Adrenlize Me
Love bites and so do I
-Halestorm-
"Swan!" Neal greets and Emma jerks the door open, hugging him deeply as she pulls him into her apartment. He's got takeout with him, judging by the poignant smell of it hanging in the air, stronger than his cheap cologne, and Belle behind him holds the board games for their friendly Friday night match. Neal and Emma finish the hug, he ducking into the apartment and leaving Emma and Belle awkwardly standing there. Emma offers her a timid smile because of the fact that she knows Belle went to Ursula's place for a kink service and also because Belle now knows Emma works there. Emma has never been open about her job, citing she works for a bounty hunting firm- technically not a lie since she used to a couple years ago before finding a more lucrative and safer job field.
"Hi Belle," Emma breathes out and is happy to see her own discomfit mirrored in her friend's eyes. So she's not the only one who feels awkward. If Belle feels this way than hopefully they can avoid ever bringing this topic up.
"Hi Emma," Bella says, blushing and comes inside, dragging her gaze downwards. Emma sighs, and prays to the stars above that Belle won't inadvertently blurt something out after having a beer too many. Then she closes the door, and game night begins this way.
They spend a good three hours sharing the Chinese take out, cracking open beers, and playing games. Soon enough Emma's unease melts away with laughter and the warm glow alcohol gives her. Before she knows it they have to leave and she helps them pack up. She loves seeing her friends. It's too many nights that she spends alone in her apartment.
But as Neal packs up, Belle begins to dawdle. Neal notices. "What's wrong Belle?"
"I was, uh, hoping to stay behind and talk to Emma about something," she says timidly, rubbing her hands.
Emma had a feeling she knew what it was and she gave a watery smile, hoping to come off as casual. "Sure, that's okay with me."
She's already expecting the judgement in Belle's eyes.
"Okay, go for it," Neal says.
Belle blinks at him, biting her lower lip. "Alone."
Neal blinks several times before he understands. "Oh, okay. I'll see you tomorrow than, Belle. Get back home safe." He waves them both a good bye and Emma swivels on her heel as soon as the door closes and busies herself with throwing out the beer bottles. Uncomfortable silence drags on.
"Uh, Emma..." Belle softly starts and Emma heaves out a sigh. She might as well get it over with. She begins her spiel, the one she has mentally prepared for a moment like this.
"Look, I know I lied about my job, but I had to. It's not exactly something you can openly advertise to people and I won't be shamed for it. I happen to be really good at my job and it's giving me enough money to live on and-"
"I wasn't going to say anything negative or even question why you worked there," Belle softly cut in, eyes averted to the floor. Her cheeks were red with color. "I-I-um...I was wondering if I could talk to you about...you know. More of the dom/sub thing."
"Oh," Emma's mouth makes a funny shape. She hadn't been expecting this. "Are you interested in doing more?"
"Yes, but I'm worried...worried about if I should be even doing this," Belle self consciously rubs her upper arm.
Emma feels sympathy for the girl. "Don't worry. There's nothing wrong with wanting someone else to take control of your life for you." She moves to the couch, pats the space next to her invitingly. "Come. Sit down. And don't be shy. I don't bite," Emma flashes a teasing smile. "Not unless you want me too."
Belle flushes at that but she laughs, visibly easing up. "Thanks Emma." And then sits down for their talk.
Apparently, now that they've fucked once in Emma's apartment, Regina keeps coming over, citing she won't be bothered here and that it's more private. The added monetary bonus the mayor provides as compensation for using Emma's space is nice, so Emma won't complain for now.
She can't, not when each time afterwards she can get herself off so hard to the remains of their fucking that she sees stars. But this playing in Emma's house changes the dynamic between them once more and in unforeseeable ways that Emma hates to dwell on.
It's barely after their first session (the fifth session in general) in her house that her door rings and she opens it to find a delivery man on the other side with a huge ass package. "Emma Swan?" he asks and she nods her head dumbly yes.
"Sign these," he hands her his clipboard.
"What for?" She's still in her pjs, just having gotten up, and her brain is sleep heavy.
"Your new mattress and comforter set."
"I didn't order any," she frowned. She already had a perfectly good bed and sheets.
"This is a gift. Someone ordered it for you." But who could have done that for her? She signs the forms and he leaves so she can drag her stuff into her house. She unpacks the comforter set and a sheet of paper falls out.
Your bed truly is horrid. If we are to be using it, it's going to need to be of higher quality.
The script is elegant, the note unsigned, but Emma knows to who it belongs to. Regina. Regina sent her a whole new ass mattress and Egyptian cotton sheets. Whelp, she couldn't get mad about that.
And that wasn't the first or last gift Regina sent.
