"Do your worst..."
Looking down at the Sheriff, the brunette opens her mouth to offer up a retort as to how foolish the younger woman sounds requesting such a thing, but when she finds herself staring intently into blown green, she understands that this is about more than just this evening. This is about every caustic retort and heated look the two of them have shared since the blonde trespassed into the Mayor's life. It is about the impossible rage and wishful violence the older woman has felt. It's an invite.
It's raw.
Raising an eyebrow, Regina keeps her silence, rocking her hips ever so slightly so that the tattered cotton of the Sheriff's underwear offers delicious friction against her need.
The younger woman's eyes are wide, and despite her raspy request for punishment, there is still a hint of apprehension that dances behind sooty lashes, and a nervousness she is unable to mask from sharp features. Such tentative caution has Queen thinking back to her dream, but the thought doesn't alarm her quite as much as she imagines it should. She is by now adamant that Emma is her own, and as they lie here together, they are mercifully alone, and what cruel violence her subconscious had imagined her administering unto the blonde now seems more like a sordid promise as kiss-swollen lips urge her to inflict whatever darkness she desires.
"As you wish."
And she offers a small smile as she lets the words drip from her tongue, wondering if perhaps she should ask the blonde if they might try to agree on a safe-word, but deeming the question too crass to vocalise. This is a most peculiar situation and she doesn't wish to instil second thoughts in the younger woman.
She knows Emma well enough to understand this is more likely to be caused by her words than her actions.
Leaning forwards, she brushes her lips against the blonde's once more, this time continuing on and trailing her attention lower; grazing perfect teeth against the exquisitely vulnerable column of the Sheriff's throat. Biting down, she tests the waters; increasing the pressure she applies with her teeth slowly in a curious bid to assess the younger woman's tolerance for pain.
Breath coming in harsh, broken gasps, her muscles flex sporadically before, finally, the blonde cracks.
"Ah!"
It is a choked cry, and the brunette leans back to regard her with interest; dark eyes flickering from gritted teeth and dusky lashes squeezed tightly shut, to the angry mark she has created just below Emma's jaw. The flesh there glistens wetly from her tongue and is sure to form a dark bruise, much like the slow fading mark a little lower courtesy of her role-play down at dinner.
Pressing her finger to the newer of the two bite marks, she watches as the Sheriff takes her bottom lip between her teeth and opens her eyes slowly to regard her with pained arousal.
She shivers.
You are my prize...
The thought fills her with a red lust, and suddenly she knows there's no turning back now. Emma has brought this onto her herself with her impish goading as to their perceived roles and her brazen request to feel the Queen's wrath, and that is exactly what she's about to get.
For now she is a princess.
The Queen's princess.
Mine.
Hooking her fingers deftly into the tattered waistband of the Sheriff's underwear, the brunette drags flimsy fabric slowly down; hissing darkly 'up' into the younger woman's ear as an order for her to lift skinny hips and free ruined cotton.
Emma complies wordlessly.
Moving out of the way, Regina slides the last garment left between them slowly down pale legs, watching the blonde observe her movements with glittering, blown intrigue. Tossing the useless scrap of fabric carelessly to the floor, the darker woman takes a hold of slim ankles and yanks hard to pull the Sheriff- chuckling in surprise- further down the bed so that she lies flat without the support of the pillow.
"Silence."
Her tone is laced with authoritative reprimand, and the younger woman does as she's told without a second thought on the matter.
Well now that's new...
Full lips form a cruel smirk; the Mayor relishing her dominant position over the blonde as the latter lifts her head to regard her quizzically; aching to know what's coming next.
Climbing from plush covers, the Queen moves to the head of the bed and looks down at the Sheriff with an intense darkness that has the younger woman swallowing nervously.
"What are you going to do...?"
Slim fingers fly towards the blonde's face, and she flinches as though she believes the darker woman means to slap her, but the brunette does no such thing. Taking hold of the younger woman's jaw with cruel force, Regina leans in close and addresses the Sheriff coldly.
"I told you to shut up."
She catches a brief flicker of irritation cross the blonde's pale features, but is rewarded with careful obedience nonetheless, and she supposes such out of character compliance on Emma's part may have a strong correlation with the wanton clenching of her own sex as she continues to hover predatorily over the Sheriff.
"Good girl."
Words she is sure would have the younger woman riled up instantly under any normal circumstance, but which now fall from her lips unchallenged.
She allows the blonde to taste her before pulling away.
"Lie still."
As the Queen climbs up onto the bed and gracefully manoeuvres one leg up and over the Sheriff, she spares a brief thought as to whether she is taking things too far- sure from Emma's earlier reactions that the younger woman has had at least some experience with the fairer sex, but understanding that the brushing of lips and a few clumsy caresses are a far cry from the position she proposes now- but she is almost positive that their intentions are unified.
She is proven right when the only sign of discomfort the Sheriff shows is moving her head slightly; the brunette's knees cushioned by her long hair and pulling a little on one side.
Regina shifts her legs slightly to allow golden tresses to be pulled out from beneath her as she kneels wide-legged over the blonde.
"Show me how I'm your Queen..."
