I know that Wicked Games is technically complete, but there are a few things I was always sad I never managed to write into it, so I decided to do this sort-of-epilogue chapter to make up for those.

The things that I include in here are definitely towards the rougher end of the scale, and I'm certain that some of you won't be a fan of them (the people who continue to complain about the name-calling… you might want to give this one a miss).

I hope the rest of you enjoy!

Lots of love, your favourite horndog smut peddler x

Epilogue

Regina's temples were throbbing. They had been all week.

Really, she couldn't understand why people found it so difficult to just do the jobs they'd been given. How hard was it to fill a pothole on Main Street before another car lost a tire to it? Every single day over that past week she'd had to field questions from angry citizens demanding to know why things weren't being done – why that faulty lamp on Turner Street hadn't been mended yet, and why the water supply issue at the elementary school was still ongoing – and it had become increasingly difficult to stay calm in her replies.

Any time she called the relevant department to ask what was going on, they would stammer and apologise and tell her they were working on it. But then, two days later, nothing had changed. People had started avoiding her whenever she tried to track them down.

She groaned and rolled her fingertips over her forehead. It wasn't even lunchtime yet and she was already ready to hit somebody.

Her phone buzzed and she glanced down at it. How's everything today? Are people finally behaving themselves?

Regina felt a wash of relief at hearing from Emma when she needed her most and tapped out a response. Not exactly, but thank you for asking.

Assholes, Emma replied. Do you want me to pick up some ice cream at the store tonight?

There were many, many upsides to the fact that Emma had moved in with her and Henry six months earlier, but right then, Regina thought that having someone else to go to the grocery store for her might be the best one.

Then she thought of all the other things Emma did for her and she smirked. Actually, no – the grocery shopping didn't even come close.

Four emails appeared in her inbox simultaneously and she gritted her teeth, her rage spiking once more. She pushed her phone away from her without replying, because she knew how snappy she could get when she was in a bad mood and it wasn't fair to take that out on Emma.

Not right then, anyway.

The whole week had been one miserable, stressful day after another, and she'd barely had any time with Emma to help her calm down. When she got home from work, there was always some stupid task that required her attention until bedtime. Emma usually tried to stay up for her, but she'd learned to recognise by then when Regina wasn't in the mood for sex. Most of the time, she knew that she just wanted a hug.

Right then, though, Regina's blood was boiling and her palms were itching for something that only Emma could give her. She thought of Emma coming home that evening with her usual, hopeful smile on her face, and her stomach fluttered as she imagined wiping it off.

God, Emma could beg so beautifully.

She clenched her thighs together under the desk and dialled her secretary.

"I'm leaving at five today," she said, even though she knew there was plenty of work that would ordinarily keep her there until 7 at the earliest. "On the dot. Don't let me stay longer, okay?"

"Okay, no problem," her secretary replied, not calling her Madam Mayor because apparently no one fucking bothered with that anymore.

Well – one person did. Regina's mouth twitched as she admitted that it was probably a good thing that the title had gone out of fashion across the rest of the town.

Emma stood on the porch fumbling with her keys, the pint of cookie dough under her arm already starting to melt. Regina hadn't replied to her text, but she knew that meant she was probably busy and would need the ice cream even more by the time she got home.

Regina's car was in the drive already, which was a rarity these days. Emma had expected to beat her home by at least an hour. Right then, all she could do was hope that Regina hadn't gone and bought a tub herself and was already in the kitchen working her way through it with a soup spoon.

She finally managed to make her way through the needlessly complicated lock system and kicked off her boots. "Regina?"

No reply. Emma peered into the living room, but the lights were off.

"Regina," she repeated, still hearing nothing. The house was totally silent, but Regina's coat was hanging on the hook next to Emma's and her keys were in the bowl. She frowned and headed for the kitchen. It was empty as well.

After putting the ice cream in the freezer and checking the dining room, Emma headed for Regina's office. When she found that deserted as well, she called out, "Henry? Have you seen your mom?"

She started to feel a little worried when that didn't receive a response either, until she remembered the text Henry had sent her that afternoon: Violet invited me to a movie tonight but when I asked Mom if I could go, she bit my head off and told me to ask my irresponsible mother instead.

Emma had just laughed because Regina's bad moods weren't anything unusual, and she'd told him he could go as long as he was back by 11. Now the house was silent, and Emma found herself wandering up the stairs to try and work out where exactly her girlfriend had vanished to.

The bedroom door was closed, so Emma pushed it open. A second later, she stopped in her tracks.

Regina was sitting at the end of the bed, her legs crossed and her eyes on the door. She was still wearing her office clothes – that crisp white shirt that never seemed to get dirty and a black pencil skirt that always dried Emma's mouth out as soon as she laid eyes on it – and she looked like she'd been waiting there for a while.

Emma blinked. "Oh. Hey."

Ignoring her shaky greeting, Regina asked, "Where have you been?"

She had that look on her face – the one that never failed to make Emma's insides turn to water. Her gaze was dark and piercing, like she was accusing Emma of something without actually saying it.

"At work," Emma said, She wanted to take another step into the room, but her legs weren't cooperating. "And then I went to the store. I asked if you—"

"I've been waiting for you," Regina cut her off. There was a twitch at very the corner of her pursed lips.

"I didn't…" Emma said, pulling her phone out to check whether she had any texts waiting for her. "I didn't get any messages."

"I didn't think I needed to send one." Regina's voice was cold, eerily cold, and yet it made Emma feel like she was on fire. "You're not the goddamn president, Emma. It shouldn't be this hard to track you down when I need you."

It was difficult to stifle a groan. Emma recognised that look in Regina's eye – the one where she was mad and tired and everything was irritating her, and only one person in the world could fix it for her. She'd probably been sitting there for the past 30 minutes waiting for Emma to appear, and the longer she'd been left to wait, the more her fury had swelled.

Emma shifted awkwardly to try and subdue the throbbing that had started up between her legs. "I'm sorry."

"Good. You should be," Regina said, leaning back on her hands and releasing a long, steadying breath. "I've had a hard day."

Emma didn't know how to respond to that. Saying "I guessed" would earn her a slap. Instead, she stayed quiet with her fingers twitching by her sides. Regina watched her for a moment longer before she continued, "I need a distraction."

Emma nodded at once. "Okay."

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"No."

"No, what?"

"No, Madam Mayor," Emma hurriedly corrected herself.

Her eyes were already wide and needy, and Regina felt something tighten inside her.

"Good. Then lock the door."

Emma spun and did as she was told at once. When she turned back, Regina was in the same position with the exact same expression on her face.

"Strip."

That word could do a thousand things to Emma's body, and when she was naked a few moments later, she realised she was already struggling to keep herself upright. Her legs felt shaky and a sudden dizziness was threatening to tip her over. She wished Regina was closer so that she could grip onto her.

But then Regina gestured behind her with a jerky nod of her head. Emma knew what that meant. She hurried over to the bed, bypassing Regina entirely, and climbed up onto the mattress.

Once she was facing the headboard and waiting on her knees, she expected Regina to get up and address her. She didn't. The room stayed silent.

Taking a deep breath to try and calm herself down, Emma squeezed her thighs together and waited. The amount of patience that Regina possessed in moments like these could be deeply terrifying – even when it was obvious that she was tightly wound and absolutely desperate for release, she could still wait and wait and wait and not do anything at all until Emma was the one who was shaking and throbbing, not her.

Eventually, Emma heard her stand. There was a delicate swiping sound as she reached down to brush some imaginary lint off her skirt.

"Colour." The word came quickly and quietly from behind her.

Emma braced herself. "Green."

"Good," Regina said. From her position, she could see all the muscles in Emma's back twitching and shifting. Her naked ass looked perfect, and she had to fight through the urge to roughly push Emma forward so she could dig her teeth into it and make her squeal.

She took another breath to slow her thoughts down and began to walk around the bed, circling Emma like a predator.

"Tonight is about me," she said, her gaze glued to Emma's trembling body. "You're here to serve a purpose, and that purpose is to make me feel good. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Madam Mayor."

"I don't care how long it takes you to come," Regina continued, turning and starting to walk round to the other side of the bed. "Or, frankly, if you come at all. I'm not interested in hearing you begging or pleading or bargaining tonight. Instead, you're here for me. You're my fuck toy, and I'm going to use you in any way that pleases me. What colour?"

She snapped the final question, making Emma jump. "Green, Madam Mayor."

"Good," Regina said, stopping at the foot of the bed once more. Emma was twitching nervously, the muscles in her shoulders strained and impatient, and she finally felt herself smile. "How will you feel if I don't let you come all night?"

Emma flinched, but answered, "That's up to you, Madam Mayor."

"That's not what I asked," Regina snapped. "How will you feel?"

Her irritation was already bubbling back up again. No one in that goddamn town listened to her anymore – all respect for her had disappeared when the Charmings had forcibly softened her, and now no one did a word she said. Even Emma – sweet, eager-to-please Emma – wasn't doing as she asked.

But then Emma swallowed and corrected herself. "I'll feel frustrated and angry, but I won't complain. I'm here to do whatever you want."

It was exactly the right answer, and Regina felt a throb of relief between her legs. "Excellent. Good girl."

Emma's shoulders relaxed at the praise, although she wasn't sure why she felt nervous in the first place. No matter what Regina said, or how she was acting, she never made her endure an entire evening without letting her come. It wasn't in her nature. Even when she was in one of these moods where she wanted to use every inch of Emma and make her her own personal sex slave, Emma still came hard enough to leave the insides of her thighs sticky. It was just the threat that maybe this time would be different that made Regina's cold voice feel even more terrifying.

