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I silently cursed to myself, I needed more time than that to make my decision! My head pounded and my stomach lurched. I wasn't sure if those symptoms were from not getting enough sleep or anxiety from Regina. I gathered up my gumption, and I took a deep breath. I needed to bolster all my energy to keep from looking pathetic in front of her, and to tell her off. There was no way in hell that I could make such a big decision in one night.

I scampered down the winding wooden steps, and stopped completely in my tracks. Standing in the frame of my front door open with the ever stunning Regina Mills. She looked at me and smirked. I suddenly noticed that I must have looked like shit compared to her. I had just woken up, therefore I had not brushed my hair or put on any makeup, let alone even put on any clothes that were not pajamas. I trudged over to her and put my hands on my pajama boxer clad hips. I wanted to try and fake that I was extremely annoyed that she dared come to my house without giving fare warning.

"What are you doing here? Do you not know what time it is?" I stated, all the while sneering at her.

"Oh Miss Swan, aren't you just a delight today? I do, indeed, know what time it is, but you probably do not. It is past noon and someone is still in their very cute pajamas. Which contributes to my immense pleasure, because I can see that you do not sleep in a brassiere. How do I know this? Well my dear, it is because your nipples are pert and protruding against the outline of your thin cloth you call a tank top," Regina snidely commented.

I was taken aback by her remark, and I knew that I had started blushing. How embarrassing! I crossed my arms over my chest, hoping to cover my now aroused nipples. She smiled at me when I did this. It was almost like she knew what I was thinking. I pursed my lips and contemplated what I was going to say next. She had me in quite a bind, and I had no idea what my next move would be. I wished she would just shuffle me out the door and take me back to her house, for some much needed sex. That would not happen anytime soon though, at least not until I agreed to her little arrangement.

"So, I'll get to my reason why I am visiting you this afternoon. How did you sleep last night, my dear Emma?"

Jesus Christ. It was like she knew! How in the hell is that even possible? My mouth went desert dry and I struggled to come up with words to reply to her. My mind was spinning a mile a minute and I had no clue what to do. Should I tell her about what happened last night? Or should I just play coy? I took the latter.

"How did you sleep last night Madame Mayor?"

"Darling, you know I don't sleep at night, but if you would like to talk, my car is waiting in your driveway. It's extremely ready to take you to places you've never been before," She replied with a wink.

I couldn't go with her. My parents would never allow that! Especially with the way I'm currently dressed, their perfect image would be tarnished. So I did something that was completely wild, I told her my cell phone number.

"Think you can remember that Regina?"

"I remember everything dearest, and I will be back around eight to pick you up. We are going out to dinner, then going back to my place for some tea and some apple turnover," Regina dominantly responded.

"Like a date?" I presumably asked.

She smirked, and turned around to walk away from my door and I, leaving me with endless questions. The top two biggest questions running around in my mind were simple. One being, if she actually knew about my dream. Two was, what in the world do I wear tonight?

My day dragged on like usual. I spent most of my TV watching time by cruising the Netflix categories than actually watching what was offered. The other half of my time was glancing at the clock for the billionth time, hoping that eight o'clock was coming soon. I did this for about three hours after my parents had left for work, before I fell into an unusual sleep. I did not dream, and when I woke up it was seven thirty. Now, I was freaking out. I had only a half of an hour to get ready, and I didn't even shower! I raced upstairs to my bathroom and stripped my clothes off as fast as Speedy Gonzales.

I finally relaxed a little once I was in the shower. I doused my hair under the water and scrubbed my hair with shampoo. I rinsed it out, and then fingered conditioner through my hair's scalp to its ends. While my hair was soaking up all the detangling elements from my conditioner, I grabbed my shaving cream and lathered both my legs with it. I reached for my razor in the corner of my shower and carefully shaved through the shaving cream, leaving lines of clean hair-free leg. Each stroke went up to the top of my porcelain thigh and I felt a little better. I always feel better after a good shave. Next, was my armpits. I lathered them with shaving cream and quickly stroked them hairless with my sharp razor. I rinsed my legs and armpits of the remnants of the shaving cream and then massaged out the conditioner from my hair.

While the warm water beat down on my back, I debated myself with the question of shaving my pussy. Should I? Or shouldn't I? I decided that I would.

I sat down on my shower floor and scrubbed my mons pubis with shaving cream. I shuttered, and my hair stood up on my neck. Were my parents home? I sensed a presence in my house, but either way I had to get through with my shower.

I continued shaving, my mons was done, and now it was time to shave my labia. I started shivering as the water suddenly turned cold and my eyes widened. I dropped the razor immediately and stood up to adjust the heat level on my shower. I turned it up higher, and then when I turned around to continue shaving, I saw someone through my glass shower doors.

I screamed and the doors opened. I closed my eyes and starting hitting at the person who was next to me, and when I opened them I was enclosed in the arms of Regina Mills.

"It's okay darling. I knocked repeatedly and no one answered and so since I was invited in by your father before I went inside to check if everything was okay," She eyed my dripping body and grinned, "and by the looks of it, you are very okay, to say the least."

I hit her one more time for good measure and wiggled out of her arms. There was something so terribly erotic about her seeing me naked in the shower, that I could feel heat starting to grow in my pussy.

"I'm sorry if I startled you, I assure you my intentions were pure, but now, they are not," she cooed, as her fangs instantaneously jutted out.

Then I did something completely out of my character. I wrapped my arms around her neck, pulled her close, and whispered into her ear, "I accept your offer, and I want nothing more than to be your naughty little savior."

Regina's face turned pale, as if she had never suspected that I would take her up on her offer. Although, as soon as it sunk in, she plunged her fangs into my neck and pushed my back into my shower.

I could feel her suckling my blood and it turned me on. Her clothes became sopping wet, as she licked at the blood streaming from my neck. I wondered what my blood tasted like to her. The thrill I felt from her ensnared me, and I snaked my fingers down towards my pussy. Just as I was about to touch my clit, Regina batted it away. It seemed like only seconds that she retreated from my neck and nipped at her own finger to smear her healing blood across the two bitten marks on my neck. As if it was a miracle, the two identical marks closed and quickly healed.

I tried reaching down to my pussy to pleasure myself again, and then she gave me a very insidious look. She pushed me against the shower wall, and with one hand she grabbed both of my arms and pinned them above my head. I was breathing really heavy, and the way she was looking at me was the way a predator looks at their prey. My breath hitched in my throat, and my pussy got drenched with anticipation.

She growled at me, "You're body is mine, and only I may touch it, unless I give you permission. Do you understand?"

I nodded slowly. My nipples burned with arousal, and as if on cue, she flicked them. I moaned, and shifted against her hold.

"Do you want me to fuck you Miss Swan?"

"Yes!" I screamed.

"Beg for it," Regina slyly purred.

I turned red with frustration and anger, but my lust overrode those feelings. I was going to beg the vampire mayor to use my body, and even though I resented her for making me beg, it made my pussy soaked.

"Please Madame Mayor, I need you to have make love to me!" I practically yelled out.

"I humbly oblige to your request my sweet."