Alright, this chapter includes rough sex with dubcon elements. You've been warned.

Chapter 7:

Dark Horizon

Emma was incredibly relieved when Hook sent for her at sunset. She hadn't seen the outside of his cabin in a week and was beginning to lose her mind.

He was sitting at a small table on a bench made for two. There were candles and goblets of wine set elegantly on a white table cloth. Hook stood as she approach, behind him a painted sky seen from the view only the upper deck could provide.

"You look ravishing, darling." he smiled, and she believed it was genuine.

Emma lifted her shackled hands, "Are these really necessary?"

When she was close he grabbed her and roughly pulled her to him, her back flush with his chest, and brought his lips to her ear, "I like the sight of you in chains," he growled possessively, "reminds me that you're mine."

She smirked and shot back smartly, "For now."

He appeared to ignore her and said, "Please, have a seat." he guided her onto the small bench, "I've opened our finest wine. A vintage made from strawberries." then he added with a fiery glint in his eye, "I know how much you like those."

Emma felt a blush warm her cheeks as she remembered his commands to taste herself. It had made her feel so dirty, but it had also made her feel incredibly alive. When she was seated she looked out over the white caps frothing in the fading light and asked, "Where are we headed?"

Hook answered while pouring the wine, "Somewhere far away."

Emma took a sip as she let the moment land, enjoying the seafaring breeze, "Why are we going there?"

"That is none of your concern."

"I disagree," she replied stubbornly, jutting out her chin and giving him a hard look, "I'm on this ship same as you. My fate is tethered to yours whether I like it or not. This journey will no doubt at some point put me in harm's way. I have a right to know what treasure you seek."

Hook sighed, taking a hard gulp from his goblet, "Not treasure, love. Something much more valuable. Something gold cannot buy."

"What then?"

He eyed her for a moment, then, setting down his cup he said, "A weapon. One that will allow me to defeat an old enemy."

Emma took another sip of the sweet drink, "I'm sure the infamous Captain Hook has quite a few of those."

"That's an understatement. But this weapon is meant for one in particular."

"Which one?"

Hook waggled his finger at her and said, "I've heard curiosity is a very unladylike quality."

"I'm not a lady. I'm a princess."

He smirked, "I don't see your crown."

"The crown is just a symbol. To rule the Enchanted Forest is my birthright."

Hook rolled his eyes, "You royals are all the same. Tell me something, your majesty. Have you ever been so drunk you couldn't perform a proper curtsy?"

She laughed, "I can't say that I have."

"Well," he said topping off her drink, "we shall have to change that immediately."

KEKEKEKEKEKEKE

The light of the day had long ago faded into a starry night. Emma was seeing double, but the blue of the captain's eyes was somehow as clear as the inky sky above. They were facing each other, both straddling the bench, her skirts hiked up to her knees so that his fingers could draw soothing circles on her thigh, and he was telling a story. It was a fantastic tale about an adventure he'd had soon after becoming a pirate. She was clutching her stomach, her laughter making her eyes fill with tears.

"What did you do?" she asked, completely engrossed in his narration.

"Bloody ran for me life! Those natives were going to eat me alive and I value you my hide quite a bit."

She giggled, an uncharacteristic sound, "But you survived." she said, and surprised herself by placing her hand on his. His calloused fingers curled around hers and brought them to his lips making her heart skip a beat.

"Aye," he replied softly, "I'm rather good at that."

"At what?"

"Surviving."

Against her better judgement Emma took another sip of her wine. Her shackles clinked as she brought the goblet to her lips.

"Here." said Hook gruffly as he produced a key and freed her wrists from their constraints. He then stood and held out his hand. Emma took it, following him over to the railing.

It was a quiet night at sea. The only sound she could hear was the gentle brush of the waves against the hull. "Do you ever miss land?" she asked, looking out at the dark and distant horizon.

"I miss the women that live on land." Hook quipped with a clever smile. She smiled back and let him wrap his arms around her waist from behind. He pulled her hair over her shoulder and placed several soft kisses on her neck. Emma closed her eyes and let the sensation carry her to a safe place. When he finally spoke, it was barely a whisper, "So, how does a princess come to be a slave?"

