We're back, and this time it's personal.
…
When they finally got to Regina's bedroom, Emma caught sight of the bedside table and noted that her handcuffs had indeed been removed from their normal spot. The blonde smirked at her fiancé's devious mind, turning back to the door as she said, "So what did you have in mi –"
But before she could finish, she saw a red blur fly toward her, and her reflexes allowed her to catch her jacket just in time. The door shut and clicked to lock behind Regina, whose back was pressed firmly against the wooden frame.
"Whoa…" Emma couldn't help letting her wonderment escape her lips now that they were alone and she could finally focus on Regina's body without feeling guilty about it. She was so entranced that she didn't realize Regina was stalking towards her until the wonderful chest was right in front of her.
Regina grabbed Emma's hips and trailed her hands upward teasing her fiancé. Emma was definitely drunk, but on more than just those shots of Jack. Even when sober, Emma found Regina had a hold on her. One night, however, after drinking a bit, they discovered what a combination of vast amounts of alcohol and Regina could do to Emma.
She snapped her attention back to Regina when the brunette brushed her thumbs over Emma's hard nipples. Regina continued her journey over Emma's shoulders and linked her arms behind Emma's head. Emma leaned in for a kiss, but Regina pulled back with a tsk-ing sound. "Did you really think I'd let you go unpunished for your bad behavior?"
Emma was too busy reveling in the feeling of Regina's lips brushing hers with every word to be fully intimidated. When her brain finally caught up, it was too late. Regina growled and lunged at Emma, knocking them onto the bed. Regina hastily ripped off Emma's crop top, pausing only briefly to give Emma another judging look.
"What? Ruby insisted I wear –"
"Shut up, Sheriff."
Emma gulped.
Regina snickered down at the woman clad only in a navy blue cotton bra and tight jeans.
"You really think I care where you got that God-awful thing?"
Emma began to open her mouth again but was distracted and mesmerized by the sight of Regina digging into her own bra, revealing the new hiding spot for her handcuffs.
"Your little friends were simply pawns in my game, and now I'll thank you to shut up about them and let me do the talking."
Emma's drunk brain briefly considered arguing, but luckily she remembered her misdeeds and realized no matter what terrible things Regina was about to do to her, she would be getting off easy… in a manner of speaking.
When Regina straddled Emma's thighs, the blonde reached for Regina's bare waist automatically. Regina slapped her hands away before she could reach. "I don't think you understand the situation you've found yourself in, Sheriff Swan. You. Are not. To touch."
The blonde whimpered and squirmed and was about to protest when the brunette continued, "That is to be your punishment. Because you touched something you shouldn't have, you don't get to touch me until I say so… and I am not feeling very generous tonight."
The look in Regina's eyes was one Emma rarely saw, but when it appears, she is doomed to be a teased sub for the rest of the night. It's not as though she hated playing sub on occasion; it's when she's unprepared for it that makes it true torture. Emma knew she was in for a rough time.
Regina ran her hands up her fiancé's sides once more, relishing Emma grasping at the sheets tight trying to hold back. She was already losing, though, judging by the sound of desperate breaths, and Regina smirked in her devilish way. Funny, she thought; a thing that used to strike fear into adults and children alike now throws gasoline on Emma's raging fire. Holding eye contact with the blonde, Regina undid the button on her ridiculously tight jeans and peeled them expertly down her legs – a skill they'd finally perfected after much practice. Regina leaned down and rubbed her chest against Emma's, looking into her eyes. She licked her lips slowly as Emma closed her eyes tight, basking in the feeling of their chests pressed together.
Something about this simple act drove Emma wild. She knew Regina was purposely trying to make her misbehave. But Emma set her resolve only as a drunk person can. She thought to herself, I am a good sub. I will behave for my Queen.
It was then Regina pressed her face to Emma's neck and started sucking, working her way to her earlobe. A groan rumbled in Emma's chest before being cut off with a sharp gasp. Emma was being rewarded for staying still. Regina continued her praise by leaving little bites on her earlobe and jaw, along with overtly sexy and desperate gasping in her ear. Out of context, Emma would look at her incredulously, but at that moment, the high-pitched squeals and gasps were causing Emma to soak through her panties.
"You're so obedient tonight, aren't you, my little Princess?"
"Yes…" Emma gasped quickly, simultaneously answering and begging for more.
"Good girl." The Queen's eyes darkened at the sight of Emma's already panty-less state, her folds glistening in the low light.
Emma blushed a little in response to the silence and said, "I was going to surprise you later."
"And what a wonderful surprise for me."
Regina pulled back and slapped Emma right at her center, hard. With that, Emma drew in a sharp gasp, instinctively reaching to grab the wrist that had slapped her. Pleasure rippled from her throbbing core and out to her limbs, but Regina was on to her.
She deftly intercepted Emma's hand, grabbing and pinning it above her head. From the crook of Emma's neck, Regina growled, "WHAT did I say, Miss Swan?"
It took a couple of sharp, gasping breaths to gain enough control to answer, "No touching."
