So, last chapter was smut, this one has all the plot. Things mentioned here will be addressed comprehensively in further chapters but if you have any questions let me know. Excuse my use of slang here, research only goes so far when you live on another continent!
Previously in The Collar
"Now I'm taking you home so we can fuck," Emma husking in the queen's ear and for once the Regina did not object to her pet's forceful nature but allowed herself to be guided towards what she hoped would be the exit and further bodily satisfaction in Emma's bed.
Xxx
"So, did you enjoy that?" Emma linking their arms, steering Regina towards the main room of the club.
"It was educational, I understand why you are so careful. I realise your laws are different in this world. You are a professional and must abide by the limits set but I cannot say it is as satisfying as being allowed free reign over a woman's body," Regina replying, having been mulling over her views throughout the experience.
"Ah, yes that is true, in this situation. Tomorrow, if you will accompany me, there is a private event at another venue. I usually attend and the slaves are all under contract and the options are much more open," Emma holding open the door leading back into the main club open for the queen.
"That does sound appealing, although the dancing here is captivating," Regina's eyes roving over the dance-floor.
"Well, there is no rush to leave. Come, dance with me," the blonde's outstretched hand beckoning. A nod and the two women were moving as one back into the mass of bodies, soon losing themselves in the heavy beats and hot flesh they found there. This time focused only on each other, chests and hips pressing together, moving as one as they ignored anyone who sought to encroach on their bubble. Song after song playing until thirst and exhaustion drove them to seek some respite.
"Shall we leave?" Emma handing Regina a glass of water she had procured from the bar where they were now sitting on high stool, Regina struggling slightly with the unfamiliar acrobatics required to mount the seat.
"Yes, I did enjoy that. Much less couth but more energetic than the balls at home," the queen smirking and Emma raised her glass in a toast to the fact.
"This is much more fun but maybe we can continue where we left off earlier?" The blonde leaning forward to place a kiss on Regina's exposed collar bone, chasing it with a nip of her teeth.
"Mmmm, yes. I have enjoyed myself but need to bathe," regal nose scrunching in disgust at the layer of sweat she could feel drying on her skin.
"Sounds good, maybe a repeat performance for me, Your Majesty?" Emma teasing, enjoying the glower being throw her way. "You put on a good show."
"Our activities have whet my appetite but whether I choose to indulge you or not is my prerogative," the brunette taking Emma's proffered hand to help her down from the stool, a hand that was held captive as they walked towards the coat check.
"Ha! You'll choose, My Queen, you'll choose," Emma chuckling as she held out Regina's coat for her to slip into. ""One orgasm isn't going to be enough for you tonight. Two if you count the car," the blonde smirking.
"We shall see, pet," dark eyes narrowing in challenge, both women playing off their implied roles but they both knew those lines had become well and truly blurred during their stay.
"We shall, come. Let's go," Emma nodding towards the neon exit sign, once again reaching for Regina's hand which was surrendered without dispute. Leaving the club Emma cast her eyes around, looking for the car that she had called. Regina observing her as they stood to one side of the main entrance, avoiding the rowdy drunks congregating there. It was extremely cold, ice having formed on the side-walks, glittering in the street lights and frosting glass. A stark contrast from the interior of the club.
A burst of laughter caught the blonde's attention, head snapping up and eyes narrowing as she stared across the street at a group of young men.
"Aww, come on! Come for a drink with us," one was speaking to an unknown, hidden from view by the four or five jostling bodies. "We can show you a good time," the speaker persisting, loud enough to be clearly heard across the street. Regina had been intent on watching the proceedings and mentally commenting on the lack of discipline the man had. Too absorbed in her thoughts to notice Emma moving, a brush of her hand on the brunette's arm catching Regina's attention. A scuffle was developing, neither woman able to fully see what was going on.
"Wait here, by the club. Do not follow me," Emma's words were soft but her tone was steely. Regina was confused until Emma began crossing the street, weaving in and out of the slow moving traffic.
"Can I help you?" Emma approaching the group of men from the side. Only now catching full sight of their prey, a teenage girl who she had glimpsed as they exited the club. She was pinned to the wall by her shoulders by the much bigger, heavier man, her cheek was bloody and she fought against his hold.
"Nah lady, we're good," the ring-leader nodding the blonde's way dismissively. "She wants to come play with us, dontch'a kid?" He leered at the girl, Emma knew that look, had seen it many times before in many different situations.
