a/n: okay, massive warning ahead. this chapter is definitely M rated throughout. sub/dom smut.
did not check grammer/spelling/tense before posting so i can only apologise.
YOU WERE WARNED.
Enjoy... ;)
Emma x

That afternoon I drove back to my home, itching all the way back like I had ants in my pants. The stupidly glorious wrapped package of undergarmental goodness sat on the passenger seat of my bug and I couldn't stop looking at them every time I stopped at the traffic lights. Regina had bought them for me. Me. And damn, that meant I had to parade them around to her at some point in the near future. Actually, I could probably do it tomorrow. My grip tightened considerably on the steering wheel as I pulled up onto the curb of my property. The sky was a nice salmon colour with bits of bright orange near the setting sun. I slammed the door closed, hid the bag in the folds of my jacket and stomped my way up the damn steep ass driveway, collecting the post on the way.

"Henry… you alive," the screen door banged shut as I dropped my keys into the fruit bowl and flicked off my converse.

There was a groan from the general direction of the couch. I noticed a large Henry-shaped lump of mismatched blankets curled up, spooning a fluffy pillow.

"Barely…" he moaned. Shit. My mother instincts kicked in and I sat down next to him, dragging my heavy son onto my lap. Henry went full on koala mode and wrapped his arms around my neck and nuzzled me.

"Okay, something is definitely wrong if you're showing this much affection," I joked as I stroked his back soothingly and almost gasped when his flaming hot forehead connected with my cheek, "shit kid," I rested the back of my hand against his forehead and cringed.

"How long have you been feeling like this?" I slowly rocked him back and forth like how I used to when he was four. My fingers played with his hair as his breath steadied against my neck.

"Since…since period five…I asked for you at the staffroom but they…said you were with Regina," he mumbled, yawning. Shit, parenting one oh one, never ditch your kid for a hectic make out session with the hot principal. I cringed internally.

"Yeah, sorry kid; you should've texted me or something,"
"No phones at school," he giggled as I slapped him softly on the shoulder,

"Whatever Mr Smarty-Pants; if it's an emergency, you should text me next time, okay?"

"Yes Mum," he smiled and leaned back, his back hitting the couch, leaving him taking up the whole dang couch with his legs crossed on my lap. I seriously needed a bigger couch.

"You're going to have the day off tomorrow good sir, but you are to stay in bed and sleep, got it?"

I picked his legs up off my lap and patted his thigh as he nodded into the pillow.

Damn it, Regina was right. My ass looked fabulous in this underwear and I was totally unaware my boobs were capable of being perkier. Fuck yeah. I stared at myself proudly in my massive full length mirror. Regina will be drooling the moment I stepped into her office like this. Stepped? Wait. I destroyed my wardrobe to find the one of the many pairs of 'fuck me' heels I owned. Hell fucking yeah. That's how one should step. Tomorrow I'll wake up earlier just so that I could look my complete and utter hottest. Regina won't know what hit her. I giggled to myself as I checked the time; 8:48p.m. Ah shit, Henry was still passed out on the couch but I guess he's sick so he should be fine there. I quickly stripped off the beautiful set off of my body and folded them delicately like they were strips of gold. I mean, I was only wore them for less than five minutes, I guess they were still okay for tomorrow? I sniffed my bra and it still smelt freshly-store bought. Oh well.

Yes, I may be a morning person but this was just hell. Who gets up at six in the morning? I mean, what regular person does, who's not trying to impress their hot boss? Jesus.

I peeled myself out the sheets of my bed and threw myself into the shower.
Life is so much better in the shower.

Okay, shower completed, outfit chosen, and I had checked that my son is still moderately alive on the couch. Excellent start to the morning and it wasn't even seven. It was pretty cute to think that Regina was the only one capable of pulling off the sexy teacher look. Did I have a low messy bun? Yes, did I have a white blouse? Yes and a high waisted pencil skirt? Hell yeah. I threaded a thin grey belt through the belt hoops as I awkwardly got myself into my heels. Walking in heels wasn't a problem, it was the getting into them and out of them that was the trouble. My self-confidence was through the roof and I even sauntered into the kitchen to see if I still had it. Oh yes, I still got it.