Here, in Emma's house the mayor felt more comfortable. She actually stayed after, sometimes for a drink of water, sometimes to make small talk. Perhaps there was no danger of Robin intruding so she was more free. And maybe it was because she was fully embracing this side of her, these wants of hers, that she didn't feel the urge to throw Emma out. Hard to do in the first place, when this was Emma's place.
And because she stayed after, she began to demand better things. "This coffee pot is horrendous. It doesn't make good coffee."
And the day after that Emma had gotten a Hamilton Beach keurig to use, to brew Regina better drinks. And it wasn't after care that Regina stayed for, no, because she insisted she didn't need it but merely to rest herself and to fix her appearance. She would stay in Emma's place for an hour or two, typing away on her phone, or actually doing mayoral work on a laptop she brought over. Emma would find herself useless and not knowing what to do. She didn't want to kick the mayor out-firstly, that would be rude. Secondly, she enjoyed the mayor's presence even if she made half scathing remarks and declarations about something or another that bothered her about Emma or Emma's apartment.
Emma had learned to let the majority of those insults slide off of her, unable to always stop from snapping back at the mayor with sharp rejoinders. There was no point in getting riled up. She had a hunch that Regina liked to annoy her, for the mayor never truly seemed to get upset at Emma's comeback's, though for the life of her Emma couldn't figure out why the mayor enjoyed such a hobby.
"If you're going to groan and moan and be distracting, the least you can do is make yourself useful," Regina said as Emma huffed and puffed as she tried to get comfortable on her couch while watching the TV at zero volume because the mayor was on the other end of the couch and doing her work. Emma had to rely on subtitles, freaking subtitles to watch her show. Who even did that?
"I wasn't aware I was your errand boy. What, you want me to shine your shoes too while I'm out getting your coffee?"
"I'm glad you suggested that," Regina said with a barely imperceivable curl of her lip. "They were looking a bit scuffed up."
It took Emma a moment to realize the mayor was fucking with her. She let out a huff of air. "Seriously. You are something, you know that. If I bother you so much, then you are free to go. It's not like I hold you here." Emma was worried that on her words the mayor might actually go (Emma told herself it was good if Regina left because this sitting around after sex was not a good way to keep emotional distance), but surprisingly, she let out a short laugh.
"Your personality is terrible," Regina commented easily, still not looking up from her computer screen.
Now that hits something deep inside Emma, an insecurity that was born of being passed over and over again in the foster system. "Too bad you can't buy something like that for me," she snipes bitterly, touching on Regina's penchant for buying her things. Maybe the mayor will speak up on why she's doing that. Emma has usually been bought into passivity with the gifts but now she's angry. Is the mayor buying her out? Why all these gifts? Why buy her something and then be rude to her afterwards? It makes no sense. The mayor is a contradictory mess.
"Yes," Regina hums indifferently. "Good thing you know how to sell your body well, otherwise you'd have nothing to show for as a human being."
And that, that, really ticks Emma off. She sees red. She lunges across the couch before she can think better of it, snatching the laptop out of Regina's hands and slapping it closed, before she places it on the coffee table and using her other hand grabs the collar of Regina's shirt and pulls harshly on it, enough to jerk Regina into her personal space. The woman sucks in a breath at the sudden intrusion.
"Yes, good thing," Emma mocks nastily. She hates people in higher positions looking down on her. She won't stand for it. She had honestly thought Regina would be different given how she passes laws in order to protect those who have little or nothing. But it was all an act. These politician types never cared.
"How dare you snatch my laptop from me! I was doing very important work-" Regina starts only to let out an oomph of air as Emma continues to roughly man handle her.
Emma pushed Regina down onto the couch using all of her body weight. She wants to retaliate, wants to hurt Regina like her words have hurt her, so she straddles her waist, and grabs both sides of Regina's shirt. She rips her no doubt expensive shirt right open, smiling in grim satisfaction when she hears the buttons rain onto the floor. "My shirt!" Regina exclaims. Her face looks up at Emma, not apologetic in the least; it charges Emma into wanting to do more.
"Oh yes, we have important work to do," Emma snarls, eyes darkening. "We have to work on that cruel tongue of yours, pet. On training you to be kind and obedient to your superiors. This is my apartment and there are rules you must follow here." Her hands grasp at Regina's wrists, pulling them over her head. She wished she had something to tie her up by. Regina makes a feeble attempt to struggle underneath her, anger burning in her eyes.
Oh, so Regina was going to be defiant today? That would not do. "And if you don't follow instructions, losing a shirt will be the least of your concerns," Emma promises and now something else blazes in Regina's eyes along with her anger. She attempts to free herself once more but really she's not trying. Emma let's go of her wrists, knowing that she won't run.
