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Capture and Release	By : TaylorKing Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 9639 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: After stumbling across a copy of The Erotic Sleeping Beauty, and watching the trailer for 50 Shades of Gray, I decided to experiment such things with EvilCharming. Please note-this will be a VERY mature fiction. Some of the chapters (this one included) will contain bondage. If this type of situation freaks you out, please don’t read.
The first few chapters of this story will be smut heavy, and then break off into more romance.
                                    It took less than an hour for Charming to ride between his castle and Prince Henry’s estate. Charming had promised the Prince that he would come every week, more if necessary. Before, his visits had been more sporadic, until they’d narrowed down the details of the capture. Once the Queen was actually in his possession, he’d begun to come weekly. A father deserved updates on his daughter, and Charming aimed to please.
            “How is she?” Charming was sitting across from the older prince. There were two mugs of hard cider on the table between them, but neither was touching them.
            “Annoyed. Stubborn. Silent. Angry.” Charming couldn’t come up with enough words to describe the Queen’s demeanor. “Generally unhappy and distrusting.” He frowned. “I’m so sorry, Henry. I know it’s not what every father wants to hear about their daughter.”
            Henry closed his eyes. For a moment, he simply sat. Then he sighed and looked back over at Charming.
            “But she’s safe. And she’s alive. That’s what matters.”
            “And she’ll stay both.” Charming reassured him. “Trust me, Henry, I can get through to her.”
            Prince Henry did not look convinced. Charming didn’t quite blame him. Regina had been nothing but difficult since he’d taken her into the castle as prisoner.
            “May I see her?”
            “Not yet.” Charming chose his words carefully. “It’s too soon. I don’t want you to see her in her current state. No father needs that image.”
            “I might be able to talk to her.”
            “Right now, she’s listening to no one.” Charming leaned back in his chair. “She doesn’t care about being rational. Right now, she’s angry. We need to get her passed the anger stage. Then, perhaps, we can talk.” Prince Henry nodded, but it didn’t erase the sadness from his eyes. Charming let out a sigh, and leaned in to place his hand on the older man’s arm. “Look, she’s safe. She’s eating-when she choses to. I think she sleeps, but I’m not sure. She’s not accessible to anyone in the villages who wants her head. She’ll be fine. And I’ll get through to her-eventually.”
            “Has she figured out she can’t use magic?”
            “Oh she figured that out.” Charming nodded enthusiastically. “She doesn’t know why she can’t, but she knows she can’t.”
            “How….how did that go?”
            “She was unconscious at the time. The blocker was put in with the smallest of incisions. I imagine she’ll find it eventually and ask.”
            “And you’ll tell her?”
            “I’m doing what I can not to lie to her. I need her to trust me. And not hate me. Not necessarily in that order.”
            They were silent for a moment. Charming playing over the situation in his world through his head. Prince Henry trying to decide if this was the best agreement.
            “Your Majesty,” the Prince looked up at him, “let me take her. She might do better with me.”
            “What she will do, if I turn her over to you,” Charming told him seriously, “is spend her time here planning further revenge and making herself angrier. Right now, my methods might seem harsh, but I have to break through this shell she has put up. She’ll warm up to me. You’ll see.”
            The Prince still looked unconvinced. But he didn’t argue. He wanted his daughter safe, and Charming was providing that.
            “I’m trusting you on this.” Henry looked back at Charming.
            “Trust me.” Charming smiled. “One year. Give me one year. This time next spring, you’ll have your daughter back-your real daughter-not the Evil Queen she created. We’ll both have your daughter.”

                                                The castle Charming now inhabited had once been a summer palace owned by a royal whose name had been lost somewhere in history. It had been easier to travel here then to anywhere else, so he’d been preparing it for some time. He’d imprisoned all of her former knights elsewhere. He didn’t trust any of them not to turn on him and attempt to free her.
            He wasn’t entirely sure what he’d be returning to. Some nights, Regina was no trouble because she simply ignored everyone. Other nights, she spent half of it in chains due to various rants about her hatred for Charming or Snow, or the guards, or all of the above.
            It was hard for him to accept that he was now-technically-king. With Snow out of the land, and he being the one given credit for taking down the Queen, he was unofficially the king. But it was all right. He was doing his best to act as one.
