Adrenalize Me
A/N: Just made a Tumblr (it was only a matter of time, really). You can find me there under wellthizizdeprezzing. I'll be posting updates/ special information for my stories there. You can also feel free to send me prompts there (for one shots or snippets).
Love is pain/ You'll be satisfied/ Don't like it that hard?/ Cry, it will make it easier/ Scream if you want/ Now it's so much in trend/ Idiotism - our Sadism
-Omnimar-Sadizm-
"Swan," a voice practically growls into her ear through the phone. A voice full of want and need, a voice barely restrained.
Emma immediately sits up in bed, sleep long forgotten.
"Hello?" she calls out uncertainly. "Who is this?" she doesn't recognize the number but the way her name rolls off the caller's tongue is familiar. And so is the way the need bleeds through each word, saturating the vowels and elongating the ends of sentences.
"Who else," the voice says gruffly. "I need your...help," it admits painfully, shamefully. "And I need it now."
"Regina," Emma breathes out, her heart racing a mile a minute as the dots connect. She wants to ask why the mayor is contacting her through her private number but the urgency in the mayor's voice holds her back. "What happened? What do you need?"
"I need you," the woman hisses on the other end and it's almost like a dream, no, better than a dream, that this is happening. Regina calling her, proclaiming that she wanted Emma the same way Emma wanted her. She shook her head to clear it, but it did nothing to stop the pounding between her thighs.
"Tell me, tell me what you need me to do," Emma whispers hotly, cradling the phone to her ear so she can hear every word.
"I need you to come here. Now. This is all your fault," the woman explains in a tense clenching of teeth. Emma nearly falls from bed in her hurry to get ready.
"I'll be there in ten. Where are you?" she asks as she chucks clothes haphazardly, looking for a clean pair.
"In my office."
This pauses Emma's mad dressing. "Your office? You're at work?"
"Just shut up and come here," Regina insists. "I don't have much time." And then she hangs up, leaving Emma befuddled, curious, and burning with arousal. What was going on with the mayor? Only going there would prove an answer.
She tossed her phone aside so her hands would be free to dress her before she brushed her teeth, hair, and grabbed an apple for the road because she hadn't had breakfast yet.
The drive over was short and Emma tapped her thumbs on the steering wheel uncertainly as she parked the car and looked up at the town building. She was nervous. Was the mayor in trouble? And if so, why hadn't she asked someone else to handle it. Why ask Emma of all people?
But a bigger part of Emma knew what this was about. She knew what Regina sounded like when she was in the throes of lust and this had definitely been one of those cases.
The ringing of her phone interrupted her musings and she answered it. "Are you here yet?" Regina demanded through the phone and Emma could just imagine her tapping her pointer finger impatiently on her crossed arms, brow arched.
"Yes, I am," Emma affirmed, getting out of her car.
"Then get on with it. I don't have all day," Regina sounded a bit more controlled this time and she hung up before Emma could ask how she would go inside. She couldn't very much just stride into the mayor's office without an appointment.
Still, she steeled herself and went up, trying to act confident and like she totally belonged here. If she acted like it, than maybe nobody would say anything. She was painfully aware of how her trusty red leather jacket stood out, but she hadn't exactly planned to go to the town office today.
She knew the mayor's office was on the top floor so she pressed the button for the elevator and rode up, wiping her sweaty hands on her jeans. She wished she was in her leathers right now. They always made her feel calm and in control no matter what.
The elevator dinged open and she strode out, seeing the secretary there rifling through papers. "Name and appointment time?" she asked without even looking up.
"Uh..." what did Emma say here? "I don't have one."
"Then I can't let you in," was the brisk no nonsense reply.
Emma scratched her head, brainstorming. "Look, I'll call up the mayor and prove to you I'm supposed to be here."
The girl finally looked up and arched a brow at Emma, taking in her tank top, tight jeans and red jacket. She was unimpressed and Emma felt anger boil up at being judged by someone who barely looked out of their teens. "I'm fairly certain the mayor wouldn't have business with you."
"And I'm fairly certain she does," Emma couldn't help from snapping out. She hated when others judged her for her appearance and lifestyle. Why couldn't they mind their own business and stop looking down on her?
