A/N: Thank you all for being so amazing. As you can see, this sequel will have more chapters than the first part, but don't worry. This isn't the end. There is more to come and a third part is in the works. ;) Happy reading!

This chapter is Rated M.

"What are you doing?" Emma asks, her tone surprisingly soft.

Shit. "I was just a little bored… and curious." Regina bites her lip, feeling like a child who just got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

Emma hums, slowly strolling toward her. "That's a very dangerous combination." Her voice is a purr, and she heads back toward the door to close it in place.

Regina's mouth goes dry.

Emma strolls back, casually leaning against the chested drawer. Her eyes never move away from Regina. "So, what exactly are you curious about, Ms. Mills? Perhaps I could enlighten you."

"The door was open… I-" Regina tries so hard to read Emma's expression but fails. She looks slightly amused but curious herself, and maybe a little surprised as to why she would come in here of all places. And on her own.

"I was in here earlier today wondering what to do with it all. I must have forgotten to lock it." She scolds at herself, as if leaving this door unlocked was the worst thing she could have done.

Emma forgetting to lock this door? It wasn't like her.

"But now here you are, curious as ever." Her voice is soft, puzzled.

"You're not mad?" Regina asks.

Emma's brow creases, her head cocks to one side. "Why would I be mad?" Her lips twitch up in amusement. "I hope that one day, you'll live with me here, and all this will be yours, too."

My playroom…? Regina wasn't sure if she should feel turned on by that thought. Despite their last encounter in this room, she can also remember having loads of fun with Emma. Exploring her body like she never thought possible.

"I wasn't mad with you this morning." Emma points out.

That's right. She wasn't. She was playful… "You were playful." Regina points out. "I like playful Emma."

"Do you, now?" Her brow arches, her thin lips curve up into a shy smile. She rests her arms up on the chest drawer, her chin resting right on her hands. She looked adorable, even in this room.

"What's this?" Regina holds up the silver bullet looking toy.

"Always hungry for information, Ms. Mills. That's a butt plug," she says gently.

"Oh…" It thuds as Regina releases it back into the drawer.

Emma smirks. "I bought it for you."

Regina frowns." Do you buy new toys for each Submissive?"

"Some things. Yes."

Regina's brow raises, "Butt plugs?"

"Yes."

Okay… she swallows. She remembers the mention of butt plugs from the contract, not at all interested in having anything shoved up her butt. She remembers thinking she would be willing to try it, but now looking at it… she wasn't too sure.

"And this?" The brunette pulls out a long, black, rubbery object made of gradually diminishing spherical bubbles joined together. The first one large, and the last much smaller. Eight bubbles in total.

"Anal beads," says Emma, watching her girlfriend carefully.

Oh… Regina's eyes examine the device with fascinated horror. All of these inside… there?

"They have quite an effect if you pull them out mid-orgasm," Emma adds matter-of-factly.

"This is for me?" The brunette whispers.

"For you." She nods.

"So… this is the butt drawer?"

Emma chuckles. "If you like it to be."

Regina closes the drawer quickly, her hands moving away from it.

"Don't you like the butt drawer?" Emma asks innocently, amused.

"It's not at the top of my Christmas list." She mutters, opening up the second drawer.

"Next drawer down holds a selection of vibrators."

Regina pulls it open, seeing indeed a selection of different size vibrators lined up. And she closes it back up.

"And the next one?" She whispers.

"That's more interesting."

Regina pulls it open, quite hesitant at first, her eyes never moving from Emma's amused face. She looks down and sees an assortment of metal items and some clothespins. Clothespins? Her brow furrows. She picks up a large metal clip-like device.

"Genital clamp," Emma says. She stands up and moves casually around so that she's beside the brunette. She watches as Regina places it down, pulling out two small clips on a chain. "Some of these are for pain, but most are for pleasure," she murmurs.

"What's this for?"

"Nipple clamps- that's for both."

Her brows hit her hairline. "Both? Nipples?"

Oh, I love that innocence. Emma smirks. "Well, there are two clamps, baby. Yes, both nipples, but that's not what I meant. These are for both pleasure and pain."

