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The high heels of Ruby's shoes were giving away the hurry in her step with the staccato of metal-against-marble melody. The glossy-black Louboutins had the signature red soles and sharp stiletto-heels, which were making the telltale clicks. Quick and rhythmic, as if accompanying a song with their own groove. During the Curse waitress-Ruby would have never been able to afford these kinds of shoes, but that was in the past. Now, there was the internet and there was magic. These shoes were one of Ruby's favorite pairs that she owned, a gift that she treasured, but she was beginning to regret wearing them for this occasion. The paranoid nervousness kept whispering into her ear that the noise the heels were making was too loud. It was attracting attention. Too much attention. And that was something Ruby categorically did not want to attract now. Not until she had reached her goal. She pulled the coat she was wearing (black, leather, reaching just below the knee) tighter around herself by the popped collar. The leather made a creaking sound in protest. The design of the coat, while fitted to Ruby's figure and height well enough, was not meant to be closed this tight. But Ruby was not concerned with creases in the leather at this very moment. All Ruby wanted was to go unnoticed through the halls and corridors. Be a shadow on the wall and be forgotten about in a minute. That would be great. 

She absent-mindedly thought about making the right choice in taking the backstreets on her way to the Town Hall. She only had to walk a small portion of the Main Street before ducking out of sight behind the row of well-trimmed bushes that were conveniently all the way up to her shoulders. A few turns and an alleyway later and she had slipped through the back door of the Town Hall without anyone noticing who she was or how she was dressed. Small victory. There were still many corridors and the reception desk and then the stairs and finally – the secretary. Many eyes, many possible questions. 

It always had been a very unusual thing for Ruby to visit the Town Hall. For the majority of her life she had very little reason to set foot into this building at all, yet that had changed in a drastic way a little under a year ago. Now, she had one very compelling reason to keep popping in at any time of the day. Just one. But since that reason was dating the Mayor , it afforded some leeway. 

Ruby sighed. The town was abuzz with gossip after the news had begun to spread. The werewolf-waitress, Snow White's trusted companion, a reliable pillar of the fairy tale folk community (and sometimes the target of their ire with fire and pitchforks) – going out with the Mayor and former Evil Queen?! The reactions were ranging from polite curiosity to barely veiled hostility. It was not until Snow, Charming and Emma started to show their approval (openly and purposefully) that the rumor mill slowed down and dwindled to almost nothing. 

The time since then had flown by in a blur. Ruby was not sure if they had progressed past the 'honeymoon phase' just yet, but she wasn't worried. She and Regina had an all-cards-on-the-table kind of talk before going public and opening up to each other about how much both of them wanted this relationship to work out. It was painful and awkward to get over the first hump – neither of them was great at clearly seeing their own faults or wants or needs and communicating those across. But they had gotten better at it. And that led to the whole reason as to why Ruby was hurrying through the marble-floored halls right now. 

It was Thursday. And Ruby had grown to dislike Thursdays more than any other day of the week. Thursdays were for council meetings, which inevitably meant several not-so-great things. One, Regina would be staying at work far past sunset – going over her notes from the meeting, checking and cross-checking. Two, Regina would either be placated by her proposals passing without a fuss or fuming if she had to deal with any opposition. Three, one way or the other Ruby would only see Regina Friday evening at the earliest. Tired and in a bad mood. And that just would not do. 

That was why she was here, late enough that the meeting should be over and Regina would most likely be locked in her office. Forgetting about dinner and buried under a mountain of paperwork. Well, not today! Ruby had turned the corner and slipped by the group of clerks and then the janitor with his cart. She had to keep her head down and pretend to be busy as she continued her brisk walk down the hall. Ruby had to blindly resort to her only ploy and hold the brown bag like a shield in front of herself. The bag was labeled with the half-circle of letters in a dated '80s font, reading 'Granny’s Diner' – for all to see. Thus if she were to be noticed, then the bag would serve as a perfectly innocent explanation. Just a dotting girlfriend bringing the Mayor some dinner. She could even, perhaps, scold the hard-working Mayor for working too much and forgetting to eat. Wholesome, right? Right? 

Ruby closed her eyes for a second as she left the bystanders behind and hurried down the hall and up the stairs. 

All those tricks and ploys would be a better comfort if not for one thing, the thing she was hiding from view. Hell, the logical part of Ruby's brain kept saying how she did not owe anyone a damned explanation for visiting her girlfriend at work and there was nothing wrong or out of the ordinary about it. Or at least it wouldn't be of not for that same small thing, which logic and attitude could not make disappear. The cause of her nervousness. 

What Ruby was hoping for with all her heart was that the tired clerks at the end of their work day would not be paying too close attention to her. To how she looked and how she was dressed and why she was in such a hurry yet pretending to act casual. There was no need for them to look closely, really. No need at all. There was no need to pay attention to that black leather coat she was wearing. No need to notice how tightly it was held together by the knotted around her waist belt. The expensive Louboutins on her feet were no more important than the coat, that is to say not at all. No matter how loud the click-clack sounds of the stilettos were. There was no need to notice how Ruby's legs were poured into dark yet translucent stockings as if dipped into ink, right? Even though the coat was only reaching down an inch past her knee, if that. There was no need to pay attention to that. No, sir. Despite how Ruby herself was painfully aware of the stockings as she ascended the stairs, having to look down and watch the lengths of her thighs peeking through the slit in the coat with each step. But it was just her own eyes, no one else's! She hoped that, with her head ducked and eyes downcast, no one could make out the not-at-all-casual makeup either. Still, the only other regret that had joined her dissatisfaction with the heels in the moment was not having the foresight to do her make-up here instead of at home. It would have saved her the worry and minimized the risk of smudges. The heavy mascara and dark eyeshadow (with just a touch of reddish hue at the edges, carefully penciled in) and bright red lipstick were all non-waterproof. Ruby wanted to make a mess of it, but not before making her entrance. Even still, all of that was not the main source of her anxiousness. It was what was hidden under the coat for the moment that made her feel both daring and exhilarating and so very nervous. 

Ruby turned another corner at the top of the stairs and, after another short corridor, she was standing right in front of her goal. She peeked into the little area before the office where Regina's secretary was usually seated to find the room empty. Ruby took a few careful steps in, noticing the cup of tea on the desk. It was placed on a coaster and elegant swirls of steam were coming off of it. Lucky! Yes, Ruby had a few minutes before the secretary would return. And that was all she needed. 

She stopped in front of the white door. Glanced sideways. And quickly checked herself out in the barely-there reflection of the dusty glass cabinet with models of Storybrooke's prominent places. Taking advantage of the makeshift mirror, Ruby adjusted the coat to be perfectly symmetrical and flattened the collar back down from under her hair, and then rearranged the wavy locks to lay over her left shoulder. Next, she checked that the crescent moon earrings were handing free on their little chains and not caught on the other two stud-earrings in each of her ears or her hair. She examined her teeth and make-up, giving her reflection a small nod of approval. Ruby gave herself one more appraising look. Nothing else seemed to be out of place. She straightened her spine. Took a deep breath and…

Showtime . 

Ruby slipped into the office after only a brief knock and not waiting for an answer. This was what she was here for. She had to be bold now. Instead of walking further in she leaned against the door, putting most of the weight on her shoulder blades and holding her head at an angle. There was a smile on her lips and fire in her eyes as everything beyond the walls of this room had left her thoughts.

"Whatever it is, Rose, I do not hav–” Regina looked up and immediately fell silent. 

What a victory! 

All the effort truly was worth it if only for this moment alone. 

"Good evening, Madam Mayor," Ruby had to fumble to find the lock behind her back with one hand. A satisfying click of the door being locked had sent a chill up her spine. 

