9.02. She should be here by now, but what did I expect. I tap my pen on the desk, impatient for her arrival. I think back to the day that this all started, nearly three months ago now. We were meant to spend the Saturday evening together with Henry but it turned out to be his friend's birthday.

Emma showed up anyway, late and covered in snow. She apologised that her car hadn't started in the bad weather and with all of that, she hadn't seen my message saying we'd have to do it the following weekend instead.

The fire was lit so I invited her in to warm up and poured us a glass of whisky each. Once she'd warmed up, she followed me into the kitchen and we talked as I finished dinner. After eating, we sat back in front of the fire, drinking and talking some more. It felt…different? Easy. Safe. Like her turning up when Henry couldn't be there, was somehow meant to be.

The noise of my assistant opening drawers and sorting through files drifts through the door, interrupting my thoughts. That won't do. I press the intercom and give her a long list of errands to run, telling her she doesn't need to come back to the office and can take the afternoon off.

I hear her scurry away and enjoy the silence for a moment, thinking back to that night again. Soon enough I hear footsteps approaching. I stand and move to the end of the large conference table that sits to my left.

Summoning my magic, I switch the chair at the end of the table for the studded leather armchair that usually sits in front of the fireplace. Moving it back from the conference table a little, I take a seat. A flourish of my hand and my pantsuit is exchanged for something a little less appropriate for the office.

A knock at the door. "Come in, Miss Swan," I manage as my mouth goes dry. Other parts of me are becoming decidedly wetter however.

She steps in, turning to close the door behind her. "I didn't know if you had breakfast, what with this sudden meeting, so I stopped at Gran-" She realises I'm not at my desk. Her head turns to find me. My arms rest along the curve of the chair.

"Miss Swan, punctual as ever," I tease, unable to stop a smile spreading across my lips.

She dumps the takeaway on my desk and comes over to where I'm sitting. "Wow, Regina, you're going to give the town a heart attack if that's what you're wearing to the meeting!"

Her hands grab mine and I stand to meet her mouth with my own. There's a slight chill to her lips where she's come in from the cold. My warm tongue flicks at hers as her hands run down the sides of my black PVC corset. I pull her close, grabbing at the collar of her leather jacket to take it off of her. She smells of orange blossom and cinnamon.

She has a fitted oatmeal sweater on with jeans and knee-high boots. I break away from our kiss. "There will only be two of us at this morning's meeting," I drawl. Her eyes cast themselves down the length of my body, from my deep crimson lips, over my bare shoulders, pausing at the considerable cleavage the corset is giving me.

"So I see," she manages, her words slow, distracted. Her eyes continue their journey down my body, I decide to give her a second before issuing my commands. She reaches the incredibly short skirt that matches the corset, barely covering my ass. From the skirt emerges suspenders, holding up sheer stockings. She finally reaches my stilettos, and her eyes come slowly back up to meet mine.

I sit back down, crossing one knee over the other, resting my hands along the chair again. "I want you to remove all of your clothing, and then come and stand over here," I instruct, nodding my head in the direction of the large table next to me.

She hesitates, looking towards the door. "But your assistant, isn't she around?"

"We won't be disturbed," I say calmly, locking the door with a discreet flick of my wrist. "Besides, Miss Swan, I do believe you promised to do whatever I requested this week." I grin at her, my eyes wide with anticipation, my panties getting wetter by the second.

Shrugging her shoulders, she sighs mockingly, playing along. She grabs the bottom of her sweater, pulling it up and over her head in one swift motion. I look longingly at her exposed stomach, the toned muscles undulate with her movements. "I guess a deal's a deal, Madam Mayor!"

She pulls out a chair and sits, reaching down to unzip her boots, her long blonde hair falling forward as she does. She pulls them off, along with her socks, then stands again, popping open the button on her jeans and unzipping them. I watch the movement of her breasts as she wiggles her hips, pulling the jeans down and peeling them off her long, lithe legs.

