Adrenlize Me
Naughty Christmas!
-Lacuna Coil-
A/N: So I got the idea to do a holiday themed chapter. The 12 days of BDSM as I like to call it. And yes, it's after Christmas that I'm posting this, but let's pretend it's not. Thought we could all use some smhuff (smutty humorous fluff) because of the more tumultuous chapters in this story to come.
"Swan..."
Emma groaned into the phone she had blindly reached for from her bed. "Ursula. Please, no."
"I won't take no for an answer. You need to get your ass over here this afternoon."
"But you know how much I hate-"
"Every one of the girls is doing it. It's tradition and I will not be excluding you from it just because. You can grumble and moan all about it later, but I expect you to be there this evening or else you're not getting your cut this week."
"That is cruel. You're going on Santa's naughty list for sure for that," Emma groaned out as she sat up, raking a hand through her mop of hair.
"Sweetie, if that was a real thing I'd be so deep on his list no good deed would set me free," Ursula said, his voice husky from smoke this early in the morning already. "See you there."
Emma sighed and resigned herself to the fact that she was going to have to do as her boss asked. She didn't have to be happy about it, however. With another groan she got up and got dressed.
She arrived later that evening to utter chaos, with girls running around here and there, arms occupied with decorations. Emma was hastily thrust a monster of tangled string lights upon arrival. "What am I supposed to do with this?" she called to Ariel who had already run off.
"Hang them up!" was the quick over the shoulder reply before Ariel disappeared behind a Christmas tree. Sighing heavily, Emma pulled up a step ladder and started to get to work.
"Deck the halls with boughs of pussy, fa-la-lala, lalala!"
Emma sputtered at this. "Ruby!" she hissed, flushing at her song. "That is not how it goes!"
"Uh, pretty sure it does," Ruby said as she skipped by trailing garish garlands behind her. All the girls were working together on dressing up Ursula's place for the holidays. This involved lights, stockings, menorahs, and of course banners of Happy Holiday's strung up from the ceilings so as to be more inclusive.
The whole place was currently a mess with tinsel and ornaments and boxes everywhere and Christmas music blasting over the speakers they usually used to play seductive music on.
"Since when?" Emma huffed as she stepped onto the step ladder to pin up a coil of lights.
"Since I said so," Ruby bounced along below.
"All I want for Christmas, is dick, ba-by!" another voice added on to the crude songs. This time Emma glared at Tink. "Could you not? Some of us aren't vulgar 24/7."
"Sorry not sorry. You need to get in the festive mood," Tink said as she started sticking on plastic ornaments in the lobby of the Poor Soul's Club.
"I am in the festive mood," Emma grumbled out, trying and failing to untangle Christmas lights. She really hated these fuckers. With a passion. "I'm wearing a Santa Claus hat." And she was only because one of the girls had plopped it onto her head as soon as she walked in.
"And all I want for Christmas is for you assholes to hurry up and get this shit in place. I want this place as festive as a gay parade by the time we leave today," Ursula walked up, cigarette burning between his fingers.
"We still have a good 12 days before that happens," Emma pointed out, finally successfully having detangled an inch of the lights.
"Maybe we'd actually finish if you'd help us," Tamara added, juggling two boxes in her hands full of other tacky ornamentation.
"Then what would I be paying you for?" He huffed out, laughing throatily. "Swan," he barked up at Emma. "I need to talk to you in my office."
"Thank god," she muttered under her breath, happy to find any excuse for these stupid lights. As she left, following Ursula, he began to croon out his own version of a Christmas carol. "On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, 12 vibrators vibrating, 11 whips a whipping, 10 anal beads a pullin', 9 cock rings-"
"You too?" Emma groaned out. "Why does everyone do this to piss me off?"
Ursula chuckled at this, opening the door to his office from which the Christmas music outside could no longer be heard. "It's because we're worried for you, Swan. Who are you going to be spending Christmas with?"
Emma drops her head at this. She feels shitty to have this topic brought up. Always the charity case. She hates people pitying her. She doesn't need that from her boss or her coworkers. "I'll be fine. I've got things to do."
"Cut the crap, Emma. We both know you don't have plans and there's nothing wrong with that. You're an orphan, you don't have a family. That's why you should come to our Christmas party. That way you won't have to spend the night alone."
"I said I'm fine." Emma hunched up her shoulders and put on a tough front. "I said, I have things to do." Maybe if she said it with enough conviction she could convince herself and them.
Ursula sighed and dabbed out his cig on his ash tray. The peppermint scented smoke aired out. "If you say so, but you know we care for you. We all do. We're only a phone call away."
"Right," Emma nodded her head, trying to bite back the big black hole of despair that was open in her stomach. A ball that was her loneliness and insecurities wrapped up all in one.
She could feel Ursula's stare on her back as she shouldered her way out but she didn't care. She just wanted to go home now and wallow in her misery.
She took the back exit to avoid the girls and sighed out into the bitter cold. The holiday's were always the worst because she didn't have anyone to celebrate them with. Yea she could call up the girls and chill with them before or after Christmas eve but not the day of it.
