So, sorry for leaving you hanging last chapter, this would have been way too long otherwise.
My girlfriend made sure I had time to post this and added copious amounts of bribery to make sure it was definitely finished today for you, and her.
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Previously on The Collar
"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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Regina flinching, expecting a harsher grip, only allowing herself to relax when she was sure her pet was following the rules. Then she found herself completely distracted by her pet's mouth, the kisses were questing, sensual and very, very satisfying.
So satisfying that neither realized when their bodies became flush against the other, Emma holding the queen close but Regina reciprocating and sliding an arm around her pet's waist. The blonde was breathing hard, this was so different from their previous encounters but she liked it. Liked how responsive the queen was to her kisses, how pliant she was being as Emma slowly edged them back towards a stack of hay bales, gasping when they exploded and leaving a thick pile of hay on the ground. Magic had its uses, Emma managing to form the thought as she spun them around so it was her back that hit hay. Regina panicked as they fell, fingers clawing at her pet but before her magic could react they had landed, Emma's body cushioning her from a harsh landing.
"Well played," Regina's congratulations surprising Emma who could only smile smugly before she was under assault, eager hands tearing at her shirt, ripping it open, so that they could touch the now unblemished skin beneath.
"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. Usually so controlled in her role it was exciting to see the blonde with her head thrown back, neck arched, eyes closed and lip caught wantonly between her teeth. Damn! Even without magic this woman was talented, Emma thought before snapping her eyes open to take in the view, dark head bent over her chest, the back of the queen's neck just waiting to have nails gently scraped from hairline down to between shoulder blades, the act drew a shuddering moan from the queen. Regina heard the sound leave her, the betrayal of emotion a shock but she was disinclined to stop this -?
Emma focused, breasts now cool without the queen's attentions, brown eyes looking down at her with open curiosity. She took that as a cue to reach up and undo the queen's shirt, slowly sliding each mother of pearl button through its loop, slowly revealing the queen's underwear. Emma was pleased to see her mistresses nipples tight against the cloth, hands sliding under the queen's breasts, framing them and allowing Emma to brush her thumb over the peaks. Regina hissed, pleasurably so, but allowed her pet to continue her explorations. It was only a few moments before the blonde sat up, tugging impatiently at the short silk shift to free it from the waistband of the queen's britches.
"Wait," Regina placed a hand over Emma's, stilling it, the blonde watching as the queen deftly unfastened the hidden catch, loosening the pants sufficiently to free her undergarment. Emma took a moment to take in the half dressed tousled mess that was her mistress, pants now unfastened and shirt caught in the crook of her elbows and exposing almost bare shoulders, save for the thin straps of her slip. Emma took a mental picture for who knew if she would ever get to see such a sight again? She was being treated like a lover, not a slave and it was unlikely to last.
Regina watched her pet, unsure what the delay was but growing impatient, that was until the blonde's mouth fell to her shoulder and began tracing the contours with her lips, teeth also making an appearance but to enhance, not cut through, the gesture. A gesture causing Regina to close her eyes and drop her head back, enjoying the perfect balance of lips and teeth on her skin. As her lips explored and made headway towards the queens breasts Emma made short work of the shirt and slip, carelessly pulling them off and tossing them to one side, pleased when her own shirt was also removed by the queen's eager hands. Snaking an arm around the softly muscled back of her mistress Emma pulled them close so that their now naked breasts were pressed together, the height difference working perfectly to achieve this as the queen sat in her lap, legs tightening around the blonde's hips as they kissed. The act a mutual meeting of lips, hands exploring soft skin, breathing steadily increasing as their arousal rose, both women hot and wet as they ground together
"Enough!" Regina growled, pushing her pet harshly away from her, so hard that Emma fell back against the hay, tensed for whatever may come next be it pleasure or pain, the queen was behaving so out of character, anything was possible. "Show me yourself," Emma relieved that the command was on the preferred end of the scale and hastened to strip out of her boots and pants, toeing them off once down her legs and lying back against the scratchy hay, the queen kneeling above her.
"Always so wet for me," Regina smiled, running a finger through her pet's dripping folds. But, instead of remaining the passive slave Emma took it upon herself to free the queen of her own pants, receiving no verbal objection as she lifted Regina up by the hips and off to one side so that she might peel the tight leather from strong legs, leaving them lying side by side and both completely naked.
Now, Emma was a top, she took control, took what she wanted. But, this was a different situation than the norm and her gut told her that for it to continue she had to be careful to keep the balance of power as neutral as possible, or tipped in the queen's favour. So, with gentle hands she hooked her lovers knee and pulled, draping the leg over her own hip, exposing the queen's sex but without smothering her in any way.
Regina was pleased with the approach, proving again that her pet was not an idiot, not like some lovers she had taken, they had ended up regretting breaking her rules. A sigh. All thoughts forgotten as fingers touched her, there -. Because Emma usually had strict instructions to use only her mouth on the queen it was a novelty for them both to bring the blonde's fingers into play. Fingers and mouth as she was kissed again, tongue seeking entry past her lips while fingers stroked her sex, both soft at first but insistent. Insistent on bringing full arousal to Regina and Emma had not even touched her most sensitive part, or broken the rules and ventured inside.
