Chapter 10
The whole family was crammed into the corner booth in Granny's. Baby Neal had started eating solid foods a few weeks earlier, and he kept trying to snatch up handfuls of fries while Snow shrieked and pulled them away from him. When she wasn't looking, Henry fed him spoonfuls of chocolate pudding. David saw all of this and just laughed, his arm hanging over the back of the booth and his legs stretched out beneath the table.
Hook was squashed into the other corner, his face scrunching up at the chaos. "I don't see why the lad can't have one or two fries if he wants them."
"They're covered in salt," Snow gasped, tugging the baby away once more and only then noticing the chocolate smeared around his mouth. "Henry! You know this is bad for him."
"He'll be fine," Hook scoffed, nodding across the table. "He's surviving this without any lasting damage, after all."
He was gesturing to the fact that Emma and Regina were squished into the seat next to David. Emma pose was matching her father's, except her stretched-out arm was wrapped around Regina's shoulders. They could all see that, under the table, Regina's hand was resting on her girlfriend's knee.
Regina herself was glaring back at the pirate.
"What is 'this' supposed to mean?" she asked.
"You two," Hook said, his nose wrinkling. "The ooey-gooey lovesick looks. And the touching."
"This is what couples who actually like each other do, Killian," Emma interjected. She was grinning, and Hook smirked back at her.
"So I've been told. Doesn't mean we all want to see it, though."
"I think it's sweet," Snow chimed in, using the borderline-hysterical voice she always used when she was trying to show off how aggressively okay she was with this whole situation. "It's nice to see everyone so happy."
"Err, hello? You mean except for me," Hook pointed out. "I'm the jilted fiancé, remember?"
"Settle down," David chuckled. "We invite you to our family dinners, and we all saw you going home with that waitress the other night. I think you're doing just fine."
"Oh yeah," Hook said. There was a lecherous smile on his face as he glanced across the room at the waitress in question: Granny had hired the young woman to replace Ruby after she'd left Storybrooke with Dorothy, and she seemed to be the only person in town who could actually tolerate Hook's slimy advances. Right then, she was winking back at him. "Maybe you do have a point."
Regina scoffed and leaned into Emma's ear. "I can't believe you were planning on marrying that."
"Shut up," Emma replied. "I might also plan on marrying you eventually. Clearly there's no accounting for taste."
She could feel Regina smiling even as she muttered, "You're insufferable."
"Yep, and you're the one who fell for me anyway."
She turned just in time to see the soft expression that was flashing over Regina's face.
"I know," she admitted. "I suppose my taste leaves something to be desired as well."
"Moms," Henry suddenly interjected. They both looked across at him. "Can you stop that?"
"Stop what?"
"The whispering and the sappy expressions," Henry said, feeling Neal another spoonful of pudding. "You're going to make my dinner come back up."
"Don't be disgusting," Regina said.
"You're being disgusting."
"How is being happy the same thing as being crass and rude?"
"It's worse," Henry replied, grinning. Emma balled up a napkin and threw it at his head.
"If that's the case, I guess we'd better start calling you out on it whenever we see you making goo-goo eyes at Violet, right?"
Henry's cheeks burned dark red at once. "Shut up."
"How's it going? Have you managed to actually hold her hand yet?"
"Ma," Henry groaned, looking down at the table. "You win. I'll stop."
Regina squeezed Emma's leg as she asked her son, "Are you still seeing her later?"
"Yeah," Henry admitted reluctantly. "We're meeting for ice cream as soon as I'm done here."
"Go on then," Regina said, nodding at the door. "Be home by 10, okay?"
"Alright," Henry said, squeezing out from his position between Hook and Snow. He gave Neal a gentle hair ruffle as he left.
"We should probably get going too," Snow said as the door chimed shut. "Neal needs a walk before we put him down for the night otherwise he wakes up all cranky."
"I can relate to that all too well after living with Regina for three months," Emma chimed in, earning her a slap on the arm. "We'll see you guys soon."
Her parents and little brother exited the diner, and they were left alone with Hook.
"So," he said cheerily. "Time for the three of us to finally go home together?"
"I will set fire to you in your sleep if you ever suggest that again," Regina said flatly.
Hook grinned back at them. "As long as I'm asleep between the two of you, it'll be a fine way to go."
"You're disgusting," Emma said.
"So I've been told. My new lady friend seems to like it, though," he said, wiggling his eyebrows at the waitress. She grinned back. "So I'm afraid it's probably best that I leave you two alone now."
"Pity," Regina drawled. Hook slid out of the booth with his eyes still on the opposite side of the diner. When he plonked himself down at the bar, the waitress approached him and leaned across it so she could bat her eyelashes in his face.
"She's very pretty," Emma said slowly.
Regina rolled her eyes. "Jealous?"
"No. Just wondering whether I should warn her."
"I think she knows what she's getting into," Regina said, sliding out of the booth and grabbing their coats. "Besides – as much as I detest him, I guess he's never done anything too terrible. Aside from the fact that he nearly managed to marry you."
Emma smiled and took her jacket from Regina's outstretched hand. "There was also the time when he left you to get tortured by Greg and Tamara."
"Oh yes. I'd forgotten about that," Regina said, looking back across the diner. "Maybe I should set fire to him right now instead."
Laughing, Emma stepped forward and kissed her cheek. "Can we go home instead?"
"I suppose," Regina said, like it was such a huge hardship for them to tangle their fingers together and amble slowly toward Mifflin Street.
When they reached the house, Regina took Emma's coat back off her and hung it up in the entranceway. Emma had commandeered the third peg from the left as her own, and as much as it pained Regina to admit it, the sight of that tacky red jacket hanging there made her heart lift every time she came home.
"Do you want to watch a movie or something?" Emma asked, taking her boots off.
Regina watched as she neatly lined her shoes up by the door, then straightened up with a beam on her face. Her cheeks were slightly pink from the cool evening walk, and when she reached up to tuck a curl behind her ear, Regina felt a rush of love for her that threatened to knock her over.
She stepped forward and cupped Emma's chin.
"We have two hours until Henry gets back."
At once, Emma's smile froze. Her eyes widened in the most delicious way possible.
"Oh?"
Regina's grip on her chin hardened momentarily as two dark eyes flicked across her face, taking in every single feature that she'd managed to fall in love with.