She straightened her spine and waited for Regina to begin. She could feel the air crackling around her.

"You look impatient."

Regina was still standing somewhere behind her, and Emma could only imagine her expression: unimpressed. Unsympathetic. Maybe a little bit excited as she laid out her devious plan to make Emma come and cry and beg.

"Sorry," Emma said awkwardly. "I'm not."

"You're not impatient to get fucked?" Regina demanded at once, her voice sharp. "That makes a change."

Emma shakily exhaled. "No, Madam Mayor."

"What have I told you about lying to me, Miss Swan? You're always impatient to get fucked. You spend your days dreaming about it and your nights trying to get your greedy little hands under my shirt. Your cunt is always begging for it, and we both know it."

Her words were crueller than Emma was used to right off the bat, but they still made her wet. She took a steadying breath. "I'm sorry."

"Am I wrong?"

"I… No," Emma admitted. She hated how right Regina was – even when Emma was going about her day like normal, there was always a tiny part of her mind waiting to come back to this. Whenever she felt stressed or sad or even just tired, she longed to be pinned down by Regina and treated like nothing more than a bunch of holes and a pair of crying eyes who was only good for one thing.

Regina scoffed like she'd heard her. "That's what I thought."

She started walking again, this time going round to the right-hand side of the bed. "Are you aching already?"

"…yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Madam Mayor."

"How long have we been doing this for, Emma?" Regina snapped, deliberately using Emma's own name to remove the faintest shred of respect she handed her whenever she called her Miss Swan. "And yet you still find yourself totally unable to do what I ask?"

"I'm sorry, Madam Mayor," Emma replied, her voice a cracked whisper.

"You're not. You're never sorry. Your pussy is throbbing and it's all you can think about."

"That's not—"

"Don't you dare interrupt me," Regina hissed, longing to reach out and smack Emma hard enough to turn her skin purple. "Shut your fucking mouth unless I ask you a question."

Emma's head fell forward, and she nodded with tears in her eyes.

Regina stepped up to the very edge of the bed and grabbed Emma's hair, yanking her head to the side so she could see her. Her green eyes were wide and watery and already apologising, and her teeth were digging into her lip to try and keep herself quiet.

Regina, meanwhile, was looking down at her with a cruel sneer on her face that made Emma want to shrink back. The hand that wasn't fisted in her hair crept up and held her beneath her jaw, stopping her from wriggling away.

"Are you going to behave for me?" she asked quietly. Emma nodded at once, but didn't vocalise her answer. That, too, was wrong.

"I asked you a question," Regina snapped, her grip shifting and shoving Emma abruptly forward. She shrieked as her face was forced down against the sheets. "What were your instructions?"

"To…" Emma started, pausing to catch her breath. "To shut up unless you ask me a question."

"Which means," Regina said, leaning right down to Emma's level so she could mutter the words into her ear, "that when I do ask you a question, I except a goddamn answer."

She was being unfair. She knew it. Emma was trying to appease her, and usually silence was the best way of doing that. But Regina was looking for a fight, and right at that second, Emma's devoted submission was merely annoying to her.

Although, she had to admit, if Emma had struggled and complained, that would have been even worse.

Still keeping her mouth pressed against Emma's hot little ear, she asked, "Colour?"

She felt Emma inhale greedily. "Green."

"I'm not going to make this easy."

"I know," Emma said. "Green."

Regina let her thumb graze tenderly over the back of Emma's head before she said, "Good. Well done." A second later she was straightening up, switching hands so that her left one was free to spank Emma hard across the ass as the right pinned her face to the sheets.

Emma shrieked at once, her spine arching to push her backside higher in the air. Regina ignored the noise and smacked her again, loving the sting in her palm and the way Emma's skin quickly turned pink. She spanked her slightly harder, then demanded, "Colour?"

She heard and ignored Emma's slight groan of frustration at the question. "Green."

Regina immediately slapped her harder, not holding back anymore, and went warm all over when Emma choked on her own scream.

She didn't bother berating her or insulting her, because she knew Emma was already right there with her: her ass was thrust high in the air, begging Regina to hit it harder, and her hands were aimlessly clawing at the sheets beneath her body. She wasn't crying yet, but she would be soon. Regina could always rely on her needy little girl to burst into tears just when she wanted her to.

She smacked her again, the pain searing through her palm, then abruptly shoved Emma's hip so she fell down to the bed in a heap. Without a word, Regina turned and walked away, leaving Emma curled up on her side wondering what would happen if she pushed herself up onto one elbow to see what was going on.

She decided against it, because the fury in Regina's eyes was already slightly terrifying and she didn't want to provoke her any more than she already had. She stayed where she was, her nose fizzing and her ass stinging, as Regina rummaged around in the closet on the other side of the room.

When she returned, she dumped an armful of objects at the foot of the bed and then walked round to the left side of the mattress without a word. When she sat down, she was behind Emma's turned back. Emma tensed automatically, waiting to be spanked again or yelled at for facing the wrong way, but instead they simply sat in silence for a few moments. She could feel the heat radiating from Regina's body and she longed to wriggle closer to it.

It came as a shock when Regina suddenly turned and grabbed Emma's hair once more, tugging her head back so she was staring up at her with teary eyes.

"Get up."

Emma scrabbled to do as she was told, deliberately not looking at the pile of toys at the other end of the bed because she knew Regina would punish her as soon as her gaze strayed. She struggled up onto her hands and knees with a fist still gripping her hair, then slowly crawled closer. The second she was beside Regina, she felt herself being tugged forward.

She squealed, thinking she was about to be thrown off the edge of the bed, but instead Regina pulled her over her lap. When she had her in place, she reached over and grabbed one of the objects she'd brought with her.

She was eerily calm as she wrapped the rope around Emma's wrists, tying them together at the small of her back. Emma tried not to wriggle, but the scratch of the material and the warmth from Regina's lap were making her dizzy. She whimpered and buried her face in the sheets, waiting to be spanked again for making a noise, and was left feeling even more confused when the punishment never came.

Regina could feel her trembling uncertainly, and it was filling her with a wash of calm that she'd desperately needed all week. She adored Emma when she was like this – trying to stay still, trying to be good, trying to be exactly what Regina needed even when she was making it impossible for her to know what that was. The skin on her ass was pink and glowing from Regina's ferocious slaps, and the muscles in her back were twitching as she tried so very hard to lie still.

Regina rarely forgot how much she loved her, but when she was lying like that, the realisation flooded over her like lava.

"Show me your signals," Regina said, because she knew that when Emma got really scared of her, she didn't want to blurt out a colour and ruin the flow. Giving her non-verbal cues worked just as well, and when her hands were tied behind her back like this, they were the perfect way of letting Regina know she wanted to slow down without having to say it.

Emma held out one, then two, then three fingers. Green, orange and red.

"Good," Regina said. She finished tying her wrists and then lifted Emma's head and turned it away, so she was facing the wall opposite them and couldn't see what Regina was doing behind her. When she was in the right position, Regina reached across the bed once more and grabbed what she needed.

She made Emma wait a long time before she touched her again.

The second she did, Emma started trying to wriggle away. Regina's finger was slick with something cold and it was swirling leisurely around her asshole. The shock of it made Emma's stomach drop, and without thinking about what she was doing, she bucked up to try and get Regina off of her.

Regina ignored her, which only made Emma wriggle harder. They'd done this before – not very often, because Emma still found it scary at the best of times, but enough that she should know what to expect. Emma could feel Regina's spare hand pinning her shoulders down against the bed and fear twisted inside her once more, wondering whether Regina was in a bad enough mood to start fucking her without any preamble whatsoever. It was a stupid thing to worry about, and yet it was lodged in her head and she couldn't shake it free.

"Colour."

The word from somewhere above her head relaxed her ever so slightly. She held up one finger.

Regina saw how tremulously she moved, and it thrilled her and disappointed her in equal measure.

She added more lube to her hand and continued with what she was doing, smearing it round Emma's asshole and occasionally dipping the tip of her finger inside. Every time she did, she heard Emma's sharp intake of breath. It was a noise of excitement and fear and anticipation all rolled into one, and it was Regina's favourite. She pushed her finger in slightly further, sighing happily as Emma bucked up against it.

"No," Emma murmured, burying her face in the sheets. "Please don't."

"No?" Regina asked, watching her fingers carefully. They'd curled back into fists, which meant she wasn't signalling for anything. "You don't want me going near your pretty little asshole?"

Emma shook her head. Regina pulled free and, when Emma instantly mewled with disappointment, pushed her finger back in again. "Right. I thought so."

"I don't…" Emma gasped, wriggling against her lap. The familiar discomfort was twisting round like a double helix with her building arousal, but she still felt the need to resist. Resisting meant Regina would push her further, and Regina pushing her further only ever meant great things. "I don't want this."

Regina snorted lightly, grabbing the bottle of lube and drizzling it liberally over Emma's ass. She pushed in deeper, taking her index finger down to the second knuckle, and laughed when Emma moaned.

When her other hand snuck beneath Emma's body and sought out her clit, she thought it might be enough to make Emma cry.

"You're pretty soaked for someone who doesn't want it," Regina commented, her voice cold and unimpressed. "Have you been lying to me again?"

"No," Emma gasped, grinding her hips down against Regina's hand. Regina pulled her finger free and spanked her hard, then thrust back in just as Emma was gasping from the shock.

"Shut up," she hissed. Emma wasn't fighting her as badly anymore, and the sensation of her body slowly becoming accustomed to her was one that always made Regina go hot all over. She smirked and began moving her finger slowly in and out. "I know you secretly love this."

Emma's entire body felt like it was on fire, but she still insisted, "I don't."

