Adrenlize Me
Just one shot and go
Two shots and go
For me this world is hazy
I don't wanna talk
Don't wanna talk
Just let me fuck you baby
-Maruv-
A/N: Um, looks like I had another idea for this prompt. Hope you enjoy the second chapter.
Also, I highly recommend watching the video for the song listed above (Maruv, Drunk Groove). It fits the theme of leather quite nicely; almost like BDSM vibes.
"Swan!" Ursula's smoke heavy smoke voice called out.
"What?" Emma huffed out in irritation. She's had three back to back play sessions with only enough time in between to freshen up and she's starving. Being hangry has it's perks as she comes off extra bitchy and domineering, but she doesn't enjoy feeling like her stomach is being sucked out through a straw.
She tossed her platinum blonde wig onto her chair as Ursula came up to her. "How was your session with the mayor last night? I didn't get a chance to ask."
Emma frowned. "You never ask. Why now?" Usually Ursula only came up to his girls when there was an issue or when more was demanded from them.
"Because I got good reviews from her, and you know that woman. She's stingy with her words of praise."
"I'm surprised," Emma snorted sarcastically at the confirmation of Regina's caustic speech, but on the inside she was highly pleased. She had thought the woman might not be sated.
"So I'm booking another session for her with you."
Emma's head snapped up at that, pausing in her removal of her earrings. "Already?" Wasn't it a bit too soon? Typically clients waited a month or two before their next one. These sessions weren't inexpensive.
"Relax," Ursula chuckled at Emma's wide eyed look. "It'll be for the end of the month. It seems you've gotten her hooked on this. You up for it?"
Emma shrugged, trying to come off as casual even as her stomach churned in excitement and worry. "Sure." But Ursula was able to see the tension in her shoulders. He knew why she didn't do women and he didn't want to break his best dom. "It's alright if you don't want to continue this. I just need you to do the first ten sessions and then I'll transfer you over to the usual crowd."
Emma wanted that, as logically it was a good idea to run before she could get too deep. But her body churned with longing, with wanting to be the only woman to ever top Regina. It had only been one session and not even an intense one at that, but she wanted to see more, wanted to do more, wanted Regina begging for her to fuck her. Wanted to truly dominate the powerful woman until she belonged to no one but Emma. "It's fine."
Ursula arched a painted brow. He knew that this industry could eat women alive but he was going to respect Emma's wishes. He knew she was strong and if anything, she would tell him if something bothered her. "Very well. And how's the situation with Killian?"
"I'm going to talk to him. I don't need him getting the wrong idea." Because the situation wasn't getting better nor had it mellowed out at all.
Ursula nodded his head curtly. "Excellent. Let me know if he gives you trouble and I'll knock him out for you." He flexed his arm and his bicep rolled, his voice dropping down a couple pitches to his normal tone.
Emma smiled. "I wouldn't want you to pull a muscle, grandma."
"Grandma!" he huffed, scandalized. "Fifty isn't old."
"For a woman it is," Emma commented and they both had a moment of silence for the complications of gender roles and age in this modern world.
"Chin up darling," Ursula cuffed her chin none too gently and Emma suspected that had to do with showing off his strength despite his age. He turned on his heel and left. Emma went about packing up for the day before she went home.
The month passed in no specific manner for Emma. She would work, go home, eat, and either drink or go straight to sleep. Sometimes she'd have friends over. Ruby would come over and they'd get wasted together, comparing all the men they've fucked or not fucked. Or Neal and Belle would bring some board games or movies and fill her empty apartment with laughter and happy chatter. But such warm moments were rare. Adulthood wasn't all it was cracked up to be. It was filled with more lonely moments than satisfactory ones.
Oddly enough, Emma found herself looking forward to meeting up with Regina. Would she be rude to Emma like she was last time? Or would she feel more comfortable in her desires and be frank and nice to Emma?
Only time would tell, and by the end of the month Emma found herself in a town car driving towards the mayor's mansion. Just like last time she was hastily urged inside. Except this time, Regina was more confident, and she was wearing less. Just a simple white work shirt and black pinstripe skirt on.
"Miss Swan," she greeted, eyes cool and appraising.
Emma could feel her nerves resurfacing and she itched to put her outfit on so she could feel more confident. "Mayor. Shall we get started?" she asked because she didn't know what else to do.
