Last chapter was a fun one to write. Many of you are asking why I used the movie Maleficent and not the Once one. Well, it was for a few reasons. The first being the fact that I just prefer her as she kicks ass and wanted to go against the norm and have Maleficent as a good guy in this fic to highlight the dichotomy of Regina's personality, allowing for some further if slight SQ development and draw some interesting parallels. I also wanted to have a change to expand on the world a bit and show some different sights, hopefully you enjoyed it as well :)
Also, a few readers have mentioned points they would like expanding so please let me know and I will try and fit them in if I can and they are not major plot spoliers.
But! Here things really start to kick off and the race for SQ begins. I am also back to my original draft and that will speed things up too!
This got away with me and the teased has been moved on a chapter, so has the sex ;) But, still a pretty long chapter.
I hope those of you that celebrate the 4th had a good day, it was just a surprisingly hot Saturday here in England with no fireworks to look forward to!
Read, enjoy and review and I shall finish writing SQ sexy times as soon as possible!
Not safe for work!
(I hope the formatting is ok, ff was being a bitch tonight when I was trying to upload)
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Previously on The Collar
Emma braced herself, unsure what to expect. The sensation wasn't unpleasant but it felt different than the dark queen's magic, that was seductive and thrilling. This -, this was lighter and Emma felt the niggling aches and pains that always plagued her from a catalogue of old injuries disappear as she exhaled.
"Better?" Maleficent queried, smiling softly at the slave.
"Yea -, uh yes. Thank you," Emma smiled back, grateful for whatever the fairy queen had done.
"I owe you a debt, you may reclaim what and whenever you choose," Regina sniffed but truth be told she was grateful to her friend.
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Both mistress and slave were quiet on the journey 'home'. Emma surreptitiously testing each and every muscle, flexing them and testing their strength against recent memory of her injuries. Assessment complete Emma concluding that she couldn't remember ever feeling this fit and healthy, even prior to her bounty hunting days a life of foster care and street living had taken its toll on her young body.
The sled dissolved back into its component ingredients, a nondescript pile of organic matter, melding with the forest floor. Regina bade the spirits farewell and they merged back into the trees just as they had come. Emma stood watching, emotionally drained and welcoming of the queen's gesture to her pet, they were re-entering the palace. "Red!" Regina called to her wolf as soon as they were back within the palace wall, Emma noting the gate leading to the forest closing and sealing itself behind them as mistress and slave returned home.
"My Queen?" Red offered a short bow before falling silent.
"Maleficent said that you had need of me?" The queen queried. Red raised her brows at the information but shook her head. "No, all has been well here," the wolf's nose crinkling in puzzlement.
"Hmmm," Regina frowned, wondering why her friend had urged her home until an extremely angry rumble emanated from her pet's stomach.
"Where is the pup, and the girl?" Regina enquired.
"Ah!" Red's eyes widened and she blinked, the queen's questioning continued.
"Yes?" Regina pinched the bridge of her nose, wondering what in the Kingdoms the pair had managed to get up to in her absence. "We were barely gone a day!" Exasperation driving through the words.
"Oh, no, they're fine. Well, not requiring punishment at least!" Red quickly reassuring the queen who raised a brow, awaiting an explanation.
"Marta has stomach sickness so Greta volunteered to watch the pups and Belle was helping. One thing led to another and, well -, Belle got knocked in the lake by the pups and it turns out that the amazon cannot swim. Greta pulled her out so everything is fine, now," Red shrugged.
"Well, have them present themselves for dinner, we shall dine on the terrace," the queen announced and although Emma was mentally shaking her head at the younger slaves' antics the thought of food was a welcome distraction and her stomach growled its booming agreement. "Pet, go instruct Cook that we require a hearty meal as soon as possible."
"Yes, Mistress," Emma nodded and when a brief wave of dismissal was given the slave efficiently made her way through the palace corridors and delivered the instruction.
"Are the bothersome twosome coming to fetch it then?" Cook asked, laying a large platter on the scrubbed wooden table in the centre of her workspace.
"I don't know, sorry," Emma shrugged. "I can take it."
"No, girl. It's good to see you up and about after that ordeal. You serve the Queen in ways no other can, save your strength and see that she eats. Food's barely been touched since that beast appeared and if I didn't know better I would take insult!"
