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Regina just laughed, shaking her head very fondly as she got into the limo. She also sent up a little silent prayer that this wasn’t the comedic prelude to them being pulled over. She could only imagine the shitstorm that would ensue when the cop asked to look in the back. As if to bolster that terrifying hypothetical scenario, as soon as the door closed, finally shutting them away from the noisy club front, she heard a loud giggle, and then her vision went dark when Emma tossed what she assumed was half of her costume over her head. Shoulders shaking with silent laughter, she pulled it off and threw it aside. Looking down she bit her bottom lip with both lust and amusement at the sight of her girlfriend.

Emma was stretched out on the floor in front of her, her top half exposed and flushed with arousal, rosy little nipples hard as stone. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her head tipped forward with her chin touching her chest, and she was letting out a pathetic mix of annoyed and aroused whines. The teen was struggling hard to try and kick the bottom half of her costume off, but it was tangled around her still-tied sneakers and all she was doing was making it worse with all her twisting and wiggling. Of course, she could have used her hands to help herself if she wasn’t so busy squeezing her nipples raw.

Regina stared down at her, biting her bottom lip and just taking her in for a second. God, she really was a very, very lucky woman. Suddenly she felt the limo start to move and from the front, she heard a familiar playlist comprised mostly of hard rock and heavy metal begin to blast. Letting out a dark chuckle, she shook her head. Jefferson used to always key up this particular playlist back in New York whenever he drove her and whatever poor soul she’d picked out for the night back to the penthouse. It served the dual purpose of providing privacy and ambiance and she was always grateful for his attention and commitment to both.

Keeping an appreciative eye on Emma’s squirming, she started getting undressed at a rather leisurely pace, folding up her costume neatly and setting it over next to the diaper bag. Her rushed, near-frenzied energy from before had just dissipated the moment she got into the limo. She could take her time now. They had a long ride ahead of them and she could go as long as she wanted to when they got home. Once she was down to just her lacy black bra and briefs, she finally leaned over to untangle Emma’s feet from the bottom half of her costume. The teen had given up on getting them off herself the second the music had started up and was now doing her best to dance while lying down. She was also still groping the fuck out of her tits.

Chuckling, Regina got her costume untangled and pulled off her shoes before grabbing ahold of her wrists and tugging them away from her chest, intending to get the teen up and onto her lap. For a split-second Emma resisted, but then a smile stretched across her face and her eyes opened impossibly wide, looking up at Regina like she was the most amazing thing she’d ever seen. “Hi Mommy,” Emma said, RAPIDLY batting her eyelashes and twisting up her wrists, trying to hold her hands.

Regina let out a bark of laughter and squeezed Emma’s hands in hers. “Hi Baby,” she chuckled, biting her bottom lip and shaking her head. “Come up and sit on Mommy’s lap now,” she said, with a gentle tug.

“Yes Ma’am,” Emma giggled, her eyes sparkling with impish delight as she clambered up off of the floorboard.

Regina let out a dark chuckle as the teen settled astride her lap. Nostrils flaring with arousal and cock throbbing in her briefs, she ran her hands up and down the sides of Emma’s nude body, from her diaper up to her tits and back again, pressing down roughly, greedily, as her eyes followed her hands. Oh, she was going to fuck her up so bad tonight. Every inch of the horny, drugged-up teen in her lap belonged to her and she was going to take it all. Swallowing down her urge to maul Emma for just a little bit longer, she licked her lips and moved her hands up to cup both sides of her face, tipping it down so she could look directly into her eyes. For lack of a better term, they were fucking wild; completely blown-out pools of black surrounded by blood-shot whites. She also seemed to be having trouble keeping them focused on anything for more than a second. “How are you feeling Baby?” Regina asked, moving a hand down to check her pulse, which felt erratic for sure, but not alarmingly so.

“I feel amazing,” Emma sing-songed through a big, goofy smile, sagging forward in her lap and pressing her face against her shoulder. “Everything is all thick and fuzzy and I’m so happy and horny right now I feel like I have no bones and extra skin,” she rambled out, her words muffled from her dragging her face across Regina’s sternum.

Regina chuckled, tipping her head back to give her girlfriend room as she resumed running her hands up and down her body, nostrils flaring again when they went from smooth, hot skin to her diaper and back again. “That is exactly what I wanted to hear Baby,” she said, biting her bottom lip, seconds away from practically attacking her girlfriend.

Suddenly Emma jerked in her lap and leaned back as she let out a little gasp. “Regina I have to tell you something I realized when we were dancing. I have to tell you now,” she rushed out, tapping her on the shoulder repeatedly. Regina quickly tipped her head back down, brows furrowing slightly. As soon as she had her attention Emma leaned forward again and pressed her lips against her ear. “It has to be our secret though,” she half-giggled, half-whispered as she slowly began rocking her hips. “You can’t tell the others though or they’ll be jealous of us.”

With a perplexed smile, Regina tipped her head to the side to look at her girlfriend out of the corner of her eye before nodding slowly. “Okay, our secret. I promise,” she hummed, putting her ear back by Emma’s lips and digging her fingers into her hips.

“Okay, I’ll tell you,” Emma said before giggling, her breath hot in Regina’s ear. The teen took a deep breath then, obviously finding it incredibly hard to concentrate. “Okay, okay, I realized watching everyone else dance that love is just all chemicals,” she whispered, stressing her words like it had been a breakthrough of epic proportions. Regina couldn’t help but pout a little. She had admittedly been very attached to the idea that she had made Emma believe in love. Thankfully, though, Emma giggled before she could get too sad and pressed a wet kiss against her ear. “Except for our love,” the teen rushed out before leaning back and looking at her with wide, sparkling eyes. “It’s chemical for everyone else except us,” she explained, an impish grin on her face as she tipped her head forward to press their foreheads together and look deep into her eyes. “What we have is magic Regina. I saw it. It was all around us. Just us. It was like a smoky bright aura swirling all around us. Our love is magic.”

And if that wasn’t the most romantic thing Regina had ever heard in her entire life then she didn’t know what was. She had no doubt, given the acid in Emma’s system, that she had seen some magic tonight. Courtesy of the club lighting and smoke machines most likely, but that didn’t matter. They were magic. Oh, she was absolutely going to tell everyone about this. Mal, Elsa, Jasmine, Sula, Navine…She could already hear herself bragging to Kat on the phone. I mean yeah, you and Zee are good together, but are you magical? Do you two have an aura swirling around you? Hell, random strangers were probably going to hear about this whenever she got half the chance to boast about it.

With a wide, dazzling smile on her face, her hands swiftly moved up to cup Emma’s cheeks. “You’re damn right this is magic Baby,” she growled out before surging forward and capturing her lips in a hard, hungry kiss.

Emma let out a surprise little gasp and then giggled, before gripping her shoulders and kissing back. She chuckled against the teen’s lips and then forced her tongue between them, roughly dominating the kiss as her hands greedily roamed all over her firm, hot little body. She slid them up Emma’s chest, grabbing her tits and holding them in the palms of her hands for a moment, admiring how her hard little nipples felt against her palms before she squeezed them both hard enough to make Emma cry out in her mouth. When the teen tried to jerk back from the kiss one of Regina’s hands immediately shot up to tangle in her curls, holding her against her lips as she started to pinch and twist her nipples one after another, kissing her rough and sloppy when she whined and yelped.

Emma had already started rocking her hips down before they’d even started kissing but very quickly her pace went from leisurely to frenzied. Regina let out a dark, slightly sadistic bark of laughter when she realized that the teen was on the brink of cumming already after just a few minutes of rough kissing and nipple play. She wasn’t at all surprised by it. Emma was so responsive to every little thing that she was doing, so overly-sensitive, moaning and shaking and crying out like she was being fucked sideways. It was the effects of the drugs in her system, of course, enhancing her senses to the max. Exactly what Regina was looking to exploit tonight for their mutual pleasure.

She urged Emma on, grabbing a hold of her slim hips and dragging them down against her thighs as she bit and sucked at her lips. Quickly Emma was gasping for air and spasming in her lap and when she came it was sudden and she tossed her head back, letting out a strangled, high-pitched cry. Regina didn’t give her even a second to recover, the beast in her chest already hungry for another orgasm. In a powerful show of muscle, she propelled herself and Emma off of the backseat of the limo and manhandled the quaking teenager onto her back on one of the longer side seats. She was on top of her in a flash, grinding her brief-covered dick hard against her crinkly diaper and roughly shoving her tongue back into her mouth.

Emma could barely kiss her back. She was overwhelmed just gasping for air against her lips, obviously disoriented by the sudden change in position and still reeling from her orgasm. The dazed and confused, half-formed words being slurred into Regina’s mouth were like music to hear ears and she kissed Emma even harder, letting all of her weight rest on the petite teen as thrust her hips down into her. Slowly Emma managed to catch up to the moment, kissing her back, wrapping her arms around her, and digging deep crescent moons into her shoulder blades with her nails.

“I’m gonna fuck you up tonight Baby,” Regina hissed out against the teen’s lips in between kisses, her breathing harsh and hot now. She felt just shy of unhinged with need.

