Regina had spent another week trying to dull the desire she felt for Emma and placate the sexual appetite that ravished her. She was now convinced that her frustration was explicitly Emma Swan induced, rather than a straightforward need for sexual gratification. Regina had experienced this physical craving numerous times, yet a single solution to the problem had never consumed her with such a relentless intensity.
By Friday, Regina knew this wasn't something that was going to dissipate through mental resolve. It was a vigorous urge that she needed to satisfy to free herself from the suffocating lust and yearning she was inflicted with. Therefore, the Mayor spent the afternoon musing in her office about how she would make a night out of the experience. How she would make herself feel like a Queen once again. This wasn't a mere quest to be appeased, but an opportunity to allow herself to feel special. She didn't need anyone else to do that. Naturally, Emma would play her part, but it was a role that Regina alone would control.
Regina started preparing for the main event as soon as she arrived home. She opened and decanted a bottle of 2013 Méo-Camuzet Vosne-Romanée Les Chaumes, Pinot Noir to let it breathe. She had waited this long merely imagining Emma inside of her, that another half an hour to allow the wine to sediment and aerate wasn't an issue. Tonight was about indulgence and decadence. Near perfection was the threshold for what would be deemed adequate.
While the wine breathed and the tannins were softened, Regina ascended the stairs to her bedroom. First, she closed the curtains and flicked on a sidelight, then opened the top drawer of her dresser to assess the lingerie she owned. She considered her options carefully, subconsciously aiming to impress the blonde, who, though not physically, would in every other way be present this evening. There was the black teddy that highlighted Regina's toned thighs and overall physique. She knew it didn't have the support to elevate her breasts as high as some of her Evil Queen outfits had, but she debated if that look would be Emma's first choice. Suddenly, Regina noted, she didn't know what Emma's taste in women was. She had concluded, upon meeting, that Emma's sexuality was fluid. However, Regina had never garnered an indication as to what would wet the blonde's appetite. Before fear of the unknown could grip her, Regina noticed her fingers were absentmindedly tracing a red laced offering which reminded her of Emma's jacket and the panties she once let her eyes linger on at Granny's bed and breakfast. The brunette studied it, curiously. She'd never worn this garment for Graham. It seemed like the perfect attire to remove later in the evening.
Quickly, Regina undressed, hastily putting the removed items in their appropriate place, including the hamper, shoe rack, and hanger, before pulling on a luxurious terry robe over her near-naked body. With a beat in her step, she re-entered the kitchen and used her phone to start up her favorite playlist which began to resonate throughout the whole-house sound system. Next, Regina foraged through the fridge for a snack, settling for hummus and carrots, taking little nibbles. To accompany them, she poured herself a glass of chardonnay from the bottle she'd opened a few nights previously while she waited for the red to be optimal. Sitting in the kitchen, enjoying the flavors and the musical beat, Regina was content and finally smiled.
Her peaceful moment was short-lived, however, when she scrutinized the baby carrot she held between her fingers. Her primary objective of the evening came to the forefront of her mind, infiltrating each thought as she imagined the vegetable being something significantly larger that would fill her in an entirely different way. Regina internally mocked herself, placed the items back in the fridge, and her giggle at her teenage antics filled the air. After taking a large swig of her wine, her vision focused on the fruit bowl sitting on the counter. An idea overwhelmed her, and she grabbed one of the red honey crisp apples and quickly sliced it into pieces. Next, she seized the jar of peanut butter from the fridge and looked at it curiously, disbelieving that it was something she was about to consume. It wasn't an item she ate often, and it was only in the house due to Henry's unrelenting desire to be an average American child. She'd seen Emma pair these foods on more than one occasion and was drawn to combine them now because of this. She reasoned that if this was a Swan night, she should eat Swan style, albeit, the healthier side of Swan style. Instinctively, Regina reached for a knife to spread the textured creamy item onto the apples gritty surface. However, she paused and gave herself a devilish snigger. She plopped off the cap and plonked the apple slice straight inside. And out. And in again. She heard it squelch and it sent tingles through her frustrated body.
