Adrenlize Me
It's insane
That I can't get you out of my head
So take me
Use my body for sin
-New Year's Day-
"Swan. What a simple name. You sure you want it like that?" Ursula asked, teeth clenched around a thick cigar smelling of citrus and smoke.
Emma Swan, 24, with hard eyes and nothing else left to lose, nodded her head. "I don't need no fancy names to sell my shtick. My work performance will do that for me." She jerked her chin up high, shoulders squared: a bravado she was selling to get this job.
Ursula saw right through it. "I like the tough act, but maybe tone it down from street thug to elite pain dealer and you've got yourself a job."
Emma's demeanor almost shattered in relief. "Really?" she couldn't keep the hint of shock from out of her voice. She hadn't expected to get the job. She knew she had a good body and that her face was decent to look at, but she hadn't always had good luck in jobs. They often didn't want to deal with some whose past was as checkered as hers and she was beginning to lose hope, to think that her life would always be spent out on the street.
And she had turned to Ursula's Poor Souls venue as a last resort. She heard the drag queen wasn't picky and that he took care of his girls provided they did their work and Emma was nothing if not hard working. She didn't necessarily want to be a dominatrix but if it would put food on the table then what choice did she have? She wasn't going to keep living from paycheck to paycheck any longer. She wanted her own place, wanted to be able to afford food and new clothes on her back.
"Yea, really," Ursula chuckled, looking amused by her reaction. "I give almost every girl that comes up to here a trial run. You work for me for free for two weeks and then I determine if you're worth keeping on the team."
"I got it. You won't be disappointed," Emma said solemnly.
Ursula said nothing to that, just gave Emma a cool appraising look before waving her off with some paperwork regarding as to what the rules of the trial period were.
Emma would need to undergo a workshop on how to act and what was acceptable and what was not. And then she would be supervised on her first couple of sessions to make sure she knew what she was doing. Those were usually discounted towards customers, offered at a lower rate to make up for the lack of experience.
Emma went to the workshop and was relieved to see she wasn't the only one there. There were three other girls, all whom she didn't recognize from town. She diligently took notes, hoping to absorb as much as she could and when it was time for her first session she was given some generic leather outfit and settled into a room with low level gear that was suitable for both beginning subs and doms.
She was nervous, but she was able to hide her nerves well. In part it was due to the guy who was there, waiting for her on bended knee. He looked like those scum bags that used to give her a hard time on the streets and it wasn't hard to be rude to him, to be mean, to demand his subservience.
Emma found herself getting a high from this, from being able to control someone absolutely and get away with her vulgar behavior. She had never guessed it but given the chaotic nature of her youth, of the uncertainty of it, of having to deal with authority that often left her powerless, it all made her want control. Control felt good. It felt like she knew who she was and how to wield destiny to her own cause.
She wanted more of this. She might not be able to control her life, but inside this four walled room, this room of sin and shame, of leather and sweat, she could be master of all.
Ursula was pleased by her performance, though he did caution Emma to tone down the rough handling.
"Most customers won't mind, as that is what they are here for, but we mustn't assume all of them want it. Start out softer and then ask if they want harder, or adjust accordingly to their body language."
Emma nodded her head and paid more attention to her client's body language. It came easily to her, given how she had to rely on body language to tell if someone was dangerous on the streets or not. Yet there was so much more to it than just if a client liked a certain play or not. Their body told a story, a story of what troubles lay outside and what kind of toy could fix that exactly. If they had a wife or husband that they felt they had failed than getting whipped or smacked around made them feel like they were making up to their wronged spouses; to subside their guilt.
Emma found that being a dominatrix was more than just controlling her subs, more than just demeaning them. It was all about equal give and take. Subs would give their trust and their bodies into her hands. They believed her to be able to understand them and their needs and give them what they needed. And she expected them to be open with her, to not question her and to be hers in this time and place.
The training sessions passed quickly and it was no surprise to everyone there that Emma got picked up. "You're authentic," Ursula proclaimed. "You don't pretend to be something you're not and our customers can expect you to be honest with them, to be raw. Don't ever lose yourself."
And that was a warning Emma should have heeded but couldn't.
She was a zealous learner. She had to be because her future depended on how much money she could make. And she made a killing when she first hit the floor, when she first started booking.
She always gave her work her all, and the effort showed. Soon she had trouble finding space for all her clients. So she was given longer hours, more days and she kept building up steam, about to be one of the fastest new girls to have a secure kingdom in bdsm since ever.
But then she'd bumped into Lily and things had gone wrong.
A year after she had been signed up, a lucrative year because of her ever expanding client list, they first crossed paths.
