Interrogation

Part 2 - Retaliation

AN: So, after receiving some requests for a "payback" part, I became inspired. This took two days, but it has been the quickest story to happen. I hope you enjoy Hook's revenge after the hospital visit ;) WARNING: might have some triggers, but nothing I find to be serious. No torture, but there is slight humiliation. Un-beta'd, so yeah, might be a fuck up or two. haha.

Six weeks have gone by since that hour in the hospital room, and his ribs and other injuries were healed. He hasn't seen her since then. He wants to believe that she felt something and that's why she left so quickly, without a word about what happened. She came to him for information, so he thought, and she left with much more: his heart. It might seem crazy that he fell in love with a woman that practically used him as her "fucktoy", as she put it, but he had. Her dominance had turned him on in ways he didn't think was possible. Killian Jones, Captain Hook, was in love with the blonde Savior of Storybrooke.

Now that he is healed and seemingly healthy, he aims to find her in the quaint town she lives in. Although he simply wishes to see her again, he has an ulterior motive to his search. He wants to find her and get retribution. He didn't mind the slight pain she put him in, or the fact she used his body, but he didn't like how she just left him. That is what hurt most, that she just left him and hadn't tried to contact him since then. He knows there was something there, he felt it, too, but she seemed unwilling to admit to it. So Hook finds himself walking the foreign streets of this strange land in search for a woman who bested him on more than one occasion.

Strolling the street, receiving fearful glares by the townspeople, he spots a building with large windows covering the wall exposed the street. Keeping his distance, he searches the crowd in the building, like he had been doing for all the others. Finally, he spots her, sitting at the bar, coffee mug in hand. His breath catches in his throat as he watches her lips pucker to blow the coffee to a drinkable temperature. Sweeping her hand through her hair to push it out of her face, she takes a sip, closing her eyes to the delightful taste in her mouth. The site of her enjoyment reminded him of her face while she was riding him. Eyes closed, mouth parted, moans escaping from her beautiful mouth… His pants grew tighter, having to adjust himself to a more comfortable position inside the leather. Not wanting to create a scene that would scare her away, he decided to wait for her to leave, waiting like a voyeur would for his prey.

It only takes her a twenty minutes to finish her coffee and participate in some small talk before exiting the door of Granny's Diner. She likes the people of Storybrooke just fine, but she isn't in the mood to deal with people. She hasn't felt right since interrogating Hook in the hospital. So much had been going on in her head while she was there. Initially, she just wanted information, but she was, and is deeply attracted to the man. Why not get some intel and scratch a well needed itch at the same time? Then, she had felt something while they were fucking. Making eye contact with him proved her feelings to be true. There was something more than just physical attraction between them, but she doesn't have time for that now, she's the Savior, and she's got shit to do (besides the handsome pirate).

She barely makes it past the Diner before she's being pulled into the alley by a strong hand. Unaware of who the assailant is, she thrashes and kicks at man pulling her back against his chest. All she feels is a hand covering her mouth and an arm holding her against him by her stomach. She can't see who he is and has no idea what he wants, but the man smells slightly familiar, like salt.

"Quiet down, Swan, I mean you no harm," he says in an assuring tone. He doesn't want to frighten her, but he needs them to talk. She calms instantly, slightly sinking into his back from her defensive stance. "I'll remove my hand, but you cannot scream, understood?" he asks her quietly. She nods her head in agreement, breathing heavily. She didn't know she would be seeing him again. He slowly moves his hand away from her mouth, dreading the sound of a scream he hopes doesn't happen. She backs away from him slowly, turning around to face him, shock covering her face.

"What the fuck, Hook?!" she asks, loud enough for him to hear her anger but quiet enough to not sound attention from passersby. She stares at the man leaning against the alley wall, looking as delicious as ever, bruising healed from his face.

"We need to talk, Swan," he says simply, unmoving from his stance. He simply stares back at her, burning a hole in her soul with the want in his blue eyes.

"Really?" she starts, crossing her arms over her chest in a defensive move. "What about?"

