As Emma Swan struggled to pull herself from unconsciousness, she felt a weight shift on her chest, and she breathed in what was unmistakably her Queen. It was real. It was real, and she is still here. She slid her hand over bare flesh that was wrapped around her and pulled it closer. The brunette in her arms stirred and stretched out her muscles pushing her bare center against the leg between her thighs. Emma started peppering Regina's crown and forehead with annoying feather light kisses; the Queen in her arms futilely tried to swat her away.
"I'm still sleeping Miss Swan," Regina grumbled into the Savior's chest without opening her eyes. She waved her hand near her crown and frowned when she struck nothing but air. She changed tactics and slid her hand up the blonde's neck and grabbed the girl's chin and gave her cheek a mild swat. "Sleeping!" she pouted.
Emma chuckled, unable to hold in her happiness. "It's almost 8, and I'm pretty sure my parents are awake. My little brother is an early riser."
The mention of the idiots yanked the Mayor from her peaceful rest, and her eyes bolted open. "Okay. I'm up."
"You're going to come downstairs with me right?"
"Good god no!"
"Really?" Emma looked hurt, and Regina's dark heart panged in her chest. "I think I'm going to invoke my Royal right to skip the interrogation portion of breaking this news to your mother."
"I.. I mean, you do want me to… tell them, right?" the blonde asked, nervous that the Queen would want to keep her a secret. That she was ashamed of what they had, worried more so that Regina didn't really want this to be a real relationship and last night only happened because she was upset over her cheating boyfriend and was reacting to the overwhelming feelings that getting her memories back brought up.
"You have to tell them, Emma, how else will you explain moving into my home?" Regina asked confused as to where Emma's mind was.
"You want me to move in?" Emma's look held the shock she felt. She had fully expected to be pushed aside and let down.
"I desire it greatly my pet. As you are well aware, I get what I want," she teased, and dark kiss-bruised lips split wide in a satisfied smirk. This confirmation relaxed the Savior visibly, and Regina pulled her into a kiss. "You are mine Miss Swan, and now that I've got you back, I'm never letting go."
"So is that what you want me to tell Snow? I'm yours?"
"Are you asking me to label us my pet?" Regina asked amused.
"Maybe," Emma shyly bit her lip.
Dark eyes leveled a look, and she replied, "Call me your girlfriend, call me your fiancée, call me Your Queen, call me whatever it is you need to in order to acquaint the fact that you belong to me Miss Swan, I care not for labels." Her hand slid up and grabbed at the blonde's bare breast, "You are mine. For the remainder of your existence. You belong to me. That is all that I care for." Emma groaned as Regina bit into her fleshy breast drawing up a perfectly round bruise letting it go with a pop. "When you are done with the inquisition, come home, and I'll prepare you lunch, it has been far too long since I've nourished my pretty little pet." She leaned in and nipped at Emma's lower lip. "It has been far too long for so many things dear, and we have much to discuss."
Emma's eyes hooded and she nodded in complete compliance, until the Queen's words registered in her mind, "What things Majesty?"
"Like boundaries, in public, around our child. Unless you would like to explain to our 13-year-old why his birth mother is naked on her knees during meals?" Her face held that of a serious question and Emma wasn't entirely sure if the woman was joking or if she wanted an answer, so she shook her head no with a scowl.
"I certainly hope not dear!" the brunette chuckled. "So will you come home after?"
"Of course my Queen."
Regina took her time departing the company of the Savior much to Emma's pleasure, but when she had, Emma got up and dressed; feeling like she had a new lease on life. She had an ear to ear grin on her face and a bounce in her step as she bounded down the metal staircase towards the happy Charming family.
David was feeding her little brother carrots, and the kid had it everywhere, staining the boy's skin. She kissed him on the cleanest part of his head she could find and snarked, "You look like an Oompa Loompa little man!" and grabbed a piece of bacon off of her father's plate and bit it in half. David smirked and looked over to his wife, "Someone's in a good mood," he said trying to mask his grin.
