Anxiety balloons in Regina's stomach as she did paces the length of her chambers. Her skin crawls at just the thought of having to open up, be vulnerable. Maybe this isn't the right day. She should wait. Yes, she'll go to her study and shut herself away in paperwork until after dinner…

"Regina?"

David's soft, kind voice runs over her like a warm bath. She turns to face him, her knees growing week at the mere sight of him in his velvet tunic and tan trousers.

"I was told you wanted to speak to me. Are you alright? You look a little pale?" He instantly turns back to the door. "I'll go get your favorite tea."

Tears burn in Regina's eyes as a soft whimper escapes her lips. She drops onto the plush, royal green ottoman and buries her face into her hands. A soft thud falls before her, as David's rough but inviting hands roll up her light sleeves. He gently massages her forearm. Her head leans forward and lands onto his shoulder.

"Regina, what's going on? Should I get Snow?" His voice is ripe with worry and it only adds to the guilt that eats away at her.

"N...no." She collects herself, sitting up a bit and batting at her face. It only makes the mess on her face worse. "I've wanted to talk to you about this for awhile but I just...don't know how."

"You can tell me anything."

"It's not that simple. I know we made a list of agreements, a contract when you started working for us. And of course you're not our employee anymore. You're going to be my husband…"

David's brows furrow, his soft blue eyes glistening. "Are you having second thoughts?"

"Gods, no!" Regina clutches his hands and feels a fresh set of tears when he looks dubious. "I'm serious, David. I love you. I haven't felt this sure about anything since Snow and I added Killian. You're wanted here."

His face eases, though only margainally. "Then what's the issue?"

Regina lets out a deep breath, letting him go from her grasp. She takes him in, his tousled blonde curls and shimmering blue eyes. The way his beard has nicely grown out over the past few months. Not far below, she catches a glimpse of the simple black collar that sits tightly around his neck. Killian was the first to put it on, just as Snow had her nearly a decade prior.

"You're aware that Killian and Snow are my domniants, correct?" David nods. "One of the reasons we sought you out was because I had a feeling I might be a switch. I loved being submissive but I had an itch to scratch. Killian and I tried but it was awkward, he can only really be submissive for Snow. And forget about her...I mean. I know she'd give it her best but…"

"I can't see her in the role at all," David agrees.

"So, you came and I have had fun with you. But I've found…" She trails off. "Do you remember our trip to the Highlands? Not long after we met?"

David's lips turn up to a smirk. "I remember you rewarding me for all my effort."

Regina manages a smile. "Well...I liked that. I liked servicing you. And lately, Killian and Snow have been more dominant with me in the bedroom. But I wish...I know our agreement was that you'd never have to dominate and you don't have to…"

"May I speak?" David interiors. Regina holds her breath, nodding furiously. "I...I've thought about this too."

Regina lets out a deep sound. "You have?" she practically cries.

"I can't say I'll be anything like Killian...definitely not Snow...but there's something about you, Regina. When I was a prostitute, I'd dominate for a client, but none of it felt right until you."

A tiny sob escapes her lips once more and David pulls her off of the ottoman, into his lap where he sits on the floor. Even after a decade with Snow, a little less with Killian, there's a part of her waiting for that rejection. To be told once again, she's not good enough. To lose everything she's fought so hard to prove to herself she deserves.

"Like I said, I can't promise I'll be perfect," he whispers into her ear. "But I'm willing to give it a try."

"Thank you," she manages to get out.

"What do Snow and Killian think? Do they know?"

Regina rubs at her eyes. "I've spoken to them about it. They're on board. Really, not much is changing. You'll still have them to fulfill that need. I just won't be doing it anymore. Are you sure that's okay? I don't want it to be one sided…"

"I'll be fine."

"David…"

His fingers trace dangerously close to her bottom. "Are you arguing with me?"

A chill runs down her spine. He's already way too good at this. She gazes up into those beautiful eyes.

"What if I was?"

David smirks. "You don't wanna find out yet."


"Does Regina have a collar?" David asks Killian a few nights later as they snuggle in bed. The women have left for a vacation in their summer palace. Given the extreme anxiety Regina has faced over the past few weeks as she came for terms with her request, Snow decided it'd be best for it to be just them.

Killian nods. "Well, she did. A little before we sought you out, she destroyed it. She was going through a lot emotionally, conflicted on who she was supposed to be. Snow and I respected her wishes, but a part of me could tell it wasn't over. Not entirely."

"Then why hire me?"

"Because we had our eye on you for awhile. Regina could scratch her itch, Snow and I got a new play thing. You became more than that, of course, but at the time it made sense." He frowns. "I just wonder if we should've pushed her to not give it all up."

"Regina's stubborn, there's no guarantee she would've listened. Besides, over the last year, I feel like I've already been doing this job for her. She prefers to give me blow jobs versus me eating her out. She wants me to be the bigger spoon when we cuddle. We even, um…" Killian raises an eyebrow. "I've spanked her. Just once, for fun, during sex. But she seemed to like it." Killian grins and David smacks his chest. "You're picturing it, aren't you?"

"Maybe a little. I feel like I should've been invited to watch."

