Regina perches leisurely on the backrest of the sofa, her face cast in shadow as twilight filters softly into the room. She runs a finger repetitively over her bottom lip as if deep in thought; delicate features serene as she takes in the scene before her.

The tranquility of the moment is not shared by the Sheriff, who lets out a sharp yelp as the crude metal of the handcuffs bites into her struggling flesh. After the first five minutes of swearing, rationalizing, and then swearing again, the blonde has given up appealing to the darker woman, and now instead just focuses her attention on the hook rendering her helpless; neck straining as she directs her anger up at the traitorous steel spiral.

The determination the younger woman exhibits is fascinating, but the brunette finds herself tiring of the silence, filled only with the occasional exasperated huff. She is not a woman who appreciates being ignored. What she does appreciate is the way the Sheriff twists and turns her body in her attempt to free herself; her captured wrists forcing her to stretch upwards, and the muscles of her stomach to flex tantalisingly in the dim purple light of dusk.

"Fuck this!"

The Mayor winces as the blonde resorts to simply yanking on the cuffs as hard as she possibly can; tutting as she thinks of the pretty pale flesh of skinny wrists becoming broken and bruised. She pushes herself off the couch and stalks over to her victim, who, if anything, wrestles at the restraints all the more vigorously upon her approach.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, Miss Swan, but I believe your wrists will give in long before those cuffs will..."

"Yeah? Well, we're about to find out!"

Regina swiftly moves to stand directly opposite Emma, forcing the struggling young woman to look at her. She wants to have her fun with the blonde, and, if she's been reading her correctly so far, a little struggle and a little roughness will serve to enhance the Sheriff's pleasure. What she doesn't want is for Emma to hurt herself doing something stupid.

If she is to be in pain, Regina wishes to be its cause directly.

"Really, dear, why pretend you're not enjoying this?"

"No need to pretend; I'm not enjoying this!"

Green eyes glare down at her angrily, and the near darkness that cloaks the room only adds to the mood. The Mayor studies her conquest with vague curiosity. Beneath the rage written all over Emma's face is something softer. At first, she had mistaken it for playful pretense, but on reflection, it looks almost like fear.

Interesting.

"Are you sure?"

She adopts a syrupy-sweet tone; hoping to get another glimpse at the small indent created at the left side of the Sheriff's mouth when trying not to crack a smile. The blonde remains stoic however, and merely shakes her impressive mane.

"I don't like being cuffed!"

Her voice is gruff and stern, as if scolding the brunette for such idiocies, but the Mayor can't remember the last time she witnessed someone ready to skin their wrists raw just because they didn't feel like playing a silly little game. Frowning, Regina feels a small wave of irritation and discomfort when she imagines she understands the real reason why the blonde is less then thrilled at her predicament.

One's past can be a bitch at times.

She keeps her enlightenment to herself however; she still wants to play out this scene.

Wants to test just how much willpower the younger woman truly possesses.

"Well, if you want me to let you down, all you need to do is ask..."

"Fine. Let me down."

"Oh come now, what's the magic word?"

"Fuck you, Regina."

"...Well that's definitely not how to go about getting your way"

She strokes a red lacquered finger softly over a flushed cheek, earning herself another scowl from the Sheriff. At their close proximity and given the situation, the dark thunder that flashes in the younger woman's eyes is intoxicating. Exciting. She allows her attention to wander down over the taut expanse of the blonde's torso; the latter's stomach firm and tight, and her breasts displayed most flatteringly in her forced stance. The red of the lace that still encases Emma's sex is dulled by the creeping darkness, and it becomes a shadow; a secret.

Regina lets her tongue run slowly over her bottom lip as she takes in the full picture the Sheriff creates. She can well imagine the feisty young woman's distaste at finding herself in cuffs once more. She thinks back to her previous musings upon Emma's time spent behind bars, and envisages the blonde just as pale- just as bare- in those harsh surroundings.

She imagines luscious hair and pretty complexion to be deceiving, however.

There is something hard in the blonde; bitter- like biting down on tinfoil- and she would put money on it that the young woman before her had played not the hunted, but the huntress.

It's not the cuffs you don't like, it's the being caught. Being the 'bitch'... Because before now, you decided on the rules. You controlled the game. You were Queen.

Well, not anymore, sweetheart.

She can't deny that there is something utterly arousing in the thought of a younger, callower version of Storybrooke's pretty little Sheriff demanding and forcing her desires from the weak, doe-eyed girls she had been incarcerated with. Her mind momentarily flashes sordidly with the image of the blonde holding a shiv to a faceless brunette's throat and stealing a kiss, before forcing the girl down between her legs.

The logical specimen within the Mayor imagines she has a ludicrously pornographic idea of women's prisons, but she allows herself to hope nonetheless.

And she can't speak for the Emma, but this situation just got hot as hell.

"If you want something from me, you're going to have to offer me something in return."

"I'm pretty sure I've already given you something..."

The blonde growls at her. Regina grins wickedly, feeling the warmth between her legs increase with the memory of the Sheriff's expert tongue. She takes a step closer to the blonde- closing the space between them- and relishes the anger bestowed upon her by glittering eyes. Wrapping her arms around Emma's slender waist, she whispers low into her ear.

"And you were undeniably good at it... Tell me... How does one become so adept at using their tongue?... To be honest, my dear, I never figured you for a submissive... But then, I bet life was a lot easier last time you wore those pretty, pretty silver bracelets if you were happy to take it on your knees-"

At her low, sultry declaration the blonde lunges forward; all teeth. Regina steps away swiftly, chuckling at the animalistic anger in her Sheriff's eyes. She recognizes the need to tread carefully however; she wants Emma on the verge of losing it, but she doesn't want to push her completely over the edge. She knows the blonde is strong- stronger than most- but everyone has their line not to be crossed, and she has no intention of spending the rest of the evening offering condolences and comfort.

