Authors Note: Thank you to everyone who's reading this story and encouraging me to continue on with it. But, I have one persistent reviewer who insists on telling me they don't like dom!Regina and sub!Emma fanfic and that they'd rather see the roles reversed. Please stop reviewing this. If you want to read that content, go find it. There's plenty of it, and you won't find it here, nor will you ever. Thank you.
"So, how'd it go?" Elsa asks.
Elsa's on her stomach in the middle of Emma's bed, flipping through a magazine, while Ruby leans forward and waggles her brows.
"It was… great. I've never had anything like this before," Emma admits. Elsa and Ruby look transfixed, so Emma continues. "She was patient. And the first woman I've ever had sex with and it just felt… right. It's never felt right before."
Emma can feel that her face is heated.
"When's your next session?" Ruby asks.
"This Saturday."
Elsa chuckles. "Eager."
"I'm not eager -"
There's a knock at Emma's door, and then her mom walks in just as she says this.
"Eager for what?"
Ruby and Elsa are watching Emma and Emma feels her blush deepen. "Eager to host that party on Friday night, obviously," she lies, awkwardly.
Mary Margaret's face brightens up. "Oh, your father will be just pleased." She gives Emma a look. "Will Killian be coming?"
"I didn't invite him, no," Emma says diplomatically, slipping back into the role she needs to be in with her parents.
"So you two aren't…"
"Mom," Emma cuts in. "Can we talk about this later? Like, when Elsa and Ruby aren't sitting in my bedroom?"
Mary Margaret smiles tightly. "Of course," she says. "I'll go tell your father that you're hosting. This is great. He'll be thrilled."
As soon as she closes the door Ruby pins her with a glare. "What exactly are you hosting on Friday night? Not that company fundraiser you've been bitching about for the past two months."
"It'll get them off my back."
"Oh, Emma," Elsa says, sympathetically.
Emma sighs. "Why do you both sound so disappointed?"
Ruby and Elsa look at each other, then at Emma.
Emma shrugs. "It's fine, guys. It's one fundraiser. Just to get them off my back."
Ruby looks like she's about to say something but Emma shuts her up with one glare. She then raises her hands in mock surrender.
"Fine, fine." She tosses the magazine on the floor. "So, tell us more about what happened with Regina."
And Emma's blushing all over again when she tells them the details.
Emma hates wearing dresses. She knows she looks pretty in them, the princess she's destined to be, but she doesn't like them. She'd rather be in a suit… or jeans and a button up. Or anything else that doesn't feel so constricting.
She's wearing blue, because her pale skin and long blonde curls and green eyes compliment this shade nicely. Her hair is in a half up-do with a makeshift flowercrown. She's about to fix her lipstick when her door opens.
"You look beautiful," the voice behind her says and she smiles, because she is a daddy's girl at heart.
"Thanks, dad."
He walks to her and kisses her on the top of the head. "Thank you for doing this."
She feels a bit guilty, because she doesn't want to do this. But she plasters on a smile and says, "no problem. It'll be fun."
It's not.
Having to chat with men half her age about a company she has no interest in, having to talk to the trophy wives of all said men about… well, all these mundane things. These women are far too smart and too beautiful to be on the arms of some of these men.
Elsa's there, at least. Ruby opted out, not that Emma can blame her, but Emma's still happy she has one form of moral support.
Especially someone who'll keep refilling Emma's drinks, like Elsa's doing.
"This is going great, honey," Mary Margaret says excitedly. She and Emma's father are standing side by side, Mary Margaret beaming at Emma while David looks passive.
"Yeah," Emma agrees. "Overwhelming."
"You were made for this," her mom says before dragging David off with her to talk to other guests.
Emma can't wait for this to be over.
Emma's lying in bed after the party, mind wandering. It's almost Saturday, which means it's almost her second session with Regina.
She feels the rage inside her from the fundraiser that night, the pent up something that she needs to let loose. Her last thought before she goes to bed is how Regina will release that.
And it's what she thinks of all day, up until she's knocking at the brunette's door five minutes before their scheduled session.
Regina opens up the door - wearing black, black and more black, and holy fuck, leather. Emma can barely stop herself from skimming her eyes down the woman's form.
"Miss Swan," Regina says silkily. "Right this way."
She's lead back downstairs. She's playing with the hem of her shirt, unable to anxiously stop picking.
Regina's eyes follow the movements.
"Is everything alright, Miss Swan?"
Emma bobs her head jerkily a few times. "Yeah, yes. Perfect. Just anxious."
"Any particular reason?"
"No! No, just other things on my mind."
Regina smirks. "Well, I'll do my best to clear it for you." She straightens her back. "Do you remember my rules from last time?"
"Yes, ma'am," Emma whispers.
"Repeat them to me."