Just as she opened her mouth to respond, no doubt nastily, her desk phone rang and she picked it up. Her features drew together as she listened to what the other end said. "Yes, I understand," the secretary nodded her head and then solemnly put the phone down and began to pack up her things. "Ms. Mills has informed me you are to be let through and I am to go on an early break so that I may think about being the consequences of being rude to her very important friends." She offered a tight smile here. "I apologize for my rude behavior," she said, the words thick in her throat and hard to come up. Then, pulling on her coat, she left with a click of heels. Emma watched until she was certain the girl had left in the elevator before pushing open the heavy mahogany doors.
Regina was seated behind her neat desk but just barely. As soon as Emma entered she stopped writing down whatever it was and jumped to her feet. "You took your time getting here," she said, striding over to Emma.
"What's the emergency?" Emma asked, not deigning to snap back at that. Regina was furious for some reason, and she was breathing oddly, two dots of color on her cheeks.
"This, is the emergency," Regina exclaimed in a heated hiss, pulling down the turtleneck she was wearing and revealing that she was in fact wearing the collar Emma had bought specifically for her.
Emma had to admire it for a second- the way the leather was tight around the cord of Regina's neck, making it harder for her to swallow, making it harder for her to breathe. It looked perfect there.
"It looks amazing on you. I don't see how that's an issue," Emma responded with, unconsciously licking her lips.
"The issue is, I can't get it off!" Regina whispered, grabbing Emma by the forearm and steering her to the couch in her nicely decorated office and sitting them both down. She was speaking in furtive tones, casting wary gazes to the door like any second the police would bust in and expose her kink.
Emma chuckled at this, enjoying seeing Regina flustered. "Someone couldn't wait to try it on. Got lonely? Missed me?"
"This isn't the time. I need this off and now!"
"But you can hide it just fine behind your turtleneck. Just hold on and when the day is over you can drop by my place and I'll give you the key to opening it up," Emma said casually. "You didn't have to wake me up for this."
Regina tensed her jaw, eyes furious and boring into Emma like she could wordlessly convey the real reason behind wanting to get this collar off. Emma got the meaning fairly quickly but she wasn't going to indulge. She wanted Regina to say it herself. "If that's all, I'll be on my way," she said casually, getting up to leave.
Regina's rough hand on her arm stopped her. "Miss Swan," she growled out, face dark.
"What?" Emma cocked a brow.
"Don't be coy," she warned.
"I'm not the one being coy. You are. Tell me why you want the collar off."
Regina and her stared off for a while until finally, Regina squirmed, pressing her thighs together in discomfort. "I...I'm getting turned on by it," she admitted in a low voice, looking down at the floor.
Emma chuckled at this. "Now, that is quite a predicament to be left in," Emma said. "But it's not my fault. No one told you to put the collar on. No one told you to get turned on by it. You're a filthy girl aren't you?" The blonde dominatrix couldn't help the way she naturally wanted to deride Regina. It was nice dropping the woman a couple of pegs down and it wasn't like the mayor didn't enjoy it. She did.
"Swan," Regina let her nails dig into the skin of Emma's jacket when the blonde moved to leave again. "You cannot seriously think of leaving me like this."
Emma's eyebrows rose up. Was the mayor suggesting what she thought she was suggesting? "Excuse me?"
"You're my...mistress," she dropped her voice to a barely there whisper at this, looking left and right as if there were spy cameras in place. "And you're supposed to take care of your sub."
"Regina," here Emma sat back down on the couch, bringing forth her genuine self. "You know how dangerous that would be. Especially in your work spot-"
"I don't care. I really don't care right now," Regina said simply. "You can either bring me back the key, or you can fuck me right now and here."
That sent a tremor of excitement through Emma. Oh, how she wanted that. Regina's desk was perfect for fucking and Emma could already imagine herself knuckle deep in the mayor, as the brunette was bent over. "Regina, you don't even seem comfortable about talking about your kink in your office, I don't think you're actually fine with us doing anything more."
"That's different," she said and Emma could not fathom how. But the mayor's eyes had lidded and she was looking on at Emma with unbridled lust and it was getting harder and harder to say no. "I don't want to hear us talking about it, I want to hear us doing it," Regina stressed, reaching out a hand and cupping Emma's chin and steering it closer to her plump lips.
