Author's note: Don't judge me too harshly for this, but I adore a kinky BDSM fic more than most normal people and so it was only a matter of time before I wrote my own. Be warned that this is quite explicit and definitely NSFW.

This story takes place a month after the infamous Aesop's Tables bar scene in S06E15, but please bear in mind that I haven't actually watched the show in about three years, so there are bound to be a few factual inaccuracies.

Currently this is just a one-shot to get all the smut out of my system, but that's not to say it'll stay at just the one chapter forever!

Also, some parts of this have been inspired by Abigail Barnette's 'The Boss'. If you haven't read it already, please do - it's filthy and fucking fantastic.

I'm starsthatburn on tumblr and AO3 too! I hope you enjoy x

Wicked Games

As Regina opened the door, she was surprised by just how nervous Emma looked. Not wearing her red leather jacket for once, she was bouncing on the balls of her feet on Regina's porch, her hands thrust into the pockets of her jeans and her smile too wide. Regina raised her eyebrows.

"Are you okay?" she asked, glancing down at Emma's shuffling feet. Her own stomach was fizzing with excitement and a hint of uncertainty, but she felt like she was covering it up slightly more successfully.

Emma nodded.

"I'm great," she said. After a pause, she exhaled heavily. "Okay – I'm a bit nervous. I didn't think this would actually happen."

"It doesn't have to if you don't want," Regina said slowly, swallowing down her disappointment. But she needn't have bothered – before she'd even finished her sentence, Emma was frantically shaking her head.

"I do want it to," she said, and the firmness of her voice left no room for doubt. "Badly. I'm just…"

Regina smiled, not forcing her to finish that sentence. "You should come in."

"Okay," Emma said, taking a breath before she stepped over the threshold. As she brushed past, Regina caught a waft of her freshly washed hair. She was also wearing more make up than normal, she noticed.

With a faint smile, Regina shut the door behind her. Then she turned to face Emma once more, looking her up and down. "You look very nice tonight."

Emma shrugged, but there was a new pinkness to her cheeks. "I didn't really know what the occasion called for, so I took a guess."

Her guess had involved a tight black sweater cut sharply across her collarbone and inky blue jeans. She was wearing her favourite black boots, but if Regina was right – and she already knew that she was – they looked like they'd been cleaned.

Regina, meanwhile, was wearing the same tight, red dress she'd been wearing all day, because she planned to take it off very soon anyway.

She smiled. "You chose well. But really, you don't have to look so scared. This was a mutual agreement, was it not?"

"It was," Emma said. "Just normally when I get nervous, I have a drink. But I didn't feel like that would be a good idea tonight."

"That was very insightful of you," Regina said. "I probably wouldn't be comfortable with this if you were inebriated."

Emma swallowed, then asked, "But you are comfortable with this?"

At the sight of Regina's wicked smile, she felt her stomach turn to soup. "That remains to be seen. Nothing has happened yet, Miss Swan."

There it was – the name that made Emma's entire body go hot then cold at a speed that threatened to give her whiplash. It was Regina calling her that name – then noticing her reaction to it – that had led to this arrangement being made in the first place.

Emma straightened her spine, suddenly not smiling anymore. "That's true."

"Do you still want it to?"

Emma's gaze flickered as she took in Regina's calmly pouted lips, her confident posture, her deliciously cinched waist. She was wearing towering black heels in her own goddamn house. Emma bit her lip, nodding.

"Yes, I do."

"Excellent," Regina said, taking a short step towards her. "There are some things we should probably discuss before we start. Where would you prefer to do that?"

Emma blinked, looking wildly around her for a moment. Her blonde curls swished across her shoulders as she moved, and Regina felt a long-familiar ache between her legs.

"It's not a trick question," Regina said gently. "I want you to feel comfortable. We can do it right here, if you prefer, or we can sit somewhere – the choice is yours."

Wetting her lips, Emma said, "Living room."

"Good," Regina said, gesturing towards the door. "After you."

With her fingers curling around the edge of her sleeves, Emma turned and walked slowly into the living room. Regina had already dimmed the lights before Emma had arrived, because something had told her that the sheriff would prefer it if Regina couldn't see her blushing.

Emma paused in front of the couch like she was waiting for an invitation to sit down. It was kind of endearing, and equally satisfying – for months, Regina had suspected that Emma secretly had a submissive side. She had spent night after hot, lonely night imagining it. She could never put her finger on why she thought this – Emma spent her days stomping around town, ignoring Regina's every request, doing whatever she damn well pleased and not even wearing the correct uniform while doing it. But something had niggled at the back of Regina's mind almost since day one, so much so that when Emma had drunkenly blurted out her confession in Aesop's Tables nearly a month before, Regina hadn't even been surprised.

"Please sit, Emma," Regina said, and her guest immediately did so. Regina perched herself at the opposite end of the couch, crossing her legs over. "Can I get you anything?"

"I'm fine."

"Water? Or you can have a very small glass of wine, if that would help."

Emma shook her head, smiling tightly. "I'm okay. I just need to loosen up a bit."

"What would help with that?" Regina asked, her eyes already on Emma's tightly wound frame. She'd never seen her sit up so straight before.

Releasing a large puff of air, Emma said, "Just talk to me. Tell me what's going to happen."

Regina could hear the faint longing buried at the back of her throat, and so she smiled, not taking it personally that to anyone looking in at them, it would appear that Emma was ready to run for the door.

"We both have to decide what's going to happen," Regina said. "But I can lay down the groundwork, if you prefer. Then you can interject with what you want to try, and what you don't. How does that sound?"

Immediately, Emma's shoulders appeared to loosen slightly. She nodded. "That sounds good."

"Okay," Regina said, sounding a great deal calmer than she felt. "We talked about some of this in the bar the other night, but you were fairly drunk and I was distracted trying to stop your mother from being murdered by Vikings, so I may repeat myself. Just bear with me."

Emma nodded firmly. "Okay."

Regina wasn't sure she'd ever had someone's completely undivided attention like this before.

She cleared her throat and said, "I've done this a few times before. I have tried it from both sides, and it didn't take me long to realise that I much prefer being the Dominant in the relationship to the submissive. Based on our altercations in the past, I am guessing this won't come as much of a surprise to you."

Emma smiled at her, but didn't interrupt.

"If I remember correctly, you haven't had any experience of this before. Is that right?" Regina asked. That triggered Emma's first blush of the evening.

"No," she admitted.

"That's okay," Regina said, and it was the most patient she'd ever sounded. The knot in Emma's stomach went slack. "Though I would be interested to know what has made you want to try it now."

Emma shrugged. "Sometimes you just know when you're into something, even if you've never tried it. Like, knowing you're into women as well as men, even though you've never kissed one."

Regina blinked at the surprise admission. "You've never kissed a woman?"

"No," Emma said, sighing. "Have you?"

"Yes. Several," Regina said. Emma's eyes immediately glazed over with a new wave of longing. "Will you let me kiss you?"

Emma's jaw nearly detached from her skull as she choked out, "What, now?"

"Well. If you like," Regina said. "But I just meant at any point tonight. Some submissives don't enjoy that, and I want to know where your lines are drawn."

Emma stammered, "Of course I want to kiss you, Regina. That's the whole reason I'm here."

She watched as a proud blush tinged the mayor's cheeks.

"Very good. That's that settled then," Regina said. "So, tell me – why has this suddenly become a desire for you now?"

Emma finally dropped her gaze. She fidgeted in her seat for a moment, her fingers rolling over a single thread that was protruding from the hem of her sweater.

"It hasn't."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning I've wanted it for a really long time, but we were always either fighting or dating other people. And then when we weren't, there was no way I could actually ask you. How do you drop that into conversation? It was only because you got me drunk the other week that I finally had the courage to say it."

Emma came to a halt, breathing heavily. Then she added, "Besides. I was sure you'd laugh at me."

Regina pondered this for a moment, debating whether she should be offended. Eventually she shrugged. "I suppose I can understand that. But I promise you, no matter what problems we've had in the past, I wouldn't do that to you. And I won't laugh at you while we are discussing this tonight either."

Emma nodded. "Thanks. That does help."

"So, if you've always suspected you might enjoy this, why have you never tried it before?"

"I guess..." Emma started, pausing when it occurred to her that she was about to admit something that she'd never said out loud before. She wondered if Regina was really the best person to tell. But Regina was watching her patiently, with nothing but interest and a vague hint of desire on her face, and she came out with it. "The guys I've slept with have never managed to get the basics right, let alone anything more special. If I asked them to try this, they might say yes, but... I never got the feeling it would be exactly what I was imagining. If I wanted to try it, I wanted it to be right. And the more I've gotten to know you, the more I've realised that you are the only person I know who would do this properly."

Regina smirked, uncrossing and then re-crossing her legs. She only did it to see if Emma would glance down at them, and when she did – without hesitation or shame – it gave her all the encouragement she needed.

"Tell me what 'properly' means to you."

Emma flushed bright pink. "How much detail do you want?"

"As much as possible," Regina said, then clarified. "I need to know how to make this perfect."

"Perfect is a lot to ask for, Regina."

"It is, but I am nothing if not a perfectionist," Regina said, smiling when Emma laughed. It was a beautiful, carefree sound, one that she didn't get to hear very often. "Please tell me."

Emma swallowed, glancing back down at her lap before she asked, "And you won't laugh at me?"

"Absolutely not," Regina said. "I can't promise I'll agree to all of it, but that's exactly why we are having this conversation. I'm certain there are things that I would like to do to you that would make your head explode if I suggested them right now."

