The first thing she felt was the movement under her, a kind of swaying that she had never experienced before. Her mind was hazy, but she knew she wasn't at the castle in her soft feather bed. Cracking her eyes open slowly, Emma took in the room around her; a wooden desk covered in maps of all shapes and sizes, a bookshelf stuffed to the brink with logs and novels, and a large four-poster bed upon which she lay. Her wrists were bound by silken wraps and her ankles chained to the end of the bed with shackles that were wound through a small hook in the planks of the floor. It took her moments to connect all of the information in her mind, and then panic settled in.
They attacked the night before. Pirates.
They pillaged and stole, destroying all they didn't take for their own gain. If the village had any social status before, it certainly had even less now. The pirate crew demolished the small port town before coming to The Ugly Duckling, looking to fuck off any energy they had left. That's where they found her, sitting at the bar below the whorehouse nursing a pitcher of ale and a pounding headache. The blonde woman had been hiding her face under a thick cloak when they entered, their noisy demeanor catching her attention immediately. They split then, half going upstairs to the wench rooms and the other half staying in the bar.
After finishing her ale, Emma decided that it was high time that she get out of the tavern before someone recognized her. Because the crown princess can't possibly be seen outside the castle, her mother's voice droned in her head. Pulling her hood tighter around her face, she dropped a few silver coins on the bar and made her way to the door, only to be stopped dead in her tracks as she ran into a body. A very hard, very male body. The princess looked up only to find herself lost in a pair of forget me not blue eyes.
"Well hello, darling." The man exclaimed with a seductive grin and a step closer to her. She backed away slowly, hoping to keep enough distance between them to make a clean getaway, but he followed her every move, never letting her put more than a few inches of space between them. She felt wary of this man though she couldn't say why, and she knew that she couldn't fight him off, the alcohol already making her head blurry. "You're a long way from home, princess." And with those words and a sudden pulse of terror, she lost consciousness.
And now, as she looked around the room of her captor Emma felt that fear returning once more. Here she was, a virgin princess chained to the bed of a pirate who could – and probably would – do a lot more than simply ransom her. She began pulling at the bindings around her wrists, tugging hard enough for the silk to burn into her skin but it was no use, the pirate had tied expert knots that wouldn't budge.
With all the clanking around she was doing, Emma barely noticed the footfalls coming toward the door until they stopped and the door rattled as if it had been kept locked. She made the quick decision to stop struggling and pretend to sleep, hoping she could catch him off guard. The sound of heavy steps filled the cabin, coming closer to her until they stopped mere inches from the bed. The silence echoed loudly, making her breathing sound obnoxious and fake to her own ears.
"Come now princess, we both know you're not asleep." With that statement Emma conceded, locking eyes with the pirate but soon shying away from his intense gaze with a slight blush. "Ah, a blushing princess! I must say I'm intrigued as to how far that blush reaches." The leer was evident in his voice as he brought his fingers up to trace along her collarbones and slightly lower, sending chills through Emma's body and causing a rush of heat to pool low in her stomach.
"Don't touch me." The princess muttered, keeping her eyes down, ashamed of her own body's reaction to his attentions.
"What was that princess? You'll have to speak up, you see in my old age, it's a bit difficult to hear." The sarcasm in his voice practically oozed as he spoke, making Emma clench her fists in frustration. All the while, he never once ceased his ministrations of her body, going so far as to trace the top of her corset before she jerked away.
"Do not touch me!" She hissed, locking eyes with the pirate and shooting him daggers through her eyes, hoping that he could feel them piercing his skin.
"Oh, you're a feisty one aren't you?" He then reached behind him and pulled a wooden chair toward them and sitting down before dropping his head and letting out the sigh of a man worn by time and disaster. It made her wonder about this captain, he seemed exhausted and when he looked back there was fatigue laced in his blue eyes.
"Who are you?"
"The name's Killian Jones, but most people have taken to calling me by my more colourful moniker… Hook." His own name brought a smirk to his lips, bringing the metal appendage to eye level and watching as she examined it with poorly feigned allure. Lowering the hook when her jade eyes met his again, he leaned back in the chair and watched her closely. He couldn't deny the attraction he felt toward the beautiful blonde, and now that she was tied to his bed staring at him with a look of interest he felt his pants tighten slightly. "And you sweetheart, if you're going to be staying with me, I would like to know your name."
"Emma." She answered quietly, still quite interested in the man before her. She'd heard of the fearsome Captain Hook before, heard the rumours that spread around the village; bloodthirsty, ruthless, and an excellent lover if the whispers of the brothel were to be believed. "What do you plan to do with me?"
"Well love, I've yet to decide. I could ransom you back to your parents who I'm sure would pay more than your weight in fine gold for your safe return. Or I could simply kill you, leave my mark on this town with your blood." A smirk bloomed across his face at the second option, standing once again and looming closely over her.
"Or I could keep you for myself," Resuming his earlier ministrations of her body, Hook slowly traced the line of chest. "On this ship as my personal whore," The rough pads of his fingers followed the crease between her breasts and down her stomach, stopping just before he reached her mound. "Use your body until I'm fully sated and then hand you back to your parents, knowing that their daughter was and always will be," He reached for her thigh, rubbing circles through he material of her skirts and feeling how her hips stuttered lightly toward his hand. Following the path down her leg, he pushed the fabric to the side and smoothed his fingers up her leg, grinning as her eyes fluttered at his words and actions. "A pirate's whore." With those words, he pulled his hand away and walked back watching as her eyes went wide with shock.
He could see how her pupils had dilated during his ministrations of her body. She looked at him with an expression of confusion, anger and arousal. "Oh, I'm sorry princess, were you enjoying that?" The permanent smirk on his lips grew wider as Emma pushed her thighs together to extinguish the fire burning in her sex.
