Emma, having been divested of her clothing and tied to a small futon bed she hadn't noticed the night before, struggled against the thick, toothy rope used to bind her. Regina blindfolded her with a snap of her fingers then left her to the coolness of the room.
The bed was positioned at the furthest point away from the only heat source with purpose. The Queen watched her pet as the chill entered her. She admired her capillaries constricting around her breasts bringing her nipples to tight attention. Her pet started to shiver from the chill in the air and Regina decided it was time to begin her punishment. She strode over to the cabinet where her tools were kept and took out a rather impressive set of clamps. She used her magic to chill the metal down several more degrees and smirked as she knew this would be quite painful.
Emma listened to the rooms sounds with earnest intensity as the Queen sauntered around. She noted her own body progressively getting cooler. She tried to clamp her jaw against chattering but quickly realized it to be useless. Her palms were clasped tightly against the rope that bound her wrists, and she found they had grown quite clammy. A cold sweat gathered down her back in anticipation of what her Queen had in store. She was sure Regina was feeding her anxiety by taking her sweet time, and that anxiety only grew as she listened to the click of the woman's heels against the marble floors.
Regina slowly walked back over to the shivering blonde bound to the bed. She climbed up onto the mattress and smirked as the girl stiffened in surprise. She had purposefully left her pet's legs free and took the opportunity to run her warm hands over the pale cool flesh of her pet's thighs. She watched with interest as the girl squirmed beneath her. She made her way up the woman's body, feeling free to completely take in the beauty of the creature below her as she could not be seen doing so. She wrapped her mouth around one of the tight nipples offered up as Emma arched her back pushing the breast up and into the brunette's mouth.
Regina settled down astride the girl's strong stomach and took out the cool clamps attached by a thin metal chain. Emma did not jump with surprise as she heard the little chain jingle, but she moaned out and offered herself up to the woman above her.
Regina roughly grabbed one of the pert breasts offered and skillfully attached one of the clamps slowly, relishing as the teeth of the metal bit into the sensitive flesh.
The blonde gasped as the full force of the clamp bit into her skin and Regina took the opportunity to clamp her second nipple, much more quickly than the first. She laid down flat on top of the blonde and pressed her chest into the girl's clamped nipples eliciting a pained groan from deep within her pet. She licked her tongue up the long neck of the Savior and settled in close to her ear. "You enjoy your punishment, don't you peasant?"
Emma bit her lip not wanting to admit that she did.
"I can tell… your dirty little cunt gives you away you know."
Emma reeled over the words Regina just said; the Mayor had never used such language, at least not to Emma.
Granted the Mayor never tied her up or fist fucked her either, but still…
"For your punishment pet, do you have any… requests… You have pleased your queen, and I have deemed you worthy of granting you your desire. I'd love to hear how your filthy mind works…"
Emma knew exactly what she wanted, but she wasn't sure if she should ask.
"Speak up girl," the Queen demanded.
"Um… would you… just for tonight… call me…" she swallowed hard before she said the words, knowing that if the request were granted, it would complete the fantasy, bringing it to life. "Miss Swan?" she said quietly.
"Miss Swan?" the Queen questioned with surprise, "Why?"
"It is my name… well… Emma is my name, but Miss Swan is what… well… it is just a thing… and if you don't want to, that's cool…"
"Enough, Miss Swan!" the queen interrupted sharply, completely over the girl's constant stammering. As soon as the demand passed through her lips a wide smile graced the girl's face. Unseen by the Queen were tears soaking into the fabric of the blindfold. Regina's lips found their way up into the blonde's long neck she bit into her thin ropey flesh pulling it into her mouth marking it dark as she broke her capillaries just under the skin. "You are mine, Miss Swan," the Queen hissed above her.
"Oh god, Regina…yes, I am yours!" Emma moaned out her pleasure, and her heart started to pound loudly within her chest. In her mind, she has completely removed herself from the cool castle and the Evil Queen. It was Regina above her. Her Regina and she would literally do anything for this woman. She knew that now. How big a fool she had been to waste so much time.
"Miss Swan… just because I am calling you by your name, does not mean I've permitted you to do the same," Regina whispered into her pet's ear.
"I-I'm s-sorry M-Majesty…" Emma stammered bringing herself out of her fantasy back into reality.
"Now, Missss Ssssswan…" Regina roughly clawed her nails down Emma's rib cage, "Is there anything you wish me NOT to do?"
