What Regina Wants, Parts 6-8
Title: What Regina Wants
Pairing: Swan Queen, Regina/Emma
Summary: Regina got what she wanted. Now it’s Emma’s turn
Rating: M, dubcon
Part 6
Pressing her advantage, Emma practically threw her against her own desk. The office phone went flying, the dull click of disconnection mixing in with the sounds of protest and fluttering papers. Regina’s eyes were wide with fury and more than a little uncertainty. She kicked and bucked, but it was too late- far too late. Her head hit the desk with a thud- hard enough to be disorienting. Vision swimming, she felt more than saw Emma leaning over her, as if coming in for the kill. She expected Emma to stop- there was nowhere else she could go.
Emma didn’t stop. Undulating her hips, she pushed the mayor completely flat on her back, keeping a tight hold of her wrists. Still disoriented, Regina nevertheless tried to kick out with her legs, tried to roll herself over and off her desk, tried to do something, anything, that would get her away from the blonde. But Emma was stronger than she was, and fueled by her own rage and no small amount of embarrassment over what she'd just allowed the dark-haired woman to do to her. Hell, what she'd practically begged her to do.
Finding her voice at last, Regina choked back a scream of rage. “What the hell are you doing?!” Her eyes were frightening.
Emma was uncowed, and leaned over her, pressing the mayor’s wrists into the desk with one hand, high above her head. “What you want,” she growled back. Spotting the disconnected phone, she groped for the cord with her free hand in a moment of inspiration. Without taking her eyes off of the older woman, she wrapped the cord tightly around her wrists. She had some experience with tying people up, and once she was finished, she tested the bonds, and smirked. "That was what this was all about, right?" And then it was her turn to silence the other woman by covering Regina’s lips with her own. Her turn to battle for control, ripping kisses from the other woman, taking what she wanted. Her turn to hike up Regina’s skirt and tear her underwear away. Red lace. Strangely, she wasn't surprised.
Regina's head was finally beginning to clear, and she knew that she was not going to allow this to happen. But she was very rapidly running out of options. When Emma kissed her, she allowed it for half a moment, even allowing her lips to part so the blonde's tongue could attempt to take possession of her lips. And then she bit down. Hard.
With a pained shriek, Emma pulled back, a trail of red dripping down from the corner of her mouth.
Despite her urge to, Regina couldn't exactly smirk back up at her, though she struggled a bit more feverishly against the phone cord biting into her wrists. There was blood on her lips, too, and before she could think better of it, the tip of her tongue emerged, drinking in the taste of the other woman.
Which, of course, incensed the blonde all the more. "You're a fucking bitch, you know that?" she breathed angrily. Her own knee insinuated itself between pale thighs. If Regina thought she was going to back off just from a little bite, she was dead wrong.
Locking eyes, the mayor almost smirked again, though she looked just a little too hesitant to actually do so. Her eyes, though, looked entirely too smug for Emma's liking. "I do, very well. Now. Get. Off." Her gaze hardened, and she bucked against the deputy, trying to leverage herself off her back. This was not how sex in her office worked. She was the one who pushed people around and took advantage of them. Not the other way around. Never the other way around. No one ever dared to try it.
But apparently Emma Swan did. Raising an eyebrow, the younger woman almost laughed, and leaned even more of her weight onto the brunette. "Oh, I did, thanks," Emma purred, her fingers burning a trail of heat from her knee to her inner thighs. "Your turn."
And then long, questing fingers slowly slid their way inside the older woman. And Emma did laugh, then. "My, Madame Mayor. You're so very, very wet. I told you this was what you wanted."
"I will destroy you for this..." Regina tried to hiss out, but all that escaped was a single, drawn out moan of sheer, unadulterated pleasure. Inwardly fuming, she tried to buck again, tried to fight, tried to do anything but spread her hips futher apart and groan out her need for the other woman. She failed.
Part 7
Smirking at her victory, the blonde slid her fingers back out. Before the mayor could protest, she leaned in to kiss her again, re-entering at the same time, and the tip of her thumb reached to flick itself against Regina's clit, eliciting another long, strangled groan.
This time, the brunette kissed back, too lost in the feelings those skilled fingers were drawing out of her to worry about fighting. Keeping her thumb circling around the bud of her clit, Emma built up to a steady rhythm, deepening her thrusts, going faster, harder, with every exhale through their joined lips.
Quickly finding herself overwhelmed by sensation, it was all Regina could do to keep up, thrusting her hips forward in time with the strong, steady motions of Emma's fingers. And when the blonde added a third within her, she threw her head back, forced to break the kiss and draw in a shaky, heaving breath. She was getting close.
Which is when those fingers stilled within her, causing Regina's eyes to snap open in furious confusion, demanding without words.