"Mm," she replied, tilting her head to one side. "What do you say?"
"Yes," Emma choked out, wishing she had the self-control required to act at least a little bit casual. "Please."
"Good," Regina responded, releasing her face and reaching down for Emma's hand. Emma dutifully followed her across the hall, expecting to be led up the stairs and into the bedroom that they now shared, but Regina surprised her by turning toward her office. She led her inside and locked the door behind them.
When she turned to look at Emma again, her expression was dark. Her hair was slightly messy from the brisk walk, and she smelled like fresh air.
"What are your safe words?"
It was an unnecessary question that she always insisted on asking, and it was yet another reason why Emma loved her so much.
"Red, orange and green."
"And where are you right now?"
"Green."
"You're sure?" Regina asked, stepping closer and trailing a finger down the front of Emma's button-down shirt. She watched curiously as the tiny hairs on Emma's forearms lifted.
"I'm sure, Madam Mayor."
Regina smiled at that. Fisting her hand in Emma's shirt, she took a few steps backward, leading them to the large wooden desk near the centre of the room.
When they reached it, Regina hopped up onto the short end and crossed her legs. She pulled on Emma's shirt again, tugging her flush against her shins.
"I like it when you wear these," she commented lightly. Emma sucked in a breath as Regina began to slowly unbutton it.
"You do?"
"Mm," Regina said. Even now, it was always her noncommittal way of speaking that got to Emma the most. "It's very satisfying seeing your beautiful body slowly coming into view."
Emma didn't know how to respond to that. Her pulse had already quickened, and she was pressing her thighs together in a bid to suppress the throbbing that had built up between them.
Every single time she and Regina started one of their games, she promised herself she wouldn't get so affected. She swore that this time she'd be the one with the infuriating lack of emotion on her face. But then Regina would glance up at her with dark, disinterested eyes or a smile that made her stomach boil, and it was already far too late. Emma's body reacted to Regina without her telling it to, and even then she felt herself wanting to lean in and gently kiss her lips, her cheeks, her throat and her chest; to fall to her knees in front of her and beg to be allowed to make her feel good.
She clenched her fists and forced herself to stay still.
Regina reached the final button and, with a wistful sigh, peeled Emma's shirt from her body. Her hands move down to her jeans, but her eyes never strayed from Emma's face.
"You're trembling," she said. Emma swallowed.
"I know."
"Are you nervous about something?"
"No," Emma said. "I'm… excited."
"Excited to get fucked?" Regina asked, unbuttoning her pants and easing them down. Her fingers trailed over the fronts of Emma's thighs, and she smirked when Emma shivered involuntarily. "Typical needy Emma."
Emma didn't respond to that, because Regina was suddenly off the desk and on her knees, yanking Emma's jeans down to the floor and helping her to step out of them. She pressed a kiss just above Emma's knee, then against the inside of her thigh, before reaching down to peel off her socks like Emma was the queen here, not her.
Emma groaned and tipped her head back, her fingers twitching by her sides. When she felt a warm puff of air against the front of her panties, she whimpered out loud.
"Shh," Regina scolded, curling her fingers through her underwear and gently easing it down. Emma felt her pussy come in to view, and she struggled not to buck her hips forward.
"Look at me, Miss Swan." The command came in a low voice from between her legs, and Emma looked down with teary eyes.
The sight of Regina on her knees, her expression glittering with something that almost looked like devotion, nearly killed her. Her hands were gently pressed against the fronts of Emma's thighs, and when she smiled, Emma's cunt flooded.
"God," she murmured. The shake in her voice made Regina's smile widen.
She dropped her gaze from Emma's face and settled it on her pussy instead. For a split second, she leaned forward. Her red lips were a breath away from Emma's skin.
Then she rose to her feet and reached behind Emma's back, unhooking her bra and yanking it from her body until she was left naked and trembling before her. She ignored the way that Emma sagged with disappointment – instead, she stepped back until she reached the desk once more, and she hopped up onto it.
Emma waited, confused, as Regina leaned back on her hands.
"You still want to be fucked?" she asked, her voice low and heavy. Emma nodded at once.
"Yes, Madam Mayor."
"Come here," Regina said, spreading her legs and nodding to the space between them.
Emma took a shaky step forward, then another, until she was able to slot herself between Regina's thighs.
Regina reached up and stroked a finger down the side of Emma's face. "Show me how badly."
"Sorry?" Emma asked, the touch against her cheek making her skin burn.
"Show me how badly you want it."
It was a loaded command that Emma didn't fully understand. Regina was still dressed, and though her legs were spread, there wasn't much room to navigate between them. Her hands were still placed out of reach, too, which meant Emma couldn't grab one of them and guide it toward her own slick skin. She swallowed, panic rising in her as she tried to work out what she was supposed to do next.
But Regina was watching her with one side of her mouth quirking upward, and Emma knew she wasn't about to be punished if she got it wrong. Regina was simply waiting to see what she would do next.
Emma thought back to the desire that had coursed through her when Regina had started unbuttoning her shirt, and she leaned in. Tucking Regina's hair behind her ear, she bent her head and pressed her lips against the soft spot at the edge of her jaw.
Regina sighed happily, tilting her head to give her more space, and Emma dove back in, parting her lips and pressing them over Regina's pulse point. She didn't suck hard enough to bring the blood to the surface, but she let her mouth move freely and wetly, her tongue darting out to slick over Regina's skin and lap up her perfume. Regina shivered, and it was so unlike her to actually let her arousal show that Emma felt her clit throb all over again. She lifted a hand to the back of Regina's neck and tugged her closer, kissing her again and again beneath her ear, her jaw, down the long column of her throat and back up again so she could tease at an earlobe.
Regina's hips shifted, and Emma felt the thighs on either side of her legs tighten. When Regina arched up slightly, Emma wasn't prepared for it.
She gasped, clinging more tightly onto Regina's neck, and whimpered into her ear, "Please."
She hadn't planned to say it. She wasn't even sure what she was asking for. But she felt Regina's smile against the side of her face, and then suddenly she was being pushed away, a hand gripped fiercely beneath her chin.
Regina looked coolly back at her like she hadn't been bucking up and trembling against Emma's chest two seconds earlier. "Please what?"
"Please, Madam Mayor," Emma said, swallowing. "I just want to…"
"More," Regina demanded, letting go of her face. "I want you to beg for it."
