A/N: So basically I wanted to have a go at writing a smutty fic where Regina is the sub/bottom, and this is the result.

I'm going to include a dubcon warning for the earlier scenes, although I hope that it becomes obvious that overall this is consensual. There are also some BDSM elements but they're fairly mild.

This is one for Team Regina Mills Is A Bottom, so I hope you all enjoy! x

Chapter one

Henry was watching her strangely again. He wouldn't take his eyes off her as he chewed. Regina looked back at him, trying to focus on cutting up her dinner, but the pair of unblinking hazel eyes just a few feet away were distracting and confusing. She squinted, trying to work out what he was thinking.

The doorbell rang, cutting off her thoughts. She frowned.

"I don't recall us expecting any company."

Henry didn't respond as she got up and walked to the front door. When she opened it to find Emma waiting for her, her heart squeezed.

"Sheriff Swan," she said, her voice steady and – she hoped – hiding her pleasure. They hadn't had a fight in too long. "What are you doing here?"

"Henry invited me," Emma replied. She sounded strangely flat.

Regina sighed. "Do you honestly believe I'd allow you into my house for dinner, after all the threats you made to my family?"

"I didn't come for dinner."

Emma's words were echoey, like she was speaking from far away. She wasn't smiling, or blinking, or even visibly breathing. She was just there, staring, her green eyes blank.

"Then what did you come for?" Regina asked. She could feel her body starting to crackle, like something about Emma's presence was setting it on fire, and for a split second she found herself desperately hoping that Emma was about to pin her against the doorframe and kiss her in the way she'd been imagining for months.

Emma's eyes flashed and she answered, "You."

Regina clutched hold of the door, turning to check that Henry was still safely at the dining table. His chair was empty, and she turned back to the door with panic twisting in her stomach.

Emma was no longer alone. There were other people behind her, all of them too bright and swimming in her vision, and when Emma said, "We all did," Regina thought she might faint.

Everything moved quickly, far too quickly for it to have actually happened, and before she knew it there was something hard and cold pressed up against her back. She blinked, clearing the haze out of her eyes, and realised that she was on Main Street. The rest of the town was there, half of them watching her with dead eyes that screamed with hatred and half of them pinning her against the object behind her.

She looked up and saw the leaves of an apple tree – her apple tree, which had somehow sprung up in the middle of the road. Its apples were all black and rotten, and the shock of that alone kept her still for long enough that the people around her were able to tie her to the trunk.

"No," she blurted out, trying to tug herself free. The ropes around her arms tightened. "No – let me go."

"After everything you've done to all of us?" someone asked. She couldn't see clearly enough to figure out who it was – all she could focus on was Emma, who was standing a few feet away with her jaw set in an unforgiving line. She looked terrifying, but she was also heavenly, somehow sheathed in light even as the night around her darkened. Regina swallowed hard, and as the ropes around her were pulled tighter, she felt a pulse of something heavy between her thighs. Emma's mouth twitched at the corners.

The knots behind her were fastened and then the townspeople stepped away from her. Regina wriggled furiously, trying to pull free, but the ropes were cutting into her ribs and her arms, too tightly secured to be ripped apart.

Regina whimpered, another throb of something that felt weirdly like pleasure pulsing through her as Emma took a step forward. When her eyes flashed, they switched from green to inky blue.

When she was inches away from Regina's stricken face, she reached up for an apple. It turned to pulp in her hand, the black flesh oozing between her fingers and dripping onto the floor. Regina felt her mouth fall open, the thick scent of rotten fruit consuming her as she watched the heavy juices fall.

Emma let out a breath of laughter. "Rotten to the core."

She shook off her hand and it was suddenly clean again, the pulp vanished from her steady fingers. Regina swallowed, tugging once more against the ropes that were pinning her arms to her sides, and waited for a blow to come. Emma was eyeing her curiously.

Then she stepped forward, her hand reaching out and gripping hold of Regina's throat. Her fingers were unforgiving as they pressed down, digging into her pulse point and her airwaves and the jut of her jaw all at once, and Regina whimpered at the feel of it. Emma had never stood so close to her before. Her eyes were blue in the middle.

