So am taking a turn towards the darkness and writing something a bit different and in my opinion hideous but it got inside my head and wouldn't leave. All I will say is Regina (and the SQ community) I am so sorry.

There were times Regina hated herself more than others. Today was one of those times. Whatever had possessed her to allow Rumpelstiltskin to put his "please" caveat in the contract?

She knew though, she had been blinded by rage. Her thirst for vengeance had over ridden any sense she had left at that point and now she was suffering for her lack of forethought and judgement. This wasn't the first time she had been undone by her own impatience or her own stupidity. Mother had never been impressed with her, and maybe this was why. Somehow, Regina always managed to do the wrong thing, it was like she was wired to self-destruct. And every single time, she didn't seem to learn, fated to keep repeating mistake after mistake. She was tired of it, tired of fighting.

And the bloody little man opposite her seemed to have picked up on her resignation, her drop in motivation. Her slump that had begun when her son started to turn away from her, and now she was left clutching at straws. A dead Sheriff and lover, a missing friend (who could be dead but Regina didn't really know what had happened to Katherine except she had disappeared) and a town that was unravelling round her. It was draining her and here he was to capitalise on her exhaustion.

She raised her eyes wearily. Gold stood in front of her desk with his smug self-satisfied smile. Only he wasn't going to be self-satisfied, no. The vile little man had just propositioned her and tagged that blasted word on the end, meaning it would be her body that was to satisfying him.

She wondered what would happen if she refused him. Would her curse instantly break? Would this be the thing that nullified all of her efforts as Queen? The interfering new Sheriff was causing her enough problems, her curse was showing strained signs of weakening. Could she really take this kind of chance and refuse the Imp?

She had enjoyed taking Belle from him, it had been some kind of payback in their twisted back and forth. Now though, gods she wished the poor innocent brunette was here to satisfy the pawn shop owner's desires. Could she release the brunette beauty? Could she offer that as a deal, an exchange? She grit her teeth, Belle was a bargaining chip, she was a symbol of her victory over Rumpelstiltskin. She didn't want to let her go so easily. And it wasn't like she was a stranger to this kind of dubiously consensual sex. Her whole marriage had been like it, so she was well aware of her capabilities to lay back and disengage, painting on a false smile while her mind wandered away from the physical sensation of this twisted abuse her body was being put through.

And she didn't want to risk her curse for this either. That was another symbol of her victory, it had cost her Father his life, and she wouldn't let that sacrifice be in vain. She couldn't throw away her curse, it was all she had left. And Gold was smiling at her, thinking he was taking her pride, but really, after the last few months, she had none left.

She had begged Emma Swan in recent days, to save her son when at the mines, and her eyes had shown every vulnerability during the fire at Town Hall. She had begged Henry over any number of things, trying to get him to engage with her, to love her like he used to. She had even tried to be more open and honest with Graham before his death, just to keep him by her side and not the blonde's.

So her pride had taken a pretty heft beating since the blonde woman had arrived, this, well she hated to admit it, but this would just be another thing to add to her growing list of things she hated herself for. But she knew hate and how to live with it. She knew how to befriend it and embrace it, so she internally sighed in resignation. She would do this.

She ran her eyes over the shadowy man before her, he looked human but deep down Regina knew the Evil and darkness still lurked. She wondered if that was surfacing, what he was beginning to remember and why had he picked now to start playing games with her and pose his sick little question. Why had the devious little imp chosen now to show a sexual interest in her? He'd never tell of course, but Regina saw a dark gleam in his eye that had never been there when he was just Gold. Something about the way he looked these days was more Rumpelstiltskin, more manipulative and calculating than the pawn shop owner and business man ever was. He walked more confidently even with the cane, his smile was more feral, and she swore out of the corner of her eye she caught a golden glimmer of skin that disappeared when she looked at him straight on.

If he was remembering, if he was craving power as his Dark One side always did, then what better way than to dominate the Mayor and former Queen? She suspected that was it, although she had always harboured a sneaking suspicion that he wanted her as much more than a student when he had been teaching her magic at the very beginning. It was in the way he invaded her space, his whispered commands in her ear. The way he allowed his hands to linger on her hips when correcting her stance for spell casting or just the way his beady eyes would roam her cleavage. But then everyone eyed her cleavage, it wasn't like she hid her bosom away in her Evil Queen corsets.

