Note: I've never written smut before, but every time I've run across a Black Queen story the dynamic just fascinates me. It just wouldn't let go so I finally decided to give it a try. I plan on writing and posting no matter what, but positive feedback would be really nice. I only know a little about competition jumping, so if I've made any obvious mistakes, sorry. It's unbetaed, so all errors are all mine. This story is likely to include any number of possible triggers as it goes along, so please, be careful and if in any doubt, just walk away.
Riding Regina
1
Regina Mills adjusted herself in the saddle as she came around the last turn of the jumping course. She was comfortable and Rocinante was barely breathing. He'd cleared every fence with ease and was on track to finish well. Only one more obstacle to go, a fairly straightforward oxer of a width easy for an animal of his size and strength.
As Rocinante approached the final fence, she glanced out at the crowd and saw a judge frown and shake his head. The momentary fear that something had gone wrong slowed her responses at exactly the wrong moment, leaving her just a bit behind when Rocinante leapt. He cleared the double fence while she was still too far back in the saddle, forcing her to jerk her upper body forward in an effort to compensate. A beat behind him, her body trailed his rather than moving with it, and she bobbled. Not enough to risk a tumble, but enough for the everyone to see.
Her gaze swung back around, but not before she caught sight of her mother. Cora Mills' lips pursed while her eyes flashed her disapproval. Regina would still win. She'd run the course as close to flawlessly as was humanly possible. The brief error wouldn't cost any points and she was already well ahead of the field.
Unfortunately, near perfection was seldom sufficient for Cora Mills. Her mother demanded a flawless run and could be very unforgiving if Regina produced anything else.
And unforgiving Cora could be a very frightening creature.
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Comfortably ensconced in the family viewing box, Cora's eyes narrowed as she saw Regina's balance falter, her perfect ass bumping the saddle for a beat too long before she was back up on sculpted thighs, every muscle emphasized by skin tight riding pants.
Despite her error, Regina was magnificent, by far and away the best rider in the field, a feat Cora knew well was due to her rigorous training of the girl. She'd given her a bit more leeway recently. Clearly, that had been an error in judgment because the mistake wasn't the fault of some mysterious problem on the field or a lapse by the horse. No, this was purely on the rider, and anytime that happened, it qualified as a mistake of unacceptable magnitude in Cora's opinion. The girl knew better than to look at the crowd during a run and she'd deliberately ignored that rule. It hadn't cost her this time, but had the timing been slightly different, Regina could have taken a tumble or mistimed the jump enough for Rocinante to clip a rail.
That would not do, particularly given that it was hardly the first time. Her attention needed to be solely on the ride at all times.
Clearly, Cora needed to take a firmer hand and update Regina's training before bad habits took more hold than they already had.
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Regina felt a very real bolt of fear as she joined her mother at the riding club's after party. They'd been mostly separated during the winner's ceremony, her soothing Rocinante who always got dancy when Regina was stressed, Mother in the winner's circle playing to the crowd. Now there was no more hiding.
In facing the milling crowd, she should have been feeling confident. She had another trophy in hand, more than anyone else present, and she'd changed into a blue silk dress slashed high on and thigh and clingy in all the right places. The look on her face was frosty, presenting the very image of power and control to the wealthy patrons present at the part. Unfortunately, none of it mattered when her mother looked her way from amid a small group of adoring fans. Cora fixed a sharp, knowing gaze on her only child and Regina trembled inside even as Cora smiled.
"Regina, dear," the older woman said, reaching out and drawing her close. "Come join us." Cool fingers trickled down Regina's bare back as she stepped close. Cora's touch was light but possessive enough to chase away any of the men who might fantasize about trying to do the same.
Quick introductions were made, the men all smiling appreciatively. Regina couldn't blame them. Her mother was still a beautiful woman and she knew how to work a crowd, particularly a crowd of eager to please men .
As she joined them, the chatter restarted. It was mostly light gossip about the latest minor competition scandals. Even so, Regina kept expecting some kind of discrete dressing down from her mother. Cora Mills knew how to use words that seemed sweet and polite, while poking at a person's weaknesses. But so far, instead of backhanded compliments and none-too-subtle criticisms, the older woman had offered nothing but praise. Then again, this was all about generating business for her high end riding school and horse breeding service, so perhaps for once, subtly humiliating her lead rider wasn't the best choice.
