((A/N: Super long and smutty update for all of you! I'll go to church now...))
The taxi ride back to the beach house was silent. Regina kept shooting Emma glances, but Emma refused to look at her. This was first phase of the punishment. Never looking at Regina. She knew that it was probably driving Regina insane, and insane was exactly what Emma wanted her wife to be right now. Oh yes, she had such plans for Regina tonight. And they consisted of a pair of handcuffs, and Emma's rightful title. Sheriff Swan.
Emma felt how something warm sizzled down her spine when she thought of what was to come.
"Are you not gonna talk to me?" Regina asked quietly.
"Nope," Emma said plainly, and then, leaning in so the driver couldn't hear her: "You're under arrest. You're not allowed to talk to the sheriff."
She took great pleasure in seeing Regina's eyes widen at that. The brunette looked as though she had several questions, but Emma just shook her head firmly once and gave Regina's wrist a little squeeze. A harder one than she normally would.
Regina inhaled a little too sharply at that, and Emma noted how her wife crossed her legs a little more firmly than what could be considered a nonchalant gesture. No doubt Regina was riled up, and Emma couldn't be more satisfied.
She squeezed Regina's wrist again and heard Regina inhale a second time. Emma almost chuckled. Regina was always delightfully easy to rile up when she had had a little bit to drink.
Emma leaned back in the seat and felt how her nipples slowly began to harden inside her bra. Regina wasn't the only one who was looking forward to what was to come. Next to her, Regina huffed, and Emma smirked before she could stop herself. She knew exactly what this silence was doing to her wife. Regina was probably going mad with anticipation, and Emma found that to be ever so delightful. It had been a while since they had last put Emma's sheriff-title to good use, but tonight they were gonna make up for that. Tonight, Emma was going to have a grand old time torturing her wife in the sweetest way possible.
Just to make sure Regina knew that, Emma put a hand on her wife's thigh. Quite the innocent touch, really, but she still saw how Regina's shoulders tightened.
How about that? Emma smugly thought to herself. The roles had been switched, and now Regina was the one who had to endure being touched in public. Payback's a bitch, Madam Mayor.
She saw how Regina took a deeper breath than necessary, and Emma grinned again.
Emma couldn't leave the cab soon enough when it pulled up in front of the beach house, but she still made sure to exit the car with grace and elegance. Now was not the time for being clumsy and potentially making Regina laugh. In fact, making Regina laugh was just about the last thing Emma wanted to do. I'd prefer to make her moan, and as loud as possible.
She waited until the cab disappeared around a corner, and then she once again turned her attention to Regina. She grabbed both of her wife's wrists and held them together behind Regina's back.
"You're manhandling me, Em-ma," Regina drawled.
"That's Sheriff Swan to you. And I wouldn't be as smug if I were you. Public indecency is a very serious crime, Madam Mayor," Emma said and made sure to keep her voice steely and hard.
"Oh?" Regina said and clearly did her best not to cackle as Emma dragged her towards the beach house. "Am I under arrest, Em- Sheriff Swan?"
"Yes. That's exactly what you are. Glad you're catching along so quickly," Emma said and maintained her grip on Regina's wrists with her left hand as she opened the front door with her right. She gave Regina a little shove as they went inside.
Emma didn't bother with switching on the light inside, and once she turned around to lock the door, she warned: "I'm going to let go of your wrists now, but you better keep your hands behind your back. Is that clear?"
"Yes."
Emma immediately gave Regina's wrists another squeeze. "With a little more respect than that."
"It's clear, Sheriff Swan. I shan't move an inch," Regina said, and even though Emma could still hear the amusement bubbling beneath the surface, she could hear something else in Regina's voice as well. Something thicker and rougher. No doubt Regina was finally starting to take this seriously.
"Good," Emma said curtly as she very slowly loosened her grip on Regina's wrists. "I'm watching you." And she did. Even though she was in the process of locking the door to their little beach house, she still made sure to look back at Regina every so often. And she liked what she saw! Regina was standing completely still with her hands behind her back, and Emma spend longer time on locking the door than what she normally would. Seeing how Regina's shoulders moved up and down as she breathed shallowly, was enough to make Emma keep dawdling just a little.
But finally, she twisted the key one last time in the lock and turned around. Without hesitation, she gripped Regina's wrists and squeezed, and she reveled in the little gasp coming from Regina. Clearly, she hadn't been prepared for that.
"Now," Emma said. "I want you to go upstairs and wait for me. I want you to be facing the wall and have your palms placed flatly against the wall when I come into the bedroom. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Sheriff Swan."