"Where do you get off on insulting me?" Emma hisses out, lowering her mouth and biting down hard on Regina's collarbone, hard enough to draw blood.
There is a sharp inhale from within the other woman's throat and hands circulate up to push at Emma she thinks- but instead, they stay there tentatively holding her. Emma looks up, her anger momentarily stymied, and sees Regina's eyes are half lidded in pleasure. Does she...does she get off on infuriating Emma?
Emma is intrigued and even though she fully knows they just had their session, that they finished it, she is compelled to go through with this. Because no matter how Regina pisses her off she just can't keep her hands from her. She moves her mouth down, still aggressively because the sting of Regina's barb has not left her. Teeth marks litter Regina's chest and when Emma pops her front clasp bra open, she bites down hard enough on Regina's nipple to draw tears to her eyes.
"Ah, fuck," Regina hisses out as her hips buck up, hands clawing into Emma's shoulder blades and dragging her closer.
"Do you get wet insulting me? Do you get a high knowing that you can get low class trash like me servicing your every perverted need?" Emma asked, combining the sting of her nails onto Regina's abdomen along with her bites that got lower and lower before her tongue lapped up the hurting bits of flesh. All the while Regina squirmed on the couch, chest heaving and eyes watering with pain.
"No mistress, that's not why-" she cuts herself on a little moan when Emma's hand pops open her trousers button and slips into wet panties.
"So this isn't from being rude to me? This isn't from riding that high horse of yours?" Emma asked cruelly while her fingers faux gently spread the wetness there around.
"N-no," Regina stammered out, hips gyrating, lips falling open in a moan.
"Then why?" Emma is getting intoxicated by Regina's reactions. She wants to drive her to the edge. She sits up a little so she can jerk Regina's pants down her legs, tossing them somewhere over her shoulder. Then she slipped her thigh in between the mayor's legs, rocking hard.
Regina rocks back, eyes slipping closed. That won't do. Emma slaps her lightly to get her eyes to open. "You will look at me. Is that clear?"
"Yes, mistress," Regina moans as she rocks harder. She's leaving a mark on Emma's jeans and these are her good pair. She can't get them dirty. She moves back a little so she can undo her own jeans. Regina props herself up on her elbows so she can see what Emma is doing. When she sees pale thighs exposed, she swallows deeply, eyes lidding greedily. Emma settles herself back over Regina, her heated center brushing against Regina's. Regina gasps loudly at that and it gives Emma a mischievous idea and she smiles as she brushes her center against Regina's teasingly.
The brunette's hands claw into the blonde's hips, hard enough to hurt. She's trying to bring her closer. Emma resists. "I think not," she tsks. "You haven't answered my question. Why do you insult me?"
Regina bites her lip at this, cheeks flushing. "It's-I can't answer that."
Emma's not expecting this. "Why not?" and this is genuine on her end, not part of the play they have fallen into.
"I-I-I don't want you to know," Regina stutters out, averting her eyes from Emma's figure. Emma doesn't like this. She jerks Regina's head to her, forces her to look up. "You will answer me pet. That is a command."
Regina actually looks panicked at this, trapped, and Emma feels a thrill go down her back at making this usually composed politician sweat.
"But I can't-"
"Then I'm just going to assume that you really hate poor people. That you're nothing but a snobby little bitch," Emma says calmly. "But if you tell me," and at this she pressed her clothed center against Regina's clothed center and rocked so very very slowly, making sure the mayor could feel the delicious pressure and heat from top to bottom on her slit. This elicited a groan from the older woman, and one almost from Emma, who held it back in time. "I could fuck you so very, very nicely."
"Fuck." It was clear what Regina wanted but would she go for it?
"Come, tell me pet," Emma began to rock harder, cursing that they were doing this on the couch where there wasn't as much space. She pulled one of Regina's legs up higher so she could position herself more fully. "I know you want to," she husked into her ear. "Just say the words and you can come so hard you won't be able to get up."
Regina groaned at that, her eyes fluttering in increased arousal. "I-I," she swallowed, licked her lips, and Emma couldn't hold back from leaning in and nipping them harshly. That got her a breathy moan. "Tell me," she whispered against them, grinding her hips down more. Their underwear was wet now, clinging to each other, impeding their motions. Emma let her hand creep down to her underwear and she swiftly pulled it off, holding it up in the air and letting Regina get a good look at it's sodden quality before dropping it off behind the couch.
Regina licked her lips at the sight of it but still the words had a hard time coming to her mouth. Emma carefully kept her bottom half from Regina's as punishment.
"Looks like you're being stubborn today. I guess I might have to go into my room and finish this off myself." She made to get up only for Regina to grab her by the wrist.