"You do. Your greedy little ass is begging for it," Regina replied, pulling both her hands free and coating a second finger in lube. "Look, it's already grasping around nothing, wishing I'd come back for it."

Emma heard the squeeze of the bottle from behind her and sobbed, grinding down on Regina's thigh now that her hand was gone.

"I know, I know," Regina said coolly, dropping the bottle and placing two slick fingers flat on Emma's asshole. "You're desperate. Say it."

Emma shook her head. "No."

"Say it," Regina repeated, slipping her other hand back beneath Emma's hips so she could cup it over her pussy. It was soaked and fluttering against her hand, and Regina had to resist the urge to squeeze harder. "Tell me how badly you want to be used by me, and maybe I'll do it."

She received another headshake in response, but this time Emma didn't offer a feebly voiced protest. Her hips were writhing around, torn between wanting to grind down against Regina's left hand or buck up against her right one, and her fists were still fiercely clenched against the small of her back.

Regina pushed the tip of one finger back inside and repeated, "Tell me."

Emma still didn't reply, which meant she needed encouragement. Regina was all too happy to give her that.

"I know what you're thinking," she said softly, pulling her finger out and swirling it round and round, keeping her movements slow. "You're wishing I'd leave you alone, but you also don't want me to. You like how it feels to be filled up in all your holes, because it makes you feel wanted and useful. You're the best kind of fuck toy, Emma, because you'll take and take and take from me until you can't take anymore. And then, just when we both think you're done, you'll beg for more. You'll plead and you'll cry until you're so filled up by me that you can't think of anything else. You hate yourself for that, don't you? You hate how good it feels to have my fingers in your ass and my cock in your pussy."

Emma moaned out loud, her shoulders bunching up as she fought against the waves of arousal that were surging through her. The fingers beneath her pussy were totally still and she could feel her clit throbbing against them.

"Please," she murmured, grinding down. Instantly, Regina slid a finger back inside her ass.

"You see?" she said lightly. "All you have to do is ask. Now tell me what I want to hear."

"I don't…"

"Miss Swan," Regina said warningly, keeping her finger still inside Emma so she could feel her relaxing and then clenching around it. "Open your fucking mouth and tell me."

It was a command that Emma couldn't possibly ignore. She swallowed and squeezed her eyes shut. "I… I like it when you use me like this."

"Good girl," Regina replied, rewarding her by slipping her finger in further. Emma wasn't resisting anymore, and with the amount of lube that was slicked over and inside her, Regina was able to slide in deep. "Do you like being filled up this way?"

Emma nodded. "Yes, Madam Mayor."

"I knew it," Regina sighed like she was disappointed. "I can see you bucking back against me, trying to take it deeper. Do you need more?"

It was terrifying, but Emma nodded again. She had no idea how far Regina was going to go with this, and she wasn't sure she cared.

"Such a wriggly little slut," Regina said, her voice gentle and at odds with the word she knew Emma hated to love. "So eager to be filled and taken and used however I want."

She pulled her finger free and added the second one. Only pushing them in as far as her first knuckle, she cupped her left hand harder against Emma's pussy and listened to the way she moaned into the sheets.

"Is that enough to satisfy you?" she asked. Emma's hips were wriggling again. "Or does my little cunt need more?"

Emma let out a noise that was half a gasp and half a whine. "More."

"More what? Use your words."

"More… Oh, fuck," Emma groaned, squeezing her eyes shut. She could feel her entire body starting to shake. "Can I come, please?"

"No," Regina said coolly. "Now, continue."

Releasing a whimper, Emma forced away her slowly creeping orgasm and said, "Madam Mayor, please. I need more."

"More what?"

"More… of you in my ass. Please."

"You want me to fuck your ass?"

"Yes."

"I need to hear you say it, Miss Swan. Don't pretend you're shy when I can feel your filthy cunt grinding down against my fingers."

"God," Emma choked out. The two fingers in her ass had long stopped being uncomfortable and instead were just exasperating. "Please, Madam Mayor. I need you to fuck my ass."

Regina instantly cooed with false pride, sliding her slick fingers in deeper. The moan of gratitude she received nearly killed her.

"Such a good girl – so ready for my fingers."

When Emma didn't respond, Regina pulled them free and spanked her hard. "Aren't you going to say thank you?"

"Yes, yes," Emma blurted out, tears springing up in her eyes when two slippery fingers entered her again. "Thank you, Madam Mayor."

"Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for fucking my ass."

"And what else?"

Emma could barely think with the way that Regina's fingers were probing inside her, corkscrewing and then slowly dragging out again. Beneath her hips, her other hand was moving torturously slowly over her clit, sending sparks of pleasure all the way down her twitching legs.

"And…" she tried, her voice cracking. Regina's fingers slid back in again, barely facing any resistance as Emma's body grew more and more accustomed to them. "And for using me as your fuck toy."

"That's right," Regina agreed, pushing in again. "And you're taking it so well. It's like you were made for this, isn't it?"

"Yes," Emma choked out, lifting her hips higher.

"You were made to be ruined by my fingers," Regina continued, rubbing Emma's clit slightly harder. "And you know what? I'm feeling much better. You're doing such a good job of letting me work out my frustration."

"Thank you, Madam Mayor," Emma replied, then quickly pleaded, "Please, can I come?"

Regina didn't even pretend to consider it. "No."

She suddenly pulled both hands free, leaving Emma sprawled across her lap with tears in her eyes. Her body was throbbing and both her ass and pussy felt painfully empty. Forcing herself not to cry out and earn herself another spanking, she buried her face in the sheets and whined to herself, wondering if she could make herself come if she kept grinding against Regina's thigh – the punishment would be horrific, but it might just be worth it.

But then she heard the lube bottle squeezing again, and she went still. A second later, something new was pushing against her slick skin.

She groaned loudly enough to make her throat feel raw as the plug was eased into her ass. She knew this one – she could remember the feel of it. It was Regina's favourite: heavy silver with a dark red gem at the end. Emma had to squeeze desperately around it to keep it inside her.

"How's that?" Regina asked, rubbing her sticky hand over Emma's ass cheek. The pinkness was starting to fade, which was upsetting, but she'd see to that soon enough.

"It's fine," Emma said, breathing hard through her teeth. It didn't hurt, but the stretch was making her ache from the inside out.

"Just fine?"

"It's good. Thank you," Emma quickly added. She was lying – it was torture. Her pussy felt hot and swollen, and she was so desperate to come that she was considering calling off this whole game just so she could go rub one out in the bathroom. Her entire body was trembling and frazzled, and Regina's soothing hand on her ass wasn't helping at all.

It was made even worse when Regina said, "Get up."

Emma choked out a laugh. That would be impossible.

When Emma didn't move after a few seconds, Regina reached down and helped her. It took a few tries because Emma's thighs were shaking and her breathing was coming fast enough to make her feel lightheaded, but eventually she was upright, her chest flushed red and her hands still tied behind her.

The plug was tugging at her, and she tipped back her head and sighed.

Regina smirked up at her, feeling a hundred times better than she had when she'd first sat down. "Colour?"

Emma took a deep breath and forced herself to say, "Green."

"Good. Then I need you to do something for me."

"Anything," Emma gasped, her eyes fluttering closed. She assumed she'd be asked to eat Regina's pussy, and she could handle that – it might even distract her from the agonising ache between her own legs.

Instead, Regina asked, "Where did you leave your panties?"

Emma tilted her head forward again and frowned down at her. "By the door."

"Excellent. Go and get them."

A jolt of uncertainty hit Emma in the stomach. "Go and…?"

"It was a clear instruction, Miss Swan. Go and get your panties for me."

Emma glanced over at the door, where her clothes were still lying in a pile. The ropes around her wrists suddenly felt too tight. "Can I walk?"

Regina shrugged like she couldn't give less of a damn. "Whatever you prefer."

She leaned back on her hands and waited. The disinterest in her voice made Emma's pussy throb all over again.

She took a breath and started walking across the room, the plug dragging her back with every step. By the time she arrived at the pile of discarded clothes, she felt like her pussy was about to drop out all together.

Looking down at the white cotton thong that was lying in a heap on the floor, she realised what her problem was. She also realised why Regina hadn't cared how she got over there.

Regina watched her consider it, her tied hands twitching behind her back. A second later, Emma turned to look at her once more. Her eyes were huge and pleading.

Staring coldly back at her, Regina asked, "Do I like to be kept waiting?"

With a groan, Emma looked back down at the floor and resigned herself to the most fucking humiliating thing she'd ever done.

She awkwardly got down on one knee, ignoring the pull of the plug inside her before she collapsed onto the other. The position was awkward and embarrassing and was doing absolutely nothing to stop that sick spark of perverse pleasure from lighting up in her belly. She heard Regina's scoff of laughter from behind her, and another slick handful of wetness came leaking out from between her legs.

Taking a breath, Emma bent toward the ground and caught the panties between her teeth. When she straightened up and looked round, Regina was watching her a smug smile on her face.

"Bring them to me."

Emma tried to get back to her feet – she really did. But her terrible balance combined with her tied hands and shaking legs and throbbing, seeping pussy rendered it completely impossible. When Regina laughed at her pathetic efforts, she thought she might cry.

"Hurry up," Regina snapped at her, and a pang of panic shot through Emma's chest. If she took too long, she'd be punished. If she was punished, she wouldn't be coming for a very long time.

Emma swallowed down the rest of her pride and shuffled forward on her knees, the panties dangling from her mouth. Regina's sick, satisfied smile almost made the humiliation worth it.

She finally arrived at her feet and breathed a sigh of relief. Regina reached out and took the underwear from her.