"I wasn't talking to you," Emma retorting, giving him a once over. He was drunk, the stench of alcohol emanating from his clothes, but still sober enough to take offence at the interruption, the blonde standing to her full height, cool green eyes glinting in warning.
"Neither was I. Fuck off, bitch," his heavy hand rushing to shove against Emma's shoulder. Contact was made but Emma barely rocking on her booted feet. Regina witnessing the altercation and ignoring Emma's warning started to cross the street, not wishing to leave Emma alone with the ruffians.
"Leave. Touch me again and I'll send you to the fucking E.R," Emma growling, staring him down, the blonde angling her body between him and the girl who was now trapped between her rescuer and the recessed doorway behind her. A flicker of movement in her periphery telling Emma the queen had joined them, Regina's appearance causing Emma to curse silently. She did not need an audience, a distraction or a liability. Regina was now regretting her decision to join the blonde as she saw the jeopardy the situation was presenting, erring on the side of caution she stepped back, herding the girl with her until they were out of the blonde's circle of movement.
"You? You'll put me in the E.R.?" He was laughing now, even as he swung his punch he was laughing. He wasn't laughing as he hit the ground, Emma having ducked under his fist and taken his legs out from under him with a sweep of her leg, booted foot now resting on his throat. A warning shake of her head and he stilled, not continuing his struggle for freedom.
"Leave," Emma repeating herself, directing the warning at his friends, who, after panicked looks at the woman with the psychotic eyes, decided to take the advice and run. "Mike!" Emma yelled, waving at the bouncer outside the club who had missed the take down due to the traffic. "Can you grab him for me?" He waved back and spoke into his radio, gesturing for two of his co-workers to cross the street with him.
"Do you wish to press charges, Miss Swan?" Mike querying as her assailant was dragged away, both of his captors twice his size.
"No, have him dropped off with Patrick. Tell him to teach him a lesson for picking on underage kids," Emma flexing her shoulders, relieved that Regina was standing behind her, with the girl, but not interfering. Dark eyes intent on the scene unravelling before her.
"Will do, Miss Swan. Nasty fucker will get what he deserves," Mike's gravelly voice, reassuring the blonde. "We'll take care of it."
"Thanks, Mike. I owe you one," Emma's hand disappearing in his mighty paw as they shook on it before he sprinted nimbly, for such a large man, back across the road to his co-workers and their captive.
"You both Ok?" Emma's concern now laying with her companions.
"Fine, yes thank you," Regina, nodding, avoiding Emma's eye.
"Next time I say stay out of it, you stay out! Got that?" Emma was furious that the queen had ignored her. "All it takes is one of the others to get involved and I wouldn't be able to control the situation, or keep you safe. You made yourself a liability." Regina's initial reaction was to round on her pet for her insolence. But, intelligence reined in her bitter retort. She had behaved foolishly, she would not admit that but nor would she challenge Emma's reprimand. Emma sighed shaking her head but seeing the look of resignation on the queen's face decided to drop the subject.
"Hey, kid," Emma now turning to the girl. She looked around sixteen, thin angular face, dark hair of indeterminable length hidden under the hood of her worn coat. Thin legs encased in worn, stained jeans. Regina assuming her whole frame was undernourished. "You on the streets?"
"What's it to you lady?," the girl's speech much harsher than those people Regina had heard speaking before." 'Cept You fight like a boss!"
"Well, firstly, I ain't no lady so forget about that," Regina's eyes widening as Emma's speech pattern altered to match that of the girl. "Secondly, you should know better than to be around this part of town, this time of night. Ain't safe kid, too many drunks and perverts around."
"Yeah, drunks who lose their wallets," the girl snorting, fishing a folded leather wallet out of her pocket. "I was fine," waving the wallet around with feigned bravado.
"No, you weren't, otherwise you'd be holed up somewhere safe," Emma challenging. "It's freezing, got a place to stay ?" The girl shrugging as she toed the ground, the move so reminiscent of Emma that Regina's breath caught. It was a fractional leap to see Emma in the girl's place, cold, hungry but fighting, surviving.
"Emma?" Regina reaching out to place her hand on the blonde's arm. Emma turning with a frown, dismissing the look in the queen's eyes. Pity did not suit her, especially as she knew its source.
"That's a no then," Emma sighing, ignoring Regina and looking around them, the night was full of people. Good marks she noted, but risky. Girl was smart but dumb. Or desperate.