"Good morning sweetheart! Will your little friend be joining us for breakfast, honey?" her mother questioned innocently. Emma stopped mid-chew in shock.
Did they know? No…
"Or did he sneak out the window and slide down the drain pipe to avoid your father's wrath?" She asked and snorted through her chuckle.
He? Uh…Oh...
"Oh don't look so surprised honey! Even if you weren't looking so radiant this morning, you weren't exactly quiet last night."
Emma's cheeks burned with a red-hot blush, and she popped the rest of the bacon into her mouth.
Guess we are doing this now.
"It's so good to see you finally happy again. So? Is he still up there?" Her mother prodded placing a plate with eggs, bacon of her own and hash browns in front of her. The brunette then turned to stand against the counter and took a sip of her coffee out of her 'World's Greatest Grandma' mug Henry bought her last mother's day.
"Uh, no," Emma answered honestly, sitting down at the counter next to her father.
"Did he really sneak out of the window?" Snow asked with disappointment.
"The window? No. Um, about that…" she couldn't help but smile looking down at her plate, she was just so damn happy.
"Awe… I wanted to give him the 'What are your intentions with my daughter' talk!" David pouted. It was a heroic manly pout, but it was a pout nonetheless. "I didn't get a good and proper frightened response from Captain Douchebag."
"Dad!" Emma exclaimed.
Right, they don't know he is dead. Well, that will be a talk for a different day.
"Okay look… um…" Her phone buzzed in her back pocket, and she was almost relieved for the distraction. Why is this so hard?
Madam Mayor: Quit stalling my pet
Madam Mayor: Hurry up and come home!
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"Holy crap," Emma whispered out loud as the photo of her Queen's cleavage loaded on the phone in front of her.
"What's wrong honey, is it Henry?" her father asked.
"Definitely not," Emma said with a blush.
"Oh, so your friend.." her mother smiled knowingly. "So who is he?"
"It isn't a he," Emma replied and looked up to gage her mother's response. The shock on Snow White's face was exactly what Emma had expected, the woman's mouth was agape, and she looked between horrified and embarrassed.
"Oh well, um… I didn't realize. I thought you and Hook were…"
"We were, sort of, well he wanted to be and well I sort of let stuff happen, but no, um yeah she is more than just a girl though."
"Well I'm sure if she has caught your eye honey, she is one of a kind," her father said supportively.
"It's Regina," Emma blurted out, tact being a virtue she did not possess.
A loud crash startled the two blondes, and the baby; who let out a terrified scream. Emma's head snapped up to look at her mother who just lost all color in her already pale complexion. "Mom?"
After soothing his son, David jumped to his wife's aid, quickly cleaning up the broken shards of the coffee mug that had exploded around her feet.
"Regina?" Snow asked confused, "When?... But she's with Robin!" Her face donned the lost look of a woman in proper shock. "When did this? How did this? W-Why? Wait! What? She's… a woman!"
Emma nodded with a smile waiting for her mom's brain to catch up to the conversation.
"She's… She's… my stepmother! Emma!" Snow shouted in chastising exasperation.
"Okay, I did start this conversation telling you that she was indeed a female. Second, she is practically the same age as you Snow, the fact that she was your stepmother is just gross and speaks volumes about the King. And lastly, Robin is a Keebler elf that smells like forest because he uses dead leaves and tree bark as deodorant!" She smirked with satisfaction at her endless supply of insults she had for the man and then remembered her point, "That schmuck was a complete moron and cheated on her!"
"So what, you're her rebound?! Absolutely NOT!"
"No, wait, what?"
"I forbid it!" Snow bellowed.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, I think you heard me well enough young lady!"
Emma gave her head a shake at the pure madness that was going on before her. "I'm an adult!"
"You're still my daughter!"
"I'm older than you!" Emma barked back.
Logistics flustered the princess who found her argumentative footing after a moment. "Only technically and only because of that... That.. woman! I don't care! No!"
