This is it! This is Regina's side of the story :)

I hope you'll find it puts certain things into perspective, as it does for me.

At first I was going to post the different parts separately, but I've got the feeling you prefer longer chapters and I guess it's better for the flow too :)

To the guest reviewer who mentioned that they don't understand why Emma doesn't even give Regina a chance to explain herself,
especially while she's crying and sounding genuine. I guess I imagine Emma to be so hurt because she's not used to putting herself in a vulnerable position. With Regina, she kind of naturally rolled into the situation where she was the submissive, something she found pleasure and a sense of freedom in... But aside from that... She also needs to feel valued and desired. Not just a sexual object but a sexual being.

I guess that's what she'd really expected to take place when she needed it and then it didn't.

The fact that she doesn't want to hear Regina's explanation might even have to do with the fact that the woman is so emotional.
Due to her tough youth, Emma's no stranger to emotional manipulation. So I guess, it makes sense for her to just turn around and leave when she has the feeling that that's what's happening.

Thank your for reading and sharing your thoughts! I hope that made a little bit of sense :)
Now on with the show!

NEED ME

REGINA'S SIDE PART 1

What I thought when I hired Emma Swan?

I honestly can not recall what exactly it was…. but I am rather certain I wasn't thinking straight…

I remember that day being a stressful one.

Lots of meetings, disappointing ones, the promise that my mother would come to visit me somewhere in the nearby future and one hell of a headache.

And then she entered my office.

Entirely unprepared and seemingly inadequate. I don't even think she'd combed her hair for the occasion.

I have to be honest though… I wasn't actually looking for an assistant.

The work that I required to have done included restricted information and I obviously wasn't about to give that in hands of an inexperienced intern.

Somehow I had ended up with a candidate in front of me though.

I was about to tell her to not waste her breath when I realized how very badly she didn't even wanted to be there in the first place.

She sat down, with a heavy sigh and positioned herself in the chair in front of me as masculine as she could manage.

It almost looked like she did it on purpose and I had to suppress my laughter.

She instantly stirred something inside of me. This blonde gorgeous girl that looked so utterly annoyed to be there, stirred something inside of me.
And I suddenly felt so very ready to start that interview I so hoped she was going to mess up.

She did not disappoint. Oh, not at all.

I was pleasantly surprised by the way she was trying to bullshit her way around my question though.

She might not have had a clue of what I was talking about she didn't strike me as an unintelligent person either. This pleased me.

I also detected that there was something inside of her that she wasn't aware of herself.

How so? See, on the one hand she was putting up this tough girl act…

But she was clearly nervous as well.

She cared. I figured it couldn't have been because she so desperately wanted the job.
If she did, she would have at least looked up beforehand what the company's biggest successes were…

She hadn't…

So that left me with the conclusion that what she cared about, now that she was seated in front of me…was my impression of her.
Another thing that pleased me immensely.

I didn't want it to stop. The way she made me feel. Powerful and special. It sounds weird, I know.
But the moment I heard myself tell her that she was hired my heart did something crazy. It fluttered. My heart didn't normally do that.
It had a steady beat and sometimes it ached for things I was unable to define. But that moment… it fluttered.

The shock on her face was priceless and I tried hard and succeeded in keeping mine straight.

As I said, I can not tell you exactly what it was that made me hire her…

But I was definitely not thinking straight.


REGINA'S SIDE PART 2

That particular day I found myself on the phone with the personification of poison, aka mama Mills.

I had about bitten my tongue raw while keeping myself from groaning and even yelling at her. Because god forbid I'd ever talk back at her.

For you to understand how much in control she was of me and my entire life... Allow me to explain...

For example... As a young girl I had been very athletic. Choosing one sport was impossible for me so I did four.

Horseback riding, swimming, running and fencing. I found it all thrilling.
I loved the wind in my hair, the sweat on my back, the thrill I found in horseback riding, the world beneath my feet when I ran,
the weightlessness when I was swimming, the predatory side of sword fighting.

Group sports were absolutely off limits.

I had been in a tennis club but when I turned twelve and had foolishly been too obvious of my crush on one of my female teachers,
my mother had forbidden me to be too close with other girls.

