A/N: Again, this chapter contains a sex scene that borders on violent. It's the last scene of this nature for a while now :)
The Mayor comes to a halt at the entrance of the lefthand cell and turns expectantly; signalling that she wishes Emma to enter first. The blonde complies after a moment's hesitation, despite the fact that allowing anyone to order her around so easily goes against every fibre of her being. She hates adhering to the brunette's whims, but she's also curious. And a little wet. She casts her heavy boots a longing glance as she passes them; the chill of the stone floor biting at her feet through thick wool.
Regina feels a small flush of victory as the Sheriff pads her way dutifully into the small cell, admiring the younger woman's ass as she walks towards the cot in the corner. She advances on her immediately and grabs her by the waist; spinning the blonde around in front of the bed so that she faces her.
She pushes Emma easily onto the threadbare covers and smiles as she looks down on her from her superior height.
The blonde falls onto the bed awkwardly - across its width, rather than its length - and the cold brick behind props her up at the shoulders while her legs trail off the bed, spread slightly apart. She looks up at the brunette with a bemused expression, and the latter simply waits silently for the Sheriff to bore of her stoic glaring and scoot herself around so that she lies properly on the cot. Studying the blonde, Regina feels at the same time godlike, and as though she is standing over a body at a wake - what with the way the younger woman lies rigidly still - and she promptly climbs onto the bed so that she straddles the Sheriff across her stomach; her right kneecap digging uncomfortably into the brickwork due to the narrow mattress.
Pale hands immediately move up to rid her of her jacket, and the Mayor knocks them irritably aside. The frustrated pout this reaction earns her causes her to smile down snidely, and she runs one of her own hands gently over crimson lace.
The heat emanating against her palm is exquisite.
"You know, I can't help but notice that you're wearing considerably more than I am... Hardly fair."
Emma sighs.
"And what makes you assume for a second that I'm interested in this being fair?"
In spite of her words, the brunette can't help but view her current position with vague irritation; the tight fabric of her dress pants allowing the heat of the woman trapped beneath her to fuel her arousal, but offering no friction or relief whatsoever. As if blaming the blonde for her predicament, she drags her nails roughly over the lace of the Sheriff's bra; enjoying the way the fabric catches and pulls against her fingers and the sharp intake of breath that causes lean muscle to twitch against her core.
This could work...
She continues her rough ministrations over delicate fabric; snagging a few of the intricate whorls and delighting in the feel of the blonde's nipples stiffening tellingly beneath her fingers. She tweaks one cruelly through the thin material and is rewarded with a small hiss. She grins down into darkened eyes, and takes in the lustful parting of the younger woman's lips. She hasn't planned on kissing Emma - regarding the intimacy of the act to serve no purpose in her current ploy for revenge - but she can't take her eyes off the rosy pout she knows matches the flushed flesh of the blonde's inner core delightfully.
Emma permits her affection willingly, despite the sharp ache instigated in her bottom lip as the Mayor's mouth crashes violently against her own. The taste of the brunette's lipstick is foreign and medicinal, but not unpleasantly so. Regardless, she plans on there nothing but a ghosted memory of bold red on full lips by the time they're done here; already imagining what that particular shade will look like when marking several areas of her body.
Regina leans further forward, bracing her weight on her elbows and hands so that she can swing her legs to rest between Emma's own, effectively lying flush on top of her. She dominates the Sheriff momentarily with just the sheer, vital weight of her body; crushing her chest against the blonde's and pressing down with her stomach and hips.
Despite both women being slender, the position is strangely comfortable and the darker woman breathes in the peculiarly arousing scent of bourbon, while the younger woman breathes the delicate notes of Chanel No. 5. With a sigh, Regina moves down the blonde's body until she kneels between toned thighs that she spreads wide with her hands. The leg adjacent to the wall has little room to move, so the Mayor forces it up instead; testing the Sheriff's flexibility. When she gets it stretched at a right angle to peaked hips while remaining perfectly straight and offering no resistance, she hums appreciatively and gives it a firm push against the wall to let the blonde know to keep it there.
Emma complies happily enough; deciding that if this is her punishment for her little stunt the previous day, she'll gladly take it.
Regina begins to run her fingers gently over the soft skin of the Sheriff's thighs; occasionally brushing over the satin swatch of her underwear. She takes care to be delicate, pretending she's simply enjoying the sensation, which - she supposes - she is. Taking her time and watching the steady rise and fall of the blonde's chest, she runs one finger lightly over the crotch of the younger woman's lingerie, finding her centre and stroking its length slowly. Emma's closes her eyes and she adopts an uncharacteristically serene expression.
The Mayor continues running her finger over the slow-dampening fabric; keeping her attention trained on the Sheriff's face. With her other hand, she reaches into the pocket of her jacket and pulls out the blonde's gun. She had been hoping to use the cold shock of the metal to surprise the younger woman, but its proximity to her body heat has left the gun strangely warm.
She supposes she'll just have to take a more direct approach.
"Jesus! What the fuck!"
Green eyes shoot open as the Sheriff scrambles quickly away up the bed; mouth open in shock. Regina smirks, showing her the gun which she had moments ago pressed firmly to the blonde's satin-covered sex.
"What in the actual fuck, Regina?!"
And, there's no guarded discipline to the younger woman's tone now as she cries out hoarsely; eyes wide and cheeks pink. The Mayor studies her curiously, delighting in the way her rapid breathing causes globed flesh encased in harlot's red to heave.
"You really should be more careful where you leave your belongings, Miss Swan."
"Fuck you!"
"Really, dear, you-"
She lets out a hiss of surprise as Emma's hand connects sharply with her cheek.
