Chapter 11
I open my eyes to find Regina kneeling beside me on the bed. Her pajama pants are gone, and she is only wearing her underwear. Her hands are cupping her breasts, and she looks at me with a pout decorating her lips.
"You have barely touched me today", she lets out, half whine, half complaint, "don't you like my body in the real world as you do in Wonderland?", She asks in a childish tone, and I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from laughing because I doubt she will appreciate if I do.
"If you only knew—", I flash her a bright smile, and she shakes her head effusively.
"But I don't know", she responds, adding gravity to the exaggerated move of her head.
"Then I shall show you", I declare, sitting up in the mattress, "would you like that?", there it is that effusive movement of her head again, this time nodding yes. I surrender to the laughter, pushing Regina onto the mattress. She falls on her back, keeping her legs in their kneeling position, her ankles twisted uncomfortably over the bed, but she waits to see what I will do. Black pools fixed in my eyes expectantly. Hands still cupping her breasts.
The view is insanely sinful and makes my throat feel suddenly dry.
I kneel in front of her while she holds that awkward and undoubtedly painful posture of her legs. My hands move from her knees to her hips, and after a moment of consideration, I pull roughly at her underwear, she bucks her hips forward to help me, and I can see how uncomfortable her position is as pain reflects in her face. Her panties slide down her legs effortlessly until they meet the obstacle of her bended knees. I slide my hands from her kneecaps to her ankles so very slowly, and I help her straighten the posture of her legs. Her ankles crack as I place her feet in front of my knees on the mattress.
She lies there, her knees rising in front of me and her panties hanging from them almost in front of my face, I can smell her arousal from my position, and it is nearly driving me insane.
"Fuck me Emma", Regina demands from her position in the bed, and that is what pushes me over the edge of insanity because the next thing I know is that Regina's legs are lying completely flat on the mattress between my legs. I'm still kneeling, straddling her perfectly toned legs, and my hands travel to her hips again, except this time I use them to flip Regina in a swift movement so that she is lying on her belly. She groans, against the soft surface of the mattress, "Emma Swan I swear to god if you don't—, ah!" Regina loses every trace of eloquence when my fingertips circle her entrance when she is halfway to throwing her threat.
"If I don't—, what?" I ask her, faking innocence as her hips jolt backward, trying to get a more substantial touch from my fingers. I stop her with my free hand, holding her still against the mattress. My fingertips keep ghosting her entrance, moving in circles ever so slowly. She groans again and tries to push herself up with her hands on the bed.
"Fuck me!", she demands again, her patience put to the test and completely gone when she understands she is not strong enough to push herself up from the bed unless I let her.
"Language Regina!", I scold her as she did with me some minutes ago, but I let my hold on her hips go loose and lean over her body until my breasts are pressed a little over the arc of her back. I kiss her shoulder blade, and she shivers below me.
She complains when my hand moves away from her entrance for the few seconds that it takes me to slither it between her body and the mattress, finding a more comfortable position to do what she is so eagerly asking for.
My fingers find her more sensitive spot rapidly in this new position of power. However, I don't stop even for a second there. Regina needs to be fucked, and that's precisely what I plan to do.
Three digits find their way into her smoothly. She is so wet that I barely find any resistance.
Regina lets out a sound, half a screech, and half a moan, and I swear it could become my favorite sound in the entire universe. Her moans are like music to my ears, and the sight of her clenched jaw and arched spine as I thrust my fingers in and out her, well, it is a little bit like observing art.
I pull her hips up, dragging them close to mine, giving her spine a more pronounced arc since her chest is still flat against soft cotton sheets, and I jerk back to contemplate the masterpiece that is her body completely surrendered to my will. I decide that I would die happy if all I ever got to see for the rest of my existence were the work of art that is Regina Mills.
The room fills up with the sound of her upcoming climax. Her moans get louder, and her growls lower, and suddenly I feel the urgent need to see her face when she cums over my hand, so I stop the rhythmic pumping that is pushing her over the edge.
Regina whimpers when my fingers stop moving inside her suddenly, and I see her hands grabbing fistfuls of the sheets in frustrated disbelief as she internally debates whether she needs to threaten me again for me to continue or not.
"I want to see your face when you cum", I simply say, moving to lay beside her, pulling her body with me so that she is lying partially over me. Her back collides with my bare chest and her head with my left shoulder. I pull her underwear which is still hanging from her knees entirely off, and proceed to pull her now free leg until it is propped over my hipbone, spreading her legs wide apart. Enough for me to notice that her inner thighs are coated in her wetness, I find this discovery incredibly arousing.
I push her chin towards me with my left hand, and I kiss her while my other hand finds its way between her legs again. She moans in my mouth when my fingers ghost over her clit, and before I understand what's happening, she grabs hold of my lip between her teeth and bites me hard.
"Ouch", I say, pulling apart from her.
"That's for stopping when I was halfway there!" she lets out in a raspy voice, and her dark eyes lock with mine, "don't you dare do that again, or I'll finish on my own", she warns me, and she sounds so severe that I believe every word she says.
"Not again, I swear", I reply, and at the same time, my fingers pump hard into her. She lets out that half screech, half moan again, sending a throbbing wave between my legs. I press them together while my fingers start their dance in and out of her once again.
My free hand tangles with Onix strands of hair as I pull her head away to kiss her neck. Regina writhes in my arms when I find a sweet spot behind her ear. Her hips rock rhythmically with my hand, making my fingers dip knuckle-deep inside of her with every thrust.
I feel her walls tightening around my digits in no time, the sounds that scape her lips grow louder, and her hand grips my wrist so tightly that now there are white marks all around my skin where blood is being prevented from flowing normally. It is almost as if she was making sure I'm not going to stop again when she is so close.