Emma ripped her lips away crying out, “Oh God.” And then she turned her head, gasping for air and eyes wild, lids rapidly blinking. Regina immediately went for her neck, biting down hard on her pulse point, shaking her head, and squeezing the tender flesh between her sharp teeth as her hips ground down into her. Emma cried out again and one of her hands tangled in her hair and squeezed at the roots, not pulling her away, just gripping her short, choppy curls tight. “Regina- Oh- oh fuck! It’s glowing- We’re- I can feel- it’s all me and you…it’s so much- I- it’s inside- wet-” the teen rambled out in between her whines.

Regina had no idea what Emma was babbling on about and for the very first time in their relationship, she didn’t really care what she was saying anyway. She heard exactly one word in all of that and it was the only thing that mattered to her at the moment. One of her hands flew down to Emma’s diaper and she began violently tearing at the tabs. Once she thoroughly mangled them open, she jerked it out from under her with one powerful tug and then tossed it away without a second thought…It landed somewhere behind her. Where? She didn’t care about that either right now.

She released Emma’s neck from her teeth and let out a dark, breathless laugh against her temple when her fingers slipped up the length of her cunt. “Your little pussy is wet Baby. So messy,” she teased into her ear as she ran her fingers lightly up and down the length of her slit and then rubbed her fingers together. The slippery hot feeling made her balls tighten with anticipation. Emma jerked underneath her like she’d just been electrocuted and then let out a loud, truly pitiful-sounding whine from the teasing. “Shh Baby, don’t whine. I like your little pussy messy,” she chuckled darkly before lewdly dragging her tongue across her face and shoving it in her ear.

Messy was honestly a little bit of an understatement. Emma was so wet she was dripping onto the yellow leather below her ass, and in addition to that, her clit was so swollen it was unreal. After the first brush, Regina had to force herself not to touch it because she knew Emma would probably cum right away or moments after. She dipped her fingers lower, swirling them around her tight entrance before sinking two deep inside of her. She let out a low, guttural moan at the way Emma’s cunt pulsed and clenched around them and ground her brief-covered cock against the teen’s leg. It took everything in her not to rip off her briefs right then and just start fucking the life out of her. Emma’s muscles were all spasming erratically from the drugs and she knew that it would feel spectacular around her dick. But she resisted. Whereas she fully planned to nearly kill Emma with stimulation tonight, she wanted to edge herself to the brink of insanity and then at the very end of the night have the mother of all orgasms in her passed-out ass.

Adding a third finger, she started slowly fucking Emma with them, pushing them in all the way to the knuckles, and then dragging them back out, pressing on her g-spot every time. She hovered above her, watching her, studying her reactions as she played with her, a sadistic grin on her face. Beneath her, Emma quaked and trembled, seemingly stuck on the brink of another orgasm, her mouth hanging open as a never-ending string of sharp, choked-out cries escaped her throat. The teen’s eyelids kept slamming shut and then snapping back open like they were spring-loaded and her blown-out pupils were rolling around in her head, completely unfocused, unseeing. Her hands had fallen from Regina’s back to her sides and she was gripping the leather upholstery beneath her, squeezing and clawing at it, like she was trying to tether herself to both it and reality.

Regina held Emma on the brink for several minutes before she sped up the thrusts of her fingers, fucking her harder and faster until the palm of her hand started to produce a wet slapping sound that could just be heard over the heavy metal music still blasting from the front of the limo. Emma’s cries quickly turned guttural, almost wounded-sounding, coming from a place deep in her chest, and her entire body started to clench and unclench so violently it looked like she was being hit from behind with a taser every time Reign hit her g-spot. Breathing harshly, teeth bared, Regina watched her with fiery eyes, counting down in her head until just the “right moment”. And when it finally came, she jammed her thumb down against Emma’s clit just as hard as she fucking could.

Emma’s body spasmed so hard that her entire torso was lifted off of the seat and she let out a loud, garbled noise the likes of which Regina had never heard before. It sounded almost like she was screaming underwater. Regina’s swirled her thumb around Emma’s clit over and over again, drawing more of the cries out of her with every swipe of her thumb, watching as the waves of pleasure completely overwhelmed the teen. Instead of satisfying her, every cry Emma let out just made Regina greedier for more. Touching her wasn’t enough, it wasn’t wrecking her in the way she wanted it to. Her goal was to entirely knock Emma off of this plane of existence, metaphorically speaking.

Near frenzied with lust, she crawled backward down the seat, plunged her head between her legs, and dragged the flat of her tongue up her drenched slit before smashing it against her swollen clit. A loud, lurid groan from the addictively sweet taste exploding across her tongue escaped her throat at the same time that Emma let out an eardrum-shattering howl. Reflexively, the teen tried to get away from her mouth and the overwhelming feeling, bucking and twisting her narrow hips like crazy, and she had to slam an arm down across her stomach to keep her still. She was immediately relentless, battering her clit over and over again with the flat of her tongue and sucking it between her lips and teeth almost viciously. She worked a hand in under her chin and shoved three fingers back inside of her cunt, pushing them in deep and hard and fast, fucking her and licking her clit at the same time like a woman possessed.

Emma's cries became continuous as one orgasm blended into another until it was a non-stop volley of half-formed gibberish words and seemingly every sound her vocal cords were capable of producing. Regina kept at her, lewdly slurping at her clit, slamming her fingers in and out of her, never giving her any moments to come down from her high. She quickly lost track of time and the number of Emma’s orgasms, her attention becoming extremely narrow, focused solely on drawing out more of the hot liquid coating her tongue and feeling the teen’s pussy wrapped around her fingers.

When she did finally let up her assault, it was only because her neck hurt from holding it at such a fucked up angle for so long and her fingers were starting to cramp. Chest heaving and head spinning, she got up onto her knees and very gracelessly shuffled backward down the side seat until she could sit down next to Emma’s feet. With a breathless, dazed chuckle she looked down at her girlfriend and grinned like the devil himself. Emma was totally out of it, her eyes barely open slits, breathing shallow and fast, muscles twitching, body trembling and jerking from aftershocks; there was the wrecked mess Regina had been desiring. And the night was hardly close to being done with.

Still breathing hard as fuck and feeling extremely over-heated she patted Emma on one of her shins with a little laugh before shuffling back to the seat in the back and collapsing onto it. With a few blind slaps of her hand, she succeeded in hitting the button to roll down the side mirror and the blast of fresh, cold air that hit her square in the face felt like heaven. She didn’t think twice about reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra and chucking it across the limo. Tits free, she closed her eyes for a moment, tipping up her chin with a serene little smile on her lips as she let the wind dry the sweat clinging to her her skin.

Once her head felt somewhat clear she got the bearings of where they were. In the time that she’d been playing with Emma, Jefferson had managed to get out of the congested downtown traffic and they were cruising along the thoroughfare at breakneck speed now, only rarely getting caught at any traffic lights. Still, she figured they were fifteen to twenty minutes away from home at the very least. She looked back at Emma then and chuckled, thoroughly amused by the sight of her girlfriend. The teen was so far beyond out of it to the point Regina that wasn’t even sure if she knew where she was right now. She was still breathing a little rough, still shaking from the intense orgasms she’d just had, but her eyes were wide open and un-focused, head tilted to the side. She looked like she’d been hypnotized by the blurry city lights streaking past the tinted windows and the heavy bass thrumming beneath her naked body. Her lips were also slowly moving like she was saying something, but Regina couldn’t hear even a whisper from just a few feet away.

Keeping one eye on her girlfriend, she rolled the window back up and then dragged the diaper bag into her lap. She quickly pulled out the other buttplug she’d brought along and set it aside, along with the lube and baby wipes, and then retrieved her lighter and the blunt she’d brought along and lit the fuck up. As she leaned back against the plush leather upholstery, exhaling a massive cloud of smoke and gazing at Emma who was literally, voluntarily, one hundred percent at her mercy right now, Regina had never felt so amazing. It was a truly addictive, heady feeling; a combination of power and dominance the likes of which she had been searching for for her entire life but that had always felt just out of her reach. Total control without a hint of reserve or apprehension about there being any negative consequences. She knew Emma, really knew her, trusted they were on the same page with their desires here.

Eyes still trained on Emma, she took another long, deep hit off of the blunt and was suddenly hit with a burst of inspiration brought on by her previous line of thought. Looking around, she commandeered a glass from the minibar to hold her blunt and then went digging back into the diaper bag for Emma’s phone. Back at the house, in the playroom, the teen had set up enough recording equipment to put most mainstream porn production companies to shame. Like seriously, not a single o-face or cum-shot would be missed no matter what position they got twisted up into considering just how many cameras Emma had installed.

She had just smiled and handed over her card for all of the online purchases. And then she’d just as happily whipped out her meager collection of power tools to mount it all. Truly she thanked whatever Gods were listening for sending her a girlfriend with a voyeuristic kink that more than rivaled her own. When she dragged Emma into the playroom soon, all she had to do was hit a button on a laptop and everything would be good to go from there. And in a few days, or probably just like, one knowing Emma, they’d have their very own professional quality sex tape to watch whenever the mood struck. That said, she knew that Emma would love some bonus content to add to it.

Opening up the camera on her phone now, she trained it on her and started taking pictures, leaning to and fro to capture the teen from several different angles before moving back over to sit by her feet and get some close-ups. And as a side note, she was perfectly aware that all the pictures she was taking were, in fact, highly illegal. And that’s not even mentioning the veritable studio set up at the house. Every picture saved to Emma’s phone and all the premium footage she was about to hit capture on in about twenty minutes had the potential to end up with an evidence tag someday if she played her cards wrong. Or Jesus, Mary, and Joseph fucking forbid the house got broken into or they get hacked. This was the kind of shit even their money couldn’t scrub off of the internet.

