A few days later than I would've liked to update it, but I didn't have an internet connection for most of the week. Hopefully you like the update, though. Enjoy. :)
Regina parked in the garage Emma never realized she had and the two of them sat in more silence once the car was off. Regina rested her hands in her lap and took a subtle but deep breath.
Emma looked around the dark space outside the car with wide eyes and sighed as she thrummed her fingers on her knee. She used her other hand to pick out the twig she noticed in her hair then decided to check the other side for any more evidence she'd been in the woods.
"No sense in siting out here in the dark," Regina abruptly said as she collected her thoughts and exited the Benz.
Emma shook her head as her eyebrows shot up toward her hairline, taking a minute to adjust to the situation as her expression said, "What the hell?"
As Emma got out and followed Regina's lead into the mansion, she knew only two things. One, she knew how to piss off Regina Mills and two, she was trapped in Regina's house with the woman who knew how to get her own licks in. Anything could happen.
Once inside, Emma watched Regina retreat to a drink cart inside the parlor. She uneasily followed, her heels starting to hurt her feet as she crossed the kitchen and foyer to the archway. Regina poured two tumblers of apple cider and slipped some vodka into each. She took the glasses and led Emma into the study across the foyer. When Emma stepped inside after her, she turned and handed over a glass. She felt no need to warn the blonde about the bitter alcohol.
"Shut the door," Regina dismissively demanded.
Regina sounded nonchalant, like she expected the blonde to do what she said, but her voice also carried a strong undertone of force as insurance.
Emma didn't hesitate and shut the door as commanded. She cautiously took a few steps inside the room and sat on the couch. She remained tense and adjusted her dress, pulling it down to cover her thighs and tugging it up at her chest to conceal her breasts.
Regina took the seat across from the couch Emma sat on, like the night they first met.
"Did you enjoy yourself tonight," Regina asked as she watched Emma take a sip of her drink.
Emma pursed her lips and crinkled her nose at the unexpected taste of vodka.
Regina grinned as she stared at Emma.
"Yeah, I...guess I did."
"Was that before or after you made things physical with a liquored up Leroy."
Regina had a sip of her drink but made no such face as Emma had. She looked over the younger woman's face as Emma formed an answer.
"Mostly before," Emma defensively answered. "Chasing Leroy was more for his safety than for any other reason. What exactly were you doing out there on that road, Madame Mayor?"
Regina's grin faded.
"I went out for a drive. Sometimes it's what I do to relieve stress."
"And Henry?"
"I allowed him to sleep over at a classmate's house for a birthday party in hopes he'd make a few friends."
"What about the stress," Emma asked then took a swig of her drink without making a face, no longer surprised by the burn of the alcohol. "What could possibly cause that?"
"Nothing that concerns you, dear. Share a dance with some unshaven, unclean failure of a human being?"
"Are you trying to tell me you think that's my type?"
"Yes. What else could I possibly be saying with my statement?"
"I'll have you know I've been with a fair share of decent guys. ...And I'd hardly call Ruby a failure."
"Ah, Miss Lucas. Much better choice than I'd have ever given you credit for," Regina smirked as she prepared to get under Emma's skin.
"Wow. You are really stuck on my sex life tonight, aren't you?"
"I'm just having a hard time picturing anyone even remotely decent as a partner picking you over the handful of women actually worth their time."
"Guess you're back to calling me trash," Emma tried to deflect Regina's insults and took another swig.
"How could you not see yourself that way," Regina asked as she set her drink down on the table between them. "When I adopted Henry, the agency told me you were a young mother. Eighteen years old and you'd already had a child? That tells me you fell for someone out of naivete. Then you told me when we first met that Henry's father wasn't involved. Must have been a dead beat."
"You said it yourself. I was young."
"And stupid enough to sleep with the first guy that opened a door for you. I'm thankful for your mistake to lay on your back for him because if you hadn't, I wouldn't have Henry, but in doing so that makes you easy."
Emma set down her drink on the same table Regina had placed hers and balled her fist around the hem of her dress.
"Easy to please," Regina continued. "Easy to trick."
Regina raked her eyes over Emma starting from her heels then pausing at the small parting between Emma's legs, and finally up to Emma's eyes as she made her last comment.
"Easy to...get you on your knees."
Emma shot off the couch and towered over Regina as the Mayor continued to sit.
