As the queen stalked the woman, she shoved her to the bed with one hand, grinning a seductive smirk. Emma couldn't help but grin back at the "Evil" queen. Emma was convinced that she wasn't evil, just misunderstood. Once on her back, she was bound once more, but only her hands. The queen chuckled as she watched the emerald beauty watch her with hunger. The brunette walked over to the chester drawer and grabbed the strap-on. Emma's eyes lit up as she watched the queen put it on and grabbed a cat-o-nines tale from her wooden closet. When the queen noticed both excitement and fear in her eyes, she cooed, "No need to fear, dear. I promise it won't hurt…too much." she smirked. "And whatever pain you do feel, will soon be filled with pleasure." Emma visibly relaxed. She had never been struck before…well…not really anyway. If she acted out her mother would make her clean house all week or do farm work all day without her help. The leather touched her thigh as she let is glide up and down. Emma let out a gasp, getting use to the new sensation. She suddenly felt a bite on her thigh, making her yelp. It wasn't that bad. It certainly wasn't pleasurable, but it wasn't unbearable either. "See? It's not so bad." Emma just nodded. The brunette gave her a few more smacks on her other thigh, breast and stomach, which didn't feel good. Once her body was a nice flushed color, queen then lifted her legs up and tied them together, exposing the back of her drenched core and her ass. The queen stared at the woman's center in all it's glory. The anticipation was killing Emma. She wanted her to do something. She didn't care if she spanked her until she couldn't walk, she just needed her to DO something! Her breathing became labored. "What's the matter, dear?" Emma couldn't speak. She wanted to, but all she could focus on was the anticipation, watching the older woman intently. The queen gave her a dark smirk then spanked her ass, right on the perianal raphe, the blonde's breath hitched. That was a good pain. Regina smirked at herself, noting that she liked it. She did it again, only this time smacking her ass. Emma let out a cry, but a good cry. The queen continued this several times before she noticed the blonde quivering with urgency.

"Reg-Your Majesty?!" Emma cried.

"Yes, dear?"

"P-please…fuck me? I can't take it!"

"How bad do you want me my pet?"

"Badly!"

"Hmm, that's not a good enough answer." she spanked her again.

"I will come if you don't! And I don't want to without your permission! You make me so weak!"

"You'll come will you?"

"Yes!"

"I'd like to see that. You coming for me without penetration." the brunette spanked her once more, then ran a finger through her slick folds. "Oh, my." she gasped. "You really are drenched for your queen!"

"Y-yes! P-please!" Emma's pleas were pitiful by this point.

"You may come." Regina spanked her until Emma came undone. Hissing and groaning. The brunette watched closely as her lover came for her. She didn't even have to do anything. Which only pleasured the queen more. Just as Emma was about to climb down from her orgasm, the queen shoved the toy inside of her without warning. Emma screamed in pleasure. It was just what she needed. The toy went in with ease and Regina slowly began pumping then proceeded faster. She untied her lover's ankles and wrapped them around her waist, continuing fucking her. Hard. Sucking on her nipples and neck, claiming her. Leaving deep purple marks all over. She looked deep into the blondes eyes as she fucked her. I need to kiss her. I need her lips again. The queen thought. Regina leaned forward and kissed the blonde passionately and roughly. There was so much emotion behind the kiss. It brought sparks into the air. Literally. What the hell?

"May I?!" Emma moaned, gripping her legs around the queens waist tighter, craving more of her.

"Yes!" the queen hissed, kissing her once more, nipping her bottom lip.

"OH YES! REG-INA! I MEAN! UGH! MY QUEEN!" The blonde screamed as she pulled at her bounds. She wanted to wrap her arms around the woman and scratch up her back, marking her as hers. As soon as the queen heard her name fall from the blondes lips, she pumped harder. She was slightly angry, no one had ever called her by her first name, other than…NO! She grabbed a fistful of Emma's hair and continued pumping inside of her, then biting her neck. The queen had to admit, the way her lover said her name sent chills down her spine. It sounded…good. Maybe she would allow this, but only in the bedroom. She had only met this woman this afternoon and already she was doing things to her. This cannot do. Not after tonight. This has to end. I am the Evil Queen. No one can affect me this way. Ever. She thought as she slowly eased out of the blonde. She untied the bounds, quickly grabbing the woman and held her tightly. No one had affected her this way since Daniel. Emma was taken by surprise. "May I…touch you? The blonde's voice small.

"Only for tonight." the queen responded flatly.

