A/N - Hey guys! Here's a long one and kind of a bit of a turning point at the very end. This is going to be the part that will start to bring this fic to a close so I hope you enjoy! Please, please review!
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Emma woke the next morning with a pounding headache. She rolled over and saw a small plate with two aspirin and a glass of water on her nightstand. I don't remember putting that there she thought. Actually, I don't really remember much after- Regina! The blonde suddenly remembered that Regina had called her the previous night. Emma sighed and took the aspirin, drinking more than she probably should given that her stomach was still very angry. Just then the door opened slowly and Henry walked into her room with a tray containing toast and orange juice.
"Henry? What the-? What are you doing here?" Emma asked, clearly very confused.
"Mom brought me here when I was sleeping last night. She said you were sick and she came to help you." The boy answered, walking over to place the tray on the bed in front of Emma. "Are you still sick?" He asked cautiously, obviously afraid to get too close in fear of catching whatever Emma might have. You can't catch a hangover, kid Emma snorted.
"I'll be ok." She answered.
"Mom told me to bring that in to you but to be quiet." Henry smiled. "I'm leaving though. School. I wanted to say goodbye before I left." He hugged Emma tightly before turning to leave.
"Kid?" Emma stopped him.
"Yeah, mom?"
"Is your mom still here?" She asked quietly.
"Yeah, she said she is going to wait for you to get up." Henry replied with a smile. Emma smiled back and with that, the boy left. Emma sighed and flopped back into the pillows. She rolled on her side, careful not to disturb the breakfast her son had eagerly brought her. She noticed the sheets on the other side of the bed were messed like someone had slept next to her. Regina must have stayed by her side all night. Her heart grew.
"Interesting choice in outfit." A familiar voice said, scaring Emma out of her daze. She rolled over to meet Regina's gaze.
"Yeah well I looked a hell of a lot sexier about twelve hours ago. It's Ruby's top" Emma quipped back.
"I'm sure you did, dear. And I assumed. It's not something I would imagine to find in either of your closets." Regina smirked, hinting towards the portion of the closet that the blonde now had at her own place. "How are you feeling?" She asked, her face falling into one of concern.
"You know that feeling when you get hit by a bus? Yeah, kinda like that." Emma leaned back into the pillows again.
"Well I called you off work today. I told David you had been up all night sick, which wasn't a lie." Regina moved to sit on the other side of the bed next to the blonde. Emma took in the way that the brunette moved, beautifully and with such purpose. Like every move of her body was carefully planned and thought out before hand. "Stop staring dear." Regina purred, smirking before settling down.
"Regina, I was such an ass to you. I was a dick. I'm so sorry." Emma took Regina's hand in her own, unable to meet the brunettes piercing gaze.
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Regina sighed heavily before responding.
"You were, as you so eloquently put it, an ass last night, yes. But it was just the alcohol talking, that wasn't you, dear." Regina placed a light kiss on Emma's cheek. "Besides, that isn't what I wanted to talk about." Regina became suddenly solemn.
"Regina look, I over reacted yesterday morning."
"No, babe, you didn't. I never should have went through your phone like that." Regina stared down at her hands in her lap, unable to meet the blonde's gaze. She went on, "I want you to know, it's not you that I don't trust. Please, I need you to believe that." She paused for a moment to choke back the salty tears that threatened to spill over.
"I do believe you." Emma whispered, grabbing Regina's hand and holding it in her own lap in a comforting gesture. Regina squeezed the younger woman's hand softly before continuing.
"I trust you whole heartedly, Emma. I do. It's other's that I don't trust. Especially that hook handed pirate." She finished. She had been waiting to say that, waiting for Emma to finally hear that and she hoped that the words she was speaking would get through to the blonde. Both women were quiet for some time. It was not an uncomfortable silence, though. Both woman sat lost in their own thoughts.
"It all just got out of hand. I forgive you. I'm not mad anymore. But you need to know," Emma slowly turned the brunette's head by her chin so that they sat staring into each other's eyes, "you will never have anything to worry about when it comes to Hook, or anyone else for that matter. I want you, Regina. Ok? Can we put this all behind us?" Emma asked finally. Regina visibly relaxed. She had been hoping to move past this and she was elated that Emma had felt the same. She leaned in and kissed Emma deeply, eliciting a moan from the blonde. "I'll take that as a yes." Emma whispered against Regina's lips before crashing lips together again. Before Regina could protest, Emma was straddling her hips. Their lips crashed together in wet, hot kisses. Their tongues worked magic in each other's mouths. Both women's breathing became erratic and wantonly. Regina's hands moved down the blonde's back to settle on her ass, squeezing gently with need. Before things went any further and clothing was removed, Regina pulled away.
