Author's Note: This is a snippet that I wanted to share with everyone for your own enjoyment, but I'd like to call out that while it's a BDSM scene, it doesn't cover the safety and aftercare aspect of BDSM. Please be advised that Emma and Regina are already in an established BDSM relationship at this point in the story and keep that in mind while reading. Enjoy :)

"Regina, would you slow down and tell me what the hell is going on?" An exasperated Emma groaned as the older brunette nearly dragged her by the arm into the extravagant mansion on Mifflin Street.

Regina ignored Emma's persistent questioning and kicked the front door shut with the long stem of her stiletto heel.

"Re –" Emma began again, but Regina cut her off.

"Please stop talking, Miss Swan."

"Miss Swan?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow. "Aren't we beyond the nicknames, Your Majesty?" Emma teased, still uncertain why Regina quite literally dragged her away from the town's Halloween party at Granny's and ordered her to follow her back to her house without uttering a single goodbye to anyone in attendance.

"You showed up at the party wearing that, and you thought I'd be able to keep my hands to myself all night?"

Emma swallowed hard and blinked rapidly, suddenly feeling a familiar heat tumble through her body that she only experienced when Regina was around.

She looked down at her costume and realized Regina's gaze was burning into her body as her lips parted, taking in the sight of Emma's version of Sandy from Grease.

She pulled off the look well — clad in black leather pants, an off-the-shoulder black crop top that fit her like a second skin and showed off the definition of her toned abdomen and allowed a sliver of pale skin to peek through at the bottom hem, and a chunky black belt that hugged her waist. She even wore red pumps and red lipstick, and her black leather jacket was draped over her shoulders.

"I - uh - It's Halloween…" Emma stuttered, suddenly realizing how warm it was in the foyer of Regina's home and she shrugged the leather jacket further off her shoulders. "You're in a costume as well," Emma said flatly, stating the obvious. "Hell, you're dressed as the devil herself!" Emma looked down, taking in the sight of Regina's red corset and the sky-high red stilettos she was wearing that made Emma's palms sweaty.

"Didn't I tell you to stop talking?" Regina uttered, her gaze still roaming Emma's body in a way that made Emma shiver and her head feel dizzy, despite the heat coursing through her body. "Like I said, I just couldn't keep my hands to myself."

Emma rubbed the back of her neck and Regina couldn't help but let out a deep laugh at Emma's confusion and impending panic unfolding before her.

"I – I don't understand… you like my costume so much that you wanted to bring me here? For – for what?"

"Let me make myself clear since you seem to have a difficult time understanding," Regina began in, her impatient tone deep yet husky, which wasn't doing anything to help calm Emma's panic.

When Regina took two steps closer to close the small gap between them, Emma's lips parted, and she bit her lip instinctively to slow her rapid breathing. The brunette reached out and toyed with Emma's long blonde curls and suddenly, Emma was hypersensitive to the sensation tugging at her scalp.

Regina rested her hand on Emma's shoulder then brushed back Emma's long hair. She leaned in, so close that her mouth was hovering inches away from Emma's ear and the blonde could feel the warm breath on her exposed skin. She finished her sentence, repeating the same words as before, ensuring she spoke slowly and put emphasis on each and every syllable. "I could not keep my hands to myself."

They locked eyes and Emma swallowed again when she realized Regina's eyes looked darker than usual, but Emma didn't dare to look away.

When Regina finally reached one hand out and skimmed her fingertip along Emma's sharp jawline, Emma gasped and felt her knees buckle from the slight touch. Their eyes still burned into each other's and when Regina's fingers reached the base of Emma's neck, she held Emma steady as their lips collided and Emma let out a moan she didn't realized she had been suppressing.

Neither woman dared to protest as Emma parted her lips and granted Regina's tongue permission to deepen the kiss. Emma's aching need for Regina's touch was evident as all her inhibitions went out the window.

Regina backed Emma up against the wall until she hit it with a thud and her hands fell to Emma's hipbones, sending another wave of heat down to Emma's core. As Regina took her time moving her tongue over Emma's, the featherlight touch of her fingertips moved in tandem, exploring Emma's hips and abdomen.

"Do you understand me now?" Regina dared to ask as she broke the kiss but kept her mouth dangerously close to Emma's. Emma simply nodded, and Regina smirked at the smudged red lipstick around her mouth and her shallow breathing.

"Good. Now, since it's Halloween, I have a little treat for you," Regina began as she walked toward the living room and Emma followed briskly. "Think you can handle it, Miss Swan?"

Emma's green eyes sparkled as she whispered, "Yes, I can handle it."

But Emma soon regretted answering so quickly without asking questions because Regina only laughed deeply in response, turning Emma's already-panicky state into an even deeper frenzy.

