(A/N: A lovely reader who happened to love Feather of a Swan and Feels Like Home To Me, requested a little Hawaiian-anniversary-funtime for SwanQueen, and being the benevolent writer I am, I decided to make their wish come true. Lovely reader (and whoever else who might enjoy this), I give you: SwanQueen BDSM funtime with a little twist.)
"Why do you have to go?" Veronica asked and folded her arms over her chest as she scowled in a positive Regina-like manner.
Emma tried not to laugh at the five year old's defiant attitude. "We've talked about this, Roni," she said patiently and brought one hand down to ruffle her daughter's dark hair. "It's only two weeks."
"I don't want you to leave!" Veronica said, and Emma wouldn't be the tiniest bit surprised if she stomped her little foot in a moment.
"Hey," Emma said gently and put a hand on Veronica's little shoulder. "We'll be back before you know it. And you'll have loads of fun with Henry and Ella while we're gone. And Lucy. You're looking forward to hang with Lucy every day, right?"
"Fine. Whatever." Veronica said. Her green eyes narrowed, and then she spun around on her heels and stalked out of the bedroom.
"Veronica!" Emma called, but it was in vain. The five year old was already gone.
Emma shook her head a little. Their five year old was definitely not getting an attitude, oh no, not at all.
The blonde zipped her suitcase and snorted quietly. And she definitely doesn't have that attitude from Regina either.
As summoned by her thoughts, Regina came into the bedroom with her own suitcase in hand and Lady following her like a shadow.
"Was that Veronica I heard coming barreling down the stairs?" the brunette questioned and raised an eyebrow.
"Who else?" Emma said and then snickered a little. "I swear, she starts taking after you more and more."
"Excuse me!" Regina huffed and scowled.
That only made Emma chuckle even more. No doubt Roni was Regina's daughter.
"She just whatever'd me," Emma told her wife.
"She did what?" Regina said and raised an eyebrow. "And you let her?"
Emma shrugged. "She was gone before I could do anything about it. I don't think she's overly happy that we're leaving."
Regina suddenly worried her bottom lip and frowned a little. "Maybe we're making a mistake. Maybe two weeks is too long."
Emma quickly abandoned her suitcase and put her hands on Regina's shoulders. "We've talked about this," she reminded her wife. "And you were the one who said that we should take two weeks instead of one."
"I know what I said," Regina muttered and gazed down at Lady by her feet. "But maybe we could celebrate our anniversary here instead. Maybe we don't have to go all the way to-"
"Okay, no more crazy talk," Emma firmly interrupted and squeezed Regina's shoulders just a little. "We're not cancelling the trip now."
Regina shifted a little on her feet. Clearly, she was still unconvinced.
"And besides," Emma snickered and waggled an eyebrow as she glanced at Regina's suitcase where the clothing was sticking out a bit. "You didn't pack all that lace for nothing, did you?"
"Lace?" Regina echoed and followed Emma's gaze to her suitcase. "Oh," she said and quickly wiggled out of Emma's grasp, hastily pushing the clothes back into the suitcase.
But despite her effort, Emma was quicker, and she swiftly grabbed onto a piece of the lace peeking out of Regina's suitcase. "That's new," she commented as she tugged a bit on the black lace.
"Yes, it is," Regina confirmed.
Emma's green eyes widened when she suddenly put two and two together. "Was that what you were doing yesterday when you suddenly had a "thing"?"
"Possibly," Regina drawled and snickered as she batted Emma's hand away from the suitcase.
"What else have you packed?" Emma asked and tilted her head curiously.
"Wouldn't you like to know. Miss Swan."
"Maybe I should check and see if the drawer is empty," Emma chuckled and ignored the way that little "Miss Swan" made her hot and bothered. She went over to said drawer, the drawer that always was locked unless Emma or Regina was in the bedroom. God forbid Veronica should find anything and begin to ask questions about the "strange" items stuffed away in the drawer. Emma tugged a little at the drawer.
But the drawer was locked.
"Oops," Regina said with faux innocence. "Whatever happened to the key, Miss Swan?"
Emma felt how her abdomen tightened pleasantly at that. She loved when Regina used that tone with her. That was her favorite tone. It was full of promises and mischief.
"You've locked our drawer," Emma accused and raised a pointing finger.
"Yes, I did," Regina confirmed. "I can't have you poking around and check what I brought and didn't bring. And if you want to keep that finger, Miss Swan, I suggest you stop poking it at me."
Emma lowered her finger, but she didn't stop "poking around". "Did you bring the purple one?" she asked curiously.
Regina's face was a smooth mask. Her expression didn't reveal anything.
"The black one?" Emma prodded.
Regina remained a statue.
And that was driving Emma insane. "The red one?" if Regina really had brought that one, she definitely meant business.
Regina didn't confirm nor deny anything.
"Come on," Emma said coaxingly. "At least give me a hint!"
"No," Regina said plainly. "And if you ever want to find out what I brought, I suggest you stop asking me all these questions."
Emma huffed in frustration.
Regina chuckled fruitily. "What makes you think I brought anything, dear? Maybe I'm simply toying with you."
"Wrong use of the word "toying"." Emma said through gritted teeth.
Regina laughed and pressed a light kiss to her cheek. "Come on, darling. We're supposed to be at Henry's in fifteen minutes. I suggest we try and cheer our daughter up until then."
Emma groaned as she followed her wife out of the bedroom. Sometimes Regina could be so annoying. It was aggravating, not being able to take a quick peek in the drawer and check which items were missing and which weren't.
But Emma knew one thing. No matter how little (or how many) things Regina had brought, she was in for one hell of a vacation. And one they really needed. They had been looking forward to this trip for months. Two weeks in paradise. Two weeks where Emma had Regina all to herself and didn't need to share her with Veronica, Henry, the dogs or the town budget and whatever else that might be dividing Regina's attention.
No, this vacation was gonna be about them. About their five year anniversary.
Five years. How could they already have been married for five years? Where had the time gone?
Emma couldn't quite understand how time could have gone by so swiftly. But it had been five years of bliss.
They didn't do a very good job at cheering up Veronica, and by the time they reached Henry and Ella's place, the five year old was still sulking. Her little shoulders were drawn up to her small ears.
"Hey, moms," Henry said and smiled when he opened the door. "Are you ready to run away from Storybrooke tomorrow."
"We don't talk about that," Emma half-warned when she saw how Veronica's expression darkened further.
Henry crouched down to be in eye level with Veronica. "What's this, Miss Roni? You don't want to hang with your brother anymore?"
Veronica nodded. A tiny thing. "But I'd rather have mommy and mama here."
Regina frowned once more as Henry lead them inside. "We shouldn't leave when she's like this, Emma."
"She's guilt tripping us," Emma replied and put a hand on Regina's lower back.
"She's succeeding," Regina muttered.
"No, she's not," Emma said firmly. "You are looking forward to this trip, remember? And more importantly, you are looking forward to two, uninterrupted weeks with me. Your wife."
Regina flashed her a little smile. "That's true. It's been a while since I've been alone with you for that long."
"There you go. Exactly." Emma grinned and wrapped an arm around her waist, giving her a little squeeze.
"You made it!"
Emma groaned internally. There was some sort of unwritten rule that her mom always showed up when she and Regina were having "a moment". And thus also today.
"Hey," Emma said as she gave Snow and then David a quick hug.
"Where's my granddaughter?" David asked as he hugged Emma.
