A/N: Trigger warning for Emma using de-aging terms towards Regina (calling her 'little girl' and 'baby girl'). You will want to abandon this fic if you don't like that sort of thing.
Emma took her time checking her emails, scrolling through Facebook, clicking on her favourite news site and reading (more like just opening and closing windows because she couldn't concentrate) any articles that seemed interesting. The truth was, her attention was at the other end of the room, where Regina was currently still thinking of a word. Emma genuinely hoped Regina would never actually need to use a safeword, that she'd never feel so distressed that she'd feel the need to end a scene. Emma already knew how to read Regina, had already perfected the art of tuning into the woman who hid her emotions better than anyone Emma had ever met, and she hoped that that ability would serve her well as their relationship took this new turn.
Regina's ability to mask her feelings, to hide, was one of the things that had first drawn Emma to her. Emma liked that Regina was a puzzle, liked that she had to work to figure out what Regina was thinking and feeling. It had taken a time, but she'd slowly grown to read the woman's subtle physical cues, as well as sense her emotional state. Her special power definitely helped, pinging whenever Regina answered her prying questions falsely. Emma thoroughly enjoyed knowing that she was the only person in Storybrooke who picked up on the Mayor's vibes, who could see beneath the mask the brunette wore. It was like becoming fluent in a language only she and Regina spoke and Emma loved that they shared this ability to communicate without words.
Emma could pick up on things that others couldn't, subtle changes in her girlfriend's demeanour that were imperceptible to everyone else. Regina had been taken aback at first that Emma was able to read her so well because she'd spent her life behind walls that no one had been able to see over, under, or through. But the thing was, Emma was an observer and that was why she was able to see things that no one else did. She observed everything, especially her surroundings and the people within it. She had always been an observer, a habit she'd been forced to develop as a child of the system. She'd had to learn to read people, to predict others' behaviours in order to keep herself safe. And she'd applied the knowledge she learnt from her childhood to Regina, who quickly became her absolutely favourite person to observe, by far, when she moved to Storybrooke.
Regina was an expert at hiding, but Emma was even better at seeking. It had been a long time since Emma had met someone who was so difficult to decipher, and she reveled in the challenge Regina presented. With patience and incredible attention, Emma slowly pulled down Regina's walls, peeling away the woman's almost impenetrable outer defences. And as she gently removed the fortified barriers brick by brick, Emma found she quite liked the woman hidden behind the ugly displays of aggression. She'd learnt countless things about the other woman, things that Regina had kept secret and hidden away. Things like that Regina actually had a very soft and tender heart, but after years of torture and abuse, she'd hidden away what was once a very loving and caring nature. She'd also learnt that Regina thoroughly enjoyed physical attention (even though she recoiled any time anyone got too close- not trusting them not to hurt her and not wanting to allow herself something she so desperately craved). Emma had noticed other little things, like the fact that Regina tapped her toes inside her shoes when she grew impatient (Emma had noticed this when she saw the subtle movement in the woman's designer heels). Her lips formed into a thinner line than usual when she was displeased. She grew silent when she was angry or upset and she attacked when she felt threatened. So determined was she to remain stoic before others that Regina would not even allow herself to shiver when she felt cold. Emma had learnt this one evening while out celebrating Archie's birthday, noticing Regina's tense posture and the way Regina fought with all her might to repress the way her body shook. Without saying a word, Emma had gotten up and removed her sweater, draping it over Regina's shoulders and ignoring the look of surprise on the other woman's face. You can try to conceal the truth, Regina, but I see you, Emma had told her later. The look of unguarded surprise and shock in Regina's eyes had stirred deep within Emma. That had been at the beginning, when they'd first become friends. And as they moved from friends to lovers, Emma got to see other parts of Regina, learnt new secrets about the woman. Like, when Regina was aroused, the area just above her breasts turned pink, her eye colour deepened dramatically (though you would only notice this if you were close enough to see it), and she swallowed so much it was almost comical, like she was trying to swallow how aroused she was. These minute actions were all hints into Regina's physical and mental state, and they would not be perceived unless you were paying extra attention to the brunette, something Emma always did. It was for that very reason that their friendship grew into something more, for Regina began to feel safer and more comfortable with the one person in town who could read her, the one person from whom she could not hide. As she grew to trust Emma, she began revealing a side of herself that she'd buried long ago, and when Regina began developing feelings for the blonde, Emma, of course, noticed immediately. She noticed the lingering looks, the ever-growing intimate touches, the way Regina gravitated towards her any time she was around. And Emma, well, Emma had been interested far longer than Regina, so this progression in their relationship was more than welcome.
