Two major things to discuss before diving in. First, my Baelfire is 100% ooc. In this AU he returned to his father after Neverland and it resulted in a character unlike the one we know. I kind of hate it when fics turn Neal into like the epitome of evil but unfortunately this fic needs a villain so sorry, it's happening. Also, ALTHOUGH IT WILL NEVER BE A FACTOR IN THIS OR ANY FIC I WIRTE AND WILL ONLY BE DIRECTLY MENTIONED ONCE IN HMaC, in this universe Hooked Queen did have a one night stand back during their brief collaboration. I know, it sucks and I hate it too, but you know what both Lana and Colin have said that (although it was never told to them directly) they both believe Hook and Regina most likely slept together because they were both very sexual people at the time and it just makes sense according to what they both know about their characters. Don't worry, this was not a romantic tryst and there is absolutely no shipping going on here, but it is briefly referred to in this chapter.
WARNING: This chapter contains superduper dubious consent and very rough sex.
Chapter 9:
Possession
"Oh, Emma!" Hook moaned. His cock was throbbing inside his slave's sweet mouth as he lay in what he now considered to be their bed. He had been teaching her how to pleasure his cock with her tongue and she was a a quick study. "Now, open wide, love." She whimpered pathetically as he grabbed her roughly by the hair and forced his cock down her gagging throat until he could feel her chin touching his balls. When he shot his release in her mouth she swallowed it all like a good lass.
Her obedience drove him wild. She had been so difficult to tame in the beginning but now she was his in every way. He had taken her on every surface of his cabin as well as above deck.
Emma crawled up his body and kissed at his neck. She left love bruises there and he let her. He didn't care if the crew saw. He didn't care if the whole bloody world saw. He grabbed her face and kissed her, then his arms came to wrap tightly around her in a possessive embrace.
Something was happening between them. Ever since the day at the hot spring, which had been almost a month previous, he had made slow, gentle love to her night and day, just like he'd promised. Sometimes he got a little carried away, but in general he was proud of himself. The bruises that usually covered her inner thighs from his brutal thrusts had all but disappeared and when she begged for mercy he always gave in much sooner than he had in the past, not wanting to push her too far. She was still his slave. When he gave a command she followed it (for the most part), but she was also now his lover. At night he slept with his arms around her and he often woke her with gentle kisses and sentimental words.
"Stay with me today. Don't leave this bed." she pleaded, wantonly biting her lip.
Hook chuckled, "You'd like that wouldn't you? Unfortunately, I have a ship to run and I've already stayed in bed too long." He smiled as she began to draw nonsense in the dark hair of his chest.
"Can I come above deck today?"
He considered it, "Only if you behave."
"And if I don't behave?" she asked teasingly.
He rolled them so that he was on top of her and kissed her passionately. They writhed together beneath the sheets, desperately groping each other in the early morning light.
They were interrupted by a knock at the door. "Captain!" Smee cried barging in.
Hook hurried to make sure Emma was completely covered. Her body was for his eyes only. "What the bloody hell is it Smee?!"
"I-I..." he stuttered, "Sir, we've got an enemy on our starboard side."
"An enemy?" he repeated, "Which one?"
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Hook peered through his scope at the ship that was fast approaching. She flew a familiar flag. "So," he said, trying to remain calm despite the anger pulsing through him, "the crocodile has finally come for his prize."
"What do we do, captain?"
He answered instantly, his thoughts only concerned with one thing, "Escort Emma to the secret compartment in my cabin. Tell her nothing."
"Aye, captain. Are we going to fight?"
"No," he said, smiling mischievously, "we're going to let them board."
"A-and... what if the dark Prince is with them? He'll want her back. He'll take her by force." he asked, shaking where he stood."
Hook closed his scope and put it away, then popped the cork on his rum and took a hearty swig, "I said I wasn't going to fight. I didn't say I wasn't going kill anyone."
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When Baelfire stepped foot on the Jolly Roger, Hook was ready with a warm smile. "Welcome aboard, lad!" he bellowed while sauntering down the stairs to meet his guest, "It's been a long time. What can I do for you?"
"I'm not a lad anymore, Hook." Baelfire spat, "I rule a kingdom. I have an army."
The pirate looked around at the men that had accompanied their liege lord onto the vessel. "I noticed." he said, itching to grasp his sword, "I suppose congratulations are in order. Last I saw you were being taken prisoner by Pan."
"Thanks to you."
"Aye," he grinned, "I betrayed you. But, I am a pirate. It's in me nature. You knew that when I met you."
"Enough of this!" he shouted in a commanding voice that was very unlike the young boy he had once known. Time in the Dark One's castle had clearly changed him. "I have no desire to share small talk with dirty pirate scum. I'll get straight to the point. I'm betrothed to a woman named Emma. She's the princess of the Enchanted Forest and she's gone missing."
"Missing?" Hook repeated in confusion, "I heard she'd been kidnapped."
