A/N: Thank you all for your patience. I was planning on updating two updates, but given that this is the last installment of this series, I want to keep it interesting and just update a chapter at a time. This one's a good one however. Happy reading! :) And thank you all for your daily reviews.
This chapter is Rated M.
"Do you have anything in mind?" Emma murmurs, pinning her wife with her bold gaze.
Regina can't quite figure out what to say. All she knew was that even she didn't know what was going on with her lately. She suddenly found herself feeling very breathless and agitated. Was it the chase? The adrenaline? Her earlier bad mood? She couldn't understand it, but what she could understand was that she wanted this, and she wanted it badly.
A puzzled expression takes over Emma's face. "Kinky fuckery?" She asks, her words a soft caress.
Now you're talking. Regina simply nods.
"Carte blanche?" She whispers her question, eyeing her wife speculatively as if she's trying to read her mind.
"Yes," Regina murmurs nervously, as excitement blooms deep inside of her. Emma smiles a slow, sexy smile.
"Come," she says and tugs the brunette toward the stairs. Her intention is made clear. To the playroom it is!
At the top of the stairs, Emma releases her wife's hand and unlocks the playroom door.
"After you, Mrs. Swan," says the blonde and swings the door open.
The playroom smells reassuringly familiar, of leather and wood and fresh polish. Regina's cheeks turn slightly red just imagining that while they were away on their honeymoon, Mrs. Lucas was in here cleaning. As they enter, Emma switches on the lights and the dark red walls are illuminated with soft, diffused light. Anticipation runs thick and heavy throughout Regina's body as she stood in place, rooted to the ground, gazing at her insatiable, hot wife.
Closing the door and locking it, Emma stands before her wife. "What do you want, Regina?" She asks gently.
"You." The brunette's response is breathless.
Emma smirks. "You've got me. You've had me since you walked into my office."
"Surprise me then, Mrs. Swan."
Thin lips twist with repressed humor and carnal promise. "As you wish, Mrs. Swan." She folds her arms and raises one long index finger to her lips while she appreciates the beautiful sight that is her wife. "I think we'll start by ridding you of your clothes." Emma steps forward. She grabs hold of her wife's denim jacket, opens it and pushes it over her shoulders so it falls to the floor. She clasps the hem of her black camisole. "Lift up your arms."
Regina happily obeys, and she watches as Emma peels her camisole over her head. She watches her lean down to plant a kiss against her lips. Her green eyes are glowing with an alluring mix of lust and love. The camisole joins the jacket on the floor.
"Here," the brunette whispers, gazing nervously at her wife as she removes the hair tie from around her wrist and holds it up for the blonde.
Emma's lips twist into a tiny smirk as she takes the hair tie from Regina. "Turn around," she orders.
Regina turns immediately. She feels Emma's hands gather her hair and braid it quickly and efficiently before fastening it with the tie.
Emma tugs at the braid, forcing her head back. "Good thinking, Mrs. Swan," she whispers in her ear, then nips at her earlobe. "Now turn around and take your skirt off. Let it fall to the floor." She releases her, stepping back to watch her unbutton her skirt and zip it down.
The full skirt fans out and falls to the floor, pooling by the brunette's feet.
"Step out from your skirt," she orders. As she watches her wife step forward, she kneels before her, right in front of her to grasp her right ankle. She unbuckles her sandals one at a time while Regina leans forward, balancing herself with a hand on the wall under the pegs that used to hold all of Emma's whips, canes and paddles. The floggers being the only implements that remained.
Having removed her sandals, and leaving her only to be standing in her bra and panties, Emma sits back on her knees, taking in the fine sight before her. "You're a beautiful sight, Mrs. Swan." Suddenly she kneels up, grabs her hips, and pulls her forward, burying her nose in the apex of her thighs. "And you smell just intoxicating, Gina." She inhales sharply, placing a kiss through her lace panties, while hearing a gasp escape her wife's luscious lips. Gathering all of her clothes and sandals, she stands in one swift move. "Go and stand beside the table," she says calmly, pointing with her chin.
