More Than She Wanted

-A Newfound Interest:

Regina's newfound "interest" quickly gets a drawer of its own. The handcuffs soon get joined by a couple of silk scarfs and, admitted, a few of Maleficent's ties. Who knew ties could be so useful?

Maleficent is more than willing to take part in Regina's newfound interest, in fact, she's most eager to. And Regina suspects that she has wanted this for quite some time.

,,If this continues, the drawer will be full of whips very soon," the dragon teases lovingly and drops a kiss on Regina's shoulder.

,,No," Regina says firmly. She may enjoy this new aspect of their marriage, but she has certain boundaries. ,,No whips."

,,Chains?"

Regina considers it for a while. Hmm. Chains. That doesn't sound too bad. ,,Perhaps."

Maleficent chuckles quietly and wraps the covers a bit tighter around them. ,,You are quite… kinky."

Regina wrinkles her nose. ,,I don't like that word. I have certain.. preferences, that's all."

,,Right, preferences." Maleficent teases.

Regina makes a face at her and rolls onto her other side. She should probably throw some rude comment back at her, but she doesn't feel like doing so. Not now. She's too satisfied and tired. Tired in the good way obviously. This new aspect in their marriage has proven to be quite interesting. And Regina loves it. More than she thought she would. She assumed she would balk at the idea of being dominated, but surprisingly, she doesn't. She likes it. And Maleficent is very good dominating her, and making her beg, and Regina suspects that she isn't the first woman the Mistress of all Evil has dominated.

But it doesn't matter. That was the past. It doesn't matter to Regina what happened in the past.

Maleficent might be very good at playing this "game", but she never pushes Regina past her boundaries. She's always extremely attentive, always making sure that Regina is still comfortable. And she never does anything Regina wouldn't want her to do.

And Regina feels so safe every time they are engaging in this sort of game. It feels good to give up control and let someone else take the wheel so to speak. It's pure stress relief. And there is nothing awkward or embarrassing about it. She doesn't feel like she's playing a role, well she is playing a role, but not like that. It's feels... natural. It's all about balance.

And of course, it's not something that happens every night, god no. It takes a certain mood. And the reassurance that they are alone in the mansion. It's all about balance.

Maleficent fiddles with silk scarf that was binding Regina's wrists only moments before. ,,What are you thinking about?"

,,That I like this game."

,,No kidding, darling," Maleficent chuckles and waves the silk scarf in her face.

,,Pretty soon we won't be able to do it anymore," Regina says a bit dissatisfied and gestures towards her growing belly.

Maleficent gives it a tender kiss. ,,We have all the time in the world afterwards, my dear."

,,Between being responsible mothers? I doubt it," Regina says flatly.

,,We'll find the time. I would like to keep you interested in this new hobby."

Regina chuckles. ,,I don't think it will be much of a struggle to do that."

,,Probably not no," Maleficent agrees and plays with the silk scarf. ,,But you might have a point about us not being able to do this for much longer."

,,Mmm, very soon I will be whale sized and unable to lie on my back for more than thirty seconds," Regina quips.

,,It would be a terrible shame not to take advance of the little time we have left, don't you think?"

,,What are you suggesting right now my dear?" Regina purrs.

Maleficent waves her hand and makes the silk scarf tie Regina's wrists to the headboard once more.

,,Now there's idea," Regina murmurs slightly breathless and shudders when Mal's teeth scrapes against her collarbone.

For the next few hours, the two sorceresses are deeply engaged in their game, and it involves Regina crying out and yanking at the silk scarf that binds her wrists to the headboard.

Regina's head is completely clouded with pleasure, and she can't think of nothing else than Maleficent's voice calling out to her and whispering things in her ear. It's both torturous and delicious at the same time, and that little bit of pain involved just doubles the pleasure.

Obviously, Mal isn't hurting her. Not really. Maleficent would never hurt her, but she's more than willing to leave nice, little bitemarks here and there if it brings Regina pleasure. And oh, how it does. Regina cries out and yanks at the scarf once more.

Maleficent is always being extremely cautious whenever she gets near Regina's middle section. They might be enjoying this, but Regina is still pregnant, and nothing is more important than their children's welfare. So, no extreme actions while Regina is pregnant. That's the rule.

And that's about the only rule, really. Regina knows just enough about this type of activities to be aware over that they should probably have a safe-word or something like that. But it's not necessary. They don't need a safe-word. Mal has said about a thousand times that she's never going to push Regina, and Regina trusts her completely. That's essential if they are to do this in the future, trust.