They'd moved on to discussing the merits of the days' course when a groom appeared and pulled her aside to ask a question about Rocinante's tack. Tall and good looking, he'd slept with half the women in the room, and he leered at her chest the entire time. As she finished, he offered what was clearly meant to be a suggestive smile. "Ditch the old lady and we could have some fun later."
She shook her head. If he only knew how little pleasure he'd get from an encounter like that with her. "I think not." Her glare chased him back a step, but his knowing smile meant he was likely to try again. Waving him off, she moved back to the small group where her mother was still holding court.
"There you are, my dear, I was beginning to think you'd run off with that boy," Cora said, her tone joking, though there was real annoyance in her eyes. Giving her daughter no chance to reply, she smiled and nodded to her coterie. "Wonderful as this has been, gentlemen, I need to speak to my daughter for a moment," she said, sounding clearly disappointed.
The men protested and one even tried to insist that losing the company of two such lovely ladies was unbearable, but Cora only chuckled softly as she made some off-handed joke. She settled a possessive hand at the small of Regina's back to guide her away to a quiet corner where they had some privacy but still had a full view of the room. Letting her gaze run over her girl, she smiled, lips twisting into a pleased smile. "I'm glad to see you followed my suggestion with your dress. Much better than what you were thinking."
Regina considered pointing out that the white dress had mysteriously developed a prominent stain only to decide against it. "I realized you were right when I compared the fit. Never even took the other one out." The cool fingers at the small of her back, tapped a rhythmic pattern, a sure sign mother was thinking.
"Oh, Regina," Cora sighed after a moment. She leaned close enough to keep the words private as she whispered, "Do you really think you should add lying to tonight's tally after that near-fault on your ride?"
"I'm not..."
"Don't," Cora hissed. Their backs were to a wall and Cora used the cover to drop her hand and deliver a short, sharp blow to her daughter's ass. She was an expert at such covert punishments, and anyone watching would have thought she brushed her daughter's back at most. "That mistake could have cost you a fall or the rail."
Regina tensed, but didn't otherwise react. She too was experienced at this game.
"Don't ever defend stupid mistakes to me." Cora spanked again, taking perverse pleasure in doing it in public where Regina had to simply bear it. "You know I don't tolerate them." Another fast, hard slap.
"And then there's that young man who obviously wanted to fuck you." She dropped another sharp slap on perfect buttocks.
Regina finally whimpered very softly in spite of herself, though how much was pain and humiliation and how much was other, darker impulses she didn't want to contemplate.
"Though I suppose that's not really your fault." The hand on Regina's ass landed a soothing, circular caress, then closed down in a brief, possessive squeeze. "You are so very fuckable."
Regina couldn't stop the shudder that worked its way through her in response to the shift from giving pain to giving comfort and the way Cora's tone turned those words into the praise she craved. The throbbing pain in her ass seemed to radiate, starting a sympathetic and far more pleasant throb between her thighs.
Cora smiled, confident of what she'd triggered. After all, she understood her little girl's needs better than she did. Regina would have hours now to sit and ache and contemplate what would come later. She pressed her mouth right up against her daughter's ear. "Did you tell him your cunt already belongs to me?"
Flushed, her body trembling, Regina shook her head. "Of course not."
Cora already knew that of course. A spanking was the least of what her daughter would get if she behaved in such a crude fashion, but it was fun to taunt her. "Pity," she mused. "I'd love to see his expression if he knew that his precious cock would leave you cold, where every single one in my collection makes you tremble." An eyebrow arched high as she considered her daughter. "Perhaps the purple monster tonight..."
"Mother..."
"In any event," Cora changed subjects as she stepped back a pace, her tone becoming businesslike though she continued to toy with the soft flesh at the small of Regina's bare back, "Tom and Cecilia Bennett were looking for you. They're not happy with their eldest daughter's placement at the last show and the younger two need to get started jumping soon and they want the best training."
The Bennetts were rich as Croesus, but very dim and both parents liked staring at Regina's chest enough to sign over a huge sum.
"That's us, of course," Regina insisted, her expression smoothing as she struggled to appear as businesslike and in control. "I'll just..." She started to leave.
"Regina..." Cora intoned and caught her daughter's wrist in a firm grip, while the hand on her back continued roaming. To anyone watching from afar, it just looked like a loving mother and daughter in close conversation.
Regina knew better. This was pure domination. Her mother making sure she understood who was in charge.
"I sent the grooms home with the horses..."
"I thought..." Regina interrupted.
"No, dear. You'll be riding back with me."