Afraid of my homosexual side to bloom while I was going through puberty.

I don't know what her convictions were, really...
But she seemed to be convinced that as long as she could keep me away from women until I'd passed puberty I would be healed.

She'd, of course, failed... And as soon as I went to university I had many sexual partners... exclusively females.
I loved to be in charge whenever I found myself between the sheets with one.

It came naturally. Nothing too extreme, just that I mostly took the lead.

Relationships weren't for me.

I was capable of friendships but no one peeked my interest enough for me to really want to invest in getting to know the person I was sleeping with...
letting them know me.

And I didn't feel like wasting time.

Mother of course set me up with a lot of what she believed were suitable gentlemen... But really turned out to be swines.
I kept attending mother's set ups though... I couldn't possibly defy her. Disrespect her wishes. I didn't want to die just yet.

When she called me that day she had an endless litany ready for me about how worthless of a woman I had proven myself to be over the last three decades.

It was about time I settled down and took care of a man that would provide generously for me...
preferably one with a huge name and even larger amounts of money.

It's what she believed me good for. Being a trophy wife. My whole life I had smiled and nodded.
Done as she wanted me to… But deep in myself I felt like an entirely different person.

I needed more than what she believed me destined for.

But there was no way of communicating that to her.
Conversation was a one way thing and I was never the source.

Being the boss of a successful insurance company was not my childhood dream,
but she'd made it my only choice simply by telling me that was what was going to happen.

Mother had married the former CEO right in time, played her cards right and had made it happen.

I was in charge except I never really was.

She was the puppet master. I was the pretty face. But still, I had a good set of brains, studied hard…
I knew my stuff and did a lot of great things for the company. But one way or another, mother always interfered, always had the last word.
Always breathed down my neck.

The moment she mentioned Davidson incorporate. I wanted to slam my phone into the wall. I'd seen the son.
Charming guy, I'm sure… for someone who's into that.
Only ten years older than me, the absolute youngest one my mother had ever attempted to set me up with.

His name always made me gag though.
His father was called David Davidson and had found it necessary to curse his only son with the exact same monster of a name.
It was none of my concern though… I had nothing to do with any of them. Except mother had different plans.

The way she spoke to me made it sound like the wedding was just weeks away. I felt like I was cattle being sold.
In this case to the richest man of the state. Brainless too though… Their family descended from leeches I'm sure.

Old money that wasn't about to run out, and mother was thirsty for riches.

I was her ticket in and I shouldn't fuss.

I was boiling though. After her monologue she didn't care for anything I had to say.
Not that that surprised me, but it never stopped frustrating me.

I was so tired, ready to crash… and I needed the only drug I'd ever allowed myself to get addicted too. Coffee. Black and strong.

I texted Emma Swan to go get some, knowing full well she must have been bored anyway.

Emma Swan. I remember my mind trailing off.

Initially I'd actively tried to get her on edge. It was a fun game that blew a whole new wind through the monotonous life that I'd been living.

It was so very interesting. She was.

She never gave up… always kept looking at me with those strong green eyes, so pointedly and intense.

But at a certain point, and mainly due to an overdoses of Cora Mills…
I'd felt myself crashing… the feeling manifested itself when at the end of her call, mother had promised to visit me very soon with more details on the arrangement with the Davidsons. I couldn't believe my ears… I honestly thought deals like that were a thing of the past. They weren't.
Much like my mother… they proved to be ever lasting parasites.

Always having been a physical person I felt my body buzzing with anger and hurt. It felt so trapped in her clutches.

And then Emma knocked and entered without waiting for me to tell her to come in. It was perfect.
My worries vanished and I was instantly captivated.


REGINA'S SIDE PART 3

We stared at each other and I detected her worry. I read her carefully like a precious book you can't seem to put away.

My eyes traveled down her face, towards the rest of her. Her body, clad in clothes ruined by the rain, only worthy of ripping apart.
Which is exactly what I felt like doing.

My predatory side became very present when she was around. I was kind of used to it by now. But I could never really be used to it, if that makes sense…

Not enough for it to not be on the very forefront of my mind.

At all times and wonderfully so.

