Chapter 8
Regina snuggled closer to Emma's back, her hands pressed flat against the blonde's abdomen. The dark-haired woman loved motorcycles. Especially low-pitched, rumbling Harleys. Foreplay on wheels.
They drove down the Vegas strip. The summer evening air was stifling, yet the crowds were still thick on the sidewalks and the traffic heavy. The tourists would really come out to play after dark. Regina had lived in Las Vegas her entire life, and the city's ceaseless excitement still stirred her. Emma turned into the area behind Mandalay Bay at the southern end of Las Vegas Boulevard and stopped next to a set of three tour buses. Emma parked beside a silver and black bus and held Regina's hand while she climbed from the bike.
Regina removed her helmet, her long, thick hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back. She flipped it out of her face impatiently. "We need to drive into the desert and have an orgy on this bike."
Emma removed her helmet, smiling to herself. "I think that can be arranged."
"Now?" Regina asked breathlessly.
"I have other plans for you now. Next time."
Next time? Regina wasn't big on planning the future, especially if it required relying on another person, but she'd make concessions for Emma.
The blonde swung the bus door open and climbed the steep steps. Glancing down the corridor, Emma ushered her inside with a wave. The inside was nicer than Regina had expected. A plush, leather sofa faced two captain's chairs, a flat-screen TV, and a stereo system. Farther down the main corridor, a kitchenette stood opposite a small, square table and booths. Beyond the dining area there were two stacked curtained compartments on each side. As Emma continued down the hallway, she swept each curtain aside to reveal four empty bunks.
"I don't think anyone's here," the blonde said.
The bathroom door stood partially open. No one in there either. Emma knocked on the door at the end of the hall. When there was no response, she opened the door to reveal a small bedroom. Emma switched on the light, and Regina entered the room, glancing around. A comfortable looking queen-sized bed filled over half the room. A closet, overflowing with clothes, bedding, and towels filled one wall. A long dresser stood next to the door, and a small window was situated on the wall opposite the closet. A hook in the ceiling caught Regina's eye.
"That's for you," Emma whispered into her ear.
"For me?"
"You'll see. What do you want to drink?"
The blonde's dichotomous personality always surprised Regina. Emma had a gentle, considerate side that so completely contrasted with the animal just beneath the surface. An angel and a devil. Strange thing was, Regina liked both—the side that warmed her heart with affection and the side that burned her body with lust. "Do you have any wine?"
Emma grinned. "A woman after my own heart. I hope you like it sweet."
"Is there any other kind?"
"I have some port on the other bus. I'll be right back. Make yourself comfortable." She kissed Regina's cheek and left her to herself.
Regina removed her leather jacket, folding it carefully and setting it on the dresser. She contemplated removing her clothes and waiting for Emma naked, but decided she liked the blonde to undress her. Slowly. Seductively. With great care and tenderness. In the silence, a faint hum came from the side table drawer. Her brow knitted with confusion, she went to investigate. Pulling the drawer open, she found it full of sex toys. Dildos of all sizes and thicknesses. Vibrators. Condoms. Flavored oils. Cock rings. Butt plugs. Was this why Emma had brought her here? She found the humming vibrator and turned it off before dropping it back into the drawer.
"You don't like that kind of thing?" Emma asked from behind her.
Regina spun around. "Sorry to pry. One of the vibrators was humming. I followed the sound." She nodded toward the drawer. "Is all that stuff yours?"
Emma shook her head. "It's August's. He likes toys. He doesn't mind sharing though, if you want to borrow something."
"Who's August?" Regina accepted the glass of wine the blonde held out to her.
"Our lead guitarist. I take it you're not a Sinners fan. Everyone knows August 'Master' Booth. He's a rock god. Killian, our lead singer, is a notorious womanizer. Neal plays rhythm guitar and any person—male or female—who catches his attention. And then there's Lacey, who... is our drummer. I'm obscure by comparison."
"You sure about that? You're awfully cute."
Emma flushed. "Killian's the one all the girls scream for. He's a beast."