Emma all but collided with her at that, her hands reaching greedily for the back of her head so she could try and tug her into a proper kiss. Regina turned away sharply, but Emma kept trying.
"Please," she whined, tugging Regina harder. Her entire body was tingling and the feeling of Regina pressed so warmly up against her made something in the pit of her stomach twist. "I need you."
"Mm. You always need me," Regina scolded, turning her head further so that her lips were completely out of reach.
Desperation filled Emma up like lava, and for a horrible second she genuinely thought she might cry. She clung onto the back of Regina's neck and kissed her throat again, less gently this time. Her teeth dug into Regina's skin and left dull marks on either side of the tendon that was beginning to protrude from underneath her skin. When Regina still didn't relent, Emma whimpered and struggled free of her spread legs. Before Regina could ask what she was doing, Emma clambered up onto the desk with her and settled herself down on her lap.
"Please," she whispered in her ear, grinding her aching cunt against the fabric of Regina's skirt. "Please."
She half expected Regina to push her off, but her hands slipped round to the small of Emma's back and tugged her closer. Her lips were pursed and unimpressed, though. She glanced down at Emma's frantically grinding hips.
"You're getting my skirt wet," she snapped. Her tone sent a jolt of desire down Emma's spine, and she moaned.
"I'm sorry," she whined, tipping her head back and clinging on tighter. She wriggled again, her clit pressing roughly against the fabric and sparking up with every second of contact. "I'm sorry, Madam Mayor. Please."
She dipped her head again and pressed her mouth against Regina's ear. Regina stayed perfectly still, her hands gently cradling Emma's body, as Emma began to rock back and forth more urgently. Pleasure was building inside her and she gasped into Regina's ear, whimpering with another plea and another apology as she desperately humped her lap.
Her cunt twitched, and then did it again, and before she could stop herself she heard herself moaning, "No, no. Fuck, I'm—"
Regina slapped her ass hard enough to scare her orgasm away, and then began to push at Emma's hips.
"Get off me," she snapped, shoving Emma's wobbly body back down onto the floor. "Now."
Emma did as she was told, landing on legs that already threatened to give way, and watched as Regina got up to join her. There was a slick wet patch across the front of her skirt, and Emma's entire body went hot at the sight of it.
A hand suddenly grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her toward the desk. Emma gasped as her thighs collided with the wood. A second later, she felt herself being bent forward at the waist.
"Did you come without my permission?" Regina demanded as she rooted around in a drawer for something. Her other hand was still splayed across the back of Emma's neck, and her tone was cold.
"No, no," Emma protested, because her pussy was still fluttering and it needed relief so desperately that it was starting to hurt. "I promise, I didn't."
"Would you have?" Regina asked, finding what she needed and slamming the drawer shut. "If I hadn't stopped you?"
Emma's silence answered her question in the worst way possible, and Regina slapped her ass hard. When Emma yelped, she did it again.
"Shut up," she demanded, pressing the button on the bullet vibrator that she'd just retrieved and pressing the tip hard against Emma's clit. Emma shrieked at the sudden attention.
"Fuck!"
"Shut up," Regina repeated, releasing Emma's neck so she could spank her again. The noise sounded like a sheet of metal clapping against wood, and Emma screamed.
Her shrieks of protest faded into complete silence when Regina shifted her hand and placed the tip of her thumb on her asshole. She felt Emma tense up, and she smirked.
"Oh, is that what it takes to properly subdue you?" she asked. The vibrator was still buzzing away at Emma's clit, and Regina could see her thighs starting to shake. "I wish I'd known that months ago."
Splaying her four fingers out over Emma's lower back, Regina bent forward and let a trail of saliva drip down from her lips. When Emma felt it hit her skin, she gasped.
"What colour?" Regina asked.
Forcing herself to breathe, Emma replied, "Green."
"You're sure?"
"I'm sure, Madam Mayor."
"Then stop tensing," Regina snapped, swirling her thumb round and round to spread her spit over Emma's asshole. Emma whimpered, arching her spine automatically. Regina shifted the position of the vibrator, and Emma's muscles relaxed.
When Regina pushed the first knuckle of her thumb inside, she wished she had a camera. Emma's entire body went rigid, then loose, and she let out a low moan that sounded like a wordless thank you.
"Colour?"
"Green," Emma panted. Regina drew her thumb back out and then pushed in again to the same place as before.
"I'm not going any further than this," Regina said, because Emma was gently thrusting back against her in a desperate plea for more.
"Why… why not?" Emma choked out, bunching her fists against some of the papers that were spread over the desk.
"Because I don't have any lube down here, and I don't want to hurt you," Regina said, repeating the tentative thrusting motion. Emma moaned, bucking her hips up and back. "But rest assured, one of these days I will take great pleasure in tying you down and pushing you open, and fucking you in this lovely asshole with one of my strap-ons. Would you like that?"
Emma wriggled against the vibrator, every muscle in her lower body constricting and loosening against the sensations that were attacking them.
"Yes," she panted.
"I thought you might," Regina purred, flicking the bullet onto the highest setting and laughing when Emma moaned. "Because you'll do anything I ask you to, won't you? Even if that means bending over and spreading your cheeks and letting yourself be taken again and again and again."
Emma choked out a sob and said, "Yes, Madam Mayor."
"Such a good girl," Regina said, and the praise made white-hot sparks of pleasure light up in Emma's belly. She groaned and thrust herself back again. "Now. Do you still want to come, Miss Swan?"
"Yes," Emma gasped, scrunching up a document in her fist and then pushing it mindlessly away from herself. "Please, please. I need to."
"I can see that," Regina commented lightly, her eyes on the pearly sheen that was coating the vibrator. "If I let you, do you promise to scream for me?"
"Yes," Emma blurted out, her muscles aching from the need. "Please."
"Very well," Regina replied, pushing her thumb in just a millimetre further before flattening the full length of the bullet against Emma's clit. "Let me hear you."
There was a split second where the only noise in the room was the vibrator buzzing, and then Emma opened her mouth and howled. Wetness was slick across the insides of her thighs, and Regina felt the muscles around her thumb tighten painfully as she came with a scream that threatened to shake the books from their shelves.
Regina pulled the vibrator away and switched it off, then gently pulled her thumb free once Emma's body had gone limp again. Emma whimpered at the feeling of it leaving her.
