"Don't stop! Please, Miss Swan!" Regina panted when Emma removed herself from her rear. She'd been on the edge of her climax and being denied her release had her entire body thrumming with need. In her frustration, she roughly pulled on the ropes that bound her wrists, causing the O-ring that secured her to snap into the wood of the island's face.
"That sounded like a command, brat." Emma bent down and opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a bottle of Listerine and asked, "Was that a command?"
Regina's head thumped forward onto the counter, and she silently shook her head no.
Emma took a swig of the Listerine and swished it around in her mouth before spitting it into the sink and barked, "I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear that."
"NO!" Regina's frustration caused her to emote the little word far too loud, and the crack against her ass in retaliation was not at all surprising, and she hissed in the stinging pain.
A hand wrapped itself into her dark hair, and her head was pulled up to meet the unimpressed look of her Domme. Minty breath hissed, "Well brat, I suppose this is where we find out if your maintenance spankings have helped with your stamina."
"I'm sorry," Regina whispered, mostly to herself, knowing she'd overstepped. She felt disappointed that she'd fallen so deep into the pleasure her Miss allowed her that she lost her submissive footing altogether. She was better than this.
Emma's tight grip on her hair loosened and the Savior replied pragmatically, "You simply lost control, did you?"
Regina nodded her head within the confines of Emma's hold and felt the urgent need she'd felt moments before receding in the wake of her defiance. Emma let go of her hair and replied, "It's hard to be a good girl when you're so close like that, I know, but now you are going to pay for your disrespect."
"I'm sorry," Regina repeated, feeling the weight of Emma's disappointment.
"I know," Emma said then slid her hand down Regina's lower back then over her firm cheek.
The crack that followed the gentle caress echoed in the large room, and Regina lost her breath with the stinging pain of the slap. Before she could fully appreciate the warm strike, another landed and another on top of that. The burn was warming her skin, and soon she felt dizzy in the exhilaration of the pain.
Emma was pressed against her, pinning her body between her own and the counter, as if she needed further restraint, and was slapping her stinging strikes against the meaty part of Regina's ass, alternating between her cheek and sit spot.
Soon the strikes started to be more painful as Regina's flesh plumped up and reacted to the impact, and when the tireless slaps continued, she gritted her teeth so she could endure. Miss Swan was giving her what she deserved, she knew, and soon it too would become pleasurable.
After some time, Regina's head dropped to the counter, and instead of landing another strike, Emma grabbed the swollen red flesh of the woman's cheek and dug her blunt nails into it. She took note that there was little to no reaction in what should have been a rather painful exchange, so she placed her free hand on Regina's back and felt the older woman's breathing.
Slow, far too slow.
"Regina?" She moved around the brunette to get a better view of her features and questioned, "Still with me?"
Brown eyes slowly opened, and Regina's head nodded.
"Good girl," Emma said with a relieved smile. She then turned and took out a latex-free glove and a bottle of lube from the rope drawer, and as she put on the glove, she said, "Since it won't do continuing your punishment, we'll continue with dessert."
Dark eyes hooded with realization and Regina nodded furiously in agreement. Emma smirked as she popped open the bottle of lube and said, "I thought you might like that." As she circled back to the exposed sex of her Queen, she said, "Now, I know you can control yourself, brat. Your pleasure belongs to me. You may not come until I desire it, am I clear?"
A dry throat cleared before Regina agreed, "Yes, Miss Swan."
Cool lubricant was squirted in and around Regina's sensitive area when Emma asked, "I didn't quite hear you, brat."
"My pleasure belongs to you, Miss Swan."
"And?"
"I will not come until you permit it."
"That's right." Emma slipped her gloved hand up and down the Mayor's crevice, spreading the slick, clear liquid not only over the area but also her glove. She tested a single digit by slipping it easily into the Mayor's backside causing Regina's hips to lift up, welcoming the probing finger.
"Whose ass is this, brat?"
"Yours, Miss!"
"Whose?" Emma dipped in further, relishing in the warmth of Regina as she worked her finger into her.
Regina groaned when all she could do was feel the delight her Mistress was offering her as she pumped her smooth digit in and out of her.
Emma pushed down, opening her up in a new way and asked again, "Tell Miss Swan what she wants to hear, precious."
"Only yours, Miss Swan!"
"That's right. This ass is mine." Emma pulled out and slowly added a second finger, stretching the tight ring inside to its limit. She gently grabbed one of the Queen's cheeks and opened her up so she could get a better view and moaned when she saw the woman's dripping sex. "Oh, I think someone loves getting this ass filled," she said in amazement.
"Yes!" The older woman hissed and pushed back as far as she could within the confines of her restraints meeting the blonde's thrusts.