Regina swallowed hard, but didn't shrink back. "I see."
Cora's answering smile was a bright crimson slash. "I wonder." She leaned close again. "Did you really think there wouldn't be a price to pay for that last fence, not to mention your defiance?" She clicked her tongue, so close her lips almost brushed Regina's ear. "You should have come to me and prostrated yourself the first chance you had, dear. I might have forgiven you then. Now? I suggest you be very well prepared for whatever the rest of the night may bring. You don't want to displease me again." Then she patted Regina's ass one last time. "After all, this is mine to do with as I please." She broke all contact and stepped back, flashing a triumphant smile before moving away.
Regina tracked her mother's rolling stripper gait as moved away, every bit as helpless before it as everyone else. Despite her efforts to control her responses, her pussy clenched and throbbed, her mother's threats still echoing in her head. Which was doubtless exactly what Cora wanted. Sighing softly, she shook herself and tried to at least appear in command of the situation as she went in search of the Bennetts.
After giving the couple in question the full sales pitch, Regina circulated, glad-handing in the name of business and pushing both their rider training program and the winning horses they'd bred and trained.
Cora tracked her daughter's efforts to play the milling crowd as she moved among the movers and shakers of the horsey set, schmoozing and making contacts. Pausing at one point, she fixed a silent stare on her girl, taking in the way the blue silk dress showed off her body and silently willing her to look. Moments passed, then finally brown eyes tipped up and swung her way.
Cora smiled as she saw Regina's throat bob with a hard swallow. Good, she wanted her nervous and wondering what kind of punishment she might face later. Her pussy got so deliciously wet when she was feeling a bit of trepidation. Cora lifted her right to run a finger along her lower lip, the gesture designed to appear benignly absent minded to anyone looking on.
Regina knew better of, course, and a tiny shudder shook her. Her cunt would be knotting up and pulsing right about now.
Cora winked and flashed a small smile Regina knew well. Cora had worn it enough times as she'd conquered that sexy, fuckable body after all. The girl swallowed hard, her gaze dropping submissively. A soft chuckle, then Cora turned away, purposely dismissing her daughter as she went back to toying with the overconfident fools whose money she wanted. Toying with Regina would have to wait until later.
Regina watched her mother's performance as she moved from group to group, target to target, alternately charming and bullying to get her way in a manner Cora Mills had long since perfected. She was quite amazing at the manipulative games she played. She was smart, funny, flirtatious and damn near irresistible. None of the people at the party would have ever guessed she loathed every last one of them.
Occasionally though, she would pause, her gaze finding Regina's, willing her to look, her smile knowing.
Despite her intention not to react, Regina's breath caught and she felt her body flood. Her mother owned her, had trained her, and she reacted like any well versed animal.
Near black eyes flashed with triumph and Cora grinned before turning back to her latest target.
Fighting the urge to flee, that would only make things worse, Regina braced herself and went back on the hunt for rich clients knowing that would do more to soothe her mother than anything else in her power.
Their paths didn't cross again until much later.
Regina's most recent prospective client, Leopold White, had backed her into a quiet corner with a drunken insistence that she didn't dare protest given he was the richest man in the state. Her mother would kill her if she lost a chance at getting her hands in his pockets.
But he was a big man and getting handsy in a way that was getting harder and harder to avoid.
Then suddenly Cora was there, merging from the shadows, her smile crimson and too wide. "Leopold," she said, her tone a strange mix of deference and contempt. "You don't mind if I borrow my daughter, do you?" she said, her tone daring him to complain. She stepped neatly around him, hand going to Regina's shoulder.
For once the younger woman found that firm touch comforting. Whatever her sins, Cora allowed no liberties with her only daughter.
He blinked, reaction time slowed by alcohol. He'd planned on pinning the girl in the corner and getting a nice feel, but the sudden interruption had him confused. "Daughter?" He wavered on his feet. "Right...your daughter," he mumbled.
Cora gestured to someone off to the side and two members of the wait staff appeared.
"Regina," Cora clipped, eyes gleaming with barely contained rage. As she spoke she curled an arm around her daughter's upper arm and literally pulled her free of the corner he'd blocked her into.
Distracted by a waitress whose very impressive chest appeared to be on the verge of spilling free of her blouse, Leopold allowed himself to be dragged away.
Cora watched them go, then pushed Regina toward the quietest route to the front entrance. "Go." Outside, she thrust the car keys at Regina and nodded toward the parking valet with a curt, "You're driving tonight."
