Note: I updated it about twelve hours later when I realized I posted the wrong file. Same basic events, but hopefully a bit more detailed now.
4
Still more asleep than awake, Cora reached blindly for the body that should have been next to her in bed only to come up short. Blinking owlishly, she pushed upright and shoved her hair out of her eyes. Thin dawn light spilled in through the french doors on the opposite side of the room, the illumination just enough for her to confirm the room was empty. Cursing softly, she laid her palm on the other side of the bed. It was cool to the touch. "Damnit," she hissed as she realized Regina was gone. She tried to remember if she'd released her from her bonds or if she'd slipped them on her own.
Her daughter could be quite clever and agile when she needed to be.
Either way, somebody had been a very bad girl. After all, Cora had laid down very strict rules the night before, and Regina simply had ignored them.
Clearly she needed a reminder there were new rules in place. Cora flexed her fingers, already imagining the spanking she was going to deliver with bare assed and bent over her knees. She flexed her hand again, smiling as she contemplated the way her little girl would squirm.
Shaking off the fantasy, she pushed out of bed and reached for her discarded robe slipping into it to ward off the chill in the air. The smell of fresh coffee tickled her nose and she stepped into her office to pour a cup, noting the Regina had gone with the dark hazelnut roast.
She was still musing on whether it would be a better reward if she lightened Regina's spanking or made it extra firm when something clattered on the ground floor, reminding her that she was no longer alone in the house.
The servants arrived at six, so they'd been in for awhile already, preparing breakfast for the stable staff as well as herself and Regina. Later, would be time for other household chores and prepping more food for family and staff through the day. Horse farms, much like armies often ran on their stomachs. They knew better than to leave the ground floor before Cora came down, and even then, they were only allowed onto the second floor with its seemingly innocent bedrooms, bathrooms, and normal closets, not the third where her office and the playroom she occupied now were located, accessible only by an antique elevator or a narrow staircase that was kept locked. If anyone wondered why, she simply explained her office was there and there were trade secrets in the files. So far no one had asked too many questions. It helped that she paid well, gave good benefits and punished any transgressions on her privacy fiercely.
Still nursing her coffee, she stepped back into the playroom and out onto the small, attached balcony, taking up a position in the shade of the gabled roof above the french doors. Her gaze swung down to touch on Regina's personal training ring where it was set only a short distance from the house and within easy view of all of Cora's rooms.
An early morning mist still hung in the air, giving everything a slight blue tint. Regina was already at work in the ring, putting a dapple-gray mare through her paces. The horse was small and stocky with a ungainly looking gait, but Regina had picked her personally for a pair of little girls, eight and ten, whose mother wanted to start them riding. They lived on the edge of town with their mother and her older sister, or at least the women claimed to be sisters, though they looked nothing alike and Cora had noted they seemed far more interested in one another than was remotely seemly.
According to Regina, the dapple might not be the prettiest, but she was a perfect children's mount, smart, steady, and reliably gentle, so despite her aesthetic issues, Cora had deferred. She might have a tight hand on most business matters, but when it came to horses, Regina was firmly in charge, and aside from an occasional bit of fussing to make sure her power was respected, Cora allowed it.
As Cora watched, Regina kicked the dapple to a lope, weaving her in and out of various obstacles scattered around the ring, her body language comfortable and easy in the saddle. She tutted softly as she noted the dark jeans and t-shirt she'd opted for. That was going to have to go. Cora preferred lighter colors, white riding pants or, when not dealing with clients, even a faded pair of pale blue jeans that clung to her muscular thigh and ass like a second skin. As for the t-shirt. No. From now on it was button down shirts with the top three buttons left open at all times, preferably collared, but she might allow a few henley sweaters come cold weather. Regina had a beautiful throat and chest, Cora wanted to be able to appreciate them through the day.