Emma blushes. "I get undressed and kneel on the circular blanket in the middle of the room with my head down and my hands behind my back," Emma recites dutifully.
"What are your safewords?"
"Blueberry," Emma responds, "and green, orange and red."
"When will you use them?"
"If I want you to stop or slow down."
This earns a smile from Regina that has her insides clenching. "Good girl," she says. "Go on. I'll be in soon."
Emma hurries in and shucks off her clothes. This time she folds them neatly and puts them on the chair in the corner. She's wearing just a basic pair of black underwear and a black bra, since she knows they'll be coming off soon anyway.
She kneels in the middle of the room with her head bowed and her fingers linked behind her back. It only takes a count to 200 for Regina to walk in, heels clacking against the floor.
But Emma's there for a long while, surpasses her count of even 500, and her knees are starting to ache. She clenches her eyes shut and tries not to fidget, but shit, it's hard. She can't help it, she moves to relieve the ache on her knees.
"Did I tell you to do that?"
Regina's voice is as sharp and brisk as a whip and Emma almost jumps out of her skin at the sound of it.
"N-no, ma'am."
"Then why, exactly, did you think you could do it?"
"I-I-"
"Are my orders not clear enough for you, Miss Swan?"
More clacking heels and suddenly Emma's face is turned upward, Regina's fingers digging into her cheeks.
"I asked you a question," she snarls.
"Yes, ma'am, they're perfectly clear," she manages out. There's a wetness pooling between her legs that's thick and damn it, she can smell it already.
"And yet you still disobeyed me."
"I'm sorry, ma'am."
Regina looks terrifying like this. But as scary as she looks, she still looks beautiful. She's wearing lingerie like the last time, only this time it's a deep purple shade.
Emma's hands clench and unclench behind her back, aching to touch Regina. And of course, as if she can sense it, Regina leans down and presses her warm lips to Emma's.
It doesn't take long for the blonde to melt into the kiss, or for her to forget herself and reach up to touch Regina.
Regina, though, isn't receptive. She steps back and gives Emma a reproachful look.
"You've disobeyed me twice and we've only just begun, Miss Swan."
Emma groans. "I'm sorry," she says, and at Regina's look she quickly adds, "ma'am."
"You will be if you disobey me one more time."
Emma gulps because holy hell it's tempting.
"Stand up."
Emma stumbles up and stands there, hands linked behind her back. She keeps her body perfectly still, muscles taut and waiting.
Regina walks around her to sit on the bed.
"Come here."
Emma walks toward the bed and stands in front of Regina.
"Take off your underwear and lay across my lap. We're just going to warm up your skin. These will be pleasurable," she says, her voice soft and husky.
With a nod Emma does as she's told. She's now panty-less and laying across Regina's lap, staring at the decor of the left side of the room.
She doesn't expect the first strike, and it doesn't hurt. It warms her skin though, and she can feel the redness blossoming. It goes straight to her core, causing a new surge of wetness to pool. Regina does it again and Emma groans.
"Enjoying this, Miss Swan? I may just start off all our sessions like this. You do look mighty pretty across my lap like this, dear."
Emma groans again, in time with another slap. Although this one lands right between her legs, causing Emma to yelp. Regina does it again, and then again, and lands two final (and wet, holy shit her hand is already wet just from slapping Emma's pussy) blows against her ass.
"Very good." Regina kisses Emma on the side of the head. "What colour we at?"
"Green all the way, ma'am."
"Excellent. Lay on the bed, on your back, legs and arms spread."
Emma does as she's told and lays starfish-style across the mattress. Regina ties her to the bedposts and Emma finds it's very comfortable.
Regina then… leaves the room. And Emma wants to yell at her to come back, but doesn't, holds herself back.
Minutes later, agonizing minutes later, Regina's back with a bowl.
"Close your eyes, Miss Swan."
Emma does as ordered, closing her eyes.
"Keep your eyes closed. Don't open them."
Emma nods her assent and then gasps when she feels something cold touch her neck. It sends an electrifying pulse down her entire body, one she can't help but arch into.
Regina brings the ice cube, now dripping droplets of cold water, to one peaked nipple and she circles it until Emma's ready to beg her to stop. She moves to the other nipple and does the same thing, and this time Emma does moan out, "please."
"Please what, little one?"
Emma catches her breath, because that ice cube is melted. She thinks she's caught herself a break when another ice cube is dipping lower, down her abdomen and to her pubic bone.
Regina slowly brings it down to Emma's clit and circles it a few times before pressing it down and causing Emma's hips to shoot in the air.
All Emma can hear is the sound of her ragged breathing and Regina's small chuckle at Emma's reaction.
The ice cube melts. Emma starts to go warm before another one presses against her clit and her body starts to jerk unsteadily.
And then she stops again, and Emma almost screams. Until two cold fingers probe at her entrance and she does cry out, but for a different reason altogether.
