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It takes a great amount of strength to kneel. That was something Regina had always told Emma. She never fully understood what Regina meant by that. Kneeling naked in the playroom waiting for her dominant Queen to arrive, felt like the easiest and most natural thing for her to do. If anything, Regina was her weakness. She couldn’t say no to her. Well, that’s the lie she often told herself. The truth was that she could decline, say no, use the safe word if she wanted to, but there was never a desire to refuse her. 

Every session was carefully constructed by Regina’s meticulous planning. Everything from listening to Emma’s fantasies, sourcing equipment and toys, costumes and props, to executing even the wildest of Emma’s dreams. Once a month as a special treat, they would engage in their kinky playtime. Mainly because that’s when Henry would stay over at his grandparents, so there was little to no risk of Regina’s secret playroom ever being discovered.

Every month after dropping Henry off at the loft, he and her parents – along with her baby brother – would wave Emma goodbye, believing that Regina was providing their daughter with magic lessons over the weekend, and that she needed the space to concentrate. Little did they know, the kind of magic they were creating was a sex magic so potent it could align the stars for the universe to yield to their deepest desires. At least, that’s what it felt like.

After several weeks of stolen kisses in secluded spaces around town and fake meetings at Regina’s office, taking any moment they could find to sneak around with the added excitement that they could, at any moment, be caught by anyone in town, the thrill between them would escalate; leading up to an explosive kink session in the playroom on a Friday night. And the rest of the weekend was spent in bed, where sex would be liberated from kinky confinements and expressed in a soft yet passionate way.

Emma took great care in setting up the playroom as per Regina’s monthly written instructions she would leave in there for her. Step-by-step Emma would check off the tasks to ensure that she didn’t miss a thing, until she reached the bottom of the letter where she found a message.

When you have completed all these tasks, Miss Swan, I want you to open the hidden wall closet in the playroom. Inside you will find what I would like you to wear tonight. Please wear ALL of the items I’ve chosen for you, including the little something extra in the box. We have reservations at 8:15pm, I’m taking you out for dinner first.

Giddy with excitement Emma opened the closet to find a stunning strapless, red satin dress, along with matching shoes, a silver necklace almost resembling a collar with dangling sparkly gems, new red satin lingerie, and a little box that said “open me” on it. Curious, Emma picked it up and looked inside to find a WeVibe Couples Sync remote adult toy.

Emma had fantasised with Regina about getting this vibe and having Regina use it on her in a public space. She’d never thought that the Mayor – who relished her privacy – would actually agree to doing something like that. But Regina would never leave her a new toy if she wasn’t serious about using it.

That evening as the pair got ready Regina made sure Emma was prepared.“Have you slipped the toy in and switched it on yet?”

“I thought I’d wait for you since it says you can control it from your phone. Might be more discreet that way rather than taking a remote control into the restaurant.” 

“Good thinking,” Regina said, spraying Dior Poison Girl perfume onto her pulse points. 

The fragrance drove Emma wild with desire. It was like a sex high in a bottle. Eager to start their fun, Emma descended into her sub space.

“The instructions weren’t clear enough,” she pouted. “Will you help me, Mistress?”

A smile bloomed on Regina’s face. This was a practiced segue for Emma, playing the innocent damsel in distress in need of saving, even if the villain was an instruction leaflet. It was one of her favourite ways to initiate their sex games, and these kind of introductions would subtly let Regina know what type of role she wanted her to play, and that she was ready for it to begin.

“You seem to be forgetting something, Miss Swan,” Regina teased, quickening her brow and giving Emma a side-eye.

“Please?” Emma asked with a little pout and pleading eyes.

“Hand it over, Princess.” Regina sighed, making a grabbing gesture with her hand until Emma complied.

Emma had never truly felt comfortable with being referred to as “Princess” by anyone. Leroy had called her that once and it seemed like a lie, mostly because she hadn’t had the privilege of growing up with that being her reality. Being an orphan was her lived experience. She’d spent many a night whilst in the foster system daydreaming that she was a secret Princess, separated from her parents for some unknown reason, and that one day they would find her and come back for her. But she never thought that anything she daydreamed would actually become part of her truth. And she certainly didn’t feel like a Princess in Storybrooke. But when Regina used that title with her, she felt at peace with it, not to mention it sounded incredibly hot when she said it. But then so did most things Regina would say.

 “Lie down on your back, knees up, and spread your legs nice and wide for me.”

“Yes Mistress,” Emma replied, doing exactly as she was told. 

Regina switched on the toy, connecting it with her cell phone until a notification appeared. She turned to show Emma the screen.

📱 Your device is online. Play nice!  😉

Once activated, with a little lubricant and a confident grin, she slowly slipped one end of the u-shaped toy inside.

Emma’s walls clenched instantly as she received it; she was hungry already, and not for food.

“Good girl, Emma, very good, you’re doing wonderfully.”  Regina praised with a knowing smirk and an arched eyebrow, shooting Emma a cheeky side-eye. 

Emma loved being praised, especially when Regina used just her first name – no titles, no pretence, no identities – to share the praise with. Just her and her alone. There was something almost healing about it. Praise was rare whilst growing up. In fact, any kind of emotional response she had was often dismissed in the group home, because the younger foster kids needed more attention and support. So whenever she expressed feelings of jealousy or acted out, her foster parents would label her bad, trouble, ungrateful, and tell her that as the older child she should know better. So Regina’s praise was warm, golden, fresh; like walking through a breezy summer day with the sun on her back and without a care in the world. Praise that would make the voices of the past that shaped who she was in her head fade away, and the good girl was all that remained.

“If this wasn’t our weekend of kinky fun, I would take you right here, right now,” Regina teased, the temptation interrupting Emma’s subspace high for a moment.

“Why don’t you, Madam Mayor? I’m yours to do with as you please after all.”

“Patience dear. You’ll find out when you’re ready. Just a little pinch,” she advised, squeezing the toy closed in a secure position, with the outer part resting on Emma’s clit.

The blonde gasped with the action. Not only did she have light pressure externally, the internal end was pressed right on that sweet spot.

“It’s in and it’s secured. Are you comfortable, Emma?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Regina gave an affirming nod, and whilst she was there she assisted Emma with her panties; slowly gliding the silky satin up her legs, over her knees and along her thighs. Taking Emma’s hands she helped her off the bed.

Upon standing, Emma made some minor adjustments for her own comfort, pulling her panties up a little higher so they sit just right.

“I mean, I’m as comfortable as I can be whilst this is touching all the right places.”

Taking Emma’s cheeks in one hand between her fingers and thumb – causing Emma’s lips to pout – Regina kissed her, with a fierce passion, and let go of her face the second Emma kissed her back. They almost lost themselves to their desire when Regina gently took Emma’s bottom lip between her teeth, causing the blonde’s breath to hitch whilst already breathless.

Walls clenching with the bite and breathing heavily, Emma half opened her eyes, glancing at the Mayor's teeth gently clamping around the pink flesh. Her pussy tingled with lust, and Regina relaxed, releasing her lip, lightly licking it before laying a soft kiss on her mouth in a fleeting act of torture. 