Not bothering to give her time to recover, Regina grabbed Emma by her sweaty shoulder and yanked her off the desk. Emma's legs were wobbling as she was spun around and then thrust back against the edge of the table.
Regina tugged her in for a kiss that was fierce enough to hurt. She caught Emma's lower lip between her own and sucked, her tongue swirling over the swollen skin. Emma moaned, gripping Regina's hips and pulling her against her. Her leg slipped between Regina's so she could grind her panties down against the hard muscle of her thigh.
Then Regina was reaching between them and frantically unbuckling the thin belt on her high-waisted skirt. When it was loose, she grabbed Emma's hands from their position on her waist and yanked them forward.
Her eyes were dark and flashing as she bound Emma's wrists together tightly enough to make her hiss.
"Stop whining," she said before loosening the belt slightly. When she'd finished securing it, she tugged hard to check that Emma couldn't pull herself free. "Green?"
Emma nodded, her eyes swimming. "Green."
"Good," Regina said, and then a second later she was moving, walking back from the desk and dragging Emma with her. When they reached the locked door, Regina swivelled and thrust Emma back against it, using her hips to pin her against the wood.
She grabbed Emma's bound wrists and lifted them above her head. The leather of the belt looped over the hook on the back of the door, holding her there.
"Don't pull too hard," Regina said, pressing a quick kiss against Emma's lips. "It won't hold much weight."
Emma nodded fiercely. "I won't."
"Good," Regina said, taking a step back to admire her. The hook on the door wasn't high, but the position still stretched Emma's body out beautifully. Regina could see the dips of her ribs as she inhaled. Her stomach muscles shifted beneath her skin.
With a sigh, Regina reached out to stroke her cheek. "You're beautiful. Do you know that?"
A delighted smile lit up Emma's face with enough force to knock her backward. "I am?"
"Mm," Regina said, dropping her hand from Emma's jaw and trailing it slowly down the front of her body. She paused to cup one of her breasts, pinching hard enough on the nipple to make the smile slip from Emma's face. "I love it when you're strung up for me like this – all tied up with no way of escaping."
Emma exhaled through her teeth. "I wouldn't want to, Madam Mayor."
"Well, that's convenient," Regina said, dropping her hand further and cupping it over Emma's pussy. The slick skin stuck to the palm of her hand, making her toes curl in their high heels. "Because do you know what I'm going to do now?"
Emma looked at her hopefully. "I don't know, Madam Mayor."
"I think you might. Take a guess."
"Are you going to fuck me?"
"Very good, Miss Swan. Yes, I am," Regina purred. There was a pause, and then she was thrusting two fingers into Emma's cunt with absolutely no warning. The force of it sent Emma rocking up onto the balls of her feet. "And do you know how I'm going to fuck you?"
Emma whimpered, still standing on her tiptoes. Regina's fingers felt brutal inside her, and for a second she was actually afraid of them.
"I… don't, Madam Mayor."
Regina tutted, pulling her fingers back out. They were slick and sticking together from Emma's arousal.
Regina slammed them back inside her, sending Emma toppling back against the door. She smirked at the gasp she let out.
Pressing their noses together, Regina muttered. "I'm going to fuck you very hard."
With her spare hand gripping hold of Emma's waist, she drove her fingers back inside, corkscrewing them once they were buried up to her palm. Emma could feel her legs threatening to buckle and she forced herself to remain steady, but eventually it was only the fact that the full length of Regina's body was pinning her against the door that was holding her upright.
Emma let her head fall back against the door and moaned loudly. Regina's fingers were driving into her without mercy, not bothering to build up a steady rhythm when they both already knew that Emma was itching to come again and she would endure absolutely anything to get there. Regina watched the glazed look in her eyes that only came from her truly, deeply slipping into her submissive mindset, and she smirked to herself. When Emma whimpered again, rolling her hips forward against Regina's palm, Regina reached up with her spare hand and yanked Emma toward her by her cheeks.
"What's my opinion on you making unnecessary noise?" she demanded, watching as Emma swallowed thickly.
"You—"
"Shut up," Regina snapped, removing her hand and squeezing her breast instead. Her other hand continued driving inside her, two fingers becoming three as Emma's wetness squeezed out and smeared over her skin. "I don't want to hear it. Not a single sound. Do you understand?"
Emma nodded, her eyes already flashing with worry because this game never worked out well for her. Regina didn't have anything to hand that she could use to gag her, which meant she would actually get punished if she failed to stay quiet.
"Good," Regina murmured, twisting her hand and pressing her thumb hard against Emma's clit. At once, Emma gasped, a hint of a squeal clinging to the back of her throat.
Regina's spare hand reached up and slapped her at once, sending her head snapping to one side. Emma choked back a sob as twisted pleasure crawled through her, starting in her burning cheek and sparking all the way down to her clit.
"I won't tell you again," Regina said. Her voice was low and dangerous and Emma loved every single part of it – she tilted her hips against Regina's hand to give her even deeper access, and she opened her mouth to silently beg her orgasm to hurry the fuck up before she exploded.
Regina watched all of this with an amused smirk on her face. She watched as Emma's lips began to move with wordless pleas: Please. Fuck. Regina, please. Yes, yes, I'm close, I'm so close.
Sliding her hand up the back of Emma's neck and into her hair, Regina grabbed it hard, making Emma's eyes snap back open.
"You liked that, didn't you?" Regina murmured, her lips barely half an inch away from Emma's. "Did it make you feel good?"
Emma nodded, her eyes wide and watery and desperate. Regina flicked her thumb across her clit again, making her gasp.
"You like being slapped like a little whore?" Regina asked softly, her tone jarring against the way her left hand was fisting more tightly in Emma's hair. The movement pulled her head back and exposed her throat. "Do you enjoy being treated like nothing more than my fuck toy?"
Emma was nodding again, more frantically this time, before Regina had even finished the question.
"Yes," she choked out, either forgetting or no longer caring about Regina's no-talking rule. "I do."
Luckily for her, Regina loved hearing her beg so much that she was willing to let her off.
She began to pump her fingers faster, ignoring the burn in her forearm, and purred into Emma's ear, "Is this your favourite place to be? Pinned against my door with your cunt dripping wet?"
"Yes," Emma gasped again.
"I can feel how badly you want this," Regina said. "Your pussy is squeezing on my fingers. What would you do if I took them away?"
