Regina hurried up the path to the mansion, noting that the lights were all out. She had rushed here as quickly as possible, from her office, and a light sheen of sweat had broken out on her forehead.

Shit. She was really late.

Emma had planned a special dinner for them, though she hadn't said what it was for, and now Regina had obviously missed it. Her meeting had run long and then she was caught on the office phone line by an irate resident, complaining about the state of Main Street and the repairs that had been delayed. Again.

It's not that she didn't care about the safety of the roads, she did. However, after taking over as Mayor again, when Snow quit, she had to implement budget cuts, just to keep the town running financially. If she hadn't, then the town would have been bankrupt within weeks. However, people still called her to complain, far more quick to blame the 'Evil Queen' than their precious Snow White.

Emma was the only person in this town that actually cared about her, apart from Henry, and now she had let her down. She had given Emma a key weeks ago, but she hadn't used it, until she had mentioned she wanted to make them dinner tonight, while Henry was away. She had warned Regina that she would be letting herself in and taking care of everything, requesting politely that Regina was home by 7pm.

It was now 9pm, and Regina felt terrible. She had wanted Emma to know how much she cared for her, but actions speak louder than words, and what would Emma think about her not turning up? What do those actions tell her about Regina and her priorities?

Regina knew that dinner meant dinner, but it also meant dinner, and something more. They had had a sexual relationship for a few months now, but it was still their secret. They made time for each other, when they could, which wasn't as often as either of them liked. Emma's parent's and the town were disapproving enough of their friendship, let alone anything else.

Getting her key out of her purse, Regina sighed, quietly accepting the fact that yet again, she would be alone in an empty house. She put the key into the lock, turned it and walked inside. Her head hurt and her eyes were tired, from the tension she had been carrying all day. It had been a long day, and she had been stressed from the moment she got to her office.

The aroma that hit her as she walked through the door, was like a punch to the stomach. So, Emma had bothered to make her favourite recipe. This knowledge just made Regina feel even worse, cringing to herself, as she put her keys on the entrance table.

Walking up the stairs she headed straight to the study, in the dark, intending to drown her sorrows with several glasses of her apple cider. Pausing, before walking in, she felt a shiver travel down her spine and suddenly had a sense of not being alone.

"Henry?" she called out into the darkness, listening intently for a response of any kind.

Nothing.

Walking into the study, her nose detected something vaguely familiar to her and rather comforting. Emma's perfume and unique scent, that was just her.

As she stood there, the light from a single lamp clicked on and illuminated the room, revealing Emma, casually sitting sideways in an armchair, with her legs thrown over one arm.

No. Not Emma.

This was the Dark Swan. Platinum hair, black leather, and oh! Those boots.

"Where have you been, Regina?" the Dark Swan asked her coolly, casually tapping a long sleek riding crop against her thigh. Emma knew that this was Regina's favourite crop. Long and flexible, with the right hand behind it, it left a delicious sting, and a welt that Regina would feel for days. Emma didn't like to mark Regina's beautiful skin, but she knew the older woman liked to see and feel the reminders of their time together.

Regina watched the rhythmic tapping, feeling herself get wet at the sight of it. They had used this particular crop before.

Correction. Emma had used it on her, and then taken her rough and hard when her punishment had been over.

"Well?" Emma asked again, waiting for Regina to speak.

"I'm sorry I was late, Emma, I got held up at work," Regina told her quietly, knowing that her explanation and apology would not be enough.

"You're two hours late," she replied, "do you think that's ok? Did you think that your sorry excuse for an apology would be enough?"

"No, I know it's not. I'm so sorry, Emma, what can I do to make it up to you?" Regina pleaded.

"You can't," Emma's lip turned up in a cruel smirk, "but you can accept your punishment, if you want to please me."

"I do," Regina murmured, looking down at the ground, head held in submission "I do want to please you."

"On your knees," Emma snapped her command, as Regina demurely walked over, kicked off her heels and dropped to her knees on the floor in front of the chair Emma was sitting in.

Emma brought her legs down from the arm of the chair, and placed one knee either side of Regina, who was sitting with her head held low. She cupped her cheek and brought Regina's eyes up to meet her own, kissing her softly and checking in with her.