It sucked, sitting on her couch alone, eating tubs and tubs of ice cream. But that was better than the nightmares of the foster homes on the holidays. She didn't even want to think about it right now.
She went home, ignoring the happy couples on the street during her walk, and then collapsed into bed without taking her clothes off.
She awakens that morning to a phone call. Blearily she picks up the phone and answers. "Hello?" she croaks out, hoping that it's not Ursula calling to chew her out for ditching last night.
"Good morning!" Zelena screams into the phone and Emma pulls it away so she won't go deaf.
"Why the hell are you calling me-" at this Emma glances at the clock. It's one in the afternoon, so actually, it is a reasonable time. She doesn't finish her sentence, Zelena doesn't even give her a chance to.
"What are your holiday plans?" she hollers into the phone and Emma groans. "Do you have a mute setting or something? Why are you so loud?"
"I'm excited. And I want you to be excited too. Is it working?"
"No. Now what do you want?"
"I already asked you about your holiday plans. Are you free?"
"Yea, sure." Emma doesn't feel like lying. She's slept through much of her depression last night so she's feeling a bit better now.
"Great," Zelena thrills at a substantially lower volume. "Then come to Regina's Christmas party."
Emma is so still she's not even breathing.
"Emma? You still there?"
Emma doesn't think it's a good idea to go to Regina's place- to have people see her there. Especially after Emma finally got Regina to stop being pissed at her. "I-I don't know. I don't think I should-"
"Please, you need to come. Regina only ever invites politician's over and they're so boring and dry. Honestly, I could watch paint dry with more vigor than I could talking to them. It's like they suck my life force out in those conversations and I can feel myself withering away," she dramatically sighs through the phone.
"Then just avoid the party," Emma suggests, getting up to lumber to the kitchen to start her coffee.
"I can't. I'm obligated to go. Thus, so are you."
"Can't you invite anyone else?"
"You're the only one I know in this god forsaken town. Help me out."
"And what's in it for me?" Emma does everything with one hand- pouring the now freshly brewed pot of coffee and stirring in creamer afterwards. The dark liquid lightens up, almost hopefully. Emma licks the spoon for creamer traces.
"Getting to spend a splendid evening with me. I am highly desirable company."
Emma laughs. "I'll pass."
Zelena huffs but not with real hurt. "Okay, you get to spend the evening in Regina's glorious presence."
Emma doesn't say anything to this so Zelena barrels on. "Come on, I know you have secret feelings for her- or something for her. You aren't subtle with your staring. Wouldn't even getting her to smile at you be worth suffering the mire of old groping men?"
"That's if she smiles," Emma hums, sipping on her drink. She pretends like Regina's smile wouldn't be fucking worth it, but it fucking is. She's only seen it once. She wants to see it again.
"I know she will, especially if you're there."
"But Robin will be there too. I can't talk to her like that. I can't even be seen there. What if someone recognizes me? I've servicing half of the politicians here because of my job."
"Semantics," Zelena said breezily. "We'll figure it all out. Just tell me you'll come."
Emma heaved out a sigh. "Fine, I'll come." She hadn't wanted to spend Christmas alone, and now it looked she wouldn't, but not in ways she wanted to.
She decided to call up her boss to let him know not to worry over her.
"That's good to hear," he said when she quickly told him what happened. "But I still expect you to come to my party. You have to."
"Can I bring a guest?"
"Bring the fucking pope if you want to, I'm game." And then, "Also, I sent you a little something to your house to get you into the Christmas spirit." He hung up and with light trepidation, Emma opened up her front door and saw a package waiting there. Gulping, she brought it back in and unwrapped it, seeing that there was a vibrator inside. A really pink one. Her cheeks were flushed and she put it to the side focusing on the note that was there as well.
To get you in the Christmas spirit, the girls and I all got together and got you some gifts. Expect 12 days of them. I was going to get you 12 vibrators, but nobody has enough orifices to fit them all in at once.
"I'm going to kill all of them," Emma said with a happy groan. She vaguely recalled Ursula singing about 12 vibrators last night and she wishes she hadn't cut him off so she could hear what the rest of the song was. It was Emma's only clue.
"Well, looks like the 12 days of Christmas countdown begins now." She moved the box upstairs, hiding the vibrator in her drawer so that she could use it later. It was high grade. Would be a shame to throw it out.
Day 12
Day 11
This day's package was big. The deliveryman gave her an odd look but said nothing as she signed off. As she dragged the package in she saw that someone had spelled out whips on it in big bold letters that could only be Tink's handwriting.
Emma sighed. There was no use in being embarrassed now about it. The man had already seen it.
She opened it up, finding eleven whips inside- half of which were the actually leather device and the other half which were whipped cream. "Real clever, Tink," Emma smiled and stored the cans in her fridge before boxing away the whips in her closet. Tink's note was brief.
Half of these are sweet and the other half are bitter. Make sure to balance them out.
Zelena calls Emma up that evening and tells her, no, orders her, to go clothes shopping with her. "You're going to need something nice to wear to the party and no, your dominatrix outfit does not count no matter how nice it looks."
