After their night together Emma seemed more confident in her role as a Mistress to Regina, but outside of their private dynamic, the brunette was still the Mayor of Storybrooke and Emma's boss. There were talks amongst the heroes of deposing the Queen, but Emma stood her ground for the sake of "the town," and her son, and she convinced them that leaving well enough alone was the best option.
So the Mayor kept her position.
But that left Regina as Emma's boss during the day, and even though at night, when they could get away, Emma resumed control in all of the ways Regina needed her to, it still made their new relationship challenging to navigate.
Emma was waiting outside of Mayor Mills' office for her weekly Tuesday meeting. She fidgeted as she sat and waited for the clock to strike two so she could get this painfully boring meeting over with in order to discuss things she wanted to with the Mayor.
In the weeks since the brunette had been gifted to her, she looked around town for a house of her own. It was time she moved into a private space. David had moved into the apartment she shared with Mary Margaret, which was initially intended for single occupancy. When Emma took up the storage area atop the loft, it barely made the studio apartment breathable. Adding David, and on occasion Henry, made the tiny pad unbearable. She'd told herself these were the reasons why she wanted a place of her own, but deep down, playing at Ruby's cabin had been awkward for her the one time Regina suggested it, and she didn't feel as powerful playing on Regina's turf. She didn't need to explore all of the power having Dominance over the Queen afforded her, but she wanted to.
Both instances were petty, really, and that was why she soothed over those feelings by convincing herself it was about how crowded the apartment was getting.
She'd found a large farmhouse just on the edge of town, within walking distance of the Mayor's manor, for custody ease, she told herself. It had four large bedrooms spread between two floors, a full kitchen with an obscene amount of storage space; it was as if the place had been built to her specifications. Well, not to her exact specifications because since signing the deed with Mr. Gold, she'd been making modifications to the original structure. She added hardware within the house that could be easily disguised and hidden away from prying eyes. Of course there would be a special place that would remain locked that she would fill to capacity with all of the wonderful items she was buying for her playtime with the Mayor, but she wanted the utmost versatility in any room she chose, so she added metal rings and eye loops behind false panels and hidden under furniture. It was finally perfect and complete, and now, all she had to do was inform the Mayor.
Emma heard the hard slam of plastic against plastic as the Queen aggressively disconnected her phone call then the weary voice of Regina Mills sounded out over the speaker box on her secretary's desk. "Is my two o'clock here?"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Claudine," the harsh tone filled the mousy woman with fear, and she instantly apologized.
"Send her in," the clipped command was followed by another aggressive disconnection and Emma didn't wait for her to tell her it was okay before she got up and approached the secretary.
"Hey Claudine," she offered with a warm smile.
"Hello, Sheriff Swan," the girl blushed as she returned the smile.
"How is our Mayor's schedule this afternoon?"
"You're her last appointment, but she has budget proposals she needs to approve before the close of business."
"Does she need you for that?"
The perplexed look crossed the secretary's face before she shook her head no.
"Great. Why don't you finish up what you're doing and take the rest of the day off."
The light blush that colored her cheeks turned beet red, and she shook her head before saying, "Oh no, I can't, Her Maj- Uh Mayor Mills wouldn't be pleased."
"I'll totally take the heat on this Claudine, and I insist," Emma said firmly. When the woman didn't seem to trust her future employment to the town Sheriff, Emma flashed her an award-winning Charming smile and said, "Trust me, I'm the Savior."
Acceptance crossed the secretary's face, and Emma watched as she pushed back her chair and started to gather her things to leave. Once the woman left, Emma forwarded the office line to her personal cell phone and then headed into the Mayor's office.
Regina was looking as formidable as ever behind her large oak desk, and Emma's lips curled into a smile as memories of that woman begging her filled her mind.
"Please, Miss Swan…"
"May I come for you, Miss?"
"Oh god, deeper, please I'll do anything!"
Mine.
She closed the door behind her and turned the lock, sealing them in before striding over to one of the small, purposefully uncomfortable chairs in front of the Mayor's desk.
"Sheriff Swan," Regina greeted without looking up from the memo she was reading.
"Madam Mayor," Emma replied, playing the game.
The Mayor held out her hand, and Emma handed her the stack of file folders she'd come here to discuss, without a word, then sat down expectantly.