"What are your colours, baby?" Emma asked, as a way of stating her intentions of following through with a scene, and therefore giving Regina the chance to back out, if she didn't want this tonight. They had had several discussions in the past, to make sure that they kept each other safe, during play, and this was something they had agreed upon right at the beginning.

Emma asking Regina to repeat her colours, was an agreement. If Regina did so, it told Emma that she was ready to submit, and more importantly, that she wanted to.

"Green is go, yellow is slow and red is no," she dutifully answered, squirming slightly as she felt herself getting more and more turned on. Her panties were already soaked, and she could feel the wetness starting to coat her thighs.

Please don't let Emma be in the mood to make me wait tonight, she silently begged.

"You were two hours late," Emma told her again, "do you know what that means?"

Regina dropped her head, but looked up at Emma through long dark lashes, "I'm in trouble?" she asked cutely.

"Yes, you are," Emma agreed nonchalantly, her green eyes never leaving Regina's face, "specifically though, it means that you will have to wait two hours, before I even consider letting you come."

Regina gasped under her breath, but Emma heard it anyway, and laughed mockingly.

"What's wrong, baby? Do you think that's too long?"

"No," admitted Regina reluctantly, "I deserve it."

"No, what?" Emma snapped.

"No, Dark Swan."

Regina called her by the honour title they had agreed upon. Emma had been the tamest Dark One in the history of Dark Ones, but Regina found her Dark Swan persona very arousing. She had mentioned it one day, when they were laying in bed discussing their fantasies, and it had now become a usual part of their playtime.

"Stand up, baby girl," Emma requested, more gently than Regina had been expecting, before the Dark Swan also rose to face her lover.

Leaning forwards, she put her hands on Regina's hips and pulled her close, kissing her hard and possessively claiming her mouth. Regina allowed her to control the kiss. It was a relief to let her take over on days like this. Days when everybody in Storybrooke seemed to want something from her. Days when people demanded things from her from the moment she got to her office. It was a relief to just give herself up to Emma, and to trust that she would be taken care of. The younger blonde always took such great care of her.

Pulling back, Emma looked her directly in the eyes, "if you go upstairs, and I find you naked, on the bed, waiting prettily for me on your knees, then I will know you want this," Emma told her seriously, before giving her another option, "if I find you under the covers, dressed in your usual sleepwear, then we can just cuddle and talk for a while."

"Ok," Regina agreed a little breathlessly, the anticipation causing her to feel like a tightly wound spring. She appreciated the choice though. She hadn't ever been given many choices in her life, but Emma always made sure that she knew that even if Emma was the dominant in their arrangement, Regina was always the one in control.

She had never had this kind of relationship with someone before, and hadn't known she wanted it.

Needed it.

Like most people she had preconceived ideas about what it involved, so the caring, nurturing side of Emma that came out before, during and especially after their playtime, had been a shock to her.

"Can I bring you anything to drink?" Emma asked her.

"A glass of cider would be lovely please, but just the one," Regina requested, kissing her cheek and turning to walk up the stairs.

Emma grinned to herself. 'Just the one' glass of apple cider meant one thing usually; Regina wanted to play too. If she didn't, then she would have told Emma to bring the bottle, but neither of them allowed themselves to drink too much during a scene. It was another safety measure they had agreed on, because Emma had been adamant she never wanted to hurt her.

That's what most people didn't understand about this lifestyle, the number one priority for the dominant was always keeping their submissive safe. In return, the submissive trusted the dominant, and then, only then, would they feel safe enough to truly commit and submit. It was an important part of the dynamic. The submissive had all the power really, regardless of how it may look in a scene.

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Emma gave Regina time to go upstairs and get undressed, while she poured them both a drink to take upstairs. She sat back down on her armchair, and smirked to herself. She was going to make Regina wait.

Not too long, but long enough for Regina to start to feel a little desperate. Long enough that she would be aching for Emma's touch long before she even entered the room. She had noticed just how tightly wound Regina was tonight, and she would take great pleasure in uncoiling her.

Judging that five minutes had passed, Emma decided to go and put Regina out of her misery.

Walking slowly up the marble staircase, she allowed the stiletto heels of her thigh high boots to tap loudly to punctuate each step, knowing that Regina would hear her coming. She knew that Regina would be finding it difficult not to turn from her position on the bed, facing the headboard, to witness Emma walking in the room.

