Regina perches on the backrest of the sofa, her face cast in shadow as twilight filters softly into the room. She runs a finger repetitively over her bottom lip as though deep in thought; delicate features serene as she drinks in the scene in front of her.
The tranquillity of the moment is not shared by the Sheriff, who lets out a sharp yelp as the crude metal of the handcuffs bites into her flesh. After the first five minutes of swearing, rationalising logically, and then swearing again, the blonde has given up appealing to her captor and instead focuses her attention on the hook rendering her helpless; straining as she directs her anger up at the traitorous steel spiral.
The determination the younger woman exhibits is fascinating, but the brunette finds herself tiring of the silence, filled only with the occasional, exasperated grunt. She is not a woman who appreciates being ignored. What she does appreciate is the way the Sheriff twists and turns her body in her attempt to free herself; her captured wrists forcing her to stretch upwards and the muscles of her stomach to flex appetisingly in the dim purple light of dusk.
"Fuck this!"
Emma snarls suddenly, and the Mayor winces as the blonde resorts to simply yanking on the cuffs as hard as she possibly can; tutting as she thinks of the damage the younger woman is in danger of doing to pale skin. She pushes herself up off the couch and stalks over to her victim, who, if anything, wrestles with her restraints all the more vigorously upon her approach.
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Miss Swan, but I believe your wrists will give in long before those cuffs will..."
"Yeah? Well, we're about to find out."
The blonde replies breathlessly, and Regina moves swiftly to stand directly opposite Emma, forcing the struggling younger woman to look at her. She wants to have her fun with the blonde, and, if she's been reading her correctly so far, a little struggle and a little roughness will only serve to enhance the Sheriff's pleasure. What she doesn't want is for Emma to hurt herself by doing something stupid.
If the blonde is to be in pain, Regina wishes to be its cause directly.
"Really, dear, why pretend that you're not enjoying this?"
"No need to pretend; I'm not enjoying this!"
Green eyes glitter at her angrily, and the near-darkness that cloaks the room only adds to the mood. The Mayor studies her conquest with vague curiosity. Beneath the rage written all over Emma's face, she spies something softer. At first, she had mistaken it for playful pretence, but on reflection, it looks almost like fear.
Interesting.
"Are you sure?"
She adopts a syrupy-sweet tone; hoping to catch another glimpse of the small indent created at the left side of the Sheriff's mouth when trying not to crack a smile. The blonde remains stoic, however, and merely shakes her head.
"I don't like being cuffed."
Her voice is stern, as though scolding the brunette for such idiocy, but the Mayor can't remember the last time she witnessed someone ready to skin their wrists raw just because they didn't feel like playing a silly little game. Frowning, Regina experiences a mild twinge of discomfort when she imagines she understands the real reason why the blonde is less than thrilled about her current predicament.
One's past can be a bitch...
She keeps her enlightenment to herself, however. She still wants to play out this scene.
Wants to test just how much willpower the younger woman possesses.
"Well, if you want me to let you down, all you need to do is ask..."
She muses softly.
"Fine. Let me down."
Emma snaps angrily.
"Oh come now, you can do better than that. What's the magic word?"
"Fuck you, Regina."
"Well... That's definitely not how to go about getting your way"
The Mayor shakes her head, stroking a finger softly down the blonde's flushed cheek; earning herself another scowl from the Sheriff. With their close proximity, the dark thunder that flashes in the younger woman's eyes is intoxicating. Exciting. She allows her attention to wander down the taut expanse of the blonde's torso; Emma's stomach firm and tight, and her breasts displayed most flatteringly in her forced stance. The red of the lace that still encases her sex is dulled by the creeping darkness, and it becomes a shadow; a secret.
Regina lets her tongue run slowly over her bottom lip as she takes in the full picture the Sheriff creates. She can well imagine the feisty young woman's distaste at finding herself in cuffs once again. She thinks back to her previous musings upon Emma's time spent behind bars and envisages the blonde just as pale - just as bare - in those unsavoury surroundings.
She imagines the younger woman's thick curls and pretty complexion to be deceiving, however.
There is something hard in the blonde. Bitter - like biting down on tinfoil - and she would put money on it that before coming to Storybrooke - before entering her domain - Emma had played not the hunted, but the huntress.
It's not the cuffs you don't like, it's the being caught. Playing bitch... Because before now, you made the rules. You controlled the game. You were Queen.
Well, not anymore, dear.
She can't deny that there is something utterly arousing in the thought of a younger, callower version of Storybrooke's pretty little Sheriff demanding and forcing her desires from others. Her imagination flashes sordidly with the image of the blonde holding a shiv to a faceless girl's throat and stealing a kiss, before forcing the young thing down between her legs.
The logical specimen within the Mayor imagines she has a ludicrously pornographic idea of women's prisons, but she allows herself to hope nonetheless.
And she can't speak for Emma, but this situation just got hot as hell.
"If you want something from me, you're going to have to offer me something in return."
She whispers, holding the younger woman prisoner with her gaze.
"I'm pretty sure I've already given you something..."
The blonde growls back at her, and Regina grins wickedly, feeling the warmth between her legs increase with the memory of the Sheriff's expert tongue. She takes a step closer to the blonde - closing the space between them - and relishes the anger bestowed upon her by glittering eyes. Wrapping her arms around Emma's waist, she muses low into her ear.
"And you were surprisingly good at it... Tell me... How does one become so adept at using their tongue?... To be honest, dear, I never pegged you for a submissive... But then, I bet life was a lot easier the last time you wore those pretty silver bracelets if you were happy to take it on your knees- Ah!"
