Author's Note: Head's up, my lovely readers. I have a feeling that some people might not like this chapter, or may feel that I took things too far/made them too intense, or that the plot is no longer realistic. However, it came out the way I wanted it to. So hopefully this will please some of you at least and that it will be enjoyable enough to continue reading. My apologies for taking forever to update. I appreciate all the readers and reviews I have gotten and will continue to do my best to give you an engaging story that is at least worth the read.
God, I want her so fucking bad, Emma's thoughts raced. She almost gave in to the urge to drag the girl into the bathroom and fuck her right then and there. But she resisted, just barely, and simply enjoyed the pleasure of having the girl grind on her to the beat of the music as she drowned in the euphoria.
When the club was finally closing, the three met outside, and just as Emma was turned around to walk away and Regina was about to do the same, Belle grabbed the brunette's hand and pressed a small baggie into her palm.
"You're welcome," she whispered. "Make sure you share. Oh, and by the way… I think Emma might benefit from being taken down a peg, if you know what I mean. And I think you're just the girl to do it. Good luck."
Belle left, and Regina followed Emma back to the dorm. Only once Emma had left the room to get ready for bed – mostly down from her high – did Regina pull the baggie out of her pocket. When she saw its contents, a small amount of white powder, her heart quickened its pace once again. As soon as the door began to open, she shoved it back into her pocket and glanced up at the door, looking guilty.
"Well, don't you look like the cat who ate the canary," Emma laughed. "What did you do?"
"N-Nothing."
"Bullshit."
"Alright. Fine," Regina snapped, throwing the baggie onto her desk, which had been cleared off earlier that day. "Show me how."
"What the fuck, Regina! Where the hell did you get that?"
"Not the point. Show me."
"No fucking way. Give me that."
But when Emma reached out to grab the baggie, Regina's hand swiped it away and clutched it in her fist.
"Don't be such a pussy, Emma," Regina mocked.
"I'm not a pussy!" the blonde cried, diving for Regina and knocking her onto the bed, landing on top of her as she tried to pry the girl's fist open. "Stop it! You're fucking high right now and you have no idea what you're doing."
"Bullshit! I'm not high. It wore off like twenty minutes ago, and the crash fucking sucks, so stop being such a scaredy cat and show me how to do it."
"Regina. No. No. Fucking. Way."
"Alright. Easy enough to figure out. Why don't I just… call Belle?" Regina threatened, swiftly grabbing Emma's phone off the nightstand and unlocking it.
"Don't you fucking dare! Are you fucking crazy?"
"Maybe."
"You need to go the fuck to sleep and sober up. Now, give me the fucking bag."
"Or you'll what?"
"What do you mean?"
"Give you the bag or what?"
"Or I'll… just… leave…"
Regina burst into a fit of laughter at this and shook her head, saying, "I dare you."
With a sigh, Emma slid her hands down Regina's sides and pressed their foreheads together.
"This is a really, really bad idea."
"If you don't show me, she will."
"No, she won't…"
But Emma didn't sound sure. In fact, she was pretty positive that the idea of corrupting Emma's perfect girlfriend was intoxicating to Belle, and that she was enjoying it immensely already.
"Let's find out."
When Regina made a move to open the contacts list on Emma's phone, the blonde snatched the device away and threw it across the room onto her own bed.
"You're insane."
"Maybe I just want you to show me a good time."
"We can have a good time without it! This is crazy. Didn't we already have a good time?"
"Why should it end?"
"Because you're crazy."
"I might be. Try it with me. If I don't like it, or if it goes bad, I'll never do it again."
"No way. I'm not letting you-"
"I'm a grown-ass woman, Swan. It's not up to you. But if you want, you can join me." When the girl said nothing, Regina added, "Please, Emma. I don't want to do this with anyone else. I want to do it with you."
"Alright. Alright, fine. Give me the bag."
Finally, Regina handed it over, but to her surprise, Emma got off her immediately and retreated to the other side of the room, clutching the bag tightly in her fist.
"Now, fucking go to sleep!" Emma shouted.