"Yes, I suppose we should. I'll be waiting upstairs." With that they parted ways and Emma got ready. Her outfit was different this time. She had several pairs of them so as to switch things up. This one was literally made of scraps of material stitched together in asymmetrical fashion. The leather straps on top cupped her breasts nicely with only a small triangle of clothe to hide her nipples. And her privates were only just barely covered as well. This time she put on thigh high boots and did her makeup a bit lighter, painting her lips a cheery red. Done, she left the bathroom and found Regina waiting on the bed, legs crossed and sipping on something strong. Her eyes raked over Emma's figure greedily. Emma liked that. She liked being appreciated by another beautiful woman.
"Drink?" Regina asked, and apparently it was just a custom of hers to ask.
"I'll pass this time. Tell me, what do you want?"
Regina took her time thinking this over, no doubt hesitating partially because of moral reservations. Emma waited patiently. "Rougher," at last escaped Regina's throat and it was husked out. She cleared her throat, a light flush on her cheeks. "I want it rougher than last time."
Emma nodded her head. "And do you want me to use new toys or do you want to stay with the same ones?"
"You...you can keep the collar," she said, her voice smaller than before as her hold tightened on the glass. "And take out a riding crop."
"Very well." Emma digs them out of her bag, both cleaned and ready for use. "And you remember the rules?"
Regina nodded her head, eager to get on. Once she'd seen the collar her eyes had gained an insatiable glimmer to them. "Green is go. Yellow is slow down or take a break, and red is stop. And my safe word is Apple."
"Good. And you will call me mistress while we play, and you will not do or say anything unless I tell you too."
"Understood."
The dominant mode fell over Emma. It was like an armor was thrown over her, making her gait stronger, making her face harsher. While her armor ascended, Regina's was taken down. She lost the mayoral control and air as her face became softer, her shoulders more rounded and body pliant, like the fight was going out of her.
Emma strode up to the edge of the bed where Regina was and gripping the front of her shirt, lifted her up, while the other hand snatched the glass from her manicured fingers quickly. "Get up," she snarled as she spilled the amber remains of the liquid onto the floor before setting the glass out of the way. "And clean that up."
When Emma let go of the woman's shirt, she went to go fetch a tissue, but Emma stopped her once more. "Where do you think you're going?"
"To get a tissue-"
"I said to clean it up. And you will do so by getting down on your hands and knees and licking it up like the animal you are."
Emma watched in satisfaction as Regina got down to her hands and knees and bent her head down to lap up the mess. Her pink tongue was enticing and Emma wondered how it would feel to have that tongue on her, having it's wicked way. She pushed the thought away when she felt her nipples harden.
"Faster," she hissed at Regina, planting a boot on the woman's back and shoving her closer to it.
"Yes mistress," Regina obeyed and worked faster, doing the best she could until only a wet mark remained where the mess had once been.
"You're disgusting. Licking up filth from the floor. I shouldn't be surprised. You're nothing but an untrained savage. But I'm going to train you to behave." She brandished the collar that had been on the drawer top, just aching to be used. "Come here. On your hands and knees."
Regina crawled towards her, clear excitement on her face for the collar. Emma snapped it on in one smooth motion. She wondered why the collar was Regina's favorite item. It often stood for ownership. But did it mean that to Regina, or was it some other reason? Emma shook her head to focus herself. Now wasn't the time for thinking but for action.
"Good girl. I want you to take your skirt off now. Quickly," she instructed. Regina did as asked, folding it neatly and placing it by her side before settling back down onto her haunches once more. Tan smooth skin greeted Emma and her eyes were lost on where those powerful thighs went up to before she refocused again. "Are you wet? Excited already?"
"Yes mistress," Regina breathed out, eyes darkening with desire.
"I want you to prove that to me. Touch yourself." Regina did as ordered, slipping her hand into her thin lacy thong. Her hand emerged a second later, fingers glistening with wetness. Emma was pleased by that. "Lick yourself clean." Regina popped her hands into her mouth and looked up at Emma as she did so, purposefully dragging the moment out and locking gazes to make it more intense. Emma swallowed hard and had to take in two deep breaths to regain a normal quality to her voice. "Do you taste how much of a slut you are? We haven't even done anything and you're already dripping wet. You were probably wet and waiting before I even stepped foot here. Did you touch yourself after what we did the first time?"
