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Emma’s hands slid up Regina’s thighs, reverent, like she was touching something holy. She had to be careful. The silk of Regina’s skirt bunched under her palms, cool against the heat of her own skin. She could feel Regina watching her, her eyes burning a hole through her skin. It made her stomach flip in a way that had nothing to do with nerves and everything to do with the way Regina’s gaze always stripped her bare long before any clothes came off.
“Take your time, sweetheart,” Regina murmured, voice low and steady, threading her fingers through blonde curls with deliberate gentleness. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Emma exhaled shakily, pressing her forehead to Regina’s stomach for a second, just breathing her in, before nuzzling against the soft skin and laying a gentle kiss right below her belly button. Then she hooked her fingers into the waistband of Regina’s skirt and eased it down, along with the lace beneath, until Regina was bare to her. The sight knocked the air right out of her lungs.
She’d done this before. They’d done this before. More times than she can count. But never like this, never with the weight of what Regina had whispered still ringing in her ears like a bell she couldn’t un-ring.
Good girl.
Emma leaned in, slow, deliberate, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the inside of Regina’s thighs, tasting salt and the faint trace of the day. She could feel Regina’s muscles tense under her lips, then relax, a quiet trust that made Emma’s chest ache with something too big for words.
“That’s it, darling,” Regina breathed, her hand tightening just slightly in Emma’s hair, anchoring. Holding onto her for safe keeping. “That’s wonderful.”
Emma’s tongue traced a careful line upward, teasing, worshipful, until she reached the heat of her, and then she stopped thinking. There was only the taste of Regina on her tongue, the soft hitch of breath above her. Regina’s hips rolled forward just barely, attempting to let Emma go at her own pace, but her body getting the best of her, wanting to chase the pleasure.
She licked into her slowly, savoring. When she circled her clit with the tip of her tongue, Regina let out a soft sigh that Emma felt in her bones.
“Emma,” Regina said, a plea. “God, yes!”
Emma hummed against her, the vibration pulling another broken sound from Regina’s throat. She brought her hand up, rubbing fingers gently on her opening, readying her. She slid two fingers inside, curling them just right, and Regina’s back arched off the bed, one hand flying to grip the sheets as if without a steady grip, she would float right off into space.
“Look at you,” Regina managed, voice ragged now, broken, “so eager to please. So perfect.”
Emma moaned into her, the praise sinking into her skin like sunlight. She worked her tongue faster, fingers thrusting in steady rhythm, chasing every gasp, every shudder. Regina’s thighs clamped around her head, trembling, and Emma didn’t stop—couldn’t—until Regina was coming apart with a cry that sounded like Emma’s name and something filthy.
When Regina finally went limp, Emma didn’t move right away. She stayed there, face pressed to Regina’s thigh, breathing hard, lips swollen and slick. Regina’s hand stroked through her hair, slow and soothing, grounding her back into her body.
“Come here,” Regina whispered, tugging gently.
Emma crawled up, collapsing half on top of her, face buried in the crook of Regina’s neck. She was trembling from the weight of it all. Regina wrapped arms around her, pulling her close, lips brushing her temple.
“You were,” Regina said against her skin, voice soft and reverent, “so, so good for me.”
“Say it again?” Emma murmured.
Regina smiled against her hair. “My good girl,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to the shell of Emma’s ear. “My brave, beautiful, perfect girl.”
Emma’s eyes stung. She hid her face deeper in Regina’s neck, but her smile was so wide it hurt.
Regina’s fingers drew slow, endless circles along Emma’s spine, tracing the knobs of vertebrae like she was reading braille.
Emma’s own hand had found its way under Regina’s blouse, palm flat over the steady thud of her heart. She could feel it still racing, a reminder that Regina had unraveled just as thoroughly as she had. The thought made her dizzy.