Emma's mouth fell open half an inch. "You want to do things to me?"

"Would we be here if I didn't?"

"No," Emma admitted. "But it's still surprising to hear."

Regina couldn't explain why she found Emma's sudden shyness quite so endearing, but it was making her stomach flip over. "Emma, if I didn't have many other things planned for tonight, I would be quite content to spend the next four hours giving you an extensive list of all the things I've imagined doing to you. But I'd much rather actually do them."

Emma couldn't hold back her faint groan this time. "You can't expect me to have a serious conversation with you if you keep saying stuff like that."

"That is true," Regina said, not sounding the slightest bit repentant. "But I take it you do enjoy it."

Emma rolled her eyes, and Regina felt the muscles between her legs clench.

"Let's start with that," she said. Emma frowned.

"With what?"

"The eye rolling," Regina said. "As much as I enjoy your attitude problems in a day-to-day environment, I will not tolerate it when we are in the bedroom. I don't like bratty subs, Emma. It's very important that you remember that."

Emma squeezed her legs together, nodding. "Can I ask what happens if I do something you don't like?"

"Of course," Regina said. "While the whole point of this exercise is to give you the experience you've been missing out on, when we slip into our roles, your main concern should be pleasing me. I will be focusing on pleasing you and bringing you to the very edge of your limits, but when you are truly in the submissive mindset, pleasing me will give you its own pleasure, and making me unhappy will ruin it for you. I don't necessarily expect that to be the case right away, but if we were to continue this arrangement, it will come with time. If you roll your eyes at me when you are supposed to be acting as my submissive, I will punish you. That can mean a whole variety of things, so I need to know what you are open to."

"Can you give me some examples?"

"How do you feel about spanking?" Regina asked. The corners of Emma's mouth flickered.

"Strongly in favour," she said. Regina smirked back at her.

"How about with a paddle, or a flogger?"

Emma's eyes widened. "You have those?"

"Perhaps," Regina said lightly. "Answer the question."

"I don't know," Emma said. "Maybe. I guess I'll have to try them."

"Noted," Regina said. "Okay – what toys have you used?"

Emma's face turned pillarbox red, and Regina could see her urge to ask her to stop. But she gritted her teeth and forced herself to say, "I have a couple of vibrators. A bullet, and a rabbit. Nothing fancy."

"Would you be happy to use toys like that with me?"

The look of yearning on Emma's face gave Regina her answer before she had even choked out a single, "Yes."

"How do you feel about gags?"

Here, Emma paused. "I'm not sure. I don't like feeling like I can't breathe. I might freak out."

Regina considered it for a moment. "We can leave it for tonight, if you prefer. Or we can try something light and see how you feel. I will give you safe words in case you don't like it."

"I don't mind trying it," Emma said. "Maybe don't use any, like, ball gags or anything just yet. Or anything that covers my nose. That seems like a good place to start."

"Agreed," Regina said, uncrossing her legs. As she moved, she felt the warm tug of her soaked panties as they clung to her skin. She tried not to wriggle. "Then how about blindfolds?"

"They're fine."

"And being restrained?"

"Also fine."

Regina smiled, feeling strangely proud. "Do you know what safe words are?"

Emma nodded. "Yeah. People normally use a traffic light system, I think."

"Exactly. Are you happy for us to use that? Green would mean everything is good, orange means you want me to take it down a notch, and red means stop. That can be because you aren't enjoying yourself and you want to leave, or just because you have a cramp in your leg, but if you say 'red', I will stop. No questions asked."

Emma tried to imagine a scenario in which she would actually want Regina to stop doing deliciously kinky things to her, but she figured Regina probably knew better than she did about this particular subject. "That works for me."

"Good," Regina said, and from that single word of vague praise, Emma felt a tingle of pleasure reach down into her stomach. She would never have imagined that doing something so clinical as going through a list of dos and don'ts could be in any way pleasurable before now, but the frantic pounding of her heart and the now dull, unceasing ache between her legs told her just how naive she'd been.

Jesus Christ, Regina hadn't even touched her yet. She was so completely fucked.

"I don't think we will go much further than this tonight," Regina said. "We can discuss other boundaries at a later date. But I want you to be aware of something else before we begin."

Oh god, Emma thought, squeezing her thighs together. This is actually going to happen.

"Shoot," she said, hoping Regina wouldn't hear the wobble in her voice.

"I know you think I can be bossy in real life," Regina said, leaning back against the couch cushions. "And I can. I'm well aware that I can be, in your own words, a sociopath. But when I'm being a Dominant... It's very different, Emma. I won't take pity on you if you start crying, I won't let you get away with mouthing off because I'm making you wait too long before you can come. I expect respect in the bedroom, and if I don't get it, I won't make this easy for you. I need you to understand that."

Emma nodded. "It might take me a bit of getting used to. I'm used to punching back. But I promise I will try."

Regina smiled so softly at her then that Emma thought she might burst into tears. "Very good."

She didn't say anything else, and at once Emma felt her whole body start to vibrate with impatience. "Is that everything?"

"No," Regina said, observing her slightly more coolly. "There's one more thing."

Emma slumped forwards with disappointment.

"What?"

"This may not sound important to you, but it is to me," Regina said, taking a deep breath. "Are you only here because of what happened with Hook?"

Emma blinked. "Because he left me?"

"Yes."

For a second, Emma looked like she didn't understand the question at all. Obviously she was there because Hook left her – she'd already said that she couldn't do this when she was dating someone else. She was many things, but she wasn't a cheater.

But then she saw the glimmer of concern in Regina's eyes and the reality dawned on her.

"This isn't some weird whim," she said slowly, never dropping her gaze. "And this isn't me acting out because I want to get back at him. He's gone, and I guess I'm still kind of sad, but it's for the best. And I've wanted this for a really long time – him upping and walking out of my life just gave me the opportunity to finally act on it."

"Is this an outlet for you?" Regina asked, and it didn't sound like an accusation, so Emma shrugged.

"Maybe a little," she said. "A lot of shit has happened in the last few years though, not just Hook – maybe I want to be thrown around a bit until I forget some of it."

Against her will, Regina laughed. "You have such an eloquent way of putting it."

Emma grinned back at her. "Isn't that exactly what you want to do, though?"

"Throw you around?" Regina said, letting her eyes trail down to the tightness of Emma's sweater over her slim body. "I must say, it does sound appealing."

Emma shivered, a full-body, bone-trembling shiver that nearly made Regina laugh if the sight of it hadn't filled her own body with an almost suffocating longing.

"Do you have any other questions?" Regina asked. Emma tried desperately to think, knowing that now was not the time to throw caution to the wind.

"I don't think so," she said softly. "Are you going to tell me what you're doing, or will it all be a surprise?"

"A variety, I expect," Regina said, her own fingers starting to curl with impatience. She swallowed the feeling down. "We are going to take this fairly slowly, and I will read the situation carefully. If you look anxious, I will give you some indication as to what's coming next. If you don't, maybe I'll surprise you."

Emma smiled at her. "You often do."

It was Regina's turn to blush. "Well. I do try."

For a moment they just looked at each other. Emma hadn't had a single drop of alcohol, but she felt like she'd spent half the night doing body shots off of Regina's stomach. She swallowed.

"I think I'm ready, Regina."

"Ah," Regina suddenly said, a new kind of smile playing on her lips. "That's the other thing."

"What?"

"My name," Regina said. "You can't use that in the bedroom."

Just when Emma thought her mouth couldn't get any drier, Regina would throw out a comment like that in her silkiest voice, and it felt like the Sahara had been emptied onto her tongue.

"Okay," she croaked. "What would you like me to call you?"

Regina smirked, and Emma knew exactly what she was going to say.

"I was Madam Mayor to you for a long time," she said. "How about we stick with that?"

Emma nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Her knees were bouncing up and down and she had no idea how to stop them.

Regina glanced down at them. "I feel like you're getting impatient."

"I am," Emma said.

"Are you still nervous?"

"Very," Emma admitted. "But I'm also excited, and extremely turned on. Those two are outweighing the first."

Regina laughed. "That's precisely the combination I was hoping for."

There was a beat of silence, and then she rose to her feet. She seemed taller somehow – more confident, more poised – and the sight of all her new, unspoken power made Emma's entire body go numb.

"Are you absolutely certain that you're ready?" Regina asked. "You can take a moment if you need it."

But Emma was already standing. "I don't. I'm ready now."

She hadn't anticipated how close she would be to Regina. Her probing, dark eyes were only inches away and there was a new coolness in them that Emma hadn't expected.

"Excellent," she said, her voice a low purring sound. "Then how about we go upstairs?"

Emma's breath caught as she replied, "Sure. Great. Sounds good."

She could see Regina smirking as she brushed past her, but she didn't take offence. She could see what was happening – Regina's transformation was taking place in front of her very eyes, and the sight of it was so powerful and intoxicating that it was all Emma could do not to reach out and kiss her right then and there.

Instead, she followed Regina slowly through the door, trailing half a step behind her with her eyes fixed on the curve of her waist. She knew Regina was deliberately exaggerating the sway of her hips as she reached the staircase, and then the pout of her lips as she turned to check that Emma was still following her. She caught the dry–mouthed expression on her face before her green eyes snapped back up to look at her.

"Everything okay?" Regina asked, one hand resting on the banister. Emma nodded at once.

