A/N: I woke up this morning to my phone exploding with notifications regarding comments, follows, and favorites! You guys are wonderful, I can't even begin to thank you for following me along this journey. For that, I bring you the next chapter, and I will post two more later in the day. Happy reading my lovely readers!

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Both newly-weds are settled on their beach lounging chairs, each wearing their sunglasses, Emma's hair was in a messy ponytail, while she wore a pair of blue shorts, along with a light gray tank top. She was deeply engraved in a book, while Regina lied on her stomach, one of her earbuds in her ear listening to Emma's mix on her phone.

They were on their final journey to their honeymoon, and what a honeymoon it has been. South of France was everything Regina had hoped for. Now, here they were, lying out on a beach, under the shade of the blankets that were placed above them like a fort. They still caught some sun, of course.

Regina observed her adoring wife, looking more like a college student touring the South of France rather than her hot-shot wife CEO. She slipped her sunglasses down to get a better look at the blue ocean and the light blue clear sky. The sun was beaming down on them, so warm, so noticeable. She caught a glimpse of Gold, along with two other French twin bodyguards that she could not remember the names of.

A small blonde child comes up running toward them, his attention devotedly given to Emma. "You want to see my magic crystal?" He asked her, excitedly showing off his rock to her.

Children and their wild imaginations. That made Regina smile.

Emma placed her book down, her brow furrowed as she grabbed onto the sand covered rock. "It's a rock." She said in her most serious voice, never once having an imagination of her own as a child.

"I think it's lovely," Regina smiles, stretching out her hand for the rock, which Emma quickly gave to her. "Ignore her. She has no imagination," she whispers to the boy, who runs off in a fit of giggles after she ruffles his golden hair.

Emma gives her attention to a more important matter. Her wife's sexy figure, lying there with the sun on her back. She places her book down, leaning over her wife. "You'll burn," she whispers, startling the brunette.

"Only for you," Regina gives her wife her sweetest smile.

The late afternoon sun has shifted and she is under its full glare.

Emma smirks and in one swift move pulls her sun lunge into the shade of the parasol. "Keep in mind, Mrs. Swan… if you burn, I won't be able to touch you." She lifts a brow, her expression amused. "But I suspect you know that and you're laughing at me."

"Would I?" She gasps, feigning innocence.

"Yes, you would and you do. Often. It's one of the many things I love about you." She leans down and kisses her, playfully biting the brunette's lower lip.

"I was hoping you'd rub me down with more sunscreen."

"Mrs. Swan, it's a dirty job… but that's an offer I can't refuse. Sit up." Emma reaches for the sunscreen bottle, squirting some on her hands as Regina does as she's told. Her hands and long fingers begin to work, coating her in the lotion.

Regina closes her eyes, even behind her sunglasses. She loved for her wife to touch her, but to massage her as she applied sunscreen was the best thing.

"You really are very lovely. I'm a lucky woman," Emma murmurs as her fingers skim over her breasts, spreading the lotion.

Regina chuckled. "Yes, you are, Mrs. Swan." She gazes coyly up at her through her lashes and behind her sunglasses.

"Modesty becomes you, Mrs. Swan. Turn over. I want to do your back."

Smiling, Regina rolls over, and she undoes the back strap of her hideously expensive bikini. "How would you feel if I went topless, like the other women on the beach?" She asked.

"Displeased," Emma says without hesitation. "I'm not very happy about you wearing so little right now." She leans down and whispers into her wife's ear. "Don't push your luck."

"Is that a challenge, Mrs. Swan?"

"No. It's a statement of fact, Mrs. Swan. You're showing plenty as it is. I don't need every pair of eyes here ogling you, including Gold's."

The brunette sighs, shaking her head. Oh, Emma… my possessive, jealous, control freak wife.

"When is Gold going to get a break?" She asked.

"We need security." Once Emma is finished she slaps her behind. "You're done." She removes her sunglasses, setting them on the chair next to her book. "I'm gonna go for a swim. Join me?"