Henry grunted good morning and wriggled himself further into the pile of blankets. I left a half used sheet of Panadol and a huge glass of water for him on the coffee table.

Today was going to be good, even though my son is probably dying from cold from hell but nonetheless, I could feel it was going to be good.

And I was right.

No sub classes and hell the entire administration was sympathetic when I told them Henry would be home for the day. Even Malory, Regina's bitchy little personal secretary was nice to me. But the moment I stepped into the official school grounds wearing my attire, I didn't feel too great when I had quickly obtained the stares of the entire male population of Story Brooke College; ah yes, the little downside that I completely forgot about; men. I mean the outfit wasn't as risqué as Regina's previous attempt at sexy school teacher, I mean, my skirt was just at my knees and the buttons of my top were done up. The other staff just turned a blind eye. Ruby high fived me and applauded me while Mary Margaret just seethed from a distance, jealous that that she hadn't thought of doing this with David.

I hadn't seen Regina yet and it was first lunch, but my luck changed when the staffroom phone rang. My desk happened to be almost right next to it so I was the unofficial phone answerer,

"Cheers for calling the sickest staffroom in existence, which member of extreme excellence requires your attention?"

Yeah, I was definitely official in my business but I think the administration had given up on chastising me for my improper answering techniques. I twirled the cord in between my fingers as the person on the end sighed loudly. Shit, it was Regina.

"Ms Swan, how many times have we told you to answer the phone in the main staffroom as 'main staffroom, who do you require?'"

"Yeah but what fun is that?" I snorted as I motioned to the other staff in the room that it was simply Regina.

"What if I happened to be a parent Emma? What would they think?"

Stupidest question in the history of questions,

"That, uh, you've hired the coolest bunch of people in the world, duh,"

Regina made a noise that sounded like she was already completely fed up with me and it wasn't even midday. I caught on quickly,

"Would you like me to come and have lunch with you?" I whispered.

"Preferably, after you've grown up dear, but yes please".

Our shared lunchtimes usually consisted of locking the door and brutally making out until the bell rang for class. But today was different. Regina didn't know it, but I sure as hell did. I was wearing my super excellent underpants and 'fuck me' heels.

I sauntered down the main corridor that lead up to Regina's office on the right. I made a damn point of clicking my heels. I never wore heels to work and Regina freaking knew that. She didn't look up as I leaned up against the doorframe, making sure my skirt was now properly above my knees and hanging out around my upper thighs. Fucking hell yeah, she was wearing my favourite dress of hers; the slate grey one that hugged all her curves deliciously.

"Malory, I'm sorry, I'm already booked for lunch…" Regina flicked through some papers on her desk, staring intently at them through her glasses.

"Aw what a shame Ms Mills, I had something delectable to share with you," I put on my sweetest voice and twirled a loose strand of my blonde hair. I prayed to God that she remembered the conversation yesterday afternoon about the word 'delectable'.

Her head snapped up at record speed.

"Emma, I…" she licked her lips and took in every detail of my fabulous outfit, "just…wow,"

I said nothing as I edged in, closing the door behind me firmly and flicking the lock. Regina was frozen and I didn't take my eyes off her as I closed the blinds and we were dropped into almost complete darkness. The shadows that danced on Regina's facial features were soft and I could see how her pupils dilated and her breathing quickened.

"Push your chair out," I hissed. Regina did just that. Her fingers curled over the edge of the chair's armrest in anticipation.

"Now, I don't have class until an hour after lunch so I'm going to take my sweet time with you Regina,"

I hadn't really thought this out at all so I just went with whatever felt natural, and right now, natural felt like hopping up onto Regina's desk, splitting my legs and putting her hand up my shirt with her face frightfully close to the apex of my thighs.

I pinned one of Regina's roaming arms in between the curve of my heel,

"I want to play a game Head Mistress," I cooed as I slowly unbuttoned the first few buttons of my straining shirt.

"And what game would that be, Ms Swan?" Her throat was hoarse and that made this two hundred times hotter.

"Have You Ever, Emma Swan edition,"

"We, I, don't have any alcohol,"

Was that all she could muster? Fuck, I must be really turning her on.

