Regina/Emma short fic. Warning: contains bdsm references, lotsa sex and cutting. nc-17
Title: How Emma Swan Likes to Play.
“We have to leave sometime.” Emma grumbles from where Regina left her. The restraints Regina used to finally force Emma into admitting that she is indeed more of a ‘switch’ than a ‘top’ are still fastened to the headboard. There is rubbing alcohol next to Emma’s set of knives on the bedside table and Regina’s lower back hums pleasantly at the sight of them. It is fairly ridiculous, how much money they spent the day they arrived in this town, on sex toys and knives.
“I have some of your blood on me still.” Emma says the words in such a singsong tone that she gives away the game. She is, in fact, beyond pleased at their current state. Stuck in this hotel room; covered in sweat and sex and just a little of Regina’s blood, smeared on Emma’s belly from where Emma carved a thin and careful ‘E’ into Regina’s lower back. Emma carved the careful lines and then made Regina ride her fingers while they sat in a chair and watched the sunrise.
“I don’t like this town.” Regina decides. “I don’t want to leave our hotel room so long as you insist on speaking to the strange people we meet. Small minded, narrow minded, odd people…” She scrunches her nose and then scratches it absentmindedly. They tried to go to lunch, just the day before, but the locals stared and stared. Emma insisted that they just made an odd couple.
“Regardless of your irrational fears and judgements, we have to leave this room Regina.” Emma gets up quickly, underlining the point, and walks to the window. She opens it wider, careful to shield herself from outside view. Regina hates it when Emma walks around in the nude without care. Regina hates the idea of anybody else looking at Emma.
Regina rolls onto her stomach and hisses when Emma quickly walks back to practically flop on top of Regina. Emma growls and bites Regina’s shoulder.
“How did we end up here?” Regina asks. Behind her, Emma shrugs and grabs for condoms from the bedside table and the Feeldoe from beside it.
“You tell the story.” Emma speaks softly. She begins to slide the smaller end of the toy inside herself. Regina can feel the larger end moving against the backs of her thighs. Regina feels herself ache and clench inside at the mere thought of Emma touching herself, fucking herself. She considers turning over to watch, but decides against it when Emma’s hand spreads her.
“You kissed me.” Regina reminds her. The toy presses to her ass, where nerves are alight. They have already been at it for hours. It is noon, or maybe later. Regina is sore and wet but ready to go all over again.
Regina squirms and rotates her hips, but Emma will not move further, she just hovers on all fours, letting Regina feel the toy only a quarter inch in. Regina continues talking, willing her breathing to calm. “You came to see me, before I tried to leave town. You pushed me against a wall and I said, ‘you did it’, again, because I didn’t know what else to say, and because I was so in awe of you, that you had saved our son. I think I might have fallen in love with you the moment you saved him…”
Emma cries out at the jolt that hits her cunt and then her clit, simultaneously, at Regina’s words and at the sight of her, prone, pressed to the bed, waiting for Emma to fuck her. Emma hunches and rocks her hips and then she is inside of Regina to the hilt. The clean white bandage that covers Emma’s name, carved into Regina’s skin, tickles Emma’s belly as she begins to slide in and out, watching the toy disappear into Regina’s ass again and again.
Regina thinks for a second, that she can feel Emma fucking her all the way to the back of her throat. She grinds down against the bed, seeking friction against her clit. Emma stops her and lifts her hips and smacks her right buttock, hard.
“Tell me.” Emma growls. She reaches with her left hand and wraps it around Regina’s neck.
Regina nods and gasps. She wants to lick the fingers that dance over her windpipe. “Ugh…you…you kissed me. You tore my slacks off and you tore your jeans off and you fucked me, right up against the wall of my bedroom. You…unnnhhhhh…made me come so hard…I squirted everywhere…”
“Yes, you did. That was good. I liked that a lot. I like hearing you talk about it even more.” Emma mutters and reaches for the nipple clamps. Emma has already attached one clamp to Regina’s nipples which are way too sensitive, but when the second clamp is in place, the endorphins start their ascension. Emma flicks the chain between the clamps and Regina opens her mouth in a silent scream. Already, Regina cannot see more than an inch in front of her. She needs Emma’s hands to ground her. The world is tinged red and then black and Regina is lost in the chaos of her own body. She needs Emma close, but she also needs Emma in charge. Or, perhaps, she just needs Emma to think that she’s in charge. Or to think that Regina thinks that…
“Hey, stop thinking.” Emma whispers in Regina’s ear and kisses her there, once, twice. Again and again. Until Regina melts and submits and tries to turn her brain off while Emma adjusts the toy between them. Emma’s hand on Regina’s throat if gentle as well. Too gentle. But that is part of their game. Regina won’t beg, but she wants Emma to make her beg. Emma won’t make Regina do anything, but she wants to give her the pleasure that comes with submission.