"Did I tell you you could touch me?" Emma slapped the hand off.
"Mistress please," Regina begged, rubbing her thighs together and looking almost pitifully needy on her back, hair spread out around her. "I'll tell you. I'll tell if you only just fuck me."
A wide grin spread on Emma's face. "That's a good pet." She got onto the couch again, pushing Regina down roughly with her one hand and yanking her underwear off in one smooth grab with the other. "Now tell," she leaned in and nibbled Regina's ear lobe, watching as goosebumps spread down her neck.
"I say those things because I like annoying you," Regina confessed in one breath. Emma was momentarily stunned by that. That was such an...such an elementary school kid thing to do.
"Why?" she breathed out, wanting to know more. Her lips grazed over Regina's jaw line, up her cheeks, her eyebrows and then to her nose where she pressed a gentle kiss, where she let their gazes line up. "Look at me," she reminded Regina when the woman began to move her eyes away. Regina reluctantly did so, her cheeks flushing under the direct stare.
"It's not because I dislike you. It's because...I, uh, I like the way you don't hold back from insulting me."
"And what does that mean?" Emma hummed, letting her lips brush over Regina's but never kissing her. She did so enjoy teasing and tormenting Regina like this.
"People are afraid to speak freely to me. They always hold back their words, always cover them in false niceties. But you don't. You aren't afraid to fight back and it makes me want to argue with you more and more."
Emma chuckled at this, the sound vibrating against Regina's lips and making them part in want. "You are a masochist true and true aren't you?"
Regina's back arched in answer and her lips found Emma's, crossing that minuscule distance between them. Emma immediately drew back and slapped Regina harshly. Regina's head snapped to the side, a loud gasp exiting her throat. "Did I give you permission to kiss me?"
"No, mistress," Regina said. "But I want-"
Another slap here, echoing loudly in the room. "You don't get to make demands of me," Emma hissed, cool and domineering on the outside while the inside of her was a mess at Regina's confession. It almost sounded like Regina respected her in a way. Well, she had a funny way of showing it.
"I promised you a reward for answering my questions and that is all you shall receive and you will gladly take it. Am I clear?"
Regina nodded her head frantically.
"Good," Emma said more softly and slid herself into position, slotting their hips together without any more preamble. They both let out relieved cries when they finally touched for the first time, naked desire on naked desire. Regina's pussy was so hot and silky against Emma's that it made more wetness gush from her. Emma couldn't hold herself back anymore; she gave up on maintaining a rhythm and just rocked as hard and as fast as she could, shaking the couch with her motions. Regina met her sloppily, happy little moans escaping her plump lips. Emma couldn't stifle hers either, so she chose to bury them between Regina's breasts, sucking and licking them into her mouth. As a result Regina raked her hands into Emma's hair, tugging the strands hard, winding them around her fingers as her thighs began to shake.
"Mistress, I'm going to-to cum," she breathed out, throwing her neck back and eyes closing shut tightly.
"Go ahead," Emma gave permission. Regina let out a loud cry and her hips jerked up as she came hard, coming all over Emma's pussy and drenching it with her release. Emma came after her, lips opening in a low moan as she humped down to draw out her orgasm, the wetness between them squelching and dripping onto the couch cushions. When she was done, she allowed herself to slump over Regina's chest, the mayor's bare breasts rubbing against her bra clad ones as the two of them regained their breath. She could feel an arm hesitantly snake around to rest on her lower back.
When the haze of her orgasm passed, Emma felt fear stir inside her. She had let this get out of hand. She...this hadn't been a session. She had made a mistake, had let her anger and curiosity get the best of her. She knew she should have never brought Regina into her house- it blurred the lines between their sessions and real life. There was no telling when they would meld into the other. And this was a good example of it.
Emma hadn't even asked Regina what color they were on. If Regina had been uncomfortable with any of this...shit, this was bad. Emma hadn't meant to do this. This could blow up on her so badly.
Emma quickly tore herself off of Regina, the soft sound of sticky skin peeling apart announcing their separation. Emma blindly searched for her underwear and pants, pulling them on as fast as she could. Regina slowly sat up, clutching her shirt together but it doing little to hide the red and blue bruises on her chest and neck. Her left cheek was slightly red where Emma had struck it. "Where are you going-"
"I need to go get groceries. I do have to feed myself." Emma hated the way her voice shook on this.
"Oh," Regina was quiet a moment as she watched Emma dress up, hopping so she could get one leg into her pant and then the other. Emma winced at the cold feel of her wet panties but she couldn't be here. She couldn't be in the same space as Regina. "About what I said earlier," Regina began hesitantly, face soft and eyes shining with something.
