Author's Note: Seat belts everyone! This is where things are gonna start to get interesting. It may not be your cup of tea, but just stick with me folks. I promise you'll enjoy the ride. This chapter will set the mood for the rest of the story, so if this is not your thing then feel free to bail, just give it a chance, though. Also this chapter's kinda long, but I couldn't really see a place to do a natural break. Anyways feel free to comment and remember if you're nice and respectful; I'll be the same way. ^_^ Now, on with show!
Emma returned to the sheriff's office barely a hour after her encounter with Regina. It had been a false alarm. Pongo had gotten free, dug up the neighbor's flower garden, and set off the house's alarm system. Emma hated that dog sometimes.
She sat, hip perched on the desk, and pulled out her phone. It was still late. Hopefully, she'd win this little wager with Regina, and then crawl back into bed and crash for awhile. She was glad Henry was getting to that age when it was no longer a joy to be up at the asscrack of dawn.
She heard the staccato click of heels on the concrete floor and looked up in confusion.
Emma leaned her head to the side, and waited till the other woman had come into the room before asking, "How'd you know I was here?"
Regina chuckled, "Your badge is enchanted to let me know your whereabouts. I did it when Graham was sheriff, and after you came along; well, it was beneficial for me to know your whereabouts."
Emma looked at her in disbelief.
"Ok, just so you know, that's creepy," She said.
"Are you ready for our little wager Ms. Swan?" Regina asked arching her eyebrow, ignoring Emma's last comment.
Emma nodded and they were both enveloped in a cloud of purple smoke. Emma looked around panicked, and didn't calm down much when she realized she was in Regina's office.
"What the-"
"SILENCE!" Regina barked. It commanded all of Emma's attention, and left no room for argument.
Emma startled, blinking rapidly.
"Here is the wager. I bet you cannot follow my instructions for three hours, if I win then you will become my personal gardener for the week. In the unlikely event that you win, well, you can decide what you want at that point. Nod yes or no. Have we got a deal? "
Emma nodded yes. She was worried about what the woman would ask of her, but she also knew that Regina wouldn't do anything to jeopardize Henry's feelings for her.
Regina smiled.
"Good girl," Regina purred. Emma shivered.
"Now stay. Don't move. Don't speak until I tell you to do so," Regina said her voice strong and authoritative.
Emma sighed, this was going to be a piece of cake.
"Oh and one more thing,' Regina said, "Kneel."
Emma's eyes grew wide. She looked at Regina. She opened her mouth to protest, but thought about Regina's damn apple trees.
"Now Emma," Regina said her voice firm, and brooked no arguments.
Emma staggered to her knees. She put her hands behind her back, her wrists crossed left over right, and spread her legs shoulder width apart. Regina's eyes narrowed, like a cat watching a mouse.
"Very good," She said, her voice like silk against Emma's skin, "We begin."
Regina strolled back over to her desk and took out the forms that she had taken from the sheriff's office. Emma almost questioned her about them, but she clamped her lips shut. She didn't want to blow the wager within the first few seconds.
Emma knelt with her head bowed eyes fixed on the marbled tile for what felt like forever. She ignored the pain in her knees from the cool stone, and ignored the way her eyes wanted to droop. The one thing she couldn't ignore however was the throbbing in her bladder. She had to pee.
She couldn't shift to relieve the pressure. She was pretty sure that would break the wager. There was no way she was going to be hauling fertilizer to Regina's apple trees for a week. It was in the middle of freaking summer! That also meant that asking to go to the bathroom was out.
Emma paused for a moment, and wondered where the term asking came from. She was a grown woman, and free to get up anytime she wanted to. Yet, she was here. It was just more than losing the bet. There was a part of Emma that responded to the commanding tone in Regina's voice. It had been inside of her since she could remember. Regina brought it to life. The brunette's voice conjured up a thousand and one scenarios of whips, chains, and begging.
Emma resisted the urge to bite her lip. She instead focused on her breathing. She remembered another time when she was in this position. However, she doubted this night would end like the other one did. Emma felt both a pang of regret and relief at the same time. She knew she had an attraction to Regina. However, she was pretty sure that attraction was going to be unrequited. Regina seemed to like guys, and last Emma checked she was all girl, and there was the fact that Regina hated her guts. She felt relief, because last time she was in this situation, it didn't exactly end well for her.
Last time this position led to Emma tied up moaning and screaming. Emma's breath hitched.
As she noticed the blonds' breathing take on a different cadence; Regina looked up. She took this moment to study Emma. Regina had first dismissed Emma as a dumb blonde, who had gotten herself into trouble. However, as time went on, she learned there were so many more layers to Emma, and now this one.
For all that she had spent her life sequestered behind stone walls, Regina was not stupid, nor was she naive. She knew what that pose and posture meant. Somewhere along the line Emma had engaged in sexual activities where she was not always in control. Regina had her dabbling in it as well. Most would be surprised to learn she wasn't always the dominant one. There was something about Emma's pose that called to Regina. Contrary to what the blond and most of those around her thought, she was no stranger to sapphism. There had been experiments as a young girl. As an older woman in a loveless relationship; she had trysts with the maids, always under the penalty of death.
