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Emma was intoxicated from the moment she set eyes upon her. She was her new neighbour, and had moved into the house next door to the one Emma shared with her parents. For a while, after the beautiful neighbour had moved in, Emma had only seen her when she sneaking peeks from her top floor window that overlooked both gardens, whilst the brunette sat and read in her sun lounger, or when they both politely smiled at each other in passing in and out of their respective houses. Despite Emma’s natural confidence, the new neighbour emitted a frighteningly powerful aura which both intimidated and fascinated Emma.
Her name was Regina, and she had moved to the sleepy town of Storybrooke from somewhere in New York. Emma knew that much at first. She had heard Regina introducing herself as the new neighbour to her parents at the front door when she had first moved in. She sounded educated and well-spoken. Her voice was gravelly but incredibly self-assured. Emma found herself cursing her parents for not inviting Regina in for coffee so the blonde could get the chance to ‘accidentally’ walk into the kitchen in some skimpy outfit, but equally cursed herself for thinking such a powerful woman would want some 20-year-old girl that couldn’t even garner the courage to say hello to her. Emma decided that occasionally catching glimpses of her would be the best that she could get, though the young girl would fall asleep every night fantasising about her beautiful neighbour forcing her down onto a bed and having her way with her.
Emma had always been confident in her pursuit of men. She never found them intimidating; just weak, dumb creatures directed solely by their dicks. She was never short of male company, never short of men begging for her attention. And though she always thought women were beautiful, complex creatures, she had never felt so overawed by a woman as she had done Regina. Creeping around her own house trying to see her sexy neighbour in her garden made Emma feel like a pathetic teenager. Emma was irritated by the fact that Regina intimidated her.
For a while, Emma’s light stalking activities continued. Whilst Emma usually went to the guest bedroom in the absolute top of her house to spy on Regina in her garden, since it was an obvious vantage point, her father, David's study on the first floor also faced the rear of the house, and overlooked Regina’s garden also. Emma convinced herself that she just absolutely had to start her readings and assignments for her next semester at college, even though summer was just beginning. She rearranged David's study so that her desk faced the large windows overlooking both gardens, so this way she could watch Regina as she sunbathed, read and gardened, but was also partially concealed from Regina’s view of her. Emma often opened the windows, partially due to the summer heat, but also to hear the sound of Regina’s voice, her occasional laboured breathing when she was gardening, whether she coughed or sneezed. Emma justified her strange, deviant behaviour by telling herself it would only be creepy if she were an ugly, sweaty, 55-year-old man, not an objectively attractive 20-year-old girl who could get anyone she wanted.
That was until one day around mid-June. It was the hottest day of the year thus far. Though Emma would have preferred to be drinking with her best friend Ruby, she had cancelled on her this particular day, so instead, she took up her normal spot in David's study by the window, which she opened immediately due to the heat. No sooner had she opened the lid to her laptop, did she hear Regina’s back door open. Emma felt a slight tingle in her pussy, though she was also slightly annoyed as she knew she would not be able to focus fully on work whilst Regina was out in her garden.
Emma lifted her butt from her seat and strained her neck to get a better view of what the sexy neighbour was doing. Emma’s eyes bulged as she saw Regina bent over, in a white bikini, fixing her sun lounger. Regina was tall, around 5 ft 10 and had a beautiful figure. Emma guessed she was perhaps Italian or Latina because of her slightly olive skin and ‘dark’ features. She was slim but not lanky - her thighs and ass were perfectly curvy, whilst her breasts were perfect in comparison to her slender shoulders. Her arms were more defined, Emma assumed she was the type to do yoga on her days off.
Emma watched as Regina stretched herself out on the lounger. She obviously didn’t care if, or who was watching, nor should she have. Regina knew she was sexy. Under her sunglasses, Emma recognised her slim face. Her jaw was sharp, which made her look slightly severe when she clenched it, but her full lips and beautiful dark chocolate eyes were gorgeously feminine.
The way Emma’s pussy throbbed at the mere sight of Regina in a state of slight undress made her feel both embarrassed and thrilled. Emma strained her neck to see the older woman, as she stretched herself out on the sun lounger. Emma worked herself up, imagining what Regina’s pussy tasted like underneath that small triangle of white fabric, fantasising about her breasts crushing Emma’s smaller chest as she forced herself on top of the blonde.