Lily was charming, smart, witty, with a hint of trouble maker that enticed anyone. And she was a politician's daughter which made her fetish all the more fun to develop. As soon as Emma met her, she was swept off her feet by the woman. Their play sessions were always something else. More intense, filled with hot tense emotion, and sexual attraction that affected them both. Neither of them were good at hiding it and soon they could barely contain it within their sessions.
And that's when things began to take a bad turn. Emma knew the rules, she knew she shouldn't fall in love with Lily, much less encourage it. But she'd never fallen this hard and she didn't have anyone to turn to to help her with this. So she used her past experience with love, all of it unhealthy, to help her cope with this. And it had ended in disaster as natural.
They began to meet outside of play sessions, began to make plans on moving in together, on having a relationship with each other- in secret of course because Lily wasn't out to her parents. Emma had been serious about each word and intention. She had never belonged to someone. Never had anyone to want to tie her down so she lept at every word and suggestion Lily gave her.
Lily was never serious.
Emma found that out the hard way.
To Lily this was all a game. A way to rebel against her parents. She never loved Emma, never intended to be anything more with her. She only entertained the idea for fun. And when the time came for her to follow through on her promises she didn't, and when Emma asked why, she laughed cruelly at her and told her with no love behind her words that Emma was just a fun hobby to do.
Emma had been heartbroken and she couldn't go back to work after that.
Ursula had taken her under his wing and built her back up. He didn't say 'I told so you' because he had ardently warned all his girls about the dangers of blurred boundaries between work and real life. And Emma appreciated that.
It took her three months to go back to work. To stabilize. To be able to look at her room without thinking of Lily again. And Lily never came back after she'd shown her true hand to Emma. She and her family had moved away so she could do politics in Washington.
Last that Emma had seen of her, she was married to some bland man and on the Senate.
Emma indeed was a phase for her.
And after all that, Emma erected a wall between her and her customers. She never took on a woman customer if she could avoid it and Ursula respected her wishes.
Emma promised herself she would never let that happen again- would never let her heart be used and broken like that.
And then it happened anyways.
Emma got up and with a scream ripped her covers right off. She couldn't bare to smell Regina on them. Couldn't bare to see what Regina had given her.
Only three more sessions.
Only three more. She could do this. She really could.
Ursula had said she could always switch out early if it was too much, but to do so would be to admit that Emma was falling along the same path she had with Lily. No, Emma wouldn't do this. She'd see it out through the end and then she'd do what she was best at, and run.
But why Regina of all clients? Why her? She was rude and ornery and she didn't care for Emma at all.
Crushing on her had been fine, back when there was distance and walls between them and Regina was just a public figure whose interests and policies aligned with Emma's own. But now...now when they knew each other so intimately? When Emma knew what a massive bitch Regina was...
There was no explanation for it.
And that night Emma didn't fight to stave off orgasming too many times to the idea of Regina and of their recent play sessions, but she fought the tears that pressed at the backs of her eyes.
"Emma. Or should I call you Mistress Swan," Zelena starts as she enters into the lobby of Poor Souls.
Emma doesn't even attempt to hide her gaping jaw. "Zelena, what the fuck are you doing here?"
"You told me to find something fun to do in this town and I did."
"And your first idea was to find a sex service?"
"My first idea was to do you but that's not happening again."
"No, it's not," Emma said flatly.
"Just checking," Zelena winked. "Now I understand your whole 'I'm a top' insistence so much better. You're a dominatrix."
"This stays between us," Emma raised a finger in warning. "I don't need people in town knowing about what I do for a living, especially not your sister."
"Why not? She would love knowing that you-"
"No," Emma hardened her eyes, panicking on the inside. She did not need Zelena making a connection on why Regina and her act weird around each other. "I already have so much shit because of my youth, I don't need my profession adding to the mix."
"Oh, I smell a story behind that. Fill me in later," Zelena said as she tapped her manicured nails on the counter where Emma had been summoned to by Zelena. "For now, I'd like to see what the place offers."
"It certainly doesn't offer me. I'm off limits," Emma said seriously because she and Regina were on stable grounds and she didn't dare to fuck that up.
"You are no fun anymore," Zelena pouted. "What crawled up your ass and died?"
"This is my job and I take it seriously. Besides, it's not good business policy to mix real life and kink play. Someone always ends up hurt."
"I suppose there is sense there. Now, tell me what I can do here. I have cash I'd like to blow." She patted her purse enticingly. "And I wouldn't mind getting a couple of new design ideas based off of your dom outfits."
"Do you know what you like? Do any of the kinks we offer interest you?"
"I wouldn't be opposed to try BDSM. Can you take me to someone you recommend?"
"Someone to handle you?" Emma laughed teasingly. "I'll try my best." Emma beckoned with her hand and took Zelena deeper into the halls of Poor Souls.
Once Emma had scheduled Zelena with Mulan, (code named Empress) one of their more versatile girls that was good for beginners forging their way into this world of sin, Emma went into the changing room. She had a session set to begin in half an hour and she needed to get ready for it.