"I wasn't going to wear it!"
"Shame, really. Could have made a few of those bores erupt an artery and make the night more interesting."
"And they call your sister the evil queen."
"We're both a little wicked. It runs in our blood. Now, meet me in ten minutes. We've got a lot of work to do."
And so they go clothes shopping, Zelena pulling out outfits left and right and making Emma try them all on. It's exhausting. Emma's never tried on so many clothes before. She usually settles for pulling on a simple dress and that's it.
In the end, Zelena settles on a suit and tie combination that screams chic but powerful. "She's going to love this," she says to herself and Emma wonders which she she's referring to. But Emma loves the outfit. It's her in a way and she's comfortable in it.
"Now we need to do some gift shopping," Zelena casually brought up, paying for Emma's clothes before the blonde could, and rushing them out of the store. "What are you getting for my sister?"
"Getting for what? I don't think that's appropriate! I don't know her like that."
"But it's her party and you should get her something."
Emma shakes her head. "I still don't know what I could even-"
"Just get her something from the heart."
Emma would rather give Regina her heart, but that wouldn't end well. No one woman was in position to have it.
Day 10
Emma woke up to another package on her door step. This one a bit smaller. Emma took it inside where it would be safe from prying eyes and found several anal beads wrapped up inside it. This package was from Tamara.
Don't be an ass- try these out.
Emma rolled her eyes at the pun. How original. Not.
Those she also stashed away. Nothing wrong with free gear to use on her clients. Emma didn't really dabble in anal play because she didn't feel confident enough in that field. But, maybe one day.
And then done with that, she went to watch TV, avoiding any and every channel that had vague holiday related material on it.
Day 9
Emma frowned in distaste at the cock rings in the new package delivered to her front door.
Tiana had bought these this time. I know you don't have a cock- but your clients do. So use them?
Emma shoved this box into the very back of her closet, where hopefully, it would never see the light of day.
And when she went to work today she punished her client extra harshly for daring to wear a tacky Christmas sweater. Her mood was getting fouler as the holiday drew nearer and she made sure to keep her radio off and to avoid streets that were decorated heavily with red and green and bright lights.
This year the mayor was going to light the Christmas tree in the middle of the park as usual and Emma found herself torn between wanting to see Regina do it, (all dressed in adorable green and red) and not wanting to see it because of the bad memories the holiday's held for her.
Feeling increasingly darker, Emma rushed home so she could eat some ice cream to bring up her mood.
Day 8
Emma was having second thoughts about the party.
"Zelena," she hissed urgently into the phone. "I seriously don't think I should do it. The politician's there will recognize me and I don't want to jeopardize Regina's reputation."
"I'll just say you're with me-"
"I don't want to take the risk. This is my job we're talking about."
Zelena was quiet on the other end which gave Emma some hope.
There was a rush of air that the red head let out. "I suppose I was a bit rash. Don't worry, I'll come up with some way to make it work."
That wasn't what Emma was hoping for. "Zelena-"
"Don't worry, dearie, I've got this." And then she hung up, and no matter how many times Emma tried to call back, Zelena didn't pick up until it became apparent that she had turned her phone off to ignore Emma.
Emma let out an aggrieved sigh. Why did it seem everyone was intent on making her participate in a holiday she had no wish to be involved in?
There was a ring on her door that signaled the arrival of yet another package. She quickly signed off, the delivery guy (the same one these past few days) eyeing her strangely. "Sure got a lot of packages," he said curiously.
"My friends are dicks," she told him and hurried back into her apartment.
And upon opening her package she found- "dicks. Great." There were eight dildos inside, all of them varying sizes and colors. And all of them from Ruby.
In case you needa dick around :)
That box too went deep into her closet. She wondered what the retail value on them would be.
Day 7
Despite Emma disliking the holiday, she did owe her friends some presents. So she braved going outside for this, huddling up warmly behind her tan scarf and employing headphones blasting rock music to tune out the holiday music that would be playing in the mall.
Since her friends and co workers were all being assholes to her, she was going to get them gag gifts. And she knew just the store for it. Spending easily over a hundred dollars for their gifts, she grabbed the Christmas-y wrapped bags and booked it out of there, head lowered and not at all minding where she was going. That was why she bumped into someone.
"Would you watch where you're going!" the indignant voice huffed as Emma dropped one of her bags. "Sorry," she mumbled out, bending down to pick it up and noticing the heels. There was only one person that would wear heels in this weather in Storybrooke.
"I should have known it was you," Regina said, lips twisting up almost as if to hide her amusement when she and Emma were finally face to face. She was wearing a blue peacoat and she had on a little beanie that made Emma want to squeal like some fan girl at the sight of it.
"Regina," Emma breathed, hating how flushed her cheeks were becoming.
"Christmas shopping?" Regina eyed Emma's gifts distastefully. "Cheap tastes I see."
Emma felt the need to defend that. "Not cheap tastes. No. I only get the best for people. But only if they deserve it. My friends and co-workers are being assholes to me as a prank so...I'm getting back at them by getting them shitty gifts."
