I've been writing like crazy recently so have a big bulk of work to edit through again which will hopefully speed posting up a bit. But, it has meant that some sections/scenes have grown too big to fit in one chapter, so I've split them where a natural break occurs.
Thank you all for your reviews and comments, there is still a lot to work through so please bear with me!
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Previously in The Collar
"So, are all the stories true?" Emma questioning as they took the lift down to meet her driver. Dinner had been enjoyable and relaxed, kisses had been exchanged whilst changing into their dresses for the evening, nothing else had happened but Emma knew she was a horny drunk and seeing the queen in a sheer blood red dress wasn't cooling her libido. Regina was thinking along the same lines, Emma looked delectable in the black dress she was wearing, scandalous splits up either side and it left most of her pet's flesh on display. A pleasure to look at but Regina knew that she would have a hard time reigning in her possessive nature this evening. It had been difficult not to slap the lecherous looks off the people they had encountered during the day and Emma had been dressed conservatively by comparison.
It was going to be a long night!
"Hmm, some. Some hold a vague resemblance but play better for the reader than the truth," Regina contemplating what she had read. "It bears further research. I have not yet read the tale you told me about that beast that may pertain to Belle's situation."
"Let me know when you have, I'm interested to see if they could be connected," Emma was genuinely curious. "I like the girl, she's a good match for Red. Or will be with further training."
"Agreed," Regina humming her response as they waited for Emma's driver.
"It's Friday, the city is busy at night as most don't have to go to work tomorrow so they go out and socialise," Emma noting Regina's nervous impatience. The road was busy even though it was evening.
"I see. What are your thoughts on the pup? She seems to be progressing well?" Both women becoming drawn into the conversation, ignoring their surroundings.
"She is taking her lessons well but she needs more. She is so willing to please but because of that lacks the fear as she has not yet failed to please. Not in any grievous way." Emma assessing Greta's progress. A nod from the queen, urging her to continue. "She's too comfortable in the role, she respects you very much but as a favoured child who expects the odd scolding but forgets there could be much more serious consequences for transgressions she may yet commit."
"Are you saying that I have been too lenient?" Regina frowning, admitting to herself that her temper had been fairer since Emma had arrived to distract her from the mundane and also her wickeder urges; and provided such excellent stress relief.
"No," Emma shaking her head. "Not at all, she's just adapted so well to your needs that you have had no reason to punish her. There is no fault to lay, just favourable circumstances for her."
"The faye wishes to claim her, I am disinclined to let that happen. Especially given what you have just confirmed," the conversation pausing as the car arrived, Emma holding the door open and waiting for Regina to slide inside before following her into the interior of the car and giving the driver their destination then pressing the button to raise the privacy partition.
"She's not ready yet," Emma settling herself against the leather seat and resuming their conversation. "The faye girl is still too green to handle her properly. Even if you were inclined to the match, theoretically are you?"
"Yes, it is my plan, eventually. She is to be trained as Red's second so having an obedient wolf by her side will only strengthen their position when the time comes," Regina becoming slightly distracted by the view from her window as they drove before snapping her attention and contemplative gaze back to her companion. "There is attraction there, the match would be a considerate one."
"it would make a lot of sense," Emma agreeing as the car slowed to a gentle stop, "We're here, let me know if at any point you wish to leave," the blonde turning in her seat to face the queen. "It's going to be kind of crazy and really loud in there but I think we can have some fun," Emma sliding her hand onto Regina's knee then up her bare thigh, under the hem of her dress, fingers coming to rest mere millimetres from the queen's silk covered sex. Regina encircling Emma's wrist, squeezing it as she studied the blonde. A jerk and Emma's knuckle's meeting the heat hidden beneath.
"Don't play games with me, pet," the queen drawling, eyes darkening in challenge.
"Oh, but I do so enjoy them," Emma flexing her fingers, causing a gasp, the blonde simultaneously leaning in to nip at the queen's collar bone, eliciting a hiss of pleasure.
