Chapter Three
Enchanted Forest, many years ago
Maleficent smiled again, before leaning into to claim Regina's lips again. She stroked Regina's cheek again as she broke away from the kiss, taking in the nervous look in her eyes. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to talk to strangers?"
Regina looked around the room with trepidation, unsure of whether she should answer that question. She was pretty sure it was rhetorical, and her suspicions were confirmed as she felt Maleficent's hands near her shoulders, moving toward the clasp on her outer cape.
Regina swallowed hard, in disbelief that this was going to be happening, right now. It wasn't what she'd come for, by any means, but as Maleficent made quick work of the clasp and the cape fell to the ground, she noticed she felt more excitement than apprehension.
Regina's dark eyes met Maleficent's intense, clear blue ones as the blonde's hands stroked Regina's body, over her shoulders and down her ribcage to her slim waist over her form-fitting velvety dress.
"Just as I suspected," Maleficent commented, as her hands found the laces of the corset top, "a body made to be worshipped. How old are you?"
"Twenty two," Regina replied, surprised by how foreign her own voice sounded in her ears.
"Twenty two," Maleficent repeated. "An old maid by conventional standards, you realise."
Regina gasped as she felt the corset top of her dress coming loose from her body. "I'm not… I'm married."
"Are you?" Maleficent chided, trying to rile the young Queen up on purpose. "It seems like a complete sham to me, especially considering you're here, right now, about to give yourself over for the first time, to a complete stranger."
Regina inhaled sharply as Maleficent pushed her dress from her shoulders and it fell swiftly to the floor as well, pooling around her feet and leaving her more exposed than she'd ever been in front of anyone but her mother, and that was certainly never in this context. And Maleficent smiled as she drank in the sight of Regina in only her ivory coloured lace corset and skirts.
"Don't be afraid, dear," Maleficent continued, "I know it's your first time, so I'll go easy on you. I won't even let the dragon off the leash."
"You would do that?" Regina asked, suddenly imagining the possible ramifications if Maleficent were to suddenly turn into a dragon midway through. She might not have any experience with this sort of physicality, but she knew enough to know that couldn't possibly end well for her.
Maleficent just winked, her smile deepening. "Close your eyes, dear."
Regina swallowed hard and did as she was asked. With her eyes closed, her other senses went on hyper alert, and she heard, and felt, Maleficent move away from her, and return moments later. She then felt a soft material, like silk, touching her face, and it only took a moment to realize Maleficent was tying something around her eyes. She was blindfolded.
Regina opened her mouth to protest, but Maleficent stopped her with one finger to her lips. "Shhh. I'm not going to do anything drastic, just yet. But I can see how nervous you are, little one, and I want you to free your inhibitions and feel what I'm doing, and what I'm going to do to you."
Regina bit her bottom lip as she felt Mal step behind her and put her hands on her shoulders again, traipsing lightly over her hypersensitive flesh, over her shoulder blades, until they found the lace of her corset - the last thing covering her - and she knew it was about to be removed, as well.
And somehow, not being about to see what was happening, really did quell her nerves. It was easier being bare in front of this woman when she couldn't actually see her.
"My, my," Maleficent said, as she stepped back in front of Regina and pushed her remaining garments off of her. Even without being about to see, Regina could feel Maleficent's eyes roaming over her body. "You're positively exquisite. Just as I'd imagined. What a happy coincidence that you decided to turn up, isn't it?"
Regina swallowed, and attempted to answer, but she found her voice was completely lost to her.
"What's that?" Mal asked, her fingers stroking Regina's cheek again.
"I… I…" Regina wasn't even sure what exactly she was trying to say, she just felt like she needed to say something. Everything about this situation was foreign to her, and never in her life had she imagined this was what her first time would be like. She'd never felt so unsure of herself in her life.
"Let's go over the ground rules, shall we?" Maleficent suggested. "I think you will feel much more comfortable, when you know what I expect from you."
Regina nodded, eagerly, and was rewarded with a deep kiss on the lips before Maleficent continued.
"Good girl," Maleficent cooed. "So eager to please. I like that. Rule one: in this room, and in this castle, you will do as I say, without question, or you will be punished."
Regina drew in a sharp breath at that word, punished. She hadn't been punished since she'd lived at home with her mother, but something about the lilt in Maleficent's voice told her the punishment she had in mind for a possible transgression would be nothing like anything Regina had ever experienced before.
Sensing her trepidation, Maleficent leaned close to Regina's ear and whispered, "don't worry dear. I won't leave any lasting marks. I have no more interest in incurring the wrath of your King than you do."
Regina breathed a sigh of relief at that. Truthfully, she hadn't really thought of that, but now that Maleficent had brought it up, she was glad the older woman had considered that possibility. "Thank you," Regina mumbled.
"That brings us to rule two," Maleficent said, leaning back again, but keeping her hand firmly in place on Regina's chin. "In this room, you will address me as Mistress. You will speak only when spoken to, and you will answer me, in words, whenever I address you. Is that understood?"