Baelfire sighed as if he wasn't really in the mood to explain such tedious details, "The Evil Queen Regina wanted to spend some... quality time with my bride before our wedding. She was supposed to give her back last week but I learned that she sold Emma to a slaver a few months ago."
Anger rose up in Hook like a wild beast. "You knew?" he seethed, "You knew she was being tortured day and night and you did nothing?"
The prince cocked his head to the side, "How do you know she was tortured?"
Hook recovered quickly. Shrugging casually he said, "It's the queen. Everyone knows she hates the Charmings. I gave her the best bloody lay she'd ever had and she still left me in another dimension to be killed by her sadistic mother. I can only imagine what she does to those she actually hates."
"Which is exactly why my father and I have no desire to anger her. She assured us she wouldn't leave any permanent marks on the girl that couldn't be covered with clothing."
Hook tried to steady his breathing and resist the urge to grab his sword and run the son of a bitch through. "What exactly do you want, Baelfire. I'm growing weary of this exchange."
He smirked in response and took an easy step forward. "I bet you you are." he said striding lazily towards Hook, "I heard you picked up a bedslave in Agraba that you're especially fond of."
"I was." he sniffed, "Then I got bored. Tossed her over the starboard side just a few days ago. She served me well, but after a couple months with me she was used up and worthless."
Baelfire's face was now inches from his. Hook made sure to look him straight in the eye as he said, "I don't believe you."
Hook laughed, "Search me ship. You'll find no woman on board."
"There's no need. My men could search this rat-infested vessel for days and still not find wherever you've hidden her. Besides, surely it's not my Emma." He took a step closer. There was a dangerously dark fire in his eyes, "And make no mistake, pirate, "she is mine. I trust that you'll bring her to me. If you happen upon her, of course."
Hook replied cordially and with a sarcastically dramatic bow, "Of course, your majesty." Baelfire turned and walked away but Hook added cheekily, "After I've tasted the royal vintage myself, that is!"
The prince turned, smiling cruelly, and walked back to where he had stood, "Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you. You see, if she isn't... intact... in... every way when she's finally returned, I'll have to take precautions to make sure there aren't any bastard children in my future." he laughed, sending a chill down Hook's spine, "A tumble down the palace steps should do the trick."
Hook felt his face drain of color as he imagined such a horrible thing happening to his Emma.
Baelfire leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Do you think I'll get much use out of her? I hear she's the most beautiful woman in all the realms. "
Hook's response was immediate and fueled solely by the fury and blind rage that was making him see red, "She can't be more beautiful than your mother and I got plenty of use out of her."
Baelfire glared at him with utter loathing in his eyes. "Always a pleasure, captain." he said before leaving the ship with his crew.
Hook stood on the deck for a long time. The Dark Prince was no fool. He knew that Hook's men could easily defeat his in a fight. But he would be back, with more men and his father's dark magic, and that Hook was simply no match for. He knew he could protect Emma from the queen, but the Dark One had bested him before, and was more powerful in every way. He was assaulted by visions of Baelfire touching his Emma. Violating her against her will. He imagined her screaming for help, then screaming in pain.
Then came a thought that he was infinitely ashamed to realize was even more abhorrent. What if everything the prince had said was just a bluff? What if he tricked Emma into loving him? What if she let him touch her willing? What if she enjoyed it. What if she cried out in pleasure? What if she forgot about the pirate that had never owned her, but simply borrowed her for a time from her real master. A knot settled in the pit of his stomach. Jealously and possessiveness rose up in him. He slammed his fist into the nearest wall and shouted at Smee, "Take the girl back to my cabin!"
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Hook burst into his cabin with a wild look in his eye. "Take off your clothes."
Emma smirked, once again unfamiliar with taking commands. He so rarely gave them these days. "What?"
"I SAID TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES! NOW!"
Emma flinched at his outburst before gently pulling at her laces as Hook threw his jacket to the floor followed by his vest. When he looked over at her taking her time his expression turned angry. He strode across the room and grabbed her by the throat, slamming her back into the wall, knocking the breath from her chest. He then took his hook and ripped through her dress and then her corset, leaving her completely naked and frighted. He had often choked her during sex, but only lightly. Right now his grip on her throat was just a hair's breath away from constricting her airway.
"What's wrong?" she croaked out, knowing that something must have happened. He had been so good lately.
He responded by slamming her into the wall a second time. He hissed hatefully in her ear, "What's wrong is I have a slave who's grown disobedient. She needs to be reminded her who owns that wanton little cunt of hers. Now, if you now what's good for you you'll get on all fours and stick your arse in the air. I feel like using it." He backed off and began removing the rest of his clothes. Emma started towards the bed, eyeing him carefully. Something had definitely happened above deck. This wasn't like him at all. Not anymore. When she was in position she waited, and then flinched when she felt something like thick leather fringe tickle her back. "Do you know what this is?" he asked.
Emma turned to look and a knot formed in the pit of her stomach. She gulped, "A flogger."
"Aye. I use it to punish anyone who disobeys me."
"B-but I didn't do anything."
