An: This chapter is when the M rating really kicks in. If you're the least bit squeamish I recommend skipping this chapter, or even stopping the story completely. The smut only gets worse from her ladies and gentlemen. Enjoy!
Chapter 4
Regina's doorbell buzzed at five minutes to ten. She smiled. Lit another candle. Flicked her fingers through the flame. Made her wait.
The bell buzzed again, longer this time. Looking in the mirror that covered one entire wall of her dungeon's outer room, Regina smoothed her long, wavy hair with both hands. Checked her makeup. Ran her tongue over her teeth. Made her wait.
Buzz. Buzz-buzz. Buzzzz
Regina stoked the handle of her favorite whip. Traced the floral design she'd embroidered on her leather corset. Glanced at the clock. Two minutes until ten. Not yet.
The other woman laid on the buzzer. Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Regina chuckled.
She left the soundproof room and walked through the foyer to answer the door.
On her doorstep the tough angel she couldn't get out of her thoughts. Her name was Emma. Emma Swan. Tina, Killian's ex-fiancee who had privilege to such information, had spilled that sweet tidbit to Regina earlier that day. Yeah, Regina had swallowed her tough bitch facade long enough to ask Tina about a girl. Not her proudest moment. She didn't think Tina would tell anyone that she was interested in someone she shouldn't be.
Emma met her eyes and took a deep shuddering breath. "I thought I was late. That you wouldn't answer."
Just as cute as Regina remembered her. If she'd lose the piercings, bad attitude, and tattoos, she could have made a comfortable living as an Abercrombie and Fitch model. How did a girl this fine end up with a pain fetish? None of her business, Regina decided. She was just trying to make a living here. And hell, she might as well enjoy her work.
"Come in."
She entered. Glanced around looking excited and anxious.
Regina took her hand and led her to the zebra print love seat just outside the open door of her sanctum: the room where men and women alike spent most of their time on their knees. Regina and Emma sat side by side, inches separating their thighs. They needed to talk business so Regina knew what Emma wanted. How she wanted it. And for how long. Each customer was different. "What do you want me to call you, sugar?"
"Emma," she said.
"Is that short for something?"
She tensed, and a flash of deep emotional pain stole across her even features. "No. It's not."
"Whatever you prefer. I'll call you dog, slut, slave, pussy, bitch, Batman, whatever you like."
The blonde grinned and shifted her gaze to her hand, which rested on her knee. "Emma is fine."
That brief glimpse of her smile had Regina's belly quivering. She'd never been this stupid over a girl before, especially not one of her submissives. What was wrong with her? She was going to hit the other woman extra hard for making Regina want her.
She lifted her free hand and stroked the blonde's pale, soft cheek, trying to get Emma to look at her. The blonde's mouth fell open, and she tilted her head in Regina's direction, shuddering with contained desire. Oh fuck, yeah. She needed to get to work.
"Your safe word is mercy. Mercy, Your Majesty."
"I don't need a safe word."
Regina bit her lip to hold back her snort of amusement. "I specialize in corporal punishment."
"That's why I'm here."
Regina decided this girl was into the kind of stuff she was too squeamish to perform. "There's something you should know before I start. I refuse to break the skin. I don't do hooks or barbed wire. I won't nail your labia to the floor. If you get off on that kind of thing, I have a couple colleagues I could refer you to, but I won't go that far, no matter how much you pay me."
The other woman shook her head. "I just want you to hit me."
Regina laughed. "That I do. And I do it well."
"Can we get started now?"
Yeah they could. "Do you want mt to restrain you?"
"No."
"Gagged, hooded, collared?"
"Just fuckin' hit me, okay? I don't want to talk about it."
Regina would make her regret that disrespect. "You pay half your tribute now. Half when we're finished."
"How much?"
"Two hundred for ten minutes."
"How much for two hours?"
Regina's eyes widened. "Two hours?"
The blonde nodded curtly, avoiding her gaze.
"Sugar, I don't think-"
"How much?"
The longest Regina had ever gone was forty minutes. Emma must not know what she was in for. Some dommes spent the majority of the session teasing, but she liked to get right down to business. Her theory was spare the whip and spoil the slave. She didn't tie people up and leave them in the middle of the floor for two hours while she painted her fingernails, and then spanked them for three minutes before sending them home. She spanked first. Whipped second. If they made it that far. But if Emma wanted to pay her for two hours, she was more than happy to take her money. "Two grand." Hot chick discount.
The blonde opened her wallet and retrieved ten crisp one-hundred dollar bills.
Regina folded the cash and slid it into her leather bodice. "No refunds."
"Fine." She stood. "Where?"