But she wasn’t even stressing about any of that right now; not even a moment of hesitation. She trusted Emma. They’d talked about doing this exactly as it was going down for months and she believed her when she said she wanted this experience just as badly. And if the actual genius said that their phones and the system at home were secure then she believed her about that as well. And as extra insurance, there was still the insane, military-grade security system Zelena had forcibly gifted her as a housewarming present to fall back on. A particularly robust raccoon waddling across the backyard could set that damn thing off.

The last picture she took was actually a selfie, grinning like the devil at the camera with Emma over her shoulder stretched out behind her. She put the phone up then and grabbed the baby wipes and butt plug before settling down on her knees on the plushly carpeted floorboard right next to Emma’s hips. The teen seemed to be completely oblivious to her presence, relaxed now, her eyes still focused on the window, lips still slowly moving. Regina grabbed her blunt and took a long drag off of it, blowing the smoke out over her naked body as she leered down at her and squeezed her cock through her briefs. The smoke hovered in a fragrant cloud, creating little tendrils that swirled around in the air above Emma’s face, drawing her attention away from the window. The teen jerked a little, eyes widening when she realized she was kneeling right next to her, and then she smiled almost shyly. “Regina, Mommy. You’re here too,” she exclaimed in a hushed tone, sounding extremely surprised by it.

“I am Baby, I’m right here,” Regina chuckled, her lips curling up into an amused smirk. She wondered where Emma was in her mind right now, before she could ask though the teen volunteered the information.

“It’s space…the stars, they’re out there,” Emma said, rolling her head back towards the window and holding up a hand to point at it. “I made it. Did you take me here?” she asked in an awed tone.

Regina’s smirk transformed into a highly amused grin and she had to tuck her chin against her neck and squeeze her eyes shut to keep from cackling. Oooooh Emma was OUT, out of it now. She took a very deep breath before she opened her eyes again and then she reached over to put a finger under the teen’s chin and gently redirect her attention back to herself. “I did take you here Baby,” she hummed before leaning over to softly press her lips against her stomach. If her love believed they were off in space together, who was she to destroy the illusion?

The smooth skin under her lips was flushed, still sweaty from all the dancing and orgasms, and she felt the muscles underneath it quiver. She kissed her again, opening her mouth, tasting the sweat on her skin, and Emma let out a little gasp in response. Chuckling, she moved her kisses lower to her belly button and when she dipped her tongue inside the teen jerked, her hips coming up off of the the seat. Grinning, Regina straightened back up and gently nudged her, urging her to roll over onto her stomach. “Be good and roll over for me Emma. I’m going to take you even further out now Baby,” she crooned softly, cock thrumming almost painfully in her briefs. She was so fucking horny that she’d slowly started to hump the seat in front of her like she was thirteen again and it was her mattress.

Emma very clearly had no idea where she was or what she was doing but she still obediently rolled over all the same, mumbling something about the moon as she did it. Chuckling softly, Regina bit her bottom lip and ran a hand down Emma’s back, her nails lightly scratching the expanse of flawless, baby-soft skin. Emma shivered and arched up towards her touch. Licking her lips, her eyes focused on the diamond butt plug sticking nestled firmly between the teen’s asscheeks, she traced her finger around the stone’s contours for a couple of moments before she hooked her fingers around it and started twisting it. In response, Emma began to squirm and let out a low, whimpery moan as she tried to look over her shoulder at her.

“Shh, it’s okay Baby,” Regina hummed, rubbing her free hand up and down Emma’s back and smiling like a maniac at the confused expression on her face. In her drugged-up haze, Emma had clearly forgotten that there was currently a butt plug in her ass and that a bigger one was on the way.

Eyes flitting up to the window for a second, Regina realized they were almost home now, already creeping through their quiet neighborhood of mini-mansions with just a few more turns to take before Jefferson backed into the garage. Looking back down at Emma’s ass with eyes filled with delight, she bit her bottom lip considering her options for a few moments. And then she let out one little chuckle before rather indelicately just yanking the plug out with zero fanfare. Emma didn’t jerk so much as she flailed, letting out a sharp yelp of surprise and trying to roll over and crawl away simultaneously. Fighting back a bubble of laughter, Regina quickly set the plug aside and grabbed the larger one before leaning over the teen, holding her down on her stomach with her body weight. “Shhh, it’s okay my love, it’s okay,” she husked into her ear, breath hot and heavy as she blindly pressed the new plug against her asshole.

“Too fast! Wha- s’ cold,” Emma whined, shaking her head and trying to roll over again.

“I’m sorry Baby,” Regina chuckled, barely having to exert any force to keep her down. “It’ll warm up fast I promise,” she teased, rotating just the tip inside of her for a few moments before she popped it in all the way with one firm push. Emma flailed again, crying out and rubbing her face against the upholstery. Chuckling, Regina leaned back and wiped her hands off quickly before taking advantage of the squirming of her skinny little hips. Throwing all of her weight forwards, she pressed her face against the teen’s back and laughed, shoving a hand underneath her and going straight for her clit.

The moan Emma let out was unlike any moan she had ever heard from the teen -long and tawdry, from deep in her chest. “Oh there we go Baby,” she chuckled when Emma immediately stopped fighting her, stretching out underneath her like a cat instead and then raising her hips up. “Does that feel good?” She teased as she rubbed wide, rough circles around her clit.

“Yea-uh- yeah-huh, so good,” Emma rambled, nodding her head repeatedly and clawing at the seat cushion in front of her. Regina watched her girlfriend start rocking against her hand and bit her bottom lip, squeezing her cock through her briefs as she tilted her head to the side and just admired the view. She’d been a little worried that Emma was gonna pass out cold before she could even get her upstairs but it looked like the teen had gotten her second wind. And just in time too. Looking up out the window she noted they were minutes away from pulling into the driveway and an excited, somewhat primal feeling chill ran up and down her spine.

Eyes moving back and forth from Emma to the window, she sped up the pace of her rubbing, tightening the circles around Emma’s clit and rushing her to the edge with practiced ease. Enthusiastic was one word to describe Emma’s reaction. Animalistic might have been a better one though. The teen quickly went from steadily rocking against her hand to humping it for all she was worth, snapping her slim hips to and fro so hard and fast that Regina nearly struggled to keep up with her. It didn’t help that her attention was split.

She watched out the window as Jefferson eased to a stop on their sleepy street before expertly swinging the massive limo around and backing in all the way up the long driveway. Her pulse spiked when the inside of her garage suddenly came into view, focus narrowing, and her free hand shot up to Emma’s ass to push hard on the plug nestled inside of it. Emma hit her peak immediately, arching her back and crying out as she started squirting all over her hand and the seat. She rushed to shove the teen’s face down into the seat cushion to stifle her cries before Jefferson turned off the engine and the blasting music right along with it. Moments later, after he opened his door and got out, she could hear him laughing to himself and she chuckled and rolled her eyes, knowing she’d failed by a few seconds at least.

From there it was a plan that she and Jefferson had executed so many times over the years that it had become something of a “thing” of theirs. After closing his door he rapped the first five notes of Shave and a Haircut against the window with his knuckles, code for, “All good boss?” And in response, she stretched an arm up to slap the window twice. Two Bits, all good. He’d leave the limo sticking out of her garage overnight to deal with tomorrow, taking her Benz home instead so she didn’t have to put a pause on the debauchery at hand. Listening to him walk around the limo and get into her Benz, still laughing to himself, she grinned and shook her head. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed their little routine. Jefferson just got her.

She didn’t bother getting either of them redressed, just like she didn’t bother to gather up Emma’s used diaper or the diaper bag. She’d deal with it all in the morning before Jefferson swung by to drop off her car and pick the Pokelimo up. And he would then take it to a detailer to get the pot and sex smells out before dropping it off. No harm, no foul. She waited for him to get all of the way out of her driveway before she moved, watching him creep down her driveway as she gently rubbed Emma’s stomach just above her pussy while the teen gasped and shook against the seat. Once the taillights on her Benz disappeared around the tall hedges bordering her front lawn, she looked down at her girlfriend and licked her lips. “Time for some real fun now,” she murmured with a soft, cold chuckle before she began the rather strenuous task of getting her out of the limo.

Emma could not stand, that much was clear when the teen nearly faceplanted the moment Regina wasn’t holding onto her. It was like her center of gravity had been completely obliterated and she couldn’t help but sway from side to side as if invisible waves were rocking her. Regina was fucking love it. She half frog-marched, half carried the teen from behind to the garage door that led into her kitchen, chuckling the entire way. Emma was trying to talk, asking where they were from the sound of it, but her words were nearly completely illegible due to how badly she was slurring them. “We’re home Baby,” Regina breathed hotly into her ear, nipping the flushed lobe between her teeth before she turned the door handle and marched her through the threshold.

Just as soon as she had the door locked and the security system armed, she picked Emma up bridal style and carried her straight to the elevator. She was glad she’d saved her strength earlier as much as she had because Emma was dead weight in her arms. Between the way her head was tilted back towards the floor and how her legs and arms were just swinging lifelessly to and fro, Regina was sure it looked like she was carrying a corpse through the dark first floor of her home.