Regina looked down at the keys with suspicion. Mother rarely allowed any other driver to touch her precious Jaguar.
"Relax, dear, I had a cocktail earlier," Cora responded by way of answer and Regina relaxed. "I'm not so power mad that I'll risk our lives on the drive home." Mother rarely drank, but when she did she was absolute about not driving. Of course, Regina knew better than to ever drink without express permission.
A few minutes later Cora leaned back in the passenger seat, face cast in shadow, though her eyes seemed to gleam in the darkness as she watched her daughter start the car.
"I spoke to the Bennetts," Regina explained. "They were very interested. I think we might steal a client from White Fields."
Cora nodded. "Good. I've seen the older girl ride. She has some talent. With better training, she could be a star pupil." She ran a finger along her lower lip. "And I admit, stealing a rich client from Leo would be the cherry on top." Her gaze fixed on Regina. "He didn't actually touch you, did he?"
"No...he just..."
"I saw what he just wanted to do," Cora sneered, not quite able to hide the rage she'd experienced as she'd seen the older man trying to touch what was hers. That was a sin she had no intention of overlooking.
"I didn't encourage him. I was just trying to make business contacts the way you wanted."
"Mmm, no doubt," Cora agreed blandly, well aware it wasn't the girl's fault, but annoyed all the same.
Clearing her throat, Regina began again, carefully changing topics. "I also spoke to the Somners and they're very interested in our program for Aurora now that she's old enough." Hopefully the news would lighten her mother's grim mood.
"The girl's a barely functional idiot. I question the wisdom of taking a moron as a student. What if they think her stupidity is our fault?"
"I just thought..."
"I sincerely question that statement," Cora snapped.
Regina retreated, her voice low and passive. "You know best."
"It would be nice if you remembered that more often." Cora's gaze was knife sharp, her lips a crimson slash.
"I-I always remember that, Mama...always," Regina said in an effort to placate.
"Hard to believe when you can't even remember simple instructions to keep your mind on the task at hand."
"I try, Mother," Regina insisted apologetically. "But when the ride is going smoothly, I just forget for a moment. I'm not like you..."
"Clearly," Cora snapped, her hand tightly fisted where it sat on the armrest between them.
"I mean I'm not ambitious and smart like you are," Regina said, her voice soft and apologetic, hoping that praise and deference would soothe her mother's anger.
Cora's soft snort echoed inside the car. "Please tell me you aren't trying to play me."
Regina froze, a deer in the headlights. "N-no, I wouldn't." She shook her head, more than a little panicked. "I just..."
"Prove it," Cora challenged, her tone deadly serious. The encounter with Leo had set her teeth on edge and ruined any good mood she'd developed over the evening. If Regina wanted forgiveness, she was going to have to work for it.
"I..." Regina started to speak only to fall silent as she felt her mother's disapproval. Finally, she reached to the side, blindly finding her mother's hand in its usual spot on the armrest between them. Her touch careful, she petted the rise of her knuckles and stroked the back of her hand, ready to pull back at the slightest indication.
Cora grunted something under her breath, but allowed the light contact, though her hand remained tense under Regina's fingers. "Nowhere near enough," she grumbled after a short time.
No, of course that wouldn't be. Regina sighed very softly and slid her hand higher, wrapping slim fingers around her mother's wrist. "Please," she whispered, when she tried to move her mother's hand and Cora refused to budge.
A moment passed, then finally Cora relented with the quiet warning, "Go on, dear."
Rubbing her thumb against the rise of Cora's knuckles, Regina slipped her fingers under her mother's palm, lifting her hand and drawing it over to settle on her bare thigh.
A ripple slid through Cora as she made contact with bare flesh and her hand clamped down, muscles rippling up the length of her arm. "Mine," she growled very softly, the sound raw, almost feral.
Regina's soft gasp hung heavy in the air and it took all her control not to flinch. "Yes, Mama," she whispered submissively.
Cora smiled in the darkness. Regina rarely made such an open offering and while it wasn't enough, it was a start. "Focus on your driving, dear," she instructed as she continued to massage and stroke her daughter's firm thigh.
Regina wordlessly downshifted as she approached a tight turn and goosed the accelerator, easily handling the powerful car as it moved into a twisting section of the road.
Several turns later, they were entering a long straightaway when she risked a quick glance, tensing again as she noted the sharp gaze directed her way and the set line of her mother's mouth. Cora was calmer, but still volatile, she decided as she recognized various cues.