"Yes, mistress," Regina moaned around her fingers, pulling them out and dragging her bottom lip while doing it. Emma was filled with the urge to pull on that bottom lip and bite down hard. Maybe she would get a chance to do that. Regina had said she wanted it to be rougher today.
"Did you wish it was my fingers doing that?"
"Yes, mistress."
"Are you going to ask me to do it again?"
When Regina nodded her head wordlessly, Emma tugged on the chain, jerking Regina's head up. "Well I won't. You don't deserve my fingers in your needy little cunt."
"But mistress, I need-" Regina started, hands twitching as if she would grab onto Emma's legs and beseech her.
"Did I say you could make demands of me?"
Regina shook her head no.
"No, exactly. Maybe if I like the way you touch yourself I'll indulge you."
Regina's hand eagerly slipped down her panties which had darkened more from her arousal.
"Spread your thighs more," Emma nudged her legs apart with a heeled boot so she could see more and Regina complied, her head falling back as she began to enjoy the motions she was making. "Slowly," Emma warned. "Or I won't reward you."
It took tremendous effort but Regina slowed her motions down. "Good pet," Emma purred. "You may insert one finger into yourself."
Regina's eyes fluttered shut as she did so, a little moan leaving her painted lips. Emma could read in her body language that the woman was going to eventually build up into an orgasm. Her stomach was going tighter and her hips twitching with her hand motions. "Add another finger. But don't come. Slow motions."
Regina complied and bent forward, crown hitting Emma's knee cap. "Mistress, I can't-I w-want you to touch me-I want to come on your hand."
That made Emma's insides twist but she kept the small moan of pleasure she wanted to make inside. She wanted Regina cumming hard on her fingers too, but she was a dominatrix and she didn't give in easily. "What did I tell you about making demands?" she hissed angrily, jerking on the chain until a small choke exited Regina's mouth.
"Not to-" she stuttered out. "But I'm begging not demanding-"
"I think you're behaving too spoiled. Talking back to me without my permission. Get on the bed," Emma said briskly and decisively.
Regina rose to her shaking feet, hand falling out of her panties.
"Lay down flat on your stomach." Once Regina was down flat, Emma walked over and got the riding crop from where it had been laid out, ready. She snapped it onto her hand and Regina jumped, a shiver of delight crawling down her back at the sound. Anticipation built in her belly. She wanted to look up but her mistress had told her not to.
"I think five strokes should teach you, or do you think that's too little?"
When Regina didn't answer, Emma pulled her head up roughly by her short sable locks. "Answer me, pet."
"Yes. I think five is enough, mistress," she gasped out, voice strained by the uncomfortable position her neck was in.
"A pet needs to punished, otherwise how will they know not to chew shoes or to not pee indoors. This is for your own good." She dropped Regina's head back down and rolling her wrist, she got ready for the first hit. "You might want to hold onto something," she warned and a second later she struck.
There was a satisfying smacking sound and Regina's right cheek jiggled as the crop landed. A bright red strip burgeoned there. It made Emma happy. It was such a beautiful color on such a wonderful ass. Regina's cry of pain had been short because it had melded with a happy little moan and her legs had shifted wider, inviting Emma in more.
"Do you like that? Do you like getting smacked?"
"Yes mistress," Regina answered and was served another two hits in quick succession. All on the same cheek. She hissed in happy pain and clutched the bed sheets with her hands, knuckles turning white.
"Maybe I should hit your cunt?" Emma toyed, pacing around in her heels, drawing out the tension. "Should teach it to stop being so greedy for my fingers." Teasingly she trailed the crop over Regina's panties, the woman jolting at the sensation, sensitive and eager. "Should I?"
The woman was hesitating, afraid to give a voice to this desire. Emma could sense this, so when Regina didn't answer, Emma did so anyways and Regina jolted once more, another moan falling from her lips. "That's four hits. One more to go. What color are we on?" Emma's voice dropped into a softer range at this, stroking the crop up and down Regina's buttocks soothingly.
"Green," was the answer.
"Good." And then Emma delivered the last blow, putting in all her arm strength behind it. Regina's eyes slammed shut at that and she let out a huffy exhale, enjoying the lingering sting.