But Emma was still very much alive. And awake. Her eyes were open, watching the world move around her upside down, and on the ride up the elevator, she randomly began mumbling what sounded like random science facts to Regina. The planet Venus spins clockwise, grass is green because of chlorophyll, energy equals mass times the speed of light squared…stuff like that. She just rolled her eyes with a little huff and readjusted the teen in her arms as they slowly ascended to the third floor.

Sometimes she wanted to go toe to toe with Emma’s brain; demand it to leave her alone. Rolling on acid, three sheets to the wind, and it was still just beeping and booping away in there like a miniature supercomputer; spitting out the facts and equations that had been hammered into every available spare inch of it. When Regina threw open the brass elevator door, her expression was intense and determined. She was going to shut it up for a while at least.

She first dumped Emma out on the bed when they entered the playroom. The teen bounced and then rolled across the mattress more or less to the middle, landing on her back and looking all around in confusion. Smirking, Regina strode over to the little desk set up in the corner of the room and jiggled the hot-pink mouse around. Just as Emma had promised, all she had to do was type in a password then and when that screen disappeared, the first thing she saw in front of her was a big red record button standing out in the middle of a bunch of stuff she didn’t understand. Licking her lips, she clicked on it and then stood back, her eyes dancing with delight as a dozen little boxes popped up on the screen all capturing the room and particularly the bed. She studied the screen for a few seconds, her eyes dancing over the boxes, until she located the one she was closest to so she could shoot it a saucy little wink. For future Emma’s benefit of course. She was the one who had to edit this all together after all.

Gripping her cock through her briefs, she went over to a long dresser in the other corner of the room and gathered up an assortment of toys from it. She’d thankfully reached some kind of mind-over-matter situation with her dick. She was painfully hard for sure, the silver ring clamped tightly around the base of it made sure of that, but she didn’t feel at all crazy with desire to fuck Emma silly right now. She knew her moment was coming up shortly and that drawing it out was only going to make her orgasm that much more enjoyable.

Carrying her little trove of treasures over to the nightstand, she chuckled down at Emma. The teen was watching her movements with wide, glossy eyes, and her lips were still moving but no sound was coming out as she gripped the top sheet tightly between her fingers and rubbed her legs together. She looked hypnotized by her and Regina definitely didn’t hate that. Chuckling, she dragged Emma further up the bed until her head was on a pillow before crawling on and straddling her waist.

Emma’s eyes tracked her movement and as soon as she settled above her, the teen put both hands on her thighs, running them up and down and looking at them with an awed expression. Regina tipped back her head and let out an almost delirious-sounding laugh just short of a cackle before looking back down at her girlfriend. Reaching down she laced their fingers together and pulled her hands away, drawing them up over her head and leaning over her as she did until she was hovering over her face-to-face.

Emma looked up at her with big wide eyes and swallowed a few times before tipping her head back against the pillow. “Where is this? I mean- where am I?” She asked once again, looking to both sides before looking up again, her beautiful eyes swimming with confusion.

Regina bit her bottom lip. She could practically taste the helplessness rolling off Emma in waves. “Here with me, of course” she teased softly, smirking down at her. Emma started to ask her something else and she chuckled softly and shook her head before she could get a word out. “Ah-ah-ah, quiet now, Baby,” she hummed before closing the distance between them to press their lips together firmly.

“Okay,” Emma mumbled against her lips in response before attempting to kiss back.

And it was definitely an “attempt”. She couldn’t seem to get her tongue, lips, and breath to all work together congruently. Regina was happy to take advantage of her temporary lack of coordination too; roughly shoving her tongue into Emma’s mouth and nipping at her lips, sucking on her tongue, purposefully overwhelming her with force and speed until she started to let out high-pitched, frustrated whines. She took pity on her after enjoying her whines for several moments, of course, and moved her attention to her flushed little neck so that Emma could just focus on not hyperventilating. The teen also managed to focus on grabbing her thighs again, followed shortly by her ass, and she chuckled against her neck at the feeling of her fingers digging in like she was holding on for dear life.

Once Regina was satisfied with the massive hickey she’d been working on, she sat back up and looked down at Emma, drinking in the dazed expression on her face and how flushed she was; her entire face and upper torso were just the brightest shade of red Regina had ever seen on her girlfriend. Biting her bottom lip, she leaned over, reaching to the side table to grab a large white, plushy feather, and a simple pair of tweezer nipple clamps. Just to start out with.

Settling back on top of Emma, she grinned down at her and lightly shook the feather in her face. Emma giggled, somewhat. It was muted and slow, like the wide smile that stretched across her face as she turned her head to the side, trying to escape the tickling feeling. Regina ran it across the hickey she’d just given her before moving the plume down to her chest to tease her pert nipples. She chuckled softly when Emma let out a whiny little moan. “Does that feel good Baby?” She hummed running the feather back and forth across her chest.

Emma nodded and then squeezed her eyes shut for a moment before opening them up seemingly just as wide as she could. “Yeah, it’s good,” she said with a nod, clearly struggling to coherently get the three simple words out.

“Good,” Regine chuckled softly.

She spent several minutes just amusing herself with the feather; gently teasing it across Emma’s upper torso until the teenager started panting and shaking just slightly underneath her. When she was ready to put the nipple clamps on her, she spent a few moments swirling the feather around in her face, distracting her, and expertly got the first one on with one hand. Emma immediately cried out, jerking hard and already reaching to try and get the clamp off. “Ah-ah-ah,” Regina hummed, dropping the feather and easily pinning her hands back down to the bed at her sides.

She looked down at her for a second, considering her options. She had never gotten over her random aversion to tying Emma up and finding out about the abuse she’d suffered as a child had just compounded it. She had purchased a few silk ropes that had breakaway releases Emma could use if she needed to, but they were still in the packaging they came in, an indicator of her interest in even trying them out. And besides that, Emma was shaking underneath her, squirming, weakly trying to get her hands free, and she loved that fucking feeling. She also just didn’t really think that she needed to tie Emma’s hands down, not her good girl.

Biting her bottom lip, she leaned over the teen to kiss her; distract her from the pain. “You’re a good girl right Baby? My good girl?” She husked against her lips as she slowly started rocking her hips.

“Yes, I’m good!” Emma loudly whined in response.

“Yes, you are,” Regina cooed softly, nodding and tightening her fingers around Emma’s wrists. She had to fight back a chuckle. Emma was getting a little hard to understand due to how badly she slurred her words, but she’d still picked up more than a hint of very Emma-like indignation in her tone. Like how dare Regina question her good girl status when she was the one who “gave it to her”? She also noted that despite sounding and looking like she was completely trashed and moments away from passing out, Emma was for lack of a better term, more present than she’d been since the acid hit her system. At least she didn’t seem to be hallucinating anymore or asking where she was. Leaning over she started peppering her face with soft, sweet kisses. “You are my good girl,” she hummed, keeping up the kisses while she forced her hands underneath her between her lower back and the mattress. “So be my good girl and leave your hands here okay? Let me play with you? I promise it will feel good soon,” she said, pouting against Emma’s lips like she was being sorely put down upon here by Emma refusing her desire to hurt her a little.

It worked. Of course. Emma’s face crumpled up for a moment, her eyes watery and cloudy with confusion, and then she nodded her head. “Okay,” she said, sniffling and shifting to get comfortable with her hands under her back.

“There’s my good girl,” Regina hummed, kissing Emma on the forehead to hide the truly sinister smile on her face.

Sitting back up, she lightly raked her nails down Emma’s torso before focusing on the nipple she hadn’t put a clamp on yet. She teased the stiff little peak for a few moments, tracing her nails around it, watching the way it made Emma swallow and roll her head. Regina felt a little bad honestly. Her own tits were very much the main stars of their relationship. She really didn’t ever take advantage of how sensitive Emma’s were, always too laser-focused on getting inside of her pussy. Leaning over, she covered the rosebud with her mouth, swirling her tongue around it at the same time she reached up to apply pressure to the clamp on her other nipple. Beneath her Emma jerked hard, arching up her back at first and then bowing it, away from the duel sensations. She groaned against the hot skin in her mouth, her eyebrows pinching together as her cock twitched in her briefs. Leaning up just a little, she lightly blew on it, producing a strangled little moan out of Emma before quickly reaching up to put the second clamp on. Emma jerked again, harder than she had when she put the first one on, and she let out a loud, sharp sob that made Regina’s blood burn. But she didn’t move her hands. They stayed right where they were supposed to.

Sitting back up, Regina started tweaking and twisting both clamps, experimenting, but cautiously. She wanted to have her fun for sure, force out as many delicious little sobs and whines as she could, but she didn’t want to push her luck tonight. One thing they had not done yet that was still on the agenda for the future was seeing just how high Emma’s exceptionally high pain tolerance really went. Regina wanted to find out. Of course, she did. But she knew that they both needed to be completely sober when that happened and more importantly, she wanted Emma physically healthier first. More meat on her bones so to speak. Then she’d break out the Japanese clover nipple clamps and the spanking cane made of willow that she had stashed in the closet.

She kept up her play with the nipple clamps for several minutes, twisting them from side to side, adjusting the pressures, pulling on them until Emma nearly screamed…The whole time she hovered above her, watching her, drinking in all of her reactions with an increasingly sadistic glee. She’d mostly forgotten about the dozen or so cameras pointed directly at them, but she made damn sure to lean far enough back that the one directly over the bed had a full shot of Emma’s face and chest. She was positive that just a screenshot from it could get her hard at a funeral.