Emma only offered an enigmatic smile. "Your turn," she whispered, as if that explained everything.
"Wha-- uhng!" the mayor hissed, the end drowning into a grunt from another thrust of the blonde's fingers. Her head leaned back against the desk, trying to read Emma's mind through her eyes, to no avail. What the hell was the damned woman playing at?
A raised eyebrow was her only answer, and another rough pulling away of those fingers. And then Regina realized, and for the first time in a while, fought against the cord binding her arms. "Go to hell, Miss Swan." Her voice was ragged from her need and from those lovely gasps Emma seemed intent on wresting from her.
"Hey, you want me to stop, I'll stop." Emma's grin was practically palpable. "But if you don't.... you're gonna have to say it, Madame Mayor." She thrust in again, quickly, and curled her fingers inside the other woman, rubbing them along the entire length of her inner walls.
Regina's pride was burning, at war with the rest of her. And it was considerable. Emma was making it very clear: if she wanted to come, she'd have to give in. And Regina did not give in. Not to anyone. The irritating thing about this was that she'd been in Emma's position before- lording her power over her conquests, demanding they yield... She'd done it countless times, in Storybrooke and.. before. She knew exactly how smug the deputy was, how much she was looking forward to hearing her pride give out, the raw pleasure she got out of seeing the mayor writhing like this. "You-- God damn you!" She hissed through gritted teeth.
Emma stopped thrusting. The two opponents stared at one another, both refusing to give the other what she wanted. The moment stretched, broken only by the ragged sounds of their breathing. Regina was horribly close, they both knew. Just the barest little bit more, and she would be coming undone, grunting and gasping and her scream echoing around the office as Emma's had done shortly before. But that would only come if she gave in now....
Emma only stared at her, her thumb playing mercilessly overly her clitoris as she waited. Regina trembled from the force of her need, eyes closing as she shook, so very, very close. The blonde waited, lips still touching the brunette's wanting to taste the word as soon as it was uttered. Because of course it would be.
Regina's lips parted, an inch away from giving in, from saying that one tiny, tiny word that would allow her to come, for the wave of her own desire to come crashing into her. She drew in a ragged breath.
And was interrupted by the insistent buzzing of Emma's cell phone.
Part 8
Startled, the blonde pulled her head back, glancing down at the annoying device at her hip. She seemed to consider....
"Don't. You. Dare," Regina growled, eyes snapped open again, blazing into the deputy's own.
And her decision was made. Smirking with mischievous intent, Emma reached down with her free hand and flipped open her buzzing phone. "Deputy Swan," she answered cheerfully, and punctuated the statement with a pointed thrust into the other woman.
Regina bit her cheek to keep from screaming, only partially succeeding. Emma shot her a glare, as if the noises were all Regina's fault. Though she was watching the older woman come with rapt attention, fascinated and enthralled by the look on her face. "Uh-huh," she managed to say to the person on the end of the phone, and was secretly proud of the interest she was feigning. "And how long has he been like that?"
Throughout her conversation, most of which consisted of Emma going 'uh-huh' and listening, she continued to thrust slowly and methodically into the older woman, prolonging her torture for as long as possible. Whimpering, Regina struggled not to scream or moan or do anything that would give herself away and ruin her reputation to whoever it was on the phone. It didn't matter who it was. Regina was forced to hold off on her orgasm, to make herself wait. Until finally Emma spoke again. "I see," she said flatly. "Well, don't try to move him. I'll be right there."
Clicking the phone off, she gave a... well, not completely unapologetic smile down at the mayor, and withdrew her fingers completely from her. She was, of course, fully aware she was leaving Regina in a very compromising position, underwear torn off, tied to her desk... and denied. She smirked all the more for it. And she did not feel guilty at all. Served Regina right for daring to dismiss her.
Left teetering on the edge of her own need, Regina fought against the damn phone cord biding her hands, and swore. Loudly. "What the Hell do you think you're doing?!" she finished, and finally began to manage to get a little leeway in her bonds. "Deputy!"
"Sorry. Duty calls," Emma smirked, and leaned over to clean her fingers off on the mayor's shirt. That done, she looked down and gave herself a quick inspection, much as the mayor herself had done not long before. Satisfied, she glanced over her shoulder at the mayor- still bound, still furious, and looking utterly desperate. She turned away again, still smirking.
"Emma!"
The blonde felt her heart skip a beat. Her resolve buckled, and she wanted nothing more than to run back, to see the look on her face when she made Regina come, to make her say her name again... to make her scream it. Swallowing, she didn't turn around again, knowing if she did, Regina would see that indecision, and win. And she was too set on this objective to turn away now.
They were both, really, far too stubborn.