"You have pleased me, precious," Emma purred, walking up to the bed behind Regina, who was sitting meekly on her knees with her hair pulled into a low braid at the base of her skull.

"It pleases me very much to see you here, waiting for me, like a good girl." Emma delighted in the shiver that she witnessed travelling through Regina at her favourite pet name. Any praise just melted her further into compliance.

The light was dim in the room, giving it a sensual feel. Everywhere you looked were everyday objects that had a secondary use. The headboard had been changed for one with a strong metal bar along the top and smaller bars in the sections between. A strong hook had been added to the back of the door, and even the square padded stool that Regina used to sit up to her vanity as she applied her make-up each day, had been changed. The new one discreetly allowed handcuffs to be attached to the decorative chrome bars running along each edge.

In the right light but only with aware eyes, you could see that this room was not just a bedroom but a dungeon. It was like a secret that only they shared, and it was something that made both of them feel heated, when they looked around. This room was perfect for playtime, and no one walking in would have had any clue just what kind of debauchery went on within those four walls.

Lifting a pale smooth hand, Emma trailed her fingers, lightly across a shoulder and down Regina's toned upper arm. The pale of her fingers contrasting beautifully with the darker woman's skin tone.

Regina was stunning when she was fully clothed, and Emma had been attracted to her since the day they had met. Naked though? Vulnerable? She was truly astonishing.

No one else could possibly look so perfect, Emma thought to herself.

Regina kept quiet, knowing that she shouldn't speak unless she was asked a question.

"Your time starts now, precious," Emma informed her, "if you don't last the two hours, then you will displease me greatly," she warned the brunette woman in a husky voice, "do you understand?"

Regina swallowed, gulping slightly, her mouth suddenly too dry to talk properly, "yes, Dark Swan."

Emma noticed the gulp, and brought one of the full glasses of apple cider to her, "drink some of this, baby," she said kindly.

Regina took the glass and sipped gratefully, before handing it back to Emma, smiling, "I'm ready," she said, dropping her eyes back down.

"We need to deal with your punishment first," Emma reminded her, "but because you have pleased me so far, I will allow you a choice."

The blonde summoned her magic, flicked her fingers and laid out a riding crop and a small sturdy paddle in front of Regina, "it's your choice, precious. 15 strikes with the paddle or 10 with the riding crop?"

Regina gulped, those numbers would really push her to her limits, and she eyed them nervously, unable to make a decision. Emma saw her apprehension and dropped a chaste kiss to her shoulder, "I will make sure you're ok, baby, I will never take you past your threshold," she murmured.

Regina flushed, how could she have doubted Emma? She always kept her safe. Her head cleared and she made a decision. Finally she pointed to the paddle, and was satisfied to note that her hand was not shaking, as she made her choice.

"Good girl, on your hands and knees," Emma requested, pushing her gently forward on the bed.

Regina complied, without complaint, and couldn't stop herself wiggling in anticipation, which of course, Emma noticed.

"Someone's eager," she teased, "ready to count?"

Regina nodded, but that wasn't enough, as Emma reprimanded her, "use your words, baby girl."

"I'm ready, Dark Swan."

Emma brought the paddle back, and struck her moderately hard as an introduction, right on the sweet spot between the top of the thighs and the curve of her delicious ass.

"One," Regina stuttered out, as pink came to the surface and marred her skin.

Emma struck her again, slightly harder this time on her left cheek.

"Two!" Regina cried out.

Emma rubbed the spot with her hand, gently, in complete contrast to her previous action.

Raising the paddle again, she struck her on the other cheek.

"Three!" Regina moaned, as her arousal started flowing freely. This had always been the quickest way for Regina to become drenched. Even the tap of a hand on her ass when she was fully clothed was enough for her to soak her panties, as Emma had joyfully discovered one day.

Emma struck again without warning.

"Four!" Regina panted harshly, with another moan, as her legs started shaking.

The Dark Swan struck again, slightly harder this time, as Regina fell forwards onto the bed.

"Up," Emma instructed, as Regina immediately tried to obey, shaky arms making it difficult to push herself back up.

"Number?" the Dark Swan demanded.

"Five," Regina managed to grit out, her voice heavy with desire.

6, 7, 8, 9 and 10 all went the same way. Regina called out the strikes as she desperately tried to remain on her hands and knees.

