A/N: Aw shit! It's about to get real people! Hold onto your hats!

When I opened the door, Emma's alarmed face made me smirk gloriously. "H-hi Regina." she stuttered. One point for me, zero for Emma!

"Hello, Emma." I husked, making my voice incredibly low, dripping with complete lust. "Do come in." Her body unwavering, only gaping at the site before her. I moved to the side for her to enter, yet she remained still. "If you don't come in this instant, I'll be forced to take actions into my own hands." She still remained speechless. I huffed with a wicked grin spreading across my face. I gripped her by her white, button up shirt, pulling her inside, shoving her hard against the door. "So quiet you are, I wonder why that is."

"You…you l-look-"

"Shhh..." I placed a single finger over her mouth. "I don't want you to speak, unless you're begging." I took my plump bottom lip into my mouth, showing my pearly white teeth in the process. She audibly gulped. I love making her this way. I eyed her up and down, smirking, pleased to see that she wasn't wearing anything under that shirt of hers. "I love this shirt…"I ran my hands up and down her torso before ripping it clean open, buttons flying everywhere. "But not right now." Shock and arousal overpowered her face. I tweaked her nipples, erupting a glorious moan from her.

"Reg-"

"What did I say Miss. Swan?!" I snapped. Her eyes widened, darkening. Even though she hated when I called her that, she didn't seem displeased this time.

"N-not to s-speak."

"Only to?" I leaned into her ear, as she answered.

"Beg."

I gave a throaty chuckle. "Good girl." I licked up her neck, tugging her hair back, exposing herself more, sinking my teeth into the sensitive flesh, claiming her. The girlish scream that escaped those perfect pink lips sent electricity up my spine. I gripped the remaining of her shirt to turn her around, pushing her onto my couch, landing onto of her. I kiss and nipped my way down her body, making sure to cover her in love bites, so every time she looks in the mirror, she saw who did it. God, what is wrong with me?! I promptly removed her jeans and blue boy shorts. I slowly removed my robe from over her. Her mouth positioning into a perfect O at the sight before her. "Now…what am I going to do with you?" I ran my hands up and down her perfectly toned legs. I placed myself into her lap, my core on hers. I slowly began rocking my hips. Her hands reached out to me, but I quickly slammed them down. "Ah, ah, ah. Don't touch, darling." Emma huffed with displeasure, trying to hide her pout, I sneered down at her. Another point for Regina Mills! "Keep your hands there, if you don't, everything stops. Understand?" when I saw no response, only hooded eyes and a slow nod, my ego rising gradually; I tugged her chin to me, her eyes bore deep into mine. "Did you hear me Miss. Swan?"

"Yes, Regina." she breathed.

I reflected on the first time we had sex and she had said something about being majestic…what did she say? Oh! "Actually, it's your majesty." I hissed. What is going on with me tonight? "Or mistress."

"Yes, your majesty." I saw a grin creeping up onto her lips. I had to fix that immediately. I plunged my mouth onto hers, kissing her hard, full of passion and lust. Expressing myself in the kiss from earlier in the day. My bliss, my jealousy, my anger…everything. I kissed her until my lipstick was smudged onto mouth. I could tell her head was spinning from all the electricity between us; I was as well. However, I composed myself, sitting up so I could continuing teasing my lover.

"Now, where was I? Oh…mmm, yes!" I began rolling my hips onto hers again, pulling my bra down, rubbing and pinching my nipples. I tossed my head back, moaning in ecstasy. I felt those eyes burning my skin as I cried out as I snaked my hand to my core, slowly rubbing my clit. "Mmm, Emma." I sighed. "You feel so good inside of me." When I glanced at her, she looked as if she were in pain. Her hands clenching and unclenching on the throw pillow behind her. She wanted to say something, she was trying to hard. I don't even believe she was breathing. Her face was flustered and red, sucking in her bottom lip tightly. "Breathe, Miss. Swan." I gasped. "I want you alive when I come for you…on you. Mmm, that feels so good. If only your hands were right…here." I cupped her sex in my hand, my eyes popped open at the wetness that was pooling between her legs. "Oh, Emma…" she whimpered in pain. "You're positively drenched."

"Let me touch you Reg-mistress, your majesty. Please." she begged breathlessly.

"No," I teased, coming out almost childish. "This is about you. And if you keep being behaving like this, your reward will be grand."

I plunged three fingers into her dripping core. She sucked in a hard breath, she began bucking her hips wildly, as if this was exactly what she needed. Pumping my fingers in and out as fast as I could, I smirked viciously, then began extracting them ever so slowly. She whimpered pitifully. I actually felt bad for a brief moment, but I knew my intentions, and this game would be ending shortly. I took my coated fingers into my mouth, sucking them slow and hard, her eyes glued to me. Humming in approval in how she tasted. Fuck she tasted so good. So sweet. I licked between my fingers before plunging them both back into my greedy mouth.