"...See you around, Madame Mayor."
Pairing: Swan Queen, Regina/Emma
Summary: Regina got what she wanted. Now it’s Emma’s turn
Rating: M, dubcon
Part 6
Pressing her advantage, Emma practically threw her against her own desk. The office phone went flying, the dull click of disconnection mixing in with the sounds of protest and fluttering papers. Regina’s eyes were wide with fury and more than a little uncertainty. She kicked and bucked, but it was too late- far too late. Her head hit the desk with a thud- hard enough to be disorienting. Vision swimming, she felt more than saw Emma leaning over her, as if coming in for the kill. She expected Emma to stop- there was nowhere else she could go.
Emma didn’t stop. Undulating her hips, she pushed the mayor completely flat on her back, keeping a tight hold of her wrists. Still disoriented, Regina nevertheless tried to kick out with her legs, tried to roll herself over and off her desk, tried to do something, anything, that would get her away from the blonde. But Emma was stronger than she was, and fueled by her own rage and no small amount of embarrassment over what she'd just allowed the dark-haired woman to do to her. Hell, what she'd practically begged her to do.
Finding her voice at last, Regina choked back a scream of rage. “What the hell are you doing?!” Her eyes were frightening.
Emma was uncowed, and leaned over her, pressing the mayor’s wrists into the desk with one hand, high above her head. “What you want,” she growled back. Spotting the disconnected phone, she groped for the cord with her free hand in a moment of inspiration. Without taking her eyes off of the older woman, she wrapped the cord tightly around her wrists. She had some experience with tying people up, and once she was finished, she tested the bonds, and smirked. "That was what this was all about, right?" And then it was her turn to silence the other woman by covering Regina’s lips with her own. Her turn to battle for control, ripping kisses from the other woman, taking what she wanted. Her turn to hike up Regina’s skirt and tear her underwear away. Red lace. Strangely, she wasn't surprised.
Regina's head was finally beginning to clear, and she knew that she was not going to allow this to happen. But she was very rapidly running out of options. When Emma kissed her, she allowed it for half a moment, even allowing her lips to part so the blonde's tongue could attempt to take possession of her lips. And then she bit down. Hard.
With a pained shriek, Emma pulled back, a trail of red dripping down from the corner of her mouth.
Despite her urge to, Regina couldn't exactly smirk back up at her, though she struggled a bit more feverishly against the phone cord biting into her wrists. There was blood on her lips, too, and before she could think better of it, the tip of her tongue emerged, drinking in the taste of the other woman.
Which, of course, incensed the blonde all the more. "You're a fucking bitch, you know that?" she breathed angrily. Her own knee insinuated itself between pale thighs. If Regina thought she was going to back off just from a little bite, she was dead wrong.
Locking eyes, the mayor almost smirked again, though she looked just a little too hesitant to actually do so. Her eyes, though, looked entirely too smug for Emma's liking. "I do, very well. Now. Get. Off." Her gaze hardened, and she bucked against the deputy, trying to leverage herself off her back. This was not how sex in her office worked. She was the one who pushed people around and took advantage of them. Not the other way around. Never the other way around. No one ever dared to try it.
But apparently Emma Swan did. Raising an eyebrow, the younger woman almost laughed, and leaned even more of her weight onto the brunette. "Oh, I did, thanks," Emma purred, her fingers burning a trail of heat from her knee to her inner thighs. "Your turn."
And then long, questing fingers slowly slid their way inside the older woman. And Emma did laugh, then. "My, Madame Mayor. You're so very, very wet. I told you this was what you wanted."
"I will destroy you for this..." Regina tried to hiss out, but all that escaped was a single, drawn out moan of sheer, unadulterated pleasure. Inwardly fuming, she tried to buck again, tried to fight, tried to do anything but spread her hips futher apart and groan out her need for the other woman. She failed.
Part 7
Smirking at her victory, the blonde slid her fingers back out. Before the mayor could protest, she leaned in to kiss her again, re-entering at the same time, and the tip of her thumb reached to flick itself against Regina's clit, eliciting another long, strangled groan.
This time, the brunette kissed back, too lost in the feelings those skilled fingers were drawing out of her to worry about fighting. Keeping her thumb circling around the bud of her clit, Emma built up to a steady rhythm, deepening her thrusts, going faster, harder, with every exhale through their joined lips.
Quickly finding herself overwhelmed by sensation, it was all Regina could do to keep up, thrusting her hips forward in time with the strong, steady motions of Emma's fingers. And when the blonde added a third within her, she threw her head back, forced to break the kiss and draw in a shaky, heaving breath. She was getting close.
Which is when those fingers stilled within her, causing Regina's eyes to snap open in furious confusion, demanding without words.