After the tenth, Emma walked around to stand by the bed next to Regina's head, stroking her cheek softly, as she checked, "colour, baby girl?"

"Green!" Regina choked out, as she leaned into Emma's affection. Feeling a heated glow, from where the paddle had struck her, she knew that she would have a reminder for days. That she would remember every time she sat down, turning her on every time she thought of this night. Last time they had spent a night like this together, she had had to cut a meeting short, and then call Emma breathlessly and beg her to come to the office. Emma had taken her, over her desk, forcing her to come three times without a break, and she would never forget it.

"Five more, precious, hard and fast this time, can you handle it?"

Regina set her shoulders back determinedly, "yes, Dark Swan," she said far more confidently than she felt.

Emma didn't say anything else, but stood up and walked back round to stand behind the brunette.

Raising her hand she delivered five quick, concise strokes. Striking tan flesh considerably harder than she had been previously. One after the other, all of them landed in the same place. The Dark Swan was meticulously accurate, when she wanted to be.

Regina cried out after the first one, and by the fifth she was visibly shaking, tears rolling down her face, as she fell forward onto her stomach and stayed there.

Emma sat herself down, in the space on the edge of the bed, gently running fingers up and down her back comfortingly, "you did really well, precious, you're such a good girl," she praised.

Regina rolled over on to her back, wincing slightly at the sting, as her ass made contact with the bed. Her head rolled uncontrollably as she smiled up at Emma, "that was intense."

"We've only just gotten started," Emma warned her with a smirk, "colour?"

"Green," Regina reassured her.

"Move up to the headboard, and stay on your back," Emma commanded in a deep voice, snapping back into character.

Regina did as she was asked, wondering what was coming next. Emma could be unpredictable in all of the most delicious ways. She could feel her already wet thighs, clenching together, in sheer anticipation of what Emma would do next.

Two scarves materialised in front of Emma, and she ran them through her fingers, revelling in the soft feel of them. They had many types of restraints but Emma liked to play with the nuances between soft and hard, and these scarves were perfect for what she had planned next.

Regina eyed them curiously. It wasn't what she had expected Emma to use tonight. Maybe she was going to take pity on her after all? She caught the taunting smirk on Emma's face.

Maybe not.

Emma worked silently, taking each of Regina's hands gently and tying them to a separate corner post of the headboard. She carefully adjusted them, to make sure they wouldn't damage Regina or cause discomfort, tugging to make sure they were firmly attached.

"Comfortable?"

"Yes, Dark Swan, thank you," Regina told her, pulling slightly and testing the restraints for herself. She really was securely attached.

Then Emma surprised her, conjuring two more scarves, and Regina started to feel nervous vibrations in her stomach.

Well, lower, actually, she thought. Emma obviously meant business.

Emma smirked, seeing Regina's apprehension, "you do remember this is a punishment, right, baby girl?"

Regina pouted, "I thought you already punished me, now you're just being mean," she complained petulantly, knowing she didn't really have anything to complain about. However, pushing Emma a little at times like this, always paid off for her later. Emma liked it when Regina was a little bratty, and they both enjoyed the consequences of ruffling the Dark Swan's feathers.

"Oh, precious," Emma teased, "I'm nowhere near finished with you," she promised with a sinful smile, and a deadly voice that was dripping with danger.

Regina closed her eyes, maybe she shouldn't have antagonised her?

Emma pushed her legs apart roughly, and tied the first one to the post in the bottom corner of the bed, and then had the second one tied to the opposite corner so fast, that Regina couldn't even think of attempting to wriggle free.

One last thing appeared in front of Emma as she summoned her magic; a blindfold. She walked back to the top of the bed, and swung a leg over to straddle her lover's slender hips. Leaning over her, a hand placed either side of the older woman's head, she teasingly brushed her lips against hers, chuckling when Regina attempted to deepen the kiss.

"Once this is on, you can only stop by using your colours, you understand, baby girl?" Emma reminded her of the rules, "do you need anything before we start?"

"Maybe a drink, please?" Regina requested quietly, knowing she would need it.

Emma reached over and picked up the glass, summoning a straw to make it easier for her to take a sip, before holding it up to her mouth. Regina gratefully took a long suck, savouring the sweet but refreshing liquid as she drank. Turning her head to one side, she indicated that she was done.