"You know better than that, Cook. I'd happily do nothing but eat your pastries," Emma grinned, the two now regularly entered into banter, something they both enjoyed, the exchanges verging on irreverent but Cook impressed by the slave's snappy replies and dedication to her mistress. In turn Emma had learned that the woman had been with the queen since the beginning, a former maid to the royal chambers that the queen had dismissed to the kitchens. 'Nicest thing anyone's ever done for me,' had been Cook's explanation. 'I got to cook all day and stay away from the old letch.'
"Yes, well now young Gabrielle has taken her amazons home I might be able to take a break. That one has always eaten like a vulture but I can't blame her, growing up like that you never know where your next meal is coming from."
Emma frowned, a little confused.
"I swear that woman is ridiculous!" Cook exclaimed, catching the slave's expression and slapping a loaf of bread so forcefully onto the platter that all the kitchen staff jumped. "She saved that girl from that bastard's bed after he'd beaten the poor little thing close to death! It's common knowledge he was a cruel King but she was only a child and bought as a slave at that! A playmate for the little princess, he said!"
Emma's stomach roiled, knowing she had the man's blood running through her veins.
"Go, you're white as a sheet and barely recovered. The Queen will have me in the dungeons if you fall ill again, she needs you around," a sigh. "Take care of her girl, she takes care of us all and it's a heavy burden."
"I'll do my best," Emma nodded, relieved that the conversation was over and the appearance of Greta in the doorway.
"The Queen wants you, now," the young wolf announced. "And I am to tell you to stop gossiping," Greta growled at the cook, baring her fangs. Cook sniffed but quickly put the finishing touches of the meal together as Emma left to return to her mistress, head once again full of so many contradictory thoughts.
"Ignore anything that woman says," Regina warned as her pet returned, the familiar action of the slave dropping to her knees somewhat settling for them both, especially when the queen's hand found her way into blonde curls.
Emma thought it best not to respond and that was accepted by the queen who had her attention on Red, having updated the wolf on Maleficent's advice regarding the beastly trespasser.
The comfortable silence was broken by the arrival of Greta with the food, platter placed down gently as first the queen was served before a still damp Belle stepping forward to serve Red. Although her soaked state had been met with no reprimand except a command to go change, Belle was still on edge, congratulating herself when she managed not to make a mess of Red's food.
"You shall resume normal duties tomorrow," Regina informed her pet, she would have the rest of the day to finish her recuperation. "We shall discuss your tasks when I break fast."
"Yes, Mistress," Emma replied, dutifully, taking the piece of meat she was being fed between her teeth and tugging playfully. The queen raised a brow but did not release the morsel until the slave relinquished the food, then it was given freely, Emma's stomach highly appreciative.
The evening followed previous routines, returning to the queen's chambers directly after the meal and the slave noting that the pile of books she had been reading during her recuperation had been neatly tidied away to the top of the dresser in Emma's small room. Emma undressed and bathed the queen then herself and they retired to bed, the queen ushering her pet under the covers in case she caught cold. Emma lying there, mind busy as the queen read a book Emma had skimmed but had no interest in the development of healing magic, she had neither magic nor an understanding of the terms used within the text.
When Regina extinguished the lights both women lay there, side by side but neither able to sleep. Emma suffering massive conflict over her feelings for the queen and the day's events and Regina dwelling on Maleficent's words regarding the beast and also what debt the fairy queen may decide to claim. That was now two debts she had accepted for her pet's well-being, two more than she had ever accrued in the past and to none other than a faye queen and a dragon! But then her pet, Emma, was a prize to keep, an investment that had already paid off in many different ways and now she was whole again.
Emma sensed the queen was still awake but lay hoping it wouldn't be for long, she needed space to think but it was impossible to focus with her mistresses warm body still unrelaxed in sleep. Nothing was resolved at that juncture, eyes growing heavy and only lightening with the sky.
Regina had let her pet sleep, it was going to be a busy day, she mused, looking down at the tousled blonde head she was now used to seeing beside her, the slave sleeping on her side and curled towards her mistress. It was not a concern, many nobles kept a favoured slave or lover but as she had already proved than neither she nor Emma were weak it should not have any effect on her reputation. In fact, Emma had earned her own, impressing many and demonstrating her unique suitability for the role.
However, looking back, it had been a very physically intense period for her pet and although Regina was intending to continue to fully enjoy her pet's most favourable assets she would also do her utmost to preserve the slave's health.