"I am not easy."
Regina smirked.
"Sensitive subject, Miss Swan," she condescendingly asked. "I saw for myself. It was unreal how easily I got you to beg for even a simple ride. Tell me...what else will you beg for in a matter of seconds?"
Emma slapped Regina across the face and the impact nearly echoed in the quiet room.
Regina cupped her left hand to her cheek as she slowly turned back and faced Emma. The second their eyes locked, Regina released a sigh through gritted teeth as she looked over Emma, the blonde's breathing erratic as her chest noticeably rose and fell.
Regina slowly stood up, her eyes fixed solely on Emma's, and dropped her hand to her side.
"I never thought I'd use such crass language, but it suits you so I guess I'll make an exception. You're a whore; a cheap, dirty whore and that's all you'll ever be," she growled.
Emma's jaw slightly dropped then made the split decision to grab Regina's shoulders and throw her across the table toward the couch.
Regina skidded across the table, her right side crashing against the table and knocking over their drinks. She landed on her back on the floor as her left shoulder collided with the bottom of the couch and ceased her momentum.
Emma stalked over to finish what she started and bent down to grab the brunette by the hair. She started to pull the brunette to her feet.
Regina only allowed her to pull her up halfway and then clawed Emma's wrists before she kneed Emma in the ankle. Emma fell onto her back on the table that once held their drinks as her leg slipped out from underneath her, the glasses shattered beneath Regina.
As she tried to get up, the older woman forced her back down with a punch to the jaw.
Regina straddled the table and made sure she didn't touch Emma with any part of her body other than her hands.
Emma grabbed Regina by the collar of her white blouse and tried to toss the woman aside, but Regina tangled a hand in the Sheriff's hair and pulled Emma's head back.
Regina exposed the blonde's neck as Emma squirmed beneath her. She moved quickly as she pushed a hand down on Emma's right hip to keep her against the table and leaned over. Regina's mouth hovered above Emma's neck for a fleeting moment before she parted her lips and bit down on Emma's pulse point.
Emma yelped and fidgeted even more as Regina's teeth bit to break skin. She latched onto Regina's hand on her waist, flung it away from her, then kicked the brunette's inner thigh with her heel. She sent Regina backward, away from the table and closer to the window.
Emma hurried onto her feet and shoved Regina against the wall behind her.
Regina hit it with a thud and a grunt as the air left her lungs. She felt Emma's hand grab her neck and squeeze like she had done to the blonde in the graveyard.
"I told you not to corner me."
Regina reached over to the nearby desk as she started to lose oxygen and grabbed the first object to make contact with her trembling fingers.
She hit the side of Emma's face with an extra bottle of cider she left on the desk from a few nights prior, the glass breaking on impact. Emma instinctively let go of Regina's neck and curled inward, the cider dripping down her right side.
As the shards fell to the floor, Regina managed to carefully coil her fingers around a piece of jagged glass. She lowered her hand and slashed Emma across the thigh with it, cutting a slit into the once beautiful though dirty dress. She'd successfully nicked the skin and drew blood. She grinned as she quickly used her right hand to grab hold of Emma's hair again.
She yanked Emma sideways to the door and forced her against it, her back to Regina.
Regina held her there for a moment as Emma's right cheek pressed against the door, the blonde panting as Regina closed the space between them.
Any time Emma moved, Regina tugged on her hair until she stopped. She lifted the shard of glass in her left hand to Emma's throat as she panted against Emma's ear.
"You have no idea what I'm capable of," Regina slowly growled.
She forced a knee between Emma's thighs and kicked the blondes' legs apart. She pressed the glass into Emma's skin and watched her wince as the sharp edge poked her.
Regina pulled Emma's long, curly tresses away from the glass then swiftly swiped the shard from left to right across Emma's neck.
Emma hissed and instantly started bleeding.
Regina let go of Emma's hair and let the blonde locks cover her handiwork as she switched hands, the glass then in her right hand as she rested her left palm flat against the study door less than an inch from Emma's hip.
With her right knee between Emma's thighs, she lifted her knee and raised Emma's dress an inch with it. She stopped her knee just before brushing it against Emma's sex, her body heat the only thing making any real contact with it.
Regina reached her right hand under Emma's dress and teasingly raked the glass shard up the inside of Emma's right thigh, a feather-like touch that made Emma's breath hitch.