Emma let out a shriek of protest. "Please, no."
"What would you do?"
"I'd…" Emma spluttered, but she couldn't think. Her body was going hot all over and her legs were shaking. "I can't… I don't know."
"You don't know?" Regina scoffed, twisting her fingers again and grinding her palm flat against Emma's clit. The pressure sent Emma rocking up onto her tiptoes once more. "Shall we find out?"
"No, please," Emma gasped. Her stomach muscles were clenching in desperation. "I want to come."
"I'm sure you do. I can already feel it running down your thighs."
Emma whimpered at her derogatory tone. "Please, Madam Mayor."
"I'm not stopping you," Regina purred, loosening her grip on Emma's hair and tilting her head forward again until their eyes met. "But hurry up, or I might get bored and stop."
Emma wriggled against her hand, terror shimmering in her eyes. She was so close, so nearly there, but it was like her climax had gotten caught in a net somewhere in her abdomen and she needed something sharp and vicious to help it break free.
She tipped her head back and howled with desperation, and when Regina slapped her across the face once more, she felt the dam breaking. Emma knew she was suddenly smiling as her orgasm crashed over her, her come spilling out and slicking over Regina's fingers. They continued to fuck her until the door was shaking in its frame.
Regina held her there with her body, waiting until she felt Emma's trembling beginning to slow. She left her spare hand on the side of Emma's face, gently stroking the damp hair away from her temple.
She gave her enough time to calm down so that she wouldn't need help standing upright anymore. Then she pulled back and grabbed at the belt, unhooking it from the door.
"This way," she demanded, yanking Emma across the room once more. Emma stumbled along behind her, blinking furiously like she was trying to adjust to the light, and let Regina drag her toward the desk.
When they reached it, Regina turned her around and pushed her up onto it. Once Emma was sitting with her hands still bound in front of her, Regina nodded toward the far end. "Scoot up and lie down."
Emma took a deep breath and shuffled along until the backs of her knees were hanging over the lip of the desk. She slowly leaned back, tightening her abdominals to stop her from crashing down onto the table. Regina watched with something dark and hungry flashing through her eyes as the muscles contracted under Emma's skin.
When Emma was lying flat, Regina stepped up alongside her and pulled her arms upward. Emma felt a tug and some adjusting against her wrists, and then Regina was looming over her again. "Pull."
Emma tried to lift her hands from where they were positioned over her head, but they didn't budge. She rolled her head back and tried to look. "What…?"
Regina pressed her palms against the edge of the desk and leaned over her.
"Did you know you can get hooks to attach to the underside of a table?" she asked conversationally, her gaze scanning the full length of Emma's body. "I imagine they're supposed to be for hanging wires from, or maybe a purse, but I think I've just found a better use for them. Pull harder."
Emma did as she was told, applying far more pressure than she'd used when she'd been strung up on the door, but the hook stayed put. Regina's smirk grew.
"Excellent," she purred, reaching out one finger and trailing it down the front of Emma's body. "No escape."
She took a step back. "What colour?"
"Green, Madam Mayor."
"Good," Regina said, stepping closer to her hips. Emma's legs were dangling off the edge of the desk, and her thighs were spread just enough that Regina could see the wetness glistening off the insides.
But she didn't stop to do anything with that. Instead, she strode over to the door and tugged it open.
Emma lifted her head and blurted out, "Regina?"
"Don't go anywhere," Regina threw back over her shoulder. Emma could hear the cocky smirk in her voice as the door clicked shut behind her.
Letting her head thud back down to the desk, Emma tried to take a deep breath and compose herself. The way her wrists were bound just beneath the wooden lip of the table meant that she felt even more stretched out and exposed than before. She tried to press her feet against the solid legs beneath her, but the angle was wrong. Her calves were left dangling, and somewhere deep in her gut she felt a tremor of fear melting together with excitement.
Regina was gone for a while – long enough for Emma's breathing to quicken and her pussy to start desperately squeezing around nothing. She groaned and arched her back. Some of Regina's papers were sticking to her and when she wriggled her hips, one of them knocked against the penholder.
She felt fucking ridiculous, and she loved it. She spread her thighs wider and waited for Regina to return.
When she eventually sauntered back through the door, her clothes were gone. She was wearing a sheer black bra and matching panties, and even from Emma's position strapped down to the desk, she could see that she was holding something behind her back.
Regina leaned back against the door until it clicked shut. Her hand reached out and twisted the lock. "Did you miss me?"
Emma nodded urgently. Regina walked back toward the desk, the object still hidden behind her back, and positioned herself between Emma's spread legs.
"I can see that," she commented, her eyes on Emma's slick cunt. Her mouth twitched with amusement. "Do you even try to hide it?"
"It's… hard," Emma gritted out. She could feel the warmth of Regina's body radiating against her and it was making her clit throb even more.
"Because you're that needy?"
"Because I want you."
A dark smile crossed Regina's face, and then all of a sudden she was clambering up onto the desk to join her. Whatever object she'd brought with her was dropped onto the leather desk chair, which was positioned at an angle that meant Emma's couldn't see it.
Regina straddled her waist and settled down on top of her. The fabric of her panties was damp against Emma's abdomen.
"Would you be surprised if I told you that I wanted you too?" she asked, resting her hands on Emma's breasts. They were heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath.
"What do you want from me?" she choked out. Regina smiled at the uncertainty in her voice.
"Don't sound so worried," she said, diving forward and startling her with a hard kiss. Regina rolled her hips forward as she slid her tongue into Emma's mouth, slowing their movements down until they were kissing languidly and breathlessly. When Regina pinched on her nipples, Emma moaned.
And then, just as quick as she'd descended upon her, Regina was backing off again. The desk creaked as she slipped onto the floor.
She reached for the object on the chair and smiled.
"You asked what I want from you, yes?"
Emma nodded.
Regina lifted the strap-on so Emma could finally see it. It was one of their biggest ones – jet-black and curved in just the right way – and her green eyes widened like lily pads at the sight of it.
"I want you," Regina said quietly, unbuckling the harness and wrapping the belt around Emma's hips, "to make me come."
Emma lifted herself up from the desk, allowing Regina to fasten it over her pelvis. Regina gave it a quick tug to check it was secure, and then nodded for her to lie flat again.
