A/N: Hello dears. This is Chapter 11. It's very rough. I'm sorry for being late.'I'm going through personal things right now. My dog passed away a few days ago. I'm writing to try and distract myself from my grief.

So forgive me if this chapter isn't as good as they usually are. But I hope you enjoy anyway.

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CHAPTER 11

Regina's sultry voice pulled Emma from her sleep. "Darling," she whispered, "You need to wake up."

The blonde squeezed her eyes shut, burying her head in the soft feather pillow. "No."

The older woman stroked her girlfriend's hair, then ran a finger down the sleeping woman's spine. "We have work."

Emma's voice was muffled by the pillow, "I'm taking the day off."

"No you're not."

"Come on...I'm really fucking tired."

Regina cleared her throat. "As mayor, I can't allow the sheriff to take an unnecessary day off."

"But I'm your girlfriend."

"Doesn't matter."

Emma only clutched the pillow tighter. "You want me to get up? Make me."

Regina raised a brow, "Is that a challenge, dear?"

The blonde jumped as a slap landed on her covered ass. She gripped the pillow tighter. Fuck! Should've expected that.

Regina's laughter was low and mischievous. "Do you want another? Or have I made my point?"

Emma smirked, moving her head to the side so she could look up at her girlfriend. "Another."

The brunette grinned, "Oh? Is that because you still don't want to get up, or are you just horny?"

"Both."

Regina caressed her cheek, "Well if you get up and have a shower...you may just get something special." She watched as Emma shot up from the bed, practically running towards the bathroom. Well, at least she's up.

Regina stood, walking over to her wardrobe and looking through her clothes. "Now...what should I put on for today?"

OOO

As Emma emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body, she saw Regina buttoning up her long coat. The blonde pouted, "I thought you said I would get something special."

"You will...but I didn't say this morning."

"You're mean."

Regina grinned playfully, "You already knew that."

Emma huffed, grabbing her own clothes out of the draw. "Hey babe, why can't I remember if we had playtime last night."

"Because we didn't. When I got down to the dungeon you were curled up fast asleep on your rug. So I brought you here and put you to bed."

Emma mentally kicked herself, "Shit! Are you kidding me?"

Regina glanced over her shoulder, "Well you obviously needed the sleep." Once checking that her girlfriend was dressed, the brunette opened the cream bedroom curtains to let sunlight flood the room. Suddenly, her eyes landed on the bright yellow bug parked outside her mansion. She gasped in horror.

Emma whirled around, "What?"

The brunette continued to stare at the car, "Look."

Walking over to the window, her girlfriend tensed. Written across the car in large capital letters in bright red paint, was the word 'FREAK.' Emma sucked in a sharp breath, "Who would do that?"

"A number of people. The entire town reads the newspaper."

"We need to find whoever did that. When I go to Granny's later I'll try and see if anyone saw anything."

OOO

mma sighed as she sat back in the chair at her desk. She glanced at the digital clock on her computer. Nearly time for lunch.

"Something wrong, dearie?" asked Rumpelstiltskin from inside his cell.

The blonde rolled her eyes, "Aside from the fact that I have to be in the same room as you?"

"There's no reason to be rude, Miss Swan. You're the one who punched me repeatedly, remember?"

Emma grinned at him, "Oh yeah. By the way, how's that raging boner going for you?"

"No comment."

Emma fought back laughter as she returned to playing video games on her laptop. She furiously slammed her fingers down on the keys, determined to complete the level. When the level was finally passed, Emma sighed in relief.

Her eyes were drawn to the clock. Twelve. Perfect timing. Smiling, she stood up from her chair and closed down her laptop. "Dad!" she called, "I'm going to lunch with Regina! Keep an eye on Rumple!"

OOO

Granny stood in the doorway of her diner, blocking Emma's path. "Hang on, you're not coming in here."

The blonde narrowed her eyes, "Why?"

The old werewolf matched her expression. "Freaks like you and The Queen aren't welcome in here."

Emma clenched her fists in anger, "Freaks?"

"What's the matter? From what I hear you like being called names."

Emma ignored the insult, "So you're not even going to give me food?"

"There's places you can go to other than here."

The blonde gritted her teeth, "Fine." She flicked the middle finger to the woman, before turning and walking down the diner steps. Her anger boiled. Now I can't even get food? Great. It's a good thing I wasn't really hungry anyway.

Suddenly her phone buzzed, and Emma smiled as she brought up the text on the screen. It was from Regina. 'TELL ME YOUR SAFEWORD' the text read.

The blonde smirked in delight. Are we playing? Yes! She wasted no time in texting a reply, 'RED.'

Seconds later, the reply appeared on her phone. 'GOOD GIRL.'

Suddenly, Leroy's voice called out, "Hey, freak!"

Emma switched off her phone, placing it in her pocket. She whirled around, "Fuck off, I'm busy."

"Where are you going? To visit your twisted girlfriend?"

The blonde growled, "She's not twisted."

Seemingly ignoring her response, the dwarf glared, roughly shoving her backwards. "Let's face it, you're probably everyone's slut. Everyone in this town has probably seen you naked, huh? That's what you submissives like. You just love whoring yourself out to whoever your twisted girlfriend wants you to. Don't deny it."

Emma suddenly disappeared in swirls of purple smoke.

OOO

The blonde's blurry vision quickly returned to normal. She looked around, taking in the surroundings. She was in a well-lit room, with a four-poster bed in the corner and a tall wardrobe against one of the walls. A soft white rug was beneath her feet, now suddenly bare.

She was in the dungeon at Regina's mansion.

"Oh my poor pet. I can't believe the things that bastard told you."

Emma turned around, her mouth growing dry. Regina sat on a couch by the closed door, wearing her long black gown with the high silver collar. Her hair was tied up in a bun, and her makeup consisted of grey eyeshadow and red lipstick.

Emma's heart raced in delight, "Hello Your Majesty." Her previous anger and sadness vanished. All that mattered was Regina...and the fact that they were going to have their playtime.

Regina stood from the couch, walking over. "I'm sorry this couldn't be more interesting, pet. I actually planned on making this a little scavenger hunt of sorts for you...but then I saw that dwarf harassing you."

Emma smiled gratefully, lowering herself to her knees on the rug. She lowered her head, the smile still on her face. She was touched that Regina had tried to put something fun together for her. "You didn't have to stop the scavenger hunt, your Majesty. We could have continued it."

Regina cupped the younger woman's face in her hands, raising Emma's head to meet her eyes. "When I saw you being harassed...I...I just wanted to get you out of there."

Tears of happiness welled in the blonde's eyes, "Thank you."

Regina gently used her thumb to wipe the tears away. "There's no need to thank me."

Emma took a deep, shaky breath, calming down. "Are you angry at Leroy, Your Majesty?"

"Yes. I'm furious. But I will deal with him later. Right now I would like to play with you...if you wish."

The blonde's excitement escalated. She resisted the urge to jump in delight. Her clit throbbed with anticipation, "Yes please Your Majesty."

Regina smirked, grasping Emma's chin tightly, "Wonderful." She released Emma's chin with a jerk, the blonde lowering her head. Regina circled around her submissive like a predatory cat, "Many things about what that dwarf said upset me...but would you like to know one of the things that made my blood boil?"

She didn't wait for an answer, wrapping a hand in Emma's blonde hair and yanking her head back. Regina licked her lips, "It was where he said that you whored yourself out to everyone in this town. There's something he doesn't know, isn't that right, my pet?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Regina's grip tightened around the long blonde hair. "He doesn't know something very important." She bent her head to whisper in Emma's ear, her voice low and laced with lust and possessiveness. "You. Are. Mine."