She found Ruby pacing the room, biting on her nails. The worried expression on her face did not look good.
"What's wrong Rubes?" Emma asked, opening her locker and getting her things.
"Nothing...nothing, it's just..." Ruby sighed, paused, and then began pacing again.
Emma had a sinking suspicion on what this could be. "Is it Belle?"
Ruby' s head whipped up to her. "Who told you?"
Emma chuckled at her deer in headlights look. "Nobody told me anything. I just know you. You fell in love with her, didn't you," and this was said more gravelly.
Ruby stared at Emma morosely before she nodded her head stiffly, afraid to say this outside the confines of her mind.
"Oh Ruby," Emma sighed in sympathy.
Ruby waved her pity away. "I know you told me. Ursula told me at the beginning of my job not to do it either...and I should have...I should have heeded the words more seriously. But I didn't think I would fall in love with her. I don't even like women like that," Ruby sat down with a huff, running hands through her hair. "But she just had this...special thing about her. And I didn't think of her as a threat and I didn't put my walls up and now...fuck, now I'm in this mess."
Emma knelt by her friend, taking her hand in hers. "Nothing can't be fixed. We can still make everything okay. You just need to distance yourself from her. You need to tell Ursula. He'll know what to do."
"But I don't want to stop seeing her. I want to have her." Ruby let out a ragged sigh. "But I know I shouldn't. That it's bad."
Emma sighed out. Oh boy, this was going to be rough but Emma was in no position to chastise her friend especially when Emma herself was falling in love with Regina. Secretly she vowed to herself she would talk to Belle in person and see how she felt about this. "I wish I could you help you more but I need to get ready for my client. Come talk to me later, okay? But also talk to Ursula. I'm serious."
Ruby nodded her head. "Thanks. I know you went through this so you know how painful this is." Then she got up to pack up for home.
Emma went to her session and when she came out, she didn't feel as satisfied as she usually did. She'd had a client that wanted to be walked on a leash and all the time she couldn't help but think on how much nicer the collar looked around Regina's neck. How much better she was to manipulate as a pet.
Emma squeezed her eyes shut and let out a silent swear. Yup, it was starting again. When she had fallen in love with Lily she too lost interest in servicing others. She didn't get off on her control over them, just kept thinking how lacking they were in comparison to Lily and the sounds and looks she evoked.
Shaking her head at herself she packed up her things and got dressed into her normal outfit of flannel and tights jeans. She was done for the day, having fulfilled a total of ten customers wants. When she exited the locker room she found Zelena waiting for her in the lobby. She was bright eyed and looked mischievous. That couldn't be a good thing.
"What happened?"
"I just had an interesting session. Empress is a good sub."
Emma stood there a moment, thinking Zelena was joking. When it became clear she wasn't, Emma's jaw dropped open again. "Zelena!" she said, scandalized. "Did you break one of our doms?"
"She was a dom?" Zelena fluttered her eyelashes innocently. "You know I'm a top, why send me to a dom?"
"You let me top you."
"Yes, but you fought me for it and won it square and fair," Zelena shrugged.
Emma heaved out a sigh. "I can't deal with you." Emma made her way out the door, the click of Zelena's heels following her out.
"Are we going to get sup now? I'm absolutely famished from all that."
"Only if you're paying." Poor Mulan, Emma grimaced inside her head. She would have to make it up to her somehow. She should have expected Zelena to make a mess of things. She was a Mills woman after all.
Emma should have known from the moment she turned on the TV and viewed the report on the supposed scandal coming from the mayor's office that Regina would book a session with her. She just didn't expect it to be a full day.
The news was scarce with the information it provided but it was clear no one was faulting the mayor for anything, scared of the ire on her face. She had made several appearances on TV, proclaiming how she would get to the root of this scandal and that she had no involvement in it at all.
"I am appalled that something like this has happened. I have been honest in my means to achieving office and the fact that someone thought they could swindle city funding under my campaign is seriously delusional. I will stop at nothing to hunt them down and I hope the good people of Storybrooke will be by my side and offer me their patience as I get to the core of the issue," Regina promised, her tone scathing and vindictive. Emma would hate to be the idiot who thought it was alright to do something like this. He or she was going to pay heavily if Regina had any say over this.
The scandal had only been reported three days ago before Regina booked a session with her. Emma knew the mayor was stressed if something like this was happening and she would do everything in her power to make sure she could help the mayor relax. She asked Ursula to ask Regina if the woman had any specific preferences for food or drink. Emma would make sure to stock those because full day sessions, albeit rare and extremely expensive, were taxing on both the dom and the sub and food and sleep breaks were needed.
