Adrenlize Me
I'll have you down on your knees
I'll have you begging for more
I can be your whore
I am the dirt you created
-In this Moment-
A/N: At this point I might as well make this a series.
"Swan!" Killian roars out, upset. "What is the meaning of this?" he shakes the paper denoting the termination of their arrangement in her face. She wrinkles her nose up, crosses her arms over her chest.
"I'm ending things with you." Voice calm, reasonable.
"The hell you are! Why?" He seethes, bristling on all his edges. His cries echo around the unused playroom they usually spend hours together in. But not today, or ever again for the foreseeable future.
"Because you think we," at this she indicated between them, "are something. And we're not. You can't control me, you can't get upset at my job."
"Oh, don't tell me you don't feel it. I can see the lust you have for me in your eyes. You want something more with me, admit it." He tries to reach out and touch her; she jerks back.
"You're delusional."
"And also not welcome here," Ursula drops by, cig in his hand, arms crossed over his chest. "Leave before I call the cops on your ass."
"This isn't right!" Killian snarls out, and he begins to look cornered.
"What isn't right is you harassing one of my workers. But if you want to see right, I'll give you a right hook you won't forget." There is a growl to Ursula's voice that drives the reality of the situation home. Killian's shoulders slump.
"But-but I care for you, Swan." That's her performance name. They never use their real names.
"You forget where the lines blur between play and real life. Whatever you may think I feel for you, is only something during play. It doesn't mean I care for you outside of my job." Her words are harsh but they need to be. He was getting controlling of her, telling her she couldn't do her job, that she should quit it and come live with him. That he loved her and wanted to have her.
She can't have this. She can't have a sub gone rogue.
His lips thin but he says nothing more, eyes dark with rage. He leaves, shoving past Ursula rudely. The drag queen scoffs and releases a plume of peach scented smoke. "I always knew he was a slimy git of a man."
"He wasn't all that bad. He just had delusions," Emma defended because they had had some good play sessions and Emma enjoys dominating a lot and he had been perfectly simpering and weak for her. And he took whatever pain she lashed out. She didn't have to hold back with him like she did with others. She gives the room around her a sad look and mourns the loss of hearing the slap of her leather on his pale flesh, or the snap of her whip as he's strung up, rattling the chains. But the room won't be empty for long. She has many who eagerly await to fill it.
"Yea, the bad part is you lost a regular."
Emma shrugs. "I have more."
"And it looks like mayor Mills may be becoming one too."
Emma sucks in a breath at this, not silent enough that Ursula doesn't notice. He lifts his lips up in an intrigued smile. Emma tries to play it off as the smoke's fault but she's nowhere close enough to inhale it.
"She's asking for a third session?" Each time Emma thinks the woman won't return given her reactions at the end, and each time Emma hopes she will.
Ursula nods his head. "Yes. Do you want to do it?"
"Do I have a choice? I have to do my ten sessions with her before I can even consider passing on the torch."
"Yes, you do. But if it's really hard, I can change it for you, Swan. You're my top girl." Ursula's voice softens at this. He holds affection for her, for all his girls really. That's the good thing about him as a boss. He cares for his workers.
Emma thinks it over, but there is little logic guiding her actions. She shakes her head at the end. "I told you, I'm fine. And the mayor deserves the best, doesn't she?" she winks and Ursula laughs but he worries for Emma because he knows her history. And history has a way of repeating itself.
The third session begins as usual. Emma urged into the house, being offered a drink before she enters the bedroom. Except this time: "I want to open your eyes to something new, if you will let me."
"Such as?" Regina arches her brows and Emma curls her fingers invitingly and Regina follows after her to the kitchen, intrigued.
Emma stops in front of the fridge, humming quietly. "Have you ever played with ice?"
"No." Regina's tone is neutral and her face is still that of a politician's- disinterested. But Emma knows how to read body language. She has to- it's part of her job requirement. And the way that Regina casually- too casually, attempts to prop her hands on her hips, clues Emma in that Regina is somewhat open to the idea. So Emma continues.