"Over there," Emma said and nodded to the place where Henry was still standing with Veronica. It looked like he was trying to cheer her up.
"She doesn't look too pleased," Snow commented. "What's wrong?"
"I think she realized we're leaving tomorrow," Regina replied, "and right now, I'm debating whether it's a good idea or not."
"What sort of nonsense is that?" Snow scoffed. "You've been planning this trip for two months. Of course you're going."
"Thank you," Emma muttered.
"We'll make sure the little princess stays as happy as ever," David vowed and chuckled.
"Veronica," Emma called. "Come say hi to your grandparents. And your aunt," she added when Zelena joined them.
Veronica came trotting over to them. Her "hi" to her family was sullen. Clearly, Henry hadn't succeeded. Yet.
Regina frowned again.
"Hey, grandmas," came Lucy's voice as she joined the party. The fifteen year old was still getting taller, Emma noted. In six months, she would probably tower over Regina.
"Lucy!" Veronica said, and her sour façade slipped for a moment as she looked up at the fifteen year old. She happened to adore Lucy.
Lucy laughed as she effortlessly picked Veronica up and spun her around. Veronica squealed in delight, and Emma could see how Regina's bunched up shoulders relaxed slightly. It would appear that a dose of "Lucy magic" would do the trick.
"We would be screwed without you," Emma said earnestly as she hugged her granddaughter.
"Not quite how I would have put it, but yes, more or less," Regina agreed as it became her turn to hug their granddaughter.
Lucy chuckled. "Leave it to me to cheer Roni up. I'll be right back." and with that, the fifteen year old quickly disappeared upstairs.
"Are you packed and ready to leave?" Snow asked.
"Mhmm," Emma answered and became distracted for a millisecond by what was and what wasn't in Regina's suitcase. "Yeah. We are."
"Two weeks of sunshine and crystal blue water," Zelena said. "I'm not in anyway jealous at all."
"I am," Henry said when he and Ella came over to them. "I wouldn't mind a vacation in Hawaii."
"You and Ella are welcome to borrow the house whenever you'd like," Regina said. "You know that."
"We'll take you up on that," Ella threatened and laughed.
Veronica looked a bit sullen again as she clung to Regina's leg. "I wanna go too."
"Next time," Regina promised and gently pried Veronica's fingers away from her slacks.
"Why can't I come with you now?" Roni complained.
"Because this is vacation for just mama and me," Emma said gently. "But the next time we'll go all three."
Veronica pouted, and her little nose wrinkled. "You'll do fun stuff without me! It's not fair!"
Emma more or less ordered herself to keep a straight face, even though it was damn hard.
"What are you gonna do alone anyway?" Veronica asked in a tone that more than suggested that her two mothers couldn't possibly have fun without her.
"I'm sure they'll just do boring stuff, Roni," Zelena said quickly. The corners of her mouth twitched.
"Exactly," Regina nodded. "That's right. Just boring stuff."
"Yeah," Emma agreed. "Your aunt is right."
"Adult stuff," Zelena added and now her eyes were definitely gleaming. "Just boring adult stuff."
"Shut up," Regina said and demonstrated some newly acquired ventriloquist skills as she kept smiling at Veronica.
Veronica eyed her two moms suspiciously. "What boring adult stuff?" god forbid she should miss out of anything.
"Wine!" Henry interrupted loud enough to turn the attention. "Who wants a glass of wine before dinner?
"Me," Regina said quietly.
Emma suffocated her amusement.
"Okay, Veronica. Can you go upstairs and tell Lucy we're having dinner now?" Ella said quickly.
"'kay," Veronica said and smiled widely as she scurried upstairs.
Henry disappeared into the kitchen to find the wine, and for some reason, both Snow and David felt compelled to help him with said important task.
Regina turned to Zelena. "You shut up," she said to her sister.
"What?" Zelena said innocently. "I didn't say anything inappropriate."
"No, but you said enough," Regina said dully. "And if I hear one more word out of your mouth, I swear to god, I'll-"
"Okay," Emma said, quickly stepping in between the two Mills sisters. "Zelena, stop making suggestive comments in front of Veronica. Regina, please refrain from killing your sister. You'll regret it later."
Regina muttered under her breath, but never the less turned her attention to Emma instead. But she still shot dagger eyes at her sister, so Emma made a rather cheap shot by taking the brunette's hand and squeezing it slightly.
Regina squeezed back, and now her full attention was on Emma.
"Tomorrow we'll be far away from Storybrooke, and then you don't have to worry about her for two weeks," Emma whispered into Regina's ear.
Regina seemed satisfied with that.
The next morning they were up bright and early before dawn, and fully prepared to drive to Boston Airport. They had left Veronica at Henry and Ella's the night before, left Lady and Storm at Zelena's. By the end of the night, Veronica had accepted that her mothers were going on a trip without her. The five year old had sent them off with lots of hugs and kisses. And the demand to bring presents.
Emma was tired as they loaded their suitcases into the Mercedes, but she was fully capable of appreciating what was right in front of her. Regina was wearing a snug, black pencil skirt, a black blazer (not fit for Hawaii at all) and a red blouse. She wasn't wearing her usual, sheer, stockings today, Emma quickly noticed, and she got this unbearable need to run her fingertips up Regina's leg. Just once.
Regina looked over her shoulder and flashed Emma a little smirk. She clearly knew what the Savior was thinking.
"That skirt is shorter than your usual ones," Emma commented.
"Yes, it is," Regina nodded. "I am going to Hawaii, after all."
"Is that what's in your suitcase?" Emma teased. "Shorter pencil skirts? Or did you bring a bikini?"
"Of course I did," Regina calmly retorted. "Anything else would be silly. But I couldn't very well travel in my bikini, could I?"
"Well, you could," Emma grinned. "In fact I think I'd rather love if you did."
Regina scoffed, clearly unimpressed with her wife's "joke".
They headed out of the mansion and stuffed their luggage into the back of the Mercedes. Then they climbed in themselves. Emma on the passenger's seat, and Regina behind the wheel.
"Ready, Miss Swan?" Regina asked fondly as she started the engine.
"Yep. And that's Mrs. Swan-Mills to you," Emma corrected.
Regina chuckled. "Married or not, you'll always be Miss Swan to me."
Emma rolled her eyes a little. Certain things never changed.
"Do you think Veronica will be alright?" Regina asked as they drove away from the mansion.
"Of course she will," Emma assured. "After a week with Henry and Ella and Lucy, she'll forget we ever existed."
"I hope you're right." Regina said.
"I am. Trust me."
"When have I ever not?" Regina teased.
Emma chuckled again.
As soon as they boarded the airplane, Regina's mood seemed to change, though. Her concern lessened, and for that Emma was extremely grateful. She loved their daughter to the moon and back, but by all the gods, she was looking forward to having Regina all to herself for two weeks. With a five year old in the house, "wife to wife"-time was in short supply, and to be completely truthful, Emma couldn't remember the last time she and Regina had done something else beside kissing each other good night when they went to bed.
But in these two weeks, there would be plenty of other things. Obviously, there would be goodnight kisses as well, but... Emma tried to contain her grin.
"What are you thinking about?" Regina asked as she turned her attention away from the window and the miniature of Boston Airport.
"You." Emma grinned. "Always."
Regina shook her head.
"Isn't it pretty nippy in here?" Emma said as she rose from her seat and found a blanket in the overhead bin.