They continued on their way up the stairs, and it suddenly dawned on Emma that she'd never been upstairs in Regina's house before. Some perverse part of her wanted to stop and look around, and she felt herself pausing like she was about to ask permission to. Then Regina looked back at her, her gaze smouldering and her posture straighter than ever, and all thoughts of exploring vanished from her head.

Regina led her down the hall. Through the open door at the very end, Emma caught sight of an enormous bed groaning under the weight of cream-coloured cushions and pillowy throws – but before they could walk inside, Regina hesitated. She turned around to find Emma waiting diligently behind her.

Regina said, "As soon as we walk inside, I will consider us to have begun. Do you understand what that means?"

Emma swallowed through her dry mouth. "No bad mouthing. No talking back. I have to do as you say."

"Very good. And what are your safe words?"

"Red, orange and green," Emma recited.

"Are you going to remember them, Emma?" Regina asked, and the way she curled her tongue around those two measly syllables made Emma's knees go weak.

"I will. I promise."

"And will you feel comfortable using them whenever you need to?"

"Yes, I will."

"And why is that?" Regina asked, surprising her. Emma blinked.

"Because I trust you," she said slowly, watching with some pleasure as Regina's face broke into a soft, uncertain smile.

"And I trust you," Regina replied, pausing to wet her lips. "I trust you to use them if you need to, and I trust you to know that I will listen to you without hesitation. We are here for you – we are here to make your fantasy happen, and I want this to be everything you imagined it would be. So if you want to stop, or pause, or you want to ask me to change things up, that's what the safe words are for. Please don't be afraid to use them."

Emma reached out and touched her arm. "Thank you, Regina. But I mean it – I trust you."

Regina forced down the full-body shiver that came from the feeling of Emma's fingertips against her forearm. She dreaded to think what the feeling of them elsewhere would do to her.

Except she wasn't dreading it in the slightest – it was all she could do not to grab Emma by her sweater and throw her into the room.

"Emma," Regina said, her voice low. She saw Emma's eyes immediately grow wider. "Are you certain you're ready?"

Emma nodded. "Absolutely."

"Good," Regina said, a familiar wave of confidence washing over her. "Then get into the bedroom and don't say another damn word until I tell you to."

Emma's expression shot from surprised to excited to lustful in one second flat, and she didn't hesitate before she did as Regina asked. Her legs felt strangely solid as they carried her into the bedroom, then brought her to a halt in the centre of the room.

Emma sucked in a breath and turned around to face Regina, but she didn't speak. She knew she could – nothing was technically stopping her. But Regina had told her not to, and that was somehow enough to make her not want to.

Regina followed her into the room and shut the door behind them with a decisive click. The sound of the key turning in the lock sent a shockwave running from Emma's toes up to the already pounding nerves between her thighs.

And then Regina turned around, and it was all Emma could do to keep breathing at all. There was a new look in Regina's eyes that she'd never seen before – she looked calm, and in control, and somehow disinterested all at once. Her gaze locked with Emma's and she paused, like she'd forgotten she was even there.

She took two steps forward, watching as the rise and fall of Emma's chest quickened. When she was directly in front of her, Regina glanced down.

"Get your shoes off in my bedroom," she said. Then she brushed past her without another word, leaving Emma floundering in the middle of the room.

Emma blinked down at her boots, then bent down to unzip them. She gently peeled them off and set them down by the door. As she did so, she caught sight of her faded grey socks, and hesitated.

"Regina?"

She could hear Regina moving around behind her, but no response came. She swallowed.

"Regina?" she repeated.

From across the room, Regina's silky voice came floating back towards her.

"I am waiting for you to use the correct name, Miss Swan."

Emma felt her cheeks turn bright pink. "Madam Mayor?"

"Yes?"

"Would you like me to take my socks off too?"

"If you like," Regina responded. The indifference in her voice threw Emma – one of the main reasons she was there was because she was looking forward to the complete lack of control. She was expecting Regina to make all these decisions for her. Just being allowed to decide whether to leave her socks on was slightly disappointing.

Swallowing hard, Emma bent down and peeled them off. When she stood back upright, she suddenly knew that Regina was waiting directly behind her.

She froze, wanting desperately to turn around, but knowing that it was probably against the rules. She waited for Regina to do something – to touch her, to say her name, even just to tell her what to do next – but all she felt was the heavy weight of the silent presence right behind her.

Eventually Emma caved and turned her head. At once a hand shot up and gripped hold of her jaw, pushing her face back to where it should be.

"Not until I say so."

Emma groaned, chastising herself, before she said, "I'm sorry."

"That's quite alright," Regina said, taking a step back. "But stay where you are until I say otherwise. You don't get another warning."

"Yes, Madam Mayor."

"Very good."

It took Emma a few minutes to realise why Regina was doing this. The anticipation that was building up as the silence brewed around her was almost dizzying, starting off in Emma's frantically fizzing stomach, then moving down to the tingling tips of her fingers. She could hear Regina walking around, her high heels brushing over the soft carpet, and with every single step Emma felt her breathing turn shallower. She wished she hadn't taken her socks off, because she knew Regina must be able to see her toes wriggling against the carpet. Suddenly it seemed desperately important to her that Regina didn't see how much she'd affected her before she'd even touched her.

Emma took a deep, steadying breath and closed her eyes. Behind her, the movements seemed to have stopped.

And then the voice that she'd allowed to sneak into her head every single time Hook had touched her drifted across the room. "Turn around, Miss Swan."

Emma did as she was told, and she found Regina perched on the edge of the bed waiting for her. Her long legs were crossed and her hands were resting on the mattress behind her. She was watching Emma with some amusement.

"I didn't expect you to last that long."

Emma narrowed her eyes. "You were testing me?"

"In a sense," Regina mused. "But don't worry – you passed."

Emma opened her mouth to snap at her, but at the last second remembered what her role was here. She pressed her lips back together without a word.

Regina raised her eyebrows. "Very good, Miss Swan."

Although Emma couldn't tell if Regina was mocking her or genuinely praising her, she felt herself blush. "Thank you."

Regina's smile of pleasure made it all worth it. She lifted one of her hands from the bed and curled a finger in Emma's direction. "Come here."

Emma didn't have to be asked twice. She took a wobbly step forward, her fists clenched by her sides, and approached the bed as slowly as she could manage. When she was half a step away from Regina's delicately crossed legs, she stopped.

Regina dropped her gaze to the floor before she allowed it to crawl freely back up Emma's body, taking in her painted toenails, her skin-tight jeans, her new sweater. Her hair was perfectly curled in a way that it hadn't been for months, and when she looked closer, she realised that Emma was in fact wearing lipstick. She had never seen that before.

"You look very beautiful, Miss Swan."

The corners of Emma's mouth twitched. "Thank you."

"But you still look rather nervous."

"I'm still wondering what to expect, Madam Mayor," Emma responded. Regina raised an eyebrow.

"I told you we were going to take this slow," she said, uncrossing her legs. Emma automatically glanced down at them. "Are you suggesting that you know better than me on this subject?"

There it was again – that cool, dangerously neutral tone that made Emma's pussy clench. She shook her head at once.

"Of course not."

"Good," Regina said, her voice sharp. "Because what is my first rule?"

"You don't like bratty subs."

"Correct. Can you handle that one, simple condition?"

"Yes, Madam Mayor."

"Are you sure? Because I'm more than happy to put a stop to this whole ordeal and send you home if not."

A wave of desperation flooded through Emma's body as she choked out, "No, Madam Mayor. I'm certain – I'll do what you say."

"Good. This won't work out if you don't. Now come closer."

Emma glanced down. There was barely six inches of space between them, and the mere thought of stepping close enough for her jeans to brush against the fronts of Regina's perfectly smooth legs made all the moisture in her mouth disappear.

Regina saw her hesitation and lifted her eyebrows. "I believe I gave you an order, Miss Swan."

Her voice was filled with a warning that Emma recognised all too well. It reminded her of years before, when every encounter had been a battle and every conversation had been brimming with sharply worded threats. The only difference was that back then it had been a level playing field. Now Emma didn't feel the same need to snap back at her just to prove herself – instead, she felt oddly disappointed with herself for not doing as she was told in the first place.

With her cheeks turning progressively redder, she took a step forward, placing her feet carefully on either side of Regina's legs. She didn't look up.

"Tell me why you're here, Emma."

Emma felt her breath hitch before she responded, "I'm here because I want to be."

"That's not a proper answer. Try again."

Looking up as pleadingly as she could, Emma tried again. "I'm here because I want to be fucked by you."

Regina smiled, holding out a hand, waiting for Emma to place hers in it. "Better. Now tell me what you want me to do to you."

Oh, God. Emma felt her fingers tremble against Regina's. "I want you to make me beg."

Regina's eyebrows shot up. Against all odds, she looked slightly impressed.

"Are you sure about that?"

Emma nodded. "Pretty sure."

"I think you may regret asking for it."

Emma nearly laughed: she was well aware that she would. But she didn't care – she could feel her entire body starting to shiver and as much as she wanted Regina's hands on her right that second, the thought of being made to wait for it was somehow a hundred times better.

"Is that my decision?" she asked, and the tiniest of smiles twisted at Regina's lips.

"No," she conceded. "You're quite right. It's not."

She paused for a split second, letting her eyes drop to Emma's sweater. Her smile faded.

"I'd like you to take that off now."

Emma immediately looked uncertain. While she knew this would happen, and she knew exactly where this was going, there was a big difference between sitting in the sheriff station daydreaming about Regina peeling her sweater off and burying her face between her breasts, and actually taking her clothes off in front of her.