Emma cut her off here, not wanting to delve deeper into this. She couldn't afford emotions to get mixed up. "What happens in play, stays during play," Emma assured with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Feel free to leave when you're recovered."
Regina looks confused by this sudden dismissal, the vulnerable look on her face deepening before an iron wall went up. "What about the aftercare-?"
"You don't need it. You never do," Emma says brusquely as she moves around the room, snatching up her keys, her coat and her wallet. She knows she's being rude but she can't...she can't be here right now or else she's going to have a panic attack. "This sessions on me," she adds hastily, some semblance of manners still in her. "You won't be billed for it."
And then she slams the door shut behind her on a bewildered and lost looking mayor. Emma doesn't do any grocery shopping, surprise surprise, and she delays going back to her apartment but she has to eventually. She has no other place to call home. She gets in, afraid that Regina will still be there. But that's a silly notion. The mayor is long gone and at home with her fiance.
As expected the apartment is empty and for some reason Emma is sad. She finds a note on her coffee table, minus one mayoral computer. It reads, 'your couch is horrid. If you're going to fuck me on it, do it on a better one.' And attached to it below is a copy of an order for a new couch.
Emma lets out a little laugh because she doesn't know what else to do.
That woman, she swears.
Emma goes to work the next day, worried she might get a complaint from Ursula, that Regina will want to stop seeing her, that she'll get fired. But Ursula says nothing to her that day, just greets her cordially, asks about her week and then fucks off to his own business.
But Emma doesn't feel any relief from this. She only feels more stressed, like the shoe will drop at any other time. Tink notices her looking stressed and comments on it.
"What's got you down?"
Emma needs to tell someone about the inner turmoil going on inside her and so she confides in this woman. Tink isn't a gossip, so she's a safe choice. She's too mature for that.
"I may have...I may have gone too far with a client," Emma admits bitterly, looking down at her hands which shake.
Tink clucks her tongue in sympathy. "Don't worry dear. It happens to all of us." She placed a soothing hand on Emma's back.
"But this client is someone powerful and they-"
"Are you worried they might retaliate?"
"I'm worried I might lose them," Emma whispered, hunching in more on herself.
Tink is also no nonsense- she tells it like it is. "It's very rare for a client to sue, because no one wants it on public record that they spend time and money doing such things. So you don't have to worry about that, especially if they're powerful. The bigger they are the harder they fall, ya?" she speaks, her Aussie accent dripping in. "So worst case, all you'll do is lose them. For good, or maybe only for a little bit. Maybe they'll realize they liked it or that it was simply a slip up on your part and that you won't do it again. You won't know until you talk to them. Check in with how they're doing."
Emma nods her head at this, instantly feeling more reassured. Tink's right. Emma can't let this fester. She has to check in with Regina. Only question is, how will she get her number? Ursula's the only one that has it, but will he hand it over just like that? No way to know unless she tries. She thanks Tink for her words, the small blonde responding, 'any time' before she goes to Ursula's office. It's in the back of the Poor Soul's club and she knocks on his locked door. "Come in, dear," he calls and Emma enters into a smoke filled room. Coughing she waves the smoke away. It stings at her eyes.
"I didn't know you were in the middle of a sauna," she jests and he humphs at her.
"What do you want?" he's typing something up on his desktop computer, an old model they can never get him to shake off despite all the better computers out there. His long nails clack loudly and the cigarette clamped between his teeth burns brightly.
Emma sucks in a breath and regrets it when all she gets is a lungful of smoke. Coughing a bit before she speaks, she says quickly, "I need the mayor's number."
Ursula's nails stop their typing. "What? Why?"
"I uh.." and now here comes the uncomfortable part. "I fear I may have overstepped some boundaries and I want to check in on her, make sure she's alright."
Ursula resumes typing. "You've overstepped boundaries before and it wasn't a big whoop. You powered on."
"Yea, but this is different. She's the mayor. I kind of worry what might happen to me if I piss her off." Emma chuckles nervously, realizing that while Regina might not sue her, she could find other ways to ruin her.
"Can't this wait until next session?"
"What if she doesn't come back for next session?" Emma counters with a question of her own.
The drag queen hesitates before sighing out. "I'm not supposed to hand out her number willy nilly."
"You won't. I'm only calling to do damage control. I can even use your phone."
He sighs again before swiveling in his chair and digging around in the purse on the cabinet behind him. When he turns around he throws his phone at her. The Brick phone, as all the girls call it. Ursula had heard it's name and laughed before saying he'd use his brick phone to crack open their skulls if they didn't stop gossiping and get back to work. "Thanks," Emma grabs the flip phone and goes somewhere private to do the call. Locking herself into the gender neutral bathroom, the ring of the phone is loud and encompassing in the white tiled room.