"Oh, how you need this tonight," she murmured, laughing at her one-track mind, then took a sizeable, satisfying bite. The flavors exploded in her mouth. The sweet, the tart, the salty. She understood Emma's reasoning for this simple snack instantly. Washing it down with the remaining white wine, Regina felt a warmth trickle through her body. She shamelessly licked all the peanut butter off the next slice in time with the music before she grazed her teeth over the apple's flesh, drawing its soothing juices into her eager, waiting mouth. Regina sighed heavily at the state she'd allowed herself to reach, and crammed the remaining slices into the jar, cradled it in her arm, while also clutching the decanter and a fresh glass. She set off toward her bedroom, and on her way, she activated the house alarm. She wouldn't be going out again tonight.
While she sipped her wine and ate her light dinner, Regina listened to music as she continued her preparations. She hadn't pleasured herself, sexually, in months, and she wasn't going to give herself a quick fix, akin to crossing something off her to-do list. No. Instead, Regina Mills placed a black velvet cloth on her nightstand and carefully positioned the several selected items from her special box that she had retrieved from the drawer. She scrutinized her choices which included vibrating beads, a massager, a rabbit vibrator, and a tube of lube. She wondered if the latter would even be needed; she already felt ready to accept anything that was laid out. Then again, its introduction would only make things better.
Regina drank freely now and sang to the music without caring that she didn't know the lyrics or, at times, even the basic melody of the song. She bopped her head and danced as she crossed the room, placing multiple candles on every surface. Their number may have been excessive, but for Regina, they were needed to create the desired ambient lighting and the right balance of complementary fragrances by which she wished to be surrounded. Finally, as she consumed the last slice of apple, the summer comforter was removed from her bed. She stood, analyzed the mise-en-scène, and felt everything was as perfect as it could be.
The alcohol had created a buzz inside Regina's head as she turned her attention to preparing herself for the evening now that the stage was set. In the master suite, she turned on the shower to allow the cold, stagnant water to purge, and the hot water to come through. When she removed her robe, Regina noted her nipples were erect, while the removal of her panties confirmed the definitive moistness she had appreciated building between her legs. This almost altered her plan for she was undeniably suitably aroused. However, the Mayor wanted the workday grime and stress carried in her shoulders to be released, so she stepped into the shower. She pressed her hands on the tiled wall for balance and sank her head beyond the vigorous stream to keep her hair mostly dry. Immediately, Regina felt vindicated in her decision as the soothing warmth of water flowed down her back. Taking long, deep breaths, she watched her chest rise and fall, knowing it was a sight she hoped Emma couldn't help but admire. Excitement coursed through the brunette as she recognized that everything was falling into place. Tonight would act as a cleanse. Not long from now the itch of Emma Swan would be removed from her body and her mind.
This didn't prevent Regina from provoking her senses though. Despite the fact her legs were already smooth, she reached for the can of shaving foam and lathered her left leg. While doing so, she imagined that her calf was the yellow bug and the hand moving across it was Emma's. The act wasn't just about covering the skin's surface in with a lavender froth, it was about closing her eyes and imagining Emma caressing her skin the way she cared for her car. She alternated between running her thumbs across her calves, mimicking a deep tissue massage, and playfully dragging her nails over the top of her shin bone. During her two week analysis, Regina had noticed Emma's short nails, a detail that filled her with more than just a physical jerk reaction, but an emotional one that there was hope that a scenario where they could physically connect existed in reality. She sought Emma's body desperately. She wanted to intertwine it with hers. Regina tried to clear her mind of these fanciful, lustful thoughts and shaved before repeating the exact routine on the right.
The vanilla body wash was then dispensed, and she used her hands to disperse it over her slick olive skin. Although cleanliness was a positive side effect, the intent of the action was to feel herself. She closed her eyes and again imagined she wasn't the one controlling the touch. Regina was an expert at making her hands work independently; years of self-pleasure had resulted in her perfecting this technique. Her left hand traced her neck while the right worked to cleanse her most intimate of areas. It wasn't long before her right hand wasn't moving in a manner that could be associated with hygiene; no one cleans themselves with soft, circular finger ministrations. Regina started to lose her self-control and advanced her left hand to play with her left nipple as the water cascaded down her breastbone. She flicked and pinched before soothing her afflictions with the pad of her thumb. Regina was now fully detached from reality.