She glanced down at herself, and at once Regina squeezed on her hand. "Emma. Check in with me. What colour are we at?"

And that was all it took. Emma squeezed back. "We're at green. I just needed a moment."

"That's fine. Do you want to pause for a bit longer?"

Emma answered in the only way she knew Regina would absolutely understand: she released her hand, took half a step backwards, and pulled her sweater over her head.

When she resurfaced from underneath the black material, Regina's eyes were fixed unashamedly on her chest. Emma had bought a new bra especially for tonight – one that gave her cleavage for the first time in her life – and as soon as she caught sight of Regina's expression, she knew it had been well worth the money.

Then those dark eyes snapped back up again, burning with something entirely new, and Regina said, "And your jeans. Quickly."

Emma didn't hesitate this time as she reached down to unbutton her pants, hurriedly shimmying them over her hips. She tugged them off as gracefully as she could manage before pushing them to one side with her foot. Then she paused, eyeing them. They were the only blot on an otherwise immaculate room, and she bent down to pick them up and fold them.

"Put them back down," Regina snapped, smirking when Emma dropped them in surprise. "This isn't camp, Miss Swan. I'm here to fuck you, not to give you chores."

Emma realised then she would never tire of hearing Regina say that one forbidden word. She straightened up immediately, her toes curling against the carpet, and waited for Regina's probing gaze to take her in.

Her eyes raked down Emma's exposed body like fingernails, taking in the unexpected curve of her breasts, the slight dip of her waist, the black lace thong that barely covered her pussy. Regina pursed her lips, and it was the apathy on her face that threatened to tip Emma over the edge entirely. She was regarding her like she was something up for sale, and it was a sensation so powerfully arousing that Emma felt herself wobbling.

But before she could let herself get dragged under the feeling of not being able to hold herself upright, Regina was on her feet, sending Emma stumbling backwards for an entirely different reason. With Regina still in her heels and Emma barefoot on the carpet, Regina was finally taller than her, and the realisation only served to make her seem even more intimidating.

She took a step forward, reaching out to tuck a curl behind Emma's ear. As soon as Emma leaned into the touch, Regina snatched her hand away again.

"Stand still," she snapped, taking a step to one side. As she moved, she let her arm graze against Emma's. She felt Emma jump like electricity had shot through her.

"You do look very beautiful, Miss Swan," she murmured, moving behind her. She reached out a hand and let a single finger trace the line of Emma's spine down from her neck to the two dents in the small of her back. Emma trembled when the finger reached the top of her panties. "Do you always wear these?"

"No," Emma said. "I bought these for tonight."

"For what purpose?"

"I thought you might like them."

"You thought right," Regina said, taking a step closer. Her breasts brushed against Emma's back and she allowed herself to reach out, placing a hand on either side of her narrow waist. "I'll like them even more when they're on my bedroom floor, though. Or perhaps shoved into that pretty little mouth of yours to stop you from making too much noise."

Emma's head dropped forwards slightly, the tightly defined muscles in her shoulders quivering. "I would like that."

"I don't care what you would like," Regina said, stepping backwards. Emma groaned at the loss of contact. "We aren't here to please you."

"No," Emma said, her fists opening and closing by her sides. "I'm sorry."

"Apology not accepted," Regina said. "Take a step forward."

Emma did as she was told.

"And another. Until you're by the bed."

Swallowing, Emma edged forwards until her legs were flush against the edge of the mattress. Just walking was agony – her pussy was throbbing, and she could feel the tug of her wet panties against it whenever she moved. She was grateful when she could stop, until the loss of even that tiniest bit of friction became her newest problem.

She took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut, and tried to focus on anything else in the world.

"Bend over, Miss Swan."

Emma groaned as she did so, placing her hands flat on the bed and leaning her weight on them. She should have felt exposed standing like that, with her ass in the air for Regina's viewing pleasure, but she didn't. She felt something much deeper, something that was humiliating and arousing all at once.

"I've had my eye on this for a while," Regina said, stepping up alongside her. Emma swallowed. Her curls had fallen in front of her face, but through the gaps she could see the redness of Regina's dress next to her hip. She didn't see her hand reach out, however, and the sudden touch of a palm brushing over her ass made her jump. "It looks magnificent in jeans, but I have to say, it looks even better like this."

"Thank you, Madam Mayor."

Regina smirked. Then, before she could give Emma time to brace herself, she lifted her hand back and brought it smacking down against her beautifully smooth skin.

Emma gasped, rising up onto the balls of her feet, but to her credit she didn't try and pull away. Regina rubbed her hand over the slightly pink patch of skin, and a shiver so intense that it made her every muscle spasm ran down Emma's back.

"How was that?" Regina asked.

"It was good," Emma murmured, trying to ignore the newest wave of wetness that had come flooding from her cunt. She swallowed. "Thank you."

"That's about as light as it will ever get," Regina warned, raising her hand again. Emma automatically flinched, but no pain followed. She heard a soft chuckle from behind her. "I never said I would make this easy for you, Miss Swan."

"I know."

"Do you think you'd like it harder?"

"Yes, please."

Regina obliged, bringing her hand down on the opposite side of Emma's ass with double the ringing force. She realised then that there was nothing more beautiful than the sight of Emma's whole body convulsing from shock, simultaneously trying to pull away from her touch and lean back into it. Regina spanked her three more times in quick succession, relishing the stinging pain in her palm, and bristled slightly when Emma didn't cry out.

"Was that not hard enough?"

Emma paused before admitting, "I think I can take harder."

She almost regretted it when Regina's palm slapped against her ass so viciously that it felt like she'd used a belt. She threw her head back in surprise, her curls skittering across her shoulders, but before she could allow it fall forwards again, she felt the unfamiliar grip of a hand fisting in her hair.

Emma glanced to her right and found herself faced with Regina's cool stare. She had a tight grip on her hair, stopping Emma from pulling away, and the feeling of her nails digging into her scalp made Emma moan out loud.

"Does this hurt?" Regina asked.

"Yes," Emma said, her voice trembling.

"Would you like me to let go?"

Emma shook her head without hesitation. "No."

And so, naturally, Regina released her at once, relishing her mew of disappointment. She took a step back, admiring the red hand marks on Emma's ass, and felt a renewed throb in her pussy.

"Take your underwear off, Miss Swan."

Emma shook herself to attention, ignoring the head rush that threatened to topple her over as soon as she stood upright. Without turning around, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. After it had dropped to the floor, she reached down and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong.

Suddenly a warm body was pressed up against her back, and two hands covered her own. Regina forced Emma to stop moving, leaving her panties where they were, and pressed a kiss against the back of her neck.

"You're getting good at following orders," she murmured, breathing in the now-familiar smell of her. Emma flushed with pleasure.

"Thank you."

Regina pushed Emma's hands away, letting them to fall back to her sides, before slowly allowing her own fingers to creep around her body. They settled below Emma's navel, just inches away from her aching cunt, and without thinking, Emma pressed herself back against Regina's body to try and gain some more contact.

At once Regina stepped away, giving Emma a menacing shove forwards so that she collapsed onto the bed.

"Did I tell you to do that?" she demanded. She wasn't disappointed, because she'd known exactly what Emma would do. But she could hear from the whimper of displeasure that Emma released into the mattress that she was disappointed with herself.

"No, Madam Mayor, I'm sorry. I didn't think."

"Do try to, dear," Regina said, stepping up alongside her dangling feet and delivering a vicious blow to her left ass cheek. Emma bucked up automatically. "As much as I enjoy admiring this pretty little head of yours, I'd appreciate it if you considered utilising what's inside it, too."

"I'm sorry."

"Are you?" Regina asked, leaning across the bed so that she could brush Emma's hair away from her face. Emma nodded, her eyes wide.

"I am."

"What will you do to make it up to me?"

"Whatever you want me to do," Emma responded automatically. The lace of her thong was beginning to grate against her soaked clit and it was taking all of her self control not to grind her hips against the bed.

"A good answer," Regina said, standing upright once more. "Please get up."

Emma struggled off the bed, her breathing heavy and her ass stinging. She planted herself as firmly on her feet as she could, directly in front of Regina, and waited for further instruction. When she glanced up, Regina was smirking at her.

"You look uncomfortable."

Emma wetted her lips, unsure of what she should say to that. Regina knew perfectly well what was wrong, and what state she'd wound Emma up into. There she was, still fully dressed, still wearing her tallest black heels and her immaculate red lipstick, her arms crossed over her chest like she was surveying a car showroom, whereas Emma could only imagine what she must look like. She could feel the wetness of her pussy starting to trickle down the inside of her thighs, and when she glanced down she could see a mottled red flush starting to spread across her naked chest. She was panting, and she felt like a crazy person – and all this had come from the sound of Regina's voice, the feeling of her palm slapping against her skin, and the knowledge that she was completely and utterly powerless in her hands.

When Emma didn't respond, Regina stepped towards her, reaching out to gently take hold of Emma's chin.

"What seems to be the problem, Miss Swan?"

Emma growled, startling herself with the low, guttural sound that bubbled up from her chest. "You know what the problem is."

Regina squeezed slightly harder on her cheeks. "Less of that attitude, please, or the next spanking you receive will be considerably less enjoyable. Now answer my question."

Emma swallowed, trying to speak around the confines of Regina's fingers pressed over her jaw. "I need to be touched properly."

Regina raised her eyebrows. "Define 'properly'."