"It's actually a really nice experience. The contrast of chill on heated skin, the shiver of cold that stimulates our senses; heightens it, something that is especially intense when being blindfolded. You don't know when I would touch you, or with what, and how, and you're trembling with anticipation. Your touch super sensitive to the lightest breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. To my finger gently gliding over your clit. Each feeling magnified-everything ten times more pleasurable." Emma drops her voice, let's her words become filthy enticing whispers to get Regina intrigued. The mayor's eyes have darkened and she licked her lips unconsciously. "Not to mention, you're completely powerless. Tied up and blindfolded and entirely reliant on me. I can do anything to you."
It's something Emma has been thinking about for some time now ever since Regina set up a third session. She wants Regina even more at her mercy, wants to take as many firsts of hers in BDSM as she can. It's a possessive need, a dangerous need, but Emma argues it's not for herself but for the sake of the job, for giving Regina the best experience possible.
Regina shudders at this. Emma knows she's got her. "Would you like to try sensory deprivation?"
Regina twists her lips up; tries and fails to hide her budding arousal. "I suppose. But not in the kitchen. I eat here." Her voice wavers as she speaks.
Emma nods her head. "Right." Her stomach is bubbling with nerves, excited that Regina has agreed to this experiment and she tries to not let it show. She opens the state of the art fridge door, cracks a couple of ice cubs into a glass with Regina intently watching her work the whole time, and then the two of them go back upstairs. They separate at the top, Emma hurrying to quickly put on her black leather outfit, one that is a sleeveless cat suit with the front unzipped all the way to her belly button and exposing half of her breasts and all of her abdomen. Emma only has time to slip on heels, not bothering with makeup other than a quick swipe of purple lipstick.
She finds Regina in her bedroom, pacing restlessly. Perhaps Emma has worked the mayor up with her prior descriptions and it's something Emma finds she enjoys. Knowing the full extent of her power on the woman. Regina stops when she sees Emma, drinks her in with her eyes as she finishes off her drink.
"Drink?" she croaks out in offer but Emma sets her own glass of ice down, knowing she needs to work quickly if she doesn't want them to melt. "Take your clothes off but leave your underwear on," she instructs briskly and Regina does so while on the edge of the bed. Emma shifts through her bag to get her blindfold and hand cuffs. This is going to be good, watching Regina be helpless more so than usual, even more stripped of her power. Goosebumps prickle up Emma's arms in anticipation.
Regina is swift in taking off and folding her clothes on her chaise. She scoots to the middle of the bed, compliant and malleable. Emma cuffs her to the bed and then slides the smooth silk of her burgundy blindfold on.
"How does that feel?" she whispers into Regina's ear and watches her shiver at that.
"Good," is her slightly breathless response.
Emma settles down over Regina's waist, holding herself up just enough that Regina can feel the heat of her body, but not the physical nature of it. Using her finger tips she trails light touches down Regina's neck, her collarbone, the swells of her breasts, the mayor inhaling a sharp intake of air because of Emma's unexpected touch.
Emma continues her motions, noticing in satisfaction that Regina's hips wiggle under her and her nipples have gotten hard. There is silence in the room, so silent, that Emma can hear her and Regina's hearts beating quickly in unison. Can hear their breaths mingling. So she speaks to break the silence that is growing all too comfortable for her tastes.
"What color are we on?" she asks.
"Green."
"And your safe word?"
"Apple."
Emma wonders why that word, but she doesn't ask even though she wishes she could. She brushes her lips against Regina's, shocking the woman who lets out a gasp. Emma stifles down the chuckle of amusement at that and continues to place hot open mouthed kisses on Regina's body, sucking lightly on certain spots so as not to leave marks. Her nipples are dark and cut through the air. Emma smiles in appreciation and rolls one between her fingers, eliciting a loud cry from Regina whose hips buck up to try and meet Emma's. Emma keeps out of reach.
"Tell me, how does that feel?" Emma asks, though she fully knows the answer. She just wants to hear the words fall from Regina's mouth. With her free hand Emma picks up the glass of ice she settled by the bed.
"It's..." Regina frowns as she searches for words, as her concentration wanes on how roughly Emma is pulling on her nipple, how her tongue laves a path down to her belly button. "It's...like I can feel you even more intensely than before. Your heat, your scent, your touch." She bites down on her lip to stifle down a moan as Emma's mouth and tongue come close to sucking up her other nipple into their wet hold.
Emma's fingers close on a cube and without warning she places it right on that lonely turgid peak. Regina's whole body jerks up in reaction to that cold as a hiss leaves her painted lips. Emma chuckles again as Regina curses. "Fuck, that is cold."