"You bitch! Give it back!"
"Tell you what. If you can get it back, I'll do it with you. If you can't… I win and this shit gets flushed."
Regina's next move shook Emma to the core. In an instant, Regina was tearing off her own clothes and throwing them across the room by the door. First, her shirt, then her jeans. Then, she advanced on Emma. Before jumping on her any trying to pin her down, though, Regina unclasped her bra in front of Emma for the first time and let it fall to the floor. Staring in shock, taking in the glorious sight of Regina Mills only in her panties – red lace panties – Emma swallowed hard and froze, her fist still tightly closed.
"What… What are you doing?" Emma gaped.
"I'm seducing you."
"It's… You're…"
"Give me the bag, Emma."
"Or… Or you'll what?" the blonde said, stumbling over the words, despite her desire to exude her nonexistent confidence.
"Or I'll have to punish you."
Eyes wide, Emma stared as Regina straddled her confidently.
"Regina, wait…"
But Regina was already reaching over into the drawer of Emma's night stand, pulling out the leather whip the blonde stored there.
"What the… How did you…?" Emma started, but Regina clutched it tightly in her hand and squeezed Emma's neck with her free hand.
"I know where you keep your toys, Emma. You're not subtle." When Emma tried to push her away gently, Regina pushed her back down on the bed, saying, "Oh, no you don't. You don't get to tease me, tempt me, seduce me, and get away with it. There are consequences, Emma."
Eyes wide, mouth watering, Emma froze and dropped her free hand to Regina's hip, still clutching the baggie in her other.
"Now," Regina said softly. "Be a good girl and give me the bag."
"No!" Emma cried. "I'm not-"
She was quickly cut off by the tightening of Regina's grip around her neck, which caused Emma to open her hand involuntarily and drop the baggie on the bed. After cracking the whip once, she go of the whip and Emma's neck, then took the bag.
"There. Now, let's do this."
"You've completely lost your mind."
"No, Emma. I'm just tired of you being in control of everything."
"Hey. That's not-"
"Get up."
In response to the demand, Emma cried, "I can't! You're on top of me!"
"Oh, that's right. I am."
Slowly, Regina dragged her nails down Emma's sides, just beneath her shirt, and dismounted her, standing next to the bed.
With a sigh, Emma sat up and said, "I'm not doing this."
"I am."
As Regina dumped the contents of the baggie on top of a text book, Emma dove at her and grabbed her arms, holding them behind her back.
"No, you're not."
But Regina was quick, and before Emma could stop her, she was elbowed in the ribs, causing her to cry out and let go.
"Jesus Christ, Regina!"
"I'm not stupid, you know. I can figure this out on my own. Just roll up a dollar bill and snort it, right?"
"Regina…"
"Movies make it easy, right? I guess I don't need you to show me anything. If you don't want to join me, fine, but I'm doing this."
With a sigh, Emma put her hand flat on Regina's back, gently stroking there with her thumb.
"Just take it easy, alright? Let's talk about this. You're a good girl, Regina. You don't need to do drugs to-"
"I just want to try it, for fuck's sake! You do it, so why can't I?"
"You're not me!"
"And you're not my mother!"
"Alright. Alright, fine. Let's just fucking do this."
Grabbing a dollar bill from the small pile of money on her desk, Emma pushed two halves of the power into two lines and rolled up the dollar bill before snorting one of them quickly.
She shook her head quickly and sighed, rubbing her temples, muttering, "This is such a bad idea."
"Too late now," Regina laughed, grinning as she followed suit, more slowly than Emma had.
"Oh, God…" Emma breathed, staring at the broadening smile on Regina's face. "Sit down."
"Don't tell me what to do."
"Regina…"
Regina did sit down, and continued to smile as Emma watched her carefully, waiting for the high to kick in. Four or five minutes later, it hit Regina first.
"Oh, holy shit," she gasped. "My head is spinning."
"I know," Emma told her. "Just… Just take it easy, okay?"
Ignoring her, the brunette immediately stood and grabbed the whip again, then jerked Emma off the bed.
