A/N: For my darling Optomisticgirl. Here's her prompt: "Hmmm okay, so we all know how I am a slut for smut. And after Sunday's episode, I've gotta have some 'princess Emma sneaking away to a tavern and running into a leather clad sex God Killian' and 'things' ensue on his ship rather... Roughly? But in the good way." Serious rough smut ahoy. Ye've been warned.
She had to get out of here. She was bored out of her mind, and her parents were being their usual charming selves. Sometimes she felt like an awful daughter for being so.. Well, her. She was restless and fitful, and that's not to say that she didn't love her parents - she truly did. But sometimes it was all a bit much.
She knew that she had a fantastic life. She was literally a princess, after all. But as silly as it seemed, palace life had its pitfalls, and though she couldn't complain about it out loud without seeming like a brat, that didn't mean she couldn't feel that way. Her parents were unfailingly supportive, turning away suitor after suitor when Emma didn't show any interest.
There was a lingering disappointment, but not because she hadn't chosen any of the ponces who'd come out to make their pitch (some of whom were obviously only there at the request of their own eager parents) - Snow White and David simply wanted her to find what they had, true love.
It was infuriating, really. She couldn't explain why the idea made her so frustrated. She wanted that, too. She wanted someone to look at her the way her parents looked at each other, but it was an awful lot of pressure to put on someone. And for the moment, she'd settle for just feeling anything.
She needed to feel alive. She needed to get out of the palace walls - get outside, see the real world, see something beyond her padded little life with guards breathing down her neck.
"Emma?" Her mother's concerned tone pulled her from her thoughts - the worry in her eyes evident, even across their large table. "Are you OK?"
"Sorry, yeah - I just…" she shifted a little in her chair. "Actually, no. I'm not really feeling well. Would it be OK if I just went to bed?"
Her father looked at her suspiciously.
"Of course, dear. I'll have the kitchen bring you up some tea," Snow soothed, nodding to one of the nearby servants.
"Oh, no - please. I'm fine, really." Emma pleaded as she pushed back her chair and stood up. "I just want to turn in early."
She shuffled her way out of the dining hall before either of them could object any further - knowing her mom would send up tea anyway. As she made her way to her room, a plan began to form and by the time she had finished her tea (her mother may have been right about that part, it did help,) she had decided she'd find a way to sneak out for a few hours.
She'd done it before, a couple of times, in fact. Along the wall behind one of the taller hedges in their massive gardens there were a couple of bricks that stuck out further than they should, and she'd figured out that with a little effort she could catch her hands and feet on them and climb up over the wall.
She took nothing with her except a small coin purse (just enough to have some fun at a tavern), and pulled out an old servant's dress she'd snatched years ago. It still fit (mostly), but she did have to undo the laces at her chest a bit more than was decent - but she figured she was on the way to a tavern anyway, so it might even help her fit in more.
Along the corridor just outside her room she almost got caught by one of the servants, but luck was on her side, and she made it out to the familiar spot along the wall in no time. She slipped her shoes off, tying the laces together and tossing them over the wall, the climb was easier barefoot.
She took a deep breath, hitching up her skirts and lunging at the wall, her soft skin scratching at the cool brick as she pulled herself up. She had to jump a little to catch the last handhold, but she made it easily, and soon found herself sitting at the top of the wall, feet dangling over the edge as she breathed in the sweet evening air.
She held her breath as she pushed off the wall, her knees buckling as her feet hit the solid ground, sending her tumbling forward awkwardly- but unscathed. She picked up her shoes and tied them back on, her energy renewed with the excitement of a new adventure.
Her hands and dress were lightly marked with dirt, and she took a moment to rub her cheeks a bit, smearing it around just enough to take the shiny edge off of herself, hoping that would add to her disguise.
She stood up quickly, ready to go experience the real world - have a drink, maybe even get into some trouble. She figured she might get a few hours before someone would recognize her, and she wanted to make the most of them.
After a short walk she found herself by the docks, following the path of the marina until she spotted a lively looking tavern, warm light and laughter spilling easily from it's open windows. She pulled the door open and was immediately assaulted by the overwhelming smells of ale, dirt and sweat. She'd forgotten just how… dirty the outside world was, but she stepped through the hay littering the floor (no doubt there to sop up the wasted alcohol being splashed from goblets as men chattered and guffawed raucously.
There was a fair number of women as well, but those who weren't working as barmaids, shuttling drinks and plates of food to and fro, were either sitting in some patron's lap, or clearly wanted to be. She made her way to the bartender, putting on her most casual air before ordering a mead and settling in at a mostly empty table in the corner.
A young woman brought her drink over just a few moments later, not paying much attention, and Emma breathed a sigh of relief that she'd made it this far without being discovered. She sipped her drink and started to look around the room, a pair of men squabbling about some misremembered story, a group of men huddled in the corner - voices low and eyes darting around as if they were on lookout, expecting to get caught at any moment. She gulped down another swallow of mead, hoping she didn't look like that.
It was just at that moment that the door swung open harshly as a roar of laughter came from the group that entered. Emma's eyes immediately went to the man who appeared to be their leader - tall, dark and handsome, not to mention a bit dangerous looking.
He wore an easy smile, tight-fitting black leather trousers that hugged him in all the right places, a sword at his hip, a black shirt with long sleeves and an ornate red vest that cut a deep v into his broad chest - trailing down to show more than a hint of crisp chest hair. Her eyes couldn't help but follow the delicate curves of the floral pattern of the vest, she felt almost dizzy as she traced the curling lines downward to his trim waist.