“Come along, Miss Swan. A Princess should never be late to dinner, and neither should her Queen,” she taunted, a proud grin on her face.

With a flick of her wrist purple smoke surrounded them, and they were instantly inside Regina’s Mercedes and heading to the restaurant just twenty minutes outside of Storybrooke.

~~~

As they pulled up to the restaurant, Regina manoeuvred into a parking bay and turned off the engine.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Regina asked.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Okay. Let’s go over the rules. Who is in control?”

“You are, Mistress.”

“What takes away my control?”

“Safe words.”

“And what are those safe words?”

“In the restaurant we use safe words in sentences to not cause any suspicion. Kale, leafy green is like a green light to start. Banana is an amber light meaning slow down. And red pepper flakes is a red light to stop.”

“And if you don’t use any of these words in a sentence whilst the waiting staff tend to our table?”

“That means I’m enjoying it, don’t stop.”

“That’s my good girl!” Regina praised, leaning over to give Emma a soft, loving kiss. “You’re allowing me control, but if you say red pepper flakes, I will relinquish that control back to you. And you do not come for me until I give you permission. Understood?”

Emma nodded.

“I can’t hear you, Princess…”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s better. Now, get out of the car, my beautiful Swan.”

As they got out of the car Emma put some money in the meter.

“Emma, wait!” Regina commanded, taking the blonde by surprise.

“Huh?”

“Hold my purse,”  the brunette ordered, handing it to the blonde. Squatting as carefully as she could in her little black dress.

Emma’s eyes followed Regina and found her tending to the ankle buckle on the shoes. A warmth engulfed her heart, finding its way to her belly upon seeing that Regina was taking care of her. Her Mistress always took great care of her. Some may look upon Regina and mistakenly perceive her as the submissive, but actually, a great Domme takes care of her sub as much as her sub takes care of her. Watching Regina’s attentiveness in that moment, Emma realised that she had been a lot less clumsy lately because of Regina. The woman always paid so much attention to the things that could potentially cause her accidental harm; things that she was blissfully unaware of. Mostly because Emma could be a bit of a klutz at times. 

Her free hand gracefully dropped close to her Mistress – longing to physically connect with her – and when the brunette was finished, she reached for it without so much as a glance, as if she instinctively knew Emma’s hand would be there ready for her.

Rising from the ground, Regina held out her other hand and Emma gave the brunette her clutch back. “There, that’s better.”

“Thank you, Mistress. You really take such good care of me.” Emma spoke softly, her heart filled with appreciation and gratitude.

“You deserve to be taken care of. Come on, Princess. Let’s get you fed, in more ways than one.” Regina winked, which was more like a blink as the eyelid that was meant to stay open always seemed to follow the one that closed. It was one of her little quirks that Emma found endearing.

“Mayor Mills! What a pleasure to see you again,” the Mâitre D greeted, kissing the air around each of Regina’s cheeks.

“The pleasure is mine, Marcus,” she replied, mirroring his gesture. “You know how much I love your exquisite cuisine.”

“Indeed I do, Madam Mayor.”

“Miss Swan and I have a reservation in my name, I trust you’ll seat us at the window table?” Regina said, slipping the Mâitre D a one hundred dollar bill. 

“Of course Madam Mayor, right this way, ladies.”

The restaurant wasn’t too busy, but there were more than enough people present for Emma and Regina to get off on their secretive kinky foreplay. And as promised, Marcus sat them in the window table, the most prestigious seat at the restaurant, rarely ever given to guests unless they were of a particular standing or wealthy aesthetic. Whoever sat at that table was advertising the vibe of the restaurant. Being Mayor of a nearby town came with certain privileges and benefits, and this was one of them. 

The Mâitre D pulled out their chairs and the women graciously sat, making themselves comfortable. 

Emma bit her lip as Regina placed her phone on the table, the screen open on the app, hoping that the privacy screen protector she had bought for Regina’s phone when they started playing their games was enough to shield the details from the restaurant staff. 

“May I serve you some drinks whilst you peruse the menu?” Marcus asked.

“Thank you Marcus. I’m driving this evening so an alcohol free sparkling apple wine will be fine for us both.”

“I’m not driving though…” Emma said quietly, leaning forward to ensure that Regina could hear her.

Arching her brow Regina’s eyes fixated on Emma’s, narrowing before glancing towards her phone and back. A subtle commanding pout accompanying her suggestive brown eyes.

“On second thought, an alcohol free apple wine sounds just fine. I’ll want a clear head for our plans later I’m sure,” Emma recanted, taking Regina’s hints. She knew that if she got drunk, and chose to risk not being in a fit state later, their intimate plans would be cancelled and she didn’t want to miss the moment. Drunk women can’t consent, and Regina wasn’t the type of woman to take advantage when Emma had a little too much to drink. 

“As you wish,” Marcus said, giving an affirming nod. “I’ll send over your waitress momentarily.” And with that he turned and headed for the bar.

“Have we really got to that point in our relationship where you can read my mind, Miss Swan?” Regina asked without taking her eyes off the menu. “I’m touched.”

“Your unspoken words were loud and written on your face… Mistress,” Emma replied, quietly speaking Regina’s roleplaying title. “What’s next? You’ll order for me?”

“Considering you eat like a child I doubt you’ll have any idea what to order, so yes, I’ll order for you. It’s about time you ate something other than grilled cheese or my lasagna.”

“I don’t always eat like a child y’know.” Emma defended with a smirk. “You should know by how I eat you. Like the other day, on your desk, in your office, when I brought you the Kale salad from Granny’s.” 

Stifling a grin, Regina didn’t raise her head to give Emma the satisfaction of the reaction she was seeking. Instead she reached for her phone, and made a couple of swipes on the screen.

Emma’s breath hitched as she jolted in her chair. The sudden buzzing sensation inside and out focused on those sensitive spots, and the intensity seemed higher than it actually was on account that Regina didn’t go easy on her - just how Emma liked it. Tongue in cheek, a playful grin blossomed across her face. 

Experiencing sexual intimacy whilst in a restaurant, next to the window to the outside world, knowing that people out there would be seeing her too but would have no idea what was going on, made the thrill all the more intense.

“Be a good girl, Miss Swan,” she whispered. “The waitress is heading over.” 

Emma took the hint, and with haste, masked her pleasure, toning down her expression. But as Regina went to place her phone back on the table, it slipped a little out of her hand and her thumb caught the slider, sending the toy’s vibrational intensity to full power.

Emma gasped through her nostrils as her back stiffened. There was no time for Regina to make a change as the waitress had already arrived at their table.

“Good evening ladies, I’m Veronica and I’ll be your waitress this evening,” she greeted, placing the drinks down in front of them. “Are you ready to order?”

Being a Good Girl Emma shallowed her breathing, controlling it through her nose, whilst her lips were pressed firmly together. She couldn’t speak, or else some unholy moans and cries would have everyone looking at her. All she could do was nod. This intensity was an accident, but she was loving the pleasure all the same. 

Don’t clench your thighs Swan! Don’t do it! You’re not allowed to come without Regina’s permission! Be good, you can do this! she told herself.

The fact that the safe word wasn’t uttered or woven into the conversation was enough for Regina to not rush to Emma’s aid, though her malevolent Evil Queen grin said it all - she was going to make Emma squirm on the inside and suffer in pleasure, which only aroused the blonde all the more. 

“You know Veronica, I was looking at the Thai dishes you have and was wondering if you could tell me how authentic these dishes and where the ingredients are sourced…” Regina purposely delayed ordering so Emma could enjoy herself.

