Chapter 7

Emma rang Regina's doorbell precisely at five. She stuffed her guilt trip to the back of her mind. She should be visiting Neal in the hospital, not seeking hot, all-encompassing sex from the most desirable woman on the planet. Neal had woken a few hours ago, but he wasn't back to normal just yet. He'd lost much of the mobility in both hands. Emma wasn't sure how to deal with that. She just needed to get Regina out of her system one more time, and she'd be fine. With her help, the blonde could concentrate on something other than the ache in her soul that was already building again. The matching ache in her groin was only a minor consideration.

The middle-aged, red-headed woman who answered the door looked her up and down suspiciously.

"What do you want with me?" she growled. Her eyes were the same chocolate brown as Regina's, bit this tough-looking broad was no Regina.

"Uh..." Thrown off her guard, Emma had lost her tongue.

"I ain't got it yet, Maynard. Keep your dick in your pants."

She slammed the door in the blonde's face.

Emma scratched her head. Checked to house number to assure herself this was Regina's house.

Who?

What?

The door opened again. Lovely Regina appeared wearing her leather dominatrix costume. The embroidered design on the corset was different. Last night it had been red roses. Today it had mint green humming birds.

Regina rolled her eyes at Emma."Sorry about that. My mother is visiting. Unexpectedly. Against my will. And better judgment."

The wetness Emma had been sporting most of the day had dried up. "Your mother?"

"You're just a client." Regina gave her a stern look.

Just a client. So that incredible intimacy they'd shared the night before, that connection the blonde had never experienced with anyone, hadn't meant anything to the darker woman? Why did that thought cut into Emma's heart? It wasn't as if she gave a shit. She didn't. She didn't give a shit about anything but her music. It was the only thing in her life that never let her down.

Regina took her hand and led her toward the soundproof room where she'd whipped the blonde so spectacularly the night before. And drawn blood. Emma shuddered at the memory.

"You know her?" Regina's mother stood in the foyer with her arms crossed over her chest, watching her daughter with disapproval.

"I told you I had a five o'clock appointment. Go back into the house."
"I don't trust her, Regina, She looks suspicious. Like a member of the Mafia."

Mafia? Probably the leather jacket. Emma hurried into the room where Regina served her clients.

"She's not Mafia. Go away, Mother." Regina slid the sanctum's door closed behind her and bolted it. She turned to face Emma. "Sorry about that. She has... issues." She fluttered a hand.

Emma shrugged and looked at the floor. She wanted to leave. She couldn't do this with Regina's mother in the house, especially not after the woman had told her to keep her dick in her pants. Not that she had one, but still. The sole reason she was here was to fuck her daughter. Repeatedly and in excess.

"I should go," the blonde said quietly.

Regina moved to stand directly in front of her. Her large, succulent breasts entered Emma's line of sight. She licked her lips. The wetness in her pants was returning. This woman was positively luscious and chased every thought from Emma's head. Regina cupped her face in both hands and eased the blonde's gaze up to hers. "What's the matter?"

"Neal..."

"The guitarist in the hospital?"

Emma nodded. "I should go visit him."

"How's he doing?"

"He made it through surgery, and he's awake now. I should be with him."

"So he's okay then?"

Emma shook her head slightly. "He can't move his fingers right, or something."

"You can go see him later. He's probably resting."

"Yeah." Emma lowered her eyes to Regina's full, ruby red lips. "Resting." The blonde stared at her lips, mesmerized by her sensuality. Can I kiss you?" Her hands moved to rest on the flare of Regina's hips. She shifted the other woman closer.

"Are you staying for a while?"

Emma nodded. Even if she was just a customer today, she still wanted to be with the dark-haired woman.

"Then, yes. Kiss me, Emma." Regina said her name like a gentle caress. It made the blonde's heart ache.

Don't pretend you care. Just don't.

Emma brushed her lips over Regina's. Her lips were soft. Yielding. Emma kissed her again. More deeply. She leaned a way and looked into Regina's eyes.

"I thought about you a lot today," she murmured, wiping at the corner of Emma's mouth with her thumb. The blonde was probably wearing half her lipstick by now.

Emma smiled. It felt natural to smile when she was with Regina. The blonde never felt that way with anyone. She always felt on guard, but not with Regina. With her Emma felt... safe? Comfortable? Understood? Something. "Oh, yeah?"