A woman of few words. Regina really was starting to like this girl.
"I want to make it clear that I'm not a prostitute. You aren't buying sex. I don't have sex with clients."
"I know how this works."
"Good." She climber to her feet and took Emma's hand. "Follow me."
Regina led her to the sanctum ans slid the heavy door closed behind them. It clanged shut. She bolted it and checked the panic button to make sure it was functional. She'd never had to use it and doubted she would now, but even a girl who was an expert in self-defense and knew how to use a whip might need assistance from the police or a paramedic at some point.
Emma glanced around with interest. The room was perfectly square, with padding on three walls to muffle sound. The mirror on the fourth wall was for clients who liked to watch while Regina inflicted pain. If they didn't want to watch themselves cry and beg, she could slide the heavy, velvet curtain across it. There was a second room where she stored extra instruments and cleaned and sanitized the tools of her trade after each session.
Emma examined the implements on a table against one wall.
"Something there catch your fancy?" Regina asked.
"I'd like to try them all." Emma glanced at her over her shoulder, her green eyes meeting Regina's unflinchingly. "Repeatedly, and in excess."
Regina covered her surprise with a laugh. "You're going to regret giving me complete freedom, Emma. I'm known for my viciousness."
"I look forward to it."
She smiled, and Regina's heart skipped a beat. My god, she was probably the cutest girl Regina had ever encountered anyway, but when she smiled... Regina swallowed and gave herself a mental shake. She couldn't afford to be attracted to a client. Not even one who made her wet on sight.
"You ready to start?"
"Yes."
She stepped close to Emma, her nose inches from the blonde's. "Yes, Your Majesty." Her voice was hard.
Emma shuddered, watching her through half-lowered lids. "Yes, Your Majesty."
"Take your clothes off."
"All of them?"
Regina gritted her teeth and poked her in the center of her chest with one finger. "Don't question me. Never fucking question me. Understand?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Emma removed her leather coat, T-shirt, boots and socks. Nice body. Lean with sculpted muscles. Decorated here and there with tattoos. Regina wished she had time to examine them more closely, but she had to pretend she held no regard for the blonde. That she was insignificant. That she was privileged to get any attention from Regina. Even her abuse. Especially her abuse. It was one of the most important components of the game they played.
Emma hesitated, clutching the waistband of her jeans. "I don't wear underwear."
"What? You think I care about seeing your pussy? Do you think it's special? That it might hold my interest?"
Emma trained her gaze on the floor. "No, Your Majesty,"
"Then strip."
She took off her jeans. It turned out her pussy was something special. Swollen. Beautiful. Dripping. And completely shaved. Regina's own pussy throbbed at the sight of it. Okay, so she was interested, but she couldn't let the blonde know that.
"Do I excite you, Emma?" she asked with a sardonic grin. It had been a long time since she'd wanted to fuck a woman. Any woman. And she'd never wanted to fuck a client.
Until now.
"Yes, Your Majesty." The blonde gasped. "You make me wet. Punish me."
"Down on your knees."
Emma hesitated. She didn't look at Regina when she said, "No."
"No?"
So she wanted to play. Regina did like a challenge. She rarely got one.
"I just want you to hurt me. I don't want to grovel or be humiliated." When she tilted her head to look at the darker woman, there was defiance in her eyes. Defiance? She wasn't a submissive? Then why was she here? What in the hell did she need Regina for?
Regina watched her struggle to repress her defiance and decided that she did want to submit. She just needed more encouragement than most. Regina's typical clients would already be crawling around on their hands and knees, begging for pain, and then crying for mercy.
"If you want me to hurt you, you'll do as I say," Regina said in a dangerous growl. She slid her hand over Emma's lower back and the blonde tensed. Regina tried to ignore the thrill of excitement that trembled in her belly when she touched the other woman. "And if you think you can talk to me without addressing me properly, I'm going to fucking gag you. You will always address me with respect. As Your Majesty." She grabbed Emma's nipple and twisted. What she really wanted to do was knock the other woman off her feet and sit on her face for about an hour. It was the look in the girl's eye. The strength. So unlike what Regina was used to. It made it difficult for her to stay in her dominant character. Made her want to submit to the blonde. And that was entirely unacceptable. Without even trying, she had managed to throw Regina off her game, and she didn't appreciate it. It pissed her off.
Regina gritted her teeth. "Don't look at me like that, Emma."
The defiance never left the other woman's eyes, but she lowered her gaze. To hide it. When Regina released her nipple, the blonde took several deep breaths. "I apologize, Your Majesty."
Her unusual mix of strength and weakness drove Regina crazy.