"Regina, what are you-"
"Turn around."
"Regina."
"Turn. Around."
Feeling euphoria wash over her too, Emma turned slowly when Regina pushed her lightly, then shoved her harder until she was bent over the bed. As soon as Emma was bracing herself on the mattress with her palms, Regina lifted her shirt and cracked the whip against her back.
"Oh, shit," Emma moaned, the shock of pain shooting through her body.
"Yeah?" Regina asked with a smirk. "You like that, Em?"
When Regina slide her hands up and down Emma's back, she shivered, then gasped when Emma tugged her jeans down to her thighs, exposing her bare ass, which was far from obscured by the string of her thong.
Another crack of the whip, this time against her ass, made Emma's body jerk forward.
"I wasn't expecting you to be wearing a thong," Regina mused. "I'm pleasantly surprised."
"I always-" she was interrupted by another crack of the whip "-Ah! Fuck, Regina."
"You always what, dear?"
"I always wear a-"
Another crack.
"Wear a what?"
"A thong! Christ, Regina."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"N-No," Emma struggled to say.
"Feels good, huh? You're not used to this."
Emma gripped the blankets in her fists and whimpered, "Wait."
Then, Regina leaned over until her breasts were pressed against Emma's back and whispered, "Why? What are you so afraid of?" as she dug her nails into the girl's shoulder blades.
"You're… You're high, Regina, and-"
"So high," the brunette laughed brightly, dragging her nails down all the way to the little dimples at the base of Emma's spine, causing the girl to shake.
"Wait," Emma persisted. "We don't have to-"
"I want to," Regina corrected her. "And so do you. I know you do."
"Regina," the blonde pleaded.
"You're wet, aren't you?"
Gaping, Emma turned to look behind her as her eyes met Regina's painfully seductive stare.
"Aren't you?" Regina pressed.
"Reg-"
"Do I need to find out for myself? Is the mighty playboy Emma Swan at a loss for words?"
All Emma could manage in response was an agonized whimper, which intensified in desperation when she felt Regina's cool fingers pressing against the fabric of the thong between her legs. And Regina was right. She was soaked.
"Ah," Regina laughed. "I knew you would be. How convenient." Then, she became slightly breathless as the euphoria took over and disorientation spread through her, and slowly, she said, "God, this is amazing."
Emma's face would have been twisted with concern, had it not been contorted in pleasure as Regina removed her hand from between her legs and scraped her nails down her back once again. Involuntarily, Emma pressed back against Regina's body and allowed her to continue.
When the brunette commanded, "Take this off," and tugged on her shirt, Emma's heart raced, and although she wanted to obey, she was frozen, so Regina took the initiative and removed her shirt and unclasped her bra for her, dropping it onto the bed.
"I'm going to break you, Emma Swan," Regina growled, voice low and seductive. "And you're going to beg for more."
But Emma was already there, her core aching for stimulation as Regina continued to tease her. When Regina groped her ass, her nails digging into the skin there, Emma's body jerked.
"Gina."
"Fuck," Regina sighed happily, intoxicated by the sound of Emma's use of a new nickname. "Tell me what you want."
"I… I…"
With another crack of the whip, hard against Emma's ass, Regina asked sternly, "Tell me." Emma was silent, the sting of the whip shocking her body. "Say it."
"You," the blonde gasped. "Just you."
"Tell me you're mine. I want to hear you say it."
"I'm-" again, the whip cracked against her backside "-yours. Yours. I'm yours."
"You're dripping for me, Em," Regina said with a smile, once again reaching between Emma's legs to stroke her clit through her panties.
"Fuck. Please."
"That's it, honey. Beg."
"Reg-"
"Beg!"
"Please!" Emma screamed, feeling Regina's nails dragging down her back, tearing the skin open. "Please, Regina. I can't… I can't-"
Then, Emma felt the sensation of the fabric of Regina's lace panties rubbing against her bare ass as the girl leaned forward, her breasts pressed against Emma's back, and kissed her shoulder.
"You're mine," the brunette whispered, biting Emma's earlobe before pulling away and sitting up, her front still pressed against Emma's ass.