Regina nodded. "Did you think of me?"

"Constantly."

Regina tugged Emma's shirt over her head and bent to press her lips to the other woman's collarbone.

"I'm afraid to look at your back. Are you sore?" Regina's fingers trailed gently over her skin.

Emma had had a hard time crawling out of bed that afternoon, but she was ready for more now. "Not really. You're not going to take it easy on me, are you?"

"Whatever you want, baby. You'll do the same for me, won't you?"

She wouldn't ask Emma to hit her, would she? The blonde didn't have it in her.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked.

"Whatever you want to do to me—I trust you."

Emma's heart stumbled over a beat. Regina would give her the freedom to do whatever she wanted to her? Emma needed to get her to the tour bus. Her suitcase of pleasure-inducing implements was stored in a closet there. She'd been collecting things to inflict pleasure on a deserving lover for years. And every woman she'd tried to initiate had ultimately disappointed her.

Regina unbuttoned the fly of Emma's jeans. She squatted as she pushed the blonde's pants down her thighs. Regina placed a tender kiss on the inside of Emma's thigh.

Regina wandered over to her table and selected a paddle. She turned to look at Emma and winced when her gaze fell on her back. "You're really bruised," she murmured. Regina moved to stand behind her and traced the thick bands of damage along Emma's upper back. "The cane. Why didn't you tell me I was doing that much damage to you? I would have stopped."

"I didn't want you to stop. I needed it."

I'm not hitting you with a cane again," Regina said. "You'll have to settle for a good paddling this evening." She kissed Emma's shoulder and circled her body to face the blonde. Regina caressed the other woman's bare buttocks and then struck her on its fleshy cheek with her paddle.

It cracked against the blonde's tender flesh. Stinging pain shot through Emma's ass, settling as pleasure at the bottom of her stomach. That other pain—the pain in her heart, her soul—eased slightly. The only time it left her was when she was distracted by physical pain. The physical always hurt so much less than the emotional. It became a reprieve. Regina struck her again. Emma's toes curled in hr boots. Again. Her nipples tightened.

Ah God, Regina. Hurt me.

Take the pain away. Hurt me.

Watching Emma's face, Regina struck her again and then kissed her deeply, her tongue mingling with the blonde's. Emma didn't usually experience the blend of pain and pleasure. In the past, she did her best to keep the two separate, But even the night before, Regina had given her what she needed and hadn't judged her for it. Emma's excitement mounted quickly. She wrapped her arms around Regina, tugging the woman against her and deepening the kiss.

Emma groaned in Regina's mouth when she struck the blonde again. Fuck, she was wet. She wanted Regina. No, more than that. She needed the darker woman.

Like she needed air.

Regina turned her head, breaking their kiss, and spanked Emma again.

"You like that?"

Emma couldn't form a coherent thought. "Huh?"

"A touch of pleasure with your pain?"

"Yeah."

Regina slid down Emma's body, settling on her knees at the blonde's feet. She licked the inside of Emma's thigh. The blonde shuddered, pleasure rippling through her flesh. Regina drew her clit into her warm mouth and sucked gently. When she struck Emma's ass again, the other woman cried out. Regina sucked her harder, adding a single finger inside of the blonde. She paused frequently to swat Emma, before returning to pleasuring the blonde with her mouth.

The sweet pain blended with agonizing pleasure until Emma couldn't take it anymore. She twisted her fingers into Regina's thick, silky, black hair and held the darker woman's head still. "Regina," she whispered. "Don't. I can't. Too much."

Regina then added another finger to the one already inside the other woman. She twisted her fingers. Emma's stomach roiled as the pleasure/pain left her breathless. Regina pulled her fingers out, and while Emma breathed through the pain, the dark-haired woman thrust three fingers back inside of the blonde and spread them apart, still sucking Emma's clit into her mouth. Emma forced her hands from the other woman's hair, knowing she'd pull and hurt Regina if she got too excited. And Regina was quickly getting her way too excited.

Emma looked down at the other woman, submissive at her feet, her mouth on her clit, and her fingers deep inside the blonde.

"Oh fuck." Emma gasped, her breath catching. She shifted her gaze to the mirror across the room. Regina's waist-length hair swayed against her back as she pulled back, sucked the blonde harder, and pulled back again.