"To whom are you speaking," she demanded, squeezing Emma's arm harder.
"No touching, Your Majesty."
"I don't think I can trust you with your arms free like this." Regina leaned back from Emma, assessing the situation. She quickly cuffed Emma's hands above her head to the golden bars of her headboard. She then ran a finger from Emma's clit, up her stomach, and tapped her nose. "That should hold you."
Emma actually whined in frustration. Why did she have to do that?
Regina climbed on top of Emma straddling her at those delectable hips.
"Hmm what should I do with you," Regina mused to herself out loud. "Should I… tease you mercilessly until you beg me to make you come?"
Emma's nostrils flared as she bit her lip.
"Or… should I use you for my own pleasure and leave you hanging? What a conundrum."
Regina began gently rocking her hips as she reached back slowly to undo the clasp of her bra with one hand, letting it drift down her arms. She reached up and grasped the bars above Emma's hands, removing her panties before slowly dropping her chest down just out of reach of Emma's mouth. The Queen hummed as she dangled her breasts in front of the incorruptible Princess.
Emma was hypnotized by these wonderful gifts to mankind. It was taking all the strength she possessed not to latch on. Without her realizing it, her tongue slipped out of her open mouth, reaching for the pert nipples. It followed their movements like a snake entranced by its charmer.
Regina let out an evil chuckle as she sat up once more, depriving Emma of her favorite things in all the realms. "Don't be so naïve, Emma dear…only good girls get to play with these."
The blonde whimpered audibly.
"In fact," Regina continued, "I think it's my turn."
"NO!" Emma had shouted, forgetting herself. She saw fire in Regina's eyes as the brunette reached down to sharply grasp Emma's chin.
"What did you say, peasant?"
This just wasn't fair. Regina knew that this particular display was without a doubt the Savior's Achilles heel. If Regina started this, their exploits would no longer be considered fair punishment. Watching Regina touch herself, even above the waist, fell under the category of pure, unadulterated torture.
It took all the remaining strength in Emma's pleasure-addled body to squeak out, "I said, 'Please continue, my-my-my Majesty.'" Dammit. Stammering in front of Regina always embarrassed her.
Regina smirked, relinquishing Emma's chin. "That's what I thought, Princess. Now, I command you to watch."
The Savior drew in a gasping breath and gulped, fully aware of what she was in for, and yet not ready all at the same time. She watched as her Queen tilted her head back luxuriously, bringing her hands up to ghost over her hardened peaks. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her lips parted ever so slightly in ecstasy as she tugged softly at the left one, tweaking the right in tandem. She continued in this manner for several excruciating moments before letting out a long, low moan and lifting her head to look down at her prisoner. Emma wouldn't be surprised if she had actually been drooling onto the silk sheets, as she had lost all real sensation in her body.
"Mmm, you love to watch me, don't you, Princess?"
Emma nodded obediently.
"Speak."
She swallowed hard, then managed, "I love to watch you, Your Majesty."
"Of course you do, you filthy girl."
Now the Queen was palming breasts almost too big for even her strong hands to handle, and yet somehow she managed quite well. As she kneaded the perfect globes Emma longed to touch, she began rhythmically thrusting her hips and looking down to watch Emma squirm. Their mounds were creating agonizingly beautiful friction, and while Regina was still a tad bit evil at heart, she recognized an honest plea for help from her fiancé when she saw one.
"Emma?"
"Yes, My Queen?"
"Do you think you deserve my pussy in your mouth after you were such a bad girl this evening?"
Breathlessly, Emma replied, "I deserve nothing, Your Majesty. But if it pleases Your Highness, I would love to pleasure you."
Growing impatient herself, the Queen made her move toward the head rails, grasping them like a champ, her gloriously wet folds mere centimeters from the Savior's mouth.
"It does, Princess. Now – eat me."
Without hesitation, Emma pressed her face into Regina's hot center. Emma hummed, finally getting the contact she craved. But instead of slaking Emma's lust, it only served to stoke the fire. Groaning, she could already taste how close Regina was, and it only inspired Emma to work harder to please her.
She strained her neck as far as it would go to get as close as she could to her Queen; pressing her tongue further. Regina bit her lip with a smile as she rode Emma's face, matching the furious pace set by the Princess. As they raced to Regina's peak, Emma's movements became desperate for the conquest. Sucking Regina's clit into her mouth, almost drowning in her wet cunt, Emma could barely make out just what the Queen was saying.
"Oh- Em, Oh my God. Right there. Right. There!"
Regina's semi-coherent cries turned into an indistinguishable mantra of gasps and moans.
Emma slowed her tongue down, rocking along with the thighs clenching her head while watching Regina writhe above her. When Regina sat back on Emma's hips with a satisfied sigh, Emma basked in all her glory and glistening lips. With a smirk and a shake of her hips, she caught Regina's attention once more.
"Do you want something?" Regina was playing oblivious.
Emma deflated a little as she shyly bit her lip and shrugged.
"What? You think that little display makes up for your insubordination?"