"Mmmm, you and I both," Regina sniffing. "Now remove your hand or finish what you started." The queen was not prepared for Emma's free hand to press against her breastbone (where it was exposed by the low cut of her dress), firmly pinning her back against the seat, fingers splayed, controlling.
Emma didn't speak, the fingers under Regina's skirt straightening, hooking the gusset of the queen's panties aside until they were in direct contact with the heat hidden there. Regina sucking in a long breath, holding it as she awaited her pet's next move. The campaign beginning when Emma brushed her fingertips ever so lightly over the queen's outer lips, she was already wet, occasionally (purposely inconsistently) catching Regina's clit. The two women locking eyes as the seduction began. Emma not increasing the pressure or speed of her strokes, Regina was unused to not dictating the pace of such things and she felt her frustration rising rapidly.
"Speak and I will stop," Emma's tone dark and commanding, a slightly heavier pressure directly against Regina's sex and the warning bite of the blonde's nails against her chest reinforcing her words. "Do you trust me?" Emma knowing exactly what she was asking, stilling her hand, single finger slightly extended but the other motions continuing, continuing to arouse.
A nod.
"I need you to say it," Emma wanting no margin of doubt to remain between them, the cost too great.
"I trust you," Regina words carrying on a quiet breath.
"Thank you," Emma bending to kiss the queen's full lips, a kiss that was returned forcefully, Regina trying to regain control where she could. Emma allowing her that small victory, fingers speeding up, waiting, waiting. Regina's hips bucking, Emma sliding a single finger inside the queen for the very first time. Their kisses continued, Emma moving the digit in and out at a slow, steady pace that she knew would gradually push the queen to an almost unbearable edge.
Regina finally allowed herself to relax into the experience, knowing that Emma was extremely good at what she did, having observed the blonde's prowess as a lover with the others they had bedded together. Indeed, the experience was becoming extremely pleasurable, she was hot and wet and Emma's finger was hitting all the right spots, it just wasn't quite enough...Emma slowing the pace of their kisses, controlling the climb, the queen arching into Emma, trying to increase the contact. Emma pressing her down, more forcefully this time, a low growl escaping between their kisses. In and out for an indeterminable time, the blonde's finger gradually increasing the pressure it was exerting inside -.
First brushing.
Then stroking.
Then curling.
Regina gave up focusing on Emma's mouth, instead throwing her head back, allowing the blonde to attack her throat, swollen lip caught between sharp teeth, her own bite intensifying the pleasure she was feeling. A steady but now relentless pressure was building in the pit of her stomach, tightening, burning, swelling until she thought she might combust.
"Come for me," Emma breathing in her ear, biting down on the lobe, curling her finger one last time.
It was more than enough.
Emma catching the queen's cries in her moth as she pressed her lips against those of her lover, the weight of her body not unwelcome to Regina, she knew the blonde was trying to ground her, protect her until her body lost its vulnerability. Indeed, as Regina's breathing levelled out and heart-rate began to slow Emma pulled back, winking as she slid to her knees in the spacious rear of the car, parting still tensed thighs and pressing knees apart until she was able to see the effects of her effort. Regina was still recovering but did not resist as Emma removed her soaked through panties and tossed them onto the seat next to her. Next the blonde was pushing forward, tongue lapping and mouth sucking until the queen was cleaned of any excess fluids. She was surprised when Emma manoeuvred to slide her own panties off and slip them onto Regina, slightly damp with signs of the blonde's own arousal.
"There, all done," Emma smirking as she wiped her chin off with the back of her hand and pulled Regina's dress back down before re-situating herself on the seat, stuffing the wet panties into her clutch. "Ready?" The seemingly innocent question was followed by a very smug raise of blonde brows.
"Well, your performance was adequate, " Regina retorting with her own arch look, not admitting how arousing she had found the experience. "Now, show me this club you extol so highly."
"If you insist," Emma finally exiting the car and waiting for her companion to join her on the pavement. A steadying hand offer but refused, Regina determined not to show how shaky her legs still were. Emma -, Emma was -, unquantifiable.