"Good girl," Emma said and released the pressure on Regina's wrist. She gave her wife another little shove towards the stairs. "Off you go then. Hurry up. If you're not facing the wall when I get upstairs, I'll have to punish you for it."
As pulled by a string, Regina immediately went up the stairs. Emma watched as she walked upstairs, and the blonde kept lurking by the staircase until she couldn't hear Regina's footsteps anymore. She grinned a little. She didn't for one minute doubt that Regina was gonna do as requested.
Emma nonchalantly walked around in the kitchen as she silently debated how long she was going to make Regina wait for her. She knew that the anticipation was half of the fun in this little game, and the idea that Regina was facing the wall and had her hands planted on the wall while she was waiting, was enough to make Emma feel half-dizzy with need already. She wanted to fuck her wife as much as she wanted to torture her with some sweet teasing.
Emma looked down at herself. She couldn't very well be the stern Sheriff Swan while she was wearing this yellow sundress, could she?
No. No, of course she couldn't. Maybe that was what had made Regina laugh in the first place, and seeing as Emma wouldn't tolerate any laughing tonight, she would have to change her clothes.
And so Emma strolled into the spare bathroom where she found their extra bag of clothes. The one they always brought with them in case they would run into bad weather. Emma rummaged through it until she found what she was looking for. Her black jeans. Her white tanktop. Her red leather jacket. And her Sheriff star. The blonde grinned. Now she was ready to play this game with Regina.
Emma made sure to take her sweet time in undressing and changing her clothes. Before she even put any clothes on, she gave herself an extra spray with that spicy perfume she didn't wear very often, but she knew that Regina loved. She brushed her long blonde hair until it shone. She even considered to tie it back in a ponytail but decided against it. She knew Regina loved when she wore her hair down.
Then she pulled the yellow sundress over her head and traded it for her tight tanktop and her black jeans. The clothes was a little bit too warm for this climate, but what the hell. She could survive. And- she smirked slightly- it was for a very good cause. She fastened the golden sheriff star in the waistband of her jeans, and then she shrugged on her red leather jacket. Now she wasn't just a woman on holiday. Now Sheriff Swan was staring back at her in the mirror. Emma smirked, and her reflection did the same. Now she was ready to go upstairs and punish her "prisoner".
She left the bathroom and went up the stairs. The door to the bedroom was closed, and Emma grinned a little. She hadn't asked Regina to do that, but clearly, the brunette had been smart enough to work that out herself.
Emma pushed the door open, and her grin widened at what she saw. Regina was standing with her back to Emma. Facing the wall and with her palms against the white surface, exactly like Emma had ordered her to. It could have been an obedient gesture. Almost. If it hadn't been for the fact that Regina was repeatedly squeezing her legs together. Emma had not told her to do that.
"Stop that!" Emma barked. "Or do you want me to handcuff you?"
"No, Sheriff Swan," Regina said immediately.
Emma suppressed another grin. She knew that the real answer to that question was exactly the opposite, but Regina was smart enough to play along. Emma licked her lips. Later though. Later she would have absolutely no problem with handcuffing her wife.
She crossed the floor and walked over to Regina. "Spread your legs," she demanded.
Regina snickered as she moved an inch away from the wall and turned her head. "Already, Sheriff? Well, that certainly didn't take l-"
"Back up against the wall right now!" Emma demanded. "Turn around and place your hands on the wall!"
Regina did as she was asked, and the deep breath she took didn't go unnoticed by Emma. But instead of addressing it, Emma said: "and spread your legs like I said."
"Yes, Sheriff Swan," Regina said with a pretty decent imitation of politeness as she spread her legs. That little movement made her denim skirt ride up some, and Emma took a moment to admire her wife's gloriously long, and tanned legs. Emma's mouth was already watering, but she knew that she had to pull herself together. As much as she wanted to take Regina right here against this wall, she wanted to wait and tease Regina as well. Sobering up, she asked: "are you carrying any illegal drugs?"
"No, Sheriff Swan."
"Any weapons?"
"Only my sharp tongue," Regina teased.
Emma immediately planted her hand on top of Regina's left one and pressed it more firmly against the wall. "That's enough!"
"I'm sorry, Sheriff Swan," Regina breathed.
Emma released Regina's hand once more and her voice was firm when she said: "Well, if you got nothing to hide, I'm sure you don't mind if I perform a routine pat-down on you."
Instead of an answer, she got another sharp exhale from Regina.
