As instructed, Regina led the Sheriff upstairs to the second floor of the mansion. The buzz she had when the blonde arrived was completely gone and in its place was nervous excitement. This encounter, whatever encounter this would turn out to be, was far more intimate than anything she's done with her previous Mistress. They were in her home, marching toward her private space.
"Where is your shower?" Emma asked, looking around the unfamiliar layout of the second floor.
"The main bath is down the hall near the guest bedroom, and I have a personal bath within the master bedroom," Regina dutifully replied.
"Where do you feel most comfortable?" Emma asked, green eyes scrutinizing her every move.
"My bedroom, Miss Swan." The confidence she's managed to pull out and hide behind since she's met the Sheriff was long gone in the wake of their newly formed contract and the details within. Even her voice sounded different, almost demure, and that little fact only fueled her nerves. The Sheriff's confidence had always been an attractive quality, but now surrounded by the truth of desire, she was breathtakingly intimidating.
She stood awkwardly in the center of her own bathroom and watched as Emma Swan pulled her long blonde hair up and twisted it into a tight bun on top of her head. As if it were a clear signal of what was to come, her stomach bottomed out in anticipation.
"Sit," Emma commanded as she opened cabinets and gathered supplies. Regina bit her tongue and sat down on the closed lid of the toilet and watched the blonde rifle through her belongings.
Emma turned on the sink's faucet and then ran a washcloth under the steaming water. She lathered up the cloth then bent down near Regina and proceeded to wash the woman's makeup off of her face.
The Queen allowed the strange behavior, even if it made her a little uncomfortable. She was unaccustomed to being attended to in such ways, and the mix of emotions she felt from the gentle touches stirred up things she wasn't entirely sure she understood. Once her face was clean, the Savior looked over and said, "That's better." The easy smile she was afforded made her feel better about the interaction, and as soon as Emma gave her the next command, she felt that familiar pull in her gut that submission has always created. "Strip."
As she stood and slowly started to remove her clothing, she felt apprehension until she saw the blonde was not watching her perform the task, but instead was preparing the shower for her. Feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment when she was finished undressing and green eyes finally turned to pay attention to her. A smirk crossed the blonde's face as she looked Regina up and down, taking in her nude form under the relentless lighting overhead.
"That will do." Emma stepped closer, and a warm hand was placed on the Mayor's abdomen as she was inspected. Her heart pounded in her ears as she was handled and looked over then given instruction, "You're to grow out your pubic hair a little longer. I'd like it trimmed, but still, have the ability to easily grab and pull it if I decide to punish you in such a way."
Regina swallowed thickly then nodded her head in understanding. Noting the difference already, between her old and new Mistresses; Miss Lucas preferred neat and trimmed if not entirely clean shaven. It would take some time getting used to, and she was pleased Emma hadn't given up on them the way she imagined.
Just as Miss Lucas had said that afternoon, Miss Swan was very serious about her promises.
A raw ache of her need pulsed as she thought about all of the ways Miss Swan would punish her, and she swallowed down a frustrated groan.
"Now get in the shower and clean yourself for me. Wash your hair and do anything else you normally would, quickly."
Regina nodded her head and jumped into the shower as commanded.
When she was finished, she wrapped herself up in the large fluffy towels that were laid out for her and made her way into the bedroom. She found Emma Swan had changed into a black tank top and lacy black panties. The choice in clothing highlighted all of the attributes Regina lusted after and she did little to hide her appreciation.
When Emma noticed her, the concentrated features of the Savior melted and a soft, warm smile spread over the woman's mouth.
As the younger woman approached her, Regina noticed the difference in her stature almost immediately. The Savior seemed to carry herself with a greater presence because the Queen suddenly felt very small in comparison. Emma's confidence, which had always pulled her in, suddenly seemed less annoying and more erotic.
A hand was placed at the small of the Queen's back, and she was guided toward her large king sized bed. She noticed right away several tools were laid out along the edge of the bed, and she felt her stomach clench at the possibilities. The Savior removed her towels and dried every inch of her body, including towel drying her hair then took her towels and disappeared into the bathroom.
A moment later, she came back with a smile, picking up a black leather harness from the end table on the way. The younger woman circled her, and Regina could feel the dark eyes on her. The lust behind the look made her shudder with anticipation.
"Are you alright?" Emma asked as she dragged her fingertips down the length of Regina's spine.
"Yes," the brunette nodded, accentuating her answer. She felt bare in a way she was unaccustomed. As if it were more than mere clothing that had been stripped from her and she was exposed to the Savior.
"Good." Emma knelt before her and coaxed the leather harness into place around the Queen's hips and then instructed her to lay on the bed. The harness was made of thin leather and was so secure in its placement that the Queen was extremely aware of every movement she made as she climbed up onto the bed.