Emma quickly whimpered, "Yes. Yours," before she nearly collapsed, her weight transferring from the palms of her hands to her forearms as she bent further over the bed.
"What else do you have in this fun little drawer of yours?" Regina cooed, scraping Emma's back again before leaning over toward the bedside table.
"Regina, don't-" Emma tried, but Regina was already opening the drawer again.
"Not used to be dominated, are you, Em?"
"Regina..."
"Yes, Miss Swan?"
"I…"
"Beg. Break for me, and I'll give you anything you want."
Emma's head spun, repeated waves of euphoria crashing over her. Nothing could have been more intoxicating.
"Please," she whimpered. "Please."
"Please what?"
"Please…"
"Please what, Emma?"
"I just need you."
Seductively, Regina pressed, "Need me to what?" and stroked Emma's clit again.
"Regina! Jesus!"
"Tell me what you want, baby. Beg for it, and it's yours."
"I want… I need..."
"Need what, baby girl?"
"Need to cum."
"There we go," the brunette chuckled triumphantly. "Good girl."
Emma's stomach lurched. Good girl. Face bright red with embarrassment and flustered arousal, Emma whimpered desperately, gripping the comforter of the bed tightly in her fists.
"Say it again," Regina ordered.
After brief hesitation, Emma replied, "Please, Gina. Make me cum."
Silently, Regina, feeling the rush of control, turned her attention away from Emma and over to the drawer of toys beside the bed. After digging around for a moment, she pulled out the most appealing toy for the moment: a large strap-on that seemed to be begging for attention. Regina felt a new wave of arousal drip from her core onto the fabric of her panties at the sight of the toy, and as she examined it, despite the rush of the cocaine flooding her system, she also felt a sudden wave of insecurity and paranoia. What if she did it wrong? What if she was horrible in bed? But she reminded herself that she was doing well so far, and that Emma was obviously affected by what she was doing. And it felt too good to stop. Emma was putty in her hands, ready to be molded into whatever Regina wanted. Again, Emma whimpered, tortured by the removal of the heat that had been radiating against her. When she heard the sound of Regina removing her panties and felt the pressure of the toy against her backside, Emma gasped.
"Reg-"
"Shh. The only thing I want to hear out of you is the sound of you begging me for more. Understand?"
Mouth watering, Emma hesitated, but when Regina slapped her ass hard with an open palm, she nodded her head desperately.
"Please."
"Good girl."
Again, Regina slapped her ass, harder this time, finally causing Emma to cry out. As soon as Regina pressed against her again and she felt the toy pressing against her ass, Emma's body jolted, and her thighs began to shake.
The brunette, still feeling the euphoric rush of power over her companion, was breathing heavily as she dragged her nails down Emma's back once again.
"Are you ready?" Regina husked in Emma's hear, her breath warm on the girl's neck.
Emma nodded, but Regina punished the silence by scraping her sides with her nails, leaving more long red scratches in their wake.
"Say it," she growled, desperate to hear her lover begging again.
"Yes. Yes. Please, Regina. Just… Please…"
In response to the plea, Regina pulled away again and bent over, then shocked Emma completely when she pulled her thong down below her thighs with her teeth.
"Oh, fuck," Emma breathed, shivering as the next hot wave of her arousal dripped from her core onto her thighs.
"God, this feels good," Regina sighed, stroking Emma's backside. "And you look amazing like this. Desperate and begging."
Before she could respond, Emma found herself caught up in the sensation of the toy being pressed against her backside again.
"I'm gonna fuck you til you scream," Regina husked, nipping at Emma's earlobe and tugging on it with her teeth.
"Please. Please, Gina. I need you."
"Now, take it like a good girl or I won't let you finish."
Whining in response, Emma pressed her backside against Regina's crotch, desperate to be filled by her. To her surprise, it only took her companion a few seconds to line the head of the toy up with her entrance and start to push it into her. It was slow at first – Regina was feeling the wave of uncertainty returning – but once the toy was half-way inside and Emma was moaning for more, she thrust the rest inside full-force, making the blonde cry out loudly.