Ruby stood against the door, tall and confident. All the worries and nervousness had evaporated under Regina's suddenly intense gaze. It was exhilarating to be on the receiving end of those eyes. Ruby felt her smile growing into a full grin. She had put her foot up so that her knee slipped through the coat and then let one calf slide against the other on the way back. Everything was more intense than usual, than five minutes ago. Ruby could feel the leather rub across her stocking-clad thighs. And that feeling was almost as energizing as feeling Regina's gaze travel the length of her body – from her heels and all the way up to her face. It was so much like a physical touch, even though there was the whole office between them. Despite the distance, Ruby could feel the way those brown eyes went from slight annoyance to curiosity and then grew hotter and deeper as Regina took her in. Really took her in. 

Regina had put down the pen and leaned back in her chair. She was resplendent behind the massive glass-top desk – every bit the Queen of this modern dominion. All that time since the Curse was broken might have mellowed her out some, but it could not take away the regal way she held herself. Her shoulder-length hair and make-up were as perfect as ever, even after a full day of work. Regina was dressed in a pale gray skirt and blazer combo and a charcoal-colored satin blouse underneath. The legs, fully visible and crossed at the ankles under the desk, were playing with the backless heels of the same color as the blouse. Regina observed Ruby at the door and her lips curled into a smirk. 

"Dear, dear. What kind of delivery service is this? I do not remember ordering-in today." 

Ruby's smile gave way to her teeth biting on the bottom lip, blindingly white against the bright red of the lipstick. She made a show out of pushing off the door and beginning her walk across the open space of the office. There was this purposeful elegance in that walk: steps following in a single line, hips swaying, shoulders pulled back. She had to step around the white rug on the floor next to the coffee table, making sure that her heels continued their little song against the floor tiles. 

"The best kind of service. Exclusive to our most loyal customers." 

She continued her progress, leaving the brown paper bag on the coffee table as she walked past. As Ruby was making her way across the office, her hands played with the front of the raincoat. Fingers pulled on the collar, slid over the decorative buttons on the sides and then her hands settled over the belt. Ruby could feel the six steel rings on the fingers of her hands brushing against each other and the leather of the coat. Long, deft fingers had no problem untangling the knot and then letting the ends of the belt hang free. The fingers then moved to the few buttons remaining and undoing them one by one. As the fingers were doing their work, the coat slipped more open – inch by agonizing inch. Ruby relished in the absolute attention she was receiving from Regina, who was watching her like a hawk. 

The sides of the black coat parted and Ruby added to the moment by putting a hand on her hip and placing her feet at an angle to each other. Regina's face remained inscrutable with the exception of one sable brow raised. But Ruby could hear her heart skipping a beat and picking up pace. She had heard the quiet intake of breath the moment the coat was opened. Regina could not fool her. Ruby was getting the reaction she wanted. 

Because underneath the coat she was not wearing much. 

Not much except for her best set of scarlet lingerie. Courtesy of the Dark Curse. 

It was an incredible confidence booster to hear Regina’s heartbeat speed up as her eyes traced up Ruby's body. Starting with the glossy-black, red-soles heels. Up along the dark yet still somewhat translucent stockings wrapped around Ruby’s legs. Up to where they ended mid-thigh and the garters began. Bright red, just as the rest of the lingerie set, the elastic garters were running up the front and back of Ruby's thighs, not the sides, and then flared out into the lacey main part of the garterbelt affixed around Ruby’s waist. The final two pieces of the lingerie set were not glossy satin or flimsy, see-through mesh. Both pieces were fitted to Ruby's figure like second skin, accentuating her own features. The lace of the lingerie was layered, presenting an enticing sight yet remaining functional. Though, the minimalist size made up the lack of overly complex design with all that skin on display. Not to mention the contrast of bright red lace to pale skin was purposefully chosen to highlight the steel ring of Ruby's navel piercing. The hand on Ruby's hip twitched as she made out the barely audible curse – even for her own supernaturally gifted ears – that left Regina's lips. Ruby knew how she looked (she had examined herself in front of the mirror and practiced the poses before leaving the house) and it was good. The contrast between all the different parts of her outfit – the black of the coat, stockings and heels, the red of the lingerie, and the shiny steel of her jewelry – was what sold the big reveal. 

"You walked all the way from home in nothing more than this? Bold."

Regina's voice had dropped another octave. She had not moved from her seat and was not making any attempt to hide how her eyes were roaming Ruby's figure, the brown getting deeper and hungrier by the minute. 

"You know I don’t mind the weather. A short walk wouldn't bother me. Though, the looks might have. I had to get creative to avoid attention. Have to protect the exclusivity of the service, you understand? For your eyes only."

Ruby took another step. And then her hands were gliding over the lapels of the coat. Freeing one shoulder. And another. Letting the coat hang on her upper arms for a moment. She was making a spectacle out of taking the coat off instead of just letting the weighty leather drop to the floor. It was a dance. Seductive, sensual, teasing. And also sweet. Ruby could see by the way Regina had relaxed in her chair that she understood. Ruby was here to give Regina a present. And unwrapping that present was as much a part of the gifting as the gift itself. 

Finally, the coat slipped the final inch off Ruby's arms and landed on the floor. Ruby let a few ticks of the clock on the wall pass by… and then her heels joined the clicking sound as she began to make her way around the massive glass-top desk. Click – one leg stepped forward, accompanied by the sway of the hips – click – the other followed. Ruby rounded the desk at the same time as Regina swiveled in her chair to meet her. 

But instead of letting Regina stand, Ruby placed her hands over Regina's on the arms of the chair. She bent down herself – only at the waist, keeping her back and legs straight. It was not the most comfortable position to take, especially in these heels, but the look in Regina's hooded eyes and the smallest gasp that she attempted to hide made the effort worth it. It was a gamble, this tease. Ruby was counting on one of Regina's moods and not the other. And by the look of it, she had won that gamble. Regina appeared tired and exasperated when Ruby entered the office. Not fuming and seething at the idiocy of her fellow councilmen. Had that been the case, Ruby would never have taken charge as assertively. Right now it was all about Regina. Though, Ruby hoped there would be time for Regina to take charge later. 

Ruby drew their faces closer. Very close. Going in for a kiss. 

But as their lips were about to connect, Ruby slipped away – just out of reach.

"Ruby–" but before Regina could say anything else, Ruby had put a finger to her lips. 

As the name had floated off Regina's lips for a second there Ruby was about to throw her whole plan out and give Regina whatever she wanted. Her voice had become thick with desire. It was as close to begging as Madam Mayor would ever allow herself to get. But the second ticked over and instead Ruby shushed her with a finger. Ruby sighed, the breath hotly caressing Regina's cheeks, and spread her lips in a promising smile. 

"Just relax and enjoy the ride. I am here for the dinner service." 

And with that Ruby slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of the chair. 

From that new angle Regina was something to behold. Even more striking this up close. Her short hair was coiffed to perfection, the makeup was simple yet effective – with a touch of dark cherry eyeshadow to match the lipstick she was wearing. There was a tinge of a blush at the tips of her cheekbones. Barely any, only noticeable for Ruby’s keen eyes and her knowledge of where to look. Ruby had internally thanked Regina's fashion choices for today as her hands slipped off the armrests and into Regina's lap. The short and free-moving skirt (instead of the endless pantsuits, pencil skirts and tight-fitted dresses) was a blessing in disguise. Ruby's hands had barely any trouble in delving underneath and hiking the skirt up. Up, up, up! So that the fingers could slither along the shivering under the touch thighs and reach further. Ruby maintained eye-contact as her fingers hooked and pulled the panties down Regina's legs. Regina had to assist by lifting up her hips, which she had done on instinct. The expensive-looking, charcoal panties appeared from under the hem, traveled along Regina's legs, almost got tangled in her heels, but then were successfully discarded. Regina's legs were about to fall open, however they were stopped by Ruby's hands. Hands that began their journey back up at the calves. Caressing and scratching until they reached the knees. That was when Ruby nudged the legs to spread, allowing her to move closer. Ruby had let another second of their heated eye-contact stretch before she blinked and bowed her head lower. The first kiss was placed three inches above the knee. It was swift and light yet still left a small imprint of that bright red lipstick. The second and third and fifth and seventh followed suit. And then the teeth got involved. Regina's inner thighs became a patchwork art piece of red smudges on olive skin. 