Pulling herself from her thoughts, Emma finally closed the lid of the laptop and got up. Nearly twenty minutes had gone by, and while Regina hadn't moved or said anything, Emma could see the woman's subtle signs that she was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Regina's shoulders had dropped ever so slightly and she was shifting on her knees, a sure sign that she needed to change positions. Emma walked over and resumed her earlier seat, sitting in front of Regina on the couch.
"Have you thought of a safeword, baby girl?"
Regina bit her lip, her expression giving away her disappointment in herself. She hadn't been able to. She couldn't think of anything that seemed to fit, and the longer she knelt there, the more she felt stressed, until she had begun fidgeting, realising that time was going by and Emma was going to be back soon and Regina was no closer to coming up with an adequate word.
When Emma tapped the bottom of her chin, Regina looked up, realising she hadn't yet answered her.
"No, Ma'am. I'm sorry. I just- I can't-"
Seeing that Regina was genuinely becoming upset, Emma shushed her softly and stroked her cheek.
"Alright, sweetheart."
Emma knew that Regina was easily stressed, and so she took the pressure off of her by holding out her hand.
"Join me on the couch," Emma requested, her voice changing from the clear, crisp tone she had been using during their mini-scene back to the regular gentle one she normally used with Regina.
Regina winced as she accepted Emma's hand and stood, dropping down on the cushion much less gracefully than normal. Her knees were aching and she smiled gratefully when Emma began gently massaging them.
"Better?" Emma asked after a moment.
"Yes, thank you."
Emma said nothing, simply nodding once to show she had heard. She then tugged Regina into her arms, wrapping her securely in her embrace. She smiled when Regina melted against her, rubbing her back softly as she took a moment to reward her lover for her obedience.
"So, you had trouble thinking of a safeword," Emma said gently.
"Yes. I'm sorry. I couldn't think of anything that felt right."
"If I know you, and we both know that I do, you were overthinking it, weren't you?"
Regina smiled softly.
"I may have been."
"You're lucky your Domme is so smart and witty and…" Emma trailed off, trying to think of another adjective to use, but only "smart" came to mind. She made a face. So much for that. "Never mind. I have an idea. We'll use the stoplight system for now: red, yellow, and green. Red means we stop, yellow means we slow down, and green means you're okay and we keep going. If you decide you like that, we'll stick with that for good. If not, we'll use it until you can think of a safeword. It's an effective system, and I think it'll work well for us."
When Regina remained silent, Emma knew she had something to say. Ironically enough, Regina tended to get quiet when Emma knew she should speak.
"What don't you like?" Emma asked, pulling away enough to look into her eyes.
Regina hesitated.
"Red," she finally answered slowly. "It makes me think of Ruby."
"Fair enough. What if we use the Spanish words? Rojo, amarillo, verde."
Regina raised her eyebrows, impressed.
"What?" Emma said, feigning offence. "I sometimes paid attention in class. Mrs. Suarez was really hot."
Regina rolled her eyes.
"Nowhere near as hot as you though."
"Nice save," Regina teased.
"What do you think? Would that work for you?" Emma asked seriously.
"It's perfect. Thank you."
"I want to go over them again with you though."
Emma shifted, shifting Regina off of her lap and on the couch, facing her.
"Rojo means you're not okay. It means the scene needs to stop immediately. Like I said before, I will always stop when you need me to." Emma paused, and Regina nodded to indicate she understood. "Amarillo means we need to pause or slow down. I won't end the scene, but I'm going to take a second to check in with you to see what the problem is so that we can fix it, and if it turns out that we need to stop, we will. And green, well, that means you're doing great and you want me to continue," Emma finished, smiling.
"I understand. Thank you, Emma," Regina said sincerely. "You've always been incredibly adept at reading me, at making me feel safe and comfortable. I've no doubt you will continue to do so. And despite my fears and insecurities, I'm certain that you will ensure that this will be an incredibly pleasurable experience for me."
Emma reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind Regina's ear, smiling affectionately at her.
"Always, sweetheart."
Regina smiled back, then hesitated.
"Will we… shall we attempt something now or?"