She flexed her fingers, once again contemplating the punishment for that bit of defiance. Regina's ass quivered so beautifully under the lash and she knew if she slipped her fingers between shapely thighs she'd find her slick and inviting, probably before the first spank, but certainly after. She'd had to quit the spanking while she was still quite young when she became aware of her little girl's growing arousal at those times.
Continuing under those circumstances would have been wholly inappropriate, so Cora had found other means of discipline, but she'd filed the information away for future reference.
A hint of a smile touched her lips as she remembered delivering that first spanking her girl had received in so many years and how wet she'd been by the end.
Regina flicked her quirt against the dapple's flanks and felt a tiny flick of her own. Perhaps she'd bring her own quirt to discipline her girl. That had some definite possibilities. Regina took her mount over a low jump, allowed a couple of strides, then released the reins.
The dapple came to a sharp stop and froze in place.
Cora realized that was the plan when she saw the way Regina leaned forward to speak to her and pat her neck before she picked the reins up again and went back to the training runs. She dropped the reins four more times, praising the horse each time she stopped in her tracks.
Leaning against the doorjamb, Cora made herself comfortable in the shadows, well aware of just how to position herself to watch in secret while she sipped her coffee and enjoyed the show. Her daughter really was quite stunning in these moments.
She was still comfortably ensconced out of view when she glimpsed a dust cloud kicking up on the road leading in from the main highway. She tensed, a frown creasing her brow as a white jeep pulled into view. Cora's mouth pursed into a thin line. Oh, hell no. It couldn't be.
But it was, she realized, as the vehicle pulled up to the training ring and a figure with short dark hair climbed out. Cora shook her head in disbelief, amazed at the audacity of some people.
Snow White had decided to pay a visit.
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Regina brought Granny, so named for her dappled silver-gray coat and motherly demeanor, around in a wide pivot and stared at the white Jeep that rolled up to the training ring. It was a newer model than in Snow's earlier years, but looked much the same. "Oh hell," she muttered under her breath and glanced toward the house. No sign of her mother, but that didn't necessarily mean much. Cora liked to watch unseen and she had a dozen places from which to do so.
Mary Margaret 'Snow' White climbed out, her hair in the same pixie cut she'd worn in college, her clothes just as dowdy as ever. Even her pinched, disapproving expression was painfully familiar.
"Snow," Regina acknowledged, using the childhood nickname with a small nod and a wary smile. The boyish look hardly seemed very Snow White like, but Mary Margaret had always liked the small gestures, and while she had her good side, she'd been a self entitled prat as often as not. Judgng by her expression, it didn't appear that time and her recent divorce had mellowed her much. "What brings you here?"
"I got in last night and I was hoping...well, I was hoping I'd hear from you by now, then Daddy said he saw you at the party last night, but you didn't even stay and talk to him, just ran off with your mother." Mary Margaret's lip curled disdainfully on the word mother. "I thought I should come on over and see what's going on."
"I'm not sure that was the wisest choice," Regina said, her tone noncommital. She really didn't want a fight, and if Mary Margaret pushed too hard, they'd get one. Mary Margaret detested Cora Mills and it was entirely mutual, with each regarding the other as a blight that should be removed from the universe. Mary Margaret invading Cora's territory was not likely to have good results.
Mary Margaret clambered onto the fence around the ring, and swung one leg and then the other over so she was sitting on top and they were close to being at the same height. "Regina, I know how she can be, so I don't blame you for being afraid, but I'm here now...and Daddy's promised he'll help too. Just get in the Jeep and come with me, and we'll keep you safe from her."
Regina couldn't hold back a look of distaste. She could just imagine how Leopold would keep her safe. A shudder of disgust slid through her at the thought of being pinned under that sweaty, hairy body. She seriously considered pointing out a few home truths about Mary Margaret's Daddy, only to discard the notion. The girl would never believe it and the argument would only keep her here longer. "I don't need to be kept safe from anyone." Except Leopold perhaps. "And I'm not going anywhere."