Regina pushed Emma backward onto the sofa and she didn't dare to look away as Regina straddled her in her red corset that resembled lingerie. As the brunette's mouth skimmed against her sensitive neck, Emma realized Regina was pushing the leather jacket fully off her shoulders and she rolled her shoulders back to allow the weight of the jacket to fall off her and onto the couch behind her.

The sensation of Regina grinding her hips against Emma's center in excruciatingly slow circles was overwhelming enough for Emma, but what made it even more torturous was the heat she could feel emanating from Regina's center as her leather pants offered such a thin barrier.

"Fuck, Regina. I can feel how wet you are," Emma groaned.

Regina pressed harder against Emma's pelvis and leaned forward, brushing the long blonde hair out over one shoulder before whispering in her ear, "It's all for you."

The sound of Regina's raspy whispers and the feel of her warm breath against Emma's neck snapped her body into overload and before she knew it, she was reaching behind Regina to unlace the tightly-wound corset that ran up the brunette's spine.

"Leave it," Regina commanded, tugging Emma's skin-tight top over her head and tossing it to the floor.

As their mouths collided together again, Emma felt Regina beginning to unbuckle her leather belt before she slipped it off from around her waist and grabbed her wrists, pulling them together in front of her in her lap.

"This is what happens when you try to do anything without permission," Regina explained quickly as she began to wrap Emma's belt around her wrists then fastened the clasp to bind them together with ease.

Despite the groan that escaped Emma's lips, she was eager to make Regina happy and something bubbled inside her that she never experienced before. She knew right then and there that Regina had her wrapped around her finger, with her willingly abiding by anything the brunette told her to do, and she was certain Regina knew it, too.

Regina gracefully swung one long leg over to climb off Emma and looped her fingers through the belt loops of the leather pants. "Stand up," she ordered, although she was already tugging at the belt loops to yank her up, not giving Emma any room for objection.

With the belt removed, Regina slipped her hand inside Emma's leather pants with ease. "No panties?" She asked, phrasing it as a statement rather than a question.

Emma stuttered as she opened her mouth to answer, "The pants were too tight," she began to explain. "They'd show a panty - ahh!"

Regina dragged one delicate finger through Emma's folds, smirking in delight at how ready Emma was for her, and Emma couldn't contain her yelp as Regina repeated the action one more time.

"I knew you'd already be soaking wet for me. You're such an eager little whore, aren't you?"

Emma's loud gasp and her loss for words earned an amused eyebrow raise from Regina before she dragged her fingers up and down the length of her cunt once more before quickly pulling her hand away.

"No, don't stop," Emma said with a loud groan.

"Do not groan at me, Miss Swan. I'll fuck you when I've decided you deserve to be fucked. Understood?"

As soon as Emma instinctively rolled her eyes at Regina's commanding nature, she immediately regretted it.

Regina's hands gripped Emma's jaw tightly, startling Emma to lock eyes with her. "Do not ever roll your eyes at me again, are we clear?"

Despite the initial urge to roll her eyes once more, something inside her told her not to push it. Instead, Emma nodded slowly.

"I said, did I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Regina."

"Glad to see you can use your words. Now, call me Madam Mayor."

"Yes, Madam Mayor."

"Good girl," Regina smirked as she yanked Emma toward her once more and cupped her hand over her pussy again through the leather pants that were now hot and sticky against Emma's aching cunt.

When Regina pulled away once again, Emma couldn't help but groan again. "Fuck, Regina. Please."

"What did I say, Miss Swan?"

"Sorry… Madam Mayor."

"I told you I'd fuck you when I've decided you have earned it. And if you can't follow simple instructions, we can just end this all right now and you can go home."

"No!" Emma cried. "Please, I'm sorry. I'll be good!"

Instead of verbally praising her, Regina simply leaned in and captured Emma's lips with her own once more, placing a soft lingering kiss on her plush lips.

Emma was captivated with the way Regina's mouth felt against hers. It wasn't just any other kiss. No. Regina's lips were hypnotizing. She started slow, drawing Emma in deeper with methodical patience that made the blonde tremble for more. Like she was giving her a little taste before devouring her mouth completely.

And when she finally did, Regina took Emma's bottom lip between her teeth, biting down and pulling back a bit and Emma couldn't help but moan against her mouth.

All Emma wanted to do was reach up and pull Regina in for more, but her hands were still bound in front of her. After the second moan escaped Emma's throat, Regina pulled away quickly.

"Fuck you!" Emma screamed in frustration, quickly regretting the way she snapped because the cursing barely did anything to conciliate the growing ache in her core that was overwhelming all her senses.

The look that washed over Regina's face made Emma's heart race and she knew she should brace herself for what would happen next.

"Excuse me? What did you just say to me?" Regina asked, but Emma didn't dare to open her mouth and answer.