When she woke Emma was amazed how good she felt, body buzzing with her own natural energy. Not as intense as magic but much more sustainable, it was moving towards mid morning when Emma read the queen's note, neatly folded on the tray of food. 'Meet me at the stables', it read in perfectly elegant script, Emma snorted when mentally comparing it to her own forced scrawl.
Well, better not keep her waiting! Emma sighed, dressing quickly and knotting her hair into a loose ponytail in case riding or other horse related activities were to be undertaken. Emma's heart rate increasing as she saw the queen in her tight riding breeches and sheer white silk shirt, the slave realising that it wasn't just her strength that had returned. Cursing her damn hormones for confusing her even more and reminding her how long it had been since she'd had the 'pleasure' of the queen. Then a snort, Emma never thinking herself one to crave another in the way she undoubtedly did her mistress, it was pathetic.
Confusing but pathetic.
"There you are!" Regina beckoned to her pet, pleased to see her so well rested. "I have a tour of the stables to complete."
"Yes, Mistress. How can I help?" Emma queried, quite pleased as she did like being around the horses.
"Nothing is required of you yet. Arno, the stable manager will also accompany us to give me the information I require," Regina explained.
"Yes, Mistress,' Emma nodded her understanding and joined the queen who was admiring the horses being exercised in the paddock that the stables surrounded.
It was silent as the pair observed the different animals being put through their paces, massive war horses, slimmer racing mounts and even ponies.
"Mistress?" A nod of permission for the slave to speak. "Who rides the ponies?" Emma questioned, ever curious.
"Riding is included with the children's lessons," the queen replied without taking her eyes off the work going on before them.
"All the children?" The slave wanted to clarify.
"Yes, riding can be an enjoyable pastime so I don't believe it should be restricted to the noble classes or only those able to afford their own stable," was the queen's reply. "Tell me how you learned to ride? I believe you misled me me with regards your level of skill in that area." Regina turned to face her slave, Emma having the decency to look sheepish and toe at a loose rock with the tip of her boot.
"My apologies, Mistress. It had been a number of years since I had last ridden so did not want to inconvenience you with unfounded claims," Emma replied, honestly.
"Apology accepted," Regina nodded after assessing her pet's words. Emma was not known to be a liar, in fact the slave seemed to pride herself on her integrity.
"Thank you, Mistress," Emma mumbled, avoiding the queen's calculating gaze.
The moment was interrupted by the arrival of the queen's stable master, a surprisingly young man who immediately and confidently engaged the queen in conversation about the progress of the horses in the paddock. Emma listened and learned that the queen was extremely well versed in horse care and training, knowing much more than Emma had learnt in her stint on the ranch or from later reading when such quiet but enjoyable times were simply a warm memory.
Emma followed as the queen led the way towards the stable blocks, constantly questioning the man by her side, each horse greeting her with a whicker before receiving a few minutes petting and a magicked apple, the response a friendly nudge. She really cares for them, Emma mused as she idly scratched a massive dapple grey stallion behind his ear.
"He likes you!" Arno uttered, tone surprised.
"Mmmmm, yes it is true, he does not usually take to people," Regina agreed, observing the way her pet confidentially interacted with the animal.
"Most animals like me," Emma shrugged. "Dogs especially," the slave smirking in response to the queen's playfully raised brow.
"Indeed, but a topic for later," Regina murmured so that only her pet could hear. "His name is Destroyer, as he has kicked down more stalls than any other horse I have known."
"Well, he is rather big, maybe he gets claustrophobic?" Emma suggested.
"Clause-? I do not know that word," Regina frowned at her pet's casual use of the term.
"Apologies, Mistress," Emma realised her error but thankfully Arno was a few paces away providing instructions to one of the stable hands that had sought him out. "It means a fear of small, enclosed spaces."
"Hmmm, then you may be right. As soon as he moved to this block he settled down but the stalls here are much more spacious than his last," Regina's brow furrowed as she contemplated the scenario. "Well, it is good to know such words have been coined, pet."
"The word phobic or phobia indicates a fear of something," Emma explained, hoping the queen would not find it patronising.
"I have much to learn about your language," Regina conceded gracefully, Arno now free and ready to continue on.
"And I shall answer any questions you may have, Mistress," Emma deferred as she fell into step behind the queen.