Mary Margaret pulled up short, clearly in shock. "Are you saying you're refusing my offer?" she demanded.
Regina shrugged. "I was curious what you thought my skills are worth these days, but I wasn't looking for some grand rescue." She shook her head. "No matter what you think, I don't need it." She had her doubts and her issues, but they weren't necessarily what Snow assumed them to be and in her experience, Snow's version of fixing problems invariably made things much worse.
Snow waved her answer off. "God, she's gotten into your head again." She shook her head unhappily. "How could you let her do that, Regina?" she demanded bitterly. "Especially now that I'm home and can help you."
"Help me?" Regina exhaled. She hooked a booted calf over the pommel of her saddle and got comfortable. This was likely to take awhile. Snow could be amazingly oblivious about the consequences of her bullying need to decide what was best for others. "Snow, please...just...don't."
"I know I handled things badly before," Mary Margaret admitted. "But I'm not a child now. I understand you don't love my father...even though he wants to help you as much as I do," she insisted. "That's why I know we can beat her this time. With all of us working together..."
"No, Snow..."
"But..."
"No," Regina said firmly, determined not to be drawn back into the old conflicts. "Despite what you think, my mother is not some fairy tale villain who need vanquishing."
"I just don't see how you can turn this down," Snow complained, sounding somewhere between frustrated and angry. "It would be perfect..."
"Maybe for you," Regina interrupted sharply. "But I..."
"Damnit, Regina," Snow all but shouted and pushed off the fence to land inside the ring. A couple of long strides took her forward until she was standing beside Granny. "You need to get away from her and now that I'm back, I can help you."
"Snow..." Regina began but her old friend spoke over her.
"Does she even pay you at all?" Snow demanded, then swept her hand around to indicate their surroundings. "And what about the farm? It was your father's. His family built it. It should be yours, but instead, it's hers..."
"That's not really your business..."
"Of course it's my business. You're my friend and she's not good for you."
Regina sighed softly. She really should have ignored Snow's texts. Then she'd at least have had plausible deniability that she never got them. But she'd been curious.
Curiosity had always been her biggest weakness.
Mary Margaret reached out to settle a hand on Regina's knee. "You know you can trust me," she insisted. "I'd do anything for you."
Regina's gaze dropped to that hand, then swept back up to take in Mary Margaret's adoring expression. "I suspect your husband wouldn't appreciate that sentiment."
Mary Margaret waved that off. "I fail to see what James has to do with anything. Even if we were still together, he's never decided my friendships. And now...well...all he was interested in was my money."
"I am sorry for that," Regina sighed, then shook her head. "But Mary Margaret, what you're trying to do here, it's really not..."
"Come work for me," the younger woman interrupted, and squeezed Regina's knee. "Let me take care of you. You know I..." She stumbled over the words for a moment and stepped closer as the hand on Regina's knee slid down to cup the back of her calf and her other hand found the toe of her boot, holding on firmly. "Regina, I can give you a new life, away from her..."
"By marrying your father and playing Mommy to you?" she asked, not quite able to hide old bitternesses. This wasn't the first time the girl had thought to push her a way that only benefited Mary Margaret in an effort to 'save' her.
Mary Margaret flinched. "That was a silly child who didn't understand...things..." She clutched Regina's leg more tightly, her expression intense. "I'm grown up now though, and I...I just want to help."
"You tried to blackmail me into marrying your father..."
"I was trying to do the right thing, and I didn't understand. All I could see was that Daddy could take on your mother, but, Regina, I'm grown up now." She leaned closer, her chest bumping up against Regina's boot. "And powerful enough now that I can stand up to her...and rich enough to take care of you..."
"Excuse me?" Regina hissed, dark brows rising high as she peered down at Mary Margaret. She shook her head, eyes blazing. "I wasn't interested in being kept by your father and I'm sure as hell not looking to be your property either," she snapped, and backed the horse up, breaking Mary Margaret's grip.
"Regina, it's not like..."