"Good girl," she said, dropping them beside her on the bed. Then she reached out for Emma's elbow. "Get up."

Emma shakily did as she was told, leaning most of her weight on Regina as she struggled to her feet. Once she was upright, she waited patiently.

Regina grabbed the panties again and bent down, guiding them toward Emma's feet. "Step in, Miss Swan."

Emma was deeply confused, but she did as she was told. Once Regina had got them around her ankles, she began pulling them up.

When she left them around her mid-thigh, Emma became even more confused.

Regina looked up and flashed her her most devious smile. Then, without a word, she reached behind her and picked up another object.

Emma tried to take a step back when she saw what it was. "No."

She wasn't at all surprised when Regina grabbed her by the hip and tugged her back toward her. "Don't you dare walk away from me. Stand still."

Bubbling over with nerves and terror, Emma returned to her original spot and braced herself. Regina was looking down at the bullet vibrator like it was a weapon.

"I wonder if you'll need lube to put this inside?" she mused, though they both knew the answer. The skin between Emma's legs was glistening.

She reached between them with two fingers and glossed them over Emma's slick flesh. "Mm. Seems not."

Before Emma could protest, Regina switched the bullet on to its lowest setting and thrust it inside Emma's pussy. Emma groaned at once – the vibrations were agonisingly slow, nowhere near enough to tip her over the edge but just enough to drive her crazy. As soon as it was inside her, Regina yanked her panties up to where they should be.

"We wouldn't want it slipping out, would we?" she asked, a cruel smile on her face. Emma's jaw was wobbling when she shook her head.

The lack of response was disappointing, but not altogether surprising. Regina could only imagine how unbearable that combination of heavy plug and barely vibrating bullet must be – she wasn't at all shocked to see that there were already tears in Emma's eyes as she stared down at her.

Too bad, she thought to herself, nodding to the floor. Emma shakily returned to her previous position, her hands bound and twitching behind her.

And then Regina got up, striding over to the other side of the room and leaving Emma fidgeting on her knees. She began to unbutton her shirt, taking her sweet time about it, while trying to ignore the desperate fluttering in her pussy. Behind her, she could just about hear the gentle vibrations coming from Emma's panties. It made her clench and ache, imagining how soaked she must already be. Emma's little cunt would be clinging onto that bullet for all it was worth, trying to coax some actual pleasure out of it, and as she did so, her ass would tighten around the plug. She was being overwhelmed from all sides and with absolutely no way of lessening the pressure, and Regina wouldn't have been surprised if she heard a tremulous voice call out 'red'.

She didn't, though. When Regina was finally naked and all her clothes were neatly folded on the nearest chair, she turned to find Emma watching her with eyes that were teary but determined. Regina smirked and disappeared into the bathroom, washing her hands before she finally deigned to walk back toward the bed.

The second she sat down on the edge of the mattress, she could see how rapidly Emma was breathing. Her cheeks were pink from frustration.

"I would ask how you're doing," Regina said, leaning forward and hooking a finger under her chin. "But actually, I don't care. Do you know why?"

Emma swallowed. "Because I'm just a fuck toy."

"Very good, Emma," Regina said brightly, cupping her face. "That's exactly right – you're nothing to me but a mouth that's about to make me come, and I don't care how on edge you are. I don't care that your pussy is aching to be touched. It is, isn't it?"

Emma nodded sharply. It only made Regina love her more.

"I know," she said softly, sitting back again. "Let's hope that you can project some of that frustration into doing something useful for once."

Before Emma could bite out a response, Regina had grabbed the back of her head and forced it roughly between her legs. Emma groaned at the sudden taste of her, and then she was lapping furiously at Regina's clit, half hoping to punish her for torturing her like this and half hoping that if she made her come quickly then she'd be allowed a release too.

It was impossible to focus, though – her body was aching and squeezing, and she couldn't catch her breath as she attacked Regina's cunt with her mouth. Regina was holding her in place, her head tipping back with pleasure and her legs spread wide, and the fact that she looked so relaxed was fucking maddening.

Emma realised all of a sudden that the vibrations in her cunt were guiding her toward something she wasn't supposed to be feeling, and she gasped. She yanked her face away from Regina's clit, surprising herself by how desperate she sounded when she begged, "Madam Mayor, please let me come."

Regina sighed, tilting her head forward again. She found Emma staring up at her with wetness smeared all over her mouth and chin and tears swimming on the surface of her eyes.

"You want to come?" she asked.

"Please. Please."

Regina thought about it, then smirked. "Fine. Try."

Having permission made Emma's body go loose and then hard, and she waited for her climax to finally wash over her. She wriggled. She panted. She clenched harder, even though both her pussy and ass were starting to ache.

Nothing.

She let out a shriek of annoyance and finally burst into tears. At once, Regina's hand was on her face, wiping them away.

"None of that," she said, grabbing Emma by her hair once more. "Get back to what you're supposed to be doing."

It nearly killed her, but Emma buried her face back between Regina's legs and carried on licking. Tears were still dribbling down her cheeks and they were mingling with Regina's come, making her pussy taste salty and desperate. She moaned and clenched again, feeling like her body was trying to come apart from the inside out. The dull, ticklish vibrations inside her pussy made the tears come faster, and before she could stop herself, she was whining out loud.

Sudden pressure on the back of her head yanked her free of Regina's clit, and the next thing Emma knew, Regina was bent low and furiously pressing her nose against Emma's.

"What?" she snapped, her eyes flashing. Emma swallowed and shook her head. "No – clearly you have something to say. What is it?"

The sheer fury in Regina's face made all of Emma's brattiness vanish again, and she shook her head once more. "Nothing."

Regina's spare hand slapped her quickly across one wet cheek, then grabbed her by her jaw so she couldn't shake her head anymore.

"Don't 'nothing' me," she hissed, watching Emma's gaze flicking worriedly all over her face. "And don't whine and bitch when you're supposed to be pleasing me. What are you?"

Emma's voice was small and apologetic. "Your fuck toy."

"And do I care if you come?"

"No, Madam Mayor."

"You're damn right I don't," Regina said, her voice almost a growl. "If I hear another noise of complaint from you, I'm going to make you regret the day you were born. Do you understand me?"

Without question, Emma believed her. Over the past half hour Regina had seemed like she was relaxing slightly, but that was all ruined now – she looked furious, and she looked like she wouldn't hesitate in tying Emma to the bed and leaving her there if she stepped out of line again.

Thick, cold fear settled in Emma's belly. "Yes, Madam Mayor."

"Good. Now do as you're fucking told."

Before Emma could move by herself, Regina's fist tightened in her hair and she found herself being pushed back between her thighs. This time, though, Emma barely had time to open her mouth before Regina was grinding hard against it, her hips moving furiously and both her hands holding Emma in place.

"Stick out your tongue," she snapped. Emma hurried to comply. "Good. Stay like that."

Emma looked up at her through watery eyes, but Regina wasn't paying attention. One arm had dropped behind her to hold her up, and her head had tilted back so she could focus on the pleasure rushing through her as she frantically fucked Emma's face.

All Emma could do was hold herself still and try not to let herself fall apart again, because the sensations hitting her body from all sides were enough to make her weep. Regina had never been this out of control before, and it was the best thing that Emma had ever seen. She was gasping and grunting as she rolled her cunt over Emma's lips and tongue, and Emma knew she was close to coming from the pinch of nails against her scalp alone.

She edged forward on her knees so she could push her tongue harder against Regina's clit, and just like that, Regina was moaning her pleasure like she was thanking her. She bucked up again, grinding down harder, and gasped out in a voice that was so utterly unlike the one Emma normally heard, "Emma – fuck. I'm—"

A second later, she was collapsed back on the bed, both her hands in Emma's hair as she rode her orgasm down to the very last drop. Her pussy was soaked and swollen against Emma's mouth, and Emma couldn't help but smile as she continued to lap and suck at it until she was finally pushed away.

Regina didn't move for a while. Emma waited patiently, ignoring the fact that her knees were starting to hurt and that her pussy was so wet it felt like it was overflowing. She'd mostly been able to forget about the buzzing inside her while she'd been focused on Regina, but now she was left waiting, and the sensation was back to torment her. The plug in her ass felt heavier and harder than ever.

She shifted awkwardly and stifled a moan. Her thighs were sticking together.

Eventually, a breathless voice from above her said, "What colour, Emma?"

"Green," Emma replied at once. "But only if you are too."

Emma couldn't see it from the floor, but Regina grinned at that. She could hear the shake in her little girl's voice and, even if she hadn't been ready to continue, it would have been enough to drag her there.

She schooled her features back into the expression that she knew terrified Emma so perfectly, and she forced herself upright once more. Emma blinked at the unexpected coldness on her face.

"What did you just do?" Regina asked.

"I…" Emma started, swallowing. "I don't know."

"Look," Regina snapped, guiding her hand between her own spread thigh. Her fingers came back glistening and sticky. "Do you see this?"

"Yes, Madam Mayor."

"Did I tell you that I wanted to make such a mess?"

"No. I—" Emma started to defend herself, then realised she couldn't win this one. "I'm sorry."

"You should be," Regina said, grabbing Emma's jaw with her spare hand and forcing her mouth open. Pushing her soaked fingers between Emma's lips, Regina watched with cold curiosity as she sucked on them. "You made me lose control, Emma."

Even with three fingers in her mouth, Emma tried to apologise. "I'm—"

"Shut up," Regina interrupted, slapping her lightly across one cheek before yanking her fingers free. "Get up. Now."

Still gasping for air, Emma struggled to her feet. The butt plug tugged as she moved.

