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Hitting the Hamptons Chapter 4

Emma found herself unable to settle down. Looking at the clock, she realized it was earlier than originally thought. Apparently it got dark here earlier than California, making it seem much later than the actual time. Pouring herself another glass of wine was much needed… to help 'unwind', as Regina had put it earlier...She then threw herself back into the comfy couch and picked up the television remote. Something had to be on to keep her mind off the beautiful brunette that occupied the room just a few doors down the hall.

As Emma flipped through the channels she started in on a Lifetime Movie, but it just hit too close to home with the cheating partner, so that one got clicked away. Next...There were a plethora of cooking channels to choose from, and Emma settled on a newly advertised show entitled Food Porn. Yeah, this called out her name. This hipster-type chef travelled the USA in search of eateries that basically served, well... food porn. Everything was ridiculous and off the charts. She only hoped that this move didn't fuck her up as far as food tastes were concerned. L.A. had truly spoiled Emma. Two episodes in and just as many glasses of wine, the blonde thought it would be a good time to stretch her legs. Maybe go say hi to the woman in the kitchen and see if there was anything to eat or more wine available here at the bed and breakfast, until she could get out the next day.

Granny welcomed her with open arms, and some hot apple pie left from the night before.. "Hello Emma, how you faring here so far?"

"I can't complain as of yet. Everything has been quite wonderful. Is there any wine I might be able to add to my bill down here? I really don't feel like heading out. Mrs?"

"Absolutely sweetie! And call me Granny, everybody does. Why, Mills BnB prides itself on our little cellar. Come on and take a gander!" Granny said enthusiastically.

The two women spent quite a bit of time in the cellar, not only looking at wines, but they had a nice time talking with each other. Finally, after finding what they were after, Emma came back up with not one, but a few bottles to keep in her own suite. This was definitely nicer than she had expected, and Emma was in her own little piece of heaven. Upon returning to the room she opened the red, since that's what they had already been drinking. The vintage was the same one that Regina had shared earlier. It wasn't long before the blonde was quite tipsy and thought it would be a brilliant evening for a night walk, and quickly threw on some good shoes and a sweater with a scarf to ward off the night's chill.

Still new to the area, Emma played it safe and stuck to what she was already familiar with, the little path that led to the riverbank. It was dark now and Emma was glad for the flashlight app that came with her phone. The sky was pitch black, yet loaded with twinkling stars. It sure was different here at night. On impulse, she chose to hike a bit further down the trail and see what new and exciting things came her way.

The sounds were definitely louder, the bullfrogs and crickets were in full-force tonight. So alive! The young woman was truly awe-struck with the beauty of nature that surrounded her. Just then Emma happened upon the very rock that she and Regina Mills had conversed upon previously, and decided to bounce up and sit again on the rock and enjoy the night sky that was filled with stars, a wonderful pairing for the wine. It was perfect. Well, almost perfect. If the brunette was out here then it might be.

Why did she keep thinking like this? She had just left a long-term relationship, an amazing career, and moved far from it all, to "find herself" as it had been dubbed. How was she going to find herself if all her thoughts revolved around one particular woman? A most-likely taken woman at that? Emma couldn't keep her mind off of this, and it was truly driving her insane. She tossed back the end of the glass and got up from the impromptu perch, and decided to head back to the bed and breakfast.

The walk was quick and Emma was back up in her room in no time at all. She shucked her clothes into the hamper then climbed into bed clad only in underwear. Already more than just tipsy, she decided on another glass whilst watching a bit more tv. Unfortunately her mind wandered and was thinking of anything but the television. Emma knew that she was most-likely going to regret this little drinking binge, as she was definitely not used to more than one or two glasses at the most. But she didn't care, and just wanted to forget. To forget Gabi. To forget the beautiful mayor down the hall. Just to forget it all.

Saturday morning was a beautiful one in Northampton. Emma made sure to awaken in time for the communal breakfast served by the lady she had learned was called Granny. What a sweet woman she was. After all the wine, Emma was surprised that she could remember much of anything at all. What was remembered from the night prior, was asking Granny for a bottle of wine, and that they had a nice conversation. It was led mainly by Granny, who told her all about her flighty granddaughter Ruby. She was expecting her to come visit this weekend. Ruby used to stay here, at the BnB, but had recently moved out to be with her long-time girlfriend Lacey.

It was apparent to Emma that the older woman missed the girl dearly, but was ultimately happy that she was in such a good place. Granny had apparently raised the child for most of her life, after her flake of a mother disappeared to be with some loser of a man. Poor Ruby. What kind of mother leaves their kid for a fucked-up idiot, like the one Granny had described, only not using quite as foul of language. Emma looked forward to meeting the girl because Ruby sounded like a fun person, and she could definitely use some fun in her life.