Turning, she glides over to her chest of drawers. She glides back and smirks at her wife. "Face the wall," she commands. "That way you won't know what I'm planning. We aim to please, Mrs. Swan, and you wanted a surprise."
Regina turns around, her ears suddenly on high alert to any sound they happen to pick up. She has to hand it to Emma, she is very good at building her anticipation, stoking her desire… making her wait. She can hear her wife put her shoes down and her clothes on the chest, one at a time. She's barefoot. A moment later, she can hear Emma pull open the drawer. Toys! She bites her lip to stop herself from smirking, because she absolutely loves this anticipation.
The drawer and her breathing spikes. How can the sound of a drawer render her a quivering mess? It makes no sense. The subtle hiss of the sound system coming to life tells her it's going to be a musical interlude. A lone piano starts, muted and soft, and mournful chords fill the room. It's not a tune she is familiar with. The piano is joined by an electric guitar. A man's voice sparks and she can just make out the words, something about not being frightened of dying.
Emma walks slowly before her wife, her bare feet padding along the wooden floor. She stands right behind the brunette. "Rough, you say, Mrs. Swan?" She breathes in her left ear. It sends shivers down Regina's spine. "You must tell me to stop if it's too much. If you say stop, I will stop immediately. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"I need your promise."
Regina inhales sharply. My promise? Shit, what is she going to do? "I promise," she murmurs breathlessly, recalling her words from earlier. 'I don't want to hurt you, but I'm more than happy to play.'
"Good girl." Leaning down, she plants a kiss on her naked shoulder, then hooks her finger beneath her bra strap and traces a line across her back beneath the strap. Regina already wants to moan to her touch, but holds it in. "Take it off." Emma whispers in her ear, and hurriedly Regina obliges and allows her bra to fall to the floor.
Regina can feel as her wife's hands skim down her bare back, and how she hooks both of her thumbs into her panties and slides them down her legs.
"Step," she orders. Once more, Regina does as she's told, stepping out of her panties. Emma plants a kiss on her backside and stands. "I am going to blindfold you so that everything will be more intense." She ties the blindfold around and over her eyes, and Regina's world is plunged into darkness. "Bend down and lie flat on the table." Her words are softly spoken.
Without hesitation, the brunette bends over the side of the table and rests her torso on the highly polished wood, her face flush against the hard surface. It's cool against her skin and it smells vaguely of pledge with a hint of orange.
"Stretch your arms up and hold on to the edge."
Reaching forward, Regina clutches the far edge of the table. It's quite wide, so her arms are fully extended.
"If you let go, I will spank you. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me to spank you, Regina?"
Everything down south, below her waist tightness deliciously. Regina realizes she's wanted this treatment since her wife threatened her during lunch, and neither the car chase nor their subsequent intimate encounter has sated this need.
"Yes." She whispers.
"Why?"
Why? Does she need a reason?
"Tell me," Emma orders. And from out of nowhere, once she gets no answer, she smacks her hard.
"Ah!" The brunette cries out.
"Hush." She gently rubs at the brunette's behind where she smacked it. Then she leans over her, her lips digging into her backside, planting a kiss between her shoulder blades that trails across her back. Regina can feel her wife's perfect breasts caress against her bare back. She's taken her shirt off. And she can feel a bulge press against her right beneath the rough fabric of the blonde's jeans. She's clearly wearing their favorite toy. "Open your legs," she orders.
Regina moves her legs apart.
"Wider."
She groans and spreads her legs wider.
"Good girl," she breathes. She traces her finger down her wife's back, along the crack between her buttocks, and over her anus, which shrinks at her touch. "We're going to have some fun with this," she whispers.
Fuck!
Emma's finger continues down over her perineum and slowly slides into Regina. "I see you're very wet, Regina. From earlier or from now?"
The brunette groans, feeling Emma ease her finger in and out of her, over and over. She pushes back on her hand, relishing the intrusion.