"Like you?" Regina grinned, taking a sip of wine—perfectly delicious. "Mmmm." She looked down into her glass. Thick, the wine clung to the inner surface of her glass. It reminded her of blood. She took another sip, holding the cool liquid in her mouth. Its flavor soured as it warmed on the surface of her tongue. She swallowed.
"I'm a whole different type of beast."
Regina glanced up at Emma. The coldness in the blonde's eyes sent a shiver down her spine. Emma downed her wine in two gulps and set her glass on the dresser. She went to the closet and pulled a hard-shell, black suitcase from its depths. The blonde knelt in front of it on the floor.
Regina moved to stand beside her, looking at the suitcase. "What's that?"
"The reason I brought you here."
Emma flipped the locks and tossed the lid open. Regina's eyes widened. The blonde had all kinds of things inside, ranging from obvious paddles and candles to thing she couldn't identify.
Emma looked at her. "You still trust me, right?"
The anxious flutter in Regina's stomach excited her. She had no idea what the blonde had in mind, but whatever it was, she was game. Emma had yet to disappoint her. "Yeah."
Emma began to sort through the case, arranging things in piles. Regina couldn't decipher any pattern in the blonde's groupings as she watched her, sipping her wine. Emma lit candles, setting them on the side table. She left the room and returned moments later with a bowl of ice, a bottle of chocolate syrup, and a can of mixed fruit.
"What are you doing? Preparing for nuclear winter?"
Emma smiled shyly. "You'll see. How's the wine?"
"Perfect."
"Do you want another glass?" The blonde seemed ready to start her orchestrated pleasure session. Or would it be torture? Regina was eager to find out.
Regina finished her wine in one long swallow and set her glass next to Emma's. "No, I don't want any more wine. I want you."
"Soon." Emma closed the bedroom door and approached her. She undressed Regina slowly, caressing every inch of flesh she revealed, first with her fingertips, and then her lips. The blonde's tenderness never ceased to amaze Regina. Emma fucked her hard. Made love to her gently. "You're so beautiful," the blonde murmured as she unhooked Regina's bra. "I love your curves."
She had plenty of curves. Regina had never possessed the athletic slenderness that Hollywood and fashion runways considered beautiful, but she was comfortable with her body and glad that Emma appreciated it. Her dancing kept her in good shape, but her feet never touched a treadmill. Regina's heavy breasts fell free of her bra, and Emma cupped them, gazing at the flesh overflowing from her hands.
The blonde lowered her head to kiss the soft globes, her tongue sliding over Regina's nipples. Regina's belly tightened. She rested her hands on Emma's shoulders as the other woman kissed her way down the center of Regina's belly. Emma removed Regina's jeans, panties, and sandals with equal care and agonizing slowness. By the time she led Regina to the bed, the darker woman was more than ready for Emma to possess her body, and the blonde hadn't even started using the objects from her suitcase.
They knelt in the center of the bed, facing each other. Emma pulled something from her back pocket and fastened it around Regina's left wrist. She looked down at the thick leather cuff, lined with fleece. Regina's heart thudded against her ribs. Restraints? Emma fastened a matching leather cuff around her other wrist and attached the to each other with a length of chain.
"Why are you restraining me?" Regina asked.
"So you don't interfere with what I do to your body."
Regina's heart thudded even harder. "Are you going to hurt me?"
Emma stood in front of her on the bed and lifted Regina's hands above her head, securing her wrists to the hook in the ceiling with the heavy chain. The blonde didn't answer her question.
"Emma, I don't like to be on the receiving end of pain. Only inflict it." Regina supposed if she got too freaked out, she could stand on the bed and free her hands from the hook. She was well versed in self-defense, but something inside told her she could trust this woman. Her intuition had never failed her in the past.
Emma knelt in front of her and touched her cheek gently. "I'd never hurt you, Regina. I only like to be on the receiving end of pain. Never inflict it." The blonde stroked Regina's arms with the backs of her hands, and then continued down to draw them along the sides of her breasts, the indent of her waist, and the flare of her hips. "I do plan to make you beg for mercy, but from the pleasure I give your body, not pain."