"That's okay, Emma Swan addition doesn't require alcohol, I ask all the questions and it's just the removal of clothes," I pinged at the bra strap that had somehow appeared on Regina's shoulder. She was a woman of class and to see something her all hot and bothered like this, really, really made me happy.

"Okay," Regina's eyes were already mentally undressing me.

"Hmm," I put a heel on either armrest and leaned my knees together. Regina's free hands ran up and down my calf and slightly up higher to my thighs, "have you ever…kissed a girl?"

I thought it'd be best to start slightly innocent and work my way up to darker, more delicious things later on.

Regina groaned and removed one single shoe from her stockinged foot as I took off my fancy necklace.

"Ever had sex with a girl?"

She didn't take her eyes off me as she took off her other shoe and placed it precariously next to the other one. I unbuttoned my entire shirt but took out my hair fully. The curls splayed down my back and over my shoulders.

"Have you ever…" this one was a doozy; I wanted to see her reaction because it'd be perfect, "have you ever masturbated to the idea of me?"

Regina halted her exploring hands, "yes,"

Well fuck me sideways, I was not expecting that answer. I mildly hoped for it, but I didn't think I'd actually get it.

"...Yes, I have," She twisted her hands up behind her back and undid her necklace as well. Regina Mills had masturbated to me. Jesus Christ, it was like Christmas came early.

"You?" she asked ever so innocently. I wasn't going to lie. I cocked my head to the side and spilt my legs slightly,

"What? Masturbated to you…? Yeah, yeah I have," I ripped my shirt clean off my shoulders and chucked it on the floor behind me. Regina was on me the moment I swivelled around back to face her. Her fingers grasped at my skin, trying to pull me flush against her as her mouth practically destroyed mine in the process. Note to self, how to turn on Regina Mills, admit you got yourself off to the idea of her. Regina inhaled deeply against my skin as she bit and kissed my neck,

"Ms Swan, telling me that little trinket of information has me aroused than you standing naked in front of me, ever will,"

That was mildly offensive, and terribly hot, and definitely a Regina Mills kind of statement.

"Good, because I haven't finished yet," I grabbed Regina's face between my hands and pulled her softly against my own lips, just to chuck her off balance from angry sex mode. My tongue trailed against her lips and I quickly let her free. Regina's eyes were wide and frenzied and holy shit, her perfect lipstick was smudged. It was so hot. I heard a low growl from the back of her throat but she managed to keep herself controlled.

"Now, it's time to get a little darker with the questions…" Regina whispered as she tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. I drew a finger over my lips and exhaled into my open mouth.

"Ever been tied up?"

I unbuckled my belt and threw it onto the ever-growing pile of discarded clothes, "and I loved it,"

"Ever donned leather?"

One earring was out.

"…Ever used a whip?"

Fuck, the other earring.

"Ever played dominant?"

I slipped the skirt over my hips without even standing up.

"Ever played submissive?"

Ah ha, hell no. I winked at her as I sat dressed only in my underwear and heels. She grinned at me mischievously,

"Oh dear, I'm going to change that very quickly,"

When I thought she meant 'quickly' I thought she meant, like next week. Not now. And right now I was on my fucking knees with my hands tied behind my back by a spare blue computer cord Regina had handy. She held my belt loosely between her fingers, making a point of trailing the cold steel buckle down in between my shoulder blades as she circled me. The bell had gone ages ago and Regina ducked out for quick second to alert the admin that I'd apparently gone home to look after Henry and would require a sub for my last class of the day. Oh, such lies.

"Hmm, never been submissive then dear?" she cooed as she stopped right behind me, leaning forward, pressing her boobs into my back.

"No Ma'am,"

Regina huffed in content at my response.

"I'll have you know, I can be a brutal mistress, but that's what you want isn't it Emma? Because you need to be punished,"

I bit my tongue to silence my stupid witty remark. I rolled my eyes as Regina entered my line of sight. Whoops, probably not the best idea. She snarled and wrapped the belt around my neck; guiding the tip of the belt through the buckle then she pulled hard. Actually, that was a pretty damn good idea.