I make no attempt to hide my ogling of her mostly naked body. Only some jewellery and a bra and panties remain. Dark red lace, almost the colour of my lipstick. She comes to stand in front of me, her ass resting on the edge of the table, perched, ready for my next instruction.

"Miss Swan, when I said to remove all of your clothing, I meant remove all of your clothing." I summon a riding crop to my right hand. Standing, I draw the tip down between her breasts, enjoying the wide-eyed look on her face. I continue down her stomach to her panties, letting it reach in between her legs. I push the riding crop against her, imagining just how wet she must be behind that thin layer of lace. I see her back arch a little as she starts to spread her legs open for me.

It takes all of my willpower not to just press my body against hers and take her, right now. I could push her back on the table, pull down her panties, and slide my tongue between her folds. But she'll be worth the wait, and I know how she likes these games we play.

I pull the riding crop quickly away and she groans. "Insubordination must be punished, Miss Swan." My eyes meet hers as I wave the riding crop at her, gesturing to her underwear.

"Of course, Madame Mayor." She reaches behind her back, about to undo her bra.

"Uh uh, Miss Swan, you had your chance. Turn around, hands behind your back."

A knowing grin spreads across her lips and she stands and turns her back to me. Her hair fanning out behind her as she turns. Summoning a pair of cuffs, I wrap each one around her wrist, buckling it securely, and chain them together. I turn her around to face me again. My need for her is too much.

"What are you going to do with me now, Madame Mayor?" Her voice is playful, but I can hear the longing behind it.

"Wouldn't you like to know, Miss Swan." I press myself against her, letting our lips meet again, we kiss, exploring each other's mouths. My hand rests on her abs, firm and yet so soft under my touch. I feel her move to wrap her arms around me, but her restraints hold her arms firmly behind her back.

I trail my lips down to the lace of her bra. She moans as I take a nipple into my mouth. The lace fabric standing between her truly being able to feel my mouth on her. But it stops me from truly feeling her too. I suck and flick, gently at first. My fingers tweak at her other nipple, rolling it between my fingers before pinching a little harder as my teeth nip at the first one. She sinks back against the table, perching on its edge again as she moans, her breathing more of a pant.

"Hmm, you like that, don't you, my dear?" I look up at her and remove her bra and panties with a flick of my hand.

"Oh god, Regina, you drive me crazy. I'm so wet already."

"Really?" I respond with a smirk. I kiss her again, letting my hand run down to her neatly trimmed curls. I let two fingers reach between her legs as she spreads them again for me, inviting me in. Teasingly, I hover there. I can feel her heat radiating from her as she moves her hips, trying to meet my hand.

My other hand snakes up her back and into her hair, grabbing it. I turn her face to meet mine. "Well, that wouldn't be much of a punishment, would it now, Miss Swan?" I move my hand out from between her legs and she groans. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes wide as she pouts at me; desperate and wanting.

"Regina, please-" her voice barely a whisper.

"While I do love to hear you beg, that is no way to address me." I press myself against her, letting one leg rest between hers. "You are to address me as 'My Queen' for the rest of the day. Do you understand, Miss Swan?"

Her eyes darken as she looks straight at me, a smile still showing on her lips. "Yes, My Queen, I understand."

"Good. Now I do believe you were due a punishment," I whisper hotly into her ear. I feel her arch against me. I flick at her earlobe with my tongue, sucking it slightly between my lips before kissing down her neck.

She throws her head back, moaning, "My Queen, please."

Her words almost undo me, but I steel myself and continue kissing around her neck, then down to her breasts. I trail my mouth all around her now naked nipple, making it stiffen under my touch, ready for the nipple clamp that I've got in my hand.

I pull away, admiring the soft curves of her breast in contrast to her hardened nub. As I bring the clamp to her nipple, she notices what is about to come and moans, watching me intently. I position the black rubber tips either side of her and start slowly turning the screw to tighten it, letting her get used to the sensation. She continues watching closely, her chest rising and falling rapidly as I make sure to keep the clamp in place.

