Chapter 10

Emma stood on Regina's stoop, one index finger on her door buzzer, the other aimed at her temple as a mock pistol barrel. What was the blonde doing here? She'd promised herself she wouldn't come.

The door opened to the annoyed scowl of a cranky redhead. "Regina!" Regina's mother turned and screamed into the house. "Another one of your freaks is here!"

This woman really knew how to make Emma's confidence wither away to nothing. Regina emerged from behind the door. She didn't say a word, but the look she gave Emma—like she was the vilest piece of shit on the planet—had the blonde's confidence boosted back in an instant. Regina opened the door wider and turned, stalking toward the sanctum, her full hips rocking side to side with each step.

Panting, Emma followed.

"Close the fucking door, Maynard! You're letting out the AC," Regina's mother yelled. How had that woman given birth to the luscious, sensual creature that was Regina?

Emma closed the door and followed Regina into the sanctum. Regina had slid the door closed, startling the blonde. When Emma turned to look at her, she locked it. Regina's eyes were as cold as arctic steel. Emma didn't know if she was actually pissed at her or if it was all an act. Its source didn't matter. Regina's glare made the blonde's panties soak through uncomfortably in her jeans.

Her gaze unwavering, Regina backed her into a corner. She slid her riding crop under the hem of Emma's T-shirt and lifted it a few inches. Regina's eyebrows rose, and she didn't have to tell the blonde what she wanted twice. Emma peeled her T-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Regina lashed her across the belly, and Emma's entire body jerked. The tip of her crop disappeared into the waistband of the blonde's jeans. Regina slid it further down, along the entire length of Emma's pussy, and then pulled the crop free. Again she raised her eyebrows at the blonde, but said nothing.

Shuddering, Emma released her fly and pulled her skin tight jeans down her legs. Regina didn't strike her for obeying her. Just continued to stare at the blonde and wait. What did she want?

"Regina?"

She shoved a ball into Emma's mouth and fastened the gag around her head. Emma had told her last night that her didn't like to be gagged. When she lifted her hands to release the gag's buckle. Regina turned and strode away in that prowling cat walk she'd perfected. Emma lowered her hands, the gag still in place, and watched the darker woman move toward the table where her whips and paddles rested from least to most vicious in a neat line. Regina set the riding crop down, third in line, after a small paddle and a larger wooden one, and selected her fourth tool—three whips on a short handle. Regina glanced over her shoulder and gave the clothes still on the lower half of Emma's body a pointed look.

Did she want her naked? Would she hit Emma if she did what the other woman wanted?

Emma pulled off her boots and shucked her pants, kicking them aside. Wearing nothing but her socks, she waited. Regina smiled at her coldly and sashayed her way back in her direction. She turned Emma to face the wall. The blonde felt the cool leather of the three whips slide sensually over her naked back, buttocks, between her legs to tease her clit, her asshole, up her back again to her shoulders. Regina lashed her once, twice, between the shoulder blades. Sweet, sweet agony. Emma's womb stomach tightened in anticipation. Regina didn't give her more though. Something cold wrapped around Emma's neck and tightened just short of choking her. A collar? Was Regina really that determined to treat her like a fucking dog? The dark-haired woman leaned against Emma's back, the luscious globes of her breasts pressing into the blonde's flesh. Regina slid the tails of her whip up and down Emma's belly. Whenever the ends of the lashes brushed the blonde's clit, she tensed. Concentrating on sensation, Emma relaxed. She didn't even notice the cuffs attached to her collar until Regina had her left wrist immobilized in one.

Emma grabbed the collar's fastening with her free hand. She'd had enough of this. Regina had no right to-

The darker woman's whip cracked against her ass. Emma went still, relishing the pain. Oh yes. That's what she needed. Regina struck her again and again until the blonde went limp against the wall, her face pressed into the padding. That's when Regina secured Emma's free hand to the other cuff attached to her collar. Now that the dark-haired woman had both Emma's hands trapped and useless, she grabbed the blonde roughly by the collar and turned her to face her.

"You do not treat me with disregard," Regina growled.

Emma's brow furrowed with confusion. Disregard? What did the other woman mean?

"I am in control."
Yeah, fine, she was in control. Was she going to hit Emma some more?
Regina fastened a leash to the blonde's collar and tugged her out of the corner. Emma's first instinct was to fight. She struggled to repress that urge as Regina pulled her down to the floor on her knees. Emma stared venom at the other woman for treating her this way.

Regina stood over her, gazing down with confusion in her pretty brown eyes. "You really don't like this do you? To be treated like a dog?"
Emma shook her head.

"Huh. I thought you were just putting on a tough girl act. It really is just the pain you want."
I tried to tell you that, Emma wanted to yell, but couldn't because Regina had gagged her.

"Do you want me to free you?"

Emma nodded.