"It is," Regina nodded. "I'm looking forward to landing in Hawaii. Maybe it'll be warmer there."
Emma chuckled. "Yes, with a skirt that short, you must be freezing."
"I don't think you mind the length of my skirt," Regina said, and her dark eyes gleamed mischievously.
"You're right, I don't," Emma said and returned to her seat, draping the blanket over both herself and Regina. Then she snuggled a bit closer to her wife. "Hi."
"Hello," Regina chuckled and leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs elegantly.
For a long while, Emma was completely satisfied with just sitting cuddled up under the blanket with Regina's hand in hers, but as they gradually neared their destination, and the other passengers began slumbering in their seats, she couldn't resist to put a hand on Regina's knee. A completely innocent gesture.
Regina's hand wiggled under the blanket and patted Emma's hand once. Then she turned her attention back to the book in her lap.
Emma shifted herself a little in her seat. Stretched her legs slightly. Then she ran her fingers up the side of Regina's leg. But when she reached her hip, she stopped completely, thoroughly confused over what she was feeling. Or, not feeling. Regina's skirt wasn't very thick. It was one of those skirts Emma loved. One of those skirts that clung to Regina's curves and really let you feel everything through it.
And right now, Emma could really feel what was missing. There was a distinct lack of panty lines underneath Regina's skirt.
Emma swallowed something. Her mouth was going dry.
"Are you fucking serious?" she hissed into Regina's ear.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Emma," Regina said without looking up from the book in her lap.
Emma ran her finger up Regina's leg once more. Just to be sure. Nope. No panty lines.
Most conveniently, Regina crossed her legs a little more firmly.
"You are paying for this. Big time." Emma vowed. Suddenly, the seam of her jeans were pressing against her crotch in a most uncomfortable manner.
"Mmm," Regina said noncommittally, still with her nose in the book.
Emma bit back a groan. There was still seven hours left of this plane ride. How was she supposed to live through that? She studied Regina's face once more.
Now the brunette was grinning rather shamelessly behind her book.
Sometime later, they were sitting in a cab that took them to their destination, Kailua and their beach house. Their. It wasn't just a place they rented. It was their home.
Emma was a little tired, a little jetlagged, but still very much awake. And acutely aware over the fact that her wife had chosen today of all days to go commando.
She moved a little closer to Regina. Skimmed a finger up the brunette's leg.
Regina looked almost coy when she pushed Emma's hand away, and Emma immediately recognized that look in her eyes. The "oops, I've been naughty, what are you gonna do about it"-look.
Emma fucking loved that look.
It didn't take long before the taxi pulled over, and Emma and Regina walked the rest of the way down the beach, towards the beach house they had bought a few years ago. They've had so many amazing days in this beach house.
By the time they finally reached their destination and Regina unlocked the door, Emma was more than ready to grab Regina and carry her straight to bed, but she forced herself to patiently follow Regina up the stairs.
Regina grinned a little over her shoulder as she walked down the hallway. Emma followed her closely, and when they finally reached the bedroom, the blonde slammed the door and wrapped her arms around Regina's petite waist.
But Regina easily freed herself from Emma's grasp, stepped over to her suitcase, zipped it open. Roamed around for a few seconds before presenting Emma with a pair of furry, black handcuffs.
Oh. Emma's abdomen tightened. So that's what Regina had in mind for this night. She made short work of her boots and then she grinned and winked at Regina before leaning in and bussing her on the lips once.
Regina instantly returned the gesture and "mm'ed" into the kiss.
Emma pried the handcuffs out of the brunette's hands and tossed them on the bed. They would need them in a little while, but first she wanted to kiss Regina properly.
A few months into their brand-new marriage, Emma had sensed that Regina was... Well, definitely not unhappy in the bedroom. Quite the contrary. But she had sensed that Regina was mulling over something. Emma had spent a lot of time wondering what that "mulling" was about, and one night, when they were in bed, getting ready to go to sleep, she had casually asked Regina what was nagging her.
Regina had first dismissed it. Said that absolutely nothing was nagging her. She was perfectly happy.
Emma had shaken her head, corrected her. Said that she already knew that Regina was happy, but she could sense that there was something she was dying to share with the blonde.
Once again, Regina had denied.
Emma had been patient. And it hadn't taken long before she had guessed that Regina's "mulling" was about fetishes. When Regina had muttered some sort of vague, half-hearted answer, Emma had been like a dog with a bone. She might have pushed a little as she assured Regina that she could tell her anything. Especially when it came to bedroom activities.
Regina had flushed a little. Had tried to weasel her way out of the conversation, but Emma had been unyielding. Had warned Regina that they "weren't going to sleep until Regina had come clean".
And Regina had come clean. "Dominance." Had her short and brusque answer been.
Emma hadn't been surprised. Not really. Knowing Regina Mills, it wasn't much of a shocker.
"Okay," she had answered. "You want to tie me up and have your way with me? Is that it?"
"Yes. And no," Regina had said. "I do enjoy being the dominating part, but..."
"But what?" Emma had pressed.
And by that time, Regina was really blushing. A bright pink color. "But I also enjoy being dominated," she had said, and her voice had just been a hair away from being a whisper. And she had even looked a little embarrassed. As though she was confessing a crime and not what she liked in the bedroom.
And yeah, Emma's "oh" had been dripping with surprise, because that wasn't exactly what she had expected from Regina Mills.
"You want me to dominate you?" she had asked.
"Yes," Regina had whispered, and then she had covered her face with her hands. Muttered that it wasn't something they had to do. That she was perfectly happy with the way things were. And then she had begged Emma to "just forget this conversation, please."
But Emma had refused to do that. She had gently pried Regina's hands away from her face, had kissed her cheek while spilling thank you's, because she was so happy Regina had shared this with her.
Regina had muttered something again. Something about being tired, but Emma had insisted that they continued this conversation. She had straight up asked Regina what she wanted Emma to do to her. That was the first time Regina had mentioned the word "handcuffs".
"You want me to restrain you?" Emma had asked, and she had found this conversation more and more surreal.
"I don't you do to anything unless you want too," had been Regina's answer. "It has to be consensual and not just enjoyable for one part. That's the whole point with it."
"Hey, I'm intrigued," Emma had protested. "Don't close the conversation before we're done, please."
Regina had rolled her eyes. "Fine."
"What else do you want me to do to you?" Emma had curiously inquired, and then a bit jokingly: "Whip you?"
"Yes, that would be nice."
Emma's jaw had dropped. She had just been joking. "Seriously?"
Her exclamation had been a blunder. Regina had shifted in the bed, distanced herself from Emma. Rolled her dark eyes once more, and her tone had been clipped when she said: "It's fine, Emma. This is not for you. I respect that." With that she had switched the lights out with a flick of her wrist and a clipped "goodnight."
But even though the subject had been closed for that night, it hadn't left Emma. It was her turn to mull. She wanted Regina to be happy. Always. And she wanted to be the source of Regina's happiness.
But whipping?
Emma's knowledge of BDSM hadn't been very big, so she had done the only sensible thing. She had researched it online. Put an effort into thoroughly learning about the subject.
And yeah, some of it had scared the hell out of her. There was no way in hell she would ever gag Regina. But other parts of it... she had read many people's stories about their first time with BDSM, and the majority of them had written about how it had "opened a whole new world for them and their partner".
Emma had become more and more curious about the matter. She had no problem with remembering Regina's flushed cheeks and the way her tongue had peeked out to wet her lips when they had spoken about it.