Emma gulped and took a deep, shaking breath as she stiffened then relaxed against the door while her eyes blissfully closed.
Regina smirked then lightly pressed her lips to the shell of Emma's left ear in a quick but lingering kiss, Regina's mouth still close the blonde's ear as she spoke.
"You just proved my point, you little harlot," Regina whispered in her ear.
Emma almost gasped as her eyes shot open. With one sudden jab, she elbowed Regina in the ribs and gave herself enough space to turn and face the brunette.
Even as Regina held her ribs, she sinisterly chuckled and shook her head.
"Then let me prove my point, Mayor Mills," Emma raised her voice as she crept closer to Regina.
She didn't verbalize her point before she lunged at Regina and tackled her to the ground.
The glass flew out of Regina's hand and Emma rushed to sit upright and straddle the older woman, both on the floor. Regina's blouse rode up just above her navel as Emma's thighs encased her bare stomach.
Regina looked at Emma's thighs and noticed the blonde's dress had slipped up to her waist revealing Emma's electric blue lace underwear. Regina's breath hitched as she stared straight between Emma's thighs and felt the warmth that resided there on her skin.
Regina brought a hand to her own hair as she tried to control herself.
Emma smirked and grabbed Regina's other hand, her left hand. She slid it between her legs and ran the Mayor's knuckles over the lace.
Regina shuddered then bit her bottom lip.
Emma bent over Regina, keeping the brunette's hand between her legs, and placed a chaste kiss on Regina's collarbone. She moved to the other side of Regina's neck and nibbled at Regina's pulse point.
Regina tilted her head back to expose more of her neck to Emma as her breathing became shallow.
Emma flicked the tip of her tongue over the area she brutishly bit as Regina's hand left her hair to nestle in Emma's. She felt Regina's hand between her thighs move without her guidance and pull her underwear to the side.
The Mayor's fingers stroked the Sheriff's unguarded sex and found a slickness where her fingers roamed that she enjoyed.
Emma bit her bottom lip and grinned as her green eyes darkened.
"My point," Emma purred. "You may think I'm dirt, but you like to roll in it."
Regina frowned and stopped moving her hand between Emma's legs, displeased.
"Not so high and mighty now, are you, Madame Mayor."
Regina shot her a smoldering look and, without warning, forced two fingers into Emma.
Emma gasped and keeled over Regina as she closed her eyes. She balled her fists against the floor on either side of Regina's head as the brunette aggressively plunged her fingers in and out of Emma.
"Tell me again who has the power here," Regina growled her question.
Regina bucked her hips and flipped Emma onto her back. In one fluid movement, she flattened her palm against Emma's knee and pushed the blonde's leg away. She held the leg, folded at the knee, close to Emma's chest to open up the Sheriff even more as she quickened her pace. A devilish grin spread across her face as she felt Emma tighten and tense.
Emma barely had time to catch her breath as every thrust made her erratic breathing even shallower. She reached out to touch Regina, but the brunette used the hand on Emma's knee to then capture the Sheriff's hands. She leaned onto Emma's leg to keep it in place, keep Emma wide open, as she continued.
Regina forced both of Emma's hands above her head and restrained the younger woman. She lustfully stared down at Emma as the blonde immediately fought against her hand, unsuccessful.
"I do believe you need to reevaluate the situation, dear, because now I have the upper hand."
Regina curled her fingers and gave a single, deep thrust back into Emma then tantalizingly ran her thumb and fingernail over Emma's sensitive bundle of nerves.
Emma clenched her fists and whimpered in an attempt not to moan. She couldn't bare to make eye contact with Regina as she felt completely dominated, but Regina had other plans.
"Look at me," Regina growled.
Emma looked up at the ceiling, panting, as she thought over her options. She could deny Regina eye contact and face whatever consequences the brunette had in store for her, or she could oblige the older woman and see how the current situation played out.
"Look at me," Regina said with more force as she slipped Emma's right leg over her shoulder and painfully bit a section of skin just below the blonde's knee.
Emma cried out as she balled up her fists and tightened even further around Regina's fingers, her eyes clamped shut while she tried to deal with the pain.
"Are you going to listen or do you need me hurt you again," Regina purred and grinned.
Emma opened her eyes and adjusted her focus, her attention directed at Regina and her dark, alluring eyes.