When she leaned in, Regina inhaled sharply. There were dozens of people standing around them, all of them watching her with murderous glints in their eyes, but Regina couldn't focus on them. All she could concentrate on was Emma's warm breath on her face and the fact that she had a faint dusting of freckles on her nose.

Emma smirked. "You don't look much like a queen."

Even from beneath Emma's unforgiving grip, Regina managed to moan. Her blood was leaving her head and pulsing directly toward the space between her legs, and she shifted position to try and ease the throbbing.

Emma glanced down at once and, as she spotted the movement, paused. Her expression shifted.

When she looked back up again, her teeth were digging into her lower lip. She leaned forward slowly, her eyes never leaving Regina's, and buried her nose in the dark hair that was tumbling to just above Regina's shoulders.

She inhaled sharply, and only Regina heard the sigh of pleasure that followed.

"Mm," Emma murmured, tilting her head left and then right so she could burrow deeper. "I expected you to smell different."

The fingers on Regina's throat had loosened slightly, and she fought to catch her breath. "Emma. Please."

At once, Emma was looking at her again. Her thumb rubbed idly along Regina's trembling jaw.

"Are you scared?" she asked. She knew the answer: she could see the fear in Regina's eyes. She could feel it in the way her body was shrinking away from her.

But she could also feel the heat coming from her, and she could see the desperate glint in her espresso-coloured gaze. She could feel Regina's thighs shifting to try and ease the flow of wetness that had started building up between them.

Emma glanced down: even through the navy blue cardigan that was buttoned all the way up and the demure white shirt beneath it, she could see Regina's chest rising and falling as she struggled to control herself.

She smirked. She took a step back.

"You should all go," Emma called over her shoulder.

The townspeople started muttering their protests, but Emma ignored them. She was regarding Regina with her head tilted to one side.

"Go," she repeated, not turning around. "I think I need to teach our queen a lesson."

Regina half wished they wouldn't listen, because the look in Emma's eye was unfamiliar and frightening, but the next time she looked around, the street was deserted. She swallowed, shrinking back against the trunk.

"So," Emma purred as she stepped closer again. Her perfect curls shifted over her shoulders, and Regina felt another throb. "I guess it's just you and me."

"Emma…" Regina started. She winced when she heard the whine in her voice.

"Yes?" Emma interrupted. "Are you going to ask for something?"

She stepped right into Regina's space and reached up. Regina automatically flinched, but Emma just tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You don't need to do this," Regina said. She lifted her chin, determined to regain some of her authority over the situation, even if she was strapped to a tree with her clit throbbing like a heartbeat.

Emma saw the movement and snorted. "I know I don't. But you want me to, don't you?"

"I don't want you to kill me, no."

"Kill you?" Emma asked flatly. Her fingers slid through Regina's hair and cupped the side of her face. "How is that a punishment?"

"What do you…?"

Emma's hand suddenly shifted to Regina's throat again, pinning her head back against the rough bark. She examined her curiously as she began to choke. "You don't get to escape all of this so easily."

"Emma," Regina struggled to say her name as her grip got tighter. "Please. I just… I wanted to win. For once."

"And how did that work out for you?"

Regina couldn't think of an answer to that. She was still scared, but her proximity to Emma was dizzying and the fingers on her throat were making it even worse. Her head was pounding, and so was a very specific spot beneath her panties, and every time Emma's eyes flashed with amusement the whole thing just got so much harder to control.

"Stop it," Regina demanded, but her voice was weak and she could feel her cheeks turning pink. Emma laughed through her nose and glanced down.

"Why are you squeezing your legs together, Madam Mayor?"

Regina groaned at once, her head tipping back. "I'm not."

"Okay. Except you are."

"I'm tied to a tree, Miss Swan," Regina snapped. "Do you think I can help what my legs are doing?"

Emma laughed in her face. "I don't think you can, actually, no."

Her spare hand crept up and grabbed at the front of Regina's shirt. When she pulled, two buttons snapped off.

Regina gasped, "Miss Swan!"