Regina shifted, rolling them gently until Emma was on her back and Regina was half-draped over her, propped on one elbow. Dark hair spilled across Emma’s shoulder like ink. Regina’s eyes were soft, almost lazy with afterglow, but there was still that glint (something sharp and delighted and entirely Regina).
“Still with me, darling?” she asked, voice husky.
Emma nodded. She felt raw, peeled open, every nerve singing. Regina brushed a thumb across her lower lip, still swollen, still tasting of her.
“You were exquisite,” Regina said, matter-of-fact. “You were very careful with me. I loved it.”
Emma’s face went scarlet. “I just- I wanted it to be good for you.”
“Oh, Emma.” Regina leaned down, kissed her slow and deep, tasting herself on Emma’s tongue with a pleased little hum. “It was perfect. You’re perfect.”
Emma squirmed, equal parts embarrassed and desperate for more. “You’re gonna kill me with that.”
“Good,” Regina teased, nipping her jaw. “Death by praise. How very…charming.”
Emma laughed, breathless, and Regina swallowed the sound with another kiss. When they broke apart, Regina rested their foreheads together.
“Tell me what you need now,” she said quietly. “Anything. Name it.”
Emma swallowed. The words felt huge, clumsy in her mouth. “I just… I want you to keep me. Like- like this. Yours. I… I want to feel it tomorrow when I’m at my desk and you text me something boring about budget meetings, and I remember I’m-” She stopped, cheeks burning again.
Regina’s smile was slow, wicked, and unbearably tender all at once. “You’ll remember you’re my good girl,” she finished. “And you’ll sit there squirming in your sheriff’s chair, thighs pressed together because you’re still swollen and sensitive and mine.”
Emma whimpered. Actually whimpered.
Regina kissed the sound away. “I’ll tell you every day,” she promised against her lips. “Every time you bring me coffee exactly how I like it. Every time you take the trash out without being asked. Every time you kneel for me like my little puppy. You’ll never have to wonder again.”
Emma’s eyes fluttered shut. “I love you,” she whispered.
Regina’s whole face softened. “I know, baby. I love you too. So much it scares me sometimes.”
They kissed again, slower this time, languid and sweet. Regina’s hand slipped down between them, cupping Emma over her jeans with deliberate pressure. Emma jolted, oversensitive, a broken sound catching in her throat.
“Still?” Regina asked, amused.
Emma nodded miserably. “I didn’t- I mean, I wasn’t trying to-”
“Shh.” Regina popped the button on Emma’s jeans, slid the zipper down with a quiet rasp. “You were too busy being good for me to take care of yourself. Let me fix that.”
Emma’s hips lifted instinctively as Regina tugged denim and underwear down just far enough.
“Look at you,” Regina murmured, sliding her fingers through slick folds, gathering evidence. “Absolutely drenched. You really do get off on being praised, don’t you?”
Emma tried to answer, something clever and defiant sitting on the tip of her tongue, but all that came out was a strangled moan as Regina’s fingers circled her clit with devastating precision.
“That’s it,” Regina crooned, watching her face like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. “Let me take care of my good girl.”
She slipped inside her easily, curling, stroking, thumb pressing just right. Emma’s back bowed off the bed, hands scrabbling for purchase on Regina’s shoulders.
“Please… Gina.”
“I’ve got you,” Regina whispered, leaning down to mouth at her neck, teeth scraping over the spot that always made Emma fall apart.
Emma was already so close, this is probably the fastest she’s ever come. Regina pumped her fingers so sweetly, hitting every ridge inside her that sent her wild. She could feel her body getting more and more wound up, tighter and tighter, clenching down down down, until-.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Show me how pretty you are when you let go.”
Emma shattered with a cry that cracked in the middle, thighs clamping around Regina’s hand, whole body shaking through it. Regina worked her through every aftershock, murmuring nonsense and praise in equal measure until Emma went limp, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the intensity.
When she could breathe again, Regina gathered her close, tucking Emma’s head under her chin. Emma clung, legs tangled, still trembling.