Up and up, higher and higher the imprints of red lips went. Until there were fingers weaving into Ruby's hair and hands guiding her with sudden, unexpected desperation. The satisfied growl was born somewhere deep in Ruby's throat, yet it was more playful than menacing. Still, that sound alone was enough to make the figure above shudder. And the vibrations of the rumbling, growling noise as Ruby pressed her lips and teeth to the divot where the leg and pelvis meet – those vibrations made the grip in her hair tighten, the pull becoming insistent to the threshold of pain. 

That was the final push Ruby was waiting for. The signal to go . To dive in with abandon. 

What caught Ruby by surprise the moment her mouth delved between Regina's thighs was just how ready she was. How high strung, how wet and keen and responding to every touch. How the first lick had provoked much more of a reaction than Ruby had expected. How her pussy was open and welcomed Ruby's tongue right off. How Ruby could see and feel Regina getting closer to the edge already, before Ruby had a chance to really get her there. 

Ruby glanced up and the corners of her tirelessly working mouth had twitched and turned up. Regina was biting her lip, her eyes were closed, there was a blush spreading down her neck and her eyebrows were knitted in concentration. She was getting close in no time at all. Was it almost a week of both of them being too busy to do little more than be asleep next to each other and have breakfast at the same table? Was it the actual workload and dire need of some stress relief? Was it the foreplay Ruby orchestrated? Or all of the above? Whatever the reason might have been, Regina was ready to climax into Ruby's waiting mouth. And it would be fun for Ruby to see the embarrassment on Regina's face right after she made her come so quickly. Or it would have been if Ruby was going to let her off the hook with just one. 

Regina shuddered. Her thighs tensed under Ruby’s hold and her mouth flew open to release a soundless moan. She was about to flop back into her chair, however instead of easing her down from that orgasm with a gentle tongue, Ruby had latched onto her clit and demanded more. She had pushed through the aftershocks and straight into a new build-up. Regina twisted and squirmed under Ruby’s hold. Her hands attempted to push Ruby's head away, get her to stop or slow down – to no avail. Ruby had pulled Regina lower in her chair, forcing her to recline back again, and then she changed her grip. Without taking so much as a breath, without slowing down for a second Ruby had hooked her arms under Regina's thighs and threw her legs over her shoulders, making the backless heels fly off her feet. Regina gasped and tried to suppress a loud groan as the angle changed. Her legs were crossing and uncrossing behind Ruby's head. She barely noticed the absence of her shoes as the heels of her feet were digging into Ruby's back. 

Which of course only served to spur Ruby on. She knew exactly how to make it a memorable release. She knew which buttons to press, she knew all the favorite spots and the exact amount of pressure needed. 

This time Regina's hands went to the armrests as her body went taught. She squeezed the plush leather and metal under it, anchoring most of her weight on her arms and Ruby's hold on her. Her pelvis had lifted off the chair, her legs locked around Ruby’s head in a vice. Ruby could not see her face in the moment, but she could feel Regina flutter upon her tongue and relish in her scent as her hearing had been blocked by trembling thighs. After cresting over the peak, Regina had plopped down into the chair. Her legs relaxed and uncrossed into straight lines as the aftershocks ran from her belly and down both of her legs all the way to her calves. She gulped some air and then tried to let it slowly out through her mouth. In the moment it had occurred to Ruby that Regina had not made a single loud sound through it all. If her pride had taken a hit at all for coming too quick, it sure had rebounded thanks to that remarkable self-control. 

Ruby watched her. She made no attempt at cleaning the lower half of her face. She couldn't care less that her lipstick was wiped off her lips with only the smudges of red remaining on her chin and cheeks or that there were black lines at the corners of her eyes where the mascara began to run. Even her knees that had started to complain about the harsh marble floor were of no concern. This was entirely worth any minor hardship. Ruby watched Regina getting her bearings back and she waited. 

It took a minute or two, but Regina released another deep breath and opened her eyes. She stretched her arms lazily like a satisfied cat and then gave Ruby a look. The endless brown eyes were full of warmth and affection. Ruby could not help herself. Her mouth split into a huge, toothy grin, shattering the last vestige of the suave seductress persona she had adopted. Regina chuckled, sat up and beckoned her with a finger. Ruby was not about to be asked twice. She shuffled closer, slotting her torso between Regina's legs and leaning up into the kiss. 

In an odd way the kiss was sweet. The connection of smiling lips and closeness of foreheads touching and noses gently nudging was overpowering whatever spiciness was left in the air. Regina's fingers came up to trace and hold the sides of Ruby's face. Ruby let her hands settle on Regina's knees, thumbs making little circles. It was not clear when the kiss ended and they just stayed like this – eyes closed, foreheads touching and breathing in unison. 

"Thank you," murmured Regina without opening her eyes. 

Ruby just let out a sigh. Her 'you're welcome' did not need to be said. It was felt in their intermingled breaths. In the soothing circles Ruby was rubbing over Regina's knees. 

Regina echoed Ruby's sigh. Shook her head a little bit, making her forehead nuzzle Ruby's. She leaned back just enough to see Ruby's face. 

"I did not realize how much I needed that." 

That small confession made a sly and self-satisfied smile bloom on Ruby's face. She could not help feeling proud of her successful surprise. She gave Regina a wink. There was still heat bubbling in the pit of her stomach. That arousal retreated for the moment of loving connection, but had not dulled or dissipated in the least. It couldn't. Not with all the accessories Ruby had worn for the occasion. One of which she hoped would be put to use soon. The thought made her clench and shift her position on her knees. 

"You have been working too much. Only thinking about your responsibilities and your constituents. All work and no play. Leaving your girlfriend to spend evenings alone and lonely. What a terrible fate!" 

Ruby played up her words with an overly dramatic sigh. She had her eyes downcast in pretend-sadness, but had to steal a glance with one eye as she heard Regina chuckle. Regina had reclined in her chair. She made no attempt to right her clothing or close her legs. Her eyes were hooded and shining with mirth. It was quite the view. 

"Well, if that is in fact how dire the situation has become, something ought to be done," Regina put a finger to her chin in contemplation, "I suppose, it is fortunate that the Mayor had sent most of her people home early today and was about to follow that same directive." 

Ruby perked up. That was not exactly what she was counting on. But she was not about to look a gifted horse in the mouth. She bit her lip to refrain from snickering. Regina was not a fan of horse puns or idioms and Ruby was glad she had not blurted it out loud. 

"Very well," she said instead, "In that case, as a special VIP bonus service, dessert will be served in bed." 

The sounds of Regina's genuine, unburdened laughter had filled the room.

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Regina felt that laugh resonate through her grateful muscles, released from the week-long build-up of tension. Ruby stood up, balancing on her high heels, made a few steps towards the discarded coat and stretched. Regina watched her go, still seated in her chair – skirt racked up, thighs marred with red lipstick smudges, blouse askew and the stress-knots in her neck gone as if they never existed. Regina watched Ruby strut around the desk, hips swaying and muscles moving under her skin. Oh, so much bare skin – still accented deliciously by the red lingerie, black stockings and garters, and those glossy-black, red-sole Louboutins! Regina watched as Ruby stretched, pointing her arms towards the ceiling and getting on the tippy-toes. Her whole body grew taught with the stretch. Then Ruby breathed out and bent over to reach for the coat, which was the moment when Regina gasped under her breath. Her eyes had been drawn to the way lacy lingerie was clinging to every curve of Ruby's pert ass. She felt it more than she saw it. But the little wiggle of Ruby's hips and the way she was moving was as plain a sign as spoken words would have been for Regina. She felt her own body re-energize, lustful fire bursting to life in the pit of her stomach. 