Gritting her teeth, Emma responded, "I need you to fuck me."

"So soon?" Regina asked, loosening her grip on Emma's face. "I do recall you asking me to make you beg. I've heard nothing of the sort so far."

As soon as the words had come out of Regina's mouth, Emma responded by belligerently thrusting her jaw forwards. Regina shoved her backwards into the wall without hesitation, her eyes flashing.

"Do not," she hissed into Emma's ear as she pushed the full length of her body against her, "pout at me. Apologise."

She felt Emma swallow before she mumbled, "I'm sorry."

"No, you aren't," Regina scoffed, pulling back. Emma was watching her with wide, glossy eyes, still panting like she'd run a marathon. "You're sulking. Do you want me to leave now without touching you at all? Is that what you're aiming for? Because that's the way we're headed."

"No," Emma said at once. God, she wanted to reach out and touch Regina's waist, to pull her close and dig her teeth into that pouty bottom lip. "No, I'm sorry. Please. I just…"

"What?" Regina demanded, raising her chin. She could feel Emma trembling against her.

"I just, I haven't even gotten to kiss you yet and—"

Her words were cut off when Regina pressed her mouth aggressively against her lips, pinning her to the wall with more strength than Emma could have thought possible. Her kisses were demanding and consuming, and as her tongue curled its way around Emma's, her fingers fiercely scraped through her mess of blonde hair. When Emma lifted her hands and slid them around Regina's waist, she didn't push her away. If anything, she melted further into Emma's body, pushing her hips forward and sighing gently into her open mouth. But when Emma's hands moved down three inches and skimmed over the curve of Regina's ass, she stopped being so receptive.

Regina reached behind her, snatched up Emma's hands and pinned them against the wall beside her head. Her knee slid between Emma's legs and she fought not to moan out loud when she felt the soaked material of Emma's panties grind against her skin.

As she buried her face in the hollow of Emma's throat, Regina muttered, "Marks, yes or no?"

Emma responded with a groan, and Regina realised then that she wasn't in a position to answer proper questions.

"Let's stick with no for tonight," she said, gently nipping at her neck. "But if we do this again, I plan to leave this beautiful throat black and blue for a week."

Emma's back arched away from the wall and she tugged slightly against Regina's grip. "From kisses?"

Regina pulled away, meeting her gaze with a fiery certainty. "Perhaps. Or maybe from wrapping my fingers around it and waiting for you to beg me to stop."

Emma didn't try and stop herself from moaning. Digging her teeth into her bottom lip, she nodded furiously. "I would like that."

Regina smirked. "Excellent. But not tonight – I have other plans for you."

And before Emma could ask what those plans were, Regina tugged her away from the wall and pushed her towards the bed once more. Emma collapsed back onto the mattress without ever taking her eyes off of the woman stood in front of her.

Without preamble, Regina crawled on top of her, holding her body just inches away. She dipped her head as she moved, letting her tongue trace a path from Emma's navel up to between her breasts, and when she was finally there, she buried her face in them, leaving a trail of wet kisses across her skin.

She was waiting for Emma to reach up and cup the back of her head, and it didn't take long. The second she felt a set of desperate fingers winding through her dark hair, Regina sat bolt upright, snatching up Emma's wrists in her hands and pinning them down to the bed.

"Why are you finding it so difficult to follow instructions?" she asked, her legs straddled across Emma's hips. She leaned her entire weight on her hands, stopping Emma from even attempting to pull her wrists free. "Do you enjoy antagonising me?"

Emma hesitated, and Regina knew what the honest answer would be. She released one of Emma's arms and used her free hand to grab hold of her jaw instead, forcing her to meet her gaze.

"Do you?" she hissed, her face bent so low that their noses were nearly touching.

She caught a glimmer of a tear in Emma's eye before she forced out a muffled, "No."

"You're a liar," Regina sneered, releasing her face and placing both of her hands on Emma's exposed breasts. As her fingers crept their way around Emma's nipples, she felt the woman below her shiver. "Do you know what I do with liars?"

Emma shook her head, blinking back her tears.

"I punish them," Regina said, suddenly pinching Emma's nipples hard enough to make her shriek.

"Stop that," Regina said, squeezing harder. Emma's entire back arched off of the bed and her hands gripped hold of the sheets with such ferocity that Regina thought they might rip. To anyone else, it might have looked like Emma was in agonising pain – and, to a certain extent, she was – but Regina knew differently. She'd grown accustomed to the hiss of breath between someone's teeth as the wave of pain became overtaken by a dull, throbbing pleasure. She recognised the look on their face when they wanted to scream every swear word they knew, every damned insult they could think of, but they weren't for a single second considering saying 'red'.

Regina released Emma's breasts and stepped back onto the carpet, curling her fingers through Emma's thong and tugging it abruptly from her body. Emma lifted her head, her eyes wide and brimming with tears, and found Regina dangling her panties from one finger with a look of unmistakable scorn on her face.

"Would you care to explain this, Miss Swan?"

Emma pushed herself up onto her elbows, swallowing hard. "Explain what?"

"This," Regina snapped, throwing the panties onto her stomach. As soon as they made contact with her skin, Emma could feel how wet the fabric was. Her cheeks turned purple.

"I…"

"Have you been enjoying this?" Regina demanded, climbing back onto her knees on either side of Emma's legs. She reached out for Emma's shoulder and shoved her back down onto the mattress. "I've been treating you like the stupid little girl you are, and you're soaking wet. Did you know that? Could you feel it happening?"

At that moment, Emma could feel a million things happening. She could feel her fingers starting to spark and her feet going cold. She could feel her heart pounding at a thousand beats per minute. She could feel another surge of wetness seeping from her pussy as Regina's cruel words rained down on her, and she could feel herself willing her to continue. To say worse. To do more.

"Yes," she choked out, closing her eyes. Immediately a hand slapped against the inside of her thigh, and her eyelids shot back open again.

"You will look at me when I'm talking to you," Regina said, slapping the other thigh for good measure and sneering when Emma hissed with pain. "Tell me why you're so wet."

Emma was sniffing rapidly as she forced out, "Because you turned me on, Madam Mayor." She looked disgusted by how pleading her own voice sounded.

"How?" Regina asked, incredulous. She grabbed the thong off of Emma's stomach and tossed it to one side like it was garbage. "Does it make you feel good when I treat you like a whore?"

"Yes, Madam Mayor."

"Are you wet right now?"

"Yes."

"Touch yourself," Regina demanded, sitting back. "Show me how wet you are."

Emma hesitated, wondering if this was some kind of trick. But Regina's gaze was fiery and expectant, and so she did as she was told, sliding two fingers over her cunt and groaning out loud when she felt just how soaked it was. As her fingers slipped easily inside, she felt a familiar fluttering in her muscles. As her walls clenched around her fingertips, she recognised the slickness of a pussy that had waited far too long to be fucked like this.

"Take them out," Regina said, watching with raised eyebrows as Emma whimpered in dismay. She slowly pulled her fingers free, wincing as they brushed over her swollen clit. As she went to place her hand back on the bed, Regina stopped her, grabbing hold of her wrist with vice-like fingers.

She slowly lifted Emma's hand to her mouth and slid her fingers inside. Emma's eyes widened, never blinking, unable to tear themselves away from the sight of her long digits disappearing between Regina's perfectly painted lips. She could feel her tongue swirling around them, followed by the faint vibration of Regina's voice as she hummed with pleasure.

"You taste delicious," she murmured as she pulled them free.

"Thank you," Emma whispered. Regina pushed Emma's hand down once more, guiding it back towards her soaked cunt. She helped her fingers slip back inside, and once more Emma's eyes fluttered shut.

"Eyes open, Miss Swan," Regina ordered. "If you close your eyes, you don't get to come."

Emma's head shot up in surprise. "You're going to let me come now?"

"I don't believe I said that," Regina mused, scraping her nails lightly over Emma's ribcage. "Now, continue."

She watched with ravenous hunger as Emma slipped her fingers back inside, her chest hitching and her eyes – for now, at least – staying wide open. Regina could see the wetness shimmering around Emma's folds and across the insides of her thighs. She could hear how wet she was. The almost obscene sucking noises that came from her cunt every time she pushed her fingers back inside made every cell in Regina's body spark, and she was surprised by how long she managed to resist before she finally grabbed Emma's wrist and pushed it out of the way.

"Get up by the pillows," Regina said, sitting back to give Emma room to wriggle out from beneath her. She shuffled backwards, her eyes on Regina the whole time, until she was settled back against the cushions with her wild hair spread around her.

Regina followed her, crawling slowly on her hands and knees, and relished the way that Emma seemed to shrink back as she approached. Her legs were slightly spread and there was an excited, pink flush in her cheeks. Regina realised with a twinge that she'd never looked more beautiful.

Settling down between her legs, Regina asked as casually as she could, "Do you remember what you asked me for?"

Emma clenched her teeth. "Yes."

"Remind me. What was it?"

"I asked you to make me beg, Madam Mayor."

Regina rested her temple against Emma's bent leg, leisurely dragging one finger down the centre of Emma's cunt.

"Oh, yes," she said, not lifting her eyes. "How forgetful of me."

She paused, allowing herself to enjoy the sound of Emma's frantic breathing for a few moments, before she asked. "Do you still want that?"

Emma's voice was choked as she answered, "Yes."

"Good," Regina said. "Because I wouldn't have listened if you'd said no."