Hook pushes himself off the wall but doesn't move closer to her. "About your little visit in the hospital." He crosses his arms over his chest, as well. He stands proud, hoping to hide the hint of nervousness he has about her walking away from him.

Emma exhales audibly. She has been trying, unsuccessfully, to forget about their time in the hospital, hoping the emotions she feels towards it would eventually leave. "It was nothing, Hook," she replies, rubbing her arms anxiously. It was taking every ounce of strength she had to not close the distance between them and melt in his arms. She feel embarrassed by her behavior in the hospital; she treated him horribly, but she hasn't learned how to express herself correctly since Neal. She knows she's lying to herself, to him, but she doesn't have the time or emotional stability to deal with him right now.

"Killian, love," he begins, walking closer to her so that he stands over her, feelings her breath on his neck as he peers up at him. "I feel that after fucking me and leaving me chained to the bed, you can call me by my name. Killian," he finishes, emphasizing his name. That voice of his sending shivers down her spine and pooling warmth in her core.

She burned her green eyes into his while she reached for his hook, pulling it up in their view. "Hook, is who you are," she spits, dropping his hook harshly.

"Yes, but I'm also Killian," he begins, bringing his hand up to trace the side of her cheek with his finger, the softest of touches that she almost leaned into. "I want to talk about what happened," he whispers kindly, bending down to brush his lips against hers. Before he can reach her, she brings her hand up and slaps his face, hard, and stares at him. He rubs his face, only slightly surprised by her actions. He knew it wasn't going to easy getting her to give me.

"There's nothing to talk about, Hook," she says, looking down at her feet, knowing her eyes would give her away. He becomes agitated. He knows she feels something, but she won't let herself feel anything.

"No?" he shouts, almost too loud, grabbing her by the shoulder and turning them around so he has her pinned against the rough wall of the alley. He stands there, body against hers, feeling her rapid heartbeat against his own, leaning down so their mouths were inches apart. "You didn't come and fuck me? Leave me chained there after?" He emphasizes his words with small thrusts of his hips against her own. She closes her eyes tightly, turning away from him but not fighting his hold on her. She knows he's hurting about what she did to him, she know she feels something because she feels it, too. "Is that nothing?" he asks, thrusting again before using his hook to turn her face to his. He can see the tears in her eyes, unshed by her strength, but her face remains firm.

"Yes, nothing," she answers softly, watching the fire in his eyes die out, leaving them cold and empty. He keeps his hold on her, refusing to let her just leave him again. With anger and anxiety building in his chest, get grabs her throat, keeping her still as he crushes his lips to hers. Initially she fights him, but then she opens her mouth, allowing his tongue entrance. She fights for dominance but is quickly defeated by his mouth, pushing her face aside so he can nibble at her jaw and neck. He presses himself harder against her, allowing her to feel how badly he needs her. A slight gasp escapes her lips at the feeling of his hard cock against her hip, his skilled mouth against her pulse, causing her to lose resolve.

"I don't believe you, Emma," Hook whispers into her neck, leaving wet kisses down into the dip at her clavicle, groaning against her skin. She smells just as she did in the hospital, warm and sweet.

"You should," She insists, voice quivering as his tongue darted out to lick the line of her clavicle. She wasn't sure what to do, her mind insisted that she stop him, but her body was craving more from his mouth, more from his body. He turns her around quickly so that her front is pressed against the wall and her back is pressing into him, heat radiating throughout her body as she feels his erection press into the small of her back. Hook growls at their new position, loving the new view he gets.

"You see, love, your words tell me one thing," he starts, grinding himself into her again, "but your body, well it's telling me something else entirely," he feels her grind her ass back against him, giving him the consent he's been looking for. He knows she won't say she wants this, Savior pride and all, but she's using her body to give him the answer he needs.

