A/N: Hello! Sorry if I seem rushed with this author's note, but I'm so tired and I plan on going to bed after posting this. It's 12:51 in the morning right now.

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CHAPTER 17

"Coffee please, Miss Lucas."

Ruby turned to the source of the voice, and she gave a small, almost uneasy smile. She poured coffee into a cup, passing it to the woman sitting at the counter. "Here you go Your Majesty."

A smirk twitched at Regina's red lips, "Thank you." She drank the coffee slowly, almost like she was taking great care with every sip.

"You know," Ruby commented while grabbing a notepad and pen, "I don't blame you for what you did. Going off at the town like that. Those pricks deserved it. What you and Emma do is your own business."

Regina broke into a full smile, "It's nice to know that someone understands."

Suddenly, a female voice with a faint Australian accent came from the seat beside her. "Um, Regina, Ruby...can I ask you two something?"

Both women turned to see Belle sitting in the seat, clearly feeling awkward and nervous. She brushed a lock of brunette hair from her dark eyes, "So...could I ask you...things about, umm…"

Regina narrowed her eyes slightly, "Speak properly, Miss French."

Belle nodded, clearing her throat, "I want to ask about...what you and Emma are interested in."

"You mean BDSM, dear?"

She blushed, "Yes."

Regina raised a thin brow, genuinely curious, "Alright. What do you want to know?"

The younger woman shifted slightly, too embarrassed to look the mayor in the eyes. "Well, I don't really know much, but Rumple and I have tried...things, and…"

The witch wrinkled her nose, "I don't want to know about your sexual experiences with the imp, Miss French."

"Well, once he tipped candle wax on me. And what I wanted to ask you was, does that count as kinky?"

Regina nodded, "Yes. BDSM is a blanket term, Miss French, so many things can fall under that definition."

A faint blush appeared on Belle's cheeks, "So does that mean I'm kinky?"

"I don't appreciate using labels, but yes, technically you would be considered kinky."

Ruby, who had been serving customers, appeared beside Belle with a dirty plate she had collected from a table. "It's nothing to be nervous about. I think thanks to your husband, BDSM is getting more attention."

Belle swallowed at the reminder, "Y-Yes. I'm so sorry for that, by the way. I don't know why he would do something so horrible. I really thought he'd changed."

Regina held the woman's hand gently, "This wasn't your fault. Rumple is just an asshole."

The younger woman coughed, caught off guard. She had never heard the queen swear before, and found it off-putting. "Um...thank you?"

Regina chuckled, releasing her hand, "Wonderful," she stood, grabbing her coffee, "Now go stick your head in a book somewhere Miss French, I have to go and see David."

"Why?"

"Because," she turned and began to walk out of the diner, "We're discussing your husband's release from his jail cell."

OOO

Emma groaned, sitting back in her swivelling chair. "Seriously Dad?"

David nodded, "I'm sorry but he has to be released at some point. We can't keep him locked up in there forever."

Regina's voice came from the doorway, "And why not?"

Emma glanced up, smiling as her girlfriend entered the room. The small jacket she had been wearing was thrown over her shoulder, revealing her arms, as the dress was sleeveless. The brunette caught her gaze and smiled, "Hello dear." She glanced at David, "And sorry I'm late."

"Hey," the blonde grinned.

Regina kissed her, before David spoke up. "Don't worry about it. I won't take any action," he laughed.

The brunette witch glanced at Emma and smirked. Never breaking eye contact from the younger woman, she answered. "Oh believe me, I'm not the one who needs to be disciplined."

Emma gulped. Oh fuck…

David, seeing his daughter's expression, shook his head slowly. Something tells me I just don't want to know.

Regina turned her attention back to him, "Now David, what are we going to do about Gold?"

"There's nothing to discuss, Regina. He's being released today."

The witch glowered at him. Her voice was low and threatening, "You should know by now exactly how I feel about people who tell secrets."

David visibly flinched, "I know. But...it was different back then. You didn't have anyone to care for you and help you control your anger."

Emma smiled and patted her girlfriend on the shoulder, "Yeah. Now you have me."

Regina broke into a full grin when their eyes met, "Yes I do." She bent down and kissed the younger woman, whispering close to her ear. "You're mine...and you don't spank your owner or handcuff them, my pet."

Emma's heart thudded as the excitement built in her chest. She bit back a moan as she felt a pool of wetness growing in her panties. God...this is torture for me and she knows it!

Regina flashed her a devilish grin before straightening and looking at David. Her tone and expression were entirely serious. "Now, I believe there is something to discuss regarding the imp. For one," she gave a sly smirk and leaned back, purposefully pressing her ass further against Emma's desk. "I think he needs some...proper punishment. As to prevent this behaviour in the future."

Emma glowered at her girlfriend. She's teasing me. Well, if this is all my punishment is it's fine.

Oblivious to the double-meaning of Regina's words, David interjected. "Well there's not really much else we can do. He's already served time in a cell."

"True," Regina continued, discreetly glancing over her shoulder at Emma. "But I still feel like I need to put a leash on people who deliberately make me angry."

Emma's eyes brightened at the innuendo. Does that mean she has the leash and collar? Yes!

Regina noticed the change in her girlfriend's expression, and grinned at David. "Excuse me Charming...could I borrow your daughter? She and I have some business to take care of."

Before David could protest, the two of them disappeared in swirls of magic purple smoke.

OOO

Emma was taken aback when she noticed her location: Regina's office. What? I thought we would have gone to the dungeon?

"Kneel."

The blonde drew a sharp breath, overtaken with arousal by the vision in front of her. Regina was in a tight, long red dress with sleeves that reached her wrists. The neckline dipped like on her other dresses, but this one had fancy patterns on the upper section, stitched in a darker red.

She sat on the edge of her desk, one smooth leg draped over the other. In her hands was a chain leash with a light blue collar. She swung the leash gently in her hand, the collar slowly swinging back and forth ever so slightly.

Emma felt her mouth go dry. "Fucking hell…" she whispered.

Regina sneered at her, "Did you hear me? I said kneel, whore."

The blonde quickly sank to her knees, looking up at the queen sitting on her desk. She stood, taking her time to walk over, before gently slipping the collar around the younger woman's neck. Emma gasped as the chain was yanked without warning. She stumbled forward, placing her hand on one of Regina's heels by accident.

Regina scowled at her, "Be more careful." She gave the leash another small, barely noticeable tug. "Do you know why this leash and collar are on you, whore?"

Emma swallowed, feeling the collar move as she did so. "It's because I took over when I shouldn't have, Your Majesty. Not only that, but I did it deliberately, with every intention of making you angry."

The queen gritted her teeth, "At least you've admitted your mistake. Now, my pet," she smirked devilishly, tightening her grip on the leash, "Let's have some fun."