"My Queen! Master Arno!" A stable hand ran into the block they were currently inspecting. "Harmony is in trouble, the foal is a breech and she is trying her best but -." Emma gasped as the queen disappeared in a puff of purple smoke.
"Follow me, Mistress Emma," Arno instructed and Emma jogged after the two young men to the next block that opened directly onto a paddock occupied only by gravid mares and those with foals. A nursery paddock, the thought making Emma smile before her attention was caught by a loud neigh followed by the queen's voice.
"Nearly there, you brave thing," Regina knelt by the labouring mare. "Just one more push and it will all be over," a steadying hand on the horse's flank as she channelled a little magic into the animal, both giving her a little more strength to complete her task and preventing a dangerous tear from ripping to life threatening proportions. The mare calmed and neighed again as flanks rippled, muscles tensing for another mighty push. This time it was successful, the foal shooting out, wrapped in its mucus sack as a woman cut the cord before checking the foal over for signs of life. A nod told Regina that it was fine.
"Well done, look what you did!" The queen cooed as the mare lifted her head to nudge the foal, nostrils flaring, scenting it for the first time. "Rest now," a final pat and the queen stood from her seat on the straw, dusting off stray strands and dust from her breeches as she did.
"An odd looking thing," Regina mused as she looked the foal over, weak legs attempting to stand with encouraging nudges from its mother. The foal was black with a spiky white mane and tail, rather scruffy looking Emma thought considering its mother was a fine looking, well proportioned chestnut.
"Too early to tell yet, My Queen," Arno chuckled. "She's hungry at least." They all watched as the foal impatiently head butted its mother, trying to access her milk.
"Yes well, it seems I am surrounded by stubborn creatures," Regina sniffed. "See to the foal, I shall read through your reports before reviewing the training schedules."
"Of course, My Queen," Arno replied, bowing as he was dismissed.
"Come!" Emma heard the familiar command and followed her mistress out of the building towards one she recognised, the one where the queen's midnight black charger was kept along with Red's horse. "Ready to ride?" The question thrown over the queen's shoulder as Emma's eyes adjusted tot he darkness. The queen's horse as tacked up and ready to go, tied next to it on the rail was Destroyer, also saddled.
"I'm to ride him?" Emma's eyes widened, never having ridden such a fine or large horse, her head falling below the peak of his shoulder.
"Well, if you want any hope of keeping up -?" Regina laughed at the look of confusion on her pet's face as she easily mounted her own horse. Emma blinked, a little distracted by the queen's ass as it had swung effortlessly into the saddle.
Emma was left in a cloud of dust as hooves sparked a cadence on the stone, the queen already out of the building and riding away at a fair pace.
"She wants to race?" Emma muttered, swinging her leg up and managing to mount relatively easily. "Well, what's a few broken bones on top of everything else?" Exhaling as she urged her massive horse forward, feeling his eagerness to run in the taut muscles under her. "Go on then, let's find her." A gentle tap of her heels was all it took before she was speeding out of the stable and riding down the track, the queen barely in sight as she approached the open fields that bordered the front of the palace.
The race was fast and furious, the horses quite well matched for speed but the queen had a head start and home ground advantage.
Emma urged her horse on, giant hooves steadily closing the gap until they pulled up alongside the queen.
"Hmmm, not bad," Mocking brown eyes looked over to her pet, "so far at least." At that Regina touched her heels to heaving flanks and shot forward.
"Wha-?" Emma scowled as her mistress left her in a cloud of dust. "For fucks sake!" The slave muttered before setting off on the chase.
Soon Emma began to enjoy herself, the queen was sticking to a track that wound around the land outside the palace but never gaining too much ground, making it easy for the slave to track her. A flash of sleek black hide and the not too distant thundering of hooves taunted Emma, the occasional sight of the queen's lithe figure riding low over the horse's neck spurred her on.
Regina had not had this much fun in a long time, ecstatic that her pet had more than basic riding skills and a tenacity to keep up the game of cat and mouse. However, when she felt that Rocinante was tiring and the sweat trickle down her own back she led them towards the palace, allowing her pet to ride alongside, glancing across at the blonde who was flushed and bright eyed. Emma caught the queen's heavy lidded gaze and felt her sex clench.
It was then the track opened out by a pond, Regina immediately swinging down off her horse and dropping the reins so he could drink. Emma followed suit but as soon as she her feet touched the ground she was thrown roughly against the trunk of a large tree, bark scraping against her back and a counterpoint to the hot lips fastening to hers.
