This chapter took me FOREVER to write. Sorry about that! As I warned in the last chapter, this chapter contains angry BDSM and questionable consent on Emma's part, due to the fact that she doesn't know what Regina will be doing to her. That said, if any of this trips a trigger for you, skip this chapter. If none of that bothers you, then read on!
I tallied up everybody's votes, and the majority of you wanted to see this chapter written from Regina's perspective. So here it is! If you enjoy, please review, fav, and follow! :)
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Chapter 21:
Regina led Emma up the dark staircase and left her in the center of the king bed.
"Undress," she said to the blonde as she disappeared into her closet.
She felt along the wall lined with suits until her hand connected with the hidden latch. She nudged the wall, and it creaked open. Musty air trickled into her nose, along with the scent of oiled leather. Barefoot, she stepped onto the unfinished wood planks and found the string to the overhead light.
As she gazed at her toys—the corsets, the studded halters, leashes, wigs, and whips—she smirked. If only her mother knew what she'd done to the extra closet space—walled it off and made it her secret playground.
"'G-Gina?"
Emma's voice trembled as it carried to her ears.
"I'll be there in a minute, love," she replied.
Briskly, she chose several toys and reentered her bedroom.
In the candlelight, Emma lay on her back in the center of the bed, blonde hair like ocean waves around her face. She had her knees up, legs pressed together.
A tremor ran through Regina's body. Her hand tightened on the whip she held. For a moment, she questioned her actions, her desire to mark up the fine, tanned body that awaited her, while her anger pulsed like a second heartbeat.
But she stepped forward because she knew the release that her actions would bring—the release for both of them.
She dropped the toys on the duvet and watched Emma's eyes fly open. The blonde glanced beside her at the pile, a myriad of emotions making her mouth quiver.
Regina turned the younger woman's chin, leaned over her, and captured her lips in a hard kiss. Emma melted into her at once, warm body heating the front of Regina's dress.
She pushed apart the other woman's soft thighs and captured Emma's wrists. She forced them up, into all that blonde hair. When she met no resistance, a groan cascaded from her throat.
"You remember our safe word?" she asked, pulling back a breath.
Eyes swimming with desire, the substitute teacher nodded. "Applesauce. No, apple cinnamon. God, I want you to fuck me."
Hearing those words from Emma in such a broken, feverish voice made her shiver with need. "I will. Now sit up. I'm going to blindfold you."
The younger woman complied. She sat with back ramrod straight on the bed, and Regina ran her tongue across her lower lip at the sight of the bare breasts thrust at her in offering.
She selected the black silk from the pile of toys, swept the other woman's hair into a low ponytail, and secured the blindfold over her eyes. She reveled in Emma's sensory loss—the slight part of her lips, the question in her posture, the way she followed the sounds of Regina's body as she rose to disrobe.
"Stand up and help me," she ordered.
Emma's hands sought her, the blonde letting out a small gasp as she drew the fabric down Regina's form and found the older woman naked underneath.
Regina arched into the sightless, fumbling touch, nipples hardening and clit harder. Surging forward, she caught Emma's chin in her hand once more and slipped her tongue between parted lips. She overpowered the other woman's tongue easily, kissing her until their lips bruised. She slid into the waiting, wet mouth, thrusting her tongue deep until her vision phased out from the desire to fuck, to claim, to control.
"On the bed," she growled.
When Emma failed to move away fast enough, she took her by the throat and guided her back until her legs hit the mattress and gave out.
"'Gina," Emma tried.
She ignored the apprehension in the younger woman's voice and tossed her so her head landed on the mountain of pillows.
"Unless you wish to use the safe word, be quiet," she said as she fished the restraints out from the slotted headboard. "Or I shall gag you."
She secured one thin wrist, then the next, pleased when Emma pulled but couldn't free herself.
She bent down and whispered in the pink shell of the blonde's ear. "Be thankful I'm feeling kind enough to use cuffs with padding, instead of metal ones."