"Really? Everything was good to go when you thought it was a beard that snuck out of my window instead of a queen!"
"Not just A queen Emma, THE Queen! The Evil Queen! The woman who killed your grandfather!"
"Need I remind you that you are becoming friends with that woman?"
"That doesn't mean I want her… defiling… my daughter! IN MY HOUSE! Oh my GODS Emma EW!" Snow roared.
David put his hand on his wife's shoulder to calm the woman down a decibel or six, "Okay, you both clearly have strong opinions about this, but Snow honey, she is an adult."
Snow folded her arms over her chest in defiance, and he continued, "No matter who's older than whom, that doesn't matter. She is an adult. Now Emma," he looked at his daughter with care and compassion, "I understand this is all new and exciting. The Queen is a very very good looking woman…"
Snow unfolded her arms from her chest and placed them on her hips and looked at him incredulously with an open mouth.
"I mean just sort of good looking."
"Very very good looking David?" his wife accused.
"I said sort of good-looking if you like that kind of thing, which I don't. At all." He shook his head emphatically to prove to his wife his conviction. "But clearly Emma does, so… uh…" He turned his attention back to his daughter and his point. "You know, I get it… but...I think maybe you are rushing into things here and perhaps you need to take a step back and re-evaluate how this potential relationship will affect those around you."
Emma's anger was fueled by the sheer audacity of these two people who were supposed to be her parents, unconditional love and all that! "I am not rushing into things! I spent over six months with that woman back in the Enchanted Forest, every waking moment I was with her and I..."
"Wait, what?" Snow asked confused.
Oops.
"You were with the Evil Queen Emma? The EVIL Evil Queen?! During her most Evil? The entire time you were in the past? Did… Did she… hurt you? Was she the one who…" Snow's eyes started to well up at the memories of her daughter's battered and broken body when she first came home.
"No! Well, technically ye… but NO! No. Listen,"
"NO! I will NOT listen! When you came home, you were in really bad shape, and REGINA did that to you!? And you're what, going back to her? SHE ABUSED YOU EMMA!"
Emma sat silent, shaking her head at her mother's complete lack of understanding.
"That gash on your back, did she.. Cut you?"
"NO! I saved her life from an assassin! If I hadn't been there, she would have DIED!" Emma shouted.
Snow doubled over and gasped for breath, "You… you… saved her? Someone could have killed the Evil Queen and you… you… STOPPED THEM?! Don't you realize she was hunting me?! She could have killed me!" she said incredulously.
"She didn't kill you!"
"She could have!"
"But she DIDN'T!"
"She would have if I had given her half a chance!"
"OHHHH!" Emma cried out, "Stop being so obtuse mother!"
"Obt... I'M being obtuse?! You're telling me you want to be with a woman who uses you as a punching bag!"
"She doesn't punch me! It's just a thing! And.."
"It's SICK! The whole thing is disgusting, and I will NOT have it in my house!"
"That's fine. I'm leaving anyway!" Emma yelled back like the child her mother was making her feel. She got up from the table and marched over to the door forcefully swinging it open before turning back to the Charming's and yelled, "Set aside the fact that I am in love with her, If she had died in the past Snow, MY SON would NEVER have been born!" She slammed the door on her way out of the apartment tears streaming down her face. She got into her yellow VW and punched the steering wheel repeatedly. "FUUUUUCK!" she screamed out into her empty car.
She needed her Queen. Everything went so awful so quickly. She needed Regina.
Everything I touch turns to shit.
Emma got out of her vehicle after pulling up in front of the Mayor's mansion and jogged up to the door. Her mind was swimming with self-deprecating taunts causing the tears to stream down unhindered. She knocked loudly, and as if the Queen were waiting mere inches from the door, Regina pulled it open immediately, a predatory smile across her face ready to welcome home her pet.
The blonde's red eyes and fresh tears wiped the joy from the Queen's face. "I'm going to rip that woman's heart out!" Regina spat as she reached out for her little blonde savior and pulled her into a warm protective embrace. "I'm sorry pet. I should have stayed with you."