"Eyes front!" Cora suddenly snapped as she slapped Regina's thigh with enough force to sting. "I don't intend to wind up as a grease spot on the road because of your inattention."
Stifling a flinch, Regina swung her gaze back to the road, muscles clenching as she felt the fingers on her thigh press in with uncomfortable force. Other than a light mist making the pavement glitter, there was nothing to see but the road.
"Honestly, girl," Cora complained, "wasn't today's near debacle enough to remind you to pay attention to what you're doing?"
Regina, tensed, her temper making a rare appearance. Why did she bother trying to please her mother when there was no way of doing that. The ride had been brilliant without only the one tiny mistake. It was hardly fair to classify it as a debacle. "It was a small..."
"It was unnecessary," Cora cut her off. "And while you did win today's competition," she continued after a moment's silence, her tone becoming measured, though her eyes glittered, "your performance was far from perfect and your landing on the last gate lacked the artistry expected of you, and by extension any rider for Mills Arabians."
"It was a minor..." Regina defended though she knew it was a mistake even as the words left her mouth.
"Regina," Cora growled, squeezing the soft flesh in her grip for emphasis. "Do not argue. You looked at the judges and lost focus. That is unacceptable."
"It was only..."
"It was too much and you know better," Cora cut her off, her tone brooking no argument. "Your focus must be absolute and you must be able to control yourself in spite of any distractions be they the judges or my presence." She eased the tips of her fingers under the edge of blue silk. "For instance, at the moment, you're driving a very powerful machine on a dark road at night while I'm touching you in a rather distracting fashion. Give way to that distraction and we could both face a very nasty end. You don't want that, do you?"
"Of course not," Regina hissed, fighting to remain in control as the hand on her thigh edged higher. She was tempted to snap back at her mother, but knew it would only make things worse.
"Then focus," Cora instructed and began slowly kneading the firm thigh caught in her grasp. "Prove to me you can block everything out and do what needs to be done." She pressed her thumb into a solid thigh muscle, slowly rubbing back and forth. "Prove you can get us home safely no matter what...then perhaps we can discuss your achievements at the party."
So that was the plan. Punishment via test. Regina snapped her mouth shut, her body already responding to her mother's tone of command and slow massaging strokes. She tried to will the response away, but muscles clenched deep and throbbed in spite of her determination to ignore them.
"Have you prepared yourself properly for a competition day?" Cora demanded, purposely changing to a subject she knew made her daughter uncomfortable. She never slowed the kneading motion.
Feeling a flush heat her skin, Regina nodded, flinching as the fingers on her thigh stroked higher, still kneading and working flesh and muscle. She blinked, fingers painfully tight on the steering wheel, but held the car steady.
"Answer me," Cora commanded and delivered a sharp, punishing slap to Regina's inner thigh, unwilling to settle for a simple nod.
"Yes, Mother. I-I...prepared..."
"You waxed?" Cora demanded, knowing Regina hated having to discuss such things.
"Yes, Mother, twice." Regina knew how demanding her mother was on that front.
"And lots of cream to keep everything soft. The silk...nothing else leaves that pretty little pussy of yours as soft as I like it."
"Yes, Mother," Regina whispered, her voice threatening to crack mid word.
"You know I'll punish you if you're lying," Cora warned, her mood improving as she enjoyed the tiny tremor that shook the girl. "Last chance," she husked, her own body beginning to respond to the notion of what she intended for the rest of the night. Regina quivered again and Cora smiled in the darkness, drinking in her daughter's submission. "Very well." She released her tight hold on soft flesh and pushed her hand deeper inside tight silk.
A car rounded a bend and passed them going the other way. Despite herself, Regina jumped ever so slightly.
"Eyes on the road!" Cora barked as she felt the slightest swerve of the tires. "And be warned, I do not want to feel the another unexpected shift in our speed or direction." She watched long enough to see Regina redouble her grip on the steering wheel. "And if I do," she threatened, "you won't enjoy my response."
"You won't, Mother," Regina promised in a very small voice and Cora felt the vehicle straighten and slow a bit.
Cora smiled, enjoying that tone of submission. She so loved it when her girl tried to please. "Good girl," she said, knowingly offering a rare bit of praise before pushing her hand deeper under blue silk. She could be kind when it suited her. Spreading her hand, she very deliberately settled her palm right between Regina's legs, laying claim to her cunt without pushing any deeper. "This belongs to me," she drawled possessively.
