AN: I've been told that this chapter should come with a warning. So here it is… THIS CHAPTER WILL MOST LIKELY RUIN YOUR PANTIES! PROCEED WITH CAUTION! The other warning involves using religious artifacts for sex play. Don't like it, don't read it! Seriously, this may be one of the dirtiest thing I've ever written. No shame! Thank you Nicki, oncertwice, for beta'ing this chapter. I was far too lazy and far too tried to read through it again. I have been writing all day today. Enjoy your smut!

Forbidden Fruit of the Juiciest Kind

A Priest!Killian Captain Swan AU

PART SIX

Emma stomped down the hallway towards Killian's office when she spotted her priest further down the hallway walking towards her. Emma furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. They were supposed to meet in his office, right? Had she misread him? Killian smiled down the hallway in her direction, the two inching closer and closer to one another. They crossed paths, Killian halting briefly to whisper to her, "go to my office I will meet you there shortly," before grazing his shoulder against hers and walking the way she came.

Instead of walking immediately to his office like he has insisted she do, she paused for a long moment, biting her lower lip and turning her head over her shoulder; watching him walk away. Emma's hand rested against the strap of her bag, her eyes glazing over at the sight of his backside wrapped up tightly in his slacks. God, he had a nice ass. Emma turned her head back forward against her baser urges and continued to walk forward to his office.

The door to his office opened upon the push of her hand, the door giving way to her entrance. Killian had left it ajar for her. Ever since their run-in two weeks ago in his office, Killian had replaced the door knob with one that would automatically lock when the door was shut to avoid further potentially problematic situations that might arise in the future. Emma was thankful for the change. She kept the door open a crack, placing her bag on one of the upholstered chairs placed a few feet away from his desk. Emma continued forward then stopped when her toes met the bottom of the desk where there were numerous papers scattered over the surface. Emma leaned over the desk, her skirt rising slightly with the position, her palm lying flat against one of the pages; turning it towards her to reads it's content.

Killian silently entered, shutting the door quietly behind him and locking it in place for privacy. His mouth went dry at the sight of his naughty school girl bent over his desk, the swell of her pert ass noticeable with the curve of the fabric made against the flesh. Killian inwardly groaned, forcing his hands against his mouth to stroke the skin there to his chin. Killian felt himself go hard in his trousers, his mind wandering off to the things he would like to do to her. Would she be wet for him? Would she be the perfect willing naughty girl he knew her to be? Would she scream his name as he pleasured her? God, how he longed to hear his name leave her perfect pink lips.

Killian stalked forward taking with a predatory gaze, his eyes feasting upon the dish that was Emma Swan, his naughty school girl. Killian stopped behind her, his front pressed against her back. He could feel her tense in front of him as he pressed his growing need against her ass. Killian captured her wrists in his hands, thrusting them upon the desk, pushing her further down against it. The position burned her knees and back, her legs trembling, a moan rising in her throat. Killian gave a teasing thrust from behind, Emma felt all of him pressed tightly against her as she scrambled below him to throw him off, the position slightly painful but pleasurable. Emma's hands strained in his grasp as Killian swept her blonde hair back from her neck slowly before lowering his lips to her ear, "What were you doing, Emma?"

Emma continued to squirm against him, tugging her hands against his tight grasp. The only thing she was successfully able to accomplish was to press her ass closer to his erection causing him to groan out and thrust himself harder in as a result or her actions, "Were you going through my things?" he teased authoritatively. Emma's eyes snapped slut, her face pressed roughly against the surface of his desk, fighting the moans begging to break free from her mouth. She really shouldn't be as turned on as she was.

"Answer me Emma," he growled, causing all the heat to rush between her aching thighs.

"Yes, okay? Yes!" she confessed, the words tumbling from her lips.

"And should you be touching things that don't belong to you?" he teased again, his voice dripping with punishing intent.

"No…" she whimpered.

"Good girl," he praised, his hot breath against her ear sending shivers of pleasure up her spine, "whatever am I going to do with you, Emma?" He asked, his voice as smooth as velvet as he said it, "Should I punish you, Emma? Do you think you should be punished?" He questioned, his voice dripping with carnal sin, "Answer me Emma…" he provoked.

"Yes! Ah! Yes!" she moaned, her face turning a bright shade of red, her mind twisting and turning with the thoughts of how he intended to punish her.

