The week is long. After his visit to the Charming residence, Killian doesn't bother touching himself. He has things to do on his ship, but still thinks about Regina every waking moment. He dreams about her, too. Maybe next time, he thinks to himself, he'll be able to separate his time with Regina from the rest of his life more comfortably.

When it's finally time to knock on her door again, he's downright giddy, and embarrassed about it.

"Hello, dear." Regina purrs, opening the door. She's dressed in dark jeans and a red silk button-down. "Perfect timing. I just got back from dropping Henry off with Swan."

He takes of his coat and shoes, putting everything neatly by the front door. Briefly, he catches a look of approval from Regina and he can't help but smile a little. Then, the door closes, and her face melts to seriousness.

"You're back in my care, Killian. Do you know what that means?" She asks, regarding him coldly.

Unbidden, he drops to his knees so that he can look up at her, "It means I'm yours, Your Majesty."

"Good boy." Regina praises him. "...and it means that you need to immediately rid yourself of those rags. I thought that I'd instilled in you the importance of looking nice while under my roof, but clearly I was wrong."

He goes red up to his ears, realizing that he'd worn his own clothes to the mayor's house instead of the curated clothes he'd worn home the week before. First he opens his mouth to say something casual, to brush off what he's done, but he thinks better of it in the end and just looks at the floor.

"What's the matter? Do you feel guilty?" She asks, studying his face for a reaction. "...good. Now take it off. Everything. Fold it, and put it in your room. I don't want to see anything that ugly in my house ever again."

Killian doesn't understand the power that she has over him already. What they have is new, and his pride has always been important, but he's still practically ripping his clothes off to please her. With one hand, it's difficult to fold them. It reminds him of their first official day together, when he'd folded her underwear. As he picks up his clothes he looks to see if Regina is watching him, and finds that she's engrossed in her phone.

Seeing that he's paused, she finally looks at him.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Go put them away, then come back. Don't get dressed."

There's something about walking naked through the mayor's house that makes him feel exposed and uncomfortable. As he puts his clothes in the back of the closet in his room, he catches his reflection. He looks good, Killian thinks.

Always, he's been confident in his appearance. His hairy chest, muscular limbs, and dashing smile have always served him well. His cock isn't bad either. It's a good length, thick, and uncut. Gripping it, he stands straight in front of the mirror and tries to look like the captain of the Jolly Roger.

It doesn't work. He doesn't want to be in charge. He doesn't want to stand tall. He doesn't want to feel good about himself. He wants to kneel in front of Regina. That train of thought puts something akin to nervousness in his belly, but he does his best to ignore it. Realizing that Regina is probably waiting, he hurries back downstairs.

As it turns out, she's not waiting. When he finds her, she's in her office working.

"Regina?" He calls out, leaning against the doorframe. The look she gives him could kill. "Er, Your Majesty."

"That's two mistakes you've made since arriving. Your dreadful clothes, and referring to my incorrectly. I thought that you learned something last week, but apparently I was wrong. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry."

"Not good enough." She said tersely, going back to her computer. "Try again."

"I'm sorry, your majesty."

"Did you listen to me, or not? I said not good enough. Even you should know that an apology means nothing if you don't know what it's for."

"I'm sorry, your majesty." He grits his teeth a little. While he was away, it was easy to turn this into a fantasy. Now that he's back, Killian remembers how hard it can be to submit. "I'm sorry for dressing poorly and calling you by the wrong name."

"Better, but you still need to be punished. Come with me." Regina stands, approaches, and walks past him. Killian follows her to the living room, where she sits down in an expensive-looking leather chair. He stands in front of her, and waits.

"I had something fun planned for you. Thankfully, I haven't scheduled it until later. For now, I think that you need to remember what it's like to be a fixture in my household." She leans back. "Kneel in front of me. Knees and elbows on the carpet, head down. Face the door."

It's an easy command to follow. He finds himself in front of her, sideways to the chair.

"Are you comfortable?" She asks.

"Yes, Your Majesty." He answers honestly.

"Good." There's a sudden pressure on his back, and he realizes that Regina has put up her feet on him like he's a piece of furniture. A fixture in her household? She wants him to be a fucking footstool. He expected a harder punishment. "Thirty minutes. Don't move, and don't speak. Every time you break your posture, I will add on five. If this goes too long due to your disobedience, I won't follow through with my plans. I was going to fuck you today, you know."

"Really?" He asks automatically, his heart-rate picking up.

"What did I say?" She scolds. You are not to speak. "Thirty-five minutes." Kilian's glad she can't see his face, because it's flushed with embarrassment. He bites his lip, and focuses on staying still. He hears a page turn, and realizes that she's reading.

It takes ten minutes (he guesses) for his knees to start to hurt. His neck and elbows follow, then his back. He wants to ask her how long it's been, but doesn't dare. Soon, he becomes frustrated. Barely in the door, and she's already punishing him? That isn't fair. Or...maybe it is. He'd made two mistakes, after all. It isn't fair, he thinks again, but not because of her. It's because of him. He couldn't even go five minutes without making a mistake.