"I just thought- Well, I want… please Regina?"
The Queen held her imperial stare for a second longer before breaking it, "I suppose you have been a good little Princess for me just now."
She leaned down and gently rubbed her lips on Emma's, spreading her juices over both of their faces. She caressed Emma's taut stomach, lightly scratching her nails against her fiance's ribs.
"What shall it be, my love?"
Emma stayed quiet, breathing lightly, waiting for an answer to come to her, but her brain was too muddled by limitless possibilities – all more delicious than the next. Apparently, she waited a bit too long.
Regina tsked again. "Foolish girl. Don't you know I punish my subjects for not answering me?"
Emma felt her eyes uncontrollably roll to the back of her head, and heard herself say, "Please, my Queen. Punish me."
"Turn around and grasp the bars."
Emma did as she was told.
Regina took in the sight of her lover's bare back, blonde tendrils innocently falling around her impressive figure. Sometimes, seeing Emma bared for her like this made Regina wish she'd never cast the curse – it would have been so satisfying to corrupt the Princess in the Enchanted Forest out from under the Charmings' noses. But, no matter, she thought. Right now she had her right where she wanted her, and falling in love with Emma was undoubtedly the best ending to her story. The corner of her mouth raised into a half-smirk as she growled, "Now….bend over."
Emma mewled and again complied with Regina's demands. Her fiancé was hands down the best dirty-talker of all time, and Emma's core was pulsating in anticipation.
Regina observed with pleasure the perfect little round ass she used to stare intently at when it was perpetually covered with those absurdly tight blue jeans. Back then, it had taunted her – hanging in the balance just out of her reach. But now, she ran her hand freely and easily over the smooth, snow-white skin. She felt Emma shudder as she let a single finger glide down to dip into the blonde's dripping center.
Emma heard the Queen's lips smack around her perfectly manicured finger – relishing her lover's arousal.
"Mmm…" Regina reveled in the taste she could never get enough of. "Exquisite, my sweet."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Now…why don't you share with me the little fantasy in your head that's made you so wet for me?"
Emma gulped, hoping that she could get the words out. "I uh…if it pleases Your Highness…"
"Out with it, Swan."
"I want you to relentlessly take me from behind until I scream."
Her devilish grin returned. "That's better. Spread." Regina watched Emma's soaked folds part for her and wasted no time in thrusting right in and pumping her Princess with reckless abandon.
"OH – Gawwwd…Regina…"
"Yes, Princess?"
"Harder – unh please harder…."
Adding a third finger, Regina increased her pace and almost immediately felt Emma's walls tighten around her. This was a perfect time to strike. And strike was exactly what she did.
Regina's hand came down on Emma's bared ass, slapping hard three times in quick succession.
"GINA – I, I'm gonna –"
"NOT yet, peasant."
Emma turned her head slightly, looking like a dejected puppy. She hated when Regina teased her when she was this close.
"After what you've done, I think it's time for you to beg me for my forgiveness."
"But I –"
"DO IT."
Emma heaved a deep sigh. "My Queen, please forgive me for not obeying your command. You were so breath-taking, I just had to touch you. Please let me come for you – however your Majesty sees fit." Emma had given her a knowing look, and Regina raised an eyebrow with intrigue. Was she actually finally giving her permission?
"However I see fit?"
"Anything you want."
Emma winked, and Regina knew for sure. The blonde again assumed the position, but she wasn't quite ready for Regina's sharp pinch on her clit, and she gasped as she felt her ass cheeks spread and her Queen's glorious tongue lathing over and into her tightest hole. And God – why hadn't they been doing this all along? The coil at her core couldn't possibly have gotten any tighter, and with a slew of expletives mixed with her lover's name, Emma came, letting go of the bars and burying her face into the pillows. Breathing heavily and coming down from the best high she'd felt in a long time, she felt Regina's hand slide up her body, tangling in her hair and combing through it lightly.
"Mmm…maybe I should be bad more often…" Emma tilted her head slightly to peer up at the Queen.
Regina gripped tightly at a lock of Emma's hair to get her attention. Leaning down, she whispered in her ear, "I wouldn't recommend it."
Emma smiled and grabbed Regina around the waist, catching her off guard and rolling on top of her. Emma chuckled at hearing the normally regal woman squeal. "Come on, you have to admit you enjoyed yourself a little. Especially that last part…"
"As I recall, I think you did as well, Princess."
"I hate that I love it when you call me that."
"I know."
Emma couldn't resist kissing that smirk right off the Queen's face.
"I'm so happy I get to marry you tomorrow, Regina."
"And I'm so happy I finally found a way to irritate your mother and be with my true love."
Emma laughed. "Oh come on, babe. You know that my whole family loves you now, right?"
"Of course, dear. And in spite of myself, I have to admit they're not as insufferable as they used to be."
"That's what I thought." She kissed Regina's cheek softly before she got another idea. "So, you will be keeping that sexy cop getup…right?"
"Don't press your luck, Sherriff."
…
Thanks for reading! We'd love to hear your reviews.