"Good girl," Regina said she slowed her pace and maneuvered herself between Emma's legs.
She let go of Emma's wrists as she made her descent down Emma's body. She briefly removed her fingers from Emma and used it with her other hand to slip off Emma's panties. Afterward, she took the underside of Emma's right knee in the web of her hand to replace her shoulder and removed her thumb from Emma's clit.
She delved her tongue over the bundle of nerves and pressed harder with the tip of her tongue during the middle of her oral travel.
Emma moaned, her gaze weakly fixed on Regina as her eyes threatened to close.
Regina shifted again and brought herself back up Emma's body.
"Would you like a safe word, Miss Swan," Regina sternly asked as if she didn't care to hear the response.
Emma stared into Regina's eyes and managed to regain focus on her surroundings, her vision crystal clear.
"Don't need one," she breathlessly answered after a moment.
Regina throatily chuckled.
"By the time I'm done with you, you'll have second thoughts about that."
Regina forcefully slid her arms under Emma's arched hips and up her back. She pulled Emma up to her and swiftly pulled down the zipper of the blonde's black dress. She clawed at Emma's skin as she moved her hand up her back to Emma's neck. She grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked her head to the side. She exposed the other side of Emma's neck, the one she'd marked with the glass shard and not her teeth, and leaned in.
She kissed Emma's neck a few times and sucked then bit it as she held Emma by the hair. The more she continued to bite, the harder she sank her teeth into the soft flesh. With her free hand, she pulled down one half of Emma's dress just enough to expose Emma's black bra.
Blue panties and a black bra. Leave it to Emma Swan to look down right gorgeous then mismatch undergarments.
Regina released Emma's tresses to slip off the other half of the dress then bit down harder on Emma's neck with every intention to break skin once again.
Emma moaned and squeezed her eyes shut as the rest of her body defensively stiffened. She tried to regulate her breathing as the pain shot through her veins and she became increasingly wet.
Regina licked the blood then kissed the raised skin. She slipped her hand between Emma's legs again and teasingly ran the back of her index finger up and down the Sheriff's slit.
Feeling the degree of Emma's wetness, she forcefully reentered Emma with two fingers. She thrust in and out at a quickened pace, similar to first one she'd set, and decided to kiss Emma. She took the Sheriff's bottom lip between her teeth shortly after and bit it with a little extra pressure. She pulled it along with her a short distance then moved down to Emma's breasts.
She pecked at Emma's sternum and scraped her teeth over the tight skin. Emma rewarded her by arching her back, her breasts in Regina's face.
Regina grinned as she let go of the skin. She used a hand to pull down a cup and expose one of Emma's breasts. She flicked her tongue over a hardened nipple only once and sped up her pace.
Emma moaned as she reached out and laced her fingers in short brunette locks. She held Regina to her breast in encouragement.
Regina emitted a slow, low chuckle and sent a vibration through Emma's body as she did.
Emma's walls tightened again around Regina's fingers as she felt herself approaching release.
Regina felt it too and slid a third finger into Emma to spur the younger woman on even more. She took Emma's nipple between her teeth and faintly raked them over it. She lapped her tongue over the pink bud up and down and back again. As she used her thumb to rub Emma's clit in circles, she left Emma's breast.
The cold air surprised Emma and she frowned at the sudden neglect.
Regina lowered her left hand to Emma's hip and pinched her. She held on tight to the skin as Emma moaned and squirmed beneath her. She could feel Emma giving in, seconds from release, and withdrew her fingers.
Emma groaned as she immediately missed the contact and furrowed her brow as she looked straight up at a grinning Regina. She wanted to tell the brunette she wanted more, tell her to keep going, but when she opened her mouth to speak, she realized the game Regina was playing.
She wanted Emma to beg for it.
Emma closed her mouth and bit her bottom lip to fight off the aching desperation between her thighs.
"Say it," Regina said as she recognized the proud, defiant look in the blonde's eyes. "Tell me what you want."
"You already know what I want," Emma struggled to keep her hands from slipping and finishing the job herself.
"And yet that won't help either of us," Regina slowly said as her eyes never left Emma's.
Emma balled up her fists in self-restraint, but when Regina ran her right hand across her lower stomach and the brunette's ring and wet fingers brushed against her hot skin, she couldn't resist. She placed her right hand between her legs and slipped two fingers inside herself.