"You naughty minx, you are wearing it, aren't you?" 

Ruby threw her a sly look over the shoulder. And there it was. Though Ruby appeared sated and relaxed, Regina knew better. Her eyes were sparkling and the blush expanded not only to her cheeks, but now kept down Ruby's neck. The lust was radiating off of her in waves. Getting Regina off had not only satisfied both of them emotionally, it had also ignited Ruby's endless appetite. Regina narrowed her eyes as Ruby turned with the coat thrown over her shoulder and squirmed under the growing intensity of Regina's gaze. The playful and sweet atmosphere flipped on a dime into something sharp and intense and dangerous. 

"I have changed my mind. We are staying right here." 

Regina pulled herself up in one forceful motion. The discarded shoes flew through the air and lined up in front of her by magic. Regina slipped the heels on and started to briskly walk to the door, righting her outfit on the way. Passing Ruby, she added in a low voice, "Don't you dare move an inch. Shoes off."

Regina glanced in the mirror by the door to see her own makeup smudged and ruined. She almost growled at the sight, but pushed the desire down under her iron grip. One snap of her fingers and her makeup was once again perfect. Regina reached for the door, flicked the lock, and poked her head out. The following exchange was one-sided, as Regina herself was barely registering whatever her secretary was saying. It was taking her all to keep composure. 

"Rose, dear, why don't you take off for the day as well? I will be going myself in a short while. Yes, of course. No, I still have to go over the proposed ordinance changes for tomorrow. I do not wish to be disturbed. Yes, you have read my mind, dear. Lock up the office, I will use my key when I'm done. Have a good evening." 

The door closed again. The lock clicked into place. There was some shuffling from beyond the door, and then the clicking of heels getting quieter as they went. Regina waited, surrounded by the rising tension, for the sound to die down completely. She waved her hand, putting a silencing spell on the office. Another gesture and all the heavy drapes on the windows moved shut, obscuring the view inside. Regina opened her eyes, the lilac glow fading from her irises, and only then turned around. 

Ruby was where she had left her. It was as if she had not moved. Though, her Louboutins were perched by the couch, where the black coat was folded as well. Though, that obedience was subverted by the cocky grin and a hand on her hip. Regina narrowed her eyes, but her burning gaze was met with a challenge and head held high.

Regina walked over to Ruby, making a show out of the few steps it would take to cross the office. One heeled foot after the other in a line: a stalking panther in pursuit of her prey. Not unlike what  Ruby had done upon her arrival, but less playful. And more dangerous. 

The first thing to go was the blazer. It slipped off Regina's shoulders, got caught on her wrists for a moment, and then fell to the floor. As Regina stepped closer, her hands reached for the buttons of her blouse. Fingers moved, undoing one and then another… all while Regina's eyes never left Ruby’s. It was a trap, a ploy, a trick – so easy to see through and yet still so effective. Ruby had a choice. She could keep up the challenge, continue the unspoken duel of locked eyes or… Or she could break eye contact and feast her eyes upon what Regina was revealing one step at a time. Tick, tock. 

The temptation won out and Ruby let her eyes glance down, thereby settling their roles and relinquishing the leading spot. But that surrender did not feel like much of a hardship to be fair. Regina's fingers made their way to the last button and she untucked the blouse from her skirt. The off-black color of the blouse presented a delicious pairing with the dark charcoal bra, lacy and push-up, for the two seconds it remained half-open. The silky material slipped over Regina's shoulders and down her arms, fluttering to the floor. There was a sound of a zipper being pulled and the only competition the click-click-click noise of the zipper had among the silence in the room were the taps of Regina's heels and Ruby's breath, getting faster and heavier. Regina took a pause in her walk, letting the gray skirt slip past her hips and down her legs with a little wiggle. She stepped out of the skirt pooling around her ankles with a trained skill of trapeze artist, not even glancing down. And then, with another two steps – was right in front of Ruby. The flare of Ruby's nostrils and lip-bite were exactly what Regina expected. All owed to the fact that now, sans the skirt, she was entirely and deliciously bottomless. The matching charcoal panties had been pulled off of her while she had still been sitting in the chair. Pulled off by insistent hands and teeth. Very same teeth that were gnawing on the bottom lip, as if in a poor attempt to hold back. Regina knew quite well what a vision she was, standing this close, with only a bra and heels on. She had used magic to fix her makeup and hair, but that magic did nothing to remove all the ruby-red smudges the lipstick left upon her thighs and also higher. 

There was a pause. One filled with heavy breaths, rising tension, and burning gazes full of promises. 

And then Regina pounced. 

Like a striking viper her hand shot out to close around Ruby’s throat. It was not a hard grip, but Ruby let out a gasp nonetheless. The fingers closed tighter, grip became firmer, the pressure increased – and the gasp became a moan. Regina pushed. Ruby made a step back and then another. Regina had maneuvered them both towards the desk. Ruby had continued to walk backwards up until her lower back collided with the layered glass top of Regina's desk. Ruby stopped and hissed, grabbing for purchase on the desk, but Regina was not slowing down. She stepped right into Ruby, her heels making them almost the same height. Regina moved until they were flush, chest to chest, belly to belly, nose to nose. Her hand sneaked around to fist in the hair at the back of Ruby's neck. There was a second where Regina thought Ruby would go cross-eyed from sudden closeness, but before either of them could find out – Regina's mouth was on Ruby's. 

The kiss was unexpectedly sensual. Regina's lips were not as rough as her grip had been, it was a teasing demonstration more than anything. Taking Ruby's lips, then backing away. Stealing another kiss, giving the bottom lip a suck, and disengaging. Delving deep, letting her tongue slip past Ruby’s lips, tangle with hers… and pulling away. Hovering with her mouth just out of reach. Letting their breaths mingle and leave hot caresses upon each other's cheeks. And then taking a few shallow kisses in succession. Leaving again to pull Ruby's hair, tilting her head up and raking her teeth along Ruby’s jawline toward her chin. Delighting in the shudder that shook Ruby's body and the hissing whine that accompanied it. Traveling up and over the chin, leaving little bites and kisses in her wake, Regina made her way to that mouth again. And this time she was not holding back. The kiss was deep, unrestrained and filthy. Tongues sliding against one another and mouths fused together. She could've sworn that Ruby's legs gave out for a moment there, but they were so intertwined and leaning on each other, it was hard to be sure. Not that Regina wanted to waste brainpower on such small a thing when there was so much more in store.

She ended the kiss and pulled her lips away from Ruby, who instinctively tried to follow. Regina let out a little breathy laugh, keeping her distance and enjoying the dazed expression on Ruby's face. 

"Time to play," she murmured half an inch away from Ruby's parted lips and took a full step back. 

Regina used her fingers to trace Ruby's hips, the protruding lines of the bones, the little curve of muscle that led to the low-sitting waistline of red panties. Fingers played there, caressing and scratching the skin, but never going under the fabric. Then the fingers traveled up. Up to the pulled tight garter belt and even higher to that piece of jewelry, the one set into Ruby's navel piercing. It was a simple steel half-ring, nestled snugly in the divot of her bellybutton. And the tightening of those abdominal muscles was exactly what Regina was after when she lightly tugged at the ring. The contrast between hard metal and much more pliant skin was intoxicating, even more so with just as strong as the steel musculature flexing underneath Regina's touch. 

