A/N: Sorry for the wait guys! I originally planned on updating after smut week but I got busy and couldn't even do the prompts because of that. Ugh. Anyways, I'm back after another two weeks of camping and ready to give you all an update. So here we go ;)
Also, before we get into this, if you aren't comfortable with bdsm, don't read this chapter. I assure you won't miss much. This chapter is just a filler anyways.
Several weeks had passed since Robin and Regina had agreed to become friends with benefits and nothing could have been better. They were addicted to each other and couldn't keep their hands to themselves. Every night, they had dinner together and then fucked like rabbits and the next morning before breakfast, they fucked again. They'd done it in about every inch in each other's apartments, in every position imaginable and then some, and yet there was still that insatiable need every time they laid eyes on each other and they just couldn't get enough.
However, tonight is Friday once again and that meant a movie, takeout, and their new favorite activity–sex. They're at Regina's tonight, curled up on the couch together, Robin with his laptop and Regina with a book. She had moved on to reading the Fifty Shades of Grey sequel, which Robin relentlessly teased her about. Tonight is no different, but tonight, Regina plans to use his taunting to her advantage. She has had this in mind for a while now, which is why she bothered to finish the book to go on to the sequel.
"You're still reading those books, huh?" Robin asks, nudging her shoulder to get her attention, but Regina already knew it was coming.
"Yes," she replies simply, turning the page without looking up. Her reading glasses slip down her nose slightly. "Why do you ask?"
Robin shrugs. "I just thought that you'd stop after your sex life spiced up again," he replied.
Regina sighs and gives him a bored expression, but inside, her heart is pounding. "Maybe I'll stop if you try it with me," she dares him, tone blunt, and Robin's eyebrows raise in shock.
"Try what exactly?" he asks, his voice quivering. Regina watches with a smirk as he wets his lips. He's intrigued. Perfect.
"You know what I mean, Mr. Locksley," Regina says as she sets the book down. "I made you watch the movie the other day," she adds as she grabs his laptop and sets it on the coffee table. She crawls into his lap and straddles him, her arms circling around her neck. "The morning after our first time, do you remember that? How you instructed me to get on my knees so you could fuck me and wipe that grin off my face?"
Robin nods and swallows thickly. "I remember," he says, hands gripping her hips.
"It made me want you to dominate me," Regina confesses. "And I keep reading those books because I picture us. I picture you tying me up and having your way with me and punishing me when I don't obey," she says, a mischievous smirk taking over her face as she grinds her hips against his, once and then again.
"Are you sure, Regina?" Robin asks. He sounds doubtful but she can feel his erection pressing up against her. He's turned on by the idea. "It seemed pretty intense. I don't want to hurt you."
"I trust you," Regina says. "And over these past few weeks I've been gathering a few, er, toys for us to use for this. If we don't like it, we don't have to do it again. I just want to try."
Instantly, Robin's eyes become dark and stormy with lust. "Okay. Tell me what you want me to do."
"All of the toys we will need are in my dresser, bottom right drawer," she informs him. "But it is up to you to tell me what to do."
Robin nods and smirks a little. "Okay, I think I can do that. But one more thing before we start," he says as he reaches for the remote and turns the television off, the apartment settling into silence except for their heavy breathing. Regina wonders if her heartbeat is audible as well. "We need a safe word. I don't want to do something you aren't comfortable with and not know when I'm supposed to stop."
"Safe word..." Regina says and looks around, biting her lip in thought. Her eyes flit to the basket of apples over on the kitchen counter. "Apple. That's my safe word."
Robin nods and Regina watches, mesmerized, as his eyes grow dark and stormy with lust, his face hardening into a look she's never seen before. His erection presses between her legs, his desire quite evident for her now. He looks so intimidating and Regina feels her stomach clench with the emotion.
"You will address me as Sir, do you understand?" Those are the first words out of Robin's mouth, his accent thickening as his voice drops an octave. The amount of wetness that pools between Regina's thighs because of his voice is alarming and her clit throbs for attention. "I asked you a question. Answer me," Robin says coolly, drawing Regina from under her spell.