"Shut up," Emma said quietly, tracing the tip of her index finger over the newly exposed curve of Regina's breast. The edge of her lacy bra was visible, and Emma was staring at it like it held all the secrets to the universe.

Regina wriggled again, feeling the bite of the ropes that were strapped across her ribs. A jolt of something that felt strangely like exhilaration shot through her.

Her head tilted back of its own accord and a faint, ragged gasp escaped her lips. She could feel Emma smiling before she even looked back at her.

"That's what I thought," Emma murmured, pulling on another button and yanking the rest of Regina's cardigan and shirt apart. Regina felt the cool air on her skin, and when she glanced down she was horrified to see that her entire chest was exposed.

"Emma," she blurted out, trying to wriggle away. Her breasts were sticking out above the tight ropes, and Emma was staring unashamedly at the black bra that was now fully on show. "What do you think you're doing?"

Emma didn't answer, because both of her hands had reached out and were curiously cupping Regina's breasts. Regina moaned at the softness of her touch, and she felt herself inadvertently thrust herself further into Emma's palms.

With a bark of laughter, Emma grabbed Regina's throat once more and pinned her back. "All this bitching and complaining, when really all you want is for me to touch you harder."

Tears were building up in Regina's eyes under the pressure of Emma's hand on her throat, but she still managed to force out, "I don't."

"Right. We'll see about that," Emma murmured. She loosened her grip ever so slightly and stroked her thumb over Regina's thundering pulse. "Have you wanted this for a while?"

Regina hardened her jaw. "No."

"Try again," Emma said, her left hand slipping beneath her bra and thumbing a hard nipple. "Have you thought about this?"

A ripple of pleasure crept through Regina's chest as Emma teased and tweaked at her skin, and she whimpered. "No."

"You're a liar as well as an evil witch," Emma said, and before Regina could snap back in protest, their mouths were crushing together. Emma pinned her back, her fingers still teasing over her skin, and when she prised open Regina's lips using her own, Regina didn't stop her. She moaned when Emma's tongue slid into her mouth and she automatically tried to lift her hands to touch her. They were still bound to her sides, though, and even through the thick fog of desire that was clouding her senses, she felt her frustration building.

Emma pulled away with a smirk. "I've been wanting to subdue that bitchy mouth of yours for way too long."

"I do not have a—"

Regina was cut off by another kiss, and then another, and she moaned at the feeling of Emma's tongue sweeping over her own. Emma's hands were on her chest again, yanking her bra down and pinching at her nipples, and for the first time since she'd found herself there, Regina was grateful for the ropes that were binding her to the tree: her legs had gone weak, and the restraints were the only thing keeping her upright.

Her pelvis thrust forward of its own accord, bumping against Emma's, and the sudden pressure nearly made her come apart.

Emma's hands slid down, skimming over the thick ropes until they reached Regina's hips. She squeezed hard, crushing their bodies together, and pressed her mouth against Regina's ear.

"It's a shame you're tied up, really," she murmured, her voice dark and sticky like treacle. "I'd love to see what you look like when you're completely naked and on your knees."

Regina's thighs trembled once more and she squeezed her eyes shut.

When she didn't respond, Emma asked, "What, no snappy reply?"

Regina just shook her head. She was breathing hard and her panties were clinging to her, and with every twisted word that came out of Emma's mouth, it all got so much worse.

She'd wanted Emma for a while. She'd been thinking about fucking her almost since the day she'd rolled into town. But it had never been like this – in her hazy daydreams, she'd always been the one in charge. Emma had moaned and begged and arced and sometimes cried, and Regina had always struggled to stop picturing it and get back to her work. It had been perfect.

But this was somehow… better?

Emma's body was hot and unforgiving against her own, and the wicked lilt in her voice made Regina's blood surge. No one spoke to her like that – no one had ever dared to. But this cocky blonde had never paid very much attention to her rules, and seemingly she didn't give a shit that she was speaking to an Evil Queen. She wasn't afraid.

Regina was, though. And she was enjoying it far more than she should have been.

