Dinner went well, as if it had been something they'd been doing for a lifetime. Each of them took jobs without discussion, and as Emma heated their meal, Regina set the intimate setting that was their first real meal together.
As a couple.
Regina let Emma's words roll around her head during their meal and coupled with the date night feel of their dinner, the weight of what Miss Swan was offering her hit her. She wanted a life with her. Not just the lifestyle, and she wondered what a life with Miss Swan could be.
Snarky banter and lunch prep?
Arguments and angry make-up sex?
Emma seemed to rise to her role as Regina's Dominant, being quick to act when she needed her to, and it was almost like she could read her temperament without a word. The more Regina thought about how easy things had gotten between them, the more she relaxed into who she felt she was. Not the Queen or the Mayor, just Regina.
Emma's submissive and perhaps her partner.
"It's still just tacos, Regina. All you've done is break up the shells and dump what's inside on top. It isn't a salad," Emma said as she spread the sour cream dollops across the tacos she had on her plate.
"It is so!" Regina insisted with a large smile, "It's a taco salad."
"Heavy on the taco, light on the salad. Don't act like you're eating healthier than me."
"What I have on my plate is the equivalent of two fully formed tacos. It isn't the four you have, not counting the two on the counter that you couldn't fit on your plate."
"Hey, they're reserved! I'm packing calories for dessert."
Regina perked up and asked, "What's for dessert?"
Emma smiled, then licked her lips and said, "You. And I'll need my strength."
Regina felt the burn of her blush across her cheeks then flirted back, "Then perhaps I'll need one of your reserves."
"Get your own! I called dibs on both of them."
"You are such a child sometimes."
"Yes well, I've gotta give you something to lord over me, don't I, Madam Mayor? Otherwise, where's the fun?"
"I didn't realize you were such a masochist, Miss Swan."
The honor-title hit Emma and stoked the desire that was already lit. "Didn't I say you have no idea what I'm capable of?"
Regina, never being one to back down from a challenge, leaned in and said, "Bring it."
"Oh, my little precious is feeling her brat tonight, hm?"
"Perhaps," Regina answered and delicately finished the rest of her salad.
"Oh good," Emma said coyly.
Regina gulped. The tone her Miss used on her caused a sinking feeling in her abdomen and mixed with the jittery anticipation, she couldn't help but imagine what dessert would have in store for her.
Once they were finished eating and the kitchen was cleaned, Emma stepped into Regina's personal space and again put her hand around the collar that circled the brunette's neck. "This looks amazing on you."
Regina felt her excitement cause her to tremble when she asked, "Does it?"
"It does." Emma's green eyes were blown wide with need as she looked over the brunette. "My possession suits you."
"Thank you," Regina said, then added, "It's unbelievably soft. I like how it feels. I wish I didn't have to take it off."
Emma cupped her cheek, drawing dark eyes up, then said, "When I've earned it, you will get a permanent collar, precious. Something you can wear all the time."
"When you've earned it?"
"Yes. As your Dominant, I need to earn your trust. I think we've come a long way, but I know we aren't there yet."
"I trust you, Emma." Regina used the blonde's first name to prove she wasn't playing any games with her. She trusted her, in ways she's never trusted anyone else, not even Daniel. It had been weeks since she felt the uncertainty of Emma's hesitation, and every day, the blonde reinforced Regina's place in her world.
Emma gently smiled and said, "I know." She closed her eyes and added, "I know you want to, but there is still doubt, and that's okay because this is still new. I promise you; I will be worthy of your submission." Absently caressing the darker woman, Emma let her fingers find their way to the top button of her blouse.
As soon as Emma popped it out of the buttonhole, Regina's breath caught, and she felt an ache to be touched. She needed whatever pleasure her Miss was offering, and felt a willingness to do whatever it took to please the younger woman.
Emma unbuttoned then untucked her blouse and slowly opened it, exposing the pale skin underneath. She slipped her fingers under one side then walked behind Regina so she could peel the silk from her shoulders. Trailing her fingers down over the faint bruising from earlier that week, she leaned in and kissed a few of the darker areas. The snap of the bra was next, as she worked her way down, kissing and licking down the woman's spine as she stripped the black lace off of her.
Regina's hands instinctively moved behind her and absently grabbed Emma's thighs; leaning into the gentle kisses, she moaned.
"Oh no, that won't do, will it, precious?"
Pulled from the depths of her desire, Regina asked, "What?"
Instead of answering the question, Emma reached to open a drawer and pulled out a bundle of rope and set it on the counter then turned back to face the curious Queen. "Put your hands together."
"You have rope in your kitchen? Why?"
"Dessert. Put your hands together."
"What if Henry were to find it?"
"I put it there specifically for dessert, don't make me tell you a third time, brat."
Regina swallowed thickly at the underlying threat and considered for the briefest of moments to delay her compliance by asking another question, but then thought better of it and silently placed her palms together, holding them out for her Mistress.
"You're pushing it tonight, hm?"
"Perhaps a little," Regina admitted, figuring there was little to gain from lying.
"You may regret it," Emma said as she began to wind the rope around the brunette's wrists skillfully and secured it halfway up her forearms.
"I sincerely doubt it," Regina said with a confident smile.
Emma's face split into a smile when she agreed, "Yeah, I doubt it, too." She checked the knots around Regina's arms and slid the tip of her finger under the rope around her wrist and asked, "Is this comfortable? I chose cotton because I wasn't sure if you'd have a reaction to the synthetic material. I know you have allergies."
Regina looked up at her Mistress and marveled that the woman would go to such lengths to keep her safe and said, "Thank you, Miss Swan."
Once Emma was sure the binding wasn't too tight, she met the gaze of the older woman and cupped her cheek with care. "My desire is to hurt you, not harm you."