"Ready?" Emma leading Regina into the brightly lit building, bypassing a line of people queuing outside and merely nodding at the well built gentleman who manned the door. "May I take you coat," a valet asking politely, Emma handing her coat off to a valet who approached, a nod indicating Regina should do the same. "Shall we?"
"We shall," Regina bowing her head in gracious acceptance of the invitation.
The first thing hitting Regina was the wall of noise as the doors opened, loud, loud music assaulted her ears. Emma felt her wince and tightened her grip.
"It takes a bit of getting used to," Regina nodding, only just able to hear her pet over the din. The next thing she noticed was the increasing darkness and flashing lights as they progressed into the interior of the club making it hard to see what was going on in front of her. "Come with me, let's get you a drink." Emma led them around the edge of the room and to a short staircase that was guarded by two burly men in what Regina had seen passed as formal wear in this land.
"Mistress, a pleasure to see you," Emma didn't respond simply nodded as they passed, climbing the stairs they reached a seating area that overlooked what Regina could now see was a dance floor but like none she had seen before. A mass of bodies pressed together and the way they were dancing -. She tore her eyes away as she was directed to a low, comfortable looking 'couch' Emma called this particular piece of furniture. It was quieter here, not much but enough to allow ones' own voice to be heard and the raised walls around the seating area providing a degree of privacy from onlookers.
"Hot, isn't it?" Emma murmured as she watched the expressions on the queen's face as the brunette's attention was immediately re-captured by the dancers.
"It is rather warm, dear," Regina responded, slightly confused as to why her pet then laughed.
"I meant in the arousing way," the blonde apologised when she realised she hadn't been understood.
"It is, - intriguing." was all the queen commenting, now recognising the context of the term Emma was using.
"Mistress Swan, your usual?" Regina snapping to attention, an extremely attractive blonde approaching them. Emma watching as the brunette raked her eyes over the young woman's body, lip curling in that deliciously predatory way as she noted the collar and cuffs she wore, thick leather cuffs of red leather and a wide collar to match. Apart from that she wore little else except scraps of silk covering her sex and breasts.
"Yes, and my guest will have an apple martini," Emma gave the order and then blanked the girl who took that as her dismissal.
"She is employed here?" Regina queried, now extremely curious.
"She gets room and board in exchange for her services," the blonde explained. "Tonight she is serving but she also provides other entertainment when required. This is not a full-time fetish club, tonight it's open to the public for the music and dancing. No submission or sexual favours – unless she chooses a partner, and no punishment. She will only serve the pre-vetted clients to maintain her safety and maybe do some time in the cage," Emma gesturing to the large cages hung at each corner of the dance floor, in them Regina could see a variety of male and female slaves performing erotically with each other.
"I see," the queen contemplating the information. "She chooses to be here?"
"Yes, but only one of the differences between my world and yours," Emma sitting back in her seat and crossing her legs, exposing the majority of their long length for the queen, dark eyes tracing the stockinged flesh until it disappeared into the barely modest dress. "Here they must choose to enter servitude, a contract is signed and the owner or establishment must ensure the health of the slave. But, contracts vary as do the owners. Some, as you know, are brutes," the blonde looking to her companion and was given a nod of understanding. "The clubs I associate with are reputable establishments," she continued. "Slaves are worked hard but kept well. Injuries are not uncommon but there is a qualified medical team always on hand at the larger events where things get physical."
"No magic." Regina stating with a wry smile.
"No magic," Emma replied with a chuckle just as their drinks arrived. "I think you'll like that," a wave of her hand towards the delicate glass that had been placed before the queen, Regina taking a sip of her drink. It was familiar and yet not, the taste of apples mixing with the alcohol and other ingredients.
"You shall make me these when we return," Emma could only smile at the demand, there was no weight behind the words.