The kiss was hot, tongues twining together in a medley of desire that had Regina curling her arms behind Emma's head and pressing into her like she wanted to melt and become one. Emma had to use all her core muscles to keep them upright on the couch, and she had to use all of her will to pull free to breathlessly make sure what they were doing wasn't something Regina would regret.
"While I normally don't mind fucking anywhere, our situation is a bit different. We have an NDA clause and I know when people get turned on it's sort of hard to think but I need to make sure you aren't going to regret this later," Emma said as Regina ducked her head down and laved at the pulse point on Emma's neck.
"Please shut up and do your job," Regina ordered and that flipped a switch in Emma. She pushed Regina back, eyes flashing. "You do not order me around, do you get that? If I decide to fuck you it's because I want to and not because you want it or even deserve it. Am I clear?"
Regina nodded her head as a delighted shiver rolled down her back. "Yes, mistress. But I can't help myself. Not when I can only think of you fucking me across my desk."
Emma sucked in a sharp breath, a motion that did not go unnoticed by Regina and which only pleased her. "What else have you been thinking of, pet? What dirty ideas ran through your mind once you put this collar on?"
"Thoughts of you making me walk on my knees on a leash. Of you treating me like your property, like trash, as you knocked over my office belongings and then threw me on the desk and had your way with me," Regina admitted breathlessly, trying to get closer to Emma but the blonde's arms still held her at bay.
"And have you been turned on all morning?" Emma whispered, not sure why she was whispering now. Maybe it was because she didn't normally hear Regina voice her wants openly and she wanted to hear every last bit.
"Yes," Regina groaned and shifted her thighs. "When you gave me that collar I tried to hold out and not wear it right away. I kept it hidden in the bottom of my drawer out of sight. But it kept calling to me and I needed to wear it. So I did last night when I was thinking of you, touching myself to you, and I fell asleep. And when I woke I couldn't take it off. And it aroused and frustrated me. I came to work, thinking maybe I could get through the day before asking you for the key-I was scared to ask at first, thinking you would punish me for putting it on without your permission. But I couldn't keep working while being this aroused and I needed...I needed to see you again," she admitted, shame on her face. Shame that Emma ate up like it was ice cream.
At this, Emma got up, heading for the door and Regina didn't stop her this time. She just sat, head bowed down. But Emma wasn't leaving. She was securing the lock, making sure it was snapped locked. Then, she pushed out her chest and turned to Regina, her stern cold mask in place. She took slow, strong steps to Regina, towering over the smaller woman on the couch.
"I won't punish you for putting on the collar," Emma decided, "but I will punish you for touching yourself without my permission," she jerked Regina's chin up harshly. "Your pussy belongs to me. Your orgasms belong to me. No one gets to touch it, not even you. Because all of you, is all mine," Emma hissed, watching as Regina shivered at the possessive words and their magnitude. "And you would do well to learn that."
"I only belong to you, mistress," Regina said reverently.
"Others may touch you, or think you theirs, but you know the truth- that you are mine and mine alone," Emma affirmed.
"I only belong to you, mistress," Regina repeated, wetting her lips.
The hand on her chin turned to a hand in her hair, yanking her up to her feet cruelly. "Then fucking act like it," Emma hissed out and tugged her, the woman stumbling in her heels to catch up, towards her desk where she was roughly pushed her down, ass sitting up in the air.
"You think you own your own body? You think you can do with it as you please?" Emma leaned down and hissed into Regina's ear, rubbing her head meanly into the hard wooden surface. Paperwork had scattered everywhere and Emma did an additional sweep that knocked over cups and pen holders and other office supplies. "If I tell you to talk, only then will you talk. If I tell you undress, then you will undress. If I tell you to do something, anything, only then can you do it. You cannot drink, eat, wash, even piss unless I tell you to, do you understand?"
"Yes," Regina gasped out, wriggling happily under the heavy weight of Emma's body.
"And that especially goes for your cunt." Here Emma slapped it viciously through the pants material and Regina's hips jerked up of their own accord. "I can do whatever I want with it. Fuck it, neglect it, worship it. And you don't get a damned say in the matter." Two more swift slaps were delivered that had Regina clawing at the wood of her desk with her manicured nails.
"No, I don't," she affirmed, breath ghosting across the top and fogging it.