Emma took her time but didn't tease, a slow building of pleasure but not withholding, now using her whole hand from heel of her palm to fingertips to stroke the queen's sex, always in contact but twisting and rolling her hand to mix up the sensations the queen would feel and where. Regina felt how wet she was, how swollen and - hot! She was burning, sweating but hardly moving except the steady roll of her hips against her pet's hand. Their lips locking and bodies rubbing together, the action surprisingly natural for unfamiliar lovers, a counterpoint of lust as they moved as one.
Emma felt herself throbbing, the placement of her hand between the queen's legs enabled her to rub against her own wrist as they rocked together. Kisses became harsh and unfocused, more teeth than lips, Regina gripping Emma's back, clawing at the skin, leaving stinging trails that excited the blonde, spurred her to up her game and bring the queen's clit into play, an area she had avoided so far but now extending the length and pressure of her strokes, taking in clit and ass and everything in between. Regina was losing control, not a situation she liked to be in but at the moment she didn't really care, her pet was fucking her so, so well. Sex on fire and belly tight with anticipation, mouth now locked on her pet's neck, to ground more than to cause pain but Emma was loving the added 'bite' and felt herself speeding towards her own climax.
"Oh fuck!" The blonde swore as it all became a frenzied blur of sweat, heat and musk as their bodies fought together for -. The second Emma felt the queen begin to tremble against her hand she knew her mistress was close, a slight lessening of pressure set her on a extraordinary plateau, aroused beyond belief but still needing, desperately needing more. Then with a scrape of her nails and a pinch Emma brought them both tumbling down. Cries and moans renting the air as they climaxed together, bodies still moving as one, each wanting to prolong the moment.
Just as the physical climax abated Emma gasped as she was hit by a blast of magic emanating from the queen, Regina crying out and going rigid in Emma's arms. It was intense but immensely pleasurable, Emma recognising it as the queen's magical climax that usually accompanied their sessions, she was not concerned, just let it flow through her and prolong her high. Eventually it was quiet and still as they lay in a limp tangle of limbs, the queen collapsed on top of Emma. At a small movement Emma opened her eyes to see confused brown staring back at her then nothing, the queen disappearing in a puff of purple smoke, Emma's exhausted mind realising that it had neither texture nor odour before actually registering that she was alone.
"Huh!" The blonde snorted, rolling onto her back and staring at the dusty ceiling. That was surprising but not unexpected. A stretch of tired limbs as she enjoyed the endorphins still crashing around her body before slowly dressing and trying to look less 'just fucked by a freight train of evil queen' in the reflective polished accents on the tack and deciding to make her way back to the palace.
"What happened to you?" Red asked, eyes wide as she observed her friend entering the palace. Thankfully it was a rest day and the administrative contingent of workers was absent and the halls relatively empty. Even so Emma had risen to legendary status amongst the palace's inhabitants and eyes were always on her. "What do you think just happened to me?" Emma mumbled, still a little foggy from the experience and knowing she had to somehow put it to one side and once again play the dutiful slave. The fact that she and the queen were extremely sexually compatible without their designated roles was of no consequence in this situation. "Oh!" Red nodded, her nose telling her everything Emma had not, the slave was totally saturated in the queen's scent, more so than from their usual coupling.
"Did she -?" Emma shrugged, not really wanting to answer the question she couldn't really answer herself, what had that all been about?
"Is she in her rooms?" Emma asked the wolf, Red's innate magic giving her a fix on the queen's general location. "Yes," Red nodded, smiling, her queen was content and relaxed. "Thank you for putting her in a good mood, she wants to speak with me later and it can only help." Red frowned, not looking forward to the conversation. "What did you do?" Emma questioning her friend's anxiety.
"Nothing, that's the problem," Red sighed. "Belle -."
"Ah," Emma duplicated the frown, "I see," the slave did not elaborate as it was not her place but Belle was willing and Red -. Red was inexperienced as a mistress and Emma was curious to know what the queen had in mind.
"Go find her, you usually calm her down so go do your thing, wonder slave," Red teased, shoving Emma on her shoulder and in the general direction of the queen's chambers. The blonde shaking her head as she went. Emma entered the queen's chambers, unsure of her reception. Yes, it had all been consensual on both parts but had left the queen vulnerable and that had never boded well for Emma in the past. Regina had almost finished bathing and relaxing after her encounter with her pet when her magic alerted her to the slave's presence. She did not call out or summon Emma to her, interested to see what the blonde would do. Emma paused out of sight, steadying herself and rolling her shoulders before stepping forward, only to fall to her knees once in front of the bathing pool.
"Mistress," it was a statement, not a question.
"Pet," a simple acknowledgement between the two women that their roles had returned.
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You are failing in your duties as mistress to the slave I gifted you, an attractive and surprisingly willing one at that, wolf."
"I -," Red sat forward, throwing her hands up. "I don't know what to do with her, Greta at least has some basic training, she follows orders and is relatively competent. Belle -. Well, she is a nice girl but -.