Convinced that she was out of Regina’s view, the blonde began rubbing her own pussy under her desk to the sight of the beautiful, bikini-clad neighbour.
Circling her clit with her index finger, Emma could feel the familiar warmth grow in her pussy as she pushed herself to cum quickly so that she would not be caught.
The younger girl was just tipped over the edge as she saw Regina’s head move to look up towards Emma’s window.
Emma ducked her head down as quickly as possible as the orgasm exploded through her body. She tried to silence her whimpers as much as possible, both from the fear that she had been caught and the cum that was gushing out of her.
Emma closed her eyes and held her breath, scared to look up to her laptop screen again and still recovering from the orgasm.
“You know I've noticed you staring?”
Regina’s smooth voice was slightly raised so that Emma could hear her from her garden.
Emma froze, speechless and still ducked down under the desk. She was terrified.
“Hello? I know you’re still there, young lady.”
A small gasp left Emma’s lips as she heard Regina call her ‘young lady.’
With a couple of pinches to her own arm, Emma composed herself slightly.
“Uh, sorry? What were you saying?” Emma stuttered loudly so Regina could hear since she was still hiding under her desk.
The nervous girl heard a small chuckle from Regina’s garden.
“Can you come to your window so I can talk to you properly? You had no problem looking earlier.”
Emma obeyed quickly, opening her window fully. She noticed that Regina had taken off her sunglasses. Emma could feel the older woman staring at her body which was barely covered by her panties and crop top. Emma pushed the window up fully and looked down at Regina in her garden. She had stood up, with her hands on her hips. Her chest was pushed out which made her breasts strain even more against the white cups of her bikini top, the contrast of the white against her olive skin accentuating her figure even further. Despite being physically above Regina as she stood in her garden - Emma’s hands still trembled with fear at the sight of her.
Clearing her throat, Regina repeated sternly, “I said, I know when you’re looking at me. Do you think you’ve been discreet these past few weeks?”
Hot blood rose to Emma’s cheeks and she cursed her paleness that gave away her embarrassment to the older woman so quickly.
Emma didn’t know whether to entirely deny Regina’s accusation or whether to make an excuse.
“I don’t…I don’t…I’m sorry?” Emma shrugged and stuttered. Both she and Regina could hear the hesitancy in her voice.
A predatory smirk spread across the brunette’s face.
“Are your parents’ home, young lady?”
Nervous at the possibility that Regina could tell her parents she’d been peeping on her, Emma replied, “no, they’re out for the rest of the day.”
Emma was so terrified of her perceived predicament that she didn’t notice the wheels turning in Regina’s mind, nor the smirk that had turned into a full-on creepy grin.
“Come over and we can have a talk about it,” Regina said. It wasn’t a request, simply a demand to be followed without question.
Emma felt like she could collapse. The mixture of fear, arousal, uncertainty and intimidation overwhelmed her as she struggled to respond.
“Now?” Emma cringed at the sound of her own pathetic reply.
“Now. Ring the doorbell when you are outside.”
With that, Regina walked barefoot back into her house. Emma paused, taking in what had just happened before she quickly closed her window and sat down in her desk chair for a moment.
‘What the fuck?’ Emma thought to herself.
Part of her wanted to curl up and not move, yet a larger part of her was curious as to what Regina wanted to talk about.
She felt sick.
Emma decided quickly that she shouldn’t keep the demanding woman waiting. Emma showered quickly to get rid of the smell of her arousal, changed her wet underwear, and put on a pair of tiny shorts and her shoes. The blonde raced downstairs and was in front of Regina’s door within five minutes, ringing the doorbell.
The door flung open, Regina was still in her bikini, her silky brown hair framing her face. Though a healthy 5ft 7 herself, Emma felt like Regina towered over her. Finally, the brunette stood aside and ushered Emma, wordlessly, into her house.
Emma stood there as Regina triple-locked the doors to her house, wondering why she needed to do that. Regina walked away from the door into her living room, barely acknowledging Emma, except for a simple statement of “come with me.”
Emma followed her into the living room. Regina gestured to Emma to sit on her fabric sofa as the older woman filled two glasses with red wine in the corner of the room.