            “Well, how is she?” He asked as the captain of his guard reached him. The other man looked annoyed, but shrugged his shoulders.
            “Relatively quiet. No outbursts or arguments. She-.”
            “The Queen. Regina is still the Queen.”
            “Your Majesty-.” The Captain frowned. “How long are we to continue to keep her as the Queen?”
            “She is the Queen, and that’s how she’ll remain. I won’t be replacing her. She just won’t be acting in any fashion for some time.”
            “Your optimism is impressive, Sire.”
            It probably was. Charming thought of that as he made his way downstairs. He knew many-Prince Henry included-found him too optimistic regarding Regina. But he had hope. And he had no reason to believe it wasn’t worth it.
Regina’s cell was well guarded-not that she could get far if she did get out. Charming made it his business to go down three times a day. Most of them, she ignored him. But sometimes he could annoy her enough to respond.
            “Go.” He told the four guards at the hallway entrance. He took the keys, pocketed them, and then turned the corner. Regina’s cell was small width-wise, but fairly long. The light from the torches only hit the first few feet of the cell, with the darkness remaining on the back wall. That was where Regina usually was, and now was no exception.
            “Good evening, your Majesty.” He called, leaning against the bars. “How are you this evening?”
            No response. He hadn’t been expecting one. He couldn’t even see her in the darkness.
            “Regina, can’t I even convince you to come closer to talk to me?”
            “No.” Back right corner of the cell, so that’s where she was.
            “Ah, you are there.” Charming smiled. “Come on. Come into the light.”
            No response, again. Charming had another card to play.
            “Fine then.” He called over. “I guess you don’t want to hear about my visit with your father.”
            “You saw my father?” That got the desired reaction.
            “Yes. But if you want to hear more about it, you’re going to have to at least come into the light so I can see you.”
            She emerged from the dark shadows and stood on the edge of the light. She was still beautiful-in a more toned down way. The sides of her dark hair were pulled back from her face and hung in loose waves down her back. The dress was gray and plain. She looked unhappy, which was no real surprise.
            “There you are.” Charming smiled broader. “How are you, Regina?” Regina glared at him. Silence hung between them for a minute. “Ok, rule number one: when I ask you a question, you answer it.”
            Silence, again, followed by an eye roll before she responded.
            “Is this forced conversation going to be a requirement?”
            “Yes.” Regina folded her arms over her chest. Charming suspected she was about to retreat back into the shadows. “All right, clearly you don’t want to hear what I have to say.”
            “I didn’t say that.” Regina didn’t look at him. Charming beckoned her closer to the bars. She finally stepped forward, close enough he could have reached through and touched her. He wanted to; wanted to feel the softness of her skin, of her hair, wanted desperately to kiss the frown off of her lips.
            “Let’s try this again: how are you, Regina?” Regina was silent for a moment, then turned her typical arrogant gaze to him.
            “How do you think I am, Charming?” He thought about that one for a moment. He hadn’t said she couldn’t answer a question with a question. He’d allow it.
            “Unhappy.   Uncomfortable. Doesn’t have to be this way, Regina.”
            “Really? Because this seems pretty set to me.”
            “Oh, I don’t know about that. Maybe if you played nicely with me….didn’t disrespect me, or my guards-.”
            “Or Snow White.” She rolled her eyes towards the darkness.
            “I didn’t say that. And you might want to watch your tone. Your rants against Snow White are what keep making this worse for you. We could get along a lot better if you stopped.”
            “Then I’m done with this conversation.” Regina turned away from him. Before she could move, Charming caught her arm. She spun around and glared at him, yanking herself free.
            “Your father sends his love.” Charming softened his tone, holding her eyes. “He misses you, and he’s worried about you.”
            She didn’t speak, but her eyes were filled with tears. Charming sighed. He felt bad for her. He felt bad for them both. But it was far too soon. And this scene would be too hard on the aging prince.
            “I’ll let him come see you-soon. Once you work yourself out of here.”
            She turned away. Charming gave it to her. She was trying to compose herself. When she turned back, tear streaks ran down her face.
            “And how am I supposed to do that?”