"Shower and meet me at my house within an hour." She purred sultrily, her eyes hooded and pupils almost fully blown. With that, she magicked herself back home, leaving the blonde alone in her bed.
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Emma's head was swimming from what just happened, her core aching with lust and desire. She shook her head to clear it before pulling herself out of bed with the taste of the Mayor still on her tongue.
She hastily showered the previous night off of her. She stepped out and shivered slightly at the lack of warmth, quickly toweling off. She ran a brush through her hair and checked the time. She had just over twenty minutes to get to Regina's. She didn't want to find out what would happen if she were to be late. Emma brushed her teeth before swiftly heading back to her bedroom to pull on some clothes, not paying much mind to how she looked. I'm sure I won't be in these for long anyways! The thought of that making her wet already.
Emma drove faster than she probably should have but the hour was coming to a close and she was not going to piss of the Mayor so early in the day. She arrived just in time, climbing the front steps and knocked loudly so that the brunette would hear easily. The door opened and Regina stood before her in a skin tight emerald green dress that ended deliciously at the middle of her thigh. Hmm, a little shorter than Madam Mayor would normally be seen in, but who's complaining?!
"Are you going to stand there gawking all day, Miss Swan, or are you going to come inside?" Regina asked, her voice dripping with seduction. Emma shook her head slightly to snap herself out of it, raising her gaze from the V neckline of the other woman's dress- that accentuates perfect cleavage oh so nicely!- and met the Mayor's eyes.
"Regina. You look-"
"Amazing, yes I know Sheriff." Regina replied, clearly becoming irritated and impatient. "Now, if you aren't going to come in, dear, please remove yourself from my stoop!" She smirked. Emma chuckled lightly before crossing the threshold into the mansion. Regina closed the large door behind them and walked to where the blonde was standing awkwardly, awaiting instruction from the brunette. "Interesting clothing choice. Get dressed in the dark?" Regina smirked, fingering the hem of the blonde's navy blue hoodie. "And you couldn't even be bothered to dry your hair? You'll catch a cold walking around like that."
"Maybe if I had had longer than thirty-five minutes to shower, dress, and get my ass over here I could have chosen an outfit that would better please you, Madam Mayor." Emma quipped in response. She watched as Regina struggled to maintain a scowl when she so clearly was trying to prevent a smirk from crossing her lips. Emma smiled at the brunette's reaction, leaning back against the wall. Regina closed the distance between the two slowly, causing Emma to straighten with nervousness.
"Go down to the playroom. Wait for me there. You do remember how I expect to find you, don't you?" Regina's eyes sparkled darkly with something that Emma couldn't quite put her finger on. But she definitely wanted to explore it more.
"Yes, Mistress." Emma purred, eliciting a growl from the other woman. She turned and headed to the purple door, opening it slowly. She stole one last glance at the brunette, a smirk crawling across her lips before she descended the stairs. Once in the room, Emma stripped off all of her clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on the stand like she was shown. Looking around, she didn't know exactly where her Mistress would want her to be when she finally came down. She walked over next to the couch and kneeled, placing her hands on her thighs as she was instructed, and she waited. She heard the click clack of Regina's heels on the floor above her, judging by the pattern she deduced that the brunette had made her way to her study.
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Regina spent time in her study going over paperwork without being able to really focus on it. Her mind kept flashing to the blonde that waited oh so willingly in their playroom. But Regina wanted to make Emma wait. She wanted the anticipation to build and wanted to discover if the younger woman could follow instructions. So she sat at her desk, looking at the papers in front of her, arranging, and then rearranging the few items that sat atop the dark cherry desk.
Finally, the brunette decided she had waited long enough. It was hard, you know, denying herself what she wanted so badly for that long of a time. Regina wanted nothing more than to run down those stairs and take Emma in any which way she desired. But she practiced self-restraint and settled begrudgingly into her study instead.
Regina pushed herself up from her desk and made her way out of the room and down the marble hallway, pausing in front of that magnificent purple door. Regina swallowed. Why was she feeling nervous? She didn't know the answer but she also wasn't going to stand stupidly outside the door trying to figure it out. So she swallowed and took a deep breath, allowing her dominant personality to take over.