"Of course, My Queen," was her lightly teasing reply. The brunette scowling but Emma could tell her heart wasn't really in it. Their titles were simply a part of their strangely intimate banter now that their roles had equalised in her world, rather than holding the deeper connotations they had previously. Emma distracting herself from thinking on their situation too deeply by letting her eyes wander over the dancers below them.
"Will you dance with me?" Emma placing her glass down, her own drink also finished.
"What, down there?" Regina baulked slightly, eyeing the mass with mild disgust.
"Yes, down there," Emma smiling, "maybe another couple of drinks?" Holding up two fingers to the attentive slave before sliding closer to the queen, hand once again falling on Regina's bare thigh, the blonde noting the hitching of breath as contact was made.
"Mmm, maybe," Emma gasping as the roles were reversed and she was pressed back into the velvet of upholstery, a dominant queen practically in her lap as her lips were ravished. Regina sliding her fingers into Emma's hair, possessive, controlling Emma's access to her, not letting the blonde gain the upper hand.
"Regina!" Emma finding herself reacting as she always did to the queen's aggressive side, feverishly returning the kisses, hands falling to the brunette's hips, pulling her closer. "Wait, wait," Emma tilting her head back, breathing heavily and away from those insidious lips,
"Wait?" The lip in question lifting in distaste, her pupil's were blown and Emma guessed that the alcohol was kicking in, the queen's tolerance lower without her magic to bolster her metabolism.
"As much as I'd like to fuck you right here we need to take a break or the trip would be pointless and we could have stayed in to fuck each other senseless." Regina glaring at the blonde's poor excuse then blinking, feeling a rush of light-headedness followed by a warming rush of energy as a heavy bassline vibrated through her body.
"Come on, I'll teach you to dance," Emma wanting to make the most of the time they had, the queen now much more receptive to the idea, straightening her dress before moving to free the blonde from beneath her.
"If you insist," Regina not looking enthused but reaching for another of the drinks lined up and downing it in one long draught.
"Well fuck me," Emma admiring the action before duplicating it.
"If you're a good little slave," Regina whispering the taunt in Emma's ear before stalking away into the crowd leaving Emma to stare after her.
"Oh, she's going to regret that," the blonde growling, eyes fixing on the queen's point of disappearance and stalking off into the crowd to hunt her prey.
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"Shall we find the slaves?" Eva hesitating before continuing. "You look tense, things are under control and I can occupy Greta for as long as you need -." The tone suggestive and Red felt her wolf was restless, it liked that idea. A lot.
"Yes, they should be back from their errands now, looking for trouble," Red shaking her head. "It's a good job they are relatively useful."
"You two!" Cook called out to the young slaves who were loitering in the hallway. Not sure what to do with themselves, neither wanting to be in the way or to be too far away from Red when she called for them.
"Make yourselves useful and go pick up a package for Red," Cook passing on the wolf's instruction on a piece of parchment. "Don't dawdle, she may need you soon."
"Yes, Cook!" Greta replying enthusiastically, scanning the paper. "Come on, we get to go out of the palace," informing Belle with a grin.
"Aye, hurry back. It is only because you are known, pup, that you are allowed out unsupervised. Don't make me regret letting you go! Now shoo!" Cook flicking a towel in their direction to speed them along.
"Yes, Cook!" Greta repeating herself, jogging away from the sting that had caught her many times as a child.
"Come on, we'd better be quick. It's a long walk without a horse but it's nice to be outside," Greta setting off at fast walk once they has slipped through the kitchen door leading to the outer courtyard. "Red says never to run, people talk when you run she says, they panic," a shake of her head sent dark curls bouncing at the idiocy of the masses. "Anyway, I don't think you could keep up," the wolf teasing her friend with a yellow glow tinting her eyes.
"I was long distance champion in the village!" Belle indignant to be dismissed so easily.
"In a village of humans!" Greta rolling her eyes. "Red can run for days, literally. She can run faster than any wolf and can reach the ocean and return in a day." Belle, blinked, that was impressive, faster than any horse she had come across.
"I know she is an alpha wolf but I don't know what that means, exactly," Belle screwed up her face in confusion.