The session was from nine am to nine pm and Emma prepped extensively for such a thing. Emma had only had two full day sessions before and they were always draining more so on the sub than the dom because the sub took the brunt of the sexual acts. And Emma felt pressured to make this perfect because she truly wanted to take Regina's mind off of her job, off of her political issues.
Emma shaved until she was smooth like a baby. She washed and curled her hair and even cleaned up her apartment entirely. There was no telling which of these rooms they would be fucking in and Emma wanted to make sure they were all presentable.
She got her dom suit ready and did all her make up heavy. This time her suit was something new. She'd gotten a new one recently and couldn't wait to see Regina's response to it. For now she kept it covered up by a thin black robe.
On nine on the dot, the doorbell rang and Emma opened it up to see Regina hidden behind scarves and a hat and glasses so no one could make out it was her. Emma let her in and locked the door.
"Did you have breakfast?" she asked as Regina started throwing down her winter gear. Her shoulders were tense and there were bags under her eyes that even makeup couldn't cover.
"I was hoping it would be you," she responded with and Emma bit her lip to hide the smile playing on her mouth.
"It will be. But first, why don't we get you relaxed. You look like you could use a good massage."
"I'm fine."
"Regina, you're not," Emma said seriously. "And it's my job to make you feel good, so let me do it."
Regina minutely nodded her head, conceding. "I suppose a massage would be good."
"Excellent. Now sit on the couch and turn around. Many have told me I have magic fingers," Emma instructed and Regina complied. She sat down on the couch and Emma sat behind her. Emma could feel the heat and aggravated energy just radiating off of Regina from here. The mayor must be under tremendous stress. Emma would do her best to while it away.
She started out by letting her fingers run over the top of Regina's shoulders before beginning to move down and knead her shoulder blades and then spine and lower back before going back up and doing her neck.
Regina let out happy little groans and her posture became more relaxed. She leaned into Emma's touch and Emma swallowed thickly. She had it bad. Even this much made her want to take Regina on the couch.
She should have never agreed to do this session but she was an addict. She had to see Regina. How could she pass up on a whole day with her.
"Better?" she whispered, unable to speak more loudly for fear of revealing how affected she truly was.
"Much better," Regina purred.
Emma wanted to ask what Regina's touches those couple of days ago meant. The words sat on the tip of her tongue but she held them back. It would do no good to ask; only would make things awkward. Emma got up from her spot on the couch and circled around in front of Regina, taking out the collar and chain set she had pocketed in her robe.
She arched a brow up in question and Regina nodded her head. "Yes," voice shaking hard. It had been a while since she'd been collared and Emma was insurmountably pleased to slide the cool leather around Regina's neck. It was a snug fit there on that slender neck and it looked so good. Emma let her hands linger on Regina's neck, the pulse pounding underneath it before she clipped on the metal chain, a more delicate one. It complimented Regina's more slender build.
"On your knees," Emma hissed, tugging on the chain and Regina rose from the couch only to drop down onto her knees. "Still hungry?" Emma questioned lightly.
"Starving, mistress," Regina said and it was clear from how her eyes landed on Emma's concealed cleavage what she meant.
"Good." Emma cannot contain the pleased look on her face. "Worship me from head to toe," Emma orders, wiggling her foot into Regina's face. "Using your mouth only." She leans back against the table, lets Regina shuffle up to her on her knees.
And Regina does. She slides Emma's heels off, starts with kissing her little toe to her big toe to the ball of her ankle, lips searching ever higher, ever eager to please her mistress. She only gets up to Emma's lower thigh before she is stopped by the robe. Her eyes voice her question wordlessly.
"You may untie my robe pet," Emma said as evenly as she could, anticipation building in her chest at Regina finally getting to see her outfit.
With shaking hands the mayor undoes the tie and lets the robe fall to the sides. Her eyes hungrily take in everything before her and she lets out a little soundless gasp. Emma is wearing tight leather shorts that are so short they barely cover anything. They would be closer to a thick belt more than anything else. And the top is a crop top with a deep v neck and that ties at the back of the neck.
Regina resumes her journey up, more fervently now, hands clutching Emma's thighs as she plants her lips right at the seam between Emma's legs and kisses there, eyes daringly meeting Emma's.
Emma's hips jerk of their own accord as she bites her bottom lip to stifle her groan. She knows Regina can feel the heat there, smell the wetness. She can't let Regina in on how much on edge she is. She tugs on the chain, urging Regina up to her feet. "Being naughty, aren't you? Who said you could touch me there?"
"You told me to worship you from head to toe, so I was," Regina said with a tilt of her chin.
"But do you think you earned getting to worship me in that one spot particularly?" Emma's eyes are hard and her jaw set. "Do you?" she demands of Regina's defiant look. She winds the chain tighter against her hand and drags Regina closer to her. Their noses bump.