"Yes," Regina says and nods.
Robin's fingers dig into her hips. "Yes, what?" he demands.
"Yes, Sir," she amends meekly. "I understand."
"Good girl," Robin says, his fingers loosening slightly. "I have a few more rules for you," he adds and Regina nods to let him know she is listening. "You are not allowed to come until I tell you to. You mustn't make noise or squirm. And if you disobey else anything I say, I will punish you. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Sir," Regina answers.
Robin nods and gives her a smirk. "Very well. Let's go upstairs." He stands and sets her down on the ground, giving her ass a pat to get her going. Regina scurries up the stairs as quickly as she can.
When she gets into the bedroom, Robin hasn't followed her yet, so she sits on the bed and waits for him. When he emerges, he's got one of her dining room chairs in his arms. He sets it down in the center of the bedroom without a word.
"Come here," he instructs. Regina gets up from the bed and obediently comes to stand in front of Robin. "Good girl," he praises and immediately begins undressing her. His fingers work with the buttons of her shirt and Regina watches as he scoots it off of her shoulders. His fingers then unlatch her bra and it too comes down and disappears somewhere on the floor. Next, her pants and being pushed down her legs, followed shortly by her panties and Robin requests Regina to step out of them, so she does.
She now stands gloriously naked before him and although Robin's face is stoic, the large bulge in his pants suggests she's doing things to him. Robin lays two hands on Regina's shoulder and trails them downwards, over her breasts, down her stomach, and back up again. The pad of his thumb coasts over one of her nipples before he pinches it between his thumb and index finger. He gives her nipple a firm twist and Regina gasps. She realizes her mistake too late.
Robin's other hand reaches up and grasps either side of her jaw, squeezing ever so slightly. His fingers pinch her nipple a little harder. "You're a rebellious little thing, aren't you?" He cooed, his voice chillingly calm. "What did I tell you would happen if you broke my rules?"
"I-I'd be punished, Sir," Regina answers, her lips tugging into a small frown.
"Good. And do you know which rule you broke, Miss Mills?" Robin demands.
"I made a noise, Sir. I am sorry," she said quietly, her eyes growing big and pleading.
Robin frowns, disapproving. "Sorry doesn't cut it with me. Bend over," he snaps, releasing his hold on her so that she can do what he says.
Slowly, Regina does as instructed, presenting her ass to Robin. He gently rubs his hand over her smooth skin and her heart pounds in anticipation, every muscle in her body clenched. Suddenly, his hand reels back and a loud smack resonates throughout the room. Regina bites her lip to hold back a whimper and clenches her fists as pain and pleasure courses through her. She feels more wetness pool between her thighs and Robin must sense it as well because he slips a single finger through her folds. Regina feels her thighs quiver and she does her best not to move an inch.
"You're already wet," Robin chuckles in dark amusement. "Only little sluts get wet from a whipping," he says. "Are you a slut, Regina?"
"N-No, Sir," Regina says quietly, biting down on her lip as Robin presses his thumb against her clit. She resists the urge to make a noise, no matter how badly she wants to moan. "I am loyal only to you, Sir."
Robin smirks and his calloused hands run over her ass, soothing the place where he had given her a good swat. He helps straighten her up and turns her to face him, brushing the hair from her face. "Good, that is what I like to hear," he says. "But you are a slut. You are my slut," he says.
"Yes, Sir," Regina says, resisting the urge to smirk. She would wear that title proudly just as she would the red hand mark on her ass.
"Sit," Robin says and points to the chair positioned in the center of the room. Regina obediently crosses the room and sits in the chair. "Good. You said the toys are in the bottom right drawer, correct?" he asks as he makes his way over to the dresser.
"Yes," Regina says and nods. "Yes, Sir," she says quickly, amending herself for not using 'sir'.
Robin bends down and pulls the drawer open with a smirk. Regina watches as he digs around, producing various items. He has handcuffs, rope, a leather crop, and a vibrator. Regina can't help but smirk as he picks up the items and brings them over.