Emma thought about it for a moment and couldn't think of one thing. She knew she would endure anything for the Queen. Anything.
"N-no."
"Really?" Regina's voice didn't mask the mixture of surprise and pure pleasure at the prospect.
"I am yours, Majesty," Emma stated firmly with confidence. She knew she should be afraid, she had no idea what appetites the Queen had and the fact that she wasn't afraid, concerned her just a little, but she meant what she said. She belonged to Regina. Body, mind, and soul.
"How delightful Miss Swan!" the dark undertone in the woman's voice was not lost on the blonde, and a wicked smile crossed her pale lips.
Regina sat up and rubbed her thumb over Emma's tortured nipples causing the girl to gasp and arch her back up into the touch. "Hmm you are so ready aren't you?"
"Yes Majesty," Emma whispered.
Regina got up off of her pet and the cold that had been held at bay by the woman straddling her, suddenly came back in force causing her to shiver. Emma heard the scraping of metal against stone, and she tensed up.
"Open your legs, Miss Swan," the Queen ordered and to her delight Emma stretched her legs wide apart. Her sex was glistening with a thick layer of desire that made her smile. She went to work fastening the leather binding to Emma's left ankle then pulled her other leg closer and bound the other ankle to the opposite side of the bar. She loosened the bar in the center and extended its length, so the girl's legs were wide, but not so far apart that extended time would be uncomfortable.
Not that I care for her comfort.
She suspended the bar in the air with magic lifting the girl's ass off the bed only a few inches. She also picked up her riding crop and placed it on the bed. Punishment will wait for another moment longer, she had a taste of the blonde earlier and wanted more. She crawled up on the bed and adjusted the magical suspension to lift the girl stretching her tight between her bindings. Emma dropped her head back and moaned as Regina's breath caressed the inside of her thigh.
"Your pussy is impossibly wet for me, Miss Swan."
The simple words the Queen uttered caused the girl she held captive to shiver. She ran her fingers over her bare sex making the girl twitch with desire. "You want your Queen to fuck you, Miss Swan?"
Emma swallowed hard and nodded. Regina struck her hard against the wet lips between her thighs. The loud slap echoed in the room, and Emma sucked in a breath at the sting but said nothing. Regina slapped her again, harder.
"Yes, Majesty!" Emma cried out.
"Yes what Miss Swan?" Another slap punctuated her displeasure at having to ask.
"Yes I want my Queen to fuck me," she got out between panting breaths.
The Queen's crooked evil smile was lost as the girl couldn't see her and she knelt and kissed her pet's swollen red lips.
Emma gasped at the feel of Regina's warm mouth on her. She tried unsuccessfully to push herself closer but only ended up wriggling around in the air.
Regina parted the girl's pulsing wet lips with her tongue and slid inside of her. She felt the walls around her tongue try and grip her, to hold her there. She wrapped her hands around the soft curves of her pet's hips and pushed into her over and over, sucking and nipping at the tender flesh.
Emma was gasping and panting and moaning and just as she was so very close to reaching her apex Regina stopped and pulled away. Emma tried to hold in the disappointed groan, but it was still heard.
Regina plunged a single finger deep into Emma's pussy collecting as much moisture as she could, then pushed it into her tight ass unexpectedly. Emma's body tensed up, and her walls resisted, but Regina pushed in any way, forcing her way into the hilt of where her finger met her hand.
Emma cried out in pain. The Queen pulled all the way out, adding a second finger with her next stroke, stretching out the tight opening.
"P-please Majesty!" Emma begged.
"Please what Miss Swan?" Regina asked coolly.
"It hurts! I've never…" Emma gasped again as a third finger found its way into her tight ass.
Regina wanted this, she wanted the girl to be in pain, this was a punishment, but something in her made soothing words tumble from her lips. "Relax your body, Miss Swan. It won't hurt as much if you don't fight me."
As soon as the statement registered to her pet, muscles relaxed and the tight band deep inside the girl opened and Regina was able to fuck her ass freely. "That's it Miss Swan…" her deep voice rumbled as her desire grew, the fact that she was taking something from this girl, something no one else had, was exhilarating. She bent down and wrapped her lips around the engorged nub at the top of her pet's sex and sucked the nerve bundle deep inside her mouth. It took but a moment before the girl was bucking wildly and screaming for her Majesty to fuck her.