"I thought so," Emma said. "Keep still. If I see you move, I'll end up thinking that you are hiding something. And if that's the case, I'll have no choice but to conduct a more... Throughout search. Is that clear?"
"It's clear, Sheriff Swan."
"Good," Emma said. "Keep still."
The blonde started at the tops of Regina's shoulders, slowly patting her palms against the brunette in a gentle manner as to make this as believable as possible. She peeled Regina's hands away from the wall, patted her arms thoroughly, patted down Regina's left side and then her right. Snaked an arm around Regina to pat her stomach, then slowly trailing upwards towards her chest.
Regina teetered slightly and muttered something under her breath with a very distinct accent.
"Keep still!" Emma barked. "I'm getting suspicious, Roni."
Regina didn't answer. Instead her legs stopped moving, and Emma continued her "search" she patted Regina's left breast thoroughly. Then her right.
"Are you hiding anything inside your bra?" Emma demanded.
"No, Sheriff Swan," Regina breathed.
"Hmm. Let's see if you're telling the truth," Emma said as she used her fingertips to touch Regina's left breast through her bra.
Regina squirmed again, and Emma raised an eyebrow even though Regina couldn't see it. She continued to tease Regina's nipple through her bra, and she could feel how the bud was swiftly hardening under her touch. And when Regina squirmed again, Emma moved her fingers to Regina's right breast. The blonde tried not to grin as she brushed a fingertip over a completely hard nipple. She swallowed something as she briefly wondered how wet this was making Regina.
"I better check your pockets as well," Emma said, and made sure to speak with as much authority as possible. "Please turn your back pockets inside out and then place your hands on the wall again.
"Yes, Sheriff Swan," Regina drawled, and then she did as Emma asked and turned the pockets on her denim skirt inside out. They were empty except for the tab from the bar they had been on tonight.
"Very good," Emma praised. "Hands on the wall again."
Regina obediently did as requested, and Emma continued her "routine pat-down". She abandoned Regina's breast and ignored the whimper Regina made at the loss of contact. She began patting Regina's denim clad backside again. God, Regina's ass looked perfect in that snug, short skirt. Emma's fingers were practically itching to spank Regina. Just once. Just to get the pleasure of hearing her wife moan. But she firmly told herself to wait. There was plenty of time for such activities, and right now, she was in the middle of giving her wife a throughout pat-down. That was what she was going to focus on for now.
And so, she settled for giving Regina's backside a gentle pat, still trying to make it believable, and she completely ignored the way she could feel Regina push herself backwards against the touch. Without any type of forewarning, Emma took the "pat-down" to the next level and started to touch Regina's legs. She started at her wife's shapely ankles and slowly made her way up. Patted Regina's calfs, the side of her knees, higher still. Patted against the back of her thighs, then moved her fingers to the inside of Regina's thighs and took the pat-down so high she almost had her hands under Regina's skirt. Despite all Emma's previous warnings, Regina was moaning shamelessly, and she seemed to have trouble with keeping her legs apart. She kept rubbing her thighs together in that telltale manner that never failed to make Emma forget everything at once. But once again, the blonde forced herself to be stern and continue this little game of theirs.
"That's enough!" she snapped. "I'm sure you think that this is funny, but right now, you're preventing a sheriff from doing her job, and honestly, I find your behavior to be suspicious. I had hoped that we could fix this with a quick pat-down, but with the way you've been acting during the procedure..." Emma shook her head in mock sadness. "I'm afraid I have no choice but to perform a cavity search on you. "Please remove your clothing."
Regina cackled as she turned around. "And what exactly are you counting on finding, Sheriff?"
"Just remove your clothes," Emma snapped. "And hurry up. I don't have all night."
"As the Sheriff wants," Regina said and smirked. Then she pulled her tanktop over her head, threw it on the floor, opened the top button in her denim skirt and then unzipped it. Emma couldn't take her eyes off her wife's legs as Regina stepped out of the skirt and revealed the black thong, she was wearing underneath. Emma almost groaned. A thong. Regina had been wearing a thong all night without Emma's knowledge. I knew I should have been there when she showered.
Emma watched as Regina unclasped her bra and dumped it on the floor next to her other articles of clothing. Once Regina was stark naked, she looked at Emma and flashed her a rather devilish smile, and Emma wouldn't take it.
"Turn around. Face the wall. Spread your legs. Hands flat against the wall!" she barked.
"Yes, Sheriff," Regina said with a very poor imitation of politeness as she turned around and placed her palms flat against the wall.