"Fuck, Regina," Emma groaned. "Please."
Intoxicated by the desperate sounds her lover was making, Regina gripped the girl's hips, pulled back, then thrust back into her, hard and fast, working up a rapid rhythm that very quickly drove Emma wild.
"Oh, fuck."
"Jesus, Emma," Regina gasped. "You're so fucking hot like this."
"Please. Please, don't stop."
"I won't."
And, as promised, Regina fucked her lover until she screamed and came hard, her walls clenching and pulsating around the toy as her fluids further soaked her thighs.
Both were panting by the time Emma finished, and Regina collapsed against her back as soon as she was sure her orgasm was over, kissing the girl's shoulder. When she felt Regina's lips, Emma shivered.
"Regina," she said breathlessly.
"Shh. My head is spinning," Regina chuckled. "Can't think anymore."
"Don't think. Just touch me."
Still laughing, Regina told her, "I think I'm coming down. I can't move."
Emma was still catching her breath, but she managed to reply, "You're gonna have to. This position is getting uncomfortable."
With a smile, Regina forced herself to straighten up and slowly pulled away, allowing her hands to slide over Emma's back as she did so.
"God," Emma sighed. "Where the fuck did that come from?"
"Probably from being higher than a kite."
"And?"
"And wanting you for so long."
Despite the fact that her whole body felt like Jell-O, Emma managed to maneuver herself so that she was turned around, facing Regina, and sitting on the bed.
"Yeah?" the blonde asked.
"I've wanted to rail you like that for ages."
It was Emma's turn to laugh as she leaned forward and kissed Regina's lips, cupping her face in her hands.
"God," Regina said, resting her forehead against her lover's. "I didn't want that to end."
"Me either."
"Fuck. I can't breathe."
Emma bit her lip as she stroked some of Regina's hair out of her face and asked, "Are you alright? You should lay down."
She wanted to say, This was a horrible idea, but that would have been very close to a lie, so Emma refrained.
"I'm f...fine," the brunette chuckled, pushing Emma down and rolling onto the bed beside her. "Just shut up and hold me."
They fell asleep like that, with Emma's arms wrapped snugly around Regina's waist, although they were both sweating and overheating from the exertion. Neither dared to move or pull away, fearing that the fantasy they'd both just enacted would crumble away into ash.
Around two hours later, Regina nudged her partner awake.
"Em," she whispered. "I can't sleep."
The blonde yawned, not opening her eyes, and offered a sleepy, "Huh?"
"My heart's still racing and I can't get my mind to shut off."
With a sigh, Emma kissed the top of Regina's head and said, "Yeah. It happens."
"What?"
"It can make people anxious, on edge… restless."
"I'm not anxious!" Regina snapped, starting to sit up.
"Hey. Stop. Lay down. It's fine. It'll pass."
"God, that was amazing," the brunette sighed, rubbing her temples. "Can we do that again? Like, now?"
"What?" Emma gawked. "No. Like, really no. Like, not ever."
"What?"
"That's gonna be a one-in-a-lifetime kind of night for you, kiddo. You're all done."
"Emma! That's bullshit! You're not my mom!"
Rolling her eyes, Emma gave Regina's waist a squeeze and held her close as the girl's muscles tensed in frustration.
"You're craving it because you crashed and you're feeling edgy. It's okay. It will pass."
"I'm not feeling 'edgy,' god dammit!"
"Regina. You're getting fired up about nothing."
"I'm getting fired up because you're trying to tell me how to live my life!" Regina cried, pushing herself away from Emma and sitting up in bed.
Sighing heavily, Emma rubbed her eyes and sat up as well, saying, "I knew this was a bad idea, and—Oh, fuck."
Hearing Emma cut herself off mid-sentence, Regina looked over at her with concern, asking, "What?"
"Everything hurts. Especially my head. Holy shit."
"Are you—"
"You railed me so fucking hard," Emma laughed.