Fuck her the Queen did. She relentlessly brought the blonde to climax over and over, barely giving her a rest between. By her seventh, which felt like her 50th, Emma wasn't sure she lost count, she was gasping for air, but she did not plead for the brunette to stop. Regina was whispering her praise and Emma could hear the sincere smile in the Queen's voice. She was pleasing her Queen. So Emma endured, without complaint.
The girl's body hung limply after her final climax and Regina pulled herself from her relaxed body. She magicked herself, and her charge clean then stood on the side of the bed and crouched down next to her pet.
"You've done so well Miss Swan," she whispered. "Would you like to gaze upon your Queen dear?"
"Oh yes Majesty, may I?"
Emma was genuine in her desire to look upon her Queen, because her emotions were running high. Not only because she had just come so completely undone in ways she never had before, nor imagined she would enjoy, but her Majesty's voice sounded so much like the Mayor, she hadn't known when she asked the Queen to call her the Mayor's favored title how much of an effect it would have on her. She was having a hard time separating the two, and she thought seeing the Queen in all of her royal glory would solidify reality a bit.
Regina removed the blindfold, magicking it back to its place in the cabinet and looked down at the girl realizing for the first time the child was crying. "Did I harm you, dear?"
"Nothing I couldn't handle Majesty," Emma replied. She knew she was looking up at the woman with all the love she felt for her Regina. She couldn't help herself.
Regina slid the back of her hand down the woman's cool, wet cheek then went to remove the clamps from her nipples. The blonde hissed as the blood rushed back into the tortured flesh and Regina leaned in and kissed and sucked away the pain to one, then the other nipple.
"You are ready for your punishment now, Miss Swan."
"You mean… t-that wasn't…" Emma swallowed hard considering what else the woman could have in store for her.
"Oh no, dear. You think you can disobey me, climb into my bed in the middle of the night and I'm going to make you come, as a punishment?"
"No, Majesty, but…"
"But what Miss Swan?" The Queen snapped in such a way that was exactly like the Mayor.
Emma steeled her features and looked straight up at the ceiling making known her defiance. "But if it happens again, if you have another nightmare, I won't stand by and not try and comfort you."
Regina leaned in and nestled her nose into the wispy blonde hair that escaped from the girl's braid, and whispered so very quietly into her ear. Her voice cool and velvety, "Any comfort you provide, no matter how accepting I am of it, isn't your place to provide, pet. You clearly do not understand the boundaries of our relationship."
"Clearly YOU don't understand!" Emma yelled back. Her emotions were supercharged, and she knew damn well this was not going to end well. This woman wasn't the Regina she loved, she knew it, but it didn't stop her from treating her as if she were the Mayor. "You can punish me all day every day for caring about you Regina, but it won't ever fucking stop me. Ever." Her nostrils flared as she breathed heavily, focusing on the stone ceiling as the Queen sat back astonished at not only the outburst but the conviction in the words that were spoken.
"So be it… Miss Swan…" Regina hissed. She stood and picked up her riding crop and laid into the blonde striking her against the backs of her thighs, over and over. There was no set amount given to this punishment. This was strictly to harm for the sake of harming.
Emma tried to hold back her cries, and she did for as long as anyone could, perhaps even longer, before she gave in and screamed out in her anguish. Regina beat the girl until her arm was sore and she couldn't swing it anymore, and Emma's body was drenched in sweat from adrenaline. Regina removed the spell that kept the blonde's legs suspended and magicked the spreader bar off of her. Her legs fell limp to the bed, and Emma groaned out in agony. Regina threw her riding crop across the room angrily and stormed away from the bed leaving the blonde alone in the room.
Emma laid on the bed and tried to bring her thoughts under control, she knew better than to push the Queen, but she also loved this part of Regina. She was Regina, she was just as broken and lost, and just as in need of love, maybe more so. This Regina didn't have Henry.
Oh god, Henry. I'm never going to see him again. It was the first time she let her thoughts wander towards her son, and in her heightened emotional state, it broke her.
The Queen returned to the room after what seemed like an eternity. Emma was still bound to the bed but had regained control over herself. Emma was shivering violently and had been for several hours. Regina stood over her and without a word, untied her.
Emma obeyed and stood on shaky legs, sore did not properly describe how she felt. She followed the Queen as she led her back to the bedroom.
She didn't have to point, Emma stood where Regina had bound her legs the previous night and once again she was shackled to the floor. She got a peripheral view of the stone mask Regina, as the Mayor, had often used and Emma knew the woman was hiding behind it.