"Miss Swan?" Their car had finally made it through the traffic, pulling smoothly beside them. The driver calling her attention through the car's open window, the girl's eyes widening as she saw it then giving the two women she was standing with another look. They must be fucking rich to have a car like this pick 'em up.
"Want some food, kid?" Emma asking the girl. Dark eyes were wary but finally she nodded, hunger winning out. The car would be warm too she figured. "Regina?" Emma holding the door open and Regina taking the hint and sliding inside. A wave of her hand towards the open door and the girl, after giving the interior a cursory look also slid inside. Emma following. Even with three of them in the back there was still plenty of room, the girl sitting on the opposite seat from Emma and Regina, facing the rear of the town car.
"Ok, you just got yourself into a load of shit," Emma scowling as she looked the girl over. "Rule number one, never get in the fucking car!" The girl blinking, then looking around, panicking. "Easy kid, you're safe. This time. Just never get in a fucking car or van or go anywhere with anyone. That will get you killed,or worse. You don't want to end up a junkie in some sicko's sex ring. 'aight? And ya don't look like ya wanna be no hoodise either," the girl just shook her head, sitting on her hands to warm them up, Emma's Boston accent thickening up as she scolded the girl. "You just got out of the system?" Another nod. Emma sighing and leaning back into her seat as they drove through down-town.
"Nobody got a place for a greastie like me," the girl shrugging matter of factly. "Them shelters are always full, and anyway there's perverts there too or junkies wanna steal off a ya or get ya into dealin'."
"Always are," Emma agreeing, the girl maybe just realising she and Emma had something in common. "Ya hungry, fancy a three-way?" Emma noticing Regina flinch next to her. "Relax, it's a sandwich," Emma confirming the term and placing her hand on the queen's thigh. Regina has not said a word, had hardly moved a muscle knowing that she had no place in this conversation. To be frank she could only vaguely follow what was being said.
"You two together?" The girl questioning the action. "Ya sure this ain't just some rich persons kink?"
"Yes, we sleep together. No kink, well not with you," Emma not really thinking her explanation through but once it was said it was said. The girl's eyes widening but she didn't seem spooked. "Let's get you some food," the blonde pressing the intercom and directing the driver to a twenty four hour drive-through diner she knew not too far away.
It was a short drive spent in silence until they pulled up at their destination. Emma ordering a generous amount of food and they collected it from the window, passing it to the girl who pounced on it, devouring the sandwich and soda Emma had bought for her. She didn't pause until it was completely decimated, only the crumbs on the wrapper remaining.
"Been a while, huh?" Emma questioning, receiving only a nod in return. "C'mon kid," the car was slowing and when it stopped Emma popped the door, stepping out into the cold. The girl giving Regina a wary look, flicking her eyes between the two women. "It's my apartment, the shelters are closed and I don't want you sleeping rough tonight, not with those cuts." Emma bending down and speaking through the car's open doorway. The girl's eyes were wide, taking in the fancy building in the nicest part of town. She was right, only really rich people lived here. The elevator ride up to the apartment was taken in silence, Regina reaching out to squeeze Emma's hand, signalling her silent approval of the blonde's actions before dropping it, leaving the women side by side, barely touching.
"Wait here," Emma swiftly vanishing down the hallway and locking the door to her playroom before retuning with a pile of fresh bedding from her linen closet. "Make yourself comfy. Food is in the fridge," the blonde stalking over and opening the hidden appliance to demonstrate its location. "Take what you want. Front door is locked, you want out. You come get me and I'll let you out, my room is the first on the left, knock and I'll come out to you. Bathroom is at the end of the hall, there are spare toothbrushes in the vanity. The door locks from the inside only so take a bath or a shower, whatever you want. You're not a prisoner here but it's safe and warm so you'd be stupid not to stay. We good?"
The girl seemingly overwhelmed but nodding. Keeping her eyes down but she had allowed her hood to slip off revealing a heart shaped face and dark curls, she bore a passing resemblance to Greta but her skin tone was almost a perfect match to Regina's. It made sense then that she'd referred to herself as a greastie, her latino heritage now obvious.
"There are sleep shorts and a shirt with the bedding, they will be big but they'll do." Emma pausing and releasing a sigh. "Ok, I will be up around 8, if you're up before that help yourself to food and then we can talk about what you want to do. Ok?" A nod was all Emma got but she'd take it. "Come," Regina leading the blonde to her bedroom, the door closing behind them with a click. The queen could tell that Emma wasn't in the mood for conversation but the blonde surprising her with a whispered thanks, turning to press the brunette against the back of the door. "That did not end the way I expected," Emma murmuring into the queen's collar bone. Lips ghosting as she spoke.