"Oh," Regina said softly, suddenly feeling self-conscious as she began to blush. "Sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you…"
"No, don't be sorry," the blonde offered with a smile, leaning in to kiss Regina's cheek. "You didn't hurt me. That was hands-down the best lay I've ever had."
"Really?"
Clearly, Regina had been distracted from her irritability by Emma's flattering comments.
"Really. Now, come here and let me hold you, would ya?"
Regina complied, relaxing back into Emma's arms, but shifted restlessly for the next ten minutes as her partner rubbed her back.
"Em."
"Yeah, honey."
"I didn't mean to get grumpy. I'm sorry."
"It's fine, honey. That's just what happens. This is part of why I didn't want you to try it. Like I said, people just get… paranoid, irritable, restless… and end up craving another high. That's not what I want for you."
"Well, it's a little late now. That was…"
"I know," Emma sighed, stroking the girl's hair. "I shouldn't have let you do that."
"Emma. You're not my mother. You don't need to babysit me, and you don't get to make choices for me."
"I'm just trying to protect you."
"I don't need protecting. I'm a big girl."
"You might be a 'big girl,' Regina, but you have no idea what you're getting yourself into. I would feel responsible for anyone doing something like that with me. It's not a you thing. I don't look down on you or think you're incapable of taking care of yourself. I just know what this stuff can do to people, and I don't want that for you. Do you understand?"
"Then why the hell do you do it?"
"Because I don't care about the consequences for myself."
There was a long pause before Regina asked, "Are you sure you liked it? You're not just trying to-"
"Yes, Regina. I liked it. But we don't have to get high for us to do that."
"Yeah, but-"
"Alright, listen. Why don't we just… you know… try it again… and see how it goes. Okay?"
"You mean, like, without getting high?"
"Yes, Regina. Without getting high. I mean, if you don't feel like you can't fuck me unless you're high, then-"
"No, no, it's not that!" Regina quickly cried. "I just… I'm self-conscious. I never would have been able to do that without… you know…"
"Well, now you've done it, and you know you have nothing to be nervous about."
"Yeah, but-"
"Regina," Emma said softly, taking her hand and kissing her cheek. "It's okay. Let's just try it without and see if you like it. If not… we should probably re-evaluate some things."
Later that night, they both entered the dorm room together and sat down on Emma's bed.
"So…" Regina started, sounding unsure of what to say.
"So?"
"So, what do you want to do now?"
"I don't know. I'm exhausted." Then, she chuckled, "And honestly, I'm still wicked sore."
A smile crept over Regina's lips as she asked slyly, "How come, baby?" and stroked the girl's thigh, causing Emma to shiver.
"I…"
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" the brunette cooed, her hand moving up and closer to the inside of Emma's thighs. "Feeling tense?"
At a loss for words, and feeling a sudden rush of arousal, Emma simply stared.
Then, Regina asked, "How exhausted are you, exactly?"
"I… Um…"
"Too exhausted to play?"
"N-No…"
Regina smiled.
"Good." Without waiting for Emma's next response, Regina reached over and opened the drawer of toys next to Emma's bed, pulling out several cuffs. "Clothes off, then get on your stomach."
"Gina…"
"Well?"
Swallowing hard, Emma nodded her head and did as she was told, removing her clothes slowly and laying down on the bed face-down. As she followed the orders, she felt Regina's eyes on her.
"Good girl," Regina purred, stroking her fingers down Emma's spine.
When she grabbed Emma's wrists and cuffed them each to the bed posts, Emma felt her stomach flip. She certainly wasn't used to being the one face down, or the one being tied up. In fact, it was such a foreign experience that her stomach didn't stop flipping until her ankles were tied loosely as well. At first, all she felt was the cool air of the room, all over her body, giving her goosebumps, but after a moment of silence as her lover admired her, Regina stroked both hands down Emma's back.
"You want a massage, babe? Help you be a little less sore?"
Blushing slightly and not knowing how to respond, Emma simply nodded her head. Anything to keep Regina's hands on her.
When the brunette slowly began to rub her back, working her thumbs into all of Emma's tensed-up muscles, the girl started to relax.
