"Where is your collar?" Emma whispered into the Mayor's damp hair.

"In my bag."

Emma feared the answer to her next question, believing that her mistake had damaged their dynamic. "Why didn't you put it on after your shower?"

Regina turned and looked from Emma's green eyes down to her pink lips then back to her intense gaze and answered with the truth. "I would rather you be in… total... control of when and where I wear it, Miss Swan." Dark eyes broke contact before she asked, "Is that alright?"

Emma took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief that the brunette wasn't opposed to wearing the leather piece and answered, "That's definitely alright." Emma kissed the side of Regina's head then pointed toward the bag and said, "I'd like it on now."

Regina stepped away and fished out the leather strip and handed it over, eyes lowered. She felt the thrill of handing over her will to the Savior, and it made her need grow. Even something as benign as a simple leather strip around her neck had her sex pulsing. The upset she felt in the kitchen was a distant memory as Emma wrapped the thin representation of her ownership around her neck. As soon as the tight band was in place, she was acutely aware of how different she felt. Being owned by Miss Swan gave her a rush like nothing else ever has, and she never wanted to go back to scheduling submissive release with anyone like she had with Ruby Lucas ever again.

This was her life now, and it seemed almost unreal. She was content. More than content, happy. Happiness wasn't something the Queen was used to, and she was struggling with believing this could be permanent even though everything the blonde did and said suggested that was the case.

Every detail her Mistress put into her Dominance had Regina weak in the knees. She was wanted, which was more than simply desired. Miss Swan wanted her. Who she is, as she is. The blonde had gone above and beyond to prepare her home to include her. It was more than just the incognito play area in the kitchen or the locked playroom in the attic; she thought about Regina's needs and deftly attended to them. She was officially swept off her feet by the blonde and was uncertain if Emma had any idea how truly special her actions had made her feel.

The buckle fastened, and she was once again under control.

Emma stood flush against her back and bit into her neck, eliciting a hiss of pain. She licked up her long neck and kissed behind her ear before saying, "Are you wet for me, precious?"

She nodded her head and answered in a shaky voice, "Yes, Miss Swan." The power the younger woman had over her was delicious, and she melted into her embrace.

Emma slid one hand down over Regina's abdomen and cupped her warm sex and groaned at what she found between the other woman's thighs. The lake of desire covered her palm, and she slipped her fingers into soft folds. "I think it's time I took care of this little problem you have here, don't you?"

"Please," Regina groaned as she rolled her hips against the probing hand. She'd been held on edge for what seemed like weeks, and her entire body was ready to explode.

"Since you've asked nicely," Emma cooed with a chuckle then pulled away from the Mayor and went to her dresser and mounted the large blue phallus into her leather harness. She ripped open the condom package and pulled it into place with several strong strokes then turned to face the nude Mayor.

"Come here," Emma commanded.

Regina did as she was told and lost her breath when Emma leaned in and kissed her. It was gentle at first, but soon, along with her need, it grew more heated. Her hands fell to the Savior's hips and moved under the shirt to stroke marbled skin. Her bottom lip was bitten in their fiery exchange, and Regina dug her nails down Emma's strong back.

The Savior hissed and broke their embrace and said, "I want you."

"I'm yours," Regina sounded back and frantically pulled the blonde back down into another kiss.

Emma let the kisses continue before breaking away once again and getting comfortable on the edge of the bed. She looked up at Regina and patted her lap and said, "Come here."

Regina hungrily eyed the large blue cock strapped to her Miss then hesitantly climbed up onto Emma's lap. With her hands on strong shoulders, she placed a knee on one side of Emma's thigh and opened her legs astride her lap. Emma rubbed the tip of the dyke against the length of her sex, finding her opening inviting, she slipped the head in. Regina lost her breath as she slowly lowered herself down, letting the Savior's shaft fill her.

"Oh, gods, Emma."

"That's my good girl. You take all of me."

When she felt her bare ass against Emma's bare legs, she spread her knees and pushed her hips into Emma's abdomen. Their bodies molded together, fitting like the final pieces to their puzzle and Regina held tight to this woman who was quickly becoming everything.