Maleficent is still teasing her deliciously slowly and gives her only tiny previews of what's to come. Pleasure mounts inside Regina, and she can feel herself getting and closer. She's just about to inform Maleficent of it when their game is interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing again.

Both women instantly snap out of it, and Maleficent even puts a finger over Regina's lips to keep her quiet. They listen and hear the unmistakable sound of voices coming from downstairs.

Regina scrambles to come up in a sitting position and Maleficent fumbles with the silk scarf, curses, and then waves her hand to free Regina's wrists from their position on the headboard.

,,Is the door locked?" Regina hisses and scrambles around in the search for her clothes.

Mal waves her hand again and they hear a click from the bedroom door. ,,Well, now it is."

Regina finally finds her clothes and quickly shimmies into her underwear. So far so good.

They listen again. There's more than one person downstairs, that's for sure. Regina frowns and concentrates to separate the voices:

,,Where do you suppose your mom is, kid?"

,,Dunno. Maybe she's out somewhere with Maleficent?"

Oh, damn it. Regina and Maleficent quickly recovers the rest of their clothes and Regina hastily buttons her shirt.

,,What is Henry doing here?" Maleficent hisses quietly as she zips her pants. ,,I thought he was supposed to stay with Emma?."

,,He was, until Sunday. Something must have happened," Regina murmurs as she pops her skirt back on and buttons her shirt clumsily.

Maleficent sighs deeply. ,,Regina, my darling. It is Sunday."

,,Is it?" Regina gapes at her wife. ,,I thought it was only Saturday!"

Maleficent grins. ,,You forgot he was coming home today, didn't you?"

,,Yes," Regina admits and blushes. Incredible. Maleficent had actually managed to make her forget about her own son.

,,I think you are very inattentive when you are engaged in something."

,,I got carried away," Regina confesses and bites her lip.

,,So did I." Maleficent grins at first, but then she frowns and looks a bit disapprovingly. ,,You didn't get to finish."

,,I'm well aware," Regina replies bitterly. She's not very happy with having been denied an orgasm.

,,This isn't over," Maleficent says firmly as she buttons her shirt. ,,We're not done yet."

,,Raincheck later," Regina agrees and puts her shoes back on. When she stands from the bed, she feels how the blood rushes away from her brain, and it makes her a little dizzy for a second.

Maleficent instantly grabs her upper arm. ,,Are you alright?"

,,I'm fine," Regina assures. ,,Just dizzy from lying down so long."

Maleficent smirks, and Regina unlocks the door and peaks into the hallway. She hears the sound of the television in Henry's room and she sighs of relief. Henry doesn't need to see the pair of them emerge from the bedroom.

,,Do you think we dodged the bullet?" Maleficent whispers as they head downstairs.

Well, almost.

Emma is still downstairs. And she's currently calling someone.

Regina soon finds out who. A second later her phone goes off in her pocket, and Emma snaps her head up at the sound.

,,There you are. I thought maybe you were out or something, that's why I was calling you."

,,We're right here," Regina dismisses, and dearly hopes that it's the end of that conversation.

Unfortunately, she isn't that lucky. Emma measures them both from head to toe and then shakes her head. ,,Seriously? It's midday!"

She makes the connection awfully fasts, Regina thinks to herself. ,,I'm allowed to take a nap, Swan. I'm pregnant."

,,Must have been one hell of a nap," Emma says dryly and looks like she's somewhere between amusement and reassignment.

,,Excuse me?"

,,You missed a few buttons," Emma cackles and shakes her head.

Regina looks down. Emma is right. Her shirt is indeed half undone still. The brunette turns to Maleficent who shrugs in an "oops-manner".

,,A warning would have been good," Regina hisses as she uses magic to button her shirt.

,,I didn't know," Maleficent says carefree.

,,A bit hard not to notice," Regina says and grinds her teeth.

,,Well excuse me, I'm not an expert in buttoning shirts. Unbuttoning them on the other hand…"

,,Okay!" Regina interrupts before the dragon gets the chance to finish the sentence.

,,God you two are impossible," Emma sniggers. ,,There's married couples and then there's you."

,,You are quite right, Savior," Mal drawls and wraps an arm around Regina's shoulder. ,,We're in a league of our own."

To Be Continued..