“My good baby. Oh, my darling. I can’t get enough of you.” She kissed her hair.
Regina allowed Emma to relax her body before sliding a hand under her chin, and lifting it up until their eyes met. “Do you think you’re done for the night, or can you give me just a little bit more?” She searched Emma’s eyes for the truth.
“What did you have in mind?”
Regina grinned, sweet as honey, and that’s all the information Emma needed.
“Wait here for me, would you? I’ll be right back.”
Regina slid off the bed and into the en-suite, leaving Emma with just her thoughts. She stripped off her shirt and bra in preparation, and laid on top of the blankets, waiting. Unsure if the pebbling on her skin was from the chill or anticipation. She began to glide one hand down her body… Regina wouldn’t mind, right? She’s just keeping the mood going. Her mind flooded with thoughts of dark hair, pale skin, soft hands gripping her, loving her, owning her. She tipped her head back and got lost in herself. She didn’t even notice-
Regina stepped out of the en-suite, the soft click of the door the only warning before Emma’s breath caught in her throat.
They locked eyes. Emma’s eyes slowly drifted down, fuck, her tits. She let herself think for a moment before moving further down.
She was wearing it.
Black leather harness, snug against her hips like it had been tailored for sin itself. The silicone was a deep, midnight purple, thick enough to make Emma’s mouth water and her thighs clench involuntarily. Regina didn’t say a word at first. She just let Emma look, let the weight of it settle between them like a promise.
“Starting without me, dear?” Regina tilted her head, dark hair spilling over one shoulder. “Come here, darling.”
Emma scrambled to the edge of the bed on shaky legs, dropping to her knees without being asked. The carpet was soft under her skin, but it barely registered. All she could see was Regina standing over her, one hand resting casually on her hip, the other loosely wrapped around the base of the strap.
“I want you to trust that I do not give praise lightly,” Regina said, her boardroom voice. “You wanted to earn it so badly, right, my dear? So here’s your chance, earn it.”
Emma’s hands hovered, uncertain, until Regina gave a tiny nod. Then she reached out, fingers curling around warm silicone, guiding it to her lips like it was the most natural thing in the world.
She started slow, tongue swirling around the tip. Regina watched, eyes half-lidded, lips parted just enough to show how much she was enjoying the view. Emma looked up, gazing into her lust crazed eyes for just a moment, before diving back into work. She opened her lips and took the cock in, only an inch or two, bobbing her head.
“That's it,” Regina murmured, “show me how much you want it.”
Emma moaned around the cock, taking more, cheeks hollowing as she sucked. She could feel Regina’s hips twitch, the tiniest thrust forward. It made Emma bolder. She took it deeper, eyes watering, throat relaxing as she worked it in and out, sloppy and eager and desperate.
Regina’s breath hitched. “Fuck, Emma… look at you. Taking it so well. My perfect little-”
She didn’t finish. She didn’t have to. Emma whimpered around the shaft, pulling off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to the tip. She looked up, eyes glassy, lips swollen and red.
“Use me.”
“Pardon?” Regina asked, breathlessly.
“I have what you want, take it… Use me, use my mouth.”
“Oh, you filthy little… Open up.”
Emma opened her mouth, tongue sticking out, covering her bottom teeth. A beautiful open invitation.
Regina guided the strap, sliding it left and right over her tongue, getting drunk on the view.
“Good girl,” Regina purred, voice ragged. “Look at you. So obedient. So hungry for it.”
She pushed forward, slow and deliberate, watching every inch disappear between Emma’s swollen lips. Emma’s throat flexed, a soft gag muffled around the shaft, but she didn’t pull back. She took it, deeper, deeper, until her nose brushed Regina’s lower belly and tears tracked down her cheeks.
Regina held her there, hips flush, savoring the way Emma’s throat fluttered around the intrusion. “Breathe through your nose, baby,” she whispered, thumb stroking Emma’s temple. “That’s it. Just like that. You’re doing so good.”
