Hook had never been so furious in his whole life. Angry with himself, aye, but even that was swallowed by the dark rage that boiled through his veins at the thought of how she had trussed him up like a slaughtered calf to simply await his fate at the hand of the giant he had already managed to piss off beyond measure.
He had picked the lock on the manacle soon enough (honestly, who the hell did Swan think she was dealing with if she thought that the restraint would have held him for long). What really had delayed his decent was his search for the castle's armory. Where there is one lowly restraint, he reasoned, there were bound to be others. When he finally found the dusty room tucked in a discrete corner, he had been amazed at the stunning array of shackles to choose from. Beasts must have used them on intruders. Lucky for me, he thought as he pocketed everything he would need to make Swan realize just how large of a mistake she had made and carefully slipped out of the castle and down the beanstalk.
"We should be far enough, now," Mary Margaret sighed as she slid down on a nearby rock. "This is as good a place as any to camp for the night."
A small frown pulled at Emma's lips as she rubbed at the knot that had settled between her spine and shoulder blade, annoyed at her body for betraying any weakness. I had to leave him there, she reasoned for the twentieth time that evening. Only getting back to Henry matters. I don't have time for distractions. "Guess it's my turn to go get some firewood," she groaned. It took her a moment to force her feet back into motion. "Sure hope you guys find something to eat before I get back," she flung over her shoulder as she wandered off to find enough fallen branches to keep the fire going through the chill of the night.
She hadn't been gone long, hadn't ventured far, when a twig snapped behind her. "Look, Mary Margaret, I'm fine, really, and I don't want to talk about it," she started, her eyes stubbornly set on the task in front of her as she waited for her mother to argue. Instead, something sharp collided with the side of her head, and everything went dark.
She groaned, her head rolling against something damp and cold as she struggled to regain consciousness. She rubbed her eyes with a sluggish hand and was surprised at the touch of cold metal on her cheek. What the hell….? She pulled her arm far enough away to see that there was a handcuff fastened around her wrist. Both wrists, she realized with horror as she scrambled for her feet. The moment she had them under her, the chains attached to her wrists were pulled sharply back, her body slamming against a cold pillar of stone and knocking the wind out of her, her shoulders and wrists straining from the force of the chains being pulled behind. A soft click echoed through the cave and her bonds slackened just enough for her joints to stop screaming but not enough for her to move much. She turned her head from side to side, struggling to see what was going on behind her, and she let out a small yelp when her captor pulled on the chains attached to her feet and secured them around the pillar in the same way.
Silence followed, the only sounds that echoing through the cave were a faint drip and Emma's ragged breathing. She stared straight ahead as she struggled to get a hold of herself, struggled to find the calm assuredness she had always been able to wield with ease. She didn't know how long she had been out, much less how far she was from where they had stopped to camp (could she remember seeing any rock formations that entire afternoon?), and, for the first time since getting sucked into that portal, Emma felt truly lost.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end a second before a low chuckle sounded in her ear, the proximity of her captor startling. She hadn't heard a damned sound, and yet he had managed to creep right next to her, his breath hot against her neck. "So glad I've gotten your attention, lass," his voice growled in her ear.
Lightning shot down her nerves. "Hook?" It wasn't even possible. Anton had promised to hold him for 10 hours. The pirate chuckled, his stubble scratching at her skin. "What are you—" She choked on her words as he shoved a black silk scarf in her mouth, his hand and teeth meeting at her ear as he tied the ends together, securing it around her head. His teeth grazed down the strained muscles and fastened on the curve towards her shoulder before biting down, pulling a muffled yelp of pain from Emma's throat. Her heart was hammering against her ribs, panic beginning to settle in the pit of her stomach. That's definitely going to leave a mark, she thought, the idea sending an unwelcome twist of lust through her, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breaths.