Oh? Regina allows Emma to take the device from her.

"Hold out your hand."

Regina does as she's asked, and watches as Emma clamps one clip to the tip of her pinky finger. The feeling is harsh.

"The sensation is very intense, but it's when taking them off that they are at their most painful and pleasurable." She abruptly pulls it from her pinky finger, and smirks as Regina squirms a bit.

"I like these," Regina murmurs. Surprisingly!

Emma smiles. "Do you, Ms. Mills? I can tell." She leans in, pulling out two more devices. "These are adjustable." She holds them up for the brunette to inspect.

"Adjustable?"

"You can wear them very tight… or not. Depending on your mood."

How the hell does Emma make all this sound so erotic? That's an answer Regina will never know. She moves onto another item, pulling out a device that looks like a spiky pastry cutter. Not for baking, surely.

"This?"

"That's a Wartenberg pinwheel."

A what-wheel? "For?"

She reaches over and takes it from the brunette. "Give me your hand. Palm up."

Regina gives her her left hand, watching as Emma takes it slowly, her thumb caressing away at her knuckles. The way she caresses her never fails to make her feel shivers run up her spine. She watches her run the wheel over her palm.

"Ah!" The prongs bite into her skin- there's more than just pain. In fact, it tickles.

"Imagine that over your breasts," Emma murmurs.

Regina does imagine it, and it makes her breathing and heart rate accelerate.

"There's a fine line between pleasure and pain, Regina," Emma says softly as she leans down to put the device back in the drawer.

"Clothespins?" The brunette whispers.

"You can do a great deal with a clothespin." Her eyes are on fire.

Regina closes the drawer.

"Is that all?" Emma asks.

"No." She pulls out the fourth drawer, pulling out a leather strap with a ball attached to it.

"Ball gag. To keep you quiet," says the blonde, amused once more.

"You can still breathe. Your teeth clamp over the ball."

Regina places it back inside the drawer. "Have you worn one of these?"

"Yes."

"To mask your screams?"

"No, that's not what they're about. It's about control. How helpless would you be if you were tied up and couldn't speak? How trusting would you have to be, knowing I had that much power over you? That I had to read your body and your reaction, rather than hear your words? It makes you more dependent, puts me in ultimate control."

She misses it. Regina can see it. "You sound like you miss it."

"It's what I know," Emma murmurs.

"You have power over me. You know you do," Regina whispers.

"Do I? You make me feel… helpless."

Regina's brow furrows, "Helpless? Why?"

"Because you're the only person I know who could really hurt me." She reaches out, tucking a strand of jet black hair behind Regina's ear.

Me? "Oh, Emma… that works both ways. If you didn't want me-" She shudders at the thought. "The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I love you," she murmurs, she cups the blonde's cheek, her thumb stroking softly against it.

Emma's arms wrap around the brunette's form slowly. "Have we finished show-and-tell?" She asks.

"Why? What do you want to do?"

Emma bends down and kisses her gently, and that's all it takes for Regina to melt in her arms. Her own arms pull her in, wrapping tightly around her neck.

The blonde pulls away slowly, "Gina, you were almost attacked today." Her voice is soft.

Regina glares up at her. "Emma, I'm fine."

She presses her forehead close to Regina's, her eyes close. "When I think of what might have happened," she breathes.

"When will you learn that I'm stronger than I look?" Regina whispers.

"I know you're strong." Emma releases her, taking the brunette completely by surprise.

Regina opens the drawer again, this time pulling out several cuffs attached to a bar. She holds it up for Emma to see.

"That," says Emma, her eyes darkening, "is a spreader bar with ankle and wrist restraints."

"How does it work?" Regina asks, intrigued.

"You want me to show you?" Emma breathes in surprise.

"Yes." She nods. "You know I like being tied up."

And those words were like fuel to Emma's sex drive. "Oh, Regina. Not here."

"What do you mean?"

"I want you in my bed, not in here. Come." She takes the brunette's hand and leads her out of the room.

Why not here? Regina wonders, not being able to go without asking. "Why not in here?"