Killian chucked darkly, amused by how eager she seemed by his suggestion. He held her body with his, one of his hands slipping from his harsh grip on her wrist to finish into his pocket, the other loosening around her other wrist to provide her a bit of reprieve. Emma breathed out a sigh of relief, panting against the desk as her priest retrieved his rosary from his pocket, lifting it above Emma's head and into her line of vision for her to see. Emma's stomach twisted, another burst of heat rushing between her legs. Killian pressed his knee against the backs of her legs, prying them apart to grant him better access to the area he desired, giving her a praising pat on her back for her obedience.

"Lift your hands for me, Emma," Killian whispered huskily. Emma complied with his request, lifting her arms just below her breasts, "That's a good girl," Killian pulled her hands together, stringing the material around Emma's wrists and looping the beads a few times, binding her wrists together before coaxing her hands back down to rest against the hard wood of his desk in front of her.

"Tell me, Emma, have you been a bad girl?" He purred against her neck, his tongue darting out to lick the sensitive flesh while his hand steadily lifted up the fabric of her skirt, his hand holding it up against her hip bone. Emma lowered her teeth to her bottom lip, chewing enough to draw blood, the palm of his right hand grazing the flesh of her right buttock, testing and teasing. Killian groped the tight, rounded flesh of her ass cheek, giving it a firm squeeze. Emma let out a sharp squeak in response, her legs clenching together, wetness coating her inner thighs.

"You wet for me, Emma?" His voice shaky was with his own arousal, his nose and lips nuzzling the skin between her shoulder and neck, the fingers holding up her skirt dropping down between her naked thighs, his elbow replacing his hold on her skirt. Emma's breath hitched in her throat when his fingers came in contact with her dripping core, groaning as his fingers were instantly drenched in her juices.

"Look how wet you are for me, Emma…" he drawled out, releasing the hold on her hip to bring his fingers up to her gaze to show her. Emma's eyes went wide, her head tossing to the side at the sight. "No," He growled, "look." His opposite hand came to tilt her head forward, forcing her to look at his fingers which were slick with her dampness. "Taste," he instructed, his fingers probing at her lips. Emma complied, opening her mouth for his fingers, sucking them into her mouth to taste herself with the added taste of his fingers. Killian pulled his fingers from his mouth, wiping them on his pant leg and returned to his place at her hip, her skirt rising to reveal the soft rounded curve of her ass, the palm of his hand rubbing sensual circles on her flesh.

"You have beautiful ass cheeks, Emma… pretty… perfect… mine…" he gritted his teeth, raising his hand and bringing it down hard against her cheek. Emma gasped, her body trembling with the strength of his hit, her eyes clamping shut under his brutal assault. Killian brought his hand down again, again and again, harder each time, his hits rough and punishing against her. The sound of flesh hitting flesh reverberated through her entire being moving straight to her core, her legs clenching further with her desire.

"Ahhhh," she grunted with the force of his swing against her backside, the flesh pink and angry.

"Have you had enough, Emma?" He whispered against her sweaty skin, nibbling at her neck.

"More…" she sniveled.

"What was that, Emma? I can't hear you, sweetheart…"

"More!" She screamed, earning her another thorough smack to her buttock, her body leaning further into the edge of his desk as she slumped forward. "Please," she moaned hoarsely, her body trembling with desperation.

"Please what, Emma?" he drawled out, repeating her previous words with dark intent.

"Let me come… please…" she whimpered, her lower lip jutting out in a frown. Killian complied with her wishes; his one palm smoothing her tender cheek, his other hand snaked out to furiously rub at her swollen clit. Killian stroked her, pressing down with enough pressure to throw her into a thunderous orgasm. Emma screamed his name, throwing her head back against his chest as she gave into her pleasure. Her knees gave out underneath her, her body slumping, Killian catching her and holding her upright, grabbing her wrists to undo her binds. Killian tugged, his eyebrows knitting together in frustration when the rosary didn't give.

"I'm going to have to cut this off of you, love…"

"But—" she opened her mouth to protest, his eyes recognizing her worry.

"I have a backup, don't worry." He told her with a soft understanding smile. Killian reached around, kissing her cheek before walking back over to his desk to retrieve a pair of scissors. Killian came to stand in front of her, leaning against his desk, gesturing for her to hold out her hands for him.

"Hold still," he beckoned, holding her upper arm steady as he sliced through the material, the beads tumbling from her wrists and onto the floor in every which direction.

Emma breathed a long jagged sight of relief when she was freed as she cupped her sore wrist. She gently lifted the fabric of her shirt to see the red imprint the beads made against her with a few angry finger-like bruising starting to form against her creamy skin.