She circled to her back, admiring her prize, then slid her hands around Regina's midsection and roughly unbuttoned the woman's dress pants. With a little coaxing, they slid down pooling at her feet. Emma's hands were on her in an instant, sliding her fingers around thick hips, gripping and caressing.
Regina's matching black lace thong grew damp in her anticipation when Emma got down on her knees. She shivered when kisses were placed down her lower back and when her newly uncomfortable underwear was removed, she gasped.
"Did you do everything I'd asked?"
"Yes, of course, Miss Swan."
"Good girl," the blonde absently replied as she pushed her fingers into the crevice of Regina's thighs and slid between her wet sex. "Oh my brat is hungry for dessert is she?"
Regina hummed and pressed back against the probing fingers and replied, "Hmmm, yes, Miss Swan!"
Emma reached into the rope drawer and pulled out two smaller bundles and made anchors around each of Regina's ankles. She leaned into the Mayor and gently bit into her ass as she reached around to press the secret button that hid away the eye loops. She kissed the bite mark then instructed, "Open your legs a bit wider, precious."
Regina looked down when the little doors clicked open and gasped when she realized she would soon be immobile. She stepped forward and widened her stance to match where the restraints were located on the floor of the kitchen and felt the cool air of the room caress her hot, dripping sex. The anticipation and uncertainty had her painfully turned on, and she was sure no matter what the blonde had in store for her, she was going to love every perverse moment of it.
Latching the anchors to the mounted steel loops in the floor, Emma checked to make sure they were secure, and that the cotton rope wasn't too tight before getting to her feet to inspect the sight before her. She ran her hand over one of Regina's sculpted cheeks and growled low in her throat. Her need for the woman was clouding her thoughts, and she had plans that couldn't be side-tracked by her desire.
Reaching in the rope drawer once more, she pulled out the smallest bundle yet and untied it before finding the bight of the rope and folding it in half. She turned to Regina and noted that the woman's pulse point was popping off of her neck, and her breathing was quick and shallow, so she placed a hand on Regina's hip and checked in with her before continuing. "Are you comfortable? I can make your stance narrower if you need it to be."
Regina silently shook her head no, but Emma pressed by lifting the woman's chin and focusing her eyes on her and said, "You'll be in this position for some time, is it comfortable?"
"Yes, Miss Swan."
"What's your safeword?"
Regina took a deep breath and replied, "Apples."
"I'm going to continue," Emma warned and took the woman's bound hands into her own.
"Thank you, Miss Swan."
Emma carefully threaded the center loop of the rope through the first rung of Regina's binding and looped the ends through to secure it. She let the tails drop when she finished and focused her attention on Regina's breasts. She leaned in, wrapping her hand around the Queen's waist to steady her before kissing one plum nipple then the other, lingering to tease each with her teeth. "I'll see you ladies a little later, Miss Swan has an appointment with a bratty ass this evening." She stood back up and looked Regina in the eye before commanding, "Lean forward across the counter."
Emma grabbed the loose tails of rope and guided Regina into the position she wanted her. Laying her torso over the center island counter, Emma pulled the line until Regina's arms were stretched as far as was comfortable. She checked to make sure the brunette's weight was supported then tied the loose tails to the secure O-ring on the other side of the island, leaving Regina propped up on her elbows, but still extended to the point of immobility.
Emma checked the rope to make sure it wasn't digging into her submissive's wrists then focused her attention on how she looked, tied up, and spread open. She admired the woman's body as she ran her hand down her back to her trim waist then down her smooth thighs.
Regina Mills is exquisite in every way imaginable.
She moved behind her and gave one of her perfect cheeks a slap and said, "You are never more beautiful than when you are on display for me, Regina."
She leaned down and kissed the woman's tailbone then made her way down as her hands spread the Queen for inspection. "Well done, precious. Your presentation pleases me."
Regina let out a shuddering breath then quietly said, "Thank you, Miss Swan."
Emma got down on her knees and lifted Regina's cheeks, parting her sex. The thick desire clung to the brunette's soaked curls, and when she relished the first taste of her submissive, she moaned. She flicked her tongue across the Queen's inner lips before plunging deep within her slick opening, causing the woman to groan in approval. The channel opened and was welcoming of Emma's tongue, so she leaned into her, diving deeper. She teased the Queen for a moment before slipping the tip of her tongue up around the woman's hood.
"Oh, gods, please!"
Emma teased and nipped at all of her sensitive areas before kissing back up the inside of Regina's cheeks, aiming for the goal that had been prepared for her. Feeling Regina tense, she started with light pecks to the outer rim before darting out her tongue for her first swipe. A gasp was heard, which made Emma press more firmly, allowing Regina to get used to the warm wet feel of her tongue against an area she was unaccustomed to.
When Emma brought up the kink of ass play, she found out quickly it wasn't something Regina had been overly thrilled about and rebuffed the idea of Emma putting her mouth somewhere so filthy. It was during that discussion that Emma showed her how to properly clean the area and the inner cavity so it was safe for oral stimuli. When Emma invited her over for the weekend, she told her to prepare herself, physically and mentally, for this play. It was something Emma wanted, mostly because no one had ever pleasured the Queen in such a way before. This would be hers and hers alone.
Emma teased the tight opening of Regina's entrance with the tip of her tongue and was pleasantly surprised when the guttural groan of the Mayor filled the room. The approval spurred her on, and she slid in deeper, pulling out then pushing back in. Her thick muscle meeting resistance at each thrust, but the resonating pleasure-filled moans that echoed against the high ceiling of her kitchen reassured her this was something her precious submissive was thoroughly enjoying and if she continued she was sure Regina would climax.
There was so much more she wanted before she allowed her precious brat to come, no matter how much she was enjoying hearing the Mayor's delight.