"Get on your knees. Now." Regina commanded before shoving Emma down to the ground. Emma nearly stumbled over, unable to use her hands to catch herself.

When Emma looked up, Regina's eyes were dark again and wide with fury as she gritted her teeth. Emma swallowed the hard lump in her throat as Regina walked directly above her and leaned forward to untie the belt around her wrists.

Emma barely had time to wiggle her fingers once her wrists were free before Regina walked behind her and tugged her hair back hard until her neck was on full display and she was looking directly up at Regina, dressed in just the corset and stilettos.

Regina looped the belt once around Emma's neck and bit her bottom lip as she fastened it and held the end of the belt out like a leash.

"I'm going to have to make it a little clearer who is in charge around here, aren't I? This should do the trick. With you on your knees like the whore that you are, and you on my leash to keep you from acting out again since you can't seem to keep that filthy fucking mouth of yours shut."

Emma didn't say anything, she just kept her eyes locked on Regina's body and realized that all she wanted to do was rip that corset off her body and hear the woman moan for her.

"Emma," Regina whispered, her voice suddenly gentler than before. "Is this okay?"

When Emma nodded eagerly, it was all the confirmation Regina needed to continue.

"Great. Because this is part one of your treat for the night. You told me on the sofa that you could feel how aroused I was. Now, I want you to taste it."

Emma's lips curled up into a wicked grin as she realized she'd finally get the chance to taste the forbidden fruit she'd been craving for so long.

"But since you were disobedient before, you'll have to be patient."

Emma knew better than to groan at this, but instead she pouted slightly, causing Regina to laugh in a mocking manner.

"Don't worry, Miss Swan. I just want to put on a show for you first. Now sit back on your feet and be a good girl for me."

Regina dropped the end of the belt and Emma did as she was told, rocking back to sit on her feet and she wiggled a bit to try and adjust to the feel of the soaked leather against her cunt.

"Madam Mayor," Emma murmured. "May I ask for something?"

"You may ask. Doesn't mean I'll say yes."

"Understood," Emma nodded. "Do you think you could take off my pants for me? Or let me do it? Please. The leather is making me uncomfortable and I want to be naked for you."

Emma knew she had phrased her question properly when she saw Regina's smile form and her eyes light up. "I'd be happy to take those off for you," she confirmed as she pulled Emma up to her feet and quickly tugged the leather pants down over her hips and slid them off, one leg at a time.

It seemed like everything Regina did was careful and done with great attention, because even such a simple task like discarding Emma's clothing was precise and made Emma even more aroused as she got back down onto the ground in the position Regina instructed her to get into moments ago.

"Thank you, Madam Mayor."

Regina didn't bother to respond, though. Instead, she nodded once in Emma's direction before her hands began to wander, slowly raking her fingers up and down her inner thighs and Emma grew anxious for what Regina had in store for her tonight.

Once Regina's back was facing Emma and the intricate laced-up backing that held up Regina's outfit was on display, the brunette slowly reached behind her and unlaced it so slowly that Emma thought she might faint, but she didn't dare to look away.

When the corset was fully unlaced, Regina twirled around slowly and let the garment fall to the floor so that she was standing on full display for Emma to take in the sight of every inch of her naked curves. She kept her red heels on and bit her bottom lip playfully as she combed her dark hair back behind her ears.

All Emma wanted to do was reach out and touch every curve, feel every inch of her velvet skin, but she knew she had to be patient.

Instead, she writhed uncomfortably in her spot on the carpeted floor as she felt her arousal dripping down her thighs. Regina had one hand tracing light circles around her own perky nipple and the other hand making its way down toward her center. When Regina's hand finally grazed over her sensitive clit, both women let out a moan of approval.

Emma watched as Regina slipped one long finger deep inside herself and her eyes fluttered in response. She pulled it out promptly and began to bring it to her parted lips to taste herself.

"Mmm, I bet you are eager to have a taste for yourself?" She asked as she finished licking her finger clean.

"Yes, please. I want to taste you."

Regina slid one finger inside her pussy once more and pulled it out with control. The glistening coat of arousal on her finger caught Emma's eye and she licked her suddenly dry lips.

"Have a taste," Regina commanded, tracing the outline of Emma's lips with the drenched finger and Emma quickly licked them for her small sample of the flavor.

"You taste so good, Madam Mayor," Emma moaned, licking her lips once more in hope of experiencing the taste again.

Regina smiled and leaned forward to grab onto the end of the belt, tugging it toward her like a leash. Emma jerked forward, stumbling to remain on her knees. Regina took another step closer until her glistening cunt was an inch away from Emma's face and Emma could smell her and couldn't help but lick her lips.

"Don't touch, Miss Swan. Mouth only. You have my permission to taste me."