Emma was confused.
‘Wasn’t I about to get told off for staring at her? Why is she pouring wine?’ Emma mused internally.
Walking towards Emma with two glasses of wine in her hands, Regina asked, “what’s your name, young lady?”
“Erm, my name’s Emma. Emma Swan. And yours?” Emma asked, feigning ignorance.
“Regina Mills.”
She placed the wine on the coffee table in front of Emma, before she sat down close to the younger girl.
When Emma felt Regina’s bare thigh touch hers, the blonde’s pussy dampened under her clean panties. Regina’s long arm stretched over the back of the sofa behind Emma, as though she could grab her shoulder quickly if the young girl tried to move.
Emma stared straight ahead but Regina had turned her body to face to study the face of the obviously skittish young girl on her sofa. Emma felt exposed, vulnerable, yet Regina was the one in the bikini.
“Swan? What a beautiful name. Where does it derive from?” Regina asked after a while.
With a small shrug, Emma replied, “erm, I think it’s German or Scandinavian, as far as I know.”
Regina took this at face value, and sing-songed quietly, “lovely. My little Swan.”
Emma smiled and looked down, unsure of why a bloom of arousal exploded in her tummy at the nickname.
Noticing Emma’s blush, Regina quipped, “you’re shy now, but you weren’t so shy in the last few weeks when you were spying on me, were you, sweetheart?”
Emma could feel Regina grinning widely at her, but Emma still couldn’t look up at her. Normally, if someone had caught Emma staring at them, she would have confidently said that she found them attractive. For some reason, she couldn’t respond to Regina in the same way.
“I wouldn’t call it spying…” Emma weakly defended.
“Then what would you call it?” the older woman demanded back immediately.
“Admiring?”
When Regina laughed loudly in Emma’s ear, the blonde smiled slightly, Regina’s laugh easing some of her tension.
“Well, Emma. I have to admit that I have been admiring you too. Though you’re much cuter when you’re not behind a window. Drink your wine before it gets too warm.”
Regina handed her the glass casually, but Emma’s hand shook as she took it.
Emma felt relieved that she was not in trouble, though excited at the potential that Regina had been admiring her, too? Or spying?
Emma’s cunt was throbbing hard, she felt herself getting wetter at the thought. Emma prayed she wouldn’t leave a damp patch on Regina’s expensive sofa.
Emma tipped the drink up to her lips to take a sip but found herself drinking the entire contents of the glass as Regina held the stem of the wine glass up to force her to consume it all. Regina took the glass away from Emma when she was satisfied that the blonde had drunk enough.
Emma still looked away whilst Regina smiled wolfishly at her.
“Why don’t you come and sit on my lap, honey?”
Emma froze again. This sounded both her dream situation and the poorly acted porno she watched a week ago; ‘Teen gets caught staring at MILF neighbour and gets fucked!!’ Even so, Emma couldn’t really believe this was happening. Not that she didn’t think she was attractive enough or anything, it just seemed a bit more like fantasy than real life.
At this point, had this been anyone else; an attractive man or woman - Emma would have quickly straddled their lap without hesitation. Yet her natural confidence had gone, and she felt cowardly to Regina’s demands.
Emma was clearly taking too long to move as she heard Regina scoff flippantly before she felt both of her strong hands under her armpits, dragging her over to Regina’s lap so she could straddle her. Emma’s clothed pussy rubbed against Regina’s thigh as she held Emma by her waist so that she could not struggle.
Following natural instinct, Emma leaned in to kiss her, but the brunette pulled away.
Staring deeply into Emma’s eyes whilst rocking her waist back and forth so the younger girl could rub herself on her soft thighs, Regina asked, “how old are you, baby?”
“I’m 20.” Emma breathed.
Regina rocked Emma’s waist against herself harder and faster at her admission, as Emma was desperately trying to grind her clit into the seam of her shorts to get some relief.
“God,” Regina chuckled softly. “You’re just a little baby. How old do you think I am?”
Emma just wanted to feel her plump red lips on her. She wasn’t sure why Regina was asking all these questions but assumed it was just to make her squirm desperately.
Resting her forehead against Regina’s, Emma whimpered pathetically, “I don’t know, like 30?”