"I'd rather spend some time just cuddling with you. We'll play tonight. Today, I want to hold you and just hang out."
The truth was, Emma knew that this would be an incredibly defining moment in their relationship and it would be a big step for Regina. Emma wanted to spend the day simply holding the other woman so that when they finally did have a scene, Regina will have spent the day drowning in Emma's affection, reminded that she was safe and loved and secure.
"That okay with you?"
"Yes, darling," Regina agreed easily, slipping under Emma's arm and resting against her shoulder. "That sounds perfect."
Emma licked her bottom lip as she approached Regina, who was currently bound to the bed by her wrists, arms securely fastened to the mattress. Emma had wrapped ties around Regina's knees, spreading the woman's thighs as widely as she could, leaving her gloriously exposed. Regina was completely naked, and Emma's eyes raked over the nude form before her, nipples tightening in her bra as she took in the way Regina was bared to her.
"You've never looked more God damn beautiful, baby girl."
Regina's heart raced as she locked eyes with Emma, wanting nothing more than to clench her thighs together, not only because she was embarrassingly exposed to the woman's fixed gaze, but also to relieve the ache between them. Her clit throbbed with desire, needy for the attention Emma had so far denied it. Regina had been tied up for the better part of an hour, Emma worshipping her body and refusing to let Regina touch her in any capacity. Regina had obeyed her every rule so far, and she'd finally earned the reward that Emma had promised her: Emma would finally remove her own underwear. Regina had been aching to feel Emma's soft skin against her body, frustrated every time she felt Emma's undergarments brush against her. She wanted them gone, and after obeying Emma's every rule, she would finally receive her reward.
Regina licked her lips as Emma slowly removed her boyshorts, clamping down on her groan as she saw just how wet her lover was. Emma had forbidden her from speaking, and it was torture when all she wanted to do was moan, and shout, and beg. But, it was such sweet, delicious torture. Regina had gotten wetter faster than she ever had before. Now that she was being controlled, unable to speak the way that she wanted to, she found herself feeling the almost overwhelmed with pleasure and she loved it. She loved the way Emma commanded her, controlled her. It was, thus far, the most erotic experience of her life.
Emma glanced up as she unsnapped her bra, a smirk on her lips as she watched the flush on Regina's chest grow a deeper shade of pink. The woman was all but panting, eyes locked on the one expanse of skin that had yet to be revealed. She knew how badly Regina wanted these last two garments gone, memories of Regina's impatience during their previous sexual encounters fuelling Emma's determination to make her wait. Regina always ripped off Emma's bra and underwear when they had sex, like she was personally offended that these pieces covered what she desired access to most. Emma had purposely kept the articles of clothing on, rubbing them against Regina's overheated skin every time she moved along her body. She could feel Regina's impatience grow (and damn if it didn't stoke the fire in her belly), but still the woman remained obedient.
Emma's underwear had nearly remained glued to her as she finally removed them, making her wince internally as she quite literally peeled the soaked garment from her body. A submissive Regina was the single hottest thing Emma had ever encountered, and she was wet almost to the point that she was embarrassed. Almost.
"Do you like what you see, pet?"
Regina nodded immediately.
"You've behaved so well for me this evening. You want to feel me against you, don't you?"
Regina bit her lip and nodded again.
"You'll have to earn that privilege."
Regina bit back a groan, but she was more than willing to do whatever Emma demanded of her. Emma crawled onto the bed, settling on her knees between Regina spread thighs.
"Look how wet you are," Emma commented, leaning forward to stroke her fingers along Regina's sopping folds. She pulled her fingers away the second Regina's hips bucked, chuckling softly. "You're so swollen for me, baby girl."
Emma raised her eyes, looking up at Regina, who was now fighting to regulate her breathing. She was nearly shaking with pleasure, and Emma's clit clenched at the sight. All of this, everything Regina was feeling, the way she was reacting, it was because of what Emma was doing to her. The rush of power, the eroticism of having Regina so completely at her mercy inflamed Emma's arousal and fuelled that need within her to Dominate her submissive, who currently lay before her so open and vulnerable. The view of Regina so bare and vulnerable caused Emma to growl with want. She was horny as hell, and she wanted nothing more than to flip Regina over and fuck her mercilessly, but she was nowhere near ready to give into this need. She was enjoying wielding control of Regina's body far too much. She was liking controlling her pleasure too much to give it up just yet. Deciding to torture her willing victim a little more, Emma leaned forward and settled on her stomach, mouth mere inches from Regina's wetness.