Emma stops, stirring, she gazes at her. "Gina, you may be ready to go back in there, but I'm not. Last time we were in there, you left me." She pauses. "My whole attitude has changed as a result. My whole outlook on life has radically shifted. I've told you this. What I haven't told you is-" She stops, running a hand through her hair, searching for the correct words. "I'm like a recovering alcoholic, okay? That's the only comparison I can draw. The compulsion has gone, but I don't want to put temptation in my way. I don't want to hurt you."

Regina can see the remorseful look in the blonde's eyes. What has she done to this woman? Has she made her life better? Broke her more? What? Only thing Regina knew for sure- was that Emma really loved her, and she was really trying.

"I can't bear to hurt you because I love you," Emma adds, her eyes now filled with sincerity.

Regina can't hold back. She throws herself into Emma's arms- so hard- Emma has to release what she's holding in her hand to catch her. And given that they were on the stairs, both women were now at the same eye level. The brunette can taste and hear the blonde's surprised response as she inserts her tongue inside her mouth. Her hands cup the sides of Emma's face. Kissing her passionately, her fingers twist into her hair, and Regina knows she wants to touch her, everywhere, but she restrains herself, knowing her fear.

Emma groans, pulling away from their kiss, her eyes opening slowly from feeling her world spin. "Do you want me to fuck you on the stairs?" She mutters, her breathing ragged. "Because right now, I will."

"Yes," Regina whispers, her dark stare matching Emma's.

The blonde grins. And as tempting as having sex on the stairs was- and it was tempting- she restrained. "No. I want you in my bed."

Regina squeals loudly, feeling as Emma lifts her up, scooping her over her shoulder. She squeals again feeling a hard smack being delivered right on her bottom. She feels Emma bend down to pick up the bar that she had previously dropped.

Mrs. Lucas is coming out of the utility room when both pass right by her. Regina can see her smiling, as she gives her an upside down apologetic wave. Either Emma doesn't care what she sees or hears, or she didn't notice her.

Once they enter the bedroom, her leg pushes the door shut, and she sets the brunette down on her feet. Tossing the bar onto the bed. Their heated gazes meet.

"I don't think you'll hurt me," Regina breathes.

Emma shakes her head. "I don't think I'll hurt you, either," she says. She takes Regina's hands and kisses her long and hard.

Regina's blood boils way more than it already was.

"I want you so much," Emma whispers against the brunette's mouth, panting. "Are you sure about this- after today?"

More than anything! "Yes. I want you, too. I want to undress you." Regina could feel her hands and fingers actually prickling. Itching to touch her.

Emma's eyes are filled with lust at her request. "Okay," she says cautiously.

Regina's hand slowly reaches for the third button on Emma's shirt, stopping as she could hear her hold her breath. "I won't touch you if you don't want me to," she whispers.

"No," Emma's response is quick. "Do it. It's fine. I'm good," she nods.

The brunette undoes the third button, her hand moves down to the next. Her eyes watch Emma's eyes, as they don't part from her gaze. She listens to her breathing, which is hitched. She drinks her in. So beautiful… even when she's tangled in her fear. Her eyes glance down as her hand undoes another button. She can see a hint of one of the scars on her chest, poking out.

"I want to kiss you here," She murmurs.

Emma inhales sharply. "Kiss me?"

"Yes," Regina nods. She can hear Emma literally gasp as she undoes the last button, and very slowly she leans in, making her intention very clear. She places a gentle kiss right on the scar, and can feel Emma's breathing stop. She is standing so still, and as she looks up to see her expression, she notices her eyes are closed. There's a look of satisfaction, calm, and wonder on her expression.

She loved it. Emma's eyes open slowly, they move down to glance at Regina.

"It's getting easier, isn't it?" Regina whispers.

Emma nods, feeling Regina's hands slowly push her shirt, peeling off of her body and dropping it to the floor. "What have you done to me, Gina?" she murmurs. "Whatever it is, don't stop." She pulls her into her, closer- harder, her hand tugs at her jet black hair, making her tilt her head back to have easy access to her neck.

Regina groans, her eyes close once Emma's lips make contact with her throat. Her hands instinctively, but carefully caress their way past her arms, and against her back.