"Hmmm," Regina hummed unconvinced.
They were standing too close again, something crackling in the air between them. Emma found herself unconsciously leaning in before she caught herself and took a step back. "I should go now. Wouldn't be good if people saw me with you. NDA and all," she mustered out, still not quite leaving.
"Right," Regina looked as if someone had shaken her awake. As if she'd forgotten who Emma was.
"See you," Emma hastily waved and walked off, feeling like such an idiot. Could she not act normal around Regina at all? Fuck, she had it worse than she thought she did. Pinching her nose she tried to stop thinking about her meeting with Regina.
And when she got home she found a package with ropes waiting for her from Mulan. Some ropes to tie up your loved ones. Zelena used some to tie me up. Please don't bring that woman back here ever again.
Emma cringed at that. Right, she still owed Mulan big time for taking on the human tornado known as Zelena.
The ropes were hefty but made of high grade cords so they wouldn't rub too much on a sub's wrists. Emma could just imagine Regina bound in them, the ropes tying her hands back, linked in between her breasts and making them stand out.
Emma stroked the ropes thoughtfully. Maybe Regina one day would want to be strung up during play. The idea excited Emma immensely.
Day 6
"Why are you going through my closet?" Emma asked warily as Zelena tore it open and began to look through it.
"I'm looking for disguises. Disguises you can wear for Regina's party."
Zelena had called up Emma, bullied her home address out of her, and then promptly shown up, insistent as all hell that Emma had to be at Regina's party. Emma knew the woman was scheming something but she couldn't tell what. All she knew was that she had made it abundantly clear that she would not be meddling in Regina's love life.
"Well you won't find any. Just a closet full of leather." Emma said, rolling her eyes.
"Ooooo, what's this?" Zelena cried out, finding one of the many gifts Emma had been receiving this week. The Brit shook the box containing the dildos.
"My friends from work have been sending me gifts. Like the 12 days of BDSM. So far I've gotten vibrators, whips, cock rings, dildos and anal beads."
Zelena's face took on a mischievous shade. "Do you happen to mind if I borrow them?"
"Eww," Emma wrinkled up her nose. "If you're thinking of using them and then just giving them back to me, you can keep them."
"I wasn't going to use them," Zelena rolled her eyes as if this should be obvious. "Well, not for those purposes. But for something else."
"As long as it doesn't involve me than I'm fine," Emma threw her hands up in the air. "Now can you leave my apartment. I never invited you inside."
"You are a terrible host, you know that," Zelena huffed out as she scooped up all the boxes. "Help me carry these to my car so I can take them off of your hands." She took one box and Emma grabbed some of the smaller ones. They got to the front door to see that the delivery boy was there with yet another package. This one the smallest one yet.
Unhappily Emma signed off and handed the package off to Zelena. She didn't even want to know what was inside.
But Zelena informed her anyways once they had shoved the boxes into the trunk of her expensive car which was as expected, green. "Butt plugs!" she announced happily and loudly. "From a woman named Ariel."
"You can use those. I really don't care for them."
"Really, Emma. What kind of a woman do you take me for," Zelena pretended to be insulted and Emma rolled her eyes at her this time.
Day 5
As the holiday's got nearer, unsavory memories began to resurface for Emma. Memories that manifested into her dreams, turning them into nightmares. And they were always the same dreams. Of getting locked outside for punishment at one of her foster homes- almost freezing to death in her thin sweater and socked feet while they ate inside the house, ignoring her misery visible through the bay windows. Of no presents for her, only a cane that was used to whip her for being naughty. Of a foster father drinking heavily and then locking her into a small closet and forgetting about her for three days while she starved inside.
All different houses, all different horrors, but enough that she could not enjoy the holiday's.
They made her twist and turn in bed, sweat through her sheets.
She sat up with a sigh, glaring angrily at her clock and at the numbers spelling out three am. Her arms ached where she had been struck by the cane all those years ago.
"Maybe I should get therapy," she said to no one in particular and went to her kitchen to make some coffee because she would not be sleeping tonight.
That morning she got five pairs of nipple clamps from Jacinda that she decided she would give to Zelena later on, as well as the rest of her upcoming gifts. That way someone would benefit from them.
Day 4
Today was the day of the work Christmas party and Emma had no intention of going. Every girl knew her sob story background and she had no wish to be there where everyone was going to pity here because they knew she had no where else to go. She was just going to eat her feelings away and watch some horror films instead.
Emma had just settled down with a new tub of ice cream when the front door rang. She wondered who it could be at this hour. She had already gotten her package for the day, four handcuffs from Sabine with a note that said It's cuffin season, so it couldn't be another gift. She could make out some voices from the other end. They sounded familiar. She cracked open the door to see Ruby, Mulan and the other girls from Poor Souls here, all wearing some form of Christmas cheer.
"What are you doing here?" Emma asked slowly, blinking owlishly.
"Oh, did we forget to mention that the Christmas party's at your place?" Ruby said too innocently.
