#asksmut

Emma didn’t want to relinquish control, knowing that if she did, she’d be subjected to yet another of Regina’s ‘helpful’ demonstrations. Dark eyes merely blinked, looking at her curiously. Regina’s head tilted slightly to the side, eyebrows raised in an expression that simply screamed ‘Really?’ as Emma stubbornly refused to let go.

Finally, with an exasperated sigh, the blonde released her hold, flinging her hands away as if to say ‘I’m done.’ Chuckling, Regina took up the feather duster. 

"It’s all in the wrist," Regina purred. "Just swish, and-" With a practiced flick, Regina lightly began to brush its end over the surface of the table, back and forth. "Flick."

Her lips pursed. “You don’t seem to like housework, Miss Swan,” she purred. “Maybe I’ll have to think of a new incentive for you.” Her body bent double, and as Emma’s gaze went from pink fluff to linger on breasts now straining at the top button of Regina’s shirt, her eyes bulged. The glare instantly left her face.

Regina continued to demonstrate proper dusting, moving from the table to a large vase in the corner, the hem of her skirt rising as she bent to devote her attention to the immense piece of crockery. A glimmer of lace-tipped stockings peeked its way from beneath.

"Hhngh. ." Emma managed to whimper, her hands opening and closing of their own volition.

Regina turned her head, glancing at the blonde over her shoulder, and grinned. “Like what you see, dear?” she purred. Emma could only nod. 

Fuck-me heels clicked on wood as Regina glided back over to her girlfriend, eyes hooded and full of promises. Emma only stared, practically drooling as Regina ran the fingers of her free hand down her own chest, popping the remaining buttons of her shirt to reveal matching lace. She came closer, and Emma’s hands eagerly jumped to close the distance.

Sorry your majesty has never seen someone lick an icecream cone.” Emma replied, annoyed.

"I have never seen someone make an act like eating look so obscene. Really, Miss Swan-"

Emma rolled her eyes and cut her off.”If you ‘Really, Miss Swan’ me one more time, I’m gonna cram this into your mayoral blouse. Which would be a shameful waste of a tasty dessert. Let me eat my icecream in peace, woman. I’m not hurting anyone!”

She made a long swipe at the vanilla cone, purposefully flicking her tongue up in lewd manner.

"Miss Swan, really-" Vanilla icecream smeared onto an elegant collarbone and dripped messily into the valley between tan breasts, wetting crimson silk with sticky sugar as the dessert made its way down the queen’s torso. A noise of outrage tore from the brunette’s throat.

"It slipped?" Emma said quickly, seeing the anger in the other woman’s gaze, and knowing she’d be in the dog house for a week if she didn’t salvage herself. "Regina, I’m so sorry! I didn’t think-"

The mayor cut her off with a glare.”If you think that will save you, you have another thing coming, Miss Swan,” she growled. “You will clean this up immediately, you will have my blouse dry-cleaned, and,” she leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper, “you will have to EARN back the privilege of fucking me in the ass, as you so love to do.”

Emma groaned at the instant visual of the mayor bent over their bed with her ass spread and a large purple strap-on buried between her cheeks. The brunette was certainly right about her fondness for that position. She’d discovered about a month into their relationship that Regina became most vocal when something brushed against her ass in their lovemaking.

The queen had taken weeks to warm up to the idea of having something inside that hole, but the first time they’d done it she came screaming so loudly that she’d lost her voice by the next day. Her most intense orgasms came from being double penetrated, but she was willing to sacrifice this for the purpose of punishing the sherriff for her actions.

"Really Regina? It’s icecream! It shouldn’t be that big of a deal!"

"You heard me, Miss Swan. I was clear about your consequences." The brunette said with a tone of finality. The blonde leaned forward at this and began licking the cream from the tan flesh before her. "What ARE you doing? We are in PUBLIC, Miss Swan!" The mayor’s voice shook as her body reacted to the feel of the blonde’s tongue on her skin.

"Cleaning up my mess," the blonde said in an innocent tone. The mayor’s hand found the back of her head, and she quietly thanked the gods that they were in a secluded area by the lake. She sucked gently onthe older woman’s collar bone, drawing a quiet moan from her. "Are you starting to forgive me yet?" She murmured into soft, sticky skin.

"I did say *earn*, dear." The brunette’s nails scraped the blonde’s scalp, tugging on her hair and pulling her up for a heated kiss. She sank her teeth into the younger woman’s lip, and yanked the savior’s head back down to her chest. The blonde grinned against her and brought her fingers up to undo straining buttons.

She traced her tongue in swirling,intricate patterns across the top of the queen’s chest, pausing to suck and nip at the delicate skin periodically, drawing soft sighs from her lover. Regina’s head fell back, eyed closed as the blonde continued her efforts further down the tan torso, pausing to unbutton professional slacks and slide her hand inside.

"You really like watching me eat ice cream, huh, your majesty?" The queen shivered as the blonde ran her fingers through the copious wetness between her thighs. "That’s not the only thing I can do with my tongue." The older woman moaned and lifted her hips, urging the exploring fingers to enter her.

The sherriff seized this moment to push the slacks further down and off her lover’s legs, leaving her bare from the waist down, save for her black pumps. The queen laid back on the picnic table they had been sitting on, as the blonde moved her mouth down the smooth body before her. She pushed the mayor’s legs apart and kissed softly at her inner thigh.

She swiped through glistening folds with her tongue. “Mmmmm. You taste so much better than ice cream.” She held the queen’s hips steady with her hands as she hooked long legs over her shoulders and set to worshipping the brunette’s beautiful pussy. She licked passionately- alternating shorter flicks with long, firm, steady strokes, setting the brunette ablaze, but doing nothing to douse the flames.

"Emma Swan! Stop playing with your food!" The brunette screeched, desperate for release. The sherriff moved one of her hands to quickly plunge two fingers into the queen, causing her to cry out. She pumped her fingers in and out, loving the moans pouring from her lover’s lips. Feeling the mayor clench around her fingers she added a third and curled her fingers up to the rough patch of nerves inside the brunette. She moved her lips to the queen’s clit and sucked the hard nub into her mouth.

This rush of sensation brought Regina shaking moaning over the edge. She waited for the queen to come down before slowly drawing her fingers out and pressing a soft kiss the old woman’s mound. She stood and leaned her body over Regina’s torso, meeting her lips for a long, slow kiss.

"I promise I’ll stop playing with my food." She smirked against her queen’s lips.

"Don’t you dare." The other woman sighed contentedly.