"You are not allowed to come," Emma said sharply before diving face first in the delicious looking cunt before her.
Emma heard Regina's near-silent gasp, half of her wanting to reprimand the woman for not remaining completely quiet while the other side just didn't fucking care now that her mouth was lapping between Regina's legs. Ultimately, Emma decided to let that infraction pass because she was way too preoccupied with the soaked folds in her mouth. Stopping now would be punishing herself, and she sure as well wasn't going to do that.
Emma moaned loudly against Regina's heated flesh, her tongue seeking out every corner of the swollen pussy. She lapped, licked, sucked, and teased every inch of the woman's cunt until no place remained untouched. Emma then moved down to Regina's leaking entrance, diving her tongue inside, hands coming up to rest upon the brunette's shaking thighs. Emma then pinned them down with her palms, mouth languidly moving up as she her hold on Regina's thighs increased. She pressed her fingers into the quivering muscles, gripping them tightly as she gave one long lick of her flattened tongue between Regina's intimate lips. Harsh pants came from above, and Emma knew Regina was fighting desperately not to make a sound, not to come. The knowledge that the woman was on edge and was literally having to force herself not to orgasm made Emma grind her hips against the mattress in order to feel some kind of relief from the pounding ache in her own throbbing clit.
Taking pity on the poor, trembling woman, Emma lightened her attention and brought her lips back down to Regina's entrance, where she knew her touch would simply drive the woman wild, not cause an orgasm. She fluttered her tongue against the swollen hole, probing and swiping at it, her taste buds revelling in the woman's rich flavour. She moaned again for good measure, pulling away and resting her head on Regina's shaking thigh.
"Fuck you taste good, baby. I could lick you all night."
Emma gave one long, final lap between Regina's legs before slowly working her way up her torso, kissing and sucking along the way. She dragged herself against Regina's skin, finally rewarding the woman for doing so well by rubbing their heated bodies together. Regina melted against her, breasts thrusting up against her own the second their nipples touched. Emma leaned forward and kissed her heatedly, plunging her tongue in Regina's mouth and forcing the woman to taste herself.
Regina's eyes closed instantly, a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her body as Emma finally finally lay against her, their tongues coming together and sharing the taste in Emma's mouth. Regina recognised herself instantly, the wetness between her legs increasing as Emma overwhelmed her already overstimulated senses. Her head swam as an insistent tongue commanded control over her mouth, a warm and firm body pinned her to the mattress, soft breasts rubbed against her own, and calloused hands grabbed and squeezed whatever they wanted. Regina felt well and truly conquered, and she revelled in it completely.
Emma pulled away, smirking when she caught Regina's pout.
"Now, now, none of that." Emma leaned forward and kissed her lover's plump lips. "You've been such a good girl for me tonight. I know how badly you want to come," Emma said lowly, her fingers working their way between her lover's thighs. "So wet," Emma groaned, biting on Regina's lower lip when the woman let out a silent gasp. She plunged inside of Regina's body, fingers instantly squeezed by the slick walls. "So tight. Do you want to come?"
Regina's breathing deepened, her eyes rolling in back of her head as she nodded enthusiastically.
"Too bad," Emma growled, removing her fingers. She grinned when Regina looked at her, disappointed. "I'm not done playing with you yet."
Emma snapped her fingers, the ties holding down Regina's wrists and knees disappearing instantly. She then cracked her hand against Regina's ass, barking at her to get on her hands and knees. Regina complied instantly (though she moved a little slowly due to the fact that she'd been tied down for so long), and Emma moaned as the brunette's swollen sex was revealed to her from behind.
"I can smell you," Emma purred, leaning forward and giving a quick lick to the dripping folds before her. She gripped Regina's hips roughly when they jerked against her touch, smacking her hand harshly against the olive flesh. "Enough!"
Regina's head dropped when she felt her hips being yanked back by calloused fingers, her sex rubbing against Emma's toned stomach. She couldn't see what was going to happened, had no idea what Emma would do next, and the anticipation was killing her. She hadn't meant to pull away from her girlfriend's tongue, but she was so turned on, her body had reacted automatically.