She swung open the door and made her way down the carpeted steps. She rounded the corner and her breath hitched at the sight. Emma kneeled so obediently next to the leather couch. Regina growled with approval, watching as a smile threatened at the corner of the blonde's lips. She was a good girl though and didn't allow the smile to form. An amazing pet indeed Regina mused.
"Miss Swan, you are most certainly a beautiful sight." Regina purred walking over to the blonde and placing a hand on her pale, soft shoulder.
"Thank you, Mistress." Emma replied without looking up.
"Up." Regina demanded. Emma rose and straightened her no doubt aching leg muscles. Regina grabbed the blonde's soft hand and tugged gently to pull her over to the wall containing crops, whips, rope, and other toys. "Choose one, dear." Green eyes shot up to meet brown.
"Y- you want me to pick?" Emma swallowed hard but her eyes glittered with something more. With excitement. Regina nodded and Emma turned her attention back to the wall, eyes gliding over every option before she pointed to one. A dark green crop.
"Mmm, fine choice, my pet." Grabbing the green crop from the wall, Regina felt the growing wetness in her panties become almost uncomfortable. She grabbed the rope off of the wall as well and led the way towards the middle of the room. Circling behind the nude woman she leaned in so that her mouth was next to Emma's ear, drinking in the sweet smell of her strawberry shampoo. "Are you nervous?" She whispered, her words dripping with lust, grinning when she sees the blonde shiver as a result. Emma closed her eyes and shook her head no. Taking a step back, regina straightened and spoke again. "Do you trust me, Emma?"
"I do." Emma responded. "Mistress."She added before Regina could correct her.
"Good. Give me your hands." Emma did as she was told. Regina took the blonde's left hand in hers first and raised it above her lithe, pale body. Threading the rope through one of the two circular loop hooks attached to the ceiling. Then she tied the rope to Emma's hand, tugging to make sure the blonde won't be able to get free. Emma's body shivered again as Regina scratched her nails down Emma's arm and her side. Moving to the younger woman's right, she secured that arm to the loop in the ceiling as well. She stepped back to admire the predicament that Emma was in. Her eyes hungrily took in every curve of the other woman's beautiful body, and the way Emma's drying curls swept ever so lightly across her mid back. "You really are a prize, Emma." She smiled before bringing the crop down on Emma's ass with a loud thwack.
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"Ah!" Emma cried out as her ass stung deliciously from the crop's assault. "Mmm" she moaned as the stinging started to subside. The blonde was not expecting that, which made it even more erotic. She grew wetter between her legs. She felt Regina place the crop at the small of her back, dragging it across Emma's skin and the brunette circled her prey. Emma's pupils became fully blown as a result of this little game they were playing. Stopping in front of the blonde, Emma held her gaze as she saw out of the corner of her eye, a flick of beautiful dark skin and the crop came down again on her hip the time. Emma hissed through her teeth, refusing to give Regina the satisfaction of her crying out again. Regina moved in, attacking the blonde's lips with her own, teeth pulling on Emma's soft pink lips. Emma gasped as Regina bit hard, and she could taste metal as Regina drew blood. Before Emma came out of the kiss induced daze, Regina stepped back and brought the crop down between Emma's legs, clearly aiming for Emma's clit.
"Ugh!" Emma choked out, her head flying back in ecstasy. Regina grinned darkly at the sight. She ran the crop along Emma's sex, causing the girl to moan out in pleasure.
"My my, Miss Swan. You are so wet." Regina growled, looking down at the glistening loop of the crop. She brought it up to Emma's mouth. "Clean it off." Regina demanded, her voice husky with lust. Emma obediently opened her mouth allowing the brunette to force the loop inside and she sucked it clean, tasting herself, never breaking eye contact. She watched as Regina's pupils grew.
Emma absolutely loved that she had this affect on the other woman. She never imagined being able to affect someone in such away. Sure, she knew she was hot, beautiful even. But being able to affect who she sees as the most sexy, gorgeous and unobtainable woman in the world, that drove Emma absolutely wild.
"Fuck!" She yelled as pain surged at her right breast. Emma's breathing quickened.
"Day dreaming will not be tolerated, Miss Swan." Regina's voice was stern.
"I- I was only thinking, Mistress. About you," Emma pleaded.
"Is that so?" Regina began circling the blonde again, her nails leaving angry red lines across alabaster skin. "What about me?" She purred.
"I was thinking about how crazy it is that a drop dead gorgeous, sexy woman, you, would want me." Emma answered honestly, averting her gaze to the floor.