"Hands behind the chair," Robin instructs. Regina loops her hands through the holes of the chair and keeps them close together. Robin walks around and secures the handcuffs to her wrists. They're tight and if she moves, they will hurt, another reason for her not to squirm. Next, Robin uses the rope and ties her ankles to the chair, spread apart so that her sex is still on display. Once she is all tied up, Robin steps back and admires his work.
"Perfect," he says and hastily begins to remove his clothes. "Do you remember the rules I gave you?" he asks as he pulls his shirt off.
"Yes, Sir," Regina answers.
"Tell them to me," Robin says as his pants come down next and then his boxers, his hard, thick cock springing free and standing tall like a flagpole. Regina wants it inside of her, stretching her tight hole, filling her up.
"I am not allowed to orgasm," she says and Robin nods his approval. "I cannot make noise or squirm. If I disobey these rules or any other instructions you give me, I will be punished."
"Good girl," Robin says. He walks over to Regina and grabs the leather crop. He plants a hand in her hair and gently brushes her dark locks away from her face as he drags the crop over her belly. It sinks lower and lower until it brushes against her clit. Regina's muscles tense but she does not move.
"You are sensitive, Miss Mills," Robin says with a smirk. "You're wet for me. I bet you want me to pleasure you, to help relieve you of that ache between your thighs. Is that correct?"
Regina nods, her gaze almost pleading as she stares up at Robin. "Yes, Sir," she answers.
Robin smiles, the crop brushing her clit again. He then lets it snap against her sensitive bud and Regina can't help but hiss as the crop stings against her soft, delicate skin. A second snap of the crop comes, harder this time and Regina bites her lip, knowing that one was a punishment for her noise.
"You disobeyed me again," Robin snaps. "I said no noises." The crop sings through the air as it comes down on her skin, leaving an angry red mark on the side of her thigh. Her skin tingles but Regina can't decide if it hurts or tickles. "You've been a very bad girl." The crop hits one last time against the delicate lips of her sex and this time, Regina knows it is pain she feels, but she doesn't mind it. She feels wetness oozing out of her, utterly turned on by the punishment she is receiving.
"I'm sorry, Sir," she whispers, her eyes big and soft. "Can... Can I make it up to you?"
"Did you just speak?" Robin demands, the crop whistling through the air as it cracks against her thigh.
"Sir, wait, I–"
Smack!
Regina cringes as a third mark on her thigh joins the other two and she bites back a whimper.
"No speaking unless spoken to," Robin growls. He takes Regina's chin in his hand and gives her jaws a firm squeeze. "Do I make myself clear, Miss Mills?"
Regina nods her head. "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry," she murmurs, looking up into Robin's cold eyes.
"Now," he says, his voice softening a little as his hand loosens and he strokes her jaw, soothing where his fingertips has made red marks on her skin. "Speak. What were you saying?" His hand drifts back into her hair and his fingers massage her scalp. Regina lets her eyes fall closed.
"I asked if I could make it up to you, Sir," Regina responds. "I am sorry for disobeying you."
"How sorry?" Robin asks, his hand stilling at the base of Regina's skull.
"Step closer," Regina says before her eyes widen. She had just bossed him! "I-I mean... If it pleases you, Sir, I would like it if you came closer."
Robin lets it pass and Regina thinks it is only because he is curious. He takes a few steps closer and Regina beckons him with her fingers forward still. When he is close enough, she leans her neck forward slightly so that she could wrap her lips around his cock and looks up at him with a playful expression.
"Clever girl," Robin says with a smirk, biting his lips as he watches Regina's plump lips close around his manhood. His hand cards through her hair, pushing it backwards so that it does not get in her way. "It pleases me that you know what I like. I may just forgive you for this."
Regina smirks and slowly twirls her tongue over the tip of his cock. She cannot work him with her hands, as they are cuffed behind her, so she knows she will really have to work to get him to finish. So far, she takes the way his eyes fall closed to be a good sign. Her mouth takes more of him in, her tongue sliding along his shaft. She bobs her head slowly to start, lips paying extra special attention to his tip. Regina swipes a bead of pre-cum away with her tongue and feels herself growing more needy down south when Robin lets out a very sexy moan.