"Spare me," Regina snarled, eyes flashing. "I'm glad you came into your inheritance, but I'm not for sale."
"It's not like..."
"Really, child, she said no," Cora's voice sharp and full of disdain cut through the air.
Mary Margaret spun, expression twisting with anger as her eyes landed on the newcomer.
Meanwhile, Regina backed Granny up another pace as if she feared there might be bloodshed. Given the loathing between Mary Margaret and her mother, not entirely impossible. Her gaze found her mother in full regal glory, her black riding togs sleek and form fitting, hair and makeup perfect to anyone who didn't know her usual standards. She must have made a sound barrier breaking effort to get down to the ring.
"One would think you'd at least begin to suspect Regina isn't interested," Cora continued, every word intended to twist the knife, "but here you are, back again, and still begging for...what should we call it...attention?"
A muscle compressed along the line of Snow's jaw and her hands fisted at her sides. "Don't you dare..." Snow didn't finish, just stood stock still for a moment. "You don't deserve her...not when you've got her under your thumb, and work her like a damn slave," she spat.
Eyebrows climbing high on her forehead, Cora smirked, barely resisting several replies. "I know it's your fondest dream, dear, that I'm some hideously abusive monster, but if you think my daughter is some mindless little drone like you, you haven't been paying attention."
A small, inarticulate sound of rage leaked through Mary Margaret's clenched teeth and she stormed up to the fence as though she might have gone for Cora's throat without the barrier. Which was actually not as unlikely as most would have imagined. "I know what you are," she hissed at the older woman.
A serpentine smile curved crimson lips. "I doubt that, my dear," Cora drawled. "However, what you should know by now is that Regina doesn't wish to go with you."
Mary Margaret shook her head, lip curling with dislike. "She's just afraid of you. Otherwise she'd..."
Cora's soft laugh hung in the air as she nodded toward Regina. "Look at her," she commanded. "It's you she's backing away from, not me." She scaled the fence, dropping over on the other side in order to step up to Granny. Holding Regina's gaze, she reached out to pat her daughter's knee lightly, then left her hand resting along her upper thigh. "Does she look afraid of me?" she asked Mary Margaret without looking back at her.
Mary Margaret didn't respond, but her mouth pursed into an angry line and she folded her arms across her chest.
Her back to Mary Margaret, Cora held Regina's gaze, her smile blatantly sexual. "You were a very bad girl, this morning," she mouthed. "Leaving before I had a chance to approve your wardrobe." She fingered the navy denim under her palm and eyeballed the black t-shirt Regina wore. "You're going to get such a spanking for that tonight, my dear..."
"Regina," Mary Margaret broke in at last. "Come with me now. I can help you."
"She doesn't need your help, dear," Cora threw over her shoulder before turning back to her daughter. "You need me," she mouthed to Regina. "To fuck and suck your cunt after that spanking...when it's aching and you feel like you won't survive if you don't come." She jerked her head to indicate Mary Margaret. "Now tell the little girl to go away."
A delicate shiver slid over Regina's skin as her mother continued caressing her thigh, reminding her of all the pleasures she could bring. Her cunt throbbed right on cue, the remaining ache from the games of the night only intensifying the sensation. Cora smiled as if she'd read her daughter's mind, and maybe she had, Regina thought. Sometimes her mother knew her better than she knew herself.
Smiling wickedly, Cora edged her fingers just a little higher and flexed the very tips, subtly massaging and reminding Regina just who was in command. Still smiling, she idly shifted her hand until her palm was resting on top of Regina's thighs, while her fingers draped dangerously close to the fly on her jeans. Raw temptation gleamed in Cora's eyes. She wanted to push it farther.
A shiver of awareness slid over Regina's skin. She wondered if Cora was going to stop there, or just go ahead and push her fingers even higher, daring Mary Margaret to notice. She was shaking gently, her heart slamming an unsteady rhythm in her chest. Her gaze still locked on her mother's wicked smile, she spoke to Mary Margaret. "You need to leave now, Mary Margaret." She needed to get this back under control before all hell broke loose.