Taking one hand away from Emma’s waist to place it on the back of her neck, Regina finally plunged her warm tongue deep into Emma’s mouth. Emma began grinding on her faster, her hands finding Regina’s breasts to rest her fingers softly on her nipples over her bikini top. Regina swirled her tongue around Emma’s, pressing the younger girl’s lips with such force that it almost became painful.
Moving her lips away from Emma’s to bite down hard on the skin on her neck, Regina moaned, “I’m 36, princess.”
Emma was grinding harder now, almost blind with the arousal and pain Regina was inflicting with her teeth. Emma subtly spread her legs wider to separate her outer pussy lips and shifted most of her weight onto one of Regina’s legs. She felt the seam of her shorts grinding tighter against her clit, and groaned.
It took a few seconds for Regina to notice what Emma was doing; she was just too busy drawing blood from the blonde’s neck and collarbone. Regina trailed her hand up the back of Emma’s neck until her fingers found the crown of Emma’s scalp, and harshly yanked the sandy princess curls back so the whimpering girl’s face was cranked upwards.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Regina demanded. Emma was shocked by the level of control in her voice as she could just switch between arousal and anger in a second.
Emma whimpered at the pain of having her neck cranked; tears begged to flow out of her eyes at the embarrassment of being told off for grinding on Regina. The older woman stared at Emma as she sheepishly took her other hand away from her breast.
'Does she want to fuck me or not?' Emma panicked.
Regina let go of Emma’s hair after staring at her for a couple more seconds. After she let go, the sniffling girl moved to get off her lap.
“Where are you going, baby?” Regina asked sympathetically, holding Emma’s waist still with one hand and wiping her invisible tears away with the other. How Regina was able to switch from being so cold to so kind baffled Emma. She wasn’t sure what to make of it. She wanted to please Regina and make her happy, but the woman was fucking frightening.
“I don’t know, you shouted at me.” Emma felt like a wimp. She didn’t understand how Regina could make her feel so small and intimidated, but so aroused.
“I told you off because this-” Regina said, slipping her hand down the front of Emma’s shorts to trace a finger up her panty-covered slit “-is my little pussy for this evening. You aren’t allowed to pleasure yourself unless I tell you to. Understood?”
Unsure of how she felt about her bodily autonomy being ripped away so frankly, Emma just nodded quietly, still sniffling.
“Come, let’s go to the bedroom,” Regina said, unwrapping Emma’s legs from her.
Emma climbed off her and sat back on the sofa as Regina stood up and handed her the nearly full wine glass that the older woman hadn’t finished. Emma drank it all without prompt, to which Regina smiled. Picking Emma up to her feet, she held the young girl’s waist until they got to the bedroom.
Emma wasn’t surprised at the meticulous neatness of Regina’s room. The pattern of soothing pale cream hues filled the walls, as well as her furniture. Emma felt more relaxed, strangely.
After walking Emma to the edge of the bed, she turned to face her, lifting up Emma’s chin to kiss her softly on the lips whilst she began to undress the blonde. Taking off Emma’s crop top first to expose her smaller, pert breasts first, she then sat down on the bed in front of the girl, so that she was eye level with her pussy. Regina slowly undid the string on Emma’s shorts, and brought them down to her ankles and allowed her to step out of them.
Emma lost her breath when Regina’s demanding hand came to tug at the crotch of her underwear. Looking down, Emma saw that the wolfish grin had returned and realised Regina was tugging and feeling a wet spot of arousal that had seeped into the fabric of Emma’s panties. Regina chuckled softly when Emma let out her own soft, nervous laugh.
“You’re so damn adorable,” Regina said, getting up to face Emma, still pulling at her pink panties. “All this mess just from kissing.”
When Emma muttered an embarrassed, “sorry,” Regina seemed to notice Emma’s blushing cheeks and discomfort at being an overexcited little freak, and told her to lie down on the bed.
Emma obeyed, crawling down the bed to make herself comfortable before lying on her back.
Regina climbed on the bed after her, quickly grasping her right foot in her strong hand and plucking Emma’s penguin sock off her. Regina held them up to inspect them and then held the topside against her nose, breathing in the smell of Emma.