"Are you going to do that for me?" Regina asked.
Emma's mouth had gone dry. She nodded. "Yes, Madam Mayor."
"Good," Regina said, bending down and peeling off her panties. As she clambered back onto the desk, her eyes never left Emma's face. "I can't wait to feel this cock of yours deep inside me."
Emma groaned, her eyes fluttering shut, and Regina used the opportunity to pounce. She crawled forward and lowered herself down, wrapping her mouth around the plastic shaft. Emma felt the sudden pressure against her hips and lifted her head. When she saw Regina kneeling over her, taking a dick deep in her mouth, she nearly cried.
"Fuck," she blurted out. For once, Regina didn't scold her for speaking out of turn – her hands were crawling up the front of Emma's body, her nails gently scraping over Emma's ribs until they reached her breasts. She teased and tweaked at them as she sucked the cock deeper, hollowing her cheeks around it until it was pressed against the back of her throat.
She glanced up and found Emma watching her with tears in her eyes. Her jaw was trembling.
Regina grinned around her mouthful and pulled herself free. "Do you like this?"
"Yes," Emma choked out without hesitation. "You look amazing."
"I'd love to do this for real on you," Regina purred, bending over the strap-on again and letting a trail of saliva dribble down onto it. She used her hand to smear it along the full length, pumping it like it was actually Emma's cock and she was intent on dragging her toward orgasm number three. "Tell me, Miss Swan – do you think I'm a spitter or a swallower?"
Emma groaned at the question. "I don't… I don't know."
"Take a guess."
"… a swallower?"
"Wrong," Regina purred, pushing herself up onto her knees and crawling forward. "I like to let a man come on my chest. Sometimes even my face, if he's very lucky."
A choking noise came from Emma's throat, and she automatically tugged on her restraints.
"But the best thing," Regina continued, positioning herself at the head of the cock and starting to rub it over her pussy, "is to let them come inside me. I love being filled up like that – when you can feel someone's come spilling out of you and dribbling down your thighs."
As Emma stared up at her with teary eyes, Regina slipped the head of the dildo inside her and released a long sigh.
"But being filled up like this is even better."
She lowered herself slowly, her thighs trembling until they were flush against Emma's. As soon as the cock was all the way inside her, Regina tilted her head back and sighed.
"Mm. Much, much better."
Emma tugged on the belt again, suddenly desperate to rip her hands free so she could reach out and grab Regina's waist.
Regina felt her struggling and looked down at her with a smirk.
"Do you need something?"
"I want to touch you," Emma blurted out, though she knew it was pointless. Regina had tied her down for a reason.
"I'm sure you do," Regina said, leaning forward and kissing her. Emma's lips parted and Regina's tongue slid between them.
As they slowly kissed, Regina lifted her hips. The dildo shifted inside her, and she let out a gentle gasp.
She pulled away from Emma's mouth and murmured, "You feel incredible."
Emma struggled again, but the wriggling just meant the cock that was currently buried in Regina's pussy ground harder against her walls. Regina moaned out loud, her hands cupping Emma's breasts and squeezing.
"Don't do that," she said sharply. "I want you to lie still. I'm going to fuck you, not the other way round."
Emma pouted up at her, but she did as she was told. Clenching her fists to stop them from trying to reach out again, she waited for Regina to start moving at her own leisurely pace.
When she did, Emma nearly cried. With a mischievous glimmer in her eye, Regina began to slowly roll her hips, not lifting herself up on the dildo but instead rocking back and forth to take it shallowly against her G-spot. She groaned, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back. As her dark hair tickled her shoulders, she shivered.
"We don't do this nearly often enough," she said, her voice soft and dreamy like she was mostly talking to herself. Emma recognised it as a sentence that she wasn't supposed to respond to, so she just pressed her lips together and tried to ignore the throbbing between her thighs. She could feel her own come slick across her pussy, and every time Regina rocked forward, the heavy strap between her legs ground against her clit. It would have been painful if it hadn't also been sending dull waves of pleasure through her entire body, and the more Regina arched and ground against her, the harder it got for her to not open her mouth and whimper out loud.
As if she knew that, Regina looked down at her with a sly smile. "Don't you have anything to say?"
Emma shook her head. Regina leaned forward and pressed their noses together, then rocked forward again.
"Are you not enjoying yourself?" she asked quietly. She could hear Emma's shallow breathing and she could see how dilated her pupils were.
Emma groaned and tried to reply. "I—"
"Actually," Regina cut her off, pressing her palm over her mouth. She sat back upright and squeezed hard on Emma's cheeks. "Don't bother. I'm not sure I want to hear it."
Keeping her left hand over Emma's mouth, she trailed the other down the front of her body and gently tweaked a nipple.
"I think you're enjoying watching me fuck myself, but you're also frustrated," she continued, rolling her hips against Emma's and gasping when the strap-on ground against just the right spot inside her. "Mm. I think you're impatient to come again. Am I right?"
Emma shook her head, but it wasn't convincing. Regina scoffed at once.
"You know how I feel about you lying to me, Emma," she said in her darkest voice. She pulled her hand away and rested it on Emma's sternum, using both her arms to finally lift herself up on the dildo. "I know how greedy you are. I know you'd come 10 more times if I let you."
Emma still didn't reply, because her eyes were wide and on the cock that was now visible between Regina's thighs. It was shimmering as it appeared from beneath her, and all Emma wanted to do was wrap her own mouth around it and taste it.
"Pay attention," Regina snapped, suddenly reaching down and pinching Emma's nipples hard enough to make her gasp. "Are you too busy focusing on how much you want to get fucked by this cock that you can't even concentrate on what I'm saying?"
"No!" Emma blurted out, forgetting her place; forgetting Regina's expectation of her. "I was thinking—"
"I don't care what you were thinking," Regina hissed, leaning forward and grabbing a fistful of Emma's hair. Emma automatically tilted her head back to lessen the sting, and Regina dove toward her stretched-out throat with a smirk on her lips. She dragged her tongue along it as she lifted her hips again, then slammed her body back down against Emma's. "What have I told you about talking back to me?"
Emma whined, trying desperately to look down again so she could watch the strap-on plunging between Regina's legs, but the grip on her hair stopped her. Not being able to see properly was the worst punishment imaginable right at that moment, and to her shame she felt tears prickling at her eyes.
