Note: Hello, everyone! I'm very excited about this fic, but as I have never been in a d/s relationship, am wary about misrepresenting the dynamic-although I do recognize that this fic is mostly fantasy, hence how they were able to get into this relationship so quickly. For anyone who is wondering, this fic is EXTREMELY consent-heavy. There is no dubcon or noncon. If Regina seems to at any point ignore Killian's reluctance, it's because he is still acting within their pre-agreed guidelines for play. They will have safeword, etc. Everything that Regina and Killian do will be in accordance with their personal limits. If you think that I am writing something incorrectly, or that I've written something problematic, please let me know. There are no trigger warnings for this chapter. I referenced a pre-made d/s contract for Regina/Killian's agreement. It can be found by googling "BDSM Contract".
Chapter ManagementI, Killian Jones, willingly by my own hand, request of Regina Mills that she accept my submission to her and take me into her care and guidance. The satisfaction of her every want, desire, and whim is even with my aspiration to please her. I offer her the use of my time, talents, and abilities.
I ask with nothing but humility, that as my unyielding queen, she accept the keeping of my body for the fulfillment of our mutual needs. To achieve this, she may have unfettered use of my body at any time, in any place, in front of anyone; to keep or give away as she will determine.
I request of Regina, as my Queen and my keeper, that she use the power I am giving her to guide us both in mutual growth and understanding as our relationship (as explained in this document) progresses.
In return, I agree:
To obey her commands to the best of my ability.
To overcome feelings of guilt or shame, and all inhibitions those interfere with my capability to serve her.
To reveal my thoughts, feelings, and desires without hesitation or embarrassment when given permission.
To inform her of my wants and perceived needs, recognizing that she is the sole judge of whether or how these shall be satisfied.
To work with her to become a happy and self-fulfilled individual.
To work against negative aspects of my ego and my insecurities that would interfere with advancement of these aims.
My surrender is done with the knowledge that neither of us will come to any real harm, emotionally or physically, as a result of it.
Should either of us experience a change of heart, or for any other reason wish to cancel this agreement, either may do so by verbal notification to the other, in keeping with the consensual nature of the relationship.
We both understand that cancellation is an end of the control stated and implied within this agreement, and we are under no obligation to continue a relationship as friends or lovers.
Specific conditions, including safe-words, limits, and regular punishments will be decided on a bi-weekly basis using a separate document based on mutual agreement, personal comfort, and our individual schedules.
We both promise to break each other's trust and expose the nature of our agreement unless permission has been given. We also promise not to let the nature of our agreement affect our lives outside of it, so that we may continue to live our lives as we wish when not at play.
This contract has a life of one year. At its expiration a new contract may be created and signed.
I offer my consent as submission to Regina Mills under the terms stated above.
Killian Jones
7/9/14
I offer my acceptance of Killian Jones' submission under the terms stated above.
Regina Mills
7/9/14
"Will this do, Your Majesty?" His voice comes out in a snarl. His face is red. This is the sixth time that she's had him re-write the damn thing. It was humiliating enough to write it once. Of course, that's part of the point.
He can't pretend that writing the contract didn't make him hard.
"I suppose." Regina sighs, looking down her nose at the paper and moving her hand across the bottom of the page with a flourish. "I'm sure you did your best, dear." She looks up at him and her eyes are dangerous. "Now sign it."
For a moment he almost hesitates, because this is going to change more than just the nature of their relationship: it's going to change the course of his life for the next year. Unless one of them decides to dissolve the contract. Neither of them are the type to back down, but it could happen.
With a final scowl, he takes the offered pen and scrawls his name.
"Wonderful." She takes the contract, tucks it into a manila folder, and slips it into her desk. There's nothing magical about the contract, but that doesn't mean it's not binding. "Congratulations, Mr. Jones, your we begin today."
On the ride home, he slouches against the window and thinks about how this started. It had been about a month ago. After his last advance towards Ms. Swan, which had apparently been especially misogynistic, Regina had been furious to the point of hitting him.
It hadn't been enough to do any real damage, but it had fucking hurt.
He'd been wearing nothing but cotton pajama pants at the time (she'd stormed onto his ship, where he lived) and his arousal had been impossible to hide. Something about the absolute disdain she'd had for him in that moment, and the things that she was saying, ("You mean nothing, do you understand me? Nothing.") had amounted to the the hottest moment of his life.