Emma, now in the security of her Queen's arms, allowed herself to feel everything she pushed down while in her parent's loft and broke down. The Queen closed the door against the outside world and held her girl, shushing her and soothing her with gentle kisses.
"N-no, it's okay Regina, I understand. I-I just, I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't that!" Emma sniffled into the brunette's chest significantly more calm than she had been before coming home to her Queen.
"No, I should have stayed. It is my job to protect you my love, and I failed today. I just wanted to…" Regina's voice trailed off, and she pulled Emma back to look her in the eye, almost instinctively knowing what her girl needed at that moment. "I have a surprise for you, pet."
"For me?" Emma's voice was small and vulnerable.
Regina nodded, "Just for you good girl." The Queen remembered how the blonde responded so long ago to her praise and she was delighted to see the effect was still as strong. She clasped her hand over Emma's and towed her into her home office. Standing behind the desk, she waved her hand over the wall, which after a shimmer of magic revealed a blood-red door. Regina slipped her fingers down into the depths of her bodice and pulled out a pair of matching skeleton keys and handed one to Emma. She slid the other one into the lock of the door, and with a click, it creaked open revealing a spiral staircase that led down somewhere beneath the house.
Emma's eyes were wide with wonder, and Regina held a sly smile the blonde knew all too well. She followed the brunette down the grated metal staircase that opened up into a dark red playroom. "You have a playroom?" Emma asked with a mixture of awe and excitement.
The woman's jealousy was but an open book to the brunette and Regina moved to set her pet's mind at ease. "We have a playroom. I came home this morning to create this place. This did not exist before today, Emma."
An embarrassed smile crossed the Savior's thin lips, and she internally chastised herself for jumping to conclusions. "You made this for me?"
"Yes, my girl. With your proclivity for eliciting punishments from your Queen, I figured we ought to have a safe, soundproof space with the proper means of correcting such behavior."
I need this right now. I need to be hers. I need to not be the Sheriff, or the Savior, or anyone's disappointment. I need to be her pet. I need to follow her orders because that is all I can handle right now.
Emma looked around the room, and the setup was very similar to the Queen's playroom in her castle, which made Emma feel nostalgic for home but also comfortable like this place was indeed theirs. She walked around the room with wide eyes, taking in all the Mayor had prepared. There was an elaborate closet that housed outfits for both of them and a workbench that lined the wall with a plethora of toys for her Queen to use on her.
Emma let her fingers slide over the leather of the crops and cattails and lifted an eyebrow back at her Queen when she discovered the wide selection of dildos, butt plugs, and anal beads.
"The internet is a fantastic tool Miss Swan," Regina responded with a wicked smirk. Emma chuckled and went back to her exploration.
The far wall had a set of manacles hanging from ceiling-bound chains, and several eye loops were anchored into the wall to leave the Mayor's options open. There was a queen-sized four-poster bed fitted with black satin sheets and was already outfitted with restraints. Emma's center burned hot with desire, and she looked back to the brunette who was watching her take in her surroundings. "It's perfect," she said shyly.
"You're perfect," Regina replied and kissed her girl on the forehead. "Do you remember your Queen's rules pet?"
Emma lowered her eyes and nodded, "I remember Majesty."
"Splendid. Now, kneel," Regina commanded, and Emma complied instantly lowering herself and her gaze to the floor. Regina walked over to the toy rack and picked out a thin collar for her pet to wear. She noticed as her fingers danced over the expanse of the blonde's neck that Emma's pulse point was beating rapidly, so much so Regina could see the beat with her eyes. Once the collar was in place, Regina leaned down and pulled pale flesh into her warm mouth, sinking her teeth into the softness that was the Savior's neck. She felt powerful and drunk off of the control she wielded over the blonde.
"Be a good girl and remove your clothing and then come kneel by your Queen," she whispered and then smirked when she saw the untempered look of desire that passed over the blonde's fair features.
"Yes, my Queen." Emma complied quickly and then knelt down next to the chair Regina sat upon.