Emma arched toward her, mouth seeking, and Regina took pity on her. She placed a kiss on the corner of the other woman's lips. Her fingertips trailed down the blonde's windpipe, pressed hard enough at the hollow in her throat to draw forth a whimper, then pinched without warning at the twin nipples that stood straight at attention.
She twisted the hardened flesh, making Emma's back arch off the bed. The blonde loosed a cry, and her legs fell open, revealing the wetness between them. Regina's mouth watered at the sight, remembering the way the younger woman tasted, remembering how those legs clamped around her as she orgasmed.
She couldn't wait to savor her again, but this time Emma would have to wait to come.
"I thought you told me you like to be one on top," she said. She dragged her nails down Emma's body, then swirled a finger between soaked folds.
The other woman's mouth opened to respond, and Regina slapped her gently across the face. "That was clearly a rhetorical statement. I told you to be quiet."
Emma fell silent as her cheek reddened.
"Now," she whispered, "I'm going to have to punish you."
At the thought, heat exploded between her legs. The rest of the world—the rest of the night—faded into the periphery.
She grabbed the blonde by both knees and bent her back until she lay doubled, her ass exposed. She stroked one muscular, round cheek, drawing close enough to the puckered hole for Emma to whimper and twitch.
"You like that?"
Emma hesitated, perhaps expecting to be slapped again, before fervently nodding.
"What about this?"
Regina reached back to the pile on the bed. She passed over the sting of the riding crop for the wide expanse of the flogger. The cold leather warmed in her hand as she eyed her submissive.
Emma's breath raced past her lips. Her chest turned pink under Regina's scrutiny, as though the younger woman felt her gaze, despite the blindfold.
The sight sent a surge of angry desire through Regina's body. She lifted one of Emma's legs and bit the soft skin on the inside of her knee, hard enough to draw the taste of copper. The blonde tensed and cried out beneath her.
She switched to fondling her submissive's ass once more and bumped her naked pelvis up against the younger woman's warm body. With her free hand, she dragged the flogger between bare breasts, along long legs, then spun it across her bottom.
Emma writhed as the leather strips caressed her puckered hole, her slit, her clit. Then, when Regina leveled the first crack against her skin, she moaned.
The sounds of her lover's cry and the whip making contact made desperate heat bloom between Regina's legs. She gripped Emma's ankles harder, pelvis thrusting forward once more, her aching clit scraping the blonde's firm behind.
She might have to give in and fuck her soon, she thought. Otherwise, she would come all over Emma's ass—and it wasn't nearly red enough yet for that.
Unable to hold in a groan, she struck Emma across the bottom again, then again.
Redness blossomed on tan skin. Emma's cries soaked the room as her body jerked under the punishment. Regina's frame trembled as she caressed, then whipped, then caressed her submissive over and over and over.
Somewhere in it all, she lost control of her wrists, watched them move to cover every last inch of the blonde's exposed ass in stripes of red.
And still she wanted to whip her harder, to flip her over and strike her back, her legs, even her arms. She wanted to treat her the way every girl who'd stumbled into her hotel rooms begged to be treated.
But—
Her hand stopped mid-blow.
She could feel the heat radiating from Emma's bruised skin.
Emma didn't beg for this.
Beneath her, the blonde's teeth bit at her lip. Sweat sheathed her body. Regina could sense herself pushing at Emma's limits, could sense their safe word held captive in her throat.
She did something she didn't usually do. She let the flogger fall from her hand.
"You're all right," she told the younger woman.
She guided Emma's legs back to the bed, then leaned forward to take her lips in a kiss. Emma's mouth was sloppy on hers, wet, needy. Regina pressed herself against the length of the blonde's body, and the younger woman lifted to meet her. The feel of soft skin on her own ignited fire within Regina's frame.
"Don't think I'm done with you yet," she said.
