She remembered the restraints digging into her wrists and ankles. The helpless feeling of being taken by the Sheriff haunted her. The woman's strong fingers pumping into her, the sting as her free hand reddened her rear. How she tugged futilely against the bindings when her sex became too sensitive for the Sheriff's rough touches then how she toppled over in her climax when she didn't stop stimulating her. Her hips were bucking against the hard thrusts like she could swallow the Savior whole. Her head spun as she gasped for breath. Her colorful orgasm blinded her, and the next thing she knew, she was being lifted into strong arms and cradled. Her range of emotions swirled around her, and she took a deep breath drawing on the Sheriff's strength. Soft, breathy reassurances whispered into her ear brought her from the brink of what was the depths of her own mind, and she'd never felt so secure in her life.

So safe.

Her arms tightened around the woman who held her, and she cherished the moment for what it was; acceptance. For the first time in her life, she felt safe and secure and cared for. She let go of her ego as toned arms protected her.

"Mister Proctor on line 3, Mayor Mills."

Startled from her daydream by her secretary, Regina cleared her throat and replied, "Thank you, Julia."

That was three weeks ago. She was handed a promise of more from the prophesied Savior and then was left on her own. Wondering. Waiting. Questioning herself, her sanity. Her worth. She rushed to sign her freedom away to a woman who made her feel. The woman who made her feel so many things. Anger. Fear. Jealousy.

Frustration.

Since the afternoon the Savior took her, she hadn't felt the intimacy she craved despite their frequent work-related interactions. She'd signed over herself on a scribbled promise that was hastily drawn up, and as time lurched forward, she started to regret jumping at the chance of being truly taken. Owned. In a way, she'd never before felt.

She ached for release. Release from her burden. Sexual release. But yet she sat alone and dejected.

Her previous interactions with Miss Lucas were sufficient and had been so for decades. They had the kind of arrangement that got her through the mundane of Storybrooke life and until Emma Swan, she thought that was enough.

Now, she was alone again and didn't even have the wolf to fall back on. She felt irritated and restless, and her restless irritation was felt by those around her.

"You may believe the title of Mayor is undeserved, but trust me, Proctor, Your Majesty is well warranted, or have you forgotten to whom you speak?"

"No, Your Majesty."

The quiet contrite reply pleased the Mayor, and she rolled her eyes before adding, "That being said, I don't necessarily disagree with you. I'll add your request to the talking points at Thursday's meeting. Now, if that is all?"

With gratitude received, she disconnected her call with a slam. Pain at the base of her neck pinched the start of a headache, and she sighed and attempted to let go of her frustrations. Opening the top drawer of her desk, she picked up a bottle of Tylenol. Shaking three out into the palm of her hand, she tossed them back and took a long drink of her water. She felt the tension across her shoulders. How tight and closed in she felt. She dug her fingertips into the delicate muscles of her neck and wished she had an appointment with the wolf.

Emma was distant, and even when they saw each other, it was as if nothing had changed between them.

This wasn't what she'd signed up for — Curt text messages and cool public interactions. The Mayor felt low on the priority list, and that wasn't how she imagined proper ownership to be.

Put aside. Neglected.

Of course, there has been an abundance of work to be done at the Sheriff's station, and yes the woman's role as the Savior would always be first and foremost, but the Mayor is despondent. Perhaps the Savior changed her mind about their arrangement.

The day Regina made a surprise visit to the station was the last civil effort to get the blonde's attention. The woman and her father were rushing out on a call, and again, Regina was marginalized.

"Hey, are you okay?" Emma asked with concern in her eyes.

"Yeah, I just…"

"Come on, Emma; we've gotta go!" Prince Charming anxiously hurried the Sheriff.

"I'll meet you in the car," Emma dismissed, then focused her attention back on the Mayor. "Did someone do something to you?"

She shook her head and lied, "No, I was just stopping in to see if you had the requisition forms for the office supplies to add to the budget…"

"Req forms, huh? No. I'll drop them off or have someone drop them off for you in the morning." David's voice called over the walkie-talkie, "Emma, what's your 20?"

Emma rolled her eyes and explained, "Henry is teaching him CB Radio code."

"Adorable," the Mayor drawled with an eye roll.

"I really gotta run, if that was all you needed?"

"Yes, of course. Be careful, dear." Regina rolled her eyes at the knowing smile she got from the Savior just before the woman turned and left her alone.

Since that interaction, the Mayor fell into a more familiar role with the Sheriff, but even her needling the Savior didn't get the expected rise out of the woman. She was at a total loss as to how to get what she wanted. What she needed from the blonde.

The feeling she felt as strong hands grabbed up the back of her hair and roughly pulled her where she wanted her. How excited the Savior had been, her thick desire was rubbed across the Mayor's cheeks and chin. Then the brunette's first taste of Emma Swan as she plunged her tongue between slick folds. She'd closed her eyes and felt free as Emma ground her sex into her mouth and praised, "Oh good girl! Just like that!"

The insurmountable joy the Queen felt at those tiny words meant everything to her. The entire exchange felt a level of intimacy she didn't know existed. The way the Savior looked at her, cool but hungry. Wanted. It made her knees weak, just thinking about it. The looks she's gotten since then were wracked with worry or annoyance at whatever petty thing Regina was doing to get under her skin. Feeling the flush of desire as her thoughts stoked the flames of her need.

She needed.

She decided that she would go and have a discussion with the wolf, perhaps even without a contractual obligation, the woman would help her relieve her stresses, with the right monetary incentives.