The kingdom was more accepting of homosexuality than in this world, simply because they believed in the power of true love. However, they also were old fashioned, and would have frowned to learn the queen had been carrying on behind their beloved king's back.
Until Robin, men were always a means to an end, a way to control and gain power.
Robin.
Regina snorted; she didn't know what had come over her. She sighed. She, being honest with herself, did know; Tink. Not that she blamed the fairy, but Regina had seen the tattoo and lost all sense of reason. Now that particular flame was out, and Robin seemed besotted with his Miriam again. She had a chance to cool down. She cringed when she thought how she had given her heart to him. Well no more, she had learned her lesson. That particular phase in her life was over, for good.
Emma heard Regina sigh and wondered what the brunette woman was thinking; she also wondered how much longer she could hold her bladder. She felt like she was going to burst. It seemed like forever since they had started this, whatever it was, and Emma was ready to claim her prize, and go take a leak. She sighed, and went back to following the lines that streaked though the marble. Surely it would be much longer now.
Emma, to her credit, almost made it. However, unbeknownst to her, at two hours and forty five minutes, she could hold it no longer. She felt her face burning as the hot liquid streamed down her thigh and created a puddle in the floor. Emma was mortified.
Regina's sharp nose caught the scent of ammonia. She looked towards Emma. She stared in disbelief as yellow puddle formed around the girl. She thanked the gods she had not chosen to do this in the house with the expensive rugs. There was a part of her that felt bad for the girl, but there was a much larger part that had been stirred to life. Emma was following her command to the letter. She had risked humiliation at the hand of the former queen, so as not to break the order Regina had set in place. A slow feline smile graced Regina's features.
She went back to her files, and waited for the time to be up. Then she walked over to Emma. Her nostrils flared at the scent of urine, and she was hard put to keep her features neutral.
"You did very good Ms. Swan," The queen purred.
Emma didn't look up but instead nodded.
"You have won the wager, you may now rise and attend to your personal needs," She said, in a tone that was strong and firm.
Emma looked up at Regina. She waited for her to make a snide comment about the smell. Regina was silent. Emma's brows furrowed, she leaned forward and winced as the blood flow came back into her legs. She knew it would take a moment before she could stand. Emma hoped Regina wasn't in too big of a hurry to get rid of her. She looked at the woman's expensive black heels mere inches from her face, and her breathing became ragged again.
Regina arched an eyebrow," Are we having problems Ms. Swan?"
"Just a two Madam Mayor, my legs fell asleep. It's gonna be a couple of minutes before I can get out of here," Emma said mumbled.
Regina sighed. She waved her hand, and instantly Emma and the floor were clean. She went over and knelt behind Emma. She began to rub her legs. Emma let out a yelp and surged forward as if Regina had just touched a cattle prod to her ass.
"What the hell are you doing!?" She squeaked.
Regina sighed in annoyance, "This is going to help the blood flow back into your legs, Ms. Swan. Now either be still or I will have no choice but to chain you to the floor."
Emma's head snapped back and she looked at Regina, "You wouldn't!"
"Try me Emma, it's extremely late, and I have precious little patience left to deal with your antics right now. Hold. Still."
Emma bit her lip and willed herself to be still. She tried to ignore the brunettes delicate, but strong fingers as they worked the blood back into her legs. This was the first time anyone had been nice to her like this. Normally she was just told to either get up, or she was fucked into unconscious. This ministering to her needs was completely foreign, especially by Regina.
'Get a grip Swan,' She thought, 'she probably is just doing this so she can hurry up and go home.'
Soon the blood came back into Emma's legs, and she got up and walked around a little. Regina gave her a brief nod, and rose as well. She crossed her arms and waited for Emma to address her. She had not thought she would lose, and the idea sat poorly upon her shoulders. Still a bet was made, and she had lost. She would honor whatever Emma sat as her task.
"Do you feel better enough for us to discuss the wager Ms. Swan? Or would you like to retire to bed?" Regina asked.
Emma thought a minute. She didn't know what to ask Regina for really. There was a time when she would have loved to humiliate the brunette, but now that held little appeal to her. Not to mention she was feeling grateful for the massage and the whole not making fun of her cause she peed her pants. She also felt turned on as hell, and thought it would be best to take care of that before asking Regina for anything.
"Nah, it's late. Let's just call it a night," Emma said.
Regina nodded her head, "Very well Ms. Swan. However please respond quickly, I dislike having to be in debt to anyone for long."
Emma nodded. She knew the truth. Regina disliked anyone having power over her for too long.
"Alright Madam Mayor, once I get some sleep I'll be able to think clearer," she said turning to walk away.
Regina watched the woman walk away, staring at the way Emma's well worn jeans caressed the blonde's ass. This was going to be interesting.