Well, okay... if she insisted.
"Do I have your permission to continue?" Emma asked.
Regina bit her lip, looking into the blonde's gentle green eyes for signs of deceit. She found none. "Yes."
"Good."
Emma pulled something else from her back pocket and slid a blindfold over Regina's eyes.
"I can't see," she said breathlessly. Her heart thudded faster. She wasn't afraid, not exactly. Excited. Yes, that's what had her breath hitching, her heart racing, her core aching with emptiness.
Emma chuckled. "That's the idea, sweetheart. You don't need to see. Just feel. Feel me, Regina."
"I do. I feel you."
Emma gathered Regina's hair in her hand, twisted it, and clipped it to the back of her head.
"Your skin is so soft," Emma murmured into her ear from behind, The blonde's hands gently stoked her back... her belly... her breasts. "Smooth. Warm."
"Pale," Regina added with a grin.
"Perfect."
Emma suckled and kissed the flesh on the backs of her shoulders while the blonde's hands continued to stroke her belly, breasts and hips. Her hands slid between Regina's thighs, spreading the other woman's legs apart. Regina trembled. Emma's fingers parted the darker woman's swollen flesh and dipped inside her. Regina's head fell back against the blonde's shoulder. Emma rubbed her clit, slid her fingers into her pussy, rubbed her clit again. How did she know exactly how to excite Regina beyond her limits of tolerance?
"Emma."
The blonde continued to stroke her until she was ready to explode, and then Emma moved away, leaving Regina trembling. Unfulfilled.
Something ice cold down down Regina's spine. She shuddered. I continued down the crack of her ass, over the aching opening to her pussy, and finally her clit. Emma stroked her there, with the ice between her fingers and Regina's flesh, until the ice completely melted. Regina didn't know ho it was possible for her clit to feel like it was on fire and frozen at the same time.
"Emma," she said in a pleading tone.
Emma slid two of her fingers into Regina's mouth. They tasted like chocolate. Regina sucked the sweet treat from the blonde's digits. Emma withdrew them and inserted them again with more chocolate. Something cool and thick drizzled over Regina's nipple. Emma's hot mouth sucked at her nipple while she continued to thrust her fingers in and out of Regina's mouth. Did the blonde realize what she was doing to her? Regina ached from wanting Emma already. Emma had likely restrained her hands above her head so she couldn't get herself off while the blonde tortured her with pleasure. Regina was definitely desperate enough to do it.
Emma moved away again, and Regina heard a strange grinding sound. Her heart rate kicked up a notch until she identified it as a can opener. Hadn't the blonde brought a can of fruit...?
Something cool and slick slid into Regina's mouth. The gritty bite of sweet pear dissolved on her tongue. She smelled wax the instant before liquid heat burned down the center of her back. Her spine arched involuntarily. Emma traced either side of the hot trail with ice. The blonde's mouth moved to suck on the side of Regina's neck. Only her mouth wasn't as hot as expected. It was cold. Emma let the water from the melting ice trickle from her lips as she kissed her way down Regina's throat and shoulder. Thin rivulets of water traced paths down her chest, following the contours of the dark-haired woman's body to collect between her thighs. Regina shuddered when the first droplets found her shaved mound.
"Emma." She'd given up on trying to figure out what the other woman was going to do next.
Emma paused to put more ice in her mouth. Regina heard her slurp it inside, and it clicked against the blonde's teeth. As the water dripped between Regina's legs and found new paths along her hip bone, she squirmed with impatience. Emma shifted her mouth to the other side of the darker woman's neck and used the flat of her hands to stroke her belly and the undersides of her breasts. The blonde pinched Regina's nipple unexpectedly, and she shuddered on the brink of orgasm.
"Emma, fuck me, please. I want you. I want you inside me."
Emma moved away abruptly. Regina listened to the sounds of the blonde's movement. A slice of peach entered her mouth. She sucked on it, savoring its slick sweetness. She waited for Emma's return. It seemed like hours before the blonde's hands were on her again. They had an unusually rough texture now. Emma stroked the skin of Regina's belly and breasts gently with her gloved hands while she blew soft breaths over the skin of her back.
