As soon as she shoved open the heavy door to exit her office, Regina let out an exasperated groan. After countless hours in meetings where she had spent most of her time arguing with men who thought they knew everything, she couldn't take another moment of feeling so out of control.
Remembering that Henry was having dinner with his grandparents, something dark washed over Regina. She knew of only one way to alleviate all this pent-up frustration. She quickly tugged her phone out of her purse and scrolled hurriedly through her contacts list.
Miss Swan, be at my house at 5:30.
She hit send without a second thought, knowing any potential backlash to this plan would have to be dealt with when she could think rationally. Right now, she needed a release. And she knew exactly how she wanted to get it.
Her phone chimed almost immediately. She glanced down at the screen before slamming the door of her Mercedes shut.
Okay, on my way. Is everything okay?
Just do as I ask. I don't have time for questions. 5:30. Don't keep me waiting.
Regina raced through the streets of Storybrooke, cursing angrily and becoming far too comfortable with her car horn. She whipped into the driveway and couldn't suppress the soft smirk that swept over her lips when she spotted Emma pacing back and forth at the doorway, her boots dragging.
Emma saw Regina pulling in and ran over to the car as Regina climbed out, doing a poor job at hiding the frantic panic on her face.
"Are you okay? Why did you need me to rush over?"
Regina brushed past her, her stilettos clicking against the driveway. Emma followed her up to the front steps, eyes wide as her mind tried to calm itself.
"Did you tell anyone you were coming?"
Emma's brows furrowed, and she cocked her head. "What? No, I was patrolling and headed right over when I got your text. Is everyone okay?"
"Good," Regina said flatly, ignoring Emma's question. "Come inside," she ushered Emma in as she swung the white front door wide open and slipped inside. "I've had a dreadful day."
Emma raised an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side slightly as walked through the foyer. Instinctively, she began to advance toward the living room, but the feel of Regina's hand grabbing a hold of hers and tugging her toward the staircase stopped her in her tracks. When she locked eyes with Regina and saw the dark glimmer in her eyes, Emma felt an all-too-familiar tightening in her stomach.
"What's going on, Regina?" Emma muttered as they reached the top of the landing.
Regina didn't answer. Instead, she just looked directly into Emma's eyes before flicking her gaze down and slowly taking in the sight of Emma standing before her, clad in her usual attire of jeans and a white tank top. This time, with a navy leather jacket.
Emma swallowed as she felt the heat of Regina's gaze burning into her, her lips suddenly parting. As she became increasingly aware of her own racing heartbeat, she sunk her teeth down into her bottom lip.
Regina kicked off her stilettos, standing in front of Emma now in just her black dress that emphasized her curves and made Emma's fingers ache with a need to reach out and touch.
"Regina?" Emma whispered, still uncertain what was happening but not daring to move.
Without another thought, Regina pushed Emma flat against the hallway wall and sought out her lips. A shiver shot down Emma's spine, and all her inhibitions dulled as she deepened their kiss. She'd been dreaming of what Regina's lips would taste like for months. Now that she finally had a taste, she was hungry for more.
"Is this okay?" Regina whispered, gasping for air as she kept a tight grip on Emma's shoulder blades – her manicured nails biting deep into her skin in a way that would surely leave a mark tomorrow. "I—I need this."
Emma didn't bother to answer. She thought that if she tried, she'd only laugh at just how okay this was. She responded, instead, by lifting Regina up and pressing her up against the wall where Regina had her pinned moments ago. Regina's black dress bunched up at her hips and Emma snaked one hand around her petite frame to unzip the back of it, allowing the material to fall over her shoulders.
Emma leaned in, but turned her head to press her lips to her neck. Bringing her voice to a whisper, she smiled against her ear. "Did you seriously think you could spend months walking around like you owned this town and assume I wouldn't eventually fuck you right here against this wall?"
"I'll take that as a yes," Regina said, her voice deep and raspy. She didn't bother to remind Emma that she did, in fact, own this town. Not now. Not when she was so desperate for more.
"Kiss me, Miss Swan. I don't like to be kept waiting."
Emma didn't dare to disobey. Her desire completely washed over her and their lips collided together with a soft moan.