At some point between the kisses and the touching Ruby had closed her eyes. She leaned heavier on the desk, tilting her head up and almost purring as Regina was having her way. The hands landed flat on Ruby's sides, caressed and moved up, up until they reached the underside of the bright red bra. The hands lingered there for just a moment, teasingly fluttering along the edge of the garment. A moment enough for the purring to turn into a whine. Regina chuckled – and then her hands were on Ruby's breasts, grabbing, massaging, pressing over the bra. Ruby let out a drawn-out moan, her torso bent forward, pushing her chest more into Regina's hands. Regina continued her exploration, giving some attention to Ruby's collarbones and shoulders and neck, but she kept coming back to the lacy bra and what was concealed underneath. Her hands could feel the hard points of steel through the fabric, the same contrast that she enjoyed before. Ruby's moans had gotten supplanted and replaced by labored open mouthed breaths. Regina's hands were on Ruby, on the bra – thin lace the only barrier left there – and then… the hands were caressing flesh. Regina's fingers glowed faintly and the piece of lingerie disappeared off Ruby, right from under Regina's hands. Ruby groaned so loud it would have been heard in the reception if not for the silencing spell. And now Regina could feel the contrast directly, right under her palms. She gave Ruby's breasts a squeeze and then moved her hands off, leaving only the fingertips drawing patterns over the two swells. The view was sublime. Ruby's chest was of perfect size to compliment her figure and upon those breasts were hard nipples, both adorned with a marching set of steel barbells. Now topless, Ruby was magnificent. 

Anticipation was over. The corner of Regina's mouth twitched upwards. It was her turn to take, to indulge. 

Regina's hands caressed the revealed breasts, massaged the pale swells. And then she pinched the nipples, rolling both between her fingers. Ruby's groan was only a hair short of being a growl, deep and rumbling, but the next second it abruptly turned into a howl. Regina twisted both barbells, then pulled on them, hard. Ruby's whole body shook. Just as quick, Regina's right hand grabbed Ruby's jaw and pulled her face down and towards her own. The look on Ruby's face made Regina swallow, her nostrils flare and heat spike in her abdomen. The satisfying soreness from the earlier orgasms had been already replaced by a new simmering need, but that look made her desire shoot to a boil, spreading warmth and tingles around her inner thighs and lower back. Ruby's eyes were hooded, the mascara had started to run at the corners, but even so – it was plain to see how deep and blown with want her eyes had become. The green had almost completely been swallowed by blackness. There was a blush on the tips of her cheekbones, matching in color to the blush covering her neck and chest. And, of course, there was the absolutely ruined lipstick. The red smudges were all around her mouth, which was parted to allow for shallow breaths to escape. Regina let her hand move around Ruby’s jawline, her grip tilting the head and pulling the jaw down. As Regina's fingers moved up Ruby instinctually followed the silent order, opening her mouth wider. And there it was – one more gleaming steel ball of Ruby's tongue piercing. Their eyes met and the blown-out green met the utter wickedness in deep brown. Regina kept her eyes on Ruby's face, kept her hold there as well, but her other hand left Ruby’s body. It trailed down Regina's own stomach instead. Down, down, down, through the perfectly trimmed line of hair and finally into the throbbing, wet cunt. Ruby's eyes darted down, following the motion, hungry and wanting. Regina swiped between her outer lips, circled her clit a few times to take the edge off, and delved in with two fingers to the second knuckle. The loud groan that followed was not her own. To say Ruby was enjoying the view would be an understatement. She was mesmerized, now focused entirely on Regina's fingers. And those fingers were getting closer – as Regina extracted them from herself and, glistening with wetness, presented right up to Ruby's face. There was a glimmer of understanding in Ruby's fogged eyes. She opened her mouth wider, taking the offered fingers in. Now, the groan was shared, coming from both of them. Regina hissed as Ruby sucked on her fingers, as her tongue wrapped around them and grazed the pads. She was delighted when the metal of the piercing met her fingers. It was a wonderful reminder of said piercing teasing at Regina’s clit as Ruby's tongue delved deeper into her cunt – not fifteen minutes ago. Time seemed to slow down. The hedonistic, joyous expression on Ruby's face was sublime: even when Regina pushed her fingers deeper, Ruby was just too caught up in her taste and smell and just took and took without a second thought.

Though, this bliss was not meant to last as Ruby was yanked out of her daze with a yelp, just in time for her world to be flipped over. Regina had extracted her fingers, gripped Ruby by the shoulders, turned her around and pushed her face-down onto the desk – all within a few seconds of each other. The room must have spun around and gave Ruby whiplash, judging by the loud 'oof' sound of escaped breath she made landing. Regina was not concerned, she felt the mood shift the second Ruby gave her that scorching look over her shoulder. She knew Ruby was tougher than just about anyone and she knew Ruby liked when Regina acted on that knowledge. The trust that Ruby could take it, that she didn't need protecting or coddling or patronizing. Even tamed, Ruby was a free beast. And Regina had no compunctions about reminding her of that fact any time the need would arise. 

Regina let the tips of her fingers trace the vertebrae in Ruby's spine – from in-between the shoulder blades to the small of her back, enjoying the shivers the touch was causing. And then…

SMACK!

Regina's palm landed on Ruby's upturned ass in a hard slap. 

The sound bounced off the walls and ceiling, reverberating around the open space of the office. It was as if a gun had gone off. And yes, Regina indeed put the silencing spell on the room, and they both knew it, but the thought of someone beyond the walls and the door and windows hearing the sound had inevitably floated to the surface of their minds.

SMACK!

The second spank landed on the opposite cheek and Ruby let out a heedless groan, shifting into the slap, waiting for the next one. 

Even though the spanks were delivered over the lace of underwear, Regina was not holding back either. At the same time she was by no means putting all of her strength behind the blow. Doing that would without a doubt hurt Regina's hand more than it would Ruby's behind – the muscle hidden beneath the tempting layer of flesh of Ruby's derriere was hard as steel, unbreakable. Trying to actually hurt Ruby was like trying to beat up a concrete wall. And Regina knew that all too well. She put just enough into the spank to let Ruby know one most important thing: Regina was neither pulling her punches as if Ruby was made of glass nor was she reckless enough playing with a werewolf to get herself hurt. It was the promise of that edge – the tightrope act of pleasure and pain – and Regina was the master at walking that line. In fact, she was quite the Mistress of exactly that domain. 

Leaving Ruby in her pose, Regina pulled the straps of her bra off her shoulders and through her arms, then she lowered it, turned around her middle and finally undid the clasp. This charcoal piece made Regina's cleavage look amazing in addition to being fairly comfortable, but the tightly-fitted design and tricky clasp left no room to allow for sexy stripping without help or being a professional contortionist. With Ruby in this position – one cheek pressed into the glass of the desk, eyes closed and hair covering half of her face – Regina took advantage of being out of Ruby's line of sight to do what in her mind would have ruined the mood. The bra fell out of her hands and joined the rest of her clothing on the floor. Then Regina stepped into Ruby. Her pelvis slotted itself against Ruby's ass and she leaned over her. She leaned up until she was practically laying with her front on Ruby's back. She lowered her face into the dark mess of Ruby's hair, just where her ear and neck connected, and breathed in. The body underneath her rumbled. It wasn't a groan, it was not a growl. It was something in-between. A rumbling purr, the vibrations of which Regina could feel echoing in her bones. Purring both wanton and desperate. Regina smiled into the cinnamon-smelling hair. That was the plan. Ruby let out a small sigh the second she could feel Regina bare breasts pressing into her back, and then the rumbling began again. 

Regina moved some of the hair out of the way, nipped at the revealed ear, pulled on the earlobe with her teeth. 