It rings three times before Regina picks up and Emma can feel her heart rate accelerating as it sinks in that she's actually fucking doing this, actually going to talk to Regina outside of their play sessions.
"Mills," she introduces herself. "What is it Ursula."
Emma lets out a huge breath that rattles the static on the phone call. "Uh, this isn't Ursula."
There is frozen silence on the end and the minutes tick by in Emma's heartbeats that pound in her chest. "Who is this?" Regina's tone is decidedly less friendly. "And how did you get this number?"
Before Regina can further fall into the belief that someone has her personal number and has found out about her connection to Poor Soul's and is about to exploit her, Emma talks. "It's me, Swan."
"Swan?" Regina questions and there are some loud sounds from the other end of her phone followed by the distinct clatter of heels before the environment is more silent. Regina's moved somewhere more private. "How did you get my number?"
"I didn't. Ursula let me borrow his phone."
There is silence as Regina patiently waits for Emma to explain, her voice less edged now that she doesn't fear a scandal breaking out. "I wanted to call in to check-uh, to just check that..." she can't say it. Damn her tongue. She can't say it. So she goes for something else. "You bought me something else again?"
"Are you referring to the couch? It was a necessity. That thing is horrendous. My back still aches from it."
So Regina was hurt. Did all the bite marks Emma leave on her hurt too? Emma wants to ask but she's too afraid to. It's kind of hot, though, thinking about all those marks left by Emma under Regina's clothes. She's been claimed and no one even knows but the two of them.
"And those...does anything else hurt?" There is too much concern leaking into her voice and she hates that. It makes her sound vulnerable. She bites her lip and tries to pull up her dominatrix voice. Her tough demeanor.
"You left an awfully large amount of bites on me, Miss Swan and it was certainly a pain to cover them up. I may just have to lodge a complaint to your employer."
At this Emma's heart stops cold. Shit. She is getting in trouble. Ursula might put her on probation! She won't get to work for a week and she needs her cash.
"Truly barbarian," Regina continues. "If I didn't know better I'd think you were trying to break the NDA. Trying to reveal me."
It takes a moment before the blood rushing through Emma's ears clears and she realizes something. Regina is doing that thing were she's meanly teasing her. She can tell now- or well, not really for sure. But now that she has that information she's hoping she might work it to her advantage. "I wouldn't have to work hard. You moan loud enough that I'm surprised no one has heard you yet."
"Do I?" Regina asks and yes, there is that hint of playfulness to her tone.
Emma continues, feeling confidence boost her words, make her tone sultry and dark. "You moan so loudly when I touch you. You've got a big mouth and it's going to get you into trouble one day. Just like it did yesterday. And I'll have to punish you for it again and again. Pin you against that couch and fuck you hard."
Regina's breathing is suddenly loud on the other end of the phone. "How exactly are you going to shut me up?" her voice is breathy and Emma's hands shake on the phone. She doesn't know why she's doing this. All she knows is that she's possessed with the need for Regina to come undone. She can imagine the mayor's cheeks flushed red, her chest heaving up and down. Emma bites her lower lip and lets out a soundless swear. What is this woman doing to her?
"Why don't you listen and find out. Are you alone?"
"No. I have guests downstairs."
"All the better," Emma deviously hums. "We can practice on keeping your moans quiet. We don't want your guests to hear. Go to a room with a bed."
"I'm already in one."
"Is the door locked?"
A moment, followed by a loud click, and then-"yes."
"Good. I want you to get on the bed. And spread your legs."
There is the rustle as Regina gets on the bed.
"Are your legs spread nice and wide?"
"Yes mistress," Regina hums slightly airy.
Emma lets out a pleased sigh. "And what are you wearing?"
"A gray dress with purple lingerie."
"I want you to push it up around your hips. Then I want you to touch yourself over your underwear. But lightly. Describe to me how wet you are."
There is the rustle of fabric as Regina moves her dress up followed by a soft relieved sigh. "I've soaked through my panties."
"Already?" There is a disproving lilt to Emma's voice that she knows will only drive Regina's arousal higher. "What are you? A desperate teenager whose never gotten fucked before?"
"No, mistress," Regina counters.
"Then why are you this wet. We haven't even done anything."
"I'm...excited," Regina lightly pants. "When I heard you were going to punish me," a shudder quakes her voice as she takes a sharp inhale, "I couldn't help myself."
"You like it when I punish you?"
"Yes, mistress." A moan that Emma imagines has the mayor wanting to rub her thighs together.
"Do you like it when I bite down hard, mark you everywhere? Do you like knowing you're my property? That you and your greedy cunt belong to me?"
"Yes, mistress," a hiss before a plea. "Please, mistress. Can I touch myself."