She wishes her hands were free so she could at least rub herself, but she knows she cannot speak up and ask Robin to assist her. She cannot move either, the rest of her body besides her head cannot move, so attempting to rub her engorged clit on the surface of the chair is out of the question as well.
Regina lightly scrapes her teeth against Robin's throbbing length. He groans and makes fists in her hair with his hands. If she keeps it up, she can finish him off soon and maybe, just maybe, her services will be repaid. She hollows her cheeks and takes more of him into her mouth, deep enough to trigger her gag reflex, but she won't let that deter her. She fights back a cough and breathes through her nose as she bobs her head faster now, sucking on his manhood, pressing her tongue against his tip when she reaches it.
"Damn it, Regina," Robin says, so wrapped up in his pleasure that he nearly forgets their little roleplay. But one quiet, barely audible moan that vibrates off his cock reminds him and his hand yanks slightly at her hair. "Hush or I'll spank you again," he snaps, his voice taught with pleasure.
Regina looks up, her eyes locking onto his as she draws him closer and closer to orgasm.
"I'm going to come," he says, his voice calm and collected.
Regina acknowledges what he says by sucking harder, to the point where Robin groans and throws his head back. It isn't long before he orgasms and she swallows his cum like the little slut he had told her she was.
"Good girl," Robin says, moving a hand down to her mouth. His thumb drags along her bottom lip and chin, clearing away a dribble of semen. "I'd say that earns you a reward, don't you?"
"I certainly hope so, Sir," Regina answers as she licks her lips and moves her jaw from side to side. She's never given a blowjob that intense before and her jaw is certainly feeling it.
"Good, because I agree," Robin says as he bends down on his knees before Regina's parted legs. "Remember, you cannot come until I tell you to. And you cannot move or make a noise, or else I'll spank you again and I won't be as easy on you this time."
Regina nods obediently, her chest beginning to rise and fall in anticipation. She knew he was not going to go easy on her. He was going to pleasure her to the point of breaking, he would make her want to scream his name and squirm where she sits, posed with her legs wide open for him.
Robin starts by trailing kisses up and down Regina's thighs. She can feel her wetness ooze slowly from her as his beard delicately scrapes her skin. That feeling is her kryptonite and Robin knows it all too well. But she will not give in, she won't disobey.
"You are so wet," Robin murmurs, nuzzling his nose against her thigh. He draws in a breath and then releases a soft sigh. Warm air whispers against Regina's bundle of nerves that begs for attention and it is so starved for it that even the brush of warm air against it sends tingles throughout Regina's entire body. She bites down on her lip to contain the sound that builds in her chest, clawing to get free. A shiver passes down her spine and she is thankful Robin doesn't discover it.
Slowly, Robin slips two fingers through Regina's slippery folds. They glide easily, up and down, from base to top of her sex, coating it in the slippery substance that drips from her very core. Robin brushes his thumb against her clit and when her muscles clench, he presses his thumb against it harder and gives it a few firm strokes.
"You like that, don't you?" he asks, drawing lazy circles over her clit. Regina purses her lips and tries to squeeze her legs together. Her actions result in Robin pulling his hand away. In seconds, she feels the slap of the crop against her thigh. "What have I said about moving?" He brings the crop down again and this time it sings through the air as it comes down on her clit.
Regina can't help but let out a yelp as her clit throbs painfully, still wanting more. The leather crop smacks against her legs again, punishment for her noises.
"One more problem out of you and we will resort to a punishment worse than this crop. Do you understand?" Robin asks.
"Yes, Sir," Regina says.
Robin bends back down and smirks when he notices that Regina's whippings have made her even more wet. "You little slut. You really do enjoy your spankings. Look at how wet you are, Regina," he says as he delves his two fingers back into her sex. When he pulls them free, they glisten with her wetness and Regina can't help but smile at how turned on she is by this.
Regina watches, mesmerized, as Robin then licks his fingers clean, moaning as he does so. "You taste so good," he says, lips curling into a mischievous smirk as he realizes what an effect this has on Regina.