"Mhm, right behind you." Regina murmurs, her eyes wanting to close on her as she was at her most relaxed state.

Emma smirks her wicked grin, looking down at her wife. "I think you need a wake up call." Suddenly she pounces and lifts her wife into her arms while Regina shrieks, more from surprise than alarm.

"Emma! Put me down!" Regina squeals.

The blonde chuckles. "Only in the sea, baby."

Several sunbathers on the beach watch with that bemused disinterest so typical of the French, as Emma carries the brunette to the sea, laughing, and wades in.

She can't think of anything, except to clasp her arms around her wife's neck. "You wouldn't," she says breathlessly, trying to stifle her giggling.

Emma grins. "Oh, Gina, baby, have you learned nothing in the short time we've known each other?" She kisses her, and Regina quickly seizes her opportunity, running her hands and fingers through her hair, grasping two handfuls and kissing her back while invading the blonde's mouth with her tongue.

Emma inhales sharply and leans back, eyes smoky but wary. "I know your game," she whispers and slowly sinks into the cool, clear water, taking Regina in with her as her lips find plump ones once more. The chill of the Mediterranean is soon forgotten as they wrap themselves around each other.

"I thought you wanted to swim," Regina murmurs against Emma's mouth.

"You're very distracting." Emma grazes her teeth along the brunette's lower lip. "But I'm not sure I want the good people of Monte Carlo to see my wife in the throes of passion."

Regina runs her teeth along the blonde's fine jaw, not giving a shit about the good people of Monte Carlo.

"Gina," she groans. Her hand wraps a fistful of her wife's hair around her hand and tugs gently, tilting her head back, exposing her fine throat. She trails kisses from her ear down to her neck. "Shall I take you in the sea?" She breathes.

"Yes," Regina whispers.

Emma pulls away and gazes down at her, her eyes warm, wanting, and amused. "Mrs. Swan, you're insatiable and so brazen. What sort of monster have I created?"

"A monster fit for you. Would you have me any other way?"

"I'll take you any way I can get you, you know that. But not right now. Not with an audience." She jerks her head toward the shore. Suddenly Emma grabs her around the waist and launches her into the air, letting her fall into the water and sink beneath the waves to the soft sand below.

Regina surfaces, coughing, spluttering, and giggling. "Emma!" She shouts, scolding and glaring at her. So much for making love in the sea. She laughs, splashing some water right at her wife who laughs along with her and splashes her back.

"We have all night," she says, grinning like a fool. "Laters, baby." Emma dives beneath the sea and surfaces three feet away from the drenching brunette, then in a fluid, graceful crawl, swims away from the shore, away from her.

Ugh! Playful and tantalizing Emma. How I love her. Regina swims ashore, coming up with an idea to get back at her for this little teasing stunt.

To hear Emma speak just melts her, but to hear her wife speak fluent French as she orders drinks for them, does numerous things to her body. Regina rests on her stomach back on her lounge chair, placing her sunglasses back on, while Emma towers over her.

"I ordered us some diet cokes. I'm going back into the water."

"Okay." Regina keeps an eye on Emma until she is only a faint speck in the distance. Her hands reach behind her own back, untying the knot of her bikini top. She reaches underneath, arching her body upward to be able to pull the top out and tosses it aside carelessly. And before she knows it, she drifts off into a deep sleep, dreaming about her wedding day.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Emma's voice startles the brunette awake, as the blonde is standing all wet and beautiful at the end of her sun lounge, glaring at her, her hands on her hips.

What have I done? Oh no… Regina sits up quickly, realizing she shifted in her sleep and was now lying on her back. Shit! She's mad. She's really mad.

"I was lying on my front. I must have turned over in my sleep," Regina's voice is still a little groggy from sleep.

Green eyes are dark with fury. Emma bends down to scoop up her wife's bikini top and tosses it at her. "Put this on!" She hisses.

"Emma, no one cares. No one's even looking."

"Trust me. They're looking. I'm sure Gold and the security crew are enjoying the show!" She snarls.