How could they never get enough of each other? How could Emma turn her on this much, even with just a look? How could Regina surpass all of Emma's darkness and turn her into this? A hopeless woman in love, willing to give up anything and give her everything that her heart desired. Truth was, Emma was addicted, and this addiction happened to be much better than her darkest desire and need to punish her or anyone else again. She wanted to love her. From the depths of her soul- she wanted to devote herself to her.

Regina's hands are quick to pull on the button of the blonde's pants, pulling down on the zipper. She hears her groan as she does this. Calling out her name like a prayer. And it's that low groan that makes her step back abruptly, dropping to her knees and pulling down her pants.

"Fuck!" Emma gasps, surprised to see the brunette take her in her mouth, tasting her, savoring her.

Her tongue slithers inside Emma's soaked and tight walls, way before the blonde has time to object to anything. It slithers out, giving some of its attention against her clitoris, and goes back inside again. She looks up to find Emma's dark eyes staring down at her, her lips parted in surprise. Her eyes were so filled with the most blissful of carnal pleasures, it was erotic.

Emma's eyes closed, her head leaned back as she surrendered herself to such blissful carnal pleasure. And Regina has never felt more powerful in her entire life, until this moment.

"Fuck," The blonde hisses, gently cradling the brunette's head, flexing her hips so she moves along with her tongues rhythm.

Regina took the opportunity, swirling her tongue, and sucking hard against her girlfriend's hardened clitoris, harder and harder, over and over again.

"Gina," Emma tries to step back but is only pulled back by Regina. The brunette's nails dug a bit against the flesh of her bare thighs, holding her in place. She wasn't done yet. Not when she could tell how close Emma was to coming due to her taste, her level of wetness.

"Please," She pants. "I'm going to come, Gina," she moans again and again, commanding her release right after.

And even then, Regina doesn't move. She drinks her in- all of her. Savoring and loving every drop.

Once Emma's eyes open up again, she can see a wicked, almost evil smirk stretch out on the brunette's lips as she wiped her mouth. The very sight making her have a matching grin of her own.

"Oh, so this is the game we're playing, Ms Mills?" Emma pulls her up to her feet, her mouth savagely kissing her. She groans, "I can taste myself. You taste better," she murmurs against her swollen kissed lips. Her hands tug on the brunette's shirt, peeling it off of her body and tossing it carelessly to the floor, then picks her up and tosses her onto the bed. Next, her sweat pants are tugged off in one swift move.

There Regina lies, spread out on the bed, naked, wanting and waiting. She watches as Emma removes the rest of her clothes, abandoning it on the floor. Her eyes never leaving her own.

"You are one beautiful woman, Regina," she murmurs appreciatively.

The brunette tilts her head, flirtingly to one side, smiling. "You are one beautiful woman, Emma, and you taste divinely."

Emma's grin is a wicked one. She takes the brunette's left ankle, quickly cuffing it, strapping the buckle tightly, but not too tight. She takes her pinky finger, sliding it in between the strap and ankle, to double check Regina has enough space. Her green eyes are burning as she looks up into Regina's.

"We'll have to see how you taste. If I recall, you're a rare, exquisite delicacy, Ms. Mills." She grabs her other ankle and cuffs it as well, so that her feet are about two feet apart.

Regina hears something click, she watches as Emma's hands push the bars inward, and before she knows it, her legs are abruptly spread three feet apart. Whoa! She can't help but to release a loud gasp. It surprised her just how hot this was, how much it turned her on. Or maybe it was because of who was using such device on her.

Emma looks down, reaching for the bar she twists it so the brunette flips over onto her front. She smirks, hearing Regina gasp once again in surprise.

Regina feels her body being flipped again until she's lying on her front. She's breathless and smiling due to the rush.

"These other cuffs are for your wrists. I'll think about that. Depends if you behave or not." Emma explains.

"When do I not behave?"

"I can think of a few infractions," she says softly, running her fingers up the soles of her feet. It tickles Regina a little, but she is unable to move. "Your phone, for one."

The brunette gasps. "What are you going to do?"

"Oh, I never disclose my plans." Emma smirks, her eyes lit up with pure mischief.