Once she was finally satisfied with her little game of playing with Emma’s nipples, she crawled off of her to sit back on her heels by her side. Stroking one hand soothingly up and down her heaving torso, she reached with the other over to the side table and plucked up a small, but extremely powerful bullet vibrator. To say she was excited about what she had planned next would be an understatement and her hand shook as evidence as she hit one of the the buttons on the side, turning it on to its lowest setting, a gentle buzzing. Eyes focused on Emma’s face, she pushed the vibrator down against her stomach, right above her belly button.

Emma froze for a split-second when she first felt the buzzing, and then she tipped her head back against the mattress and let out a small, whimpered, “Oh.”

“Oh indeed, Baby,” Regina softly chuckled as she began drawing slow circles around her belly button with the vibrator. Licking her lips she watched the muscles in Emma’s stomach twitch and clench with every rotation and then started to trail it further down, almost agonizingly slow. When she slid it in between her legs, pressing the gentle vibration right against her clit, Emma sucked in a deep breath and then let out a long whimpery moan. “Oh, does that feel good, My Love?” Regina asked, sounding warm and loving despite the inferno raging just beneath her skin. Her cock was so fucking hard it was painful and the front of her briefs were nearly soaked in precum.

“Yeah, yeah,” Emma slurred out, nodding her head in every direction and swallowing a few times before tipping her head back against the mattress and raising her hips up.

“I told you it would,” Regina chuckled softly, smirking at the teenager and shaking her head. She kept the vibrator on the lower settings for the next several minutes, expertly playing Emma’s body like a fine instrument. The whole time her eyes stayed riveted on her face, drinking in her reactions, savoring every sweet little moan and whimper she let out as she pushed her closer and closer to an orgasm. After giving Emma many, many orgasms since they’d met, she knew when she was getting close as surely af if it were herself. Besides the fact that her skinny little hips were rocking like crazy, the high-pitched tone of her whining was a dead giveaway; she could have picked them out in a room full of crying puppies.

“You’re doing so good Baby,” she hummed, stroking her free hand up and down Emma’s torso from her cunt to her throat and back again while keeping the vibrator right up against her clit. Emma cried out in response to the affirmation and she chuckled softly, knowing what she had planned next. So, so many “good girls”.

When Emma came, it was with a sharp whine followed by a low, lurid moan that made Regina’s toes curl under her ass. She helped extend the orgasm as long as she could, keeping the vibrator pressed gently against her clit and whispering sweet little affirmations at her. When the teen eventually collapsed back against the bed and started squeezing her legs together, Regina lifted the vibrator just a few inches with a truly devilish look in her eyes. “That felt good, didn’t it Baby?” She hummed softly, reaching out with her free hand to brush her wild curls away from her face.

“Yeah- yes,” Emma slurred out, nodding her head several times before tipping it back against the mattress and swallowing. Regina chuckled looking down at her body, watching how she squirmed and twitched like she couldn’t stay still. Smirking, she clicked the button on the side of the vibrator several times, turning up the power. It was still only at about fifty percent of what it was capable of doing, but considering how low she’d had it, it was a substantial jump. Hearing the vibrations, Emma tilted her head forward, trying to focus her glazy eyes on the toy and letting out a very pathetic, confused-sounding little, “What?”

“It’s okay Baby,” Regina hummed, leaning over to press her lips against her forehead. “It’s going to feel even better this time, I promise,” she said, shoving the vibrator against her clit quickly before she could realize what was about to happen. Emma jerked hard, coming up off the mattress a full inch or so before slamming back down. Smiling with her teeth, looking half-deranged, Regina fought to keep the toy over her cunt, pressing her back firmly against the bed with her free hand in the middle of her chest.

“Wait-”, Emma choked out, shaking her head and attempting to push her hand off her chest and roll onto her side at the same time.

“Shh my good girl, let me make you feel good again,” Regina said, excitedly shifting on her calves and looking down at her with eyes filled with sadistic delight. If Emma was already crying out for a breather now, she’d surely be sobbing her head off in no time. She also loved the fact that even though the teen was saying “wait” and trying to push her hand away, she’d spread her thighs back out just as far as they could go.

She took Emma to the edge just as hard and fast as she could before forcing her over it. She knew exactly what she was doing, keeping the toy pressed firmly against her clit and humming so many sweet little affirmations that she had the teen beside herself; practically overdosing on all of the “good girls”. When she came it was with a loud, open-mouthed cry and she immediately clamped her legs together after the initial wave hit her. “No, no more,” she gasped out, trembling like crazy and trying to curl onto her side away from Regina and the toy even as her body was being rocked with aftershocks.

Something snapped inside of Regina at that moment; a very tenuous self-control she’d only barely been hanging onto since the moment she met Emma. A rush of sadistic, manic energy coursed through her body like lightning, running down her spine and going straight to her cock. In the very, very back recess of her mind, she reminded herself that she and Emma had talked this fantasy out back and forth over a hundred times. She had enthusiastic consent here not to hold herself back. There were a dozen cameras pointed at her holding her accountable. And, more importantly, she knew her girlfriend, even if she was three fucking sheets to the wind. She could definitely take more. And she was going to.

“Oh no, Baby,” Regina chuckled, slapping away Emma’s hand. “We’re just getting started,” she explained before swiftly throwing a leg over her stomach to straddle her once more, this time facing her pussy. “Mommy’s going to make you feel good again now,” she said, looking over her shoulder at the teen with a smirk. “Real good,” she added before looking back down at Emma’s pussy, ramping the power on the vibrator up to full blast, and mashing it back up against her clit with a vengeance.

Regina lost track of how long she played with Emma like that, holding her down with her body weight, and keeping the toy on her the entire time. She also quickly lost track of how many orgasms she gave her. There were three more for sure, but after that, it was like Emma was caught in the throes of one neverending climax. She quaked underneath Regina; writhed like she was being electrocuted. She begged and pleaded for her to stop at first but just like her orgasms, her pleas turned into one long cry, each sobbed word more indecernable than the last.

Regina never stopped talking to her while she played with her; directing a non-stop stream of praises and ‘good girls’ over her shoulder at her, knowing that each one was just overwhelming Emma all the more. She felt frenzied…possessed almost to be honest; completely single-minded in her goal of making Emma cum ‘one more time’ over and over again until finally, the teen let out one, long wail of a cry, jerked so hard beneath her it was like a semi-truck had just hit her, and then went completely slack after letting out one last pathetic little whimpery cry.
Regina’s head immediately whipped around, her eyes greedily taking in the thoroughly depraved and ruined look of her unconscious girlfriend. The beast in her chest roared with victory at the sight. She turned off the toy, throwing it aside before getting off Emma and turning to look at her properly. Oh, she was out. Like OUT out.

Regina entered a little bit of a trance, looking down at Emma, watching as her ragged breathing petered off and some of the bright red flush left her face. This was the moment she had been waiting for, dreaming about even, ever since this “scene” had first been brought up between the two of them. All she had left to do now was roll over Emma onto her stomach, shove a few pillows under her, yank the plug out of her ass, and then she could fuck it just as hard and long as she wanted to. She didn’t do that. She almost did, like her hands were already reaching out to flip her girlfriend over like a piece of meat on the grill, but she stopped herself at the last possible moment.

Making a decision, she leaped backward off of the bed, landing on her feet and hopping in place like a pent-up boxer. As badly as she wanted to just go wild, she wanted to wait even more. She was too out of control at the moment. Emma had just passed out and she wanted to give her at least thirty minutes to really “fall under”. Let her get into that good REM sleep. And besides that, she knew that every minute she postponed her own long-awaited orgasm would make it just that much better. At this rate, she put the odds of passing out herself seconds after nutting at fifty-fifty. She was going to see fucking stars for sure.

For a few moments, Regina continued to hop in place, looking down at Emma with an almost forlorn expression on her face, before she looked away and took a deep breath. It helped to clear her mind. She needed to get out of the room, obviously. Put some distance between them so she could calm down a bit. Distract herself. She’d go get their pajamas set out for bed and then grab their phones and the diaper bag out of the limo. It also occurred to her then that she was fucking starving. Unsurprising considering the light dinner they’d had and the copious amount of whiskey she’d consumed in the last few hours.

Shaking out her hands, Regina took a very deep breath before looking back down at Emma. Carefully, she took off the nipple clamps that had stayed on the teen’s chest the entire time and carried them back over to the dresser with a growing smirk. Guess that answered the question of whether or not she needed to bother with tying her up. Not her good girl. Through all of those orgasms, she had kept her hands tucked under her lower back. They were definitely going to see how far they could push that trick at a later date but she wanted them both sober for it.

She gave herself one last lurid glance at the peaceful rise and fall of Emma’s chest before she got out of the room fast and she carried that speed into the bedroom to get their pajamas laid out. Now that she had noticed how hungry she was it was all she could think about. Not wanting to risk waking Emma up with the elevator, she practically jogged down the spiral staircase and then made a beeline for the garage. She forgot that the limo was sticking halfway out of it until her feet hit the freezing concrete and she reflexively jerked, her eyes darting towards her dark front lawn and the street beyond it just visible between her hedges. Still wearing naught but her briefs, the low temperature in the garage felt like a bucket of water to her bare tits. But it was good; refreshing. The cold, crisp breeze making its way into the dimly lit garage helped to clear her head and when she walked back into the house with their phones and the diaper bag she felt a lot calmer and more focused. Ten minutes later she saddled up to the kitchen island with a sandwich that would have made her mother throw a fucking conniption fit if she’d seen it. Heavily influenced by the liquor still left in her system, she let her growling stomach dictate what went on it and that included damn near half the things she currently had in her fridge. In the dim lighting of her kitchen, all alone at two in the morning, she happily, and shamelessly started devouring it like a woman who’d been denied food for weeks.