"I believe ice is," Emma comments smugly and drags the cube around the clavicle, the belly, even up Regina's neck and arms until it is nothing but water. So she pulls out another one and another one, raising goosebumps on Regina's skin as the mayor reacts every time to the cold. Emma soothes the cold by lapping up the water trails with her tongue and Regina moans and writhes under her, her head tossing from side to side as if she can somehow toss off the blindfold and see what Emma is doing.
Emma lets the ice cube run it's course before it melts entirely before she shimmies down Regina's underwear, noting with delight how ready she is. Even though Regina knows she's exposed, she doesn't expect the teasing finger that Emma swipes through her wetness. "Oh," she moans out, biting down on her bottom lip. Emma sucks up that image, that sound and pulls her finger to lick it clean, making sure she does it loudly enough that Regina hears. She does, rubbing her thighs together and Emma pries them apart, tsking. "Keep you legs open. I want to see you."
Regina complies. Then Emma takes another cube, this one still fresh and cold, and with a mischievous grin, sticks it right into Regina's pussy without preamble. The squeal the mayor makes at that is delightful as her body strains at the handcuffs holding her down.
This is going to be fun, Emma thinks gleefully before she inserts another ice cube there too that has Regina howling and rattling her cuffs.
"Ah fuck! Fuck!" she screeches out.
"Do you want to stop?" Emma asks but Regina stubbornly shakes her head, as Emma counted her to.
"No."
Emma chuckles. Is there anything the mayor won't do with Emma? Only time will tell.
"Good girl," Emma praises, slides the last ice cube into her mouth and then kisses Regina with ice cold lips and tongue. The woman only winces slightly at the cold before kissing hard enough to bruise.
The fourth session has barely started before they are rudely interrupted.
Emma's knuckles deep in Regina, fucking her from behind on the bed, when the door opens downstairs and a loud voice bellows, "Regina? Are you home?"
Both women freeze, eyes going wide. Emma knows the mayor is engaged. It's nothing new-politicians cheating on their spouses. But neither of them had been expecting him home.
"Quick, the closet," Regina husks as they hear his footsteps coming up the stairs.
Regina's closet is huge, a walk in, naturally. And it leaves more than enough space for them to hide there. They keep it open a crack so they hear in on Robin's progress. They both hold their breaths as he enters her room thankfully paying no mind to Emma's black nondescript duffel bag which contains questionable items. "Regina? Are you here? Your car is here. Work let out early and I thought we could get dinner out on town maybe."
He seems like a great guy from what Emma has read and has seen now. She wonders why Regina would cheat on him. Maybe there were some skeletons in the closet? (For sure there are some gays in the closet right now, Emma thinks dryly.) Emma wishes she could ask but she can't. She has no right to know. Regina is eyeing him with something like hurt and guilt and Emma doesn't like that look on her. So she does something to fix it. She pins Regina to the wall by the door and shoves her fingers right in, other hand coming up to play with a nipple. Regina gasps out and Emma hisses in her ear, "keep quiet unless you want him to hear us."
Regina nods her head and clenches her lips tightly shut as Emma thrusts into her harshly, hard enough to hurt, hard enough to drive Regina's thoughts of Robin away. Her nails bite into Emma's shoulders and she trembles with pleasure.
"Guess she's not here," Robin mutters to himself in disappointment and rushes out, digging his phone out to call her. Regina can't be happier that she has her phone on silent otherwise he would see it was in her room and he would think to look back, to check in the closet.
Regina cums over Emma's hands just as the door to her mansion slams closed with Robin's departure. She sags with relief.
For some reason, Emma is now the one filled with guilt.
For the fifth session, Regina surprises Emma. She's in the town car when Emma comes in and Emma is momentarily speechless by this.
"Get in, you're letting the cold air in," is Regina's hiss of complaint and Emma gets in, sitting across from the mayor. She drums her hands on her thighs as the car goes off, them driving in silence for a good five minutes. Are they going some place else to do this? "So, uh, this is new," she comments uncertainly, feeling momentarily lost.
Regina appraises her before her eyes snap up from where they had been steadily on Emma's barely covered breasts to her face. "Shut up and fuck me." And when Regina says it like that, how can Emma resist her.
She still tries, though, only because of the NDA.
