A/N: Hello my dears. Here's Chapter 12 for you. You're going to need to take a cold shower after this, it's steamy.
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CHAPTER 12
Regina frowned when she saw Emma beginning to tremble lightly. "Are you afraid, my pet? Cold?"
"Excited, Your Majesty."
The brunette grinned, "Lovely." She released her grip on Emma's long golden hair, "Now, what would you like to begin with?"
She took a deep breath, "I…" she paused, "I need to feel your wrath, My Queen. Don't hold back. I want you to use me. Make me feel like nothing more than your slut." There was a short silence, and the younger woman continued. "Please, Your Majesty. I need this."
Her clothes disappeared in a puff of purple smoke.
She hissed as a riding crop struck her ass, the bite of the crop stinging her flesh. "Fuck," she breathed.
A dark chuckle came from behind her. Regina's heels clicked as she circled her submissive, stopping in front of her. "Quiet." She clutched Emma's chin tightly, forcing her head up to meet her eyes. "Lay back and spread your legs."
Regina smirked, licking her lips as Emma complied. Her dark eyes flickered down to the blonde's glistening pussy, then back up to her face. "Look at you," she broke into a sinister grin, "You're soaked and Í've barely even touched you."
Emma gasped as Regina dragged her to her feet by her hair and bent her over slightly, pressing her front against a wall. She shivered, "Wh-What are you going to do to me?"
Regina sunk her teeth into the soft skin between the blonde's neck and shoulder. She gripped Emma's hips, nails digging into her skin. "Listen carefully bitch," she snarled near her ear, "I told you to be quiet. If I hear one more peep out of you, you will pay dearly. Understood?"
Emma nodded her head, fighting back a smile. This is awesome.
"However," Regina continued, "Your moans and screams are more than welcome." She smiled, whispering harshly in Emma's ear. "And you will scream. Now, spread those legs for me."
The blonde shuddered as she obeyed, feeling her arousal trickle down her inner thigh. She resisted the urge to speak, wanting to demand that Regina touch her already.
Regina brushed her finger across her girlfriend's inner thigh, the arousal coating her finger. "Don't move." She dragged it up to the blonde's soaked pussy, taking the finger away as soon as Emma moved her hips.
The younger woman gritted her teeth. Shit!
Regina's hand smacked down on Emma's ass. "I told you not to move." She flicked Emma's temple, "Here I thought even a stupid little slut could follow basic commands."
Emma was taken aback when she was abruptly whirled around, her back now against the wall. She found herself staring into Regina's dark eyes. Suddenly feeling exposed in front of the still fully clothed queen, she averted her gaze.
"You know," Regina hissed, "I think I finally realized why that dwarf said those nasty things to you." She approached the blonde slowly, "He's jealous. He wants you...and that makes me furious."
Emma blinked. Seriously? He's jealous?
Regina wrapped a hand around her throat, whispering possessively in the blonde's ear. "I am the only one who gets to touch you. You are my whore," she cupped Emma's dripping pussy, making the blonde cry out, "My fucktoy."
Emma nodded, breathing deeply. She let out a light moan when Regina's palm rubbed against her sensitive clit. "Who do you belong to?" Regina growled.
"You."
The palm rubbing against her clit continued. Regina smirked as her girlfriend's panting grew louder and she began to sweat. Without warning, the brunette slammed two fingers inside her. "You. Are. My. Plaything." she snarled, punctuating each word with a thrust of her fingers.
Emma licked her dry lips, whimpering. Yes! Oh God...yes yes yes yes! So close.
Feeling the blonde's pussy clench around her fingers, Regina sneered. "Come for me. You are useless to me unless you come. That's all you're good for."
Emma moaned, clutching at the brunette's gown. Oh shit!
Regina grinned and whispered in the blonde's ear, "Come for Your Queen."
Emma let out a small scream, slamming her eyes closed as she came. Her hips rocked against her girlfriend's hand, her mouth dry. Her entire body shook, her muscles feeling weak.
Regina kissed her girlfriend as she came down from the high of her orgasam. "Yes," she hissed, "Such a good whore."
The younger woman felt herself being pushed down on her hands and knees. The floor was cool against her heated, sweat-coated skin. She drew in a deep, shaking breath, looking up at Regina as she circled her submissive once more.
The brunette stopped in front of her. "Oh, did you think we were done? No, this isn't over quite yet."
Emma smiled. Hell yeah!
"Lay back on the rug and show me your pussy." The blonde paused, causing Regina to bark. "I won't ask again, slut."
Emma obeyed, walking to the soft white rug and laying down on her back. She spread her legs wide, placing her hands on her knees. She prayed that Regina wasn't planning to inflict any kind of torture on her still sensitive clit. But a part of her also hoped she would.
Regina walked over, grabbing the nearby riding crop. She tapped it against her palm. "Stay still." She brought the crop down on Emma's clit, causing the blonde to cry out.
The pain and pleasure mixed, sending shivers down her spine. "M-More."
Regina grinned, "'Mmm, do you like that?"
"Yes."
"If you want more, then you have to ask properly."
Emma sighed, "Please give me more, Your Majesty."
Regina struck her clit again with the crop, watching as Emma shuddered. She raised a brow, "Oh...do you want to come again?"
Emma nodded, tears welling in her eyes. The pain and pleasure was reaching its peak. "P-Please." She screamed as the crop continued hitting her clit, "Please please please let me come!"
"Who owns you?"
Through her haze of desire, Emma was barely able to think of the answer. "Y-You."
"You're my whore, aren't you?"
Emma moaned as she bucked against the air, desperate for release. "Yes Your Majesty. I'm your whore. Your toy. Your nasty slut."
"Good girl. Now come. Come for Your Queen."
Emma screamed as another orgasam ripped through her.