"That's what I thought. Now take off your pants so I can fuck you like the slut you are."
Regina only too happily obliged, reaching back clumsily due to Emma relentlessly holding her down and shimmed them down with some difficulty.
Oh how Emma wished she could do more with the mayor. Walking her around, tugging her by a long leash, would be perfection, but instead she would have to work with what she had and quickly. She didn't want to extend this play session for too long. The stakes were too high for that.
Emma knew what they were doing was dangerous. But while Regina liked to pretend to be Emma's slave, it was in fact Emma who was the slave, jumping to please Regina whenever the occasion called and being all too happy to do so.
Regina's underwear was soaked, the red lace clinging to her lips obscenely enough to make Emma groan. What she wouldn't give to taste her. Maybe another time. Instead she slowly drew a finger down the whole length, feeling the woman twitching under her. She held back a muffled groan.
"Hands above your head," Emma instructed and Regina did as asked, holding them out. "If I see them descend then I'll spank you and with your office job behind a desk, trust me, you wouldn't want me to or else you won't be sitting for a week."
One hand still holding Regina down, she used the other to push her underwear aside, fingers tip toeing up and down her cunt like light raindrops. Too delicate and maddeningly persistent in number but not enough to actually behold the force of a torrential downpour.
"Mistress," Regina huffed out petulantly.
"What did I tell you? This cunt is mine and I will fuck it how I please," she growled, bending down to nip painfully at Regina's neck. The collar got in the way but the skin around it was extra sensitive due to strained capillaries and drew a pleased gasp from Regina.
"Of course mistress. So sorry, mistress."
"You don't sound very sorry to me," Emma continued to thrum her fingers. "And you don't feel it either. Do you get this wet disrespecting me?"
"No, mistress-"
She was cut off by a sharp slap to her ass cheek. It made her inhale sharply with the unexpected force behind it.
"Don't lie to me."
"I'm not lying. I only wish to please you."
Another slap, this time to the other ass cheek.
"Still lying."
"I'm not!"
Two slaps this time, spread out evenly. "Do not take that tone with me."
Regina swallowed down her frustrations at this and took a moment to parse her words. "Mistress, I am wet because I get turned on by your vulgar words and the way you touch me and deride me. Not from me deriding you," Regina explained.
"I hope that is the case, or else I may just have to find a new pet. A pet that is better at behaving than you are."
Regina completely stilled at this.
That was odd.
"Regina?" Emma asked softly.
"Do you mean that?" came out her wobbly answer. "You'll replace me that easily?"
Whoa, Emma had not been expecting that response. It was something she had just casually thrown out without a care for the repercussions of it.
At once she pulled Regina up and spun her into her arms. The woman sagged into them, burying her face into the crook of Emma's neck. A sniffle followed. "I didn't mean that," Emma reassured. "I was only saying it to be mean. I wouldn't give you up for the world. You are the best damn pet I've ever had," she said, meaning every word she said as she stroked the mayor's soft hair.
The mayor didn't say anything, just held Emma to her for a while and Emma held her back, not sure what else to do.
"I don't want to lose you mistress," Regina said and Emma couldn't tell how much of this was an act and how much it was strangely something more. But why would the mayor actively be worried about Emma leaving her? There were so many other dominatrix's to choose from. The mayor could have any one she wanted.
"What can I do to prove that I'm your loyal pet? That I live to serve you?" Regina pulled away, cupping Emma's cheeks in her hands.
"You don't have to prove anything," Emma assured, feeling bad for having made the mayor feel insecure. But without outright admitting her feelings, there was no way her words would truly reassure the brunette.
"But I want to," Regina stressed.
"Perhaps another time, pet," Emma declined. "We don't have a lot of time. I'm guessing your secretary only has a half hour for lunch and we've already spent ten minutes of it not having you cum. I want to amend that."
Emma was jittery about getting caught. There was no way for her fear to be eradicated even with arousal pounding through her veins. Regina probably felt safe with her, which meant Emma was doing a great job as a dom if the woman felt safe like this, if the woman trusted her explicitly without saying it. Despite that, the risk was heavy and it was time to finish this.