She swallowed again, inhaling the smell of Emma's curls as they brushed over her cheek. She smelled so soft – it had always been one of Regina's favourite things about her – and yet it was utterly contradicted by the way Emma pulled away and glared at her with eyes that were dark and unimpressed.

She grabbed Regina's jaw and snapped, "Answer me."

"I don't…" Regina stammered. "I don't know what you want me to say."

"I want you to tell me how long you've been thinking about this," Emma muttered. In the light of the amber street lamps, Regina could see flecks of caramel in her eyes. "I've seen the way you watch me."

With one last attempt at impudence, Regina replied, "I watch you because I'm thinking of ways to end your miserable life."

The words were barely out of her mouth before Emma slapped her hard across the face. Regina's head snapped to one side with a gasp. Pain prickled over her skin just as a surge of unexpected pleasure dribbled down from somewhere low in her stomach, and before she could stop herself, she was laughing.

Who the fuck got turned on by that?

Emma grabbed hold of her jaw and turned her back toward her. "Something funny?"

Regina's laughs were still shaking her, but when she saw the murderous glint in Emma's eye, they slowly subsided.

"No," she said, swallowing. "Sorry."

"Are you?" Emma asked, dipping forward and biting down hard on her bottom lip. Regina groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head, until Emma released her again. "Answer me."

"Yes," Regina blurted out, wriggling against her restraints. "I'm sorry."

"You were lying, weren't you?" Emma asked. "You have been thinking about this. Haven't you?"

"I…" Regina shouldn't answer that – she knew she didn't have to. But she still heard herself saying, "Yes and no."

Emma's eyebrows rose. "Why don't you explain that, Madam Mayor?"

"I haven't…" Regina took a breath to steady herself against the burn of Emma's eyes. "I've thought about fucking you. Not about you fucking me."

The satisfied smirk that flickered over Emma's face was delicious, and Regina wanted to bend forward and lick it up.

"I see," Emma purred, pushing Regina's hair away from her face. "Because you like to think you're in charge, right?"

Regina gritted her teeth. "I am in charge."

"Not any more," Emma said coolly. "Look around you: you're tied up with your tits hanging out, and no one's coming to save you. You're stuck here with me. Take another guess at which one of us has all the power here."

"This isn't real power," Regina snarled. "I'd like to see you be brave enough to do this when my hands aren't tied behind me."

Emma chuckled. "I'd be happy to show you one day. But not tonight – right now, I'm pretty happy with the way things are."

Regina opened her mouth to snap back at her, but she cut herself off with a choking sound when she felt a sudden flat pressure against her pussy. She looked down to find Emma's hand pressed against it, cupping her through her pants, her fingers twitching ever so slightly and sending heat shooting through her entire body.

"And by the feel of it," Emma said, slowly dragging her middle finger up the cavern that marked Regina's slit, "so are you."

Regina moaned. Until then, she wouldn't have thought it possible for her to be wet enough for it to be felt through her underwear and her pants, but right at that second she believed that Emma could. Every nerve in her body had been throbbing since the second Emma had shown up at her door, and as her words had gotten crueller and her touch had gotten harder, Regina's wetness had grown. Even then, even as she told herself not to, she felt herself bucking forward to try and gain more contact.

"You like this, don't you?" Emma asked, and her voice was almost soft. She dragged her finger up Regina's pussy again, pausing near her clit and pressing down slightly so she could watch the way Regina's eyes widened. "You like having someone in control of you for once."

Regina just bit down on her lip, unwilling – or maybe unable – to respond. Emma spotted the movement and laughed at once.

"I knew it," she said. "Without your power, you're nothing. You're small and weak, and anybody could hurt you if they wanted to."

With a crack in her voice, Regina asked, "Do you want to?"

"Not exactly," Emma said, lifting one hand and snapping open the button on Regina's pants. "But I do want to make you beg."

Regina groaned, her hips canting forward. When Emma dragged her zipper down, the grating of metal peeling away from metal sent tremors through her entire body.

"Is this turning you on, Madam Mayor?"

Regina shook her head automatically, even though Emma had already felt the wetness that was seeping out of her panties and could see the glazed look in her eye. She could feel the way Regina was struggling to breathe as she pressed herself up against her chest.