That's when she had brushed the subject again. She had done it one night where Veronica had been at her grandparents.
Regina had dismissed it again, and when Emma had voiced that she "actually would like to talk about it," the brunette had snapped.
"Why do you keep going on about it, Emma?" she had asked. "We've already talked about it. You're not into this sort of thing. I get that. It's not for everybody. I completely understand. Can we please go to sleep now?" and then she had flicked her wrist and switched the lights out, like she had done the other night.
But Emma had "flicked back" and switched the lights back on. "How would I know that I'm not into it?" she had asked. "I've never tried it before."
Regina had become annoyed then. "Alright. Can you imagine yourself swatting me with a crop? Or paddling me?"
Emma had instantly recoiled at that mental image. Because the idea of physically inflicting pain upon Regina went against every single one of her beliefs.
Seeing the obvious wince on Emma's face, Regina had nodded dully. "Yes. Exactly. Goodnight."
But Emma still hadn't been able to go to sleep. Careful, as if she was approaching a nervous horse, she had slid closer to Regina and lightly rested her hand on her hip.
"You've tried it before, haven't you?" she had asked.
"Yes." Had Regina's short answer been.
"And did you... Enjoy it then?"
"Yes," Regina had repeated.
"Very much?"
"Yes."
At Regina's third and breathy "yes", and seeing the way her tongue had peeked out to lick her lips, Emma had been one hundredth percent aware of what she wanted. She had prodded some more. Had asked Regina if there was something she especially wanted to try. Not being allowed to come, had been the answer, and Emma's abdomen had clenched.
"I'd like to try it with you," she had said, brushing her fingertips over Regina's hip.
Regina had scoffed. "Emma..."
"I mean it," Emma had insisted. "Clearly, just talking about it makes you all hot and bothered. I can only imagine what it does to you when you actually..."
Regina had still been uncertain. "You don't exactly strike as the type who would want to..."
At that Emma had shrugged. "I dunno," she had said lightly. "I can't make a statement until I've tried it. And when it comes to you and your naked body, I'm all for trying new things."
Regina had laughed and called her an idiot. And then they had gone to sleep.
It was almost two weeks later when they got the chance to actually try it. Veronica was spending the night elsewhere, so the timing couldn't have been better.
They had begun with something as simple as a rope. In no way intimidating, but Emma's hands had still been trembling just a little when she had tied Regina's hands to the headboard.
Regina had been gentle. Had told Emma that she didn't have to do this. Emma's reply had been that she wanted to give this a shot.
And to her surprise, she had loved it.
Loved the way Regina had called her "Miss Swan" through it all. That was the "title" they had agreed on. Emma had feared that it would make her laugh, hearing Regina address her like that, but laughing had been the last thing on her mind. Regina's breathy "Miss Swan" had been so incredibly sexy it was impossible to think of anything else, and it didn't take long for Emma to realize that she did in fact have a dominant side. A slightly underdeveloped one that had never been allowed to grow, but never the less.
They had "played" with the ropes for a good while, and Emma had thoroughly enjoyed having Regina like this. Completely at her mercy. And she had been honored and grateful too. Grateful that Regina was sharing this side of herself with Emma.
Emma would never in a million years have guessed that Regina had a submissive side, but she did, and it was obvious she enjoyed letting it out.
And then she had misbehaved a bit. Had come undone even though Emma had told her she couldn't, and her dark eyes had been full of mischief and badly masked sadness.
"I'm sorry, Miss Swan," she had said. "I didn't obey."
"No, you didn't," Emma had agreed. "What are we gonna do about that?"
Regina had pursed her lips as she looked at Emma. "I think perhaps a punishment is in order, Miss Swan."
"A punishment, you say?" Emma had parroted. "And how do you suggest we do that?"
Regina's voice had been low and raspy when she had said: "I'm sure a spanking would correct my attitude, Miss Swan."
Emma's mouth had gone dry at that. Striking Regina? It should make her shake her head in a "no freaking way" manner, but she had felt herself clenching at it instead.
And even though Emma was supposed to be the one in charge, it had been Regina who had guided her as she positioned herself across Emma's lap. Had murmured encouragements and reminded Emma to soothe between the blows. Had "steered" until they had found a suitable pace.
And boy, did they ever find a pace! The moment Emma had found the right amount of intensity, it had drawn the most incredible moans from Regina. She had burned in a way Emma had never seen before, and the only thing Emma had been sorry about, was the fact that Regina hadn't told her about this sooner.
That night had ended with woven limbs and pink skin on Regina's part, and once they had "concluded" the night so to speak, she had kissed Emma fiercely and spilled thank you's for trying this with her.
Emma had chuckled a little. Had joked that if Regina ever needed another spanking, she had found the right woman for the job.
"Emma."
Regina's voice brought Emma back to reality, and the memories quickly faded as she looked at her wife.
"You are not kissing me," Regina stated.
And even though the kiss might have gone a little sloppy, Emma still narrowed her green eyes at Regina. "I think I am. And that's Miss Swan to you."
Regina lit up like a fucking Christmas tree, and Emma quickly stifled her amusement. It was difficult not to smile just a little when Regina looked like that. Giddy and unable to contain her own excitement. Emma loved that she could bring out that look on Regina's face by doing something so relatively simple as this. And even though it had been years, she was still so immensely proud and grateful that Regina had chosen to share this side of herself with her wife. This whole thing, BDSM and dominance was about trust, and it still felt like Emma's heart was gonna explode when she thought about how much Regina trusted her.
"I'm sorry, Miss Swan," Regina quickly amended.
"You know, I could almost believe that apology if it hadn't been for this..." Emma said and let her hand creep up under Regina's short skirt.
She took great pleasure in seeing Regina at that.
"Forgot your panties at home, did you?" Emma asked a bit sardonically.
Regina shifted her weight from one leg to the other. Maybe she was trying to bring Emma's hand closer to where she needed it.
"Well? Did you?" Emma asked sternly. "Answer me."
"No, Miss Swan," Regina said, and Emma noted that her voice was shaking a little.
"So why aren't you wearing them?" Emma asked plainly and hooked her finger under Regina's chin.
Regina looked up at her under her eyelashes. "Because I thought it would please you, Miss Swan."
"You thought it would please me," Emma echoed dully. "And do you think making me hot and bothered in the plane is pleasing for me, Regina?"
"N-no, Miss Swan."
Emma smirked a little as she mulled over her next move for a moment. Regina was already stuttering at this point. Normally it took a bit longer to make her stutter. She must have been wanting this for a long time.
"You're right," Emma agreed. "It's not. You didn't really think that one through, did you?"
"No, Miss Swan."
Emma sighed in mock sadness. "Pulling a stunt like this on me... I'm afraid punishment is the only solution."
She heard Regina inhale at that, but the brunette failed utterly at looking shameful.
"Don't you agree?" Emma said sharply, and that was enough to wipe the smirk of Regina's face.
"Yes, Miss Swan," Regina squeaked.
"Good. Good girl," Emma cooed. It had taken her a while to address Regina like that. And it had taken even longer to get used to the fact that Regina liked it. But now, the words came easily to Emma.
"Take off your clothes." Emma said. "And then we'll discuss your punishment afterwards."
"Yes, Miss Swan."
Emma thoroughly enjoyed "the show" as Regina took off her blazer, undid the buttons in her blouse and then slid the material down her shoulders. Emma felt something stir low in her abdomen at the first sight of Regina's red lace bra. Did she choose this especially for the occasion?