Without warning, Emma grabbed the front of the mayor's shirt and pushed her onto the desk, before tugging it off and throwing it elsewhere. This left the mayor's heaving but bra clad chest on display. Emma couldn't have that. The bra went off too and Emma lowered her head to give the needed attention to Regina's stiff nips, looking so hard that they must be painful. She sucked one and then the other, covering them in saliva. The mayor moaned and writhed on the wood, arching her chest up harder into Emma's mouth. Emma slapped her other tit in reprimand but this only spurred Regina on more.
Not wasting anymore time, Emma spread Regina's legs as far open as they would go before positioning herself between them, throwing one leg over hers, and pressing her crotch to Regina's wet heat. She rocked hard from the start, pressing so hard into Regina that the edge of the desk bit into the mayor's lower back painfully, but not enough to draw her attentions away from the pleasure growing between her legs.
The friction of the jeans was just enough to push her over the edge and she came with a howl that Emma tried to silence by slapping a hand over her mouth to contain. But it was too late and Emma whipped her head to the door as if worried someone would be pounding on it, asking about the noise.
Regina's hips twitched as she finished coming, having drenched the front of Emma's jeans. Her head fell back with a relieved thump and her glazed over eyes stared up at the ceiling.
"I'm going to have to go now," Emma informed, regretting not taking off her pants. It looked like she'd pissed herself. "But drop by my place later for the key." Without another word she strode off, grabbing some papers to strategically place in front of her crotch as she made a hasty exit. She saw the secretary returning back from lunch on her way out and hoped Regina had enough time to compose herself.
There was no doubt as to who was knocking on Emma's door at exactly six on the dot. She opened it up to find the mayor bundled up in scarves and wearing oversized glasses to hide her identity.
"Oh, so you do know how not to break into people's apartments," she said dryly as greeting and Regina brushed past her to inside.
"I wouldn't break in if I didn't have reason to in those previous times." She began to undress from her outerwear, pulling down the turtleneck so as to bare her collar to Emma. "Key. Now."
"Someone's demanding."
"You would be too if it kept you riled up."
"Ah, but it looks so pretty there. And it makes me happy to see my claim on you," Emma said, not quite sure what possessed her to come over and drop a kiss at the back of Regina's neck while she had her back to her. There was a sharp inhale from the mayor. "Did my help from before not sustain you?"
There was a shake of the head.
"Really?" Emma arched a brow in surprise, shocked that this had been the case.
"It wasn't enough. It's never enough," Regina said in a shaken and broken whisper, the admission baring her soul.
In that moment Emma wanted to do a thousand different things to her, but through sheer will she held herself back, only kissing the back of her neck again. "There are so many delicious things I could do to you. Things beyond your wildest dreams. So many ways I could ruin you," Emma said in a low voice right into Regina's ear as she soothed hands up and down the mayor's trembling arms. Her head had fallen back onto Emma's shoulder and she was breathing heavily. "And then you would have no choice but to be mine forever because no one would want you after they found out how sick and twisted you are. How depraved. How much of a slut."
Regina's ass ground into Emma's crotch as a soft moan left her mouth. "I'm only a slut for you."
"Is that so?" Emma said, gripping Regina's hips to still them.
"Yes. Only you," she swore. She turned without warning, arms slipping around Emma's waist. "Let me prove it to you. Let me prove from earlier today I can be the best pet for you." It seemed Regina wanted to continue with that specific vein of play even though it had made her sort of upset last time. Interesting. Maybe she liked it so much because it made her feel even more humiliated?
Either way, that was an enticing offer. And so many ways it could be fulfilled.
"Then if you want to prove how good of a pet you are, get on your knees."
Regina got down without question at that demanding tone. Emma went upstairs, knowing exactly what she was going to use on Regina. The leash was long and made of chained links. It would be perfect with this collar. Downstairs Regina was still waiting for her on her knees and that made her happy. The leash went in place with a soft clink.
"Now, I want you to beg," Emma said, face hard. "Beg for my favor."
Regina immediately clung onto Emma's leg, wrapping her whole body around it.
"Please mistress, don't leave me. Let me be your pet. I'll do anything you tell me to. I'll eat only the foods you feed me, drink the drinks you give me. I won't even touch myself unless you dictate it-"
"All things which are expected of you already," Emma cut in, unimpressed, and that spurned Regina on even more, brown eyes pleading.