Emma breathlessly whispered, "That's it, baby. Just like that."

She felt full and wanted to feel more contact, so she dropped her hands from Emma's shoulders to her waist and wordlessly began tugging the blonde's tank top up. The Savior allowed it and assisted by pulling the shirt over her head. Regina's hands immediately covered pert breasts, kneading them gently.

"When you're ready, I want you to get off on me. I want you to fuck yourself on me like the needy little brat we both know you are."

Regina groaned, "Miss Swan?"

"Yes, my precious?"

Regina's eyes focused on the woman below her, and she tentatively asked, "May I use magic on you, Miss?"

"Magic? Why?"

"I know a spell that will increase your pleasure." Regina could see the blonde's hesitance and added quickly, "It isn't permanent." She leaned into the Sheriff and whispered into the blonde's curls, "Please? I want to give you pleasure, Miss Swan."

Emma felt anxious about the prospect but still chose to trust the witch and nodded her head permission. Regina swirled two fingers in the air, and Emma's green eyes darted around as she waited for some crazy thing to suddenly happen and when it didn't, she pulled her eyebrows in with confusion and asked, "What did you do?"

Regina smirked then tilted her hips back before impaling herself on Emma's plastic dick. Green eyes grew wide when she felt the cool air of the room chill the wetness that encompassed her shaft before she was once again fitted into Regina's tight channel.

"Holy shit, I can feel you!" Green eyes rolled into the back of her head when Regina clenched around her and in Emma's astonishment, she mumbled, "Okay maybe we can reconsider the no magic rule."

Regina wrapped her arms around Emma's neck, and in her deep voice, she husked, "I thought you might like feeling inside of me, Miss Swan."

Thick hips swayed back, and she was gripped once more, and Emma groaned her appreciation. "I do like it. I like it so much!" Kissing down Regina's collarbone, she moved her hands around slowly rocking hips to grip a firm ass, guiding it into her, feeling the Queen's warmth envelop her.

Regina's breathing hastened, and her moans grew louder as Emma took control of their pace, roughly pulling her onto her. "Yes! Please, Miss Swan!"

"Your greedy pussy wants to come for me, doesn't she?" Emma groaned when she felt Regina quiver inside and added, "She needs to come for me…"

Between panting breaths, Regina adamantly agreed.

"Come on then, precious, fuck yourself on me. Take me and devour me and come all over my magic dyke!"

Regina threw her head back as her hips jerked wildly when she fell over her peak into her screaming climax.

Emma held the shaking woman against her, and as Regina's pussy convulsed in her aftershocks, she held fast to controlling her own climax that was nearing its peak. She wouldn't come. Not like this. She wanted to look down on her Queen when she succumbed to her orgasm, so she tried to think of anything other than the amazing feeling she felt wrapped around her.

Regina's head dropped to her shoulder, and Emma felt the woman grow heavy as all of the tension melted from her body.

"That's my girl," Emma said into partially dry hair and Regina lazily pecked at her neck.

"Thank you, Miss Swan." Regina whispered against her shoulder and asked, "Did I give you pleasure?"

Emma turned into her and kissed her before saying, "You did, precious."

Regina sat up and cupped the blonde's jawline and said, "You're quiet when you come."

"Oh, I didn't come."

Confusion pulled dark brows down, and Regina asked, "I thought you said I gave you pleasure."

"You did. Feeling inside of you is amazing, but I didn't want to come through a plastic penis." Emma looped her finger through the O-ring on Regina's collar and pulled her close, her lips fractions of an inch away and said, "Tonight, when I come, it is going to be all over this pretty little mouth."

The brunette exclaimed, "Oh, gods, I love you!"

"You love me?"

Dark eyes looked from pink lips to freckled cheekbone to sleek brow and Regina thought about what those words meant to her and realized that her outburst had been her truth. She looked back down at the Savior's lips and nodded her head, "You asked for my heart."

"I did," Emma answered cautiously.

"It is yours, if you still desire it, Miss Swan."

Emma nodded her head and admitted, "I do. I want every part of you. You're mine, now and always."

"I am yours, Miss Swan." Thick hips swayed back then squeezed as she thrust deeper onto the blonde's shaft.