"Too bad. You need to be taught a lesson."

Why? The blonde tried to say. It came out as a muddled sound deep in her throat.

"You made me submit to you and then the minute you finished getting off, you discarded me. You wouldn't even come in my mouth."

The tears in Regina's eyes totally threw Emma for a loop. She hadn't discarded the darker woman. Emma couldn't even think of anything but her all day. Not even when she should have been worrying about Neal's injury and recovery. And the blonde had just assumed Regina wouldn't want Emma to come in her mouth. Emma had pulled back as a courtesy, not as a part of some stupid dominance game. Why was Regina twisting everything around?

"I hate you for making me feel like this," Regina said.

She shoved Emma down on her back.

"This needy, stupid, totally mixed up weakling is not me, Emma." She glared at the blonde. "You will come in my mouth this time. Do you understand?"

Emma was strangely glad Regina had gagged her at that point, because she would have laughed at the other woman's demands. Silly woman. Regina didn't have to restrain her for that. Emma nodded obediently to make her happy. Or herself happy, the blonde wasn't sure which.

Regina lowered her head and sucked Emma's clit into her mouth. The blonde's body jerked in response. One of Regina's fingers slipped inside of Emma. The dark-haired woman remembered their rhythm and used it relentlessly, as she sucked her and added another finger. Emma groaned against her gag, her hands tightening into fists in her restraints. This much pleasure couldn't be right. Emma closed her eyes and let the feelings consume her. The heat. The friction. Slick. Moist. Pulling at her. Pulling. The blonde's orgasm approached within minutes. Something about Regina dominating her and then admitting that the blonde made her weak pushed Emma to the edge of bliss quickly. Her body tightened with inevitable release, and Regina cracked her flail hard against her lower belly. Emma erupted in her mouth with a strangled cry, her muscles rigid as she let go of everything for a few moments of blissful surrender. Regina allowed the blonde's fluids to fill her mouth before she swallowed. Emma lay there, trembling in the aftermath, trying to catch her breath by sucking air through her nose. Regina lifted her head and stared at the blonde for a few minutes. "I have another lesson for you."
If this lesson was anything like the first, Emma was more than ready to learn.

Regina went to her table and returned with a black cloth sack. She slipped it over Emma's head. The room was tinted black as the blonde stared through the gauzy material. She could see just fine, and she could breathe. Emma realized Regina couldn't see her face like this. Was that her purpose? So she didn't have to look at Emma?

"Stay," Regina said, before leaving Emma lying there on the cold floor, her leash lying loose beside her. The blonde tilted her head and watched Regina walk into the second room of her sanctum. She returned a moment later with a big, muscular man on a leash. He was hooded, but otherwise unrestrained.

"Kneel, loser," Regina growled at the man.

"Yes, Your Majesty." He dropped to his knees, bent over her boots, and rubbed his leather-encased face over her feet and ankles with feverish reverence.

He noticed Emma lying naked-with-socks on the floor and glanced up at his dominatrix in question.

"Don't look at me directly."

He averted his gaze.

"We're going to show this misbehaving slave the proper way to respect her mistress. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Regina ran his leash through a metal loop in the floor and pulled until his face was pressed against the ground. On his knees with his shoulders on the floor, and his ass sticking straight up in the air, Loser's balls and dick swung freely beneath him.

"Hold," Regina said and handed him his own leash. He held himself in that position while Regina went to retrieve the thick rectangular paddle from the table. She returned to Loser and stepped on the back of his neck with one boot.

"How many do you want?"
"Five."

"Only five? What are you? A fucking pussy? Say it."

"I'm a pussy."

"How many do you want?"

"Six, six. Please, Your Majesty."

Regina drew her arm back and hit his ass with a resounding crack. Hes flesh distorted to the shape of the paddle then settled back into place, a bright red shade. He grunted in pain. The Evil Queen drew her arm back again and hit the guy's ass in the exact same spot. This time he cried out hoarsely. Emma stared up at Regina, watching her relish her power as she smacked her slave's ass a third time. A fourth. Loser, or whatever the hooded man's name was, whimpered in anguish, but did not call for mercy. And his cock had grown harder with each strike. Emma could feel herself reacting as well. Not from watching man's pain. From seeing the absolute joy on Regina's face as she gave this man exactly what he wanted. Loser didn't deserve her attention. And neither did Emma.

After the sixth strike, Regina removed her foot from the back of Loser's head and rubbed his red ass with one hand. "Do you want more?"

"Plug me, Your Majesty. Please. Please."

"I don't think you screamed loud enough to be plugged."
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty." He gasped, literally in tears. "I'll do better. Three more, please."

Regina struck him three times in succession, and if she didn't think he screamed loud enough this time, she was in need of a hearing aid. "Good boy," she crooned. "Release."

He let go of his leash and belly-crawled to her feet. "May I?" he whispered. "May I?"