His fingers find that sweet spot again and he teases her clit before diving two fingers inside of her unexpectedly. Regina is so slick that his fingers make wet noises as they slide in and out of her entrance. She tries her best not to moan, or move at all, which is hard, because she usually has to squirm to be able to handle the delectable tingles that overpower her senses when he pleasures her like this. She pants heavily, desperately trying to be a good girl.
"It's hard for you, isn't it?" Robin teases, his fingers speeding up slightly. "You want to moan and squirm so badly but you can't," he taunts. He moves his fingers inside of her until he's hitting her g-spot over and over again. Regina knows she could come at any moment, but she can't. "I can tell you want to come. But we can't have that. The fun has just started."
Robin slips his fingers out of her and Regina watches as they glisten with her wetness. She doesn't think she's ever been this horny before. And when he puts his fingers to her lips and instructs her to taste herself, she feels her arousal grow even stronger as she wraps her lips around his fingers and gives them a firm suck to clean them off. Her eyes darken with desire.
"Good girl. Now it's time for the real fun to begin," Robin says playfully. He grabs the vibrator and Regina's eyes widen. Oh no... she hasn't used that thing in a long time, she knows the effect it'll have on her will be chaotic.
Before she realizes it, Robin presses the vibrator up against her clit. Regina bites her lip so hard she can taste blood and her muscles tense up so much she thinks they'll be sore for days. The vibrator hums softly as it kneads her bundle of nerves. Shockwaves of pleasure coarse through her body. She squeezes her eyes shut, willing everything in her to be still as Robin strokes her clit with the vibrator. Regina's stomach clenches and a tight feeling worms it's way inside of her, ready to become undone.
She's going to come.
Her breathing picks up and she cringes as she tries desperately to hold back her orgasm. Her heart pounds as her body wills itself not to find release. So when Robin pulls the vibrator away, Regina is thankful. Her clit throbs and wetness drips from her core, the discomfort of holding back an orgasm still tight in her lower belly.
"We can't have you coming just yet, Miss Mills," Robin says as he goes to put the vibrator away. He moves back over to Regina and unties her ankles and then uncuffs her hands. "Stand," he says simply.
Regina pulls herself to her feet and rubs her wrists where the cuffs have rubbed her skin raw. She feels Robin wrap his arms around her, tugging her body close to his. Her breasts press against his chest and she can feel his erection against her belly.
"Alright, Miss Mills," Robin cooes, his hands resting on her ass. He leans down and begins peppering kisses against her neck. Regina knows that he sometimes liked to leave a hickey but usually they were light and went away within a day or so. But now, he sucks on her skin like his life depends on it, starting from the base of her neck and going upwards. Finally, when he reaches her ear, he nibbles on it and Regina can feel him smirking. "I have to make sure the world knows you're all mine," he whispers against her ear, his voice making her eyes flutter shut. "I won't have any man trying to take what rightfully belongs to me."
Regina doesn't know why, but she loves it when Robin calls her his. He's done it before, not when they're roleplaying like this, and it always makes her heart pound, but to hear how possessive he is right now, it makes her knees go weak.
Robin leans in and presses a chaste kiss to her lips. "Now, I'm going to tie you to the bed, okay?" he informs her as he runs his hands along her sides. Regina nods and takes a deep breath as his calloused hands glide over her smooth skin. "I'm going to pleasure you again and once you are close to orgasm, I want you to tell me."
Regina nods obediently. "Yes, Sir," she says quietly.
Robin smiles and gently cups her breasts in his hands for a brief moment. "Good girl," he says softly, his thumbs grazing over her nipples as they grow erect and hard. "After I straightened you out, you've been being a very good girl, so think of this as a reward." He leans in and kisses her then, taking her mouth with raw passion and desire. His arms wrap around her and he picks her up effortlessly. He carries her over to the bed and pulls back the duvet before laying her down.
"Alright, baby, I need you to lay back and put your hands up," he says. Regina is glad she's been being a good girl, it has softened his attitude and he is rewarding her. She does as she is instructed. Robin smiles and takes the rope, tying her hands to the bedpost. "I'll remove those bonds when I get ready to fuck you."