She felt ashamed of herself for allowing him to touch her so intimately, for letting him get to her, for making her feel warm and wet in places she'd never experienced. "What," He chuckled slightly when her voice came out shaky. "what did you just do to me?"
"I brought you pleasure, and obviously a kind you've never experienced before. Did you enjoy it love, the way I made you feel, how I made you wet between your thighs?" There was that voice again deep and alluring, full of sin and seduction. Walking once more toward her, the pirate sat upon the bed, keeping his hand to himself this time, and allowing himself to trace the lines of her body with his eyes. "I could make you feel it again, would you like that princess?"
"Yes." She whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.
Killian brought his hook to the top of her corset, digging into the laces softly before tearing through them completely watching as her breasts spilled out of the fabric. Her nipples were hard pebbles practically begging for his attention, lowering his head to her chest he took one hard nub into his mouth, reveling in the gasp it tore from her. He pulled the bud between his lips and grazed it with his teeth, bringing his hand up to play with the neglected breast. He could feel her squirming underneath him, pulling harshly at her bindings as if wanting to touch him.
Tearing himself away from her chest, the pirate Captain straddled her hips, pinning them down onto the bed and slashed the silk from her wrists, cutting her free from the headboard before returning to his ministrations of her body. Emma threw the silk away, eyes rolling back as Hook latched his mouth onto her breast again. She had no idea what was happening to her body, but could feel a wetness coating her inner thighs and an ache in her sex that she yearned to feel more of. The princess carded her fingers through his raven hair, pulling him closer and feeling his stubble scrape against her skin.
Deciding that it was time to move on, Hook left her nipples and kissed his way down her stomach tearing a slit down the front of her skirt as he reached her stomach. He rose up on his knees and pulled the fabric from her, watching as her bare sex was exposed to him inch by glorious inch. He tossed the skirt to the floor and reached inside his coat revealing a small key, and making quick work of ridding her of the chains around her ankles.
"Now princess, I want you to lay back and spread your beautiful legs for me." Emma did as he commanded, feeling almost compelled by the deep tone of his voice. The pirate settled between her legs, mouth hovering just above her sex and arms wrapped around her legs, giving her a firm tug toward him. He could smell her musky scent and wanted to simply lose himself in her cunt, but he wouldn't until she met his gaze. Instead, he kissed along the crease of her thighs and her mound, hoping his torture would push her to comply.
She could feel him waiting, holing himself back, but for what she had no clue. Looking down, she found his eyes waiting for hers, and suddenly she knew, he wanted her to watch as he lost himself inside her. He watched as clarity overtook her features and lowered his mouth to her waiting sex, licking a firm stripe up her slit before latching onto her clit. He reveled in the moan it tore from her lips, sucking hard on her bundle of nerves and feeling her shudder before pulling away.
"Fuck Emma, your cunny tastes so fucking good!" Pulling her down the bed and onto his face, he pushed his tongue though her folds and into her, curling up slightly to give her the best pleasure possible.
She was burning from the inside out, jerking her hips as his tongue pushed inside her, head falling back as his nose brushed against her clit. The things he was making her feel would surely melt her, a tight knot forming in her stomach, coiling tight as he continued to fuck her with his mouth.
"Hook," The princess moaned, pushing his hair back and pulling his face closer to her with one hand and gripping the sheets tightly with the other. He suddenly brought his hand up to her cunt, mouth latching onto her clit again as he dipped one long finger inside her, curling upward and pushing her toward the edge of orgasm.
"Come for me, love." The vibrations of his words against her clit and the feeling of his fingers rubbing against her most intimate parts shoved her over the edge, the coil in her stomach breaking and soaking his mouth and fingers in a rush of cum. Luckily for her, Killian was eager to lick her dry, drinking down her cum and she cried out beneath him, hips bucking up into his mouth from the intense pleasure. "That's a good girl."
He pulled away from her when she came down form her high, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand before staring down at her with a hungry gaze. He wanted more, wanted to bury himself inside her sweet cunt and pound into her until he found his release. His cock was aching, twitching from the lack of attention, and without standing on ceremony he tore the laces of his pants open and pulled himself out. By the way her eyes went wide at the sight of his erection, he could tell she wasn't ready for more so he took himself in hand, pumping quickly as he searched for his release.
She watched as he touched himself, saw how his face changed when his strokes sped up, how his breathing was heavy, almost laboured. Suddenly his eyes snapped open, before grabbing her hand and bringing it to his erection. He wrapped his hand around hers and stroked hard, gripping so tightly she was shocked he wasn't howling in pain. He was close, so fucking close to the edge that he let all reins go, pressed his body against hers and smashed his lips down on hers. The feeling of her kissing him back threw him over the edge, hips stuttering as his release coated her stomach. His hand pulled away to support himself and his lips tore away from hers as he let out a low moan of pleasure, but Emma continued to stoke him until he was spent, collapsing on top of her in exhaustion.
"Bloody hell, love." He rasped into her neck, pushing himself onto his forearms once his strength returned. Looking down at her, he found a look of fascination in her eyes, a look of wonder, of hope. He felt himself smile softly, watching the woman below him match the grin perfectly before rolling off of her and onto his back.
He felt utterly sated and began to fall asleep when a quiet knock sounded at the door. Killian waited a moment, thinking maybe he was hearing things but the knock sounded again, a bit louder this time. Pulling his pants back over his hips and throwing a sheet over Emma, the pirate rolled from the bed and went to the door, opening it slowly to reveal a young boy with raven hair and a tattered blanket hanging form his fingers.
"Daddy?"
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