Emma touched the queen's face, taking in her features, trying to figure her out. She ran her hands through her hair and up and down her body. The blonde felt so good…she loved the way she touched her. She touched her with such…yearning. The queen could get used to this. NO DAMN IT! NO! Her eyes began to swell, thinking of everything she had been through…how she was before she was the Evil Queen. No one can love me. I'm not loveable. And as if the blonde could read her very thoughts, she whispered. "I don't think you're Evil your Majesty. You're just simply…misunderstood. Certainly not unlovable. If you were, you wouldn't be letting me do this or invite me to stay with you." The brunette stared at the younger woman. Did she really just say that?

"Please…don't say things like that. You know what I've done."

"Actually…I don't. I've heard rumors but I don't believe rumors. My mother always told me to never judge another person based what you've heard from other people, always get to know them."

"Well you should. I am Evil, Emma. Very evil."

"I don't believe you. You wouldn't have let me stay. You wouldn't have fed me. You wouldn't let me touch you the way I'm touching you or kiss me the way that you do. Which, by the way, what were with the sparks when we kissed."

"I've killed people Emma. Innocent people. People who didn't deserve death." Completely ignoring her last question. She knew what it was, but it couldn't be. It couldn't be true loves spark. Her true love had died.

"You can change…it's never too late."

"No, dear. I believe it is too late…For me anyway."

Emma grabbed the woman's face lightly to where they were looking to each others eyes. "It's never too late to change, Your Highness. I see the good in you. I am a pretty excellent judge of character and you…you are good. It's just hidden deep down inside. I see Regina, not the Evil Queen." The words that fell out of the blondes mouth pulled at her heart strings, making them tighten in the best way. No one had ever said that to her before. Even her closest friends, which were few. Even Maleficent. No one. The queen held onto the blonde tightly. She closed her eyes tightly, forcing her tears back. She wouldn't cry. A queen doesn't cry. Emma just held her and rubbed her back until she fell asleep.

After that night, they never shared an intimate moment like that ever again. The first three months that passed, it was as if that night had never happened. Regina never let Emma touch her, even though she wanted it, she craved it actually. She knew if Emma did, it would spark something inside of her that she was afraid of…love. She knew she could fall madly in love with this woman, harder than she had ever fell for someone in her life, even more than Daniel. They never kissed or bathed together and if Emma called her Regina, it ended in punishment. Emma began to hate her life. Sure, she was ravished with luxury and ravished with nice clothing and gifts, but she couldn't take it anymore. It wasn't until the next three months had passed that Emma snapped. She went from feeling like someone who could change the Evil Queen that one night, to feeling like a servant. Like she was nothing. It was doing something to her mentally. When Regina was out of the castle, she snuck out and went back to her cottage in the Woodlands.

The queen thought it was time to visit her old friend Maleficent. She wasn't interested in her sexcapades now that she had Emma, which she felt miserable about. The queen knew she was treating her like a whore…treating her as low as she could. But, she needed to make her point across that she wasn't lovable. That she couldn't be loved or saved. She needed advice because even though she never let Emma touch or kiss her…it was driving her insane. So crazy she had started sleeping in another room just to cry because she craved her touch and was trying to desperately hard not to fall in love with this woman.

"Darling! It's so nice to see you!" Maleficent greeted. She kissed the queens cheeks and offered her a seat as she entered the dark castle. "It's been way too long, dear. How are you?"

"Not well Maleficent…not well at all."

"Need me to cheer you up?" the older woman placed her hand on the Evil Queens thigh, but Regina just moved her leg. It felt like acid…she wanted Emma's touch. "Oh, my. Something is wrong. Tell me about what's going on, dear."

"I…I think I'm in love…but I don't want to be…I can't…no one can love me." Regina couldn't take it anymore, she let out her feelings to her dearest and oldest friend. She wailed hard into her hands, not holding anything back. "Oh Maleficent! I've fallen in love with one of my lovers! I'm sure she hates me!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Who, dear? And it's a woman?! You must tell me all about her and what has happened. Is she the reason I haven't seen you in so long?" Maleficent placed a consoling arm around Regina, trying to calm her down.

Regina nodded as began telling her friend everything. From the beginning to the last six months. The older blonde woman just listened, sipping her wine occasionally. Listening to her friend weep over someone she loved. She hadn't seen her this bent out of shape since Daniel, however, something inside of her told her this was different…deeper. The queen explained their first night, and how perfect it was to how she beat the woman every time she called her by her first name after that and how she charaded her around like some puppet at gatherings. How she never let Emma touch her, even though she wanted it more than anything. The queen explained how she could fall madly in love with this woman, but was sure Emma had hated her. They couldn't bare to look in each others eyes anymore because, there was too many emotions.