"Now get up." Regina took too long to do so, prompting Emma to pull on her leash and drag her to her feet. "Are we being delinquent?" she asked, eyes dark and using her riding crop to push Regina's chin up painfully. "Are you resisting?"
"No mistress," was the faithful answer.
"Then why do I see this pouting?" Because damn it, Regina was pouting and it was so hot on the woman, seeing her full lips sticking out. It sparked that familiar impulse in Emma to bite Regina's lip and so she did just that this time.
There was a gasp of shock from Regina at the sharp canines in her lips, at the burst of blood pooling free. Her hands went up to Emma's shoulders, tugging her closer as Emma backed them up and let Regina hit the wall behind her with a painful thud, head banging into it.
The mayor's lips were impossibly soft for someone with such a sharp tongue and Emma let the kiss draw out, let herself indulge in it. Regina's mouth tasted of apple cider and peppermint gum and the copper taste of blood at her split lip. Hips came together, Regina rocking hers into Emma with needy force and it took everything inside Emma to not do the same.
Her nails dug into skin as Regina's tugged on her hair, running the full length of it with trembling hands. Emma forced herself to pull back before she could lose anymore of her control. Regina's lip stick was all smeared and Emma liked the look, the look of her being ravished. She wanted to make Regina fall apart even more.
"You poor thing. You must be so aroused now, having to wait around for me to arrive and even then being deprived of an orgasm." Her voice was husky and low and she nibbled on a spot under Regina's jaw. She wasn't supposed to do that, but how could she help herself? The mayor was too hot and tempting for her own good.
"You must be hurting with arousal," Emma continued as she cupped Regina's soaked sex and the woman's hips jerked forwards in answer. She had dripped down her legs, clear pearls that had Emma lifting her own fingers into her mouth. God, she tasted so good. Rich and heady. She circled her tongue around her fingers, letting Regina see exactly how much she liked her taste.
Regina let out a breathy little 'oh' and let her head thunk back against the wall, squeezing her eyes shut to keep herself contained as her hands curled haplessly against Emma's shoulder as if silently begging her to do something. "Don't worry. I don't like seeing my pet in pain. I'll offer you my leg so you can hump against it like the animal you are." She ripped the slender material covering Regina's sex with her fingers, tossing the scrap aside.
Regina didn't need anymore prompting as Emma's slim but toned thigh slid between her legs. She immediately ground down, sobbing at the touch. Her head dropped down onto Emma's shoulder as she began to glide the length of her slit across warm muscle. There was no rhythm to her actions, only pure lust as hands grabbed onto Emma's back and tugged her in closer.
The only sound in the room was Regina's ragged breaths and the obscene noises of her wetness. Emma's heart was pounding in her chest and she ignored the warmth spreading between her own legs as she kept the both of them up, one hand on the wall, one on Regina's lower back.
This was just a job. Just a job.
Emma found it harder and harder to remind herself of that.
She could feel Regina cresting around her, her chest heaving, her cheeks flushed. And then she was coming, with nails digging into Emma's back and cum dripping down warm onto Emma's thigh as she keened low in her throat.
The scent of her arousal floated into Emma's nose and she swallowed down the mouthful of saliva that rose in her throat. "Did I say you could cum?" she growled out, slipping her leg free and forcing Regina to stand on quivering thighs.
Regina paused at this, really pondering the question. "N-no," she answered at last when coherence returned to her, and Emma bared her teeth, being extra nasty to forget her own arousal. "No, I didn't. Your orgasms belong to me, or did you forget? You don't cum until I let you. That's going to be ten lashes."
"Mistress, I'm sorry. You didn't tell me I couldn't-"
"Your orgasms are mine, or did I not make myself clear the first time? It should be obvious you don't get to come even if I don't explicitly state you cannot." Emma grabbed Regina by the upper arm and tossed her roughly onto the bed on her stomach. She snatched the riding crop from where it was waiting eagerly to be used on the night stand. The leather of the riding crop crinkled in her tight grip. She didn't give Regina a chance to prepare herself this time. Ten lashes went flying onto her behind like lightening. Regina groaned and moaned with each one, so sensitive from her orgasm that she came again at the end, burying her head into the sheets shamefully. As if that could hide the fact of her orgasm.