Killian's eyes widened in horror at what he had done to her. He hadn't meant to be that rough with her, he just got caught up in the moment. The scissors fell to his desk with a muffled thump as Killian crossed his desk to reach her, pulling her towards him to inspect the marks he had left her with. Killian's fingers gently grazed her skin, soothing the burns that were the product of his carelessness, "I'm sorry, Emma, I shouldn't have—"

"No, don't. I wanted it. I'm not going to make you feel bad for losing control," she cut him off, tugging her wrist back with a small scowl, "I'm not a doll. I don't break easily…" she smirked, leaning into him and wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, their tongues fighting for dominance within each other's mouths.

Emma pulled back, a wicked grin tugging at the corners of her lips, "besides, I want you to lose control with me…" she whispered against his still tingling lips. Killian returned her smile, his fingers moving to untuck her shirt from her skirt. Killian prompted her to lift her arms for him, his fingers tucking into her sweater to pull it over her head and toss it to the floor below them. Killian cupped her face, bringing his hungry mouth back to hers, fusing their lips together in a fierce kiss. Emma moaned in his mouth, driving him forward. Killian pressed a few chaste kisses upon her lips as he began to unbutton her shirt, undoing the buttons one by one from bottom to top until there was nothing left but skin. Killian tucked his hands underneath the collar of her shirt, slipping the material from her body that joined its partner on the floor. Killian breathed her in, his cock stirring in his pants at the sight of her breasts pushed up, encased in black lace, a crucifix sitting between the valley of her breasts, drawing him in. Emma smirked again; she was playing a dangerous game.

Killian tugged her forward by the charm of her necklace, burying his lips in her succulent neck. Emma mewled in pleasure, rocking her hips in tandem with his mouth, desperately seeking friction. Killian smiled against the skin of her neck, his lips leaving his spot there to trail kisses to her collar bone. Killian wrapped an arm around her waist, heaving her against his lips as he continued the trail lower down the valley of her breasts, briefly stopping to kiss the cross she wore there, all the way down to her navel. Killian stood back onto his feet abruptly, quickly turning her body from his and pushing her back against his desk in one swift maneuver, shoving his body against hers causing Emma to break into a frantic laugh.

Killian held her down with the palm of his hand to the middle of her back, leering over her, "Emma… Emma… Emma…" he chuckled at how easily she tried to beat him at his own game, she was far from winning, "I wouldn't be laughing if I were in your position, but I'm not, am I?" Emma swallowed in response, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as he continued on. "Hold on tight, love," he told her, moving her raw wrists to grip the edge of the desk before fumbling with the fastenings of his pants behind her.

With his pants around his ankles, his shaft bobbing against the fabric of his sweater vest, his foot forced her legs wider apart to gain access to her dripping sex. Killian's fingers dipped into the fabric of her skirt at her sides, tugging it down, the material pooling at her feet. Killian held her waist, his body leaning over hers as his lips met the top of her spine, his tongue darting out to lick a long stripe down her the curve of her spine, making her shiver in delight. His impressive length was unrelenting against the flesh of her backside. "I'm going to fuck you now Emma…" he mouthed at her tail bone and Emma squirmed at his touch in anticipation.

Killian pulled himself back up, teasing her dripping wet cunt with the head of his cock, spreading the moisture from between her thighs onto it. His jaw clenched, his eyes rolling back into his head as he felt just how ready she was for him. His body burst with an overwhelming need for her as he lightly continued to brush the silken walls of her pussy with the head of his penis. Emma rocked her hips back against him desperately, keening for more than what she was receiving, "Please… I need—" she begged, panting for breath as she clawed at the edge of his desk.

Killian chuckled at her impatience, his hand wrapping around her waist to find the swollen bundle of nerves of her clit and pressing his fingers against it making her whimper. "What do you need, Emma? Tell me." He demanded, his head leaning down to place a few lingering kisses between her shoulder blades. "Where do you need me most, Emma?" He mouthed at the skin there, his fingers still furiously massaging her clit.

Emma moaned at his words, her legs clenching with desire, her blood boiling in her system as she cried, "Need you! Need you in me NOW!"

