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Capture and Release	By : TaylorKing Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 9636 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When he checked on Regina again, she was sleeping stretched across the bed. She didn’t stir, even when he entered the room and crossed to the bed to have a closer look. He watched her for a few long moments before finally turning to leave her in peace.
She was still sleeping later that evening. The staff was inclined to wake her, Charming was not.
“She needs the sleep.” He advised. “She’ll wake up when she’s ready.”
It was nearly noon when the maid came to him and told him the Queen was awake.
“Let her clean up, and bring her food. I’ll go up tonight. Tell her she’s having dinner with me tonight.”
He was intentionally making her wait. He wasn’t going to go running up there immediately. The anticipation was good for her. He’d spend all night with her. That was for sure.
Just after 7, Charming made his way up the staircase. Unlocking the door, he let himself into the bedroom and took his time to close and lock the door before turning.
Regina was watching him from beside the window. She was dressed in a long blue velvet gown that glimmered with dozens of tiny diamonds around the low neckline. Her hair was pulled on top of her head in an elaborate bun and he noticed a few diamond trimmed pins set in her dark hair. You could see how much weight she had lost, but she was stunning nonetheless.
He licked his lips, thinking. Tonight he was going to do something he had never done before-he was going to take his time with her. Just the idea of having that beautiful body completely to himself with unlimited time sent chills running up his spine.
“Well, I see the Queen has returned.” He smiled, crossing the room to her. Regina already looked annoyed, but he suspected that was natural. “You look lovely. Was today slightly better than the rest?”
“Being locked in a room is equally unimpressive-regardless of how lovely the room is.” She told him, holding his gaze darkly. Charming shrugged calmly.
“All right, if you don’t care either way, you can spend the rest of the night back in the dungeons.” He reached for her arm, resisting the urge to smirk as she took a step back.
“That won’t be necessary.” She folded her arms over her chest. He watched her breasts beneath them. He wanted her now. But no. Tonight was going to be different. After all, he had the entire night with her. It wasn’t like she was going anywhere.
Charming turned back to the door as it unlocked. The maid let herself in before bringing in trays of food she rested on a small hallway table. She began setting them up on the small table beside the fireplace.
“Hungry?” Charming turned back to Regina. The question appeared to be complicated for her. She was apparently contemplating her answer. “Regina, yes or no? You are, or you aren’t.”
“Yes.”
“That wasn’t hard, was it?” He held out his hand for hers. “Come on.”
He led Regina to the table. Once there, he pulled out her chair, motioning for her to sit. Surprisingly she did with no argument. He sat across from her, examining the meat and vegetables on his plate. Beef, with green beans, squash, zucchini. He watched Regina study the plate as though she’d never seen any of it.
“You need to eat.” He told her. “You’ve easily lost ten pounds. And that’s your fault, not mine. No more hunger strikes.” Regina glared over at him once more, but she calmly laid her napkin on her lap.
They ate in silence for a few moments. Charming knew she wasn’t going to make conversation with him, so he was going to have to force her.
“How is it?” He asked politely. Regina looked up at him and then back at her food. “We talked about questions getting answers, Regina. You seem insistent on making this harder than it is. I asked you about your food.”
“It’s fine.”
“Fine? You don’t like it?”
“I said it was fine, and I’m eating it, all right?” Regina grumbled, stabbing a green bean harder than necessary.
“What did that bean ever do to you?” Charming tsked his words before going back to his own food. “You know, if you don’t like it, you can tell me. The staff is not going to make you eat anything you don’t like. They’re here to serve you too.”
That statement didn’t even warrant him a look. He let it go for the moment.
“Why do you care?” Regina asked, finally glancing up. “What does it matter what I like?”
“Because my goal isn’t to make you unhappy here.” Charming sliced a piece of meat, brought it to his lips. Regina watched him, her typical look of distrust spread across her face.
“What does it matter if I’m happy here or not?” Regina put her fork down, leaned in on the table. “I’m a prisoner here.”
“You don’t have to be.”
“So you keep saying.” She rolled her eyes.
“I’m serious, Regina. You can have free reign of this castle, be it’s true queen. Just show me I can trust you. It can take as long as you need it to.”