Regina stood and moved behind her, quickly undoing the ropes around her wrists before shoving her toward the bed. "Get on your hands and knees."

Emma scrabbled to do as she was told. She faced the top of the bed, her head hanging forward so she could shield her pink cheeks from view with her own messy curls.

Regina didn't like that.

"I don't think so," she said, climbing up beside her and scooping her hair up with both hands. She began twisting and weaving, tucking all the stray, damp strands around Emma's face into a messy French braid that cascaded down between her shoulder blades. As she tied it off, she commented lightly, "It's nice to see your pretty face, isn't it?"

"Yes, Madam Mayor."

"It's also nice to have something to pull you around with," she added, shoving Emma's head forward again before she moved behind her. As soon as she was kneeling between her feet, she sighed.

She could see the edges of the plug sticking out from either side of Emma's thong. Better than that, though, was the patch of wet fabric just below it. Emma's cunt had soaked through, turning the white material dark, and even then Regina could see her pussy fluttering as she struggled to contain herself.

Regina took a steadying breath and placed a hand on the small of Emma's back. "Can I let you in on a little secret, Miss Swan?"

"Yes, Madam Mayor."

Plucking at the waist of Emma's underwear, Regina said, "I have a soft spot for these."

"...panties?"

"White cotton panties," Regina clarified, her pussy clenching even as she looked down at them. "They make you look very corruptible."

Emma's whine of pleasure made Regina want to come all over again. "They do?"

"Very much so," Regina mused, her hand sliding down and glossing over Emma's exposed ass. A second later, she slapped it sharply, letting Emma's cry of shock reverberate through her. "When I see you in white underwear, I want to pin you down and make you beg like a little virgin who's never had an orgasm in her life."

Emma rocked back on her knees, ignoring the pull of the plug, and waited for Regina to spank her again. When she did, the pain made her clench unexpectedly.

"Shit," she blurted out, the metal bulb making her ache. She wriggled to try and make it go away.

Regina spotted the movement at once and smacked her again, then again, watching with hungry eyes as the outline of her handprint blossomed on Emma's ass. By the 10th slap, Emma was groaning and dipping her head forward, trying to stop sharp tears from springing up in her eyes. The bullet was still buzzing incessantly inside her, and she felt like she'd been dangling at the edge of her orgasm for hours. When Regina spanked her again and her pussy clamped desperately around the vibrator in response, she burst into tears.

"Madam Mayor," she pleaded, still rocking back. "Please. Please. I need to."

"I already told you that you could if you tried," Regina said coolly, spanking her again.

"But it's impossible."

"Then you're not trying hard enough."

Emma lifted a hand and scrubbed it over her face. "Please."

She didn't specify what she was asking for, but Regina loved the sound of her begging so much that she didn't care. She slapped her again, harder this time, and smirked at her garble of pain.

"I think these need to come off, now," Regina said, curling her fingers around the waistband of Emma's panties. "What a pity."

Emma lifted herself off her knees to help Regina peel them off. The second they were gone, the vibrator threatened to slip out of her entirely.

A sudden, sharp slap against her pussy made her yelp.

"Drop it."

Sweating with relief, Emma relaxed her muscles and let the bullet slide free. When it dropped into Regina's hand, it had a thick coating of pearly wetness on it.

"Emma," Regina scolded. "You've made such a mess."

But before Emma could apologise for it, she felt two fingers being thrust angrily inside her. She howled, her face falling down onto the rumpled sheets. "Oh, God – thank you."

"I don't think you've ever been this wet before," Regina said, her voice cool and expressionless even though her own pussy was aching from the feel of it. Her fingers slid inside with absolutely no resistance, and when she pushed in a third, she felt Emma's pussy stretch to welcome it.

"Thank you," Emma repeated. It was all she could say. She was gasping and grabbing at the sheets, feeling the sudden pleasure surging through her as she rocked back against Regina's hand. But even then, it wasn't enough. Her ass was still full and she wanted the same kind of aching, burning stretch in her pussy.

As if she'd heard her, Regina laughed. "You're so greedy. Your cunt is clinging to me. Can you hear it?"

The wet, squelching sounds were filling the room like water, and Emma felt dizzy enough to drown in them. "Yes, Madam Mayor."

"Do you think you can take another finger?"

"Please, Madam Mayor," Emma gasped, feeling the sweat trickling down her back. Regina grabbed the bottle of lube, even though both of them knew it wasn't needed, and slicked it over her hand before she slid her pinkie finger inside.

"Fuck," she groaned, watching four of her fingers disappear inside Emma's grasping pussy. "Tell me what it feels like."

"So good. So good."

Regina spanked her again and demanded, "I need more detail than that. Don't be coy, or I'll take a finger away."

The threat was enough to make Emma choke. "It feels amazing. It feels like you're filling me up, and I love it."

"Do you like being used in both your holes, Emma?"

"Yes, yes – I do."

"Would you let me put four fingers in your ass like this?"

"Probably," Emma gasped. Regina spanked her again for her lack of respect, but then twisted her hand to reward her for her honesty.

She could feel the metal plug bumping against her knuckles as she moved, and as much as it pained her to do so, she realised she needed it gone for this.

"Relax slightly," Regina said, waiting for Emma to stop wriggling before she eased the toy out of her. "We'll be coming back to that later. Colour?"

"Green," Emma blurted out. She rocked back again, thrusting herself deeper on Regina's fingers. As she did so, her pussy spread and took Regina all the way down to the crook of her thumb.

Regina moaned to herself, feeling wetness trickling down her own thigh, before forcing on her most conversational voice.

"Do you realise how close you are to taking my entire fist right now, Miss Swan?"

Emma was gasping and shaking. When she nodded with a wild thrash of her head, it wasn't good enough.

"Answer the question," Regina snapped, letting her hand fall still. In that position, with four fingers being swallowed up by Emma's pussy and her palm facing down, she could press her thumb menacingly over her clit.

Emma howled at the new sensation and cried out, "I know. I can feel it."

"Do you like it? Being so full?"

"Yes, Madam Mayor," Emma said, still rocking back even though there was nowhere else for her to go. "I love it, I love it."

"Such a good girl," Regina purred, twitching her thumb so she could watch Emma tremble. When she fell silent but still didn't resume her movements, Emma sobbed. "You know what I'm waiting for, Emma."

"I… I don't."

"Yes, you do. Don't lie to me," Regina said, her pussy tightening at the thought of what Emma might be about to let her do. "If you want it, you need to ask me for it."

Emma swallowed, trying to get herself under control. Her face was pink and wet and mottled.

"…what if you say no?"

"If you ask nicely, I won't."

"But we're… we're here for you."

"We are," Regina agreed, pleased that Emma remembered her place even now. "But doing this will be a lovely way for me to work out the rest of my bad mood. You'd be doing me a favour."

Emma nodded more to herself than to Regina. She rocked back again, her pussy spreading further and practically begging to be taken, but Regina still didn't move.

Finally, Emma groaned into the sheets and begged, "Please, Madam Mayor."

"Please what?"

"Please… put your fist inside me."

"Hmm," Regina said, grazing her thumb over Emma's clit once more. "Are you sure you can take it?"

"I'm sure."

"And will that finally be enough to satisfy this greedy little cunt?"

Emma sobbed again, because the honest truth was that she wasn't sure it would be. She'd never felt so wild or desperate before, and if Regina had presented her with a monster dildo the thickness of her entire arm, she would have begged for that inside her too.

"I think so," she said, her voice wobbly. "Please, Madam Mayor. I need you to fuck me with your fist."

The words lit a fire in Regina's stomach, and she acted like she was considering it. Her thumb was still lazily swiping at Emma's clit, drawing out every drop of wetness she could get from her before she finally pretended to cave.

Just when she thought Emma might scream, she let out an aggrieved sigh.

"Fine," she said, sounding bored. She grabbed the lube and squeezed as much as she could get out onto her hand. "If you're really that desperate for it."

Emma didn't say another word in case it was the wrong one and it made Regina back off again. She just waited, the side of her face pressed against the sheets and her eyes wide.

The sudden new stretch that came from Regina's thumb joining her other fingers made her wail.

"Colour, Emma," Regina said at once.

"Green," Emma moaned. "Oh, God – so green."

With a smirk, Regina eased her hand inside as slowly as it would go. Emma's walls were slippery and yielding and Regina could see how ready she was, but she still didn't want to rush this. She paused before she worked in the bump of her bent thumb, and the second it was inside, she repeated her question. "What colour?"

"Fucking green," Emma snapped, earning her a fierce slap to the ass.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

"Then stop being a brat," Regina said, spanking her again for good measure. Emma automatically clenched around Regina's fist before slowly loosening. In that moment, Regina slid deeper.

"It fits so perfectly," she murmured, watching her hand disappear inch by inch. Emma was breathing hard, her hips wriggling to try and adjust to the new sensation. "I do love this needy pussy of yours, you know."

That earned her a teary bark of laughter. "Thank you."

"Are you still on green?"

"Yes, Madam Mayor," Emma said, closing her eyes. "Just please don't tell me I'm not allowed to come."

"I wouldn't," Regina said softly, stroking her spare hand lovingly over Emma's pink ass. "I'm nearly at my wrist, you know."

That got her exactly the reaction she was hoping for: Emma tugged the sheets toward her face and moaned into them, her spine arching further. "Fuck."

"Tell me how it feels."

"It feels like I could die right now and I'd be the happiest I've ever been."

Regina laughed, slipping in another centimetre. "Typical Emma. Willing to die with a fist in her cunt."

That harsh words made Emma moan, and suddenly she was gasping, "Madam Mayor – I think I'm close."