"That's it, baby," Regina said softly. "Just breathe… Let me make you feel better."
Slowly, the brunette dragged two fingers down from the small of Emma's back to the inside of her thighs, just under her ass, making Emma's body jolt. Regina felt this and smirked. When she leaned in to bite the back of Emma's thigh, her smile grew.
"Oh, honey… I had no idea you'd be ready so fast."
Careful fingers slipped lightly between Emma's folds, sliding easily from the front to the back as they were coated with the girl's arousal. After licking the slickness from her fingers, as Emma turned her head back and watched, Regina bit her other thigh, causing Emma's body to jerk, them groped her ass with both hands. This earned a groan from the blonde as the sensation of Regina's hands on her body set her skin on fire.
Then, there was nothing. Regina stood, removed her own clothing, and fastened the strap-on around her hips.
"You as ready as you feel, babe?" she asked softly, once again groping Emma's ass.
When the blonde nodded her head enthusiastically, Regina smiled again and knelt between her legs, this time gently sliding her hands over Emma's ass and up to her shoulders.
"Lift," Regina ordered, firmly gripping Emma's hips.
Slightly startled by the command, Emma froze, too overwhelmed by the feeling of Regina's hands on her body to respond.
Without waiting for a reply, Regina leaned closer to the nightstand and grabbed the whip out of the drawer, wasting no time before flicking it hard against Emma's ass and growling, "Lift."
With a whimper, Emma lifter her hips into the air, which allowed Regina to move forward and press her crotch against Emma's backside, the shaft of the toy sliding between Emma's legs and rubbing against her clit. The blonde moaned as Regina began to slide the toy forward and back, stimulating her until her clit was swollen and her cunt was dripping onto the length of it.
Regina gave no warning before pulling back, then thrusting the head of the toy into Emma's heat full-force, burying it entirely and making the girl cry out loudly.
"Oh, fuck," Emma groaned, feeling herself filled with the toy.
When Regina started to move inside her, thrusting hard and fast, Emma felt her body shudder as she pushed her ass back against Regina's crotch, meeting every one of Regina's movements.
"Oh, God, Gina. Please."
"That's it, baby. Beg."
"Please. Please. Please, Gina. I need you."
The faster Regina moved, the louder Emma's pleas grew, until words melted into gasps and incomprehensible syllables.
"Beg!" Regina ordered, dragging her nails roughly down Emma's back, leaving red marks in their wake.
"Please!" Emma cried, using all the power in her lungs to shout the words, leaving her breathless and gasping for air as Regina continued to pound mercilessly into her core. "Please, Gina."
"Please, what?"
Tears of pleasure and agony dripped down Emma's cheeks as she squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered, "Please, mistress. Fuck me."
Regina nearly froze at this. Mistress. The word made her whole body shiver, and she suddenly found herself desperate for her own orgasm. Emma was calling her mistress, and something about the word made her feel so incredibly intoxicated that she almost stopped moving. But she knew how close Emma was to reaching her peak, so she cracked the whip against her ass again, to shock her body closer to the edge, then dropped the whip and gripped Emma's hips even tighter than before as she thrust harder. With this increase in force as Regina slammed the toy into her lover's dripping cunt, Emma screamed.
"Say it again," Regina finally managed to say, after somewhat catching her breath.
"Mistress, fuck me! Please, Mistress, harder!"
"Oh, God," Regina groaned as she felt her own arousal overflowing onto her thighs. "Cum for me."
On command, Emma's walls clenched around the thrusting toy, squeezing it hard in its tight sheath, and she came, reaching the apex of her arousal.
"Fuck, yes. Mistress…"
"Yes. Good girl. Good girl. Cum for me."
"Fuuuck," the blonde groaned loudly, her entire body convulsing as the orgasm was drawn out by Regina's endless continual thrusts.
"That's my girl. C'mon, baby. Keep cumming."
As the orgasm ended and Regina felt Emma's muscles begin to relax, the brunette slowed her movements, but didn't stop. Instead, she pulled Emma's hips tighter against her and kept thrusting, but gently, and with a steady rhythm.