            “That’s where I come into play.” Charming smiled at her. “Follow my rules, keep yourself out of trouble, and I’ll let you upstairs. You cannot leave this castle-it would be entirely too dangerous for you. But we can work on regaining your freedoms here, with me.”
            “And Snow White.”
            “With me.” He repeated. “Snow isn’t here.” Her eyes burned with curiosity and anger.
            “Where is she?”
            “None of your concern.” Regina looked angry and turned, heading back into the darkness.
            “Stop.” Charming called. Regina glanced over her shoulder.
            “What now?”
            “We’re not done with this conversation. I didn’t say you could leave.”
            “I’m done with this conversation.” Regina informed him.
            “Don’t you want to hear my rules that will get you out of this cell?” She hesitated, glancing back at him once more. “I know you do. I know you want to be free.”
            Regina turned and moved back into the light.
            “Why don’t you just execute me?” She asked, leaning against the bars.
            “Because I don’t want you dead.” Charming hated how just the sight of her turned him on. “If I wanted that, I’d let you in the countryside for an hour and that would take care of that. I want you safe, and alive.”
            “Why?” Her tone was bitter, despite his explanation.
            “Because you’re the Queen.” Charming shrugged as though that seemed to explain everything.
            “I stopped being queen the day you put me in this cell.” Regina leaned closer to him.
            “You’ll stay queen as long as I command it.” Charming leaned in as well so that he was inches from her face. “Now, are you listening to me?”
            “Yes.” She rolled her eyes.
            “Good. Now, obviously, the first rule: questions get answers. That one is easy. Actually, most of the rest are as well. You’ll behave, and be respectful to my staff and I. No informing me how much you wish me dead. And no threats, or rants, against Snow White.”
            “Just have to protect her, don’t you?”
            “It has nothing to do with that, Regain.” Charming shook his head. “It’s unhealthy for you. You’ll never move past your hatred of her without stopping. Disobeying any of these will result in punishment-which I’ll determine.”
            Regina tilted her head to the side. A slow smile appeared on her lips for the first time.
            “You? Will punish me? Well, isn’t that….terrifying.” Charming smiled.
            “Don’t you think I can do it?”
            “Can’t you see how horrified I am at the thought?” Regina laughed. Charming recognized the glint in her eyes. He’d seen it many times before.
            He reached into his pocket and withdrew the key. He slid the key into the lock. It clicked open. He saw the curiosity on Regina’s face. Good. He needed to surprise her.
            “Now, what were you saying?” He asked, moving towards her. She backed up against the wall, her eyes locked with his. “Don’t you think I can punish you? I could do it now if I wanted to.”
            She was fully pressed against the wall. Charming watched as she drew a slow breath, but her eyes never broke down. If she was truly intimidated, she wasn’t showing it.
            “I think….” He murmured, “that depending on the method, you might actually enjoy it.” Regina appeared to stifle a laugh, her eyes lit up and a small smile formed on her lips.
            “Enjoy it? What exactly are you implying, your Majesty? I doubt there’s very little you could do to me that I’d enjoy….”
            “Really?” Charming raised his hand, stroked her cheek lightly. “You doubt it that much? I disagree. I know there might be something. How long has it been, Regina? How long have you gone without human contact? Did you have guards who fucked you for satisfaction? Or have you been left to your own…devices for all this time?”
            Regina licked her lips in a motion he found almost too enticing to resist. Her eyes were sparkling with the game. Because that’s what this was to her: a game. She was playing him, wondering how far she could push him. Unfortunately, she thought she was playing with Prince Charming the naïve and gullible. She didn’t realize what an opponent she was playing against.
            “Why on earth would I even entertain such a thought with you, Charming?” She purred, daring him with that look in her eyes. “I can’t imagine how boring it might be.”
            Charming dropped his head, placed his forehead against hers. The daring look toned down in her eyes and was replaced by a look of uncertainty. She hadn’t been expecting him to play along. He could almost see her debating if she wanted to proceed with this game.
            “Boring, you say? You think it would be boring?” He flicked his tongue against her lips, and smirked at the gasp he heard her make. “You’ve spent this entire conversation underestimating me, Regina. I think it’s time you stopped. And I have half a mind to show you why.”