"Look at me", my demand is a whisper barely audible and almost lost in the ocean of sounds that fill the room, but she does what I ask. Her eyelids flutter open, and black pitch eyes fix on mine.
It only takes me two more thrusts to make Regina come undone in my arms. Her entire body shudders on top of me, and her hips jolt forward when I thrust my fingers inside of her a few more times, trying to extend her orgasm a little longer for me to carve the vision that is this woman in my mind.
I kiss her forehead, waiting for her breathing to go back to normal, and she smiles with her eyes shut.
...
I hang up the hotel room phone after a five-minute-long lecture from Ruby about how she will sew some pockets to my dress if I'm going to disappear like that the next time I go out without my phone because it doesn't fit into my sexy outfit. She has a point to be upset since I promised her I would call her to let her know everything was okay as soon as I met Regina, and I was only calling her now, about ten hours after I left the diner in Zelena's car.
Regina disappeared into the bathroom, allowing me some privacy to do my call, and now I find myself struggling to get busy with anything that distracts me from the woman taking a shower in the other room. I want to give her some privacy too. After all, this is her hotel room, and I'm here as a mere guest. I turn the TV on to have anything at all to think about that isn't her. However, as I change the channels disinterestedly, her face appears on the screen, and the teaser trailer to her new movie plays loudly on the TV.
I feel a little embarrassed because I know the volume is loud enough for her to hear her own voice in the bathroom as it comes blaring from the bedroom, but I can't oblige to change the channel not while she is on the screen.
"What are your thoughts?", Regina asks me when the teaser fades to black, and I quickly hit mute on the remote before I look at her. She smiles at me from the bathroom door, wrapped in her bathrobe while she dries her hair with a hand towel.
"About the movie?", I ask, and she nods, "I honestly don't know what it is about, it is all so mysterious around it. I mean, you are promoting it, and I've seen the teaser trailer many times, but in all honesty, I still can't get around the main plot. It doesn't make any sense, but you look gorgeous anyways", I say, and she laughs.
"I do love the wardrobe and I slay in those cleavages", she says, walking toward the bed and sitting beside me. I'm now wearing the joggers and tank top she offered me earlier. I hug my legs to my chest, putting some distance between us, and she looks at me with curiosity but says nothing when she notices the action. "Do you want to know what it is about?", she questions. I shrug but nod my head, after a moment of considering her question, "I'm a queen, an evil one."
"As in Snow White's Evil Queen?"
"Not like that. I don't kill anyone for being prettier than me—", the brunette laughs, "—only for being happier. It's about the journey of how an ordinary person like you and me turns evil and revengeful in the blink of an eye out of the suffering she goes through in her childhood and how she seeks redemption in the end", she explains, and I blink in her direction.
"How is she an ordinary person like me?" I linger on the last word to let Regina know that I don't think she falls into that category either." She is a queen!".
"The people with money and power, they are simply people underneath, Emma".
"Underneath the thick layer of Chanel number five, Gucci and Prada".
"Do you hate my perfume—?", Regina asks, taking mock offense.
"I'm not sure, let me see?" I lean in close to her, and she does the same. "Magnificent".
"Thank you, it's called soap", she winks at me, and I laugh, "it may come as a surprise to you but it comes free of charge with the room".
"Rich people, can you imagine that?" I laugh harder, but then my face turns completely serious, "so will this Queen woman suffer much? You need to tell me because I hate seeing you suffer on the screen, and yet again, it seems like that's all your characters ever do. That and looking extremely hot at doing simple actions like swimming in a pool or taking an elevator to their hotel room."
"What can I say? My two hearts are simply prone to break", she shrugs, "besides, the pool and elevator issue—, that's just me being me, it is not acting", she finishes in a whisper as if it was some big secret she didn't want anyone to hear.
"I'll vouch for that, after all, I did experience it first hand—", I say, "—and so did that poor bellhop boy. At least I got to kiss you, after all that suffering".
"Poor thing, you feel bad for the lad? Do you want me to call him up to give him his well-deserved reward? After all his suffering—", Regina replies ironically, and I see pure mischief in her eyes as she considers going through with that.
"Go on then, have him bring a pizza with him, so I get to watch a proper porn show", I say cheekily, crossing my arms over my knees.
"Don't think I wouldn't do it", she warns me with a daring smile.
"Oh, I'm sure you are capable of many things Regina Mills, I'm just not sure I would stick around long enough to find out just how many, if you do that", I shrug again, and all mischief trace fades from her face.
"Talking about pizza—, How would you like me to order some room service? So that we can have some lunch, perhaps we should call it dinner now, but what do you say?", she offers. My stomach groans in response, reminding me that I haven't eaten anything since I left the diner that morning, "I'll take that as a yes", Regina says, turning around to find the phone on the bedside table, "do you want to take a shower?" She asks me before dialing the number to the lobby to place her order.
"It's okay I can always take it in my apartment when I get there", I reply.
"Won't you stay the night?" She looks at me like that option hasn't even crossed her mind until now.
"Do you want me to?" I query, genuinely curious.
"Why do you think I flew from Seattle a day before my costars?" I shrug, "I wanted to spend the whole day with you, and that includes the night as well. If you want to, of course. I can always call you an Uber when you want to leave."
"Oh, I'll stay then", I flash her a bright smile, and she replies with another.
"Okay then, why don't you jump in the shower and I'll let you know when our dinner is ready", she offers, finally dialing the number to the lobby. She watches me get up from the bed and walk to the bathroom, not before I pick up my dress from its discarded place on the floor. If we are having a fancy dinner, I'm going to doll up for her.