Regina's fingers thrust steadily into Emma, rubbing her clit with an equally cold thumb. And just as Emma starts to hit a peak, words tumbling out of her mouth and her back arching off the bed, Regina stops.
Emma's breathing heavily, and she almost calms down when Regina starts up again. Fingers back to a chill, this time three inside her. And once again, as soon as Emma gets close, Regina stops.
It's the third time that breaks her.
Emma's jaw is starting to ache because her mouth is clenched and her eyes are squeezed shut, and she can't help it, not when she's this close, she opens her eyes and looks straight at Regina who's watching her back with intense interest.
"I told you to keep your eyes shut," Regina whispers, and pulls her fingers out from inside Emma. Emma can see how wet she is, she made Regina's fingers gleam. "I also told you not to disobey me a third time."
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," Emma says, breathing hoarse. She was on the edge of orgasm, she was so close.
Regina tsks and sets the bowl down beside the bed. She unties Emma completely.
"Please, ma'am, I'm sorry," Emma begs, and she feels tears spring to her eyes.
"Turn over on your back. Now."
Emma scrambles over and does as told and presses her nose into the pillow as Regina ties Emma back up to the bedposts.
She hears Regina clack her way across the room and back, and Emma doesn't dare crane her head to look at her. Not now.
"You've disobeyed me three times," Regina repeats, voice stern but still silky.
"I'm so sorry, ma'am," Emma manages.
"You will be," Regina promises. And fuck, that's so hot.
There's silence for a few beats, the only sound that can be heard is Emma's heartbeat in her own ears.
"You'll be counting the blows," Regina says, just like last time.
"How many, ma'am?"
Regina runs a cold finger down Emma's spine and the blonde releases a whole body shiver that has Regina laughing lowly.
"I think twenty should suffice."
Emma doesn't have time to formulate a response, or hell, to even think of one, before the crop lands squarely on her ass.
"One!" Emma yelps out.
The following five are soft, if not surprising, because Regina has a habit of spreading them out and making Emma wait for them.
"Colour?"
"Green, ma'am."
Seven, eight and nine are harder, almost vicious, and come in quick succession, and Emma's almost crying by time she yells out, "ten!"
By fifteen she's close to screaming red, and she's full on sobbing by time she screeches, "twenty!"
She hears Regina put the crop away and she tries to even out her breathing but she's hiccupping now. Full lips are at her ear when Emma finally calms down enough. "What colour are we at?"
"Green," Emma manages out. "Green."
"Good girl," Regina murmurs, voice softer than she's ever heard it. "You did very good. But we're not done yet. Lift up your hips."
Emma does just that and a pillow is put underneath.
"For leverage. I'm going to fuck you with a toy, and while this is a reward, you aren't to come without permission. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Emma feels the cool end of the toy circle her entrance and fuck, Emma can hear how wet she is. The toy sinks in, with little to no resistance and Emma lets out a long, throaty moan in response.
Regina starts to fuck her in earnest and Emma's hips push back to meet every thrust.
"Ma'am," she husks, "can I please come?"
Regina slows down enough that Emma can't gain the friction she needs from it. She lets out a series of strangled complaints until her breathing slows.
"Push up a little on your knees." Emma does just that and Regina's front is melted against Emma's back now, and it's then that Regina starts up again. This time though, there's something else pushed between her thighs and it's buzzing on her clit.
She's so close, so close she can practically feel the orgasm already, and she's sobbing out, "please ma'am, please let me come, please," and her whole body is so tightly wound that she almost doesn't hear Regina's words.
"Come for me, baby girl," Regina whispers.
Emma does.
Oh, boy, does she. She feels one orgasm hit her with such a powerful force she can't even breathe, and then another one, and with the second one, she feels a small surge of wetness hit her thighs. She doesn't have time to think about that though because she's coming again, until Emma finally yells out, "red!" when she becomes overstimulated.
Regina turns off the small bullet vibrator at once and removes the dildo gently. She unties Emma and waits for her breathing to slow before joining her on the bed.
"You did good today," Regina compliments, softly, allowing Emma to huddle herself inside her arms.
Emma smiles sleepily up at Regina. "I needed this."
"You were rather anxious when you came in today," Regina recalls. "I figured you could use something like this."
"It worked," Emma says. "I have stuff in my personal life… I just needed this type of treatment tonight. Especially the punishment."
Regina tucks a sweat-soaked strand of hair behind Emma's ear. "You should tell me these things before we play, because I won't always pick up on the specific atmosphere," Regina says and Emma feels like it's a formality. "I'd rather you told me, that way we can set a scene."
Emma nods. "Okay. I will next time."
They lay in silence for a couple of minutes. And then,
"Hey, can you get me that magical lotion you used last time? My ass is burning like hell."