"I don't doubt it," Regina replied. Her entire fist had disappeared now, but she drizzled some more lube onto her wrist just in case. "Is this what you've been dreaming of all along? Having someone's entire hand inside you, fucking you into submission?"

Emma sobbed again, but Regina could see the relieved smile on her face. "Yes, Madam Mayor."

"You really will do absolutely anything I ask of you, won't you? So desperate to please," Regina said, finally starting to pull out again. Her mouth dried out entirely as she watched Emma's pussy stretching around her. "I wonder what else I could talk you into. I wonder how long it'll take before you let me put this in your ass instead."

Emma moaned, unable to formulate a response.

"You'd pretend you didn't like it," Regina continued, pulling out at far as her knuckles before easing back in again. "You always do. But I know you, and I know your desperate little body. It'll take anything I give it, won't it?"

Emma just nodded, breathing hard, rocking forward on her knees as Regina's fist slipped back into her.

"You'll thank me for it too," Regina said, her own breathing getting faster. "Oh, you'll cry and you'll beg me to stop, but I'll see the desperation in your eyes. Your greedy body will cling onto me and refuse to let go as I pummel you into the bed sheets."

"Yes," Emma choked out. Regina's hand was moving slightly faster now, picking up a leisurely pace that allowed her knuckles to graze over every single nerve inside her. She was so close, so fucking nearly there, that she could have screamed. She wriggled again, swaying backward so she could take Regina just a millimetre deeper, and cried out as the new sensations pounded her from all sides.

"Rub your clit for me, princess," Regina said, unwilling to take her steadying left hand off Emma's hip. Emma choked at the nickname, slipping her hand gratefully beneath her body.

The second she felt how stretched her pussy was – how soaked and swollen her clit was – she howled with pleasure. Her orgasm hit her with no warning, and she cried out into the sheets like someone was torturing her.

"That's it," Regina cooed from behind her, continuing to drive in and out of her because she knew one orgasm wasn't going to be enough. As soon as it looked like Emma was coming down, she started to speed up. She wasn't ready to fuck her with a truly punishing rhythm yet, but even that slight increase in pace made Emma shriek and buck.

"You're going to come for me again," Regina said. It wasn't a question. "Rub yourself harder. That last orgasm was pathetic."

Resting her teary face on her outstretched arm, Emma did as she was told. She began to tentatively swirl her fingers over her throbbing clit, focusing on trying to breathe normally as Regina's fist drove into her.

"Good girl, Emma," Regina said, the sudden, soft praise making Emma go hot all over. "Are you close?"

Emma nodded, her fingers speeding up. "Please – can you go faster?"

"A little," Regina said. "Do you need more, my greedy girl? Is an entire fist not enough for you?"

"No," Emma choked out, her fingers flying over her clit. "I want you to tear me apart."

"Oh," Regina said, her cunt clenching at the words. "I'm sure you do. You want me to tie you down and ignore your protests as I fuck you in every hole, don't you? You want to choke on my fingers and on my cock. You want to feel dirtied and used in every way possible."

Emma was nodding again; that same wild thrash of her head that told Regina how deep inside it she was.

"You're such a filthy little fuck toy," Regina said. Her arm was starting to ache, but she was happy to endure it. She knew the magic words she needed to say to bring this to an end, anyway. "But the fact that you're such a whore only makes me love you more."

Just like that, Emma was coming, her entire pussy clamping down on Regina's hand and wrist as she shook and shook and shook. She couldn't even make a noise – every part of her body was locked onto the sensation of Regina being buried deep inside her, and it only loosened up when she felt Regina slowly sliding herself back out.

The second she was free, Emma collapsed onto her side. She was panting and trembling, and every inch of her skin was sweaty.

Regina swooped down and kissed her cheek. "Give me 30 seconds."

Emma nodded, her eyes closed.

Rushing off into the bathroom to wash her hands again, Regina glanced in the mirror and saw a truly wild expression in her eyes that had never been there before. When she reached between her legs, she wasn't surprised when her fingers came away slick and warm.

She grabbed a bottle of water and returned to the bedroom as quickly as possible. Emma had shifted onto her back and still had her eyes closed, but there was a smile on her face.

"Emma?" Regina asked, climbing up beside her. "Can I check in?"

Emma opened one eye and grinned. "I really do love you."

"Good," Regina said, passing her the water and waiting for her to take a long drink before asking, "Was that okay?"

"What kind of answer are you expecting?"

"An honest one?"

"Don't be fucking dumb, Regina," Emma said, deliberately throwing in a curse word because she had a three-minute window where she wouldn't get slapped for it. "It was perfect. You know that already."

"Excuse me for wanting to look after you," Regina said, taking the bottle back off her and draining the rest of its contents. "Next time I'll just leave you here while I go finish off in the bathroom."

"Finish off?" Emma asked, her eyes widening. "Are we done?"

"Do you want to be?"

The face that Emma made when she was trying to act casual was so utterly adorable. "I mean… not necessarily."

Regina laughed and tossed the empty bottle aside. As soon as she started to lay her body down on top of Emma's, she felt her soften.

"You are stupid," she muttered, kissing her ear and her cheek before slipping down toward her throat. "Really stupid."

Emma was already moaning and curling her toes. "I know."

"Are you ready for more?"

"Yes, Madam Mayor."

"Good girl," Regina said, dragging her lips down Emma's neck. "You have no idea how pretty you looked with my whole fist inside you."

She felt Emma's shiver ripple through her entire body. "Thank you."

"Did it feel good?"

"Yes," Emma breathed, closing her eyes as Regina began gently kissing and licking her throat. "It felt really good."

"You're perfect," Regina said, her own arousal ramping up as she shifted lower. The movement caused her cunt to graze over Emma's abdomen and she moaned to herself. "My perfect little fuck toy."

Emma shivered again, arching up against Regina's body. "Thank you."

Regina ground her clit against Emma's stomach once more, growling at the sudden tremor it sent through her. Her pussy was slick and throbbing and in desperate need of attention, and every time she looked down at Emma's earnest face, it only got worse.

"I'm so glad I found someone like you," Regina continued, her breath catching. "Someone so willing to do whatever I ask. You are, aren't you?"

"Yes," Emma said at once. "Whatever you want."

"I thought so. Do you know why I had a bad day today?"

Emma shook her head, her eyes wide.

"Because no one listens to a goddamn word I say," Regina said, her anger rising again as soon as she thought about it. She ground her hips down again to try and rub the irritation out of herself. "But not you, Miss Swan. You're always so compliant, and it makes me very happy."

"Thank you," Emma repeated, lifting her hands and placing them on Regina's thighs. At once, she felt her wrists being grabbed and pinned to the sheets.

"Don't touch me," Regina snapped. "I want to fuck my toy now."

"I'm sorry, Madam Mayor."

Regina didn't respond to her apology, because she was rocking herself faster and pleasure was starting to tingle through her extremities. Emma's pelvis was firm and getting slippery beneath her as she ground down harder and harder.

That wasn't enough, though, and after a few moments she released Emma's wrists and grappled around for the rope she'd discarded earlier.

Emma didn't resist as Regina yanked her arms above her head and tied her wrists together. Once they were bound, she attached them loosely to the headboard, leaving a few inches of rope between Emma's skin and the metal bars.

The second Emma was secure, Regina crawled forward and climbed onto her face.

"Perfect," she moaned as she settled down on top of her mouth. "Now I don't have to hear you talk either."

Emma just opened her mouth and did what she knew Regina was expecting of her. The second she curled her tongue against Regina's clit, she heard her gasp out loud.

"Good," Regina said, grinding down against her and clenching every muscle in her body when she felt another shock of pleasure. "I do love that filthy mouth of yours."

With a moan of gratitude, Emma kept going. Her earlier exhaustion was trickling away and being replaced by a sudden determination to make Regina come so hard she cried, so she began slowly sucking on her clit in a way she knew always drove her crazy.

Above her head, the loose rope meant she could pull away from the bedframe slightly, but not enough to reach up and touch the woman sitting on top of her. Regina had done it on purpose: she knew how frustrated Emma got when she wasn't properly restrained, but wasn't free to move either. Because of that, Emma sucked harder, her heart skipping when Regina tipped her head back with a moan.

"Are you trying to make me come quickly, little girl?" she asked, her voice a low groan. Emma felt her cheeks redden. "Are you impatient?"

Emma pulled back an inch and replied, "No, Madam Mayor. I just like making you come."

"Get your face back between my legs and don't say a fucking word until I tell you to," Regina replied, still not looking down even as she grabbed the top of Emma's head and forced her roughly back against her pussy. Emma gladly did as she was told, feeling brand new wetness against her tongue when she stuck it out. Regina was grinding harder, her hips rolling, and her chest was rising and falling frantically as she tried to keep herself under control.

She was always so good at that, and Emma loved her even more on the rare occasions when she could see her struggling.

So she worked harder, alternating between curling her tongue through Regina's folds and sucking her clit into her mouth, and a few moments later Regina's body curved forward. Her hands landed on Emma's bound wrists and gripped hard.

Her eyes were closed and her hair was hanging in front of her face, and she was gasping. She was gasping like her body was about to explode.

Her hips started grinding faster, to the point where it hurt any time they bumped into Emma's nose, but Emma didn't care. She stayed still, her eyes on Regina's face, melting at the pure sight of her. She was frantic and she was stunning, and when she came Emma felt tears spring up in her eyes at the relieved, grateful moan she released.

She carried on rolling her cunt against Emma's mouth for a few moments until she was finally done. Her cheeks were pink and her hands were shaking against Emma's wrists when she opened her eyes again.