"If you want to feel the bite of my whip, Emma, you'll get down on your . knees."
Struggling with her pride, Emma dropped to her knees at Regina's feet. The blonde didn't look at her. Kept her eyes downcast. No doubt she was still hiding her defiance from Regina. She'd relieve the blonde of it soon enough. Regina lifted her foot and pressed her spiked heel into Emma's chest. "Kiss it."
Again the blonde hesitated. This one would be fun to break. Regina couldn't wait to get started.
She waited patiently. The minutes ticked by slowly. Her leg was getting tired by the time Emma pecked the sole of her boot. "Forgive me, Your Majesty."
"Stand, Emma."
She stood. No hesitation there.
Regina grabbed a thick, red rope that was hooked to a ring in the wall. She pulled it out straight and handed it to Emma. The blonde wrapped it around her left wrist and gripped the taut rope with a bruised left hand. Regina handed her a second rope affixed to the opposite wall. Emma wrapped that one around the black leather cuff on her right wrist and gripped the rope with her right hand. With her arms extended to the sides, it left her back exposed for Regina's work, and gave her a wonderful view of the blonde's hot body. She wasn't tall, but had a perfect physique. Especially that tight little ass of hers. Damn, her one major weakness when it came to women. A perfect ass. And it couldn't get any better than this. A gentle curve. Tender cheek. Slight indentation on the lateral sides. Regina could write sonnets about that ass, but Emma hadn't paid her to ogle her gorgeous naked body. Regina had work to do.
She would start light and increase the intensity until she found Emma's happy place. Regina didn't know her tolerance for pain and had to seek the blonde's threshold before she could do her real work. Finding Emma's edge and driving her just beyond it. Not too far. Never too far. But taking the blonde exactly where she wanted to be. Beyond pain. Where euphoria ruled.
Selecting a smooth, round wooden paddle from her table, Regina moved to stand beside Emma. Their eyes met in the mirror.
"Have you been naughty, Emma? Do you need a spanking?" The musky scent of the blonde's excitement engulfed Regina, and her nipples tightened.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Emma said breathlessly.
Regina dropped the Evil Queen act for a moment to whisper to the other woman. "Yell all you want, Emma. The room is soundproof. No one will hear you. I will hit you until you say, 'Mercy, Your Majesty.' Do you understand?" She slapped the blonde's ass with the paddle, careful to make it sting, but not leave a bruise.
Emma didn't even flinch, much less yell.
"What do you say to get me to stop?" Regina prompted.
When the other woman didn't respond, Regina rubbed her hand over the blonde's ass, her hip, her thigh. The firm muscle of her flank quivered beneath the darker woman's touch. "Tell me, Emma, or I'm finished."
"I don't need a safe word."
Regina dropped her hand and stepped away. "Then I'm done. Put your clothes on."
"Mercy, Your Majesty," Emma said.
Regina smiled to herself. She was starting to understand how this one ticked. She touched her paddle to the other woman's ass. "That's good. Say it again so you don't forget."
"Mercy, Your Majesty," the blonde whispered.
"Now don't say it unless you mean it. The second you say it, I promise to stop no matter how much I'm enjoying your agony."
Emma swallowed hard and nodded.
Regina struck her ass with her paddle, watching the woman's reaction to determine when she was near her limit. Harder. In the same place. Again. Again. Regina knew the sweet spot. The tender place on the buttocks that stung like the dickens when swatted. Emma glanced at her as if to ask her when she was going to start.
"You've been very naughty, haven't you?" Regina said, rubbing the blonde's ass with her bare hand. She usually did that to ease the sting so her client could take more pain, but in Emma's case, she just really wanted to touch the other woman.
"Hurt me, Your Majesty. Please, hurt me."
Regina moved to something more vicious. She skipped the riding crop and selected the three short whips attached to a handle. She struck Emma's back with a loud crack. Most people would have cried out. Emma didn't even twitch. In the mirror, Regina saw her eyes were glazed with pain. Not physical pain. Emotional pain. Deep and scarring. Why did she have the sudden, ridiculous urge to hug the blonde? Regina struck her harder. Harder. Harder than she normally would, watching the welts rise in threes on the woman's skin. Regina didn't usually take anyone this close to bloodletting. Why did the blonde refuse to cry out or beg for mercy? Could she even feel pain?
Feeling twinges of frustration, Regina tossed the short whips aside and grabbed her bullwhip from the table. It cracked loudly as the tip snapped and left a red stripe along Emma's side. A second strike wrapped around her body and left a welt on her belly. Her thigh. Her chest. Her back again. She didn't react. Not once. The only indication that she felt anything was the occasional twitch above her left eye. She wasn't even gripping the ropes very tightly.