Regina hooked a thin leather leash through the D ring on the blonde's collar and adjusted herself to accommodate the newfound lake of desire that soaked her underwear. The table before her held a wide variety of finger foods and Emma's stomach growled because she had not eaten the breakfast that was prepared for her that morning.
Regina's desire was white hot as she relished in the submission of her Savior. Soft lips grazed the palm of her hand as the Sheriff obediently consumed what the Mayor had to offer. "You are mine. In every way. I nourish you, pet. You belong to me," Regina goaded both herself and the blonde, feeding into each of their desires to be both ruled and owned.
"Are you thirsty my pet?" Regina asked, her voice husky and low.
"Yes Majesty," Emma answered and then gaped as Regina proceeded to remove her bodice releasing the most perfect set of breasts Emma has ever seen.
Dear god is she going to breastfeed me?! Emma's eyes grew wide as that thought instantly made her wet.
You are a sick twisted bitch Swan.
She tried her best to hide her disappointment when her Queen lifted a mug from the table, pulled the blonde by her leash and let the cool water pass over her chest into the Savior's mouth.
"That's it my pet, drink of your Queen." She watched with hooded desire as the blonde lapped up the liquid from her skin. She magically made the tankard she held bottomless and relished in the imagery before her. The control over the Savior was heady and fed into her natural desire she has always had for her friend.
Having drunk her fill, Emma wrapped her lips around one of Regina's tight nipples. The thought of actually sating her thirst from the woman herself was powerful, and as she grabbed Regina's neglected breast in the palm of her hand, she noticed the tiny drop of clear fluid appear out of the tip of Regina's nipple. She stopped cold and focused on that small droplet. Her breath hitched as the drop got heavy and threatened to fall. Nothing else existed to the blonde, and she took her Queen into her mouth and greedily sucked and moaned at the taste that flooded her tongue.
Regina gasped in a mixture of surprise and desire. She slid her fingers through Emma's blonde locks and scratched her nails over her scalp allowing the woman to drink of her for a moment. "You're using magic on your Queen without her permission pet," she whispered. Emma stiffened and pulled back from her feast and turned beet red, "I-I'm sorry, I thought… you had… I'm sorry!" She hadn't realized it was something that she herself had done, and she had honestly thought Regina had…
Had what you idiot, read your mind?!
The embarrassment read clear in the blonde's features, and Regina soothed the girl, "It is perfectly okay my pet." Regina chuckled and slid her palm under the woman's dimpled chin. "It was not unpleasant. I just require you to seek permission before performing magic on me is all."
"Yes, Majesty. I'm sorry I didn't realize that I was the one doing it."
"Be mindful of yourself my sweet girl. You are quite powerful." Regina's thumb slid over Emma's cheekbone. Her skin was still hot to the touch as the girl's embarrassment lingered. "I insist you tell me and be honest, with what you desire Emma, always."
"Yes my Queen," Emma fidgeted anxiously.
"What is it?"
"Am I still your favorite Majesty?" Emma asked, and internally chastised herself for her pathetic need to confirm the Mayor's feelings toward her.
"No," Regina stated firmly and watched as the blonde's face registered surprise, then disappointment and finally pulling her features into a worried pout.
"Oh," Emma said softly trying not to feel the hurt she was feeling. She didn't fully understand the implications of her Queen's answer and her mind started spinning out with self-loathing.
Regina waited but a moment watching her pet's wheels turn before she decided to rescue the girl from her mental beratement.
She wound the leash around her hand to grip the thick leather tight; She pulled the blonde until her green eyes looked up into the stone cold, no-nonsense glare of her Queen. "You are the one. You are my only. You were ever only my exclusive pet. I may have tortured prisoners, but I have only ever had one submissive Miss Swan, and you are she." She basked in the surprised look of her pet and then continued, "You satisfied a need within me I hadn't even known was there, I didn't understand what any of this," the brunette waved her hand around in the room, "was. I thought I was playing the part of the Evil Queen. Believing that because I gained sexual pleasure from the pain of others, they were right, that I was a monster. Your unwavering submission completed me in ways I don't quite understand, and when you left me and took my memories of us, I felt lost. More lost than I had ever felt before, I could feel that something was missing. It felt as though an integral part of me was gone."