Watching the illustrious Madam Mayor making those subtle moves that made her weak as she spoke. The way she’d brush back her bittersweet chocolate brown hair and tuck it behind her ear. The way she’d casually held her hand over her heart as she spoke to the waitress, as if she was almost keeping guard of it. Emma focused on Regina’s chest rising and falling with each breath, and how the pendant of her necklace would be engulfed by her cleavage when she chortled. None of this was a genuine effort to flirt with the waitress of course, it was all for Emma’s benefit as part of the games they were playing. This fantasy of Emma’s had all been discussed at great length before Regina had planned every detail to ensure it would go well. 

Their conversation seemed to fade into an almost silence as Emma focused intently on Regina and the vibrations between her legs. Raunchy memories of using toys before in the playroom flashed through her mind, Regina dressed in satin and lace lingerie, as well as when she went back in time and saw her wearing leather pants and red velvet jacket and tails. The best memory though was the first time she had seen Storybrooke’s Mayor completely naked, which coincidentally was the same time Regina had sat on her face grinding her pussy against her tongue. Good God she was privileged, and she knew it! All these memories accumulated together at once, causing Emma’s core to tighten whilst her pussy tingled with the vibes. Her arousal pooled between her legs, and all this was happening without anyone else’s knowledge.

As the waitress continued to explain what each dish was composed of, Regina kept her face down towards the menu, but her eyes would check in with Emma; who was coming undone. Her heart was pounding fiercely as it raced, her cheeks flush, and it became more difficult to conceal her true expression of the ecstasy she was experiencing. She closed her eyes for a moment, thinking back to what Regina had said in the car just before they crossed the town line.

“It’s going to be intense, Emma. This is a game of discipline. I want you to fight every urge and instinct you have that’ll be telling you to squeeze your thighs together. I remain in control of your pleasure, not you. Do you understand?”

“Oh yes, Mistress. Implicitly.”

The urge to squeeze was there, but Emma so wanted to be a good girl for Regina. She wanted to please her – to rise to the challenge – especially after she had asked to experience this. 

Dominance in her smirk, Regina glanced up and met Emma’s eyes again – she was mindlessly playing with her necklace - the pendant seemed like a golden rod, but it was actually a small gold vibrator. Nobody would know it was a vibe unless they had one too, it was that inconspicuous. It tended to serve as an incentive to Emma, and a reminder as to what would be in store for her later if she was a good girl and did as she was told. The kinky Madam Mayor delighted in her voyeurism, watching the blonde subtly shift in her seat, biting her bottom lip to stop her pleasant moans. She used her foot to gently caress Emma’s legs, keeping her in check, making sure she didn’t cross her legs and squeeze.

Emma was close. Her thighs were shaking, her heart was pounding so hard it could easily beat out of her chest. She was going to become lost to the orgasm waiting for her over the edge. The vibrations on both her clit and her g-spot were intense, but she still held back on that orgasm like her life depended on it. 

A tiny bead of sweat rolled from Emma’s head to her temple, her ability to mask her breathlessness was starting to wane. She was too close to hold on any more. And right before she was about to surrender to the orgasm…

“Red pepper flakes!” she blustered, the unexpected volume of her voice causing several patrons to direct their attention toward her.

With Veronica’s stunned attention pulled by Emma’s loud, almost desperate tone, Regina stole the chance to swipe the screen discretely and stopped the toy immediately.

A relieved sigh escaped from Emma’s lips as the control was returned to her. The pulsating tingly clenches from the sudden absence of the vibrations were overwhelming. Her body was seeking the stimulation – willing it to return – whilst the waitress stood glaring, as if waiting for her to explain.

“I’m sorry. I uh… it’s just that I forgot to ask for red pepper flakes last time,” she lied. “I didn’t want to miss out on them again,” Emma explained through a nervous chortle.

“Oh… okay. I’ll uh… add it to the order,” Veronica assured, creasing her brow. “Was there anything else I could get you?” 

“That’ll be all for now, Veronica. Thank you,” Regina confirmed.

And with that Veronica left, taking their order and the menus with her. 

“I’m so sorry, Emma,” Regina apologised leaning forward. “It was an accident. I didn’t mean to take you to your limit so quickly. You didn’t use our safe word earlier so I figured it was best to continue letting you enjoy it. How are you feeling? Are you okay?” Regina asked, her tone and expression filled with concern.

“That was intense. I was right there on the edge, holding on for dear life!” she said quietly, so as not to draw any further attention towards her.

“You didn’t… did you?”

Emma shook her head.

“I think the whole restaurant would’ve heard if I had. I used the safe word when I realised I was dangerously close.”

“Good girl.” Regina grinned. “You did good, Emma.”

Emma beamed, incredibly pleased with herself. 

“I’m impressed with your masking ability.”

“I’m impressed that nobody can hear this thing! I swear I can hear it.”

“You only think you can hear it because you can feel it, but I assure you, I couldn’t hear a thing. I never would have agreed to bringing this fantasy to reality if I thought it would attract unwanted attention. You’re quite safe with me, Emma. I hope you know that.” 

Reaching over the table and taking Regina’s hand in hers, Emma gave it a gentle loving squeeze. 

“One little accident doesn’t destroy my faith in you Regina. I’ve never felt more safe with anyone in my whole life.”

Regina’s eyes smiled and her face softened, as if Emma’s words were melting away her concern. 

“It took some time, but I really know you. More importantly, I’ve learned that I can trust you. And now? Well, I wouldn’t trust my life in anyone else’s hands but yours,” she replied, returning the sentiment. 

“Good to know, because I need you to trust me for what I’m about to ask you,” Emma muttered before taking a sip of her drink.

“Well that sounds ominous.”

“Omi what?”

 “It’s like when someone says “we need to talk” and instantly those words conjure ideas in the mind that are negative, an omen, potentially unpleasant… so I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m anxious to hear what you have to say.”

Emma shifted nervously in her seat and drank some more. God I wish this was whiskey, she thought to herself.

“I guess it depends on how you feel about it. And we don’t have to do this, I can put the idea away and everything will still be as it is between us.”

“Okay, I’m listening.” 

“I was wondering if you would… uh… I mean would you be willing to uh…”

“Come on Swan, spit it out.”

“Dress up for me?”

“Dress up for you?” Regina leaned in closer to keep their conversation private. “Do you mean like a French Maid or a Kinky Nurse, that kinda thing?”

“More specifically as… the Evil Queen?” Emma asked, twisting her face awkwardly as the words fell from her mouth. Nervous at how Regina would react.

“Oh!” Regina’s eyes widened as she sat back in her chair, stunned.

“It’s just that, when I went back in time, Killian and I saw The Evil Queen…”

“You did?”

“Well, I more than just saw you.”

“Come again?”

“Funny!” Emma said with a nervous sigh. “You said that back then too, only in a different context.”

“What are you getting at?”

“First time I saw you, Hook… Killian and I were peering through the bushes watching you terrorise someone… Marian I believe.”

“Miss Swan, I…”

“You were wearing black leather pants and boots, with a red velvet long tail suit jacket. And a hat with a long red feather. You looked stunning. Powerful. Commanding.”

“I’m not the same person I used to be…”

“Later, I was at King Midas’s ball and so were you. You wore a different gown that evening, Black of course. Your Knights captured me and you took me back to your castle…”

Brows furrowing in confusion as Regina averted her gaze, trying to recall her memories.

“I didn’t see you. I’d have remembered. The woman I took back to my castle was Princess… Layla… I think…”

“Leia. Princess Leia, from Star Wars. I was put on the spot, it was all I could come up with, okay!”

“No, that wasn’t you…was it?”

“Rumplestiltskin had given us a glamour spell so nobody would recognise us in the future. I messed up my parents meeting and getting together. And we knew that we had to fix it or else I’d not be born, and…”

“And neither would Henry.”

“Exactly. So you remember your Knights capturing me at King Midas’s ball, so do you recall your Knights bringing me to your bed chamber after we got to the castle?