"You may."

Again he rubbed his face against her boots like an affectionate cat, crooning softly to her feet as she stood there and allowed it.

"Do you still want the plug?" Regina asked.

He started trembling uncontrollably and rubbed his face over her boots. "Y-yes, Your Majesty. T-thank you."

Regina nudged him aside and disappeared into the room she'd retrieved Loser from earlier. Emma wanted to ask the guy what kind of plug, but she was still gagged. Loser was avoiding looking at her anyway. It wasn't as if Emma would recognize him if she met him on the street. His face was completely obscured by the hood. Emma's by the black bag.

Regina stalked back into the room, her heels clicking on the cement floor. "Assume the position."

On his knees again, Loser planted his face on the floor, grabbed his ass cheeks I both hands and pulled them apart. Regina took something thick, black, and glistening and inserted it into the guy's anus. Emma flinched when Regina lifted one foot, pressed it against the end of the plug, and pushed it deep into the guy's ass with a solid kick. Loser shuddered and then grabbed his dick in both hands, stroking himself in earnest. Regina smacked his ass with the paddle again.

"No. No touching yourself until you beg for mercy."

He released his cock, breathing hard as he struggled to contain his excitement. Regina paddled him relentlessly now. Not as hard as before, but without pause. Hitting him so the vibration would travel through that butt plug he enjoyed. Whimpering, crying, writhing on the floor, Loser found some glorious place where pain became pleasure. After several minutes, he sputtered, "Mercy, Your Majesty. Mercy."

Though she was obviously worked up by her ministrations, Regina's arm halted in mid-swing. She relaxed her stance. "You may proceed."
Loser grabbed his cock and started jacking-off excitedly.

"If you get that on my floor, I'm going to make you lick it up," Regina warned him.

When he sputtered with release a few seconds later, she was a woman of her word. She unzipped the mouth of his hood and forced him to lick his own cum off the floor—except she wasn't actually forcing him. He was doing it quite willingly, eager to please his mistress. Once he'd cleaned the floor to her satisfaction, she allowed him to kiss her boots. Emma couldn't believe making out with some chick's boots could excite a man so much, but Loser was undoubtedly enjoying his privilege. He sucked them with his open mouth, his tongue rolling over their shiny black surfaces. He made delighted sounds in the back of his throat the entire time.

"Go clean up now," Regina said. And take your butt plug with you."

"Yes, Your Majesty. Thank you for your mercy."

Loser crawled into the second room.

"Don't come out of there until I tell you to."
"Yes, Your Majesty."

Regina leaned over Emma and pulled the cloth from her face.

"Do you get it now?" Regina asked.

Emma had gotten it from the beginning, but she wasn't like most masochists. She didn't need the little show to accept her punishment. She knew she deserved it whether Regina thought she did or not.

Emma rolled onto her back, her wetness glistening on her thighs.

Regina sucked a breath through her teeth when she saw the evidence of the blonde's excitement. "Damn it, Emma. Why are you still wet? Did you like watching me make a grown man cry?"

Emma nodded vigorously. Regina knelt over her and slid the crotch of her panties to one side. Before Emma could even comprehend what the other woman was about to do, her hot pussy lined up perfectly to the blonde's own. "Why do I want you so much? Tel me why. I don't get it. I just don't get it."

Regina rubbed against Emma until she came, the dark-haired woman's body going rigid as she let go. She kissed Emma's eyelids and puled the cloth over her face again. Regina regained her footing and left the blonde there, unfulfilled, bound, gagged, and flustered. She showed Loser to the door, accepting his tribute, and showed another man into the sanctum. If she thought Emma was just going to lie there on the floor all night and watch her beat men until they begged for her mercy, the darker woman had another thing coming. At least that's what the blonde was thinking before she watched the second guy beg for mercy after two lashes of Regina's bullwhip to the back. God, the look on her face when they submitted to her was the most beautiful thing Emma had ever seen. Regina was all powerful—in total control.

A goddess. A demon. An angel.

Her submissives never saw that look. They were too busy staring at the floor or had their eyes squeezed shut tightly, but Emma saw it. When the second gut left, Regina straddled Emma's hips again and fucked the blonde until her next client arrived.

"As punishment for making me crazy, I'm going to keep you around to entertain me between sessions for the rest of the night," Regina said.

Was this another lesson? Fuckin' A—Regina was the best teacher Emma had ever had.

Regina leaned over her and whispered into her ear. "I usually have to get myself off in the back room if I get too worked up, but this is a lot more fun."
For her, maybe. Emma's entire body protested as the other woman moved away again. Okay, the blonde had to admit it. She was thoroughly enjoying this for some twisted reason. Not watching the guys being submissive to her sweet demon in leather, but watching Regina get off on it.

Too bad the blonde would never be able to give the other woman the pleasure of her submission.