Chapter Summary: Emma and a silicone police baton. Need I say more? This chapter contains sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

Chapter Three

"Do you like it?" Emma inquired, her eyes darting from the smooth blue silicone to her wife's inquisitive astonishment. After all that the former Evil Queen had been through and seen, not a whole lot surprised her, but this… this put a dazed and interested expression on that gorgeous face, her eyes agog, her lips apart and blooming into a slow smile. "I conjured it myself. Navy blue. A color that looks good on you and in you."

It was different than a real regulation police baton in that it was slightly smaller in size and it had an unusual bulbed tip on the end resembling it to a dildo. It took Regina's breath away to think about what Emma would do with it.

Emma held the handle jutting out from the side and ran the baton's smooth broad tip slowly down the middle of Regina's back, slipped it under the black skirt, and ran it along the lower cleft of her bottom. Then the head invaded between Regina's legs and her body shivered in response as the shaft brushed up against her slick spot through her underwear.

At Regina's panting, Emma pressed her excited breasts into her wife's back and whispered over her shoulder, "I bet you can't wait to feel my fuck-stick slip inside you, can you?" Lightly kicking at Regina's ankles, the Sheriff ordered, "Spread 'em. Hands against the wall."

When the Mayor had complied and assumed the position, Emma stood at Regina's side and continued to rub the shaft of the stick enticingly against her underwear. Lowering her hand, the Sheriff palmed the head of the stick and made Regina watch as it moved easily through Emma's fist while the long shaft slid against Regina's heat. The sight was inciting a passionate response from Regina who felt as if she would soon loose control of her senses.

"Your panties aren't doing the job of keeping your juices in, I'm afraid. My baton is wet with you, babe."

A moan generated from Regina as Emma held the silicone up to her lips and swiped her tongue up along the side of the shaft tasting Regina. "Mmm… You make me hungry, My Queen. And you know how I feel about things I find delicious. I can never get enough."

Emma slipped the baton into her belt and ducked under one of Regina's outstretched arms and leaned back against the wall between her wife's splayed hands flirtatiously just eyeing the brunette's topless body. "Maybe I'll eat you before I fuck you." Emma glided the tip of her tongue over Regina's bottom lip before thrusting it into Regina's groaning mouth. When she had her fill, Emma tugged on Regina's dark hair, pulling her head back to ravage her neck. "Are you ready to pay your fine?"

The Sheriff was deeply pleased to receive only a lust emphatic nod from the Mayor as her hands cradled the undersides of Regina's warm swells of flesh with their thick taut nipples jutting outward begging for her tongue and teeth. Pushing the mounds firmly together, Emma lavished them with broad licks before catching each nipple between her teeth. Regina whimpered at the pain, but Emma would immediately soothe the ache away by closing her lips around them and suckling them in her warm mouth.

"Emma…" Regina sobbed and dug her nails into the skin of Emma's shoulders.

"Shhh… Madame Mayor…," Emma calmed, nipping at Regina's mouth and playing a chase and retreat game with her wife's tongue. "I'm going to make you feel so good and then I am going to take care of you, My Queen. Make passionate love to you and then hold you all night as you sleep off the exhaustion of all your orgasms. But first…" The raspy sound of Regina's metallic zipper sounded at the back of her skirt, like a school bell commencing recess, and Emma was looking forward to playing. She did not waste time. The blonde hastily hooked her thumbs in the sides of Regina's skirt and panties and dropped them eagerly. The scent of Regina's sex surrounded her.

Wanting her scent even closer, Emma drove her fingers through Regina's soaked folds, bringing shiny fingers up and spreading the essence carelessly across the brunette's mouth and watched as milk chocolate eyes turned to dark chocolate before her.

Emma smiled at her work and held her lips a hair's breath away from the older woman's, sniffed deeply, and sighed with closed eyes. "The smell of you, Regina, wrecks me every time. I can barely concentrate on anyone or anything and all I know is I have to taste you. Fuck." The blonde dabbed her tongue at the corner of Regina's mouth for a sample. "Touch me, babe."

Regina moaned as Emma thoroughly savored her womanly flavor off her lips and as commanded, Regina's fingertips, disappeared into the strip of soft blonde curls. When they met Emma's arousal swollen pussy and the very slick dampness there, Regina sobbed in excitement, "Oh Emma…"

"It's what you do to me, Your Majesty. Every fucking time," the Sheriff uttered against Regina's cheek. "I want your fingers inside me. Now."

"One? Two?"

"With how hot you've made me, I think I could take three, but we'll start with two for now."

Regina leaned in, pinning Emma against the wall, raised one of her wife's legs around her waist with one hand and thrust two fingers of the other as deeply as they would go.

"Oh, yeah…" Emma sighed at the invasion while Regina paid attention to the excitement and approval on the blonde's face. "Rub my clit." A strangled cry escaped Emma's throat when Regina brushed her thumb over her swollen bundle of nerves. "You are such a hot fuck." To give Regina's devoted mouth better access to her neck, Emma tilted her head to the side and enjoyed the feel of tongue kisses just beneath her ear. "You're going to get me off soon, babe." Emma crushed their foreheads together cradling her cheeks and she watched as Regina's mouth opened and tried to kiss her but Emma gave a small grin and retreated just a tad. "You want me to come hard, don't you, My Queen?" Emma knew how Regina viewed her orgasms. "You want this one too, don't you? The satisfaction in knowing that you and only you can make me come so fucking hard."

Regina bit down on her own bottom lip. Oh yeah. That's exactly what she wants.

"Her majesty wants to claim this orgasm all for herself. Maybe I should just not come…" Emma swallowed a gasp as Regina's thumb pressed a little more urgently. "Maybe I should fight you and deny you my orgasm." The fingers that were inside her plowed into her harder and when Emma wanted to laugh out loud to taunt the queen, Regina entered a third finger, slightly curling them all, and Emma could not hold her orgasm back any longer.

With fingers clutching the sides of Regina's head, a tortured bawl was ripped from deep inside the younger wife's chest as the coiling sensation in her loins snapped gloriously, signaling that her peaking point had arrived. Regina only had to lean in slightly to cover her mouth to coax more moaning out of her with a convincing tongue.

As the blonde's body slowed from violent shaking to a light tremor she withdrew Regina's fingers from her quivering channel, leaving her juices to pool between her folds, while the urgent kisses grew more tender.

A moment passed where Emma tried to recollect her wits because the power of her orgasm left her brain slightly muddled. "That… was yours, babe. I came hard all because of you. You must be proud of yourself. I'm certainly proud of My Queen. My Queen. All mine."

Regina knew better than to say anything and Emma ignored the shit-eating grin her wife wore. Regina Swan-Mills was always proud of a job well done, Emma mused, especially when it involved her wife in a sexual capacity. "Up against the wall with you, My Queen, hands up again."

Emma took the handcuffs from her duty belt and slowly cuffed Regina's hands, one at a time, behind her back.

To be continued…