~~~

The Dark Knights marched Emma into the Queen’s chamber. Catching sight of herself in the mirror, only she noticed that the glamour spell was still working. She wasn’t her true form, her true identity remained concealed. She was still blonde with the glamour spell, however, her features were more stereotypical of the idea of what it is to be feminine.

“Kneel before the Queen!” one of the Knights bellowed his order

“Really?” Emma asked as she was being forced to kneel in her red satin ball gown

“Yes really!” the Evil Queen confirmed, moving towards Emma, removing her gloves.  “The bandit Snow White, where is she?”

“I already told your guards I have no idea,” Emma replied, averting her gaze towards the ground and away from the regal beauty standing before her.

“I don’t know what kingdom you come from, Princess Leia, but here the price for aiding Snow White is steep.”

“I don’t know where she is, but if you let me go, I’ll help you find her.”

Stepping closer, towering over the kneeling blonde, the Queen unexpectedly sniffs the air around her. 

Eyebrows drawing together, stunned and confused by the action, Emma remains silent.

“You’re no Princess.” the Queen snarled, curling her top lip in disgust. “I know a dirty street rat when I see one,” her knowing finger pointed towards Emma, “and I know not to trust such creatures.”

Emma’s expression dropped. If there was one thing she knew about Regina, it’s that she doesn’t trust easily.

The Queen raised her head and addressed her guards with her request. 

“The dungeon!” she sneered. And with that, the guards lifted Emma to her feet and marched her away.

~~~

One of the guards pushed Emma roughly into a cell and locked the door behind her. The dungeon was dark, cold and unforgiving; much like the Evil Queen’s heart , Emma thought to herself. The soft white glow from the moons beam through the small barred opening above, and the warmer hue beaming through the small window hole in the door, was all the light afforded to her.

“Are you alright?” a woman’s voice spoke to her from the shadows in the cell next to her.

“Yeah, I think so. Thanks,” Emma said, dusting herself off. “I’m Leia.” 

“I wish I could say it was nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, but under the circumstances, I get it. What’s your name?”

“I dare not speak in here,” the woman whispered. “The Queen doesn’t know who I am. My silence is the only thing keeping my family safe.”

“She’s pretty ruthless, huh? Here!” Emma offered the prisoner a bread roll through the bars. “Are you hungry? I swiped it off a food tray on my way down.”

The prisoner stood up, and stepping into the light, she took the roll from the blonde’s hand, noticing Emma’s surprised look. Emma recognised her. She couldn’t forget the face of the woman she saw the Evil Queen threatening to murder.

“What? What is it?” 

“I saw you in the village. With the Queen. I wanted to help but-“

“It’s alright. If you had tried to free me you would have just ended up in here a day sooner.”

“Why did she put you in here?”

“I knew where Snow White was hiding. But I refused to tell the Queen.”

“You gave up your freedom to ensure Snow White’s?”

The mysterious woman nodded. “Yeah. I believe her to be innocent.”

“How long are you in for?”

“Same as you. Just one more night.” She said, making it sound like they were in a hotel room or something.

“Really? One night? Why? Is Regina going soft?” Emma scoffed whilst secretly hoping that was the case.

“No. One night, because tomorrow everyone in here is to be executed.” 

The sensation of her heart plummeting into the pit of her stomach gave Emma a momentary queasiness. How many times was she going to be her own obstacle preventing her from ever being born? A moment’s despair was still too long. She had to think. The answer to her escape would be here somewhere. 

Taking her mother’s engagement ring off her finger Emma held it in front of her, between her fingers and thumbs. There was just enough light from the moon coming in through the barred windows above for Emma to get a closer look at her mother’s engagement ring.

“What’s that?” the woman asked.

“It’s my parents’. I guess you could say it’s their wedding ring.”

“And they entrusted you with it?”

“Sort of. I need to get it back to them.”

“Being away from family is a terrible, terrible thing.” The woman sighed, her tone hopeless and defeated.

“Yeah, it is.”

“The pain doesn’t dull the longer I’m separated from them, it worsens. Maybe, because I know I’ll never see them again.”

“If my mom was here she would tell me to have hope. Maybe, you should too.” With a little shrug Emma lifted her pitch into a slightly more hopeful tone. “Who knows, maybe you will end up with them again.”

“I don’t think so,” she dismissed, “I’m fairly certain they already think that I’m dead. And soon that’ll be true.” 

The moonlight had moved since she had arrived, and now Emma could see a spoon lying on the ground with a decorative metal wire wrapped around the middle of the handle. Remembering what her ex boyfriend Neal had taught her about picking locks, Emma scrambled to pick it up, and spotted another one in the other woman’s cell.

“Maybe not. Give me your spoon!” She instructed.

The woman handed the cutlery through the bars. With excitable haste, Emma removed the wire, and used both of them as shaping tools to fashion a lock pick.

“What are you doing?” the woman asked, curiously observing the blonde as she worked.

“It’s all about the tumblers,” Emma whispered, echoing Neal’s words from the past, setting to work picking the lock. She was there a good thirty seconds – wiggling the wire inside – until she heard a click. The padlock opened and the women gasped, relief in their smiles as Emma opened the cell door.

“You did it!” the woman exclaimed.

Emma left her cell, and hesitated for a moment. Deep down she knew she shouldn’t free this woman. She’s inadvertently interfered with the timeline enough as it is and freeing her might change the future, but could she live with herself knowing that she left her cell mate to be executed? The weight of that on a saviour’s conscience was too much to contemplate right now. She turned to look at the woman once more before making a decision.

“What are you waiting for?” the woman asked rhetorically. “Go! Get out of here! Go!”

“I'm not going to just leave you behind to be executed!”

“You don’t have time to free me, the guards will be back any moment…”

“Do you wanna live or die?” Emma’s blunt interruption stunned and confused the woman. “You said you have a family. I’m doing everything I can to get back to mine alive because I love them. I know you want to do that too. Let me help you.”

The woman nodded and Emma worked on picking the lock. It was a little more difficult to navigate the tumblers. The lock had some rust on the outside, so it was likely that there was some corrosion inside making the tumblers stiff and unyielding. Just as she thought it was about to click the door flung open and the guards rushed in, grabbing and pinning Emma to the cell.

“We’ve got a lively one ‘ere, Rivers!” 

Rivers, the second guard, clasped Emma’s wrist and tightened his grip, forcing her hand open, causing the metal wire to fall into his. He checked the lock, making sure it was still secured, and he stared at Emma, shaking his head in disapproval as he spoke.

“You’re coming with us, padlock picker! You can take your chances with the Queen right now instead of tomorrow!”

“No! No, no, no, no! Please!” the other woman pleaded.

“Quiet, wench! Or you’ll be executed now as well!”

The woman silenced her cries and withdrew back into the shadows of her cell, defeated.

“I thought so. We’ll be back tomorrow for you!” he said, before dragging Emma out.