Regina took a cursory look over the paperwork and silently raised an impressed eyebrow. After another moment, Emma broke the silence and asked, "Is everything to your satisfaction, Madam Mayor?"
"Surprisingly, yes, Sheriff Swan. Thank you." Emma could actually see the tension in the brunette's shoulders and neck and knew the mood Regina was in was due to the fact that they hadn't had play time in several days.
"Well, I don't foresee a problem getting this approved, Sheriff. I've meant to discuss an upgrade with you for some time; it was just…"
"More fun to let me do expense reports on an old 286 with like three kilobytes of memory?"
The Mayor hid her smirk by licking her lips and passed over the opportunity to gloat, "Yes well, these upgrades should be acceptable. Thank you for not padding your request, it's exceedingly difficult to balance our budget."
Emma chuckled and said, "That's what I thought, brat." The term she used snapped the Mayor to full attention, and if she didn't know any better, she could have sworn she heard a soft gasp.
"Will that be all, Miss Swan?" Emma smiled wide when her honor title passed over the brunette's lips, and she studied her every move. To someone who didn't know the woman, she appeared to have gone right back to work. The ballpoint pen scratching over forms as she filled in her signature, eyes focused; a silent and stoic Monarch.
But to Emma, she saw the color flush to the apples of the Mayor's cheeks, the rapid breathing of anticipation, the occasional difficult swallow and she knew Regina was waiting for her to initiate some form of control over her.
"Have I told you yet today that you're a good girl?"
Another hard swallow was heard, and the pen stilled it's momentum before an answer was given, "I don't believe you have, Miss Swan. Not today."
"Well you are," Emma complimented then watched as the woman regained her composure.
A soft whispered, "Thank you, Miss," was her reply.
"Four days then, is it?" Emma continued, ignoring the quiet sentiment the woman breathed.
"Four days?" Perplexed brown eyes looked up.
"Four days is the maximum we should go without any playtime," Emma replied. "Four days is when you start getting irritable because you need our time together."
Dark eyes chilled, and red lips spat, "I am not irritable!"
"Oh, no?" Emma frowned in mock contemplation then said, "I sent your secretary home."
The Queen all but exploded, "You did what?!"
"I said, I sent Claudine home for the night," Emma antagonized.
"Sheriff, you had no right to do such a thing! I have the rest of my afternoon booked solid with paperwork that absolutely needs to be completed before the day's end in preparation for the city council meeting that we both have tomorrow morning!" Emma knew this but allowed the woman to get it all off of her chest anyway. "I have not the time, nor the inclination to do both my job and that of my dim-witted over-priced secretary!"
"Are you finished?" Emma asked, unphased.
"No, you do not get to come in here and destroy the carefully crafted balancing act that is running the entire town of Storybrooke simply because you feel the need to irritate me!"
Emma knew her look was smug and that it would get under the Mayor's skin that she wasn't fighting back, so she folded her arms across her chest and bit her bottom lip waiting for the rest of what was going to come out of her brat.
"And another thing, you do not get to come here during business hours and try and assert your… whatever… and expect me to just fall in line, Emma Swan. This is a place of business, and you would do well to keep that in mind!"
"So, four days is it?"
"Get out!"
With the command growled at her through clenched teeth, Emma knew she had to reel her brat back in and said, "I'm manning the phones for the rest of the day. I gave your secretary the rest of the afternoon off because our meeting is allotted for a full hour and I intend to help you relax in my hour so that you can stop being so irritable and focus on your work. I understand how important tomorrow is and trust me when I say this Madam Mayor, but you've got this. You are my good girl, right precious?"
As if the wind that bellowed her sails had suddenly stopped blowing, Regina Mills deflated and nodded her head.
Emma got to her feet and leaned across the desk, standing over the Mayor and asked, "I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you, brat."
"I am your good girl, Miss Swan."
"That's right. Now take off your shirt and your underwear. Now." Emma smiled when red tipped fingers immediately complied, unbuttoning the grey silk blouse.
Emma unbuckled her belt and quickly pulled it through the loops of her jeans before folding it in half and laid it down on the cluttered desk.
Regina tentatively stood, keeping an eye on the imposing belt on her desk and shimmied out of her black lace underwear, then dutifully handed the wet material to her Mistress.