"Hold on tight, Emma," he warned, easing himself inside her, inch by delicious inch, filling her up, stretching her, burying himself within her tight, dripping sheath. Killian's fingertips dug into her hips before sliding himself the rest of the way in. A guttural moan escaped her lips at the welcomed intrusion, gasping at the feeling at how good he felt within her. Emma bucked her hips frantically against him to get him to move inside of her. Killian threw his head back, her movements driving him wild as she continued to grind herself readily against him. Killian pushed her down with a palm against her shoulder blade, ceasing her movements as he slowly pulled out half way before diving himself back down upon her, impaling her roughly.

Emma's mouth opened and closed with quiet cries of ecstasy as Killian relentlessly drove himself into her, mercilessly claiming her again and again and again, the force of his thrusts driving her completely insane. The table moved against the couple with each and every pump of his hips into hers, office supplies and papers tumbling to the ground, the desk rattling with their intense fucking. Emma felt the pleasure coiling deep in her gut, and Killian picked up the speed as he continued to pound into her, her walls gripping him like a vice making his eyes roll back into his head in pleasure, the pressure building within his loins. Killian's hips grew sloppy against her, sensing her budding orgasm. He reached around her to once again use his fingers to stimulate her clit, the action causing her to clamp her eyes shut as her own pleasure took over, her orgasm crashing down upon her. Killian felt her fall apart in his arms coaxing his own release from him. He hurriedly pulled himself from her silky warm depths and Emma whimpered at the loss. His hand jerked his shaft a few times before exploding all over her back in hot spurts.

Killian sighed in relief, catching himself before sinking against her messy back. He wiped the sweat from his brow, his chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath, his fingers loosening around her waist. "I'm sorry, Emma, there's got to be a better way to do this…" he apologized in reference to her sticky back, covered in the proof of his orgasm.

"I have condoms, we just never get around to using them," she laughed, the musical sound muffled with her cheek still pressed against his desk, refusing to move until she was cleaned off.

Killian pulled up his pants, tucking his softening member back into their confines and shuffling around to look for something to clean her off with, "Have you given any thought to getting on some form of birth control?" He asked while riffling through the drawers of his desk.

"I suppose I could go to the clinic and get something?" She suggested, her voice slightly unsure.

"Well, it would be a hell of a lot easier, not to mention safer, if I didn't have to continue to you know—" He insinuated before taking the box of tissues from out of his desk, plucking a few from its depths and returning to her.

"You've never complained until now…" she said as he attempted to wipe her clean.

"I never had a problem until today," he continued to clean her up with the wads of tissues, trying to not get pieces stuck to her back. "I nearly came inside you…" he finished, crushing the messy tissues in his fist giving her the all-clear to sit up.

Emma leaned against the edge of his desk, watching as he walked the tissues to his garbage can, burying them within the rest of his trash like a dirty secret. "Well whose fault is that?" She grinned, crossing her arms against her chest, pushing her breasts up further.

Killian stalked back towards her before pulling her into his arms and attacking her lips with his. Emma smiled into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck to be closer to him, her bare ass sliding against the smooth wood of his desk.

"I would blame you but I would imagine you wouldn't like that very much," he shrugged with a cocky smile. Emma swatted him playfully, picking up her skirt that was resting on the floor. "You should probably get back to class before they start wondering where you are…" He suggested, his fingers sliding the belt on his trousers through the loops and fastening it.

"You're probably right," she agreed pushing her crumpled up white shirt back over her shoulder, shoving her tresses from underneath the collar to fall down her back, her fingers diligently working to button the blouse back up.

"I forgot to tell you that I wanted to invite you over to my place tonight—after school, of course," he mentioned while intently watching her dress.

"Your place? Like where you live?" she paused, glancing up at him.

"Yes, where I live," he chuckled before continuing on, "I thought maybe we could go there and be alone, not have to worry about someone walking in on us." He continued to talk as he walked right up to her, pushing a lock of hair from her face behind her ear. "We could take our time…" Emma swallowed, her mind turning with the possibilities of just what he was suggesting. It did sound nice.

"You could stay the night if you wished it…" he babbled on, adding to his already tantalizing offer, which wasn't needed.

Emma brushed a finger against his lips, silencing him, "You had me at 'your place.'" She smirked widely at him, shaking her head.

Killian laughed, tucking her wrist into his hand and placing a kiss against her fist, "So, it's a date?"

"It's a date," she agreed with a smile.

AN: Thank you to all my followers on tumblr and all my readers for making this such a big success. Reviews are always nice and helps me greatly. Besides they make me smile and make my hours of endless writing with it. Hope you enjoyed it. Thanks again for reading! Until next time. –Cat