After inhaling the first half of her sandwich, she slowed down enough to turn her attention to her phone. Her brows furrowed together just slightly when she unlocked it and saw her notifications. One text from Mal that had just come in, okay. But a text message AND a phone call from Kat about thirty minutes ago had the potential to be something. Kat rarely called out of the blue and actually considered doing so to be a bit of an unforgivable social faux pas. The international banking queen also had all of the global time zone conversions memorized and had to have known she probably wouldn’t be picking up when she called.

Regina let out an audible grumble around the massive bite of food in her mouth and glared down at her phone. She didn’t wanna deal with something. Especially not right now of all times. Swallowing her bite, she opened up Kat’s text, noting that it had come in minutes after the phone call, and then immediately breathed a small sigh of relief upon reading it. Her best friend said it was dire that they speak at once and in “Kat speak”, dire meant it wasn’t truly a big deal, she just wanted to talk about something real quick but it could wait; always had. The last time something had been dire it was to make sure her schedule was clear for a Kesha concert six months in advance. Knowing that, she didn’t feel at all bad about not calling her back.

Moving on to Mal’s text, it was fortuitous that she hadn’t taken another bite of her sandwich yet because the loud bark of laughter she let out at just the sight of it was purely reflexive and she probably would have ended up choking to death. God fucking forbid a groggy Emma wake up to that scene in the morning. Taking a deep breath she looked back down at the text with a grin. It was so long. Mal always over-explained herself when she was the good, excited kind of nervous about something. Regina read it a few times as she finished her sandwich, chuckling between bites. Four entire paragraphs just to let her know Sula had let her out of her promised duties for the night, but instead of taking Mulan straight back to her apartment, she was taking her out to get some very early breakfast first. But then she would take her straight home. And then she’d message Regina again to let her know that she’d gotten her home safely. Regina felt like bowing to an imaginary audience and barely resisted the urge to tease her friend, simply replying with an, “Okay, drive safe. Ttyt <3”. But there would be teasing in the very near future.

This was practically a date. Their first date. Already. She was calling it. Mal wasn’t just taking Mulan out to any random place for breakfast, she was taking the teen to her favorite diner in the entire world; a little twenty-four-hour, greasy-spoon, truck stop off the highway on the northernmost outskirts of the city. The first time Mal had taken Regina there she’d been sure that she would either get murdered or dysentery but instead she got the very best service and club sandwich she’d ever had in her entire life. Mal kept the secret spot close to her chest, and to Regina’s knowledge, had never once taken a potential partner to it; or even someone she was actually dating for that matter. Suffice to say, walking back upstairs Regina was feeling on top of the world and that feeling only grew with every step she took. Everything she wanted to happen was happening as if predestined by her design. And now? Now it was time she got her just reward for being so patient all night.

Stalking towards the door to the playroom she was practically giving off visible sparks of highly-charged, dominant sexual energy, her expression becoming sharp and serious as blood began rushing past her ears, spine straight, strides long and confident…She paused momentarily at the door, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, grounding herself, and then very quietly, she turned the ornate handle and slipped back into the room. Emma was still exactly where she had left her, sound asleep in the middle of the bed splayed out like a ragdoll. She hadn’t moved a muscle in her wrought-out body from the looks of it. Regina’s eyes traced over her naked form appreciatively before she turned back to the door to lock it, for cinematic effect. And then she dimmed the lighting in the room to its lowest setting before walking over to the bed and setting their phones down on the side table. Lastly, she flipped on the small lamp built into the table, also to its lowest setting and also a cinematic choice. Emma had a more detailed vision for this part than she did and she was more than happy to indulge her.

Pulse racing, she looked down at Emma with dark, hooded eyes and slowly began pushing down the hemline of her briefs. She let out a soft hiss followed by a long sigh of relief when her heavy cock sprang out, the head purple and swollen, skin overly sensitive from hours of neglect. Wrapping a hand around it, she squeezed it firmly and let her briefs fall to the floor before kicking them off out of the way. Expression intense, nostrils flaring, she carefully got onto the bed and crawled over to hover above Emma on her hands and knees, staring down at her slumbering face from just inches away, studying her, thinking...

She was aware that she had to look immensely creepy at the moment, but seeing how that was kind of the point, she allowed herself to fully lean into it, dipping her head down and pressing her face against Emma’s neck, deeply breathing in her scent. “You’re so fucking perfect Baby,” she grumbled against her pulse point, dragging her tongue across it. Bracing herself with one hand, she began running her free one up and down Emma’s limp body from her pussy to her tits.
As she became more and more confident that Emma was not going to wake up, her groping started getting rougher and rougher; dragging her fingers through her pussy, squeezing her breasts, her rosebud nipples still red and swollen from their earlier mistreatment.

She also started rambling in between sloppy, open-mouthed kisses against her neck and shoulders like a woman possessed, as she was prone to doing. “So beautiful and perfect; like you were made for me,” she slurred out, roughly shoving three fingers into her cunt and curling them downwards so that she could push on the plug in her ass. Underneath her, Emma didn’t make so much as a faint whisper of a sound, didn’t move a muscle save the steady rise and fall of her chest, and it drove her crazier than any moaning or crying could have at that moment.

Head spinning and eyes completely blown out with lust, she rose up onto her knees and quickly grabbed a bottle of lube off of the nightstand before snatching up the two, thick pillows from the top of the bed to lay Emma over. The teen let out a few, faint unhappy noises in her sleep as she was rolled over and manhandled into position, but Regina was so far gone that she hardly registered them. She’d originally thought that she would make more of a moment out of taking the plug out of Emma and play with her a little, but the second she was up on her knees behind her she twisted it out with zero fanfare and lobbed it over her shoulder. As it was, she barely had the patience to squirt some lube between the teen’s asscheeks before chunking that too. She paused for just a second then, staring down at her asshole with an intense, hungry expression, gripping her thick head of leaking cock and smearing it through the lube, and then she took a deep breath and forced herself nearly halfway with just one quick, powerful thrust of her hips.

Oh, it was heaven, hot and tight, pure fucking nirvana achieved; for her at least. Beneath her, the teen let out a low, whimpery sound in her sleep and jerked slightly, and she chuckled quietly, coldly, dipping her head and dragging her lips across her shoulder. “Shhh Baby, Mommy’s just playing a game. Sleep,” she groaned out as she started swaying her hips back and forth. She was being a bad girl, kind of a pig really. Left to her own discretion by Emma, she’d decided to forgo the third and largest in the set of diamond-studded buttplugs. She never would have if Emma were conscious for this because of no doubt how uncomfortable the lack of preparation would be for her at first, but since that wasn’t exactly a concern tonight…

Still, she kept her rocking slow and controlled to start out with, or at least as slow and controlled as possible. She was certain that she’d never been so turned on in her life, so out of her mind with need and desire and want, never so sexually satisfied. And she hadn’t even cum yet. She just kept staring down at the back of Emma’s head, expecting the hear the tawdry moans and wails her girlfriend was constantly letting out during sex, but save the occasional, very low whimpers and grunts, she stayed quiet.

Quiet and slack. Limp. Completely unaware of what was happening at the moment.

It was the last thought that scrubbed away the last bit of Regina’s self-control. ‘Alone’ with only her thoughts in the aesthetically lit playroom, locked away from the rest of the world and reality, she fully allowed herself to lean into the fantasy they were playing out. She was an animal taking what she wanted. As if this scenario hadn’t been discussed several times since they’d met and Emma wouldn’t be watching every minute of it from a dozen angles with the energy of a neurotic, Oscar-hungry director finalizing their final cut.

She threw all over weight over Emma, pressing her down against the pillows and mattress. The slow, controlled rocking of her hips quickly gave way to firm thrusts, driving her cock deeper and deeper into her ass until she was bottoming out every time. Her rambling gradually changed up as well, turning from sweet affirmations and praises to things that she would never, ever say to Emma if she could hear her. Words that she normally didn’t ever even have any desire to say during sex with Emma. In the moment though, and she knew Emma would agree if she were you know, awake, it was fucking hot.

She started calling things like her little slut, her little fucktoy, just a piece of ass, three holes to fuck; slobbering all over her back and shoulders as she rambled on about how ‘easy’ she was, how naive she’d really been all along. Her own words spurred her on. And drove her a little somewhat crazy as well. It was as if once she cracked the door holding back those fucked up thoughts in her head, everything else hiding in there started spilling out with them in quick succession.

Waves of repressed anger and pent-up aggression started coursing through her body, driving her thrusts harder and faster in their wake. Latent frustration about the Kristoff debacle and Emma lying to her. What she felt was perfectly justifiable fury directed at Lily for being an all-around little shit. Bitter, possessive anger at both Kristoff and Lily for even dreaming that they could touch her Emma to begin with, and then directed towards everyone who had successfully touched Emma in the past before they met. Older stuff. Mary White being the world’s biggest bitch. Her own mother being the world’s second. A stupid girl who broke her heart when she was a teenager. The very nature of her birth.