She blinked, suddenly waking from her reverie. The memories his question evoked made her blood boil with rage. Instead of answering she shot back, "How does a pirate come to work for an evil queen?"

She felt his chest rumble as he chuckled in response, "Regina needed my assistance. In exchange she promised to give me something I desire."

Emma turned in his arms and placed her hands on his chest, "And what is it that you desire, captain?"

His features were hard. He clenched his jaw, saying spitefully, "Vengeance."

She furrowed her brow, then felt the scrape of his hook against her corset. "The duke who took your hand."

Hook sniffed, "Your master has asked you a question that remains unanswered. Shall I punish you accordingly?"

She rolled her eyes, "There's not much to tell. You know the story. Regina hated my mother, but she hated her happiness more. She knew that the only way to truly destroy her enemy was to take her only child..." Emma felt her breath unexpectedly catch. It had been a long time since she had thought about her parents. They were so very far away and missing them only served to make her miserable, so she had mostly blocked their memories out.

Hook gently took her chin in hand and forced her to look at him. He pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear and said, "Tell me, love. What happened?"

She took a deep breath and told the story she had kept to herself for an entire year, "Regina used her dark magic to kidnap me in my own home. She kept me prisoner for months in a small cell with no light or warmth. I nearly froze to death several times, and every moment I thought I was close to death I wished for it, because enduring starvation was so much worse than a peaceful sleep. When I did sleep, I was forced to live through countless nightmares. In my dreams I was torn to pieces by wolves and felt every bite taken out of my flesh. I was drowned and stabbed and consumed by insects that crawled down my throat and ate me from the inside out. I was burned on a pyre and beaten with stones and my limbs were tied to horses who ripped me apart. I never died right away, and the pain felt so real that I-" she gasped, failing to hold back her tears, "I never knew it was a dream, I was so afraid!" Emma melted into heavy sobs and Hook pulled her close. Her shoulders shook and she buried her face in his neck.

"Shhh..." he hushed, "It's alright." She cried for awhile and he didn't say a word. The emotions poured out of her like rain under a broken cloud. Minutes went by, and her sobs finally ceased. She heard Hook say, "Emma look at me." and she did. His blue eyes sparkled with a bit of water that hadn't been there before. He said to her in a firm and sincere voice, "Regina cannot hurt you anymore. And if she tries I will protect you. I swear to you, on my life and my ship, I will keep you safe from that evil witch."

Emma laughed, wiping the dampness from her cheeks, "It's a great crime to break a vow to a future queen." Her heart nearly leapt from her chest when he took her hand in his and fell to his knee.

"Princess Emma of the Enchanted Forest," he proclaimed, "I vow to protect you from harm, and to keep you safe from any vile creature that would dare to cause you pain, for as long as you are mine." He punctuated his promise with the press of his lips against her trembling fingers.

She smiled, lost in his cerulean eyes, until finally she cleared her throat and said, "Rise, captain."

Hook rose to his feet and took her face in his hand, his lips finding hers so swiftly she was taken aback. His hook pulled her close and his hand held her at the back of the neck as he devoured her. The kiss was heated and full of desperation. His desperation to protect and possess, hers to forget and succumb. She whimpered when he nipped at her bottom lip and he growled when she pulled at his hair. His hand pawed at the flesh of her rear. The burn of his stubble was agonizing, yet she chased his lips as if she would never see them again. When he finally pulled away her chest was heaving in an attempt to catch her breath. He was looking at her with the strangest look. A mixture of awe and conviction. When he spoke, it surprised her. He said, "That's how I would kiss my lover."

Emma didn't know what to say. Her mind was absolutely blank. Hook turned to go. "Where are you going?" she asked, and could hear the disappointment in her own pathetic voice.

"A captain needs his sleep, but you've been cooped up belowdeck long enough. I'll have Smee bring a pallet and some blankets so that you can sleep under the stars tonight."

"You're not afraid I'll run away again?"

"It's like you said," he replied, "you can't swim."