The thought completely got away from her when Regina unzipped and stepped out of her snug, black skirt and revealed her very, very naked lower body. Emma caught a quick glimpse of the shimmering jewel in her belly button, and she smirked a little. Then Regina bent slightly to remove her heels.
"No, leave those on," Emma said.
There was the faintest trace of amusement in Regina's eyes, but she quickly sobered up and said: "yes, Miss Swan."
The red lace bra soon followed suit, and Regina turned to look expectantly at Emma.
"Come here," Emma said and waggled a finger at Regina.
Regina obediently came over to her. Her nipples were already hard points, Emma noted and smirked a little. And I haven't even touched her yet.
Regina eagerly leaned forward to steal a kiss, but Emma promptly stopped her with a finger on her chin and a "Uh-uh. Undress me."
"Yes, Miss Swan." Eager fingers made quick work of Emma's leather jacket. Her tanktop. She opened the button in Emma's jeans, unzipped them and then slid them down Emma's legs.
Next was the bra. When Emma felt Regina's soft, warm hands on her back, she had to remind herself to drag this out a bit. As much as she wanted to take Regina right here and now, she knew that Regina had hoped for a little fun first. And honestly, Emma wanted a little fun first too. Anything else would be too easy. They were finally alone. Emma would be damned if she didn't take advantage of it.
Fun first, Emma reminded herself as Regina's soft fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties and brought them down her legs.
"Good girl," Emma praised. "Now get on the bed."
"Yes, Miss Swan." Regina's heels clicked as she crossed the wooden floor and lied down on the bed like Emma had instructed.
"On your back," Emma added.
Another "yes, Miss Swan" followed her instruction. A slightly breathier one, Emma noted a bit smugly. She went over to the bed and grasped the furry handcuffs she had tossed there earlier. Now would be an excellent time to use them.
"Arms up," she said almost a bit curtly.
"Yes, Miss Swan." Regina wasn't curt. She was grinning as she obediently raised her arms.
"And you better wipe that grin off your face right now," Emma added, but despite the words, her voice was definitely not harsh.
Regina immediately scolded her features into something that wasn't a grin.
"That's better," Emma said. "Good girl." Without much further ado, she clipped Regina's wrists to the bed.
Despite how many times they had done this now, Emma still had to take a moment to appreciate the sight before her eyes. Regina wearing only her high heels and cuffed to the bed. Jesus bloody Christ. Emma still wondered how the hell she managed to get this lucky.
"How long has it been since we last did this, babe?" Emma asked as she ran her fingers teasingly through Regina's folds. Fuck, she's already so wet.
Regina whimpered, and Emma could see that she was trying very hard not to move her hips.
"I asked you a question, Regina," Emma scolded lightly as she found Regina's clit with the tip of her finger. "And I'd like you answer it."
"Mmm! Too long, Miss Swan," Regina breathed. "It's been too long."
Emma nodded, even though Regina couldn't see it. "You're right. It has," she agreed, and brought her fingers down towards Regina's opening instead. "And you really need this, don't you?"
"Y-yes, Miss Swan. I do." Regina moaned.
"Mmm," Emma hummed as she lined up her finger with Regina's entrance and then slipped it inside her. Just to get her warmed up. Just to give her a hint of what was to come. Later.
"Maybe I should use the vibrator on you until you're just about to come," Emma teased lightly. "Would you like that?"
A moan was the only answer she got.
Emma gave Regina's thigh a soft smack with her free hand.
"That's... That's up to you, Miss Swan," Regina immediately answered.
"Yes, yes, it is," Emma chuckled. There was so many ways she could tease her wife. Emma curled her finger inside her and kept up the teasing for a few minutes. Rubbed Regina's g-spot lightly and with absolutely no intension to make her come. Once Regina was panting and gasping and probably skittering around that edge, Emma eased her finger out.
Regina whined a little.
"That's enough," Emma scolded, giving Regina's thigh another soft smack. "Settle down."
"Y-yes, Miss Swan," Regina parroted, and Emma saw how her erratic breathing gradually slowed down.
"Good girl," Emma said as she gave Regina's thigh a light pet, hopped off the bed and then opened Regina's suitcase. "Let's see what you brought. Something suitable, I hope."
Something suitable indeed. She wasn't disappointed. Regina's suitcase was overflowing with lace in all designs and colors, and Emma made a mental note to herself about making sure she had seen Regina in every single one before this trip was over.
And underneath the lace... Emma smirked. Regina had come prepared. There was another set of handcuffs. A blindfold. The black strap on. And the red one. A couple of vibrators. There was some rope hiding underneath the lace. And the little leather crop Regina so favored.
"I see you brought the whole drawer," Emma commented. Looking back over her shoulder, she squinted slightly when she saw Regina repeatedly opening and closing her legs.
"Stop that," Emma scolded. "You don't want to add to your punishment, do you?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Swan," Regina quickly amended, and Emma smirked again. She never answered whether she wanted to add to her punishment or not.
"Now," Emma found a more serious expression as she picked up two items from Regina's suitcase. The blindfold and the leather crop. She saw how Regina inhaled sharply, and her thighs threatened to clench again.
"None of that," Emma said firmly. "Open your legs."
"Yes, Miss Swan," Regina said. She opened her legs. Splayed herself wide for Emma.
"Good. You better keep them there. Unless you want me to bind your legs as well," Emma said as she held the blindfold up with two fingers.
Regina inhaled sharply.
"I'm going to put this over your eyes," Emma told her. "I think not being able to see what's going on is a fairly suitable part of your punishment, don't you?"
"Yes, Miss Swan," Regina parroted, but it was clear to see that she wanted that blindfold over her eyes more than anything.
So Emma promptly slid the blindfold over Regina's eyes. God, she's a vision right now. She shook her head lightly to bring herself out of her hazed state once more and picked up the crop. At first, she didn't do anything. She simply let it hover only inches from Regina's skin, watching how the brunette's stomach flexed. Emma smirked. She let Regina squirm for another brief moment and then lowered the crop. Let it whisper over Regina's olive skin. Regina immediately gasped. She was clearly expecting a thwap any moment, but Emma had other plans. Once again, she let the very tip of the crop glide over Regina's skin. It slipped slightly, and Emma suffocated another chuckle. She caressed a pattern from Regina's sternum and all the way down to her navel.
Regina moaned softly, and Emma saw no reason to tell her not to.
"Is this nice?" Emma asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes," Regina breathed.
Emma frowned. Held it for a beat. But when nothing happened, she lifted the crop and gave Regina soft thwap just underneath her breast.
Regina instantly cried out.
"Yes what?" Emma asked.
"M-Miss Swan," Regina immediately parroted.
"That's better. Good girl." Emma ran the crop soothingly over the skin she had just whapped. For a moment, she was a bit afraid she had hit too hard, but the way Regina was squirming, and moaning told her that she needn't worry.
"Have I ever told you..." Emma said as she ran the tip of the crop over Regina's breast. "How gorgeous you look like this?"
"Mmm!" Regina moaned and then, dutifully: "yes, Miss Swan."
Emma suffocated her amusement again. Regina probably had very little idea what she was agreeing to right now. Emma hummed in delight as she ran the crop over Regina's hard nipple, earning herself another gasp and the pleasure to watch how Regina's stomach muscles flexed. She ran the tip over Regina's other nipple. Another moan. A slightly more strangled one.