I take her other nipple into my mouth, it's already hardened into a peak, ready for the clamp, but I swirl my tongue over it anyway, enjoying having her in my mouth. Knowing it won't be until later at the hotel that I can pull her into my mouth again. I position the tips of the second clamp either side of her nipple and begin slowly turning the screw again until it's holding itself in place.

I press myself against her, knowing it will cause the clamps to be tugged. I grab her hips as I kiss her, soft lips open to let me in again. I move back slightly to check the clamps are still securely in place.

"How does that feel, baby?" I run a fingertip over each nipple as they poke out from between their temporary prisons. The clamps each have a small unit attached to allow them to vibrate, and I admire how the extra weight tugs at her.

She steadies her breath before speaking. "Tighter." Her eyes find mine. "Please, My Queen."

I tighten each screw a fraction more as I watch the tips squeeze her nipples. I look at her expectedly.

"Thank you, My Queen."

I place my hands on her ass, pulling her up from her perch. "Turn around," I instruct her, and she immediately moves, her back now to me. I sweep her hair off one shoulder and plant kisses over her skin as my other hand rests on her stomach, holding her to me.

"Lean forwards so you're resting on the table," I instruct her, knowing the hard glass top of the table will press against the clamps.

"Yes, My Queen." She bends forwards, struggling a little where her arms are still cuffed behind her back. She's just tall enough that when leaning forward over the table, her ass is perfectly presented to me. She rests her head on its side, looking to the right, so I stand slightly to her left, pressing my legs against hers.

All the things I could do right now run through my head at a dizzying speed. I could carry on teasing and tormenting her. I want to reach between her legs and let my fingers sink into her. I want to whisk her away in a split second and both be naked in my bed. Or we could get into our cars and go to the hotel right now, with the rest of the day, and night, in front of us.

I reach down to her thigh and draw my fingers slowly up her leg, pausing as I hit the crease at the top of her thigh. I carry on upwards, slowly over the delicious curve of her ass, buying myself time to centre myself.

I close my eyes for a second and take a breath, steeling myself, deciding what to do. Today is about making Emma feel good. I know how much she enjoys being teased. It's not like I don't enjoy watching her squirm, anyway.

Bending forward over her, I plant kisses on her lower back. My hand rests on her shoulder, before tracing teasing trails slowly down her back. My lips continue down over her ass cheek, soft wet kisses.

I crouch down behind her, continuing the kisses down the back of her thigh. My hand massaging her other cheek. I pull away so I can see what I'm doing. I could use magic, but I want to prolong her torture. I want her to figure out what I'm doing and enjoy the anticipation of what's to come.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by my name falling desperately from her lips. "Regina, you're making me crazy, please…"

Quickly, I rise to my feet and bring the riding crop down on her ass. It makes a satisfying 'thwack' and she jumps, groaning loudly. I bring it down on her ass twice more in quick succession, looking forward to feeling how wet it's made her.

I lay the riding crop down on the table next to her and let my hand caress her slightly reddened cheek. "What was that you were saying, baby?" I ask with a hint of menace to my voice.

"My Queen, I'm sorry." Her breathing is heavy as she realises her mistake. "You just, Re- My Queen, I need you…"

I grab the riding crop and spank her other cheek three times. She didn't expect it and groans heavily as she jumps on the first swat. "My Queen…please."

"Tell me, my dear, what is it you're begging your Queen for? What do you want, hm?" I slide back down her legs, crouching behind her again. I buckle a cuff around her left ankle and tug, a silent demand for her to spread her legs. She eagerly heeds my wishes and her foot moves outwards so I can secure the cuff to the leg of the table.

I move to the other leg, securing the cuff around her ankle once more as she answers me. "My Queen, I need you." She moves her foot outwards once more. "You've made me so wet, I need to feel you. Feel you deep inside me."

I take a moment crouched behind her still to take in the view. I can see her lips glistening between her spread legs. Smell how ready she is for me. Oh, to run my tongue up that aching slit. To taste her. Later, I remind myself.