"Did you just cum again?" Emma hissed, crawling on top of her and straddling her hips as she pulled Regina's head up by the back of her hair roughly. "What did I say about cumming?"
"Th-that my orgasms are yours," the mayor managed to get out, still panting from the exhilarating high of pain and pleasure.
"And how can I trust you to not cum, when even when I punish you you still have the audacity to orgasm? What am I to do with you? Hm?" she said none too kindly as she leaned close enough to Regina's ear.
"I don't know, mistress. I only wish to please you."
"You don't seem to be doing a good job of that." Emma observed Regina for a moment, her plump lips, her lust blown eyes, and considered her own situation and came to a decision. "I know how to punish you. Lay down flat on your back and hold your legs and arms out." Emma got up and rummaged in her bag for some rope. It was made of silk so it wouldn't chafe Regina's skin. It wouldn't do well for the mayor to walk around with rope burn. "What color?" she showed the rope to Regina who was waiting eagerly.
"Green."
Emma had been hoping it would be. "I'm going to tie you up. And you're going to watch as I enjoy myself." Wrists are secured first followed by ankles. The hold was tight enough that Regina couldn't free herself but not loose enough for her to not feel the delicious pressure and feel of being lightly immobilized.
Emma settled herself onto Regina's lap, excited at the prospect of what she was going to do. She didn't do this often, touch herself in front of her clients, but she wanted to do so in front of Regina. Wanted and needed to ease this tension inside of her that had been stoked by Regina's mere presence. Slowly she licked one finger and then two, eyes never leaving those of Regina's. "See, this is what you could be doing to me," she said as two fingers slipped under her costume, touching the moisture there. She bit back a groan at finally being able to touch herself. The thought of Regina watching, only made a new gush of wetness come down. "But because you didn't listen, you don't get to do this."
Regina let out an unhappy whimper, eyes intense on every little motion of Emma's. Emma began to move her fingers faster, rubbing her clit, thrusting in and out. Her hips pressed down so she could ride her hand harder and she knew she was hitting on Regina's pelvis in an erotic enough manner because the mayor was squirming under her, hands straining to touch.
"Mistress, please," she begged, eyes half lidded with desire.
"No," Emma groaned out, head dipping back. "You don't get to enjoy this. You don't get to touch me. But, would you like a taste?"
Regina eagerly nodded her head and Emma held out her dripping hand to her, lips just shy of them when she snatched her hand back. "No, I don't think you deserve that either."
Regina let out a frustrated moan. "You're being cruel, mistress."
"You haven't met cruel yet. What's cruel is keeping you on edge, denying your orgasm for four hours straight while I pleasure myself relentlessly in front of you. Do you want that?"
Regina shook her head no.
"Good, then shut up." Emma was so close, she could feel it behind her eyes. With one more expert twist, with the vision of Regina's sheer desire for her printed on her face, she came. Immediately she felt better, head clearer. She humped down with completion onto Regina's hips which were now wet from Emma's desire.
With lethargic eyes she raked in Regina's form and most importantly the glistening wetness of her reawakened arousal. She swiped a finger through the sensitive area, Regina jerking in want. "I see my pet is in need again, and what sort of mistress would I be if I didn't take care of this little issue for you?"
Emma could deny Regina orgasms, but she did have to service her. And their time was drawing near. Emma wanted to see her come one more time. Or maybe ten more times.
She moved down so she could situate herself accordingly to Regina's body. She glided her fingers over Regina's slit, gathering up moisture, teasing her clit. "Tell me how you want it pet. And be explicit. I love hearing dirty words coming from your filthy little mouth."
"I want your fingers inside me," Regina started, chest heaving in exhales and inhales as excitement bubbled in her.
"How many?"
"Three-eh!" Regina squeaked out when Emma entered her without warning.
"And then what?"
"Rough. I want it rough." Long sentences were getting hard to construct.
"Do you want me to pound into you? Want me to make you so sore and thoroughly fucked between your legs that you won't be able to sit down for a week?"
Regina nodded her head with a whimper, lips tight and eyes closed as Emma began to be more forceful. One hand gripped Regina's hips until marks began to form and the other pounded away into her, thumb circling angrily over her clit. Building up Regina and breaking her down was such a beautiful sight. Emma wished she could have it conscripted to her memory forever. She ignored the renewed burn between her own legs and focused on the one between Regina's.