"Regina, please..."
Regina didn't look at her. Her entire focus was on her mother...and the growing ache in her groin. "I didn't ask you to come here," she snapped as she finally looked up, spearing the younger woman in place. "And I sure as hell don't want whatever plans you've decided are best for me."
Cora's answering smile sent a quiver through Regina had her tightening her thighs on Granny's flanks.
"Reg..."
"Go," Regina all but shouted.
Cora did a neat pivot, a smirk on her lips as she peered at Snow. "Do I need to call security?" she, asked, her tone polite.
Snow glared, but she climbed back over the fence and back into her car, though not before promising, "This isn't over yet."
"I beg to differ," Cora disagreed with a wicked smile.
Mary Margaret didn't reply, just slammed the car door and peeled out, leaving nothing but dust in her wake.
"Should I ask if you were tempted?" Cora asked once they were alone again.
Angry at both of them, Regina didn't bother with a reply, just slid off Granny's back and dropped to the ground. "C'mon, girl," she said to the horse as she rubbed her cheek and neck and led her toward the small barn attached to the training ring. Inside, she led Granny into a stall, then quickly stripped off her saddle and hefted it onto a rack. That done, she grabbed what she needed and started currying the patiently waiting mare.
Stepping into the doorway, Cora leaned against the jamb, arms folded loosely across her chest, feet crossed at the ankles. She watched the process with some degree of interest. The clients in question were filthy rich and paying handsomely, and she had to admit, Regina seemed to have chosen well. The beast might be borderline homely with an ugly gait, but she never twitched, just stood relaxed and calm while Regina worked. After witnessing the tensions between the humans, most of the horses on the farm would have been dancey and stressed at a minimum. "She seems very even tempered," she said at last.
"She is," Regina confirmed flatly.
"Good." They both fell silent for a long moment, then finally, not liking the sense of being avoided, Cora straightened away from the jamb, pacing behind her daughter. Regina didn't pause in her measured movement, but Cora knew her daughter was tracking her from the tension across her back and shoulders. Smiling wryly, she stepped right up to her and reached out, wrapping an arm around her body to pull her close. "You aren't nearly as good at ignoring me, as you think you are, dear," she murmured near her ear.
Regina's stomach muscles clenched and there was a tiny catch in her breath, but otherwise, she didn't respond.
"Poor little Mary Margaret," Cora mused through a soft, acid chuckle. "So desperate for what she can never have." She spread her hand possessively and pulled Regina more firmly against her chest. "That's you, my dear, in case you're wondering," she hissed near her ear.
"Mother..." Regina exhaled sharply. Her hand trembled gently where it rested on Granny's withers.
"Mmm?" Cora mumbled near her ear, holding on while she wrapped her other arm around Regina's torso to palm a full breast. "I could get very upset with you for not throwing her highness off the property the moment she showed up." She kissed the side of her daughter's neck. "That silly ninny takes advantage of your kindness every chance she gets."
"She was just trying to help," Regina felt the need to point out. After all, Snow would have been the hero of the story to most people looking in from the outside.
"She was trying to own you just like she always does," Cora corrected, her tone disgusted before turning soft and seductive. "You know that's my job." She squeezed the breast in her possession, kneading slowly and running her thumb over a taut nipple.
"A groom could come in at any time," Regina rasped, her breath ragged and uneven.
Cora shrugged and dropping her hand to Regina's waistband. "And all they'd see from the door is you currying a horse while I watch...provided you keep working." She'd been careful to keep all of her activities behind the cover of Granny's body. Working surreptitiously, she eased the top button free.
"What are you..."
"You know the answer to that." Cora tsked and slid the zipper pull down. "I'm using my sweet, little girl, and making sure she understands exactly whose property she is." Pushing dark hair out of her way, she leaned in and dropped a sharp, suctioning kiss on the back of Regina's neck, purposely marking her. "Mine," she said very softly.