"No?" Emma asked, lifting Regina's chin so she was forced to look at her. "So if I were to put my hand into your panties right now, what would I find?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?" Emma repeated, slipping her fingertips beneath the fabric of her pants and trailing them over the waistband of Regina's thong. "Not even a needy little cunt that's desperate to be fucked?"

Regina couldn't help the groan of longing that slipped out of her mouth at that. Emma's lips immediately quirked upwards.

"Right," she said, pressing herself flat against Regina's chest and sliding her hand deep into her panties. Regina gasped at the sudden contact, trembling when two cool fingers skimmed over her slick skin. The expression on Emma's face flickered from amused to astonished within a split second, and when she pulled her hand free again, it was glistening.

"Oh, Regina," she scolded, her voice quiet. "That's just what I thought."

Regina's mouth was drier than sand and she swallowed to try and break through it. "I'm not—"

"Shh," Emma interrupted, pressing her wet fingers against Regina's lips in order to silence her. "You are. You're dripping."

Regina could taste and smell her own excitement, and it just sent another wave of wetness seeping out of her. She wanted to clench her thighs together, but the promise of Emma touching her again was already irresistible: without even thinking about it, she spread them further.

"Are you going to tell me to stop?" Emma asked, and it was strange how she could sound almost concerned even when her eyes were glinting with malice.

Regina's weak heart thumped. "No."

"Good," Emma purred, slipping her hand between her legs once more. This time there was no gentle teasing, no tentative fingertips gliding over swollen skin. Emma plunged a finger deep into Regina's pussy, sending her rocking up onto the balls of her feet, and she smirked at the awestruck expression on her face. "When was the last time you were fucked properly?"

Regina shivered all over. Graham had been her last – Emma knew that – but the word 'properly' was throwing her. She was a giver, she always had been, and it had been very rare that she'd lain back on her bed and simply let someone use her.

But Emma was doing exactly that, and excitement pulsed through Regina's veins like a milkshake being churned. Emma slipped a second finger inside, laughing at the lack of resistance, and bent forward to kiss her again. As soon as she caught the taste of Regina's come on her lips, she groaned and pushed harder against her.

"You taste amazing," she murmured, suddenly yanking her hand free and bringing it back up to Regina's lips. She forced her fingers into her mouth, her gaze sharpening when Regina made a choking sound. "Don't you?"

Regina dutifully curled her tongue around them, lapping up the taste of herself, and stared back at Emma through watering eyes. Even as her vision blurred, all she could focus on was the glimmer of green and blonde in front of her.

Emma watched her curiously, and it was obvious that she was wondering how it was possible for someone who had always been so towering and terrifying to suddenly look so small. She suddenly yanked her fingers free again and, as Regina gasped for breath, Emma dipped her head and kissed her hard, sliding her tongue deep into her mouth so she could savour the remaining taste that lingered there.

Then her hand was back between Regina's legs, and the deserted street was echoing with the sounds of fingers plunging into soaking wet flesh and Regina gasping into the cold air. She tilted her hips forward, giving Emma a better angle, and wordlessly pleaded with her to fuck her harder.

That wasn't good enough for Emma, though. She saw the desperation in Regina's eyes and smirked. "Tell me what you want."

Regina whimpered. "No."

"I'll do it if you ask nicely," Emma purred, plunging her fingers deeper and slowly twisting them. "But if you stay quiet, I might just leave."

Regina knew she was probably bluffing, and yet she was utterly unwilling to risk it. She sucked in a breath through her teeth and said, "Fuck me harder."

Emma smirked. A third finger was thrust inside her and Regina's eyes fluttered closed.

"Say please."

Regina clenched her jaw and forced out the hateful word. "Please."

"Look at me," Emma snapped almost immediately, waiting for Regina to do as she was told before she began moving her hand again. Her touch became rougher and every time her fingers slammed back inside her, Regina gasped.

