Transporting herself from the safety of the Savior's arms, back to her bedroom in the mansion Regina Mills stripped off the leather harness and magicked it clean before hanging it up in the back of her closet.
I'll just tell Miss Lucas this was a mistake and it will never happen again. We'll just go back to the way things were before that… that… woman…
It won't be the same. Ruby Lucas isn't Miss Swan.
What the hell was that? How did she make me come completely undone?!
Deciding it had to be the Savior's magic that made her feel what she felt that afternoon simply because the woman was made of true love, she convinced herself that just because the blonde didn't know how to wield her magic, that didn't mean she couldn't.
Magic is emotion.
What kind of emotional turmoil could the blonde have been in to cause that… that reaction in me?
She shook the question from her mind and wrapped a robe around herself then prepared to get into the shower. She was startled when the doorbell echoed within the empty her eyes, she magically cleaned the sex from every inch of her body then dressed in something respectable before marching down the stairs in a huff when whomever it was, began to pound on the door.
"I swear on all that is dark in this world if you scuff my door..!" Ripping open the front door, ready to blast whomever it was into next week, Regina instantly lost her anger in the blink of an eye at the sight of Emma Swan looking disheveled and worried.
"Sheriff Swan."
Right, Sheriff. Not Miss. It wasn't real.
"Madam Mayor," Emma replied, meeting the smoldering gaze of the brunette.
When neither woman said anything, Regina caved irritably, "What do you want, Sheriff?"
"Can I come in?"
"I don't believe that would be wise under the circumstances, do you?"
"If I didn't, I wouldn't have asked," Emma snapped back then pulled the small key from the depths of her cleavage.
Fuck I guess next weekend is going to be expensive.
Regina absently put her hand to her neck, and her cheeks blushed instantly when she felt the cool metal of her submission. She moved to the side and silently allowed the blonde entrance.
"I would have just magicked it off," Regina said, determined to keep the upper hand.
"Of course you could have, but you didn't." Emma looked down at the tiny key in her hand and added, "You gave this to me as a symbol of your trust, and I take that very seriously, Regina."
"M-Miss Sw.. Sheriff …" the Mayor stumbled then firmly took back control, reminding herself who this woman was.
"No," Emma announced. "I am Miss Swan until I take that collar off!" Challenging green eyes met cool brown, and Regina backed down.
She folded her arms around herself and hissed, "Then take it off! Miss Swan!"
"No. Not until you listen and listen good, brat!" Emma noticed the woman's posture slid into a more open, submissive stance when the sound of Emma's favored pet name rolled off her tongue. She stepped closer, emboldened by the glimpse of the woman she had that afternoon; the woman who had an emotional orgasm in the safety of her arms barely an hour before, "I feel like I need to make a few things clear to you and once I've done that I'll remove that collar and leave you to decide what you want to do." Emma's voice wavered, for the second time that day, the chance to be rejected was extremely high, and she found she couldn't help but put herself in this position to be hurt. "I want it clear that you did not pay me to do what we did today. I didn't know that was the deal you have with Ruby, and I will not let you think that was why I was there."
Regina pulled her brow down in confusion, and Emma answered her unasked question. "I went there to learn, but I stayed, because of you."
The Mayor wrapped her arms around herself and dropped her eyes away from the heavy glare of the Savior when Emma continued, "Today was real to me. I.. It… you…" Emma took a breath at the edge of the abyss, "You made me feel things today that no one else ever has, I want you."
"You want me?"
Emma could hear that familiar teasing bratty tone the Mayor had used with her a thousand times before, and she schooled her features, stepping into the Queen's personal space and husked, "I want to own you."
The brunette thickly swallowed and couldn't bring her eyes away from the Savior's lips. Emma took the dark lust filled stare as a positive reaction and continued, "I want you to be my brat."
"B-but Miss Lucas has…"
"I have already spoken to your Miss. I have laid my claim on you, and she has gifted me your contract." Emma could see the cogs turning behind those dark expressive eyes, and she held up the contract dissolution between Ruby and Regina and Emma's new contract already signed with Emma's signature. "I do things differently than Miss Lucas, Regina. First, you will not pay me. This isn't some pastime you use to get your rocks off. I am taking you. Mind," Emma ran the backs of two of her fingers down the brunette's temple, and side of her face, "Body," her hand traveled down the woman's arm around her abdomen then back up against her sternum, "and soul." The lustful black eyes watched the pale fingers possess her, and her body trembled with anticipation and delightful fear.
Yes! Regina's mind screamed out, but she stood silent, letting the Savior continue her little speech.
"If you would like to finally be truly owned, Regina Mills," she handed the manila envelope over to the Queen with a partial half smile, "Read this over and sign it."
Watching the Mayor take the paperwork in literal stunned silence, Emma walked behind her and commanded her to kneel. Regina didn't hesitate; getting down on her knees in the foyer of her home.
Emma's gentle fingers slid across the skin of her neck and with a high pitched click, she felt the collar loosen, instantly feeling a sense of loss when the metal clasp was removed. Strong cool fingers rubbed the tender flesh around the Queen's neck, soothing the angry red marks the collar had caused that afternoon.
Emma bent over and whispered into her ear, "Don't keep me waiting, brat."
Regina felt fresh desire pulse from between her thighs, and she nodded, with an almost inaudible, "Yes, Miss Swan."
When Emma was gone from her home, the Queen got up and went into her office, taking a quick look at the standard contract. At the bottom of which, in Miss Swan's familiar chicken scratch writing it said, "Rules, obligations, expectations, and discipline to be determined. By signing this, you agree you are mine from this day forward."
The brunette picked up a pen and signed her elegant script next to Emma's sloppy signature and texted her new Mistress that it was done.
Emma chuckled when Regina's ringtone alerted her of the message as she rolled to a stop at the end of Mifflin street. She texted the woman back.
Fantastic. You have pleased me, my brat.