            Her breathing changed. He could feel her breasts rising and falling rapidly against his chest. Her eyes were still gleaming in the dim light, but it was different this time.
            “Show me? Why Prince Charming, just what are you implying?” She deliberately shifted, pressing herself against him. “What exactly would our dear Snow White say if she knew what you were down here considering with her evil stepmother?”
            Charming smirked and stepped away from her.
            “Why would you have to go and ruin a perfectly good moment by bringing up Snow White?” He sighed dramatically. “Regina, my only true desire was fucking you senseless. And now…” He tsked his words. “Now the mood is lost.”
            There was more anger in her eyes than there needed to be. She folded her arms over her breasts, glaring at him. It was amusing how disappointed she was at the prospect of losing his touch.
            “I knew you couldn’t do it.”
            He was on her in an instant, capturing one wrist and then the other locking them into shackles that hung from chains against the wall. They were higher than her, and they pulled her slightly up so she was standing on her toes.
            “This is partially for that comment about Snow.” He breathed as his left hand stroked her jaw. “And partially for that comment about me not being able to do it. I have half a mind to leave you right here, like this, to think about what you’ve missed out on.”
            He leaned in, and let his lips move down the side of her throat. He heard the soft gasp which left her mouth. Her lips were what he wanted next, and he was going to have them.
            “But you won’t.” She breathed the words. He could see now her eyes were closed.
            “Why’s that?” He asked, nipping her earlobe gently.
            “Because you want me too badly.” She murmured, and she actually leaned her head into his caress.
            “Do I?” He finally let his hand rest on her hip, sliding it over her stomach. “Are you so very sure of that, Regina?”
            “You’re going to deny it?”
            “I’m not denying I want you-that’s more than true.” He straightened and pressed against her, letting her feel exactly how much he did want her. “But do you think I wouldn’t walk out of this cell right here and now just to make a point?”
            She hadn’t thought of that. Her silence told that. He chuckled against her skin. It was as soft as he wanted it to be. Given her current state, it didn’t smell as sweet as he had thought, but it was natural which was almost more enticing than any perfume she could have worn.
            His hand slid up, over her rib cage. He heard her stifle a sound. She was biting her lower lip.
            “What was that?” He asked, looking up at her fully. “Did I hear something?” She turned her dark glare to him.
            “Damn it, Charming.” In response, he moved his hand higher. It closed over her right breast. This time, he watched her face. She drew in a sudden breath. Charming squeezed lightly and her eyes closed.
            He wanted her so incredibly badly. He’d barely touched her, but he needed her. Her breast felt perfect under his hand.
            “Do you want me?” He whispered, moving his lips up to touch hers. “Shall I finish what I’m “implying”, Regina?”
            “Yes.” She responded, almost too softly for him to hear.
            “I’m sorry, what was that?”
            “Yes.” She repeated slightly louder.
            “Yes what?”
            “Yes, Charming, just fucking do it.”
            “Do what?” He didn’t have to look at her face to know he was annoying the hell out of her. It amused him.
            “Yes Charming, fuck me.”
            “Good girl. That’s much better.” With that, he sealed his lips over hers. His tongue wasted no time slipping into her mouth. She responded instantly, her tongue fighting with his in an attempt at domination. He almost laughed. It was hard to fight for domination in her position.
            He gathered her skirt, sliding it up her body and trapping the fabric between them. The dress’s neckline was too high for easy access to her breasts. That disappointed him. He’d wanted her breasts for so long. Next time, he assured himself. He’d have them next time.
            He slipped his hand between her thighs, stroking her sex through her underclothes. He could already feel the heat and wetness beneath the skimpy fabric.
            “You are ready for me.” He leaned in, breathing against her lips. “Tell me, Regina,” he tugged the fabric aside so his hand could slide in to touch the skin. “You like your sex rougher…kinkier…don’t you?”
            His fingers pressed lightly against her clit. Regina made a soft moaning sound.
            “Yes.”
            “It didn’t take much to figure that out. Have you ever been tied up during sex?” His fingers moved in circles over her clit, rubbing harder. Regina was obviously trying to keep her control.