"Legs apart," Emma reminded her wife, and her breath hitched in her throat as Regina parted her legs. She had no problem with seeing the pearly liquid that was seeping down Regina's thighs.
Once she was satisfied with the position Regina was in, Emma walked over to her and half-warned as she said: "I am going to conduct the cavity search. You are to keep still and not move a muscle during the search." Emma gripped her wife's hips, tilting them back to give her better access. "Is that clear?" Emma asked.
"Yes, Sheriff," Regina said, and now she didn't sound amused. She sounded breathless and aroused.
And so, without giving much of a warning and careful not to touch her anywhere else, Emma lowered her hand to Regina's core and slipped one finger inside. There was absolutely no resistance. Regina was completely soaked, and for a moment, it was impossible for Emma to concentrate on anything besides those tight, velvety walls that enveloped her finger so wonderfully. Taking a deep breath, she wiggled her finger, probed around and then added another. That digit effortlessly slipped inside as well. Slowly, Emma began to swirl her fingers, even let out a "hmm", pretending to actually be performing some sort of search. But when Regina's hips started to move, Emma used her free hand to grip Regina's right hip and halt all movements. "Did I not tell you to keep still during the cavity search?" she barked.
"I'm s-sorry," Regina breathed, and another wave of satisfaction rushed through Emma when she heard the slight stutter in her wife's voice. But she never the less kept up the act as she said: "Are you gonna comply with my orders, or do you want to spend the night handcuffed?"
"I'm sorry," Regina breathed. "I'll stay still." Her voice was sharp, trembling, and Emma could tell that she was using as much strength as possible to not move her hips.
Emma wriggled her fingers inside Regina's tight, wet heat and continued their faux search of Regina's core. Her fingertips curled and searched until...
"Oooh!"
Emma shook her head, immediately drawing her fingers back so they no longer were in contact with that little rough patch of tissue inside Regina. "I am not satisfied with the way you're reacting. I'm trying to conduct a very -" Emma's voice failed her for a moment as she felt Regina's juices drip down her wrist. Fuck, she's so wet. Emma did her best to stay on topic as she continued: "-a very throughout search, and you're making it quite impossible. Don't make this harder than it has to be."
Regina responded by turning her head slightly and moan deeply, and damn, that sound almost threw Emma off completely, but once again, she forced herself to stay in character as she growled: "face the wall. Right now."
"Yes, Sheriff," Regina said and then she obediently turned her head and faced the wall once more.
Feeling every bit satisfied with that, Emma went back to her inspection- not taking too long to curl her fingertips inside Regina as she searched for that special spot once more. When she found it, she heard an audible gasp escape Regina's lips, and Emma caught the sight of the muscles in her legs pulling taut. Emma pumped her fingers between Regina's thighs, making certain that each time they went inside her, they were hitting her just right.
"Ffffuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Regina swore above her, and that was definitely Roni speaking.
Emma could see Regina's arousal glimmering on her wrist, Regina was practically dripping. The very sight of it made the muscles between Emma's legs contract almost painfully. God, she wanted her wife so much right now! The aching desire blooming between her legs were almost driving her insane, but once again, she forced herself to wait. Not because she was still hellbent on keeping this little game up, but because she wanted Regina to come.
Her fingers picked up speed as she spoke, and Emma noted how she sounded more breathless than stern now: "are you getting aroused during this search? Are you aware that I could p-prosecute you for the fact that you are accosting a sheriff?"
"Mmmm! How long will it take before you- Oh, god!- accost me with one of the toys in my suitcase?" Regina moaned in response, and her hips jerked backwards to meet Emma's eager fingers.
Emma allowed a breathless chuckle at that. "Oh, is that what you want?"
"Y-yes!" Regina breathed.
Emma completely bluescreened at that, and her fingers began thrusting painfully into her, and the blonde moved her other hand from Regina's hip to her clit and began rubbing at the swollen bud vigorously. Fuck, Regina knew exactly how to push her buttons and damn it, Emma wanted to fuck her so bad right now! She wanted to stomp right over to the suitcase and find their purple strap-on. She wanted to snap the harness on, turn Regina around and then slam right into her, fuck her right into the wall and not stop until Regina screamed for mercy! But at the same time, the idea of moving her fingers from within Regina right now seemed so completely cold blooded, Emma couldn't bring herself to do it. So instead Emma waited, waited until Regina's legs began to tremble and her mouth fell open. Regina moved one trembling hand away from the wall and gripped the back of Emma's neck, pulling her closer. Heat radiated throughout the brunette's frame as her hips bucked back against Emma's fingers, and she cried out in pleasure, yelling Emma's name, her head lolling backwards only to land on the top of Emma's shoulder.