All that he wants to do is move, or speak up, or do anything to make him acknowledge him. It's been a week, and he doesn't want this. He wants to be spoiled, not sore and ignored on the floor. Every minute or so he'll tense up, then relax, trying to stretch a little without breaking his position. Eventually he even stops that, his thoughts fading as staying still became the only thing he could focus on.

"Your time is up." Regina announces nonchalantly as she removes her feet. Killian practically collapses onto the plush carpet, moving into a long stretch. He doesn't resist when he feels the toe of Regina's show nudging at him, and obediently turns onto his back. Her foot goes to his stomach, holding him down. "Do you remember what I said before, Killian?"

"About what, Your Majesty?" He asks, looking up at her.

"About fucking you."

"I…" His mouth gapes. "Yes…"

"And do you trust me?"

He nods again.

"Good." Kneeling beside him, Regina pulls Killian up into a sitting position and methodically rubs his elbows and knees until all of the feeling is back. She doesn't resist when the pirate sags against her, and even pets his hair a little after. "Go upstairs, and pick out something pretty. I'll join you shortly."

With her orders in his head, Killian is off like a bullet. He picks out a lacy, navy set, and then sits naked on the bed to wait. Staring at the panties, he bites his lip. He hadn't thought this was going to happen so soon, but god he wants it. It's been all he can think about.

"I like that color." Regina observes from the door. She has a bottle of lube and one of the larger plugs in her hand. Killian stares at it as she sits down next to him. "Do you want to do this now, or would you rather wait?" She asks. "I understand that it's a b-"

"I want it now, Your Majesty!" He says before he can help himself. "I, uh-I apologize for interrupting you, but, I...I want it now."

"So eager." She laughs. "...alright. In that case, bend over the bed." Her eyes darken, and he feels the mood shift. Scrambling, he does as he's told and arches his back, legs spread and ass up, like she's taught him. "Good boy," she murmurs, giving his ass a little slap. There are wet fingers rubbing against his hole a moment later.

"This is going to be a long night, dear." Regina talks to him as her fingers methodically twist and move, opening him up. He moans into the sheets, remembering their last encounter like this. "First, I'm going to loosen that hole of yours. Then, I'm going to plug it up. I don't want to fuck you right away. I want you to feel yourself spread open, and think about how much better you would feel if I was fucking you into the mattress."

He digs his fingernails into his palms and pushes back against her fingers. His cock hangs half-hard between his legs.

"This is easier than last time. Have you been practicing, dear?" She asks, pausing when his only response is a groan. "Answer me!"

"Yes!" He gasps out. "I used your present."

"I knew you would. Couldn't help yourself, could you? You greedy little slut." Another slap, and he bites his lip. "I can't believe I'm the first one to use you this way. It's clearly what you were made for." At this point she has four fingers in him, and all Killian can do is respond yes yes yes.

Her hand pulls away and he whimpers, only relaxing when it's replaced by the head of the plug. At it's widest, it's a little thicker than what she's going to be fucking him with later. It's the biggest thing he's had in him yet, and it feels weird once it's in. Weird, but…

"No touching!" Regina smacks away his hand when he tries to touch himself. "Get dressed."

Legs a little wobbly, he rolls over and does as he's told, pulling on the panties and bra he'd laid out. Reaching behind himself, he rubs the plug through his underwear, feeling the hard flared base through the silk on his ass.

"Do you like it?" Regina asks, smoothing down his bra after giving his nipples a little pinch. He nods enthusiastically, finding himself slowly falling into a headspace where he's not worried about what people think anymore, just what makes Regina happy. It's the clothes that do it, he thinks vaguely. "Good, that makes me very happy, Killian. Now come downstairs with me, dear. I want to watch the news."

"Then will you do it?" He asks hopefully, toes curling into the carpet a little.

"If you're good." She breathes out, pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw. "Can you be good for me, Killian Jones?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

She takes him to the same armchair, but doesn't have him kneel. Instead, she pats her own thigh. He hesitates for a moment, and then climbs into her lap, feeling awkward and large. Her leg is between both of his own, pressing against the plug and his balls. Experimentally, he pushes down a little. It feels good.

"Careful, dear. If you come, I won't fuck you." She warns, turning on the weather.

"But I can?..." He moves down again, feeling the toy in his ass move a little.

"Yes, dear."

The next twenty minutes are torture, but it's his fault. He keeps rutting down against her thigh, his cock making an obscene wet patch against the fabric. He doesn't dare touch his cock, but the pressure that the mayor's lap provides is enough to keep him horribly hard. For her part, Regina doesn't pay attention to the fact that he's humping her like a dog.

Instead, she gently rubs his back and makes observations about what's in front of her. It's going to be a dry summer, apparently. Like Killian gives a fuck. When he hears the television turn off, he stills.