Emma placed the glass back on the bedside table and picked up the blind fold, making quick work of placing it over her eyes and making sure the woman laid out in front of her could not see.

Sitting back slightly, she took a moment to admire her handiwork. Regina looked truly stunning, naked, restrained, blindfolded, and most importantly spread wide, ready for Emma to do whatever she wanted to her. Her core clenched as thoughts of what she could do to Regina, flashed through her mind.

"You look delicious," Emma told her honestly.

"Thank you, Dark Swan," Regina replied.

No more talking, Emma decided. She leaned forwards to hover over Regina, dipping her head down to place a soft kiss on the flat of her stomach, as she let her tongue come out to taste the soft, warm, flesh underneath her. Regina was soft and curvy in all of the best ways, but underneath her pliant flesh was a steely set of muscles. Emma savoured the feeling of strength she could sense underneath her. It made Regina's submission so much more enjoyable.

Trailing hot, wet kisses up her torso, she made her way to her left nipple, teasing it with her tongue until she had coaxed it into a stiff peak. Satisfied, she slowly made her way across Regina's chest to the other nipple, sucking it gently into her hot mouth and taking it between her teeth, biting it gently, as she listened to Regina start to moan quietly.

Pulling back she summoned two nipple clamps, and without warning, attached the first one to her right nipple, causing Regina to hiss loudly. Grinning to herself, Emma made quick work of the second one. One they were both attached she softly ran her fingertips over both of Regina's nipples, where they poked out of the clips, knowing that they were incredibly sensitive now for the woman.

"Please, Emma, please touch me," Regina begged, bucking her hips up slightly, but not enough to unseat Emma.

"All in good time, my sweet," Emma cooed, bending down to kiss her lips, teasing her with her tongue, never quite giving her what she so desperately craved. A flick of her fingers and Emma's Dark Swan outfit of black leather was gone, leaving her naked against the older woman, who struggled against her restraints desperate to feel Emma.

Emma shuffled down the bed slightly, changing her position from straddling supple thighs to being seated in between them, where she had Regina spread wide. Gently biting Regina's stomach, she let her tongue dance further and further down, watching as Regina squirmed, held securely in place, as Emma teased, and teased, and teased.

Regina was tormented, her skin on fire, as she was desperate to be touched.

Desperate to come.

The blonde ran tantalisingly slow fingers up the inside of Regina's thighs, stopping when she came close to where she was needed. Placing soft palms at the top of her thighs, she allowed her thumbs to wander, tracing circles, ever lower, ever closer.

Sifting further back, and dipping her head down, Emma's teeth grazed the flesh on the inside of one of Regina's thighs, before she pulled soft flesh into her mouth and sucked, hard, leaving a purple bruise when she moved away to inspect her work.

"Please, Dark Swan," Regina begged even more desperately, "I need you."

Emma didn't reply, but changed to the other thigh, again sucking in the flesh and leaving a matching mark. Pleased with herself, she took pity on the woman laid out underneath her, and brought her face close, inhaling her scent.

"You smell amazing, I can't wait to taste you," she said, blowing softly on her arousal coated lips, cooling the burning heat in front of her.

"Emma, touch me! Now!" demanded Regina, her desperation getting the better of her, before she realised that she might regret her outburst.

Emma smirked, knowing Regina was already regretting it, and decided she would show her just how much. Dipping her head she just glanced across her clit with her tongue, circling it gently, with slow, wide circles.

It was not enough and they both knew it. Just as they both knew, Emma could tease her for hours, if she wanted to.

"You're not allowed to come, baby, you know the rules," Emma reminded her.

Regina just squeezed her eyes shut underneath the blindfold, knowing that she was completely at the Dark Swan's mercy now.

Emma continued with her devious tongue, teasing her, as she brought her hand up and allowed a single finger to brush against the soaking entrance of Regina's cunt.

"Inside," Regina whimpered, "please put your fingers in me."

Emma did as she was asked, knowing full well that a single digit would torment rather than satisfy her lover, pushing it in agonisingly slowly and curling upwards, pressing against her g-spot.

Regina was hopelessly frustrated, unable to stop her hips moving towards Emma's face, seeking out that talented tongue of hers. Tears of frustration made their presence known, as they slipped out from under the edges of the mask.

"Poor baby, do you need to come? Do you feel like you have been punished enough?" Emma asked.

