Addendum: Trigger Warning! BDSM scenario, alludes to spanking.
Notes: If you are or know who the original artist of the image that inspired this fic is, please let me know do I can give credit. Also a huge thanks to Jazzybabe10 for being an awesome beta!
Fun Fact: You may have caught this by now but in every chapter I have at least one reference to a SQ fan fiction or fan fiction author that I have read and enjoyed thoroughly. Some of my hints are obvious, others are not. Easter Eggs my friend!
Chapter Four
Though it was winter outside and she was trapped in a dungeon cell; Emma Swan was sweating. She shook her head and curled to face the wall. The taut canvas of her cot slid against its metal frame and squeaked like it always did whenever she shifted positions. Emma rested her forehead against a smooth patch on the wall and let it cool her down. She breathed in and out to calm the rapid pulsing sensations, both in her rib cage and below. She closed her eyes, tried to wipe away the last remnants of the dream from her memory. It was pointless.
'Silencio.' The Warden had whispered in the dream.
Emma's nails dug into her palm in her closed fist. She couldn't stop the barrage of images. Of blood red nails on pale flesh, the echos of a sultry moan, and the feel of warm breath ghosting over her cheek.
She was clad only in her underwear, bent over a table in the middle of the room, arms above her head and chained at the wrist. Emma struggled to look over her shoulder. There stood The Warden, mask in place, wearing little else. Her outfit was all black leather and deep green lace. The Warden made a show of ignoring Emma as she slowly examined her tools. The wall behind Emma was adorned with an array of frightful medieval looking objects. Emma gulped. The Warden squeezed and released a rather intimidating metal clamp, considered it for a moment, then put it back on the shelf.
There was a building excitement at war with Emma's sensibility. The Warden bent down, allowing Emma ample view of her shapely rear, and picked up a a medium sized paddle. The jailor weighed the wooden plank in her hand and swung it through the air. Emma flinched as the gust of wind created by the paddle met her bare skin.
"I do hope you're as strong you claim to be, Miss Swan," The Warden purred, suddenly at her side, "because I'm going to enjoy breaking you."
Emma bit down on her fist to stifle her groan then she turned to lay on her back again. She rested her head on her folded up sweater and put her hand behind it to prop it up for better neck support. Soon the realization sank in that she hadn't had a dream that intense featuring anyone except Regina Mills before.
Sure there had been other crushes, other sex dreams as well, but none of them compared to her first crush. Until now. Emma's stomach lurched at the thought. No this wasn't a crush it was just lust.
Lust and the fact that she'd been single since Mulan broke up with her for Aurora last year. She was not going to freak out about... whatever the hell had just happened. She was going to forget it and pretend the dream had been about someone else. Katie Bell or Hermione Granger or hell even Ruby would work at this point.
The Warden had called Emma an 'insipid fool' and left very abruptly after Emma accused her of lying about Madame Regal, which wasn't suspicious at all. That was yesterday though she couldn't be sure; telling time was tricky in a dungeon. Emma had run their entire encounter in her mind over and over yet she couldn't figure out what had The Warden so freaked out about Madame Regal. One thing was for sure, Emma couldn't ignore her gut instinct, that woman was hiding something and it was big.
"If this Madame Regal of yours is so amazing then why are you so willing to give her up?" The Warden whispered to her, the real one this time. She was back. The Death Eater had just charged in and magically chained her to the wall. Her behavior was so domineering that Emma had to remind herself that she wasn't asleep.
Emma opened her mouth to speak but then shut it immediately. She couldn't think of an answer, she looked down and bit her tongue gently. She had to think of something fast.
The Warden took a step closer, "Not so chatty any more hmm?" Emma furrowed her brow; somehow she could tell that the older woman was smiling behind that creepy mask. "Perhaps, it's because you have run out of lies to tell."
Whenever Emma's mother wanted information she would do just this; 'Knowing Silence', her father had called it with an unpleasant shudder. Emma remembered once during the holidays when she'd accidentally broken her mothers favorite Yew Wood Longbow, Snow had fished the entire story from a guilt ridden Emma by just sitting and waiting patiently.
"Cat got your tongue?" The Warden taunted but Emma just turned her head and acted as if there was something invaluably more interesting than the woman in front of her. It took a gargantuan amount of effort considering the tight and revealing dress the woman was wearing.
She felt The Warden's stiff fingers pressing at her cheek, "Look at me." She hissed, forcing Emma to face her again. Apparently The Warden did not like being ignored. With this new information at hand Emma stared past The Warden.
As Emma had predicted, this only made her angrier. 'Good', she thought, 'when people are angry they mess up'
"Speak to me." Another whispered demand.
Emma pursed her lips together until they were a thin line.
"Emma." The Warden warned.
At this Emma blinked and locked eyes with the older woman, "Well that's interesting." She said finally.
"What?" The Warden did little to hide her irritation.
"I never told any of you my name." The Gryffindor revealed adopting a triumphant grin. Emma could see the woman's eyes narrow beneath her mask.
A moment passed between them and then the Warden let out a low chuckle. "You think that proves anything?" She let go of Emma's face and folded her arms under her breasts. This action only served to push them up more, Emma tried not to whimper. "Oh, Miss Swan you're going to have to do better than that." The Death Eater continued, "The Swans and the Whites are pure blood families; I've known your name since before you were even born. You and your parent's charred faces are on a tapestry hanging in my living room." Emma swallowed at the imagery but said nothing. "Of course I know your name." The Warden finished.
Emma could tell that was definitely not a lie. "Okay, but still, I've been thinking." Emma informed The Warden, "And I have a theory."
The older woman tilted her head to the side. Emma continued with the thoughts that had kept her up last night after her unsettling erotic dream.
"I think I know you." Emma said and nodded to herself when she saw the other woman's shoulders tense for a moment. "Now I think I'm right."
The Death Eater set her hands on her hips, "What makes you think that?"
"If I didn't know what your pretty little face looked like, then you wouldn't wear a mask around me." Emma claimed victoriously.
The older woman scoffed, "Or maybe I'm scarred beyond recognition." she deadpanned.
"Are you?" Emma asked.
The Warden nodded once, "I am scarred."
Emma clenched and released her fists, her hands were starting to tingle and fall asleep from being elevated for so long. "Okay that's true..." She admitted. "But what about this! If I didn't know what your voice sounded like then you wouldn't have to whisper your little sweet nothings to me all the time."
The Warden rolled her eyes, "Sweet nothings?" Emma shrugged. She knew she was being cheeky but she couldn't help it. The older woman sighed and pulled out a silver pocket watch. She casually opened it, glanced at the clock face then snapped it shut. "I'm wasting my time with you. You don't know anything."
"Oh I know plenty!" Emma could sense her captor was about to leave and felt she had to prolong this encounter. "I know who Madame Regal is remember?" She bluffed for the umpteenth time.
The Warden was already moving towards the door, "How could I possibly forget? You won't shut up about it. Good night Miss Swan." She said it so softly Emma almost didn't hear her.