“I like penguins,” Emma said softly as if she had to provide her with an explanation as to why she had penguin socks. Emma didn’t know why she felt like she had to get Regina’s approval, but Emma didn’t want Regina to think she was just some immature fool.
“Of course you do, baby,” Regina drawled in an impossibly deep voice that made Emma’s stomach knot, before flinging her sock onto the floor and turning her attention back to Emma’s foot, pressing her nose into her sole.
‘Of course, I like penguins?’ What the fuck does that mean?’ Emma wondered.
Slipping her right hand beneath her bikini bottoms to rub her pussy as she kissed the sole of Emma’s foot, Regina moaned, “you’re so cute.”
“The cutest little thing I’ve seen in a while,” Regina trailed her tongue around the ball of the trembling girl’s foot.
“You just need someone to take care of you, hmm?” she whispered between kisses.
“To discipline you?”
Emma’s gaze barely met hers as Regina sucked her red painted toes gently into her mouth, still pleasuring herself with her own hand. Emma squirmed on the bed, desperately wanting to touch her own soaked, throbbing clit whilst Regina took more of her toes between her lips.
Emma moaned out loudly. The sensation of Regina’s wet mouth on her toes seemed to travel up her legs and straight to her pussy. She didn’t even have the mental capacity to notice what Regina was saying about discipline or anything else for that matter. Emma had never had someone worship her feet like that.
Emma was almost disappointed when the older woman slid her toes from her wet mouth and placed her foot back on the bed. Emma propped herself up on her arms to kiss Regina’s soft lips, but the brunette refused, placing a firm hand around Emma’s throat and pushing her back down onto the mattress instead.
However, Emma quickly found Regina between her thighs, gently massaging her pussy underneath her pink cotton panties. Emma shuddered at her touch, and a strangled whimper left her throat.
‘Control yourself, dumbass.’ Emma berated herself
“Is this okay, princess?” Regina asked as though she were genuinely concerned. Though she didn’t release the pressure of her palm on Emma’s pussy, she laid her cheek on Emma’s thigh waiting for her answer.
“It’s okay…” Emma said in a small, cracked voice. Emma cursed herself for sounding and feeling so…weak. Emma knew she would have melted into her if she let herself.
Feeling the obvious juices flowing from Emma’s pussy, Regina teased, “am I making your princess parts tingle, baby?”
Emma didn’t answer, instead feebly grinding her pussy against Regina’s strong hand to feel more relief.
Obviously waiting for an answer Emma was too shy to give her, Regina pressed on, “What do you want me to do, baby?”
Emma just moaned in response. Regina could have done whatever she wanted to do with her.
“You have to tell me, princess. Otherwise, I won't know,” Regina continued.
Regina began placing soft, wet butterfly kisses over Emma’s panties on her mound. Emma wriggled away from her slightly as the kisses began tickling her, but Regina’s strong hands holding her still told Emma that she probably shouldn’t disobey her again.
“I want you to kiss my pussy,” Emma finally groaned. “Please Regina.”
Regina pulled Emma’s panties to the side, and chuckled, “Please? Oh, now she has manners,” as she slowly parted the hairless, waxed lips.
Emma was dripping and she knew it. Discovering the waterfall in the girl’s underwear, Regina locked her lustful brown eyes on her prey, smiling deviously to ask, “Is this all for me, princess?”
Simultaneous feelings of frustration and arousal crept around Emma as Regina teased her and took her time. Emma closed her eyes in case she rolled them and Regina noticed.
‘Who the fuck else would be making me this wet? The woman who was just deepthroating my toes or Barack Obama?’ Emma gritted out internally.
However, Emma knew not to vocalise her frustration, since being a brat wasn’t going to help her case because Regina really seemed like a no-nonsense kind of woman.
“It’s all for you - because of you,” Emma whimpered instead. “Please touch me, Regina.”
With a chuckle at the neediness, Regina obliged Emma’s plea, and flattened her tongue to swipe up Emma’s pussy to her clit, settling her mouth on the swollen button she found there.
Between the two glasses of wine and the woman of her dreams between her legs, Emma almost orgasmed from that swipe of her tongue alone.