"I don't think so," Regina devilishly smirked as she grabbed Emma's hand and removed it.
Regina slammed Emma's right hand against the hardwood floor outstretched and away from her sex. She watched the younger woman fidget beneath her then try to sneak her left hand between her legs.
Regina's ring glowed and heated against Emma's wrist.
Emma's left hand suddenly flew away from her and hit the floor, outstretched like the one Regina held down though the Mayor didn't use her own hand to do it and the brunette's eyes never flashed purple.
Emma hissed as she started to feel the warmth from Regina's ring and bucked her hips to touch her sex to Regina's black dress pants.
Regina pulled away from her and stood.
Emma tried to move, but couldn't. She was paralyzed against the floor and didn't understand it, but Regina seemed more than pleased as she towered over her.
Regina slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slid out of it as the material gracefully fell to the floor around her feet.
Emma's lips parted as she gazed at Regina's taut stomach and smooth black bra that encased plump, tan breasts.
Regina licked her lips before she raised her right hand to her mouth and licked her fingers, leaving only a hint of Emma's juices on them.
Emma sharply and shallowly inhaled as she watched Regina run her fingertips down her front, between her breasts, over her belly button, and then slip down her pants.
Regina bit her bottom lip as she cupped herself in front of Emma, though all the blonde could see was her hand down her pants. She eased two fingers into herself and moaned. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as she slowly pumped in and out.
Emma tried to squirm, but still couldn't do a single thing with her body.
Regina coated her fingers with her own wetness and removed them as she opened her eyes and looked back down at Emma. She got on her knees and leaned over Emma as she brought her fingers to Emma's mouth.
"Taste," Regina purred.
Emma kept her eyes locked on Regina's as the brunette slid her fingers between her willing lips. As Regina pulled her fingers out of her mouth at a slow, deliberate pace, Emma felt her body loosen up. Her mouth followed Regina's fingers as she still had more to taste, the mixture of their wetness enchanting.
When Regina's fingers left Emma's mouth completely, the Sheriff realized she was sitting up, her lips incredibly close to the Mayor's as she felt Regina's hot breath on her face. She felt only a single breath as Regina quickly pressed her lips to Emma's.
Their teeth gnashed between Regina's tongue slithering into Emma's eager mouth as their lips smashed together over and over again.
Emma cupped Regina's face in her hands as their kisses continued to deepen with a carnal passion and raw desire.
Regina's right hand lingered up Emma's breast plate and throat. Her fingers found their place around the blonde's neck and gently grabbed hold of it. She pushed Emma down with that hand as she violently broke their kiss.
Emma hit the floor with surprise, her eyes wide as she lost her breath in the landing.
Regina held her down with her hand still around Emma's neck, but she didn't choke her. She continued to stare down at Emma and refused to say or do anything more.
Emma looked over Regina as the older woman leaned over her on her knees. When her eyes met Regina's once again, she swallowed her pride and gave Regina what she wanted.
"Fuck me," Emma said.
Regina grinned and cocked her head to the side.
Emma sighed then spoke again.
"Please."
Regina's grin spread.
"You're still missing the magic word."
Emma furrowed her brow, confused.
"Do you want me, Miss Swan, or do you need me," Regina helped her get to the right answer faster.
Emma's eyes flashed with a look of realization as her confusion dissipated.
"I need you."
Regina let her fingers show Emma her appreciation for playing along as she forced three of them into the younger woman beneath her.
Emma moaned upon the first thrust and looked away from the her as Regina shifted.
Regina swung her left leg over Emma's right leg and rested her knee on the floor beside the younger woman's chest for leverage, her right knee on the floor between Emma's knees. Her left hand came up to Emma's face and gripped her jaw as she forced Emma to look at her.
Emma winced as Regina squeezed her jaw. It was the first time she felt the pain from being punched earlier in the evening.
When Regina felt she had Emma's attention, she moved her hand from the blonde's jaw to one of the bite marks she left on Emma's neck. She pinched the bruised skin between her nails and brushed her thumb against Emma's clit.
Emma let out a loud moan as she tried to pull away from Regina's pinching fingers, but arched her back and bucked her hips for more contact with the hand between her legs.