Regina rolled her eyes again and pushed her chair back from the table.
“Eat.” Charming told her.
“I’m not hungry.” Charming bit his tongue to avoid arguing with her on that point.
“Regina, come on, I know you have questions. Ask me, I’ll tell you what you need to know.”
“I don’t want to discuss anything with you.” Regina snapped irritably. Charming chuckled.
“You know, I thought 18 hours of sleep would make you more amicable. Clearly I was wrong.” Regina gave him a disgusted look she seemed to have perfected, but picked up her fork to fish a piece of squash off of her plate. “Stop being difficult. Talk to me.”
“Why, exactly, can’t I use magic?” Charming smiled at the question.
“That was the one I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”
“Why is it I have to answer questions and you get to avoid them?”
“That’s a fair point.” Charming settled back in his chair and studied her closely. “I am going to answer your question. Check your left forearm.”
            Regina looked uncertain, but put down her fork to pull back her sleeve. She raised an eyebrow uncertainly.
            “What?”
            “Run your fingers over it. See if you find a bump.” Now Regina just looked curious. She skimmed her fingers over her skin, and encountered it almost immediately. Charming could see it from where he sat, a small square bump that was nearly flat accompanied by a nearly healed cut. Her head jolted up, eyes burning into him.
            “You put something into me?!”
            “Many times, this just seems to be the only one you’ve objected to.” He smirked. Regina’s face went from shock to anger.
            “What did you do to me, Charming?!”
            “I’m surprised you didn’t notice it sooner. But that proves to me that it is as small as it was promised.”
            “What is it?!” Regina hissed. Charming was losing his entertainment in this conversation. Regina looked horrified and angry at the same time.
            “Calm down.” He told her, reaching across the table to take her hand. “You’re not seriously hurt. We put it in after you “accidently” ingested a bit of sleeping draught in some water. Obviously it didn’t, and doesn’t, hurt because you just now noticed it. When the time is right, I will have a doctor remove it-safely-with clean instruments, and proper medicine.”
            “That doesn’t tell me what it is!” Regina looked no more pleased. She apparently was so horrified she hadn’t bothered to pull back her hand.
            “It’s a blocker. A gemstone with some magical properties. I don’t know exactly how it works, but there’s something in it that blocks magic. And it apparently works.”
            Regina’s eyes hardened if that was possible. She yanked her hand away from him angrily.
            “Hey,” Charming reached out and took it again, holding it tighter, “do not get ideas about cutting it out. That will hurt. And not make either of us happy. I’d hate to see you get in trouble for trying that. I promise you-when the time is right, we will remove it. It isn’t in deep, it will come out as easy as it went in.”
            Regina slammed herself back in her chair with an angry huff. She folded her arms firmly over her chest. Charming went back to his dinner. He wasn’t leaving, so Regina could either ignore him or participate in this conversation.
            “Are you more angry that I had it put in, or that I’m blocking your magic?”
            “A little of both.” Regina picked up a crystal water glass, took a quick sip before putting it back down. He hadn’t really been expecting an answer.
            “You’ll get over it.” Charming told her. “Regina, would you eat?” At least she didn’t deny she was hungry this time. She made an attempt, picking up her fork and picking at the food in front of her.
            They were silent for some time. Regina eating more than Charming thought she wanted him to realize.
            “What else can I tell you?” Charming asked after awhile. Regina flicked her eyes up, and then back down to her plate.
            “Why are we eating up here-together? Isn’t there someone else you should be dining with?”
            He wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what she was asking. But he wouldn’t give in that easily.
            “Not unless I forgot something.” He shrugged, smiled at her.
            “Where is Snow?” She asked with annoyance.
            “I don’t know.” Charming laid his fork down to turn seriously to her. “I have no idea where she is. She left the kingdom after everything that happened.”
            “Why?”
            “Because she did.”
            “Rather than stay here and fight for her people? I don’t believe that.”
            “You might want to watch the tone this conversation takes.” Charming sighed. “I’d hate to see this evening go downhill.”
            “Like I care.” Regina grumbled, pushing her plate away. He couldn’t fault her that. She’d eaten well enough.
            “Regina, Regina.” Charming sighed. “You care. You have no reason to make yourself unhappy.”