I took a couple of steps towards her and her eyes narrowed a bit in question.
She looked down at herself, noticed how water dripped from her clothes down onto the carpet and then nervously stammered

"Oh shit. I'm sorry... I should"

"Language dear." I chuckled and finally came to stand in front of her.

"You should take these off." I nodded while holding her gaze. Her breath hitched and I felt the energy radiating off of her.

"What do you mean?" She whispered hoarsely. Already so wound up. I loved it.

I decided to not say anything… I leaned forward a bit, wanting to be in her personal space and then pushed the first layer of drenched fabric from her shoulders. It fell on the ground, probably ruining the carpet of my office but I had my eyes on the prize.

I didn't stop... Kept undressing her while she just stood there. Still as a statue.
Until she was wearing nothing but her underwear. Her skin bashfully crimson.

"Miss" She whispered in a voice so shaky the hairs on the back of my neck stood up straight and then there was the way she bit her lip.
So shy and precious.

I was thrilled and excited as I smirked as seductively as I could manage.

"Emma" I leaned in even closer.

Her smile grew wide then... She looked incredibly young in that moment I had to mentally reassure myself that she was past the age of consent.
Thank god for that. The things I wanted to do to her…

"Is this real?" She then breathed out.

And I laughed.

It was so easy how we both fell into our roles of what we were to the other. How she instantly became what I needed her to be.
It was so easy, I realized, because she felt the exact same things for me.

In no time I had her naked in front of me, bend over, buzzing and blushing.

I remember how my mind was filled with images of ways for me to take her… positions for me to take her in…
ones I was almost certain she'd never found herself in but was going to at some point… because I'd tell her so. And she would comply.

For a moment my confidence faltered. What if she had a girlfriend? Boyfriend…. Ugh no… I would not have been able to have stomached such a tragedy.
Or what if… what if she hadn't even lost her innocence yet?

This led me to ask her

"When was the last time you had sex?"

Her first answer sounded so very uncertain, alarming me…

I wanted her to realize that there was no room for lies, not even white ones, between us. Not if we were going to be doing this…

She relented and shared with me the truth. I wished it would have made me feel better. But it didn't.

The bitterness that laced her voice was painful, even for me.

"What's gonna happen with me?" She then asked me in a small and uncertain voice.

It confused me. Was this game we were playing not an obvious one?

I pulled her up and turned her towards me, needing to look her in the eyes.

"I thought... when you came on to me I thought something was going to happen... and then...
I had to strip and this turned into some kind of power play thing and now I just ... am very confused.
I thought for a second I thought... maybe you were attracted to me and I know that's just insane but"

She was cute but she was rambling and I could not have that.

"Miss Swan, shut your mouth." I sternly told her, inwardly praising myself for how authoritative that sounded.

Plus the instant effect it had on her made me pat my inner dominant on the shoulder.

I kept the look in my eyes serious and spoke to her in my voice that sounded all business

"Of course I'm attracted to you. Would I be interested in seeing you without any clothes on if I wasn't?
I understand that you are confused... But I'll explain everything to you in good time. For now, you can put your clothes back on and go home.
It's almost 5 anyway… I'll be in contact with you."

I was on top of the world. I immediately returned to my desk after that.

After redressing, she left quietly… without fussing or uttering another word and I felt a strange sense of pride for her. For me. For us.


REGINA'S SIDE PART 4

Having her follow up my instructions in the restaurant had been an immense success.

She'd done it. All of it.

I'd stayed at our table for another half hour after she'd left. Reveling in what had just taken place.

This was a huge step for both of us and my heart was beating so hard because of it. I felt so incredibly alive.

It wasn't just that I was turned on, although I was very horny as well, but it was the gravity of the situation… that we'd created.
One that felt so right, where it could have easily felt so wrong if both of us hadn't been the right people for it and for each other.

She was very overwhelmed though. I knew what to do and I was ready for it.

The crazy thing… I couldn't even wait to have her in my arms and comfort her. Make her see that all was alright and that she was safe.
That all that had happened was that we were closer to who we really were as well as to each other.

The next day after successfully comforting her,
I felt stronger than I ever had when I succeeded in making her stand up straight with pride again and then our game continued.