Regina curled her fingers and dug into Emma's walls as the blonde tightened around her. She continued to pinch the bite mark as Emma came and slowed her pace as the Sheriff rode out her orgasm. She only eased up on the mark when Emma sighed as all the tension in her body melted like butter.
Regina removed her fingers from Emma and cleared her throat as the younger woman's eyes relaxed shut. She stood up and looked Emma over before she turned to pick up her blouse then head for the door.
"The guest room is upstairs, third door on the right. I expect you up at seven o'clock tomorrow morning if you want a ride. I'll drop you off a block from Miss Blanchard's apartment and that is it."
Emma opened her eyes as her natural high started to wear off and tilted her head to the side to look over at Regina.
Regina opened the door to the study and glanced over her shoulder at Emma.
"You can use the shower in the bathroom across from Henry's room so long as you don't take up all the hot water. There are fresh towels in the linen closet next to the bathroom and I will not wake you in the morning. I am not your mother so if you're not up at seven, you forfeit the ride. Are we clear?"
Emma nodded, still sprawled out on the floor.
Regina turned and walked out of the study. She left the door open for Emma and ascended the staircase to the second floor without looking back.
Emma sighed and slowly sat up. She cringed with every move she made as the events of the night started to take its toll. She grunted as she stood up and felt the pressure on her feet from the heels, something she'd forgotten about during her time on the floor.
She scanned the room for her underwear as she pulled her bra back over her right breast. When she found the lacy material, she swiped it off the floor with her index and middle finger and shamefully exited the room while she stepped over shards of glass and sticky sections of the floor from the spilled cider. She closed the door and left the mess behind her.
Tonight's mess is tomorrow's clean up, Emma thought as she ran a hand through her tangled hair and went upstairs.
Emma counted the doors on the right as she heard Regina start a shower behind the first door and awkwardly entered the foreign room. She felt the walls for a light switch and flicked it on when she found it.
She looked around at the plain yet elegant room. For a simple guest room, the black and white space was more than Emma had ever been accustomed to in her life. A queen size bed with white sheets and a plush white comforter was positioned between two windows on the far wall across from the door. There was a jet black headboard behind it and white walls with thin vertical black strips surrounding it.
A white vanity rested against the wall to the right of Emma with a circular mirror and rectangular desk, two drawers on each side. The curtains were white though slightly transparent as they flowed two inches past the window sills.
Simple yet regal. Even the guest room was fit to Regina's style.
Emma wanted to belong there, to fit in to such a fancy lifestyle. She wanted to believe she could have some of the finer things in life, but the way her life had gone so far had taught her she'd only ever achieve simple. Never elegant, never graceful, never regal.
Regina let the water heat up as she slipped out of her remaining clothes and removed her ring. She'd locked the master bathroom upon entry though she didn't normally because there was never any need. She was either home alone or had only Henry in the house. If Henry ever came into her bedroom while she was showering, he'd hear the water running and either leave a note or come back later. If she was alone, there was no threat.
But that night was different.
Emma Swan was two doors down the hall and had suffered through plenty of pain as well as pleasure for the evening. She had no idea if the blonde would seek revenge, try to tease and please Regina like she had been earlier. She wouldn't put it past the younger woman to sneak into her room and surprise her in the shower for embarrassment alone, but without knowing for sure what Emma would or wouldn't do that night, Regina took every precaution.
She stepped into the shower and placed herself under the hot water. She let it rush over her and trickle down her skin for a minute before she so much as moved. She turned around, her back to the shower head, and washed her hair. After a couple minutes, she rinsed out the shampoo and let thoughts of Emma seep into her head.
She remembered how Emma looked as she walked out of the woods with Leroy the first time, covered in dirt with evidence of the scuffle in her hair. She remembered getting Emma on her knees to beg for a ride like she wanted after she'd undetectably sent Leroy running off toward the bar, leaving Emma behind to worry about his safety.
Regina grinned as she thought about Emma on her knees. All the things she could get the younger woman to do while she was down there.
Her hand started to roam down the front of her body as the water cascaded down her back and steam rose from her warm skin.
She thought back to Emma on the floor in the study when Regina had gotten her off. She looked serene and vulnerable. Regina had satisfied her, got her to beg for a second time. Though the second time came with more struggle, she loved it all the same.
