CHAPTER SUMMARY: The last time we saw our favorite duo, Emma had slapped the cuffs (furry handcuffs) on Regina. What, oh WHAT, does our favorite Sheriff have in mind for her wife?
A/N: Aaaaaaand we're moving right along! Hope you all are enjoying this story! Christ in a can, can it get any HOTTER in here? Yes... yes it can. *evil giggle*
As always this story is NSFW, but that stops NO ONE and I appreciate that! Haha! Will Mrs. & Mrs. Swan-Mills have a "happy ending" Christmas? Oh please, this is JuiceCup! Of course they will!
Now let's have some sexy Swan Queen fun!
Chapter Four
"Is that okay? Not too tight?" Emma asked of her wife's cuffed wrists as she turned Regina around to study her countenance and attitude. She could still see Regina's smug smile and Emma was unsure whether she wanted to roll her eyes or kiss it off her face. However, it did seem like Regina was well and fine. "I should have maybe asked if we needed safe words." They had never needed them before, which seemed rather funny considering some of the wild adventurous things they had done in bed.
"No."
Regina's statement was easy and simple, but Emma had to be clear anyway. "No, you don't need a safe word?"
"No, dear."
"Are you sure?"
Regina confidently lifted an eyebrow and said, "Emma darling, if I want you to stop, I'll just blast you across the room, how's that?"
Emma shook her head and half suppressed her laugh at Regina's cheeky grin, "Nothing's ever stopped you from doing it before." The younger woman lazily raked her gaze over her wife's nude form. How very hot and sexy to have Regina restrained, though really, the brunette would make small work out of escaping from a pair of novelty fluffy handcuffs if she needed to.
Hands on hips, the sheriff instructed the brunette to get on her knees. Regina's eyes widened and at Emma's adorable smirk, Regina slowly knelt before her. Regina was curious as to what Emma had in mind. There was no denying the thrill she felt at all the possibilities. Giving Emma pleasure was one of Regina's favorite things to do.
"Do you know that it makes me immensely proud to know that I am probably the only one that can bring the Queen to her knees?" Emma batted her lashes coquettishly and Regina had to bite her cheek to keep from smiling. Absolutely adorable, Emma.
"I enjoy being on my knees with you, Emma. You've made it a rather worthwhile experience… every time."
"Well, this time should be no different then, babe." Emma stood over her, threaded fingers into her dark locks and pulled her head toward her and said, igniting another passionate response from Regina, "Eat me, My Queen."
With a hand she held her labia open and Regina's tongue eagerly darted out to greet the treasure exposed to her as Emma guided Regina's face into her soft curls. Satisfied moans and sighs lilted around them as the older woman's dark head bobbed up and down as she glided up and down Emma's excited slit, lapping at everything with fervent enthusiasm.
"Uh, Regina, so good. Can you feel and taste how much you made me come just now?" Emma spread herself wider and rubbed herself all over the brunette's mouth, nose and chin. "I've got to see this for myself. Hold out your tongue, babe." Emma tugged on a fistful of dark curls and pulled Regina slowly away from her sex as a glistening strand of her essence clung to Regina's tongue, keeping them attached beneath brown eyes that burned with such potent desire. "I wish you could see how fucking hot you look with me smeared all over you."
Without another word, Emma summoned a chair from the dining room impatiently. Once it reached them she propped her foot on it, opening herself more to her wife and forcefully returning Regina's face, burying it against her again. Regina immediately groaned and curled her tongue deeper as Emma fucked her face.
"Regina! Again. Yours," Emma said of her impending climax, "All yours," And Regina grunted in deep satisfaction and brushed her tongue faster over Emma's clit before sucking it into her mouth.
Behind Emma's eyelids, a brilliant flash of kaleidoscope colors erupted and the sheriff climaxed, calling out in supplication for Regina not to stop. The woman on her knees strained against the handcuffs wanting to hold the blonde still and attempted to bury herself even more into her. She felt her young wife's excitement dripping slowly down her chin.