"Oh God, Emma. You're driving me insane."
"Do you want me to stop?" The low timber of her voice made Regina's spine tingle.
"Yes." She gasped when Emma drew her hands away. "No. Don't! Don't stop."
Emma curled her body against Regina's back. Regina felt the blonde's wetness against her ass, and she rubbed up against Emma, arching her back in an attempt to get some friction. Emma's rough gloves moved between her thighs, pressing them open so the cool air bathed her heated flesh.
"Hold still," the blonde murmured.
Regina tried to hold still, but the neglected parts of her body were greedy for Emma's touch. Regina twisted her hips and rubbed her mound against the hand the blonde had stroking her inner thigh. She sucked a shuddering breath between her teeth. Emma slapped her ass with a loud smack. Regina's entire body tensed.
"No, Regina. Hold still."
"Emma. Please. I can't take any more."
Emma moved away again, and Regina choked back a sob of protest. Something tickled her shoulder blade. A feather? And then nothing. When the dark-haired woman had given up on Emma ever touching her again, the blonde traced her lowest rib with the feather. Regina groaned. An eternity later, Emma stoked her hip bone. Regina fought her chains, her hips undulating involuntarily as she sought fulfillment.
The door opened. Two rapid inhalations came from the general vicinity of the threshold.
Emma slipped something into Regina's mouth. It burst against her tongue, releasing sweet juice. White grape. Regina swallowed, her ears straining for sounds that would tell her what was going on beyond her perception.
The door closed again.
"Who was that?" Regina whispered.
"Killian and Tina. Looks like they're back together."
"Are they in here with us?"
Emma chuckled. "No baby. They left."
The mattress beside Regina sagged.
She leaned toward the blonde, disappointed when she found nothing but empty space beside her. "Are you going to let me off the hook?"
Emma wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her from her knees. Regina's hands came loose from the chain above her head.
The dark-haired woman chuckled. "I didn't mean literally. Are you finished torturing me with pleasure then?"
Emma massaged Regina's hands, returning circulation to her fingers. The blonde kissed each fingertip, sucking gently, before massaging each knuckle with a gentle pressure. Regina hadn't even realized her hands were numb. Every sense was tuned to pleasure. Discomfort didn't register. "Do you want me to be done?" Emma asked.
That was a difficult question to answer. Emma played her body like a mastered instrument. Within a few minutes, Regina knew she'd be begging the blonde to fuck her again. "I'm not sure. How long are you going to make me wait before you give me what I need?"
"I don't know. I've never had a woman make it this long before."
So if she led out for a while longer, that would make her special to the blonde. Is that what Emma was hinting at? Her lips brushed a sensitive spot below Regina's ear. The darker woman turned her face toward the blonde and inhaled her scent. A hint of cinnamon. A heap of hot female.
"I'm pretty sure I can keep going for hours," Emma whispered. Her quiet voice toyed with the nerve endings in the skin along Regina's spine. She wanted more of the blonde—her scent, her taste, her voice. The tools she used to excite Regina were exceptional, but the woman in charge held a far greater appeal.
"Hours?"
"If you want me to." Emma sucked her earlobe into her mouth, still rubbing Regina's hands. Her fingers were tingling now.
Emma pushed her back down on the bed. "Put your arms over your head," she murmured, sliding her hands up Regina's arms as the other woman obeyed. The blonde fastened her restraints over her head and then grabbed Regina's hips to pull her down the bed and make the chain taut. "Lift your hips for me."
Regina was used to issuing the orders, not taking them. Why was she so willing to submit to this woman? Because she knew the blonde was going to make it worth her while, that's why.
When she lifted her hips, Emma slid a couple of pillows under her lower back, tilting the darker woman's pelvis up and lifting her butt off the bed. With one hand on each thigh, the blonde spread Regina's legs apart.
"If you stay like that, I won't restrain your legs."
Regina chuckled. "I already know I won't be able to stay like this once you get to work."