But it wasn't until she ran the tip of the crop in between Regina's legs, that Regina's body jerked, and the handcuff jingled slightly.
"Regina..." Emma warned. Both because she didn't want Regina to hurt herself, and because she wanted the brunette to be still.
Regina huffed out a breath.
"I'm supposed to punish you, remember?" Emma said. Her belly clenched when she saw Regina's wetness on the tip of the crop.
"Yes, Miss Swa-aan," Regina groaned.
"And how do you think I should punish you?" Emma asked and gave Regina's clit a slight tap with the crop.
Regina let out this strangled shriek and the handcuffs jingled again.
"By not letting you come?" Emma continued as she ran the tip of the crop through Regina's drenched folds. "I think that's a fairly suitable punishment for making me hot and bothered on the plane. Don't you?"
Regina's "yes, Miss Swan" was rueful, and her lips were pouting slightly. If she hadn't been blindfolded, she would probably be squinting right now.
"You love it when I don't let you come," Emma murmured and now ran the crop teasingly over Regina's inner thigh.
"Not true..." Regina muttered quietly.
"What was that?" Emma asked.
"Yes, miss Swan," Regina immediately parroted, but it didn't really help the matter.
"Too little, too late," Emma said as she raised the crop.
Thwap! This time, the blow was aimed at Regina's inner thigh.
Regina hissed, but it was pretty hard to miss the wetness that dripped down her thigh.
"Not the smartest time to contradict me," Emma said with faux sadness. "Now I have to add to your punishment."
"I'm sorry, Miss Swan."
"I hope so." Ha! Bullshit. Emma knew her wife well enough to know when she was contradicting her on purpose to get another lick from the crop.
"I think an apology for each time I bring the crop down is in order," Emma said. "Don't you?"
"Yes, Miss Swan."
Emma lifted the crop and then let it land on Regina's skin once more. Just below her navel this time.
"I'm sorry, Miss Swan," Regina breathed.
"Mmm," Emma hummed as she ran the crop up and down Regina's ribcage. She would never dream of landing a blow on an area where the skin was so thin and stretched out, but on Regina's left breast? That was another story.
Regina hissed again as the crop landed on her breast, but the way her back arched was unmistakable.
"I'm sorry, Miss Swan," she said again.
"That's good," Emma cooed. "Keep going." She couldn't resist to tease Regina's nipple with the tip of the crop and then landing a thwap on it. Not a hard one, god no, even though this was a punishment, she wasn't interested in making this more painful than pleasurable. She gave Regina's other nipple a soft thwap with the crop. Then she brought it down and let it land on Regina's left inner thigh.
"Mmm! Oh, god- I'm sorry, Miss Swan."
"Good," Emma praised. "Two more and I think you're done apologizing."
"Yes, Miss Swan."
Another lick from the crop. Below her navel again, but slightly lower than before.
"Emm- I'm sorry, Miss Swan."
"Nicely caught," Emma said. "One more."
She was showing little mercy as she landed the final thwap between Regina's legs, and the scream Regina let out at it, almost lead Emma to believe that the brunette just came without permission, but nope. False alarm. Just extreme leg jerking. Emma was glad she had been bright enough to ask Regina to keep her heels on. It really did something extra.
"I'm sorry, Miss Swan," Regina panted. "So sorry."
"I know. Good girl," Emma praised. She was still swirling the tip of the crop through Regina's wetness. She was so fucking wet. Dripping. Emma could feel her own wetness drip down her thighs, and she had this agonizing throbbing going on between her legs. She wasn't sure for how long she could contain herself. Seeing Regina like this always made her body run amok.
"But of course we do still need to address your little show in the airplane," Emma continued. "This was solely for talking back at me. We're not done yet."
"N-no, Miss Swan."
"Hmmm..." Emma mused out loud. "However are we gonna set the record straight?"
"That's... That's up to y-you, Miss Swan."
"Oh, I know it is," Emma said and snickered once. "I was asking for your input."
"Your hand, Miss Swan," Regina said immediately. "I'd like you to use your hand, Miss Swan."
"Oh, I see," Emma chuckled again. They had many (many, many) equipment's that could be used for punishment, but when it came down to it, Regina still preferred Emma's hand. Skin on skin. That was her favorite.
"Well, I suppose we better set the record straight then, don't you?" Emma asked, still making these unyielding circles on Regina's clit with the tip of the crop.
"Y-yes, Miss Swan," Regina gritted out. She whined a little when Emma removed the tip of the crop from between her legs.
But Emma paid little attention to it. That was not how she wanted to make Regina come. At least not tonight. The bed creaked slightly as she hopped off. She quickly crossed the floor and found the key to the handcuffs in one of the side pockets in Regina's suitcase. The bed creaked again as she shuffled forward on her knees and the handcuffs made a slight clicking sound as they loosened. Regina's wrist were free again.
"And we don't need this anymore either," Emma murmured as she gently slipped the blindfold off Regina.
Regina blinked a little to get used to the light in the beach house.
"Hi," Emma grinned, taking the opportunity to make a short break in their scene.
"Hi," Regina said and grinned right back at her wife.
"Color?" Emma asked, quite unnecessary really. The smile on Regina's face already told her all she needed to know.
"Green all the way," Regina smiled. "Thank you for doing this. I really need it."
"I can tell," Emma said gently. Regina had been kind of stressed lately. "But you don't have to thank me. I enjoy it as much as you do. You know that."
Regina nodded. "I know."
"Do you need anything before we continue?" Emma asked. "Some water? A moment to stretch your arms a little?"
"No, I'm good," Regina assured. "I'd like to continue."
"Eager to be spanked?" Emma teased in the sweetest way possible.
And Regina showed little sign of embarrassment as she said. "Yes."
Emma noticed how her abdomen tightened again. Jeez, Regina you can't just say stuff like that. She was so wet it was almost embarrassing. She cleared her throat. It was time to slip back into her role.
So she sat back against the headboard with several pillows behind her back and then wagged a finger at Regina. "Come here. Over my knee."
"Yes, Miss Swan," Regina said as she willingly laid down over Emma's lap. She didn't have a problem with stepping back in character either.
"Twenty spanks," Emma informed her wife as she rubbed Regina's skin. "Count them, but don't make any other sound. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Miss Swan. That's clear."
"Alright. Here we go," Emma half warned as she raised her hand and then brought it down with a slight thud.
"One," Regina counted.
Emma lifted her hand and brought it down once more.
"Two."
Emma was sure to go easy on Regina at first. She gently rubbed and soothed the skin she had just spanked. The brunette's voice didn't as much as tremble when she counted three! Four! Five! Six! And she was still fairly composed when they reached seven! Eight! Nine! Ten! But when they reached eleven! And Emma spanked the tops of the brunette's thighs, and didn't take quite as much time to rub and soothe, she heard the slight tremor in Regina's voice. The silent plead for "harder, please, Emma!" and being the good wife she was, Emma immediately answered Regina's silent plead and brought her hand down with more intensity than before as she landed the next blow directly on Regina's sit spot.
"Twelve!" Regina moaned.
Emma landed another blow on her bottom.
"Thirteen!"
Fuck, Regina was so wet. Her wetness was currently dripping down Emma's legs, and it made it awfully hard for the blonde to remember the task at hand. She inhaled harshly and brought her palm down again. The thudding sound it made when coming into contact with Regina's skin was unmistakable.