"Here? In the car? Are you sure it's private-"
"It's fine, the divider also works as a silencer. I don't want to risk Robin nearly walking in on us again. The driver has been instructed not to bother us unless I text him to stop the car." Regina explains this all hurriedly while stripping off her jacket and blazer like she can't possibly wait a moment more.
"Uh, how am I going to dress up?" she needs her armor when dealing with Regina. Not wearing it...that leaves her vulnerable and susceptible to disgusting feelings that ruin her.
"No time. A good dominatrix doesn't need her clothes to dominate."
Her words serve to tick Emma off which was probably their goal. "Get rid of your pants and get on your knees on the seat," Emma growls out, incensed. They don't have much space but Emma's going to make this work if only for her reputation and to prove herself.
"If you're going to mouth off to me like a bitch than I'm going to fuck you like a bitch." Emma's tone is a menacing growl and a shiver runs through the brunette as she does as asked. Emma digs out a strap on from her bag. "Green?" she asks and when Regina sees Emma slipping her still clothed legs into it, she licks her lips.
"Yes," is her hoarse answer. "Extremely fucking green."
With it in place, Emma teasingly presses it against Regina's clothed center. There's already a wet spot there. Someone was excited. She slipped her fingers underneath and began to ready her for the strap on. It's a hefty size and Emma doesn't want it to hurt when it goes in.
"Is this what you're spending tax payer dollars on? On renting out cars so you can get fucked in them?" Emma hmms as she rubs her fingers against Regina harder. "Is that what gets you off?" she peels Regina's underwear off and slaps her cunt, prompting her into an answer.
"Yes, mistress." A hiss turning into a moan.
"Are you throbbing for my cock?"
Regina nods her head as another slap lands on her. Emma's hand is dripping wet now.
"Yes," Regina hisses out.
"Are you going to take all of it like a good pet?"
"Yes," Regina hisses once more and gripping her waist, Emma enters her to the hilt. It's not Emma's first time fucking in a car, and she is all too aware of how hard it is with the limited space. And it's even harder because it's moving and it interrupts the rocking of their motions, making Emma's thrusts too shallow. She'll never get Regina off like this in time.
She pulls out, toy glistening with wetness. "We're going to move positions," she announces when Regina whimpers at the sudden emptiness. They scramble around and rearrange themselves and now Emma is on her back, Regina clambering on top of her. She sits down on the strap on, eyes fluttering in pleasure as she takes it all in. Emma begins to rock her hips into Regina's as the brunette haired woman rocks into her. Her moans begin to get louder and Emma, paranoid, shoves Regina's discarded panties into her mouth. They serve to muffle her cries but she's still loud and Emma sweats in worry that the driver might hear them. She wants to speed things up, so she unbuttons Regina's shirt, frees her of it's confinement and then rips her bra off. She takes a nipple into her mouth, other toyed with by her fingers. She's rough, pinching and biting and Regina shudders on top of her before she stills, cumming with her eyes closed and exhaling heavily through her nose. She slumps a little bit forward, and Emma cups her flushed cheek. "Good girl," her tone is soft, thumb stroking her cheek even softer.
Too late she realizes the gesture could be too out of character but her brain is fuzzy with the smell of sex permeating the car and the warmth that has fogged up their windows.
But Regina doesn't comment on that. She takes the gag out of her mouth. "God, this car is so fucking small," she complains angrily as her hips rock into Emma again. It's clear she wants to do more but they don't have the space for it. Emma stupidly blurts out a suggestion because she's sex drunk off of Regina and she doesn't want this to end just yet.
"We can go to my place. No one would think to look for you there."
To come off as more convincing, she pumps her hips into Regina's, rubbing against that patch of skin inside that drives Regina crazy. It chokes her up as her thighs tighten to suck Emma in deeper. "Y-yes. Let's go."
In a rush she alerts her driver of the new destination. Emma's place isn't anything nice and it's not exactly in a savory part of the neighborhood but she hates doing a bad job for her clients. She hopes Regina won't mind. They dress up, get ready to leave. To keep the mood going, Emma rubs little circles on Regina's inner thighs and whispers filthy things into her ears from her spot next to her. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll only be able to call out my name. No one will fuck you like I will. Everyone after me will seem boring and inadequate. Whenever you'll lay in bed with your fiance you'll be thinking of me, thinking how I could be fucking you better. How hard I could make you cum."