Regina couldn't have torn her gaze away from Emma's face if she'd tried. Watching the self-satisfaction and the determination that was flickering over it was the most exhilarating experience of her entire life, and her pussy flooded yet again when she fully realised just how much she loved this. The last time she'd been controlled by another person, it had been by her husband and she'd hated every goddamn second of it. Now, though, with every flick of her thumb over Regina's clit, Emma was reducing her to someone who would have done absolutely anything just to come. That wasn't something she'd ever felt before – not once in her entire life.

It terrified her, and she was loving it.

She threw her head back against the tree and let out a furious moan, thrusting her hips harder against Emma's hand. Something was twisting deep in her abdomen and she couldn't catch her breath.

"Are you going to come for me, Your Majesty?" Emma asked coolly, dipping her head and nipping at Regina's exposed throat. The extra bite of pain interspersed with her slowly building pleasure made Regina's entire body quake, and when Emma chuckled against her raging pulse point, it was all too much.

She came with a cry that echoed down the street, bouncing off the empty storefronts and making the rotten apples above her shake. Emma buried her fingers deeper, twisting them and stroking Regina from the inside, watching curiously as she bucked against her. As her movements slowed, Regina looked up at her through bleary eyes and tried to breathe. Emma's expression was colder than ever, and it just made her cunt throb all over again.

Then Emma was yanking her fingers free and dropping to her knees, reaching out for Regina's pants and underwear and tugging them down to her ankles. The tree bark scraped at Regina's lower back as she wobbled from one leg to the other, allowing Emma to pull the clothes over her feet and toss them aside. Her shoes disappeared, though she couldn't say how, and Regina was left barefoot and half naked on the concrete.

Part of her expected to simply be left there. Emma's eyes were glinting up at her, so enjoying the way she was exposed and vulnerable and small for the first time since they'd met, and Regina found herself waiting for the 'punishment' part of this whole ordeal to happen. But then Emma surprised her by shuffling forward, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, before she buried her face between Regina's thighs with enough enthusiasm to knock the air from her lungs.

Regina ground forward against her face, not caring that her body was still oversensitive from her last orgasm and definitely not caring that, after barely three seconds, she was already moaning again. The flat of Emma's tongue dragged over her skin, dipping into her entrance before gliding up to her clit, where she sucked and swirled and chuckled slightly when she felt Regina's thighs tremble. Regina had barely recovered from her first orgasm but already she found herself grinding forward, begging for number two. She longed to reach out for Emma's hair and twist it between her fingers, and her hands fisted in frustration behind her back as she realised that she still wasn't allowed to do so.

Something pushed at her entrance, and then two of Emma's fingers were inside her once more. Regina choked, rocking against them, her eyes rolling back as Emma swirled her tongue over her throbbing clit. Something was rising up inside her, slowly, slowly, bubbling up like water from the ground, and it was covering her limbs in pleasure that felt like vines and nails and ribbons. A hand grabbed her thigh and lifted it, and before Regina could worry about falling, she felt her leg behind hooked over Emma's shoulder. She whimpered – a sound she wasn't sure she'd ever made before tonight – and pulled desperately on the ropes, wanting to tear herself free and grab Emma by the face and grind her cunt furiously over her lips until her body came apart at the seams.

But Emma was dragging her there even without Regina's help, and the pleasure began to twist, hot and thick, inside her. As Regina's limbs went loose, she dug her heel into the space between Emma's shoulder blades and tugged her closer. She felt Emma smirk against her skin, but she didn't protest.

The two fingers that were plunging inside her sped up, corkscrewing deep in her pussy. When she dragged them out again, they felt somehow rougher and wider in a way that made Regina's knees tremble. Emma began gently sucking on her clit, teasing it into her mouth and letting her hot tongue grind down against it, and soon Regina was releasing short, sharp gasps, her hips bucking forward to try and get just that tiny bit closer to Emma's mouth so she could finally fall over the ledge a second time. The insides of her thighs were soaked and the sucking noises alone were making her go dizzy, and right then, right when she thought she might die if she doesn't come, she heard herself blurt out, "Emma, please."

