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Warning: This chapter has smut, angst and fluff (an entirely new combo for me, I know. Usually I write smut, smut with a little more smut and sometimes I even put a helping of smut on the top). So I hope you enjoy a different side. It is important to me to show the many sides of a developing BDSM relationship, and not just the sex, its more than that. So much more than that.
EDIT This has now been beta'd :)
Chapter Ten
They sat in the diner, the five of them, David, Mary Margaret, Henry, Emma and Regina. It was Saturday evening and the boys had returned from their fishing expedition empty handed and crestfallen. Snow had decided that as they had no fish for supper, they should all go out for dinner, Regina too. At one point in time Regina would have shuddered at the thought of an awkward family meal in the cheap diner, but times had changed. Too much of the Charmings' over positive 'half full' attitude still gave her a migraine and the urge to incinerate small rodents, but in small doses she found herself not entirely irritated.
She found herself enjoying evenings like this even more when she knew that Emma was trying her best not to squirm every time the brunette turned dial of the wireless remote up, a remote, which was linked to the egg that was, buried deep inside of Emma. Once Regina almost choked on a sip of her wine, after cranking the dial up another notch, causing Emma to yelp in surprise and pleasure, and almost jump out of the booth.
Emma's grip was so tight around her cutlery her knuckles shone white as she grit her teeth desperately trying to suppress her moans. She sat opposite her son, and between her mother and father, it wasn't the most ideal situation to be teased incessantly, but Regina had been playing with the remote for the better part of two hours, and by the look on her face, and the sparkle in her eyes, Emma guessed she was enjoying herself immensely.
Regina was indeed enjoying herself immensely. Her eyes sparkled as she watched Emma's tortured struggle. The flush of her cheeks, the harsh set of her jaw biting down hard, the conscious steady breathing, as though she was coaching herself on how to inhale and exhale. Rocking the dial under her thumb she teased, a pendulum of sensations. As soon as she turned the vibrations up they once more dropped to a steady hum, and then back to a more persistent buzz and so on and so forth.
"So you boys had a good day?" Mary Margaret asked.
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"It was awesome mum!" Henry, David and Regina were stood in the Mills kitchen as Henry relayed the tales of the day with delightful enthusiasm. "We caught this fish and it was huge and David was trying to reel it in but it was so strong and it just kept swimming deeper, and then SPLASH!" His exclamation was punctuated by his small hands hitting the kitchen counter top, "David fell overboard" at this he fell into an uncontrollable giggle fit, slumping down the counters to the floor.
Turning around with a smile Regina gestured at David's sopping wet clothes. "Well that explains the attire, I thought seaweed was a fashion statement."
Shaking his head, David laughed, "No." Reaching behind his ear he pulled free a stray strand of green kelp. "He won't get away from us again though, next time we'll be ready, right!"
Henry nodded with a grin, "but I'm bringing a video camera just in case."
Regina and David laughed as Henry skipped out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his room. Pouring two cups of coffee she smiled leaning back against the counter "I can dry those clothes for you if you'd like, I wouldn't want you to catch a cold."
"Would you?!" He knew if Mary Margaret found out about his little accident she'd prevent him from going again, or worse, she'd make him wear some hideous neon buoyancy aid.
"Of course." With a wave of her hand David's clothes were dry once more, with no evidence of his trip into the blue. "A knight in flannel is one thing, but a wet knight in flannel is something all together different." She teased with a laugh.
"Behave." He laughed back before adding, "if you know how."
Feigning offence she brought a hand to her chest "Moi?" She laughed.
"Can I ask a favour of you Regina?" David asked cautiously.
"You can ask, I might not agree, but you can ask."
He couldn't help but smile, he preferred Regina so much more when they weren't trying to kill each other. "Mary Margaret –" He began.
Holding her hands up Regina smiled understanding exactly where the conversation was heading. "You don't want her to know you were taking swimming lessons from a cod."
"Yes." He admitted, ashamed that he was asking her to lie.
"Consider it out little secret." She winked before laughing and changing the subject. "So how was he?"
"As well behaved as always, though he did complain about wanting his-"
"Muuuuuuuuum!" Henry's voice echoed through the house as he thundered down the stairs.
"No running and no shouting Henry Mills, you know the rules in this house." Regina rolled her eyes as David laughed.
Skidding to a halt in the kitchen Henry donned his puppy face, one Regina was fast realising was definitely a family trait passed down from his mother's side. "Where's my games console?"
"I guess it's where you last had it, isn't it. If you put things away properly you wouldn't have this problem." They had this discussion daily and she wondered why she bothered.
"I was in your den when you were working the other day!" He exclaimed happily as he remembered where he had left his game.