"Thank you," the brunette whispered when Emma took the offered panties and stuffed them into her jacket pocket, then stripped off said jacket and hung it over one of the chairs. Snapping her fingers, she pointed to a spot on the floor before issuing a crisp command, "Here."
Emma had worn thigh high brown leather boots with a three-inch heel that day knowing Regina's shoe kink well. They were awful in a crisis, but they made her brat dewy, so they were completely worth the risk.
"On your knees," Emma instructed when Regina came to stand before her. The woman slowly got into position in her restrictive pencil skirt before taking a quick glance at the door.
Emma grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at her before reassuring, "It's locked, as is the building."
"Thank you, Miss."
"Remove your bra."
Regina waved her hand over her chest, and the purple and black bra she'd been wearing disappeared and re-materialized folded neatly with her silk shirt.
Emma grabbed the woman harshly by the throat and scolded, "Hey! No magic!"
"I'm sorry, Miss. I forg-aughhh!" Emma thrust her fingers into the woman's lying mouth, stopping her from making a huge mistake. Her middle and index fingers slid easily into the back of Regina's warm mouth and was successful at gagging her.
"I'm not going to tell you again, brat. Don't force me to make it a limit."
"I'm sowwy," the brunette mumbled out from around the intrusion.
"Yes you are, aren't you?" Emma began pumping her fingers in and out of the slick warmth and relished as Regina started to gently suck the digits deeper with each thrust. The smooth feel of Regina's tongue against the pads of her fingers ignited her need, and she instantly was no longer satisfied by simply fucking the woman's mouth. She wanted more.
Ripping her fingers from Regina's opening, she turned and picked up her soft leather belt and gave another command, "Bend down and grab my boots." She hissed the word, emphasizing it for the older woman and judging by the sharp intake of air, the tactic worked.
Once Regina was in position, Emma began slow, deliberate strikes across pale shoulder blades. There was no set amount given; Emma wasn't doing this as a punishment, this was very much a reward, and it would last as long as it needed to.
The sound of the leather striking flesh echoed in the large office, and soon Emma noticed the limp pile that was her Queen and she landed her last blows. She stepped away from the woman who hadn't moved an inch, and walked over to the couch, pushing aside the throw pillows she made room for them then went back and stood over the blissful Mayor and admired the puffy pink welts that were slowly rising across a strong back. "Can you stand?"
Regina shook her head no, and Emma bent down and assisted her into a standing position then scooped her up into her arms and carried her over to the couch. She looked over the woman and could see by the look in her eyes that she was deep in her subspace, so she laid her back and made her comfortable. She took extreme pleasure in the next part of their activities because she was still not used to being able to touch the Mayor in such intimate ways. She began caressing down Regina's arms and then her abdomen, working up the courage to go over her breasts. When she finally did cup one, she smiled when the response was felt tightening under her strokes. She moved on quickly to her shoulders and neck and then made her way back down her body.
"I am so proud of you, precious," Emma softly said as she detailed every inch of flesh. "I'm so proud you're mine."
"Thank you, Miss Swan," Regina whispered.
Hands made their way back up relaxed thighs, and Emma slipped under the tight black pencil skirt and dove into a sea of desire. Shock caused green eyes to widen when she asked, "Did you come, brat?"
Pink embarrassment crawled up Regina's cheeks, and she kept her eyes lowered as she answered, "I'm uncertain, Miss Swan. I'm sorry for depriving you of my pleasure."
Emma lifted a strong chin with her free hand and said, "Four days is too long. I'm sorry, my precious. I'll make sure we don't ever go over three days without playing again, okay?"
Regina nodded her head in agreement within the confines of Emma's grasp then moaned when Emma added a third finger to her exploration. "Oh, my brat likes that now does she?"
Another moan answered the rhetorical question, and Regina's hips started cantering into the thrusts. "Look at how eager you are for your Miss. Whose cunt is this, Regina?"
"Ohhhhhh!" Regina exclaimed loudly when Emma felt said cunt tighten up around her strong thrusting digits.
"I'm sorry, whose?"
"Yours, Miss Swan!"
"Tell me, brat! Whose slutty little pussy is this?"
As the question was asked, Regina's orgasm slammed into her and her entire body locked up as she rode out wave after wave of pleasure.
"That's right, mine," Emma answered with a satisfied smile.
"Yours," the spent brunette whispered.