Chapter Text
Brittany was never shy about liking porn. She figured it was a good idea to see what you like. So she watched all kinds, she would save some of her favorites, the ones she’d watch over and over and then show them to Santana.
When they watched one video where a woman was dressed up in classic bondage gear, a leather corset, fishnets under tight leather booty shorts, knee-high lace-up stiletto boots. The woman had dark makeup and her hair was in a neat tight bun. She looked like she could control a room just by entering it.
“See, she’s the Dom, the dominate, or dominatrix, she’s in control, and the other woman, the one on her knees in the dog collar and leash and nothing else, she’s the submissive.” Brittany pointed out each woman on the screen.
“And what? You want me to put a collar and leash on you?” Santana questioned.
“No. I don’t think that’s for me. But I think it’ll be fun to dress like that and tie you up. Maybe instead of letting your mind get so loud and busy that Snixx takes over, when you feel like it’s getting loud and busy, I take away any decision making you have to do and instead just focus on whatever I tell you to do. You know, like how during Saturday morning practices when we aren’t doing anything routine based, but just like whatever stuff Sue yells, like suicides or burpies. You don’t even think about how many you’re doing or how tired you are.” Brittany explained thinking back to the research she did on it, before she decided to show the video to Santana. She looked over at Santana who was just staring at her. “What? Why are you staring like that?”
Santana blinked as if to clear her head and smiled. “I am just in awe every time you let me see your genius.” Santana leaned in to kiss her. “You’re so amazing. I don’t think either of us are submissive though, but I’ll try anything you want once, just not until we graduate and have our own space okay? I don’t want our parents stumbling onto any of it.”
Brittany nodded in understanding. “Okay, I get it, but can I show you why I think you’d be good as a submissive?” When Santana nodded in consent Britany kissed her hard, leading Santana to lie down. This was nothing new, Brittany was usually on top and took charge, the only exceptions were when Santana was trying to say it was only about sex. Brittany moved to get a fistful of Santana’s hair and pulled harshly on it. The Latina let out an involuntary moan.
“See? Most people would say ow. Not moan.” Brittany teased.
“That was a fluke.” Santana argued, Brittany did it again resulting in Santana moaning even louder.
“See? This is why I think you’d enjoy being submissive.” Brittany argued. “Think about all the responsibilities and pressure that you have on you all the time at home, school or church. Wouldn't it be nice to ignore it all and know all you have to do is be my good girl? Just close your eyes.” Brittany started watching as Santana did as she asked. “Just focus on my voice and my touch.” Brittany’s voice was firm but gentle. She ran a hand down Santana’s chest before letting it rest on her stomach. “Any thought that enters your mind, you just ignore them. Nothing else matters.” She explained.
“How do you feel?”
“Peaceful. Horny. Frustrated because I’m horny and I need your hand a bit lower.” Santana answered with her classic snark. Brittany just laughed at her.
“Fine. I’ll fix everything for you should I?” Brittany teased moving her right hand up to cup one of Santana’s breasts under her shirt while her left hand went to wrap itself around in Santana’s hair.
“I love you.” Brittany whispered into Santana’s ear.
Santana arched into Brittany’s hand and let out a small moan. “I love you t-AH!” Santana let out a sharp yelp as Brittany pulled hard on her hair, and at the same time she pinched a nipple.
“See, you like it a bit rough.” Brittany smirked. “Nothing wrong with it. We both know that I would never hurt you. Not like really hurt you.”
“Right.” Santana nodded careful not to pull against Brittany’s hold.
“And did you enjoy it? Be honest, any honest answer is all I want to hear, you don’t need to lie, if the answer is yes, no need to be embarrassed, ‘cause I like it too. But if you don’t, then all it’ll mean is that I won’t do it anymore. Okay?”
“Okay. Yeah.” Santana stopped to think hard about how she felt. “I mean, I liked it, I did, it did help keep my mind blank during it.” She explained. “I don’t want it always, but we can do that stuff, just no toys okay?”
“Okay. How about you tell me on days when you feel like you need it? Oh! We can use a codeword, like Elvira. I feel like she’s a dominatrix.”
“Oh, a thousand percent.” Santana readily agreed. “Okay, I’ll say let’s watch an Elvira movie.”
“And if we want to actually watch an Elvira movie?”
“I’ll use the title of the film.”
Santana doesn't ask to watch an Elvira movie for the rest of high school. She thought about it a lot, even started watching more BDSM porn but something just made her feel stuck. Especially as it started to become clear that Brittany wasn't going to graduate, however, she managed to her last night before she drove to Louisville.
Both she and Brittany were in very vulnerable places, they needed this to keep them grounded. They poured their all into each other. And for their last night together for a while, they were closer than they had ever been.