Emma felt how her fingers were first trapped, then thoroughly soaked by Regina's juices, and then she felt how Regina's walls stopped fluttering around her fingers and her muscles relaxed once more.
Knowing that Regina needed something to ground her right now, Emma reached up and placed her hand over Regina's on the wall. Regina was still shaking, muttering under her breath. Emma almost laughed. Seems like someone isn't quite done coming after all. Knowing this, Emma didn't withdraw her fingers right away. But she didn't curl them and moved them within Regina either. Yes, she wanted Regina to come a second time, but not like this, oh no, she had plans for how she wanted her wife to come!
Once Regina's groaning had turned into muttering curses under her breath, Emma slowly withdrew her fingers from within Regina, and Regina whimpered slightly. But Emma thoroughly enjoyed the trickle of juices that seeped out of Regina. Emma couldn't wait to taste her. But not yet, though. Plans, remember?
"Can you move?" she asked her wife.
"Mmmm," Regina muttered.
Emma laughed despite trying to sound stern. "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Sheriff Swan," Regina quickly parroted.
"That's better," Emma said. "Then go and bend over the bed."
Regina turned her head, and for the briefest second, Emma saw how she raised an eyebrow, and Emma suffocated another chuckle. It had taken a while to sweettalk Regina into that particular position. And even longer to get her wife to admit that she actually loved that position. Regina had tipped her chin and declared that she was "a queen and a bit more refined". And then she had half-threatened Emma to "make it worth it".
And oh, how Emma had made it worth it! Regina had been delightfully hoarse the next morning.
"Are you gonna do as I ask?" Emma asked almost sweetly and grinned at Regina.
"Yes, Sheriff Swan," Regina said obediently, and then she was brushing past Emma, walking over to the bed and then lowering herself down onto her elbows.
It was a lovely sight indeed, but Emma wasn't quite satisfied yet. She quickly went and grabbed two pillows, positioning them underneath Regina for support. "All the way, if you please, Madam Mayor. Or is it Roni? I could have sworn I heard her accent a moment ago."
Regina huffed but did little to protest as she adjusted her position just a tad until her belly was resting against the mattress
"And spread your legs just a little," Emma added.
A muttered "yes, Sheriff Swan", and then Regina spread her legs and revealed that she indeed still was glistening between her legs.
Perfect. Emma grinned mutely for a second and then sobered up: "hands behind your back."
She heard Regina swallow audible as she reached back and clasped her hands together. Emma was quick to open Regina's suitcase and find two most important items. One she was gonna need right now, and one she was gonna need in a moment or so...
Emma did nothing to quell the smugness she was feeling as she let the metal handcuffs encircle Regina's wrists, and she thoroughly reveled in the little gasp Regina made when the handcuffs made that click-sound, indicating that Regina indeed was handcuffed now.
"Do you remember where the key is?" Regina said. "Otherwise we'll be in a lot of trouble."
Emma answered that by tapping her fingers warningly against Regina's rear. "Quiet. Otherwise I might just decide to punish you for your little show at the bar."
"I think we both know you enjoyed my little sho-"
Smack!
Emma reacted immediately and gave Regina's ass a sharp spank. One that had Regina hissing and then moaning roughly.
"Careful," Emma warned sternly. "You don't want a spanking, do you?"
"Well, actually-"
Smack!
Regina moaned again, and her legs trembled a little.
"You asked for it," Emma said almost nonchalantly as she rubbed the skin she had just spanked. "And maybe you're right. Maybe a bit of punishment is in order. I mean, considering what you did..."
Regina's hips wriggled, and Emma could have sworn she caught her wife pushing her ass out slightly.
Emma landed another blow on Regina's ass, and god the sound of her palm connecting with Regina's skin was enough to make Emma's sex clench and red hot desire bloom low in her belly. This would have to be a short punishment. She knew how much Regina loved this, but right now, Emma was selfish enough to wanting to get the punishment over with quickly so she could fuck her wife until said wife was a quivering mess.
"I'm going to spank you ten times," she told Regina. "And you are to keep entirely still during it. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sheriff Swan."