Before Emma could react, Regina buried her face in between her legs, lapping up the taste of her with the full length of her tongue and moaning against her skin like she'd been waiting for this moment her entire life.

Emma gasped, her body arching up to meet Regina's mouth and her hands automatically lifting to slide through her dark hair. This time, Regina let her. She wrapped her arms around Emma's thighs and tugged her closer, so there wasn't a millimetre of space between her lips and Emma's dripping pussy.

The noises that began to fall from Emma's mouth were as intoxicating as they were surprising – Regina had never heard her sound so thankful, so lost, so utterly out of control before. She was sighing and whimpering and letting her soft cries reach a wanton crescendo without a single thought for how she might look or sound. And Regina was unbearably grateful for that fact, because the simple truth of the matter was that she looked and sounded like everything she had ever dreamed of.

And god, the taste of her. Regina had been waiting for this for years, since the very first moment Emma had turned up at her door, but not even in her wildest, filthiest fantasies had she ever imagined that Emma could possibly taste so sweet. For a split second she thought to herself that it was probably from all the pastries she consumed at the sheriff station, and the thought was somehow more erotic than it was amusing. She suddenly wanted absolutely nothing more than to spend the rest of her night licking up the taste of it.

But then she heard the telltale signs of Emma spiralling towards her first orgasm, and Regina's movements stopped being about giving pleasure and returned to being about control. As Emma bucked her hips forward, her grip on Regina's hair getting tighter, Regina lifted her head slightly and took in Emma's face. Just as she had expected, her eyes had fluttered shut.

Grinning to herself, Regina dragged her tongue firmly, almost roughly up her soaked core, and just as she heard the breathless moans starting to squeeze from Emma's throat, she pulled away from her.

When she realised what had happened, Emma nearly screamed. "Wh… what?"

Regina was disentangling herself from Emma's greedy fingers, shrugging quite calmly.

"I did warn you."

"Warn me about what?" Emma demanded, her confusion almost dizzying. Every muscle in her body was clenching and unclenching, and she already felt exhausted from fighting through the overwhelming disappointment. She swallowed, choking down tears for the second time that evening.

Kneeling between her legs, Regina reached out for both of Emma's hands and tugged her forwards, forcing her to sit upright.

"About what would happen if you closed your eyes," Regina murmured, snaking a hand beneath Emma's hair and guiding her forwards for a greedy kiss. Emma was still panting furiously, and Regina could feel her hesitation as she caught the first taste of herself on the other woman's lips. But it didn't take long before she began to melt into the kiss, and a moment later her tongue was delving inside Regina's mouth, desperately lapping up more of the delicious new sensation.

As they pulled apart, Emma muttered, "You only said I had to keep my eyes open when you were talking to me."

Her belligerence would have been endearing in any other circumstance, but at that moment, it was most unwelcome. Regina narrowed her eyes, pushing Emma back down onto the bed.

"And you said that you wanted to beg for it," she hissed, delivering a shocking slap to Emma's soaked pussy. Emma bucked upwards, her eyes wide as saucers, and tried to cover herself up. "Put those hands back where they were. You just earned yourself three more."

Emma was already whimpering as her head crashed back down to the mattress, but by the time Regina had finished slapping the palm of her hand against her wet core, she was close to shouting out loud.

"What do you say?" Regina asked coolly, crawling on top of her and letting her hair dangle down in front of her face. Emma was gnawing on her bottom lip, fighting through the simultaneous stinging pain and throbbing desire in her clit.

"I'm sorry," she choked out.

Sliding her hands back onto Emma's breasts and gently squeezing them, Regina prompted, "You're sorry, what?"

"I'm sorry, Madam Mayor. I shouldn't have disrespected you."

A smile appeared on Regina's lips as she ducked her head forward, pressing her mouth softly against Emma's. "Good girl."

The whimper that slipped from Emma's lips surprised them both. Regina's raised her eyebrows, pulling away slightly.

"Do you like it when I call you that?"

Emma nodded, her cheeks turning pink. Regina rubbed a thumb over one of them.

"Don't blush," she said, letting Emma lean into her touch. She needed her to come back down from the dizzying high of her ruined orgasm before they could start again anyway. "You don't need to be embarrassed by any of this."

"It's hard not to be," Emma said, her voice gradually getting calmer. "I'm a wreck, I just nearly came all over your tongue, and meanwhile you don't seem to be even slightly affected by any of this."

Regina couldn't help but laugh. "You really are ridiculous. I'm just better at hiding it than you are."

Emma narrowed her eyes. "Do I ever get to find that out for myself?"

"Oh, you most certainly do," Regina said, planting another kiss on Emma's lips before she climbed off the bed. "But not yet. We still have the matter of you begging to attend to."

And just like that, Emma's slowly recovering pussy was throbbing once more. She groaned, arching her body off the bed.

"Take a moment to calm down," Regina said, walking towards her closet without looking back. "As soon as you feel ready to continue, I'd like you to turn over onto your stomach."

"How long do I have?"

"As long as you need. We have all night."

Emma couldn't help but smile to herself. Regina, of all people, was turning out to be the most patient lover she'd ever had – and that was after she'd just spent 10 minutes torturing her pussy to breaking point.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, willing the ache in her cunt to subside. She was slowly learning that this wasn't going to be like any other sexual encounter she'd had – this was more of a marathon than a sprint, and she had to get herself under control if she hoped to make it to the finish line.

God, she thought to herself, gently stretching out her legs before she flipped over onto her stomach. If that was what the starting pistol felt like, the finish line might finish you altogether.

She buried her face in a pillow for a second, hiding her grin. The fabric smelled like Regina.

After a few moments she heard Regina's soft footsteps behind her, but she knew better than to look around. She pulled her face out of the pillow and rested her chin on top of it.

"Ready, Miss Swan?"

Emma nodded. "Yes, Madam Mayor."

"What colour are we at?"

"Green all the way."

"Very good," Regina said, tossing the item that she'd brought with her onto the bed by Emma's feet. Emma's toes curled when she heard it drop. "Then I'd like you to shift forward a bit, until you can touch the headboard."

Emma did as she was told, edging her body forward like a snake. She stopped when her fingertips reached the heavy wooden bed frame.

"Hold onto one of those slats, would you, dear?"

The sound of Regina's voice, so cool and so scheming, made her shudder. Emma did as instructed, holding onto the centremost wooden bar as tightly as she could.

She jumped when she felt Regina climb on top of her, straddling the dip of her waist. Then, with an entirely new jolt of shock, Emma realised she could feel the heat of Regina's own soaked panties against the small of her back. She could have wept.

"Something the matter?" Regina asked. Emma shook her head immediately.

"Not at all."

"Good. Then be quiet and keep your hands where they are."

Emma didn't dare breathe, much less pull her hands away. She waited, feeling Regina moving around on top of her but unable to tell what exactly she was doing. Then she felt the trail of a long piece of fabric tickling against her shoulders and she nearly bucked Regina off of her entirely.

"Stay still," Regina said, reaching behind her and delivering a ferocious slap to her ass. Emma bit down on her lip, burying her face in the pillow below her.

"I'm sorry," she muttered through the fabric, and Regina snorted.

"There's a lot of apologising going on tonight," she muttered. "I'm starting to feel like you're acting up just to get punished."

This wasn't entirely accurate, but Emma hesitated, realising that it did in fact sound like something she would do. Regina laughed again.

"You haven't experienced true punishment yet," she said, holding the fabric in both of her hands. "Think about that."

She leaned forwards, her body pressing down on the back of Emma's head, and looped the fabric around her arms. She saw Emma's fingers twitch with anticipation.

"This is one of my favourite scarves," Regina said casually, referring to the red silk item that she was currently knotting around Emma's wrists. "I didn't want to start you off with anything too daunting, so you get the pleasure of using this. If you tear it, I really will be forced to punish you. Do you understand?"

Emma nodded, the back of her head brushing against Regina's chest. She could feel that the restraints weren't especially tight – if she really wanted to, she probably could have pulled herself loose. But that, she realised, was the point. They were a reminder, nothing more, and if she suddenly felt like she needed to pull herself free of them, she wouldn't have a hard time doing so.

When Regina had finished securing her hands, she sat back upright. "They're not too tight?"

Emma lifted her head out of the pillow and gingerly tugged on the makeshift restraints. They fit snugly around her wrists, but that was all.

"They're perfect."

Regina reached underneath her and grabbed hold of the cushion that was squashed beneath her head. "Were you suffocating in there?"

Emma giggled. "A little."

"You should have said," Regina said, pulling it free and tossing it onto the floor.

"I didn't mind," Emma admitted, wriggling slightly under Regina's weight. "I liked the feeling of you… pinning me down."

Regina was grateful that Emma couldn't see her arrogant smile as she clambered off her. "Well then. I'm sorry I took it away, but I really would prefer you to be conscious for this."

Emma rested her forehead on her outstretched arms, grinning to herself. At once she felt a swat to the back of her left thigh.

"Ow!" she yelped, trying to look around. "What was that for?"

"You were laughing," Regina said, pushing her head back down. "You're not taking this seriously."

"I can't help it if you're making me laugh," Emma protested, expecting to receive another slap to her leg. Instead, Regina's hand suddenly slid beneath her throat, grasping hold of her jaw and pulling her face up. Emma gasped as her head was forced awkwardly backwards.

Regina bent down and pressed her mouth against Emma's ear.

"Are you laughing now, Miss Swan?" she drawled, letting her tongue creep out and flick at Emma's earlobe. Emma whimpered.