Regina pulled Emma into her, claiming and devouring her as if she were her last meal. Regina expertly worked Emma into a small, roaring fire. Alternating between sucking the younger girl’s soft, wet pussy lips into her mouth and small, short sucks on Emma’s pulsating clit that kept her new baby girl just on the edge without making her topple over totally, Regina smiled as she dipped and teased the tips of two fingers inside Emma quickly.
With long fingers threading through Regina’s dark, fluffy tresses, Emma was practically squirming with the need for Regina to fuck and fill her up properly that she couldn’t help the words that came tumbling from her lips.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” Emma whined out breathlessly before she could stop herself.
As soon as the words left her mouth, she internally berated herself and prayed that Regina didn’t notice. Even though Regina was very comforting and very loving, Emma really did not want her to know about her latent Daddy kink that she developed when she was with her ex-boyfriend Killian. It was embarrassing and needy, and Emma tensed slightly when Regina’s tongue stilled.
Regina stopped lapping at Emma’s folds and looked up at her quizzically. “What did you say?”
'Fuck.' Emma thought.
“Fuck me…?” Emma said again, feigning ignorance.
“No, after that.”
“...Daddy?”
Regina laughed softly and crawled back up Emma’s body to face her. Emma wished she hadn’t had said anything, she just wanted Regina to keep sucking her clit.
Laying her body on top of Emma, Regina brushed the hair out of her forehead whilst Emma traced her hands up her back.
“I would usually prefer ‘Mommy,’ princess,” Regina said, stroking Emma’s hair gently out of her face. Emma thought she was kidding to alleviate her obvious embarrassment.
Feeling her cheeks and ears burning, Emma mumbled, “sorry, I didn’t mean to say that…”
Regina moved down to stroke Emma’s ears and comforted, “don’t be ashamed, honey. I do prefer ‘Mommy’ but if you choose to call me that, I might never let you leave this house.”
Emma couldn’t read her expression, but her tone was halfway between sincere and playful. Emma, on the other hand, was confused, not for the first time today.
“What do you mean?” Was all Emma could muster in a small voice.
Regina laughed again, leaning down to softly kiss the girl.
"I’ve had my eye on you for a while. And you seem like you could be the perfect little girl for me…”
Emma shot back a bemused smile, though her insides knotted at being called the ‘perfect little girl’ for Regina. Emma realised that the mysterious woman was kinky, but the way she was making Emma feel so protected and comforted, maybe a part of Emma wanted to be her...
“Little girl...?”
Regina smiled and laughed, kissing Emma hard on the lips whilst stroking the side of her ears. She looked at Emma with this unfamiliar warmth, the young girl didn’t feel scared as she did before. A part of Emma felt like she was in love, but she knew that it was a mixture of sex endorphins and chemistry.
“You’re adorable, princess. You’re the perfect little girl for Mommy,” Regina whispered to Emma, tonguing the inside of her ear as she spoke.
Emma physically tensed at her words though her body betrayed her; her pussy flooding at Regina’s words as she propped herself back on her knees so she was on all fours on top of Emma. Regina’s lips moved down to kissing and biting Emma’s neck, whilst her hand wrapped itself around her pale throat. Emma squeezed the flesh on Regina’s back as she tried to make Emma’s neck bleed.
“Please fuck me, Mommy,” Emma whispered into her ear. “I need you…”
The biting stopped and Emma heard a small gasp leave Regina’s mouth. Her body tensed up slightly but the grip on Emma’s throat tightened into a possessive squeeze.
“Fuck, baby. Call me that again,” Regina almost whimpered into Emma’s neck, releasing her throat so the hand could slide down her body to her dripping pussy.
“Mommy, pleaseeeee. I’ll be a good girl, I promise,” Emma whined in her best little girl voice, bucking her hips slightly against Regina’s hand as fingers dipped into Emma’s slick entrance to gather her wetness.
“My good girl,” Regina growled possessively. The pad of a single finger began rubbing Emma’s swollen clit and Emma arched her back in pleasure, silently begging Mommy to go faster.
“I’m your good girl, Mommy…please.” Emma whimpered. Emma would have said anything to get Regina to touch her faster. Every time Emma called her ‘Mommy’ or whined in a little girl voice, Regina’s eyes glazed slightly, and she sped up her ministrations. Emma decided to go in for the kill.