“Fuck my ass.” Regina grunts and bucks her hips. Emma will not move.
“Please.” Emma chuckles.
“Fuck my fucking ass, goddammit…” Regina squeezes her eyes shut and tears burn.
“There it is.” Emma says. “Mad? Huh? Are you? Good.” She thrusts in and out, in and out, bounces her hips three times exactly and then stops.
Regina slams her hands against the headboard. The anger is blue-hot now. Pain and pleasure mix into a cauldron of aching, fucking, want, churning inside of Regina, lighting her up. Emma reaches between them and presses a thumb to the aching cuts on Regina’s lower back.
Regina screams into the pillow. Emma clamps a hand over Regina’s mouth, which stifles the sound, but also provides something for Regina to bite on.
“Here.” Emma takes the hand away and reaches down. She returns with two fingers that have obviously just slide inside her own pussy. Regina bites and licks and sucks those fingers while Emma fucks her. Emma’s hips move rhythmically up and down, around, up and down. Regina can tell that Emma has already come, perhaps more than once, but that she is ignoring her own pleasure for the sake of Regina’s. “Wait.” Emma says, stopping all movement again and then withdrawing.
Regina gasps as the toy leaves her open and strangely cool. Emma lays next to her, takes the Feeldoe out throws it aside, and finds the strap-on. Regina feels herself, limp and helpless, being rolled onto Emma’s stomach. Now, Regina faces the ceiling, her eyes blinking and stinging, while Emma lays beneath her and uses her legs to spread Regina’s.
Then Emma’s hand lifts Regina’s left leg up to a bent position on her chest, and Regina’s right leg follows, until Regina is spread and prone and open to the things that Emma wants to do with her. Emma rubs the vibe on Regina’s clit until one screaming orgasm turns into two, and Regina is thrashing and trying to get away. Emma uses the chain between Regina’s breasts to tug and pull Regina into place. Then Emma slides the dildo into Regina’s pussy and fucks her frantically.
“Good girl…” Emma purrs in Regina’s ear. It works way better than ‘bad girl’. Regina whimpers and turns slightly. Emma bites her ear and says it again. “Good girl…that’s it…you like this…it’s ok to like this…being on display, letting me fuck you, letting me fuck that gorgeous pussy…so open…so exposed…”
Regina feels herself clench helplessly around the toy fucking her.
Then she begs. “Please, please let me…”
“You may.” Emma decides. Emma’s hands clamp down on Regina’s hips as Regina reaches between her own legs and rubs her clit furiously. Emma is tempted to set up a camera for their next round.
Later, the image of Regina-hands cuffed behind her back-kneeling at Emma’s feet while her mouth goes to work between Emma’s thighs, proves to be entirely too tempting. Emma takes a picture with her phone, ignoring the muffled protests that cause pleasant aftershocks against over-sensitized skin.
“I’m-I mean I used to be-a public servant, you know.” Regina mutters against Emma’s neck while they shower. She yawns.
“Whatever.” Emma is willing to give up the photograph in exchange for dinner outside their hotel room. Regina does her one better and agrees to pack and move on, with or without deleting the image.
“It’s been six days since we left Storybrooke.” Emma reminds Regina. They share a decent bottle of wine and a plate of overpriced oysters. “You have to face them all sometime. Why not now? I’ll shoot anybody who tries to use magic on you.” They both remember the eerie purple cloud that hovers at the edge of the town.
“Your mother is going to kill me. Then, your father will stab my corpse.” Regina shrugs at Emma’s grimace. “Well? He might.” She is oddly pleased by her own dramatics.
“Our son needs us both.” Emma decides. “Besides, I’ve had enough debauchery. I’m sure you have as well.”
Regina slides her foot out of one shoe and presses her bared toes to Emma’s crotch. She earns a tired grin for her efforts.
Regina begins to speak quietly, so that only Emma can hear her. She sips her wine and says, “I’m going to show you the room beneath my home.” What used to be her dungeons now lays cool and dark beyond a secret door in the mansion’s basement.
“Huh?” Emma squirms against Regina’s foot. “What kind of room?”