"Yes Mistress," Regina replied, instantly. Maleficent was right: knowing what was expected of her was putting her at ease in this situation.
"Good girl. There is one exception to this rule. If anything we do becomes too much for you, then I would like you to speak up. I would like this arrangement to be mutually enjoyable for both of us, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, Mistress," Regina agreed.
"Very well, let's get started, shall we? We'll make a little magic, and if you're not too exhausted after, maybe I'll teach you a little magic," Maleficent teased, even though she knew there was no way they'd be starting any sort of magic lesson today. She had more important things to teach her new plaything first.
Before Regina could answer, Maleficent's lips were on hers again, more forceful this time, her fingers still gripping Regina's chin, and her tongue pressing for entrance into Regina's mouth. She'd never been kissed like this before - so rough, so demanding - but she found she quite liked it, which surprised her.
Within moments, both of Maleficent's hands had moved to her shoulders again, and this time she was slowing walking her backwards, her mouth never breaking contact with Regina's, until Regina felt the back of her legs hit the bed. In one swift motion, Maleficent pushed her backwards and she fell onto her back on the bed.
"Move back," Maleficent instructed, and as Regina shimmied herself back towards the head of the bed, she felt the dip in the feather mattress, and moments later, Maleficent's bare legs straddling her own. She wasn't sure when Mal had lost her own clothes, and she could only guess that had happened by magic, as the other woman crawled over her body.
Maleficent's mouth found Regina's again, briefly, before she broke off the kiss again and took Regina's right hand in her own, lifting her arm up over her head. Moments later, Regina felt the cold metal of the wrought iron cuff being clasped around her wrist, and Maleficent quickly followed suit with her left wrist.
"Struggle," Maleficent hissed, as she leaned back onto her heels, so she was sitting on Regina's thighs.
Regina hesitated for a moment, not quite sure what Mal meant, but she began pulling at the cuffs on her wrists, only to discover she was chained to the bed frame.
Maleficent smiled and leaned in close to Regina's ear. "Stop." Regina stopped, her heart racing as she felt Maleficent's breath on her ear. Moments later, the blonde spoke again. "You're mine now."
Regina inhaled sharply as Maleficent's mouth moved away from her ear and quickly found its way to her right nipple. Her right hand began kneading Regina's left breast as her tongue flicked and licked at her nipple. Ever single touch, Regina felt a shot of pure electricity to her core, and she could already feel her skin beginning to sweat.
Maleficent grinned as she moved her mouth away from the hardened peak of Regina's nipple, and replaced it with her fingers, giving a sharp pinch to each nipple at the same time, causing Regina to arch her back and let out a sharp hiss.
Maleficent moved back, moving one leg at a time between Regina's and pushing her thighs wide open with her hands. Without warning, she slid her fingers into Regina's wetness, causing the younger woman to gasp in surprise. Maleficent couldn't help but be pleased with how responsive Regina's body was to her, already, as she began to explore Regina's slick folds.
Before she even realized she was doing it, Regina felt her hips begin to move in tandem with Mal's fingers, as she felt unfamiliar feelings moving through her body. She hadn't known what to expect, but she certainly had never expected it to feel this good. Whenever she'd overheard the staff at the palace talking about sex, it had always sounded like they thought of it as a chore, and Regina had never given much thought to what she'd been missing.
She let out a low moan, deep in her throat, as she felt Mal slip one finger inside her, and speed up the motion of her other fingers. What she was experiencing now was nothing like what the staff had made sex seem like. She wasn't sure if it was because Mal was a woman, or if she was just really good at what she was doing, but it wasn't long before Regina was feeling an eruption of warm sensation, starting in her core and spreading out all the way to her fingers and her toes.
She was panting hard, as Mal slowed the motions of her fingers down. The sensation died down, and Regina regained control of her breathing, but forgot the rules she'd just been given: namely, the one where she wasn't supposed to speak.
"What was that?" Regina breathed, as Mal removed her finger from inside her. Regina pouted at the sudden loss of contact, but Mal crawled over her again, leaning in close to her ear once more.
"That, my dear, was an orgasm. I hope you enjoyed it, because I see a lot more of those in your future," Mal said, kissing Regina's earlobe for emphasis.
Regina nodded, finding herself at a loss for words again as she came down from the euphoric high and remembered exactly where she was: naked, and chained to a stranger's bed, completely at the mercy of one of the most powerful sorceresses in the entire realm.
"Now, my dear, did you forget what I told you about speaking out of turn?" Mal asked, her voice playful, but with a definite undertone of seriousness.
Regina nodded again. "Yes. I'm sorry Mistress," she said, hoping this transgression in the heat of the moment might be overlooked.
She guessed she should have known better than that.
"Are you? Well, unfortunately, sorry just doesn't work for me. You trespassed on my property and you disrespected me in my own bedchambers, even after I gave you such… pleasure."
Regina felt a whole new wave of arousal overtake her at that word, and she bit down hard on the insides of her cheeks to prevent herself from speaking out again.
"So, little one, I think it's time for part two of this particular magic lesson - the part where you learn what happens when you can't follow the rules."
To be continued….