Where the fuck was this girls' threshold? Regina wasn't sure how much harder she could hit the blonde. And the usual signs she recognized to help her locate a person's limit were all missing.
"Am I hurting you at all?"
Not enough," Emma whispered. "Make me bleed."
Regina refused to make her bleed, bu there were other things she could do to break the woman. And that's what Emma needed. She needed to be broken. Regina would drive her to her knees. Make her beg Regina ti stop. The blonde would submit to her, even if it took all night.
The Evil Queen tossed her whip aside and returned to the table. She blew out a candle. Tested the melted wax with her fingertips and jerked them back. Hot! She stared Emma in the face and splashed the wax up her chest and neck. "How's that?" Regina sputtered. "Did that hurt?"
"Do I make you angry, Your Majesty?"
Regina had never met a woman she couldn't break, and yes, the blonde's silent suffering—her stoicism—angered her. The girl had to be in a lot of pain, but for all she showed. Regina might as well be tickling her with a feather.
"I'm not angry. I'm trying to figure out how to make you submit."
"No one ever has before," Emma told her. "but you're doing a fine job trying. Don't stop now."
"Don't patronize me."
"Do you have a flog? With knots?"
Regina flogged her, first with her nylon flog with its three dozen, foot-long, stinging straps. And then with her knotted leather flog that left the blonde's skin a mess of crisscrossed welts. She didn't flinch. Didn't protest. Regina took up a thick wooden rod and caned the other woman more than dozen times against her already raw back. Careful to avoid vital organs, such as kidneys, Regina grunted with exertion as each strike landed between the blonde's shoulders. Caned her. Regina never resorted to such vicious caning. Didn't use the cane very often, as it wasn't usually necessary. And still Emma made no protest. Regina wasn't even enjoying this. The feeling of power that usually infused her when she served her slaves was nonexistent. Her temper flared.
Emma glanced at her over her shoulder. "If you're getting tired-"
"Shut up."
Regina took up her bullwhip again and vented her increasing frustration on the other woman's back. She wasn't even in her role as dominatrix as she cracked her whip. She just wanted the blonde to cry out. Just once. Any indication that Regina was getting through to her would be appreciated. She needed that. To know she was in control. She didn't want to admit that she wasn't. Or that as long as she let Emma get to her, she was the one in control. Regina struck the backs of the other woman's thighs, realizing how much that fucking hurt, but the blonde took it. She took it and calmly waited for Regina to continue.
"Damn it, Emma! Work with me." She struck Emma across the back again. An angry red stripe appeared. Not a welt. Blood.
Emma gasped softly.
Regina dropped her whip. She prided herself as a professional in causing all the pain, but never drawing blood. What she'd done to Emma hadn't been professional. Regina had been frustrated. Angry. She;d never become angry during a session before. Of course, she'd never met someone she couldn't break in ten minutes or whose threshold for pain was this far above normal. Maybe the blonde was just juiced up on painkillers or something. She didn't look stoned, but Regina couldn't think of any other plausible reason for her to accept so much pain so easily. Regina paused behind Emma, gently touching the raw skin above the bleeding gash that ran diagonally from shoulder to spine.
"I'm so sorry, Emma. I didn't mean..."
"Thank you, Your Majesty, may I have another?"
"No." Regina shook her head vigorously. "No! Your session's over"
"I paid for two hours."
"Then I'll give you your money back."
"You said no refunds."
Regina circled Emma's body to face her and stared into her eyes. Never had she seen so much pain in a woman so young. She wasn't using Regina for release. She was taking Regina's abuse and internalizing it, adding it to what already existed and building upon the ache inside her. Regina knew Emma felt every lash of her whip. Knew she had hurt the blonde far more than she'd been letting on. Why did she refuse to crumble? Regina didn't get it.
"Whatever it is that's eating you alive, you have to let it go," she murmured, stroking Emma's brow, her smooth cheek, and her angled jaw with tender fingertips. "Let it go, Emma."
The blonde's jaw set. She shook her head slightly. I'd rather be gutted alive."
Regina's hand still cupping the side of her face, she tilted her head and eased closer until a fraction of an inch separated their lips. Regina shouldn't kiss her. She wanted to, but... Leaning away slightly, her eyes searched the blonde's. As much as she wanted Emma physically, it was more important to help her. Take that anguished shadow from her gaze. Take it away.
Take it.