Regina just chuckles and silently begins planning.
“We have to leave sometime.” Emma grumbles from where Regina left her. The restraints Regina used to finally force Emma into admitting that she is indeed more of a ‘switch’ than a ‘top’ are still fastened to the headboard. There is rubbing alcohol next to Emma’s set of knives on the bedside table and Regina’s lower back hums pleasantly at the sight of them. It is fairly ridiculous, how much money they spent the day they arrived in this town, on sex toys and knives.
“I have some of your blood on me still.” Emma says the words in such a singsong tone that she gives away the game. She is, in fact, beyond pleased at their current state. Stuck in this hotel room; covered in sweat and sex and just a little of Regina’s blood, smeared on Emma’s belly from where Emma carved a thin and careful ‘E’ into Regina’s lower back. Emma carved the careful lines and then made Regina ride her fingers while they sat in a chair and watched the sunrise.
“I don’t like this town.” Regina decides. “I don’t want to leave our hotel room so long as you insist on speaking to the strange people we meet. Small minded, narrow minded, odd people…” She scrunches her nose and then scratches it absentmindedly. They tried to go to lunch, just the day before, but the locals stared and stared. Emma insisted that they just made an odd couple.
“Regardless of your irrational fears and judgements, we have to leave this room Regina.” Emma gets up quickly, underlining the point, and walks to the window. She opens it wider, careful to shield herself from outside view. Regina hates it when Emma walks around in the nude without care. Regina hates the idea of anybody else looking at Emma.
Regina rolls onto her stomach and hisses when Emma quickly walks back to practically flop on top of Regina. Emma growls and bites Regina’s shoulder.
“How did we end up here?” Regina asks. Behind her, Emma shrugs and grabs for condoms from the bedside table and the Feeldoe from beside it.
“You tell the story.” Emma speaks softly. She begins to slide the smaller end of the toy inside herself. Regina can feel the larger end moving against the backs of her thighs. Regina feels herself ache and clench inside at the mere thought of Emma touching herself, fucking herself. She considers turning over to watch, but decides against it when Emma’s hand spreads her.
“You kissed me.” Regina reminds her. The toy presses to her ass, where nerves are alight. They have already been at it for hours. It is noon, or maybe later. Regina is sore and wet but ready to go all over again.
Regina squirms and rotates her hips, but Emma will not move further, she just hovers on all fours, letting Regina feel the toy only a quarter inch in. Regina continues talking, willing her breathing to calm. “You came to see me, before I tried to leave town. You pushed me against a wall and I said, ‘you did it’, again, because I didn’t know what else to say, and because I was so in awe of you, that you had saved our son. I think I might have fallen in love with you the moment you saved him…”
Emma cries out at the jolt that hits her cunt and then her clit, simultaneously, at Regina’s words and at the sight of her, prone, pressed to the bed, waiting for Emma to fuck her. Emma hunches and rocks her hips and then she is inside of Regina to the hilt. The clean white bandage that covers Emma’s name, carved into Regina’s skin, tickles Emma’s belly as she begins to slide in and out, watching the toy disappear into Regina’s ass again and again.
Regina thinks for a second, that she can feel Emma fucking her all the way to the back of her throat. She grinds down against the bed, seeking friction against her clit. Emma stops her and lifts her hips and smacks her right buttock, hard.
“Tell me.” Emma growls. She reaches with her left hand and wraps it around Regina’s neck.
Regina nods and gasps. She wants to lick the fingers that dance over her windpipe. “Ugh…you…you kissed me. You tore my slacks off and you tore your jeans off and you fucked me, right up against the wall of my bedroom. You…unnnhhhhh…made me come so hard…I squirted everywhere…”
“Yes, you did. That was good. I liked that a lot. I like hearing you talk about it even more.” Emma mutters and reaches for the nipple clamps. Emma has already attached one clamp to Regina’s nipples which are way too sensitive, but when the second clamp is in place, the endorphins start their ascension. Emma flicks the chain between the clamps and Regina opens her mouth in a silent scream. Already, Regina cannot see more than an inch in front of her. She needs Emma’s hands to ground her. The world is tinged red and then black and Regina is lost in the chaos of her own body. She needs Emma close, but she also needs Emma in charge. Or, perhaps, she just needs Emma to think that she’s in charge. Or to think that Regina thinks that…
“Hey, stop thinking.” Emma whispers in Regina’s ear and kisses her there, once, twice. Again and again. Until Regina melts and submits and tries to turn her brain off while Emma adjusts the toy between them. Emma’s hand on Regina’s throat if gentle as well. Too gentle. But that is part of their game. Regina won’t beg, but she wants Emma to make her beg. Emma won’t make Regina do anything, but she wants to give her the pleasure that comes with submission.