Minutes past before Regina opened her eyes to search for the shower head. The concept that she was Emma's bug came rushing to the forefront of her mind once more. She was still mostly covered in vanilla foam, therefore, to satisfy this kink, what she needed now was a jet wash. With a wry smile, she lifted the head with her left hand and changed it to the most forceful setting. Never before had a stream of water on her body felt intimate. Now though, it did. It was sensual. Images of Emma in the wet, white tank top flooded Regina's mind. The fantasy was alive, breeding, exploding.
"Stop," Regina called loudly. "Patience, Regina. Patience. You know it's not as good in the shower," she grumbled as she finally removed her right hand from its stimulating position and returned the showerhead to its socket. To clear the arousal fog, Regina focused on her task of letting the hot water rinse the lingering soap from her body. She took deep breaths while she allowed the heat and pressure of the water remove as much tension from her muscles as it could. Despite her best efforts, Emma never left Regina's thoughts.
After exiting the shower, she dried herself in a black trimmed white towel, wrapped herself in her robe and then sat at the vanity. She continued to drink wine, finishing half a glass as she applied face cream and rubbed lotion into her smooth legs. Regina scanned her make-up selection and debated reapplying her face for 'Emma' or if that was a step too far. Realistically, if Emma were here for her seductive pleasures, she'd reapply without hesitation, but for tonight it would serve no purpose. All that Regina really needed to get into character was to feel something on her lips. She scrutinized the array of flavored lip balms she owned and contemplated which she thought would taste most like Emma. Cinnamon matched her hot chocolate quirk, strawberry was the hand lotion she used, while her hair reminded Regina of the sun, but that didn't have an accompanying flavor. Regina was stumped as she debated what Emma's would taste like. It was a mystery Regina couldn't solve in the next few minutes. Instead, she gave a coy smile as she lifted 'salted caramel' from her extensive collection.
Once Regina had dressed in red lace and finished the ensemble with a pair of black heels, the brunette admired herself in the full-length mirror as though she were being viewed from Emma's perspective. Her desirability was undeniable. Her body and facial features were intoxicating. After analyzing her outfit, she concluded Emma would not only approve of the color, but she'd also like the way her breasts and buttocks were shaped in this garment. Emma would respect the reserved suggestiveness of what lay below it; the body and soul this wrapping was offering. She'd appreciate the effort Regina had placed into readying herself for their time together. Regina took another large mouthful of wine, changed the playlist to one that would set the pace of her evening, reapplied the lip balm, and walked to the door. She was finally ready to play.
First, she simulated their greeting, opening and closing the door, placing her forehead on the wooden frame before she allowed her tongue to gently touch her lips. "Emma," her mind screamed. She positioned her left forearm on the wall for support as she figuratively ran the knuckles of her right hand over Emma's cheek before she tilted her neck in an offering to the desired lover. Regina sucked her digits, wetting them before they ran over the area she imagined Emma owning, kissing, devouring. To simulate Emma's pinching of her delicate pulse point with her teeth before smoothing the inflamed flesh with a gentle stroke of her tongue, Regina ran her nails down the area before using the tips of her damp fingers to bring relief. She lost a little balance as she rocked on her heels and needed the support of the wall as she continued to caress her elongated neck. She spent another minute in this phase, applying pressure to herself the way Emma would. Her neck, her jaw, her lower lip. It had all been mentally touched and owned by the Savior.
Slowly, she started to walk backward, keeping her eyes closed, running her tongue over her lips, before she kicked off her heels and fell back onto the bed. Regina maneuvered her fingers down her sides, only briefly touched her upper thighs, before they retreated over her clenched abdomen with the lightest of grazes. Her breath hitched slightly at the notion that Emma would be gentle like this with her. Progressing, she lifted her left leg, and 'Emma' deftly trailed her fingers over her calf and down the back of her thigh toward her back. Simultaneously, Regina's right hand traveled to her left breast, seeking her taut nipple. The fabric of her lingerie offered a satisfying friction, and she gently manipulated it with the side of her thumb before retracing that path with her nail. Regina was physically ready, evidenced by her hips already twitching and lifting slightly from the bed, seeking a body, a touch, a weight that wasn't there.