"No mistress," Regina admits, eyes dropped to Emma's lips. Emma specifically licks her lips, slowly, letting her tongue trace the top and the bottom. Regina unconsciously leans in closer to try to taste Emma only for Emma to jerk the chain so roughly to the side that Regina stumbles and grabs for the table to keep steady.
"You were thinking of kissing me, weren't you?" Emma's voice was a sharp bark.
"No, I wasn't-" Emma pushed Regina's upper body hard onto the table, letting her head hit the wood with a muted thud.
"You are being awfully defiant today, pet. I don't like that. Care to tell me why all this attitude?" Emma asked as she ran a hand down Regina's back, feeling the nodules of her back shiver under the touch.
"No."
"No?" Emma drew back a little, arched a brow at Regina's brazen behavior. This wasn't typically like her. The stress from work must really be overbearing. She was clearly going out of her way to be punished. Which meant she was feeling guilty about something. Maybe she felt like it was her fault this scandal happened?
"No." Regina reiterated.
"Take down your pants." Emma's voice was decidedly less friendly. "Now."
Grumbling, Regina let her hands snake down to her belt buckle, forced to undue it in an awkward angle because of the way Emma was pressing her head down to the table with her free hand.
There was the clink of metal and then the pants were sliding down, revealing smooth buttocks soon about to be deliciously marred. Emma moved back a bit, shaking out her hand in preparation. "I will need to remind you who is mistress here." One open handed slap, right on Regina's right ass cheek. "You do not talk back to me." Another slap. "You do not defy me." Another slap. "You do not get to touch me without my permission." Two slaps now. "And you most certainly do not get to think of kissing me without me allowing you." Three slaps.
Regina let out happy hisses, her sounds escaping onto the wood of the table and fogging it with the heat of her breath. Her hips ground into the edge of the table, desperate for release. Her panties were spotted with wetness.
"Am I clear?"
"No."
Emma's eyes bulged at this. "Did I just hear you say no?"
When Regina said nothing, Emma let the nails of her hand sink into Regina's scalp painfully and she leaned in over Regina, hissing into her ear. "Tell me I heard wrong. Because I clearly heard you say no."
Regina worked her jaw, refusing to look at Emma. "I said no." Her tone did not tremble.
Emma leaned away with a long sigh. Her palm stung from delivering all those slaps before but it certainly would not sting as much as Regina's ass would once she was through.
"Stay here," Emma instructed, half hoping Regina wouldn't listen so she could punish her more. Her veins were singing in a combination of rage, lust, and adrenaline. Emma turned to go get the riding crop she had laid out on the dresser table for use later. But it looked like it would be used now.
She tested it against her palm, enjoying the sharp sting of it.
Regina was no longer in the position Emma had last left her. She was leaning against the table, watching Emma. "What did I tell you? I told you to stay put," Emma snarled out, striding towards Regina and fisting her hair and yanking her head to the side hard. "What about that don't you understand?"
"I didn't want to stay there so I didn't." Regina was unrepentant.
Emma chuckled darkly. "You really want your ass rubbed raw don't you? I'm going to spank the disobedience out of you. Now bend over the table and stick out your ass."
Regina frowned but slowly complied, arrogance lining her face. She presented her ass to Emma, right cheek red from Emma's actions before. Without warning Emma cranked back her arm and let loose, covering Regina's ass with blows equally on both sides.
The woman held back her groans and grunts of pain and pleasure, squeezing her eyes shut to hide the tears brought on by the sting of it. Emma kept count out loud, reaching into the high tens before stopping. "Do you think you'll listen now, pet?"
There was a shake from Regina's head.
So Emma divvied out ten more, face flushed red from exertion and breathing hard through her nose. "How about now?"
Still Regina shook her head.
But Emma didn't feel comfortable continuing. If she did she could cause serious damage to Regina's behind and it was too lovely for that. Carefully constructing her words, Emma set the crop down. It was warm in her hand. "Regina, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I'm green," the mayor panted out.
Emma shook her head. "No, not in the play session. Are you...okay?"
Regina straightened up at this, spinning around to glare at Emma. "Are you prying again?"
"I'm not. I'm just worried for you. Because it doesn't seem your mental state is fine and I don't want you to push in this session just because of that reason. And I don't want you to push and then get hurt just because you weren't in the right mental place," Emma explained as kindly as she could.
They looked on at each other until Regina finally caved under Emma's stare. "I'm...just tired," she admitted in a defeated voice.
Emma didn't say anything, just waited for Regina to fill in the blank silence.
"Go ahead, Ask me about the scandal. I bet you're itching to," Regina goaded and Emma shook her head lightly. "I don't want to. That's none of my business. And I'm sure you'll be able to handle it. I just want you to be honest with me and tell me if you're trying to make up for something that happened out in the real world with me right now. Because I'm not going to hurt you for the scandal."