Once she complied, the Savior pulled her arms and legs into position and strapped the leather restraints to both her wrists and ankles. Regina swallowed thickly before looking over herself and the predicament she found herself in. Her legs were held open, and even with the little bit of pull, she couldn't fully close them. Her arms also had some slack, but she was unable to get out of the bindings. Emma dug around in a bag on the floor and pulled out a large blue dildo.
Regina's breath caught at the sight of it as she imagined all of the ways her Miss Swan could fuck her with it. After a moment, she realized she was the one who would was being fitted, and she tried not to squirm as the rubber dick was tugged into position within the harness. It leaned with the drag of its bulk, and the Queen quietly allowed her attention to be drawn back to the Savior. The woman was checking the bindings, and once she was pleased with what she found, she returned her focus back to her.
"So," Miss Swan started. "Since you are in no condition to begin any kind of maintenance punishment, I guess I have little choice but to use you." She climbed up onto the bed, and dark green intensity bore down on the Queen when she gritted, "Tonight you are nothing more than my fuck toy, Regina Mills."
Regina felt the hot embarrassment crawl over her body, and when the tears prickled behind her eyes, she took a deep breath to settle herself. Emma rested her cool hand on her cheek and the intensity she witnessed in the younger woman's eyes softened, "We can go slower if you like."
"No, I'm quite alright."
"Well then," Miss Swan bit her bottom lip and leaned in and said, "I can't tell you how disappointed I am that I'm unable to hurt you a little tonight. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"You're unable to hurt me?"
"You're intoxicated Regina."
"I am no-"
A piercing look stopped the brunette in her tracks, and the blonde replied, "Don't argue with me. Apologize."
"I'm sorry, Miss Swan." She felt genuine discomfort with the knowledge she'd already let the younger woman down, and her upset surprised her.
"Not yet you're not, but you will be," the blonde replied then laid a sweet kiss to her cheek that caused her entire body to erupt in goose flesh.
The woman slid down her body, eyes taking in her exposed skin, lips exploring wherever they pleased. A few places where a hot tongue caressed her she wanted the languid licks to continue, and she tried to grab the woman's head only to be reminded that she was, in fact, a passive participant in the Savior's game. She wasn't impressed by the reminder and wanted to please the blonde in all the talented ways she knew she could. Being bound to the bed effectively denied her of showing off her significant attributes.
Lips closed around a tight nipple, and Regina gasped as pleasure ripped through her. She wanted everything the blonde deemed willing to bestow and offered herself up with a deep groan and an arch of her back.
"So eager, my Precious," Emma's hot breath tickled over her skin, and Regina wanted to be devoured. Every inch of her ached for the woman's touch; be it pleasure or pain, it didn't quite matter, she needed Emma closer. Her Mistress.
The weight of that title seeped into the bound brunette, and as she laid there, unable to move or control what was happening to her, she endured the gentle teasing at the whims of her Mistress for the first time. A peace settled over her to the point where she barely noticed when the blonde got up off of the bed and made a show of shimmying out of her lacy underwear.
When she climbed back up, the brunette's attention was suddenly hyper-focused as Emma straddled her abdomen. She rolled her hips, and she could feel the blonde's arousal as it was spread across her stomach. Cool hands took up her tight breasts and kneaded them.
Regina pulled at her restraints as her desire to touch the blonde grew, and she let out a frustrated groan.
"Be a good little toy and be still." Emma leaned forward as she reached behind and grabbed the tip of the dyke strapped to the brunette and rubbed it the length of herself. With an opened mouth gasp of pleasure, she stuffed the head in then slowly eased down.
Regina watched, wide-eyed as the blue toy disappeared into the Savior. With a few small bounces, the blonde settled down, astride her hips and allowed herself a moment to get accustomed to the size.
"I can't believe you fit that whole thing inside you," Regina said in awe.
"I find it funny you still question my abilities." The Savior rolled her hips, and the base of the rubber dick ground itself into Regina's mound, causing her to groan in surprise. She knew the intent hadn't been for her to receive pleasure, but as the Savior rocked her hips, pleasure was all Regina could feel. She dug her heels into the mattress and maneuvered herself so she could thrust up into the Savior, meeting her tempo.
She rolled her eyes back into her head when Emma found a good rhythm and gasped when the blonde murmured, "Yeah just like that, brat." Strong hands grabbed her breasts, and she yelped when her nipples were harshly pinched. As the pleasure washed over her in the wake of the pain, she regretted consuming the alcohol she had for better part of the day. She wanted the woman to inflict pain upon her, she needed it, and that desire was ignited as Emma roughly fucked herself against the Queen.
A hand slid up and grabbed her throat, and words were gritted through clenched teeth, "You're mine!"
For the first time she felt possessed in all the ways she'd always imagined, and as the fingers squeezed around her pulse point, she screamed out with her orgasm.