"It didn't mean anything," she says half-heartedly, trying to convince herself the statement is true. She knows it's not, and she knows she wants this. A moan escapes her lips as he unbuttons and unzips her pants with his hand, giving a preview of just how talented that hand is.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Swan," Hook groans into the back of her neck as she wiggles her jeans down around her calves before grinding back against him again. She reaches behind her head and grabs a handful of his hair, pulling his mouth towards her neck. He grabs her hand and uses his hook to push the other up above her head and against the wall, pinning both wrists with his hand. "I'm in control this time, Emma. It's my turn to play."

She groans at his words, loving the feel of his cool hook running against the hot skin of her ass, hooking into her thong and tearing the material away. It had been a while since she let a man take control, but she loved the dominating stance he had her in; legs spread, pants around her ankles, hands held above her head, it was fucking hot.

"Is this some kind of retaliation, pirate? For leaving you?" Emma asks daringly. She wants to get him worked up, hoping he'll take out his frustrations on her. Needing to feel everything he wants to do to her. Hard and rough.

"Is that what you want, Swan?" he asks in a deep voice, pressing his coarse face against her smooth one. "For me to find my retribution inside your tight cunt?" His emphasis on the last t caused her to moan and push back into him farther, showing her desperation to the Captain. He couldn't help but bite his lip behind her head, loving how she responded to his wish. Releasing his grip from her wrists, he places hook and hand at her sides, leaning back to get a better view of her bare ass, now free of any cloth, no matter how miniscule.

"Hook…" she started, wiggling herself in front of him involuntarily. She needed something, for him to fuck her, spank her, finger her, just something to relieve the eminent explosion between her thighs.

"Ah ah ah, this is for me remember? You had yours in the hospital, now it's my turn to have…" he starts in a mocking tone, he leans forward so his lips brush her ear with every word. "What did you call it? Yes, fun with my fucktoy." Accentuating the last word with a quick lick along the shell of her ear. "Understand?"

Emma groans in desperation, closing her eyes, thinking of a way to get him to use her immediately. "Yes, Captain."

Hook growls in approval, swatting her ass quickly, leaving a pink mark. "Good girl," he coos, swatting the other cheek a little harder. "Are you going to be a good fucktoy?"

"Yes, Captain," she replies with a smile, enjoying the excitement throbbing in his pants from the use of proper titles.

Backing away from her slightly, he smirks down at her lithe form in sinful lust. "Spread your ass for me, love," he demands, rubbing his hand down the sides of his face while taking in the vision that is Emma Swan. Keeping her face planted to the wall, she reaches back and spreads herself open for the man behind her, relishing in how exposed she feels. "Beautiful," is all he could whisper to himself before bending down behind her to feast on the entrée before him. Wrapping his hand around her thigh and hip, he forcers her to keep still as he laps at her delicate flesh.

"Fuck," she hisses, biting her lip and rocking back into his mouth. She can feel his tongue glide from her clit to her ass in long, torturous strokes. She can hear him groan at her taste and feel the vibrations against her clit. She has never been eaten out from behind before and she loves how dirty it feels to have him there. He fingers dig into the rounded flesh as he continues his assault on her, branding her inner thighs with burns from his stubbled cheeks. Abandoning her clit and pussy, Hook focuses on her ass, flicking the puckered hole relentlessly with his tongue. Emma cries out from the sensation, having had no one do this to her before.

"Like that, don't you, you naughty girl," he says, knowing it isn't a question. He can feel her thighs trembling around his head, knowing she is close to release. He throbs painfully in his pants at the thought of getting her off while eating her ass. He slowly brings to fingers down to her folds and shoves this inside of her forcefully. They both moan in appreciation, Hook admiring how tight she is around his fingers as he begins pumping in rhythm with his tongue on her ass. The mixed sensations were almost too much for her to handle. She can feel herself begin to flutter and lose the strength in her legs, but it is the best damn feeling she's ever felt. "Come on, Emma, come for me," he pants, getting right back to his ministrations as he feels her walls clamp down around his fingers, constricting rapidly.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she cries out, pulling her ass apart further to give him total access as her orgasm tears through her like a tidal wave. Hook watches her fall apart from between her legs as he licks her hole one last time before standing up and pulling her head back to kiss her. Shoving his tongue in her mouth, wanting her to taste herself on him, enjoying the moans he receives from the invasion.