Once she finished her long confession, Maleficent hugged her tightly. "Darling…go after her. Apologize. I know, I know. A queen never apologizes, but honey, if you love her the way you say you do and you don't want to lose her, then show her."

"What if she hates me?"

"Then make her fall in love with you."

"Maleficent, you can't force anyone to love you."

"Sweetheart, from everything you've told me, I know she does. Or I'm sure she does. She sees the good in you. I'm sure she still does. Go. Be happy Regina." She hugged her friend and walked her to the door, Regina wiping the tears from her eyes. "If something happens, you know where to find me. I'm always here for you. As a friend or as a lover. I'm here for you."

"Thank you." Regina retorted and turned on her heel. "For everything."

"No problem, dear. And let's not go this long without seeing each other again."

"Agreed. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a woman to go to."

"Good luck Regina."

Regina beamed, nodding her head at her smiling friend. Whisking herself back to her castle, there were guards everywhere. There was something strange going on, something wasn't right. She dashed up to her most noble guards and asked, "What the hell is going on here? What's with all the commotion?!"

"My queen! She's gone!" he exclaimed. "Your companion, she's gone! Lucy was going up to feed her lunch, but she was gone."

The brunettes face fell. This is it. She did it. She made the only person she could truly love runaway from her. She really was a monster. "FIND HER!" the queen screamed at the guard.

"Yes your Majesty!" he saluted then scattered out the castle.

The queen stormed off to her dungeon, which she rarely went to anymore. She stormed in front of her infamous mirror. "Mirror, mirror on the wall, show me where the one I love is most of all." The mirror showed Emma in her cottage, curled up on a simple bed crying. Of course she was at her cottage back in the Woodlands. She smiled to herself at her simplicity. She really didn't need much. At least she was safe, and that was the most important part. "Mirror, mirror on the wall, show me the past of Emma Swan." The mirror swirled around it's magic and showed Emma in a basket by the Swan Lake, the lake by her cottage. An older woman heard a baby cry as she was harvesting her vegetables. She looked at the basket quizzically until she saw the most beautiful baby girl. She was covered in a white and purple blanket that read 'Emma' sewed on it.

"Oh my goodness! What are you doing out here? Who would leave a baby in the middle of winter!" the older woman said as she picked up the crying baby. "Shh, my child. I have you. I'll take care of you Emma." as the older woman said that, a massive white swan flew by the woman. She smiled. "My little swan…Emma Swan."

As the flashbacks of Emma's life unfolded in the mirror, it showed her growing up happy with the older woman, eventually found her name was Eugenia. Emma and Eugenia were very close. Always cooking together, tending the animals and garden. They rode their horses together and played together. Then watched the most heartbreaking death she had ever witnessed. Eugenia lay in bed as Emma fed her soup in bed, she had gotten Hay fever. The older woman then grabbed Emma's hand, "I love you Emma…even though Ruby left me, I'm glad I have you. You are the best daughter I've ever had."

"I love you too mama." a young Emma cried.

"No…no tears my child. We shall meet again one day…" the older woman meant to say more, but she slowly fell into a deep sleep, which led to death. Emma screamed as soon as her eyes closed.

"NO! MAMA NO!" She screamed. "Please! Come back! No! I'm all alone! I don't want to be alone!" she cried and screamed as she held the woman's corpse to her body.

Regina had tears streaming down her face as she watched this horrific scene. She continued to watch the mirror as it showed Emma growing up. She had become hard, watching her take different women into her home, making hard love to them. Regina's heart wrenched in tight knots, making her sick. She was hers. Not many, but enough for Regina to become angry and sad. She watched the woman work hard on her farm and saw her laugh, playing with her animals, especially her horse Edward. Despite her heartbreaking death, she seemed like a happy soul. Just when she thought she had seen it all, the mirror showed the queen the past six months. It showed her how she treated Emma, how Emma felt. How she wanted to leave for so long, how she hated the queen for treating her this way, but secretly wanting to be with her. When Regina saw the blonde break down and uttered, "I can't take it anymore. You will never love me." then watched the woman she loved leave, escaping out the window, leaving with Edward.

As soon as the images of the past were finished, the queen fell to the ground and screamed. How could she have let things get this bad? How could she have been so cruel. She owed this woman an explanation…she needed to tell her why she was the way she was. She needed to tell Emma…she needed to tell her everything.