Emma only offered an enigmatic smile. "Your turn," she whispered, as if that explained everything.
"Wha-- uhng!" the mayor hissed, the end drowning into a grunt from another thrust of the blonde's fingers. Her head leaned back against the desk, trying to read Emma's mind through her eyes, to no avail. What the hell was the damned woman playing at?
A raised eyebrow was her only answer, and another rough pulling away of those fingers. And then Regina realized, and for the first time in a while, fought against the cord binding her arms. "Go to hell, Miss Swan." Her voice was ragged from her need and from those lovely gasps Emma seemed intent on wresting from her.
"Hey, you want me to stop, I'll stop." Emma's grin was practically palpable. "But if you don't.... you're gonna have to say it, Madame Mayor." She thrust in again, quickly, and curled her fingers inside the other woman, rubbing them along the entire length of her inner walls.
Regina's pride was burning, at war with the rest of her. And it was considerable. Emma was making it very clear: if she wanted to come, she'd have to give in. And Regina did not give in. Not to anyone. The irritating thing about this was that she'd been in Emma's position before- lording her power over her conquests, demanding they yield... She'd done it countless times, in Storybrooke and.. before. She knew exactly how smug the deputy was, how much she was looking forward to hearing her pride give out, the raw pleasure she got out of seeing the mayor writhing like this. "You-- God damn you!" She hissed through gritted teeth.
Emma stopped thrusting. The two opponents stared at one another, both refusing to give the other what she wanted. The moment stretched, broken only by the ragged sounds of their breathing. Regina was horribly close, they both knew. Just the barest little bit more, and she would be coming undone, grunting and gasping and her scream echoing around the office as Emma's had done shortly before. But that would only come if she gave in now....
Emma only stared at her, her thumb playing mercilessly overly her clitoris as she waited. Regina trembled from the force of her need, eyes closing as she shook, so very, very close. The blonde waited, lips still touching the brunette's wanting to taste the word as soon as it was uttered. Because of course it would be.
Regina's lips parted, an inch away from giving in, from saying that one tiny, tiny word that would allow her to come, for the wave of her own desire to come crashing into her. She drew in a ragged breath.
And was interrupted by the insistent buzzing of Emma's cell phone.
Part 8
Startled, the blonde pulled her head back, glancing down at the annoying device at her hip. She seemed to consider....
"Don't. You. Dare," Regina growled, eyes snapped open again, blazing into the deputy's own.
And her decision was made. Smirking with mischievous intent, Emma reached down with her free hand and flipped open her buzzing phone. "Deputy Swan," she answered cheerfully, and punctuated the statement with a pointed thrust into the other woman.
Regina bit her cheek to keep from screaming, only partially succeeding. Emma shot her a glare, as if the noises were all Regina's fault. Though she was watching the older woman come with rapt attention, fascinated and enthralled by the look on her face. "Uh-huh," she managed to say to the person on the end of the phone, and was secretly proud of the interest she was feigning. "And how long has he been like that?"
Throughout her conversation, most of which consisted of Emma going 'uh-huh' and listening, she continued to thrust slowly and methodically into the older woman, prolonging her torture for as long as possible. Whimpering, Regina struggled not to scream or moan or do anything that would give herself away and ruin her reputation to whoever it was on the phone. It didn't matter who it was. Regina was forced to hold off on her orgasm, to make herself wait. Until finally Emma spoke again. "I see," she said flatly. "Well, don't try to move him. I'll be right there."
Clicking the phone off, she gave a... well, not completely unapologetic smile down at the mayor, and withdrew her fingers completely from her. She was, of course, fully aware she was leaving Regina in a very compromising position, underwear torn off, tied to her desk... and denied. She smirked all the more for it. And she did not feel guilty at all. Served Regina right for daring to dismiss her.
Left teetering on the edge of her own need, Regina fought against the damn phone cord biding her hands, and swore. Loudly. "What the Hell do you think you're doing?!" she finished, and finally began to manage to get a little leeway in her bonds. "Deputy!"
"Sorry. Duty calls," Emma smirked, and leaned over to clean her fingers off on the mayor's shirt. That done, she looked down and gave herself a quick inspection, much as the mayor herself had done not long before. Satisfied, she glanced over her shoulder at the mayor- still bound, still furious, and looking utterly desperate. She turned away again, still smirking.
"Emma!"
The blonde felt her heart skip a beat. Her resolve buckled, and she wanted nothing more than to run back, to see the look on her face when she made Regina come, to make her say her name again... to make her scream it. Swallowing, she didn't turn around again, knowing if she did, Regina would see that indecision, and win. And she was too set on this objective to turn away now.
They were both, really, far too stubborn.
"...See you around, Madame Mayor."