"Well, the girl is safe here, is she not?" Emma nodding, thick hair tickling the queen's chin. "Let us sleep, it is nearly morning." Regina tugging the blonde towards the bathroom. All earlier ardour gone the shared shower did not devolve into more than chaste kisses as they washed each other. Once they had towelled off and seen to their hair it was two tired bodies that slipped between the soft sheets of Emma's bed and arranging themselves in the now familiar pattern. Regina curling against Emma's side, exchanging a loaded glance that neither woman had the energy to address. Emma clicking the light off and soon falling into an exhausted sleep, Regina lying awake until the sun began to rise.
The sound of the door opening startled Emma from her somnolent state. Eyes searching the darkness for the source.
"Um, hey." Her door was ajar and the girl stood half hidden by the jamb. Regina stirring as Emma's movements woke her, sleep weakened eyes focusing on the figure in the doorway.
"What's wrong?" Emma slipping out of the and padding towards the girl.
"Um, well I just wanted to say thanks, for the food and stuff but I don't have anything to give you. So, if you and your girlfriend want to then I'm Ok with that, I cleaned up good after the shower, see? And to be honest you're both smoking hot."The girl shuffling, arms gesturing over her body.
"No, no, no!" Reaching the girl Emma whispering forcefully, gently steering her out of the room, but leaving the door open behind her. "Come on," the blonde beckoning, the girl following obediently. "Look," Emma sighing as they reached her living room, "we don't want anything from you. You don't always have to pay for things, especially not with your body." Emma sagging against the back of the couch, resting on her ass in an attempt to even out their height differences. "Don't ever think you owe anyone anything like that, ever! Ya here me, kid?" The girl was frowning, confused by the situation. "Sit down, ya want to talk now? We're both pretty awake now ain't we?" Regina moving quietly back into the main room, her curiosity getting the better of her
"Look, I grew up like you in the system and on the streets. I know what you have to do to survive. But, tomorrow I'm gonna take you to a lady I know who helps kids like you. She can help get you a job and give you a safe place to crash every night. There are lots of other kids there like you, it's legit and you can talk to them and decide for yourself. Ok?" Emma pausing, biting her lip as she gathered her thoughts. "I got lucky too, met a good guy he didn't want nuthin'. The one who taught me to fight, but that was only after years of doing anything I could to get by. If you stay off the drugs you've got a chance of a good life, make some friends who give a fuck about you."
"You're rich, can't you give me a job?" Brown eyes looked hopeful.
"No,"Emma shaking her head, "I'm going back overseas real soon and you don't want to get into what I do," eyes flicking toward the queen who had sat silently all this time.
"You a hooker?" Emma snorting at the blunt question, intelligent dark eyes appraising her.
"Yeah something like that, come look," Emma leading the way to her playroom, unlocking the door and pushing it open. "See?" The girl poking her head into the room, eyes going wide.
"So you're a whore then? Just like a really fucking expensive one?"
"No," Emma chuckling and shaking her head. "You know what a dominatrix is, kid?" The girl paused before nodding. "That's what I do, but I don't fuck for money. People pay me a lot of money to dominate them in various ways but no sex for pay. I do private parties and clubs too, they don't get to touch me without permission but I can do what I want to them because the rules are different."
"Oh! More nodding from the girl. "I get it. You're in charge?"
"I am," Emma pulling the door closed and re-locking it. "So, I can't offer you a job but I sponsor the shelter that I was talking about. They think I'm a successful business woman, which I guess I am, so keep this to yourself, Ok? I don't want to lie to you but it's not something I spread around. Got it?"
"Yeah, and thanks," the girl murmuring, "for not lying to me, for not treating me like a kid."
"It's Ok," Emma's hand landing on the girl's shoulder, she flinched slightly but didn't pull away. "I know you've not been a kid for a long time, it sucks but it is what it is," Emma shrugging. "We're up now, want some food?" Her question directed at both the girl and the queen.
"That would be lovely, Emma. It has been a long night," Regina commenting then settling herself on one of the counter stools. "Please may we have the pancakes again?" The queen requesting politely.
"Sure," Emma grinning to herself, she'd suspected the queen had enjoyed their breakfast yesterday but pleased to have her hunch proven correct. "Kid?"