A tiny, strangled sound escaped Regina's lips and she felt her pussy spasm and let loose a fresh wave of liquid heat right on cue, but the car never wavered.
Cora squeezed then, pressing down with the heel of her hand and rolling her palm, gratified by the shudder and tiny cry that followed. Her baby really was beautifully trained. She was proud to note that this time the vehicle remained perfectly steady. She opened her hand, petting instead of gripping this time, pleased to find buttery smooth flesh under her fingers. Her little girl clearly had taken extra time in grooming herself. "You did prepare well," she allowed.
Regina exhaled another sharp gasp. She shivered and her clit throbbed violently in response to her mother's warm response, but she downshifted smoothly at the apex of a sharp curve and the expensive sport car never wavered.
Smiling triumphantly, Cora delved deeper with a single digit, slipping her index finger between smooth folds and stroking slowly along the cleft. "You're so wet, my dear." She swirled her fingertip around Regina's hard, little clit without quite making contact. Too bad there was still traffic on the road. "If it weren't for the risk of being seen by one of those fools from the party, I'd make you pull over and fuck you on the hood right now." She paused as the car accelerated smoothly into the straightaway. "Would you like that, dear...being laid out on the hood of my Jaguar while I use you like the little slut you are?"
Regina didn't answer, just fought to keep the car moving smoothly.
"Answer the question," Cora admonished and pushed blue silk aside enough to deliver a quick slap to Regina's pussy. She didn't like to be ignored at the best of times.
"Mama...please..." Regina croaked, but as Cora pushed her fingers back into the silky cleft there was a fresh flow of moisture to smooth her way.
"Would you like to be fucked on the hood of my Jaguar?" Cora demanded slowly and carefully.
"N-no, I don't want that," Regina denied and Cora snorted softly.
"You really shouldn't lie to Mama," she chastised.
"I don't..."
"I bet I could fuck my whole fist into your cunt in front of the entire riding club and you'd just beg for more." Cora paused a bit, then asked, "Wouldn't you like that, spread out, your hands cuffed over your head, my fist buried in your cunt up to the wrist while they all watch and politely clap?"
Regina moaned and her pussy pulsed and flooded as if eagerly readying itself for such a rough invasion.
The Jaguar remained steady on the road.
"Really, dear," Cora said impatiently as she felt the increase in thick lubricant between her daughter's thighs. "I do wish you'd stop pretending you don't enjoy every single thing I do to you." Hearing her daughter's harsh breathing, she felt her pulse accelerate. "Or perhaps I don't wish that," she mused as she swirled that teasing finger around Regina's clit without quite making contact. "I do enjoy it when you fight it so hard, then finally break and beg me to fuck you harder..." She paused to see if the car would swerve at all, but it remained rock steady. Knowing the journey was almost over, her voice turned almost cruel. "It's amazing to watch you lose all control and start humping my hand and begging me to just wreck your cunt...to tear it up and use you until you break...to treat you like the perverted slut you are."
They rounded another curve and Cora's hand was all but swimming, but the ride was smooth.
"You, my dear, crave it all," Cora taunted. "Every filthy thing we do, every fuck and suck and illicit act." Her voice dropped low. "You love being owned, dominated, being nothing but whatever I want you to be." She leaned close to Regina's ear, her voice low and husky as she whispered the harsh truth the girl preferred to avoid. "And we both know it. After all, I'm the one who's been knuckle deep in that cunt of yours when it gets all sloppy and throbs so hard I think I might break a finger, and you're begging me to treat you like my own little fuck toy." She swirled her finger again, smiling at Regina's answering groan. "Oh, I know you think you should be with some sweet faced boy who's all pleases and thank yous, when I'm in the room, but I know their kind. The moment I was out of sight, he'd bend you over a table or demand your mouth on his dick." She shook her head. "You're much too good for that, dear...much too special...You need an owner who truly understands and appreciates you..."
She knew she should be horrified, but Regina felt a deep wellspring of pleasure in the pit of her stomach at those words. Despite her cruelties, her mother valued her, and wanted what was best for her. She turned smoothly onto the dirt road that marked the entrance to the farm.
"Stop the car," Cora ordered abruptly.
Regina coasted to a halt, gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were knotted and white. Nonetheless, the stop was smooth and she slid the Jag into neutral and set the parking break without thinking about it.
"You may relax for a moment," Cora intoned.