Emma pretends to think on it. "Hmmm, no."
"Why not?" Regina whines, something almost childish in her tone.
"Because I don't want you to touch yourself yet. You haven't answered all my questions yet."
"I'll answer them, I swear I will, just let me-god, even a finger. Please," Regina begs and Emma can feel her insides clench at this, at the desperation in Regina's voice. She wants to hear Regina fuck herself but not yet. No, drawing out the tension is delicious.
"And will you be able to think with that finger inside you? Do you think you'll be able to answer my questions?"
"Yes. I will."
"I don't think so pet," Emma negates coldly. "So you will wait until I tell you too."
"Mistre-"
"Do I hear complaining?"
"No, mistress, but I-"
"I don't care. I make the rules and you follow them, am I clear?" Emma growls, low and menacing and Regina gives a little whimper of acquiescence. It has Emma's stomach flipping.
"Did you like it when I slapped you yesterday?"
"Yes. I did," and Emma can pick up impatience in Regina's voice at the slow pace. Emma has to hold back a cackle at the power she has over the mayor. The woman probably isn't used to being denied things. "I liked it."
"Are you saying this only because you want me to reward you?"
"No, mistress. I'm not. I liked it. I like it when you slap me. Especially when you slap my cunt," Regina breathes out.
"Well, well," Emma chuckled dirty. "Aren't you a naughty little girl. For that you may take off your underwear."
Emma thinks she can hear a low thank god as Regina gets to shuffling her underwear off.
"How wet are you?"
"Drenched," Regina answers earnestly.
"I want you to spread your cunt for me so I can hear how drenched you are."
"Uh-ah," Regina barely makes out syllables as she does as asked, gliding her fingers so that she can part her labia, happy to finally touch herself properly. Emma can hear the wetness of her folds parting from the other end and her pussy throbs in arousal. Her jeans feel too tight. This bathroom feels too small. Her hand is sweaty on the phone and she switches hands, wiping them on her pants.
"I bet your sopping pussy is just hungry and aching for my fingers."
"Yes," Regina hisses out, barely heard.
"I want you to slide one finger into yourself, very, very slowly. I want you to imagine it's me doing that to you."
There is a low drawn out moan when Regina complies with the demand. "How does it feel?"
"So good. And I'm so hot and tight around your finger."
Emma swallows deeply here, her voice almost a croak. "Slide another finger in. But keep going slowly."
Another moan. "Mistress," drops from the mayor's lips. "I wish you were here."
Emma wishes she was too. She would do anything to see Regina cumming. The mayor always was a pretty sight. But her imagination will have to suffice. Pictures of Regina with her dress rucked up above her hips, legs spread and eyes closed as she slowly and tortuously plunges into herself sitting hot in Emma's nether regions. She pops open the top button of her jeans needing relief.
"I am here. I'm on the phone and I won't leave you. Push three fingers inside."
Little moans and groans were exiting Regina's lips steadily. "Remember to be quiet," Emma chided, "or else everyone else will hear you. Or maybe that's what you want?"
Emma could hear the wet noises increase as Regina's hand tempo speed up. She should reprimand Regina for that, but she couldn't find it in her to do so. She was having too much fun teasing her.
"What would the guests think if they knew what their esteemed," this said mockingly, "mayor was truly doing upstairs. If they knew she was fucking herself to my voice."
"Oh god," Regina groaned out and the faint squeaking noise of a rocking bed could be heard as she impaled herself harder onto her fingers.
The blood was rushing through Emma's ears and she could feel the pinpricks of sweat down her back. Somehow she had shimmied her pants downwards and one hand was already in her panties, circling her clit. She was so wet she wouldn't need much foreplay.
"What do you think they would do if they knew what a slut you were for me. How you spread you legs on my command," Emma said steadily even as her eyes fluttered closed, fingers tapping her clit and sending a wave of pleasure down her spine.
"Mistress...more...please," Regina gasped out, long forgetting she had to be quiet.
Emma knew what Regina was asking for. "You may use your other hand to touch yourself," she breathed out through her nose as she pinned the phone to her ear with her shoulder and pressed her back against the wall as her legs shook. Fingers slid in and out of herself quickly. She needed to get off and now.
A garbled yet joyful response came from Regina at the addition of her new hand. Emma could only imagine the mayor was rubbing her folds frantically with one hand while impaling herself with her other. The phone must have been pressed up against her shoulder as well because she sounded a lot louder now.
"I bet they can hear you right now. Hear your filthy little moans. And they'll know what a freak you are, fucking yourself with wild abandon."
"Cum-c-cum, I'm going to..." Regina heaved out, her ragged breathing so loud in Emma's ear.
