Chapter 1

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A glance. That's all it takes. One stern glance and her resolve crumbles, the inappropriate punchline to her silly joke dying in her throat; saving their guests from forcing another uncomfortable laugh. She's officially run out of the gracious amount of chances she'd been given all night to make better choices. Now, she'll have to answer for it.

A simple, yet effective, raise of a perfectly groomed brow has her jumping to her feet, offering their guests an escape to the lounge as she clears the table. It's an escape for her, too. A chance to skulk away from scolding brown eyes. Her heart pounds in her chest, knowing full well she has been a source of irritation in front of important guests.

She'd done it on purpose, of course. But, as always, her nerves kick in once she gains the negative attention she so desires. The dark eyes flashing across the table from her had told her that her plan worked, her breath catching in her throat. It's why she's relieved about being sent to the kitchen, gaining valuable time to prepare. She takes her time loading the dishwasher, hoping that the old adage of 'out of sight, out of mind,' will come into play.

It doesn't.

Emma stiffens when she feels a warm hand settle on the curve of her behind. She's reluctant to turn and face the owner of the hand, but she knows it is expected of her. Heat filters through her entire body as she gazes into narrowed eyes. Green meeting brown in a nervous, yet excited, manner.

"My my, Miss Swan." Regina's scolding tone makes Emma's stomach lurch, a tingle building elsewhere at the lower register. "It is indeed a pity that you allow that mouth of yours to get you into trouble. Especially when it has no many other talents."

Emma swallows dryly, thighs clenching together as wetness grows. She's nervous, unsure of what Regina will do to her, and she fucking loves it.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, "I..."

"No." Regina places a finger to Emma's lips. "I think you've done enough talking for tonight, don't you?" A smirk grows on red painted lips, dark eyes flashing, when Emma nods. "Good girl," she praises. "Safeword?"

The stern features temporarily soften, comforting hands resting on Emma's hips. She can see the effect she's already having on her girl. Eyes dilated, uneven breaths, thighs rubbing together... It takes all of Regina's restraint to stop herself from bending Emma over the marble countertop there and then.

"Tallahassee."

"Good girl. When will you use it?" Regina doesn't miss the way that Emma flushes pink at the praise.

"If I want you to stop." It's a mere whisper, but it's clear as day to Regina. Dark eyes grow stern again, hands leaving Emma's hips.

"I think it is time for you to say goodnight to our guests," Regina says in a no nonsense tone of voice. It's not a request and she grins at how quickly Emma rushes to do as she's told. A salacious grin shows even, white teeth, dark eyes glinting. A glint that doesn't disappear even as she finishes entertaining their guests, despite how little time she has for the fellow partners of her law firm.

An hour passes agonisingly slowly for Regina but, she imagines, much more slowly for Emma. It's hard not to rush their guests out the front door, but Regina reminds herself that it will be worth the wait. She also knows that the wait will be driving Emma crazy...perhaps she should drag this evening out even more.

Regina is almost disappointed when she pushes the door closed behind her fellow partners, and their simpering wives, and leans against it. She can hear movement from upstairs, knowing Emma has been waiting for them to leave to begin her preparations. Regina isn't going to join her just yet, though. Part of the punishment is waiting.

Her heels click loudly throughout the penthouse apartment, Regina making her way into the kitchen. She perches herself on a stool at the centre island, sipping at her leftover wine. A sigh leaves her, a short burst through her nose, as she thinks about Emma's recent misbehaviour.

Her girl always comes up with a way to shoe her desire for attention. Coming home late, harbouring a bad attitude, or even as simple as repeatedly poking Regina in the ribs until she receives the reaction she seeks. It's something Regina always found amusing, and she doesn't think she will ever bore of her girl's creativity. Or attitude.

Attitude that will most likely be reappearing again, Regina thinks. Impatience and burning desire mixing together, ensuring Emma is more than ready for her when Regina decides to give in and make her way to their bedroom. It's intoxicating...powerful.

A shiver runs down Regina's spine and she throws back the rest of her wine, grimacing slightly before allowing a smirk to settle on her full lips. It's time.

...

Emma sighs, allowing her head to fall forward and lightly thump against the wall. This is what always happens when she pushes Regina too far, she's made to wait for punishment and, whilst it is always worthwhile, the anticipation is killing her. Her pulse races, more like a vibration than a beat, and the aching between her legs grows with each passing moment. It feels like forever since Emma heard Regina show their guests out, and she just knows the woman is enjoying taking her time.

"You must spend half your life in that corner, Miss Swan."

Emma's breath catches in her throat. She hadn't heard Regina leave the kitchen and she realises the devious woman must have discarded heels just to disguise her short journey to the bedroom. She doesn't reply, nor does she turn around. She knows better. Green eyes stare at the empty corner in front of her, Emma willing herself to stay as still as she possibly can. Even when she feels Regina's finger lightly trail down her spine.

"I must say, I did rather enjoy your attempts to anger me during dinner," Regina says, causing Emma to shudder at the sound of the gravelly voice so close to her ear."You wanted my attention? Well, my dear, you have it." Emma gasps as Regina suddenly spins her around, pinning her back against the wall. "Who do you belong to?"

"You. I belong to you."

Perfect teeth nip at a pale jaw, eliciting a soft whimper that causes Regina's eyes to darken. Her hands whisper across Emma's stomach, a sudden yank sending the buttons of Emma's flannel flying across the room. Pale abs constrict beneath fingernails that lightly scratch the skin, desire filling her entire being.

"That's right, Miss Swan. You are mine."

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