Once he finishes tying up Regina, he joins her in the bed and spreads her legs apart. He crawls between them and kisses her thighs when he reaches them. "So beautiful," he whispers as he kisses her thighs. When he reaches her sex, he teasingly runs his tongue through her folds and Regina bites her lips and throws her head back to prevent herself from making noise or moving.
Robin gingerly latches his lips around her clit. He slowly swirls his tongue over it and gives it a few gentle sucks. Regina feels her muscles tense up as she tries hard not to move an inch, no matter how hard she wants to react to what he's doing with her. But he must find it too easy for her, for one second, he's fondling her clit with gentle strokes of his tongue and the next he's sucking, nipping, and licking her relentlessly. Regina's breath and heartbeat quickens and she arches her back. Her hands ache to shoot into Robin's hair but they are tied above her head. Robin moans against her and it rocks her to her very core. Regina bucks her hips and tightens her legs around his head.
"Sir, please, I'm going to come!" she shouts desperately.
Immediately, the assault on her sensitive bundle of nerves stops. Robin lifts his head from between her legs. "Ah, ah... I said you could tell me when you were going to come but I didn't say you could move."
"I'm sorry, Sir," Regina says quietly and frowns at him.
"I'm going to have to punish you," he says. He unties her and bends her over the bed with her ass presented to him. Robin grabs the crop and gives the back of her legs a few good swats. "Now, when I fuck you, you are going to stay quiet and you're not going to move unless I tell you to. Do you understand?"
Regina nods again, still in her position bent over on the bed. "Yes, Sir."
As soon as the words are out of her mouth, Robin is sliding into her. She buries her face in the sheets to muffle her sigh of relief to finally feel him stretching and filling her up. Her fingers curl into the bedsheets to ground herself as he begins to move inside of her. Pleasure runs through her every nerve as he thrusts in and out of where she had needed him most. She wants to beg him to take her harder and faster, but she can't unless she wants punished again.
Robin's hands grip her hips, guiding her body to move with him as he picks up the pace since Regina was instructed not to move at all. She bites her lips to contain a moan and the room is filled with the wet sounds of Robin's thrusting and the smack of skin on skin. He begins to go harder, deeper, faster, until Regina's legs become like jelly and she is using every ounce of her strength not to move, make noise, or come. She knew she was going to be sore tomorrow morning, but she didn't mind, the way Robin pounded into her relentlessly was just too good to make her care.
"Are you going to come soon, babe?" Robin asks, panting heavily as he molds them together.
Regina nods. "Yes, Sir, whenever you say I can," she says. The need to orgasm was becoming almost painful now, since she had been denied for so long. "Please..." she begs in a whisper almost inaudible.
Robin gives a few more good thrusts. "Okay, you can come now," he tells her. "Come for me, Miss Mills."
And she does. Stars burst across her vision as her entire body reacts to her orgasm. Her legs go weak beneath her and she's lucky to have the bed under her body to support her. Every muscle in her belly contracts and releases and a tidal wave of pleasure makes her cry out. Regina feels Robin's seed run down her legs as he pulls out of her and lifts her into his arms. She relaxes against him, panting just as he does to catch her breath as the smell of sweat and sex fills the room.
Without a word, Robin lays her down on the bed and climbs in next to her with a soft smile. "How did I do?" he asks.
"Very good, Sir," Regina tells him with a smile, watching as he gets settled in next to her. "Will you stay the night?" she asks.
Robin gives her a smile and leans in to peck her lips. "Of course I will," he says and opens his arms to invite Regina into his embrace. She crawls in and closes her eyes. "I found that to be quite enjoyable."
"Me too," Regina agrees. "We should do it again sometime."
"It would be my pleasure. Goodnight, Regina," he says.
"Goodnight, Robin."
Prepare yourselves... within the next few chapters, things are going to change for our dear friends and it won't be for the better. Just thought I would warn you. But don't worry, I'm not Adam and Eddy. I'll fix what I break.