Regina's lips brushed Emma's, light as a feather. Emma shuddered, emitting a huff of air, and her lips parted to coax Regina closer for a deeper kiss. Regina devoured her mouth, intoxicated by the other woman's taste, her scent. A deep longing hollowed her core, leaving her empty and wanting. Regina pressed her leather-clad bosom against Emma's own breasts, her free hand circling the blonde's back to press her closer. The stickiness of her blood against Regina's fingertips reminder her of what she'd done to the other woman.
Regina pulled away, knowing that kiss had been all her idea. She couldn't lay any of the blame on the blonde. Emma was still holding on to the ropes, her fists tight and knuckles white.
"I want you, Your Majesty," she growled.
Regina's lips parted, her nipples tightened, and her pussy swelled until it throbbed relentlessly. She wanted the blonde too, but she never had sex with clients. She sighed with remorse. "The name's Regina." She uncoiled the rope from Emma's right wrist, and she released her grip. "Let's go take care of that wound."
"It's nothing," Emma insisted. "Finish me."
"It is something, and I am finished with you. You paid for professional treatment, and I got carried away. I apologize for breaking your trust. I drew blood. That was unacceptable."
"I don't think so, but fine. If you're not into this, I'll go." Emma released the second rope and moved to the edge of the room to find her clothes.
Regina didn't want her to go. She wanted the blonde inside her. Inside Regina, not the Evil Queen, but it was the Evil Queen Emma wanted. She'd said so herself.
Before Emma could slide into her pants, Regina took her hand and yanked her toward the bolted door.
"You're not going anywhere until I dress that cut," she said.
Emma didn't protest, allowing Regina to open the door and lead her through the foyer to a second part of her domicile—her private living quarters. She'd never brought a client into her personal home before, but now that their business transaction was over, Regina wasn't thinking of the blonde as a client. She tapped a code into the lock's keypad and pushed open the reinforced door that separated her home from her dungeon.
After securing the door behind them, she led Emma to her bedroom and urged the blonde to sit on the edge of her bed while she went to the connecting bathroom for antibiotic ointment and bandages. Regina pulled the thousand dollars still in her bodice out, tossed it into the sink, and carried the first-aid supplies back to her bedroom. She found Emma where she'd left her, with her eyes closed, breathing deeply through her nose.
"What are you doing?" Regina asked.
Emma started and turned her head to look at Regina standing in the doorway. As her gaze drifted over the dark-haired woman's body, she grew extremely wet again. Good. Regina wanted her wet. Wet and swollen, so she could soothe the blonde with her flesh. And Emma could take care of that deep ache between her thighs.
"I'm trying to calm down." Emma kept breathing deeply through her nose. Hoping to cool off before she creamed her panties.
"You don't want to fuck me?"
"You don't fuck clients," Emma reminded her.
"True. The Evil Queen never fucks her clients." Regina climbed up onto the bed behind the other woman. Emma watched over her shoulder as Regina applied antibiotic ointment and a few bandages in places that were still seeping blood. Regina hoped it didn't scar. The blonde had such a beautiful body. She'd hate to think she'd caused it permanent damage. Regina pressed a kiss to Emma's skin, just above the gash. "I told you, your session is over. If you want to fuck the Evil Queen, she's off duty, but if you want to fuck Regina, she's willing."
She slid her arms around Emma's body, loving the feel of soft breasts and ripped abs beneath her palms. Regina enjoyed the feeling of the blonde's six pack under her fingertips while she sucked her earlobe and the silver earring that decorated it into her mouth. Ears. Another weakness of hers.
"Regina," Emma whispered.
The sound of her name on the other woman's lips wrapped around Regina's heart and squeezed. She shouldn't get tangled up with this one. Regina could already tell she'd be sad to see the blonde go, whether she left in thirty minutes, thirty days, or thirty years. Damn it anyway. Regina had a soft spot for these tragic, quiet types. And a defiant submissive? Good lord, how was she supposed to resit that combination? She almost hoped Emma sucked in bed. It would make it easier to discard her. Regina had no use for a woman. Any woman. Not even this one, who seemed custom-made to her specifications.
Regina released the other woman's earlobe, and Emma turned, crawling up on the bed to face Regina. The blonde tugged Regina against her and kissed her, sucking on her lips with tender abandon. If she fucked half as good as she kissed, Regina was done for. She clung to Emma's ruined back, opening her mouth to accept the blonde's exploratory tongue. Emma didn't probe and thrust like some uncouth animal. She stroked and caressed Regina's lips and mouth so tenderly it made her heart swell. While Emma kissed her, the blonde's fingers methodically worked at the clasps on the back of her leather bustier. Unhurried, Emma released the fastenings one by one, her fingertips brushing every inch of Regina's spine as they moved downward. Emma loosened the garment until nothing held it in place but the proximity of their intertwined bodies.
