A/N- Here is the rather anticipated next chapter. It is pretty graphic (as is much of my writing) so beware and know that I do not profess to own anything other than my own sick imagination. Enjoy. Remember, if you don't like it, you were warned ;)
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Emma kicked her legs apart and stepped in front of the bunched clothing to trap Regina against the hood of the car. The brunette cried out in surprise but barely had a chance to react because the blonde had been so quick.
"Sheriff!" Regina shouted as she found that she could not move. "This is illegal! You cannot-" Emma's hand connected solidly with her backside and cut off the rest of her words. Regina writhed in arousal but shook her head. "Stop this instance!"
"Not gonna happen." Emma reached into her tool belt and withdrew the nightstick. She waved it in front of Regina's eyes and the brunette stiffened and bit down on her lip. "You do know that I'm going to punish you, don't you, Mayor?" She asked. When the brunette didn't respond, Emma bit down on her ear; hard.
Regina cried out. "Yes…"
"And do you know why?"
"Because I made you come all over yourself at the-"
SMACK. Emma's hand came down again on her ass; causing the flesh to ripple enticingly. Regina pressed her flushed face to the cool surface of the Mercedes and let out a deep moan. The blonde grinned. "Yes, because of your inappropriate behavior. Regina, you have been very bad. As sheriff, I believe it is my job to rectify your behavior."
The words coming from the blonde's mouth were having an extreme effect on the mayor pressed flat against the car's hood. Regina felt her folds grow wet and heat curl within her body. She ached for the woman to dominate her; to make her cry out in ecstasy. It was for this reason that she prodded.
"Sheriff, I hardly think that you have the ability to reform me."
Emma smirked. God, I will enjoy this. She thought to herself. "Really? You don't think that you can learn your lesson by being bent over the hood of your own car and fucked by my nightstick?"
"Perhaps," Regina felt strong hands clutching her thighs and the thick tip of the baton trailing up the inside of her leg; toward her heated center. "But I doubt you have the ability or the longevity to give me what I need."
"Really?" Emma ground out and pressed the stick against her entrance; she heard Regina suck in a breath. "Because I'm pretty sure that I'm more than capable of dealing with you effectively." The head of the baton pressed forward and sank an inch into the woman's wet heat. Emma chuckled at the lack of resistance; it proved that the woman was exponentially turned on.
"I find that difficult to believe." The brunette was barely able to concentrate on her words as the stick glided forward another inch; stretching her folds deliciously. She desperately wanted Emma to drive it into her.
"Oh, Regina, you are too easy." Emma laughed and filled her with the stick. The brunette bucked in pleasure beneath her but the blonde pressed her free hand to her back; forcing her to lie still. "I know exactly what you want."
"Oh? And what is that, dear?" Regina tried to sound disdainful and almost managed it; almost.
"You want me to dominate you. You need me to punish you; you crave my discipline." Emma pulled the baton out and plunged it back in until Regina whimpered in need. "Don't you?"
"You are delusional." Regina barely was able to breath and yet she choked out a quip. The blonde marveled at her determination.
"And you are a sick, sick woman." The sheriff laughed and set a punishing pace; pummeling the brunette with the nightstick until she was groaning with every thrust. Regina rose up on her toes to present her folds to the woman so that she could pound them with the baton savagely.
"Oh, god, more." She growled and clutched at the back of her own blouse with her cuffed hands; nearly tearing the delicate silk. She turned her head and pressed her opposite cheek to the cold top of the Mercedes; willingly allowing the sheriff to ravish her in the darkness.
"What did you say?" Emma asked but Regina bit down on her lip; suddenly self-conscious of her desperation. The blonde retaliated at the woman's sudden silence by pulling the baton out and tapping it against her clit.
"Oh!" The brunette cried out and wiggled her hips. "No! Don't stop!" She shouted; her voice muffled against the hood of the car.
"Stop?" She tapped the wet, trembling bud again.
"Sheriff, if you stop now, I will make you very sorry indeed." Regina warned with a venomous tone.
"Mayor, you are in no position to threaten." A loud slap resounded through the night as Emma brought her hand across the woman's smooth ass; leaving an angry red handprint and causing the brunette to shudder. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No!"
"You would like for me to continue?"
"Yes, Sheriff, I would like that."
"I thought so." Emma plunged back in without preamble and picked up where she left off. A jerk ripped through the prone woman's body and she groaned loudly against the car's hood.
Regina could feel the edge coming; she knew it was inevitable. She tried to lift her hips higher; to present more of her heat to the woman punishing her deliciously. As the climax loomed nearer, nothing mattered to the woman except reaching that peak. She was completely unaware of the sounds coming from her mouth as the blonde pounded her folds with the thick baton.
"Are you going to come for me?"
The words were quiet, but Regina responded without thought. "Yes!" she cried desperately. "Oh, yes, Emma, I want to!"
"Are you sure?"
"Oh…" the brunette whimpered quietly as the orgasm came upon her and realization ripped through her. "Yes, yes, yes…." The waves crashed over her as the nightstick continued to meet her folds with a steady rhythm. "Fuck, Emma." She cursed and the blonde felt her own underwear become even more moist.
Regina collapsed against the car and panted deeply in the aftermath of her orgasm. But Emma hardly gave her seconds to recover before she pulled her up and forced her to her bare knees in the pine straw on the shoulder of the road. The woman's wet underwear and rumpled skirt still trapped her ankles and her hands were still cuffed behind her back. Regina found that she was completely at the mercy of the woman standing over her; the feeling of helplessness scared and enthralled her. The mayor looked up with big, dark eyes into the dilated green gaze of her lover as the blonde unbuckled her belt, ripped down her skinny jeans, and pressed her soaking folds to the mayor's stunned face.
The brunette moaned and opened her mouth gratefully. A strong, urgent hand threaded in her hair as Emma crowded her back until her shoulders and head were pressed to the side of the Mercedes. Regina used her tongue to penetrate and fuck the blonde as Emma rocked against her face forcefully; setting a hungry pace that the kneeling woman matched willingly.
Regina leaned back and braced her still-cuffed hands against the tire of her own car as Emma rode her face into the blinding light of her own, well-deserved orgasm. When the blonde was finished, she pulled the woman to her feet, uncuffed her and pulled up her own pants. Regina's legs and shoulders were cramping and her neck was stiff from the angle of leaning into Emma's heat. She could feel the trickle of her lover's arousal on her mouth and brought the back of her hand up to wipe it away before she pulled up her skirt and underwear self-consciously.
The blonde grinned in a self-satisfied manner. "I think you performed well enough for me to drop the ticket."
Regina narrowed her eyes at the insinuation. "I wasn't aware that I was bribing you."
"Well, Madam Mayor, why else would I fuck you out here on the highway?"
"Why else indeed, Sheriff Swan?" Regina adjusted her skirt and panties haughtily before wiping the pine straw from her knees. "I think I should file charges against you."
"You wanted that." The husk in the blonde's voice had the brunette trembling once more.
"You are mistaken."
Emma stepped near her and Regina slumped slightly against the hood of her car; leaning away from the blonde in anticipation. Crowding her space, the sheriff hovered her mouth above the swollen and used lips of the mayor's until Regina was nearly panting in arousal once more. The blonde stepped back suddenly and Regina swayed forward automatically before reddening in embarrassment and anger.
"Like I said; you wanted that." A smirk flashed across the pale face of the blonde before she turned around and got into her car. The engine roared to life and the sheriff drove away in high spirits, leaving Regina, fuming and exhausted, propped against the hood of her own car.