Emma lowered her eyes unable to mask the regret within them.
"Because it was, and I missed it." She lifted the blonde's chin to make eye contact once more and repeated, "I missed you, Miss Swan, every single day. You are vital to my happiness. To my contentment, and the second our son brought you into this town, I felt complete once more." She smiled at her own memories, "That scared the hell out of me. I didn't understand it, and it was like my body, my soul was crying out for you. And now, I completely understand why. You are the one. My only."
"I-I'm not sure what to s-say." Emma blushed at the unprecedented outpour of emotion from the Mayor.
"In but a moment dear, you won't be able to say anything at all. Bow down before your Queen," Regina said with a smirk.
Emma dropped to the floor and rested her head on the back of her hands and listened as Regina's heels clicked as she crossed the room.
She returned a moment later and bound Emma's elbows together, but left her wrists free. She was in no way able to use her arms and the sensation of being both bound and free at the same time was confusing. The brunette removed the remainder of her own garments, with the exception of her knee-high boots. She tugged on the leash to goad Emma into walking on her knees across the room to where Regina finally stopped and sat upon the bed.
She spread her knees apart and pulled Emma's leash, dragging the girl closer to her drenched center. Regina's desire dizzied Emma's senses, and her breath caught when the woman grabbed her by the chin and commanded, "Using only your mouth, you will worship your Queen until I command you to stop. Do you understand girl?"
She watched as this beautiful goddess leaned back and placed one boot on the bed the other boot heel into the soft flesh of Emma's breast and opened her thighs wide. The glossy desire of her Queen was thick and abundant. She instantly tried to use her hands to caress the woman to no use. Her forgetfulness did not go unnoticed, and Regina smirked with a wicked grin at her pet's frustration.
Emma kissed and licked her way up the black suede boot pressed against her until she got to warm flesh. As soon as Regina's skin touched her soft lips, her Queen groaned.
The brunette had allowed Emma to move closer but still dug her heel into the girl's naked body. She bent her knee to permit the mouth to travel closer to where she needed it to be. Several more occasions Emma tried to use her hands, and as a gentle punishment, Regina pushed against her with her heel. Emma tried again to get closer to where she knew they both wanted her mouth to be and again, Regina dug in and pushed her back.
"Majesty?"
Regina bit the inside of her cheek as to not give away her devilish game to her questioning pet, "Yes dear?"
"Am I not allowed to…"
"Allowed to what pet?"
"Allowed to put my mouth on you?"
"You have my permission to worship your Queen with only that pretty mouth of yours, that includes placing your mouth upon me."
Emma slid her tongue up Regina's thigh, and Regina pushed her back once more. The Queen held her smile again as her little pet was getting frustrated, getting so close to what she desired only to be pushed away, it was indeed an evil game, and Regina was relishing in it.
After trying unsuccessfully to reach her goal several more times the blonde finally pushed firmly against the flat of Regina's boot and let it dig into her deep, more so when Regina pushed back just as hard, but Emma was undeterred and finally reached the apex of the woman's desire. Emma gritted against the pain then groaned out as fresh essence spilled from her Queen out onto her tongue. She lapped up the fruit of her efforts causing the brunette beneath her to roll her hips into her mouth.
After allowing Emma to tease her quivering clit with the tip of her tongue, the brunette lifted her foot off of her pet's breast and wrapped it over the blonde's shoulder and pulled her into her, gasping as the hot wet tongue slid deeper inside.
The Queen rolled her hips against Emma's skillful tongue riding closer and closer to her climax, the sounds of her pleasure were as if they were from a dream. She could feel the woman's sex twitch around her tongue, and she wanted her hands free so she could fuck her Majesty the way she deserved. As if her wish had been granted her elbows relaxed as the rope disappeared and Emma instantly grabbed hold of her Queen.