Rising to my feet, I settle slightly to her left, pressing myself against her. I run my fingers over her slightly red cheeks before reaching between her legs. Slowly, I remind myself. I spread my index and middle finger apart before softly placing them on her outer lips, drawing them from either side of her clit, back towards me, down to her entrance. I let out a groan myself.

She's slippery and soft, I want to bury myself in her forevermore. She's groaning and trying to spread her legs wider. I run my fingers down her length a few more times before letting my hand cup her. I'm soaked in her need for me. Two fingers delve between her open, swollen lips. I wish I could kiss her right now.

A constant stream of moaning and begging falls from her lips. The tips of my two fingers spread themselves either side of her clit. I painstakingly draw them down to her entrance before moving back up. A few more times before, finally, I feel her swollen nub under my fingers. Her hips buck back off the table in surprise before grinding down against me.

Her moans grow louder and I'm glad I sent my assistant off on plenty of errands. I move off her clit before she can get herself off. "Not yet, my dear." I press against her entrance. It would be so easy to let my fingers delve inside her. She's so open and so wet, I could slide right in and feel her tighten around me. Not yet.

My own clit aches for her. I've drenched my panties, I know. My cunt contracts at the thought of her inside of me. I bring my thoughts back to what's laid out in front of me as I summon a small vibrating egg to my hand. The vibrations fill the air, but I don't think she's noticed.

I place the tip of it over her clit and her groans fill the room as her hips buck off the table once more. Her legs strain against the cuffs keeping her spread open for me. I pull it away quickly. "Not yet, Miss Swan," although I'm not sure if I'm reminding her or myself.

The egg sits vibrating below her, just out of reach, but she grinds down trying to find release just the same. I let it make contact with her again, but this time, halfway down her lips. I don't want to risk her coming yet. I quickly pull it down to her entrance and hold it there.

Her pleading becomes louder, I think she's forgotten where we are. Or perhaps she doesn't care right now. "My Queen! Please!" I revel in her desperation. Her need for me. I relax my grip on the egg and let it sink into her slowly. I notice a sheen of sweat down the centre of her back.

I leave the egg inside of her as my fingers reluctantly retract from her. My fingers curl around the outside of her again, the tips against her clit. I stop the egg vibrating and enjoy the swell of her clit under my fingers as I press against it.

Drawing my fingers down her length one last time, I move my hand from between her legs. She simultaneously groans at the loss while her body relaxes, no longer taut from the stimulation and vibrations. "Stand up for me, Miss Swan." I know she's strong enough to raise herself off of the table without the use of her arms.

She stands, her back still to me, barely coherent. Legs still spread wide. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her against me, her still cuffed hands between our bodies. My hand trails from her belly button down to her mound and she startles as I make the nipple clamps vibrate for a few seconds. My other hand cups her breast, fingers dancing over the tip of her nipple as it stands against the clamp.

I kiss her shoulder while she becomes accustomed to being upright again. I make the egg vibrate and she presses back against me. "My Queen, please, please don't stop!"

I turn it off as I cup my hand over her damp curls. "In a moment, Miss Swan, I'm going to untie you. You're going to leave my office and go about the rest of your day, knowing at any point I might allow you a moment of pleasure."

"Regina! No! Please!"

My hand spanks her ass. "You are to arrive at the hotel before me and remove all of your clothes, keeping the cuffs, clamps and egg exactly where I've left them." I run a finger directly over her clit and she jerks. "You will leave my room key at reception for me to collect. When I enter the room, I will find you laying on the bed, wearing nothing but what you have on right now, along with the blindfold that you'll find in your jacket pocket. Do you understand, Miss Swan?"

"My Queen, I can't walk around town like this! My clothes won't hide the clamps or the cuffs!"

I wave my hand over her and in a split second she is dressed, the cuffs remain around her wrists and ankles but the chains have been removed. I turn her around to face me. Her hair is a mess and her cheeks flushed. I kiss her and her arms wrap around me.