As predicted, Emma majorly regretted the amount of alcohol that was consumed the night before. With a pounding headache, she got into the shower, turned the knobs to the hottest temperature without being scalding, and stood for a long time under the refreshing stream. It did the trick and soothed away some of the pain and the lingering haze left behind from the wine. Finally, she forced herself out of the shower and headed toward the closet to find something to wear. Deciding on a light blue tracksuit that brought out the hue of her eyes, the blonde slowly got dressed and dried her hair so that she was at least somewhat presentable for breakfast.

The still, slightly hungover woman eventually made her way down the stairs and ambled lazily into the dining room. She was not alone, as Regina was there along with one of her other housemates, Jefferson, whom she had met last night. There was an unfamiliar face at the table, a very good-looking brunette with red streaks throughout. This must be Ruby, going from the description that Granny had given last night. Not wanting to look rude, Emma quickened her pace and sat down with the others, forced out a smile and quietly said hello.

Ruby was the first to jump in and greet Emma. "Hey newcomer! I'm Ruby, I know that you are Emma. Granny went on about you and how she thought we would be great friends. She is the official matchmaker in my life, friends and lovers alike… She did find me Lacey," the girl rambled on. She was definitely related to her grandmother.

Emma was slightly overwhelmed at the reception, but quickly found her voice and responded to the cheerful girl. "Yeah, I'm Emma. Hi Ruby, it's really good to meet you. This is so different here than in L.A. You guys are so friendly, you'll have to excuse me if I seem cold, but I'm just used to a very different pace of life."

"I can only imagine," Ruby replied with a genuine smile.

This girl is really, really nice, Emma thought to herself. Definitely someone that she would want to get to know better. Granny was right.

It was during a brief silence that Jefferson took the opportunity to join the conversation. "Good morning Emma! What are your plans for the day? If you want, I can show you around the place," he said in his extremely flamboyant tone. It was obvious that he was very gay, and Emma always had gotten along with "her gays" back in L.A., as she lovingly referred to them.

Before Emma could reply, Regina spoke up, "That sounds like a lovely idea! Jefferson can show you all of the local hangouts, and even give you a brief history of the town. He has lived here for quite some time."

"Just call me The Tour Guide Extraordinaire!" Jefferson said, laughing at his own stupid wisecrack.

His laughter was contagious and soon the entire group was cracking up with the amusing man. Granny seemingly appeared out of nowhere right then, arms loaded with platters of food. How she could carry so much at once truly impressed the blonde.

"Eat up, before it gets cold, don't make my hard work go to waste," Granny joked, keeping up with the light mood of the room.

They wasted no time and dug into the hearty meal that Granny had prepared for them. Belgian waffles, loaded with cream and berries, a side of fresh melon, country potatoes, and turkey sausage. There was also freshly brewed coffee, that sang out to Emma and her spectacular hangover, and three varieties of juice to choose from. The conversation flowed freely, and Emma learned more about Ruby, also known as "Red", and her Australian girlfriend, Lacey. They had been together for three years, and had just bought a small house together not far up the road.

Regina was unusually quiet, and it kind of saddened Emma, as she had looked forward to seeing the beautiful brunette. Ruby and Jefferson more than made up for Regina's lack of conversation though. They made jokes and shared antics of their weeks with the rest of the group. Ruby shared that Lacey owned one of the local lesbian bars, and she was able to help out by working there as one of the bartenders.

Ruby insisted on Emma coming to the bar that evening and meeting Lacey. Being as it was her night off, they could hang out together for the evening. Emma accepted the invitation, albeit a bit reluctantly. She wasn't sure how ready she was to get out in the public's eye again. There was never a time that the newly ex-actress wasn't recognized when out on the town. Red immediately picked up on the hesitation and reassured her that it would not be like L.A., with all the paparazzi. People might know her, but most would respect the woman's privacy.

Deciding that hiding out in a hotel room wasn't what this move was all about, Emma finally said yes to the excited young woman, who was quickly becoming her friend. Why she didn't feel the same reluctance to accept Jefferson's invitation, Emma honestly had no clue. Not wanting to ruin the good mood of the morning, she was determined not to think too much about it, and took a deep breath, smiled and said thank you to Granny for yet another awesome meal. Next came the good-byes to the rest of the table, with the promise to meet Jefferson in the Great Room in an hour.