The rules were simple and she so determinedly followed them.

The next couple of days went by in a rush of paperwork and meetings.

I remember being particularly stressed that day because of how hyper aware and on edge I constantly was of the fact that I had a meet up with my mother later.

As I went up in the elevator, approaching my floor and office my mind conjured up the most brilliant idea I could have had in that moment.

The doors opened, and there she sat, ready to follow my orders.

I demanded her to follow me into my office and made her please me with her mouth.

The sensations were intense because as much power as I had over her, she completely devoured and owned me too.

She looked so perfect on her knees and all that wasn't her stopped existing.

When we were finished. Well, she was done and I had finished, she grinned up at me and I couldn't tear my eyes away from hers.

What we shared felt so precious, but I remembered how I was supposed to meet with mother soon.
My heart turned cold and I knew I needed to move on from this moment.

I could feel the stress creeping up on me again. At a horribly rapid pace.

I turned cold on Emma too. It hurt her and me both but I was so bad at coping with these kind of feelings like a normal person.

Only when the world consisted of just Emma and me, I could escape my everyday insecurities.

I had turned the switch of the energy that naturally radiated from me towards the girl off.
Not that I ever really could but I tried and formally informed her of my next meeting with Cora Mills.

"That sounds nice." She nodded.

"It's anything but." I told her because it wasn't…
I straightened out my clothes, knowing that I couldn't possibly have a single wrinkle on them when facing the devil.

"Well at least you have a mother." She then suddenly bitterly snapped at me and I had not expected it. I had been so isolated inside of my own head.
So caught up in becoming miserable again.

"Excuse me?" I blurted out in the most insensitive tone I could have possibly used. Because of course… I'm my mother's child and thus… a social monster.

"Whatever. Forget it." She pulled up her shoulders.

The air around us was now so weird and uncomfortable. It was not as things were supposed to be for us.

"Well... I should be going then." I sighed and grabbed my coat. I couldn't even look at her.
That's how ashamed I felt of myself… It wasn't our usual dynamic that we both felt so good with. Not at all.

"Right. I ... should leave. It was... Well…bye then. I mean, good day Miss Mills." She stammered and I wanted to just hit myself in the head.


REGINA'S SIDE PART 5

Meeting up with mother had been bad. It had gone as horrible as I imagined it would go.
She'd arranged for me to have dinner with –what she believed to be- my future husband.
I told her that I didn't have time, that I couldn't possibly make it and that all of it was a lost cause.
Not only did I find the idea of being coupled with some random stranger absurd and incredibly sexist. I was not even into men to begin with.

Let's just say… she hadn't reacted well.

But when I was alone that evening, when I'd changed into my pajamas after taking a much needed warm shower…
my mother and everything she'd said didn't even matter anymore. My mind was entirely full though… but only with thoughts of her

"Emma."

Ultimately, I'd decided to call her. The way she'd left my office had worried me. Or well… the way I'd left my office… had left her… made me worried.

It was obvious that we were in dire need of a talk. I'd clearly hurt her feelings and that was never my intension.

"Miss Mills." Her voice sounded strained and distant.

I didn't like it. I missed her playfulness and nonchalance.

"This is an informal call dear, feel free to call me Regina." I chuckled, hoping to sound casual and make her feel at ease for this conversation.

"We've been in informal situations before... I've always called you Miss..."

She snapped and I swallowed.

Maybe she didn't feel as I did?

"I just wanted to talk." I then told her.

We did. The need for her to trust me had grown so exponentially high that I was more open than I ever had been.

It came naturally. I wanted to take care of her. I wanted to be everything she needed. As much as it confused me… scared me even…
I couldn't possibly betray what came naturally. And most of all… I wanted to make it up to her.

So we spoke freely… I silently cried on my side of the phone.

It seemed we both had mommy-issues. I didn't quite say it like that but we talked about it.

We also talked about the elephant in the room because it was long overdue really.
I asked her straight forward about how she felt as a submissive towards me, her dominant. I so desperately wanted to be her dominant.

The thought alone thrilled me so deeply.

Even though it was all very new to me as well, I knew that's what I wanted.

