Dominating Mayor Mills

Chapter 12

"I... the idea of getting caught," Regina said, blushing heavily as she glanced down at the floor. "I- it is immensely arousing. But, I cannot fathom the humiliation either if others were to find out. But I cannot help fantasizing about someone catching us. I can't imagine ever fulfilling that desire though because ... I'm not sure who we could trust. I think it is one of my fantasies that will forever remain just that."

"I've got someone in mind," Emma said carefully, "someone discreet, who plays as well. If you're serious, and if you're sure, we could trust her to keep things quiet."

"You know someone else who plays? Does she know about us?"

"No. But I know she plays as well. She's pretty open about her relationship. She doesn't know that we play though. At least, I haven't told her and I haven't hinted at it either. But if I approached her, with your permission, I know she'd keep our secret."

"And we can trust her?"

"Implicitly. But it's your call, Regina. It always will be."

Regina breathed in heavily, her stomach in excited knots. "Who is it?"

Emma grinned.

"Ruby."

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Regina stood before her bedroom mirror, adjusting her bra beneath the cream coloured dress she wore. When it sat correctly, she then smoothed her hair back and walked over to her dresser, grabbing the sleek, black collar that sat upon it. She looked down at the engraving, Property of Emma Swan, a soft smile touching her lips as she placed it around her neck, walking back to the mirror as she snapped it in place. She let her fingers run over the smooth leather, directly over where she knew the writing to be.

"You're God damn right," Emma said confidently, leaning against the door frame as she watched Regina touch her neck.

Regina gave a small gasp, hand coming down from her throat to rest against her flat stomach. Before she could say anything, Emma strolled into the room, the woman's commanding presence permeating the small area. She walked right up to Regina, the tips of her fingers sneaking beneath the edge of the collar, pressing against the brunette's delicate throat.

"You belong to me."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Emma grinned, lightly tugging on the collar so Regina's face came closer. She pulled her into a demanding kiss, tongue plunging into her mouth and stroking over every inch of it, marking her territory. Emma pulled back, stomach fluttering with pleasure at Regina's glossy eyes. She was aroused. Good.

"You're not finished getting dressed."

Regina frowned as Emma pulled away, looking down at her outfit. She was dressed; the only thing she had left to put on was her shoes. Before she could protest, Emma spoke.

"Go get the box I put on the bed in the spare bedroom."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Regina did as she was told, returning a second later with a box wrapped in shiny gold paper.

"I bought you a present," Emma said, smiling. "Would you like to open it?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Regina responded eagerly. She wondered if it would be the clutch she'd been eyeing yesterday, the one she had casually mentioned would look great with the dress she planned on wearing at dinner tonight.

"Then by all means..."

Regina carefully opened the wrapping paper, grinning widely when she saw that it was, indeed, the bag she had been eyeing. She looked up at Emma, thanking her profusely.