Regina's thighs rub together and her hands claw into the leather of her seat as her eyes drop closed. Her lips part as she imagines what Emma is whispering to her and the blonde has a feeling that perhaps Regina does really think of her when she's with Robin given her intense reaction. She's on the edge of her seat literally and Emma wouldn't be surprised if the mayor got up and there was a wet spot on the seat after her.
"You're the devil," she groans out as she tries to control her body's reaction. "How much longer is it to your place?"
Emma grins at the effect she has on Regina. "Soon," she assures and presses a kiss under Regina's jaw that has her shuddering. The car pulls up after an eternity later and they both rush out to Emma's apartment, Regina pulling on a pair of shades and hunching herself down so no one will recognize it's her. Emma's hands shake on her keys. She's never brought a client back here and she doesn't know why she's breaking all these rules for Regina. For Regina, who doesn't even treat her nicely.
As soon as the door opens, Regina pulls Emma towards her and kisses her hard against the wood of the door. Emma is surprised by this bold move. She's going to have to reprimand her pet later, but for now she enjoys the senseless assault. Regina is desperate, needy hands digging through Emma's hair, running down her sides.
"Fuck me. Break me. Please, mistress," Regina begs as she licks a path up and down Emma's neck, an edge of teeth to her desperate touch.
Emma is made light headed with want. Regina has no idea how happily Emma will comply with her wishes. Her body throbs in response and she takes a shaking breath. She needs her armor. Needs it, but Regina wants it now. To make her wait now would ruin the intensity of the orgasms that Emma knows she can coax out of her with minimum effort.
"Get on the bed, pet, and spread your legs," Emma instructs and digs out her strap on once again along with some handcuffs. Regina hurriedly throws off her clothing and instead of leaving it in neat piles, it's all over the place. She really needs this. Emma quickly takes off her pants which are still wet in the front where Regina came on her, and slips more comfortably into her harness. Hands are cuffed to the bed posts before Emma kisses a delicate path down from Regina's neck and to her belly button, muscles quivering and twisting with want, with excitement. "Mistress, please," Regina begs and her voice almost breaks as Emma brushes the head of the toy against her need.
"I like the way you beg, pet, but I think you can beg even more nicely if you really want this, this badly."
"Mistress, noooo," Regina whines, not wanting to be teased right now. But how can Emma resist when she looks so splendid like this, all bared with wanting. This is only the first time that Emma has seen her in her skin, previous times always lending to her being half dressed, or undressing; never spread out all naked and bared like this. Her skin is glorious, a caramel color that reminds Emma of melted candy, and she has curves that would make a circle jealous.
"All I hear is complaining," Emma tsked as she leaned down and laved a nipple that was rock hard into her mouth as she rubbed the tip of the toy where it was needed.
"Mistress, please, fuck me. Take me. Do what you will," Regina gasped out, trying to buck against Emma but failing to get any relief.
"Since you asked so nicely. I'll fuck you until you can't cum anymore," Emma chuckled deeply and rammed without warning right into Regina who gasped out loudly at the sensation. "Fuck," she spit out when Emma pulled all the way out and rammed back in with full force of her body. This was better. Emma had more space here. She could drive Regina up to fever pitch.
As they rocked, the bed did with them and Emma wished she had a better bed. She really didn't want it falling apart. And she felt bad for her neighbors. Regina was really loud. Emma covered her mouth with one hand as her moans crescendo-ed.
It only took ten thrusts for Regina to come, but Emma didn't stop there. She kept powering on, making Regina rise quickly, drawing out her first orgasm into another one, and another one until the woman's legs had wrapped around the small of her back and she was drawing Emma even closer into her. Their bodies were slick with sweat and Emma quickly shed her flannel top and tank top so she could have some respite from the fire that formed between them, from the passion that consumed them both.
It was only on Regina's fifth orgasm in a row that Emma pulled out because it was time to do something new. Regina wanted Emma to break her and she would. Regina would be walking funny for a week after she would be done with her.
"Have you ever done fisting before?" Emma asks, a bit breathless from exertion. Sweat prickles at the back of her neck and she hastily ties her hair up before relaxing Regina's hands from the cuffs. She doesn't want to leave marks on her wrists.
"Fisting?" Regina pants out, eyes hazy and sex heavy body sinking into the sheets.