He pushed her face into the feather mattress. "You're mine. My property. My... toy. I'll use you how I see fit. Now, every time I swat you with this you're go to thank me. I'm going to use it on you until you beg for mercy, then I'm going to fuck you and every time you come I'm going to punish you for being a filthy adulterous whore! Then you can take your ruined cunt back to your fiance."
His anger was overwhelming him, she could tell. But why? He hadn't mentioned her engagement in weeks. It had seemed like the furthest thing from his mind.
Hook gave her no warning. When the flogger came down on her ass she whimpered. The sting sent shocks to her clit and made her throb. " Thank you, master." After the fifth one she yelped and bit her lip. He wasn't holding back. He really was punishing her for something. "Hook, please, you're angry about something. You shouldn't do this now. You could hurt me."
"So bloody what?" he slurred and she finally realized he was drunk as he whipped her tender ass again, "What use are you to me if I can't do whatever I want to you?" The flogger landed on her again and she cried out, just barely able to moan a thank you. "If I can't mark your body however I like and show the whole damned world that you belong to me and no one else!" He was yelling now, increasing her confusion.
By the fifteenth swat she was gritting her teeth. The sting was unbearable, as was the aching inside her that longed to be filled, But she was afraid. He was a loose cannon. As hard as he'd fucked her in the past, she had a feeling he had actually been holding back. She didn't want to know what kind of assault his anger would unleash. Unfortunately, the eighteenth was the last straw. "Fuck me!" she sobbed, "Just fuck me, I can't take anymore!"
He wasted no time in turning her over and throwing both her legs over his right shoulder. He held them together tightly with his arm making her channel tight enough that the pressure increased the throbbing with in.
"You won't fit like this."
"No, I won't, but I did promise to ruin you for other men. I suppose the Dark Prince will have to accept that his filthy wife is loose because she was stretched out by a dirty pirate."
"What the hell has gotten into you?" she asked desperately. It was all so confusing, but all thoughts escaped her when the head of his cock past through her swollen lips. He had to use the headboard for leverage in order to force the last few inches in but as soon as he was seated fully within in her she exhaled deeply in a futile attempt to relax her muscles. "Please, Hook, I'm begging you. Be gentle."
He laughed darkly, "Don't worry, princess. I'm not going to hurt you. Not more than you can handle anymore. You obviously enjoy it, your as wet as the bloody sea. I'm going to make you come. And then I'm going to make you come again, and again, and again, and over and over until the pleasure is too much to bear, and then I'm going to make you come a few more times. And every single time you're going to thank me. You're going to say, 'Thank you, Master', isn't that right? If you should ever fail to do so I'll take you above deck and fuck you in front of my entire crew. Is that understood?"
She nodded. Her entire body was trembling. Partly out of fear, partly out of excitement. She could feel the head of his cock on her g-spot and longed for it to move. "I will." she whimpered, "I'll do whatever you say. Please, master, fuck me. I want you to ruin me."
With a ferrel growl Hook removed his cock and thrust in, hitting bottom. He unleashed himself on her, ramming into her so hard and so deep she thought surely her body would never recover. But the flogging had done the trick along with his dark promises. Her walls were slick and although his cock felt like it was splitting her insides in two, the shocks that ran through her body every time he hit that special place made her moan. When she came it was enhanced by the pressure from her legs squeezed tightly together. She thank him, just like she was supposed to, but it was genuine, not forced.
"Only I can bring you this pleasure. Do you understand? No man can satisfy you're greedy cunt like me. If you ever come on another man's cock I'll find you wherever you are and punish you, just like this." He then spanked the raw flesh of her rear causing her to scream. The pain was so intense it brought on another orgasm that ripped through her.
He fucked her until sundown. Just as the last light of day faded into the cobalt horizon Emma sobbed a desperate thank you to her master as he forced her to come one last time before extracting himself and coming all over her tits. In her delirious state of euphoria she just barely acknowledged that this was odd. He had always released himself inside her. But she pushed the thought away. It must have something to do with whatever had affected him so severely.
Afterwards he didn't say a word. He simply walked over to his desk, sat down, and began to drink. She watched him put away nearly an entire decanter of rum, all while brooding silently in the light of a dozen candles.
"Hook, please, tell me what's wrong. What happened up there?"
"Be quiet, and go to sleep." he snapped, "I'm done with you for the night."
She sighed but decided it wasn't a good idea to argue with him while he was completely wasted and clearly caught in some sort of rage that he was directing at her. She rolled over, facing away from him, and somehow managed to fall asleep, but she was woken in the middle of the night by a curious sound.
At first she wasn't sure what it was. The candles in the cabin had all gone out but she could hear Hook behind her softly sniffling in the dark. He was crying, she realized after a moment, which was something she had never witnessed him do. Between the sobs he was trying his best to muffle and a wet sniffles he was muttering something. It took her awhile to hear what it was but finally she did. Over and over, like a desperate prayer he sobbed the words, "She's mine. She's mine. Not his. Mine."
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