She knew Emma didn't really need her. She knew the blonde was self-sufficient and had even tried to finish herself off when Regina wouldn't, but hearing the words roll off Emma's tongue gave her a new feeling of power, a more exciting feeling of control.
She slipped two fingers between her slick fold and stroked it a few times before she slid into her opening like a runner sliding into home plate. Her breath hitched as she started slow, in and out.
As she looked back on her time with Emma that night, she realized something and it didn't sit right with her. Emma had never said her name. Sure, she'd called her "Madame Mayor" and "Mayor Mills", but never Regina. And she hadn't called Regina anything when she reached her release.
She sped up her pace and thought about what she would do to get Emma to say her name. She wanted the younger woman to know who exactly it was that made her weak.
Regina quickened her pace once again as she swiped her thumb around and across her clit.
She wanted to see Emma writhe beneath her as she claimed the poor blonde, took possession and absolute control over her. She wanted Emma to bite her lip in an attempt to stifle a moan as she came, Regina lapping up the liquid with her hungry tongue.
Regina moaned as she felt herself coming undone, getting what she didn't ask of Emma earlier before she left the study.
She wanted Emma to need her, to want her, maybe even to love her so she could throw it back in the blonde's face that she'd been played.
She would bring Emma so close to her release, a flick of the wrist away from letting go, but wouldn't do so. She would leave Emma wanting more, never fully satisfied until she she got what she needed: submission.
Regina thrust a third finger inside herself and teased one of her hardened nipples.
Emma's impatience would grow and Regina would smirk. Finally, she would give the younger woman what she wanted.
"Regina," Emma would slowly, breathlessly moan as she'd throw her head back and latch onto the brunette.
Regina moaned in her own release in the shower.
She slowed her pace, but took several seconds to let her orgasm wash over her before she withdrew her fingers.
Regina liked having that new power over someone, stronger than the hold she had on Graham as that new power would cause Emma to fall into submission without keeping her heart in a box.
When she made that conclusion, she grinned. She would have complete control over Emma Swan when she was through with her...and she was nowhere near finished toying with the poor girl.
Emma tossed her panties onto the bench at the vanity and went across the room to the dresser. She looked into the drawers one by one and hoped to find something to sleep in.
Unfortunately, the drawers only had spare sheets in them.
Emma frowned as she thought of a solution. Usually, she slept in a T-shirt and underwear, but her panties were soaked and she didn't think the Mayor would appreciate it if she slept nude in her guest bed. Though she wasn't sure the brunette really wanted her to get the sheets dirty with all the muck that was on her dress either.
She sighed and went to linen closet in the hall. She saw several white towels folded and stacked on two of the shelves, but also noticed two white robes on one of the higher shelves. She leaned onto the tips of her toes and grabbed a robe. She shut the closet door and started to head back to the guest room as the shower cut off in Regina's room.
She stood still as she thought about her options. Regina said she could use the shower as long as she didn't waste the hot water and Regina had already gotten her shower. She could take one if she wanted now that the Mayor seemed satisfied or she could go to bed and skip the shower until morning.
She looked down at the robe in her hands and thought about what Regina had said. She wasn't going to get a wake up call from the brunette and she wasn't going to get a ride from her if she wasn't ready to go at seven AM. Being the Sheriff meant waking up early to open the station, but she had a hard enough time as it was doing that let alone getting out of bed before nine.
She turned around, grabbed a towel from the closet, and slipped into the bathroom. She got a shower going and jumped in.
Emma wasted no time washing up. She got in, cleaned herself off, got out, and threw on the robe as the shower took maybe ten minutes. She started opening drawers in search for a brush and found only a black brush with a Batman sticker on it she assumed was Henry's. She honestly didn't care and hoped Henry felt the same way as she used it to brush out her knots, her long hair still wet.
She didn't bother to dry hair after she cleaned it out of the brush and put the brush back it the drawer. She walked out of the bathroom and made a bee line back to the guest room with her bra and dirty dress in hand.
She discarded her clothes in the same place as she had her underwear after turning off the lights and got comfortable under the covers. She slowly released a sigh and tried to relax in the comfortable bed. She felt no kinks in the mattress and the sheets were soft and inviting. She still didn't feel like she belonged there, but she liked feeling like royalty even if only for one night, even the smallest of ways. As she started to relax beneath the sheets, she gradually drifted off to sleep.
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