Regina Mills
"Henry we are expecting company; can you turn off your game?" I ask as I make my way into the living room.
Neal should be here any minute and I'm a nervous wreck. I don't know how Henry will accept this news about his real father. I keep introducing new parents to him and turning his world upside down and he's only six. I know Emma isn't going anywhere but for some reason my mind keeps wondering if this means Henry will love me any less.
The doorbell echoes through our townhome, but Emma is the first one to answer. When Emma and Neal enter the living room, I awkwardly shake Neal's hand because I'm not really sure how else to greet the man right now.
"Henry, do you remember my friend from the wedding?" Emma questions gently while Henry nods along.
"Hey kid! Good to see you again," Neal beams as he ruffles Henry's hair playfully.
I sit down next to Henry and Emma claims the spot on the other side of him. Neal follows our lead and sits next to Emma. My heart races knowing what is to come. I already had to introduce a second parent into my son's life and now I have to do it all over again.
"Henry, we have to talk to you about something," I begin as I hold Henry's little hand in mine. He just stares into my eyes not saying a word as my thumb draws random patterns against his soft skin. "Henry remember how we told you Emma dated your dad and he had to leave the country?"
I hope I'm saying this correctly for his sake.
"Yeah I remember mom." His dark green eyes sparkle with curiosity as he never takes his eyes off me.
"Well this is Neal," I wave my hand in Neal's direction, "he is your father."
"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner, kid. I'm really excited to hang out with you, if that's something you'd be interested in," Neal offers sounding a little intimidated compared to his usual calm and smooth self.
"Are there anymore parents I don't know about?" Henry deadpans, completely serious causing Emma and I to laugh rather hard.
"No kid, this is it. I promise. Just us three," Emma states trying to hold back her laughter.
"Okay then. I'm excited to have a dad. I always wanted one!" Henry smiles showing all his tiny teeth except for one in the front that just recently fell out.
Here I was worried about breaking the news to my son, but I never thought how he might actually want a dad. He probably sees all the other kids at school with their dads, I'm sure he has been jealous or maybe confused about everything.
"Alright well if you'd like, Neal offered to take you to the park for a little bit so you can spend some time together. Maybe get to know one another," I explain while my thumb continues slow, soothing strokes against the back of his hand.
I went from raising this little boy alone for five years to having to share him with two other people. It hurts a little bit and there's a pang of jealously lingering in my heart, but I know the more people who love Henry, the better off my son will be.
"Yeah mom! I want to go," Henry squeaks out as he jumps to his feet.
"Okay go get your shoes, then you guys can go," Emma instructs but Henry is already running away across the living room, on a mission.
"He's amazing girls, you did an awesome job. He took this really well for a little boy his age," Neal compliments sincerely.
"Better than when we told him about Emma," I smirk earning myself an elbow to the ribs.
"Not funny," Emma deadpans, reminding me of our son.
My girlfriend had explained everything to Neal at the wedding once she had a few too many drinks. So, he knows now that I've raised Henry by myself for the first five years.
"Okay moms, I'm all ready to go!"
"It's cute how he says moms," Neal points out through a wide goofy grin. Emma and I simply nod in return with matching smiles.
"Okay Henry, be good. Remember your manners and listen to Neal," I order.
"I will mom."
I scoop my son into a tight hug and plant a loving kiss to his forehead. Emma repeats my actions before Henry runs out the door, exploding with excitement.
"He'll be fine. I promise," Neal vows, trying to calm my nerves.
"Call us if you need anything!" I plead in which he respectfully agrees.
There's no reason to fight Neal to keep him away from our son. Eventually Henry would resent me for that and that's the last thing I would want for our relationship. I know Neal would be persistent on getting to know Henry, just like Emma was. He didn't even know about his son and I truly believe if he knew Emma was pregnant, he would've taken his girlfriend on the run with him.
I shut the door behind Neal and blow out a heavy sigh. Emma curls her fingers around my shoulders and connects our lips delicately.