Emma blinked really, really, slowly as if the image before her could go away if she did. "A Christmas party at my place? Since when?" They were still here. Damn it.
"Since we decided you wouldn't come to ours. So we came to you," Ursula's thick voice said from somewhere in the back. "Now, are you gonna let us in Swan, or are we going to freeze our tits off on your front step?"
Numbly, Emma stepped aside to let them all in. Each of them was carrying a plastic bag of some sort. And as Emma watched, they all took their coats off and their hats and began to take the stuff out of the plastic bags. Some of them were decorations, others were plastic utensils, others had food and drink.
"You not helping?" Tink asked as she plugged in a string light before tossing it up on one of Emma's shelves.
"Uh, sure, I guess." Emma shook herself awake, still feeling a bit bewildered by all this. Hastily she shoved her uneaten ice cream back in the fridge before she helped take out the food and set the table. It was a tight squeeze with all the girls here and they sat wherever they could. Holiday music was turned on, another Santa Hat was thrown onto her head, and dinner and drinks were served.
"How'd you like our gifts?" Sabine asked, smiling cheekily.
Emma rolled her eyes as she plated some roasted chicken onto a Styrofoam plate. "You are all assholes. So I got you asshole gifts in return."
"Can't wait to open them," Sabine smiled.
"Not going to invite your friend to the party?" Ursula asked from Emma's left.
"I didn't know it was going to be in my place."
"Well you know now. Bring them in, the more the merrier."
Emma nodded her head stiffly, unable to process emotionally what was going on. She couldn't believe they had relocated a whole party just for her. If she thought about it too much she'd burst out into tears and she was sure no one wanted to see her ugly cry.
She called Zelena over, because she'd promised the woman fun. Except Emma once again forgot about the little incident between Mulan and Zelena until the red haired woman came over. "I'm here!" she shouted out as she made her entrance and spotted Mulan across the room like a hawk spotting it's prey. "Why hello dearie!"
Mulan saw her, her cheeks flushed, and she ducked into a side room muttering "oh hell no," under her breath.
Suffice to say that the rest of the party was chaotic fun. There was drinking and dancing and lots of laughter and chatter. Zelena would chase down Mulan and bother her, making the poor Asian woman flush before she would escape to the side or hide out in the bathroom. Somewhere around the middle of the evening Mulan and Zelena disappeared entirely. Emma had no idea what they were doing but she figured as long as it didn't end up with one or the other trying to hide the other's dead body, things were okay.
Once three in the morning struck, Emma was feeling certainly more festive. The party was ending but she could say it wasn't a bad one. No bad memories had struck her and she didn't feel filled with despair. Though that may have to do with the alcohol more than anything else. Slowly by slowly all the girls trickled out until it was only her and Ruby and Tink left behind to clean up the mess.
"I appreciate this, you know," Emma started, tasting her words carefully. Tink and Ruby are the only ones who know the true story of what's happened with her past holiday's and so they know the true depth of this for her.
"You don't need to do soft on us," Ruby smiled. "We just wanna replace all your bad memories with good ones."
Emma smiled at that because she didn't know what else to say, except to draw them in for a hug. "Let the other girls know that I'm thankful, okay?"
"We will," Tink assured.
The clean up finished around four and Emma bid the girls goodnight before going to knock out. She was drained but happy, something she hadn't felt in a long time.
Day 3
The next day she woke up to a pounding headache, cursing herself for being so liberal with drink and not hydrating enough before bed. She contemplated staying the whole day in bed and just binge watching Hulu shows when her phone rang. It was Zelena. Why was she calling so early in the morning? It was only ten.
Emma answered the call and kept the phone a good two inches away in case Zelena started screaming again. She had the tendency to do that.
"Hello?"
"And a good British morning to you!" Zelena crowed, loudly, as predicted.
"Why do you always sound so chipper in the mornings? It's inhumane," Emma groaned out.
"You would sound like this too when you got a good lay last night."
"Really?" Emma sat up at this, intrigued. "Who? Who was crazy enough to sleep with you?"
Emma can practically hear the smugness from the other end of the call. "Guess."
"I don't know..." Emma trails off, rubbing her still pounding head. Her facilities are not up for a mystery right now.
"It's Mulan."
Emma nearly chokes on her gasp. "What?! She let you sleep with her?"
"Don't be so shocked, dearie. I am irresistible."
Emma didn't have anything to say to this. "That explains both of your absences last night much better. I thought you were out torturing her or something."
"Well, there was some light torture. She really likes being whipped. Did you know that?"
"No, I didn't, and I didn't want to," Emma closed her eyes, not needing that imagery in her head.
"Anyways, that is not the reason I called today. I called to remind you to get a gift for Regina."
Emma groaned. "And I told you I didn't think it would be appropriate to do so-"
"Emma, it's her party. You need to bring something. Even I'm bringing something."
"And what are you bringing?"
"My magnificent self."
"And I can't do that either?"
"Let's be real darling, you're not up there just yet."
Emma rolled her eyes. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."
"Don't forget the gift. Ta ta!"