"Well?" Regina asks, moving to slip her fingers under the thin fabric on his chest and twist. Killian whimpers and arches his back, wanting more. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." He murmurs, shuddering as her other hand slips into his panties to grip the base of his cock painfully hard.

"Tell me exactly what you're ready for."

"For you to fuck me."

"Not enough."

"I'm ready for you to fuck me, Your Majesty?" He tries again, wiggling down against her to try and get more friction.

"One more time, Killian. Tell me what you want me to do to you. Tell me what you've never let anyone do to you before." He can feel her breath against the back of his neck. "Tell me that you want me inside of you."

"I want you inside of me!" He says immediately, his movements a little frantic, even though Regina is doing a good job of holding him in place. "Your Majesty, I want you to fuck me! Please, please, please…"

"Good. Your room or mine?"

"I...yours?" He asks quietly.

"Okay. Come on, come with me." She lets him go, and they make their way upstairs. "Sit, and wait." He does as he's told, and watches her go into the bathroom attached to the master bedroom. When the door opens, she's changed. Her hair is pulled up, and she's wearing a simple black bra designed more for comfort than anything else. His gaze moves down, and there it is.

The red toy she'd showed him the week before is hanging between her legs, attached to a harness that looks like a pair of tight black shirts with an ring in the front. The length is a little bigger than his own, and god, he wants it. For a moment, he forgets that this isn't just about his arousal. Then, she speaks.

"Turn around, ass up. Just like earlier." She said coolly, and he obeys. "How many women have you done this to?" She continues, walking up to him and robbing the base of the plug through his panties. "In fact, how many women have you talked into sleeping with you? I'm sure none of them were satisfied with that thing between your legs. I'm sure you only thought of yourself." She pulls down his panties just below the swell of his ass.

"Apologize to them. Apologize for how poorly you fucked them."

"I…" It takes him a minute.

"Killian, now. Before I change my mind. Apologize for thinking that you have anything to offer."

"I'm sorry," He finally says, "I'm sorry!"

"For?"

"For only thinking of myself, for not being any good at it!" There are tears in his eyes, because his ego is getting torn to shreds. She pulls at the plug a little, and he almost sobs. "Please, please…"

"Mm? Use your words." She sounds so uninterested in what they're doing. It makes his dick throb.

"Please fuck me. Please show me what I did wrong." She pulls, and slowly the plug slides out of him. He clenches around nothing, and claws at the sheets. "Please!"

"Yes? You've been so good with your words, Killian, don't stop now."

"Please fuck me." He breathes out, shivering as he feels her pour lube onto his hole. It's cold. "I need it in me, please…" The tip of the toy presses against his hole, and he almost goes limp from relief.

"Don't you dare touch yourself." Regina whispers in his ear as she sinks into him, her breasts against his back. "You were happy enough to rut like a dog downstairs, and that's what you're going to do now. That's all you're good for. I'm only doing this to show you what a goddamned harlot you are, Killian. You don't deserve this from me. Thank me for being so kind."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" He responds as she starts to move. She's gripping his hips hard, and he can feel the panties under his ass stretching with every thrust. "Thank you, thank you!"

"Good boy." The praise makes his thoughts melt together, and all that he can think about is how good it feels to have her moving inside of him, and how the drag of his cock against the bedcovers isn't enough. It isn't enough, but he doesn't trust himself to try touching himself. He's learned that much.

"I hope you learn something from this, but you probably won't. Men like you are so dull, Killian. This is nothing compared to what else I'm going to teach you. What else I'm going to do to you." She's whispering in his ear as she thrusts, her voice amazingly calm considering what she's doing. "You thought that the last time I hit you was bad? Just wait. You're never going to be able to sit down again once I'm through with you. I'm going to keep your ass raw and red for the rest of your life."

"I'll keep your pathetic dick caged so long you won't remember what an orgasm feels like. I'll fuck you with something wider than my fist. This is going to feel like making love once I'm through with you, Killian. You have no idea how thankful you should be, how merciful I'm being, how gentle I've been since you agreed that you belong to me."

He wails, and pushes back against her.

"Yes!" He agrees. "Yes, please, say it again! I'm yours!"

"You belong to me." She repeats, her voice hitching just a little. "You're mine."

He's crying openly as he comes, and she doesn't stop. Her pace is brutal even after he's ridden out his orgasm. She keeps going until all it does is hurt. When she slows and pulls out, he's limp against the mattress, and barely awake. Killian hears her move, and briefly panics. Where has she gone? As he's about to get up, he feels her sit.

"Come on," she has him roll over, and pulls down the ruined panties, letting them fall to the floor. He starts to apologize for ruining them, but she shushes him. "Drink."

There's a glass of water at his lips. Once it's empty, he lets her guide him under the covers, and into her arms. As he starts to fall asleep, he thinks back to what she'd said before. This was only the beginning? Against Regina's shoulder, he smiles.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."