Blunt nails scraped down the brunette's pale back, digging into her, stilling her heavenly sway. "I need you." The desperation dripped from those few words and Regina knew she was going to get everything she wanted from the Savior this night and every night here after.

Fingers tied themselves into blonde locks and Regina hissed, "Use me, Miss Swan."

She wrapped her arms around Regina, picking her up, turning them and depositing her back down onto the bed. She removed the strap, and her underwear, from her hips and then climbed back up onto the brunette, straddling her, sliding her slippery essence along the darker woman's abdomen causing Regina to cry in surprise, "Oh gods, Emma, you're so wet!"

"You do that to me." Emma slid her hips back, dragging her clit along the wet skin beneath her. "Anticipation of your pretty little mouth does this to me." She reaches her hand between them, dragging her fingers through her desire she slides her palm over her hard clit and teases herself.

Regina groans, arching her back, pressing her thrusting hips into the Savior. "Please, Miss Swan."

The Savior grabs at perk breasts with her free hand, pinching them roughly. "I love it when you beg for me." Pulling her other hand from hot depths she grabbed the brunette's jaw, spreading her essence over plumb lips. "Who owns my Queen?"

Slipping into a fog of pleasure, Regina lost herself as Emma's plaything. Looking up at the soft muscle definition pulsing under alabaster skin, Regina watched as her Domme's hooded eyes bore into her.

"Who?"

"Yours!"

Emma got up off of the slick navel of the Queen, and situated herself across a willing hungry mouth. "Look at your mess. Hold still." Grabbing Regina's hair, she held her where she wanted her and gently brushed her lips against the Queen's. Teasing both of them with slight caresses.

Pulling against the strong hold Emma had on her hair, sweet nectar just out of reach, she begged, "Please, Miss, please!"

Emma could feel the needy pants of breath against her delicate folds and could resist no longer. She pushed her engorged sensitive nub into her submissive's mouth and praised, "That's it, precious, use that mouth and get me off."

Muffled moans replied when Emma felt the brunette's hips begin to grind. With a smirk Emma ordered, "Open your thighs, my Queen."

With the order immediately obeyed, Emma smiled and slid her hand between swollen slippery lips; causing the brunette to groan.

"Don't come," words were desperate while fingers pulled back lips and slid over a rock hard jewel.

Regina squealed as the Savior zeroed in on her sensitive pearl. Shaking her head in desperation, Regina grabbed at Emma's wrist.

"Nu huh," Emma scolded. "Get your hands back where they belong."

The bold command sunk into Regina's sex and she placed her hands on Emma's thighs as instructed.

Emma's hips resume grinding, "Now, I want you to-"

Before Emma could give the command, Regina began sucking and teasing with her tongue.

"Oh… That's it, good girl." Emma let out a content moan.

In the face of Emma's delight, Regina neared her edge, weak against the Sheriff's deft fingers.

A solid slap to her swollen lips yanked her away from her peak. "I said, don't come."

Green eyes rolled into the back of her head and Emma toppled over into bliss, stroking her sensitive sex into the brunette's mouth.

Falling forward, panting heavily, feeling as relaxed as she's ever been, Emma slowed her strokes and let out a sigh of release.

Backing down off of her royal thrown, Emma slid her thigh over Regina's throbbing sex. "Whose pussy is this?"

"Oh my god Emma, I can not-" hissing, she begged, "Please!"

A tight upward flick of her thigh muscle and Regina barked, "Yours! Miss Swan, I'm Yours!"

Rhythmic rolls of practiced strokes had the woman beneath her moaning, closer and closer to her climax. "That's right, this pussy and every orgasm she has, is mine!"

"Oh! My! Emmmmma!"

Bucking against the blonde's powerful thigh, the Queen came completely undone, arms tight around strong shoulders she pulled the blonde into her and hissed with strain, "I am Yours, my body is Yours, my submission is Yours, Miss Swan. Now, and for always."

Breathless, Emma pulled back and looked into dark eyes and said, "I am unworthy of such a gift."

Before kissing Emma deeply, she replied, "Yet the gift is still yours, Miss Swan."