A/N: So I feel the need to warn everyone, I've been reading a fair bit of Swan Queen BDSM lately (Punished, The Collar, Thank God It's BDSM Friday and Shadow Haven, just to name a few) and it may show through in the next chapters ;)

Also, I'm making a plan to update this fic every single Wednesday until it's done. It's my most neglected fic, since I somehow keep forgetting about it, and I'm trying to rectify that, so expect weekly updates (and seriously, HOLD ME TO IT!) don't let me slack on this story anymore!

Chapter Eleven

As it turned out, Regina seemed to have similar thoughts about making the night count.

After an overly long, and overly boring meeting - that Emma had really really wished she'd skipped and spent the afternoon watching soap operas back at Regina's hotel room instead - Regina had taken her out for a nice dinner, though neither of them could think of anything else but getting back to the hotel room.

And now, here they were.

The door was barely even shut before Regina had Emma up against the wall, kissing her sloppily and smearing her lipstick around Emma's lips.

After a few moments, Regina took a step back, and looked at Emma with an odd mix of lust and admiration in her eyes. "Strip," she said, as she stepped further into the room.

Emma wasted no time kicking off her shoes and unzipping the zipper that ran down the length of the side off the dress. She thought better of tossing the dress on the floor, as she would her own clothes, and placed it neatly on the chair instead, assuming it must be expensive. She glanced up at Regina, who still had her back to her, and had done nothing more than kick off her own heels, and was now standing, rubbing her neck.

"These meetings get me so worked up," Regina commented, still not turning to look at Emma, who was fervently sliding off her nylons and panties.

"Really? Because they seem boring as fuck to me. I almost fell asleep," Emma said.

Regina chuckled, and turned to her, taking a moment to take in the toned, naked, form before her. Emma's body never ceased to astound her, which was impressive in its own right, since Regina knew she bored easily and never liked the same thing twice.

"I meant that sitting there in the boy's club, watching male egos fight for dominance, it gets me worked up. I don't like to be submissive, you know."

"You don't say," Emma smirked.

Regina turned back around and stepped over to the floor length windows overlooking the busy street of the business district below. Emma gaped for a moment, unsure of exactly what was going on. This woman was unpredictable at the best of times, and standing naked in the middle of the hotel room, Emma wasn't in the mood for guessing games.

"So, um, are you gonna take your clothes off, or what?" Emma asked, earning her a small chuckle from Regina.

Regina glanced back over her shoulder, with a challenging look in her eye. "You want me naked? Undress me then."

Emma took a step forward, and stopped, looking past Regina at the building that faced the window she was standing in front of. "Uh, right there? In front of a giant window?" she asked.

"They're tinted from the outside, darling," Regina said, shaking her head. Emma hoped that was true as she took her place behind Regina and took a hold of the zipper on the back of her dress, pulling it down slowly.

"Look at those people down there," Regina sighed, as she continued to observe the people on the street below.

Emma glanced over Regina's shoulder at the masses of people making their way down the sidewalks below as she slid Regina's dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor.

"They're just going about their days, running from one place to the next, eating fast food in their cars while their spouses and children wait at home for them. They must hate their lives, Emma. They're just drones, and they're completely oblivious to the utter debauchery that goes on behind the closed doors of people like us."

"People like us?" Emma repeated, as she leaned forward to pepper Regina's neck and shoulders with kisses.

"People who are not bound by the social etiquettes and mores surrounding casual sex," Regina explained. Emma felt a surge of arousal shoot straight to her core at the word as she continued her tail of kisses over Regina's shoulder blades. She placed her hands on Regina's shoulders, without thinking, and within a moment, Regina grabbed both of Emma's hands in her own.

Regina let the kisses continue only a few more moments before she let go of Emma's hands and stepped away from her, turning to face her again. She was still in her black lace bra and panties, and Emma noticed for the first time that her black stockings were held up by garters. She swallowed hard as she stared at Regina.

"Is this what you call naked, dear?" Regina asked, raising an eyebrow. Emma stepped forward to continue to remove Regina's undergarments, but Regina stepped back again, throwing her a playful smirk. "Uh-uh, time's up, dear. Get on the bed."

Emma hesitated for a moment, earning her another smirk from Regina.

"On your back, middle of the bed, hurry up," Regina said. Emma was suddenly becoming well aware by what Regina meant by 'worked up'. She didn't like to be submissive, so she was going to show Emma her dominant side - well, her more dominant side, since Emma was pretty sure there wasn't a side of her that wasn't dominant.

But it had been seven months, and Emma had spent nearly twenty-four hours with Regina doing nothing more than cuddling and kissing, so she was pretty sure she'd be game for whatever Regina had in mind at the moment.

And she was pretty sure Regina knew that, too.

Within seconds, Emma was on the bed, on her back, staring up at the ceiling. She could hear Regina rifling through a suitcase, looking for something, and she badly wanted to peek and see what it was, but at the same time, she wanted to keep it a surprise, so she kept her eyes trained on the ceiling.

Minutes later, Emma felt the dip in the bed, and in an instant, Regina was straddling her hips. She was still in her black bra and panties, and somehow, Emma found it incredibly hot to have Regina partially dressed on top of her, while she was completely naked. Regina dropped something beside her on the bed, and then leaned down, placing her hands beside Emma's head, so she was on all fours, staring down into green eyes dark with lust.

"Do you trust me, Emma?"

The question throw Emma off, as she wasn't expecting it. "I, uh, I barely know you."

"That's not what I asked."

"Yeah, I think I trust you," Emma stammered. "I trust you."