"They'll be fine," she confirms with a reassuring smile. I know she is right and I have nothing to worry about, but motherly instincts are always on high alert.
"Well I have to stop by my classroom to pick up a few things that I left last night. I'll be back in an hour or so," I explain.
"Okay I'll see you soon."
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I stuff my folder with all the essays that I need to finish grading this week before placing them into my bag. The faint sound of heels clicking against the old linoleum floor echo through the hall. I still my actions and listen carefully as the sound grows louder. I furrow my eyebrows confused by the intruder. My heart begins beating in time to the rhythm of the heels. My classroom is the only class at the end of this hallway and it's a Sunday, nobody else should be here right now.
"Miss Mills?" The all too familiar angelic voice resonates in my ears and calms my nerves.
Blonde curls cascade through the crack of the door as Emma peeks her head inside. I shake my head at my girlfriend and fight back my ever-growing smile.
"Come in Miss Swan," I command with authority, but my tone quickly changes as she steps inside the room. "What are you doing here?"
"Well Neal is going to have Henry for a few hours so we have some free time."
She stalks toward me, heels madly clicking away, kick starting my heart once again. I didn't notice until now that she has on a very long coat of mine. My lips twist as I wonder why she would be wearing heels and my coat.
"What are you doing Em?" I quiz before she reaches my desk.
She shakes her head.
"In here, I am Miss Swan and you are Miss Mills. Have you forgotten the rules already?"
She corks an eyebrow up as she holds my gaze, bringing me back to all those years ago when we first met, and I enforced those silly rules between us. The gorgeous blonde stops right in front of me. Neither one of us say a word, we just stare into one another's eyes, allowing our love to pulsate wildly between us.
Her green eyes sparkle with lust, heat and excitement. I can only focus on the sounds of her shallow breathing, the rise and fall of her chest. Her strong grip wraps around my ass before she lifts me into the air and tosses me onto my own desk. I feel a sharp pain as my ass connects with the hard, wooden desk, but I am too excited to care.
Emma steps in between my legs as her fingers rush to the buttons on my blouse. I watch her closely as she unbuttons each one feverishly, as if she has never seen what's beneath this material. She slips her fingers under the blouse at my shoulders and slowly slides the fabric down my arms eliciting goosebumps to pop their way to the surface.
"I told you once before that I would have you on this desk...and that's a promise I intend to keep," she husks, keeping her eyes locked onto me with intensity burning furiously in those irises.
Her green eyes blaze a fiery passion as she begins unbuttoning her coat. My lips part and I try to suck in more oxygen once I realize what she is wearing under my coat.
Between my legs, my blonde goddess stands with her hair flowing down around her perky breasts. She displays a red and black matching bra and thong. This bra is obviously only for show because her breasts are spilling over the top. The silk red fabric stops right at the tops of her nipples, while the black lace wraps around the bottom of the bra.
My eyes fall to her bare stomach, where her tight abs are on full display for my greedy eyes. If I didn't know this woman, I would never have guessed she carried a baby in that perfectly sculpted stomach.
The thong has the silky red fabric across her waistline, there is a gap exposing her pale skin and then the black lace barely exposing her smooth core underneath, that I so desperately crave to touch.
"Something wrong Miss Mills? You seem awfully quiet," she provokes while dropping the coat to the ground. I lick my lips and bite down hard on my bottom lip, begging my brain to say something in response.
"Not at all Miss Swan," my voice betrays me, cracking on the simple phrase, promoting my girlfriend to smile in victory.
"Tell me Miss Mills, since you are my teacher, instruct me on what to do."
"Kiss me," I demand in a breathless whisper, revealing just how lost I am for her body.
Emma takes a forceful step forward. "Where?"
"My lips," I breathe.
"Do you want it rough or slow, Miss Mills?"
All this teasing is killing me.
"You decide."