When Regina said nothing, just looked away, Emma sighed. No matter how aroused she was, or how desperately she wanted Regina to stay, she couldn't compromise the mayor's sanity. She cared for Regina too much to let that happen. Emma knew all too well how easy it was to get carried away, to indulge in those dark desires. For her it was holding back from making too cutting of a remark, from striking too hard, from pushing her clients towards more pain when they couldn't handle it. For a sub it was about the level of pain they could take.
"I'll put some cream on you to take the sting away but I'm not going to continue this if you don't talk this out with me." Emma went to get the cream which she had also prepared before hand. She had never used it on Regina before and hoped she never would have to but today Regina had pushed too hard and there was little that could be done for all the lashings she had received besides putting the cream on.
Regina saw how serious Emma was and she looked like she was reconsidering. "Mistress, I...um," she stumbled over her words as Emma approached her a glop of the cooling agent on her fingers. "Turn around," she said gently and Regina did as asked, wincing when Emma put the cream on and began to tenderly massage it into place.
Regina let out a relieved breath as the heat on her ass faded away. Feeling more bold without having to look into Emma's piercing gaze, she began to speak, haltingly. "I...I may be using this session today to...to reprimand myself. I...I think it's my fault the scandal happened. I should have...I should have done a better job. I should have checked. I shouldn't...I shouldn't have trusted people in the government to be honest with me. They all...look down on me. Look for any reason to fault me. They think I'm worthless. That I'm some dumb bitch. Some...uptight dumb bitch. And when I do get things right, they fault me for that too." Regina seems a bit lighter after saying this. It feels cathartic in a way and so much more comforting than getting smacked. "I can't do anything right."
Emma has never heard such insecurities from the mayor before and she's surprised to see the confident woman feeling so downtrodden. She thought Regina didn't give a fuck about anyone. That she just powered on regardless of what others thought of her.
But she was only human after all.
"I don't think any of that is true," Emma began to a soft tone, done with the cream and wiping her sticky hands on her thighs. Regina got up, tentatively turning to face Emma. "I mean, I don't know much about you, personally. I know you can be a bitch, but you don't take shit from anyone. You're confident and you've got an amazing poise. Politically, I love all the work you've done. You help those out in need, those no one else helps out, or who are ignored by the people in power. And not to mention, you got elected in white ass Storybrooke where they have about one to zero percent people of color in power. And those are just in minor positions. And you're mayor," Emma said earnestly and she could see Regina's face soften up. Could see something darker leaving her eyes. Hesitantly Emma placed her hands on Regina's hips, thumbing them softly. "And, you're my pet. A wonderful pet at that. Typically," Emma crinkled her nose in humor and Regina smiled back at her. Emma had never seen Regina smile before and it simply stole her breath away.
It was a tentative and shy thing and made Regina look so open and vulnerable. Emma wanted to kiss it, to taste the smile for herself. And so she did, caving in to the warm feeling in her, the thump thump of love in her chest.
If Regina was taken aback by the kiss she didn't show it. Instead she melted along with it, their lips sliding perfectly together as the kiss hovered tenderly capture by their mouths. Regina's arms came up to wrap around Emma's shoulders, drawing her in close but not too close.
Kiss wrapped up they rested their foreheads against each other. "Want to take a break? We can resume in a little bit."
"I'm fine now. Truly." The smile was replaced by the smirk Emma was so used to seeing. "And I can't wait another second for you to fuck me."
"I thought you'd never ask," Emma smirked back. "And we all know what happens to naughty pets who ask and don't beg."
"What?" Regina shivered, voice lowering as did her lids.
"They get punished," at this Emma's hand slid to between Regina's panties, right past the material. "A lot." Emma sunk two fingers in, up to the knuckles. Regina gasped out loud. "And very hard." And she began to thrust in and out without pause, leaving Regina a shivering, cursing mess.
And because they were in Emma's place, they could fuck anywhere, at anytime. One time she had Regina bent over the sink as she took her from behind and Regina had cum so hard and so much that Emma needed a mop to clean up the tiles later. They fucked everywhere they could and even some where they shouldn't.
Emma made sure they took breaks for food and water and rest because this could get exhausting. During one of them she had Regina kneeling next to her seat, hands tied behind her back, only wearing her bra and underwear while Emma ate at the table. She was having some of Regina's favorite food. A perfectly seasoned steak and steamed veggies. Emma had special ordered it from the restaurant Regina liked to eat at in order to prepare for this session and it was worth the price tag given Regina's face.
She badly wanted what Emma was eating but couldn't have any.
"Mistress..." she whimpered.
"Do I hear groveling from my pet?" Emma said without even casting a look at Regina. "Are you unhappy with something?"
That was a loaded question for there was no way Regina could answer it without displeasing Emma.
"I,um, I-"
"Speak plainly pet, I do not have time to waste on your sniveling words," Emma said haughtily.