Shit! Regina suddenly shields her bare breasts with her arms. How could she had forgotten about them? The man was good to appear invisible. And ever since the sabotage of Charlie Tango, security were assigned to them like their own personal shadows.

"Some sleazy fucking paparazzi of some tabloid magazine could get a shot of you, too. Do you want to be all over the cover of a magazine? Naked this time?" She snarls.

Regina quickly places her bikini top on, scolding herself this time. Because Emma was right about that. The unpleasant memory of being besieged by the paparazzi outside of her job after their engagement was leaked comes to her mind, unwelcomed. All part of the Emma Swan package.

"L'addition!" Emma snaps at a passing waitress. "We're going," she says to Regina.

"Now?"

"Yes. Now."

This is the Emma that's not to be argued with.

As they make their way through the beach and waves of other tourists, Emma is clutching her book and phone in one hand, while placing her sunglasses, masquerading her blazing anger behind them. This was supposed to be a situation where Emma would see the funny side of it, it wasn't Regina's intention to flip onto her back. Even if she had fallen asleep.

As both women are strapped into their life vests, Regina mounts a jet-ski, sitting right behind Emma. This was her favorite part of their entire honeymoon, riding this mini boat, with her arms wrapped around her wife. Even if she was angry at her right now.

Emma kicks the jet ski away from the dock, and it floats gently into the marina. "Hold on," she orders, and Regina happily puts her arms around the blonde. The mix of the sea air along with Emma's scent were her favorite on this trip too. She also loves that she can hold her wife tightly around her abdominal area and or her chest and Emma won't even flinch anymore to the contact.

The blonde accelerates the jet-ski out into the sea water, circling around their rented yacht. The Fair Lady it was called, built in 1928. Regina holds on tighter to Emma's body as she feels the rush and excitement of being mounted on this jet-ski with her. She can't contain her need to cheer in excitement, which she can't see, but the very action brings a smile to Emma's face.

The sea spray is splashing them, the warm wind buffeting their faces and flying their hair crazily around them. There were tourists gathered around to see the show, not only of them, but others sailing around them.

And as angry as Emma had gotten earlier, being on this jet-ski really made her forget all about it. She was truly enjoying herself. And what better way to experience it all than with her wife by her side?

Emma speeds through the open sea water, crashing expertly into an incoming small wave, which causes them to jump in the air and splash back down. "Again?" She asks her wife, looking over her shoulder with a wicked grin tugging at her lips.

Regina nods enthusiastically. Her arms hold on tighter around her wife as Emma rides around the Fair Lady once more and jumps another wave.

They are aboard the harbor, ready to board the yacht. Emma is unstrapping Regina from her life vest while one of the stewards waits patiently for it to be handed over to him.

"Will that be all, ma'am?" He asks the blonde, taking the life vest from her. His French accent thick.

Emma removes her sunglasses and lets them hang against the collar of her tank top. Her eyes on Regina. "Would you like a drink?" She asks.

"Do I need one?"

She cocks her head to one side. "Why would you say that?" Her voice is soft.

"You know why."

Emma frowns as if weighing something in her mind. "Two gin and tonics, please. And some nuts and olives," she says to the steward, who nods and quickly vanishes.

Regina waits for it.

"You think I'm going to punish you?" Emma's voice is silky.

"Do you want to?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"I'll think of something. Maybe when you've had your drink." And it's a sensual threat.

Regina swallows, her entire body lighting on fire. She wants to reach out to fan herself, but holds back.

Emma frowns once more. "You want to be?"

How does she know? "Depends." Regina mutters.

"On what?" She hides her smirk.

"If you want to hurt me or not."

Is that what you still think of me? The blonde's lips press into a hard line, humor forgotten. She leans forward and kisses the brunette's forehead. "Regina, you're my wife, not my sub. I don't ever want to hurt you. You should know that by now. Just… just don't take your clothes off in public. I don't want you naked all over the tabloids. You don't want that, and I'm sure your mom and dad don't want that, either."