~~~

As the guards marched Emma along the grounds, she glanced around her for any signs of escape, and any sign of Hook. The pirate may be great at surviving, but his ability to make any kind of rescue often leaves much to be desired. She couldn’t rely on him. She had to figure out this one on her own. Maybe she could handle the Evil Queen like she did Regina. Perhaps if she told her of the future, she could let her know it’s brighter than her present reality. That she shares a son with a blonde woman, like her… no maybe not the co-parenting part…

The daydreaming thought was interrupted as the guard knocked on a door. Magically opening to reveal the Evil Queen, she walked a little toward them, meeting in the middle of the room.

“What do you want now, Berkley? And Rivers, why have you brought this street rat back into my chambers?”

“We caught her trying to escape by picking the locks with a metal wire, Your Majesty,” Rivers replied, forcing the saviour to kneel by pressing firmly on her shoulder. 

“And who gave her a metal wire?” Regina inquired, narrowing her eyes.

“It was around the spoons that we use to serve supper in the dungeon, Your Majesty,” Berkley explained. 

“You idiots!” She sneered

“We didn’t let her escape, Your Majesty. We figured, seeing as she’s a sneaky street rat though, that perhaps your magic would hold her tighter than the bars can.”

The Queen huffed her disappointment at her knights on guard, frustrated with their incompetence. 

“Must I do everything myself?” She sighed. “Very well!” With a wave of her hand purple smoke surrounded Emma and the next thing she knew she was cuffed in tight metal shackles at the wrist, dangling by them from the ceiling.

“Now go and do your jobs! Find and bring me Snow White, before I snap your necks like twigs!”

The guards nodded before turning on their heels and marching out of the Queen’s chambers.

“Now then… Princess Leia, you’re going to tell me who you really are.”

 The familiar sound of the Queen’s sardonic tone reminded Emma of the Regina she knows; Storybrooke’s Mayor, the mother of her child. And strangely, her sarcasm put her at ease, despite being chained to the ceiling. If she could get through to Regina, the sarcastic sassy Mayor, maybe she can get through to the Evil Queen.

“With all due respect, Your Majesty, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“You will tell me, or so help me I’ll…”

“You’ll destroy me if it’s the last thing you’ll do, yadda yadda yadda,” Emma said, rolling her eyes, sighing as she spoke. 

“You dare mock me?! Don’t you know who I am?”

“Her Royal Highness, Queen Regina Mills, ruler of the Enchanted Forest. Future mother of…”

“Come again? What did you just say?”

“I guess you could call me a seer, Your Majesty. And I’ve seen your future. You will have a son.”

“Now I know you’re lying.” The Queen snarled.

“I swear it’s the truth! I have seen the future!”

“I know you are lying to me, because I drank a potion years ago that caused me to become barren to avoid giving the King an heir to the throne, and to avoid giving my mother another child of her blood to manipulate and corrupt.”

“You WILL have a son,” Emma reiterated. 

The Queen took pause at Emma’s insistence, allowing the words to sink in.

“Are you saying that my barren curse shall be lifted with true love’s kiss, and that my true love, whomever it is, will have a child with me?”

Emma’s heart ached. She knew she felt something deeply for Regina, she was in love with her, but at this point in her life she wasn’t quite ready to tell anyone – not even her parents – that she loved her. She couldn’t even tell her parents that she loved them either. The only person who got that privilege right now, would be Henry. 

She’d kept everyone at arms length, not allowing them to get too close to her heart. The times she got close to feeling something for anyone they ended up leaving, or pushing her away… or maybe she was the one that pushed everyone away first to avoid being abandoned ever again. She wanted to tell the Queen that a woman named Emma Swan will fall in love with her, that Regina would adopt her son first, and she would learn to love again and redeem herself. But uttering those words, telling her how it is to happen, could cause the Queen to choose a different path especially if she got scared. Choosing a path that would become her self-fulfilling prophecy, multiplying the darkness in her heart that needed to be shown some love, was not an option Emma wanted to give her.

“I can’t tell you too much, Your Majesty. Or else it could destroy your fated path along with your destiny, and believe me, I would never want to do that to you.”

The Queen scoffed, her face filled with disdain and bitterness.

“I’m the Evil Queen. I’m a villain, Leia. Villains don’t get happy endings.”

“My mom once told me that happy endings aren’t always what you think they will be. Sometimes they unfold and happen in ways you’d never even dreamed of. What I can tell you is that your happy ending is tied to me and my freedom. I can’t explain how, but certain things need to happen for your destiny to be fulfilled. That’s why I ensured Snow White’s escape earlier. She needs to be free right now to ensure your future happiness. It’ll all make sense to you in the future, I promise. But you gotta let me go, Your Majesty. Please? For your sake I beg you.”

“There’s only one name I would pick for a son. I will release you if you can tell me his name.”

“I don’t want to potentially ruin your future, Your majesty.”

“I’ll make you a deal then. Tell me the name of my future son, and I will drink a forgetting potion so I won’t recall you or this conversation, until I have my son in my arms.”

Emma sighed and licked her lips before she spoke, to ensure Regina heard her clearly. 

“It’s Henry. Your son’s name is Henry Daniel Mills.”

The Queen’s colour drained as she stared at the dangling blonde for a moment, before turning her back on her. With a flick of  her wrist she released the woman she knew as Leia. And a vile of forgetting potion appeared in her grasp.

“My mentor, through all his darkness, taught me to never renege on a deal.”

“Thank you for your benevolence, Your majesty.”