A hard spasm shook Regina from head to toe. It didn't matter that this was wicked and dangerous and so very wrong, her body wanted it in all the ways she knew it shouldn't. She whimpered softly, painfully aware of the raw ache in her cunt where the rough treatment of the night before had only intensified the sensations, and reminded her of how much she craved that possessive, rough side of her mother.
A soft laugh on her lips, Cora slipped her fingertips inside Regina's jeans, just barely stroking her stomach. "Bad girl," she snapped when she discovered underwear blocking her way. She tightened her hold, pulling Regina hard into her pelvis and delivered a fast swat that fell mostly on her hip.
The sharp flare of pleasure-pain drew a harsh gasp and a tiny whimper from Regina and she caught her lower lip between her teeth as she fought the urge to beg for more.
"You know you aren't allowed panties without express permission," Cora reminded her and spanked again. "When I get my fingers in you, you'd better be wet as hell, or we're going to have a serious discussion about appropriate behavior." Then she thrust her fingers under silky fabric.
There was a soft, liquid sound and Regina shook, her whole body trembling as slim fingers pressed into the damp crevice between her thighs.
"Good girl," Cora whispered and stroked her fingers very slowly through slick, satiny flesh. "I want you to know I'm going to fuck you extra hard tonight," she explained as she began exploring soft folds. "Because I can," she admitted. "And because I think you need a little reminder that I'm the only one with a right to this cunt." She spread her fingers wide, laying claim and squeezing firmly. "Mine," she growled.
Regina's free hand clawed into a tight fist and the curry comb froze in place on Granny's flank. "Yours," she gasped without meaning to, any intention she might have had of not surrendering to her mother's will completely broken.
Cora tsked. "You need to keep working, dear," she teased, deliberately dragging things out and making it harder for her little girl. She needed a bit of payback for finding her nemesis on their land, trying to take away what was hers. "You wouldn't want anyone to look in and get suspicious." She dragged her index finger right over Reging's clit, holding her up when her knees threatened to buckle.
Teeth gritted, Regina began moving the comb again, the movements short and jerky and not at all her usual smooth stroke.
"You have the softest cunt," Cora murmured as she worked the soft flesh wrapped around her fingertips. "All silky...warm...clingy..." She rubbed tight inner walls, deliberately rubbing in a way she knew made Regina throb.
Regina moaned very softly, painfully aware of each dragging caress deep inside her cunt, and the convulsions that made her inner walls pulse and tremble. Weak with want, she let her head fall back onto her mother's shoulder.
It occurred to Cora that she really should chastise her girl and remind her to straighten up and keep working, but Regina sagged again her and moaned, her body language all softness and surrender and she couldn't resist the need to own her completely. She almost wished a groom would intrude and see just how thoroughly Regina was hers. "Tell me how much you want me to fingerfuck you," she commanded as she tapped Regina's clit lightly. "Or maybe you'd rather my mouth," she taunted.
"Anything," Regina gasped as her cunt throbbed violently in response to her mother's softly spoken words. "Just own me...fuck your little girl." She no longer cared if someone saw them like this.
Cora chuckled softly. "I think having Mommy protect you from the silly ninny made baby all hot and bothered."
Regina wanted to deny it, but she couldn't resist the urge to work her hips, deliberately riding exploring fingers. She knew there would be hell to pay later, but Cora's ownership left her so damn aroused, she wasn't sure she cared. "Fuck me, Mama...show me how you own my cunt."
"That's my girl," Cora praised. "I probably shouldn't reward you for being so bad," she mused.
A soft whimper on her lips, her cunt in agony, terror in her eyes, Regina shook her head. "Please," she begged. "I need you."
"Don't worry," Cora soothed, her fingers dancing. "Oh, I thought about working you up, then quitting right before your orgasm..." she admitted, the temptation still there in her voice. "But that seems a bit cruel...and honestly, I'm not sure I could let go before you've come at least once." Her girl was so beautiful when she was like this, all weak and pleading.