Shit! She's right about that. Regina mentally scolds herself. Her mother and father would have a field day if she were to appear nude on a magazine cover for the whole world to see. Her father surely would have a heart attack and turn on his grave.

The steward comes back with their drinks and snacks, setting them down on the steak table.

"Sit." Emma motions toward the chairs.

Regina sits in one of the chairs, watching Emma take a seat next to her. She reaches for a gin and tonic as it passed to her by the blonde.

"Cheers, Mrs. Swan."

"Cheers." Regina smiles, taking a welcome sip. It's thirst-quenching cold, and delicious. When Regina's eyes look into Emma's, her wife's green eyes are watching her carefully, her mood unreadable. "Who owns this boat?" She asks, trying for a distraction.

"A British knight. Sir Somebody-or-Other. His great grandfather started a grocery store. His daughter's married to one of the crown princes of Europe."

Regina's brows hit her hairline. "Super rich?"

Emma looks suddenly wary. "Yes."

"Like you," Regina murmurs.

"Yes. And like you," Emma whispers and pops an olive into her mouth.

Regina blinks, recognizing that look in Emma's eyes. They were filled with sincerity. The same way they were during their wedding ceremony. 'All that is mine is now yours,' she told her, her voice clear.

She can't help her amusement. "It's odd. Going from nothing to-" she waves her hand to indicate their opulent surroundings- "to everything."

"You'll get used to it."

"I don't think I'll ever get used to it."

Gold appears on deck. "Ma'am, you have a call."

Emma frowns but takes the offered phone. "Swan," she snaps and rises from her chair to stand at the bow of the yacht.

Regina looks onto the sea, tuning out Emma's conversation with Ingrid- her number two blonde at work, and right hand at the office. Regina is rich. She's rich… and didn't do anything to earn every penny she now owns under her name, which is… everything! Her thoughts scatter to a conversation her and Emma once had about prenups. It was the Saturday after Emma's birthday, and they were all seated at the table enjoying a leisurely breakfast. All of them. Ruby, Mary Margaret, David, and Belle. Plus her and Emma. Mary Margaret was already planning for her daughter's wedding, and she had brought up the whole prenup thing, to which David agreed to.

Emma however… was a different story. She didn't want to hear the words prenup being mentioned again. It angered her that her own family didn't trust Regina wasn't marrying her for her money. So she forbade it. Emma trusted Regina with her life, and if by tomorrow Regina wanted to run away with all of her hard earned money- so be it. She loved this woman more than she ever knew she could love. She would gladly give it all up for her and live out the rest of her days under a bridge inside a cardboard box for warmth on those cold winter nights.

David was rather short with Emma that day as well. The memory of it made Regina cringe. Emma understood though, as he was upset having to learn about his daughter and Mal.

"You'll get used to it." Emma repeats, taking her place back at the table, interrupting Regina's thoughts.

"Used to it?"

"The money," she says.

Maybe with time. Regina rolls her eyes playfully, pushing the dish of nuts toward her gorgeous wife. "You're nuts, ma'am." She says as serious as possible, trying to bring some humor into their conversation.

Emma smirks. "I'm nuts about you." She reaches for an almond, chewing on it slowly. Her eyes are sparkling with wicked humor as she enjoys the brunette's little joke. "Drink up. We're going to bed."

Oh. Every muscle inside Regina's body, especially South, clenches. That look Emma gives her could be responsible for starting global warming. Regina's eyes don't leave her wife's lustful green ones as she reaches for her drink and gulps down the rest of the gin and tonic.

Emma has that ghost of a smile on her lips as she swiftly stands and leans over the brunette, her hands resting on each of the arm chairs. "I'm going to make an example of you. Come. Don't pee," she whispers in her ear.

Regina's eyes are wide as she gasps, out loud. Don't pee? That's rather rude.

"It's not what you think." Emma smirks, holding her out to her. "Trust me."

"Okay." Regina places her hand in Emma's, because quite simply, she would trust the woman with her life. And she looked so carefree and sexy- how could she possibly resist?