"Very well. Make sure to keep entirely still," Emma warned. Then she began. Of course she started out slowly. She would never start out cold and just whack away. She knew that that would only make Regina's natural "fight or flight"-instinct jump to life, and that wasn't the reaction Emma was after. Definitely not. The first few smacks were nothing more than a pat to Regina's bottom, really. But seeing that this was supposed to be a punishment, Emma didn't wait too long before she started upping the pace and intensity. Regina did a fairly decent job at keeping still. And what she couldn't express with moving her body, she expressed with her voice. She moaned and groaned and cursed softly, and Emma let her do it. She couldn't expect Regina to keep still and be quiet. That wouldn't be very fair.
Emma spanked the crease where the bottom meets the thigh, and Regina cursed again. Muttered some sort of vulgarity about her body and what she wanted Emma to do it. And she did it in a particular accent.
"All in good time, Roni," Emma said as she spanked Regina's ass again, sharp and hard. "Only five more left." She lifted her hand and let her palm connect with Regina's ass again. The sound was slightly more thuddy than before, and she couldn't blame Regina for groaning into the mattress. That has to hurt.
Emma made sure to make the last five spanks good. Of course, she made sure to bring more pleasure than pain, but she still allowed these last five blows to bite some. She knew how much Regina loved that, and as Emma landed the last blow on her ass, she had never been more grateful for Regina's kinky side than she was right now. Regina truly was a sight for sore eyes as she was bend over the bed and handcuffed.
"You look good like this," Emma said as she rubbed the blooming red marks on Regina's ass.
Regina just offered a groan in response.
Emma snickered a little as she rubbed Regina's ass again. "You don't mind a moment to catch your breath while I undress, do you?"
Regina groaned again and the handcuffs jingled slightly as she moved her hands. Clearly, she wasn't too fond of not being able to undress Emma herself.
"Oh no," Emma laughed. "Those stay on until I decide otherwise."
Regina huffed but didn't argue.
Emma was in no way in a hurry as she discarded of her clothes for the second time that day. In fact she was taking her sweet time in removing her jeans and tanktop. Her red leather jacket landed on the floor with a thud. She exhaled a little as she freed her breasts from the constricting bra. Ahh. It felt good to finally be rid of it. Her nipples had been straining for a while now. And it was safe to say that her panties were very wet as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband to push them down her legs. In fact they were sticking to her in a slightly uncomfortable manner.
"Could you..."
Emma quickly turned her head when she heard Regina muttering something. "What was that?" the blonde inquired, for a moment fearing that Regina was getting uncomfortable in this position.
But being uncomfortable was clearly the last thing on Regina's mind as she said: "Could you put your jacket back on? Please."
Emma spluttered at the request, but she wasn't laughing at Regina. She was laughing because she was delighted. "God, you really are kinky!" but interesting suggestion. Emma quickly bend down and grabbed her leather jacket, shrugging it back on. "Satisfied now, Madam Mayor?"
"Very. I could get used to seeing you like that," Regina said shamelessly.
Emma laughed again and then clicked her tongue. "Now... I think I heard something about a strap-on? Is that right?"
"Yes," Regina said and lifted her head slightly.
"And what you want, you shall have," Emma said as she sauntered over to Regina's suitcase and found the purple strap on. She prided herself in being skilled at this, and it didn't take long before she had slipped the harness on and the purple dildo was jutting out between her legs. She looked back at Regina, and she saw how Regina's eyes widened and her legs trembled slightly as though she was trying not to press them together.
"That's right," Emma said as she walked back to Regina and caressed her red ass. "Closing your legs right now would be an unfortunate thing to do."
Regina immediately widened her stance, but Emma let her wife wait just a little as she brought her fingers down to Regina's entrance and slid them inside instead of the toy. Teasing was only half of it. She wanted to ensure that Regina was ready and still properly wet.
Regina whimpered, and Emma quickly understood why. The brunette was indeed wet! Actually, saying that she was wet would be an understatement. Regina was fucking soaked, and at Emma's ministrations, more pearly liquid seeped down her thighs.
"Emma!" she complained and wriggled her hips slightly.
"Nope. That's Sheriff Swan to you. I'm still wearing my jacket," Emma half-teased and curled her fingers slightly.
Regina whimpered and squirmed slightly. "Please! This is not how I want to come, Em- Sheriff Swan!"
"I'm not trying to make you come," Emma soothed. "I'm making sure you're ready for more.
"I am!"
For a moment, Emma considered to keep the teasing up for just a little, but deep down she knew that she couldn't hold back. So instead of wasting time on talking, she gripped Regina's hips firmly and warned: "stay still!"