Her fingers found the smooth skin of Regina's back. They dug into her flesh as the blonde ground Regina's body against her own and then Emma's touch softened, gently stroking, coaxing a soft sigh from Regina's throat. Emma eased her onto her back, robbing Regina's mouth oh hers, as the blonde lifted her head to look down at Regina.
"Your beauty steals my breath," Emma murmured.
"Your kiss steals mine."
Emma smiled and cupped Regina's face in both hands. The blonde kissed her cheeks, the tip of her nose, her eager lips. Regina spread her thighs for Emma, and she settled between them. One strong hand moved to the margin where the leather of Regina's boot ended and the flesh of her thigh began. Emma's mouth moved over the dark-haired woman's chin to her throat, where the blonde suckled and kissed Regina's sensitive flesh until she thought she might cry from the care Emma showed her.
Emma shifted onto one elbow and peeled Regina bustier from her body. She tossed the stiff garment aside, and grinned crookedly at the sight of her breasts. "Very nice."
Regina's heart thudded. That smile of hers. If she hadn't already been utterly seduced by the blonde woman, that would have done it.
Regina's nipples pebbled beneath the blonde's heavy gaze. Emma didn't touch or kiss her excited flesh, only stared as if in utter awe. Regina felt like the most beautiful woman in the world at that moment. And then Emma slid down her body to suck her nipple into her mouth.
Regina gasped, her fingers stealing into Emma's curled blond hair. She held Emma to her breast. Regina's back arched and she shuddered with pleasure. Emma's hand moved to Regina's free breast, and she cupped it gently, caressing the nipple with her thumb. The blonde used a rhythm that matched the strokes of her tongue, No awkward plucking and brutal squeezing from this girl. The woman knew how to please a breast.
"Emma", the dark-haired woman murmured. "Emma."
Regina squirmed, wriggling her hips from side to side, wanting Emma to fill her body with her own. Regina could feel Emma's wetness on her thigh, and she cried out.
Oh God, Emma. Take me.
Regina was ready for her. Probably had been the moment she'd noticed the blonde striding across the room back at the club. Emma lifted her head, blessed Regina with a gentle smile, and then shifted her head to take the other breast into her hot mouth. Emma sucked hard, and then rubbed the flat of her tongue against Regina's budded nipple. Sucked hard again. Rubbed. Sucked. Regina quivered beneath her, the throbbing ache between her thighs unbearable.
"Emma." Regina cried desperately.
Emma's hands slid over her rib cage, and the blonde moved down her body, trailing tender kisses down the center of Regina's belly. Emma made love to Regina's navel with her tongue until Regina thought she'd explode. Sliding further down, Emma shifted until her face was even with Regina's crotch. Regina's thighs trembled in anticipation. Emma must smell her sex and feel the heat coming from it. She was so hot. So wet.
Waiting.
Wanting.
"Emma, please."
"Shhh, Regina. Don't rush it."
Emma lowered her head and kissed the inner surface of Regina's thigh.
Regina gasped, her pussy clenching, so close to release she knew she'd explode the second Emma finally possessed her. But Emma didn't claim her. The blonde kissed a trail down the inside of Regina's thigh. Emma then started her slow journey down Regina's leg. Unzipping her boot as she went, the blonde's lips and tongue forged a gentle path of pleasure from thigh to toe. When she finished, Regina's boot lay discarded somewhere on the floor. And the dark-haired woman was clinging to the bedclothes.
"Emma, you're driving me crazy."
Emma chuckled. Regina loved the sound of her laugh. Light and airy. Happy. Could a woman so consumed by pain feel happiness?
Regina lifted her head and gazed down at the blonde as she crawled her way up Regina's body to work on her other leg. Emma was smiling to herself as she plucked Regina's panties on the way past, as if to say, this is next on my list of things to pleasure with my sinful mouth. Regina's breath came out in an excited huff.
Yes, Emma. There. She couldn't wait. Couldn't wait to feel Emma's tongue against her clit. Stroking her fluid-drenched lips. Writhing in her pussy. Oh! Please, hurry.
Emma worked her way down Regina's other leg, the blonde's long hair tickling against the inside of her thigh. Regina was panting and thrashing with excitement when Emma moved back up her body. The blonde ran her finger under the elastic of Regina's black satin panties. She shuddered.
Regina's back arched at the thought of Emma inside her. Filling her. Fucking her. Oh God, Emma, I need you. Inside me. Immediately.
Emma slid Regina's panties off, the blonde's hands skimming her thighs, the backs of her knees, calves, and ankles. Emma tossed the undergarment aside and spread the darker woman's legs wide. Cool air bathed Regina's hot, aching flesh. Emma's warm breath stirred against her wet skin. Regina groaned.