Both women were so utterly consumed with the delicacy and hunger of their lips and tongues melting together, Regina barely noticed when Emma took a few steps toward her bedroom. When her bare feet hit the ground, what remained of her dress fell to the floor. Not minding being so exposed and on display to Emma, Regina smirked and pressed her hands into her hips. "Take off your clothes. Get on the bed."
Emma wouldn't admit out loud how many times she'd imagined this moment. But even her wildest dreams couldn't have prepared her for the coursing heat that washed over her as she heard Regina's commands. She couldn't blink, could barely speak. Instead, she quickly unbuttoned her jeans and wiggled her way out of them and then shoved her jacket off.
When she looked up, she admired the way Regina's accentuated curves were on display as she rummaged through her nightstand hurriedly. Once Regina located what she needed, she looked up at Emma.
"Why aren't you on the bed?" Her tone was sharp and Emma stumbled over a few steps, reaching for the hem of her tank top. Regina caught her by the wrist – halting her in her track. "I'll do it."
Emma wanted to laugh, but she knew better. She'd seen Regina in a foul mood on enough occasions to know not to piss her off further. But this was different. Regina seemed more eager and elated than angry.
With Emma's clothes gone, she pushed Regina backward until they both tumbled onto the bed.
"This better, Madam Mayor?" Emma's tone was playful, but Regina didn't bother to answer.
"I've had a terrible day at work. So I need you to keep that stupid mouth of yours shut and let me fuck you until I feel better. Are we clear, Miss Swan?"
Emma swallowed, her voice caught somewhere deep in her throat. Instead, she nodded quickly, a little more eager than she'd care to admit. But her cunt was practically throbbing and she unashamedly wanted nothing more than Regina's hands on her.
"I asked a question. Are we clear?"
Nodding, Emma reached for Regina's hand and tugged it between her thighs. When Regina was met with the warmth of arousal pooling out of Emma and onto the fabric of her panties, Regina let out a harsh laugh. Emma bit her lip, her breath hitching at the slight contact. "Is this a good enough answer for you?"
Regina smirked. "If all it took to get you soaked like that were a few harsh words, I'd love to know exactly how you tended to yourself after all those little quarrels we've had." She laughed, and just the sound of it made Emma squirm.
Emma rolled her eyes, but Regina didn't see it. She was too busy hooking her fingertips under the hem of ruined panties and sliding them down over Emma's toned legs. Lifting her hips, Emma ran fidgety fingers through her hair to try and calm the anticipation that was threatening to destroy her nearly as much as she knew Regina was about to.
Regina quickly unclasped her own bra and let it fall to the floor in one swift motion, black panties following suit. Emma's eyes remained fixed on the fullness of her breasts – she practically squirmed with the need to reach out and touch.
"Can I touch you?" Emma's voice sounded unrecognizable as it passed her lips.
But Regina shook her head and relished in the way Emma's disappointment washed over her – she squirmed against the bedsheets, her skin flushed. Regina climbed over Emma's naked body, taking her time as she reached for something on the nightstand. When Emma felt the friction of thick rope lacing intricately around her wrists, Emma exhaled sharply.
"Is this okay?" Regina asked, checking in once again as she finished binding her wrists to the headboard with ease. Emma's throat felt thick, and when she opened her mouth, all that came out was a stifled moan that did little to hide her desire for anything Regina was willing to give her.
Instead, Emma nodded eagerly with rapt attention. She tried to memorize every inch of Regina's bare body, from the sharp cut of her jawline to the intricate curve of her breasts.
As Regina crawled back over her, she took her time hovering her body directly over Emma. Taunting her. She dropped down another inch until the warmth of Emma's soft skin brushed against hers. She moaned at the sensation and the way her own cunt ached as she captured Emma's lips with her own once more.
Emma's eyes felt glossy, as if tears of relief were threatening to spill, and they fluttered shut. Regina's tongue swept over her own in tandem with two fingers brushing over her soaked cunt.
"Fuck—" Emma nearly choked but Regina grabbed her by the jaw to steady her. She brought her coated fingertips to Emma's mouth, tracing her lips. Not a moment later, Regina swept her tongue over her bottom lip to get a proper taste.
"God, you taste good. I don't think I'll ever be able to get enough of you."
The way Emma's hips bucked up at Regina's words only made Regina laugh as Emma fought against the force of the restraints.
