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salmon_pinkTitle: Cuffed
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Emma/Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Words: 250
Notes: Bondage. Spanking. Mention of object insertion. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
femslash100's Kinks Challenge, prompt "roleplay".
“You’re under arrest, ma’am,” Emma murmurs against her ear. Voice low and promising, making Ruby inhale shakily, excitement skittering under her skin.
The door to Emma’s office isn’t even locked. Anyone could walk in and see Ruby like this, bent over Emma’s desk, skirt shoved up, panties around one ankle. Wrists handcuffed at the small of her back, shirt open and the cups of her bra pulled down so her breasts spill over.
Ruby’s vulnerable, exposed, wet and so fucking needy.
“Please,” she gasps, playing her role. “I’ll do anything, officer.”
Emma’s laugh makes her hips twitch, but she’s at the wrong angle to rub herself against the desk, and it’s too flat anyway.
“Don’t worry,” Emma purrs. “I already know you will.”
Her nightstick has rested beside Ruby throughout the exchange, carefully laid out in her line of sight, a deliberate tease. Now Emma reaches for it, and Ruby can’t help her whimper. She’s throbbing, aching for something inside of her, and when the blunt, rounded head of the nightstick nudges gently against her cunt she tries to arch back into it instinctively.
That gets her another of those dirty little laughs, and a light slap across the ass. Emma only trails the nightstick lightly over her labia, before dragging it down her inner thighs, and Ruby can feel where it’s already damp with her juices from such a brief touch, leaving a wet trail over her skin.
“Don’t worry,” Emma whispers. “I’ll make sure you learn your lesson.”
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Emma/Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Words: 250
Notes: Bondage. Spanking. Mention of object insertion. For
femslash100's Kinks Challenge, prompt "roleplay".“You’re under arrest, ma’am,” Emma murmurs against her ear. Voice low and promising, making Ruby inhale shakily, excitement skittering under her skin.
The door to Emma’s office isn’t even locked. Anyone could walk in and see Ruby like this, bent over Emma’s desk, skirt shoved up, panties around one ankle. Wrists handcuffed at the small of her back, shirt open and the cups of her bra pulled down so her breasts spill over.
Ruby’s vulnerable, exposed, wet and so fucking needy.
“Please,” she gasps, playing her role. “I’ll do anything, officer.”
Emma’s laugh makes her hips twitch, but she’s at the wrong angle to rub herself against the desk, and it’s too flat anyway.
“Don’t worry,” Emma purrs. “I already know you will.”
Her nightstick has rested beside Ruby throughout the exchange, carefully laid out in her line of sight, a deliberate tease. Now Emma reaches for it, and Ruby can’t help her whimper. She’s throbbing, aching for something inside of her, and when the blunt, rounded head of the nightstick nudges gently against her cunt she tries to arch back into it instinctively.
That gets her another of those dirty little laughs, and a light slap across the ass. Emma only trails the nightstick lightly over her labia, before dragging it down her inner thighs, and Ruby can feel where it’s already damp with her juices from such a brief touch, leaving a wet trail over her skin.
“Don’t worry,” Emma whispers. “I’ll make sure you learn your lesson.”