“Fuck my ass.” Regina grunts and bucks her hips. Emma will not move.
“Please.” Emma chuckles.
“Fuck my fucking ass, goddammit…” Regina squeezes her eyes shut and tears burn.
“There it is.” Emma says. “Mad? Huh? Are you? Good.” She thrusts in and out, in and out, bounces her hips three times exactly and then stops.
Regina slams her hands against the headboard. The anger is blue-hot now. Pain and pleasure mix into a cauldron of aching, fucking, want, churning inside of Regina, lighting her up. Emma reaches between them and presses a thumb to the aching cuts on Regina’s lower back.
Regina screams into the pillow. Emma clamps a hand over Regina’s mouth, which stifles the sound, but also provides something for Regina to bite on.
“Here.” Emma takes the hand away and reaches down. She returns with two fingers that have obviously just slide inside her own pussy. Regina bites and licks and sucks those fingers while Emma fucks her. Emma’s hips move rhythmically up and down, around, up and down. Regina can tell that Emma has already come, perhaps more than once, but that she is ignoring her own pleasure for the sake of Regina’s. “Wait.” Emma says, stopping all movement again and then withdrawing.
Regina gasps as the toy leaves her open and strangely cool. Emma lays next to her, takes the Feeldoe out throws it aside, and finds the strap-on. Regina feels herself, limp and helpless, being rolled onto Emma’s stomach. Now, Regina faces the ceiling, her eyes blinking and stinging, while Emma lays beneath her and uses her legs to spread Regina’s.
Then Emma’s hand lifts Regina’s left leg up to a bent position on her chest, and Regina’s right leg follows, until Regina is spread and prone and open to the things that Emma wants to do with her. Emma rubs the vibe on Regina’s clit until one screaming orgasm turns into two, and Regina is thrashing and trying to get away. Emma uses the chain between Regina’s breasts to tug and pull Regina into place. Then Emma slides the dildo into Regina’s pussy and fucks her frantically.
“Good girl…” Emma purrs in Regina’s ear. It works way better than ‘bad girl’. Regina whimpers and turns slightly. Emma bites her ear and says it again. “Good girl…that’s it…you like this…it’s ok to like this…being on display, letting me fuck you, letting me fuck that gorgeous pussy…so open…so exposed…”
Regina feels herself clench helplessly around the toy fucking her.
Then she begs. “Please, please let me…”
“You may.” Emma decides. Emma’s hands clamp down on Regina’s hips as Regina reaches between her own legs and rubs her clit furiously. Emma is tempted to set up a camera for their next round.
Later, the image of Regina-hands cuffed behind her back-kneeling at Emma’s feet while her mouth goes to work between Emma’s thighs, proves to be entirely too tempting. Emma takes a picture with her phone, ignoring the muffled protests that cause pleasant aftershocks against over-sensitized skin.
“I’m-I mean I used to be-a public servant, you know.” Regina mutters against Emma’s neck while they shower. She yawns.
“Whatever.” Emma is willing to give up the photograph in exchange for dinner outside their hotel room. Regina does her one better and agrees to pack and move on, with or without deleting the image.
“It’s been six days since we left Storybrooke.” Emma reminds Regina. They share a decent bottle of wine and a plate of overpriced oysters. “You have to face them all sometime. Why not now? I’ll shoot anybody who tries to use magic on you.” They both remember the eerie purple cloud that hovers at the edge of the town.
“Your mother is going to kill me. Then, your father will stab my corpse.” Regina shrugs at Emma’s grimace. “Well? He might.” She is oddly pleased by her own dramatics.
“Our son needs us both.” Emma decides. “Besides, I’ve had enough debauchery. I’m sure you have as well.”
Regina slides her foot out of one shoe and presses her bared toes to Emma’s crotch. She earns a tired grin for her efforts.
Regina begins to speak quietly, so that only Emma can hear her. She sips her wine and says, “I’m going to show you the room beneath my home.” What used to be her dungeons now lays cool and dark beyond a secret door in the mansion’s basement.
“Huh?” Emma squirms against Regina’s foot. “What kind of room?”
Regina just chuckles and silently begins planning.