Regina watches as Emma makes her way off the bed, reaching for the famous strap-on and placing it on quickly. She was doing this on purpose. Making her wait. She knew it, but even the wait turned her on something fierce. And she had the best privilege, which was getting to appreciate Emma's goddess-like, sexy, naked figure.

Emma crawled back onto the bed, positioning herself between the brunette's spread out legs. Her hands and skilled fingers run along the inside of her thighs, moving slowly and in delicate circular motions. It made Regina want to lose herself already, it wanted to make her close her legs but she couldn't.

"Remember, if you don't like something, just tell me to stop," she murmurs. Bending over, thin lips place kisses along the brunette's belly, while her hands continue their slow torturous journey further up her inner thighs, touching and teasing.

"Emma, please," Regina pleads.

"Oh, Ms. Mills. I've learned you can be merciless in your amorous assaults upon me. I think I should return the favor."

Regina's eyes close, her body arches upward and she surrenders to Emma's mouth heading south, and her skillful fingers heading north, to the most intimate of areas. Her most needed area. Her hips buck to meet the rhythm of Emma's fingers as they ease in inside her. She hears the blonde moan in response.

"You never cease to amaze me, Gina. You're so wet," she murmurs, inhales sharply as the tip of her nose makes contact with her sex.

Regina moans, her body bucking further up once she feels the contact of Emma's mouth warp around her. She feels as the blonde begins with a slow and sensual assault, her tongue swirling around and around while her fingers move inside her. And the fact that she can't close her legs, it just makes the feeling all the more intense, really intense.

"Oh, Emma," She begs.

"Say my name," Emma commands.

"Emma," Regina calls out, hardly recognizing her own voice.

"Again," the blonde breathes.

"Emma, Emma, Emma Swan," Regina calls out loudly in a pant.

"You are mine." Emma's voice is so soft and deadly and with one last flick of her tongue, Regina falls- spectacularly- embracing her orgasm, and because her legs are so far apart, it goes on and on and she is lost.

Regina feels once Emma flips her on her stomach again.

"We're going to try this, baby. If you don't like it, or it's too uncomfortable, tell me and we'll stop."

What? Regina still finds herself too lost in the afterglow to form any sentient or coherent thoughts. She's sitting on Emma's lap. How did that happen?

"Lean down, baby," Emma murmurs at her ear. "Head and chest on the bed."

In a daze she does as she's told. Emma pulls both of her hands backward and cuffs them to the bar, next to each of her ankles. Regina can feel her knees are drawn up, her ass in the air, utterly vulnerable, completely hers.

"You look so beautiful, Gina." Emma's voice is filled with wonder. She runs her finger from the base of her spine down toward her sex and pauses a beat over her anal. "When you're ready, I want this, too."

Regina gasps, feeling as Emma's finger lightly massages it, her finger hovering over it.

"Not today, my sweet, Gina, but one day… I want you every way. I want to possess every inch of you. You're mine." Emma purrs, and her very words cause Regina to groan. And for a moment everything in her body tightens as she thinks about the butt plugs.

"Aagh!" Regina feels how abruptly Emma slams inside of her. "Gently," she cries out, feeling Emma still.

"You okay?"

"Gently… let me get used to this."

Emma eases slowly out of her then eases back, filing her completely, stretching her, twice, three times and Regina is helpless.

"Good?" Emma smirks, the brunette's sounds being the most beautiful sounds in the world to her.

Regina nods, "Yes, I can take it now," she murmurs, overpowered by the feeling. By everything Emma made her feel.

"Fuck," Emma moans, picking up her rhythm. Moving, moving… relentless… onward, inward, filling her… and it's exquisite.

Regina actually feels joy in her helplessness, joy in her surrender to her, and to know that Emma can lose herself inside of her the way she wants to. She can do this. Emma is taking her to these dark places, places she didn't even know existed, and together they fill them with blinding light. A blazing, blinding light that's only theirs.

"Emma!" She cries out, finding her sweet, sweet release, feeling as Emma stills right there with her.

"Oh, baby!" Emma cries out and collapses beside the brunette, spent, panting, joyous.