"Someone's eager to be fucked, I see." Regina's husky voice and mocking tone only made Emma feel more desperate.
"Fuck, Regina," Emma moaned as Regina took her time trailing featherlight kisses over Emma's jawline, then down her sensitive neck and pronounced collarbones.
Emma squirmed again as Regina's soft kisses turned into warm, hard ones. She continued her descent down over her hipbones, slowly making her way to Emma's thighs and surely leaving marks behind in her trail.
As soon as Emma felt Regina's tormenting lips and tongue brush daringly close to her cunt, she let out an eager moan and her hips lifted off the bed in attempt to guide Regina's mouth to the spot she needed it most.
"Patience," Regina snapped. She pressed a hand into Emma's hips to pin her in place. She moved to continue her teasing on the other thigh, and Emma felt her entire core pulsating with nothing but pure need.
"Please, Regina. Please. I need to fuck you."
Regina's mouth pulled away from Emma so quickly, Emma let out a contended, pleading groan of defeat.
"Let me make one thing clear, Miss Swan. I will be fucking you. When I want, how I want. Do you understand me?"
Emma nodded, but felt hot needy tears threatening to escape again.
But seeing Emma so full of want and anticipation made Regina smirk again as her eyes grew darker. She climbed up and kissed Emma with more force than before, it nearly muffled the sounds of Emma's cries and loud moans as she slipped one finger inside of her needy, soaked cunt.
"Good girl, so wet for me. Just what I needed."
Emma thrashed her head back into the pillow as she ached for Regina to add a finger or increase her devilishly-slow pace.
"Uh uh," Regina whispered. "We're going to play a game. Can you follow directions, Miss Swan?"
Emma nodded quickly, but continued writhing, arching her back for more.
"None of that, dear. I'll make the rules of this game nice and easy." She slipped the one finger out and reached to the nightstand to grab a small vibrator and bit her bottom lip as she saw the hunger in Emma's eyes.
Regina slipped her long middle finger inside of Emma again, curling it up slightly, then clicked on the vibrator. The low hum echoed through the room and Regina's own arousal dripped onto the sheets, but she didn't dare let Emma know that yet.
"The rules of the game are quite simple: every time you feel this vibrator brush horizontally against your clit, you're going to clench tight around my finger," Regina paused and Emma nodded. "If you don't…" She paused. "Well– you won't be pleased with the result. Understood?"
Emma nodded and sighed, her hips still twitching with anticipation.
"Use your words, Miss Swan."
Emma opened her mouth and the words choked out of her, "Yes, I understand. Please." A stray tear finally slipped down her cheek. Regina quickly kissed it off of her cheek and then locked eyes with her, pushing another slim finger deep inside of Emma. Part of her wanted nothing more than to cut the antics. To forget about the game. To just fuck her mercilessly under Emma came over and over again all over her hand until she couldn't take any more. But she exercised control, knowing she had all night. Instead, she kept her fingers still.
Circling Emma's clit as lightly as possible, Regina watched Emma's body tremble. When she changed the direction and swept it horizontally, she nearly came just from the feel of Emma's cunt tightening to clench around her fingers. She squeezed her thighs shut and continued.
The sensation of the vibrator and her cunt clenching around Regina's fingers had Emma climbing dangerously close to her orgasm as everything began to overwhelm her senses — Regina on top of her, Regina inside her, the rope digging into her raw skin, the sight of the woman she never thought she'd be able to experience like this. It was all too much to handle. She got so caught up in it all, and when Regina circled the vibrator over her clit once more, she missed her cue to clench against Regina's fingers.
Regina's eyes narrowed, and she yanked her fingers out of Emma and tugged the vibrator away immediately.
Emma cried out, but when she locked eyes with Regina and saw the look of fury in her eyes, her vision grew cloudy as adrenaline pounded through her.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she began. "Please."
"I gave you one simple order. Do not defy me again, Miss Swan. I have no patience for your disobedience. I'm here to fuck you and you can't even follow simple instructions, it seems."
"No, no. Please. I swear, I'll do what you say. Please, Regina. Fuck me."
"Mm greedy now, aren't we? Moments ago, you were begging to fuck me and now you're so fucking desperate for me to fuck you properly that you've managed to soak my bedsheets."