With increased pressure, Regina shifted Emma's hands down her sides, to feel her ribs, her contours, her hip bone. She repeated this until she couldn't prevent moans of frustration escaping. Patience was lost, and Regina's back arched as she turned her attention exclusively to her breasts. One hand would cup and massage its handful, while the other would tease with tiny movements that weren't tactile enough to be adequately appreciated through the laced fabric. Regina imagined Emma being frustrated by the barrier and that she would choose to remove the strap with her teeth, drawing the cloaking garment away in a swift motion. It wasn't something Regina could simulate, but Emma's hands grasping at the opportunity that the now exposed breast offered was something she could.
Quickly, Regina needed mirrored sensation and made little work or fanfare of lowering the right strap, and she pulled her one-piece lingerie down to her waist, fully exposing her chest. Regina, desperate to not break her concentration from the world she had created, never opened her eyes. She held her glorious bosoms so that her sensitive nipples sat between her thumbs and index finger in each hand. She played, toyed, and relished the electric pleasure she sent through her nervous system with every rub, pinch, flick before she settled into a few calmer, more methodical, minutes of fondling.
Regina's impatience became overwhelming as her craving core's immediate need to be touched infiltrated and dominated every brainwave. It was essential for attention to be assigned there, to overload her psyche with sensations which would make the pleasure she'd already felt this evening feel like an amuse-bouche to this entrée. Once again, she licked the digits on her right hand, leaving the left to keep the stimulus uninterrupted, before they trailed down her breastbone. She felt the lingerie limit her path south and knew Emma would dip her fingers into her opening to sense her lover's readiness before removing the red colored barrier, allowing for full access. Despite knowing what she would find, Regina slipped her fingers below the fabric and felt a slight flush in her cheeks at the quantity of moisture she discovered. Regina imagined Emma muttering something about her being so ready that she was dripping.
Finally, Regina opened her eyes and without much further thought slithered out of the remaining red material that clung to her body. She took great delight, giggling somewhat, in flicking it back toward the door with an energetic kick. Regina felt her intoxicated buzz starting to wane, therefore, appreciated a large mouthful of wine before she reviewed her toys and debated what she wanted to experience. Regina liked toys. She enjoyed feeling full during her release and loved the unpredictable vibrations her selection could provide. Delicately, her fingers brushed them as she finished her glass of wine. Nothing would feel like Emma, so Regina contemplated what Emma would want to tease her with. The empty glass was returned to the table as Regina ran her hand through her hair and grinned as she made a decision. Her eyes flickered shut, and she snatched her standard rabbit vibrator. There hadn't been much need for a debate. It was, after all, her favorite.
Regina laid back on her pillows, took a deep breath in excitement, raised her knees for traction and set her rabbit to a light vibration mode. Her left hand returned to its assigned breast as her right guided the tip of the clitoris stimulator to the exact bundle of nerves it was designed to awaken. The silicone surface barely grazed it, yet Regina's body recoiled from the contact. Instantly, Regina wanted to feel it again, and she repeated this motion several times, always producing the same reflexive effect. No one could hear the moans the brunette made, or appreciate the desire coursing through her, or see the impact these stimuli were having on her body. Unless, of course, you were in Regina's mind. There, Emma experienced it all. She heard every sound of pleasure, she felt Regina's heart's thundering pace, and she saw every shudder in response to her touch.