Emma leads her across the deck and through the doors into the plush, beautifully appointed main salon, along a narrow corridor, through the dining room, and down the stairs to the master cabin. The cabin has been cleaned once this morning and the bed made. It's a lovely room. With two portholes on both the starboard and port sides, it's elegantly decorated in dark walnut furniture with cream walls and soft furnishings in gold and red.

The blonde releases Regina's hand, pulls her tank top over her head, and tosses it into a chair. She steps out of her flip-flops and removes her shorts and panties in one graceful move.

Oh my… Will I ever tire of looking at her naked? The answer was no. Emma was utterly gorgeous and hers. All hers. Her skin glows as she's caught the sun, her golden strands that fall over her face are slightly longer. Yep. Regina was one lucky, lucky woman.

And of course. Their favorite, most reliable of kinky fuckery toys could not miss out on this honeymoon. There it is, hanging freely and finely off of Emma's hips, strapped in quite nicely.

Emma walks up to Regina, clasping her chin and pulling it so that she stops biting her lip from all the ogling. "That's better." She turns and strides over to the impressive armorer that houses her clothes. She produces two pairs of metal handcuffs and an airline eye mask from the bottom drawer.

Handcuffs! They had never used plain handcuffs before, only leather ones. Regina glances over at the bed wondering where Emma would attach those, given that there was no place she could think of.

Emma turns and gazes steadily at her wife, her eyes dark and luminous. "These can be quite painful. They can bite into the skin if you pull too hard." She holds up one pair. "But I really want to see them on you now."

Jesus H. Christ. Regina swallows the lump that forms suddenly inside her throat.

"Here." Emma stalks gracefully forward and hands her a set. "Do you want to try them first?"

They feel solid as Regina holds them in her hands. The metal is cold. Vaguely, she hopes she never has to wear a pair of these for real.

Emma watches her wife intently.

"Where are the keys?" The brunette asks.

The blonde holds out her palm, revealing a small metallic key. "This does both sets. In fact, all sets."

How many sets do you have exactly? She doesn't remember seeing those in the playroom.

Emma caresses along the brunette's cheek with her index finger, her thumb caressing along the woman's lower lip, all the way up to her scar. "Do you want to play?" Her voice is low and seductive.

"Yes," Regina breathes, melting away.

She smiles. "Good." She places a feather-like kiss right on her forehead. "We're going to need a safe word."

What?

"'Stop' won't be enough because you will probably say that, but you won't mean it." She runs her nose slowly down Regina's, being the only contact they have.

Regina's heart starts pounding? Oh wife of mine, what do you have in mind? How could she make words sound so panty-dropping good?

"This is not going to hurt. It will be intense. Very intense, because I am not going to let you move. Okay?"

"Okay." Regina nods, thanking God almighty that she is finally married to this Greek goddess. And that it was her she was having all of these sexual desires and experiences with. Her eyes quickly scan down Emma's body, finishing with the readiness between her legs.

"Choose a word, Gina."

"Apple," she quickly says, already panting.

"Apple?" Emma repeats, amused.

"Yes."

She grins as she leans back to gaze at her beautiful wife. "Interesting choice. Lift up your arms."

Regina does, finding herself dressed in a lovely sundress that was also ridiculously expensive. She watches Emma grasp the hem of her dress, lifting it over her head and tossing it to the floor. She holds out her hand, Regina hands her back the handcuffs. She places both sets on the bedside table along with the blindfold and yanks the quilt off of the bed, letting it fall to the floor.

"Turn around." Emma undoes her wife's bikini top so that it falls to the floor. "Tomorrow, I will staple this to you," she mutters, jokingly of course. She gathers the brunette's jet black hair into one hand and yanks gently so that she steps back against her body. Against her chest. Against the obvious dildo.

Regina gasps, feeling Emma pull so that her head moves to one side, her lips placing a kiss to her neck.

"You were very disobedient," Emma murmurs in her ear, sending delicious shivers down her wife's spine. You insist on defying me, Mrs. Swan… what should we do about that?"

