A/N A Killian POV chapter. This is Killian's POV for the first three chapters and part of the next. For anyone who read Keep to the Code there is a little repeat but not much. Killian's chapters will focus on his thoughts (feelings) and what goes on at the club when Emma isn't present rather than a rehashing of the sex scenes.

Killian Jones doesn't know how he ever believed someone as devilishly wanton as Swan could be innocent.

He's just left her alone in his room at the club for the third night in a row and his legs are still shaking as he tries to walk away. The wall next to the door is as good as place as any to rest and he belatedly realises he didn't give her instructions for tomorrow.

He opens the door and without looking back in at her, he knows she's still in that same position, blissed and sprawled across the bed, his ejaculate drying on her stomach (really what had he been thinking) and shouts "You will meet me here again tomorrow."

He doesn't wait for a reply he knows she'll be there.

It's when he's at home, in his own bed that he allows himself to think of her again and where his judgments led him astray. Killian lives in a small one bedroom apartment, it's all he needs. The living room is full of happy smiling pictures of him and Mia. The bedroom is not. He sleeps in a single bed at home, he never has anyone over, a larger bed would just remind him of what he lost, that he has no one to share it with and never will.

He wonders again, not for the first time this week where he went wrong with Red, their interactions from two nights ago come back to him. Everything was normal and fine, Ruby was sucking his cock for dear-life when she walked in the room. Long blonde hair falling gracefully over her shoulders bright green eyes, so eager to please shine up at him through her lashes and all he can think is, innocent. She's trying to avoid looking at him, standing there half naked as he is and he calls her out on it.

"See something you like?" Killian asks her.

His cock twitches at the look she gives him in reply and Ruby tries in vein to bring his attention back to her. She needs to be punished for her insubordination.

When they're alone he grabs her arm and gives her a warning, one warning is all she gets.

"Jealousy is very unbecoming love" he hissed at her, and when she tried to protest he tightened his grip. "Watch it Red, you're turning green. You know you are currently my favourite but you are replaceable. Now then, there is a Mr. De Wolfe waiting for your services in room seven, please, show him a good time." He lets her arm drop, and he makes to brush past her and leave.

He's already thinking about how he wants to be clean for the new girl. When she sucks his cock, and she will suck his cock, he doesn't want her to taste Ruby's peppermint breath.

Then Red hits him with those three little words, "as you wish." It's the second time she let it slip tonight, once he can overlook but twice she's just asking for it. He pushes her up against the wall and grabs her chin in his hand, holding her head still so she can see the fury in his eyes as he berates her.

"Don't think I don't know what you're implying." He's not an idiot, despite what she thinks, "You are no Buttercup" he spits shaking his head in disappointment at her, "and I sure as Hell am no Westley" he bites out the words almost sinking his teeth into her neck. "Room seven is waiting for you" he turned around looking away from her, damn woman. He's still hard and gets himself off in the shower, he really wants to make this new girl work for him.

She's draped in white feathers and he doesn't even know her name but Good Lord he could do wicked things to her. Innocent, the word taunts him, Swan he calls her when she gets cheeky. All the girls have stage names anyway.

Killian shifts in his bed suddenly restless thinking about that feather outfit was not a good idea.

He remembers the way she worked his cock with her mouth, simply divine, how he had to fist the sheets to keep from grabbing hold of her hair, and forced himself not to thrust into her mouth.

He's coming again before he knows it, thinking of her, calling out for someone who isn't there.

"Swan" he moans.

There is a reason he reminds himself, that Red is the only brunet in the club. He was afraid that if the club was full of brunets he'd see Mia everywhere and he didn't need that guilt, didn't want that reminder. Ironically that was why he had pulled Ruby off the streets in the first place. Her hair had been loose like Mia always kept hers and as he drove by in the car he swore it was Mia he saw. He had never meant to favour her the way he did, she was just good at her job. But she was spirited, too much so and Killian had to show her swift and harsh justice for the unreasonable way she had acted.

The following night, last night, Killian dished out Red's punishment in full force. He doesn't ask Matron Lucas to send her to his room, instead he asks for Tinker, her real name is Hellen Green. All the girls have a special custom made outfit they have to wear when they walk the floor with him. Tinker's is a bright green sequin pixy dress. It's short and the jagged edges hang just above mid-thigh. The back is open in a wide, deep V that shows off her fairy wings tattoo. He's wearing a three piece suit of dark, forest green with a lighter green dress shirt, something closer to the colour of her dress.

They are watching some of the other girls perform, and he draws Tinker into his lap, he's hard and she subtly grinds against him in a pleasing way. She's beautiful and blonde but she isn't Swan, he's only had her once and he can't wait to have her again. He grows harder at the thought of what's waiting for him and allows Tinker to think it's for her. He left the Matron with some very specific instructions.