The Mayor's left hand then took control of the device and wickedly traced both inner thighs before teasing the sides of her folds. Meanwhile, her right hand focused on where she wanted Emma the most. She sank her fingers delicately into her entrance and lightly coated the trips of her index and ring fingers before she brought them to the area the mechanical pulsations had set alight. She was gentle with herself, using a touch so soft that it felt akin to air being blown, and it made Regina's heart skip a beat. Focused, Regina set her fingers in an alternating motion as though they were running over her nerve bundle. Fast and then slow. Gentle, and then harder. The technique meant the sensations were oscillating, sustaining, and even though they were self-controlled, unpredictable. She increased the intensity of the toy's vibration and brought the tip of the shaft to join her fingers, for one quick burst of gratification. Regina let out an elongated cry as her body began to writhe. She wanted, needed, no, demanded more. So much more.
Reducing the vibration back to its lowest setting, Regina positioned the curved shaft over her entrance. She moved it slightly inwards, then out, assessing the need for additional lubrication. There had been no resistance during the trial; Regina had been correct, she was ready to accept anything. She continued with this motion, repeatedly, going a little deeper each time relishing hearing her juices coat the object. Finally, Regina pushed all of it inside. It filled her, tingled her internal and external nerves simultaneously, caused her heels to dig into the bed, and she raised her hips higher to intensify all the sensations. Regina left it in place, moving it side to side while still within so she could guide the clitoral stimulator over her recoiling bundle. The exertion of the pounding heart was apparent. Regina's breathing became arduous, and a sheen of sweat not only covered her brow but also trickled down the back of her neck.
Next, Regina guided the ridged surface over her internal erogenous zone. These nerves didn't induce an uncontrollable euphoria, but they still produced a surge of ecstasy and a desire for the process to be repeated. She angled the vibration more toward the ceiling and gasped with delight as she felt the effect of the slow grind across her raised flesh. She moved it delicately, but with force, and with each forward motion she coaxed all her nerves into firing. Her left hand relented in its endless torment of tracing her chest and flopped to her side, forgotten, as Regina focused on the sensations below. Her body reacted and clenched around the object to pull it in further, to keep it in place even though her hand continued to remove it from where she wanted it most, only to return it seconds later. Regina's imagination, though, was still intact. She wasn't doing this. No. A blonde was there. She was doing this. She controlled the motions and when the brunette would feel pleasure, feel anticipation, feel waves. It was all at the hands of Emma Swan.
"Emma," Regina exclaimed, though it was close to a growl. "Please," she begged. It was then that Regina mindlessly set her vibrator to its random cycle and continued at the relaxed tempo with the same rhythmic motion. Typically, she was rougher, more energetic, but her mind concluded that Emma would remain gentle with her. Perhaps even delicate, perhaps even loving. It was in this vein that she proceeded.
The first phase was a light thump, not a constant vibration, and Regina moved to that beat, timing each knock so that it would occur as it connected with her nerves. Everything, then nothing. Over and over. Without notice, the thuds were replaced with a light vibration, the same frequency Regina had readied herself with. She kept the same pace and noticed her calves starting to constrict, and her body began to rock as it sought the return of the feeling faster than the comfortable speed the hand provided. Gone now were the tender touches and the light teasing contact. Instead, each connection was becoming forceful, more prolonged, creating wave after wave of desire. Her left hand gripped the sheet as Regina started to pant.
The pace set by the vibrator didn't change. Instead, it blended a light tap into the constant tremor. This mixture of stimuli increased the intensity of pleasure Regina felt every time her thrusts would bring the connection she longed for. The contact could only last for less than a second as the sensitive cluster sent violent impulses through Regina which would cease as fast as they'd emerged. Not that this brought reprieve, as the elongated extraction, combined with pulsations made Regina quiver. She heard and felt herself get wetter as the gadget glided within.
Erratically, the rate of the pulsating device amplified, yet the forcefulness of the produced feeling did not. Regina continued to exert herself, desperate to cling to the fantasy that had brought her here as she grew closer to the apex she sought. Emma was the one bringing her closer. Desperately, Regina wanted to feel another body, for her hands to find blonde locks to gently pull. She coveted the wetness of a tongue, the softness of lips, and the harshness of teeth. She longed for everything Emma had. She'd be perspiring now due to the physical effort her affection would have taken. Sweat would trickle down Emma's brow, it would splash on Regina's shimmering skin.
