The little bell over the door of Gold's shop rang as Regina Mills sauntered through it. A smirk curved Gold's lips as he looked up and saw who had just entered the shop. Her black stilettos clicked on the floor as she walked up to the counter. "Regina… this is an unexpected pleasure. I don't think I've seen you since before the election. What do you know… I guess I picked a winner after all" he said smugly, deliberately needling her. She frowned at the mention of the Sheriff's election that Emma had won but didn't say anything.
"So tell me… what brings the Mayor to my shop?" he said silkily, looking at her.
She smiled sweetly but insincerely. Dealing with Rumple always meant having to keep a lid on her temper as much as possible. "I'm looking for a particular item… a hat…" she said. "A hat?" he said, no real interest in his tone. "I have many different hats…" he pointed out. Regina frowned slightly but resisted the urge to snap at him. Regina had no intention of letting him under her skin. Not this time. "This one is different… special…" she said. He leaned over the desk, eyes on her and a smirk on his lips. "Special? How so dearie?"
She took a deep breath. "It's a top hat. It belonged to a man named Jefferson…" she said, trying to keep her frustration out of her voice. He was starting to get on her nerves. Something that the imp had always had a talent for. "Oh that hat…" he said with a smirk. "Well I am afraid that particular item… isn't for sale…" he said silkily. She frowned, her dark eyes glittering angrily. "And why not?" she said, leaning in slightly and resting her hands on the edge of the desk. He moved forward so his face was near to hers. His gaze was locked on hers and his expression was taunting. "As you said… it's a rather special hat…"
Regina's eyes narrowed. "What do you want?" she said in a crisp, no nonsense voice. There was always a price with him and it might not be a price that she would be willing to pay. Just because he didn't have magic in this land didn't mean that he was harmless. Far from it.
His eyes slid down the line of her body in a way that was decidedly lascivious before flicking back up to her face. "Why don't we discuss this in my office?" he said. One arched brow raised as she caught the meaning of his expression and tone. That twisted little imp. "I don't thi…" she started to say before he cut her off. "Please" he said, an insufferable smirk on his face.
She stiffened slightly as she felt the compulsion and looked at him warily, hear starting to race. Surely he didn't… surely he wasn't aware of his power of her. Of the deal she had so foolishly agreed to in order to enact the curse. If he knew that he had complete control over her just by saying please… well she didn't even want to finish that thought.
Gold gestured to the door behind the counter and she walked through it. The back room was full of all kinds of interesting items. "Close the door please" he said as he took a seat behind the desk. She pushed the door closed as he had asked and slowly turned to look at him. He was watching her like he was undressing her with her eyes. A slight shiver went down her spine and a sense of trepidation came over her as she wondered what he wanted from her.
"That's a very nice jacket Madame Mayor…" he said, a wicked grin on his face. It was clear that he was enjoying this. Bastard. Of course he would relish having he exactly where he wanted her. "I'd like you to take it off… please" he added.
Regina fought to show nothing on her face as the compulsion gripped her again. She knew that she couldn't let him know that he could control her. The mayor slowly unbuttoned the black suit jacket and hung it over the back of the chair in front of her.
His grin widened. "Now the heels… please" he said in an annoyingly calm, even voice. She felt a slight trace of alarm at that request but she did as he said and stepped out of the black stiletto heels, leaving them on the floor. Surely he wouldn't go any further with this? Would he?
"And since you're being so cooperative… dearie… I'd like you to take off your underwear and give them to me… please" he said, making her dark eyes widen. That bastard. She could already feel the compulsion. The more she fought it the harder it got. And the harder it was not to give any sign of it. She dreaded to think what would happen if he figured it out.
She reached under her long black high-waisted skirt to pull down her underwear. Somehow she managed to do it without tripping over or flashing him. His face was unbearably smug as she stepped out of the scrap of black lace.
When she handed it to him he tucked it in the pocket of his jacket. He grinned at her slightly pissed off expression and patted his lap. "Come here… please" he said. She stared at him for a moment before walking over to him, as slowly as she could manage with the compulsion. It was like an pressure on her that increased the more she tried to resist.
Gold smirked as she walked over and sat on his lap, arranging herself so that she was at least sitting across his legs, rather than straddling them. She felt very exposed wearing a skirt and no underwear. She was very aware that she was completely at his mercy. He leaned in so his nose was almost brushing her hair and breathed in deeply. A slight shiver went down her spine that wasn't entirely unpleasant. "Apples… I might have guessed…" he said, his tone dry and conversational. One hand slid into her hair, gripping it tightly but not tightly enough to hurt her. She felt him move her head close, his eyes looking directly into hers.
Then his lips were against hers, firm but softer than expected. Gentle… but making it very clear that he was in control. For a few moments she stayed still and unresponsive but then she found herself kissing him back. His hand slid deeper into her hair as his lips parted hers.
Regina felt the hand that wasn't in her hair, slide over her waist then move upwards start to deftly undo the top buttons of her blouse. She would have protested but she couldn't with his mouth on hers. It was infuriating that she couldn't do a thing about this… and more infuriating that a big part of her liked it.
When the blouse was undone he slid a hand into her bra. She felt her traitorous body respond to his touch, breath catching slightly in her throat and nipple hardening under his palm. Bastard.