"She isn't just an alpha, idiot," Greta growled, both teeth and eyes showing signs of her canine heritage. "She is the aplha, all other alphas defer to her leadership. We respect her and she rules us, under the Queen's protection."
"You're alpha?" Belle thinking that she had maybe misunderstood her friend. She didn't seem like an alpha. She was not confident nor had the mien Red projected.
"Yes, both Red and I are the last of our lines. Red's line was thought to be extinct but her grandmother had hidden them away in the White Kingdom. No-one was looking for wolves there."
"Why would anyone look for wolves? I thought the packs were free to roam the forests?" Belle questioning. "I'm sorry. I only remember what I have learned from the Amazon teachers. This is all new to me," she apologised.
"No, it's alright to ask," Greta smiling at the questioning. "King Leopold banished them from his kingdom, some stayed and lived in secret but until the Queen took the throne and welcomed us back we stayed away or hidden. They hunted us, skinned us, like that bastard did to my mother," Greta growled, claws appearing as she flexed her hands into a fist. The queen had not re-instated the limitations to the slave's wolf powers, deeming them all safer if Greta had full accesses to her inner magics.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know," Belle launching at her friend and wrapping her in a hug, Greta too stunned to do anything but be squeezed.
"You're strong!" The young wolf gasped, shaking herself free.
"I'm an Amazon," Belle shrugging, "we work hard to be strong," the slave straightening her posture proudly.
"Well, thanks but you know you're not allowed to touch me, without Red's or the Queen's permission, remember?" A low growl of warning had Belle jumping back.
"Yes, sorry!" The amazon squeaked. "I'm really sorry, I'll tell Mistress Red I made a mistake," her head hanging down, disappointed in herself for breaching the trust of her mistress.
"I think you'd better, she always knows what's going on," Greta nodding. "But thanks, I appreciated the gesture," the words followed by a sad smile.
"Well, you've been so kind and patient with me," Belle was shy now. "This is all so new and -, well scary!"
"I know, I forget that you didn't grow up in the Kingdom. And that you don't even know who you are. It must be hard, I'm sorry," Greta apologising with a sigh. "Anyway, I'm alpha which is why Red says the Queen showed such interest in me. We have strong magic in us which appeals to her. And we are strong of course," the wolf flashed her companion a smirk, "it takes a lot to survive in the Queen's bed."
"Yes, she scares me," Belle admitted softly.
"Well, she's given you to Red so you're safe. I think?" The young wolf unsure herself. "The Queen is busy with Emma now but together they are . Well -, I cannot say any more about that."
"You're in heat?" Belle teasing, now much more comfortable with the more experienced slave and having lived with her amazon sisters she was far from shy about sex talk.
"Incredibly!" Greta groaning. "And it's so overwhelming when it does happen, in a good way of course I just -."
"Need it?" Belle, sighing at her own, similar, predicament.
"Yes," the young wolf agreeing. "I just never feel as complete as when the Queen is using me," a shrug. The statement was a fact and not one she was questioning. "But I heard you with Red."
"Wha - ?," Belle gasping, her own recollection of the night a little hazy in parts.
"Not the details, she's like my older, really attractive, scary but in a good way, sister!" Greta grumbling, scowling at the other girl. "I didn't listen to you getting fucked, I just know you did. Red seemed pleased though, " Greta sharing the feeling of contentment she had felt through her bond with the older wolf.
"I -, I wasn't sure, she doesn't talk much," the amazon shrugging. "She just left."
"She does that a lot, her wolf is strong and needs to be free but I know she likes you. I can smell it," the young wolf smirking and giving her friend a lecherous wink that made the amazon blush. "Stay close," Greta warning as they approached the outer gate.
"Mistress Greta," The guards saluting them as they passed, eyeing Belle curiously.
"Eyes down!" Greta growling as she noticed their interest in Belle. "This is Mistress Red's slave," at that they couldn't look away fast enough. Everyone knew of Red's strength and fits of temper.