"Gods, you're gorgeous when you fall apart," he whispers into her neck, nibbling her skin as he starts unlacing his pants with his hand. "I can't wait to be inside you, filling you up, making you cum on my cock."

"Please, Captain," she begs, keeping herself spread for him with her hands.

"Can't wait to watch every inch of my cock sink into you, stretching you," he continues, pulling the leather down to rest on the backs of his thighs. Positioning himself at her entrance, he coated his cock in her wetness, that being his only idea on gentleness for the time being. This was still supposed to be payback. "Six weeks it's been since you left me there, naked and chained like an animal. Did you even think about me?" he asks almost heartbroken, rubbing himself against her clit, causing her to shudder on him. He didn't give her time to answer before he shoved himself completely inside of her. Her as still spread so he could watch his cock disappear. She cursed and bit her lip, the sharp burning of his cock stretching her, shocking her system.

"I did," Emma managed to say once she could breathe again. She had thought about him. Pictured him under her over and over again, using his beautiful face and sexy noises as fuel for her own hands when she was alone at night.

Hook pulled out and thrust in again, harder this time, wrapping her arms in his good arm, pinning them to her lower back, placing his hooked arm across her chest. "I knew you couldn't resist, darling. You did have an excellent orgasm atop my lap."

He is almost mocking her as he relentlessly thrusts in and out of her, using her arms and chest as leverage for his efforts. He wasn't gentle at all, and she loved it more than oxygen. He didn't treat her like a doll, he knew she could take what he could dish out. He bends over so he can kiss her neck and her cheek, seeking every inch of skin he can touch.

"Look at the Savior now! Taking a dirty pirate's dick in an alley," he torments, pounding into her with so much force she knows she'll have bruises. Nothing but proof of their encounter and she wants more of it. More of him. Almost as if he read her mind he pulls out and turns her around to face him, pressing her back into the wall. He lifts her leg with his hand and thrusts his cock deep inside her pussy, stilling his movements, pressing himself further and further into her, almost painfully deep.

"Killian," Emma begins, resting her head on his chest. While deeply touched by her finally calling him by his real name, he has to stay in control.

"Look at me, eyes up!" he commands, using his hook to point her chin up. He returns to his pounding, fucking into her with everything he has. "I want to watch your eyes when you fall apart on me, watch as you lose yourself to me." It's a command with so much meaning backed behind it. She obeys his orders and stares into his eyes as she feels her walls being to flutter. "That's it, come for me, cum on my cock."

"Fuck, Killian, I'm cumming!" she whispers, smashing her mouth onto his and she explodes around him. Pulling away from the kiss, she holds onto his shoulders for support and rides wave after wave of indescribable pleasure brought on to her by the sexy man fucking her senseless.

"Yes, that's what I want!" Hook praises, pressing his forehead onto the top of her head, feeling his own release build. One of the hardest decisions he's ever had to think about is where to cum, in or on his beautiful Savior. "What I wouldn't give to release all over that pretty face, but I'm a gentleman, and I cannot let you walk home like that," he explained, more to himself than anyone Reaching up, he wraps his hand around her chin, prying her mouth open with his middle finger. She willingly allowed him to insert the length of his finger in her mouth, feeling the tip tickle the back of her throat. Hook growled at the site, knowing he's impaling her with two of his body parts. His hooked arm presses into her breasts, giving her slight stimulations to her nipples, an all too welcomed sensation. Releasing his finger from her mouth, he grabs a fistful of her hair, pulling just hard enough

"Please, Killian. Fuck me hard until you cum," Emma begs, remembering he is in charge this time. Hell, he might be in charge every time after this, because oh yes, there would definitely be a "next time".