All of those things and more flashed in Regina’s psyche and she fucked them all away until her thrusts were the definition of brutal. When her orgasm approached, it started as a tightening sensation in her nuts that grew white hot and swiftly traveled up her abdomen and spine. She dug her toes into the mattress, smashing Emma further down into it as she reached her long-awaited peak. In her sleep, the teen let out the loudest and unhappiest sound she had yet, a pain-filled whine, but she could barely hear it over the blood rushing past her ears. Her hips lost their rhythm. The fucking turned from brutal to animalistic. And then, finally, with a feeling akin to a million sticks of dynamite going off throughout her body at once, she started unloading rope after rope of cum deep inside her girlfriend’s ass until it was squirting out around her balls.

Her recollection of what happened after that was hazy to say the very least. She stayed buried inside of Emma for several long moments, draped over her back and drooling down the side of her neck as she gasped for air and rode the aftershocks of her orgasm. After the last little tremor passed through her system it was quickly followed by total and utter exhaustion. Satisfied exhaustion. Sated one might say. She managed to roll off of Emma and sprawl out onto her back, and then she VERY indelicately pulled and yanked on the teen until she was off the pillows and lying by her side with her head mostly on her chest. For a brief second, she had the conscious thought that she could only rest for a few minutes because she had to do responsible stuff now like clean them up. And then she closed her eyes and passed out just as hard and fast as Emma had.

When she woke back up it was because Emma was trying to pull her onto her side so that she could nurse. Really it wasn’t so much the teen that woke her up but herself, reflexively rolling off her back towards her in her sleep. Blindly, eyelids still not with the party, she also reflexively reached for the back of Emma’s head so she could bury her fingers in her curls and after patting her shoulder and then her neck, found it. At her chest, Emma let out a soft, raspy giggle before wrapping her lips around her nipple and drawing out her milk. In response, she let out a low, grumbly sound even as she was scooting closer to wrap herself around the teen like a blanket.

The mood while Emma drank from her felt very intimate and mostly peaceful. Her eyes didn’t stay closed for long. She never could resist the urge to watch Emma nurse no matter how exhausted she was. It was a full-blown compulsion at this point. Right away, she could tell that her girlfriend was deep in her “happy zen place” from the way her lips were turned up at the corners and her fingers kept flexing around her the swell of her breast. While she watched her, she recalled the last few hours before she’d passed out, bit by bit, moment by moment. Oh, it had been so fucking good. Every single second of it but especially the last twenty minutes or so. Just thinking about her climax made her toes curl. She was fairly certain it had qualified as a religious experience. At least in her fucked up church.

But she couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty though, for passing out like she had. What the hell happened to only resting for a few minutes? Emma was a mess from the waist down. She should have at least wiped her down so her skin wouldn’t get irritated. She was gonna punch herself right in the dick if she got a rash of any sort. When Emma switched over to her other breast without a word, she started making a game plan. It was a fairly short one; thorough shower, diaper with extra pampering, bed; but thinking about it helped to curb a little bit of the guilt pooling in her chest.

To her surprise, Emma only finished about half of her second breast before stopping and she looked down at the teen with a questioning, arched eyebrow as she leaned away. “For when we get in our bed,” Emma said in a raspy, soft tone, patting the aforementioned breast with a little grin before snuggling in closer.

“Hmm, my clever girl,” Regina hummed, craning her neck down to press her lips against the top of Emma’s head. In response, the teen released a truly adorable, tiny dinosaur rawr before nipping at her collarbone and Regina shook with soft laughter against her wild, blonde curls. Leaning back, she brushed one of the tendrils off Emma’s face. “How are you feeling?” She asked, tucking it behind her ear, her eyes tracing her features.

Emma’s nose wrinkled up in response. “Sore,” she admitted with a pout, shaking her hips once to emphasize she meant her ass. “And my head hurts a little,” she then added, sticking her bottom lip out even further. Worry immediately flooded Regina’s senses, shaded heavily of course with that pesky guilt, and she quickly started to roll away, intent on getting the teen some water and ibuprofen. “Wait,” Emma yelped, grabbing a hold of her and holding her back with a surprising amount of strength.

“Baby I’m going to get you some ibuprofen. And then we need to go get cleaned off so we can get in bed,” Regina said, her tone very nearly bordering on whiny and panicked.

“I know,” Emma said, tugging harder. “I just wanna lay here a little bit longer.”

“Okay. But just for a little bit,” Regina sighed, settling down and wrapping her arm back around her. She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile when Emma wiggled happily and rubbed her face against her chest. Relaxing back into the bed, she started running her fingers through the teen’s curls, gently pulling apart any tangles she found. A question jumped to mind then and she quickly blurted it out. “Do you remember anything that happened tonight? After you dropped the acid?” She asked leaning back a little so she could see her face, very genuinely curious about what her answer would be.

Emma leaned back as well and when she did there was a very serene grin on her face. “Nope,” she said, popping the P. “Everything after the dance floor is just fuzzy sounds, blurry lights, and feeling you,” she explained, happily nodding her head from side to side.

Fuzzy sounds and blurry lights. Regina grinned and bent her head down to press her lips against Emma’s forehead. It sounded horrible to her, purposefully blacking out like that. She had accidentally gone too far and blacked out drunk a few times in her life and the day after had always felt like she was in a fucked up detective show trying to piece together the night before. But she understood it was different for Emma. This was a rare, novel experience for her. Emma’s brain soaked up seemingly every waking minute of her life and filed it away regardless of the subject matter only to play it all back on a never-ending loop in her mind’s eye. Everything from the good to the bad, to the boring mundane, was kept in striking, vivid detail. Regina couldn’t imagine carrying around that many memories. And Emma was only seventeen.

They lay there together for another few minutes in peaceful silence before Emma let out a little snort of laughter. When Regina raised an eyebrow at her she giggled and looked up at the ceiling. “You forgot to turn off the cameras before you fell asleep,” she teased.

“Fuck,” Regina yelped, looking up and all around at all of the tiny red lights in the room. She had one job. Well actually she’d had several but that was not the point. “I’m sorry,” she said, looking back at Emma. “It’s not like saving over the beginning or anything is it?” She asked, genuinely unsure of how it all worked.

“No, it’s okay” Emma giggled, shaking her head. “I set it up to record for six hours so we’re good. I’ll put the time-lapse of us both passed out in the director’s cut.”

“Oh good,” Regina said, chuckling and rolling her eyes. “Oh,” she said, perking up with a proud smile. “I also took some pictures of you on the way home in the limo.”

Emma’s eyes sparkled with impish delight at that, just like Regina had known they would. “You understand me,” she chirped, stretching her head up to peck her on the lips.

“I try,” Regina hummed, feeling undoubtedly smug.

“Well you succeed,” Emma hummed back with a goofy grin. A second later though her eyebrows furrowed together and she leaned back in, sniffing Regina’s lips. “When did you eat steak and bacon and onions?” She asked, head bobbing back and face confused, nose just slightly curled.

Regina’s face immediately turned red hot at the question and she turned her head, burying her face against the mattress. “Oh god, I’m sorry, I made a sandwich with like, half the stuff in the fridge, and I didn’t even think to brush after.”

“No, no, don’t apologize,” Emma laughed, pulling on her shoulder so she could see her face. “That’s kinda hot. Not the not brushing part, but the eating during sex part. Like did you do it before or after you fucked me? Like when was this sandwich eaten?” She asked, with a toothy grin.

Rolling her eyes, Regina chuckled and sat up. “I ate it in between making you pass out and fucking you,” she said, looking down at her as she ran a hand through her hair.

“Tell me what you were wearing,” Emma said, still grinning like a little imp and shifting excitedly on the mattress.

Regina’s head tipped back in laughter and then she looked down at Emma shaking it. “Just my briefs,” she said with a wink.

“See. That’s fucking hot,” Emma sing-songed, wiggling her eyebrows. “Very primal,” she added as an afterthought.

Regina rolled her eyes at that and shook her head. “Okay, shower time,” she said, gently patting Emma’s hip.

And Emma’s pout was back in full force. “Can we take a bath together instead Mommy?” She asked, fluttering her lashes, chin quivering.

“God,” Regina laughed, tipping back her head again before looking at Emma. “You really don’t have to lay it on so thick Baby,” she said, shaking with laughter.

“But you know I love it thick,” Emma quipped, never one to miss an opportunity. Regina just laughed and rolled her eyes again for the nth time before hauling herself off of the bed.

She finally hit the stop button on the recording equipment first, and then after carrying Emma into the half-bath off of the playroom so she could use it in private, Regina headed into her master bathroom to thoroughly brush her teeth and get the tub ready. She was still kicking herself about falling asleep like she had and then staying asleep for hours. Honestly. She was supposed to have more sense and self-control. Emma was down to let her do some truly wild things to her and she was supposed to take care of her in return. At least wipe the cum off of her ass after you plow her. Day one kind of lesson.

Those thoughts and similar started running through her mind as she drew the bath and somewhere between adding the eucalyptus oil and the lavender bath salts, it suddenly occurred to her that she was experiencing some low-key, mild Dom Drop for the first time in her life. Once she realized it, it was blatantly obvious. She’d never felt this kind of anxious guilt after sex, never fixated so much. It was a startling and unwelcome sensation. Especially because rather shamefully, slash, regrettably in hindsight, she could remember saying a few times back in the day that any Dominants who did experience it were amateurs or hacks.