Regina licked her lips and tried again. "I was wondering if you would be so kind and generous to offer me a piece?"
"Was the water I gave you earlier not sufficient?" Emma asked as she cut a piece of steak and chewed on it, letting her eyes flutter shut as she enjoyed it.
"It was-"
"Then good. I shouldn't hear you demanding anything more of me."
There was silence as Regina sat back on her haunches, chastised by her mistress.
Emma wasn't truly going to deny Regina this, she only wanted to make her squirm.
She waited a few moments more before she relented and speared a piece of steak to the fork. "Open wide," she ordered and Regina did so, gratefully eating the meat offered to her.
"Do the arm binds hurt?" Emma asked off handily as she went to cut up another piece for Regina.
"They are beginning to cramp my arms but other than that I do not mind them," Regina answered mid bite.
"I'll untie them soon and then you can actually eat," Emma chuckled before feeding Regina three more pieces and going to untie her. With that type of play done, Regina was able to sit in the chair, rolling her neck back and wringing her sore wrists. Emma slid the rest of the meal to the brunette for she herself wasn't hungry for food but for continuing to interact with Regina.
It was ridiculous, that even though they both had the whole day together, Emma wanted more time with Regina. How ever was she going to go back to just a couple of hours with the woman once a month? Today was really spoiling her, and not Regina.
In between these breaks they would talk stiffly, awkwardly. Emma didn't know what she could ask the mayor without it being too private or intrusive and there was only so much that could be said about the weather or the latest movies playing.
"You don't have to hold yourself back," Regina interrupts Emma's latest attempt at levity. "I like you being forward with me." So Emma decides to give in to her curiosity and to Regina's insistence.
"Tell me something about yourself. Something that the public doesn't know."
Regina has a hard time thinking something up so Emma helps.
"What's your favorite color?"
"Purple."
"Favorite food?"
"Apple pie. I make a mean one."
"Do you? I'm not convinced until you let me try it."
Regina jerks up her chin, competitive look in her eyes. "I'll prove it to you."
And that's how the second half of their session starts with Regina making a pie for Emma. And it's damn good. The best Emma has ever tried. Warm, gooey, and topped with whipped cream and spice.
Regina watches Emma eat. "Enjoying my pie, dear?" she asks, cocky.
"I have to admit, you were right. This is the best damn pie I've ever had."
"Of course it would be. I made it." And Regina is deliciously arrogant more so than her pie. It should be a turn off, but honestly, Emma finds it pleasing. Too often women are not allowed to be proud of their work and if Regina has the skills and talent to back up her claims than she should take joy in her work.
"You'll have to give me the recipe," Emma says as she finishes up the slice, eyes closing and tongue licking the last traces of cream from the spoon. When she opens her eyes she sees Regina's citrine eyes tracing her tongue motions intently, eyes snapping up shamelessly at Emma catching her.
"Perhaps you'll have to convince me to give it to you," Regina suggests salaciously.
Emma grabs the chain hanging from Regina's collar and tugs it harshly, pulling Regina's stomach against the table edge so that it bites into her skin. "You are in no position to make demands of me."
The air around them shifts as their positions of power realign. "And while this pie is good, it is missing something."
"What?" Regina husks as Emma gets up, coy smirk on her face.
"You." And with those words Emma has Regina spread out naked underneath her, covered in whipped cream and innards of the apple pie. Emma diligently eats the snack off of her heaving chest, licking up every sticky trace.
"That's better," she purred and then plunged two fingers into Regina to get her off.
Seven pm sees them drained and tired, bodies too spent to continue sexual activities. They both could use a good warm meal, a shower and rest.
Emma's ready to order pizza but the scalding look on Regina's face stops her. "We are not eating that garbage. It does nothing but clog arteries."
Emma is a bit miffed at this. "Since when do you decide what I can eat?"
"Junk food is less energy producing than healthy food and I don't need my dominatrix collapsing on me during a session," Regina said as she pulled out some of the ingredients Ursula had told Emma to buy previously.
Emma snorts. "I'll be fine."
"Then I guess you won't taste my lasagna," Regina said enticingly. "And if my pie was delicious, than you can imagine how good the rest of my cooking is."
That certainly is tempting. Emma debates internally before putting down the phone. She is interested in the mayor's cooking. It is surprisingly good. She watches Regina make the lasagna, any offer of help she wanted to give, shooed away because the mayor doesn't want Emma mucking up her recipe. Emma has a moment of contemplation, almost laughing to herself at the fact that she has the mayor in her kitchen, cooking for her. Who would have thought that could ever happen?
Once it is ready to eat they settled down at the table, Emma laying out the silverware that she typically only ever got out for guests. The first bite is heaven. The mayor really has a way with her hands in the kitchen and not just in the way they clench onto Emma so tightly as the blonde fucks her.