"I want to explore that further with you, dear. But now is not the time nor place. And you should know, your loss of attention to the situation at hand will not go unpunished." Emma's eyes shot up, a split second of fear flashing before her gaze fell again.
"Yes, Mistress." She responded. Regina stood in front of the girl once more.
"I want you to tell me how many whacks you think you deserve." Regina's voice sounded cold, but Emma knew it was just part of the dominant persona she was wearing.
None! Emma thought, but wouldn't dare voice.
"Uh…Fifteen?" Was her answered.
"Are you asking me or telling me, Miss Swan?"
"T-telling, Mistress. Fifteen, please."
"I think fifteen is fair." Regina moved in close to Emma, who trembled slightly, her arms beginning to ache, hands tingling from falling asleep. She placed her hands on Emma's bare hips. "This is going to hurt, Emma. It will hurt but it will also subside. You need to be punished. I want you to count out loud after each whip, ok dear?" Emma nodded at Regina's words. The brunette stepped back and stood straight and began the crop's assault on pale skin. Emma's eyes squeezed shut. The pain was intense, more than the previous pain, but Emma was strong.
You can do this.
"One!"
Don't let her down.
"Two!"
This is how she wants it, Swan!
"Three!"
And you want it this way too.
"Ah! Four!" Emma's voice was growing louder as the crop was falling everywhere and anywhere. Emma felt her arousal growing with each whack. By the tenth her brain shut off and she was close to the edge.
The final blow was strategically placed on Emma's sex for the second time that day. This was all it took to send Emma flying over the edge, her body shaking with her orgasm and falling limp as she still hung from her wrists.
"Fifteen" Emma barely whispered when she found her voice again. She raised her eyes to look at Regina once more.
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Regina's panties were soaked with arousal from the show the two were putting on. When green eyes locked with hers, something inside her snapped. She needed to feel release. She lunged forward growling, releasing Emma from the rope restraints and crashing lips together. She couldn't get enough of Emma in that moment.
Emma yelped as Regina scooped her up bridal style, eliciting a giggle from the younger woman.
"Cliche, Mistress. I never pegged you as the type," Emma purred as Regina threw her down on the bed.
"Shut up." The brunette growled back, bringing her lips back down hard. Regina climbed on top of Emma, running her hands up pale skin forcing goosebumps to form. Both women's breathing became heavy with lust. "I have a challenge for you, my dear." Regina said sultrily.
"Oh yeah?" Emma's voice was husky. The brunette moved so her mouth was next to Emma's ear.
"I want you to make me come without using your hands." Regina purred. She watched as Emma's eyes flashed with deviousness, a wicked grin grew on the blonde's pink lips and Regina swallowed hard. She knew she was in for a ride.
"Yes Mistress." Emma purred before hastily grabbing the brunette and flipping them over so that she straddled her Mistress's hips. With a flick of her wrist, Regina's clothes were gone, startling the blonde for only a moment.' Emma began making her torturing descent down her smooth olive skin. Kissing, nipping, sucking as she went. Regina's mind swarmed with pleasure. Emma could make her feel things she had never felt before.
"Oh fuck!" She cried out as velvet tongue slowly drew up the length of her sex. Regina's hips bucked against the blonde. Her moans became more frequent as Emma's tongue flicks expertly over her clit repeatedly. She was close, so close, and she couldn't stop from writhing with pleasure. Suddenly, Emma was up and their naked bodies were pressed flush against one another. Emma kissed Regina and she could taste herself lingering in the blonde's mouth.
"I'm not done with you yet." Emma growls into dark hair, biting down on Regina's shoulder causing her to hiss.
"Well, I would sure hope not. You haven't completed your task." Regina responds breathily. Emma positions herself so that her thigh is pressed hard against the other woman's core. "Mmm" Regina moaned as the blonde began grinding against her cruelly. Regina raised her leg slightly so that Emma's sex was pressed against her as well.
"Shit!" Emma called out, her upper half collapsing against the brunettes. Both women continued like that, writhing and grinding together, panting heavily into each other's ears. Their bodies were slippery with perspiration and both were moaning incessantly.
Minutes later both women began to shake, reaching their climax at the same time. Emma collapsed next to Regina on the bed.
"Fuck." The blonde breathed, still panting.
"Yeah" Regina responded, still feeling the bliss of the orgasm she just endured. She watched as Emma rolled over onto her side to face her, propping her head on her hand. The blonde then brushed damp hair off of Regina's face. The brunette had never had someone make such a kind gesture before and she wasn't sure how to feel about it.
"Regina?"
"Yes, dear?"
"I love you."