"Then I'll give you all of me. You can fuck me whenever you want-"
"I already own that pretty little cunt of yours," Emma reminded, savagely tugging on the chain and making the collar choke Regina slightly. "You're going to have to try harder than that."
This brought panic to Regina's face when she realized she didn't have anything else to offer. "Mistress...I don't...I don't know what else-"
"I already own all of you. There is nothing you can offer to keep me around," she sneered darkly, tugging even harder on the chain, and cutting Regina's air flow off.
This was something new and Emma had to make sure they were okay. "What color?"
"Green," Regina wheezed out, eyes rolling into the back of her head from pleasure and hands clawing at Emma's leg but not even attempting to pull the collar off to bring more air in.
"Good," Emma said softly before her demeanor hardened once more. "You're so worthless that I could even replace you right now. Break you until no one else wanted you, until you were valueless to anyone. And I wouldn't even feel bad about it."
Regina's face was getting red now and Emma relented her hold on the chain so she could gulp in some air.
"What do you think I should do?" she asked cruelly. "Should I use you one last time and break you and toss you away? Or should I keep you?"
"No, keep me, please," Regina begged, voice hoarse and a horrified whisper. Her hands clung harder into Emma's leg, so hard it stung but Emma didn't say anything. Instead, she tightened the leash, wrapping it around her hand and making Regina's neck fling all the way back as it strained against the hold. "I don't think I care for the way you are ordering me to do things."
All that came out were gasps from Regina's throat, as she tried to speak but couldn't. Counting to ten seconds in her head, Emma let go then and Regina collapsed onto her haunches, inhaling as much air as she could, speaking in a shaken tone. "I'm sorry, mistress."
"I think you should get on your hands and knees. Keep your back straight," Emma ordered as Regina got into position. "Back straight," she corrected and once Regina complied, Emma sat down on it. She felt Regina waver under her weight.
"Hold me up, pet, and don't let me down. If you do, I'll punish you harshly."
"Yes, mistress," Regina said.
But it wouldn't be that easy. With one hand, Emma slowly reached around and undid the buttons on the mayor's pants. She tugged them down and she could feel Regina burning up with questions but she stayed silent. Emma rubbed a hand over her ass, down to the apex of her thighs, where predictably, she was wet. "Dripping wet again. What am I to do with you?" Pretending to think, she traced a pattern over the wet patch before arriving to a conclusion. "I think I'll fuck you. But you better not drop me." She slid her fingers in and was greeted by warmth.
Regina groaned at the touch, her body shaking already. There was no way she would be able to keep the both of them up but it would be interesting to see her try. Emma's fingers moved fast, not giving Regina mercy. The poor woman was shaking and panting underneath Emma, looking for all the world like Atlas with his burden.
"Oh god," she groaned out when she had to lower her head so it could touch the floor.
"Up, pet," Emma swatted her cunt twice and Regina jerked up, only to falter once more as soon as Emma's fingers reentered her.
It wouldn't take long. Emma corkscrewed her fingers and it was over. Regina lowered her head to the floor, dropping her arms flat as she came, Emma getting up just before that. She watched Regina finish riding out her orgasm on the floor disapprovingly.
"I gave you a simple task and you couldn't even do that. Go upstairs, and strip. Leave the collar on."
Regina got to her feet and did as asked leaving Emma with her thoughts as she hurries to pick out a flogger for this occasion.
What is Emma even doing? This is all off the record. They never agreed to having a session and yet they've had not only one but two today.
This is bad. Emma's losing her touch. She's becoming too soft. To make up for it she's extra cruel in her punishments, flogging Regina hard enough to leave red welts. That only pleases the woman who shivers and pants and grunts into another orgasm. She collapses onto her stomach on Emma's bed and Emma stops then, breathing heavy and worried that she might have actually hurt Regina.
"Are you okay?" she kneels next to her, brushes her hair aside from her open mouth.
"Just fine," Regina murmurs, trying to regain her senses, eyes glazed over with her past orgasms.
"Stay here. I need to give you some cream to soothe the marks. I don't want them to hurt," Emma rises up and digs around in her bag while Regina waits. The cream goes on easily and Regina sighs in relief. They stay silent a while and the shared knowledge that what they did wasn't booked hangs between them. Emma isn't brave enough to bring it up.