Emma laughed directly against her cunt, and that was all it took. Regina came, and she came slowly – the release left her like a gush of water spilling from a bathtub, and she cried out as it left her trembling body. Emma held her tight, her spare hand wrapped around the thigh that was clutched against her ear, and she kept lazily driving her fingers inside until Regina finally slumped back against the tree.

The ropes that were tying her there suddenly vanished and she nearly toppled to one side. Emma grabbed her before she could fall.

"Shirt off, Madam Mayor," she muttered in her ear, and Regina knew she was completely naked before she even looked down.

She closed her eyes and sighed, still tasting her pleasure on her own tongue, before she felt a set of hands grabbing her wrists. She looked blearily down to find Emma binding them together in front of her.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, you thought we were done?" Emma asked. That familiar scoff was back in her voice, and Regina's pussy throbbed insistently. "Not a chance."

When she'd finished tying Regina's wrists, she grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed. "Get on your knees."

Regina fell to the ground at once. The concrete felt strangely absent under her, but she didn't pause to think about it: the lack of grit and stones digging into her knees gave her a better chance to focus on the woman looming over her.

She blinked up at her and suddenly realised that Emma was naked too. She hadn't even noticed it happening.

"Do I meet your ridiculously high standards, Madam Mayor?" Emma asked, but Regina couldn't focus on her body – it was blurry and distant, like she was looking at her from down a long tunnel. The only thing that was clear was her face. It was bright and cunning and beautiful, and Regina sighed at the sight of it.

"Yes."

"Good," Emma replied, cupping her under her chin and tugging her forward. "You've done enough sightseeing for now, though."

She dragged Regina between her legs, fisting a hand in the back of her hair. Regina didn't hesitate – with a contented moan, she swept her tongue through Emma's folds, tasting the salt and the stickiness of her and feeling her toes curl automatically. Emma groaned, leaning back against the tree just inches away from where Regina herself had been tied moments earlier, and ground forward against Regina's tongue.

"I knew that mouth of yours must be good at many things," she sighed, talking to no one in particular, and Regina felt hot pleasure seep through her at the roundabout praise. She pushed herself further in, lifting her tied hands so she could awkwardly slide a finger inside, and gasped at the feel of Emma's pussy: hot, slick, utterly unresisting, and pulsating around her like a heartbeat.

"Harder," Emma bit out, and Regina did as she was told. She thrust her finger in with more urgency, pressing her tongue flat against Emma's clit, and stared up at her so she could watch her face soften with pleasure. "Good. That's so good."

Regina shivered again and began sucking on Emma's clit, listening to her gentle whines and moans like it was music pulsing down through the branches. Emma's hips were bucking and her head was thrown back against the tree, and when her fist tightened in Regina's hair, she knew she was close.

Regina hummed to herself and twisted her bound hands in a way that almost hurt so she could fit two fingers inside Emma's cunt. At once, Emma gasped and rocked forward, her thighs quivering as her release washed over her.

"Fuck."

Regina didn't let up until Emma reached down and shoved her away with such force that she nearly fell back onto the ground.

"Jesus," Emma groaned, looking down at where Regina was still kneeling dutifully in front of her. "You really do have a wickedly filthy mouth."

Regina smiled tentatively. "Thank you?"

"You're welcome. Now get up."

Regina blinked, but did as she was told. The moment she was upright, Emma hooked an arm around her waist and shoved her toward the tree once more. Regina felt her chest being crushed up against the bark and then there was a hand between her legs, slapping against her wet skin in a way that made her gasp and lift up onto her toes.

"Bend forward," Emma demanded, yanking her hips back. Regina rested her bound hands on the trunk and did as she was told, bending at the waist and letting her hair tumble down over her outstretched arms.

The very second she was in the right position, Emma thrust two fingers back inside her, slapping her hard across the ass when she shrieked. "Shut up. Take it."

But Regina was already doing exactly that. She felt herself rocking back against Emma's fingers to try and take them even deeper. Her cunt was swollen and worn out and yet somehow desperate for more, and when Emma snaked an arm around her waist and started slowly rubbing her clit, she felt her earlier pleasure creep back towards her.