Emma's nails scraped her inner thigh. A smooth fabric soothed the slight sting, and then a cool tongue traced the same path. The blonde repeated the action on the other thigh—sharp, smooth, cool. It reminded Regina how achy she felt as it directed her attention to the emptiness between her thighs. Something hot trickled over one hip bone and then the other. The dark-haired woman sucked a sharp breath through her teeth. Paraffin. She could smell it. The liquid heat burned a path above her mound as if the blonde were framing her throbbing pussy with a triangle of wax. A single crop of hot wax splashed on Regina's pubis. Emma's finger traced a path around the drop, drawing her attention to the cooling substance until it hardened, and Regina couldn't feel it any longer. A second drop of wax near the first—more tracing.
"Emma."
Another splash of hot wax. This time Emma traced the drop with ice. Regina gyrated, desperately fighting the urge to clamp her legs together and rub her clit between her swollen labia to get off.
"Hold still."
"I'm trying." Regina gasped. "This makes me want you."
She felt Emma move away and heard the candle being set on the table. Ice clinked, and then the blonde moved between Regina's legs, spreading them wide and holding them open with her shoulders. Emma's fingers held her labia open, and the first drop of ice-cold water struck Regina's clit. She jerked.
"Shh. Hold still." Emma's words were garbled around the ice in her mouth. Her aim was remarkable. Each drop struck Regina's overstimulated clit, but sought a different pathway over her lips, opening, and ass. Drip. Drip. Drip. Emma's sweet torture was too much to bear. Regina shifted her legs from the blonde's shoulders and clamped her thighs on her head. Digging her feet into Emma's back, Regina pulled the blonde's face into her pussy.
"Ah God, lick it, Emma. Suck it."
Emma worked an ice cube inside Regina with her tongue. The dark-haired woman shuddered.
"Fuck me, please. Please. Please. Please. Fuck me."
Emma pulled Regina's legs apart to free her head.
"I guess you aren't ready for the entire sequence yet," the blonde said. "Maybe next time?"
There was more?
Emma released Regina from the chain above her head. Regina reached for her blindfold, but Emma flipped her onto her stomach, shoved her face into the mattress, and entered her with three fingers. Regina cried out, an orgasm shaking her core. She rocked back to meet Emma's deep thrusts, the darker woman's juices and the melting ice dripping down her thighs. Regina had never needed to be fucked so badly in her life. And Emma was giving her exactly what she needed. Her wrists were still joined by the restraints, so she moved both hands between her thighs, rubbing her clit, trembling uncontrollably. Cool, slippery fingers massaged her anus, slipped inside. Again. Lubricating her ass. Oh, yes. Regina wanted it there too. Emma pulled her fingers out, and before Regina could protest, the blonde spread her ass cheeks and plunged two fingers into her ass.
She gasped.
Emma hesitated. "You okay?"
Regina hoped her indiscernible moans sounded like agreement. Emma pulled back slowly. Just in as far as the blonde's first knuckle, Regina lunged back against her, taking Emma's fingers deep again. "Oh God, Emma. Fuck my ass. Yes. Fuck every inch of me."
Emma slid three fingers back into Regina's pussy, pulling her hair as the blonde thrust into both orifices relentlessly.
"More. Please, more."
Emma pulled out.
"No!" Regina cried desperately.
Emma pulled her fingers out of Regina's pussy and replaced it with something thick, long, and cold. Some sort of phallus, with a second attachment that touched the darker woman's clit. The device hummed to life, vibrating against Regina's clit, and writhing inside her body. "Oh," she purred.
Emma buried two fingers in her ass again. "Is that enough for you?"
Regina couldn't respond. She was coming too hard. And screaming. She couldn't stop screaming. Regina wasn't sure how long Emma kept her like that, bucking against the blonde, taking everything she had to give and craving more. Regina collapsed eventually, trembling with a mixture of fulfillment and exhaustion.
"You done?" Emma asked.
"Yes," Regina whispered breathlessly. "Yes. Yes... thank you."