"Good girl," Regina grinned. The words sent a chill down Emma's spine, and another surge of arousal to her core.

"God, Regina… fuck me," Emma whispered.

"I want to talk, first."

"You want to talk?" Emma asked, her voice almost pained.

"Yes, dear," Regina said, rolling onto her side so she was facing Emma, and looping one bent leg around Emma's. She propped her head up in her left hand, while she traced the features of Emma's face with the fingers of her right hand.

"What you do want to talk about?"

"Let's start with a history lesson, shall we?" Regina asked, her voice playfully teasing. "When I first met you, you were a naive little girl, and I opened a whole new world for you, didn't I?"

Emma bit her lip and nodded. She wasn't sure exactly where Regina was going with this, but she wanted her to hurry the hell up and get there.

"And you changed after that."

"I didn't change," Emma said, defensively.

"You did. It's not a bad thing, Emma. You became more like me," Regina continued. "Maybe that's why I still find you so intriguing."

Emma snorted. "You like to fuck me because I remind you of yourself? How narcissistic."

Regina just shrugged. "I opened a new world for you," she repeated. "But there's still so much more I can introduce you to, if you're willing."

Emma blinked at her for a moment. "Like… what?"

"Have you ever tried bondage?"

Emma gasped, eliciting another chuckle from Regina. "You want to tie me up?"

"Just a little," Regina shrugged. "Just your hands, because you can't seem to keep them off of me today anyway. You know I don't like to be touched."

"What if I don't like to be tied up?"

"Do you not like it?"

Emma shrugged. "Wouldn't know. Never tried it," she admitted.

Regina reached over Emma and retrieved a black silk scarf from the bed where she'd dropped it. "Well, my dear, there's a first time for everything."

"What do I do?" Emma asked, suddenly feeling as unsure as she had that very first night when Regina had brought her to her hotel room after meeting her in the bar.

"Just relax, and put your hands above your head, I'll do the rest." Emma did as she was told, and Regina climbed over her again, straddling her hips and making quick work of tying both her wrists to the headboard with the soft scarf.

"How does that feel?" she asked when she was done.

Emma tugged at her bonds lightly. "Alright," she said. "Doesn't hurt."

"Good, it's not supposed to hurt."

"So, um, do I need like a safe word or something?" Emma asked. She didn't know much about bondage other than what she'd read in some x-rated books, but that seemed like standard practice.

Regina just laughed. "No, dear. I'm not planning on chaining you up and whipping you. If you don't like it or you want to stop, just tell me and I'll stop."

"You swear you don't have chains and whips with you?" Emma asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well not with me," Regina smirked, and then laughed at Emma's shocked expression. "I'm kidding! I'm not a dominatrix, I just like to have a little fun. Now, just one more thing." Regina reached behind her and picked up another black silk scarf. "Blindfold?"

"Are you asking me?"

"I'm asking if you're okay with it," Regina clarified.

"Yeah, uh… yeah, do it," Emma grinned, becoming more excited at the prospect of being at Regina's mercy, without her sight or the use of her hands.

Regina smiled, and leaned forward again to fasten the scarf around Emma's head. "Remember, if you want to stop, tell me, okay?"

"Yeah, got it," Emma said, inhaling deeply as the room became a giant black void. She could still feel Regina's weight on her hips, and she felt her lean down further, so her lips were next to Emma's ear.

"Wanna hear a secret?" Regina whispered.

Emma swallowed thickly. "Uh, sure."

"I did tell you next week."

"What?" Emma asked, confused.

"I told you I would be here next week, not this week."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to see if you would drop everything and come running the moment I called you. I had a suspicion, and it turned out, I was right," Regina chuckled, clearly quite proud of her deception. "Then I gave you an impossible time limit to get here to ensure you'd find me in a compromising situation. I wanted to see what you would do."

"It was a game?"

"Well, don't sound so offended, dear, since it would appear that you won. Or, you're about to, anyway."

With that, Regina shifted, and slid a hand down Emma's toned stomach, until she reached her hot core. "God, you're so wet," Regina murmured, as her fingers got to work, rubbing circles over Emma's swollen clit.

Emma sucked in a breath when she realized just how turned on a little bondage had gotten her. She gripped hard onto the scarf binding her wrists and Regina sped up her movements. Without her sight, she could do nothing but get lost in the sensation, combined with Regina's scent, and the taste of her mouth when her lips crashed down on Emma's, and the sound of her breathing as her breaths became shallow.

And that was all it took to send Emma over the edge. She gasped and cried out as she came, and heard an approving chuckled from deep in Regina's throat.

"Looks like you like bondage, after all," Regina commented, as she pushed the blindfold back from Emma's eyes. "Who knew?"

"I think you knew," Emma breathed, a small smile creeping over her lips. Regina had known she'd drop everything and run to her, and she'd known that she'd stop at nothing to make sure she was the one to leave the bar with her that night… was it such a stretch that Regina could guess what she'd be into before she, herself, even knew?

Maybe Regina was right. Maybe she was becoming like her.

And maybe she was okay with that.

"Now, my dear, we have a dilemma," Regina said, her face growing serious.

"What dilemma?"

"Well, now it's my turn, and I just don't know how you plan on getting me off in your current position," Regina mused. "Any ideas?"

To be continued… next week, Emma comes up with an idea, in her current position ;) The fun has just begun for our lovely ladies... Emma's got to make this night count, but lucky for her, the sun hasn't even set yet ;)

From now on, now that I have a schedule established, I'm going to start making the chapters for this story longer…. Longer chapters AND weekly updates… look how spoiled you are!