"You do not get to pull away from me," Emma growled, her voice venomous. "If I want to lick you, you will let me. If I want to touch you, you will spread your legs and you will allow me to do as I please. I will use you and take from you whatever I desire. I will do what I want when I want with this body because it belongs to me. You will lay there and submit like a good little slut. Do I make myself clear?"
Emma gripped the back of Regina's hair, halting the woman's nod.
"Answer me! I want to hear you."
"Yes, Ma'am. I heard you. I'm sorry-"
"Oh you will be. You're not going to tell me how sorry you are. You're going to show me."
Emma yanked Regina's legs apart, placing one hand low on the woman's back when she had her lover in the desired position. Emma then brought the other hand between her own legs, starting the spell she now knew by heart.
"I'm going to fuck that hot, little cunt and you're going to keep those legs spread until I'm finished. First, though, I want to hear you beg me for it."
Emma grabbed the base of her cock and gave one firm tug from root to tip, biting back a groan the second she heard Regina's breathy pleas.
"I'm sorry. Please, Ma'am. I want to feel you inside of me. Let me show you how sorry I am. I promise I will make up for my disobedience. Please, use me."
Emma stroked the tip of her cock along Regina's cunt, both women moaning at the contact. Emma wanted nothing more than to plunge inside the molten heat, knowing how good it would feel to have her lover's walls gripping her shaft. Given how wet Regina was, Emma knew she'd slide home without any resistance, no matter how hard she dove inside. However, she wasn't about to give in that easily.
"Use me, Ma'am. Use my cunt for your pleasure. Please let me apologise to you."
Emma couldn't help jerking against Regina, the woman's words and gyrating hips sending a pang of pleasure deep within her belly. Wetness seeped from the tip of her cock, hardening even more.
"Look at you, begging like a slut, begging me to use you like a dirty, little whore."
Regina squeezed her eyes shut, her head dropping hard against the mattress. Fuck. If Emma didn't fuck her soon, she wasn't going to survive. Her walls were clenching and spasming within her, desperate for something to grip onto. Her clit strained between her legs, begging for any kind attention- rough, painful, soft- anything. She needed Emma to take her, and she didn't care how. She wanted to be filled, to be fucked, to be used. She didn't care as long as Emma just touched her.
"Please, Ma'am. Whatever you want. I'll do whatever you want."
"Whatever I want?" Emma asked, intrigued.
"Yes! Yes, Ma'am. Anything. Use me however you wish. Just please, please touch me."
Regina's desperation tugged at Emma's already raging libido. She knew she couldn't resist any longer.
"Alright, baby girl," Emma soothed, rubbing her fingertips along the backs of Regina's sensitive thighs. "I'll touch you. But I want to make it abundantly clear," Emma's voice lowered dangerously once again, "that you are here for my pleasure. You are not allowed to come. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Yes. I won't. I wouldn't. Not without your permission."
"That's my good, little girl. Give me your left hand," Emma barked.
Regina, panting, shifted until the desired hand was reaching back towards Emma. When she felt two fingers against her palm, it took Regina a second before she remembered Emma's words: I'm going to place two fingers against your palm to check in silently. Squeeze twice if you're okay and good to go. Hold on tight and don't let go if you're not okay or if you need a minute. Regina instantly (and enthusiastically) squeezed twice firmly.
"Please," Regina whispered, breathing a sigh of relief when Emma squeezed back and placed her hand on the bed.
"Okay, pet," Emma replied, her belly clenched tight with both arousal and excitement.
Emma leaned forward, the tip of her cock pressing against Regina's entrance.
"Yes," Regina hissed, "Please."
"So greedy for it," Emma taunted, withdrawing for a second before finally pushing the tip inside.
Regina whimpered in pleasure, biting hard on her lower lip so as not to demand that Emma give her more. She knew, without a doubt, that that would result in a punishment (which would probably be Emma taking her cock away) and Regina did not want to be punished right now. She wanted Emma to fuck her, and she knew that the only way that that was going to happen was if she remained her good girl. So she breathed deeply, focusing on keeping her hips still, her thighs quaking with the effort to remain motionless and quiet. A groan escaped without her permission as Emma slowly filled her, her mouth dropping when she was filled to the hilt.
Emma draped herself over Regina's back, clenching her eyes shut as she took a second to breathe through the pleasure of feeling Regina's achingly tight cunt around her cock. The unbearably hot walls were squeezing the life out of her dick, gripping and tugging, spasming over every inch of it and Emma knew that if she didn't take a second to breathe, things were going to be over before they even started.