"Don't worry, Miss Swan." I run my hand over a clamped nipple, feeling the outline through her jumper. "No one will be any the wiser to your new accessories. A simple glamour spell takes care of that."

She looks down at her own breasts, running her hand over them in surprise at her smooth profile. "Well, you may of taken care of that problem, but how am I supposed to survive until we get to the hotel later, huh?" Her head dips and she kisses along my shoulder, down over my breasts. I let out a moan, I'm so desperate for her.

"I suggest, Miss Swan that perhaps we leave Storybrooke a little earlier than usual today." My knees feel like they will buckle as her hand runs up my thigh and between my legs. If I don't stop her now, I won't be able to.

I take a step back. "Now, Miss Swan. Did I say you could touch?" My eyes narrow at her playfully. She groans. "Best get on with our days now, don't you think?"

"Fine, I'm going!" she huffs jokingly. Her legs still a little wobbly as she heads for the door. As her hand grabs the door handle, I set the clamps and egg vibrating. With the same wave of my hand, I loosen the clamps a little. When she asked me to tighten them, she had no idea how long she'd be wearing them.

She rests her forehead on the door. "My Queen…" her moans continue.

"See you soon, Miss Swan." I stop them vibrating and she groans even louder.

"Not soon enough, My Queen." She opens the door and leaves. I sit back down and take a deep breath. I've made the rest of my day as impossible as hers to get through. I change my clothes back to my pantsuit before returning to my desk. I try and get some work done, but all I can think of is her. The slickness between my own legs doesn't help.

I make a few phone calls and notice the takeaway she left on my desk. It's nearly 11am. I bet she'll be at Granny's soon, especially having left her breakfast here. I grab my coat and walk to my car. There's no point in coming back, I'm not going to get any work done. I drive down the street to Granny's and pull up outside.

She's at the counter, I see her through the door as someone leaves. I set the egg and clamps vibrating. Seconds later, she comes through the door. She's trying to stop her face reacting as she spots me. The door swings open behind her and Ruby calls to her. She forgot her coffee. Ruby hands it to her and they exchange a few words.

I stop and start the vibrations a few times. Making her jerk. I stay hidden in the car, gleefully toying with her. She keeps looking at me. Before I know it, Ruby is looking between Emma and I. Damn it. She looks confused and heads back inside. She can't know what's going on. Emma attempts to march toward me, but I slow her down somewhat, teasing her.

She makes it to the car and I wind down the window. "Miss Swan. I hope you're having a pleasant day." I stifle laughter.

She leans down to the window, looking around her, checking the coast is clear. "My Queen, I'm having a wonderful day, thank you."

"I think it's time to get out of here, don't you?"

"I do." She looks around again. "The Sheriff's office is covered. I'll be on my way, My Queen." She hurries down the street where I can see her bug parked. I give her a few minutes head start before pulling off in the same direction.

I stand at the hotel reception pulling my coat tight. Before hitting the town line, I used my magic to change back into this morning's outfit. I thank the receptionist for the keycard and make my way up to room 322.

At the door, I pause to gather myself. I slide my hand into my coat pocket and locate the controls for the egg and clamps. I can't use my magic to make them work here. I press the two buttons and hear her groan through the closed door. She'll know I'm here now. I give it a minute or two before slowly opening the door.

I'm greeted with a view of Emma, naked and waiting for me on the bed. "Miss Swan, you followed my instructions I see."

"Yes, My Queen." She moves, her hips writhing as I set the egg vibrating again. She presses her legs together as her hands grasp at the pale cream covers below her.

I drape my coat over a chair and kick off my heels. I take the chains to the cuffs out of my bag and leave it on the chair with the controls. I stalk over to the bed, desperate for her. She looks beautiful laying there. Her muscular body tensing as she lies in wait.

I climb onto the bed on my knees and straddle her. Her hands grab my thighs, moving up past the stockings to bare skin. Further up past the skirt, she settles her hands over my corset, either side of my waist.