Emma could hear the lube get tacky against the glove as she vigorously fucked the Mayor's ass and with her free hand generously applied more to the area, making sure to saturate the opening thoroughly. A satisfied moan came in appreciation, and Regina arched her back to open herself further. "That's it, my girl. Do you like how I feel?"
"God, yes!"
"You like being helpless like this, don't you? With me inside of you? Taking what's mine?"
"Yes, Miss, please!"
"Please what, brat? Does your slutty little ass want more?"
Hips bucked back, and a loud moan escaped Regina before she nodded her head with urgency.
"Tell me," Emma commanded.
The deep low timbre of the Queen struck her when the woman begged, "Emma please, I need… I need more of you."
"Jesus Christ," Emma swore and silently promised herself she would use this woman to quell the ache she currently felt then pulled herself together and slowed her thrusts so she could add more lube and a third finger to Regina's opening.
It was a tight fit, but Emma slowly twisted her fingers together and drilled into Regina's warm ass. "My god you're so tight around me, precious. That's it; take it all like a good girl."
Emma pushed in, to the base of her knuckles, then pulled out just a little bit before driving all the way back in. She was lost in the incredible warm feel of her lover when suddenly the inviting place she'd been freely fucking tightened up violently.
"Ow, Regina, relax."
The older woman's head snapped up and commanded, "Shhhh!"
"What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
"Emma, stop. I heard something."
"Tillman took the kids camping. Henry won't be back until Sunday."
The color drained from Emma Swan's face when she heard the distinct sound of the front door open. "Oh shit!"
"Emma, untie me!"
"Sweetheart? Are you home?" The sound of Snow White's voice echoing in her foyer slammed Emma out of her shock, and she knew she had to act and only had mere moments before her curious mother came waltzing into the kitchen to find her and Regina in an extremely compromising position.
"Emma, untie me now!" The Queen whisper shouted as she watched the blonde move from behind her to the French doors that separated the kitchen from the dining room.
"I'll get rid of her. Stay put," Emma said as she removed her glove with a snap and tossed it on the counter before exiting the kitchen.
Emma drew the thin doors closed and affixed the flimsy hook latch to secure them before exiting the dining room and almost colliding into both of her parents.
"Oh! There you are!" the princess exclaimed, sounding relieved.
"What are you guys doing here?"
David put his arm around his wife and explained, "We heard Henry would be away for the weekend and figured we could have some family bonding time."
Snow looked over her daughter's panicked face and added, "We haven't seen the house since you've moved in."
"You couldn't call?"
"We tried," David admitted, picking up on the irritated tone he'd rarely heard from his daughter.
"You didn't answer," Snow defended.
"That's because I'm busy," Emma snapped. She was annoyed that they felt it was okay to simply walk into her home unannounced and uninvited and how close they had come to seeing something extremely private between her and Regina, hit her, and she took out her frustration on the seemingly clueless couple.
"You can't just walk in here, what if I was naked?"
"Honey, we've lived together for months, I've seen you in your underwear."
"That's not the point, Mary Margaret."
"But, we're your parents," Snow said as if that was justification. "Did you have Marco make you that dining table? It's beautiful!" The brunette looked on into the room that held her attention.
"Yeah," Emma sighed and attempted to usher them toward the front door when the snap of metal against wood rang out from behind her. It caught David's attention immediately, and when his head pulled up, and his features pinched in question, he asked, "What was that?" Emma grabbed his arm tightly when he made a move to head toward the noise, then turned both of her parents around and guided them away from the frosted windows of the french doors.
When she got them comfortably away from the kitchen, she said in an assertive tone, "This isn't okay. I bought this house so I could have some privacy. If you call me and I don't answer, leave a message or text me and wait for me to respond. You don't just show up. I am an adult, and I have a life, and you will respect that."
"But what if something happened to you, sweetheart?"
"We don't live in some clunky melodrama, Snow. Nothing is going to happen to me. I'm the Savior. I do the saving; the saving doesn't get done to me."
"We just wanted to spend time with you, honey," David explained.
"I get it, I do, but not like this. Are we clear?"
Snow looked up at her with brimming tears in her eyes and said, "We're sorry. We just wanted to see you."
"I know," Emma said, feeling an urgency to have them leave, she walked closer to the front door so they would get the hint and go.
"Now that we're here, can we have a tour?" David asked, looking toward the living room.
"Not today," Emma said curtly and opened the front door with an anxious look on her face.
"Really?" Snow asked with a pout.
"I'm in the middle of something — all weekend. Call, and we'll make plans for next week," Emma said quickly and all but pushed them through the front door before saying a curt goodbye and closing the door in their faces.
She turned the lock on the doorknob and flipped the lever to lock the deadbolt and watched through the sheer curtain as the couple slowly retreated off of the porch.
Letting out a loud breath, she whisper-cursed then hurried back toward the kitchen to where she was certain she would be in an immeasurable amount of trouble with her Queen.