"Oh, Gina, I think it's both. I think you love being here, like this. I think you love being mine."
Oh, I do. I do love being yours. Regina can't help biting her lip.
Emma withdraws her finger and smacks her hard. "Tell me," she whispers, her voice hoarse and urgent.
"Yes, I do," Regina whimpers.
Emma smacks her hard once more, making her cry out, then sticks two fingers inside of her. She withdraws them immediately, spreading the moisture up, over, and around her anus.
"What are you going to do?" Regina asks, breathless. Is she going to fuck me… there? She swallows at the thought.
"It's not what you think," Emma murmurs reassuringly. "I told you, one step at a time with this, baby."
Regina can't see a thing, but she can hear something being squirted… somewhere… it's then, she feels something cold being spread on, her wife's familiar fingers massaging her… there. Lubricating her… there. Right on her anus. She squirms as her fear collides with her excitement of the unknown. She feels Emma smack her once more, lower, so she hits her sex. The sudden contact makes Regina groan. It feels… so good.
"Keep still," Emma says. "And don't let go."
"Ah."
"This is lube." The blonde explains, spreading on some more. She can feel her wife wriggle beneath her touch. "I have wanted to do this to you for some time now, Gina."
Regina groans, feeling something cool, metallically cool, run down her spine. A butt plug! The fact is confirmed once she feels the very same cool and metallic object being passed between the parting of her buttocks. Her heart is accelerating. Her pulse is rising.
"I am going to push this inside you, very slowly."
The brunette can't help but gasp. "Will it hurt?"
"No, baby. It's small. Once it's inside you, I'm going to fuck you real hard." She bends over her wife, placing a kiss between her shoulder blade again. "Ready?" She whispers.
Regina swallows down the lump in her throat. "Yes," she murmurs quietly, her mouth dry. She can feel her finger caress its way down in between her buttocks and slips inside of her. It's her thumb. She feels her wife's hand cup at her sex, her fingers gently caressing her clitoris. It makes her moan… feeling so… so good.
And while Emma's thumb and fingers work their magic, suddenly, she pushes the cold plug into her.
"Ah!" Regina groans loudly at the unfamiliar sensation, her muscles protesting at the intrusion. She can feel her thumb circling inside of her, pushing the plug harder, and it slips in easily, and she doesn't know if it's because she's so turned on or if her wife has distracted her with her expert fingers, but her entire body seems to accept it.
"Oh, baby."
She can feel it… where Emma's thumb swirls inside of her… and the plug presses against… oh… She slowly twists the plug, eliciting a long drawn-out moan from her.
"Emma," she mumbles her name as she adjusts to the sensation.
"Good girl," Emma murmurs. She runs her free hand down the brunette's side until it reaches her hip. Slowly she withdraws her thumb, and pulls down on the zipper of her jeans. Grasping the brunette's other hip, she pulls her back and parts her legs further, her foot pushes against hers. "Don't let go of the table, Gina," she warns.
"No," Regina gasps.
"Something rough? Tell me if I'm too rough. Understand?"
"Yes," she whispers, and feels Emma slam into her and pull her onto her at the same time, jolting the plug forward, deeper… "Fuck!" She cries out.
Emma stills, her breathing harsher, and she can hear her wife's panting match hers. Regina tries not to assimilate all the sensations: the delicious fullness, the tantalizing feeling that she is doing something forbidden, the erotic pleasure that spirals outward from deep within her. She can feel the plug being pulled gently out a little. Both women moan at the action. This was pure unadulterated pleasure. It heats their blood.
"Again?" Emma whispers.
"Yes."
"Stay flat," she orders. She eases out of her and rams into her again.
God, did she want this. Exactly this. "Yes," Regina hisses.
Emma picks up the pace, her breathing more labored, matching her wife's own as she thrashes into her. "Oh, Gina," she gasps. She moves one of her hands from her hips and twists the plug again, tugging it slowly, pulling it out and pushing it back in. The feeling is indescribable for Regina, that she thinks she's going to pass out on the table. Emma never misses a beat as she takes her, again and again, moving strong and hard inside of her, causing the brunette's insides to tighten and quiver.