She bit his bottom lip sharply and had the satisfaction of feeling him jump and pull back from the kiss, his hands sliding out of her bra and letting go of her hair. His lip was bleeding slightly but he smirked as he looked at her. The bite had not fazed him at all. If anything he seemed to have rather liked it.
Gold slowly leaned in so his lips inches were almost brushing her ear. "I'd like you to bend over the desk… please…" he said in a rather dark tone. Oh god. This was not happening. He couldn't be intending what she thought he was intending. She felt hot, flustered and rather light headed. She fought the compulsion for long moments until it became unbearable and she simply had to obey. The mayor slowly slid off his lap and bent over the desk as he requested. She couldn't see the smug look on his face as he got to his feet behind her but she could imagine it all too well.
He slowly slid up the long black skirt until it was bunched up around her waist, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze. She shivered slightly from the cool air on her skin. She felt his fingers sliding over the cheek of her ass and jumped slightly when he gave it a little slap. Obviously a bit of payback for the bite. He chuckled a bit and slid his hand between her legs, gently nudging them apart.
Regina had to bite back a moan when his fingers brushed her slit. She could have sworn she heard a soft groan behind her as realized what an effect he'd had on her. She felt completely humiliated… but completely aroused by her current predicament.
Her body shuddered as he slid a finger inside her and a soft moan escaped her before she could stop it. In her aroused state it was like sweet torture. She almost whimpered when he withdrew the finger. Behind her she heard the rustle of cloth and sound of his zipper as he freed himself from his trousers. Knowing that he was now as exposed as she was sent an almost painful jolt of arousal through her. Goddamn him.
Suddenly she felt something very hard and rather large pressed up against her most intimate parts. Her body shuddered slightly and her hands gripped the edge of the table. He rubbed his hardness against her, teasing her until she writhed against him. Something like a soft whimper left her lips. God… he was driving her crazy.
His hands gripped her hips firmly as he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance and slowly started to push his way inside her. He was big enough that he had to work his way inside her, inch by inch. It was at the same time delicious and torturous. By the time he was fully inside her he had managed to get several soft moans from her. Her body shuddered in pleasure as he started to slowly thrust and she heard him groan softly behind her. It gave her some small satisfaction to know that he couldn't stay completely quiet.
At first his thrusts were slow, teasing and controlled, not giving her quite what she desperately wanted. But she wouldn't beg. Not when she still had a small scrap of dignity left. Then she felt him start to lose control… thrusting harder, faster. She could hear his ragged breathing and low moans.
He pulled almost the way out of her then pushed himself back inside her in one smooth motion, spilling her upper body off the table and tearing a loud moan from her throat. Rumple barely gave her moment to catch her breath before continuing to thrust into her roughly and deeply
Oh lord … his thrusts were hitting all the right spots. She could already feel the slow, steady build up of pleasure between her legs. And she could tell from the pace of his movements and the low growl that left his lips that he wasn't very far away either. His movements got faster, rougher and almost frantic as the tingling in her body became damn near unbearable. She could tell that the last of his control was gone now. If he hadn't managed to get her so aroused it would have hurt but in that moment it was exactly what she wanted. Needed.
Her back arched and her hands tightened around the edge of the desk she reached her climax. Regina's nails gouged the wood but she barely noticed in that moment. The feeling was too intense. She heard him moan deeply, felt him tense and shudder as her orgasm brought his.
She collapsed limply on the desk as the waves of pleasure finally started to abate.
By the time her breathing had started to go back to normal he had tucked himself back into his trousers, and was sitting in the chair as if he hadn't just been fucking her over his desk.
He grinned as he watched her rearrange her clothing, run her fingers through her mussed up hair and quickly reapply her lipstick. She frowned as she realized he still had her underwear tucked in his jacket pocket. "I'd like my underwear back…" she said, trying to keep her voice steady even though she was still slightly breathless. He smirked at her request and she knew what his answer would be before he even opened his mouth. "Oh no dearie… I think I'll be keeping them… as a souvenir"
"Suit yourself…" she said crisply, pulling on her jacket and sliding into her shoes. She quickly looked in a mirror on the wall, making sure no one would be able to tell what she had just been doing. Regina couldn't quite believe it herself and she would never admit that she had liked it. Gold got up and walked over to a small chest. He unlocked it and opened it, pulling out a rather battered looking hat case. It was easily recognizable as the case that contained Jefferson's hat. "I think this was what you wanted…" he said smugly, holding it out to her.
She walked over and quickly snatched it from his fingers before he could change his mind about giving it to her. With that she turned on her heel and left the office, face flushed and his amused chuckle ringing in her ears. The door opened and the bell rung just before Regina got to the front door. To her chagrin it was pretty much the last person that she wanted to see at that particular. Emma Swan raised an eyebrow as the Mayor brushed past her without so much a word.
The blonde walked towards the front counter as Mr Gold appeared in the doorway leading to the back. He seemed to be the only person in town who frequently managed to ruffle Regina's feathers. And Emma did so enjoy seeing the usually unflappable woman in a snit. "What got Regina's panties in a twist?" she asked Gold in a dry amused voice as she reached the counter. He had to have done something to really piss Regina off this time and she wanted the details. He grinned slightly at her question, his voice and expression carefully innocent. "I really have no idea Miss Swan…"