Shuddering from her mighty release, Emma pulled away and bent down weekly to praise her wife's performance, "That's my hot Queen. Goddamn Regina, you are so good at that," and Emma kissed her, enjoying Regina's wet face against hers, lapping her own juices off her wife and becoming even more turned on by the erotic sounds coming from the kneeling queen.
"After how you left me this morning, walking out of my office, teasing me with that luscious ass of yours... I wonder. Do you think you deserve to be fucked now?"
Regina inhaled sharply and stared up at Emma in a daze of her own dizzying arousal. Regina was left on her knees as Emma pulled the chair, positioning it in front of her with the baton out. She perched a heel on the seat's corner and unfurled her dripping center for her love's view, and stroked herself.
"What would you do, My Queen?" Emma straightened and leant forward in a taunting manner, "You'd make me beg for it."
Regina gulped and the blonde noticed the shift of her hips in a subtle thrust hoping to relieve some tension. Emma licked her lips at the notion that Regina's sex was beginning to throb for relief and, fuck, that drove her crazy. She fought the urge to bend Regina over her lap and tormentingly finger and tease the restrained woman's sweet pussy until she came loud and hard. Instead, she took a deep calming breath and drew the tip of the baton across Regina's semi wet cheek still. "Open your mouth."
Regina did as she was told and Emma brushed the silicone head against it. "Lick it." Emma held it up for Regina to run her tongue along the shaft. "Lick it like you've licked my magic cock before. Mmm-hmm, just like that. I like to watch you. Flick the tip with your tongue. Fuck. I bet your pussy is really throbbing now isn't it?"
Emma stuck her foot in between Regina's knees brushing her shin against the brunette's slick sex. "Now ride my leg, Your Majesty."
Regina scooted a little closer and sat, grinding her clit against Emma's soft shin with a panting puff. Emma pushed the phallic tipped night stick passed Regina's lips and against the inside of her cheek, stretching it while she reveled in the feel of Regina's hot pussy smearing its juices on her leg.
Regina began to move a little quicker and Emma knew her wife was nearing release, so she deliberately extracted her leg and the baton, already anticipating the backlash from her lover for the cruel teasing.
She enjoyed the expletive dropped from Regina's mouth because she loved when the Queen came undone and swore. "Say it again, Regina." Emma wrapped her arms around her queen, pulling her close. "I like when you say it."
Regina pointedly glared at her wife and then pronounced each word slowly in resentment. "Fucking Hell."
Emma tried to kiss her but Regina defiantly dodged her lips relaying the saltiness she felt at being denied her orgasm. The Queen could dish it out but was crap at taking it, Emma thought, which was another reason to do it in the blonde's estimation. And a surly Regina was just as hot as any other Regina. Call her crazy, Emma mused, but it was the truth. Emma smiled inwardly knowing that her wife always enjoyed the outcome.
Pale fingertips curled underneath Regina's chin, biting into her cheeks as Emma forced the Queen's face front. The blonde basked in the excitement of those flashing narrowed brown eyes as she invaded Regina's personal space and kissed her into submission again. Regina mewled and pulled her knees together, obviously wanting release.
"Uh-uh, my Queen. Patience is part of your fine for this morning. Do you know that you caused quite a stir at the station? Bending over, exciting my deputies," Emma chuckled. "And what you did to me! I have been able to think of nothing else all day but how I wanted to sex you up. Over and over again, Regina."
With the baton, Emma rubbed it between her wife's legs and Regina groaned and licked her lips in anticipation. "There's something I didn't tell you about this baton, babe. I can make it vibrate too." Suddenly a whirling sound began and Regina jumped and gasped loudly as the shaft vibrated against her engorged slit.
"Uh! Oh! God, Emma!"
"I think it's time we take this someplace a little more comfortable." And while Emma plundered her mouth, swallowing Regina's increasing moans and pressing the vibrating silicone unyieldingly against her, she transported them to the bedroom.
To be continued…