Regina hums a low husky hum. "Learn to live with it," she breathes. Her eyes closing to the contact Emma's tongue suddenly makes contact with the skin on her neck and shoulder between languid kisses that drive her wild.

Emma chuckles. "You are ever the optimist, Mrs. Swan." She stands upright, taking Regina's hair, parting it into three layers and braids it slowly. Fastening a hair tie to the end of it. She tugs on the braid slowly, making her lean her head back, her voice whispering into her ear. "I am going to teach you a lesson," she murmurs.

Moving suddenly, the blonde grabs her by the waist, sits down on the bed, and yanks her across her knee so that she feels their favorite toy pressed against her belly. Regina feels a smack across her backside once, hard. She can't help to yelp, feeling her body being tossed back onto the bed, face up.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" Emma trails her fingertips up her thighs so that she feels a tingle… everywhere. Without taking her eyes off of her wife, she gets up from the bed and gathers both sets of handcuffs. She grasps her left leg and snaps one cuff around her ankle.

Regina could just combust!

Lifting her right leg next, Emma repeats the process so that she has a pair of handcuffs attached to each ankle. "Sit up," she orders, and Regina immediately complies. "Now hug your knees."

What is she going to do? Regina wonders, but draws her legs up so they are bent in front of her and her arms wrap around them in a hug. She watches Emma reach down, lifting her chin, and planting a soft wet kiss on her lips before slipping the blindfold over her eyes. Regina can see nothing, all she can hear is her own rapid heartbeat and the sound of the water lapping against the sides of the yacht as she bobs gently on the sea.

Whatever her sexy, erotic wife was planning to do with her- she was ready!

"What's the safe word, Regina?" Emma asks.

"Apple."

"Good." She takes the brunette's left hand, snapping a cuff around her wrist, then takes her right hand and repeats the same process.

Regina's left hand is tied to her left ankle, her right hand to her right ankle. She can't straighten her legs at all. Fuck.

"Now," Emma breathes. "I'm going to fuck you till you scream."

Regina can feel herself come a little. All of the air in her lungs leaves just with those words spoken out.

Emma grasps both her heels and tips her back so that the brunette falls backward on the bed. Regina has no choice but to keep her legs bent. The cuffs tighten as she pulls against them. Emma was right about the bite of the handcuffs. Suddenly she feels Emma pull her ankles apart, and she can't help to groan.

Thin lips kiss away at her inner thigh, the contact makes Regina want to squirm beneath her wife, but she can't. She can't move at all. She's completely helpless and restrained.

"You're going to have to absorb all the pleasure, Regina. No moving," Emma murmurs, crawling up the brunette's body, kissing her along the edge of her bikini bottoms. She pulls on the strings on each side of them, and the material falls away. She kisses away at her belly, nipping her navel with her teeth.

Regina is now naked and her wife's total mercy.

"Ah," the brunette sighs, feeling Emma's soft kisses trailing up her breasts along with small bites.

"Shhh…," she soothes. "You are so beautiful, Gina."

Regina groans in frustration. Because normally, she would be grinding her own hips up with her own rhythm to meet Emma's contact, but she can't move. She moans, pulling on her restraints, feeling the metal of the cuffs bite away at her skin. "Agh!" She cries out, not really caring if they did bite.

"You drive me crazy," Emma whispers. "So I am going to drive you crazy." She's resting on Regina's body now, her weight on her elbows, and she turns her attention to the brunette's breasts. Biting, sucking, rolling her nipples between her fingers and thumbs, driving her wife wild. She doesn't stop. It's maddening.

"Emma," Regina begs, feeling the blonde's triumphant smile against her skin.

"Shall I make you come this way?" She murmurs against her nipple, causing it to harden once more. "You know I can." Her mouth suckles her nipple hard, making Regina cry out with pleasure. A pleasure that makes Emma's own sex so incredibly wet.

"Yes," Regina whispers, pulling helplessly on the cuffs, swamped by the sensation.