Regina went to take a step forward to close the gap, but Emma already managed to shift forward despite the compromising position.

When Emma's lips and tongue melted between Regina's folds and flicked over her eager clit, Regina threw her head back and gripped the belt in one hand while the other hand wandered down to the back of Emma's head and laced her fingers through Emma's curls.

Emma's mouth trailed down to her inner thighs, teasing around her cunt for a moment and Regina snapped her head down at Emma.

"Did I tell you to tease me? No, I said to taste me. Do not keep me waiting." She tugged hard on the leash to remind Emma who was in charge and Emma groaned but plummeted her mouth back into Regina's core before the woman could punish her for groaning.

"Good girl," Regina breathily whispered between her deep moans. "You have permission to use your hands now if you wish."

Emma took advantage of this offer before Regina changed her mind, quickly gliding two fingers inside of Regina's warm, soaked pussy and the sounds that escaped Regina's lips only encouraged Emma to continue.

She dared to add a third finger as Regina's breathing quickened and her legs began to quiver slightly. Her tongue was circling Regina's pulsing clit with precision and she looked up to take in the sight of Regina – her head tilted back, one hand toying with her own nipple as the other hand rested on Emma's shoulder to keep herself steady as she began to come undone.

"Mmm, don't stop." Regina commanded, even though Emma would never dare to pull away from such a delicious sensation. "I'm coming."

Regina gripped Emma's head, as if she were worried the blonde would pull away too soon, but Emma continued fucking her like this until Regina let out another loud moan and her legs threatened to give out. Emma knew she would never stop if it were up to her, and she'd wait for Regina to tell her to.

Regina's rapid breath finally began to slow after a few moments and she stepped back to escape Emma's determined mouth.

After exhaling one long breath of bliss, she looked down at Emma.

"What a good girl you are, obeying my orders and making me feel so good. Stand up." She tugged at the leash but suddenly frowned.

"What - what's wrong?" Emma asked through a cracked voice.

"You've made quite a mess of my carpet, Miss Swan. It's all wet now. You know I strive for order in this household and I didn't give you permission to make such a mess."

Emma gulped. "I'm - I'm sorry, Madam Mayor. I couldn't help myself, it's your fault."

That was the wrong thing to say, and Emma realized quickly.

"Oh, this is my fault? Care to change your answer?"

"I just meant that I was so turned on because of you."

"I know what you meant, you stupid girl."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to!" The panic in Emma's tone was evident as her voice threatened to disappear completely in that moment.

"If you didn't just do such a good job of making me feel good, I would've spanked you for this. A few strikes to each ass cheek would've sufficed," Regina declared.

Instead of the fear she intended to strike in Emma, she recognized a gleam of excitement instead.

"Oh, you filthy whore. You think you'd enjoy that, don't you?"

"Yes. I - I think. I might. I'm not sure."

Regina tugged her over to the sofa quickly. "Lay across my thighs and stick your ass up in the air."

As Emma did as she was told and assumed the position, she began to wonder if she'd soon regret her confession to liking the idea of this.

"Don't worry, Miss Swan. I don't intend to hurt you. Not yet. I just want to properly show you that this is meant to serve as a punishment and not a reward like you seem to believe it will be."

Emma nodded and opened her mouth to say something but instead found herself ill-prepared for Regina's firm hand to come swinging down and she squirmed at the impact before letting out a soft moan.

Regina used her right hand to hold Emma steady as she brought her left hand down again, this time on the opposite ass cheek, not using much force yet and keeping it enjoyable.

"How does that feel?" Regina asked.

"Mmm," Emma moaned. "It's good."

"On a scale from 1 to 10, how much pain would you say you're in right now?"

Emma didn't hesitate at all. "Maybe a 2?"

Regina swung her palm down harder this time, knowing this time it would sting. Emma hissed a bit but still let out a slight moan. "Number?"

"Four."

"Good girl. Now, if I were to take it up to, say, an 8 or a 9, or to take that belt off from around your neck and use that on your raw skin, do you see how that would be a punishment?" She asked as she unbuckled the belt around Emma's neck and let it fall to the ground.

"Yes, Madam Mayor."

"Please do not act out just to see what it feels like. I don't have patience for brats. Am I making myself clear?"

Emma nodded quickly, and Regina's palm came down hard and Emma winced. "Use your words."

"Yes. You are making yourself clear. I understand."

"Wonderful. Now would you like to know what part two of your treat is, Miss Swan? It's waiting for you upstairs in my bedroom."

"Yes. Will you tell me what it is?"

"I plan to fuck you so thoroughly that you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow."

Emma swallowed, and her breath caught in her throat. Regina helped Emma up off her lap and without hesitation, she had her fingers interlaced with Emma's as she led her up the stairs and toward the bedroom.