Whelp, looked like Emma would have to get Regina something. But what? She only knew one of the woman's hobbies and that wasn't a gift that could be given out in the open. Emma fetched her laptop and pulled up her favorite BDSM shop website. Maybe it could be a gift that Emma could use on Regina during their play sessions. If Zelena asked what it was, Emma could lie and say she would just give her a gift card.
Scrolling through the page, Emma's eyes landed on the most beautiful collar she had ever seen. It was slim and black and made of smooth Italian leather with a small jewel on front. Emma could already envision it on Regina's neck. It would be perfect there. Not too large and overbearing but not too small either. It was effeminate like her and would successfully mark her as Emma's property.
Emma clicked on the buy option without any further preamble and hoped it would ship in time. The only package that arrived on her doorstep that day was yet another BDSM item from the girls at work. This one from Cindy- three blindfolds that were made of spun silk.
Day 2
Emma just manages to hide away the package containing 2 gags before Neal and Belle come over bearing gifts of drinks and food.
They always hang out together the morning of Christmas Eve and it's a nice chill affair with them watching movies, drinking beer, playing games and exchanging gifts that they've gotten for each other.
When three hits they've got to go home to their own families to celebrate. But before they can go Emma snags Belle by the arm. "We need to talk," she says in a low voice so Neal cannot overhear and she tilts her head in a manner indicating what the talk will be about.
"Oh, okay." Belle's Christmas joy settles down. "Neal, I'll catch up with you later. Go on ahead."
"You girls always stay behind to talk," he says in good nature, shaking his head. "I hope you're not talking about me."
"Please," Emma scoffed playfully. "You're not popular enough for that."
Neal placed a hand to his chest. "Oh how you wound me." But he finishes getting dressed for the outdoors and leaves with a quick goodbye.
"Is this about Ruby?" Belle asks, already well attuned to the issue at hand.
"Yes," Emma nods her head, gets straight to the point. "I want to know how you feel about her. Ruby's my friend too and I don't want her job being compromised because of something between the two of you."
Belle takes a deep steadying breath and she looks frightfully close to tears. "I didn't mean for it to go so far. It was only supposed to be about finding a release. Getting rid of some of my stressors. But then I...I developed feelings for her. The sessions became personal. And...and I don't want to get her fired."
"You care for her."
"I do," Belle confirmed. "But I don't think she cares for me the same way. And I won't let my feelings get her in trouble. If need be...I'll stop visiting her." Belle hung her head petulantly.
Emma let out a relieved sigh. She had been worried that this might be another Lily case. That Ruby was going to get devastated. But Belle cared for Ruby, and knowing Belle, she meant it and it wasn't just some silly infatuation bred of the play sessions. "You need to talk it out with her. Get everything out into the air."
"How? I don't have her number." Belle looked hopeful at this.
"I'll give it to you. But talk it out. And I seriously mean it. Because I don't want anything bad to happen to the both of you. I care for you both." Emma scourged around for a piece of paper and pen and scribbled down Ruby's number.
Belle nodded her head gravelly. "Understood." She took the paper and kissed Emma on the cheek before rushing off to go home.
Emma sighed. And now she had one last day to Christmas. The countdown to hell began.
Day one
"Zelena, this plan is stupid. And I will murder you if it goes tits up," Emma moaned as she found herself on Regina's mansion's doorstep, holding a big sack over her back. A sack that Zelena had filled with items that Emma knew nothing about, all she knew was they were heavy as fuck.
"The only thing going tits up is you," Zelena whispered, pushing up Emma's tits in the tight red bodice she wore so that they looked better. She was freezing her ass off in the costume Zelena got for her in order to keep her identity secret from the politician's inside.
Zelena herself was wearing a dark number that brushed the floor and exposed generous amounts of cleavage. "Just remember, remain in character."
"I don't feel in character. I feel me, and exposed." Emma was in a too short Santa dress and had her blonde locks covered up by a silvery haired long wig and matching Santa hat. And her face was done heavily with makeup. Red lips, green eye shadow, and candy canes dancing across her cheeks. She didn't think she'd fool anyone like this.
"And I'm telling you, you look good. I barely recognize you, Miss Santa Claus. All you're missing are your ho ho ho's!"
Emma rolled her eyes at this but before she could say more, the door opened up to reveal the butler. Since when did Regina have a butler? He eyed them warily. "Zelena Mills," Zelena held out her fancy invitation. "And my plus one."
He took the card, looked it over and then looked Emma over, as if she was a possible threat. He seemed skeptical of her being an actual guest. "Come right on in," he said at last and took their coats from them.
Already Emma could hear the classical music and the urge to yawn filled her so strongly that she almost gave in. The place was dressed jolly, with wonderful looking wreaths hung up and the smell of pine trees and holly drifting strongly through the air. But what took Emma's attention first and forth-most was the buffet tables. Full of drink and expensive rich people snacks. It looked like one good thing would come out of this. "Well, looks like I'm going to entertain myself by binging myself into a coma."
"Before you go, we got some company come to talk to us," Zelena pointed out and Emma saw that Regina was looking at them- no, glaring at them- from across the room before she excused herself from the man she was talking to and strode over to them, body tensed with anger.