Regina's head fell forward and a tiny, pained sound escaped her lips.
Cora wrapped her free hand around Regina's upper chest to grab her by the throat just under her jaw. "Head up," she bit out and forced Regina to straighten. "I've always taken care of you and I always will." She mouthed the side of her daughter's neck, and left another dark mark, leaving a tangible reminder of just who was in charge. "Unlike some people." She pushed her fingers deeper, scraping them just a little roughly over soft flesh. "She will never make you feel like this," she growled, rubbing silky inner walls and dragging her fingers over Regina's swollen clit with increasing speed and pressure.
"Mommy," Regina whimpered as the forbidden pleasure flared like an electrical spark in her cunt.
"That's right, baby," Cora cooed in her ear and used the heel of her hand against Regina's clit as she forced her fingers even deeper. "Come for Mommy."
A hard tremor shook Regina and she lost her grip on Granny's back as her knees buckled.
Tightening her hold, Cora cushioned her collapse without ever slowing her stroking fingers. "That's right," she hissed. "Come on my fingers, baby."
Regina's whole body seemed to pulse and she thrust her hips into invading fingers, instinctively trying to draw them deeper and get more of the sweet friction.
Cora stroked a few more times, diving deep and rubbing hard until she heard Regina's breath catch and felt the tension ripple through her. She seemed to hang poised, her body arched, muscles taut, face twisted into a grimace of raw pleasure. "Come," was all Cora said, her voice little more than a whisper.
Ever obedient, Regina did exactly as told, her body shuddering under the impact of the rich pleasure Cora gave her. It was quick and intense and Cora made no effort to hold her on the peak, simply let it wash through her and on. "Good girl," she praised in the aftermath, holding her daughter tenderly as she collapsed, limp and weak. She pressed a soft kiss to Regina's forehead. "See, dear, Mommy knows best."
Regina closed her eyes, struggling to breathe slowly and deeply as she caught her breath.
She was still half kneeling, half lying in her mother's arms when they heard the thud of booted footsteps and a familiar voice called out, "Miss Mills...Regina...are you in here?" It was Archie Hopper, their stable manager, sounding distressed.
"Damnit," Regina mouthed, flinching at the way her mother smirked. "One sec," she called out, afraid he might come in if she didn't answer. She pushed to her feet, smoothing one hand down Granny's neck as she peered across the horse's back at the tall redhead where he stood in the doorway. "Sorry, I was just checking one of her hooves," she explained shakily. "I was afraid she'd picked up a rock." She clamped down on the panicked impulse to offer more explanations. After all, he had no way of knowing something was going on. Explain too much and she was likely to spark more curiosity, not less.
He looked a little blank, but nodded his head. "Ah." He peered down at his hands where they were clutched together in front of him and explained his presence, "I just wanted to let you know the veterinarian was by."
Trying to appear as nonchalant as possible, Regina nodded. "Oh, good." She could do this, just talk to Archie until he hurried off the way he usually did. Then she suddenly felt Cora's hands on her hips and then the brush of silky hair as she leaned in and soft lips brushed her abdomen and every muscle in her body seemed to clench and throb, including the ones deep in her sex. Her hands clenched tightly and she had to fight not to moan. How the hell could she be aroused again this quickly? She blinked as she fought the sensations and tried to subtly push her mother back. She felt the soft vibration of Cora's answering chuckle and the soft slap as her arm was batted aside. Sharp teeth caught a pinch of flesh over her stomach in silent warning.
Cora wasn't going to back down.
Regina's only chance was to try and bluff her way through. "How did that go?" she asked breathlessly and even managed to keep her voice from cracking.
"He checked on Marian and Belle," Archie explained.