With a last hard kiss to keep Emma from responding, she rose and pulled a final toy from the pile. She pulled the harness up over her hips and tightened the straps until her favorite strap-on sat snug against her.
She crawled back over Emma. "I'd like to introduce you to someone."
The blonde's head tilted in question.
"This is the Ambrosia 3.0," she said. "A toy cock that feels as close to the real thing as I've been able to get. This model isn't even on the market yet."
She switched on the control box and stroked the strap-on with a single finger. Where the cock sat against her erect clit, she felt a delicious tremor. Unable to stop herself, she moaned.
"If you're a very good girl, maybe I'll even let you to use it on me one day," she murmured into Emma's ear. "It's been a long time, since I allowed anyone that pleasure."
The younger woman pulled at her bonds, an answering moan slipping from her mouth.
"Would you like me to fuck you now?" Regina asked. "You may use your words to answer me."
"Y-yes," Emma stammered.
"Good girl." She positioned herself at the blonde's entrance. "You now have permission to be as loud as you like. I've found I quite enjoy your…expletives."
One finger pressing down the tip of the cock, she used it to stroke Emma's swollen clit. Streaks of wetness coated the underside of the strap-on, and Regina's clit ached where answering vibrations caressed it.
"God, 'Gina," Emma moaned. "P-please don't tease me."
She needed no further permission to enter her submissive.
She pushed inside slowly, feeling Emma's walls clench tight, then release to accept the length. She added an inch at a time, though the building pressure in her clit made her want to take her submissive all at once and fuck her until she spilled inside.
"More," Emma said, her hips jerking. "Faster."
She gasped. The motions were almost enough to send her over the edge.
She bent the younger woman's legs back up to her chin, immobilizing her, then shoved the cock in the rest of the way. "Better?"
In response, Emma groaned low in her throat.
Smirking, Regina slid out to the tip. She bathed in the sight of the captured woman beneath her, of the now wet strap-on between her legs.
As she watched Emma tense in anticipation, watched her struggle to claim the cock once more, her hips rocked back and forth of their own accord.
She wouldn't be able to stop now. Not if her life depended on it.
She plunged deep, the younger woman's walls swallowing her, kneading her, threatening to suck out her soul.
"Fuck," she cried, thrusting harder.
She smacked Emma's heated ass, then clenched it, determined to control her rising orgasm.
Despite Regina's desperate hold, the blonde's entire body surged up to meet her. They set their frantic rhythm like a well-practiced dance.
"Harder," Emma begged.
Moving her hands to the younger woman's bound wrists, she complied. She tilted over her submissive's body, so her pelvis stroked the exposed clit with every thrust.
From that position, she watched a drop of sweat splatter from her chin between Emma's trembling chest. She watched herself disappear deep inside the blonde's pliant body.
The pressure between her legs grew, almost painful now.
"I can't hold on much longer," she growled, nails scraping Emma's arms. "I'm going to—"
Her lover moaned in response. "God 'Gina, I want to feel you come in me."
As she spoke, Emma's mouth opened wide. Her back arched, and Regina felt the clamping of inner walls vibrate against her clit.
"Yes," she groaned. "Come for me, Emma."
A cry shredded the younger woman's throat. Her hips jerked faster on the cock, riding it hard, until she went stiff on the bed. Regina watched her lover peak, still pumping as her own release formed from the heat.
She took hold of Emma's waist as she felt the orgasm start at the tip of her clit. As she pulled to blonde down to meet her thrusts, Emma's cries grew louder.
It was that sound flung her over the edge. She plowed deep into the younger woman, hilting herself inside as the sharp sprays of pleasure rocketed through her body. She moaned, holding fast to the woman beneath her. The orgasm went on and on until she clenched her eyelids shut against it.
"Emma," she cried, as though her lover held the power to bring her back.
At last, she felt legs tighten around her waist. Emma murmured her name.
Spent, she came home and collapsed on top of the younger woman, emptied of everything—even her anger.