Ruby is naked, bound to a chair and gagged, they're in room number seven, Red's room, the Forest Room. He's making her watch as he roughly fucks Tinker on the bed. They're sitting so they face her, Tinker is riding his cock hard and his hands are everywhere. This is Ruby's punishment, she isn't special, she shouldn't get jealous, Tinker's "yes Captain's" are exactly what he needed to hear, someone who will do what he wants when he asks. His thrusting becomes erratic and he swirls his finger around Tinker's swollen clit making her come in time with him. Her walls tighten around him, but it's not enough, it's not the same as Swan.

When their finished he swivels her around and roughly kisses her biting at her lip, Red protests from the chair, she tries to stomp her feet in frustration and attempts to yell around the ball gag. If she wants to be jealous he will give her something to be jealous about. Killian throws Tinker off him and on to the bed. He needs to go shower. He needs to be clean for his Swan.

He enters the room without making a noise and stares openly at the sight before him. Ms. Lucas has out done herself. Swan is tied to his bed, a silky black scarf covers her eyes and her naked arse is stuck up in the air just begging for him to slap it. Her breasts hang low, uncovered and he wants to grab at them. He shows mild restraint, instead of walking to the bed he walks to the uncomfortable chair that sits behind the desk.

He watches as she helplessly tries to rut against the little bullet between her thighs knowing it's not enough. He sits there naked stroking himself slowly, really enjoying the way she squirms on the bed, at this rate neither of them will get off. Steeling his resolve he swiftly makes his way to the bed and slips up behind her.

She stills instantly under his touch, her muscles tense up and he knows she's been damaged. Most girls who come to him are. "Try something new darling, it's called trust" he whispers to her.

She moans beautifully when his cock lightly brushes her bared arse so he does it again. His fingers sink into her tight, wet, heat and he can't help it when he exclaims out loud, "Gods Swan, you're fucking dripping, a man could drown in your ocean love."

He asks her if she deserves to be punished today, of course she does. He spanks her arse until his hand hurts and his rings have cut into her tender flesh. It's so red and he wants to kiss the whole thing better but that's a dangerous game. Instead his eyes drift down to the inside of her thigh where a trail of her delicate juices slides just for him. He can't help it when his tongue flicks out of its own accord and he licks straight up to the source. He can't get enough, just as he predicted he's drowning in her ocean, it's greedy and he doesn't care. She rocks into his mouth and he realizes what it is he's doing.

He is turned on beyond belief he can still taste her but his cock is aching with the need to thrust and stake claim. "I won't be gentle" is his only warning before plunging his length deep inside her dripping cunt. Taking her like this, from behind, is primal and animalistic and he loves it. The noises she's making are worth it. He's not one to take too much without giving something in return and because he'll die if they don't come at the same time he pushes her over the edge, working her clit hard.

It doesn't matter he fucked Tinker twice, and pleasured himself in the shower early this morning, seeing her on the bed helpless and just waiting for him had turned him on incredibly. Fucking her was an absolute pleasure. She's shaking when he finally pulls out and idly rubs his hand up and down her back in a soothing gesture. When he thinks she's calmed enough, sometimes the bondage can be too much, he moves to retrieve the keys from his desk.

Swan makes an aborted sound like she's afraid he's leaving her but he's back in an instant, unlocking her wrists and removing the scarf. It's his scarf, and he'll never be able to wear it and not think about how it covered her green eyes. He tries to avoid using personal items of his but the blind folds the club keeps on hand are boring and generic.

She's looking at him oddly, he wants to call it piety, but it's not that either. She looking at him like she knows his whole tragic past, and everything he's lost. She runs her hand along his scar, the scar he got the night he lost Mia, and it's too personal. A shiver wracks his body, like someone has walked over his grave and he stares at her intensely, not sure if he should reprimand her or be impressed. He settles for something in between when she quickly apologizes with a "forgive me Captain."

Even now Killian remembers how it felt when her fingers lightly brushed the damaged tissue and he wants to know that feeling again.

Tonight was a whole other kettle of fish. Tinker is sitting on his lap again when a man he's never met before approaches them. The man looks familiar he's certainly a regular in the club.

Tinker whispers in his ear, "James Hart, member since August."

"Good evening, James, how can I help you tonight?" he asks politely. There is something about the man that is off and Killian instantly dislikes him. He proceeds to complain, much to Killian's displeasure that he's tired of the same old faces, and was hoping for something new. It's almost like he knows Killian is keeping a new girl all to himself.

Killian offers Tinker to him for a discounted price, which he will make up for, but the man continues to look down cast. What is it with people giving him a hard time this week? The man mutters something about, "I'm sure you can do better than that" and Killian knows this man needs to be taught a lesson, tonight.

He fucks Swan roughly taking out his anger for the strange man on her. He's proving a point to himself by showing restraint. But she's so tight, and wet, and warm.

"Oh Captain" she cries out unexpectedly and he suddenly, irrationally wishes it was his name she was shouting.

He's greedy taking his pleasure before finishing her off. He can't let her get too comfortable. He's thought up the perfect punishment for this James guy and he can't wait it put it in motion.