Emma’s hands clutched Regina’s thighs, nails digging in, grounding herself as her lungs burned. Regina counted silently (one, two, three), then eased back just enough for Emma to drag in a desperate breath before sliding home again.
“Fuck, your mouth,” Regina groaned, starting to move, shallow thrusts at first, letting Emma adjust. “Made for this. Made for me.”
Emma moaned around the cock, the vibration ripping a hiss from Regina. She picked up speed, hips rolling, fucking Emma’s mouth in earnest now, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Each thrust pushed a little deeper, a little rougher, until Emma was a mess of spit and tears and raw, desperate need.
Regina’s free hand slid down to cup Emma’s jaw, thumb pressing into the hollow of her cheek, feeling the bulge of the strap moving beneath the skin. “Look at me,” she commanded.
Emma’s eyes snapped up, red-rimmed and glassy, mascara smudged.
“That’s my girl,” she rasped. “Taking it so fucking well. You’re gonna make me come just from this, aren’t you?”
Emma whimpered, nodding as much as she could with her mouth stuffed full. Regina’s thrusts grew erratic, chasing friction against the base of the harness, grinding her clit with every snap of her hips.
“Close,” Regina gritted out. “Don’t you dare stop, keep that throat open, keep-.”
She came with a low, broken moan, hips jerking forward, burying herself deep as she rode it out. Emma gagged, swallowed, held on, tears multiplying, until Regina finally stilled, trembling.
Regina pulled out slowly, the strap glistening, and Emma gasped, coughing once before Regina hauled her up by the hair and crushed their mouths together.
“Bed,” Regina growled against her lips. “Now.”
Emma scrambled backward, legs shaking, spit still dripping from her chin. Regina followed, stalking her like prey, the strap bobbing heavy between them.
“On your back,” Regina ordered. “Legs up. Show me that pretty cunt.”
She’s never seen Regina like this.
Emma fell back, knees to her chest, exposed and dripping. Regina knelt between her thighs, dragging the soaked head of the strap through her folds, teasing.
“Please,” Emma sobbed. “Please, Gina, I need—”
“I know what you need.” Regina lined up and thrust in, one brutal stroke, bottoming out.
Emma yelped, back arching off the bed. Regina didn’t pause, just gripped her thighs and fucked her hard, deep, relentless. The bed slammed against the wall, headboard cracking with every thrust.
“Tell me,” Regina said, voice rough. “Tell me what you are.”
Emma’s hips bucked, trying to take more. “Yours,” she gasped. “I’m yours- your good girl- please!”
“That's it,” Regina hissed, leaning down to bite at Emma’s neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breast. “Take it. Take every fucking inch like the good girl you are.”
Emma couldn’t speak. Her vocal cords fried.Only broken moans and whimpers escaped her lips. Legs wrapped around Regina’s waist, heels digging into her back. Every thrust hit deep, perfect, relentless. She’s a madwoman, Emma thought.
“Touch yourself,” Regina snarled. “Want to feel you come around my cock while I ruin you.”
Emma’s hand flew between her legs, fingers circling her clit in frantic strokes. Regina angled her hips, hitting that spot over and over, watching Emma fall apart beneath her.
“Come,” Regina commanded. “Come for me, baby, let me hear it-.”
Emma shattered, body seizing, walls clenching around the strap so hard Regina groaned like she could feel it. Regina fucked her through it, drawing out every aftershock until Emma was sobbing, oversensitive and limp.
Only then did Regina slow, easing out gently and collapsing beside her. She gathered Emma close, pressing kisses to her tear-streaked face.
“You were perfect,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “So fucking perfect.”
Emma clung to her, trembling, wrecked, and utterly, completely hers.
Emma made a small, broken sound, and held on tighter.
Regina smiled against her skin.
“My girl,” she murmured, over and over, until Emma finally relaxed, boneless and sated. “My perfect girl. Those were the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard.”