"Oh fuck! Mistress PLEASE!"

"Please, what Miss. Swan? You accused me of being jealous, you didn't even acknowledge me in the room as you moaned in pleasure by another person." I began rubbing lazy circles around her swollen lips as she began to squirm. She was getting more and more frustrated. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Oh my…Re-Mistress…I'm-mmmm-I'm sorry." she fumbled.

I snickered. "Use your words." I entered her ever so slowly.

"FUCK!" she cried. "OHMYGODI'msorrypleasefuckme."

"Slower." I started sliding out, but before I got a chance, she spoke.

"Ugh…I am sorry." she squealed.

"Good girl." I rammed my fingers back into her, pumping as fast as before, not stopping. She wrapped her legs around my hips as I thrust into her.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!" Emma screamed as her climax ripped through her body.

"Yessss!" I whispered as I leaned forward, her arms flung over my neck, pulling me into a heated kiss. Moaning into my mouth, only stopping to breath an scream.

I kept my fingers buried inside her for a little while longer before I exited her cunt. I swallowed my fingers back into my mouth. God I can't ever get enough of her taste. I let out a throaty moan. In response, Emma shoved me off of her, standing to her feet, then picking me up bridal style. "What the hell are you doing?!" I gasped, wrapping my arms around her neck.

"Taking this shit to the bedroom." she sounded so…so…forceful. It was a massive turn on. She threw me onto the bed, lunging at me. Relentlessly kissing me, squeezing my ass. This aggressive side of her was so hot, I didn't know what to do with myself, except moan and squeal every time she touched or kissed me. Her fingers swept across my delicious cunt, then plunged deep inside of me. She began rough, so rough that it began to hurt from this position.

"Em-oh. Emma," she bared her eyes into me, responding only with her eyes. "The top drawer…mmm, get it," she slowly stopped, looking at me with astonishment. When her fingers exited me, I immediately missed the loss. "in the nightstand." I finished. When she opened the drawer, her eyes bulged before grinning with victory. She found herself my personal strap on. It was about eight inches with a good girth. It was something I needed…and I wanted her to do it.

"You want me to use this?" she asked holding it up with only a few fingers.

"Yes."

She smirked wickedly. "Turn over." Oh God, yes. I heard her begin to put the sex toy on, then slowly making her way to the bed. She suddenly smacked my ass, making a loud pop. "Mmm, that ass. Is mine, and I'm about to make it mine.

"The lube is in the same drawer." I retorted in a haze.

"I don't need it." she leaned forward, pulling my hair backwards, exposing my neck, whispering, "I only need your wetness." I gasped in delicious thrill. Emma opened my legs from behind as I felt the silicone press up against the back of my cunt opening. She teased it, sliding the toy up and down my embarrassingly dripping cunt. She slowly slid the tip in, then further and further, until it was wet enough to enter. "I told you I was going to fuck you in these garters, and now I am. Just the way I want." I heard a wet smack as she smacked the back of my pussy. "My only request is that if you want something or when asked a question, you call me Miss. Swan." she shoved the toy into my tight cunt. It was slightly painful, but not unbearable…it was just what I needed. "Understood?"

"Mmm, yes Miss. Swan." I moaned. I received another hard slap on the ass. I cried out in pure pleasure. She slowly began pumping into my, then gradually faster. "Mmm, FUCK YES!" she lifted my hips as she rammed into me, then gripped my hair, continuously fucking my harder and harder. God did I need this! I pushed myself back onto her so I could feel her buried deep inside of me.

"You like that?" she huffed.

"Mmmmm, yess!"

She rammed hard into before stopping completely, "Yes, what?"

"Yes Miss. Swan!" I groaned.

"That's a good mistress." she continued pulsing in and out of me as hard as she possibly could, occasionally squeezing my voluptuous ass. The ecstasy I felt was unlike I've ever before. I'm sure this looks like a dirty porno, but I don't care, THIS IS HOT!

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, gripping my pillows tightly as hot tears streamed down my flushed face. My screams only made Emma thrust harder until I went hoarse. I felt her tumble on top of me. Her breathing labored, her chest drenched in sweat. When she slowly extracted the toy, I whined once more at the loss, yet relieved at the same time.

"Are you okay?" she asked seriously.

"Mhm." was all I could respond back.