"Oh fuck," Regina moans. This is surely going to rip her apart.
"Yes, baby," Emma hisses.
"Please," the brunette begs her, and she isn't sure why- to stop, to never stop, to twist the plug again. Her insides are tightening around their favorite toy and the butt plug.
"That's right," Emma breathes, and she slaps Regina's backside hard, feeling her come- again and again, falling, falling, spinning, pulsing around and around- and the very action makes Emma gently pull the plug out.
"Fuck!" The action causes Regina to scream, and feels as Emma grabs her hips and climaxes loudly, holding her still.
They sit underneath the table, both spent and wrapped up in each other. Emma's arms are wrapped around her wife, cradling her on her lap. Regina's head is resting against the blonde's shoulder. Blindfold finally off of her eyes.
"Well, did I fulfill the brief?" Emma asks, amused.
Regina frowns. "Brief?"
"You wanted rough," she says gently.
The brunette grins, because she just can't help it. "Yes. I think you did…"
Emma's brows lift to her hairline, her lips splitting in a grin. "I'm very glad to hear it. You look thoroughly well fucked and beautiful at this moment." She caresses her face, her long fingers stroking her cheek.
"I feel it," Regina purrs.
The blonde reaches down and kisses her wife tenderly, her lips soft and warm and giving against her own. "You never disappoint." She leans back to gaze down into brown eyes. "How do you feel?" Her voice is soft with concern.
"Good," Regina murmurs, chuckling. "Thoroughly well fucked." She smirks.
"Why, Mrs. Swan, you have a dirty, dirty mouth." Emma feigns an offended expression, but Regina can hear her amusement.
"That's because I'm married to a dirty, dirty woman."
Emma grins a ridiculously stupid grin and it's infectious. "I'm glad you're married to her." She gently takes hold of her wife's braid, lifts it to her lips, and kisses the end with reverence, her eyes glowing with love.
Regina smiles, her mind thinking that there was no way she could ever resist this woman. Ever. And she's happy she didn't. She reaches for her left hand and plants a kiss on her wedding ring, a platinum diamond band that matched her own. "Mine," she whispers.
"Yours," the blonde responds. Her arms curl around the brunette and her nose presses into her hair. "Shall I run you a bath?"
"Hmm." Regina hums with a smile. A bath sounds glorious. "Only if you join me in it."
"Okay," she says. She stands on her feet, helping Regina up to her own two feet. Emma is still wearing her jeans.
"Will you wear your other jeans next time?" Regina asks.
Emma frowns. "Other jeans?"
"The ones you used to wear in here."
"Oh… those jeans…" Her voice is a murmur.
Regina nods. "I think you look very hot in them."
"Do I?"
"Yes… I do mean, very hot." Regina purrs.
Emma smiles shyly. "Well, for you, Mrs. Swan, maybe I will." She bends to kiss Regina, then grabs the small bowl on the table that contains the butt plug, the tube of lubricant, the blindfold, and her wife's panties.
"Who cleans these toys?" Regina asks as she follows Emma over toward the chest.
Emma frowns as if not understanding the question. "Me. Mrs. Lucas, sometimes."
"What?"
The blonde nods, amused and embarrassed. She switches off the music. "Well- um…"
"Your subs used to do it?" She finishes Emma's sentence. And Emma gives her an apologetic shrug.
"Here." She hands Regina her camisole, who is quick to put it back on her body. Leaving the items on the chest, she takes the brunette's hand, unlocks the playroom door, then leads her out and downstairs. Regina follows without another word.
The anxiety, the bad mood, the thrill, fear, and excitement of the car chase have all vanished. Regina is relaxed- finally sated and calm. As they enter their bedroom, Regina stretches, she feels so at ease with herself.
"What is it?" Emma asks as she turns on the faucet.
Regina shakes her head.