Regina knew a trick question when she heard one. It hadn't been two hours yet, so she would be punished further if she said she thought she had already had enough.

So she spoke the words that always broke Emma's resolve.

"I'm yours, Dark Swan, do with me what you will," she murmured sexily.

Emma responded by dragging her fingers through the moisture that had gathered between Regina's lips, coating her fingers thoroughly, before entering Regina quickly with three fingers, fucking her hard and fast.

Regina cried out in pleasure, "oh god, Emma, ohhhh."

Emma smirked, "you're not allowed to come, remember that," she said, moving her thumb up to find her clit so that she could circle it softly as she fucked her harder. It was always guaranteed to get Regina off, but now she could see just how much Regina was struggling not to come. Grinning, she waited, knowing that Regina would have to stop her or face punishment if she came without permission.

"Stop!" Regina called out blindly, "yellow!"

Emma slowed down, knowing why Regina had called yellow but still wanting to check.

"You ok, baby girl?"

"I can't," a sob escaped Regina, "I can't not come if you do that, and I don't want to disappoint you," she confessed breathily.

"Good girl," Emma praised her, "how about we cool you off a little?"

"Yes, please," Regina said shyly.

Emma pulled herself up, and reseated herself above Regina's thighs comfortably again, leaning forward and removing Regina's blindfold.

Regina looked around, blinking, with blurry eyes, adjusting to the low light in the room, before they settled on Emma. A very naked, and muscly Emma, nipples hard, and with defined abs she wanted to run her tongue over.

"How about this," Emma suggested, "I will give you permission to make me come, and then I will make sure that you do too. No more punishments tonight."

Regina relaxed, looking at Emma with lust, and what Emma would normally think was love, but surely wasn't?

"Untie me?" Regina suggested hopefully.

"Nope, I don't think I will yet," Emma laughed, "I like you like this," she admitted.

"Then come up here and take a seat, Miss Swan," Regina demanded.

"Who?" Emma mocked, raising her eyebrow teasingly.

"Dark Swan, Mistress, whatever you want me to call you, but please, let me taste you!" Regina was pitiful in her request, and Emma almost felt sorry for her.

Almost.

Regina didn't care that she was begging hopelessly, she wanted nothing more than to bury her tongue as deep inside Emma as she could.

"That's better," Emma said imperiously, but starting to move, just the same. She positioned her knees either side of Regina's head, hovering enticingly just out of reach. Watching in satisfaction as evidence of her desire, dripped, and landed on Regina's top lip. Devouring the sight of the woman's pink tongue darting out to taste it, as she closed her eyes and savoured the flavour.

"Is this how you want me? Do you want me to ride your face, precious? Do you want me to use you as my fucktoy? Do you want me to come in your mouth?" Emma asked in a seductive voice.

"Yes," hissed Regina, writhing underneath her.

Emma lowered her hips slightly, sighing as she felt the very tip of Regina's tongue caressing her, snaking its way between her clit and her cunt. Teasingly dipping inside before making its way back up again. Regina circled her clit a few times, listening to the sounds Emma was making with pride. She knew just how the Dark Swan liked it.

"Just like that baby, you're such a good girl," Emma panted quietly, rocking her hips slightly.

"Put your tongue in me," the blonde demanded in a slightly more commanding voice as she brought her own hand down, using two fingers to circle her own clit.

"Fuck me, baby, please," Emma instructed, dropping character for a moment, as Regina's long supple tongue entered her over and over again, as she let her own fingers rub firmly against her clit, slowly building a delicious sensation.

Emma's legs were tired and shaking, aching from holding herself up, so as not to cut off Regina's airway. Feeling herself about to come, she leaned forward to grip the headboard with her spare hand to stabilise herself, as she quickened the rhythm on her clit.

"Oh god, baby, I'm coming…. Oh god… baby," Emma cried out, as a new wave of moisture coated Regina's face.

Looking down at dark eyes swirling with emotion, she shuddered as aftershocks hit her, "you are so good at that, baby girl," she told the woman looking up at her from between her thighs, watching her flush pink with pleasure, at the praise bestowed upon her.

Regina liked nothing more than to please the Dark Swan.

Emma climbed off of the bed, on shaky legs that felt weak after her intense orgasm. Clicking her fingers, she used her magic and released the brunette from her tethers, beckoning her to get off of the bed, as she walked over to the vanity.