"Oh, baby, that would be too easy."

"Oh… please."

"Shh." Her breath tickles against her chin as she moves up to her mouth, capturing her lips in a kiss. Her skilled tongue invading her mouth, tasting, exploring, dominating, but she feels her wife's tongue meeting her challenge, writhing against her own.

Oh, that taste of cool gin and Emma Swan with the smell of the sea. It makes Regina's head spin.

Emma grasps her wife's chin, holding her head in place. "Still, baby. I want you still," she whispers against her mouth.

"I want to see you." Regina implores.

"Oh no, Gina. You'll feel more this way." And, agonizingly slowly, she flexes her hips and pushes partway into her.

Regina would normally tilt her pelvis up to meet hers, but she can't move. She feels Emma withdraw. "Ah! Emma, please!"

"Again?" She teases, her voice horse.

"Emma!"

She pushes fractionally into her again, then withdraws while kissing her. Her fingers tugging at her nipple. It's pleasure overload.

"No!"

"Do you want me, Regina?"

"Yes," she begs.

"Tell me," Emma murmurs, her breathing harsh, and she teases her once more- in… and out.

"I want you," the brunette whimpers. "Please." She can hear her wife's voice high against her ear.

"And have me you will, Regina." Emma's hips rear up and slam into her sexy wife. "Mmm!" She moans with a growl.

"Ah!" Regina screams, tilting her head back, pulling on the restraints as the blonde reaches her sweet spot, and she is all sensation, everywhere- it's sweet, sweet agony, and she can't move an inch.

Emma stills, then circles her hips, and the motion ridates deep inside Regina. "Do you love me?" She asks.

Regina sighs. "You know I do," she breathes out.

"Then why do you defy me, Gina?"

"Emma, stop…"

Emma circles deep inside her again, ignoring her plea, easing out slowly and then slamming into her again. "Tell me. Why?" She hisses through gritted teeth.

The brunette cries out again in an incoherent wail… this is too much.

"Tell me."

"Emma…"

She slams into her again, thrusting so deep, that Regina's flying… the feeling is so intense- it swamps her, spiraling out from deep within her belly, to each limb, to each biting metal restraint.

"Because I can!" She cries out. "Because I love you! Please, Emma."

Emma groans loudly and thrusts deep, again and again, over and over, losing herself along with her wife, who is lost, trying to absorb the pleasure. Their sex is mind blowing neither of them wants to stop. Emma doesn't want to stop, not yet, and Regina doesn't want her to stop. She couldn't stop her, even if she wanted to. Here she lies, helpless and completely hers. Hers to do with as she wills. And she wants her… she wants her, always.

Regina tries to control her orgasm, but fails, combusting right before her wife.

"That's it," Emma growls." Feel it, baby!"

The brunette explodes once more, around her, at her command, again and again, round and round, screaming loudly as her orgasm rips her apart, burning through her like a wildfire, consuming her heart. Her body is left pulsing and shaking, tears run down her eyes.

She feels Emma's movements move faster and faster until she too combusts with a deep growling orgasm. Her body goes limb, resting on top of her wife's, gently. Her breathing is rapid, matching Regina's.

This wave of pleasure that Emma just made her experience, unlike any other, leaves her exhausted, with aftershocks. It's both heaven and hell all rolled into one.

Emma tears off the blindfold and kisses her. She kisses her eyes, her nose, her cheeks. She kisses away the tears, clutching her face between her hands gently. "I love you, Mrs. Swan," she breathes. "Even though you make me so mad- I feel so alive with you."

The blonde undoes each cuff, freeing her completely, easing out of her slowly before she lays beside her, cradling her loving wife in her arms, massaging her wrists.

God, it feels so great to finally be able to stretch out. Regina exhaustively wraps her legs and arms around Emma, her eyes lazily opening, her lips stretching into a large grin that matches Emma's.

"I really should misbehave more often." She purrs.

"Yes. Maybe you should." Emma chuckles, placing a kiss to the woman's lips.