The high-frequency hum was replaced with a series of fast beats, which set a near impossible pace for Regina to keep time with. Forgotten were the slow controlled movements that agonizingly stimulated her insides. Now Regina plunged with an intensity that made her biceps and wrist begin to ache. Her oak-framed bed shifted with her every action designed to create a deeper, more robust contact. Her illusory situation was losing focus, the details starting the blur. She resorted to chanting Emma's name to keep the concept alive. It was Emma pushing this inside, it was Emma making her hold back a scream, it was Emma controlling her imminent orgasm.
The brunette was barely aware when the thumping became harder, her friend for the evening increasing pressure on her sensitive areas precisely when she needed it most. Regina's breathing was labored as she felt her toes curl. Her heartbeat far exceeded the rate at which she could coordinate the velocity of the streams of pleasure to. In, out, and in again. Regina took over, it wasn't Emma now. It was hard, it was fast, it was too much for her nerves. They were on fire, making the Mayor whimper with every, single, brief touch.
Quickly, the hard thwacks were replaced with a constant, fast, hard vibration. Regina didn't relent, despite her fatigue. She liked this setting for finishing; she knew it well. A few controlled insertions before a final forceful one would send the shockwaves of gratification through her body and mind. The very moment she'd been anticipating for weeks. Finally, it was time. She crashed it into herself as the vibrations continued to bring an overload of stimulation that could almost be classed as pain. Yet, she didn't release. There was no liberation. There was no rippling. There was no explosion.
Confused, briefly, Regina repeated her experienced movements, building back the little momentum her mystification had caused her to lose. She tilted her wrist upwards, changing the angle. The aim was not to deliver a different internal sensation, though that would naturally happen, but rather to attack her clit in a manner to bring greater satisfaction. It was what Regina needed, externally. Solely being inside would never bring her an orgasm. She worked through the rest of the fast, continuous vibration cycle trying to return to the precipice she had reached before feeling only disappointment.
She was close to reclaiming her full arousal as her toy switched to its most intense setting, combining the fiercest continuous pulsations with a frantic pounding. Regina summoned the energy to meet the frenzied pace required so that each thump occurred as she crashed it into her flesh. She pushed harder, deeper than she had all night, and screamed Emma's name as she started to peak. Regina was, once again, ready to explode. Every muscle in her body began to constrict, except those she needed and expected to. Once again, Regina prepared as she always did, for the definitive connection that would make it feel as though lightning was coursing through her. This time though, she saw Emma, she heard her soft voice, laced with a slight beg, whisper "Regina".
Again, Regina didn't experience elation. She didn't feel lost in a haze of jubilation as her body relaxed toward a state of satiation. Instead, Regina knew precisely where she was and became frustrated as the vibrator reset itself to its gentle tremor, which wasn't enough to stimulate anything anymore. Not that her nerves could presently take another beating. She felt cheated. All that effort without a payoff. Now she was just shattered instead of shagged.
Regina allowed her body to calm by taking a series of much needed deep breaths before she removed the device from inside of her and looked at it curiously. It had never failed her before, and yet here it was, mocking her, covered in everything she had to give. All the evidence that you would need to conclude that the user had been satisfied. Regina rose, sighed heavily, wandered to the bathroom, and washed all of the wasted creamy goodness from her red silicone friend. Subsequently, Regina cleaned herself, only to be interrupted as she had a fleeting thought as to why her body had been so stubborn that it had failed to climax. The experience hadn't really felt like Emma.
Regina had a bounce in her step as she trotted back to the bedroom before she perched herself on the edge of the bed. She consumed another glass of wine as she let her mind forget the disappointment and equilibrate her brain to prepare for Emma's touch. The music was still blaring, though Regina hadn't noticed it in nearly an hour. She returned her glass on the bedside table and grabbed the salted-caramel Chapstick that lay there. Tasting it created a version of Emma that immediately ignited her desire, increased her arousal, and unsurprisingly made Regina flinch as her calmed nerves started to ignite once more. Just as she was about to lie down, a thought trundled into her mind as to an object she would want Emma to use, something that would differentiate this encounter from any other fantasy Regina had conducted previously. She walked to the closet and pulled out the box of miscellaneous items that contained the one she needed. A long ago forgotten possession of Graham's that she had accidentally on purpose never returned. A pair of handcuffs.