"Fourteen!"
Swat!
"Fifteen!" Regina shrieked, and Emma saw how she twisted the sheet between her fingers. She couldn't wait to make Regina come. She couldn't wait to hear the brunette scream her name.
Swat!
"Six-teeeen," Regina moaned, and Emma felt half-tempted to scold her. To correct her. "Six-teeeen"? I don't think that's a word.
But she decided to just leave it be. She could let this slide. Instead she brought her hand down once more.
"Seventeen!"
Regina was beginning to sound completely mad with need, and Emma made sure to aim the next blow at her sit spot. It was so entertaining to watch Regina sit down the next day.
"Eigh-eighteen!"
And stuttering too. Emma was beginning to "fear" that Regina would come by the end of this punishment.
"Only two more left," she told Regina.
Regina's "yes, Miss Swan" was completely garbled.
Emma gave Regina's ass another firm spank.
"Nineteen," Regina breathed. "Oh god!"
No, not quite. "Last one," Emma soothed. She lifted her hand, and with one last, thudding blow aimed at Regina's poor, abused sit spot she concluded the punishment.
"Twenty," Regina squeaked meekly.
"All done," Emma soothed and rubbed the skin she had just spanked.
"Mmm," Regina moaned. Panting slightly, she shuffled into a sitting position on Emma's lap. She hadn't been allowed to move, but Emma was more than willing to let it slide.
Emma cupped her cheek and kissed her deeply. She simply couldn't help it. She had this overwhelming urge to kiss the breath out of her wife. Regina always looked positively delightful after a punishment. All bright eyed and pink cheeked. Maybe she's trying to match the color of another body part of hers, Emma thought to herself and snickered a little into the kiss.
The ache between Emma's thighs was growing worse by the minute, and she was positive she was dripping on to the sheet. She had to end this. She wanted, no, she needed to come. But she also wanted Regina to come. Badly. That need was even stronger than her own need to come was.
And so, she broke the kiss, cupped Regina's cheek and whispered: "make me come."
Regina's eyes gleamed and Emma couldn't quite tell whether it was still from the punishment or because of the "task" she had just been given.
"How would you like me to make you come, Miss Swan?"
Emma frowned softly. That was attitude-y. She took advantage of the fact that Regina was still sitting in her lap and landed another slap on Regina's rear.
Regina squeaked in surprise.
"Less of the attitude," Emma softly reminded her.
"I'm sorry, Miss Swan."
"Good girl," Emma said and scratched her blunt fingernails up and down Regina's sweaty back.
After a moment of raking her nails up and down Regina's back, Emma pushed the brunette off her lap and positioned herself on the edge of the bed, legs spread, and feet planted on the floor.
"This is how I'd like you to make me come," she said, and she saw how Regina licked her lips.
"Yes, Miss Swan," Regina said and smirked just a tiny bit as she slid off the bed and positioned herself on her knees between Emma's legs.
"The floor isn't hurting your knees, is it?" Emma asked, for a moment slipping out of her role.
"The floor is fine," Regina assured. "Am I allowed to make a request, Miss Swan?"
"Always," Emma assured. "Go ahead."
Regina looked up at her and gave Emma's thigh a soft caress. "Will you please pull my hair?"
Emma grinned. Because it was not the first time Regina had made that particular request. "I will," she assured and silently added but not too harshly. Regina liked having her hair pulled, and that had been somewhat of an adjustment to Emma. In the beginning, she had been terrified of accidentally pulling too tight. But now they had found the balance.
"Thank you, Miss Swan," Regina said softly.
"Anytime. Now do as I asked."
"Yes, Miss Swan." And with that, Regina grasped Emma's thighs for support as she gave her a long, firm lick from entrance to clit.
"Oh god!" Emma's head instantly rolled back, and suddenly it was only her flat palms against the mattress that prevented her from falling backwards.
Regina was so fucking good at this. Five years of marriage, and Emma was still reduced to a panting mess as Regina swirled her tongue through her wetness. As she licked at her opening, drew her tongue in circles around her and then upwards, to press gentle smooches to Emma's clit.
Emma's hands immediately flew down to grasp Regina's hair, and she moaned deeply. She was supposed to be the dominating part. The one in charge. But right now, even though she was on her knees, it very much felt like Regina was the one running the show as she ran the very tip of her tongue along Emma's sex. Traced her slick inner lips, and then- gods above!- sucked them lightly. Pressed light kisses all over them.
Emma's legs jerked. "Regina!" she breathed.
Another smooch to her clit. Fingers coming up to gently stroke across the hood. Emma whimpered as Regina gradually began applying more pressure until the sensitive bud was completely exposed to her.
"Fuck, Regina!" Emma yelled. "I can't- you have to-" she couldn't finish the sentence. Who exactly is in charge here? Me or her?
Regina had no problem with understanding Emma's half sentences. She immediately sucked that sensitive little bundle of nerves into her mouth. The tip of her tongue swirled over it, and her grip on Emma's thighs became iron clad.
Emma's grip in Regina's hair tightened too. Gone was the fear of accidentally pulling too hard. Emma couldn't think of anything besides the way Regina's mouth was working between her legs. Regina's firm grip on her thighs. Emma wailed.
The pressure between her legs kept building and building. Emma was babbling. She felt her abdomen clench, but she tried to control herself. To make it last just a little bit longer.
She couldn't. The pleasure was too intense. She was climbing higher and higher, nearing that edge. Her entire body jerked, her hips bucked uncontrollably against Regina's face, and she garbled out a string of curses. Her inner muscles twitched and squeezed and squeezed as she chased her climax. The curse words turned to gibberish mixed with Regina's name, and Emma wasn't even sure how she managed to remain in the sitting position.
Regina helped her along. Regina kept licking. Kept giving quick, firm licks to Emma's clit. She eased one hand away from Emma's thigh, lined two fingers up with Emma's entrance and then slipped them inside, finding Emma's g-spot immediately and rubbed against it while she continued those quick, firm licks.
Emma screamed her wife's name to the heavens as she came undone. Her body lit up like a torch. She was burning. The fire took her. Covered every last inch of her body. Her hips bucked again, her inner muscles clenched around Regina's fingers and trapped them within her. Her next cry was slightly more strangled, definitely incoherent. Regina had reduced her to a babbling mess. Again. The amount of wetness her climax left in its wake was almost embarrassing. Almost.
But Emma couldn't care right now. She was much too boneless to care. Her fingers trembled as she released Regina's hair. She fell back against the mattress, panting and desperately trying to catch her breath again.
"Oh my god! She moaned. "That was..."
Somewhere on the floor, Regina was chuckling, and a moment later, Emma felt the brunette's tongue between her legs once more, licking up all the wetness her ministrations had brought with it. Emma moaned once more.
A moment later, that talented tongue disappeared and the bed creaked as Regina lied down next to her.
Regina, Emma reminded herself. Regina had endured all kinds of teasing and tortured. She was probably dying to come.
Emma eyes wandered to Regina's sex. She was glistening between her legs. Then she raised one trembling hand and wiggled it rather unabashedly in between Regina's thighs.
Regina hissed.
"Jesus, you're wet," Emma groaned.
"That can't be so surprising," Regina said, but then sobered up: "I don't think I can keep myself from coming if you do that, Miss Swan."
Emma shook her head. "No, no more of that now. I think I've put you through enough for one night."