“Just go. And don’t tell anyone that I released you.” She advised, and drank the potion. And with that, as hard as it was for her to walk away from Regina after seeing her in so much pain, Emma left. 

~~~

As Emma finished explaining what happened, Regina took a moment to fully process what she was being told.

“I haven’t thought about that in a long time,” she finally said. “Not until I adopted Henry and held him for the first time. And obviously, just now. I let you go, and you found your way back to me.”

“Part of me wonders what would’ve happened under different circumstances whilst you had me chained to that ceiling. It was kinda hot…Your majesty.” Emma smirked, testing the waters. “I’d like to recreate that moment with you and relive it… playfully. Creating a different ending to that chapter of our lives.” Emma swallowed thick, awaiting her Queen’s response.

Regina was quiet, pensive, clearly contemplating Emma’s request.

“And just so you’re aware, kale is back on the menu now, if, or when you want to play with me again,” she said, giving Regina some quiet space for consideration so she could make her decision.

Regina returned her gaze to Emma, looked her dead in the eye, and swiped the screen slowly whilst maintaining eye contact. 

The toy began to buzz, this time gradually increasing in intensity. Emma’s breath shallowed, her sex all the more sensitive after the first time – reigniting a ravenous hunger within her – as the familiar pleasurable sensation returned. She closed her eyes and focused on her breath.

“Uh uh! Eyes on me, Em-ma,” Regina instructed.

Complying, Emma opened her eyes only to be met with the desire in Regina’s. Emma bit her lip to stifle her whimper that almost escaped.

Sliding her finger from side to side on the screen, Regina alternated the intensity from low to high, driving Emma crazy. 

“Are you sure you want to play with the Evil Queen?” she asked, raising a curious eyebrow. “I’ve heard that she’s not so evil anymore.” 

“I want to experience all sides of you, Your Majesty,” Emma declared. “Even the parts of yourself you find the hardest to love.”

Regina changed the vibrations to a patterned pulse on a just manageable intensity, right before Veronica returned with their meals.

“There we go, Madam Mayor,” Veronica said, placing the plate of food in front of her. “And here you are Miss… and the red pepper flakes as requested. Would you like me to fetch you more drinks?”

“That would be wonderful, thank you,” Regina said.

“No problem, I’ll be right back.” Veronica replied, leaving with a spring in her step as the restaurant was getting busier.

“You’re blushing Miss Swan,” Regina teased, sliding her finger across the screen, pausing the toy’s vibrations. “Don’t tell me you have a thing for the waitress!” She smirked.

“If I say I do, even though I don’t, will the Evil Queen punish me for pretending when we get home?”

“Perhaps. First you should know how jealous the Evil Queen gets. She doesn’t like to share and neither do I.”

“Then yes… I have a thing for the waitress,” Emma lied

“Well seeing as she’s heading back with our drinks…” Regina swiped the screen turning the toy up high and to a throbbing pulse pattern. 

Emma dropped her fork on the plate, thankfully the food cushioned the sound. The sensation was instantly pleasurable, intense. She imagined the Evil Queen devouring her – each quick pulse a lick, and the longer pulses a suck – before reminding herself to stoic her expression as Veronica set the drinks down.

“Thank you, Veronica.” Regina smiled.

“My pleasure, Madam Mayor,” Veronica replied. “Enjoy your meal.” 

As the waitress turned to leave, she glanced at Emma as if she was some kind of weirdo, before walking away. Maybe it had been Emma’s awkwardness over the red pepper flakes. Or perhaps Emma’s proverbial mask concealing her pleasure was slipping. Either way, she had no room to concern herself. She had to eat and quell her food hunger, whilst her core was ravenous, and already begging for more from Regina. She was going to need all the strength she could muster if she would be playing with the Evil Queen tonight.

~~~

Having discussed Emma’s fantasy of reliving the moment she had with the past Evil Queen, and establishing safe words for this scene, Regina pulled up outside her mansion in Mifflin Street and instructed Emma to freshen up and wait in the playroom. 

The blonde did as instructed; hair tied back, nude and kneeling, waiting in excitable anticipation for her Queen to arrive. The playroom transformed before Emma’s eyes, a recreation of the Evil Queen’s castle bed chambers. A purple fog surrounded the naked saviour, magically levitating her, dressing her in the same Red Satin dress that she had worn to King Midas’s ball. Wrists cuffed to a chain dangling from the ceiling, her toes just about touched the floor, enough to tip-toe.

Magic flung the hidden door to the secret playroom open, and standing there in a bejewelled dress, stood Regina – looking as stunning as she did that night – dressed as the Evil Queen.

“Sorry I’m late, street rat!” the Queen said with a playful grin before acting disgusted.

The dress Regina had chosen to wear was different to the one she had worn to the ball, but like any other regal attire, it complemented her in all the right places, accentuating her feminine curves so effortlessly. The sight of Regina looking like this always slackened Emma’s jaw and she’d become weak in the knees, so it was a good thing this chain was keeping her upright. She was ready to relinquish all her saviour responsibilities and worship this woman immediately.

It takes great strength to kneel, Regina’s words from past sessions rattling around her mind. She still hadn’t figured out what Regina meant by that. If she wasn’t chained right now, she would be kneeling, worshipping her Queen. That statuesque Goddess that Emma loved and adored would want for nothing, and she was ready and willing to give her anything and everything that she desired.

“My Knights have informed me that you tried to escape, Princess Leia.” Regina began, accentuating Emma’s roleplay name with a sardonic tone. “I know you’re not a Princess, so tell me who you are.”

“I won’t,” Emma refused.

“You do realise that the punishment for withholding information and attempting to escape is death, don’t you?”

“The French word for orgasm translates to “the little death,” so if you must kill me, I beg of you, please let your weapon of choice be your regal fingers inside my warm wet cunt!”

Emma’s choice of words had Regina clutching her non-existent pearls and feigning a gasp.

“I’m appalled at your use of such vulgar language, Leia. But still, what can I expect from a dirty little street rat masquerading as a Princess?” The Queen sneered in disgust.

“You can expect me to scream if your fingers hit the right spot,” Emma teased. 

Regina took a slow walk, her heels making a deep clicking sound across the wooden floor. She got up close and personal with the chained dangling blonde. Taking her face in her hand, the same way she did before they had left the house that evening, she spoke in an alluring tone; quiet yet powerful.

“Who am I, Leia?”

“You’re the Evil Queen, Your majesty.” Emma spoke through squished cheeks. 

“That’s right. So who makes the rules here?” Regina asked, moving her hand down to the blonde’s neck

“Yo-you do, Your M-M-Majesty.” The saviour stuttered as the Queen’s grip began to tighten.

Regina knew exactly how much pressure to tease Emma with, as this was a well practiced part of their kinky Friday night sexcapades. It drove Emma wild to be gripped by her neck, whilst at the same time knowing she could rely on Regina to not cross her sexual boundaries and that meant everything to her, and she trusted the former Evil Queen with her life. 

Placing her other hand on Emma’s thigh just above the knee, the Not-So-Evil Queen teased the peasant Princess, her nails lightly grazing the skin along her inner thigh. The manicure and shellac dulled the sharpness of her nails, yet still had a pleasant almost ticklish effect. Emma squirmed, and as one hand travelled higher up the thigh and the other gripped her neck. Emma’s pussy ached, begging to be touched. 

“That’s correct. I make the rules here.” The Queen cupped Emma’s sex, causing a gasp to escape the blonde’s mouth. “Who does this pussy belong to?”

Emma’s breasts heaved as her breathing quickened. She managed to speak through her excitement.

“Yours! It’s all yours, Your Majesty!”

“Good. And if it’s mine, who decides if and when you can come?” The Queen pushed and pulled the blonde back and forth on her hand, providing just enough pressure to tease vigorously. 

“You! You, Your Majesty!” A relieving sigh of pure pleasure followed Emma’s words.