Regina was on fire, it had been days since she had bedded her pet, the pup had been available but it was never the same, never as-. Someone moaned as Emma's hands dropped to the queen's hips, fingers curling into soft curves, both women pressing against the other, breast to breast, hip to hip. Regina slipped her hand down the front of her pet's tight leather pants, encountering first the damp silk of her underwear before slipping beneath. Emma groaned, head falling back against the tree as her mistress fingered her sex, not entering her but teasing, rubbing, sliding over her arousal.
When those wet fingers withdrew they pushed into Emma's mouth, the slave cleaning them like a dutiful pet.
"Good girl," Regina smacked the blonde gently on the cheek, tone smug and bordering on patronising but Emma didn't care, her legs were jelly and her underwear was totally ruined.
Emma locked her eyes on the queen's ass as she rode raised off the saddle, stirrups short, horse at a gallop. The steady beat of her own horse's hooves calmed Emma and she took a moment to focus before they reached their destination and whatever undoubtedly sexual scenario was likely to unfold. The queen was definitely horny, as was Emma so the slave was strongly hoping that she wouldn't be left with blue balls.
"I'm so fucking screwed," Emma sighed as she spurred her own horse after her mistress. But who to talk to? Everyone she knew adored the queen despite her harsh ways, there were no impartial opinions to be had around here. No-one to, not even Red who she actually considered a friend, could help her sort through the turmoil of emotions her mistress inspired within. The problem was that this was a very different world than her own, medieval was the nearest comparison, medieval with magic. Therefore the norms she would apply at home just didn't come close. The queen was judge, jury and often it seemed, executioner. A task Emma's mistress seemed to relish, a little psychotic, yes but something that appealed to her darker side. A side that this world was able to cater for extremely well.
Extreme.
That was a good word, everything here was more extreme, life or death, blood and pain.
And she liked it. She liked that the queen fucked hard and brutally because so did she. Emma found herself accepting so many things her mistress did because they were what she would do in a similar situation, but undoubtedly morally questionable. And, surprisingly, submitting to the queen's whims was not a chore because she was so fucking good at what she did. Even without the magic her mistresses skills were to be admired. Emma had seduced women and fucked them until they broke, not usually physically but until they emotionally belonged to her. It was what she did and what she was good at and how she made such a good living. That was the crux of this wasn't it? She and her mistress were very similar and that was drawing her worryingly close to the queen.
That and the queen's, Regina's, past intrigued her. It sounded like she had been though an age inappropriate abusive marriage that implied marital rape followed by alleged matricide to a man that, if what Cook had said was true, liked to rape and beat girls who were still children. Who knows what else had gone on before that? No-one ever mentioned the queen's parents and they didn't seem to be around any more. Shaking her head Emma tried to dispel the disgust and anger such acts always inspired within her. It did go a long way to explaining her mistresses control issues though. And Yes, Emma enjoyed rough sex but there were always boundaries, always an out if it her sub needed it or if Emma thought they had reached their limits. Some people had a desire to be abused, it was dodgy territory but it was her responsibility as a domne to ensure that no lasting mental or physical damage occurred during a session. Not boundaries her mistress observed or probably knew existed, she ruled supreme and often on a whim, especially when laying her games.
A sigh, that life seemed so far away right now. What would she do if the collar came off? Emma bit her lip as the palace came back into sight. Would it be so bad living here? 'Fuck! Ok, as long as I can hold it together I'll be fine,' Emma lectured herself but the throbbing between her legs was distracting. 'Am I really this fucking shallow?' The answer appeared to be a resounding yes, for now.
As soon as she had dismounted Emma was being shoved against the harsh stone of the wall, her mistress standing, observing her pet who was flushed and flustered, tousled with a sheen of sweat on her delectable skin. The slave became transfixed as the queen began to absent-mindedly began to tap her crop against the polished sheen of her boot. The two women locked eyes, Emma's heart racing, fists clenched by her sides, a jerk to stop herself from moving forward and pressing herself up against the sinfully attractive woman staring her down.
Regina saw the flash of - , something in her pet's eyes but nothing came of it. A slightly more forceful tap of the crop and the slave dropped her eyes and relaxed, pose now submissive and Regina felt a twinge of disappointment, she was worked up enough to relish a fight but Emma was too in control to let herself go in that way. Besides, it would be a shame to have her injured, again.