Back in her room, Regina prepared for her day. The outfit had been carefully selected, and was perfect, from head-to-toe. The brunette preferred leather when she was in her domme attire. Today was no different, why should it be? A black corset to go with the amazing black leather boots that were her favorite. When she put them on, it was as if they gave her added confidence and power. Some dominatrixes chose to wear latex attire, but not Regina Mills. Even the very smell of the leather could be considered one of her kinks.

Looking in the mirror at her reflection, the domme was quite pleased. Next was her makeup. It was applied flawlessly, and she smiled at the woman looking back with a smirk. The final touch was her cologne. An androgynous scent called Odin 08 Seylon Eau de Parfum. It took a hefty chunk out of her wallet at $165.00 a bottle, but it was well worth it. Exotic, spicy, and soothing... all-in-one. The thing Regina especially loved about the scent, was that it had matching candles that burned in both her suite and dungeon.

Time was running short, and the girl would be arriving at any moment. Regina put her trenchcoat on to cover the outfit while she walked from the room to her dungeon. She absolutely loved the feeling of the corset against her body, and the six-inch stiletto boots on her feet. Upon entering the dungeon all that needed to be done was to light the candles, and then wait.

Emma reveled once again in the fact of being able to throw on comfortable clothes and not worry about every hair being in place just because the "paps" might be out on the town. While grateful for the fans, as they were what kept her career afloat, she did like her privacy. Emma would take time out for autographs more than other stars, but there were obviously going to be times when she wanted to be left alone.

Grabbing a small backpack-type purse before locking the door, Emma headed down the hallway towards the staircase. It was a bad habit to always look down, but it was something she picked up while in Hollywood as a way to avoid the paparazzi. The blonde decided to try something new and actually look up at where she was going. It was quite a shock what was before her eyes.

Just outside an open door stood a collegiate woman next to Mayor Mills, clad in a trenchcoat and extremely tall leather boots. Neither woman saw a very curious Emma, who was looking right at them. The room was not Regina's suite. The outfit? The girl? The room? To say that she had questions? Well, that was quite an understatement.

After Regina had escorted the younger woman into her inner-sanctum, Emma stealthily slid closer toward the door in question. Mayor Mills looked absolutely fuckable! And that girl? Who was she? Of course Regina had her own life outside of work, and Emma would work to respect that the best she could. Her privacy was something that was extremely valuable, and she had a feeling that Regina was no different in that aspect. But then why the fuck was Emma acting like this? This was so out of character for the blonde. There had never been the need to interfere in others' lives, so why start now? She was absolutely intrigued, that's why.

Knowing that Jefferson was downstairs waiting, Emma pushed all thoughts of what just happened to the back of her mind. This day would NOT be ruined by ridiculous thoughts and theories, based off of a fifteen second encounter witnessed in the hallway. It would drive her mad to assume anything without the facts. Luckily, Jefferson was coming out of his room at the same time, and the duo said quick hello's and headed down the stairs together, leaving the bed and breakfast, and all of its occupants behind for the afternoon.

"Good day Sam. How have you been?" Regina asked the Junior from Smith College who was a repeat customer.

"I have not been so good, Ms. Mills." Samantha replied.

"Why is that, dear?"

"I just can't seem to focus on anything that I am supposed to. My mind constantly wanders and I find that time escapes me and I have done nothing that I should have," Sam further explained.

Regina just nodded her head and then told Samantha to go to the bed and undress, then to sit and await further instructions. She had worked with Sam for the past year, and knew that when the girl was like this, she needed a good flogging to be rid of the self-induced guilt that she unnecessarily carried around. But first things first. If Regina gave her what she was craving right away, the session would end too quickly. So, there had to be a slow build-up.

While Sam followed the instructions given, Regina removed the trenchcoat and carefully hung it on a coatrack that was kept in the corner of the room, just for this purpose. She always wore the coat before and after a session. It may have seemed odd, but she felt as if it completed the outfit. The domme also took this time to put on a pair of black, fingerless gloves that were in her collection kept in the dungeon.

Samantha finished and was next to the bed, on her knees in a position that she knew well. Regina smiled at her and walked towards the bed.

"Good girl Sam, or would you prefer Sammi today?"

"Thank you Mistress, but you can choose," spoken like the true sub that she was.

"Ok, Sammi it is." Regina knew that the girl reverted back to this name when she was feeling especially disobedient.

Sammi smiled at the brunette and said nothing.

"You may get on the bed, Sammi," Regina instructed. "I would like you to lie down and close your eyes. Do you remember your safeword? You may respond."

Sammi nodded and said "Pineapple," then climbed up onto the bed and laid down with closed eyes.

Regina swiftly covered her eyes with a black leather bdsm mask and used a mouth cover as well. It wouldn't completely restrict her from speaking, it was used as more of a reminder. "You may not speak, think, or do anything without my permission. Is that understood? You may nod your head if you do."