Regina could barely focus on what he was saying in the face of the way her mother started tugging her still open jeans down her hips. She swallowed and braced both hands on Granny's back to steady herself. "Anything I should be aware of?" she asked, knowing the fastest way to get rid of the manager was to just get the discussion over with.
Archie shook his head. "I don't think so. It looks like both pregnancies are proceeding normally." He paused again, waiting for her reply.
"Good, good," Regina croaked as a soft kiss fell on her groin, then a tongue, soft and wet and a little rough, pressed into soft folds. She swallowed hard, fighting a moan.
"Are you all right?" Archie worried aloud and took a half step forward.
"Fine," Regina snapped and held up a hand, a touch of panic in her eyes. "Just a little tired," she added. "It's nothing." Her mother's tongue dived deep, the very tip tickling her clit. Teeth clenched against a hot rush of pleasure, Regina tried to take a tiny shuffle backwards, but strong hands found the cheeks of her ass and clung tightly, pinning her to Cora's mouth and stroking tongue. "What's their schedule again?" Her voice cracked ever so slightly.
"We guesstimate four weeks," Archie said, his expression questioning.
"Keep me updated," Regina instructed, her muscles quaking with the effort it took to stay standing as Cora continued the wicked game.
"Will do," Archie responded, but still didn't leave.
"Is there anything else?" Regina questioned, the quivering in her thighs becoming almost painful as mother kept stroking her clit, nudging it back and forth, then running right over the tip.
"The doctor also checked on Prince and the fetlock injury seems to be healing nicely. Looks like it was just a tendon pull, but Whale wants to keep him on the anti-inflammatories for at least another two weeks... I'll need you to sign off on the med costs," he added the last a little hesitantly. The meds were pricey, but well worth it. The horse was worth a fortune and tendon injuries were bad to linger.
"No problem. Just email me the info and I'll get on it." She peered at him with the steadiest expression she could offer. "That it?" she asked when he still hadn't moved.
"I think so," he said after a thoughtful pause.
"Well, I'll talk to you later...after I finish currying Granny. She's a bit stressed after her training session." The horse side eyed her as though she'd understood the comment and knew perfectly how stupid it was. She was steady as a rock and Regina was the one shaking.
"Oh, okay," Archie said uncertainly, finally taking the hint. He threw a small wave her direction. "Talk to you later." And he hurried out.
Chuckling softly, Cora continued to work until Regina was almost there and Archie was well gone.
Regina was gasping softly, her whole body quivering, her orgasm only a heartbeat away when Cora suddenly pushed to her feet between Regina and the horse and pulled her daughter into a hungry kiss that tasted of skin and arousal and wanton sex.
Regina moaned in frustration and pushed into the raw brush of lips and tongues, only to exhale a disappointed whimper when Cora pulled back after a brief second.
Cora grinned. "Apparently I am cruel enough to leave you like this all day after all." Her little girl hadn't earned two orgasms, but she'd been unable to resist temptation when the opportunity arose. She swatted both ass cheeks hard enough to make Regina jump. "I want you to spend the day thinking about all the things I'm going to do to that pretty little cunt of mine...and maybe thinking about all the ways you could beg me to make you come. Understood?"
"Yes, Mama," Regina whispered raggedly.
Cora smirked. Regina looked and sounded obedient, but experience had taught that didn't always mean much. Her little girl could be a very defiant little minx. It was one of the reasons Cora loved her so much. She stepped back and swatted that sweet ass one last time before ordering, "Now pull your pants up and get back to work. There are a lot of chores that need doing on this farm...and Princess Snow White's need to assert herself doesn't change that." That said, she sauntered out, leaving a dumbstruck Regina in her wake.
Trembling, her eyes glazed, and embarrassingly fumble fingered, Regina straightened her clothes as quickly as she could. She swallowed hard, still shaky as she went back to looking after Granny. The irony that once again, Snow's interference had put her even more under her mother's thumb didn't escape her, though if she was completely honest, her body was nothing but thrilled by the prospect.
Just as it always had been.