            He got up, lifting the two dessert plates from the tray where they’d been left. He put one in front of her before returning to his chair. For a while, he watched Regina push hers around her plate.
            “What’s wrong?”
            “I hate peaches.” That made him stop eating himself. He looked over at her curiously.
            “Really? I know it’s early in the season.”
            “I hate them. In all forms. I’ve never liked them. Ever.” He had to smile. This was a valid complaint-one he could actually do something about.
            “Then don’t eat them. You don’t have to. Is there anything else you don’t like?”
            Regina looked at him for a while, apparently debating if it was a serious request.
            “Eggs,” she said, not looking away from him. “Cooked in any way.”
            “Ok, no eggs.” Charming pushed his own plate away. “I’ll tell the staff: no peaches, no eggs. If you think of anything else, tell me, or them.”
            Regina looked back down at the table, and then glanced back over at him. Charming rested one elbow on the table, pillowing his head on the hand.
            “You don’t want to know anything else?”
            “Yes.” Regina leaned back and crossed her legs at the knee. “When did you and my father become so close?”
            “About a year ago.”
            “Why?”
            “Because we did.” Charming shrugged, flicking his chin to the side.
            “That’s the only answer I get?”
            “For now. Maybe I’ll tell you more later.” Regina’s lips pursed to form a frown. Her dark eyes narrowed at him.
            “What exactly are you keeping from me?”
            “I’ll tell you when the time is right.” He smiled, reaching out to drag one finger slowly down her jaw line. “It’s not important right now.”
            “Then what is important?”
            “You.” Charming settled himself into his chair. “Finding a way to keep you happy.”
            “That’s impossible.” Regina’s eyes rolled.
            “Oh, I don’t know about that.” Charming rose to his feet. “I think I’m better at it then you realize.”
            “You think sex keeps me that appeased?” Regina chuckled, but her eyes were watching him with a gleam he recognized.
            “Oh, I think it does.” Charming moved to stand before her. “I think that you like sex, particularly because it makes you feel comfortable. Someone wants you, desires you. You need to have that connection with someone-even if it’s just for a short while.”
            “Interesting theory.” Regina breathed, looking up at him.
            “You didn’t say I was wrong.” Charming ran his fingers down her cheek. “I think throwing in the kinky twist makes it more exciting for you. I think you’d prefer to be in charge, but the idea that someone else can control pleasure over you turns you on more. Do you want to hear more?”
            “I like how you think you know me.” Regina watched his fingers linger on her chin. “Like you’re expert in me.”
            “I know more than you think I do.” Charming whispered. “And I’m going to prove that to you.”
            Slowly, he dropped to his knees. His thumb moved gently over her lips, caressing lightly. Regina’s eyes closed as he leaned into her, kissing her softly as his hand moved away.
            Charming pulled back, leaving the kiss disappointingly gentle when what he wanted was passion. But tonight, he reminded himself they were going to play differently.
            “Do you want to play?” He breathed, cradling her face in one hand. “Do I get to see what’s under that lovely gown? Or are you going to spite yourself tonight and pull away from me?”
            He leaned in, pressing kisses down her throat. He heard her draw her breath.
            “Well?” He murmured, turning his face back to hers. In response, Regina kissed him. Her tongue slipped between his lips, brushing over his lightly. Charming smiled.
            He rose to his feet. Holding out his hands to her, he pulled her up. Regina kissed him back, letting his hands sweep over her face.
            “I promise it won’t be boring tonight.” He laughed against her lips. Regina smirked.
            “I’ll believe that when I see it.”
            “Challenge accepted.” Charming swept a hand down her side. “Are you wearing underwear?”
            “Yes.” She titled her head curiously.
            “Let’s make this the last night that happens.” He pulled her to the left side of the bed. “Now, let’s get all of these clothes off of you.”
            He didn’t give her a second to protest-not that he was expecting one-as he spun her around. His fingers began to work the buttons on the back of her gown loose.
            Once it was free, he could pull it swiftly down her body. Holding her against him, he proceeded to undo the laces of the corset she was wearing. Once it was completely free, he tossed it onto the floor with her dress. That left her in stockings, garters, and underwear.