"That was...unusual," the mayor comments as Emma continues rubbing healing ointment.
"What was?" Emma asks, not sure what is being referred to.
"We didn't schedule an appointment." Regina lifts her head and looks back at Emma who busies herself with Regina's sore ass.
Emma wets her lips, unsure as what to say. Technically, it was her fault for letting this happen. She should know better. "Consider this a thank you to the mayoral office for taking care of the town's less savory services when they were...uh, sick." There, maybe that would work.
At this Regina turned onto her back, sitting up and covering her breasts with her arm for modesty. Which wasn't necessary since Emma had seen it all. And it also robbed her of the chance to see Regina's magnificent breasts.
Her eyes were serious. "You didn't have to thank me in this manner for helping you when you were sick. I did it because I wanted to."
Emma's mouth felt dry for another reason rather than arousal. "I figured you could use it. Some nice stress relief. And besides, I am your dom. It would be bad practice if I didn't take care of you given the situation you were in. But don't think I'll start doing this all the time."
Regina looked touched by this which meant Emma's lies- which she realized were half lies to a certain extent- were working. Clearing her throat to stop whatever this was from progressing, Emma got a key out from the drawer and unclipped the collar from around Regina's neck, the woman holding up her sable locks out the way.
"Here's the collar. Don't wear it unless we're having a session."
"Why don't you just give me the key?"
"Because you have no self control," Emma said knowingly and was proved right when Regina flushed. "You'll put it on and jill off to thoughts of me each night if I give you it."
Regina couldn't deny that fact so she didn't. "I'm booking one session with you for next month. The first Saturday."
Emma gave a curt response, deciding it was best for Regina to leave now. "See you then."
Only two real sessions left.
As Emma enters the sliding doors of Poor Souls for another day of work, Ursula greets her.
"You got a busy schedule today, darling," he saddles up to her, holding out her paper. "Got two regulars and a new customer," he says as they walk to the changing room. He leaves her there to peruse the form. It's going to be a busy night. Three sessions back to back, an hour and a half each. She gets out her stuff from her locker and begins to ready herself.
"How's your night looking, Swan?" Tink asks when she comes into the room from one of her recently completed sessions. She's done for the night by the looks of it, wiping lipstick off as she goes.
"Full night. Even got some new customer I have not much information on," she frowns because that's odd. Ursula will usually have a file constructed but it seems there wasn't much to go on as this was a last minute booking through their receptionist and Emma is only allowed to do those if they pay a hefty enough price. Who ever they are they can afford the price tag.
"New customer? You lucky girl. You're going to snatch up everyone that comes in through our door at this rate," Tink teased as she swatted Emma on the behind playfully.
"You act like I ask for this. Sometimes I can't even catch a break in between," Emma said as she applied the finishing touches to her make up.
"If you don't want them, you can always send them to me," Mulan offered.
"You still a dominatrix?" Emma asked. "Given all that Zelena does to you, I'm surprised you're not a sub yet."
Mulan shot her a foul glare. "It doesn't mean I can't be versatile. Besides, you can't say no to that woman." Her eyes looked haunted and Emma let out a worried chuckle here. She'd have to grill Zelena on what exactly she and Mulan got up to. She didn't want the red head breaking Mulan anymore than she already had. The dominatrix was already wearing more green than usual. Not a good sign.
She got up, clicking her palette closed, and fluffing out her blonde curls left to meet her new customer. They were already in the room, and Emma entered it, cat like grin on her face that dropped as soon as she saw who it was. Her heart seemed to stop, and the world rocked to a halt as all the air left her lungs.
The brunette in the room, long glittering hair over her back, turned around, her beautiful face accented by the dramatic lighting in the playroom. "Well, didn't expect to see you still in the same profession after all these years."
"What are you doing here Lily?" Emma managed out of a throat too dry, feeling like she was underwater- too slow and a heavy weight on top of her that made it hard to move, to breathe.
"I think that's obvious. I'm here for you to dominate me," she said, sitting down in a chair and spreading her legs enticingly. "So do it."
A/N: This chapter happened purely because I wanted a smut scene in the office and was like 'I'll be damned if I don't make it happen somehow.' So here it is.
Also, watch the video to the song in this chapter. You'll thank me later ;)