"No," she said, her giggles vanishing as quickly as they'd come. Regina adjusted her position so that Emma could see her out the corner of her eye.

"Do you like being able to sit down?" she asked, watching as confusion took over her face.

"Do I…?"

"Because if you laugh at me again," Regina warned, her spare hand reaching up to push Emma's hair back from her face, "I will spank your ass raw. Do you think I am joking?"

The fervour in Emma's headshake was oddly charming. "No, of course not."

"Good," Regina said, letting her head drop back down again. "Then we understand each other."

She reached out and trailed her nails down Emma's back as she walked slowly down the length of the bed, taking in Emma's body: stretched out, naked and gleaming with sweat.

"Get on your knees, Miss Swan."

Emma hesitated, wondering how she was meant to do that with her hands bound. Regina slapped her across the ass without waiting for her to attempt to move, and cackled when Emma shrieked in surprise.

"Do it," Regina said, leaning over her and rubbing a hand over her pink skin. "Now."

Emma forced one leg up beneath her, entirely distracted by the feeling of Regina's fingers on her body, and then, after several failed starts, pulled the other leg up to join it. With both of her knees tucked beneath her body and her arms still outstretched in front of her, she felt like she was in a very peculiar yoga pose.

"Very nice," Regina said, standing upright. "But now I want you to put this delicious ass in the air. Arch your back."

Her movements were wobbly, but Emma managed to do as she was told. She found herself with her head resting on her forearms, her spine curved in a gentle arc and her ass stuck up high in the air. She was glad her face was hidden, because she knew it must have turned puce.

"I told you not to be embarrassed," Regina said, spying her tensed shoulders. "I wish I could show you how beautiful you look."

Emma swallowed. "Thank you."

"And – oh, Emma," Regina sighed, climbing up onto the bed behind her and kneeling between her feet. "What's this?"

For a second Emma floundered, wondering what Regina had discovered. But before her mind could spiral into thoughts of forgotten back tattoos or a patch of hair that she'd missed while waxing, she felt the sudden touch of Regina's fingers grazing over her cunt.

"You're still dripping," Regina murmured, sliding her sticky fingers into her mouth and moaning with wonderment as she tasted them. "That's a flavour I will never get tired of."

She put her wet fingers back between Emma's legs and let the full width of her hand glide flatly over the soaked skin. Emma groaned, her shoulders lifting up as she willed Regina to plunge as many of those fingers into her as she dared.

She nearly burst into tears when instead she felt Regina's tongue take their place, gliding slowly, torturously over her pussy.

"Oh my god," she gasped, biting down on her arm. The feeling was indescribable, somehow intimate and outrageously filthy at the same time, and she felt the orgasm that she'd been denied only 10 minutes before start to come crawling back to her. "Oh my god."

Placing her hands on Emma's hips, Regina held her firmly against her face, letting her tongue furiously lap up her wetness and spread it further around her aching core. She could feel Emma grinding back against her and she knew that her toes were curling, her fingers gripping fiercely onto the bedpost for support, but she didn't let up. This orgasm was going to come quicker than the last one, and she needed to bring Emma as close to the edge as she possibly could before it all got too much.

She lifted her right hand and smacked it down hard on Emma's ass, smirking to herself at the delicious sound she made. It was a cross between a cry and a moan, and Regina knew she wanted more. So who was she to deny her that?

Her left hand slapped down on the other side of her body and Emma rocked forwards on her knees, feeling the orgasm building up inside her like fire. That familiar weightlessness was beginning to take over her limbs and god, the stars that were sparking up behind her closed eyelids were blinding.

"Yes, yes, Regina," she gasped, rocking back again, shamelessly pressing herself against Regina's face and twitching violently as that tight spiral inside her began to quicken. "Yes yes yes yes yes, please, god."

She was so close, and Regina knew it. It almost hurt her to stop.

Emma screamed out loud when she did, her body collapsing sideways onto the bed. She couldn't stop herself from crying this time.

Regina kneeled over her, the delicious taste of her still on her lips, and pushed the damp hair away from her face.

"Oh dear," she murmured, watching the thick mascara tracks that were already ebbing down her cheeks. "Did that disappoint you?"

She knew Emma was going to swear at her – she would have been disappointed if she hadn't – but she wasn't quite prepared for the ferocity of it as she spat out, "I fucking hate you."

Then, silence. They both seemed to realise at the exact same time what had just happened, and if Emma's hands had been free, she would have clapped one of them across her mouth.

Regina looked coldly down at her, her hand still resting on her face. Emma was panting, her entire body rising up and down against the sheets as she tried to calm herself down, and though she was still crying from sheer fury, she was slowly starting to look afraid.

"I see," Regina said, pulling away from her and getting to her feet. Emma knew there was little point in apologising – she'd broken Regina's first rule, and she could see from the furious line of her jaw that she wasn't about to be forgiven any time soon – but she tried nonetheless.

"Regina," Emma started, then corrected herself. "Madam Mayor – I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."

Regina was walking over to the dresser, her chin held high and her posture rigid. She felt an urgent throbbing in her cunt as she moved, reaching into the top drawer and pulling out the item that she'd suspected she'd be needing at some point tonight.

"Are you?" she asked casually, testing the weight of the paddle in her hand. It was made from light wood and was coated in soft, padded leather on one side. It was about the tamest implement she owned, but when she turned around with it, Emma's eyes nearly popped out of her head.

"What is that?"

"You were in the middle of apologising, Miss Swan," Regina said, her voice cold, as she approached the bed once more. She stopped by Emma's head, enjoying the way that she could loom over her with the paddle dangling from one hand. "Continue."

Choking back a whimper, Emma garbled, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say that."

"Say what?"

Emma swallowed. "That I hate you."

Regina's jaw clenched. "Now, Emma. That isn't quite what you said, is it?"

Another tear slipped down Emma's cheek. "I'm sorry for saying that I… I fucking hate you."

"Ah yes, that was it," Regina sighed, looking up at the ceiling with a faint shake of her head. "Just remind me, Miss Swan, in case I'd imagined our earlier conversation – what did I tell you that I don't like in the bedroom?"

Emma heaved back a sob as she answered, "Bratty subs."

"That's it," Regina said, beginning to move towards Emma's legs. "I thought so. And what did I tell you that I expect from you in here?"

"Respect," Emma said, squeezing her eyes shut. She could feel the shame oozing out of her. "You want respect."

"Correct," Regina said, lifting the paddle without warning and hitting Emma's ass with a vicious cracking sound. Emma's body bucked against it, but she didn't make a noise – the shock was worse than the pain, and in that moment she couldn't remember how to cry out. "Is telling me that you 'fucking hate' me showing me respect, Emma?"

"No," Emma whimpered as the paddle came down on her ass a second time, and then a third. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it."

"Just how sorry are you?" Regina asked, bringing the paddle down again on the other side of her body. She watched the colour blooming in Emma's skin and hummed with pleasure.

"W… what?"

"On a scale of one to 10," Regina asked, dragging the paddle slowly over the curve of Emma's buttocks. "How sorry are you?"

"10," Emma said at once, panting heavily. "11."

"Which is it? 10 or 11?"

"11, Madam Mayor."

"Excellent answer," Regina said, giving Emma's ass a gentle squeeze before she placed the paddle back against her skin. "You've already survived four blows. So that makes it seven more, I believe."

Emma could have screamed, and yet somehow she found herself lifting her ass slightly higher in the air. Her skin was burning and the muscles in her shoulders were on fire from fighting through the pain, and yet blossoming underneath it all was a sick, perverse pleasure that threatened to make her come then and there.

Regina delivered the next three blows in quick succession, enjoying the way that Emma's groans of pain became more strangled with each swipe. With the 10th, she let out an agonised shriek.

"Come on now," Regina sighed, returning to the head of the bed so she could lift Emma's chin in her hand. "Is it really as bad as all that?"

And god, Emma longed to scream at her again. She had a thousand curse words all reserved especially for her. But the stinging pain in her ass was a friendly reminder of just what the difference was between a pleasurable spanking and a punishing one, and so she kept her mouth firmly shut. She shook her head without a word.

"I didn't think so," Regina said calmly, brushing her thumb under Emma's eye to wipe away the latest tear. "Are these tears something that I need to be worried about?"

Emma shook her head again.

"Where are we?" Regina asked, her voice suddenly softer, and it wasn't so hard for Emma to answer.

"Green, Madam Mayor."

Regina's gaze became colder again.

"Good," she said, grazing her thumb over Emma's cheek. "One more to go, then. Do you think you'll have learned your lesson by then?"

Emma gulped back her tears, nodding. "Yes, Madam Mayor."

"Are you going to talk back to me again?"

"No, I won't. I promise."

"Very good," Regina said, letting Emma's face drop back to the sheets and returning to her position alongside her thighs. "Then I may be able to forgive you."

She lifted the paddle and brought it down on Emma's skin with as much force as she could muster. Emma screamed into the sheets, her body rearing up into the air and her fingers clawing desperately at the wooden headrest.

Then, without warning, two fingers were shoved abruptly into her cunt, and she nearly screamed for an entirely different reason.

Regina let out a low cackle from behind her. "You loved that, didn't you? You are dripping onto my sheets, Miss Swan. You loved being punished for your filthy fucking mouth, didn't you?"