“Good Girl!”

The Queen continued, allowing the blonde to enjoy her hand cupping and rocking her. 

“That’s it Leia, get nice and wet for me, my little fuck toy,” she whispered into Emma’s ear. “I want to feel your arousal through your panties. Be a good girl and ruin them for me, but don’t you dare come yet.”

Emma’s pleasurable moans deepened. Her hips rocked against Regina’s palm, in an opposing rhythm, creating the most intense sensation from the slick friction. Her moans of enjoyment had the Queen smiling with delight.

“You’re a sexy woman Leia, you’re making me wet. I bet you’d like to touch your Queen, wouldn’t you?” Regina asked, her voice shallow and sultry, changing her rhythm to circular motions.

“God yes!” she answered breathlessly. Regina said all the right things to Emma. Her heart pounded as she tried to catch her breath. She wanted to take Regina, pin her down and fuck her like she’d never been fucked before. But she also didn’t want this to stop; the sensation was just right, and her arousal soaked through the red satin.

The Queen gasped through a smile, and immediately released the blonde before a climax could take hold of her. The sudden loss had Emma’s walls clenching, searching for the Queen’s warmth to return.

“Tell me who you really are, Leia. Or so help me…”

Emma looked the Queen dead in the eye.

“Or what?! You’ll punish me?” Emma fired back, letting Regina know it was okay, she was consenting to proceed.

“I have ways of making you talk.” She said, waving her hand over Emma’s breasts. The purple smog dissipated to reveal clamps, squeezing Emma’s nipples, causing a hot tingle.

“Try me!” 

Emma’s defiance wasn’t their usual type of play. The fantasy of being ‘punished’ via impact play was new for Emma, especially with Evil Queen leading this sexual adventure, or more accurately, Regina’s pretend version of the Evil Queen.

With a wave of her hand the Queen stripped Emma of her dress and underwear. She remained chained, naked and exposed. Just that alone was a turn on in Emma’s mind. Naked and bearing all for the Queen to do as she pleases. Clicking her fingers a leather flogger appeared in the Queen’s hand.

“What are you going to do with that, Your Majesty?” Emma smirked.

“I’m going to ask you again, and you’re going to tell me who you are.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then you’ll be flogged accordingly until you reveal who you truly are, street rat!”

The Queen’s malevolent smile only made Emma all the more aroused. The darkness of the Queen’s power was just so alluring, so seductive. Emma raised her chin in defiance and said nothing.

“I’ll take your silence as your final answer!” And with that Regina swatted Emma’s ass cheeks with the flogger, leaving a warm sting on Emma’s pale rump.

“Who. Are. You?” 

Regina’s blunt, firm tone reminded Emma of a childhood favourite; Alice in Wonderland. 

“I’m… I’m…”

The Queen’s eyes eagerly fixated on the naked blonde, waiting for the answer.

“I’m… well I’m not a smoking caterpillar that’s for sure.”

“Answer the question!”

“Never!” Emma declared, remaining defiant.

The Queen pulled her arm back and swiped, cutting the air with the tassels of leather, landing in the same place. 

Emma winced, hissing through clenched teeth on the impact. Regina waited behind her, allowing Emma to process the sweet painful pleasure of the tingling warmth in the swat, as well as the dripping arousal between her legs. Knowing that the main reason her Queen was holding back, waiting to see if she needed to use her safe word to stop the scene, was a comfort. It gave her the same adoring feelings as when Regina had tended to Emma’s shoe earlier. Though this scene may look rough, it’s only aesthetics. Regina was taking care of Emma’s fantasy and physical need as it manifested into reality for her. And that care gave Emma a sense of security… and in that moment realisation hit.

It takes a lot of strength to kneel. Regina hadn’t been talking about Emma’s submission and her need to be submissive and kinky. She’d been expressing a need to do so herself. A need to be taken care of. A need for the saviour to provide her the space to surrender herself to the one person she could trust who will allow her to let everything go. Regina needs her, and she needs her to step up.

Fuck! How did I not see this before? Regina’s not a Domme, she’s a switch! She controls everything in her life! Of course she needs to let go too sometimes. Emma needed to tend to her Queen and she needed to do so now.

As the Queen readied herself to swat Emma again with the flogger, Emma surrendered.

“My name is Emma Swan, and I’m in love with you, Regina Mills.”

The Queen paused in the revelation. Stunned, bewildered, almost weakened by the truth of Emma’s confession. 

“What did you say?”

“I said, my name is Emma Swan, and I’m in love with you, Regina Mills.”

“You picked a fine time to tell me this after flogging your ass cheeks, you idiot!” Regina chuckled through tears and pulled Emma into a passionate kiss. She waved her hand and the chain vanished, and Emma stayed on her tip-toes, wrapping her arms around Regina as they got lost in the kiss.”

“Why did you end the scene? Why did you tell me who you are? Were you not enjoying it?”

“Because I need to make one final request.”

“What do you need from me, my love?” Regina asked, her doe-eyes telling Emma just how much she loved and yearned for her.

“It takes strength to kneel. I finally realised what that means. So, if you have the strength in you, and if you trust me, I’m inviting you to kneel before me. I love you, Regina. And I would be honoured to protect you as you temporarily relinquish your responsibilities to me on a regular basis. Whenever you’re ready and you need to let go to quieten the chatter of your mind. I’m ready for you, whenever you are.”

The Queen seemed astonished as she took a moment to fully process Emma’s proposal. Her tearful eyes met the saviour’s before she took a step back. With a heavy sigh of relief, she knelt at her true love’s feet and sobbed. 

Emma exhaled her relief, her eyes filled with tears empathising with Regina, knowing how difficult that was for her to do. She knelt by her Queen and wrapped her in her arms. 

“It’s okay, Regina. It’s okay. You can let it all go. Give it to me, I can take it,” Emma whispered, stroking Regina’s hair as she sobbed into the naked blonde's chest. 

“I think it’s about time we altered our play agreement, don’t you?” Emma suggested. “It’s been a long time coming.”

“I’ve been waiting,” Regina said through her tears. “Hoping you’d learn how to do this. Hoping you’d one day be the Dominant Swan I know you are. My knight in shining armour. I just wasn’t expecting it to happen today! I’ve needed you, and you found your way to me… again!”