I grab a wrist in each hand, planting them either side of her head as I dip down to kiss her. Our lips fit together perfectly. Her tongue flicks softly at mine. She knows there's no point in trying to rush things. I could stay here forever.

I pull away with a sigh. Moving off of her, I clip a chain to each wrist cuff and secure them around the bedposts. Once her arms are secure, I do the same with each ankle. My eyes are reunited with the sight of her glistening lips. Slowly, I remind myself.

I climb back on the bed and kneel down at her left. "I think it's time we remove these, baby. Are you ready?" I cup her breast and let my thumb rub back and forth over her nipple, still captured tightly between the rubber tips.

She takes in a slow breath and releases it, her body relaxing a little with it. "Yes, My Queen."

The clamps have been on a few hours now. Causing her pain at just the right time is one thing, but I don't actually want to hurt her. I know removing them will hurt a little, but I also know she'll like it.

I hold the clamp steady with one hand and move the screw one turn with my other. She's trying to breathe slowly still. I carry on turning the screw and watch the blood return, making her nipple blush a deep cherry red.

She groans slightly, her breath more of a pant. The blindfold stops her from seeing me dip my head down over her. My tongue reaches out and softly meets her hardened peak. Her whole body jumps a little as she gasps, partly in surprise, partly at the feel of my tongue on her newly freed nub.

Her gasp quickly turns to moans, a mixture of pleasure and pain. She pulls at her restraints as she flails on the bed. Her back arches up, bringing her nipple up to meet my mouth. I wrap my lips around her, flicking a little harder with my tongue. I suck her into my mouth as my hand finds her other, still clamped, nipple.

My thumb rolls over the trapped nub a few times, then trails down over her stomach. I delight in the feel of her abs under my fingertips. Toned muscles covered with the softest of skin. My teeth graze her nipple. "Oh god, My Queen…" she trails off into incoherent moans.

My lips kiss from her nipple slowly up to her mouth. Her head turns, trying to find me. My hand runs lower, reaching down her leg as we kiss. I tease back up her thigh and her skin pebbles under my touch.

I break our kiss and she groans, trying to reach me again. I take her nipple between my lips, teasing it with my tongue once more as my fingers curl over her slippery folds. Her legs instinctively spread themselves open a little more as I feel her swollen clit. She twitches, her hips bucking. Not yet.

My fingers slide easily down to her entrance and her groans get a little louder. My lips move out from her nipple, laying soft kisses all over her breasts. I dip two fingers into her just long enough to retrieve the egg. She doesn't want to let it go but I slide it slowly out of her.

I want to be naked against her so I stand off the bed and remove my clothes. I watch her laying there, wondering what I'm doing. Climbing back onto the bed, I straddle her and grind my hips against hers. She moans as she feels my now naked skin against her. Slow circles spread our desire all over one another. If I don't stop, I'm certain we'll both come then and there.

I steady myself, coming to a stop. "Time for the other clamp to come off, baby. Are you ready?"

"Yes, My Queen," she answers obediently.

Unscrewing the clamp, I watch as the deep cherry red flushes that nipple, just like the first. She's groaning a little louder again. I lavish the delicious nub with the same treatment as the other, licking and sucking it into my mouth. Taking her to the edge of what I know she can handle.

I kiss up to her lips again and she kisses me deeply, frantically. She's been on the edge for hours now, but I'm not quite done with her yet. I kiss up her neck before asking her, "would you like to taste your Queen, my dear?"

She nods frantically. "Yes, My Queen. Please, My Queen."

I shuffle up towards her head and pull her hair out of the way above her. Her chin tips up in anticipation as I plant a knee either side of her face, straddling her awaiting mouth. I grab the headboard to steady myself as I lower myself down.

Her warm eager tongue meets my wet folds and I almost come undone just from that. She runs her tongue up and down the length of me as I grind back and forth against her. Her lips settle over my clit for a second, flicking at me with her tongue, sucking me in.