"Inside, before I take you in the courtyard like a common whore," the words meant to rile but Emma didn't react, instead following orders and slipping through the small door that accessed the rear of the stable. It opened into a tack room, clean and smelling strongly of leather, saddles laid out on individual racks, harnesses hanging on regulated hooks all over the walls.
The queen kicked the door shut and stood, legs slightly apart, one knee cocked as she once again surveyed her prey, everything about this version of her mistress excited Emma, the woman exuded swag, a cocky, sexy confidence borne from knowing that she was the best in the room, the most powerful, the most beautiful one there.
The crop reached out and the tip traced from the blonde's chin, across her breast bone and nudged the collar of Emma's shirt open, revealing more of her chest and the top curve of her left breast, the action repeated on the other side until the loose necked shirt was pushed wide. It then trailed lower, between Emma's breasts, down over her stomach until it reached the apex of her thighs, just above her sex. Then, a flick of the queen's wrist and the crop flicked against her sex, right on top of her clit, a light 'thwack' coinciding with Emma's moan, god that felt good.
Regina smiled, watching her pet shifting her legs further apart
"Hmmm, how shall we play today? Regina mused as she circled her pet, the blonde's breathing deep and even , chest barely moving but her darkened pupils and previously discovered wetness gave her arousal away."Some of the nobles parade their pets around as ponies but I find the whole thing disrespectful to the animals. A horse tail should remain on the horse, not in someone's anus," the queen sniffed and Emma could see her point. "Do they do that in your world, pet?" Regina queried genuinely curious.
"Ah, yes Mistress," Emma replied, lip curling in amusement. "There are regular events that require my attendance. Not just ponies, dogs and cats too."
"Well, I have enough canines around but cats?" A shake of the queen's head ended that line of conversation. In fact it seemed to heavily impact the queen's mood, the monarch pensively surveying their surroundings, crop beating rhythmically against her boot. "How would you behave in your world?" The question surprising Emma, eyes flicking up to meet the queen's.
"In what situation, Mistress?" Green eyes questioning, posture straightening.
"In this one. A pet waiting to be taken in whatever way you choose. Be honest, speak freely," Regina sniffed, non-committally.
"Well," Emma straightened to her full height, pulling her shoulders back and raising her chin, not wanting to put the queen on guard but feeling more confident letting her slave persona slip, a little at least. Regina noticed the change and liked it, her pet was extremely attractive but the minor changes were one that transferred her from a slave to a confident young woman. Not quite the same effect as what she had dubbed the slave's 'warrior' stance, the one that terrified her subjects, this was more refined and akin to when her pet was allowed to let looser her darker urges, but somehow muted. An edge of respect.
"Well, Emma would probably have been distracted by the beautiful woman in the room with her," Emma slipping into third person as she answered the queen. Regina bit her lip as her pet cricked her neck, looking around the room but the blonde's eyes soon settling very unsettlingly back on her own. As the slave stepped forward Regina held her ground, she wasn't afraid, her magic could kill the slave in an instant. But, she was wary, she knew how strong and fast Emma was, how resourceful when it came to using her surroundings to her advantage. Another step and Emma was surprised that she wasn't halted by a word or action issuing from the queen. They were two paces apart, now one.
"Because this woman is not a slave to be toyed with but a mistress to be respected," Emma murmured, noting the queen holding the corner of her bottom lip between sharp, white teeth. Chest rising and falling steadily. "A strong, powerful woman to give pleasure to," Regina inhaled as the slave's lips met hers. There was no aggression but neither was it without substance, a firm press, tip of the blonde's tongue teasing her lips open. This was not the usual submissive kiss her pet offered, this was a lover's kiss. Emma was about to pull back but found a hand suddenly circling her throat.
"Restrain or enter me and I will kill you," the queen hissed, fingers tightening, lips millimetres from her own as they issued their threat.
"Understood," Emma agreed, the terms fair, crashing her lips back against the queen's and letting one hand fall to a curving hip, the other reaching up and cupping the back of her neck, fingers resisting the urge to dig into the soft flesh beneath both locations.
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Next on The Collar
"Ahhhh!" Emma arched her back as the queen tweaked both her nipples before holding one in her mouth, fingers continuing to toy with the other. "Fuck!" Regina smiling at the uncensored curse, pleased that the agreed change of roles had also loosened her pet's tongue.