Regina instantly froze, but she didn't tense. Instead Emma could feel how the tip of the toy was welcomed inside and greeted by tight, wet heat. It took all Emma's willpower not to slam into Regina right away. She clenched her jaw in pure restrain as she gave Regina's red ass a tender stroke. "Still with me?"
"More." came Regina's short answer.
Panting, Emma complied and eased more of the dildo inside Regina. Slowly. Gently. She could feel how Regina's legs trembled, and Emma guessed it was because Regina was fighting very hard not to push her hips backwards. Emma's clit throbbed and it felt as though someone had started a fire in the pit of her belly as she pushed the toy the rest of the way inside Regina. Once again, she reached out to touch Regina. This time she rubbed her wife's back. "Still with me?"
"Oh, god!" Regina breathed and thereby proofed that she very much was there still.
Emma laughed strangled as she moved her hips just a little and began to thrust slowly within Regina.
Regina whined in frustration, and Emma knew why. Her thrusts were still too shallow. Not nearly deep enough to be satisfying.
"Relax," Emma breathed. "I'm just trying to- Regina!"
Regina had interrupted her sentence by moving her hips backwards and literally impaled herself on the toy.
"I told you to wait!" Emma panted and felt tempted to slap her wife's ass.
"And I never listen- oh!" Regina shot back.
Emma couldn't resist the temptation and brought her hand down upon Regina's ass once more.
The effect was magnificent. Regina shrieked in pure delight, and Emma abandoned all thought of slow and gentle. She gripped firmly on to Regina's hips and pushed forward.
Regina moaned sharply and thrusted backwards to meet Emma's movements, and the effect made Emma dizzy. Riled up as she was, she raised her hand and smacked Regina's ass again.
Regina hissed once more, and Emma gave her rear a firm squeeze. "You like this, don't you?"
"Y-yes!" Regina breathed. "Fuck me, Emma!"
"Is that what you want?" Emma teased and thrusted sharply once.
"God! Yes!" Regina panted. "Harder, Emma! Please, I-" the rest of whatever that sentence was gonna be effectively died on her lips and she shrieked once more when Emma thrusted hard and sharp within her once more.
Emma clutched at Regina's hips to make sure the toy was ramming into Regina just the right way, and Emma reveled in the way Regina screamed out every time. Like the good wife she was, Emma would ensure that Regina would be sufficiently hoarse tomorrow, and when she hissed that to Regina, Regina answered by moaning in a way that could almost have been a sob.
Emma snaked a hand around to Regina's front, slid it down and gave Regina's clit a hard rub. Regina cried out again. She clearly hadn't expected that, and it didn't take long before Emma felt how her muscles started to clench around the toy.
"That's right," Emma breathed. "Come for me!" releasing her grip on Regina's hip, she lifted her other hand and slapped Regina's ass once more. She felt how Regina quaked at that. No doubt Regina was gonna be a little bit sore every where when they were done.
"You're close," Emma hissed and rubbed Regina's clit again. "Very close. So go on, come for me! Let go, Regina! I can feel how much you want to!"
But Regina didn't. Instead she just moaned high pitched, and Emma could see how she was starting to tremble from sheer exhaustion.
Emma quickly figured out that what Regina needed in order to unfurl wasn't dirty talk right now. She needed a bit of reassurance. Emma kept rubbing Regina's clit with one hand but moved her other from Regina's ass. Found her cuffed hands on her back and gave one of them a soft squeeze. "Go on, babe," she encouraged and rocked her hips forward to hit Regina's g-spot to emphasize her point. "Come for me! I know you're probably dying to come, so please just let go and-"
She never got to finish her sentence. The scream Regina let out drowned all attempts at conversation, and Emma didn't mind that one bit. She relished in the sound Regina was producing as she completely shattered around her. Emma thrusted forward again and took Regina's swollen clit between two fingers to ensure that her wife got some stimulation there as well. She knew that this double stimulation would drive Regina mad, and she made sure to feed Regina's orgasm with every fiber of her being. She would be damned if she stopped before Regina had a chance to finish. Right now, Emma's exhaustion was just a minor thing. A thing she very much could live with at the moment. She felt how Regina tightened and tightened around the toy, there was a moment where Regina was completely silent, but then another scream exploded out of her lungs, and Emma wasn't completely sure whether her wife was coming again or still coming.
And honestly, what did it matter? Emma felt every bit like a smug asshole as she saw how Regina completely collapsed on the bed and released one final moan.