"Tell me," she asks softly. She spills jasmine bath oil into the running water, filling the room with its sweet, sensual scent.
"I just feel so much better."
Emma smiles. "Yes, you've been in a strange mood today, Mrs. Swan." Standing, she pulls the brunette into her arms. She really can't figure out what's been going on with her wife, but she has an idea. "I know you're worrying about these recent events. I'm sorry you're caught up in them. I don't know if it's a vendetta, an ex-employee, or a business rival. If anything were to happen to you because of me-" Her voice drops to a pained whisper.
Regina curls her arms around her wife. "What if something happens to you, Emma?" She voices her fear.
She gazes down at her. "We'll figure this out. Now let's get you out of this shirt and into this bath."
"Shouldn't you talk to Jones?"
"He can wait." Emma helps her out of her shirt, then frowns as she turns to her. Regina's breasts still bear faded bruises from the love bites she gave her during their honeymoon.
"I wonder if Mulan has caught up with the Dodge?" Regina moves onto another topic.
"Well see, after this bath. Get in." She holds her hand out for Regina. Which, the brunette climbs into the hot, fragrant water and sits tentatively.
Regina hisses, her ass still tender.
"Easy, baby," Emma warns, but as she says it, the uncomfortable sensation melts away. She strips next and climbs in behind the brunette, pulling her against her chest. Regina nestles between her legs and they lie idle and content in the hot water. Regina's fingers run down the blonde's legs. "We need to go over the plans for the new house. Later this evening?"
"Sure." Ugh, that woman is coming back. Regina resists the urge to roll her eyes. She loves discussing their new home, but the sight of that woman, flirting and flaunting herself all over Emma was a sight she was not okay with. But, unfortunately, Zelena Greene's designs were truly breathtaking. The best. "I must get my things ready for work," she whispers.
Emma stills. "You know you don't have to go back to work," she murmurs.
Not this again.
"Emma, we've been through this. Please don't resurrect that argument."
Emma tugs on her wife's braid so that her head tilts up and back. "Just saying…" She plants a soft kiss on her lips and that topic is closed.
Regina is making her way out of the playroom with their clothes. She bumps into Mrs. Lucas who comes out of the utility room. They startle each other.
"Oh Mrs. Swan- I didn't see you there."
"Hello, Mrs. Lucas."
"Welcome home and congratulations." She smiles kindly.
"Please can't you just call me Regina?" She smiles.
"I wouldn't feel comfortable doing so, ma'am. Mrs. Swan likes to be called… Mrs. Swan, so…"
Right. Emma and her employees. Rules. Mrs. Lucas surely followed them to a key.
"Would you like to run through the menus for the week?" she asks, looking at Regina expectantly.
"Menus?" Her head tilts.
Mrs. Lucas smiles. "When I first worked for Mrs. Swan, every Sunday evening I would run through the menus for the upcoming week with her and list anything she might need from the grocery store."
"I see."
"Shall I take those for you?" Her eyes move toward the pile of clothes.
"Oh no. Actually, I haven't finished with these," Regina does her best to cover the blush creeping up her cheeks. Mrs. Lucas knows what they do in that room. She cleans it! It's a wonder how she can look at the woman in the eye.
"When you're ready, Mrs. Swan, I'd be more than happy to run through things with you."
"Thank you." She provides the older woman with a kind smile, scurrying off downstairs, into their bedroom and drops their dirty clothes in the bathroom hamper. Will she ever get used to having domestic staff at her beck and call? Maybe someday.
Regina loves that Emma has turned the library over to her. It now houses an attractive white wooden desk she can work on. She takes her laptop and checks her notes on the five manuscripts she read on their honeymoon.
She has everything she needs for tomorrow. Part of her dreads going back to work, but she will never tell Emma that. She knows that her wife would seize on the opportunity to make her quit. She remembers well when she announced to Hades whom she would be marrying, and how, shortly afterward, her new position was confirmed. She realized now it was because she was marrying the boss. The thought is unwelcome. She no longer is acting editor- she is Regina Mills, Editor.