A rushing river of emotions was being held back by a dam of resignation. Emma knelt before her Majesty and Regina placed her boot out, as an offer. Emma silently unlaced the leather and pulled down the sides until she could carefully remove the first boot. She held the woman's foot in her hands, hesitating. She sat back on her heels wincing as her bruised and broken thighs touched her cold feet. She thought she should ask permission before touching Regina, but when her hand started to caress the brunette's foot, the Queen let out a startled sigh that quickly turned into a greedy moan as Emma worked her hands over Regina's bare foot.
Apprehension left behind, she silently worked her strong hands over the dainty foot, restoring circulation to the appendage until it was void of the hardened strain she felt when she started. She placed it on her thigh and unbound the remaining boot, showing the same care and consideration for the second foot as she did the first. The unbridled sounds Regina was making spurred her on as she turned that foot into heavenly jelly as well.
Regina thought she should stop the girl, she had no right to touch her in such a way, but god damn what the girl was doing felt so good! No one had ever touched her in such a way, not even Daniel. No one had ever tried to make the Queen feel good, certainly not after the punishment she just doled out. This contrary action by the blonde unsettled Regina, but she did not stop the woman.
Once finished, Emma didn't dare look up to Regina's face, but she could feel her stoic mask start to melt away. However, the Queen remained quiet then stood and prepared herself for bed and Emma placed her hands on the cold stone floor and bowed down in the position she had "slept" in the previous evening.
The Queen approached her after several moments, and when she did not move to acknowledge her, the woman cleared her throat.
Emma looked up and saw she held a nightshirt. When Emma sat up to take the offered clothing, Regina snapped her fingers and silently pointed to the small bed, and Emma nodded in understanding as Regina walked away and got into her own bed.
Emma pulled the shirt on over her chilled naked form and tried to stand, twice, without success. The muscles in her thighs defied her; they were clearly bruised quite deeply. She knelt and crawled slowly over to her mat and climbed underneath the blanket. The fire was low but felt like heaven on her frozen form.
Even though she was exhausted, sleep would not come. It wasn't the physical pain she was in, which was significant, she was upset with herself for pushing too far with the Evil Queen that night. She let herself fall too deeply into her fantasy of the Mayor and paid the price. She knew she should separate the Queen from the Mayor, everything in her mind screamed at her that was the only way she would survive this, but her heart who longed for the woman was resigned to making due and trying everything she could to get through to this Regina. Because this was the Regina she had, and against her better judgment, she thought she could make a difference in the Evil Queen's life. Show her the compassion, love, and respect she never received.
Just as Emma was letting go of her consciousness, the Queen stirred across the room, and Emma sat up with a jolt. As soon as she heard the distinct whimper, Emma was moving, crawling across the polished marble until she made it to the edge of the bed. The whimpers turned to cries of help and Emma, once again, got up on the woman's bed to gently rouse and comfort her.
Regina clasped her fists tight around Emma's nightshirt and then curled up in her arms letting Emma stroke her hair. The savior pushed back the Queen's messy dark strands from her face and whispered soothing things to her, pushing the nightmare far away with her gentle caresses and light kisses to her crown.
Regina hummed her contentment as Emma ran her fingers over her scalp. "You really are a stupid girl," the Queen finally stated.
"I don't know about that," Emma said with a chuckle.
"You know nothing, Miss Swan."
"What I do know is that everyone deserves compassion, even if they believe they don't."
"As I said, you are a stupid girl."
"Perhaps." Emma leaned down and kissed the Queen's crown once more relishing in the ability to do so. "Are you okay?"
"If I say yes, will you leave?" Regina asked.
"Not if you want me to stay," Emma replied quietly. When Regina didn't reply Emma added, "No one is here but us. I know you have a hard time with appearing…" She hummed as she thought of the word she wanted to use because she didn't want to say 'weak,' but that is what she meant. "fragile, but Regina, you don't have to worry about that with me. I think you are the strongest woman I've ever met in my life. I will never tell another living soul about what happens between us."
"Because I'd kill you."
Emma chuckled and then leveled out her tone to carry the weight of her sincerity, "No, because I care about you and it would displease you."
"Idiot," the Queen huffed. Then after a moment when Emma didn't say anything she added quietly, "I'm not unbinding you."
"Of course, Your Majesty," Emma said as she pulled Regina tighter to her chest and settled down to sleep with the woman she loved in her arms.