"Yeah, please!" Her enthusiasm making both women smile and Emma putting some music on as she cooked, not much was said as they were all working off maybe three hours sleep but it was comfortable and surprisingly relaxed.
"If it helps at all I have no idea what she is doing either," Regina pursing her lips, suddenly deciding to follow the blonde from the car and standing beside her on the sidewalk, looking around expectantly. Breakfast had been eaten, they had dressed at Emma's urging and now they were on a street like many Regina had seen in the city, tall buildings packed together, not run down but lacking the polish of the more affluent areas, such as where Emma's apartment was situated.
"Look, they should have a bed here for you if you want. It's run by a friend of mine. She runs a tight ship but it's just kids like you. No pervs, I promise," Emma poking her head back into the open door of the car to deliver her explanation. "C'mon kid. It's gonna be warm and they will feed ya too," the blonde pulling back with a sigh, eyes falling on the queen who had been uncharacteristically silent for the duration the girl had been with them.
"You Ok?" Emma taking a moment to check in with her, a brief nod but Regina staying silent. Their contemplation of one another was broken by the girl emerging from the car's interior. "Good, c'mon," Emma shoving her hands into the pockets of her heavy coat and walking to a nondescript doorway and pressing the buzzer. "Hey, it's Emma," the casual announcement not lost on Regina, so not a professional visit she mused. The door clicked to indicate it was unlocked, the blonde jerking the handle and pulling the heavy metal open.
"C'mon, ya can talk to the other kids here, ya don't have to take my word that's it's what I say it is. Look-," Emma gesturing through the now open doorway, Regina stepping closer so she could see inside, it was a large room filled with tables, the odd young person sat at there, some alone, several in small groups. "Go talk to them, then decide if you want to stay."
"Emma! Shut that damn door! It's freezing out there, girl" Emma doing as she was told and pushing it closed behind them, Regina and the girl now stood to her side, smiling internally at how her friend's tone reminded her very much of Cook's good-natured scolding. A large woman with dark skin and dark curly hair bustled over from the corner which seemed to be some kind of food preparation area.
"Hi, Maxine," Emma was crushed in a massive hug.
"It's been too long since you came by. Who do you have here?" The woman's attention turning to Regina and the girl. "This is my date, Regina," Emma politely introducing the two women. "Maxine runs the shelter," the blonde giving a brief explanation. "This one ran into a bit of trouble with some guys, I helped her out. We stopped at my place last night but she needs a bed. You got space?" Emma asking, ever hopeful, knowing that street kids were a big issue on the city. Especially for those too old for foster and too young to be considered for work. Too many slipping through the cracks and being preyed upon by the worst kind of people.
"Sure we do, always room for one of Emma's," Maxine smiling broadly at the girl. "Do you have a name?" The girl just shrugging but Maxine paying her muteness no mind. It took the kids a long time to trust anyone one. "Ty, come on over," Maxine gesturing for a boy of similar age to the girl to join them. "Why don't you go with Ty, he's been here on and off for nearly two years. He can explain how things work around here."
"I'll hang around, go check it out and let me know what you think," Emma waving the girl off and catching up with Maxine, Regina mute but listening intently as she observed the comings and goings around them. It was only a few minutes before the young pair returned.
"So?" Maxine smiling softly at the girl. Emma's brows raising in silent question.
"Yeah, seems good. Thanks," the girl offering genuine smile to the adults present.
"Great, I'm leaving, re-locating overseas for the foreseeable future so contact Jack if you need anything," Emma giving Maxine another quick hug. "Good luck, kid," a nod from the blonde, not wanting to crowd her.
"Lottie, name's Lottie. Thanks, Emma," the nod being returned with unexpected information.
"Nice to meet you, Lottie," Emma chuckling, reaching for Regina's hand. "I'll come by and see you if I'm back and you're still around."
"Yeah, cool. See ya," another nod and she turned back to listen to something Ty was saying and Emma took that as their cue to leave, once again standing on the sidewalk.
"I haven't really got time to show you anything else, we don't have time to travel to New York or Paris," Emma opening the car door for Regina who slipped gracefully inside. "They are cities, both quite extraordinary in their own ways," Emma explaining as she joined the queen inside the heated car. "Shall we stop for lunch them head back to change? The event starts mid-afternoon and runs all night but I really should be there for the majority of it."
"Indeed, that sounds sensible," Regina still feeling out of her depth but trusting Emma to arrange their itinerary.