Rumpelstiltskin was a magical being and sated his desires with power, getting off on manipulation and inflicting suffering. His appetite for darkness and control eclipsing his sexual appetite. Ultimately Gold was a man, one who didn't have the magic inside him or the absolute thrilling power as a distraction, instead he probably felt an emptiness that Regina had felt herself when she first arrived in this land. Gold wanted to fill the void with suffering and anguish, hers would suit him nicely. It appeared Gold couldn't deny his human instincts, he had power, he was greedy, and it appeared he was lustful too and in his sexual cravings he wanted her. Grudgingly she knew she would concede this, it was losing a battle to ultimately win the war. She was skilled in tactics of warfare and knew casualties were common, she just never expected one of them to be herself.

"This only happens the once." She told him, trying to sound authoritative and like the Mayor, displaying her rage rather than her fear that he might not agree her terms. She even hid her repulsion behind a painted smile, her careful words forced out from her clenched jaw.

"Once should serve my purposes." Gold nodded his agreement, "Although you might enjoy the experience." He leered at her and she stopped herself from flinching.

"I doubt it." She ignored the way her stomach churned and wanted to vomit bile up all over her expensive carpet.

"I want your word, Gold." She refused to kneel to him without it. He was going to humiliate her, dominate her, force an intimacy she didn't want, but he would only do it the once.

"Yes, Your Majesty." His tone was slippery, sibilant and she knew for certain now that this was definitely not the money hungry pawn broker. This was the Imp, but he felt impotent without magic. He was going to prove in the basest form that he wasn't impotent. And she saw his rage simmering. She had cast the curse and taken his magic and power. He was blaming her. Well he could get in the queue, blame floated around Regina like her own personal cloud. And, she thought, it was a touch hypocritical of him, it was his curse to begin with, his own words and darkness that had done this. But none of that would be vocalised, she would do as he commanded, for the good of her curse.

He undid the fastening on his pants, lowering the zipper and letting the fabric fall to the floor, bunching around his ankles. Then he dropped his undergarments too and she could see he was already beginning to grow and stand erect as his cock poked out from his shirt tails. He wasn't small, she had always wondered if his obsession with power was to hide some short fall. It wasn't in the size of his manhood that looked after her quick inspection to be about 6 inches in length and an inch in width. That was fine, (in as far as any of this arrangement was fine anyway) she could work with that.

As she sunk to her knees and watched Gold pump his fist around his semi-hard penis, bringing it to full stiffness she thought about how familiar this position was to her. Her "loving" former husband had soon given up with copulating with her in the missionary position. Looking down at her face had been a step too far for him, so he either took her from behind, his big, slab like hands gripping her hips so hard he left bruises, or more often, it was like this. Regina kneeling before him, her head bowed as he thrust into her mouth and imagined the brunette hair fisted in his hand was that of his dead wife.

But they had only got to that point after he had spent months berating her about her lack of experience, belittling her efforts in the bed chamber, labelling she sub-par because she just lay there not knowing what to do to satisfy him or actively participate.

It had taken sometime for her to understand. This wasn't making love, she was wife to The King, little more than his possession. And as such, she didn't matter in their sexual exchanges. That was when things finally clicked into place for her, her role in all of this was to please him, to massage his ego, to make him to think he was a masterful lover. So for months after that she had been the dutiful wife, whimpering sensually under him and praising his efforts despite her pain. She had smiled and encouraged him, hiding her despair and biting back her tears. She learned early in her marriage that it was all about façade, saying and doing the right things, hiding her true self away. And in those early months she excelled so that despite finding her husband unappealing and the act of copulation repellent, The King would never have known from her face and body language. The proof was that he kept coming back, finishing inside her with a grunt before collapsing, spent.

But even that wasn't enough for the older man. Whether it was his grief or he was just a selfish and sadistic bastard, Regina soon found the criticism returning. Despite her efforts and her mask she had carefully crafted. That was when he stopped all and any pretence that this was about her pleasure, that this was making love. He changed tack, changing the positions so it was all about his pleasure, issuing commands to her and training her to pleasure him properly through his terse and unpleasant instruction where more often than not she ended up on her knees.