            “Let’s get you out of those.” He lifted her up, putting her on the edge of the bed. He slipped her heels off, tossing them aside. After fighting the gown and the corset, the garters and stockings were easy. As soon as he had her naked, he pushed her to lie back against the pillows.
            “You are absolutely stunning.” He breathed, running his fingers down her ribcage. “Your body is to die for.”
            “Really?” Regina whispered, lifting herself up to his hand. “Are you offering?”
            “I don’t need to.” Charming pushed her back onto the bed. “Now, you need to be a good girl.” He leaned down to kiss her lips. “But, seeing how hard that is for you….”
            He pulled himself onto the bed beside her. He reached between the spokes in the headboard to the wall. From it, he withdrew a length of fine gold chain with a loop on the end. Quickly, he caught both her hands in his and slipped the loop over them. He tightened the loop around them, adjusting the small clasp so they were tight to her skin. Her arms were now secure over her head, leaving the rest of her body free to him.
            Regina glanced up and chuckled softly.
            “You really think that thin chain is going to hold me?” Charming moved back to the end of the bed.
            “Fine. Go ahead. Try and break it.”
            Regina tugged on the chain, wincing as it cut into her skin.
            “Ouch!”
            “That’s right.” Charming smiled. “Looks thin, but it will hold anything.”
            “What is it made out of?” Regina yanked on the chain again, her face showing when the chain cut her skin again.
            “I don’t know.” Charming shrugged. “I got it from Rumple. Would you stop doing that? You’re going to cut yourself.”
            To distract her, he leaned back over her again. His tongue touched her lips.
            “I don’t want marks on your skin unless I’m putting them there.”
            “What kind of marks are you looking for?” Regina pressed her lips up to him. He gave in and kissed her deeply. Regina rubbed her breasts against his chest.
            “You’ll see.” He got off of the bed to stand beside it. He took in the sight of her beautiful body. Her hair was still mostly in its tight bun, save for a few small strands that had slipped down around her neck. He didn’t fully know its smell. Her skin was luscious, rich. He hadn’t had time to truly savor its taste, its feel. Tonight he was going to change all of that.
            “You are gorgeous.” He murmured, running his fingers along her stomach, up to the curves of her breasts. “Absolutely gorgeous.”
            Regina faked a pout, turning her head to lie against her upper right arm.
            “It is vastly unfair that I’ve never got to touch you.”
            “Is that what’s bothering you, my dear? That you’ve never got to touch me?” He purred in a tone dripping with fake pity. Regina nodded, batting her dark lashes at him. “Don’t worry, darling, we’ll change that soon.” He pressed a light kiss on her lips before he began removing his clothes.
            Neither of them had seen the other in this much light before. And as Charming had taken in the sight of Regina’s body, he watched her do the same with him. He added his shirt to the pile on the floor, moving closer into the candlelight beside the bed.
            Regina was discovering that the chain was connected in a way that gave her a good bit of movement. He watched her discover that she could twist in the chain.
            “You can move roughly anywhere on the bed.” He told her as he slowly unbuttoned his belt. “You can lower your arms, move to both sides, you just can’t move off the bed.”
            He tossed the belt aside before unbuttoning his pants and lowering them over his hips. Regina turned onto her right side, licking her lips as he finally freed his erection.
            “That’s right, love.” He smiled, reaching down to stroke himself gently. “This is what you’ve been getting from me. Do you like it?”
            “More than you know.” Regina attempted to keep her balance enough to sit up, and eventually gave up.
            “Good.” Charming pushed her down to her back. “Now,” he climbed back onto the bed with her, crawling slowly on top over her, “I want you to lay back, and lay as still as you can. Yes?”
            He didn’t give her a chance to answer as he began to press slow kisses down her throat. His tongue swirled against her pulse point, teeth nibbling gently. His mouth moved down her collarbone, skimming the tops of her breasts before kissing gently along the sides of them. His tongue met her right nipple first. He wasted no time latching onto it, sucking hard and nipping it with his teeth. Regina’s moan told him her feelings.
            He switched to her left, repeating his caress. She was whimpering, making soft cries that were so beautifully erotic it was like music. He let go of her nipple, raising himself up. Gently, he blew on the already hardened peaks.