Regina tightened and stood behind me again. At some point, I fell backwards to sit on my legs folded beneath me. Apparently Regina was not going to have this because she stepped onto both of my ankles with her silky foot and yanked the belt upwards. I yelped as I shot upwards, my back curved inwards and my eyes looking straight up to a smirking Regina. She tutted and ran her fingernail down over my slightly protruding spinal cord. That finger trailed around to my front and flatted out to a full palm. Regina cupped my boob and gave it a good squeeze before falling down to her knees in between mine, behind me. I could feel her stockings rub against my calf muscles. She yanked the belt again and I fell slightly backwards and was flush against the ruthless Principal.

I felt her perked nipples in my back and her breath on the back of my neck as her other free hand trailed feverishly down the front of my stomach, heading towards my flashy set of underwear. To top it all off, Regina was definitely grinding her front into my butt. I tried to pull myself off her just to see what she'd do and Jesus Christ, she wrapped her arm around my waist and pulled me back against her and slipped her fingers down into the front of my panties. She didn't wait at rubbing with her thumb and sticking two fingers inside me. I instinctively bucked against her hand and in one fluid motion; she pulled herself out of my pussy and shoved me forwards so my chest hit the carpeted floor with a thud.

"Ow, what the hell," Regina pressed one foot against the base of my neck and dipped the other end of the belt up and down once again on my spine. She flicked the belt and it cracked across my pale flesh. Holy shit, I was unhappy at being submissive but Jesus, having Regina do this to me was ecstasy.

"I have a meeting in twenty minutes and I'd like to be done with you troublesome human being in ten, got it?"

I couldn't tell if she was being serious or not but I bloody hoped this next ten minutes would be the best ten minutes of my goddamn life.

"Now…" Regina stood up, and with one finger on the crown of my head, circled me until she was in front of me. I was so turned on from power hungry Regina that if she didn't sate me now, I'd probably scream. I kept my eyes trained on the intricate design of the carpet until I heard material swish against skin. I lifted my head expectedly and Regina slammed it back down. She laughed softly and menacingly. There was a clipping noise and Regina placed one foot underneath my chin and twitched it slightly. I looked up and purred in enjoyment. Regina's dressed with hitched up around her hips but that wasn't what had me. She had a damn black lace garter belt that clipped onto thigh-high stockings. Jesus fucking Christ, I was practically melting. Her eyes darkened as her own fingers slipped into her panties and pulled the material away from her centre.

"You've been so obeying Emma; I think you deserve a treat," I eyed off her gleaming centre like a fucking vulture.

"Go on, have a taste dear," she tightened the belt around my throat and pulled me up,

"Taste it,"

I put one hand onto each ass cheek and buried my face into her. She moaned loudly and dipped her fingers into her mouth. She tasty like fucking heaven and hell mixed together because I knew I shouldn't be doing this submissively but damn it, I was eating her out in her goddamn office. I could feel her clenching tightly around my strong tongue. She was going to come soon and shoved my mouth harder into her pussy.

"Emma…Emma, I can't…" she gasped and threw her head back hard against the stone wall, "Fuck, Emma"

"Yes Mistress?"

"I need to, I need to…" We both knew what she was trying to say but I quickened the pace by putting a single finger inside her as well as my tongue.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Regina bit down on her bottom lip as she tumbled over the edge into my mouth. With her fingers knotted in my hair, she finally rode out her orgasm on my stiff tongue.

Regina was quick with putting the room back into order. She threw my clothes at me while she yanked her dress back down her hips and straightened her desk. Her hair was still messy as fuck but she whipped out a small hand mirror from her drawer and fixed her appearance which meant new lipstick, much to my displeasure. She grinned at me and snaked her hand around my waist as I zipped up my skirt. Regina kissed me deeply,

"That was wonderful. I daresay we should do it again sometime Ms Swan," she winked.

"Your birthday's coming up babe, who knows what'll happen," she cupped my face and kissed me softly. It was a nice contrast to her usual maniac behaviour when it came to making out.

"I'm looking forward to it. Anyway dear, use the backdoor, the office already thinks you're at home with Henry," She pecked a kiss on my cheek in between each word and smacked my ass as I tiptoed out down towards the back entrance.

I hate to admit it, but I think I fancied Regina a hell a lot more than I originally planned.

a/n: oh you got that chapter was good?
well my delightful readers, it's not even Regina's birthday...
*turns hose on* merry christmas motherfuckers ahahaha