She supposed the fact that she’d never had such an intense sexual experience with someone she deeply loved had a lot to do with her turbulent emotions. The thought calmed her down a little. For a moment she seriously considered calling Mal to get some last-minute perspective but immediately realized how ridiculous that would be; also unnecessary. She knew what she needed to do now. Aftercare was, after all, supposed to be for both of them.

Heading back towards the playroom, she could hear Emma just about start laughing her head off and when she walked in the teen was perched on the edge of the bed, predictably looking down at her phone. When she came to a stop in front of her, Emma wordlessly held her phone up for her to look at, and then Regina too, was just about laughing her head off. A message from Mulan, multiple messages, in fact. In the first one, she declared her willingness to kill, die, and live for Mal for the rest of her life. In the second one, she asked Emma how ‘big mad’ she thought Lily was gonna be when she found out about Mulan and her mother being soulmates. In the third, she said she was gonna call Lily Champ the next time she saw her. In the fourth, she wrote an entire paragraph about how perfect she found Mal’s face and body to be, comparing her to classical Greek statues. And the fifth message was just a wall of happy face heart emojis, eggplant emojis, and exclamation points.

It took a few minutes for them to calm down from their laughter. Regina told Emma about the text that she had gotten from Mal and that had just made it all the better. When she could breathe again, she gingerly picked her sore, giggly girlfriend up and carried her into the master bath. Instead of getting straight into the tub, she took the time to clean both of them up with some baby wipes first. A good choice, almost as soon as she touched the wipe to Emma’s backside, the guilt and anxiety that had been seizing up her chest started to dissipate, the teen’s happy little sighs working like a miracle salve. By the time they settled down into the steaming, fragrant water with Emma leaning up against her chest, wrapped up in her arms, she was feeling at least ninety percent better.

They chatted for a little while after they got comfortable, in the windy, rambly way they usually did. They started out talking about Mal and Mulan, patting themselves on the backs for a successful matchmaking endeavor while also theorizing about their adorably bright future together. Regina honestly felt a little feral at the idea of getting to go on double dates with at least one of her best friends. Maybe they could even go on some little couple’s trips. Weekend getaway deals. She had zero interest in going on a double date that included her older sister after all so Kat had unfortunately disqualified herself for those.

From there, they moved on to how the night had gone in general. She started by filling Emma in on everything that had happened after the drugs hit her system, and then they backtracked the convo to how ridiculously hot their friend group was, especially the new throuple. That led to a short conversation about whether they’d ever want a third in their relationship, or even just want to have a threesome, and the answer was a big, fat no to both options. Both of them acknowledged that they were far too possessive over each other, slash, just were not at all interested in other people now. They did agree that having sex in a room with people watching them or having their own sex would be hot, like just banging it out with each other in the middle of an orgy. Regina made a mental note to float the idea to Mal.

After that, their conversation waned and they relaxed peacefully into the water, falling into a very serene, companionable silence that lasted almost half an hour. Regina felt so in love with Emma, so absolutely devoted to her, holding her securely against her chest while the teen rested her head on her shoulder and traced invisible patterns down her arms. She’d just had the passing thought that she wanted to stay in the bathtub with Emma forever when she noticed that the teen’s eyes were focused on the small scar on her upper lip and she had to force herself to not react.

Ah. That scar.

Regina had caught Emma curiously gazing at it multiple times since they’d met, more frequently since she’d moved to Boston. She could tell that the teen was wondering where it had come from, probably making up different backstories about how she got it in her head. Regina always acted like she didn’t notice.

Months ago, over the summer, they’d laid in bed together and Emma had crawled all over her asking about all of her surgical scars, and it hadn’t occurred to her until a few days after that the teen hadn’t asked about her lip. She’d been surprised, because it was such a notable feature on her face, but figured since it was obviously not a surgical scar, Emma hadn’t felt comfortable asking about it. At the time she’d been grateful as fuck. The story behind it was not a pleasant one.

Since then, she’d been waiting for Emma to ask about it. Ironically, she’d already told her half of the story, the teen just wasn’t aware of it. Regina had already decided that if and whenever Emma did ask, she would tell her about it without hesitation. Now, watching Emma study it, she could hear Mal’s voice in her head once again, telling her that she needed to be more open with Emma, and it suddenly occurred to her that her girlfriend had probably been wanting and waiting all of this time for her volunteer the information unprompted, to open up. Now hardly felt like the time to talk about the heavy subject matter, but just as soon as she had that thought, she heard herself telling Mal she had to make the time if she wanted her happy ending. Damned pep-talk logic coming back around.

Regina made a decision then, to follow Mal’s and her own advice, and she took a deep breath before gently taking one of Emma’s hands and drawing it up to her mouth. Eyes riveted to her girlfriend’s face, she placed a soft kiss against her knuckles before guiding her index finger over the scar. Against her chest, she could feel Emma hold her breath. “I got it the night that Kat’s mother tried to kill her,” she murmured, her tone soft.

“Oh,” Emma said, jumping just a tiny bit, her eyes widening in surprise.

With a sad smile, Regina kissed Emma’s knuckles again before dropping her hand. “When I tackled Abigail and we hit the floor, she tried to swing the meat cleaver she had back over her shoulder at me and just caught my lip before I managed to pin her hand down.”

“Oh god,” Emma said, horror coloring her features. “You could have been killed. Like for real. Were you scared?” She asked, her eyes darting back to the scar as she cuddled in closer.

“I was fucking terrified,” Regina admitted, shivering as she remembered that night. Her memory was nothing like Emma’s but that night was burned into it vividly and she suspected it always would be. “She was so out of her mind that I could barely hold her down,” she explained, tightening her arms around Emma with a sigh. “And I was sure the entire time that she was going to buck me off any second and get to Kat. The next day my mother yelled at me for hours saying I had been reckless and stupid.”

“Your Mom is a jerk. I think you were fucking brave as hell,” Emma said immediately, her brows furrowing defensively, tone fully affronted on her behalf.

“Thank you, Baby,” Regina chuckled softly, pressing her lips against her head. “I didn’t feel brave though. If anything I felt silly because Kat was the one whose mother tried to kill her, but I was the one sobbing my head off for hours after,” she said with another sigh. “I could barely sleep for weeks after it happened and once I could, I had nightmares every night for months on end,” she explained, and then after a deep breath and a second’s pause to gather up her courage, “I still have horrible nightmares about it sometimes,” she admitted with a small swallow.

Emma’s eyes immediately widened at that, a look of utter surprise on her face. “You do?” She asked, looking a little bit like she was seeing Regina in a new light.

“I do,” Regina murmured with a tired sigh. “Sometimes they’re about me not getting there in time to stop her from killing Kat, sometimes Abigail wacks me in the face the cleaver, sometimes she breaks out of the asylum and comes after Kat and then me; they’re rare, but they’re always terrible,” she explained, shifting uncomfortably as she thought about the nightmares that would startle her awake clutching her chest and gasping for air, feeling just as small and scared as she had felt that night.

“When was the last time you had one?” Emma asked curiously.

Tipping her head back, Regina only had to think about that for a moment. “A couple of months ago,” she said, “right after I got back to New York but before I went on the bender.”

Emma shifted in the bathtub, turning her body a little so she could look at her more clearly. Regina knew the look in her eyes, she was kicking on the motor to that built-in lie detector in her brain. “Have you ever had one while we were sleeping together?” She asked, studying her face.

“No, Baby, I haven’t,” Regina said with a small shake of her head.

Emma nodded at that and looked down for just a second before looking back up, the intensity of her look tripled. “You’ll wake me up if you do though? Right? So I can be there for you. I want you to,” she asked, looking so deeply into Regina’s eyes it felt like she was staring into her damn soul.

Regina smiled softly, smitten, overcome with emotion really. It would have been impossible for her to put into words just how much she fucking loved Emma White in that moment, none could have done the feeling justice. She’d never had someone to soothe her nightmares, had never allowed anyone the chance to really, not since it had all happened. Back then, her father had taken a leave of absence from work until she could make it through three nights in a row without screaming her head off. But then after him, or maybe because of him, because he was gone just a couple of years after, the thought of letting anyone else be there for her in those moments had been scarier than the nightmares themselves.

Now in her mind’s eye, she could see all the nights since then that she’d been woken up by the old trauma, all cold sweats in lonely beds, wiping her own tears, watching crappy cable television until the sun rose to distract herself from turbulent emotions and painful memories playing behind her eyes. Her thoughts in those moments always seemed to wander to what Abigail had been like before she lost her mind and they hurt; like a second mother, the fun one. It always just made it worse. She didn’t want to do that alone anymore and now she didn’t have to.

Clearing out a little lump in her throat so she could speak, she tightened her arms around Emma and bent her head to rest it against hers. “I will Baby. I promise,” she said, looking into her eyes.

Emma’s intense expression faded away then, replaced by a shy, pleased smile, and Regina felt her wiggle just slightly in her arms. “Okay,” the teen whispered in agreement.

“Okay,” Regina whispered back.

They stayed in the bathtub a little while longer after that until they both started yawning like crazy and Regina called it. Summoning up the last reserves of strength she had, she carried Emma into the bedroom against her chest like she was the most precious thing in the entire universe, and even though she could hear the morning birds outside her window starting up, she still took the time for extra pampering. The last thought to cross her exhausted mind, curled up in the bed with Emma nursing at her chest, was that she really was, living her best fucking life.