"Gina, I-" Emma started to say, breathlessly.
"One more time," Regina whispered, stroking her back and leaning in to kiss her shoulder, making Emma's body shiver. "Slow this time."
"Can't…" Emma whined desperately, feeling the conflict of exhaustion juxtaposed with intense stimulation electrifying every inch of her. "Can't."
Regina ignored her, intoxicated by the way Emma lifted her hips to meet her achingly slow movements and the way the girl let out a breathless, drawn-out, high pitched whine with each one.
"That's it, baby. Come on. Cum for me."
"C-C-" Emma started, but couldn't finish the words, as she felt her thighs begin to tremble.
As the girl's body started to weaken and melt into the mattress, Regina gripped her hips tighter and lifted them as she pushed the toy into the tight, clenching sheath of Emma's cunt.
"Ah! Shit!" Emma cried, shaking harder as her muscles spasmed, bringing another wave of climax. "Mistress."
Feeling her reach her peak, Regina picked up the speed of her thrusts only slightly, until she was absolutely sure that her lover's orgasm was over.
"Oh, fuck," the brunette sighed, collapsing onto Emma's back as the toy slipped out of her core. "Shit."
"Oh, my God."
Then, Regina asked, "Where did you come up with that?"
"Come up with what?"
"The… The Mistress thing…"
"Oh…" Emma muttered, blushing. "I dunno. It just… came out…"
"God, baby," Regina whispered, kissing Emma's shoulder. "That was so fucking hot."
"Yeah? You liked that?"
"I'm so fucking turned on right now."
"Good."
"Think you've got energy to give me a round?"
"Always," Emma replied with a grin. "But you'll have to untie me."
Laughing lightly, Regina freed her lover from the bed posts and kissed her shoulder again, before getting off of her and sitting beside her on the bed.
"Um… How do you want it?" the blonde asked cautiously.
"How do you want to give it to me, baby?"
"Oh. Um… Whatever way my Mistress wants is the way I want to give it her…"
Shuddering and completely seduced by the girl's words, Regina removed the strap-on and set it to the side. Gently, the brunette pushed Emma off the bed, then sat on the edge, with her legs hanging off the side. Taking the hint immediately, Emma grinned and leaned in, wasting no time in licking the dripping arousal from the back to the front of Regina's slit, making the girl's fists clench the sheets as she braced herself.
"Mmm," Emma mumbled. "So good."
Regina blushed, then whimpered as Emma sucked her clit into her mouth and massaged it with her tongue.
"Em," the girl gasped, tangling her fingers in Emma's hair and pulling.
This didn't distract Emma in the least, and she continued to alternate between licking and sucking on Regina's clit, until the girl's thighs clenched around her ears and started to shake. Then, Emma pushed her tongue into Regina's core, as deep as it would go, and licked out all of the arousal she could, swallowing it gratefully as her lover loudly moaned her name, again and again. When she felt Regina's thighs clenching tighter, she moved her attention back to her clit and sucked on it until she was gasping for air and nearly screaming expletives that she was sure their neighbors could hear. A new wave of arousal flooded Regina's thighs as she came hard, and Emma cleaned all of it with her tongue, not stopping until she felt the girl's thighs cease their convulsions.
"Come here," Regina breathlessly commanded her, pulling her up.
Emma climbed over her and kissed her passionately, stroking Regina's tongue slowly with her own.
When Regina whispered, "That was amazing," Emma chuckled and kissed her forehead.
"You're amazing. Let's do that again."
"You were right, you know."
"About what?"
"About getting high. It was just as good without it. You were perfect," the brunette told her, stroking her hair. "My perfect little pet…"
Emma shivered at this and laid back until her head was on the pillow, then pulled Regina down with her, wrapping her arms around the girl and holding her gently.
As soon as she realized that Emma's breathing was slowing and that she hadn't said anything for several minutes, Regina smiled and said softly, "Goodnight, Em."
Emma mumbled a groggy, "G'night, Gina" before falling asleep almost instantly.