Settling the paddle on the floor, Regina removed her mouth and fingers from Emma. As Regina stood from her position on the floor, Emma gazed at her curvy figure appreciatively. Regina looked directly into Emma's bottle green eyes and licked her lips. "I want you to fuck me."

Emma tugged her boots off and kicked her jeans aside. She glanced around. "There's no bed in here."

"No, but there's a table."

Emma grabbed the other woman by the waist and pulled her across the room.

After she removed Regina's panties, she perched on the edge of the table. Emma squatted between her legs and suckled her clit until Regina was dripping wet. Her scent drove Emma crazy. She inhaled deeply through her nose while she lapped at the other woman's sweet nectar, the blonde's tongue dancing over her slick flesh. Regina's excited breaths, hitching in the back of her throat, alerted Emma to her impending orgasm. She carefully inserted three fingers into Regina's body. The dark-haired woman's back arched, and she shifted her hips off the table to drive the blonde's fingers deeper, holding most of her weight with her arms. Her heat engulfed Emma. The blonde groaned, bracing herself with her feet and using her hips to put more force into her thrusts. Regina shifted back onto the edge of the table, and Emma surged forward with her full weight to fill her again.

"Emma," Regina whispered breathlessly.

Emma thrust her fingers into her slowly and watched the woman's reactions as the blonde methodically increased her tempo. When Emma found the darker woman's perfect rhythm, evident by her writhing and mewing, the blonde maintained it relentlessly, drawing on the same consistent cadence that served her music.

Regina reached behind herself and grabbed a flail off the table. She struck Emma lightly across the chest. Each of the dozen slender strands released delicious stings in the blonde's flesh. Her breath caught. She pushed into Regina harder. Regina met her thrusts with lashes—matching both Emma's rhythm and her intensity. The harder Emma fucked her, the harder Regina struck her. Emma pounded into the other woman harder and harder. She let the excitement carry her, losing all conscious control of her motion, giving her craving fro pain full control over her attainment of pleasure. How did Regina know exactly what she needed? Quickly, her need for release built to the breaking point. She straddled Regina's thigh and rubbed herself against in relentlessly.

Emma forced her eyes open to look at Regina. Was the darker woman close to orgasm yet? Regina's entire body shook with each hard thrust of Emma's fingers, her beautiful tits jiggling each time their bodies came together. Emma's chest was raw and red from the lashes of Regina's perfect retaliation. Her mouth fell open with wonder as Emma watched. Regina was closer than the blonde had realized.

"Look at me," Emma demanded.

Regina pried her eyes open, and their gazes locked. Emma added a fourth finger inside Regina, rubbing the woman's clit with her thumb and sending Regina flying over the edge.

"Emma!" she screamed.

As her pussy clenched around Emma's fingers, the blonde let go. Her body tensed, squirting onto Regina's warm thigh between her own legs, while the blonde's body shuddered uncontrollably. She held Regina's gaze the entire time, knowing how emotionally vulnerable that made her, but with Regina, it seemed right.

Spent, Emma collapsed against the other woman's trembling body. Regina wrapped her arms around the blonde and rocked her hips back and forth, continuing to find pleasure int eh other woman's fingers still inside of her.

"Oh God, Emma," she murmured. "I'll never get enough of you."

Emma would never get enough of her either, which was a problem as far as the blonde was concerned. She tangled her hands in Regina's long silky hair, knowing the dark-haired woman deserved far more pleasure than Emma had given her. With Regina flailing her like that, she'd gotten too excited to treat the other woman with proper care and attention. What she had in mind for Regina next would make up for that, she hoped.

"Do you wanna go somewhere with me?" Emma asked, leaning over Regina to kiss her shoulder.

"Yeah, okay," she said. "Where are we going?"

Emma rose up on her arms above Regina and stared down into her flushed face. Regina pouted when she saw the mess she'd made of Emma's chest. Her gentle touch was intoxicating as she traced the crisscrossing welts on Emma's skin, drawing memories of the pain tot he forefront of her mind again. Emma caught her wrists, and Regina looked up at her.

"The tour bus. I want to show you true bliss."

"True bliss? Wasn't that what I just experienced?"

Emma chuckled. "Baby, that was just a warm-up."