"Don't you dare," Emma hissed out as she felt her own orgasm approach.
"I need...I need," and the mayor made a small noise in the back of her throat like she was dying from lack of orgasm.
"No, you don't get to until I tell you," Emma huffed out in one low command.
"Please!" a keen- if no one had heard Regina up till now, they certainly would have with that.
Slightly conscience of the fact that Regina might actually get caught, Emma let her have her orgasm. "Come for me."
No sooner were the words out her mouth than Regina came with a muffled scream. Emma followed soon after, grabbing onto the sink for support as her legs shook and she exhaled heavily through her nose, gasping for air.
As the air slowly returned to her lungs she jerked her hand free, trying to guide Regina through the rest of this impromptu phone sex session. "Tell me, how did it feel to cum in a house full of people right below you. How did it feel doing something so dirty without them knowing."
It takes a while for Regina's breathing to even out. "I think I drenched my sheets," she admits with a hint of burgeoning shame.
That comment threatens to reignite Emma's arousal again so she lets out two even breaths to calm herself down. She's still light and tingly from her orgasm. "Too bad I wasn't there. I would have lapped all of that up, every last drop."
"Fuck," Regina manages out between gritted teeth. "Fuck," she grits out again as Emma can hear the bed begin to rock once more.
"Hmmm, pet, are you trying to go for round two? Who said you could," Emma's voice is low and dangerous and full of thick want despite having sought and received relief not too long ago.
Regina groans out in dismay but the rocking doesn't stop. "It isn't fair for you to say such things to get me hot and bothered."
Emma tsks playfully. "What kind of host would you be if you spent the whole event upstairs masturbating like some sexual deviant?"
Regina's only response is for her breathing to get heavier again.
"Pet, are you touching yourself again? And without my permission?"
But then there's a knock on the door. "Fuck," Regina swears out for a different reason and there are some scratching noises and then a huge thud as the phone falls off the bed.
"Regina?" comes a masculine voice and the creak of the bed indicates her getting up.
"I'm coming," she calls out to her guest, voice surprisingly steady for someone who'd come like the world had ended.
Oh, you certainly were ten seconds ago, Emma thinks to herself but smartly remains silent on her end. She's eavesdropping but she can't end the call without saying goodbye to Regina; it would feel wrong.
The door opens. "Regina-what's, what's wrong? You look all flushed and sweaty. Are you not feeling well?"
"Y-yes, I- my stomach hurt so I decided to go lie down for a bit."
"It must be a pretty bad stomach ache. I heard you moaning from downstairs."
Emma's heart stills in tandem with Regina's. Shit, was Regina going to get caught?
"Did-did anyone else hear this?" And Regina's tone is cold, subdued. She's hiding her panic well.
"Only me, I think. I was dawdling by the stairs, hoping you'd come down and getting worried when you didn't."
"How long was I gone?"
"About half an hour. The councilman wanted to talk to you about those tax reforms. Shall I tell him you're not feeling well?"
"I should be okay. The worst of the pains have passed. But if you don't mind getting me some pain medication and water and I'll take this time to freshen up."
"Of course," Robin says warmly and voice full of concern. He sounds so invested in Regina's life and well-being. So why does she cheat on him?
"Thank you." And there is the slam of the door before Emma picks up the click of Regina's heels through the phone. Regina picks up the phone, sighing softly into it. "Miss Swan, you are utterly unprofessional."
Emma smiles. "But you like me this way." And then hangs up before Regina can say anymore. Emma sets the phone down and rakes a hand through her hair. She looks fevered and she takes a moment to wash her hands and her face with cool water. Oddly enough she feels better about her work standing with Regina even though they didn't have an authorized play session.
Emma takes some time to make herself more composed before she leaves the bathroom, knocking on her boss's door before coming in.
"I hope you washed your hands," Ursula said casually, tapping his cigarette into an ash tray to get rid of the ash as he continues typing on his computer.
Emma freezes. Did he...did he hear her? But how? She's really quiet when she comes. "I uh...what?" Emma tries to play innocent which only lends to him snorting in amusement. "Don't play pretend. No one talks that long on the phone anymore unless it's phone sex."
Emma flushes deep red. She wouldn't be surprised if steam was rising from her head. "It-it wasn't!"
Ursula shoots her a look and Emma gives up trying to protect her dignity. "I did it as a favor to smooth things over." There's no rule against throwing in freebies. In fact, it's great advertising for getting the customer to come back.
Ursula says nothing to that just holds out his hand for his phone. Emma hands it over and then bolts out of the office.
This time when she comes home she's too embarrassed at being caught by her boss to touch herself to the recollection of Regina's erotic voice in the throes of ecstasy.