She found Emma looked right back up at her, her eyes wide and tear-filled and full of devotion. When Regina sat back, letting Emma breathe properly, she clenched all over again at the wetness that was smeared over the lower half of her face.

A sudden, perverse need to dirty it further consumed her.

"You've made a mess again," Regina snapped, reaching down between her legs and gathering as much of her own come as she could in the palm of her hand. When Emma's eyes widened even further, Regina reached down and smeared it across the lower half of her face, spreading it round and round as Emma blinked and tried not to cry.

"Don't you like that?" Regina asked, crawling further back so she could loom over her properly. "You don't enjoy having my come smeared all over your dirty little face?"

Emma didn't respond – she just swallowed hard and tried to ignore the throbbing in her clit.

Regina didn't like being ignored, though, and she immediately grabbed her by both cheeks and snapped, "Answer me."

"I…" Emma choked out. She had no idea what the right answer was. "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Regina sneered. Emma's face was hot and sticky beneath her hand. "Let me guess – you feel like you shouldn't enjoy it, but you do, because you're a filthy little whore who loves to be used in any way I see fit. You feel ashamed, but you're also unbearably turned on. If I put my fingers between your legs right now, they'd come away drenched." She paused to take in the panicked look in Emma's eyes before asking, "Am I close?"

Slowly, Emma nodded.

"I thought so. You like being dirtied and used, because it's all you deserve."

She still didn't get a proper response, and her earlier irritation bubbled up again like lava burping from a volcano. She removed her hand from Emma's face and quickly slapped her, then again when she cried out.

"Tell me I'm right."

"You're…" Emma choked, her cunt suddenly pulsing and aching. "You're right. I like it, and it's all I deserve."

"And why is that? I think you to remind yourself, Emma."

"Because I'm you're fuck toy," Emma said. "And a whore."

"That's right," Regina replied, sounding genuinely proud of her. "I'm so glad you know your place. And do you enjoy being my toy, strapped down with come all over your face?"

Emma nodded. "I do."

Pride surged up inside Regina. This was what she'd been waiting for all day – after enduring hours of people ignoring her and lying to her and doing anything they could to wriggle out of their responsibilities, all she'd wanted was to be right there, with Emma below her and willingly giving Regina anything she asked for. Whenever she was truly desperate to please like this, it made Regina ache all over.

It made her want to reward her.

She clambered off her and onto the floor. Emma watched her with huge, uncertain eyes.

"Turn over," Regina told her, already walking away. "Onto your stomach."

As Emma struggled to manoeuvre herself, she tried to listen to what Regina was doing on the other side of the room. All she heard was the gentle opening and closing of a closet door before silence fell again.

And then Regina was climbing up onto the mattress once more, her body hot and hard and determined. Emma lay still, her arms stretched out above her head and her cunt aching to be touched again.

When she felt the drizzle of lube dripping down between her ass cheeks, she groaned and thrust her face further into the pillow.

"You want it already?" Regina asked, dropping the bottle and beginning to slick the liquid over Emma's asshole. "So soon?"

Emma nodded, not trusting herself to respond because she didn't want to find out just how desperately she would be willing to beg for this.

She could somehow sense the strap-on between Regina's legs even though she hadn't heard her putting it on, and when she felt the tip of it nudge against the inside of her thigh, she nearly burst into tears.

Regina chuckled and slid her slick finger back into Emma's ass. It barely resisted.

"Colour."

Emma let out a shaky breath. "Green."

"How about now?" Regina asked, pulling out and pushing in a second. Emma gasped and started wriggling, her ass automatically lifting up off the sheets.

"Still green."

"Such a good girl," Regina said, grabbing the lube again and beginning to spread it across the strap-on. It was one of her smallest ones and they'd used it before for this exact purpose, but she still got a sick thrill when she imagined it spreading Emma wide. Even then, Emma was still arching higher, begging Regina to come closer. She couldn't resist giving her a quick slap across the ass for it.

"Be patient," she snapped, continuing to slowly spread lube all over the dildo even though it was already perfectly slippery. "I know you're a cock-hungry little whore who's gagging to have one thrust inside her at any given moment, but some of us like to take our time with this."

Emma buried her face in the pillow again and, against her better judgement, moaned, "Say that again."

Regina hated it when people tried to order her around. Sometimes, though, she was willing to make an exception.

Leaning over Emma's body and deliberately pressing the dildo into the small of her back, she pushed her curls away from her face and muttered, "I said, you're a cock-hungry little whore. Your pussy is dripping onto my sheets from the mere thought of me ramming this into your ass."

It set her soul on fire when Emma released a tiny whimper. "I'm sorry."

"You're not," Regina said at once, pressing her lips right against Emma's hot ear. "You're desperate for it. Your cunt is aching. Your asshole is already spread wide for me."

"I'm… I don't…"

"You don't need to explain yourself," Regina continued, rolling her hips so the dildo ground into the crest of Emma's ass. "I understand. You can't function unless I'm pinning you down and fucking you. I bet you've been dreaming about this all day, haven't you? I bet you spent your morning slumped down beneath your desk with your fingers in your pussy imagining me bending you over and treating you just like the slut you are."

She could feel Emma trembling beneath her. "Madam Mayor—"

"I know," Regina sighed, stroking Emma's curls. "You want me to fuck you. You're desperate. Am I right?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to ask nicely?"

"Please fuck me, Madam Mayor."

"Pathetic," Regina said, pulling away and going back to her earlier position. Her knees rested either side of Emma's legs, and her cock lined up perfectly with her ass. "Try harder."

"Please," Emma repeated, rubbing her face against the pillow to wipe away her tears. "I want you to fuck my ass. I need you to."

"Hmm. Better," Regina mused, pushing two fingers back into Emma's asshole to check it was still ready for her. When she began lazily moving them in and out, Emma whined. "But I think I need more. I'm not convinced you really want this."

"I do," Emma gasped, lifting her ass higher. "Madam Mayor, please – I need you to put your cock in my ass and fuck it as hard as you can."

"As hard as I can?" Regina repeated, the words making her dizzy. "I don't know if you can take that."

"I can," Emma insisted, wishing she could rock back against Regina's fingers. "I want you to fuck me hard and then come in my ass, Madam Mayor."

Regina groaned automatically, her fingers moving faster and twisting slightly inside Emma. "You really are a filthy little brat."

"I know," Emma said, not sounding sorry. "Please. I need you."

Regina didn't respond to that, because there wasn't anything left to say. Instead, she pulled her fingers free and shifted forward, sitting down on the backs of Emma's thighs so she could line up the strap-on.

The second she started pushing it into Emma's ass, she heard her whimper with gratitude.

"Colour?"

"Green," Emma replied at once, gripping the short strand of rope connecting her to the bedframe like it was the only thing grounding her. "Thank you. So much."

"Don't thank me yet," Regina replied, easing in another inch. She'd decided long ago that there was nothing more beautiful than watching Emma shake and totally fall apart, and right then, as she watched her ass stretch and clench around her, she felt grateful tears spring up in her own eyes.

When the dildo was all the way inside, she waited. She was leaning over Emma's body, her hands planted against the mattress, and she could see the sweat beading up along Emma's spine. "Check in, Emma."

"Green," Emma forced out. Her clit was throbbing to the point of pain, and she wriggled her hips to try and get some friction against it. "But I… I think I need…"

Before she could finish, Regina had slipped her left hand beneath Emma's hips and was gently seeking out her clit. The second she found it, Emma let out a moan that shook her entire body.

"Fuck," she gasped. "Yes. That."

Regina could feel from how hot and slippery Emma's cunt was that she was already close to coming, so she smirked to herself and began slowly pulling the cock back out of her. Emma made the most beautiful panting noises as it left her, but the second it was being pushed back in, she just moaned.

Regina kept her movements steady, ignoring the burn in the backs of her thighs and the ache in her right arm as it held her upright. She kept her left hand moving gently over Emma's clit, cupping and stroking it with the pads of her fingers. After a while, she was able to thrust the cock in faster. When she asked for Emma's colour again, she thought she was going to scream at her.

"Green, Regina," Emma snapped, not using her proper name because she was starting to lose her mind and she couldn't think about anything other than how she needed to be fucked just a little bit harder before she died. "Please, just fuck me. Fuck me. I need it."

Regina rolled her eyes at her eternal neediness but did as she asked – she finally began to fuck her properly, slamming the cock into her as far as it would go before slowly withdrawing and starting again. Emma could feel herself being split open and she thought maybe she was coming apart at the seams, and all she could do was garble her thanks and repeat "Fuck me, please, fuck me" over and over again even though Regina was already giving her exactly what she needed.

When she started coming, she screamed into the pillow. After a few moments, she realised she wasn't stopping.

"Oh no," she blurted out, lifting her ass higher and wordlessly begging Regina to fuck her until it hurt. "Fuck. No."

"You want me to stop?" Regina cooed, knowing full well that she didn't. Emma's body was shaking and she was coming over and over and over again, her body emptying out onto Regina's probing fingers. If she stopped then, Emma would never forgive her.

"No," Emma gasped, coming yet again. She was crying and writhing around on the sheets and it felt like her body was on fire. "It's… Oh, God. Again, again."

Regina slammed back into her, her left hand pressing harder on her clit, and watched Emma shake and twitch. The sheets beneath her were drenched and there was a mixture of sweat and come trickling down her thighs, but Regina didn't stop. Not until Emma's body finally went limp a full minute later and her cries became less wanton and more exhausted.

Finally drawing to a halt, Regina pushed herself back onto her heels and let the dildo slip out of Emma's ass. Emma shuddered, her body still shaking, and tried to get herself under control.