"Ok, then," Emma pausing to direct the driver back to the apartment then sliding up the privacy partition, "let's go."
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"Girl, with me. Greta you are to stay here and serve Miss Eva," Red instructing them as soon as they were bade to enter the room. Belle nervous but pleased to be accompanying her mistress and Greta curious as to what her day would hold.
"Come," Red was not in the mood to talk as they left the the wolf and faye alone, Eva had been right, she was frustrated and wanted relief. Belle kept quiet but followed obediently behind her mistress, jogging every few steps to keep up with the wolf's longer strides. She was being led into a part of the castle she had not yet been into, not as deep as the dungeons where Thea was being kept but still below the public areas, they had already passed several guards along their way, saluting as they passed through. Red pausing as a large iron gate blocked their way, swiftly pulling a large key from a pouch attached to her belt. Once through the gate it was locked behind them. Belle, now a little apprehensive as they passed several thick wooden doors re-enforced with metal bars, beginning to wonder what they were doing in such a remote part of the palace.
"Wait," Red commanding as they reached the end of the corridor, another key was found and used, the door swinging inwards with an ominous creak. "Stay," Belle nodded as her mistress entered the mystery room, tall body shielding any glimpse of its interior.
The wolf, now inside, glancing around before her eyes settled on the large fireplace, magicked to alight once the room was entered. Everything else seemed to be in order.
"Come," Red returning to the doorway, beckoning to her slave to enter,and Belle entered with trepidation. Red observing her slave, the girls eyes wide as she took in the apparatus spread around the room, free-standing or pushed against the stone walls. Greta jumped as the door swung shut with only a touch of the wolf's finger. "Stand there, keep your eyes on me." the same finger now pointing to the centre of the room, stone floor worn smooth, a chain hanging from an iron loop embedded in the ceiling.
"Yes, Mistress," Belle complying, her assessment of the room leaving her in no doubt that this was a room where roles were strictly enforced. She had not seen apparatus like this but it was not hard to understand its purpose, frames, benches and an abundance of iron rings hammered into the walls, this was a room used for punishment, or pleasure. Belle hoping it was the latter, hoping very strongly.
"You performed well last night," Red commending her slave as she stood in front of her, noting the shiver of the girl's body. "Emma has taught you well but you have a natural desire to submit to me, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress," Belle agreeing, focusing on the wolf's word and not the reactions of her own body to them.
"Then you will take my collar," Red unclipping the velvet bag Greta had handed her after their trip to the smith, pulling out a fine metal collar in the style Greta wore and Emma had. "There is no release from this bond unless I choose. I will ensure your basic needs are met except if I am punishing you, as my slave you will be respected and as my property you will be protected. If the Queen chooses to release you then you will be free to go."
"Yes, Mistress," Belle could not catalogue the feelings she was experiencing, everything was too intense to pinpoint any particular emotion. Seeing the collar in Red's hand, knowing it was for her, to bind her to her wolf was overwhelming but it was what she wanted. Every fibre of her being crying out to be owned and used by her mistress in whatever way she wished and her collar would be undeniable proof to the world that Red thought her worthy. She couldn't help it as her legs buckled, falling to her knees in from of her mistress.
Red's wolf was close to the surface as she handled the collar, running her fingers over its smooth surface as she spoke to her slave. Wolf senses noting every reaction of the girl's body and the peak in her arousal when she agreed, she had no real choice but Red sensed no fight or discontent which made her wolf hum in approval, Belle was excited by the thought, aroused and when the girl fell to her knees in supplication her wolf howled its delight in the overt submission.
As Belle's hair was already up and plaited in typical amazon style the collar slid smoothly around her neck, Red clicking it closed, sharp teeth slicing the pad of her thumb open and smearing the almost invisible join in the metal with her blood.
"Good girl," Red cupping the slave's cheek, holding her, steadying her, their gaze linked and the collar glowing as the magic was activated.
Belle gasping as the metal rapidly heated then cooled, the weight unfamiliar but welcomed, oh so welcomed.
xxxxxx
Next in the Collar
"Ready?"
"Yes, dear," Regina replied, still a little breathless from the kiss.
"Ok, before we go in you need one of these," Emma grunted as she fished around in her purse and retrieved a silver bangle. Regina withdrew her wrist before Emma could attach the bracelet.
"You will not mark me as owned!" The queen hissed, familiar enough with the style of jewellery to realise its purpose.
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