            “I-.” Her voice broke off, choking into a moan.
            “What was that?” Charming sucked her earlobe lightly.
            “No.” She squirmed as best she could.
            “I didn’t think so. Have you tied anyone else up during sex?”
            “Yes.” She was panting now. He pulled his fingers from her clit and slid two of them into her. She cried out softly.
            “Have you fantasized about being tied up? But you just never found the right man to be properly….dominating?” She shook off pleasure to glare up at him. “Mmm, I like being right. Especially about you.”
            She was close. He could tell from the erratic movements, the breathy gasps. He pulled his fingers away, smiling faintly.
            “I’m not about to make it that easy on you,” he whispered, unbuttoning his pants with one hand and freeing his length with the other. He slid one hand down her side to the back of her thigh and pulled her leg up, wrapping it around his waist. With one hand, he reached down and pulled the fabric of her underwear to the side. Gently, he settled the tip of his hardness against her entrance.
            Regina’s eyes burned into him. She licked her lips. Charming could feel heat against his sex, and it was killing him. He pushed forward, easing himself slowly into her. Regina’s eyes fell closed, and he watched her mouth form the silent scream.
            “You can scream,” Charming groaned, pushing himself into hilt, “I sent the guards away.” He began moving inside of her, thrusting hard against her.
            Regina’s cries became louder as his thrusts became faster. He was hitting deep inside of her. Her lips caught his in the sporadic kisses he dropped. She felt so good. He was really doing it-he was really fucking the Evil Queen. And she was loving it.
            His fingers moved between their bodies to find her clit. He stroked for a minute before moving slow circles around it. His other hand drifted down her body, pulling her right leg up and wrapping it around his waist.
            “Oh-.” She opened her eyes, met his. There was no arrogance, or evil, in her eyes right now. There was only lust, passion. She wanted release, and he was controlling it. Did he stop now? Let her wait for it until the next time?
            (There would be a next time. That was for certain.)
            No, not tonight. He was finishing her. He needed her to see how incredible release with him could be, to enjoy the sex and to know what she was getting herself into.
            “Ah-. Charming-.” Her chest rose and fall rapidly. Her face registered just how close she was, eyes alternating between open and closed, lips parted and sometimes making no sound. He wanted to see her come. He was dying to see her face. Her face was making this entire experience more erotic. He was pounding into her, feeling his own orgasm drawing closer.
            “Come for me, beautiful.” He breathed. She was beautiful, and in the depths of passion, she was even more so than usual.
            A few more quick circles against her clit and she fell over the edge. Her eyes closed, her head falling against his while the most beautiful scream he’d ever heard left her lips. He slammed into her, pinning her roughly to the wall as he came inside of her. He heard his own cries mix with hers, groaning and gasping against her skin.
            Finally he pulled back, breathing deeply. Regina met his eyes. She swallowed hard. He felt her body trembling around him. He actually felt bad that he had to put her down before he could remove the chains.
            “I’ll unchain you in just a moment.” He kissed her lips lightly as he lowered her legs as far as they would touch. She seemed all right with it. Her gaze never left his as he reached down to pull up his pants and button them before fishing the key from his pocket.
He quickly unchained her right wrist and then her left, grabbing them both and rubbing them gently. There were no marks on them, which pleased him. He wanted her as unhurt as much as possible, no matter how small.
“Weren’t expecting it to be that good, were you?” He smirked. Annoyance had settled over Regina’s features. He almost laughed. “Questions get answers, Regina.” She scowled at him, but nodded.
“It was…less boring than I anticipated.” He was surprised as her fingers reached out, toyed with the buttons of his shirt. “Perhaps next time, you’ll impress me more.”
“The lady already wants a next time.” Charming cupped her chin, brought it up to his mouth and kissed her. He let go of her and walked out of the cell. He locked the cell door before turning to look back at her “I’ll send the guards back to take care of you. I’ll see you tomorrow, your Majesty.”
Regina moved to lean against the bars. Her eyes locked with his in distrust.
“Until tomorrow, Prince Charming.”
A/N: I know, I didn’t explain a lot. That’s coming in future chapters. Charming’s relationship with Prince Henry is key through this story. Thoughts?
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