"Oh, God…"

"Mm?" Emma asked, twisting her other hand so she could caress the spongy spot deep between Regina's legs. "Is there a problem?"

Regina nearly choked. "God. Oh, no. I—"

"I know," Emma cooed. "You're going to come again, bent over in public like some kind of whore. Because this is what you like, isn't it? You like to be taken and used and dominated by someone you claim to hate."

And right then, something hit Regina like a bolt of lightning: she realised in that moment that she didn't hate her. She never had. She'd drifted toward Emma with fire in her heart because she'd wanted this since day one, and she'd called it hatred because that was a far, far easier emotion to understand.

"Yes," she choked out, biting down on her arm as Emma thrust into her again and again. "I do."

"Are you going to come again?"

"Yes."

"Good. Are you going to do it quietly?"

"I… I don't—"

"Hm," Emma sighed, pretending to be displeased by the fact that Regina's cries were already crescendoing. Regina heard a rustling noise behind her and then suddenly Emma was leaning over her, thrusting something into her mouth. "Maybe these will help."

Regina's groan was low and guttural when she realised she had a pair of panties in her mouth – hers or Emma's, she had no idea, but they tasted thick and delicious and she moaned around them like they were made of salted caramel ice cream.

Emma's fingers plunged into her again and again, her spare hand grinding against her clit, and Regina gasped, a surge of warmth charging through her like water. A desperate groan slipped from her lips and she squeezed her eyes shut – waiting, praying, clenching.

And then she jolted, her eyes snapping open again. Everything was suddenly quiet. Something soft was beneath her and there were sheets tangled around her legs, and she lifted her head to realise that she had just woken up in her bed in the house on Mifflin Street.

The pounding in her chest was absolutely terrifying, but it was nothing compared to the throbbing ache between her legs. She was lying on her stomach and, even as she stirred, she was still grinding her pelvis hard against the mattress. One of her hands was trapped beneath her body as it struggled to find its way into her underwear, and there was something thick and soft in her mouth.

When she deduced that it was the pillow, and that she was alone, she moaned and ground forward again. Her hand slid lower, and before she could even question what was happening and what the hell that dream had been about, her fingers were dipping between her legs and she was close, so close to coming that she had to bite harder on the pillow to stop herself from crying out.

Her pussy was drenched and her panties were soaked through. Her knuckles grazed over the wet fabric as she slid two fingers inside herself, lifting her ass away from the sheets to give herself more room to manoeuvre. Her other arm wrapped around the pillow so she could tug it closer and bury her face in it, allowing her to moan freely without Henry hearing her from down the other end of the hall.

Shallowly fucking herself became infuriating all too quickly, and so she pulled her sticky fingers free and placed them flat against her clit. She lowered her hips back down to the bed and gasped the second she started grinding against her own hand.

She writhed harder, thrusting her cunt greedily against her fingers, and whined as she felt her own wetness slick further and further over them. Heat was twisting in her limbs and she bit down against her makeshift gag, smothering herself as she pushed and squirmed and trembled – and then suddenly she was there. Right fucking there, with sparks flashing up in front of her and Emma's fingers still plunging into her from behind.

She came with tears prickling at her eyes, her garbled cry being swallowed up by her damp pillow. Her muscles seized as she arced up, come dribbling down the insides of her thighs. The orgasm lasted for what felt like hours, rippling through every nerve and hair until she was loose and floppy, lying face-down on her bed with her nightdress bunched up over her ass and sweat beading along the backs of her legs.

She tried to catch her breath as she pulled her hand out of her panties. She was shaking, and when she pulled her head free of the pillow, she realised that everything was blurry.

For a second, she just lay there. Then she paused. She finally stopped to think.

"Oh…"

Emma's cocky smirk and her fingers between her legs. The taste of Emma's pussy on her tongue. Emma pinning her back and making her feel weak and vulnerable and wanted, somehow, in spite of the cruel words she'd been saying. Emma Swan taking control and making her feel like she could think about something else other than being in charge of everything for once.

Her cunt throbbed. There was a wet patch on the sheets beneath her hips.

She swallowed hard. Fuck.