Regina's head fell forward against the steering wheel. Tears slipped from her tightly closed eyes. She never would have admitted it, but her cunt throbbed violently and had been aching for hours. She knew she wasn't supposed to want any of this, but her body had other ideas.
Cora continued circling Regina's clit without hitting any of the points she knew her daughter needed most. "You're so very wet, dear," she whispered. "Admit it. You love this...love it when I treat you this way." Fingers still stroking the swollen, aching lips of Regina's sex, she leaned close. "Because your cunt belongs to me and even if you don't always accept it, your pretty little cunt does...It knows my touch, knows I't its true master..." She laughed softly, her tone victorious. "You're shaking and wet because know I'm going to use it to my heart's content tonight...and you know you'll beg for every bit of it..."
Regina couldn't hold back a tiny, agonized cry as her body throbbed and pulsed, the dark side of her painfully aroused by the notion of her mother's abuse.
"My beautiful, responsive little fuck toy," Cora breathed in a tone that turned the words to praise.
Regina wanted to deny the words, but slim hips rolled into exploring fingers and she let out a soft moan that was all wanton sex. "Mama," she begged as she broke and used the childhood name, still fighting the raging hunger. "This isn't...we shouldn't..."
Cora chuckled at the attempted denial and never slowed her fingers. Apparently her little girl needed a reminder that she was made for this. "Do you remember your eighteenth birthday?" she asked her tone remarkably conversational given the circumstances, though there was enough steel underlying the words to make it clear she would brook no lies or denials.
"Yes." Regina didn't even bother to try and deny it.
"That was the first time I made you beg and plead...the first time I made you come." Cora's finger swept closer and closer to her target. "The first time I took you...and broke you...and you loved it." She slid her finger away from her prime target. "Do you remember how hard you came for me?"
Regina cried out at the loss. "Mama..."
"You screamed so hard. Thankfully I'd sent the servants away for the night by then because they'd have come running if they'd heard that bloodcurdling sound." She chuckled softly. "And think of how they'd have found you, your hand on my wrist, desperately trying to force my fingers deeper into your cunt." She scratched a nail lightly against silky inner lips. "It would have made for quite a scandal."
"Please don't..." Regina groaned, but Cora was in no mood for denials.
"You wanted it then, you want it now," she whispered, her voice soft and silky. "Beg, Regina," she insisted after a brief pause, then threatened, "If you don't, I promise I won't let you won't come again until you're on your knees, naked and telling me every single thing you want me to do in exquisite detail...perhaps I'll even make you write it all down and read it to me." Regina loved to deny what she needed, but Cora knew the truth, knew it wouldn't take long for Regina to surrender if she followed through on the threat. Her girl would break. Oh, she'd try to keep it simple at first, but ultimately, Cora could make her get as filthy and detailed as she wanted. She was tempted to do it no matter what Regina did. "I mean it..." Determined to prove her point, Cora started to pull her hand back.
Regina broke. "Please," she whined, thighs snapping shut in and effort to trap Cora's exploring hand. She missed and Cora yanked her fingers free.
"Bad girl," she snapped, turning fully toward her daughter, her eyes hard. "Spread your thighs, dear," she commanded.
Regina froze.
"Now. Spread your thighs and offer me your cunt," Cora repeated the instruction.
Still clinging desperately to the steering wheel, Regina shook her head stiffly.
"Such defiance," Cora mused, not believing for a moment that her girl wanted her to stop.
Turning fully toward the girl, Cora found the back of her head with the hand that had been buried in her sex. Tangling her fingers in dark silk hair, she dragged her head back, then leaned in and nipped her ear lobe. At the same time she trailed her other hand up a lean thigh. "I'm going to fuck you now, dear," she whispered as she slowly angled her fingers between velvety thighs. "But you should know that there's a guard headed this way. He can't see us because of the headlights, but if you take too long, he'll catch us and if you scream, he'll hear."
A part of Regina knew she should do something, refuse, close her legs, push her mother away, but all she could think about was the violent throbbing ache between her thighs. "Please," she repeated, her voice little more than a ragged sob. By way of reward, slender fingers swept into her slit, toying with soft flesh, but still her aching clit was ignored. "Please," she whimpered again.
"Tell me exactly what you need."
"...need to come," Regina gasped, the words ragged and uneven.
"No, dear," Cora chastised. "I need you to tell me exactly what you need...in detail." She glanced up from her task. "And you should probably hurry. He's about halfway down the road."
"My clit," Regina choked. "Touch it...please..."
A single finger just barely grazed the swollen nub. "Like this?"