"Fuck," she panted against the back of Regina's neck. "So hot."
Regina grinned. Emma's mind always went blank for the first few seconds she was inside of her. Regina loved that she had this effect on Emma, and she contracted her inner walls in response.
"Don't do that," Emma growled, and biting on Regina's shoulder when the woman giggled.
Regina's heart melted when she felt Emma's lips break into a smile against her skin. She knew (and looked forward to the fact) that Emma would soon revert back to her role as her Ma'am, but momentary sweetness was welcome. When Emma placed a gentle kissed behind her neck and pulled back, Regina instantly fell back into her role.
Emma gripped Regina's hips, pulling out nearly all the way before yanking her back roughly on her cock once. She held her in place, both women groaning at the sensation of Regina's tight pussy impaled by Emma's hardness.
"So wet. So fucking tight," Emma murmured, plunging in once again.
"For you, Ma'am," Regina panted, trembling with need as Emma began a slow but harsh rhythm.
"Mine. Fuck. All mine."
Regina nodded in agreement, her hips pushing back to meet Emma's thrusts.
"Yours. Only yours."
The words hit Emma hard, knocking the air from her lungs. Hearing Regina confirm that she belonged to Emma, that she was hers, it nearly made her come. Emma's hips reacted instantly, her tempo increasing tenfold. Her thrusts became rougher, more aggressive, wanting to own Regina's cunt. Her head fell back against the delicious feeling of her cock plunging in and out of Regina's pussy, and Regina's moans of pleasure further fuelled her on. The bed began knocking against the wall when Emma shifted her stance, leaning further over her lover to fuck her more harshly.
"Yes. Yes. Harder. Please, Ma'am."
Emma gritted her teeth as she shoved Regina's upper body down into the mattress, holding her in place with one hand as she used the other for leverage against the bed. Her hips jogged against Regina's, never once breaking her tempo.
"You like it rough like this, pet?"
Regina nodded, though the movement was constricted by Emma's iron grip on the back of her neck. Her cunt clenched greedily at Emma's thickness, the dominant stance Emma held over her making her gush between her legs.
"Yes, Ma'am," she panted, moaning when Emma tightened her hold on her neck. "Please."
"Fuck," Emma breathed, her cock stiffening against Regina's moans. She wasn't going to last long.
"You want me to come, don't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am," Regina begged. "Please. I do. Please come inside of me."
"I'm not convinced you deserve it."
Regina whimpered.
"Please. Use me. I'll do anything, Ma'am." Regina tightened her muscles and thrust back against Emma's hips. "How can I-" Regina cut off with a gasp when Emma gave a particularly sharp thrust. "How can I convince you, Ma'am?"
Emma, her mind swimming as she neared the brink of orgasm, simply growled and moved her hand around to lightly grip Regina's throat.
"I want to hear you beg me for it. Plead for it. Tell me how badly you want it. You stop, and I stop fucking you."
A flood of wetness seeped from between Regina's legs as she felt Emma's hand come around to grip at her throat, the woman's words barked dangerously in her ear. Regina nodded instantly.
"Please, Ma'am. Please. Come inside of me," Regina begged, panted, and pleaded, her fingers digging into the sheets as she felt Emma's cock harden within her. "Ruin me. Ravage me. Force me to- ah! – to please you."
Regina knew Emma was close, and so she squeezed her muscles as tight as she could, gasping when Emma shifted slightly and began hammering against her G-spot. Regina's eyes widened in horror as she realised she was going to come as well. She had never before come without her clit being stimulated, and she immediately found herself writhing and twisting in pleasure beneath her lover when Emma moved into the new position.
"Ma'am. Oh fuck. Ah! Pl-Please, can I come? I'm going to-"
Regina cried out as her orgasm ripped through her without permission, fuelled by Emma's shout behind her as she too hit her peak. Emma growled and gripped her throat tight, enough to let her know she was in trouble but not enough to cut off her breathing. Emma began a punishing rhythm with her hips, slicing in and out of Regina's body with her still-hard cock. She bit down on Regina's shoulder and emptied herself in her lover once again before finally pulling out. After taking a second to catch her breath, Emma released the now bruised flesh from between her teeth and brought her lips to the shell of Regina's ear.
"You are going to regret disobeying me, little girl. You will be punished for your defiance."