Emma knew she couldn't deny it. Her hips were thrusting forwards of their own accord, half trying to get away from Regina's torturous fingers and half trying to grind furiously against the bed to finally get that release she'd been craving since she'd walked into that house. Regina immediately pulled her fingers free and returned to the head of the bed, grabbing a fistful of Emma's hair with her spare hand as she pushed her wet fingers towards her mouth.

"Open," she demanded, and Emma did as she was told. She wasn't used to the taste of her own sticky arousal yet, but on Regina's fingers, it somehow tasted good. She licked them clean, swirling her tongue around them, and moaned with disappointment when Regina pulled them free.

"Say thank you, Emma," Regina scolded, and at once Emma choked out her gratitude.

"Thank you, Madam Mayor. Thank you."

"That's very good," Regina said, releasing her hair once more. She gently stroked a hand over Emma's head before walking back down the bed. "Have you learned your lesson?"

"I have," Emma moaned, her voice muffled by the sheets.

"Speak up please, dear," Regina said, climbing onto the bed and kneeling between Emma's spread legs. "I asked if you'd learned your lesson."

"Yes," Emma all but shouted, grinding her hips forward yet again. "I've learned my lesson. I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry."

She was rewarded for her authenticity with two fingers being pushed slowly back inside her cunt. She let out a low, rasping moan, her back arching upwards once more.

"Oh, god," she whimpered, tugging harder on the scarf around her wrists. "Thank you, thank you."

"This feels good, I take it?" Regina asked, moving her fingers more leisurely than either of them wanted her to.

"It feels so good," Emma cried, her hips bucking uncontrollably. She had no idea when she'd reached this point – this point of not caring what she looked like or how desperate she sounded or how grotesquely she was humping her body against the bed, but where all she cared about in the entire world was that long denied orgasm that was suddenly within her grasp once more. She knew that if Regina took it away from her again, she wouldn't survive the disappointment.

"Regina," she panted, the tight, hot spiral starting again from deep within her stomach. Regina spanked her once more across her ass, but didn't stop moving her fingers slowly in and out. "I mean – Madam Mayor."

"Yes?"

"Please, please – I need to come."

"I know you do, darling," Regina purred, and that word made Emma's entire body break out in a burning hot sweat. "Tell me how badly you need to."

Emma wanted to scream, but she forced herself to answer. "I will die if I don't. Please, Madam Mayor, please. Let me come on your fingers – I will do anything, anything you want. Just please, please let me come."

Regina paused like she was considering it, letting her dripping fingers fall completely still inside her. In that moment, Emma finally lost her patience.

"Fuck. Me," she screamed, lifting her head, letting the words come howling from her and not caring if the entire fucking block heard her. "For fuck's sake, please."

Regina pulled her fingers free without a word, and Emma burst into a fresh wave of tears.

"Regina, no, no, please, come back," she howled, her body thrashing against the sheets. "Please, I'm sorry! Please, I won't speak again, just please let me come. I need to come. I'm so sorry, please come back."

But Regina had already gotten what she needed, and was walking back towards the bed. The item in her hand was a long wand with a bulbous tip, and a thick black cable protruding from the bottom.

She reached the head of the bed and bent down to plug the wand into the wall. On her way back up, she pressed a swift, hot kiss against Emma's wet cheek.

"Now that," she murmured, running her hand down Emma's spine, "is what I call begging."

As she walked back down the bed, she grabbed a pillow from beside Emma's head.

"Hips up, if you please, Miss Swan," she said as she knelt between her legs. It took Emma a moment to register what she had asked, and then she was thrusting her ass as high into the air as it would go.

Regina slid the cushion beneath her and tapped Emma's hip, letting her know that she should lie back down again. The angle was slightly uncomfortable and Emma felt more exposed than ever, but when she realised that Regina had laid the wand directly between her cunt and the pillow, she suddenly didn't care about any of it.

"Have you ever used one of these before, Miss Swan?"

Emma heaved back a sob, wriggling her hips so she could feel the ball nestling more firmly between her folds. "No."

"Would you like to?"

"Yes, yes, I would," Emma said, not giving a damn how desperate she sounded. "Please. Please, I need to come."

To her surprise, Regina laughed. "You might regret asking for that."

It was the second time that evening that Regina had uttered those words, and Emma only had a split second to realise that she hadn't heeded her warning on the first occasion. Then Regina switched the wand on, and all of her thoughts were completely lost.

The first orgasm washed over her in under 10 seconds, and when Regina didn't pull the toy away, the second one merged into it, causing Emma's entire body to start shaking uncontrollably. She thought maybe she would be given a break between the second and third, but she was wrong – she felt Regina push the toy harder against her, and even through the screaming heat that was spasming through her muscles, Emma could sense the glorious smirk that Regina was wearing.

After she came a third time, her body went numb for a few moments. The wand kept vibrating violently against her but she felt immune to it, her pussy dripping wet and puffy from the torture that had been wreaked upon it beforehand, and she let herself relax. It was then that orgasm number four snuck up on her, blasting through her soft muscles, causing her to scream out loud.

Behind her, Regina watched with some interest as her body bucked upwards, trying desperately to get away from what had gone so quickly from being Emma's new favourite toy to an instrument of unbearable torture. There was a sheen of sweat across Emma's back and a dark puddle on the cushion below her hips, but Regina didn't let up. There was only one thing that was going to make her stop now, and she was curious to see how long Emma could hold out before she did it.

Finally, as orgasm number six ripped through her, Emma shrieked, "Red, red!"

At once Regina pulled the wand away, switching it off with one hand as the other reached across the bed to pull at the knotted scarf around Emma's wrists. The restraints came loose easily, and Emma was free to roll off the pillows and onto her back, her chest rising and falling so heavily that for a moment Regina considered asking her if she needed medical attention.

"Emma?" she asked after a few minutes. She was perched awkwardly on the edge of the bed, the now silent wand resting next to her thigh and her hands clasped in her lap. Emma looked across at her and, seeing how anxious she looked, burst out laughing.

"How do you still look so composed?" she demanded, gesturing to Regina's dress and heels, both of which had managed to stay on. Regina smiled.

"I wasn't the one being tortured with a magic wand," she said, placing the object in question onto the nightstand. After a moment's hesitation, she tossed the damp pillow onto the floor and laid her body down next to Emma's. "Was that okay?"

Emma laughed again, because she had no idea how else she could react. She lifted her hands and wiped them under her eyes, grimacing when they came away black with mascara.

"Here," Regina said, reaching out and gently wiping away the remaining tear tracks. The gesture was so cautious and intimate that Emma couldn't help herself – she reached out both her hands and tugged Regina on top of her, kissing her so furiously that it startled them both.

When Regina pulled away, she murmured. "Well. I take it that's a yes?"

Emma giggled, and it was the most wonderful sound Regina had ever heard. "That was… everything."

"I didn't push you too far?"

"Not at all," Emma said, reaching up and wiping a smudge of lipstick away from Regina's mouth. It was the only part of her that was out of place. "The only time I came close to safe wording was when you were hitting me with the paddle, but… I don't know. I didn't want to."

"You didn't want to?" Regina asked, raising her eyebrows.

"I was being punished," Emma said cautiously. "I was annoyed with myself for what I said to you, and I didn't want to let myself off. And I'm glad I didn't. It was weirdly… kind of great."

Regina smirked. "You might not be saying that when you have to spend the rest of the week standing at your desk instead of sitting. Your ass does look rather red."

Emma laughed, her cheeks turning deliciously pink, and Regina couldn't help but lean forward and plant a kiss on one of them.

"I'm going to go get you some lotion," she said, going to roll off the bed again, but Emma immediately snatched at her wrist, pulling her back.

"In a minute," Emma said. "It can wait."

"Emma, you're going to be in a lot of pain very soon."

"I'm already in a lot of pain," Emma said. "I just want to thank you properly."

"Thank me?" Regina asked, reaching out to brush the damp hair away from Emma's face. "Why?"

"Why?" Emma asked. "You just fulfilled literally every single fantasy I've had since arriving in this town, Regina."

Regina didn't even attempt to not look smug. "Well. I have to say that I've had plenty of time to plan what I would like to do to you."

"You have?"

"Absolutely," Regina said. "Ever since you rolled into town in that horrible little car, I've been imagining what it would be like to hear you moan like that."

Emma blushed again, glancing away. "But you didn't even get off."

"I know," Regina said, looking perfectly at ease with that fact. "That was always unlikely to happen. We were here for you tonight, but maybe, if this happens again, then we can see about bringing my orgasms into the equation too. If you're comfortable with that."

But Emma was already looking confused. "If this happens again?"

"I don't want to be presumptuous," Regina said. "This might have just been something you wanted to get out of your system, or it might have been more intense than you thought. If you didn't want to come back again, I wouldn't force you."

"And what if I did want to?" Emma asked. "Like, say I desperately, urgently wanted to?"

Regina smirked at her. "Then I would welcome the sight of you tumbling through my front door whenever it pleased you."

Emma grinned. "I would really like that. I don't know what this would mean for us day-to-day, but…"

Regina was already waving a hand through the air. "Let's not worry about that for now. We've found something that we truly excel at as a team – let's just enjoy it, shall we?"

In lieu of an answer, Emma smiled, lifting her head to press a gentle kiss against Regina's pouting lips.

"I think I can handle that," Emma said quietly, rubbing her thumb over Regina's cheek and watching with a sudden lift of her heart as Regina smiled softly back at her. There was a pause.

"Now, go and get that lotion," Emma said, nudging Regina with her foot until she was forced to crawl off the bed with a groan. "For some reason, my entire ass is on fire."