Regina was glad she'd waxed every bit of her pubic hair when Emma drew one exposed and swollen labium into her mouth, sucking until Regina thought she'd go mad, sliding her wicked tongue over the slick inner surface until Regina's hips bucked. Emma suckled her way to her mound. The blonde's tongue brushed the hood of skin that covered her clit, and Regina cried out in delirious torment. Emma suckled her other swollen lip, swirled her tongue in the empty, wet well between them much too briefly, and scraped her chin over Regina's tender asshole. Emma plunged her tongue inside the puckered orifice and then slid it up to bury it inside Regina's throbbing pussy. Regina's mouth fell open.
"Emma, Emma!" She grabbed the blonde's hair, yanking upward hard.
Emma shuddered and then fucked Regina with her tongue, thrusting it as deep as possible and withdrawing, before thrusting inside again. The blonde slid the tip of one finger in Regina's ass, removed her tongue from Regina's pussy, and replaced it with two fingers on the same hand. Regina's body strained against Emma's hand as she burrowed her fingers deeper, deeper, wriggling them inside her, spreading her wide. And then, the blonde sucked Regina's clit into her mouth.
Regina exploded with ripples of unparalleled delight.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she screamed as Emma sucked her clit, the blonde's tongue stroking the engorged flesh, her fingers writhing inside Regina's clenching pussy, and her delighted asshole.
Too quickly, Emma pulled away and moved up Regina's body until they were face-to-face. She licked Regina's juices off her fingers, murmuring delighted sounds in the back of her throat.
Emma lowered her head and kissed Regina, before putting one of her legs between Regina's own. When their clits lined up perfectly, Emma began slowly grinding her body against the one below her. When the blonde finally possessed Regina completely, she started moving her body in sync with Emma's.
"You're beautiful," Emma murmured, brushing her lips against Regina's. "Your body—bliss."
Regina didn't know how the blonde managed to make her feel so loved. Love? Now there's a sentiment she didn't typically consider when a woman was between her thighs.
Emma started grinding a little faster. She watched Regina closely. It was as if her own pleasure didn't matter to her—only Regina's. Emma's rhythm, relentless and perfect, tugged Regina willingly up the slope toward release, spiraling closer to nirvana. The blonde's deep strokes were neither too slow, nor too fast. Just right.
Once Emma found Regina's rhythm, she kissed the dark-haired woman's neck while she made love to her, brushed the backs of her hands over her skin, rubbed her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, and drove Regina utterly mad with desire. Regina had never known a woman to continue with foreplay throughout the entire experience. Emma worked every pleasure point on her body as she moved over her. Going so far as to rub her big toe over the instep of Regina's foot every so often, after she discovered it made Regina shudder with unexpected delight. Regina closed her eyes and let Emma have complete control. She'd never given her power to another woman so effortlessly. She always struggled with this, but not with Emma. Why? Regina was too delirious to consider the reason.
After a long while of inflicting her perfect pleasure, Emma's breath hitched, and Regina opened her eyes to find the blonde biting her lip. "I waited too long," she gasped. "Can I come now?"
Emma was asking her?
"Yeah go ahead." Emma had more than earned her release.
It was as if something inside the blonde snapped. She tore into Regina like an animal. She wrapped her arms around the backs of Regina's thighs and folded her in half. Emma fucked her hard, grinding herself on Regina's thigh. Regina cried out, unable to distinguish between pleasure and pain, knowing only that she loved it and didn't want Emma to stop. She liked the harsh contrast of being fucked after the considerate tender lovemaking Emma had showed her before.
"Yes, Emma!" she screamed. "Fuck me."
"Hurt me," the blonde countered.
Regina's nails dug into Emma's stomach. The blonde groaned.
Regina drew her hands down, leaving eight parallel scratches down Emma's abdomen. The blonde shuddered, her head tilting to the side, her mouth falling open in ecstasy. "God, yes," she growled.
Regina grabbed her nipple, twisting viciously.
Emma lowered her head to kiss her. Regina bit her lip until she tasted Emma's blood. The blonde didn't resist her cruelty, but rose up on her knees so she could grind harder.
Regina cried out, close to orgasm.
Emma's lip now free of the other woman's bite, she lifted her head and looked down at Regina. "Do you want to come hard?"
Well, of course she did. What kind of question was that?
"Yes, Emma. Make me come hard."
"Don't take your eyes off mine."
Emma continued to grind onto her, driving Regina closer to the edge.
Regina stared at her, lost in the blonde's intense gaze. Emma watched her as if looking for the exact moment to let go and join the other woman in bliss.