Hook grins behind her. The things he wants to do to this perfect woman taking his cock. "With pleasure, Emma," he whispers into her ear, giving the lobe a quick nip before increasing the pace and force of each thrust. The sensation was almost to the point of painful, but Emma loved how full and spent she felt. She knew she wouldn't walk right for a couple of days and she might have bruises from the encounter, but everything would be a sweet reminder to what took place in the alley between them. Biting her lip, she takes each thrust with a moan, grinding her hips up to meet his.

He feels himself tighten, so close to release, yet wanting the feeling to never end. Being inside of Emma Swan was the best feeling in the world, and he never wanted to separate himself from her. Pulling back on her hair so her head was tilted back, he crushes his mouth onto her lips, grabbing hold of her bottom lip with his teeth. He grunted deeply as he pumped his cum inside of her, coating her tightness with his release. He continued the kiss, the sensations and emotions almost overwhelming for him. He releases her mouth, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck, trying to catch his breath. He places tender kisses on the soft skin when he is able to breathe normal again. She wraps her arms around his back in comfort, not sure how to take their encounter. They each break the connection to pull their pants back up, but quickly return to their post coital embrace.

"Hook," she starts, pulling him back so she can read his eyes. What she finds isn't what she expected. He looks a little hurt behind the glassiness of release. "What's wrong?"

"It's back to 'Hook' now, is it?" he asks, pulling back from her slightly. Were all the feelings he had for her unreciprocated? Did she not feel the same? Now that his cock wasn't inside of her, giving her pleasure, was he back to being the no-good pirate who deserved nothing?

"It's not like that," Emma defends, a little confused to his hurt. She didn't understand why his moniker wasn't as good as his name, for all she knew, he had only been called Hook since he lost his hand. He still looks hurt, a little anger flashing behind the deep blue. Now Emma was getting agitated. What had she done that was so terrible?

"Of course not," he adds, stepping away from her so there was a good foot of distance between them. "What is it like, then, Swan? This?" he motions to them with a sarcastic swirl of his hand.

"I don't know… sex?" Emma adds, nervously. She has no idea what this is. She feels the connection, she feels a strong pull towards him, knowing it isn't just his body she wants. Again, she can't admit what she wants with him from her many times of being hurt and she doesn't know the pirate well enough to see he would never hurt her. She crosses her arms over her chest, much like she had before their fuck. She did this whenever she was nervous or afraid. She was afraid he didn't feel exactly the same, she was afraid that she felt too much.

"Aye, I guess it is," he responds after a brief silence. His shoulders and eyes fall, unable to hide his total disappointment in her, seemingly, lack of emotional connection. He felt something, he felt her feeling something, so he knew that something was there, he was just upset she wouldn't fucking admit it. "I won't take up anymore of your time, Swan," he says softly, starting to walk away and back out into the street.

"Hook, we should talk about this!" Emma calls to him anxiously. She wants more than anything to run up to him, and kiss the fuck out of him, but she's frozen where she is. She can't let herself potentially get hurt, and it's killing her.

"Is that so?" Hook yells without turning back, continuing his stalk back to his ship in the harbor. He had no idea he would feel any worse than he had before after finding her. I wants to turn around, run back to her like a kicked puppy and beg her to love him, to at least try to love him. He wants her to realize what she feels, because you can't have sex like that without there being something.

His entire walk to the Jolly Roger is skulk. Few townsfolk notice him, but when they do, they cross the street, to get as far away from his as possible. He is hurt, he is tired, and he is so fucking done with his situation right now. He wants to sleep and dream of Emma Swan, his beautiful blonde, lying in bed with him after hours of great sex, never leaving his side. It's a dream he wants to never wake up from. He hasn't felt this strongly for 300 years, and he wishes he could either have her or forget her, knowing neither event happening would happen.

AN: So... what did you think? I'm not the happiest with the ending, but I was at a loss for how else it should end. Can't be too perfect now, can it? Anyways, let me know what you think! I hope you enjoyed! Requests and prompts are always welcomed! Thanks for reading! -Bailey