiss, her teeth snagging against a plump lower lip. It always left her breathless, kissing Rachel, even though she tried not to show it. One hand toyed lightly at the hem of Rachel’s shirt before slipping under, her fingertips tracing smooth golden skin.
Rachel smiled, leaning in to Quinn’s touch, blushing slightly as she did so. When Quinn came nearer to her, she whimpered ever so quietly as her back hit the counter, but not because it her, but because it automatically made her feel more submissive. “No Master.” She answered. Truthfully, she hadn’t planned anything specific for today, she would probably have practised her scales for a little bit, maybe done another myspace video and then, depending what time her dads got home, watching Funny Girl for the millionth time. But she had already learnt from her previous speech restriction that it was better to limit the length of the answer that she was giving. She ducked her head down as she fought the urge just to take a step forward and nestle into Quinn, thankfully as she began to feel more submissive she felt slightly less frustrated.
No plans meant Quinn had most of the day with Rachel. At least, until the Berry men came home. She stepped forward again, eliminating most of the space between her and Rachel. Her hand came up to tilt Rachel’s head upwards. Hazel locked with chocolate for a moment before she softly met Rachel’s lips with her own. Her other hand came to rest on the brunette’s waist. She kept the kiss soft, a far cry from their kiss last night.
Rachel bit her lip as Quinn’s action drew her attention to the sign of ownership, before looking at her through her eyelashes. She could feel the sexual frustration that she had managed to almost get rid of while she was sleeping during the night re-emerging, but the worst thing was that she wasn’t really sure whether she was ready to go that far with Quinn. Right now, she was still adjusting to the kissing and the touching that they had been doing so far. She sighed slightly, but reminded herself that she wasn’t supposed to act like a child around Quinn and just picked up her bowl instead of making a fuss about it. Once she actually finished she placed it back down on the table. “I’ve finished Master.” She said as she turned towards Quinn, waiting to see what she wanted to do next. Because of course, despite it being her house, that choice would always be Quinn’s.
“Good girl,” Quinn said with a smile once she saw the empty bowl, reaching out a hand to caress Rachel’s cheek lightly. She looked around the house curiously. There seemed to be no signs of Rachel’s parents. Not that Quinn was complaining. “Is there something you need to get done today?” she asked, drawing nearer to Rachel until she was trapping the other girl against the counter.
“It just didn’t feel right.” Rachel said, looking down at the floor. The truth was that it just didn’t feel right touching herself. One look at the ribbon on her wrist had told her that she belonged to Quinn, her body was Quinn’s to touch, not hers. Even though Quinn had given her permission, Rachel just couldn’t bring herself to do it. She had ended up crying in frustration and at the fact that she was so owned by the other girl. And the really bad thing was that Quinn hadn’t really enforced that fact, it was Rachel, and her head that were stopping her.
It didn’t feel right? That wasn’t the answer Quinn had been expecting really. Then again, she didn’t know what she’d been expecting. A play-by-play of how Rachel had touched herself? She reached over and gently ran a thumb over the ribbon on Rachel’s wrist before turning her head to the half-finished bowl of cereal. “Finish your breakfast,” she said with a nod towards it.
Rachel’s squirming only got more pronounced under Quinn’s gaze. She just wanted to avoid that conversation completely and bury herself in Quinn’s arms but she doubted that the blonde would allow that to happen. She just shook her head slowly. “I couldn’t.” She admitted quietly, her cheeks going even more pink. There was still a part of her that was uncomfortable that her old tormentor could make her feel this way.
Quinn’s eyebrow raised higher at Rachel’s quiet admission. She wanted to press some more, ask why. “Do you want to tell me why?” This was a genuine question. If Rachel didn’t want to tell her, she wouldn’t press for one. It’d probably gnaw her mind for the rest of the day but it was still a bit of an awkward subject to talk about face to face. Last night was different. It was through the safety of texts and Quinn had still been kind of drunk at that point.
Rachel’s knees buckled slightly at the feeling of submitting to the kiss that Quinn gave her but she quickly recovered and walked back into the kitchen, grabbing her bowl and perching herself next to Quinn. She was halfway through a mouthful when Quinn spoke and she finished it before saying. “Last night..?” She thought she knew what Quinn was asking but she wanted to make sure. “Last night… at the party. Or last night after the party?” Rachel asked blushing slightly as she shifted in her seat.
Her mouth quirked up slightly as Rachel shifted and she tilted her head at the girl, raising an eyebrow. “After the party,” she said in a slow drawl. “When you asked for my permission.” Well it wasn’t so much as asking for permission as Quinn just giving it but that was semantics. “Did you take care of it?”
Rachel looked up from her cereal when she heard the knock on the door. They didn’t get many visitors and even though her dads weren’t there, she doubted it would be them. Which meant it was probably Quinn. The news caused her to smile and then quickly dash towards the door, swinging it open. “Master.” She said happily, stepping out of the way so that Quinn could come in. “I was just having breakfast,” she told Quinn proudly. It wasn’t necessarily that odd that she was so desperate to please the other girl, she told herself. After all, she knew more than anyone the consequences of annoying her. But she didn’t start walking back towards the kitchen, instead she waited for Quinn to tell her what to do. Maybe the amount of obedience that she showed was a little odd, but she didn’t care.
What Quinn really wanted to do was pin Rachel against the wall and kiss her breathless - and more than that - but she settled for tilting Rachel’s chin upwards for a more chaste kiss. The pride in which Rachel told her she was having breakfast made her smile a little. She pressed her lips to her forehead, as if saying ‘good job.’ “Go finish eating breakfast,” she told Rachel, following her into the kitchen. She settled herself comfortably against a counter and watched Rachel eat the rest of her breakfast, wondering how she was supposed to broach the matter on her mind. “So last night…” Quinn trailed off, letting Rachel fill in the rest.