Sam nodded in the affirmative.

"Good." Regina said in a voice so seductive, that it made Samantha wet between her legs. "Since you have been a bad girl, you are going to have to wait for your flogging Sammi. I think that I would like to write on your beautiful little body with my candle wax before we get to that. Because, I think you will look incredibly sexy with my special designs on you."

The whole time that Regina was speaking to Sam, she was using her flogger to tease the girl. She gently dragged it up and down her body, causing her to squirm. It was a terrible tease and Regina loved it. She slowly circled Sam's clit and could already see that it was glistening. This only encouraged Regina to go on.

Picking up one of her restraints that were already attached to the bedposts, Regina buckled Sammi's right arm and then her left, followed by both legs. Once she felt that Samantha was properly restrained, she picked up the thick candle that had a nice pool of wax already built up. Regina was careful and tested the temperature of the wax on her own arm before attempting to use it on the girl. After deciding that it wasn't too hot, she carefully began to make designs on the girls naked abdomen. Circling each of her breasts and then trailing down to her belly button, where she loved leaving a large amount of wax to harden.

Sammi could not see what was happening, but she certainly could feel it. The heat of the molten wax caused her to shudder at first, but as the domme went on, the temperature began to feel good to the girl. Regina spoke to her the entire time, and her voice mixed with the sensations of being completely bound and helpless with the wax pouring onto her body, caused Sam to mewl like a kitten.

"Good girl, I see you like what I am doing to your body, little one. When I am finished, since you have been such a sweet thing, I shall remove the wax using my flogger. You would like that wouldn't you?" Regina enticed the girl with her sultry tones and promises of the flogger coming soon.

Removing wax using a flogger was a very difficult skill, and Regina had perfected her ability over the years. She loved to be able to do it, but not many of her subs could handle the intense sensations that accompanied the swift actions. Most subs would only be able to take a flogging to the back. It was quite a different challenge to take a frontal-flogging. And this was one sub who definitely could take it.

"I am finished with you for now, little one. I see that you are extremely wet right now and do not think you should go home like that. So before I remove the wax, you will be a good girl, and bring yourself to a climax for me. I want to hear every sound come from that pretty little mouth of yours, and so I am going to remove the cover from it. Do you understand? When I remove it, you may answer me with one word," she concluded.

After the cover was gone, Sammi answered with a simple, "Yes."

"You may begin now. Start with slow circles around your beautiful clit," Regina commanded and the girl followed her every direction to the T.

"You may go a bit faster now, little one" and with this the girl started to let out a high-pitched keening sound, and it turned Regina on terribly. "Faster, and you may enter yourself with two fingers from your other hand."

With this the girl increased her speed and created a steady rhythm between her two hands. This went on for awhile, until Regina could tell that she was ready to come. Her sounds increased and Regina took it all in. This is what she absolutely lived for. Such dominance and power, but she was not about to let Samantha come yet, she was going to do that herself, as she knew the girl could not get through a flogging without having an orgasm.

"STOP. NOW!" Regina commanded.

Sam whined out loud, but stopped immediately, not wanting to displease her mistress.

"Hands above your head and do not move them," she further instructed.

Her beautiful sub complied and instantly raised her hands into the assumed position that Regina insisted upon when they were doing this type of flogging. She did not want to chance the safety of the young woman at any expense.

As soon as she was satisfied with the position , Regina began by standing regally in front of the bed, planting her feet firmly. She held the tails of the flogger with her left hand and the handle in her right. With accurate precision, the domme was able to land the tails in whatever spot that was aimed for. With repeated strokes, the wax came off of Sammi's lithe body. Regina worked over and again, making sure not to miss a spot. Then she moved further south, to the place that Sammi was craving the most, her glistening clit. It only took a few more carefully aimed blows, and Sam moaned out loudly as she came with tremendous force. Regina thought for a moment that her sub may even pass out from the overwhelming experience, but she didn't, although it was very close.

The two women were still for awhile, and then Regina sat quietly on the bed next to Sammi and silently unfastened her restraints, then finally removing the mask so that she might be able to see again. It was a very slow process, as re-gaining senses was very stimulating for any submissive after an intense scene like the one they had just performed. Amazingly, Sammi required very little aftercare, and preferred to dress quickly and quietly, and then thank Regina, as always, before seeing herself out the door.

Regina stayed in the dungeon and meticulously cleaned it and her toys that were used from top to bottom. To say she was a perfectionist was an understatement. Two hours later, the satisfied woman finally emerged from the room, adorned in her trenchcoat, and Regina boldly walked back to her own suite and headed for the shower.