"Good, this is so good." It hits all the spots inside Emma. Her hunger, her craving to have family cooked meals as a child, her taste buds exploding with the perfect combination of spice and cheese. "Robin is so lucky to have this," blurts out of her mouth and it takes her a moment to realize what she's said. Her heart pounds away in her chest.
Regina's smile is frozen into place and her hand movements are stiff as she plates more food onto her dish. "Yes, lucky," she intones monotonously.
And Emma kicks herself inwardly for that slip up; she knows Regina is unhappy with him, no need to rub it in. She covers it up by rambling with a story about her youth when she fell off a tree. Nothing like covering up awkwardness with an awkward story. Regina doesn't seem to mind this. She loves insulting Emma's intelligence for doing something so silly as climbing up a tree to save a cat that jumped out of her reach before she could save it and then had to be saved herself.
"I was a dumb kid," Emma agrees because she doesn't mind it so much when she can make Regina smile or even chuckle darkly. She cleans up the dishes and let's Regina take the shower first, hoping her selection of generic brand drugstore gels will be okay by the mayor's standards. And then when Regina is done, Emma hops in herself.
She tries hard not to think about today and fails. Because today feels like so much uncharted territory that she won't dare to think about. She also tried hard not to masturbate but she already knows that's not going to happen. She can never hold herself back when it comes to Regina. So as discreetly as possible she touches herself and hides her moans into the crook of her arm.
When she gets out the shower she finds that Regina is on the couch, lazily flicking through TV channels and the scene screams so domestic that Emma has to mentally and physically gather herself from the longing in her chest. She can imagine Regina sitting on her couch like this, in a fluffy robe, just watching TV with Emma.
Emma shakes the idea from her head. "You're staying?"
Regina nods her head. "If you don't mind." And suddenly she seems vulnerable. "I know I didn't pay for the full night- just until nine, but I just...I don't want to go back. If I do I'll have to deal with all that," Regina explains less than eloquently and Emma pretends like Regina staying over doesn't swell her with joy. She would jump up and down if she could right now.
"You can take the bed," she says, because she didn't think her heart could handle sleeping next to Regina right now. Another domestic scene that makes Emma upset and happy at the same time. Happy because she can get a glimpse of what she can't have, and upset because she clearly can't have it.
"Nonsense, the bed is big enough for two and I'm not going to kick you out of your own bed," Regina says and that is the end of that discussion. She pads over to Emma's bedroom, pauses by the doorway as if silently asking 'coming?' and Emma turns the TV off and follows after her.
So they share the bed.
They make sure to sleep on the extremes of the bed, space carefully maintained between them. Emma's heart is racing like crazy and she doesn't think she can go to sleep. Her body is buzzing like she's drank ten cups of coffee. She doesn't notice Regina can't sleep either until the woman speaks up.
"I'd...I'd like to thank you for today."
The apology sounds stiff and odd in Regina's mouth but sincere. Emma turns in to face Regina who she knows is looking at her because she can feel the heat of her gaze in the dark. "Why?" because Emma is genuinely curious as to why Regina feels the need to thank her.
"For...everything."
"Like?"
Regina lets out a huff of irritation. "Can't you take the damn thank you like any normal person?"
"Nope. I'm stupid. You gotta spell everything out for me," Emma props her head up in her hand and leans ever closer to Regina. From this close she can smell her lotions and shower gels on Regina and it makes her insides clench in a fuzzy feeling. It's like she's marked Regina. Like Regina is slowly becoming hers even as Emma knows it's just a wistful thought. Regina is the farthest thing from being hers. She has a fiance and a life in politics figured out for her. A life far away from Emma.
For a second it doesn't seem like Regina will say anything because she turns her back on Emma. But then she speaks and in a quiet voice. "Thank you...for checking in with me. I doubt many doms would have double checked with me, to stop me from purposefully self hurting. But you did. You knew something was wrong."
Emma slides in closer, aching to touch the outline of Regina's back. She's wearing her own night wear and it barely conceals anything. Such intimate wear strips away the mayor's many defenses, as does the dark, full of unspoken sentiments between the two of them.
"I..." Emma wets her lips, unsure how to answer this. It wasn't only because it was her job, but because she cares for Regina. How to convey that consternation without coming off as too needy? As too involved? "I care about your well being, Regina," Emma slowly states, trying to keep her words purposefully neutral. "I really do."
When the mayor doesn't respond to that, it's because she has finally fallen asleep, at ease due to Emma's words that take a weight off of her shoulders, that comfort her for some reason she does not understand. But Emma didn't know this, and she turned and sighed to herself, feeling insecure about admitting to caring for the well being of her client out loud. She closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep.
The next morning finds Regina's side of the bed neatly done and all her possessions taken, as if she had never been here.