Regina exhaled sharply. "Oh, thank god!"
Emma snickered as she leaned in and bussed Regina on the lips. "Tell me how you want me to make you come."
"I get to choose?" Regina teased.
"You do," Emma confirmed and grinned.
The bed creaked again as Regina hopped off of it and went over to her suitcase. After a moment of rustling and bustling she returned to the bed. With the red strap on.
"Oh," Emma grinned. "Good choice." Her energy immediately returned when she was faced with the opportunity to have Regina like that. She swiftly grabbed the toy from Regina, slipped the harness on, and then more or less tackled Regina on to her back on the bed. She didn't hesitate before taking Regina's mouth in a fierce kiss.
Regina moaned surprised into the kiss, but she willingly accepted the kiss and returned it with all her might.
Emma didn't break the kiss until Regina was sufficiently breathless. Then she moved along to Regina's neck instead. Found her pulse point and nipped hard.
Regina moaned sharply at that.
"You," nip, "are," nip, "so," Emma scraped her teeth over Regina's neck. "Fucking," ventured lower and swiped her tongue over a hard nipple. "Amazing!"
"Emma, please fuck me!" Regina breathed. "I can't take anymore! I need you! Please ju-"
Emma successfully interrupted her frantic babbling by lining up the tip of the toy with Regina's entrance. God, Regina was a vision like this. Parted lips, pink cheeks and pupils blown wide with lust.
"Stay very still," Emma warned gently. She knew this particular toy well. And she knew that it was somewhat bigger than the other ones.
Regina nodded and bit her lip.
Emma supported herself by pressing her hands flat against the mattress as she very slowly slipped the tip of the toy inside Regina.
Despite the "stay still", Regina's hips still jerked at that, but she wasn't complaining in any way, so Emma kept going until the toy was fully inside Regina.
Regina's eyed widened so dramatically at that, Emma almost feared they were gonna pop out of her head.
"Are you good?" Emma asked gently and dropped a kiss on Regina's forehead.
Regina nodded. "Just... Give me... a second."
"Of course," Emma said softly and dropped a kiss on Regina's slippery shoulder. "As long as you need."
Regina wiggled a bit underneath her, adjusted herself, and then flashed Emma a little smile.
"Want me to move?" Emma asked and couldn't resist to tease just a little.
"I want you to do more than that. I want you to fuck me. Hard."
Emma grinned. "Whatever Madam Mayor desires. Legs up."
"Still giving me orders I see," Regina teased as she did as requested, and lifted her legs, hooking them over Emma's shoulders. The teasing was momentarily forgotten, and she moaned loudly at the effect that little wriggle had.
"I'm going to fuck you silly," Emma almost warned as she began moving inside Regina.
"I certainly hope so-ooh! Mmmm!" Regina breathed.
Emma grinned. They might not be playing anymore, but she had definitely regained the upper hand. She moved her hips, slowly at first to give Regina the option to fully adjust to the toy inside her, but once Regina started asking her to "go faster, damnit!" Emma hitched her hips sharper into her, scraped her teeth over Regina's collarbone. She could feel Regina's heels dig into her skin, and as lovely as this position was, Emma had something different in mind. She multitasked just a bit as she managed to free herself from Regina's legs, and then she shifted them, so Regina suddenly was the one on top.
Regina had zero protests against that. She adjusted herself above the blonde and began to ride. Emma raked her blunt fingernails up and down Regina's body. Pinched her nipple and earned herself another shout from Regina.
"Fuck, you look amazing like this!" Emma breathed.
Regina simply whined in response. "Harder, please, Emma!"
Your wish is my command. Emma thrusted harder and faster, and Regina immediately lost her voice, lips parting in a scream that couldn't quite leave her mouth.
Emma kept the hard pace up while she enjoyed the view. Regina on top of her, slippery and sweaty. Hair curling from dampness. Little pink patches from the leather crop all over her body. Taut nipples. Emma reached up once more and plucked at one of the hard peaks.
Regina whimpered again. "Emma!"
Will I ever get used to hearing her say my name like that? Nope, probably not. Five years of marriage meant very little whenever Emma heard this. That hoarse, sex roughened voice. That particular hoarseness that only presented itself whenever Regina was good and truly aroused.
Emma could listen to that sound forever.
"You're close," Emma murmured as she dropped one hand to Regina's clit and ran her fingertip over the swollen bud. "I can feel it."
Regina's only response was to move up and down more ferociously than before.
"That's right," Emma coaxed as she firmly grabbed onto Regina's hips to help her along. "Just like that. Make yourself come, Regina. You need to. You're so beautiful. I love you so much. Come for me, Regina. Let go and let me hear you!"
Regina didn't need more encouragement than that. She ground herself down against the toy once more, her palms landed on Emma's breasts with a slap, and then she threw her head back and yelled at the ceiling as she unraveled.
Emma felt how Regina squeezed around the toy, and she raked her nails up and down Regina's ribcage. Just to make sure the brunette didn't black out completely. They couldn't have that.
For a while, Regina remained frozen in the exact same position. Lips parted, chest rising and falling quickly and hands trembling. Emma whispered soothingly to help her find back to herself again. Told her how beautiful she was. How amazing she was. How much she deserved this. How much she had missed to have Regina like this.
And then finally, with a groan and another soft whimper, Regina lifted her hips and climbed off Emma. She didn't make it very far before collapsing though, and the bed creaked once more as the brunette flopped back on it.
Emma was quick to slip the harness off, throw the toy somewhere in the bedroom and then wrap her arms around Regina.
"God," Regina breathed. It sounded more like a huff than anything else, really.
Emma snickered. "Not quite. But almost."
Regina snorted.
"You're amazing," Emma told her and kissed her bare shoulder.
"I know," Regina said plainly, but the haughty effect was entirely ruined by the way she was panting.
Emma snickered again as she slid her hand down and gave Regina's tender rear a squeeze.
"Ow," Regina complained and hissed. "Be careful."
"Your poor bottom," Emma cooed, but the teasing was immediately followed by a: "it wasn't too much, was it?"
"No," Regina chuckled. "You were lovely."
"Good," Emma smiled. "Please tell me you brought the Aloe. Otherwise you won't be able to sit down tomorrow."
Regina scoffed. "As if a bit of lotion will have anything to say about that. I'll have trouble sitting down tomorrow whether I put Aloe on or not."
"We put Aloe on," Emma immediately corrected. "Why don't you roll onto your stomach and let me rub your poor ass?"
Regina chuckled. "That sounds nice. In a moment." She entwined their legs and rested her head on Emma's chest.
Emma closed her eyes and felt how everything just floated away. This was paradise.
Regina stretched comfortably. "Mmm, I really needed this."
"To be tied up and whipped?" Emma teased.
"To submit," Regina corrected with a little chuckle. "I got rid of some stress."
"Good," Emma said and gave Regina a little squeeze. "I'm glad it helped." Then she chuckled heartedly.
"What's so funny?" Regina asked and lifted her head. "I hope you're not laughing at me."
"No," Emma snickered. "I just remembered what Zelena told Veronica about us doing boring adult stuff without her."
"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with knowing that you think about my sister while you're in bed with me," Regina teased.
Emma wrinkled her nose. "Eww."
Regina laughed and stretched one long leg into the air. "Adult stuff is right, but boring..." she turned her head and winked at Emma. "I don't know about that."
"Definitely not boring," Emma said.
This was gonna be two awesome weeks.
The End.