Regina felt a connection to Emma—deeply personal, more than sex. More than she wanted to experience with some woman she scarcely knew. Regina's heart thudded hard in her chest. For a short instant, Emma let Regina see her. That internal part of her troubled psyche she hid from the world. Regina's breath caught, and she held it even after her lungs began to sting in protest.
Unexpectedly, Regina's womb contracted. A spasm gripper her pussy. Ripples of release sent her body into convulsions, and she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer.
Oh God, she was coming. And coming. And coming. Emma rubbed against her harder. "Regina, hurt me. I need..."
The instant Regina dug her fingers into Emma's raw back, the blonde's body shuddered against hers as she orgasmed. Emma rubbed her face against the hollow of Regina;s neck as she called out. They clung to each other, bodies writhing in mutual bliss.
Emma paused and lifted her head. Her voice sounded distant. "Breathe, baby. Take a breath."
Breath? What did she mean?
"Regina!" Emma shook he by both shoulders.
Regina gasped, glorious air filling her stinging lungs, and came again. Came even harder than when that first orgasm had gripped her in that intense moment of personal connection she didn't quite understand. Regina cried out, rocking her hips to work against Emma's thigh between her own. Regina's entire body writhed with ecstasy, twisting her into an involuntary spasm of delight.
That had been fucking amazing.
When her body stilled. Emma moved her arms from the backs of her thighs so Regina could stretch her legs out straight. She rubbed Regina's hips to alleviate the ache, and then cupped her face in both hands to gently kiss her lips.
"You okay?" Emma whispered. She rubbed the tip of her nose against Regina's cheek, the blonde's lips tickling the skin near her ear. "I think you forgot how to breathe there for a second."
"I'm more than okay," Regina said deliriously. "What was that?"
"What?" Emma rubbed her lips over Regina's jaw.
"I can't explain it. I don't know if it was how hard you were fucking me or the way you were looking at me or something else. It was..."
"Exciting?"
"Exciting? That was fucking unbelievable. Do it again, please."
Emma lifted her head and stared down into her eyes. The blonde looked utterly stunned. "You don't hate me now?"
"How could I hate you after that? I've never experienced anything like it in my life. It was wonderful."
"Even though I couldn't come until you hurt me?"
"If that's what you need to get off, I'm perfectly fine with it."
Emma smiled. "This is usually the part where the woman calls me a sick bitch, grabs her clothes, and runs out of the room naked without a backwards glance."
"I'm not running."
Emma's smile widened, causing Regina's heart to stutter stupidly in her chest. "I noticed. Will you whip me again? I'll take it better now that I'm not so sexually frustrated."
Regina grinned. "I'd be happy to. Will you fuck me again when you've had enough pain?"
Emma kissed her and rolled over. "If I'm still capable of moving."
Regina dragged herself from the bed, not ready to shake the afterglow still coursing through her body. She sighed and reached for her panties.
"You're getting dressed?" Emma asked.
"Don't you want me to whip you again?"
"Yeah, I want you to whip me—Regina, not the Evil Queen. I want you naked. I want the body I'm learning to please exposed while you hurt me."
"I can't, Emma. I'm not capable of hurting you as myself. I have to be in the domme role."
Emma cocked an eyebrow at her and ran her hand down the scratches on her chest. "Oh really?"
Regina ducked her head. She had hurt the blonde. And something about it excited her. "This is usually the part where the woman calls me a crazy bitch, grabs her clothes, and runs out of the room naked without a backwards glance."
"I'm not running." Emma held a hand out, and she crossed the room to take it.
Emma led Regina through her home, back into the foyer, and into the soundproof room. A cell phone was beeping in Emma's pile of clothes. She had a voice mail. Her brow furrowed. "Who could that be? No one ever calls me."
The blonde retrieved her phone from her leather jacket and listened to her message. Regina watched her expression change from confusion to horror. Emma reached for her clothes and started to dress.
"Sorry, but I have to go."
"Is something wrong?"
"Neal's in the hospital."
"Neal?"
"Sinners' rhythm guitarist."
"Is it something serious?"
Emma stomped her foot into one boot. "Yeah, sounds like it. Head injury. Can I see you again?"
Regina crossed her arms over her naked breasts. "If you have an appointment."
"Tomorrow night? Same time?"
"I have another client scheduled for ten tomorrow."
Emma's entire body jerked, the way it should have responded when Regina whipped her. "Oh," she murmured breathlessly.
"How about five in the evening?"
Emma's smile rivaled the sun in its brilliance. "Even better."
Regina tried to hide a grin, but failed. "I'll pencil you in."