Emma threw her head back, Regina's harsh tone echoing in her ears. She never realized how much of an impact Regina's words could have on her body. Squeezing her eyes shut to stop the tears, she groaned and writhed.
But when she started to open her eyes again, she was pummeled with the overwhelming feeling once again as the vibrator made contact with her clit. This time, Regina's fingers slowly pumped in and out of her, corkscrewing and matching the rhythm of the vibrator's slow, torturous movements.
Emma's orgasm was dangerously close to consuming her completely, and, this time, when she missed her cue to clench around Regina's fingers it was purely out of her inability to control any aspect of her body. It ached for release. It begged for more. When Emma felt the vibrator shut off altogether, she whined and sought out Regina's gaze. But the darkness in her eyes made Emma gasp. She thought, for a moment, that Regina was going to hit her in rage. But she wasn't sure whether that thought petrified her or just made her ache for more..
"No, no. I'm sorry. I can't help it! I want you, Regina. I need to come."
The tears streaming down Emma's cheeks as her whole body writhed and threatened to rip at the restraints made Regina smile in amusement.
Emma opened her mouth to plead again, but Regina buried her head deep between Emma's soaked thighs, lapping up every drop of her arousal that coated her entire cunt.
Emma shivered at the sensation of Regina's tongue circling her clit. She quickly felt her orgasm drawing near once again.
"Regina, fuck. I need you."
To Emma's delight, Regina didn't hesitate as she pushed three fingers deep inside of Emma's needy cunt with ease. She fucked her hard and quick in tandem with Emma's moans and cries, her entire body trembling as her orgasm finally washed over her in full force. It felt like she was coming for hours, her body and Regina both refusing to ease up.
Only when Emma finally cried out that she couldn't take any more did Regina slow her pace. She moved her lips to press kisses to Emma's thighs as she watched Emma's labored breathing begin to slow.
As Regina climbed over her and unfastened the tight knots on her wrists, Emma sighed with a contented smile. Regina pressed a kiss to the insides of her tender wrists and massaged them for a moment before she heard Emma whisper. "Regina?"
"Mm?" Regina wiggled her body and settled her weight down over Emma.
"I– can I please fuck you?"
With a soft smirk, Regina captured Emma's mouth again. She nodded with a soft smile.
Before Regina could give an audible answer, Emma snaked her hand between their bodies, eager to seek out the warmth of Regina's cunt. Her fingertips swept up over the velvet feel of Regina's thigh.
Her fingertip brushed past soaked folds and Emma moaned in tandem with Regina, in delight of how excruciatingly soaked she was – all for her.
Emma's green eyes bore into Regina's dark orbs before she slipped two fingers deep inside of Regina and curled them up, fucking her slowly. Regina's deep moans filled the room, overwhelming Emma as she pulled Regina in closer until their lips collided once more.
She could tell Regina needed more, and she generously pushed a third finger inside of her and added pressure against her clit with her thumb.
Regina came undone feverishly – moaning loudly and unabashedly against Emma's mouth and soaking Emma's hands with slick arousal. Emma didn't dare to slow her pace, and she certainly didn't dare to take her eyes off of her. She wanted to commit this sight to memory. To always remember the sounds Regina made and the way her body reacted to Emma's touch.
With her head tilted back and her body still shaking, Regina reached a hand down to catch Emma by the wrist. When Emma caught her gaze, she couldn't help but smile at the way she looked softer somehow. Her cheeks were pink and her forehead glistened, and all she could do was smile back at Emma.
"You look so fucking beautiful," Emma whispered, wrapping her arm around Regina and pulling her down to kiss her.
Moments later, Regina's breathing steadied and she rolled off of Emma and, instead, pulled Emma flush up against her chest, draping her arms loosely over her abdomen.
"Do you feel better?" Emma asked.
"Much." Regina's voice was light and sweet and Emma lost her breath.
"Is it selfish to say I hope you have more bad days at work? Because now that I've had you once, I can safely say I'm addicted."
Regina's laugh came from deep in her throat, sending chills down Emma's spine again. "You're an idiot, now shut up and let me enjoy this moment."
They closed their eyes and basked into the silence of the evening before they'd have to face reality once again.