"Oh, darling," Regina cooed, pushing herself up on her other hand so she could stare down at her. "What's the matter?"
Emma tried to look down yet again, following the wet sucking noises that were exuding from between Regina's spread thighs, but Regina just tugged harder on her scalp.
"I'm sorry," Emma moaned, accidentally bucking her hips and pushing the dildo further into Regina's cunt. Regina's eyes closed for a second and Emma caught the glimmer of a smile on her face, a second before a hand came down on her throat and pinned her against the desk.
"You're always sorry," Regina murmured, squeezing slightly harder on Emma's neck and watching the way her eyes bulged. Her other hand remained fisted in her hair as she started to rock again, harder this time, her dark gaze glued to Emma's and her lips no longer smiling. "I'm not going to fuck you again, you know. You don't deserve it."
"No," Emma choked out, bucking her hips again and slamming the cock hard into Regina's pussy. At once, Regina's eyes flashed.
"Oh, definitely not," she hissed, her nails digging into Emma's scalp. When Emma flinched, she did it harder. "How long have we been doing this now, Miss Swan? How many months have I been fucking your brains out for?"
"I don't—"
"I'll tell you," Regina interrupted, releasing her throat and hair all at once and sitting upright with her hands on Emma's chest. "Long enough that you should know how I feel about you being a whiny little brat. Do I enjoy it when you do that?"
She was fucking herself properly on Emma's cock by then, her hands gripping Emma's breasts and using them for support as she rocked herself up and down, and all Emma could do was lie there and try not to let the tears in her eyes fall down her cheeks.
"No."
"And yet you do it anyway," Regina said, her voice catching as the dildo entered her once more. Her breasts were bouncing in their sheer bra and the fact that Emma couldn't reach out and cup them or squeeze them made her want to scream. "You're constantly trying to piss me off just so I'll hurt you, aren't you?"
It was only partly true, so Emma shook her head. A split second later, Regina was slapping her right breast hard enough to leave a handprint.
"Lying isn't any better than insolence," she snapped, gently twisting Emma's nipples and smirking at the way she moaned. "You greedy little mess. Look at you. Do you know what you look like right now?"
Emma could guess – her fingers were still aimlessly scrabbling at the belt that was tying her down and her eyes were brimming with tears. She was pretty sure she could taste blood from biting on her lip too hard. Above her, Regina was fucking herself harder, breathing quickly and smirking down at her as she watched Emma fall apart, and she knew her cheeks must be red from shame and need and desperation.
She whined and arched her back. At the sudden shift, Regina moaned out loud.
"Emma," she gasped, forgetting herself momentarily. Her head tipped back as she rolled her hips forward, taking the strap-on as deep inside her as it would go. "God."
Regina suddenly removed her hands from Emma's breasts and lifted them to her own. As Emma watched, she pinched her own nipples and ground forward once more, grinding her clit hard against the harness covering Emma's pussy.
With a gasp that sucked the air from the room, Regina came. It was sudden and it was nearly silent, apart from the wet, sticky noises that came from the cock shifting inside her. Emma blinked through her tears and kept watching her, not trying to look at the dick that was hidden between her legs anymore but instead staring up at her face: Regina's eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open, and her fingers were still locked onto her nipples tightly enough to make them turn red.
When her climax finally began to ebb away, Regina looked down with a shaky sigh. She caught sight of the expression on Emma's face and laughed.
Without a word, she leaned over Emma's head and grabbed the belt. After a minute of fumbling, it came apart and Emma was free to throw her arms around Regina's waist.
Regina pulled her upright and kissed her hard, biting into her lower lip and soaking up the way she moaned. Enjoying her momentary freedom, Emma raked her nails down Regina's back, pausing at the dimples at the base of her spine and feeling her clit throb all over again as they twitched beneath her fingertips.
Regina pulled away and pressed her mouth against Emma's ear. Her voice was dark and almost shaking when she murmured, "Fuck me."
Emma blinked, twisting away to meet Regina's eyes again. "What?"
"Fuck me," Regina repeated. "Right now."
Emma couldn't miss the command in her voice, so she released Regina's waist and started to shuffle toward the edge of the desk. Regina hopped off at once and held out a hand, dragging Emma down to the carpet with her. Emma paused to kiss her once more, her tongue delving deep into her mouth and her hands skimming down the front of her body until they reached her waist, before she spun her around. Regina let herself be turned, and as soon as the fronts of her thighs hit the edge of the desk, she bent over all too willingly.
Emma placed a hand on the small of her back to hold her down as she guided the strap-on back between her legs. They both heard the faint whimper of excitement from Regina's lips, but they ignored it. That wasn't part of the game.
As soon as the cock was back inside her, Regina groaned, "Yes, Emma. Fuck."
Emma could barely respond, because the sight of the dildo disappearing into Regina's slippery cunt was enough to suck the breath from her lungs. She gripped her hips with shaking hands and buried the cock as deep as it would go, trying not to moan when Regina arched her back and pressed her ass flat against Emma's hips.
"Shit," Regina growled, leaning her forehead against the desk. When Emma stayed still behind her, she looked over her shoulder and snapped, "Did I not just tell you to fuck me?"
Emma jumped. "Yes, Madam Mayor."
"Then what exactly are you waiting for?"
Emma wasn't waiting for anything – she'd just been gawping at the curve of Regina's spine, the swell of her ass, the tiny dots of sweat that were scattered across her shoulders. She'd been admiring the way she was bent over so willingly in front of her, and for a split second she'd been wondering if maybe she was about to be allowed to dominate her for once.
One look at the glare on Regina's face, though, told her how naive she'd been.
"Sorry," Emma said, gripping her hips harder and pulling the strap-on back out. As soon as the head was very nearly free, she thrust it back in again. Regina gasped, rocking up onto her toes. "Is that better?"
"Don't talk," Regina hissed through her teeth. "Just do as you're told."
Emma had become adept at following orders, and so she did exactly as Regina asked: she slammed the dildo back into her, grinning when she moaned out loud, and then withdrew it with agonising slowness. She refused to pick up a proper pace – not when she finally had the chance to torture Regina in the same way that she always so enjoyed torturing her – and before long Regina was squirming beneath her, her thighs spreading wider against the edge of the desk like she was hoping that would finally spur Emma on.
Eventually she lost her patience.