Before Regina could react to her pet being suddenly free of her confines, three fingers stretched her open and slammed into her, and her pet's hot mouth circled her burning stiff nub, sucking it into her wanting mouth. Regina toppled over her climax bucking against the blonde between her legs. Emma pulled two more orgasms from her Queen before she let the woman rest.
"You are a naughty girl Miss Swan. You will pay for that dearly," Regina said between heaving breaths.
"What? Why?" Emma asked genuinely confused.
"I said you may worship me with only your mouth!" Regina said simply.
"You didn't untie me?"
"I did not. It seems as though in addition to the silencing spell I will be forced to bind your magic within these walls as well." The woman's dark head lifted with effort, and she firmly stated, "Even if I had unbound you, Miss Swan, you didn't follow your Queen's command, did you?"
The glee the woman held at the prospect of punishing the Savior held no bounds when she added, "I also do not recall commanding you to stop." She sat up and swatted the pale fingers that tried to touch her mound. "AAhht! Bad girl!"
"I'm sorry Majesty! I was just so, god you are so…" Emma's eyes hooded at the recent memory of what her Queen felt like from the inside.
Regina grabbed a fist full of her blonde hair and pulled her face in close with a snarl, "You enjoy fucking your Queen's cunt, pet?"
"Yes, Majesty!" Emma winced in pain as Regina's grip tightened.
"Then you better learn to follow orders, or you will be denied the pleasure of my dripping… wet," Regina pecked a kiss on Emma's lips for dramatic effect, "pussy… Is that clear Miss Swan?"
"Yes!"
Regina grabbed and twisted Emma's nipple, "Yes what?"
"Yes my Queen!" she cried out in pain and rolled her hips at the delicious pleasure of it.
"Oh dear Savior, is your pussy aching for release?"
"Yes Majesty," she replied cautiously. Emma knew by the tone in the woman's voice her own release was in a distant, distant future.
"Tough," the brunette said with a curl of her lip.
Surprise! No wait, yeah totally saw that coming. If I didn't know better, I'd say my Queen was ready to go again. My god, I love this woman!
Emma pleaded her case knowing she wouldn't persuade the woman and in a trade offered to service her Queen once again. An offer Regina gladly accepted, sitting upon her pet's skillful tongue to draw out several more climaxes.
Emma was swollen and throbbing and knew this was exactly how her Queen wanted her.
"When you return from work this evening Miss Swan, you will be punished for using magic upon your Queen, and upon yourself. As a reminder of how deeply you've disappointed your Queen," Regina said with a wicked smile, "Bend over, pet, and spread those beautiful ass cheeks."
Emma complied hesitantly which got her a firm swat to the ass. Regina inserted a small butt plug into her. Emma relaxed her muscles and allowed the intrusion, and it was easily fitted into her.
That's not so bad, Emma thought far too soon, when she felt a burning sensation coming from her rectum.
"Majesty?" Emma squirmed and started to panic as the burning progressively got more prominent.
Regina sat back on the bed and watched with hooded eyes and a predatory smile. "Yes, my pet?"
"I-I think it's burning me."
"Oh no dear, it is definitely burning you."
"What? Why?" Emma exclaimed silently wondering how much more it would hurt.
"That is your punishment plug dear, it is laced with ginger root," the brunette said with glee. "It will not harm you; however, it will make for an uncomfortable evening at work."
After a few moments the sting leveled off and did not get any worse than the level it was at, and Emma let go of some of her anxiety about it.
Regina stood and slipped her fingers between Emma's wet folds and rolled her eyes in satisfaction at the amount of desire she felt. "You may not touch yourself unless I expressly permit it do you understand my bad girl?"
"Yes Majesty," Emma hissed trying not to clench around her Queen's intrusion because it made the sting in her bum much more painful.
"Good. Now get dressed our son will be home from school shortly, and I need to prepare dinner."