"I'll get it!" Regina snapped before repeating a little softer. "I'll get it, why don't you find David a biscuit, I think it's the least he deserves."
In her den Regina picked up Emma's still discarded clothes, folding them and placing them in the bottom drawer of her desk. The last thing she needed was their son finding Emma's underwear in her office; there was no good way she could think to explain that. Leaving the room she cursed, remembering Henry's game, it would arouse suspicion if she returned without it. Fetching it from the side, she smiled as she walked down the hallway, past her secret basement door leading to where Emma was still tied up at her mercy, her father feet away in the kitchen oblivious to his daughter's current situation.
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"Emma are you okay, you've barely touched your ice cream sundae." Mary Margaret asked worriedly.
Her gaze flickered from between her mother and her Mistress, her cheeks still flushed crimson. "I'm fine."
"She looks like she needs to lie down in a dark room somewhere." Ruby shot Regina a knowing smile, she was stood by their booth one hand cocked on her hip, the other behind Regina resting on the back of her seat.
Smirking back at Ruby, Regina nodded her head in agreement as her eyes raked over the younger brunettes appearance. "Yes, I think you're right."
Emma felt jealously creep over her skin like a virus. She had never thought herself as a particularly envious individual, but watching the way the two brunettes looked at each other, made her want to jump over the table and kiss Regina in front of everyone. She didn't.
"I'll get this, my treat" Regina said opening her purse.
"No, I invited you, I'm paying." Mary Margaret said placing bills onto the cheque that Ruby had just delivered.
"Then I'll cover the tip." Regina insisted.
Emma watched as she handed a more than generous tip to Ruby, she watched the way they touched, Regina's thumb caressing the back of her hand for a moment. She watched Ruby's uncharacteristic bashful yet gleeful smile as Regina complimented her on her attentiveness. She watched, all she could do was watch.
Grabbing her coat the blonde fled the diner; she felt sick, her head spinning, and her heart pounding. She leant back against the wall of Granny's, her shaky breath clouding in the cold nights air as she wrapped her arms around herself for warmth, and comfort. She groaned inwardly at the sound of the bell chiming as Mary Margaret, David and Henry came out of the diner, she knew Regina was behind them, she could feel her eyes upon her, but she could not bring herself to look at her, she would not let Regina see her cry.
"Emma you look terrible!" Mary Margaret gasped as she rushed towards her, taking Emma's pale face between her gloved hands.
"Gee thanks!" Emma breathed, pulling free from her mothers grip. "I think I just want to go home, I just need to be alone."
Reaching into her jacket pocket for the remote, Regina turned the egg off. Emma gasped at the void, she felt like her world had just been unplugged, and everything she had come to know. 24hours, it was 24hours since she had signed the contract, how had she gotten so deep so quickly. Was Regina bored now she had her? Was Ruby her replacement or her predecessor? "I just want to be alone." Pushing past her parents she fled, tears burning down cold cheeks. She tried to tell herself it was from the wind stinging at her eyes and not the emotions bubbling inside of her.
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Emma felt her heart skip a beat at the welcome sound of Regina's heels clicking down the steps of the basement, turning her head she beamed as the brunette came into view. "I thought you'd forgotten about me." She said, her smile turning sad.
"Never." Regina smiled back reassuringly. In her hands were Emma's clothes, which she set down on the bed. Coming to stand at the foot of the chair, she caressed her hands up Emma's calves as she spoke to her. "I'm sorry for leaving you, it wasn't a punishment." She explained. "Your father brought Henry home, and he's invited us all to Grannies for dinner, Henry is just in the shower now." Taking the candle from between Emma's legs she returned it to its rightful home in her 'chest of desires'. Reaching into the box she took out a remote control egg, a personal favorite of hers, she slipped it into her pocket with a smile.
She returned to Emma with a bowl of fresh water and clean cloths, placing them back down onto the silver table. Sat at Emma's side she placed a large sponge in the warm soapy water, before running it over Emma's torso, cleaning off the spirograph of dried purple wax.
Emma watched Regina's face as she worked, the tender look in her eyes, the softness of her features. This was not the Evil Queen she had been told so much about, or even the cold Mayor or dominating Mistress she had born witness to. This was the caring mother and affectionate lover that few were lucky to see, but she saw.
The warmth of the water against the cool of the basement made Emma's fine hairs stand on end, as a shiver ran through her. Without a word Regina gave a wave, the warm glow of the fire flickering to life was seen.
When Emma was clean, at least externally, Regina deftly untied her restraints, freeing Emma from her bonds. "Sit up."
Emma sat imminently, smiling down at the brunette, something Regina couldn't allow. Standing in her heels, Regina once more towered over her pet. "I have a present for you." She said taking the egg out of her pocket. "I want you to insert this, and then get dressed."
