Weakness
Rating M. Warnings: Underage but consensual sex.
Principal Regina Mills is looking at the scheduling chart that she needs to finish today. Having more than one sick teacher in the same week is the worst. Add to that the fact that the school troublemaker Emma Swan is on her 'best' behavior, and you have yourself a disaster.
And Regina hates disasters.
An idea about how to arrange the classes strikes her when there is a knock on the door.
"Fuck," she curses under her breath and then says with higher voice, "Come in."
The door open and reveals Emma Swan wearing her usual attire – a black rapper's hat with the peak at the back, a black leather jacket with a loose shirt underneath, low waist boyfriend jeans with a black leather belt. And...wait. What's that?
"You called for me, Ms. Mills." Emma says, after giving her enough time to take in what she has just seen.
"Um..." Regina blinks and tears her eyes from the girl's crotch. "It is not appropriate to..." She feels a wave of heat washing over her. "Um...display such behavior on school grounds." Her eyes avoid the younger woman.
"What. Kind. Of. Behavior?" Emma says, taking a step towards the principal with each word. Finally, she is just two steps away from the desk and sees Regina's gaze on her crotch.
The older woman straightens her pose and leans backwards, trying to play it cool.
"I think it's for the best if you leave this school," she says after clearing her throat.
"Seriously?" Emma raises an eyebrow and goes around the desk, grabs the chair and spins it around until she is face to face with the principal.
"Yes." Regina says, focusing in the eyes before her.
"Well, I feel like you need to be convinced." Emma suggests.
"There is no wa..." A rough pull away from the chair cuts Regina's words off.
Emma spins Regina around and throws her against her own desk. A bunch of papers, along with the monitor, are falling on the floor.
"What the..."
Before Regina has time to protest, her face is shoved on the wooden surface, effectively silencing her.
"Did anyone tell you that you talk too much?"
It's more of a stating the obvious that anything else and Regina curses her body for letting her arousal drip down her thigh. She also regrets putting on a dress without panties today.
Emma drags her nails over the inner thighs of the principal, enjoying the squirm she gets as a respond.
It has always been so fucking hot to see this naturally uptight control freak losing herself so much just because of nail marks on her skin. She doesn't think of this as punishment for punishing people. No. She loves it. She fucking loves every second of it and it isn't for her pride she would beg.
But she never begs. Not ever.
She yanks the navy blue dress up Regina's ass, revealing nothing but smooth shaven skin. Was she expecting something like this to happen? Quite possibly.
The thing that nearly short-circuits Emma's brain is the amount of wetness dripping down Regina's core. She has always been wet, but this is just...
"Fuck," Regina hears from behind her and wonders, briefly, what is so surprising?
Emma runs a single finger up and down the slit, smearing the arousal all over the place.
"Nice and wet, ready to take it. And all of this is for me." She says, trying to sound not so affected by the sight before her green eyes.
The next thing Regina feels is a thumb brushing over her clit. And then circles. Those damn circles that drive her crazy, almost to the point of her begging for orgasm. But almost is the key word.
In this strange game they have been playing ever since Emma was transferred into Regina's school, the principal has never allowed a moment of weakness. She has been maintaining her status of HBIC and no one would take that from her; certainly not Emma Swan.
But then she hears the sound of a zipper pulling down and she gulps. Not with fear... Well, maybe a little. But mostly because with excitement. She is letting this eighteen year old girl, who has struggles with finishing high school, manhandle her like that. Why? Simply because everyone else is too chicken to even think about it. And of course, all this young flesh at her disposal is certainly an asset.
Her heart races, waiting, expecting the unknown. She tenses, trying to hear anything other than her own heartbeat in her ears.
"There it is."
Then she feels it. The rough thrust, all the way in. The thrust with a strap-on that nearly knocks the air out of her lungs.
Emma doesn't still. She doesn't give her the time to adjust. No. She pulls out, leaving just the tip in and then slams back in, and again and again, creating a steady rhythm with long, hard thrusts that will bring Regina to the edge in record time.
The increasing wetness that helps the strap-on to slide in and out doesn't help Regina at all. On the contrary. It proves how weak she can be.
"So fucking wet," the woman behind her growls.
Emma becomes even more confident and cocky than she already is.
She slaps the butt before her, sending jolts of arousal down to Regina's core and eliciting muffled moans from the woman underneath.
Muffled, because Regina is biting her lip. She can't afford to be vocal in her own office.
"That butt was just begging me to do it."
The rough material of the jeans bruises her tender flesh with each thrust in, but it also brings her closer to the peak.
She almost lose it all when Emma grabs a fist full of hair and pulls it back, straining her neck backwards. The pain is something Regina has gotten used to since this thing with Emma started.
But she definitely loses all control when Emma snakes a finger to her clit. It is barely touched when Regina comes all over the fake cock and the jeans with choked gasp, the evidence of her weakness making a huge wet spot on the light denim.
Emma pulls out abruptly and smiles at the still shaking woman. Looking down at her strap-on and jeans she curses, pretending to be angry, "Fuck, you ruined my favorites."
Without a single word she puts the cock back into its place and zips her pants.
She leaves Regina alone with her shame, if that exists, but not before throwing one last line over her back.
"I'll send you the bill for the damage."
Because Emma Swan loves to play with Regina Mills' weakness.