"Ah, Ruby, dear, you make such a lovely picture bent over my desk like this. Why don't you be a good girl and stay put while I gather a few things. What do we say now, Pet?"

"Yes, Madam Mayor," came the breathy response, "Thank you, Madam Mayor."

Regina stood up and, 'rewarding' the needy whine Ruby made at her leaving with another smack on her ass, proceeded to walk around the desk and towards the cabinets hidden under the window and the safe built-in. The sharp intake of air coming from behind her told Regina that Ruby was sneaking glances at her and obviously appreciating Regina walking around with only her heels on. Nude, shameless, commanding. Smiling to herself, Regina pressed her finger to the little sensor and the (decorated to look like wood) steel door swung open. 

This was not a safe for Madam Mayor. On the inside there were no documents or money. This safe was for the Mistress, not the Madam. There were three exact duplicates of this safe. Here, in the Manor and in her Vault. All three were enchanted to open to the same space so that the items put into one safe were accessible from any of them. Regina looked over her collection and it made her wicked smile grow when she confirmed what she had suspected – one item in particular was gone. It was not lost, however. It was not in the safe, but Regina was certain she knew where it was and it wasn't far. Grabbing the black box from inside the safe, she closed the door and, even before the lock clicked shut, she was walking back towards her desk. 

She stopped, now standing behind her desk, where her chair would usually be – on the opposite side of where Ruby was bent over the glass surface. Regina waited for a few heart beats, knowing that Ruby would feel her, would know what to do. And, sure enough, Ruby raised her head and looked up at her. They held eye contact for a tense moment until Regina began to pull the items out of the box, putting them on the desk in full view one by one. Ruby's gaze moved from one new item revealed to the next, her eyes getting more hooded and jaw clenching tighter with each. 

Handcuffs. Steel, polished and shiny. 

Harness. Custom-made. All leather and padding, straps and buckles. 

Purple-lilac silicone dildo. Part of the matching set with the harness. 

Lube in a lavender plastic bottle with a black cap.

Regina let the silence stretch, let the tension build and build until the silence was practically ringing with it. Only then she spoke. 

"Give me your hands, Pet."

And with that the silence was sliced through as if by a sword, yet the tension remained just as high-strung. Ruby rose on her elbows and presented the wrists to Regina. Slowly, with deliberate elegance and meaning behind each motion, Regina closed the handcuffs around Ruby's wrists and let the clicks of the lock echo in the office. The chain between the steel bracelets was thicker and much longer than that of standard-issue police handcuffs. It left a whole lot more freedom of movement while still retaining the essence of restraints, the much more powerful mark of ownership and surrender. 

"Hands stay on the desk, got it?" 

Regina was still holding onto Ruby's wrists when she said the words, thus she felt Ruby clench and unclench her fingers as Regina’s raspy voice reached her. Ruby nodded along with a little whispered 'Yes', which was immediately corrected to 'Yes, Madam Mayor'. Regina smiled, choosing to ignore that infraction and walked back around the desk, which was more of a walk than one would think. Regina’s desk was not as wide as it was long, a monolith of glass and metal, perfectly fitting with the modern minimalist styling of the office. One advantage about the length of the walk around was that the song of Regina’s heels clicking against the polished floor, so very loud in the silence of the room, would sound longer, heightening the anticipation even more. It was a move mirroring what Ruby had done herself when she came in. 

The staccato of her heels ended with Regina stopping in her previously vacated spot – right behind Ruby. There was another set of heartbeats mingled with shallow breaths in the otherwise still office. 

SMACK!

Regina's hands were on Ruby again. It took three slaps for Ruby to start wriggling. She was keeping her hands on the desk and her feet on the floor, but her spine bowed and waved with the spanking. And then she went all rigid, getting on her tip-toes as Regina's arm snaked around Ruby’s hip and between her legs. Regina cupped her pussy over the panties without delving in: the lace was soaked right through and the grip was rough, possessive. Regina's weight was on top of Ruby again, pressing her into the desk. And the silky-smooth overtones of her voice were back, wrapping around Ruby better and tighter than any restraint could. 

"You have made quite a mess, Pet. Naughty, naughty! And you were putting on such a good show, I almost believed it was all about me. But it is not just about me, is it? For how long have you been getting wet? Since I bent you over my desk? Since you have seen me naked? Since you got on your knees and put your tongue in my cunt as far as it would go? Or was it when you were walking down the street with nothing but that coat to hide just how desperate and horny for my touch you were?"

Ruby moaned into the glass. She was stretched all the way across the desk to accommodate both Regina's weight and the handcuffs. Her fingers were hanging over the edge and trembling, hands pressed with the heels to the glass and the steel of the cuffs biting into her wrists. The dirty talk and Regina's voice were turning Ruby into mush, but it was something else that kept her on the edge, caught as a fish on the hook. Regina was cupping Ruby with her full palm, applying unfocused pressure – enough to entice and stake her claim, but not enough to give Ruby what she desperately wanted. She was surrounded by Regina – her scent, her feel, her voice, her touch – and that was precisely what Regina was going for. Ruby's senses were no match for normal people. Regina knew Ruby was submerged in their combined scent, and Regina's body being draped over Ruby's back was like she was being touched all over. And in that haze the right words could drag Ruby higher without letting her fall over the edge. 

"Or was it earlier? Even before you walked out of the house. Before you put that coat on, or anything else for that matter. Hmm, Ruby? Tell me. I know already, I noticed, but you wanted me to notice, did you not? Well, now I want you to say it. For how long have you been getting wet? Tell me, say it. Go on, Pet." 

Ruby moaned louder. She gulped a lung-full of air and let it slowly out with a sigh. She tried to turn her head a bit more, pivot so that she could see Regina out of the corner of her eye. Regina let up just a bit, just to be able to see Ruby's face herself. She swiped a few dark tresses away from Ruby's profile, waiting for the answer. She continued to comb through the mane of hair, getting deeper and raking her nails across Ruby's scalp – from the top of her head to the nape of her neck. 

"Yeeesssss," Ruby hissed, leaning into the touch, "I– oh, yes, fuck! Y-yes, it was earlier… Regina, you… mmm…"

"Use your words, Ruby. Tell me. Since when have you been getting wet? How long did it take you, naughty girl, to soak your panties all the way through?"

Ruby licked her lips, trying to focus. Regina was not unsympathetic to this plight. After all, she was the one making it so very difficult for Ruby to concentrate. She met Ruby's darkened look with a smile, smile full of smugness and promises. If only Ruby would behave. 

"I- I have…" Ruby swallowed, "I have been horny since this morning. I could not help myself. I have been planning to surprise you today and just kept thinking about it. Regina… Madam, please, I need you to–"

"Nu-huh, Pet," Regina interrupted Ruby, her voice – a velvet noose, woven together from amusement and condescension and adoration and possessiveness – pulled tight around Ruby, "That was not what I asked. Now, say it!" 

Ruby ground her teeth, glanced back at Regina and said, trying and failing to keep her voice from trembling. 

"I have been wet since I put my fingers up my ass, okay?! Since I stretched it. And, fuck, since I put the plug in! Is that what you wanted to hear?! Please, I'm so–" 

Ruby swallowed the rest of that sentence as Regina flicked her wrist, transporting the soaked panties off her body. Ruby sucked in a shaky breath, shivering all over – because of the sudden onslaught of cool air against her most sensitive spot and because there were no more barriers between her pussy and Regina's hand. Regina could read Ruby like a book. This was exactly the answer she wanted to hear. And the reaction she wanted to provoke. 

"Good girl," Regina purred right next to Ruby's ear, making another long moan float off her lips. 