Fortunately, she knows Emma to be the last person to accept them.

Closing the distance between them once more, she grazes the Sheriff's throat with her teeth until the latter reluctantly tilts her head back to allow this onslaught of attention to pale skin. The brunette bites her experimentally- already having discovered the reward her sharp nips garner- listening out for the areas that cause a distinct hitch of breath or sigh from the blonde. As her mouth works delicate skin, her hands once more encompass Emma's waist, before traveling down to grab her ass crudely.

Possessively.

"All you have to do is say 'please'..."

She murmurs low into the blonde's ear; pulling away thick golden curls that impede her breath as she whispers. Emma retaliates by throwing her head to the side; shying away from Regina's lips in a way that makes the Mayor chuckle.

"Don't be so proud, dear..."

She finds the blonde's lips as she speaks; not willing to buy into the charade the younger woman exhibits. Her probing tongue is met with resilience as soft lips press together firmly, denying her entrance. The brunette refuses to be deterred... She will get the Sheriff to beg.

Deft fingers trace over delicate red lace once more as Regina continues to kiss and nip at resisting lips. As she runs her hands over the younger woman's pale frame, she can feel the tremble of fine muscle beneath her palms; the position the blonde has been forced into taking its toll on aching arms.

Attention wandering downwards, she runs her fingers softly over the small dip created by the Sheriff's sex- poking a finger within damp fabric between slick folds- and is rewarded with a soft groan into her neck.

Hooking her finger into the delicate lace, she tugs it downwards, dragging scant underwear slowly over the swell of the blonde's ass, after which is falls to the floor with a flourish.

"Fuck..."

Her lip catches between her teeth as she takes in new flesh revealed. The pale skin beneath her wandering eyes is bare in more ways than one and the Mayor hums appreciatively against Emma's collarbone, her eyes refusing to leave the sight so recently uncovered.

"... Well, I'll be..."

Emma shudders against her as she whispers into her throat, a small, broken sound escaping her lips as she grips the hateful chain of the handcuffs with desperate hands.

"Let me down, Regina..."

Her quiet request is met with a smirk as two fingers slide once more into the hot wetness of her entrance, and the blonde cries out softly into a mass of chestnut hair. Regina begins to move her fingers faster and faster; deliciously aware of the way the Sheriff trembles against her.

"All you need to do is ask nicely..."

She can feel the muscles of the blonde's core flutter against her intrusive fingers as the palm of her hand grinds purposefully against the younger woman's clit, but still she is refused a response. Working her fingers to a rapid blur, she bites down hard on a quivering clavicle, savoring the slightly salted taste as pale legs tremble dangerously.

"Just one little word, Sheriff..."

The panting in her ear teases her hair, and she grins as a soft keening sound starts to her left. She works her assaulting hand violently, while the other arm wraps around the younger woman's waist; catching the blonde just as her body goes limp with pleasure and pulling sweat-slick limbs closer to hers while kissing her deeply.

"Say it..."

Emma feels her knees buckle dangerously as her entire being feels set alight, and she groans into the soft curve of the brunette's shoulder. The pleasure is so intense it becomes painful as she struggles to keep herself upright to avoid ravaging her wrists on the cruel steel above her. The arm tightly embracing her waist feels firm- protective- but she knows Regina better than to believe the aiding limb will remain in place for much longer without encouragement.

Fuck it if she thinks I'm going to beg...

As the thought flashes scarlet across her brain, the fingers working their delicious magic between her legs begin to corkscrew and her knees tremble warningly. She can feel the waves of ecstasy threatening to carry her into oblivion, and she begins to pant harshly in time with each thrust of the brunette's expert hand. She wants to shut it out and deny the older woman the pleasure of victory, but she can feel herself becoming rapidly undone.

A soft lick from her sternum to her jaw cinches the deal, and she cries out as her inner-muscles flutter around the fingers buried deep within her sex; begging the brunette to catch her as she falls.

"Oh, fuck!... Please... I can't... I ... Please!"

Regina tightens her grip instantly at Emma's waist; keeping her from collapsing down for fear of the blonde ripping the skin of her wrists. As the quaking of the lithe body against her own begins to subside, she strokes her fingers gently up and down the sex-slick expanse of the blonde's spine.

"Shhhh..."

She runs her hands into luxurious waves of golden silk, cupping the blonde's head to her shoulder as she feels harsh, exhausted breath expelled against her skin. As the fluttering of air becomes softer and a little more regular, she gives one final squeeze- tugging at the pale curls in her hand- before releasing them and wordlessly stepping away from the spent, quivering body of the Sheriff.

"Just one little word, Emma..."

The blonde looks up slowly at the use of her first name and sighs as warm hands find her face once more; caressing her cheek softly.

"...Please..."

There is an audible click as Regina turns a silver key within the Sheriff's retrains, and a metallic thud as they fall to the floor. The Mayor reaches for the blonde's abused wrists when the latter begins to rub at them viciously in an attempt to bring back the circulation. She studies abused flesh thoughtfully, before pulling the blonde into a rough kiss once more while her fingers work over reddened flesh gently.

"See... That wasn't so hard..."

Green eyes flicker up to meet her gaze; heavy with lust and hate, and she chuckles as she offers the younger woman a violent kiss that is eagerly reciprocated.

"Fuck you, Regina..."

"Please...Sheriff..."