"Apologies Mistress Greta, we did not know. Many of us have not been inside the palace for some time." A solider spoke up to offer an explanation. "She has no collar," he pointed out the obvious missing clue.
"Apology accepted," Greta nodding, looking the man in the eye. "We will be returning shortly."
"Do you need an escort, Mistress?" Another, female solider, offered. A fierce rumbling growl was Greta's only reply, causing the group to step back as they were reminded that Red was not the only wolf to be fearfully respected in the palace.
"Come, I tire of this," the young wolf hissing, eyes locked on the offending solider for a moment before gesturing that Belle should follow her into the street beyond the gate, "We don't have to go far. Look there is the inn where I was fostered," a long finger pointed at a large two storey building almost directly opposite the gates. "They were kind to me but I had to work hard."
"Yes, I love being an Amazon but it can be hard at times," Belle commenting.
"Well, you'll still have to work for your keep but I doubt you will be out in the fields," the wolf chuckling, "unless you really annoy Red."
"I'd hate that," the amazon sighing but thinking it might be a distinct possibility if she messed up much more. "Where are we going?" She changed the topic, not wishing to dwell on the possibility of what would happen if Red tired of her. The queen had mentioned death at one point which she hoped Queen Gabrielle would not permit but her life was forfeit and now in Red's hands.
"Um, armourer and saddler," Greta repeating the list she had memorised, noting but not commenting on her friend's change of mood. She knew how serious their queen viewed her attack on Red and thought she'd been extremely lucky to end up where she was. "they are close, look there," another pointed finger to a low building on the left of the cobbled square. "All the Queen's artisans are inside the outer walls, so they can be defended if the city is attacked."
"Who would attack the Queen? Even the Conqueror likes her," Belle was genuinely curious to know.
"I forget she's with Queen Gabrielle now. That was a surprise! But she is gorgeous isn't she?" The young wolf asking her friend's opinion.
"Yes, but terrifying. She walks around glowering all the time and all the warriors try and impress her. It's funny watching them but she only ever pays attention to Queen Gabrielle. I even saw her smile once!" Belle shaking her head in disbelief.
"Well Queen Gabrielle is very pretty, I'm not surprised she stuck around. I definitely prefer our Queen though, but Red tells me so did Queen Gabrielle at one point. She and the Queen were lovers when Red first came to the palace," Greta passing the information freely, it was common knowledge.
"Really?" Belle squeaking, "But -,"
"Oh, it was ages ago, before she joined the Amazons."
"I -, I'd heard in the dorms that -." Belle paused.
"Heard what?" Greta's attention caught by the broken sentence. "If it is not a secret or personal information that only we are privy to then we are permitted to discuss it."
"It's not private, it's just -. Just that the Amazon's say that Queen Gabrielle was a slave and that the Dark Queen rescued her. They say that when she uses the bathing pool you can see the scars from where she was whipped." Belle's voice low, even though no-one was close enough to hear she wished to be discreet. Even going as far to tug Greta's arm and bring them to the very side of the square where there were no other passers by.
"She rescued her from the King's bed," Greta growled, validating the rumour. "Red told me. The King was rotten." A snarl following.
"Did the Queen-, did she kill him?" Belle was whispering now, mouth close to Greta's ear.
"I -," Greta debating whether to answer but concluding that it was best Belle was fully informed due to her position in the palace. Asking such questions of the wrong people would not end well. "No-one knows for sure, Red doesn't or if she does won't tell. But maybe Captain Braxas, Lucy or Cook may. Nothing was ever fully investigated from what I know. The Queen took over and her magic saw to the rest. Everyone, except some of the noble families, were happy he was gone. Apart from Snow White of course, she was banished."
"But he was a bad man," Belle stating, she believed what she heard. Queen Gabrielle was an honest and kind woman who would have quashed such rumours if they were not true.
"He was, just do not ever speak of this again. It's not safe. Please?" Greta warning her friend.
"Yes! I'm not an idiot!"