Her jaw bobbed up and down. He was being so kind. Not like master at all. Like something else. She watched him disappear down the stairs and heard the door shut behind him as he went below deck. The light breeze whisped her blonde hair in the moonlight. This ship was a strange place, and she had become a very strange person. The pirate had wormed his way into her heart because he could see that he meant every word of his vow. He couldn't really protect her. No one could. But he would try.

Emma looked out over the water. She could still feel his arms around her. He was a man unlike any she had ever met. He was strong and steadfast, despite his love of vices. And he was passionate. Like the sea itself he ebbed and flowed, his heart was large but in tatters from some trauma she had yet to uncover. Hook's love was deep and intense, but seemingly misplaced at the moment, as he adored his vengeance most of all. He could kiss her any way he liked, she knew who his real lover was.

She slept peacefully that night beneath a pile of blankets that kept out the chill. Hook was on her mind, and she saw him in her dreams...

KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE

Hook awoke early to a hazy morning and an empty bed. He rose, looking around. Emma was above deck, he remembered with a start. He panicked. What a fool he'd been, leaving her alone on a ship full of men. His crew would be beginning the day's work by now. He bolted out of bed and burst through his door.

When he arrived on deck he found his ship shrouded in a heavy fog. Visibility was minimal. He looked around. A wall of white surrounded him. "Emma!" he called out. Finding his way to the stairs he stumbled up to the upper deck. "Emma!" he called again but heard no reply.

When he finally found her, he was out of breath with worry, but she was fast asleep on the pallet he had instructed Smee to lay out for her. She was beautiful. Her pale blonde hair fell over her face so elegantly it was as if a master had painted it. Hook gently pushed the wavy locks aside so he could see her face. She looked at peace and his pants grew tight. He wanted her, he realized. He wanted to own her in every way. It was a strange and selfish urge. He had shown her the gentlemen he could be, now was the time to be devilish scoundrel she was growing to enjoy.

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Emma woke to Hook's silky accent in her ear. "Wake for me, love. I need you."

She stirred, slowly opening her eyes to a wall of white. At first, she was frightened.

"It's alright, darling," cooed Hook as he settled himself between her legs, "just a bit of fog."

"I can't see!" she cried, instinctively wrapping her arms around him. He was naked, she realized, and she could hear his men just a few feet away, going about their morning duties. Hook was already tearing at the laces of her corset. "No! You're men! They'll catch us!"

He tore through her dress in seconds and descended upon a nipple. Emma keened as he nibbled her into a hard peak. He sucked on it hard causing her cry out and when he finally had mercy and released her she was writhing beneath him. The pleasure-pain had sent lightening bolts to her clit and she was on fire. When he reached between her legs she sighed with relief. He said, "You think I care if my crew catches me defiling you? They know your only purpose here is to give me pleasure. On my ship I take my women where I like and no one would dare stop me." He rubbed at her bundle of nerves lazily, slowly stoking the flames of her desire. "I need you nice and wet, love. I'm going to take you roughly and I don't want to hurt you."

As he spoke the fog grew thicker and his face began to fade. "Hook!" she cried, "I can't see you!" White swallowed her vision. She could feel him above her, but the mist consumed it all.

"It's alright, love, I'm right here." he kissed her then. It was passionate and comforting. He left her lips to trail kisses down her body, pulling her damaged dress off as he went.

"Don't leave me." she whimpered.

"I'm not going anywhere." Then he pulled her legs over his shoulders and latched on her clit making her moan loudly.

Emma tried to keep quiet but he was flicking her with his tongue and she was so close to falling over the edge she could taste it. When he inserted a finger she sobbed, "Yes!" and thanked him as he rubbed at her walls while nibbling on her bundle of nerves. It was all just a blink too slow to push her over the edge. He was making her ache and he knew it. "Please," she croaked out, tugging on his hair, "please, Hook..."

He answered her plea by crawling up her body and kissing her hard. She could taste herself on his lips and loved how it mixed with the masculine scrape of his stubble against her mouth. "Get on your knees." he commanded.

She squinted at him through the fog in confusion.

He said again, "Get on your knees." and pulled her naked body up so that she was on her hands and knees. It took he a moment to realize what he was doing but when she felt him lining himself up behind her she gasped and slapped him hard with the back of her hand, "How dare you! I'm a princess, not a whore!"