She rolled over onto the bed, pulling me into her arms, kissing the top of my head tenderly. "I hope all this wasn't too much." if I had the energy, I would have playfully smacked her, for now, I could only glare. She gave a breathy laugh. "Just checking. But, what happened to taking things slow?" she joked. Why did she have to ask these ridiculous questions after sex?! I cannot speak you idiot! I pinched her. "Hey! Just asking!" she rubbed my shoulder tenderly. Once I gained some consciousness, and could finally speak I asked her about her client. She only said it was a creepy client and wanted a happy ending. Ugh, I hate that so much. I latched onto her tighter. "I thought you weren't jealous."

"What's mine is mine." I knitted my eyebrows together, which caused another laugh from Emma.

"You're so cute when you're jealous…or angry…or just in general."

"Hmph. You think you're funny don't you?"

"Of course." she beamed.

It was the last thing I remembered before dozing off into sleep.

For the next three weeks, almost month, things were going great! My life hadn't been better. Work was fantastic, especially since her boss wasn't supposed to be back until sometime this week. Emma was perfect, and the sex was incredible.

However, when I went into work this morning, something didn't feel right. As if the energy had shifted. I shrugged it off as I walked to the break room. "Hello Regina!" I heard that shrill British accent. Oh no…she's back. Wasn't she supposed to be here Friday? It's Monday…I really don't have time for her shit.

"Zelena!" I faked a smile. "So nice to see you." she walked up to me as she gave me a tight hugged…which was incredibly forced. I patted her back in return. Her ginger hair engulfed my face…Oh God, please get away from me. "How was London?" I asked as she went back to cleaning the counters.

"Oh, you know, cloudy and boring. It was nice to see Robins family…I suppose." she eyed me suspiciously. "How have things been here?"

"The same. We hired a new therapist named Mary Margret. She's…nice. Other than that, we've been staying busy."

"Excellent. Since we have a new therapist, I wanted your opinion on something." she popped herself on the counter, crossing her legs, tossing the dirty sanitation wipe into the trash. "Have a seat." I eyed her up and down. Ugh! She made my skin crawl with her attitude. I knew I was a bitch, but this woman…she was too much. With her overdramatic attitude and perfectionism. She acted as if the whole world revolved around her.

"Um, sure. What is it?" I glanced at my schedule before I gave her my full attention. It was a slow day, I only had two clients and my first one wasn't until thirty minutes.

"I'm thinking of getting rid of that dreadful Emma Swan." I truly believed my eyes popped out of my face at that time. I tried to remain as coolly as possible, but I felt my nostrils flare in anger.

"Why is that?" I snarled. Trying to take my attitude down a notch. I didn't want her to question me about it.

"Oh, come on Regina! Don't act so surprised! She's always late, which you've said so yourself, and quite frankly," she sucked a breath in. "A little bit childish. We need to keep this company sharp and hire the best of the best. She's also had the most complaints in the short time she's worked here than any other therapist." she stated matter-of-factly. I couldn't breathe. I didn't know whether to scream, cry, or slap her in the face.

"Well, I am the lead. I could talk to her about it. What areas is she declining in?" repressing clenching my teeth as I offered.

"Her timing during her services, people say she talks too much, and like I said, her tardiness is out of control. I talked to her about it months ago, but nothing has changed." it seemed like Zelena had made up her mind. The red devil hopped off the counters with an uncomfortable cheery smile. "And also," she leaned in to whisper. "I saw you and Emma leave together a few weeks ago after hours, so I know you're sleeping with her." my heart dropped into my stomach. How could she have possib-oh no…oh fuck…I'm so stupid! Those fucking cameras in the hallway!

"What?!" I hissed. I wanted to stand, I wanted to scream, but I was paralyzed.

Zelena roared with laughter. "Oh, dear. Do you forget who I am and there are cameras? It doesn't matter if I'm here, home, out of the country, I can check up on the spa whenever and wherever I please. I see everything that goes on in this place! So don't think that I didn't see you two waltz in and out of the spa together multiple times. Honestly, you're lucky I don't fire you." she crossed her arms as she continued. "But, you're one of the best. You know better than to sleep with a coworker. AND, to be frank," she stepped into my personal space. "You can do much better than Emma Swan." I couldn't help it, I didn't care anymore. I did it. I did the unthinkable. I slapped her. I had just slapped my boss in the face. Never in my life…never in my career had I ever done something so scandalous.

Her face turned a bright red in enragement, her face contorting into a foul face. Just before she was about to open her big mouth again, I spoke. "You can criticize me all you want, you can critique my work, hell, even berate who I am as a person. But you WILL NOT tell me who I can and cannot be with. Work related or not. I QUIT!" I stormed out of the spa as fast as I could. The audacity of that fucking woman! I didn't quit for Emma, I quit for myself. I quit because, I was tired of her bullshit for the past five years! I was so done.