But the outcome was that Regina knew how to suck cock. Even when she wanted to gag. Even when she felt like biting the damn thing off, she knew how to relax her throat and take it deep. She knew how to apply pressure with her hands and tongue, to stimulate the head and swallow back the salty liquid that leaked from the tip. Finally how to tell when they were about to come and how to swallow that down without retching or rushing to the basin to heave it all back up again. Not much to show for her years of marriage, but she had learned to disconnect from the act due to her experience with Leopold and that was what she did now as Gold pushed passed her lips and she began to slid her lips down his shaft.

This was Emma Swan's fault, she quietly seethed, even as her hands stroked up the hideous little man's thighs and she stopped to cup his scrotum, massaging the balls and hearing the man above her take in a sharp inhale of pleasure from the contact. Had she never come here the curse wouldn't be weakening and the Imp wouldn't be remembering. And he wouldn't be trying to dominate her and make this about her being less powerful than him. As Gold the pawn dealer he didn't cross paths with Mayor Mills, he made his shady deals and she turned a blind eye and that suited them both fine. But this wasn't Gold and that was Emma Swan's fault - time had begun to crawl forward since her arrival and this was just another example of what the damnable woman's arrival had sparked to life.

Right now, he clearly remembered he was Rumpelstiltskin and she was The Queen, forcing her onto her knees, and into being subservient to him. And Regina sensed belittling and dominating the most powerful woman in town must really be exciting him because as Regina took the member deeper and then moved back up sucking hard before lashing her tongue over the tip while pumping what wasn't in her mouth with her hand she knew he was getting closer to a release. He wasn't moaning or being vocal, but he was thrusting his hips and humming every time she grazed his tip with the slightest hint of teeth. Yes, she had learned her lessons very well, just a smidging of doubt and risk that the threat of pain induced was a good aphrodisiac and Gold obviously agreed, his hand snaking into her hair. She knew that would be to hold her still when he reached his release, men were so predictable. She was glad he had grasped the back of her neck, and not under her chin. She refused to look up at him, to see the pleasure painted on his face, or his gleaming eyes dancing with victory. She had no intention of sharing his release with him like that.

As she closed her eyes and waited for him to swell in her mouth before spurting down her throat, she only had thoughts about the annoying blonde. She wondered what she could do to the Sheriff to bring her to her knees and embarrass her, make her feel the same way Regina felt now. This was the Sheriff's fault, so why should she not suffer too? Why should the blonde get away without being punished? That wasn't an option, Regina thought, Emma Swan was going to be humiliated. It was well pasted time Emma bore some more serious consequences for coming to Storybrooke, the brunette just wasn't sure how she would dominate her and force the younger woman's submission.

As she ran her tongue down the hard ridge of muscle on the underside of Gold's penis and then sucked back up, she applied pressure to that same area by running her thumb through the saliva left behind, tracing the ridge and stimulating the man further. She repeating the process several times, and she heard the man begin to make a guttural sound in his throat, a stifled moan that signalled to Regina that this wouldn't last much longer.

She was glad, the carpet of her office was thick, but her knees were still getting sore. Rather than think about hating herself any more than she already did she began the process of transferring that hatred to Emma Swan. Emma, the damned woman who stood toe to toe with her, arguing every small point, stealing her son's affection and taking up Regina's time and thoughts and diverting her attention from her job and her life.

Yet with the exception of today, the Sheriff had been the only person to get close to her and invade her body space uninvited. And Regina hadn't pushed her away, she had welcomed her in, sneering and smirking and belittling the younger woman.

Regina wondered why that was. She guessed it was because no-one else would dare to get in her personal space. And yet Emma did. She dared, her eyes sparking fire and her breath short and sweet as they engaged in heated arguments. It was almost like the blonde enjoyed being close to the brunette, in some twisted kind of way.

And Regina had to admit the challenge the blonde posed her was thrilling. Her heart beat faster when Emma squared up to her. She became flushed, her palms sweaty. It was akin to a sexual reaction. No, Regina refused to think that. It couldn't be, could it? The eyes locking, watching each other's lips as they spewed hatred and barbs at each other, scanning the other's body and sizing them up - it was just a threat assessment wasn't it?