I look down as I hear a muffled voice from below me. "You taste amazing, My Queen." Her tongue darts down to my entrance and delves inside of me. God, she feels like heaven. I sink further down onto her face, covering her in my desire.

"Emma.." it comes out as barely a whisper. I grind against her, reaching a hand behind me to roll her nipple between my fingers. Her tongue runs firmly back and forth over my clit and I know that's it. I clutch the headboard with both hands.

She sucks my clit into her mouth, her head moves to keep up with my movements as I ride the wave of my orgasm out on her face. As it slows, she slowly releases my clit from her mouth. I feel her tongue lick the length of my folds a few times, lapping up the juices she made me create.

I rise off of her and back down her body so I'm straddling her hips again. Laying forward, to kiss her, I find myself all over her face. "That was divine," I whisper in between kisses.

"You're divine, My Queen."

I need to taste her, let her have her release. I've played with her enough. I trail kisses down to her still stiff nipples. I take each one into my mouth for a minute, grazing them with my teeth until she moans just a little louder.

Down her toned stomach. I grab hold of her sides as I go. Hot wet kisses peppered all over her. She writhes beneath me. "Yes, My Queen. Please!"

I kneel between her legs, kissing along the top of her neatly trimmed curls, breathing in her scent. It's almost enough to make me come again. I kiss and nibble down one thigh, sucking her flesh into my mouth, leaving my mark as I go. The same back up the other thigh as she moans and pleads to not tease her any longer.

Laying on my stomach between her legs, I let my mouth hover over her. I let her feel my warm breath for a second before running the tip of my tongue up one side of her lips and then the other. She's so wet, so open, so ready for me, even more so than in my office earlier.

I slide my tongue between her lips, running it from her cunt up to her clit, where I circle and make her hips jerk up against my mouth. My arms are wrapped around her thighs, holding her close. I kiss and suck her inner lips into my mouth, up and down her length.

I reach her clit and suck that into my mouth as well, making her groan loudly. "Oh my god, please, don't stop, please. Please, My Queen, don't stop!"

I stop just one more time, letting my tongue lick down to her entrance and push against her, dipping inside. As I lick and suck my way back up to her clit, I bring two fingers to her entrance, teasing her before I finally enter her. She's so wet and warm and slippery wrapped around me. Her walls hold my fingers tightly as I fuck her, slow but deeply.

"More, please, My Queen, more…"

My tongue licks at her swollen clit as I slide a third finger into her and she groans. I speed up my thrusts, curling my fingers inside of her to find that spot that really takes her over the edge.

She's bucking and grinding against me, taking what she needs. I bring my other arm from around her thigh and use my fingers to spread her lips open, exposing her clit fully. I lick and suck at her as my other hand thrusts in and out of her, both slowly building until she bursts with pleasure.

It doesn't take long, her cunt contracts around my fingers, her hips buck wildly, her whole body moves in pleasure, pulling against her restraints. Her moans fill the air like music to my ears.

As her body starts to still, I slowly remove my fingers and release her clit from my mouth. I climb up her body, straddling her thigh. Our lips meet again and I pull the blindfold up over her head. She blinks a few times before finding my eyes.

Our kisses continue as I draw two fingers from her cunt slowly up through her silky folds. I settle on her clit and move my fingers in slow circles. She jerks against me. "No, I can't, Oh god…"

I keep kissing her, rubbing her clit in slow circles and within seconds she comes again. Her thighs close around my leg as her hips buck wildly once more. I pull away from her kiss, leaning above her, meeting her eyes as she starts to come down again.

As her body relaxes once more, I slide my hand away from her. She's smiling up at me, looking exhausted and more alive than I've ever seen her all at the same time. "Relax," I whisper.

I move to quickly unbuckle the four cuffs that hold her in place before laying down next to her, cuddling into her. She wraps her arms around me. "Oh my god, Regina, that was…" she moans, pulling me closer. "That was…amazing!"

I turn my head up so I can kiss her again before settling back on her shoulder, slinging my arm across her stomach.

I think I'm falling for her.