Hook responded by laughing giddily and grabbing her harshly by the hair. He whispered in her ear, "You're my sweet royal whore who likes pirate cock, and I'm going to take you from behind like a hound takes a bitch.

She spat angrily, "I'll never succumb to you this way. I have more dignity than that."

He laughed, pressing the head of his cock into her as he said, "I do love a challenge, your majesty." then he slammed into her making her cry out. He was much deeper than he had ever been. Emma clutched her abdomen. She could feel him stretching her inside and though the sensation was a bit painful, it was making her walls flutter and spasm around him. She moaned, trying not to tumble over the edge. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Not this time. "Are you ready, love?" he asked placing his hook and hand on her shoulders, "I'm going to fuck you hard and deep. If you don't let yourself come I will force you, and that won't be pretty."

Emma replied through gritted teeth, "And how long do I have to endure this insult?"

She felt his grip on her shoulder tighten and prepared herself for his thrusts, "Until I'm finished with your body. Then you can have it back." Hook pulled out and thrust back into her tight channel, throwing himself into a harsh rhythm that forced incoherent pleas for mercy from her lips, but he ignored them all.

His cock was rubbing against her walls and the familiar feeling of uncontrollable pleasure was building in her gut. "No," she gasped, shaking her head, "I won't. Not like this."

Hook responded by pushing her face down and fucking her into the pallet. "Come for me," he commanded and spanked her hard, "come now. Come on, Emma show me what a greedy little whore you are."

The angle was too much. She cried out as she fell, cursing him and thanking him in the same breath. Her muscles clenched around him sending waves of agonizing pleasure through her body. She sobbed as he fucked her through it, prolonging the excruciating euphoria until moaning pathtically right there on his deck.

Emma thought it would be over once he'd won, but Hook only stood up, threw her over his shoulder, and took her to his cabin where he soon had her on all fours again. He fucked her into his mattress. She came again and again and again. Each time was more cruel than the last. She begged him to stop. She told him that one more would surely do her in. No woman could possibly endure such relentless pleasure. He didn't stop. He was punishing her for something, though she wasn't sure what. It wasn't the slap, that he had enjoyed. It was something else. Something deeper.

KEKEKEKEKEKEKE

When night fell, Emma was still taking his cock like a good slave, but she was growing weary. Her blackouts were lasting longer and longer with each orgasm and Hook decided she had finally had enough. He released himself inside her for what must have been the tenth time that day and grunted out her name as he came. She fell into a heap on the mattress and he hurried to make her comfortable.

Guilt consumed him. He had been too rough with her. It was his anger at the thought of losing her to another. The moment he'd entered her and felt her warmth all around him he'd realized he couldn't stand the thought of another man doing the same. What had followed was the uncontrollable need to claim her as his and find comfort in knowing that no other cock would ever be good enough to erase the memory of what he'd done to her.

Hook pulled the covers over her and gathered her in his arms. At first he held his breath, waiting for her response, but finally she turned and snuggled into his side, wrapping on arm around his body and tangling her legs with his. He removed his brace and pulled her close so that she was laying on his chest. Her breathing was slow. She was exhausted. He guiltily rubbed at her back, hoping to soothe the aches he had surely bestowed up her body. "Sleep, love," he said, "rest now and in a bit I'll get us something to eat."

"You haven't done much captaining today." she mumbled sleepily into his chest.

He smirked, "I'd say I captained you rather thoroughly, wouldn't you?"

She giggled, looking up at him. Her face was so innocent and yet he was consumed by the demented urge to fuck her pretty mouth until she gagged. He was unusually insatiable. He craved this girl for some reason. He had known himself a selfish man but never before had he been so volcanically possessive. Not even with Milah Had his first love fucked another man she would have been simply cast aside, but he would kill any man that touched his Emma and he would lock her in his cabin forever if it meant keeping her all to himself.

This was a dangerous game they were playing, he realized. He was in deep, as was she, and their journey had only just begun.

Thank for reading! Please leave a review! I'll probably try to update Bless Me, Captain next but I do have to do some work on my personal project first. Either way an update shouldn't be too far out.