Regina enjoyed her morning routine which had comfortably re-established itself. Snow had slept for a few hours in her bed before scurrying to get her clothes on and leave before the rest of the town was out and about and anyone knew she wasn't in her own home. Regina had even taken pity and poofed her back to her loft so that she could have pretended to come in late and leave her dignity with Emma.
Regina took her car in for maintenance with the rat turned mechanic, got her coffee from the werewolf turned innkeeper, and exchanged pleasantries with the bug turned psychiatrist. That just left the peasant turned prince... Seeing David walking down the street Regina approached from behind and said in a low voice so only he could hear, "Your wife has a lot more stamina than I expected. I wasn't sure she'd ever stop orgasming last night."
David stopped and turned, clearly reaching for a weapon he didn't have.
"Oh so manly," Regina smiled, making sure that David knew exactly how unintimidating he was to her. "It's not an insult dear. You really make a fine physical specimen when you aren't a slobbering drunk. I'm sure I could use a gardener when I'm done breaking your marriage."
Regina reached out and actually touched his arm before he jerked it away. "You are a lunatic. A twisted lunatic."
The mayor shrugged, "Perhaps, but a really quite effective lunatic. Have you seen the town's budget, tax revenues and unemployment. Got to continue to pay your daughter a salary so she can foil my evil plots." She watched him as he clenched a fist and it went flying towards her face but she simply raised a hand and stopped it mid-swing. "You forget yourself, shepherd. Your bluster may impress others but I will always know that you come from nothing, and you've returned to nothing. Now why don't you go crawl into whatever bar you were heading to at 9AM and get piss drunk like you want to."
"What I want is to ring your neck."
Regina scrunched up her nose, "Now, I think you'd really like to do something else with me but I'm afraid I'm really quite satisfied after seeing how beautiful Snow White was between my legs last night."
Her grin was perhaps the widest she'd had since standing over Snow's body on the hillside as she walked past the stunned and broken man to go about the rest of her day. But when she got to her office Emma was standing there, arms folded leaning against the wall.
"I've been incredibly stupid."
"Well that is a revelation I could have saved you time on," Regina said as she unlocked her office.
"Mary Margaret. You still haven't let go of your thing with Mary Margaret." Emma said annoyed as she followed her into the office.
"Your mother and I have a very long and very complicated history."
"I should think so since I'm pretty sure you are fucking her. Or is it fucking with her? Or is there a difference to you?"
Regina sat down at her desk, with a shake of the head, "How very modern day feminist of you Emma, did you just call me a slut?"
Emma raised an eyebrow.
"Who I am sleeping with is none of your business. Who your mother is sleeping with is none of your business. I do know you so love to interfere in things that are none of your business I think I'll stand on principle just this once."
"You are hurting her. I've seen bruises."
"Which I do believe are your mother's business. But I wouldn't be so quick to blame me given your father is a violent drunk who doesn't take rejection well."
"Is that what you are going to tell Henry?"
The cocky grin faltered.
"Or are you so focused on screwing with Mary Margaret's head that you didn't think he'd ever find out."
"Do you think it makes you a hero to try to use my sex life in your attempt to justify stealing my son?"
This time Emma was taken aback but redoubled. "I'm not judging you for whatever your sexual kinks are Regina. I'm worried about my parents and their marriage."
"Your parents marriage is over. Or have you been ignoring all of your father's shortcomings that you've been covering up. I may be a terrible person but at least I'm not pretending I'm not." Regina got up from her desk, "Emma, I'm sure you think that this world is modern and more progressive than one with chamber pots and a 40 year life expectancy but there are things that were much more liberal in our land. Including sex."
"Is this the part of a bad porno where we have hate sex on your desk?" Emma asked sarcastically.
"No this is the part where I throw you out of my office and tell you that if you try to use my sex life against me with my son I'll make sure the entire town knows about all those times you've covered up for David's pathetic drunken breakdown." She gestured to the door.
Emma looked like she wanted to argue but left and Regina picked up a glass from her desk and threw it against the wall in frustration. Calming down a bit she went to the mirror and waved her hand to see where David Nolan was and suddenly she was no longer annoyed at all.
He was walking towards the White Rabbit, no doubt for a drink, though probably not intending to get piss drunk in the middle of the afternoon. She picked up her phone and texted the bartender at the White Rabbit, a man who used to be the captain of her Black Knights. When David ordered his beer it had a bit of an extra kick that should send his blood alcohol level up nicely. She didn't even arrange for the accident herself, but just counted on an angry and depressed drunk driver doing what one might expect. He didn't kill anyone, but driving his pickup into the front display of the Storybrooke funeral home was a lovely metaphor for the death of his reputation. And would keep Emma Swan too busy to confront Mary Margaret after school.
Right as the clock struck three she sent another text, this time to Snow, telling her that she was expected before her Queen. Regina put the phone down and walked over to her window to see how quickly her little pet was responding to orders.
Fifteen minutes later Mary Margaret was hurrying into a side door of town hall and Regina sat down at her desk waiting for her to arrive in her office. "I must say, I do like prompt service."
"Regina... I think... maybe Emma..."
"Your daughter isn't really the subject I was interested in this afternoon." She made a gesture for her to come over. Regina stayed seated. Snow still looked nervous but did approach. "I've had a day of petty annoyances and I'd really like to relax." Regina said silkily. "You were so good at that last night."
Snow swallowed, "We did a lot of things last night."
"Don't worry my dear, I'm not expecting acrobatics, I just want you to get me off." She pointed to the ground in front of her desk chair. "On your knees where you belong."
Snow looked like she wanted to say no for a moment, but Regina raised an eyebrow, "You've done so many things with me you can't be skiddish about a little oral sex."
"No, no, I'm not."
Regina smiled and ran her hand through Snow's short cropped hair. "I rather like the cut you know. You always managed to make it look like you took care of your hair with animal grease and twigs even on your wedding day."
"We're really going to talk about my wedding day while I'm about to..."
Regina tilted her head as if considering it, "Yes."
Still she moved forward in her chair and her skirt hiked up so that Snow could see she wasn't wearing any underwear. An advantage of preplanning. With a deep breath Snow leaned in and started to slowly lick along Regina's lips and clit, moving carefully as she'd leaned to. Regina shifted in her chair to give her more room as the ministrations built slowly. Once or twice snow flicked her tongue into Regina before sucking on her clit. Regina nodded and with a little bit of an evil grin she held her head with a strong grip so that Snow would stay in that position.
After the first orgasm Snow stopped, but Regina didn't let go, "I didn't tell you that you were finished." She said with a growl. And Snow resumed working at pleasing her queen all the while Emma Swan was booking the disgraced Prince Charming on charges of driving under the influence.