And then she doesn't play anymore.
Emma yelps as her guilty hand is gripped firmly at the wrist, while the brunette's other hand grabs at her hips and thighs with bruising force to wrestle her down onto the bed. Once pinned beneath the darker woman, sharp teeth bite cruelly at the bare flesh of her stomach while manicured nails leave raw trails over her ass and the accessible flesh of her legs.
"Regina!"
She cries out as her underwear is yanked unceremoniously to the side and slim fingers enter her roughly. She's grateful for the Mayor's previous teasing, as there's no foreplay to the violent intrusion, and, while slightly uncomfortable, she knows there could well have been pain.
Regina thrusts her fingers forcefully, her eyes impossibly dark as she glares down at the woman beneath her. Her movements are savage and aggressive, and she can feel the muscles of the blonde's core begin to clamp around her fingers despite the unease written across the Sheriff's face.
"Bad move, Miss Swan..."
She seethes, and the blonde lets out a choked cry; her body's reaction to the forceful fucking sickeningly rapid and a little painful. Her legs shake while her mind thrums blackly, and for a second, she's afraid she's about to pass out.
Without allowing her time to recover, Regina pulls at her sternly; manipulating her body and pushing her until she lies on her stomach. A tug to her hips pulls her clumsily onto her knees, while a firm hand in her hair keeps her head down on the pillow. She struggles to comprehend exactly what's going on; feeling unusually uncoordinated as confusion and arousal go to war.
A sharp smack to her ass has her quickly brought back to the here and now, and she lets out a quiet hiss of irritation.
Regina rips the blonde's ruined underwear swiftly aside and resumes her work with her fingers without warning. The noise this rewards her is so close to a scream that it almost brings her over the edge, and she increases her speed until she's rewarded with the real thing. Emma struggles restlessly to try and crawl away; hands gripping fistfuls of old fabric uselessly.
"Regina! Fuck!"
The brunette chuckles wryly, her grip firm at the Sheriff's waist to keep her from moving too far. The blonde is becoming harder and harder to hold as she bucks and struggles fitfully; her flesh now slick with a light sheen of perspiration. Grabbing the younger woman's hips with strong hands, the Mayor flips her with difficulty so that she lies on her back and moves her mouth to where her fingers have been excelling themselves. She grips the blonde's hipbones with bruising force to keep her from breaking the contact between her tongue and the younger woman's sex.
"Stop! Fuck! Hey!"
Emma thrashes uselessly, trying to gain purchase of the brunette's hair, shoulders, hands, anything, so that she can throw her off. The intensity of the pleasure to her sex - already sensitive from the rough orgasm just moments ago - is bordering on pain, and she's having trouble breathing. One of her kicking feet makes sharp contact with the Mayor's side and the latter stops her work just long enough to growl angrily
"Ah! You stupid girl!"
She removes one hand from its firm hold on Emma's hips and uses it to blindly catch the blonde's thrashing leg awkwardly at the knee. She tightens her grip - digging in her nails in cruel reprimand - and focuses all of her attention on the bundle of nerves beneath her tongue. The leg in her hand - and the other which lies trapped between herself and the wall - begins to shake tellingly, and she lets go of the younger woman's knee in order to place her palm flat on the blonde's stomach.
Strong thighs wrap themselves around her shoulders reflexively, but Regina notes they take care not to kick or knock her unnecessarily. She removes her mouth from the Sheriff's spent folds and rests her jaw gently on the bare skin at her pubis; looking up along taut planes of pale flesh to where green eyes are tightly squeezed shut.
Slowly, Emma lowers her legs from the brunette's shoulders, although the movement is entirely graceless. Her limbs feel like jelly, and she has to work much too hard to simply get them to respond at all.
"Fuck..."
"So you keep saying."
Regina smirks and she pats the blonde's stomach almost companionably before removing herself from the bed. She smooths out the creases in her shirt and dress pants, before bending down to pick up discarded red lace and letting it drop next to the Sheriff.
"Well, dear, this was fun, and I do believe you've almost learnt your lesson."
Emma doesn't open her eyes - her breathing still harsh and uneven - and the Mayor wonders if she's even aware of where she is. Smiling, she supposes this works well in her favour. Stalking over to the barred door, she lets herself out before swinging it shut. Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out the second item she'd bought along for this little excursion. She finds the skeleton key for the cell and slips it into the lock. The scrape of metal on metal seems to finally get through to the blonde and Emma opens her eyes to witness the brunette turn the key and step away.
"Hey, wh-what?..."
"As I said, I'm sure you'll learn your lesson."
"Hey, no, wait, Regina!"
Emma scrambles up from the bed and staggers slightly as she rushes to the cell's door. The Mayor makes a quick bet with herself that the blonde will proceed to rattle uselessly at the bars and is proven right.
Idiot woman.
"Well, this has been fun... I'm sure I'll be seeing you, Sheriff."
"What?! What the hell, Regina!? How am I supposed to get out of here!?"
"That, my dear, is really not my problem."
She smiles, tuning out the onslaught of yelling and swearing that follows and simply fluttering her fingers in farewell as she turns to leave. Before she can open the door, she's struck by a peculiar afterthought and hesitates with her hand on the knob. Sighing - and silently asking herself when she turned so soft - she turns back and walks towards the cells. Emma shuts up immediately, and the Mayor has to admit, the girl seems to be learning quickly.
But it's no good now.
She enters the cell adjacent to Emma's - ignoring the bright-eyed confusion that follows her every movement - and strips the bed of its blanket; sliding the throw briskly beneath the bars into the blonde's cell before turning to take her leave without a second glance.