Hook's tongue darted out to taste her skin, his wet flesh tracing the line of her throbbing vein. He laved at the tender spot just under her jaw for a minute, waiting until Emma relaxed a fraction, her body subconsciously leaning into him, before biting and sucking hard enough to border on pain, his whole body pinning her to the uneven rock behind her. He groaned against her skin, alternating soft licks and bites before speaking. "I'm going to take what you've been secretly wanting to give me from the moment we met." His teeth nipped at her ear lobe, and she shivered at the darkness that filled his voice. "I'm going to mark you as mine and make you struggle and beg and push you so far you'll think you'll be able to take any more." He backed up, his eyes meeting hers for the first time, and the intensity of his near-black gaze sending tendrils of fear and lust shooting through her. The cold steel of his hook came to the side of her neck, the point grazing her slightly as he traced patterns against her skin. "I'm going to ruin you for any other man. And you're going to love every second of it." He leaned in slightly, his eyes focused on where her lower lip was jutting around the gag, and he clucked softly as she tried to turn away, his hook pressing harder into her neck. "Now, now, lass. Running would be highly inadvisable." He took her lip into his mouth, his teeth biting hard enough to draw blood, his tongue swiping across her bruised flesh as he decreased the pressure of his hook. "We wouldn't want you to get hurt."
He stepped back, his eyes dropping to peruse her body as if trying to decide where to start first, his hand disappearing into the top of one boot to retrieve a small knife. "I would hold very still if I were you." The knife slid between her skin and her shirt, the soft rip of easily parting fabric making Emma's eyes roll towards the back of her head until her tank top and bra hung loosely from her shoulders and hiding nothing. His hook dropped from her neck down the curve of her breast until it scraped across her nipple. She bit down on her gag in an attempt to suppress a gasp, but she couldn't help the way her body arched towards the pirate in an attempt to increase the pressure. Hook grinned, his hook teasing her with light strokes as his eyes fixed on the blush spreading across her cheeks. "Like that do you?" Emma whimpered as he pulled away from her body completely, his fingers toying with the knife as his eyes drifted to her exposed breasts. "You want me to take your pretty little tits in my mouth and give them the attention they deserve, don't you? I can see your greedy nipples hardening for me already, love. There's no use denying it." He suddenly slammed his body into hers, his knee coming up hard against her core and his teeth fastening on her neck once more. "I'll bet the rest of you wants me just as badly. I'll bet your cunt is practically glistening for me already." His knee rubbed against her, slow, hard, and Emma couldn't stop the moan from rising in her throat. He dropped his lips to her chest, sucking the side of her breast into his hard mouth, his knee starting a rhythm against her that had her fighting to still her hips. He pulled back, the bruised skin of her breast pulling from his lips with a wet pop, the flat of the knife coming against the skin of her abdomen. "Careful now, lass."
She closed her eyes, her muscles tense as Hook cut away her jeans, this time clearing her body of every stitch of fabric below the waist. He knelt before her looking up, the dark glimmer in his eyes sending fire shooting through her entire being. "You know, I think I'll leave your shirt and undergarment where they are. I like the reminder of how thoroughly I'm going to debauch you." His lips grazed her hipbone for a moment before finding the exact spot he wanted to mark, his breath fanning across her stomach as his teeth tested the limits of her flesh. "But we can't have anything getting in the way down here." His lips dipped between her legs, his tongue flashing against her clit before diving lower. "You are positively dripping for me, pet," he groaned between swipes, his words shooting straight to her core and making her thighs clench against him. "You've wanted me to fuck you this whole time, haven't you?" he asked as he pushed a finger into her core. "Dreamt of my cock slamming into you over and over and over…" His lips and tongue rocked against her clit as a second finger slipped into her, and Emma strained against her bonds. It was humiliating, demeaning, and yet she couldn't deny just how hot every single thing he had done to her had made her. She was so tired of fighting, so tired of not letting herself feel anything, and he made her want to just let go.
So she did, her head leaning back as she let herself enjoy the delicious things he was doing with his mouth and hands, chasing her release with reckless abandon as she rocked her hips against him. She was close, so goddamn close, just one more swipe of his tongue, one more thrust of his fingers…
She was just about to fall over the edge when he pulled away, his tongue cleaning her juices from his fingers and lips, an evil grin plastered on his lips. "I told you, Swan," he said as she glared at him, her limbs trembling and the pain of denial, her heart hammering painfully against her ribs. "You're going to need to beg first."