"Is that the best you can do?" she demanded, turning to glare at Emma once more. Emma heard the wobble in her voice, though, and she saw the glimmer of sheer need in her eye. For once, Emma had the upper hand. She was determined to use it.
Ignoring Regina's complaints, she reached forward and grabbed one of her wrists. Regina barely seemed to register what was happening before it was pinned against her lower back, and when she finally looked round with shock and outrage on her face, her other wrist had joined it.
"Miss Swan," she spluttered, but Emma could already feel her grinding back harder. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Be quiet," Emma replied, and the shock of being talked back to actually made Regina fall still. Her head thudded back down to the desk, and before she could think of a snappy retort, Emma was slamming the dildo back inside her. Regina choked back a moan, her eyes flickering shut, as Emma gripped her wrists and pinned her down and fucked her into the edge of the desk like Regina had wanted her to do all along.
"Fuck," Regina gasped, pushing herself up onto her tiptoes to give Emma a deeper angle with which to thrust into her. When the dildo rubbed against her G-spot, she nearly howled. "God."
"I know," Emma cooed, feeling braver than she ever had done before. "It's nice to be controlled sometimes, right?"
Regina immediately tried to yank her wrists free of Emma's grip, but Emma was ready for her. She kept them pinned there and plunged into her again, shivering at the surprised moan that slipped out of Regina without her meaning for it to.
"You call this controlling me?" Regina asked. She sounded breathless. "Try harder, dear."
Emma laughed, reaching down between them and slapping Regina sharply across the ass. At once, Regina bit down on her lip to suppress a moan.
"Pathetic," she gasped. "You're… You're not even trying."
"No?" Emma asked, abruptly pulling out. Regina's whine of disappointment was sharp and delicious.
Emma stooped to pick up the pair of panties that Regina had dropped earlier and quickly used them to bind Regina's wrists together. She didn't even struggle.
"You have to tie me up to try and assert some authority over me?" Regina asked.
"Just learning from the master," Emma replied. When Regina's wrists were secured, she grabbed her hips and slammed the strap-on right back into her. The force of it snatched her breath away, and Emma could see that she was already struggling to think of another belittling comment when her body was betraying her by coming apart.
"I'm going to kill you when this is over," she said right before Emma thrust inside her again. Her growl turned into a moan, and when Emma snaked a hand beneath her hips and gently pressed down on her clit, it descended into a full-blown shriek. "Oh, God."
"I think I might kill you first," Emma replied, her hips settling into a steady rhythm as she began to fuck Regina into the edge of the desk. Her cunt was hot and slippery beneath her fingertips – so wet that it was almost impossible to keep any pressure on her clit – and whenever her fingers skidded, Regina groaned into the papers that were spread out beneath her face.
"You're making a fool of yourself," she forced out through gritted teeth, but her authority had finally gone. Her cheeks were pink and her hair was a mess, and Emma could see the way her hands were shaking even as she clenched them into fists against her own back. Whenever she stopped sniping and bitching, she was quietly muttering to herself as she tried to get through this with her dignity in tact.
A sudden wave of something that could only be described as sadism washed over Emma, and she reached forward to grab her hair.
Regina gasped as she was pulled off the desk, her back an uncomfortable arch and her eyes springing wide like two new moons. As Emma slammed into her, she started to wriggle and moan, and the intimidating aura that she'd worked for years to build up gradually began to slip.
"That's right," Emma purred in her ear. She wasn't as comfortable with using dirty talk as Regina was and she didn't quite know what to say next, but it didn't matter – Regina was already whimpering, her eyes scrunching shut again, and when she suddenly blurted out, "I fucking hate you," Emma knew she was coming. Her entire body went rigid as Emma continued to plunge the strap-on deep inside her, and as she fucked her to within an inch of her sanity, she felt her body get hotter and looser and weaker beneath her fingertips.
Eventually she let go of her hair, and Regina fell back onto the desk with a thud. She just lay there, breathing hard, her eyes still closed. Emma tentatively pulled out of her and reached down to untie her wrists.
"Regina?" she asked after a full minute of silence. Regina held up one shaky forefinger and stayed exactly where she was.
As she struggled to catch her breath, Emma fumbled with the harness around her hips and tugged it loose. It fell to the floor and she stepped out of it, only just realising then how shaky and exhausted her legs were. With Regina still lying prostrate on the desk trying to remember what her own name was, she felt herself slide to the ground, positioning herself with her back against the leg of the table. She was down there for another minute before Regina finally joined her.
Emma waited to be yelled at, but Regina just leaned her head against her shoulder. She was still breathing heavily.
"Are you okay?" Emma asked, reaching out to push her sweaty hair away from her forehead.
Regina laughed. It took a moment for her to properly respond. "I think so."
"I'm sorry if that was too much," Emma said. "I just… I got caught up and I wanted to—"
"Emma," Regina interrupted softly. "It was great."
"Really?"
"Mm. Really," Regina nodded, her clammy temple sticking to Emma's skin. "I won't be making a habit of it. But…"
"I know," Emma concluded for her. "It was a nice change, but we all know who's really in charge here."
Regina pulled away and smirked at her. At the sight of her flushed, satisfied face, Emma felt a whole new wave of love wash over her.
"Exactly," Regina said. "I'm glad you agree."
They fell into silence, both of their heads resting back against the desk, and Emma took a moment to look around. Half of Regina's possessions had fallen to the ground, and there was a shattered coffee mug three feet away. Regina's glasses – something Emma wished she wore more often – had clattered to the rug some time ago.
Emma took in the carnage that surrounded them and laughed. It was only 9:30pm.
"What?" Regina asked, turning to look at her.
"This. It's just… insane."
Another delicious smirk. "It is a little. But I love it."
"I know. Me too," Emma said. "And I love you."
Regina's beam grew in intensity, and she leaned forward to kiss her. "I love you too."
They fell quiet again, and their hands automatically tangled together in the space between their legs. Their fingers were hot and sticky and still twitching slightly, and Emma squeezed harder to tell Regina just how happy she was about all of that.
"So," Regina said eventually, still looking ahead at the closed door. "What now?"
After a pause, Emma chuckled. They had a half hour left until Henry got home.
She turned to look at Regina and found a delighted smile waiting for her. She grinned back.
"Well," she said, bending forward to press their lips together. Regina was already waiting for her. "I guess we start again."
THE END