Regina delighted in the unimpeded feel of her. Ruby. Red. Ready and wanton. The warmth and the familiarity, and the contrast of the two final pieces of steel against the slick flesh. Regina's lips stretched into a wide, savoring grin. The two piercings seated at the top of Ruby's cunt were her weak spot, sometimes only requiring the barest of touches there to push her to crest over. Regina had to bite her lip as her fingers moved from the flesh to steel and back, the throbbing under her hand echoing between her own legs. Even simply jostling the piercings a little bit was enough to make Ruby twitch and moan, already so close to the edge. And getting closer. However, it was not what Regina wanted at the moment. Ruby has been willingly holding back all day, increasing the pressure and hoping for an explosive finish. And that was the promise Regina was going to deliver on. 

Thus she removed her hand from between Ruby's legs. Not only that, she removed herself entirely. Regina straightened and took half a step back. Ruby had attempted to follow her, to keep that skin-on-skin contact, but Regina's murmured 'stay' was enough for her to settle back down. That little word was all it took to get her point across as Ruby remained still and waiting. Now was the moment for Regina to really look at her, to truly take in the view she was gifted with. 

Ruby was sprawled with her front over the desk. Her arms were stretched above her head with handcuffs-bound wrists still on the glass surface and hands hanging off. Regina's usually so orderly desk was no longer. Papers and writing utensils, paperweights and binders, framed pictures, her name-plate, an assortment of other items – were scattered all over the desk or had fallen off entirely. The chaotic state of what otherwise would have been the center of meticulous order for some strange reason only served to turn Regina on even more. It was in a way a symbolic manifestation of how Ruby had walzed into her life, turning it upside down. The Evil Queen would never abide by that, the Mayor of the Cursed Town would never accept it, but Regina had moved beyond the shadows of her past. As she was now, here in this moment, the whirlwind of disorder brought on by Ruby only made her feel love and affection. And another hot, burning emotion that really wanted to take the center stage.

Lust. 

Regina's eyes traveled further over Ruby's body. Her long, wavy locks, just touched with red at the ends. Her shoulders and back. The indentations of vertebrae in her spine, leading down to the slight narrowing of the waist and then flaring out again into the wonderfully presented ass and the long, long legs below, spread out and still clad in those stockings. Regina's gaze grew even more heated as she beheld the slowly fading red marks upon Ruby's behind. The round shape was accentuated by the straps of the garterbelt, connecting it to the stockings. It was an enthralling sight. Even more so with the now visible glistening trails marking Ruby inner thighs. And the source of said wetness on full display. Regina's eyes grew hooded and she tilted her head to the side as her gaze was drawn to the item she knew about already, but had not seen yet. Right there, between the tinted with redness cheeks – there was a gleam of an altogether different red. The red gem of the plug snuggly seated inside Ruby's ass. 

It was a toy they had used quite a number of times. Bought specifically for Ruby, the black silicon cone sported a jewel at the end – crystal made to look like her namesake. Regina smiled, mesmerized by the sight. The plug was seated tightly inside Ruby's ass and as Regina's hands took hold of Ruby's cheeks to spread and knead them, it gleamed with reflected light from the fixtures up above. 

Just thinking about Ruby walking all the way to the Town Hall with the plug inside her, the fact that she wanted to be taken, wishing for this to go where it was going, that Ruby had stretched herself and put the plug in as an invitation – those lighting-fast thoughts caused a spike of white-hot desire to shoot through Regina's stomach. Her right hand moved in, slid between the cheeks and touched the gem. Regina's fingers circled and then closed around the end of the plug. 

"Yeeeesssss…."

The sibilant hiss that Ruby let out, the long and high-pitched string of syllables, was being replaced by the much lower-pitched groans as Regina wiggled the plug and pulled on it. Ruby back had bowed at the waist, she came up on her elbows and her legs spread even wider. The hungry smile never left Regina's face. She pulled some more, then almost let go, watching as the plug got sucked back in. She teased Ruby by pulling more and more of the toy out, and then backing off. Up until the widest part of the plug had gotten caught on the ring of muscles, and Ruby was getting on her tip-toes with the stretch. She was following every motion Regina made. So very responsive! 

Regina finally pulled the toy all the way out in one smooth move, enjoying the way Ruby slumped against the desk. The plug slipped out of her hand and disappeared in a plum of purple smoke    – it was no longer important and it needed thorough cleaning later anyway. Regina was more preoccupied with the next step. She snapped her fingers and her hips were clouded with purple mist. The sound of the snap echoed in the room, filled to the brim with silent anticipation – only interrupted by Ruby's shallow breaths. The fog cleared and Regina was wearing her harness with the dildo affixed to it. She smirked with a corner of her mouth: why would one ruin the mood by fumbling with complicated leather contraptions if one had magic? The last item however, the one Regina would not use magic for, was the little bottle – the lavender bottle standing within reach on the desk. It was not a true necessity at this point. She knew that Ruby was ready now and would have been able to handle the roughness even without much preparation, but in this moment it was more about the foreplay than being careful. Regina uncapped the bottle and watched as Ruby reacted to the small sound. There were shivers running up Ruby's sides and her breathing hitched. Regina poured the lube into her hand and spread it over the dildo, watching as Ruby shifted her weight from one leg to the other. The touch of Regina's now cool hand on her ass made Ruby jump. She tensed and then relaxed, putting more weight on her elbows and letting the wave of dark hair cascade down her face. To her credit, Ruby's hands never left the desk. Regina took another tiny step forward, holding Ruby open with one hand and guiding the toy in with the other. There was barely any resistance as the rounded tip of the dildo slid past the ring of muscle and further in. There weren't any false starts as Regina slowly and methodically worked the length deeper into Ruby's ass inch by delicious inch. 

Ruby's breathing had synced with the movement of the strap-on. 

Two inches in. Breathe in. 

One inch out. Breathe out. 

Three inches in. Breathe in. 

One inch out. Breathe out. 

Ruby's body had become liquid and pliable by the time Regina was pushing past the half-way point. Her legs were spread and planted firmly, but her waist had relaxed and she was only somewhat holding herself up on her elbows. 

Four inches in. Breathe in. 

One inch out. Breathe out. 

Four and a half…

Regina jogged her hips forward with the last push as she bottomed out and the leather of the harness made contact with Ruby's ass. Regina remained still for a moment, letting Ruby adjust. Her hands (magically cleaned from the lube, but still somewhat cool to the touch) roamed Ruby's body caressing what was within reach. The swell of her ass, the little dimples at the small of her back, the indentations of the spine… Ruby let out a rattling sigh, expelling the lung-full of air she had pulled in through her teeth. Taking it as the signal to go ahead, Regina began to move. A few slow, shallow rotations. Tasting the waters. Ruby had barely reacted. 

Well, then. 

Regina placed her hands at the divot where Ruby's waist and hips met. Her fingers spread out and pushed in, marking a firm grip – hard enough to leave bruises were Ruby to bruise that easily. Regina pulled out in one languid, methodical motion, almost all the way out…

And then thrust back in with the full force of her hips and arms. 

Ruby's wail was choked off in a struggle to breathe as the air was knocked out of her. 

She balled her fists and shook her head, her hair spreading and falling down her shoulders only to reveal more of her upper back. Her moans became louder and louder. She had gotten on her tip-toes again. And Regina was not even going too fast, but she was unrelenting. The first thrust was followed by the second and fifth and eight – all of them the same pistoning motion. Almost all the way out and then all the way in. Regina was using the entire length of the toy to fuck Ruby, letting the leather of her harness impact the upturned cheeks of her ass. It made a duller sound than the slapping of skin-on-skin would have and Regina knew that difference served to turn both of them on even more. 