            Regina squirmed further as he kissed down her ribcage. He swiped his tongue over her abdomen. He kissed and bit gently along her hipbones. Regina’s hips rose against him.
            Charming slid lower, wrapping his arms under her thighs. He lifted his head, glancing up at her. The look of lust and anticipation on Regina’s face
            “Now,” he asked calmly, “has anyone ever done this to you before?” Regina nodded, her dark eyes watching him anxiously. “Did you like it?”
            Another nod, but slightly more hesitant. Had she not actually liked it? Or not liked the person who had done it to her? He couldn’t imagine Leopold had cared enough about her pleasure.
            “Good.” He shifted positions, moving himself closer. “Then lay still. Relax.”
            His tongue flicked against her clit, earning a cry from Regina. He needed to be slow, gentle. Slowly, he licked, sucked. His tongue traced the nerve.
            Regina squirmed on the bed with every move. He enjoyed that, but couldn’t help but fantasize about her not moving at all. Another night. One after he’d won her fully over, when he’d be able to have her in every way.
            She was panting breathlessly now. Charming slipped his middle finger into her. Regina’s moans came louder as he began to move it, eased in his index finger.
            “Charming-.” She groaned. He stopped the motion of his lips and tongue, raised his head.
            “What’s the matter, love? Are you close?”
            “Yes.” He hadn’t expected an answer to that question either. She obviously really wanted it.
            “Should I allow it?” He asked, his fingers kept up their movement inside of her.
            “Damn it, Charming!” He shook his head, lowering his mouth to lick her clit once more.
            “That’s not a good reason, darling.” He desperately wanted to stop what he was doing, to move up and thrust into her and make her wait until he was inside of her. But he wanted her to enjoy this. He wanted to give this to her. At least for tonight….other nights, well, that would be a different story. “Say it, love.”
            “Please.” She groaned. Charming smiled, lowering his mouth back to her arousal. A few quick flicks and she cried out, thrusting against his face.
            “That’s my girl.” Charming murmured, keeping his fingers moving inside of her.
He didn’t give her long to come down. Slowly, he withdrew his hand and slid up her body. His kept his hardness pressed against her thigh. Regina’s dark eyes opened and she looked up at him. He shifted himself, positioning himself at her entrance. He watched the lust rise in those beautiful eyes.
He pushed gently into her, inch by inch. Normally he was rougher, thrusting in and giving little time for adjustment. Tonight, he didn’t care about that.
            They both moaned when he was all the way in. Charming shifted himself on his hands above her, pressing his forehead lightly to hers. He felt her muscles flex around it. It made her feel even better.
Slowly, he started to move. She felt exactly the way he had always hoped she would: hot, wet, and so tight he was almost instantly dying for release.
He knew full well Regina knew she had more motion than she was taking with her hands. She was intentionally giving into the submission, which was making this hotter. He ran his hands down her arms, down her sides to come to rest on the bed beside her.
“Oh hell Regina.” He groaned against her neck. “You feel fucking incredible.”
Her response was a whimper, a twist underneath him. Charming shifted positions, changing the angle of his thrusts. Her cries changed, indicating he was hitting exactly where he’d hoped.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him to her. His lips fell back to hers, silencing the scream the vibrated through them. He held out for maybe another ten seconds before he drained himself deep inside of her.
Charming moved his lips from hers, drawing in breath. He dropped down onto the bed beside her before reaching up to unhook the clasp holding her wrists. He slipped them free, quickly checking for marks before releasing them. Regina stretched, languishing on her back.
“Hope that wasn’t as boring as the last time.” Charming glanced over at her. Regina shrugged, idly inspecting her fingernails.
“It was…better.” She looked over at him and gave him a sly smile.
“Better?” Charming leaned over to kiss her lightly. “If “better” gets that reaction, I’d like to see “good.””
That gave him no response from Regina. They were silent for a few minutes. From the corner of one eye, he found Regina turning onto her side. Slowly, her fingers wandered over his chest. There was a gleam in her eyes that he liked.
“Let me.” She whispered, shifting herself onto one arm. Charming held up his hands, feigning disinterest.