She hasn't even yet gathered the courage to inform Emma that she is not going to be changing her name at work. Her reasons are solid. She needs some distance from her, but she knows there will be a fight when Emma finally realizes that. Perhaps she should discuss this with her tonight.
Sitting back in her chair, she finishes the last chore of her day. She glances at the digital clock on her laptop, which tells her it's seven in the morning. Emma still hasn't emerged from her study, so she has time. Taking the memory card out of the Nikon camera, she loads it into the laptop to transfer the photographs. As the pictures upload, she reflects on that day. She can't help to think of the car chase, the mystery woman behind the wheel. Who was she? Why was she after them or after Emma? Has she been caught? Suddenly she feels up with rage that Emma has been keeping her in the dark about all this.
As she rises from her chair to go and talk to her wife, the pictures of their last days on their honeymoon pop up on her laptop. What the hell? Picture after picture of her. Asleep, so many of her asleep, her hair over her face fanned out across the pillow, lips parted… So many photos. She had no idea Emma had taken these. There are a few candid long shots, including one of her leaning over the rail of the yacht, staring moodily into the distance. How could she not notice her wife taking this? The photos of her curled up beneath Emma and laughing make her smile- her hair flying as she struggles, fighting her tickling, tormenting fingers. And there's the one of them both on the bed in the master cabin that Emma took at arm's length. Regina is cuddled on her chest. Emma's gazing up at the camera, young, wide-eyed… in love. Her hand cups her wife's head, and Regina is smiling like a love-struck fool, but she cannot take her eyes off of Emma.
Oh, my beautiful wife. Her ruffled just-fucked hair, her green eyes glowing, her lips parted and smiling. Her beautiful wife who can't bear to be tickled, who could not bear to be touched just a short while ago, yet now she tolerates her touch. She must remember to ask her if she likes it, or whether she lets her touch her for her pleasure rather than her own.
Suddenly an overwhelming feeling hits Regina, worrying for her wife's safety. Someone out there wants to hurt her. First Charlie Tango, then the fire in the server room at Swan Enterprises Inc, and then that damned car chase. She leaps up from her chair and heads on over toward her study.
Not bothering to knock, she barges into her wife's study. Emma is sitting at her desk and talking on the phone. She looks up in surprised annoyance, but the irritation on her face disappears when she realizes it's Regina who has entered.
"So you can't enhance it further?" She says, continuing her phone conversation, though she doesn't take her eyes off of the brunette. Without hesitation, Regina walks around her desk, and Emma turns in her chair to face her wife, frowning.
When Regina crawls onto the blonde's lap, Emma's brows shoot up in surprise. The brunette places her arms around her wife's neck and cuddles into her. Emma places her arm around her.
"Um… yes, Barney. Could you hold one moment?" She cups the phone against her shoulder. "Gina, what's wrong?"
Regina shakes her head, tucking her head underneath the blonde's chin, inhaling her sweet, intoxicating perfume. She feels thin lips place a kiss to the top of her head.
"Okay, Barney, what were you saying?" Emma continues, wedging the phone between her ear and her shoulder, and taps a key on her laptop. A grainy black and white CCTV image appears on the screen. Emma presses another key, and the man walks toward the camera, but with his head bowed. When the man is closer to the camera, Emma freezes the frame. He's standing in a bright white room with what looks like a long line of tall black cabinets to his left. This must be the server room at Swan Enterprises Inc.
"Okay, Barney, one more time."
The screen springs to life. A box appears around the head of the man in the CCTV footage and suddenly it zooms in. Regina sits up, watching in fascination.
"Can you sharpen the picture at all?" She asks Barney.
The picture blurs, then refocuses moderately sharper on the man consciously gazing down and avoiding the camera. As Regina stares at him, a chill of recognition runs down her spine. There is something familiar in the line of his jaw. He's wearing a baseball cap, which blocks his eyes, but that jawline is unmistakable.
"Emma," she whispers. "That's Robin."