Another thrust and Ruby's elbows gave out. She collapsed flat on the desk, handcuffed hands hanging off the opposite edge. Instead of taking on a deeper tone her moans got higher pitched, and Regina's grin became wide and triumphant at the sound, showing off her white teeth. She knew that whine. It was a rarity. Ruby only ever made a noise like that if she was completely trapped by the pleasure, which usually would have taken some hours of edging. Then again, Ruby had been wearing the plug for quite some time… Oh, yes, what a truly excellent notion! 

Letting her hips continue to churn, Regina bent over and lowered her front onto Ruby's back. Her lips left a few small kisses over her shoulder blades and then two things happened simultaneously. Regina moved her face higher, opened her mouth and closed her teeth around the back of Ruby's neck while her hands landed on the surface of the desk with a loud…

SLAP! 

That was enough to flip the switch. Ruby was shuddering in orgasmic bliss from Regina drilling into her behind, from Regina's teeth on the scruff of her neck and Regina's silent demand. The unspoken yet unmistakable order. 

To come. 

Now.

The muscles in Ruby's legs tightened and shook. She let out a long, almost musical moan. Her pussy gushed, inner walls flexing and gripping around nothing. Her cunt was empty, denied any stimulation but the steady, persistent pressure and stretch from somewhere else, separated by just a thin layer of muscle. Nonetheless, the pleasure from each of those thrusts traveled through her whole body and made it sing. 

Regina knew exactly which button to press. 

Letting go of Ruby's neck, Regina straightened and pulled back. Her nails raked down Ruby's back and sides as she went, ending up on both of her cheeks. Regina spread them and slowly pulled out. She smiled at the little tremors rolling through the muscles of Ruby's inner thighs – echoing aftershocks of a powerful release.

One of Regina's hands came up and she flicked her wrist. The stockings and garterbelt Ruby still wore disappeared. Now, she was fully bare and open. Regina willed the garments away, but left everything else intact. The messed up makeup and no longer silky-smooth mane of hair, the wetness that had gathered along Ruby’s thighs and the bits of perspiration between her shoulder blades. 

"We're not finished yet, Pet. Why don't you be a good girl and get on the desk for me."

It would have been a treat to watch Ruby stand up on her shaky legs and maneuver herself up onto the glass, but Regina was beginning to get impatient. She could postpone her own need for release, but it was the overwhelming desire to have Ruby again that propelled her into action. To have, to own, to tease, to fuck, to please, to fulfil every naughty little fantasy begging to be sated from behind those big green eyes of hers. That possessive streak was quite powerful, as Regina had discovered over their time together, and so very easy to indulge in. To their mutual benefit and enjoyment, of course. 

Thus, instead of waiting Regina gave Ruby a hand, almost manhandling her up and around, and then onto the desk. Ruby's back hit the enchanted to never break glass-top, sending her hair to spread out over the mess of scattered papers. Regina stepped into the cradle made by Ruby's long and immediately parted legs. It was something of a drug: to see Ruby like this, to watch her, to know the strength and power hidden underneath that skin – and still being offered submission. To see it in Ruby's asking-for-more eyes, in her slightly open mouth, in the way her arms moved up above her head to lay on the desk of their own accord. To see how Ruby's hands wrapped around the chain connecting the cuffs, how the fingers were tightening their grip on the links. Easing one of Ruby's legs on her shoulder and holding the other at a wider angle with her left hand, Regina had lined up the strap with her right. She rubbed the blunt end over the little ring, still glistening with translucent lubrication. She teased the entrance, raising her eyes along Ruby’s welcoming body all the way up to her face – locking their eyes together. The second green eyes met the brown – Regina felt a jolt in her heart. The thread connecting them was so tangible as to rival physical touch. She took a big breath, mirroring Ruby… and pushed in. 

Ruby's mouth opened in a silent gasp. She was forcing her eyelids to stay open, just so she would not lose that electric eye-contact. Regina bent lower with her feet bracing for leverage. Her new position wad forcing Ruby to fold her legs even higher, once again showing off the impressive amount of flexibility. Ruby held onto the chain between the handcuffs, lacking any other point of purchase, simply letting Regina press her into the glass-top and take what she wanted. 

And so she did. 

The thrusts picked up speed and depth in a matter of minutes. Soon enough Regina was pistoning her hips back and forth in an odd approximation of a figure eight. Drawing out at an angle and then slamming back in. The dull sounds of the leather harness hitting Ruby's thighs and ass rung in the magically soundproof office. 

Regina still could not take her eyes away from Ruby's face. The thread connecting the blown-out green with the endlessly deep brown had only broken once Ruby could not take it anymore. She simply had to shut her eyes as her face became awash with bliss and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Seeing those expressions, the trembling lips and exposed neck, the knitted brows and blushing cheeks… It was sublime. 

Regina had to keep hold of Ruby's legs in the position they were in, and she had no intention of letting go, but there was so much more she could do! So much more to drive Ruby higher, to make the next release more spectacular than the last. Her hands were full. Her mouth was too far to reach. But then again – Regina's lips spread into a devious smile, one that made her eyes gleam with devilish delight – a sorceress has her own ways. 

Regina closed her eyes and when she opened them again – the deep brown was replaced with iridescent violet. Regina breathed out as if she was whistling – and out of her mouth floated wisps of thin lilac mist. It coiled and twisted in the air on its way towards Ruby. The strings of magic licked at Ruby's skin, softer than a feather, barely there. Lilac mist spread about, searching for something different, something other than skin. Something metal. 

Once the magic found its targets – the mist dissipated, but it left a glow after. The grow wrapped around the steel barbells and rings. An invisible force pulled on Ruby's nipple piercings, jostled the one ring laying against her belly button and then flicked at the other two pieces of steel between her thighs – not too much and not too little. Enough to feel, enough to hurt and enough to send another spike of overwhelming pleasure through her body. And still that was not all. Magic could be a replacement for hands and fingers and lips, but it could offer so much more! The source of endless creativity and boundless possibilities. 

The glow radiating from the metal changed its hue almost imperceptibly. A low-tone noise joined the passionate sounds filling the room. The familiar buzzing, announcing that the steel began to vibrate. 

Ruby's muscles went taught as she released a guttural moan, choked-off at the end. Her body twisted and arched above the desk. Her head wiped from side to side. Her legs trembled in Regina's hold. Regina was stopped in her languid thrusting as the intruding toy was gripped too tightly to move. She remained still in the cradle of Ruby's legs, watching her writhe and urging her magic to prolong that orgasm, to pull everything out of Ruby. To leave her panting and sated and blissed out of her mind on the desk – a perfect painting on the chaotic canvas of scattered papers and utensils for Regina alone to enjoy. 

But that was not what happened. 

Ruby's desperate, guttural moan became deeper. The low timbre rolling in her chest took over and soon the moan became a growl. The taught muscles bulged, the veins popped and bones cracked. The nails of fingers and toes extended, shifting into pointy claws. Ruby growled again and her mouth opened in a snarl as her teeth became bigger, growing sharp and deadly. 

And when Red opened her eyes – they shone with the supernatural yellow sheen of untamed wilderness. 

Time slowed down to a crawl as the realization drew to the forefront.  

They forgot. 

There was an absent-minded, analytical thought that sounded in Regina's head – so very odd in its detached matter-of-fact dryness. The thought of how it was only a day until the Full Moon, mere twenty hours away. And that both of them really should not have been this reckless. The Wolf was too close to the surface, scratching at the barrier, longing to be released. To be free. And even if the unbreakable laws of the Werewolf Curse would not let a full transformation take place until the first light of the Full Moon, the barrier thinned enough for the Wolf to rise to the surface. To take over. For Red to be caught between the human and the wolf, to be neither and both. To be the sum of two parts, frozen in the in-between. 

Enhanced human body. Stronger, faster, tougher. Dangerous.

And the mind of the Beast, unleashed.