I made it a priority to educate myself on the matter. I wanted to do this right with her. It moved to the top of my to do list.

And the next day she would be rewarded for the first time. She most certainly deserved it.


REGINA'S SIDE PART 6

Maybe I should have planned something out.

The night before I'd wanted to surf the web and do research on submissive/dominant arrangements.
If I wanted for us to work, and I wanted us to work… I needed to step up and take my responsibility.

I would have been so very prepared, had it not been for the emergency call I'd received from one of our most important partners.
I'd been up half of the night doing research on less thrilling things than I'd have liked.

But my enthusiasm still couldn't be tempered. That day promised to be a good one.

She stepped into my office looking all excited and cute. We both fell into our roles effortlessly.

I locked the door, causing her to visibly shiver.

"Miss Swan. My my... What brings you to my office at 11 sharp?" I teased and played with her. My pretty little prey… that I'd grown so very fond of.

"I'm here to collect, Miss Mills." She dared to smirk.

And I was so ready to give it to her. My eyes traveled the length of her body.

I stepped and reached forward. Painting her figure with my fingers carefully.

But her clothes were in the way, forming a barrier between me and what was mine.

"I want all of these ridiculous clothes gone within the next 5 seconds."

I told her.

On the one hand I wanted to help rid her of her clothes… on the other…
I really enjoyed her stripping on my command so I decided to just stand back and watch.

My mind was summoning up endless amounts of ideas… directions for this situation to go in.
I didn't want to look indecisive in front of her though so I walked towards my chair and pushed it to the middle of my office while forming a plan in my head.

If only I had sticked to the plan.

I hadn't.

When I looked at her… sitting there, in front of me… waiting for me to tell her what to do, I suddenly became overwhelmed with emotion.

I inhaled sharply through my nose and gave her further instructions.

I wanted to reach out and touch her. Touch her all over. But I couldn't allow myself to do that.
If I'd have allowed my hands to wander upon her skin, it would have been so obvious that I wanted more.
Not just to dominate her… but to cherish and care for her too, perhaps one day even love her.

It was too much. More than she wanted and needed. So, it was obvious to me… that I couldn't do that. She still deserved her reward though.

That's why I decided to give her the commands that I did.

The sight was incredible. She looked so nervous and shocked but she instantly followed my instructions none the less. She was so good.

I couldn't have imagined a submissive more perfect than her.

I watched how a thin layer of sweat formed upon her body.

How her breasts trembled wildly and her nipples grew rock hard.

How her clit was entirely swollen and her fingers slickened more each second she touched herself.

Her chest heaved as her breaths grew more labored until her pleasure became vocal. I was captivated by her beauty as she climbed towards her release.

It was too soon. I didn't want it to be over. Most ideally, I wanted to orgasm with her. I wanted to be with her.

But she was just here to collect… I painfully reminded myself

I could stretch it though… I could make it last .
This situation… where I could watch her, enjoy her… devour her with my eyes.

I told her to halt what she was doing… She didn't listen and it instantly furiated me. She was pleasuring herself … for me…
I wanted her to need my permission to feel good. I wanted her to need me.

I told her to stop again but still… she kept going.

On automatic pilot I closed the distance between us and pulled at her rapidly moving wrist. She was incredibly startled.
Her moaning with each exhale continued… but the look in her eyes cut right through my heart. Her greens were red rimmed and wide.
Her mouth was agape and she looked anything but excited at that moment. She looked insecure and hurt.

And I couldn't help but hate myself.

The loathing towards myself only grew as I heard how my voice sternly scolded her for almost cumming without my permission.
It or rather… I was everything she didn't need in that moment but I couldn't help it.
I was freaking out. Catastrophically so.

I was ruining everything between us, while she had been nothing but perfect.

Rewarding her had been a disaster. I had been a disaster.

I wasn't worthy of a submissive… no, of a person… so beautiful.

She left faster than I could manage to get my shit together.

I was alone… but I deserved nothing but the loneliness I'd cursed myself with.


I hope it's okay that I didn't literally re-write every scene.
Instead I opted to just portray how Regina feels about everything that's been going on.
I didn't want it to feel unnecessarily long.

Just one more chapter left!