He leaves her in the bathroom to finish drying off and goes to layout the perfect outfit for her, before going and changing himself. She has yet to see him in one of the suits he wears around the club and decides to look presentable for their guest. It's not the first time he's shared a girl with a patron but this isn't like the other times. He is going to present Swan to him in a way that makes him think she is something attainable then pull her out from under him, literally if necessary.

He can't stop staring when he sees her. There is no self-restraint, like the first night. Killian needs a glass of rum for what he's about to do and walks stiffly to the bar, his erection impeding him every step of the way. He's still looking at her, watching him, when he walks straight into the very solid form of the bar. Innocent, she looks innocent, and that word will haunt him forever, because he knows she's not. The way she withered under him earlier comes back to him and he wants her again.

He does her hair to complete the look and prepares himself mentally for seeing her tease someone else. It's a good way to test her lap dancing skills. He plans it so he is out of the room when James arrives and walks in to see him reaching for the girl. Swan looks at him as if he isn't even worthy to be a piece of chewed gum stuck to her shoe and Killian would agree, but she doesn't know him, how can she so instantly dislike him. The man isn't awful to look at and he certainly acts cordial, even if it's only skin deep.

He's talking to James but he's walked over to Swan, wrapping his arm around her, letting her know he's here and won't let this man really hurt her. Both of them are talking in fake polite voices and Killian has the feeling this is somehow out of his control.

After ordering James to sit Killian pulls Swan aside and gives her some instructions, "don't be gentle." He wants to see her play rough with someone else.

She has been so submissive for him, so pliant, that when she strikes James he wonders how he missed her dominate side. She hits him again and he fucking moans because he likes it. Watching her saunter around their prey was even more of a turn on then he had originally thought it might be, he palms himself roughly before it becomes too much and strips off his coat and vest. He pulls his cock out, not wasting time by removing his whole trousers and pumps his cock roughly. The slap echoes through the tiny room and he beacons her to come to him.

He watches as James eyes, once lustful turn dark with loathing and Killian doesn't hesitate in dismissing him. He wants no witnesses for how he's about to fuck Swan. Breaking one of his rules he pushes into her bare. He won't come in her but he needs to feel her around his naked cock, wants her to feel it too. He flips them over and fucks her into the bed, at the last second he pulls out and sprays his seed over her naked flesh. He's not even thinking when he gets down on his knees and begins to suck at her dripping pussy. She is so wet, always so wet for him. He wants to drain her dry leave nothing for anyone else.

He made the mistake of looking up at her, the way she had looked up at him that first night. She's watching him devour her pussy like she wants to burn the image onto her retinas. Her moaning and shouts of "oh yes Captain" as she comes are enough to make him want to take her again. He stands back up and looking down at her a wave of something akin to possession flies through him. She's utterly spent, still wearing the practically non-existent outfit, and he'd fuck her again but that's when it hits him.

Of all the bad things he's done in his life, acquiring girls for Pan being one of the worst. After everything he's already lost, Liam and Mia. She's his punishment. The blonde in the school girl uniform, coated in spunk will be the death of him, because he wants her again, and again, and again. Tomorrow night and the night after, and the night after that.

It is three-thirty am and Killian can't get to sleep. It doesn't matter he had his way with the mysterious Swan, twice, he's just fucked himself with his hand thinking about her, again. He makes his way to the bathroom and washes himself up. When he makes it back to bed it still feels like something is missing, he tosses and turns, unable to get comfortable.

For the first time in years Killian's bed doesn't seem big enough.

...

Killian knows exactly what he wants tonight. He's dressed in a black suit that has dark pink pin striping, a lighter pink shirt on underneath. Ariel and Dawn are his escorts tonight; both red-heads look amazing in pink. Ariel's Burlesque dress is dark pink and black it's low in the front and bustles in the back. Dawn is wearing something similar in a lighter pink. The three of them receive knowing glances wherever they walk, and Killian knows the three of them look hot together. The girls don't push him for an answer when he says he has to leave them early. There is already a rumour going around a new girl is starting soon.

Killian makes himself comfortable on the bed and focuses his eyes on the door. Everything is all set up for his Swan. It's time to see just how graceful she actually is.

The surprise on her face as she stalls when entering the room is enough for his cock to give a twitch of interest, he wants to fuck her, but not yet. She eyes the silver pole in the middle of the room wearily and he thinks she might protest, actually push back against his authority. After last night he knows she has the will.

He turns on the boom-box, sitting on his desk, by remote and commands her "entertain me."

She looks straight at him gaze unwavering and he sees her begin to move her body to find the rhythm of the song. She smiles at him deviously before expelling a rushed "yes Captain" as she walks towards the pole, popping her hips.

He doesn't even try to stop the moan from leaving his lips. If she is his punishment, he will take it.

A/N Bonus chapter today because I can. Thanks for the love everyone!