Regina tossed the key onto the crowded nightstand and settle once more on the bed. A devilish giggle resonated through her as she tightened the metal around her left wrist and then attached it to the bedpost. Yes, Regina thought, the chainsaw tree-hacking Emma would have this kink. She'd love this dominance, and Regina was mentally prepared to give that to her at this moment. Regina liked the idea of letting Emma control, guide, and dictate. It wasn't something Regina had done before as she thrived on power, control, and possession. The mere thought of giving that over to Emma made her heart beat perceptively harder and faster. She closed her eyes as the anticipation of what was to come inundated everything.
Regina began her slow tease, imagining Emma mounting her, their naked bodies connecting, their breasts touching, Emma's knee shuffling her legs wide. Regina started by running her nails down her bound left arm, bringing attention to the control Emma had. It was gentle, almost akin to a tickle as the sensation traveled across her collarbone and up her neck and into the offered mouth. Regina sucked her fingers, playing with them as she oscillated the tip of her tongue across them. Her hips flinched. Her previous readiness was quickening this journey. Regina took her time though; she was enjoying the torment, the dream, the Emma Swan she had created.
She watched her chest rise and fall expressively as she drew circles between her breasts, never allowing the touch to occur that she craved. Instinctively, she moved with the traveling hand, feeling the restraint of the bondage and it sent a clear image of the Sheriff through her mind. Regina knew if Emma had her like this, she would take her time. She would gather a nipple in her warm mouth, using a hand to provoke the other while her side would be stroked with the remaining fingers, confusing her brain with which sensation she should focus on. However, Regina didn't need to relive the joys of foreplay. Her core was quivering. It was desperate.
Regina never let her damp fingers leave her flesh as they moved to her most private of areas. Their mission was to assess the readiness of her sex, its desire for Emma Swan to touch it, to let her be inside and have access to everything. Analogous to earlier, Regina found her fingers were covered in a sheen of her inner juices without penetration. She gave her bundle of nerves a quick flick with her thumb as it passed, sending a flurry of electricity through her that made her cry with an incomprehensible moan. She fought against her restraints to find that touch again, but somehow Regina refrained from giving herself that satisfaction, knowing Emma would now be grinning and purposefully extending this moment to torment her captive. She imagined Emma licking her fingers, showing Regina a smirk at the taste. She'd move in for a deep kiss so Regina could taste herself and the brunette simulated this by placing the tips of her fingers in her mouth and in an unsynchronized manner, moving them up and down as Regina hunted for their flavor.
All contact was lost, and Regina felt nothing but the cool air of her ceiling fan circulate over her impatient, coveting, hypersensitive body. Suddenly and delicately, Regina's digits returned, traversing her hip bone before they brushed by her hidden bundle before resting on her folds. Coating her fingers once more, Regina tested the opening and knew two fingers would be welcomed effortlessly. She was still as she entered, appreciating the warmth. The tips of her fingers instinctively went to the rougher flesh and began to dance over it. With a movement mimicking running, Regina left her fingers there, working, building. She adjusted herself quickly, seeking the required angle so that the tip of her thumb could tease her hooded nerves with the same rhythm. When she had the presence of mind, she alternated between using the tip for delicate touches and the nail for an occasional surge of desire. It was relentless. "Yes," Regina cried. This finally felt like Emma. This felt like a journey to the precipice that the car-washing, sword-wielding woman would take her on.
It wasn't long before Regina's left wrist felt the burn from constant friction as she fought against the restrictive metal in her reflexive attempt to increase the pressure received from her stimulating fingers. Regina was an expert at this; never giving herself something too fast, or overriding the natural instincts that would make most succumb. As a result, the touches remained light and soft, despite her body's desire for greater contact. That was only applicable until her senses were overloaded, until all her cognitive faculties were focused on a sole purpose. Liberation. Eruption. Elation.