"How was that?" Regina asked, her own voice cracking. She rubbed a hand over Emma's hip just in case she was already in need of some kind of comfort.

But Emma just laughed. "I really love you."

"I really love you too," Regina said, leaning forward and kissing Emma in the dead centre of her spine. "And just to show you how much – how do you feel about one more?"

Emma looked over her shoulder at her. "You're not serious."

"I think you've got more left in you," Regina said casually, slipping her hand between Emma's legs and letting a single finger slide into her pussy. It was slick and swollen and felt like warm silk. "What do you say?"

Against her will, Emma felt herself groan. Her ass lifted again of its own accord. "For fuck's sake."

"You can say no."

"No, I can't," Emma snapped. "Because now you've got me horny again."

Regina snorted to herself, pushing in a second finger and massaging Emma from the inside. "I don't think we can entirely blame me for that."

Emma desperately wanted to reply, but her body was already aching and her sharp retort slipped away from her. When she whimpered feebly, Regina knew she'd won.

"Good," she said, tapping Emma's hip with her spare hand. "Then how about you get up onto your knees, darling."

She left her fingers inside Emma's pussy as she watched her struggle to do as she was told. Once she was upright, her bound wrists still stretched out ahead of her, Regina pulled her fingers free and positioned the tip of the dildo at the entrance to her ass.

Then she said, "Fuck yourself."

Emma immediately looked over her shoulder with shock on her face. "What?"

"You heard me," Regina said, spanking her quickly across the ass for not addressing her properly. "Fuck yourself on my cock."

Emma could feel the tip of it pressing into her asshole, but the thought of thrusting herself back onto it made her sweat. "I'm not… I'm not sure I can."

"Of course you can," Regina snapped, her impatience already ringing through. "What, you suddenly want to pretend that your ass can't take a cock after all?" She spanked Emma again and laughed when she shrieked. "I've just stretched you wide open, Miss Swan. I won't sit here and let you pretend it's going to be a tight fit."

Emma whimpered, embarrassment making her cheeks burn. Turning back to the head of the bed, she took a deep breath and tried to rock back.

The dildo pushed an inch into her ass and she gasped, stopping where she was. It was just barely stretching her – absolutely nothing compared to what Regina had just done to her – and yet it felt different and infinitely more terrifying. Without Regina pinning her down and shoving it into her, it felt wrong, somehow. It felt like something she shouldn't be doing at all.

Regina saw her pause and let out a laugh. "Is this the part where you tell me you only like being fucked in the ass if I'm 'forcing' you to do it?"

"No," Emma gasped, although her cheeks were burning even darker. "It's just—"

Regina cut her off with another sharp slap to her ass. Without even meaning to, Emma slid back another inch onto her cock.

"Don't give me that," Regina said, reaching around Emma's hip and sliding two fingers back into her pussy to distract her. "You know I hate it when you pretend to be all innocent and shy. What did we establish not 15 minutes ago?"

Emma swallowed, her cunt throbbing. "That… I like being your fuck toy."

"Right. And if I tell my fuck toy to grind back on my cock, what should she do?"

"She should do it," Emma muttered, inching back and feeling that familiar burn of pleasure. "And she should enjoy it."

"Good. So, tell me – are you enjoying this?"

It was deeply terrifying to Emma just how quickly she could shoot from being slightly uncertain to aching all over from the sheer need to be fucked. "Yes, Madam Mayor."

"Take more of it, then. I'm looking down at a very empty cock right now."

Emma groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head, and did as she was told. As she moved, Regina began moving her fingers again, massaging the walls of her pussy and making her nerve endings dance.

"It's slipping into you so nicely," Regina said, watching it disappear. "Such a good girl. I'm so proud of you."

"Thank you," Emma gasped, continue to slide back. When her ass eventually hit Regina's pelvis, her head dropped forward. She groaned with relief.

"How does it feel?"

"Full," Emma admitted. She could still feel Regina's fingers rubbing against the inside of her pussy and it was starting to make her go dizzy. "Fuller than before."

"That's because you're being fucked in both holes, dear," Regina pointed out. The angle was awkward and she was struggling to move her fingers like she really wanted to, but from the way Emma was trembling, it seemed she didn't mind. Regina settled for slowly rubbing her G-spot, keeping the cock steady in her ass until Emma was ready to move again. The longer they stayed there, though, the more Emma seemed to melt beneath her.

"Are you about to come?" Regina demanded. Emma jumped at once.

"No," she said, but she was lying. Arousal was spiking inside her and she knew that all she had to do was stay there, letting Regina slowly finger her with her ass filled to the brim, before she would be coming apart all over again. It was seconds away from happening.

"You know I don't like being lied to," Regina said, although she didn't stop moving her fingers. "You also know that I told you to do something."

Emma felt drunk. She felt like Regina's entire body was smothering her.

Through the haze in her head, she managed to ask, "What?"

"I told you," Regina continued coolly, "to fuck yourself on my cock."

That earned her another embarrassed whimper before Emma finally began to rock forward. As the dildo slipped out of her ass, Regina was free to finger her more purposefully. She could feel the walls of her pussy fluttering, and the wetness that was dribbling out onto her palm made her clench every muscle.

"Good," Regina said, when Emma was near the end. "Back again. Faster this time."

Emma did as she was told, pressing her face into the crook of her arms as she rocked back. The dildo was slipping in and out of her all too easily and she moaned at the sensation, suddenly wishing that Regina had chosen a bigger one to really make her feel like she was being broken apart. She imagined being split open by Regina's biggest toy, or maybe even her fist again, and she suddenly found herself moving faster. Her hips were rolling and she was taking the cock easily, barely noticing what was going on around her as the pleasure inside began to surge once more.

She could feel Regina behind her, pressing her fingers more firmly inside her pussy and grabbing her hip on the other side, and it was all washing over her like hot water. The drunken blur inside her skull was making her feel lightheaded and dizzy, and when something suddenly sparked up inside her belly, she groaned out loud.

"Madam Mayor, I need to come again."

She used the word 'again' because she wanted to give Regina a chance to berate her some more, and she didn't disappoint.

"Already?" Regina scoffed. "Why am I not surprised? Look at the state of you. You're working your ass over my dick like you were born for it."

"Please," Emma begged, thrusting back again. She couldn't stop herself anymore – her body was ramming itself backward, ignoring the faint jolt of pain, and if Regina had told her that she wasn't allowed to come, she wasn't certain she would have been able to listen. Her body was aching and she needed this, needed just one more push to make her come harder than she'd ever come in her life. When she heard Regina sigh from behind her, it nearly tipped her over the edge.

"As if I could ever say no to my toy," Regina said eventually, pulling her fingers free of Emma's pussy and rubbing them over her clit. "Do it. Now."

Emma came with a howl, her ass automatically clenching around the strap-on hard enough to hurt. She kept coming like her body was trying to empty itself, her thighs trembling and her lungs aching and her entire cunt throbbing with sheer gratitude. When she was finally done, she collapsed sideways on the bed and cried out loud with relief.

Regina was already reaching over her to untie her wrists. As soon as Emma was free, she wriggled out of the harness and tossed it aside.

Emma's body was burning hot and totally limp when she settled in behind it.

"Are you okay?" Regina asked, sliding her arm around her waist. Emma immediately nuzzled back against her, sighing to herself.

"Good."

"You sure?"

Still struggling to catch her breath, Emma said, "Sure."

Regina laughed gently, kissing Emma's hot shoulder. "I'm going to stay here, okay?"

Emma nodded, closing her eyes. Weirdly, this was always one of her favourite parts of sex – the moment right after, when all of Regina's coldness slipped away and she settled down by her side with nothing but love in her eyes.

"Can I get you anything?"

Emma smiled at the question. "No. I'm about to fall asleep."

"We haven't had dinner," Regina pointed out.

"Just for a little while."

"Emma," Regina warned, although she could already feel herself snuggling in closer. "You're going to be grouchy when you wake up."

"I am not," Emma replied, suddenly twisting round so she could nuzzle her head into the space beneath Regina's chin. "Don't leave me, though."

Regina loved the fact that she didn't even have to pretend like that was a hardship.

"Never," she said, kissing the top of Emma's head. "You did so well."

She felt Emma grin against her chest.

"Is it bad that I love it when you have a bad day at work?"

"Yes," Regina replied instantly, although she was smirking as well. "You should be hoping for plain sailing and nothing else for the love of your life."

"But if I did that, who would fuck me until I cry?"

Regina laughed. "I mean – I would probably do that anyway."

"But not the same."

"No," Regina admitted. "Not the same."

Emma snuggled closer. "I love it when you go all tyrannical on me."

"And I love it when you go all needy and whimpery on me."

It was a true testament to how far their relationship had progressed that neither of them felt even slightly offended by that.

"And I just love you," Emma said, pressing her nose against Regina's clavicle and breathing her in. Even then, after all those months, the words made Regina's heart leap.

"I love you too," she murmured, stroking a hand over her curls. "Even though you've ruined the sheets I only washed yesterday."

"Not my fault."

"Oh? Whose fault is it, exactly?"

"Yours, pervert."

"You're a filthy little liar," Regina grinned. After a few moments of silence, she asked, "Are you actually going to fall asleep?"

"No," Emma replied, her eyes still closed. "I just want to be close to you for a while."

The sheer loveliness of that made Regina want to cry.

"I'll be close to you for as long as you'll have me," she said, holding her tighter.

They lay there together, their breathing in sync and their fingers pressed into familiar flesh. It was dark out and they were both exhausted and hungry, but none of that mattered so much. When Regina reached down and tried to seek out Emma's hand, Emma's fingers tangled in hers like they were born to be there.

THE END

(For real this time. Probably)