"No, but when you get near Red you do babble a lot!" Greta teasing, purposely lightening the mood. "But yes, your Queen's history does explain her interest in Emma," a sigh and a nod of agreement from Belle, "life here is so complicated but we don't want to be too long so we'd better get moving," At that Belle was tugged out into the square and they advanced on the saddle makers first. Greta holding a brief discussion with the apprentice who was manning the shop and she was handed a cloth wrapped package which she tucked under her arm.
"Right, armourer next," the wolf leading the way. "She can be a bit of a bitch, she used to be the Queen's slave but the Queen tired of her and she is resentful." Belle's mouth opening in a silent 'O' but not commenting on the revelation.
"Miss Alexis," Greta politely greeting the armourer. Belle eyeing the tall, beautiful blonde and concluding that the Dark Queen really liked blondes, including Emma and Queen Gabrielle in her assessment.
"Miss Greta," the armourer standing from her workbench and dusting off her leather apron, her greeting cordial if restrained.
"Mistress Red has sent me for a package," the wolf stating the reason for their presence.
"Yes, it's ready," Belle not missing the appraisal she was subtly being subjected to as the armourer crossed to the other side of the room before opening a cabinet. "Here," a black velvet bag was held out and passed to Greta, the wolf holding it securely.
"So, has the Queen tired of Emma?" The question double edged.
"No," Great growling softly. "After how she survived the public punishment? Emma is the strongest person I have ever met and can fully satisfy our Queen's darkest desires." She was careful not to mention the bond between the two women, that was to remain hidden, any weakness shown by the queen open to exploitation.
"You're an Amazon?" Alexis addressing Belle direct, avoiding a response to Greta's words.
"Uh, Yes," Belle bobbing her head, intimidated by the brusque woman. Belle straightening to her full height, remembering that she represented her mistress.
"I belong to Mistress Red," she coolly informed her inquisitor whose eyes widened at the information.
"You're just a child, how can you satisfy her?" The blonde's tone now transparent, the bitterness she felt unhidden.
"She serves her mistress well, that is all you need to know," Greta's eyes yellowing, canines sharp.
"Well, when she tires of you come see me. Amazons are strong and I'm looking for an apprentice," Alexis scowling, every forced interaction with the queen's slaves a harsh reminder of her rejection.
"Oh, if she gets released it will be by death," Greta choosing to be morbid in her response. "Come," a nod to Belle as the wolf turned to leave. "Farewell, Mistress Alexis." Were her final, dismissive words as they left the shop. "We need to hurry back, Red needs us,"
Belle sighing, tense after the unpleasant encounter. Something else was bothering her but she couldn't put a finger on it, something just felt – wrong. A shudder ran thorough her and she put it down to Mistress Alexis throwing her off balance, nothing more.
They returned to the palace, the journey spent almost totally in silence, Greta had picked up on Belle's change of mood and decided not to push her for an explanation, yet, If it persisted she would but hopefully she was just on edge after their encounter with Alex.
"We are to meet her in Miss Eva's rooms," the young wolf perking up at the thought of seeing the noblewoman.
"You really like her, don't you?" Belle frowning as she asked the question. The pair now walking swiftly through the palace hallways, leaving the bustle of the kitchen behind.
"I do, she's -, interesting," Greta admitting before a look of determination setting over her features. "But I belong to the Queen, with everything going on it's just been a while and -."
"You're in heat!" Belle resumed her earlier teasing only to receive a light shove from Greta as they approached Miss Eva's rooms. Both taking a moment to straighten their hair and clothing before Greta knocked and they waited to be summoned.
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Next on The Collar
"Kneel, as Emma taught you," a delicate finger directing the slave to a fur rug in the corner of the room. "You will not move until I allow it."
"Yes, Mistress Eva," Greta immediately obedient and following instruction. Kneeling on the rug, facing the centre of the room, back straight palms resting lightly on her thighs and eyes down.
"Knees further apart, in-line with your shoulders," Eva frowning at the need to correct.