It certainly wasn't a sexual reaction on her part, no matter how dissatisfying things had become with Graham at the end Regina was straight. Mother had drilled that into her from an early age. Deviance was unacceptable and a reason to mock in the very least, if not inflict magical punishment at worst. Queens didn't behave like that. It was only when she arrived in this world that she understood the irony of that particular statement.

But maybe Emma was interested in her? She had saved her from a burning building, coming back when she didn't have to. Maybe there was something there that Regina could exploit? Regina was a good manipulator, she began to wonder if she could get the blonde on her knees in exactly this position, licking Regina's pussy and pleasing her like she was being made to please Gold. Her thoughts had to stop for a minute because just then the horrible man gripped her hair more tightly and forced her head as far into his crotch as he could, a loud grunted groan coming from his mouth. She felt his hot and hard cock pulse, spurting his pleasure, his cum shooting to the back of her throat where she dutifully swallowed it down.

He withdrew limp and flaccid from her mouth without fanfare and reached down to collect his pants from around his ankles.

She didn't want to look at him from the floor so she turned away and used her hands to push herself upright. At least when she turned around she would be face to face with him. She cringed inside, she never wanted to set eyes on him again.

Thankfully as she was leaning on the desk trying to order her thoughts, emotions and trying not to taste his release on her tongue he made the remark, "Well Dearie, that was a surprisingly productive use of my time, but I must be going now."

She just ignored him, words stuck in her throat just as the tears were stuck behind her eyes. She refused to let go of her control, to acknowledge that she had been beaten or that it mattered to her. This was just another setback that she would find a way round. She needed to bury it and walk out of her office with her head held high.

She heard the click as the door shut behind him before she sunk back down to the floor and beat her fists into the floor. How had this become her life? Hanging on, living for her son who despised her and being unable to best the Swan woman? Well after today she had a different direction to pursue in regards to Emma. If she couldn't use authority to tame the blonde into doing her job correctly, or use logic to convince her to co-parent Henry properly, she might at least be able to use Emma's possible attraction to her.

She needed to test the theory out and see if there really was an attraction between them. But if there was, if Emma responded to her advances, then she could seduce the other woman and use that against her. Regina saw a way she could finally win one of their battles and have something solid to bargain with in their heated arguments and exchanges. As the brunette thought about the younger woman, Snow's daughter no less, the plan became even sweeter to her. Dominance and corruption, pain and humiliation not of her enemy, but of her enemy's child.

As she stood to go to the bathroom, to wash her hands and rinse her mouth, she knew it was pointless. She wouldn't be able to scrub in water hot enough to remove the shame or the feel of him finishing inside her. But she needed to relieve herself and the water would be cooling, refreshing her at least, and would clear her mouth and throat of any of the stringy white residue left behind. She sat and tried not to think of what she had just done, she began building her walls and distancing herself from the unpleasant act she had just engage in with Gold.

As she went to wipe herself she noticed the paper slide more easily than it should and instead of discarding it directly into the toilet bowl she brought it up to look at it. She already suspected what she would see, and it filled her with dread. Looking she could see the shimmer of her arousal and quickly wadded the paper and disgustedly threw the paper into the toilet and flushed it, washing away the evidence. She was left with 2 horrifying possibilities, either her body had turned traitor to her mind and enjoyed the experience with the Imp, or the thoughts of Emma Swan had led her to this state.

Both were her enemy, she hated both of them, but she was left hoping desperately that her body's reaction had been to the interfering blonde. And if it had been, then maybe she would find the role of seductress even easier. She shook herself. There was no attraction to Emma. The woman was deplorable, stealing her son, and upsetting order in her town. Therefore this plan made sense, it was to serve a purpose, to distract and dominate the blonde. The fact that it might also destroy Snow White and Prince Charming's view of a perfect daughter was a nice by product.

If Regina happened to get sexual satisfaction from it so be it, she needed a Graham replacement, and Emma Swan might just be up to the task. And anything had to be better than that hideous little man. She shivered at that thought and as she fought with herself and her immediate memory, she lost the battle and vomited up the contents of her stomach.

As she straightened up and drew in a shuddering breath she forcibly shoved the last hour from her mind. Instead her thoughts slowly turned towards visions where Emma was made to pay. With a smile curling the edges of her mouth the brunette thought about how pretty the younger woman would look on her knees. And she started to plot a way to make it happen.