At her cruel declaration the blonde lunges forward; all teeth. Regina steps away swiftly, chuckling at the animalistic anger in her Sheriff's eyes. She recognises the need to tread carefully, however; she wants Emma on the verge of losing it, but she doesn't want to push her over the edge completely. She knows the blonde is strong - stronger than most - but everyone has their limit, and she has no intention of spending the rest of the evening offering condolences and comfort.
Fortunately, she knows Emma to be the last person to accept such niceties and concern.
Closing the distance between them once again, she grazes the Sheriff's throat with her teeth until the latter reluctantly tilts her head back to allow this onslaught of attention to pale skin. The brunette bites her experimentally - already having discovered the reward her sharp nips garner - listening out for the areas that cause a distinct hitch of breath or sigh from the blonde. As her mouth works delicate skin, her hands once more encompass Emma's waist, before travelling down to grab her ass crudely.
Possessively.
"All you have to do is say 'please'..."
She murmurs low into the blonde's ear; pushing back the thick curls that impede her breath as she whispers. Emma retaliates by throwing her head to the side; shying away from Regina's lips in a way that makes the Mayor chuckle.
"Don't be so proud, dear..."
Regina warns, and she finds the blonde's lips as she speaks; not willing to buy into her charade. Her probing tongue is met with resilience as soft lips press together firmly, denying her entrance. Still, she refuses to be deterred... She will get the Sheriff to beg.
Deft fingers trace over delicate red lace as Regina continues to kiss and nip at resisting lips. As she runs her hands over the younger woman's pale frame, she can feel the tremble of fine muscle beneath her palms; the blonde's forced stance taking its toll on her.
Attention wandering downwards, she runs her fingers softly over the small dip created by the Sheriff's sex - poking a finger within damp fabric between slick folds - and is rewarded with a soft groan into her neck.
Hooking her finger into the delicate lace, she tugs it downwards, dragging scant underwear slowly over the swell of the blonde's ass, after which it falls to the floor in a whisper.
"Fuck..."
Her lip catches between her teeth as she takes in newly exposed flesh. Pale skin is bare in more ways than one and the Mayor hums appreciatively against Emma's collarbone, her eyes refusing to leave the sight so recently revealed.
"Well, I'll be..."
She muses, and Emma shudders against her; a small, broken sound escaping her lips as she grips the hateful chain of the handcuffs with desperate hands.
"Let me down, Regina..."
Her request is met with a smirk as two fingers slide once more between wet folds, and the blonde cries out softly. Regina begins to move her fingers faster; deliciously aware of the way the Sheriff trembles against her.
"All you need to do is ask nicely..."
She reasons wickedly, and she can feel the muscles of the blonde's core flutter against her intrusive fingers as the palm of her hand grinds purposefully a little higher, but still, she is refused a response. Working her fingers rapidly, she bites down hard on a pale clavicle, savouring the slightly salted taste as pale thighs tremble dangerously.
"Just one little word, Sheriff..."
She coaxes; the panting in her ear teasing her hair, and she grins. She works her assaulting hand ever more violently, while her other arm wraps around the younger woman's waist; catching the blonde just as her body goes limp with pleasure to pull sweat-slick flesh closer to hers while kissing her deeply.
"Say it..."
She demands, and Emma feels her knees buckle as her entire being feels set alight, and she groans into the soft curve of the brunette's shoulder. The pleasure is so intense it becomes painful as she struggles to keep herself upright to avoid ruining her wrists on the cruel steel above. The arm tightly embracing her waist feels firm - protective - but she knows Regina better than to believe she'll hold her up without further encouragement.
Fuck it if she thinks I'm going to beg...
As the thought flashes scarlet across her mind, the fingers working their delicious magic between her legs curl deviously up and her knees tremble warningly. She can feel the waves of ecstasy threatening to carry her into oblivion, and she begins to pant harshly in time with each thrust of the brunette's expert hand. She wants to shut it out and deny the darker woman the pleasure of victory, but she can feel herself coming rapidly undone.
A soft lick from her sternum to her jaw cinches the deal, and she cries out as her inner muscles flutter around the fingers buried deep inside her sex; begging the brunette to catch her as she falls.
"Oh, fuck!... Please... I can't-... I- ... Please!"
Regina tightens her embrace instantly; keeping Emma from collapsing down for fear of the blonde ripping the skin at her wrists. As the younger woman's quaking subsides, she strokes a finger gently up and down the sex-slick expanse of the blonde's spine.
"Shhh..."
She runs her hands into thick waves of golden silk, cupping the blonde's head to her shoulder as she feels harsh, exhausted breath expelled against her skin. As the fluttering of air becomes softer and a little more regular, she gives one final squeeze - tugging at the pale curls in her hand - before releasing them and stepping away.
"Just one little word, Emma..."
She repeats quietly. The blonde looks up slowly at the use of her first name and sighs as warm hands find her face once again; caressing her cheek softly.
"... Please."
There's an audible click as Regina turns a silver key in the Sheriff's retrains, followed by a metallic thud as they fall to the floor. The Mayor reaches for the blonde's abused wrists when the latter begins to rub at them viciously in an attempt to bring back circulation. She studies reddened flesh thoughtfully, before pulling the blonde into a rough kiss while her fingers work gently over bruised skin.
"See?... That wasn't so hard..."
She teases. Green eyes flicker up to meet her gaze; heavy with lust and hate, and she chuckles as she offers the younger woman a violent kiss that's eagerly reciprocated.
"Fuck you, Regina..."
"Please, Sheriff."