“All right. But you better be as impressive as you’ve been claiming.” He sighed, shaking his head.
Regina slid over his body. Her mouth trailed wet kisses down his chest. Her hand reached over and wrapped around his semi hard cock. Charming flicked his tongue against his upper lip. Sex with her was one thing, having her touch him was entirely another.
Regina’s hand massaged, pumped, squeezed. Charming’s breathing changed. He felt heavy with the anticipation. He didn’t have long to wait as she lowered herself between his thighs.
Her tongue flicked lightly against the tip. She watched his reaction. Charming held his composure together. He let a bored look slide over his features, arching a brow at her.
Regina merely rolled her eyes at him before taking him fully into her mouth. That made his tone change. His eyes felt shut as her mouth began to work over him. Not that he was surprised, but she was as good as he thought she’d be.
Her tongue swirled over him, making him moan. He liked the way her eyes lit up when he made the sound.
            Some of her hair was out of the knot she’d fastened it into; he wanted the rest of it down. His fingers reached up, began working it gently loose so that he could tangle his fingers into it.
            “Regina,” he groaned, “you cannot keep doing that if you don’t want me to finish.”
            She raised her head, running her tongue the length of him one last time before moving up to straddle him. He watched her face as she lowered herself onto him. She moaned softly, her dark eyes falling closed. He chuckled softly. It was the first time they’d done it in this position. The change in sensations had to be different.
            Slowly, he let his hands grip her hips and pull her gently but firmly to him. Regina’s eyes opened slightly, and she began to move against him.
            Now it was his turn to close his eyes as he rose to meet her thrusts. His hands moved up, found her breasts. He squeezed them, rubbed his palms over them, pinching her nipples hard. Regina cries mixed with his own as their speed and intensity rose. Charming let his fingers roam over her clit, pressing his thumb firmly against her. The look on her face told him just how close she was.
            “Come for me.” He breathed, holding her eyes. “Let me feel you.”
            She nearly fell forward onto his chest as she cried out. Charming continued thrusting into her as spasms shook her body. He sat up, holding her firmly in place as he thrust into her hard before he cried out his own orgasm.
            He let Regina fall forward onto him before flipping her onto her back. She collapsed back, letting one arm fall over her head. His fingers reached over, roaming over her stomach gently.
            “That was good.” She said, looking up at the ceiling. Charming leaned over her to press kisses along her chest.
            “Yes it was.” He moved to lie on his side beside her. “You know, darling, there’s a line between pleasure and pain that if found properly, can feel incredibly good.”
            “Oh can it?” Regina murmured, turning to face him. Charming nodded, running his fingers slowly down her side.
            “Have you found it, darling? Has anyone shown it to you…or do you just know the pain of it?”
            “And you’re implying that we can both find it.” Regina flicked her tongue against her lips.
            “I think you want me to.” Charming breathed, brushing his fingers against one nipple. “I think you want to see what I’m capable of.” Regina smirked.
            “I am….curious….as to just how far his Majesty will go.”
            “Challenge accepted.” Charming breathed, leaning in to kiss her lips. He got off of the bed, beginning to retrieve his clothes. “I’ll let you rest tonight. You’ll need it for tomorrow.”
            “Will I?” Regina sat up slowly, letting him watch her breasts.
            “Stop daring me.” Charming shook his head as he dressed. “You’ll see everything tomorrow. And answer the question as to what’s behind that door.” He pointed to the right of the bed.
            Regina followed his gaze. Whatever she was thinking, she didn’t say. She simply began detangling pins from her hair and gathering the ones that had fallen to the bed. Charming finished dressing before leaning into her, pulling her closer by one arm.
            “What?” She frowned, pulling away from him.
            “I’m kissing you good night.” He stated, pulling her closer. “You’re going to have to get used to it.”
            His lips met hers gently, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. Regina kissed him back hesitantly. He smiled as he pulled back, gently stroking her now tangled hair.
            “I’ll see you in the morning. Not too early, of course.” He winked at her as he ran his hand down her jaw once before turning and leaving the room. He pulled the door closed behind him, locking it with a solid click.
            She was going to be his, he knew it. It was going to take time, but it would happen.
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