Ten minutes later, he was working himself to an embarrassingly quick orgasm while she told him just how little he meant to her. She hadn't undressed, but it had evidently been a satisfying enough experience of the mayor that she'd come back the next day.
Their new relationship—whatever it was—had progressed surprisingly quickly. Killian wasn't sure how Regina knew exactly what he wanted without ever asking him (he wouldn't have been able to tell her, out loud anyway) but in less than a month Killian was scrubbing down her kitchen floor while she did paperwork and occasionally made a comment about how he was out of shape.
He'd always known that he liked to have a woman in charge, but until Regina he hadn't developed a real understanding of how deeply that part of him ran. She hadn't even touched him, yet even the right look from the queen was enough for an orgasm more satisfying than being inside any of the bar wenches he'd met on his travels.
She'd been the one to suggest a contract. At the time, she'd been getting out of the shower while he waited, patiently and clothed, with her towel and robe.
"I'm quite enjoying this arrangement." She mentioned, holding out her arms and letting him to dress her. He wasn't allowed to look, and kept his gaze trained on the shower curtain, his jaw set. "Would you like to make it official?"
"Excuse me?" He replied, cocking an eyebrow and stealing a glance at her face.
"No peeking." Regina said sharply, giving his ass a pinch as she tied her robe. "As I was saying—in this world, what you're doing for me is not uncommon." She smirked. "And in our world, this is nothing short of what a queen deserves."
Pausing, she turned and looked him up and down.
"You're currently unemployed, are you not?"
"I get by." He wasn't making money. That was true. Piracy wasn't all that possible in Storybrooke.
"Well, I have plenty." She reached out and let her knuckles trail down his face. "And I'd be more than happy to provide for you, if you enter into my service."
"I'm no one's servant." He said immediately and defensively, jerking his head away from her touch. What he'd been doing for Regina over the past few weeks was equally the most humiliating and satisfying experience of his life. But that didn't make him her servant.
"Oh no, dear. That's not what I'm asking of you." She laughed and placed her hands on his chest. "I would provide for you as a part of my household. You would be under my protection, in a sense. That's more than I would give to any handmaiden—and you'd have a place to stay that wasn't that god-awful boat of yours."
He tensed. No one could talk shit about his ship.
"I could buy you so many nice things," She continued. "…and you've looked so worn down lately." He tried to object, but she put a finger to his lips to silence him. "Wouldn't a change of pace be nice?"
Her face was incredibly close, but he knew better than to try and kiss her.
"Why not take a break from being a pirate, and let me spoil you like a prince? After all, I'm not asking for anything in return that you're opposed to giving. But would it be the worst thing—to be mine for awhile?"
She gave his crotch a hearty squeeze, and he could no longer keep his arousal a secret.
"Fuck…" He breathed out, turning his face away because he simply couldn't look at her any longer without embarrassing himself all over his jeans.
They'd retired to the living room after that, and Regina had clearly and concisely explained what would happen if he agreed to her proposal. She had been completely professional, but it had still been enough to make him squirm in his seat.
In the days that followed, they had several conversations about what this would mean for the both of them. She wasn't willing to start negotiations until he was educated properly on the kind of deal that she wanted to make, and how his life would change if he agreed to her offer.
Killian couldn't believe what he was going to agree to—what he wanted to agree to. His new urges to please Regina were unlike anything he'd ever experienced. They went beyond his sexuality. Receiving praise, and punishment, from her was emotionally satisfying to a point that he hadn't known existed within him.
Now, just over a month after the encounter than began their new relationship, the contract is signed and they're on the way home. Regina had been very clear in saying that as long as he was in her service, he could call her house his home, even if he would only be staying there when Henry wasn't living with her.
"We'll go over our first bi-weekly schedule tomorrow. We've done enough paperwork for today, wouldn't you agree, dear?" She asks as they pull into the drive.
"So what are we going to do tonight?" He asks.
"I have a list of chores for you." She explains, unlocking the door and letting him in. "And if you behave, we will go out to dinner to celebrate the beginning of what, I can only hope, will be a very satisfying year."