She was writhing in pleasure now, teeth bared. "B-bite me before I come."
"Where is my please?"
"Please, mistress. Hurry," she hissed out. And Emma leaned in and bit down hard enough on her lip to reopen her previous wound. Regina shuddered into an orgasm, crying out into Emma's mouth.
"Good girl," Emma praised, licking into Regina's mouth, wiping the fresh drops of blood away. "I think you came beautifully. I think that deserves another orgasm." This time Emma alternated between thrusting in five times before retreating her fingers and slapping Regina's cunt. It wasn't long before Regina was panting and moaning in pleasure again, and she came on the fifth slap, drenching Emma's whole palm.
"Oh god," she muttered out as she watched Emma lap up the sticky fluid diligently. She felt light headed and like she was tingling all over, most of it stemming from her core.
"I prefer the name mistress," Emma playfully said though she could not make her voice light because it was heavy with desire. She wanted to get herself off again, but she couldn't. It would have to wait.
For she wasn't done with Regina. Hand clean, she let it delve right back into the heat of things, having Regina rocking into it, hips chasing after limber fingers. Her arms and legs strained to bring Emma closer to her, to wrap her in and let them become one, but she couldn't. "Come for me, pet." And Regina did, tossing her head back and silently screaming as she wet Emma's hand once more. A pleasant ache settled between her legs and she'd sweat through her white shirt in certain areas, see through patches appearing. She was exhausted.
Emma could sense that. She diligently untied Regina's hand and legs and the woman let out a sigh of relief. "How are you feeling?" Emma asked as Regina raked a shaking hand through her hair.
"Thoroughly fucked," she said, voice raspy and eyes avoiding Emma's face.
She was closing up again, Emma could see that. But she needed to see to Regina's aftercare. Today had been rougher than last time. "Do you need anything? Water? Food? A towel."
"You can leave. I'll be fine." Her voice was stern, arm thrown casually over her eyes as if to hide from Emma.
"But the aftercare-"
"I said I don't need it." Now there was a harsh edge to her voice.
Fine, bitch. Emma thought. "I'll be on my way then." She left the bedroom.
Emma was sensitive between her legs, a throb begging her for attention. Could she pull a quick one in Regina's bathroom? No, that would awkward if the woman walked in. Emma would just have to stiffly put on her clothes and hope she could make it until she went home. Dejectedly, Emma got undressed and packed up her things, Regina once more no where to be found after the deed had been done.
Emma tried and failed not to be disappointed.
"New customer?" Emma inquired as Ruby strode back from her performance room, tired but happy grin on her face.
"Yea, and she's cute." Ruby did both men and women as her clients. She'd come across some lookers in her time and Emma always reminded her to not get attached to them. A dom too attached was bad for business because she could scare clients away or worse yet become too unreliable and stop working because of her feelings.
"Don't get too close to her. Don't fall in love with her either." Oh, the irony of that when Emma herself felt too close to Regina, too out of control around her.
Ruby huffed out and rolled her eyes. "I won't," but this wasn't said in a serious tone.
"Rubes, I'm serious," Emma chided as she put her gear away. "You could get kicked off the roster."
Ruby only grimly smiled back. "You honestly think I can fall in love in one session. Besides I don't know if she'll come back. She was really into the stuff we did, but she looked so heartbroken at her own needs after it was all done that I don't think she'll come back."
"Who was she?" It sounded like she was a younger girl. Typically older folk knew what they liked and were more open about their wants because of just not giving a fuck once they reached a certain age.
"Belle."
Emma's eyes bulge out comically. "Belle? Belle French?"
"Yea. How do you know her name?" Ruby asked with too much interest in her voice for this to be casual.
Holy shit, Emma's friend was here. Oh god, that means she knows Emma's on the work list. Things are going to be so awkward now. How will they ever maintain eye contact? "I uh, passed on her as a client."
Ruby arches a brow at Emma's stutter but doesn't say more. Emma hurries up with her dressing and then heads home, waving a hasty goodbye at Ruby before going out into the wet weather outside.
And again that night when she came back home, she rubbed one out to the recollection of Regina cumming.