Smirking as she refers to the younger woman's own heated goading, she hums appreciatively as slim flingers brush obediently at her inner thighs, before the Sheriff pulls at her gently, letting her know she should lower herself down further.
"Oh..."
Dark eyes flutter closed as the blonde offers a tentative swipe of her tongue, the Queen's heart hammering in her chest as she falls forward to drag her fingers down pale thighs; Emma's knees bent and held primly together.
"Open your legs..."
Regina hisses, palms coming to rest on sharp hipbones.
Her request is denied due to the blonde not catching her low murmur, but the reasoning behind the younger woman's insolence is of little interest to the Queen.
"Ah!"
The Sheriff cries out in surprise as sharp nails drag with cruel roughness down the taut muscle of her stomach, catching in the thin web of her navel momentarily.
The brunette is unsurprised to find herself accosted with a small scar above that natural dip.
"Open your legs."
Louder this time, and the younger woman complies slowly; parting her thighs with a curious tremble as she continues tasting the darker woman's growing excitement.
Dark eyes drink in intimate pink as the Mayor remains leant forward; looking, but not yet rewarding the Sheriff with her touch.
The blonde increases her endeavours- leaving the Queen in no doubt that she has indeed done this before- and Regina lets out a low moan, trailing her fingers featherlight up and down the pale expanse of the younger woman's stomach where angry red lines remain as a reminder of her previous punishment.
Cupping the Sheriff's sex delicately, she proceeds to simply move her fingers lazily; teasing but not quite reaching down to slip into the blonde's wetness as slim hips begin to move with tentative encouragement.
She shudders as Emma flicks the sharp point of her tongue purposefully over her clit.
The younger woman mewls against hot flesh as Regina enters her with her index finger.
The brunette smirks; enthralled by the slightly weatherbeaten perfection of the Sheriff's form as the latter continues to move beneath her while serving her so sweetly.
She lowers herself fully.
Do your worst.
It takes longer in reality than it had in her dream for the younger woman to finally commit her unforgivable error.
The only initial sign that Emma might be concerned or uncomfortable at all with her suddenly restricted oxygen supply is a slight tension that ripples through her body and causes her thighs to draw shut ever so slightly. A firm push and purposeful application of weight onto the blonde has the Sheriff swiftly rectifying her movements and spreading her legs wide once more; never ceasing her ministrations, but finally allowing her teeth the graze fragile flesh accidentally as she moves.
Growling dangerously, the Queen brings the flat of her hand down hard between the younger woman's parted legs, causing the latter to cry out and jerk in surprise.
Sharp teeth scrape delicate folds a little more roughly as slim thighs slam shut instinctively.
Snarling, Regina digs her nails into the pale skin of the blonde's stomach; dragging them angrily up delicately pronounced ribs with brutal malice.
What had been a choked cry becomes little less than a wounded scream against her most sensitive flesh, and she bucks her hips with momentary blindness to anything but her own desire; falling forward and pulling the Sheriff's legs firmly apart to taste the younger woman's evident arousal hungrily.
Slim thighs beneath her palms begin to tremble tellingly as she feels the warm fingers of her own orgasm begin to take her graciously.
"Oh god, Emma!"
She moans as she comes completely undone; the Sheriff's own cry of pleasure muted, but the twitching of the sinewy muscles of her legs all too telling.
Coming down from her high, Regina moves herself carefully off of the blonde; the lust that had clouded her judgement only moments ago abating enough to allow her to assess their current position and take pity on the younger woman's restricted breathing. She strives to control her own harsh panting as her cheeks glow a pleasant pink and her eyes sparkle. Looking down at the Sheriff, she smirks as Emma too appears sufficiently exhausted as a result of their enthusiastic activities.
Her smile falters when she notes a small trickle of scarlet rolling lazily down the dip between delicate ribs towards the younger woman's navel.
Dark eyes flash with an untold emotion as the Queen takes in the crude red lines that litter the blonde's pale flesh; beading with a small spot of blood here and there.
"Holy shit..."
A wry chuckle, and the Sheriff glances up at her bedmate with amused disbelief, frowning when the expression she receives in return is anything but humorous.
"...What?"
"Emma..."
"What is it? Did I... Did I do something?"
A deep blush flushes already rosy cheeks as the blonde bites her lip with obscene awkwardness, and the brunette shakes her head slowly, moving so that she once more straddles slim hips.
"... You're bleeding..."
Her tone isn't quite apologetic, but her expression says what her words don't, and Emma looks down at herself with casual intrigue.
"Jeez, you really went to town, huh?"
She jokes, already feeling slightly awkward as her mind struggles to comprehend what in the hell just happened.
Regina seems not to share her amusement.
Emma frowns.
"It's... It's ok... Seriously...Don't worry about it..."
A small shrug, and a hopeful smile as the younger woman silently urges the Queen to let the matter drop. She is aware of a sharp sting across the pale flesh of her stomach, but she has felt worse pain, and is more intrigued then distraught by the darker woman's sudden rough ministrations. The fact that Regina has managed to procure a few errant drops of blood doesn't really phase her; the small grazes superficial, and well worth the cause.
"Regina?"
"Miss Swan... I need to ask you something..."