"No." Regina shook her head. "Hard," she groaned, her control rapidly slipping away. "Stroke it, ...you know how I...how I..."
"How you like it?" Cora asked with false sweetness, her touch deliberately clumsy and too light and not at all like the strong, circular, possessive strokes she knew her daughter thrilled to. She loved making Regina own her desires. "You'll need to help me, dear."
"Please," Regina said, knowing her mother would stretch this out until she gave way, and if she didn't, Cora might just risk getting caught by the guard. She'd come dangerously close more than once before. Putting the effort into marshaling herself, she managed to plead, "fuck me, own my cunt, rough up my clit...pinch, pull, abuse it...just the way you know I...the way I love it," she groaned.
If Regina had been able to look up, she would have seen the gleam of Cora's white teeth as she smiled broadly. "Of course, my love." She pulled Regina to her, so her daughter's head was nuzzled into her shoulder and took possession of her sex. "I'll tear your cunt up for you, baby, I promise, but remember, no screaming." Then her hand went wild on Regina's clit, stroking so forcefully muscles were working all up and down her arm to get enough pressure.
Gritting her teeth until she thought they might crack, Regina buried her face in her mother's shoulder and thrust her hips at invading fingers, her whole body pushing to increase the contact. "Harder...fuck me...own me, Mama," she begged and was gratified by the way three fingers pushed roughly into her body, while her mother's thumb took command. Hard pressure landed on her clit, then circled around, then it was pinched between thumb and fingers as her cunt was emptied on the outstroke. "It's yours," she gasped. "Take it, take it, take it..."
"That's right, dear," Cora agree. "Your clit, your cunt, your pleasure, your come, they all belong to me." Then she thrust even harder, shoving her fingers as deep as she could force them. At the same time, she rolled the heel of her hand into Regina's clit and coiled her thumb around the swollen nub, squeezing rhythmically.
So close. The muscles in Regina's jaw knotted and her hips jerked while her pussy grabbed at the marauding fingers as if it could pull them even deeper. She hissed, the pleasure so intense it bordered on painful as Cora pulled back and thrust again, fucking deep, slamming into her G-spot even as she molded and worked Regina's throbbing clit like fresh clay.
"He's almost here, you have to be totally silent. If you aren't, he'll know what a nasty little slut you are." Cora panted near her ear, the exertion of slamming her hand and arm so violently into her daughter enough to leave her breathing hard. She thrust again and felt the hardest spasm yet. "Come for me, baby," she ordered. "Come for Mama now."
Regina exploded. Her cunt clenched down on Cora's fingers, gripping them like a fist while her clit throbbed and pulsed. She vaguely heard her mother's commands to be silent and she tried, jaws locking down when all she wanted to do was scream, but she had no idea if she succeeded or not.
At some point, the tight hold on her hair was released with the hissed order. "Sit up."
Her mother's hand pulled away, leaving her feeling painfully empty. A part of her wanted to demand Cora fill her back up, but someone was approaching the car and she possessed just enough sanity to know better. She distantly heard a car window roll down, then mother's voice as she called to the night security guard. She was aware when he flashed the beam inside the Jag, and even managed to nod in acknowledgment when she heard her name. Exhausted and shaking, she was barely even conscious as she listened to her mother give the guard some kind of cover story about how they'd stopped because they were trying to decide whether to go back up to the house or stop by the farm offices. She nodded, incapable of doing much more than grunting her agreement and staring at the way her mother's hand glistened in the sharp edged illumination from the guard's flashlight. That was her essence spread all over those fingers and gleaming all thick and glossy in the light. As the beam played this way and that, Cora somehow kept her hand in the light as though daring the guard to notice. Perhaps subconsciously bragging about what she'd done. She wondered how he hadn't seen the glitter or smelled the thick scent of sex that hung in the car.
The very depths of her pussy throbbed and ached and a part of her wanted to send the man packing and beg Cora to do it all again, to lay her out on the hood of the Jag and do what she'd threatened and force her whole fist in and fuck her.
Dear god, what was wrong with her? How could she want that?
Then she remembered her mother asking if she remembered her eighteenth birthday.
Of course she remembered. It was the first time in her life she'd thought she had a chance to slip free of her mother's iron control. She should have known it wouldn't work out that way, of course, that as with all her plans, it would all go wrong and lead her onto the pathway to...this.
But she'd been young and stupid and so very idealistic.
In short, she'd been quite literally fucked.