Emma shakes her head in defiance and reaches behind her back. My breathing is erratic as I wait in anticipation for what's to come. She pulls out a ruler from the back of her thong. My mouth dries up as my eyes pop in wonderment. Emma yanks my hand toward her and places the ruler inside.
"You are in charge, Miss Mills. When I don't obey, you spank me with this." My eyes triple in pure shock.
"Emma, what school uses a ruler as punishment anymore?"
"First of all...Miss Swan" she demands coldly. "Second of all, it's my game. Follow the rules or I will spank you with this ruler," her words are stern and I instantly feel myself growing increasingly wet from her authority. I take a deep breath and nod, understanding the game.
"Now, Miss Mills how do you want me to kiss those sexy thick lips of yours?" She inquires as she licks her own thin pale lips.
"Slow," I insist inspiring her to smile.
My girlfriend steps closer enclosing the awful gap between us. Her lips are so close I can almost feel them and for a moment I think about begging her to touch me.
"Where do you want my hands?" She mutters as her warm breath hits my needy lips. My body tingles with anticipation, but she is milking this situation for everything she has.
"My thighs," I order in a shaky breath.
I need to compose myself if I'm supposed to be the one in charge. I just can't help the way Emma makes me feel. I lose all control and any sense of stability when she's around. Especially dressed like that.
Emma's fingertips press firmly into my skin as she pushes her way up my thighs and her lips finally brush against mine. The kiss is so light I can hardly feel the shape of her delectable lips. I lean forward wanting to feel more, but Emma pulls away.
"You said slow Miss Mills," she sighs as her nails dig into my hot flesh and trail red marks down to my knees. "Did I fail, listening to your instructions?" She pouts innocently, really slipping into this character she is playing.
Dear lord, she's going to kill me. Right here, right now.
"I need more from your kiss. It can be slow but with more passion," I explain and watch my girlfriend try to hide back her smile.
"Yes Miss Mills," her lips connect with mine once more while her palms press forward, up my thighs again.
I think from all the teasing and pent up need my mind is starting to lose focus and everything around me is becoming one giant blur.
This kiss is slow but noticeably deeper than the last. She pours all her love and passion into this one kiss. I can very clearly feel how much she craves me by the way her tongue explores my mouth.
Heat pulsates from my center as my need grows for this woman. I'm becoming frantic from my body starving for more. I suck her bottom lip between my teeth and bite down, taking the control she obviously desires from me. The combination of her whimper and moan have my bundle of nerves throbbing for attention.
"Em-" I start to moan her name but stop myself once I remember her rules. She breaks apart our kiss that instant. Her eyes are darker now as they shift back and forth searching into mine for confirmation of my mistake.
"Did you just say Emma? Didn't I already warn you?" Her voice is low and erotic, something I never heard from her before, but also can't wait to hear again.
"I was clearing my throat," I defend trying to lie my way through this predicament. Her eyes squint as she stares me down, but I hold her gaze, challenging her right back.
"One, for not following the rules Miss Mills and another for lying to me," she commands and steps out of my embrace.
I bite my lip knowing what is to come but I cannot deny the exhilaration coursing through my veins. I can feel the heat and arousal spreading feverishly between my legs.
Why is this turning me on so much?
"Off the desk," she orders, and I obey obediently.
Emma abruptly flips me around by my waist, so I am facing the desk. She is not gentle when she rips my skirt from my hips and down my thighs.
"Step," she demands forcing my feet to step out from my skirt.
The controlling blonde tosses the clothing aside and I yelp instantly when she doesn't waste a minute before cracking the ruler against my awaiting flesh. I gulp down and bite my lip as I wait for the next blow.
Emma roughly grips my hair into her fist and pushes me forward, so I am laying across the desk. My overheated body welcomes the cool wooden desk below as I reach forward and curl my fingers onto the edge in front of me. The smacking sound is a lot worse than the pain as the ruler connects with my bottom. In fact, it honestly doesn't hurt. The sensation only makes me crave her touch more and the ache between my legs to throb harshly.