“I will always find my way to you,” Emma whispered.

~~~👑~~~

Flicking her wrist, a large pale yellow almost white cloud of smoke took them both to the bedroom, in bed under the covers, naked, skin-on-skin.

“We don’t have to do anything here, Regina. I just wanted to bring you to a comfortable safe place to hold you until you say otherwise.” 

Regina’s head lay on the saviour’s chest, the sound of her heartbeat lulling her into a calm surrender. The ache between her legs was heavy, throbbing with a desire to be touched after everything that had transpired over the course of the evening. Normally Regina would take Emma’s hand, guiding it to her folds to show her how wet she was. But as she is going to need to get used to submitting, she is going to have to use her words. 

“I… I want you inside me, Emma. I want you as close as you can be. All I want to experience is us right now. Please… make love to me?”

Emma gently kissed Regina’s lips – slow and sensual – their tongues gently massaging each other, through the tender embrace. Passion gradually accelerating, Emma’s hand ran through Regina’s hair.

“Mmmmm that feels so good”.

Emma grabbed a tuft of hair in her fist, and Regina’s head gracefully followed the direction of the gentle pull, exposing her neck. The blonde wasted no time, allowing her lips to caress the tender area with kisses and soft nibbles, being so careful not to mark her. 

The aching need between Regina’s legs intensified. Her hands found Emma’s ass, her fingertips sensing raised tender skin from the flogging earlier. Her hips rolled as she sought stimulation, but it was to no avail. Emma had clocked what she was doing, and with a gentle touch, she firmly pressed her hand to Regina’s thigh to stop the roll. 

“The idea of letting go is to allow me to lead you, Regina,” she whispered into the brunette’s ear. “I got this. I got you, baby. You’re safe with me. Let go of the habit and need to control, because you need this more. I promise I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

Regina melted. Nobody had been so gentle yet firm with her at the same time. She nodded to confirm her understanding.

“Old habits… sorry.”

“No need to be sorry. Just lie back and let me take care of that ache for you.” 

Regina took the instruction, gracefully yielding to Emma’s command. Straddling the Queen, the Princess-turned-Knight laid kisses once more. Massaging her breasts in her hands, Emma’s kisses gradually travelled lower. Starting from Regina’s neck, moving slowly towards her shoulders and then along her collarbone, and with great care, she lightly kissed Regina’s throat. 

The Queen’s whimpering tickled Emma’s lips with soft vibrations. She moved down along Regina’s sternum and across to her breast, taking a puckered nipple in her mouth with a slow firm suck. 

The sudden intensity of the sensation had Regina gasping. Her breast heaved as she panted her pleasure, running her fingers through Emma’s hair to keep it out of her face, and grabbing at it to cope with the ferocity of her desire. Her hips seemed to have a mind of their own as they bucked involuntarily to the rhythm of Emma’s suckle, until she switched sides, showing the Queen’s other nipple the same courtesy. 

“Oh Emma! You drive me wild!” Regina’s breathy words encouraged her Princess-Knight to continue. “Please… please…” she begged, “I need your fingers inside me!”

“All in good time,” Emma replied.

“But I…”

Emma lifted her head, sweeping her curls over her shoulder, before moving back up to face the Queen.

“Sssh.” She soothed, placing her index finger against Regina’s lips. “I’m not going to tell you again.”

The Queen’s heart fluttered, her core clenched. Her attraction to Emma grew so much stronger as her Princess-Knight asserted her dominance. Wet and yearning, she wanted to let go, but after decades of always being in control, she was out of her comfort zone of familiarity. Regina reluctantly nodded, relaxing her body a little, resigning to the fact now, having everything she ever wanted after waiting so long for it to happen, that this is no time for self-sabotage, she had to submit, to let go of who she was, to embrace who she really is.

“Take some nice deep breaths in… and out… in… and out… Emma encouraged, helping her Queen to relax. And as the tension in Regina’s body left, Emma continued, her kiss trail heading south across Regina’s abdomen, her belly button, lower, and lower.

Regina’s deep breathing grew into panting anticipation, and as Emma nestled between the Queen’s legs, she laid a kiss upon Regina’s clit.

“Ohhhhhh Emma! the Queen whispered.

Wrapping her arms around the Queen’s thighs, Emma licked apart the Queen’s slick folds exposing the little sensitive nub. She teased it with her tongue at first, flicking it with a quick speed and rhythm. Regina’s moan reverberated against the walls, and without warning Emma sucked the Queen’s clit into her mouth,

“OH FUCK! FUCK YES! YES! UHHHHH” The regal beauty’s sultry hums and affirming words spurred Emma on. She plunged two fingers deep into Regina’s wet, wanting, warm centre.

“OH EMMA! YES! PLEASE FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”

Curling her fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, Emma massaged Regina’s g-spot, whilst she alternated between writing love notes with her tongue and sucking on Regina’s clit.

Waves of ecstasy engulfed the Queen, she was euphoric as Emma sucked and fucked her, reaching all the right places. Her guttural moans as her passionate cries encouraged Emma to increase her pace. 

Regina’s core swallowed another of Emma’s fingers. But it wasn’t long before the Queen’s walls clenched in the pulsation of her pleasure. She was close. Emma went back to two, and instead of massaging by curling her fingers, Emma pumped her arm in, her hand sliding in and out vigorously, keeping her fingers locked in that curled position.

“OH MY FUCKING GODDESS! EMMA! BABY PLEASE DON’T STOP. FUCK YES! RIGHT THERE RIGHT THERE! OH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!”

Emma took Regina’s cues - her body silently communicating her needs. The saviour adjusted her speed, her depth, her rhythms; keeping her Queen’s euphoric sexual gratification steady and strong, whilst Regina’s hips bucked and her legs shook uncontrollably. 

“Em-ma.” Her breathy whimpering whisper caught the blonde's attention, and instinctively Emma released the Queen from her mouth and moved herself up the bed. The rhythm faltered for what seemed like only a second, before Emma continued; this time holding Regina close. Somehow through all the intense pleasure Regina slipped her fingers inside Emma’s soaking pussy, returning the pleasure, and the pair held on for dear life, clutching each other like they’d forever be one and inseparable. Emma moaned into the Queen’s mouth as she kissed her with a deep ferocity, and Regina fucked Emma faster and deeper, as the urge to release was imminent. 

“I love you, Regina,” Emma whispered.

Regina’s smile beamed as she sighed with joy. “I love you too.”

“Come for me my beautiful Queen!”

And as if those words were magic, Regina relaxed her body as she exhaled, her orgasm a euphoric high. The sensation of fireworks were exploding in her head – the synapses going wild – as the rush of fluid left her body, squirting all over Emma’s hand, which set Emma off too. Her orgasm was explosive and plentiful after a whole evening of teasing and edging. The pair collapsed in bed, exhausted, spent.

Regina’s teary eyes glistened as she gazed at Emma. The emotions all at once were too much and she started to hyperventilate.

“Hey hey hey, it’s okay, I got you, babygirl,” Emma assured, turning the Queen around so she could breathe easily and Emma could spoon her. Wrapping her legs around Regina’s, her muscular arm over her side, Emma placed a hand just under Regina’s breasts, her thumb resting on Regina’s sternum. This was how Regina needed to be calmed whenever she was overwhelmed. “That’s it, nice, slow, deep breaths for me.” The saviour deepened her own breathing in encouragement.

Regina listened to Emma, acting on her instruction, breathing with her. Being engulfed by emotion often made her feel like she was depersonalising, floating outside of her body. But being held like this, soothed by Emma’s voice, kept her from feeling as if she was floating away. Her racing heart began to calm and slow right down.

“I got you, Regina. I won’t let you go. You’re staying right here with me.”

“Always?” Regina asked.

“Always.”

Emma kissed her shoulder as Regina’s body relaxed, reminding her she was still there with her, awake, protecting her. And when Regina fell asleep Emma gave herself the permission to drift into a gentle slumber having learned that the power of seduction and BDSM can be incredibly euphoric, but it’s nothing without the power of love.

The End