“It’s your pussy, Mommy. Please fuck your little girl,” Emma cried out, humping her hand and balling her fists up in her sheets. A primal groan left Regina’s throat and she finally slipped two fingers in Emma whilst skilfully rubbing her little girl’s clit with her thumb.
Emma moaned out and wriggled underneath her new Mommy as Regina began pounding her hard with her hand. Emma couldn’t help but allow her eyes to flutter closed in pleasure as her head jerked slightly with every movement of Regina’s hand inside her.
“Look at Mommy when she fucks you, princess,” Regina commanded, grasping Emma’s chin with her free hand so that Emma couldn’t turn her head away from Regina’s smouldering, piercing stare.
Emma could feel the waves of the orgasm building in her lower body, and she cried out, “M-mommy please, I’m gonna cum on your fingers!”
Regina smiled down at her, smug that she could make her new baby girl so weak with just three fingers.
Rubbing Emma’s clit with a faster rhythm whilst loosening her grasp from her chin to press her thumb against Emma’s bottom lip, Regina coaxed, “Good girl. Are you gonna cum real hard for me, little one?”
Emma nodded frantically, still waiting for explicit permission from Regina before she let herself topple into her climax.
“Good girl. Cum for Mommy.”
Emma moved her lips down to suck Regina’s thumb as an orgasm tore violently through her shaking body at Regina’s command. Emma’s legs closed reflexively, squeezing Regina’s fingers in her tight cunt as Regina continued to rub her steadily through her climax, gently praising Emma as her ‘good, good girl’ whilst Emma writhed and moaned loudly underneath her.
Emma could have sworn she saw stars as her climax wore off, and she laid still, breathing heavily in recovery as she felt Regina’s fingers slip out of her, though her cunt was still clenching intermittently from her orgasm.
“You’re so tight, princess,” Regina beamed down at her baby, bringing her fingers up to her mouth and licking Emma’s juices off, before adding. “And you taste so, so sweet.”
Regina soon realised that Emma was too dazed from her orgasm to respond to her. Grasping Emma from under her armpits, she sat both of them up, holding her little one until she caught her breath again.
“Good?” Regina asked after a while, kissing Emma’s shoulder softly.
“I think that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” Emma responded slowly once the blood finally had returned to her brain from her pussy.
Regina laughed out loud at Emma’s innocent admission and held her tighter to her chest. Hot blood rose to Emma’s cheeks again; she felt embarrassed that Regina knew that she could give her the best orgasm of her life with just three slim fingers.
“I’m going to take such good care of you, darling. You’re mine now.” Regina said firmly, but gently.
Those words quickly snapped Emma out of her post-orgasmic haze and clarity soon replaced it.
'I’m her what?' Emma thought.
Emma considered what Regina was saying before she realised that, in the throes of passion, she had accidentally committed herself to Regina.
'Fuck, I’m an idiot.'
Emma snuggled further into Regina’s chest in response to her statement, despite the alarm bells ringing in Emma’s head and the feeling of anxious sickness rising in her stomach. The thought of belonging to Regina scared and excited Emma in equal measures.
As much as Emma wanted her, Regina still scared her, and the fact that she was now her neighbour made Emma feel like she didn’t have a choice but to surrender herself and her body to the mysterious older woman. Emma, the notorious commitment-phobe, verbally gave herself up to Regina for the sake of an orgasm and now she couldn’t avoid her new Mommy even if she wanted to.
Not wanting to deal with the simultaneous feelings of desire and panic coursing through her body, Emma climbed out of Regina’s arms to lie down on the bed, asking if they could take a quick nap.
Regina jumped at the chance to put her new little one for a nap, and Emma fell into her embrace, her head resting in the curve of Regina’s neck and her arms trapped between their bodies.
Regina almost fell apart when Emma took her hand from between their bodies, and reached it up to her face and gently slid her thumb into her mouth to suck on whilst she fell asleep. This wasn’t bizarre to Emma, she always fell asleep like this. Regina, on the other hand, couldn’t help but coo softly into Emma’s ear about how cute her “pretty little baby” was.
Oblivious to Regina’s internal joy at finally getting the little girl she’d had her eye on for months, Emma’s world soon descended into darkness; her last thought being, ‘what the fuck have I gotten myself into?’