Summoning two pairs of handcuffs, she held them out to Regina, "colour?"

"Oh my god, green," Regina hissed, "so fucking green." The woman was trembling with desire now, so horny that she felt like she would combust, if Emma didn't touch her soon.

Emma pulled out the solid stool that was in front of the vanity, before pushing against the older woman's back to indicate she should bend over, with her hands on the sides of the stool in front of her. She attached one hand and then the other, using each pair of handcuffs, securing Regina by the wrists to the round chrome bars on either side of the stool. Leaving her on her feet but bent over, waiting for Emma to fuck her.

Regina trembled. Emma only put her in this position when she wanted something specific from her, and her suspicions were confirmed when Emma laid out several items on the vanity in front of her eyes. A rather large silicone plug, lube, and the largest dildo Emma owned. Not one that they usually used with the plug, Regina's eyes widened almost comically when she saw it.

A collar materialised around the brunette, tightly fitted, black leather, with 'Property of the Dark Swan' clearly visible on it, if you got close enough.

Emma admired the sight openly, "my possession suits you, my sweet."

The younger woman set to work, and the brunette watched her in the mirror as she climbed into a black harness and tightened the straps. Picking up the plug, she squirted several pumps of lube onto it.

"Relax," she said softly, as she squirted more lube onto her finger and slowly coated her, dipping her finger in teasingly, just up to the first knuckle.

"Your ass is so tight," she told her, "but I know you can take this," she said, picking up the butt plug, and bringing it to her entrance. Pushing slightly against the strong muscle she eased it inside, as Regina let out a soft moan of pleasure.

"You like that, baby girl?" Emma asked, knowing full well she wouldn't get an answer.

Regina would never admit to enjoying it, and would never ask for it. She deemed it too improper for a lady to like, or want, but god, Emma knew she enjoyed it. Even now, just with it inside, Emma could see how much it was turning her on.

Emma took the dildo and inserted it into the harness. Regina was so wet that she probably didn't need lube, but Emma added some anyway. She didn't want there to be enough friction to make Regina come yet, wanting to keep her on the edge as long as possible.

Regina thrust her hips back, desperate for Emma to fuck her. Emma just laughed, scolding her in the mirror in front of them, "you don't get to set the pace. You'll take what I give you and be grateful," she told her, grabbing her hair by the braid and pulling her head back slightly.

"Yes, Dark Swan," Regina breathed out, hoping her easy submission would get her what she wanted.

Emma wasted no more time, lining herself up behind the woman, sliding along her lips with the dildo, teasing her by plunging the tip just inside her cunt before pulling back slowly.

Regina groaned, "please!" she asked, raising her eyes to meet Emma's in the mirror.

Emma smirked back at her, knowing that Regina would never tell her this, but that she very much liked to watch herself be fucked in the mirror. Liked to watch as Emma took her.

Owned her.

Smiling, Emma knew she had her exactly where she wanted her. She took pity and slid the dildo inside, shocking the older woman with the speed at which she entered her.

"Oh," Regina spluttered.

"You wanted me to fuck you? Well, that's exactly what I'm going to do," Emma pulled out and slammed back into her again, moaning as the base of the shaft hit her clit.

Summoning the small bullet she had, she turned it on and slipped it into the pocket at the front of the harness. She conjured a second vibrator, but put it on the vanity until she needed it.

Taking hold of Regina's hips she started fucking her roughly, enjoying the sensation of hitting Regina's ass against her front, feeling her thighs slap into hers each time she pushed forwards. Knowing that each time she pushed forward, the plug would move inside the woman and give her even more pleasure.

"Harder, please fuck me harder, make me yours," Regina pleaded, "I want to be yours, Dark Swan, I want you to own me," too far beyond herself, and lost in the pleasureable sensations, to realise or care what she was saying.

"I already own you," Emma told her calmly, and they both nearly buckled under the weight of that simple truth.

Regina was hers.

Emma quickened her pace, spreading her legs slightly wider, to lower her own height, so she could hit that place inside the brunette that she knew would drive her wild.

Regina started babbling incoherently, in what sounded like Spanish, to Emma's untrained ears.

Fuck, it was hot.