"Shit. We are in so much trouble." Emma didn't enjoy fighting with Regina, or even having her upset at her. And she knew there was going to be a fight here.
"It'll be alright," Zelena said without any real perception of danger and eagerly, like she lived to make her sister's life difficult. Emma shifted the bag on her back, her grip going sweaty.
"Zelena, what is the meaning of this?" Regina growled out lowly, fake smile on her face so it looked like she was merely greeting her newest guests. She eyed Emma distastefully, and in a manner that seemed like she could see right through her disguise.
"I brought a friend like you told me too," Zelena smiled brightly.
"I meant anyone other than Miss. Swan."
Ah, so Regina had seen past Emma's disguise. Whelp.
"You know no one else in this town is worth my time," Zelena defended and Emma would feel warm at those words of praise if she wasn't so worried as to what Regina would do to her because of this.
"And in such a garish costume?" Regina waved to it and Emma felt incredibly self conscious in it.
"Well, Emma has...previous acquaintanceship with some of these gents here and she'd rather not attract attention to herself, but she still wanted to come keep me company." That was a tasteful way of phrasing Emma's job, and to anyone who did not know of Emma's job it would be vague as hell, but Zelena didn't know that Regina knew all about Emma's job. Her smile evaporated and the hand holding her glass tightened until the knuckles were white.
Shit. That wasn't good.
"Come, sis, where is your holiday spirit?"
"Gone, along with my patience for you and your schemes. Zelena, this is an important event! The groundwork for future politics of Storybrooke is laid out here," Regina hissed out under her breath. "This isn't some club!"
"Relax," Zelena appeased. "We'll stay out of your hair. You won't even know we're here."
Regina tightened her jaw but there was nothing more she could do without coming off as rude. Without another word she turned on her heel and went back to schmoozing rich men and women. They had won free passage into Regina's party strangely enough and Emma hurried along to the booze table, needing something to steady her nerves. Zelena followed after her, pleased at herself.
They rotated between the drinks and the food, chatting and making fun of the stuffy men and women trying to flatter Regina. The whole night she did not spare a single glance at them, though Robin who was around would stop by and talk to them in short bursts to see how they were doing. Zelena told him it was Emma under the costume and he seemed delighted to know she had come.
The other politicians ogled her in the outfit and when some got drunk enough, they came up to talk to her and she made up some bullshit reason about being hired to make the party more Christmas like. They believed her and eventually left her alone. Thankfully, because in order to bear their presence she needed to gulp down the champagne and eggnog here like water. She had lost track of how many she had by now but the room was at a good 45 degree tilt. And Zelena's red hair was looking extra bright.
At ten the party was beginning to dwindle down and Emma couldn't be happier. She now fully understood Zelena's earlier desperation at not having to come here alone. Rubbing elbows with politicians was boring. But, rubbing something else entirely with one specific politician- now, that was more interesting.
Zelena had dipped to go to the bathroom, while Emma remained stationed diligently by her post at the buffet table, nearly sunken into the couch cushions and eyes drifting open and closed, heavy with drink. She sipped on her eggnog, wondering when she could go home. Alcohol was making time fly by faster but not fast enough.
"You know eggnog is full of calories that go straight to your thighs," a low voice said quietly and Emma turned to see that the mayor had finally come up to join her under the guise of refilling her drink. It made her feel a whole lot more awake.
"Good thing I have a job that requires a lot of strenuous activities," Emma murmured back, smirking at Regina who bit her lower lip as her eyes raked over Emma's barely clad form. The look made Emma feel hot all over. Made the air crackle between them.
"Yes, it certainly seems like your thighs are fine. More than fine," Regina purred and Emma had to gulp down her drink before she did something stupid, say like lunge across to Regina and kiss her in the middle of her party. Regina's eyes eventually came up from their trip between Emma's thighs and up to her face where hunger was written plainly across it. It seemed the few drinks of wine she had had, had loosened something in her. Had weakened her poker face.
"I actually had a few questions about your job. If you wouldn't mind coming to speak with me. Privately." Regina strode away before Emma could even answer, her back straight and hips swaying with each step enticingly.
Emma gulped, quickly poured herself another drink and drained it before thunking it onto the table and going after Regina with her sack of goodies. She followed her up the stairs to a bedroom Emma knew all too well. The lights were off but the door was open so Emma let herself in.
"Regina?" she called out tentatively and the gasp she let out was smothered by a warm mouth on hers as she was backed up into the door till it closed, dropping her bag during the assault.
Regina's lips were pressing hard into Emma's, kissing her for all she was worth while the mayor's hands roamed up and down her body, grabbing greedily at everything.
Emma was more calm, only because she was all too aware of one thing. "Robin is still here. And so are some of your guests," she panted out when she pulled her lips away.
"So?" Regina practically growled out, flicking her tongue out along the tendon of Emma's neck. "How do you expect me to behave when you walk in dressed like this, teasing me all evening long?" She tossed the hat and wig off of Emma's head so she could rake her hands through the long locks, prompting a heavy groan from Emma's mouth. The combination of alcohol and lust in her veins is making it hard for her to make the right decision.