Regina did not understand. She had expertly done everything her body usually needed and responded to. She worked her nerves sensibly and relentlessly. She provided alternating sensations that made her recoil, that forced her brain to moan and scream with pleasure. She was relaxed, she wasn't pushing herself to feel or do anything. She expected her body would appreciate the tenderness she was applying as opposed to the unyielding vibrations she had subjected it to earlier and react appreciatively. Her index and middle finger never ceased in their internal dance, teasing, stimulating, trying to bring Regina closer. She flicked her thumb hard, hoping once again for that final moment that would make her quiver, producing a blanket of cascading joy. Yet, it didn't happen.
The notion that it was Emma bringing her these stimuli had faded. She couldn't imagine having her hair to grip onto, or the feel her tongue, with its wetness, its tenderness, and its unpredictability. Regina could successfully concoct how Emma's body would feel against hers. She couldn't visualize her reaction when she ran her heels down her back. She couldn't create a realistic version of events where she was the one giving.
At this realization, Regina's eyes flew open while she extracted her fingers and flopped her hand by her side. A flurry of thoughts circulated in her mind, the most prominent one being that Emma didn't work as a fantasy. Regina began to understand that with Emma it needed to be real. More than imagination would be required for a satisfying experience. She quickly made a mental list of what she had missed as her evening had progressed. The flavors of Emma's sweat, skin, and saliva. The sight of Emma's delectable breasts, dancing eyes, and defined muscles. The sounds of Emma's rapid breathing, racing heart, and requesting cries. These combined with the ability to admire, worship, and relish all of Emma were all non-negotiable prerequisites. Otherwise, gratification with Emma would never be possible.
These thoughts perplexed the Mayor greatly. Emma was meant to just be a vehicle to the obtainment of pleasure, not a notion who would enter her subconscious and evolve into a person. A goal of this evening had been to rid herself of her Emma Swan infatuation, yet in the aftermath, Emma was now more ingrained into Regina's soul than ever before.
To distance herself from these surfacing feelings, Regina initiated the process of removing all evidence of the evening. Inescapably though, she curiously thought of Emma as she showered, leaving her head under the stream for longer than any rinsing process could ever require. Following which, the candles were extinguished, her toys cleaned and put away, and the lingerie and heels were removed from the floor. The remaining wine was consumed at a sipping pace as she sat on her bed, nibbling on another apple and the crunchy peanut butter. Regina's romantic night of her feeling like a Queen didn't end in glory, but rather in her leaning against her headboard contemplating, for hours, her true feelings the Sheriff of Storybrooke.
From her phone, Regina set the music to an acoustic mix before she opened the messaging app. Regina had determined that she was perhaps seeking companionship, rather than something more intimate and exchanging a few lines of meaningless text would quieten her troubled mind. Her thumbs hovered over the keyboard debating what, if anything, she could say to Emma that wouldn't raise the suspicion of an uncharacteristic exchange. Seeking inspiration, Regina started to scroll through their previous interactions. They were mundane, to say the least. It was merely simple dialogue either about town-related business or organizing visits with Henry. There was nothing to indicate that Emma had ever thought of Regina in any way other than a colleague or a co-parent. Realizing that Emma had never expressed anything, even subtextually, Regina felt her heart dip. She'd had wanted to find evidence that this wasn't one-sided.
She almost tossed the phone away in frustration as she reevaluated messages sent just before she'd noticed Emma at the carwash when Regina spotted something. Emojis. Until three weeks ago, their texts had been plain, until, suddenly, Emma had been the first to use 😊. The faces began to vary about a week after that and now consistently included a winking face. Regina had even reciprocated the gesture. How had she not appreciated this shift in their communications previously? Regina took this to mean they were becoming friends. Without consideration, she typed and sent a text that read, "Goodnight, Emma. 😊". Even though she didn't expect a reply, Regina placed the phone on her nightstand and stared at it until her drunk brain forced her to sleep.
With her subconscious full of Emma Swan, Regina Mills had the most peaceful night's sleep she'd experienced in nearly two years.