Picking up the vibrater, she turned it on, reaching around to hold it against Regina's clit. She gripped the woman's hip tightly with her other hand, fucking her relentlessly, at a wicked pace. They would both be feeling this for days, she was sure.

Feeling Regina begin to shake, she fucked her more forcefully as Regina started to moan, "I'm going to come, Emma, please don't stop, please let me come," she implored shamelessly.

"You can come, baby girl, and I'm going to come with you," Emma told her, as her own orgasm grew quickly, making it hard to focus on maintaining the right rhythm for her lover.

"Oh god," Regina cried out, "I'm coming…"

That was all Emma needed to hear before she allowed herself to come too, relieved that Regina hadn't needed her to last any longer.

Slowing down, she gently moved in and out of her, coaxing the last of her release from her, before collapsing against her back with a weak chuckle.

"Untie me, Emma?" Regina asked tiredly, even though she could have done it herself with her own magic.

Emma immediately released her from the cuffs, so the woman could stand and straighten her back again. The blonde loosened her harness, stepping out of it and dropping it to the floor, before turning Regina to her, so they faced each other. She gently clasped her hands and rubbed softly across Regina's wrists. Raising one then the other, she kissed the inside of them gently where the cuffs had left a mark.

Reaching up she released the right nipple clamp, as the brunette hissed, sucking the hard nipple gently into her mouth. She soothed it with her tongue as the blood rushed back in, repeating the gesture with the other one. Finally, she guided Regina to put her hands on the vanity and bend over, so she could remove her plug, using magic to remove all the excess lube that had seeped out.

Lifting her hand, she went to remove the collar, but Regina stopped her, "not yet, ok?" she asked softly. Emma nodded, knowing that Regina sometimes needed time to come down from a scene. The collar made her feel safe.

Taking Regina's hand she led them over to the bed, and pulled back the covers, gesturing for Regina to lie down. Once the brunette had climbed in, she slipped in next to her, opening her arms in invitation, which Regina instantly took advantage of. She snuggled into the blonde tucking herself in against her body, and resting her head on her chest, content to listen to her heartbeat.

"You were amazing tonight," Emma told her, "really incredible. I'm so proud of you."

Pink flooded Regina's cheeks, "thank you," she whispered bashfully, squeezing herself tighter against Emma's muscular body.

Emma looked down and realised at that moment, with Regina tucked in her arms, she had fallen in love with this woman. When it had happened, she wasn't sure, but she had no doubts of her feelings now, as they lay there together.

Reaching a hand down, she put her fingers under Regina's chin, guiding her face up towards her, taking her lips between her own and kissing her tenderly.

Regina willingly kissed her back, revelling in the moment. How had she gotten so lucky with this incredible woman?

Regina wanted more. She felt more, but was too afraid to ask for it, not wanting to scare the woman that had a reputation for running.

She sighed to herself, this would be enough. It would have to be enough, because she couldn't risk losing her. She would take what she could get and be grateful for it, she decided, not knowing that Emma felt the same way.

"Rest now, darling," Emma told her sweetly, noting that her eyes were heavy and closing.

"Don't leave me," Regina said sleepily, "please stay with me tonight."

"Always," Emma told her, before adding in a whisper, "I love you."

Regina stiffened, surely she heard that wrong? Surely Emma hadn't said that?

What if she had?

Emma was brave though, so maybe she had.

Realising she had to take a chance, because it was now or never, Regina turned her face back up to Emma's, "I love you too," she said clearly, wanting to make sure there was no confusion.

Emma's face broke into a wide smile, "really?"

"Yes, really," Regina rolled her eyes, "how often do I say things I don't mean?"

Emma smirked, "well, all the time, when you're so desperate for me to fuck you, that you'll promise me anything," she laughed.

Regina slapped her weakly, "that doesn't count and you know it," Regina scolded her playfully.

"Maybe," agreed Emma, "now, go to sleep baby, and when we wake up we're going to make love. No power play, no scenes, no games, just us. Would you like that?"

"I would," Regina admitted, "more than you know. Not that I want to stop all play with you," she added with a naughty wink.

"We'll find our balance," promised Emma, "we can take it one day at a time."

"Together," Regina promised in return, "we'll do it together."

They both closed their eyes, allowing their exhausted but sated bodies to fall into a deep state of relaxation, as they drifted off to sleep.