Emma waited. Moved her fingers from Regina's clit She stopped thrusting but made no attempt at pulling out of Regina. Not yet. It wasn't until she felt that Regina had stopped spasming around her, that Emma slowly and gently withdrew the toy from within Regina, and the blonde's mouth went completely dry when she saw Regina's arousal glistening on the toy. Emma wanted nothing more than to roll her wife on to her back and taste her, but she knew that Regina needed some time to come down from the high she was undoubtedly still riding right now. Emma quickly removed the harness and carelessly threw it on the floor. Then she looked at Regina. The Mayor of Storybrooke didn't look very alive right now, and Emma had already outstretched a hand to reach out and touch Regina to ensure that she hadn't blacked out, when Regina made a little groaning sound that suggested otherwise.
"You're still with me," Emma said and this big, shit eating grin appeared on her face, because honest to god, there a more beautiful sight in this world than a Regina who had just had an orgasm.
"Mmmm," Regina groaned into the pillow, and Emma realized that she should probably assist Regina in rolling her onto her back. I wouldn't want her to suffocate.
"You know, I'm really glad we don't have neighbors," Emma said nonchalantly.
"Hmmm?" Regina said again. Apparently, that was the closest she could get to "why?".
"Well, because if they heard us, they would be calling the police and reporting a murder by now," Emma said smugly.
Regina laughed croakily into the mattress.
Emma snickered as well as she gave Regina's ass a gentle rub on her way over to the bed. She reached out and touched Regina's shoulder, having every intention of rolling her wife onto her back, but then she remembered that Regina's hands were still cuffed behind her back and had been for a while. Emma quickly switched tactic and went back to Regina's suitcase. She found the shiny little key right away, but she still couldn't quite resist to tease: "ah, shit, where's the key?"
"Not funny," Regina said hoarsely. "Get over here and uncuff me, please. I'm starting to feel it."
Emma nearly stumbled over her own feet in her eagerness to come to Regina's aid, and despite her clumsiness, she didn't fumble as she inserted the little key into the lock. The handcuffs immediately came apart, and Emma was quick to remove them and rub Regina's wrists soothingly. It wasn't enough, Regina would need lotion, but Emma knew that what Regina desired right now was closeness and relaxation.
"Can I take my leather jacket off now?" Emma drawled.
"Must you?"
"Mayor Kinky," Emma teased. "I think we ought to put that on your door instead of "Queen"."
Regina snorted into the pillow. "Yes, that would be a kicker. Fine, you can take the leather jacket off."
"Thank you," Emma said and rolled her eyes as she shrugged the garment off. Her overheated skin immediately welcomed that.
"It was a nice look on you," Regina muttered, still into the pillow.
"I should wear it to be more often," Emma quipped. "You should roll onto your back. I'm afraid you're gonna suffocate."
"I can't move my legs and my ass hurts," Regina said plainly, and it was Emma's turn to snort as she assisted her wife in the tiresome process of rolling on to her back. Regina immediately hissed when her ass came into contact with the mattress, but her eyes were still full of mischief when she looked at Emma. "Public indecency, was it?"
"Yep," Emma confirmed with a nod and snickered.
"And exactly how long are you gonna put me behind bars for that?" Regina asked and propped herself up on one elbow.
"Well..." Emma drawled and lifted an eyebrow suggestively. "I'm thinking if you be a little nice to the sheriff you might avoid serving time..."
Regina raised her own eyebrow. "Isn't that blackmailing, dear?"
"Yes. Yes, it is," Emma said, grinning again.
"And do you treat all your prisoners so horrible?" Regina asked. Her voice was still every bit hoarse, but she was starting to sound more and more like her usual self.
"Nope. Just you," Emma snickered.
"Good," Regina said plainly. And with that she cupped Emma's cheek and kissed Emma deeply.
Emma immediately moaned and opened her mouth completely for Regina, but the kiss didn't last nearly as long as she could have wished. She would have protested if it hadn't been for the way Regina nudged her onto her back and straddled her lap.
"You should have kept the leather jacket on," Regina murmured as she planted a light kiss on Emma's neck.
"I'll keep it on the next time," Emma breathily promised.
"Good," Regina said again. And then she trailed her kisses lower and lower until she reached the apex of Emma's thighs.
Emma's back immediately arched at the first teasing lick from Regina's tongue. She lifted her head slightly to look at Regina. It would appear that she had been wrong after all. There was only one thing more beautiful than seeing Regina in post coital bliss. And that was seeing Regina going down on her...
To Be Continued...