"Where I shove my whole fist into you. You've been stretched out enough for me to do it now."
"Do it," Regina insists without pause, legs already spreading.
"Good girl," Emma praises, pleased and so aroused that Regina is actually sincere in how she wants Emma to do as she wishes to her. She's so doused in pleasure and gone in her own post multiple delirium that she won't say no to anything right now, but Emma knows to be careful with her, knows better.
She spreads Regina's wetness with her palm, makes sure the area is nice and lubricated, that Emma's hand is nice and lubricated. Three fingers go in easily and the fourth is no stretch. The hardest part will be the thumb and the rest of the hand.
"Tell me if it hurts," Emma says and Regina nods her head, tossing her head back as Emma takes her time and slips her thumb in and then with a soft pop she is inside. It's so warm inside Regina. Warm and comforting and Emma slowly rotates her wrist, feeling more intimately connected to Regina than she had before, more connected than she had with anyone else before.
Regina's eyes flutter open and shut and she's losing the battle to keep them open long enough, so Emma crawls up her body, kisses her lightly on her lips and continues to carefully rotate her wrist and Regina writhes under her, nails raking into Emma's back, nails turning painful as her body shudders, breaking. She squeezes tightly on Emma's hand and Emma momentarily worries she might lose her hand but she continues pumping to give Regina the most out of this orgasm.
Emma knows this is the last she can pull from Regina's body. The mayor is too tired for more. So she twists her wrist and feels the sucking of Regina's walls as she milks the most out of her last orgasm.
This time Regina is slow to recover, arm thrown over her eyes as if to block out the image of what she has done. But she'll have a harder time ignoring how her body aches afterwards. Emma doesn't even bother to ask about the after care. She knows Regina will say no, so she carefully pulls her hand out gradually, dragging small whimpers from the mayor's body at the sensation before Emma gathers their clothes, folds them up neatly, and then goes to shower.
She takes a moment to release the tension that has built up in her body, coming embarrassingly quick and as quietly as she can in cause Regina hasn't left yet. But when she comes out of the bathroom, Regina is still in her bed, and she's fallen asleep, given the gentle rising of her chest.
Emma stares at her, something squeezing her heart, and she takes out a blanket to cover her with. She goes downstairs and watches TV quietly while trying not to freak out about how she fucking brought a client home. Shit, that was such a bad idea. She shouldn't have done that, but how could she resist fucking Regina? She couldn't.
Her thoughts torment her and she closes her eyes to avoid them, drifting off while awkwardly slumped on the couch. She awakens hours later to someone stumbling out of her room. It's Regina, with her hair messy and her pumps in one hand. Her clothes are rumpled on her and she looks so disoriented.
"What time is it?" she croaks out, voice hoarse and Emma shrugs. "I don't know. I just woke up." She quickly glances at her clock. "Two am."
"Two am!" Regina grunts out, rubbing her face. "Why didn't you wake me up. Robin's going to kill me!"
"You needed the rest. Your body went through a lot."
"Your bed is terrible. I don't know how to sleep on it," Regina sniffs as she bends down to put her shoes on. Her movements are lethargic like she's drunk. Emma takes this moment to appreciate her ass before her comment registers with her mind.
"It's not that bad. It gets the job done."
Regina grumbles but doesn't comment on that further. "Where's the bathroom. I have to make myself look presentable."
"Don't wanna come home looking and smelling freshly fucked?" Emma prods her cheek with her tongue, unable to resist rubbing this in. She takes pride in a job well done.
Regina shoots her a glare but there is a red tint to her cheeks.
"Down the hall," Emma adds and Regina hurries off there.
Emma waffles on whether she should walk Regina out or ignore her like she has so many times before. As she decides the tap runs in the bathroom and it is only ten minutes later that Regina comes out, somehow looking put together like this whole evening hadn't occurred.
"Have a good night, Regina," Emma says as she holds the door open for the woman.
Regina eyes her oddly. "It's mayor Mills," she hisses and then walks out into the cold dark. Dejectedly, Emma slams the door shut after her. She doesn't know why she would have expected Regina to act differently. It didn't seem like the woman ever would.
This time, Emma's fantasies are even stronger because her sheets smell like her and Regina's mixed desires and clutching onto them, face buried deep, Emma touches herself and cums and cums. She won't ever be able to look at her bed the same way.