Emma laughed at the realisation of what her Mistress had planned for her. "Yes Mistress." She said taking the egg from her outstretched hand. She was still insanely wet, and the black egg slid inside without resistance and her internal muscles automatically clenched around the velvety plastic. Swinging her legs over the side of the chair, she hopped down to get dressed, as her Mistress had commanded of her.
Watching in silence, Regina smiled in amusement as she occasionally turned the egg on, delighting the way Emma would jolt in surprise every time. "You're not allowed to come slut, do you understand."
"Yes Mistress." She replied as she returned to stand in front of Regina ready for inspection.
"No matter how close you get, you will not come."
"I understand Mistress."
"Good girl." Pulling Emma in by the nape of her neck, Regina kissed her passionately, her tongue forcing entrance as she pressed their bodies together. "You're mine."
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Emma's phone rang out in the dark silence of her room. She ignored it listening to the persistent ring, as she stared into space. Finally as the caller seemed to show no sign of hanging up she answered. "What?!" she snapped. She knew she shouldn't, even if she hadn't read the caller ID she'd have known whose voice she'd have heard on the other end of the line.
"Hush kitten!"
Regina's soft calming voice almost broke her to tears. Bringing her knees to her chest "please" her voice cracked.
Regina sighed; she was sat on the foot of her bed in a floor length silver satin nightgown. To anyone else one word alone would mean nothing, but to Regina that 'please' said a thousand words. It conveyed every tangled emotion and thought Emma was enduring. With her phone still pressed to her ear she walked down the corridor to Henry's room, silently opening the door, she watched their son sleeping blissfully, her heart swelling with love. Closing the door she checked the protection spell she had cast, encompassing his room before disappearing into a cloud of purple smoke.
Placing a hand on Emma's shoulder she sat behind her on the bed, gently pulling her into her strong embrace, her fingers running through her long blonde hair as she gently rocked her.
"You and Ruby." Emma whispered.
"Yes." She said softly, "Ruby and I have a past."
"How could you not tell me this?"
"Hush." She would never lie to Emma, and she hadn't intentionally deceived her. She had had every intention of telling her when the time was right. Though she in part knew the time would never be right, and that these things always had a way of revealing themselves at inopportune moments.
"Are you still…" Her voice choked as she forced back the tears, sinking deeper into Regina's embrace.
"Emma, I made a vow to you." Regina said softly as she continued to comfort her. "I signed that contract just the same as you did, I am bound to it in just the same way you are."
"But you can have other pets." Emma cried.
"Yes, I can. But I also stated I would never do anything to cause you harm, physically or emotionally." The thought of hurting Emma made her stomach churn, and she closed her eyes, resting her forehead against Emma's hair. "Also, I have been a little preoccupied since we signed the contract, when do you think I found the time for Ruby, hmm?" She laughed softly.
"I don't know."
"Ruby and I have tried things in the past, but she does not belong to me, and I do not belong to her. Do you understand that? She isn't you, and she will never replace you. I won't tell you that I won't sleep with her again, because I don't want to break a promise, but I won't if I think you can't handle it. YOU are my priority, not her and certainly not anyone else. I chose you Emma, I am yours just as much as you are mine, please don't forget that."
"You're mine." She whispered into the darkness. She didn't know how two words could fill her with so much comfort, washing the fear and paranoia away.
"Until such a time as you don't want me to be, on one condition."
"Anything."
"You don't shut me out, we agreed to be open and honest. I know you nearly hung up my call, I know, because I would too. We are so similar Emma, one day you'll understand that."
"I promise Mistress."
Silence settled like the first fall of snow, calm and welcoming. Regina could feel Emma's heartbeat steady as she leant against her and she could feel her breathing slow. Kissing her on the forehead she whispered softly "I can't stay here Emma."
"I know" how could five words tear her in two? She had called her Emma, her voice soft and sweet yet full of tortured regret. She couldn't stay.
Pulling Emma back onto the bed, Regina covered them both with a blanket as she spooned the fragile blonde. "I'm here now, just close your eyes my perfect little kitten."
When Emma had finally drifted off to sleep Regina pulled out from behind her. Standing over her sleeping form, Emma looked so small, so vulnerable. Gently Regina stroked the back of her hand over her cheek and with a flourish a small white rose appeared in her hand, which she placed on the pillow next to Emma's head. Sighing, she changed her mind. She was getting in too deep, and it was only going to cause heartache.
In the palm of her hand she created a small ball of fire, dropping the flower into it. The rose shriveled in contorted agony as its pure petals blackened and died, if there ever was a metaphor for her life, and how she felt, this was it.
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