I hear her toss the ruler back onto the desk. She releases my hair and soothingly rubs the palm of her hand down my back and to my ass. She caresses my bottom with both hands, soothing the faint sting away.
Now my former blonde student just fueled my fire to step back in control. It is my turn to be strict and I am going to have my way with her, with that ruler. I flip back around and stand from the desk, narrowing my eyes upon my lover.
"I thought I'm the teacher, Miss Swan? You stepped out of bounce, that was highly inappropriate." I taunt while standing just a little taller. "If you don't intend on failing, you better make sure you follow my instructions very carefully," I challenge with a stoic look.
I can tell Emma is struggling to hold back her smile. She is enjoying this, and I can't say that I'm not. With one hand I grip the back of her neck and pull her in close. I brutally slam my lips against hers and guide her tongue while we kiss passionately. We are all tongues, as we moved hastily, each trying to take more and more of one another.
I don't know how much longer I can play this little game.
I push my girlfriend back with my free hand causing her to stumble on her high fuck me heels.
"Let me teach you how to properly give a spanking," I urge in a sultry tone.
Emma examines my moves intently as she takes a step closer. I regally sit down in my chair and tap my legs gingerly with the ruler. Emma slips perfectly into the submissive role and lays across my lap.
"One for teasing. One for spanking me. One for going out in public dressed like that. And one for being so damn hot," she nods, understanding.
I slide one finger below the lacy fabric before I snap the material against her plump bottom. I pull back and smack her pale cheeks. A yelp escapes her lips as her body clenches from the sudden contact. I smack her again, harder this time but she moans in response. I gently caress the red marks that contrast beautifully against her white skin.
"Fuck," she whimpers.
I have to know just how wet she is for me so I slip my finger between her thighs to find my girlfriend soaked. She is wiggling back into my touch, attempting to feel more from my teasing fingers. I yank away from slick center and crack the ruler against her flesh again. I lean forward and bite down on one firm cheek earning a delirious hum from the pretty blonde below me. One last final blow and I toss the ruler to the ground. I spread her legs and ease two fingers into her wet center, winning a victorious scream of ecstasy.
I pull my fingers from her core and guide my girlfriend to stand on her own two feet. I stand from my chair and effortlessly hop onto my desk with a salacious grin.
"Now, we are done with this little game. I need you now. Fuck me like you've never fucked me before, Em-ma," I taunt as I spread my legs suggestively for my blonde lover.
"Fuck Gina," she doesn't waste another second before rushing over to my side.
My gorgeous woman climbs on top of the desk and shoves me down to lay upon my back. She is on all fours, hovering above me as she leans down to connect our lips. Everything from that moment on is a rush. There was so much teasing leading up to this point, we are both too hopeless. There is an urgency that neither one of us can slow down.
Emma slithers her way down my body. She drapes one of my legs over her shoulder and goes savage as she licks and sucks my clit. My vision blurs while I cry out from the most unimaginable euphoric state. She thrusts two slender fingers inside my wet entrance without any warning, but I am so wet, she is sliding in and out with ease.
She continues to attack my sweet spot as her tongue is ruthless on my throbbing bud. Just wanting her touch so much is enough to send me over the edge. She has my hips spinning out of control while my hands are digging into whatever I can claw at. I am blacking out from the pleasure as I scream her name over and over again. I feel my release explode through my body and for a brief second, I think I might actually pass out from the pleasure vibrating through my body.
Once my trembling limbs begin to calm down I start to flip us over, but Emma holds me down in place.
"Stay," is all she says before she kisses me lovingly.
She works her hips in a perfect rhythm to build another orgasm for me. It doesn't take much before we are both quivering against one another's slick bodies.
"I love you too much," she confesses as her body relaxes on top of mine.
"I know the feeling," I agree as I run my fingers through her long blonde curls.