David rolls his eyes, which earns him a smack to his own bottom. "You suck."

"Wanna keep it up?"

"No." Killian fixes him with a look and David sighs. "No, Daddy."

"That's what I thought." He's rewarded with a kiss to the top of his head. "Is Regina going to call you that?"

"No. Definitely not. I mean...maybe? Who knows?"

"You need to define it, set boundaries. Safe words. Everything we did with you."

David nods. "Thanks, Ian."

"Anytime." Another kiss brushes against David's forehead. "And I can help you find a collar."

"Really?"

"Won't be hard at all. I know what she likes."

David runs his fingers against his own. "You certainly have good taste."

Killian snuggles him closer, his voice low in his ear. " I picked you, didn't I?"

It's David's turn to smirk. "You wanna go again?"

"If you've got the energy."

His lips against Killian's neck should be enough of an answer.


It's David and Regina's turn to go on a small trip, not long after she returns with Snow. Killian watches as they head out hand in hand. A piece of deep purple leather is tied tightly around Regina's neck, with a tiny silver circle that reads "Good Girl". They're off to the winter palace this time, to come up with rules and a new contract for their fun.

"They'll be fine," Snow assures him once the carriage is out of view.

Killian nods. "I know. We've both guided them the best we can."

"Plus they have the mirror they can use if they want to talk to us." She links her arms around his neck. "You know, it's been awhile since it was just us."

They're up the stairs in no time, most of their clothing gone just as fast. In mere seconds, Snow stands before him, still in her corset, which only push up her larger breasts. He reaches out for the hooks, only to have his hand smacked away. Killian's lip jut out into a pout and Snow rolls her eyes.

"Use your words."

Killian half-whines and Snow raises an eyebrow. He quickly straightens up. "May I please take off your corset?"

"I don't know, you're giving me lip."

"I didn't say anything!"

"Okay, now you can drop to your knees."

Despite the hard on that comes on at her deep, authoritative voice, Killian complies. His bare knees fall into the plush carpeting. Snow bends before him, her hand traveling into his own undergarments. Her warm hand grasps his cock, that grows firmer with each squeeze.

"Don't cum yet," she commands.

Killian moans against her. "But…"

"You'll hold it until I say so. On the bed, now."

Dutifully, Killian makes it to his feet. He wobbles to the bed, barely able to lay down. A firm smack falls against his bottom and he grows harder, but holds it back. Biting down hard on his lip, he internally commands himself to remain in control. Once he can taste blood, he moves his teeth onto the pillow. Another three smacks collide with his bottom.

"You've been very cheeky lately," Snow commands. It's not a question in the slightest, but he nods.

"I've been a bad boy, Mummy."

A playful scoff echoes throughout the room. "I'm Mummy now?" Despite the smack that comes next, he snorts at her dreadful attempt a British accent. "That's funny to you?"

"No, not at…" Another firm smack. "Not at all."

"So, I thought."

Moans escape his lips as he continues. It hurts, ever so slightly, but it's just the way he likes it. A part of him debates lipping off just a bit more so she'll retrieve the paddle, but as it is, he's not going to make it much further.

"I want you to count these last five and thank me for them."

Killian groans against the pillow. Her sharp hand collides with his sit spot, quickly turning that to a yelp.

"One. Thank you, Mummy. OW! Two, thank you, Mummy. The…ow!"

"What was that?"

"Three, thank you, Mummy!"

The last two leave him practically there and on her command, he gratefully rolls over on the bed. She straddles above him, her pussy just barely grazing his chest. A small tube is pressed into his hands.

"Get me ready, Captain," she taunts."

With great pleasure, he massages the cinnamon-scented lube to her clit. He is deliberately slow as he massages it in. She tilts her head backwards, her several hickeys from David on full display on her normally pale neck.

"And I thought you were in a hurry," she purrs.

Killian grins as he finishes up. Her lips gently brush his own neck, sucking and biting as she makes her way down. Snow's nails dig deep into his back.

"Entry granted," she whispers.

He takes great joy sliding inside of her. Snow's clit vibrates against him each time he jolts back.

"I can't…I can't hold back," he whimpers after the third thrust.

"Just a little longer."

Killian lets out a deep breath and resumes his work. She clutches tighter to him, drawing blood herself this time.

"Ahh…now!"

Killian doesn't have to be told twice. Pent up from the moment they entered the chambers, he comes easily inside of her. He pants, relief filling his body. Snow reaches over him to the bedside table and removes the lotion. She lays on the other side of him and within moments, a soothing sensation is applied to his aching bottom.

"And you call David easy," she muses as she massages the cream.

"Hey, there is no way he would've made it through the spanking."

"Fair point," she grazes his ear with a kiss combined with a nibble. "We need water."

"I'd prefer ale."

"That's not going to hydrate you."

"A little of both?" He juts his lip out and she shakes her head, smacking his newly lotioned bottom. "Hey!"

"It's going to be a very long week if you keep this up."

Snow climbs out of bed, pulling on a robe before disappearing out of the room. Killian smirks as he relaxes against the pillows. He wouldn't mind that at all.