Emma pulled out and removed the churning vibrator from Regina's body. Regina rolled onto her side and watched the blonde. She didn't come yet. Emma hadn't followed her down the road to bliss this time. Regina realized it was because while the other woman had given her what she needed, Regina hadn't done the same for her. Emma needed pain to come.
"Come here," Regina murmured drowsily.
Emma pointed toward the exit. "I'm just going to-"
"Come here," Regina demanded.
When Emma was within reach, Regina tugged her onto the bed. Flattening the blonde on her back, Regina sucked her clit into her mouth, sucking Emma hard. As she pleasured Emma with her mouth, Regina ran her sharp nails down the blonde's chest and abdomen. The pain soon had Emma gasping with excitement.
"Regina," she whispered, her fingers tangling in the darker woman's hair. "Regina, you're gonna make me come."
Well, yeah, that was the idea.
Regina bobbed her head faster, sucked harder, scratched rhythmically. Emma's unexpected, excited vocalizations started to excite Regina again. Two minutes ago she would have said she'd had enough orgasms in the past half hour to last her a lifetime. She was already reevaluating that analysis. Emma cried out and pulled Regina's head away as she squirted with release. Her cum staining the sheets below.
Regina watched in confusion. "Why didn't you let me have that?"
Emma took a deep breath and lifted her head to look at her. "You wanted it?"
"I begged you to fuck me in the ass, Emma. That requires a fair amount of intimacy."
"You were so turned on I could have done anything I wanted to you."
Regina grinned and then laughed, remembering where she'd been only minutes before. "True."
She settled beside Emma, her head resting on the blonde's shoulder, her fingers toying with a pert nipple. Emma's breathing slowed and became even.
"Emma?" the dark-haired woman whispered.
"Hmm," Emma murmured drowsily.
"I think you should know that I don't take many lovers."
"Really? Why's that?"
"As a rule, I don't like women"
"So you're not a lesbian? Could have fooled me."
Regina laughed. "That's not what I meant. I'm around men and women all the time and see what they're like—doesn't do much for my libido. You, on the other hand, have me set on full throttle."
"I'm...glad." The blonde snored softly as she succumbed to her exhaustion.
Regina slapped her belly, and Emma grunted awake.
"I'm having a moment here," the darker woman said.
"Sorry. What do you want me to say?"
"I don't know. What are you thinking?"
"I like this—whatever this is between us."
Regina grinned. "I like it too."
"Can I sleep now?"
"For a little while. I want to see if I can take your pleasure torture longer next time."
"You did pretty good the first time." She stroked Regina's hair.
A woman's cries of sexual excitement carried from the front of the bus through the bedroom door. Regina lifted her head.
"What was that?"
"Tina, I presume."
A deep voice answered the higher pitched cries of ecstasy.
"And Killian. I guess they really are back together."
Regina had completely forgotten they'd barged in earlier. They'd seen her defenseless and needy. Now that she had regained her wits, it bothered her. It was bad enough that Emma had seen her that way—so unlike herself. So powerless, she'd actually begged. "I should probably go. I have several sessions tonight." She'd feel better after she made a few submissives lick her boots.
Emma lifted her head to look at her. "Sessions?"
"Mm-hmm." Regina trailed a finger down the blonde's belly between the bumps that made up her six-pack. This girl's body really was amazing in so many ways. And that sexually inventive mind of hers? Oh, my God. "If you stop by later tonight, I'll treat you to a free session. Around midnight?"
Emma could feel herself already getting wet at the idea.
"Were you serious when you said you don't fuck clients?" the blonde asked.
Why had she asked Regina that? "You're the first. I'm not sure what it is about you that made me break my own rules."
Emma eased from under her body and climbed to her feet. "I need to go visit Neal in the hospital now."
From the outer cabin of the bus, Tina and Killian's vocalizing came to an abrupt end. Emma slid into her jeans and opened the door. "Is it safe to come out now?" she called down the corridor.
Why did Regina get the feeling the blonde was trying to escape? Typical—gets what she wants in the bedroom and then loses interest. Regina was going to whip her good for this.