"Come on, Santa. Have I been naughty or nice this year?"
"Naughty. Definitely naughty. Especially in this dress." Emma gripped the edges of it, hiking it up so she could slide a thigh in between Regina's legs. "Like it was made to be fucked in." Regina moaned in relief at the friction she was getting by rubbing herself onto Emma's strong thigh. But it wasn't enough.
"Mistress, more," she pleaded.
"Get on the bed. Keep the dress on."
Regina did as instructed while Emma went and spilled all the items from the sack out. The moonlight through the window was enough to illuminate the items. She knew Zelena had had a mischievous plan for them. She just knew when that sharp hard point bit into her back that it was a whip and suddenly everything pieced together.
Emma deftly picked out some necessary items and approached Regina who on her knees and hands on the bed, facing away from Emma just like Emma liked it. "I'm going to use some new toys on you, pet. This," she dangled the gag in front of Regina's face so she could see it. "So that you can stay quiet and our guests won't hear you. This," she held up the handcuffs next, "so that you stay put like a good girl, and this," she picked up the last item, the whip, "so that I can punish you for all your naughty behavior this year. Are we clear?"
"Yes," Regina husked out and Emma wouldn't even have to touch Regina's underwear to know it was soaked through. Dutifully she placed the gag on. "And since you won't be able to say colors, tap the headboards if you want me to slow down or stop."
Regina nodded her head to show that she understood. So Emma moved onto her hands, shackling them to the bed posts.
"How many smacks should I give you?" Emma asked as she unfurled the whip. It was a thing of beauty. Black and made of leather and not too long that it would be cumbersome in this small space.
"Five? Ten? Twenty?" Regina only shook her head to all of those.
"Thirty?" Emma purred as she came up to Regina's ear, caressing the smooth globe of her ass with one hand. Soon this ass would be marked properly by Emma. The idea thrilled her.
Regina nodded her head frantically at this. Emma smiled and backed up, allowing enough space for her jerk back her arm and deliver a sharp crack to Regina. Regina moaned her pleasure and Emma hated knowing she couldn't hear all of Regina's delicious sounds but she tended to get loud and Emma didn't want guests hearing them. The cracks of the whip were small enough that they could be ignored or blamed on some machine.
Emma snapped out three more hits and she could see that Regina's thighs were already shaking. "So close to coming already, pet?" Emma asked smugly as she came up closer to the mayor. She ran a hand over her soaked panties and Regina fought with the urge to jerk back her hips for more contact. "Should I let you come already, or should I make you wait out all thirty lashes?"
Regina shook her head, eyes tightly closed and exhaling heavily through her nose. "You want to cum now?"
Regina nodded her head as Emma's fingers slipped under her panties and began to caress over her nether lips. "And why should I indulge you when you were such a naughty girl?"
Obviously Regina could not speak so Emma teased her a bit more before suggesting something. "If I pleasure you now, will you make it up to me?"
Regina nodded her head so quickly and fervently that it was almost comical. "I'll hold you to that," Emma chuckled darkly and plunged her fingers inside Regina at the same time she let her nails bite into the red skin on Regina's behind where the whip struck. The hiss of pleasure and pain was choked back by the gag but given the way Regina's back arched it was clear she liked it.
Emma continued thrusting in and out of her, running her thumb over her clit. Regina's whole body was shaking. "Ask for permission pet. Oh, wait you can't. Not with the gag in your mouth. So how are you going to cum now?" Emma smirked deviously, knowing she had gotten Regina there. Emma could make out Regina's devastated facial expression when she realized there was no way to ask and she couldn't back down from the orgasm on the horizon. She was trapped and going to get punished by her mistress soundly. She resigned herself to it.
Regina just started to cum when suddenly, "Emma?" a voice called out and shattered the fantasy.
Emma jerked up with a wildly beating heart, a wet heat between her legs, and utterly confused as to where she was. A quick scan told her she was back in her room, in her pjs, with Zelena standing in her doorway, wearing a pair of Emma's old clothes. "Emma, are you okay?"
"What- what happened?" Emma spit out some hair that got into her mouth. All she knew was last night she had gone to Regina's party and then fucked her-
"You were moaning loudly in your sleep. I thought you were hurt."
"No- no, I'm fine. I just," she scrubbed her face with her hands. "What happened? I can't remember?"
Zelena rolled her eyes. "You got absolutely knockered on the eggnog at the party and passed out on a couch halfway. So I called a taxi for us and brought you here and then I stayed over to make sure you were okay."
"I didn't-" have sex with Regina is something she cannot say, so she amends things quickly. "I didn't talk to Regina? Alone in her room?"
Zelena looks confused by this. "Not at all. You barely crossed paths."
Emma slumped back onto her blankets with a less than pleased groan. Barely talking to Regina made so much more sense than fucking her at the party. So that part of the night had been just a dream. "Merry fucking Christmas to me," Emma grunted out and went back to sleep.