She shook her head and took a long drink, trying her best not to stare at him. After all, she didn't really want to draw attention to herself. Her attention was pulled away regardless as a rather large (and frankly foul smelling) man at the table next to her tripped on his own feet trying to stand up - accidentally tossing his ale backward as he tried to steady himself, the majority of it splashing all over her chest and lap.
The man lumbered over to her, arms outstretched as he grumbled a half-hearted apology - that is until he saw her face. Something wicked sparked through the alcoholic daze that had settled in his eyes as his grunts turned to something closer to a coo.
"Lemme help ya there," he slurred as he pawed at her chest in a feigned attempt to "help." She swatted at him without thinking, desperate to get him to stop.
"I'm fine - please - just stop!" She couldn't get him off of her - he was so much larger and quite determined. But just then the man was pulled backward harshly.
"Leave the lady alone."
Emma's jaw dropped at the man in front of her - the very same one who was making her mouth water just a moment ago was here defending her. Despite the fact that he was quite a bit shorter than the brute who'd had his hands all over her, the larger man immediately started cowering.
"Of course, Captain - I… I don't want any trouble." He nearly tripped over his feet again in his haste to get away, and Emma felt herself quite relieved that the entire incident seemed to have passed without drawing too much more attention.
"You alright, lass?" The man (apparently a captain) said, grabbing two shots of rum from a barmaid walking by and set one in front of himself and the other in front of her.
With his brilliant blue eyes shining at her with concern she'd found it difficult to speak. She just sat in stunned silence for a few moments while he looked her over - not lewdly as the other man had, but tenderly, checking for any obvious signs of injury.
"I - uh…" she finally stammered. "Thank you."
His handsome features broke into a wide smile, and he nodded to the seat next to her.
"May I?"
She gulped while her mind warred with itself, wanting nothing more than to spend the night getting to know everything about this mysterious chivalrous captain, but recognizing that he was apparently very dangerous - if he could make that horrible man shrink in fear, she should probably be doing the same. And yet, she saw a glimmer of kindness behind the fearsome persona - so she tilted her head slightly in agreement.
Her eyes were glued to him as he swung one leg over the bench, one hand moving to his sword and repositioning it, the other pulling up the leather of his pants a little to allow him to straddle the bench and face her. She felt the tendrils of desire worming in her stomach uncomfortably as he rocked his hips forward to slide closer to her.
He just chuckled lowly at the way she had to tear her eyes from his hips, one eyebrow quirked knowingly as he grabbed his rum and held it up, urging her to do the same.
"A toast - that this stunning woman may enjoy the rest of her evening without further unwanted attention."
Emma simply smiled in response, watching as he tipped his head back and downed his rum. She watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed, and she could hardly breathe with the sudden wave of arousal that hit her. When she thought about sneaking out and having some fun, she'd originally imagined getting a few drinks, maybe even playing cards or dice, but with this man in front of her - she wanted to have an entirely different kind of fun. One that made her cheeks redden just thinking about it.
"You know, traditionally one takes their drink at the end of the toast." He teased, his eyes flitting down to her still untouched rum.
She cleared her throat, "Well then, another toast," she flagged down the barmaid and he picked up another rum. "That this, handsome captain," he grinned wolfishly at her compliment - pride blooming in his chest, "may enjoy the rest of his evening in whatever way he likes."
His eyebrows shot up at that - shocked that such a demure creature would make such a boldly flirtatious statement. Even Emma was a little surprised at herself, but she swallowed her embarrassment with her rum, letting the alcohol burn away any lingering anxiety, and he did the same.
As the drink sent a pleasant buzz through her body, she decided to just be someone else tonight. To let go of the pressures and worries of being the princess, and just be a woman. He looked at her quizzically, as if he was trying to solve some kind of puzzle, and she finally spoke up.
"That's quite the unusual uniform you're sporting, Captain." She reached out and ran a finger down the soft material of his vest - his hard muscle tensing further under her touch as his breath caught in his chest.
"One of the many benefits of answering to no crown." He stated simply.
"So it's true then?" She eyed him cautiously, her body already betraying her mind's built-in sense of danger.
"What's true, lass?"
"Well, the way that man reacted to you, and the clothes… That you're a…" She couldn't bring herself to say the word, not sure if it would cause offense if she happened to be wrong, which was not likely - but nonetheless.
"Pirate?" He supplied. "Aye. Captain Killian Jones, at your service ma'am." He grasped her hand lightly as he said it, pulling her knuckles to his lips and placing a gentle kiss there. Her heart skipped a beat at the site of him looking up at her through his dark lashes as his soft lips touched her skin.
He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent of vanilla and cinnamon. She was no ordinary woman, and though she'd clearly put on some disheveled clothes, Killian saw that she was hiding something. After all, pirates are known for having a way with finding hidden treasure - and she certainly was that.
"Well, Captain Jones, I must admit I know nothing of pirates except that they're generally disliked, and rather crude and rough."
He laughed at her description, running his hand through his thick dark hair.
"Aye, I suppose that's about right. We are generally disliked, and we can be a bit…" his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip in a way that sent a rush of wetness pooling between Emma's thighs, "rough. But I suspect that doesn't bother you as much as it should."
His voice had dropped quite low, his curious accent (which she couldn't quite place) getting even thicker as he spoke double entendres.
"And what makes you say that?" She challenged - knowing full well that he was right. In fact, just the thought of letting him ravish her in whatever way he wanted made her breathing shallow and her pulse race.
He leaned in even closer, and she could feel the heat radiating off him.
"You're an open book, love," he drawled.
"Is that right?" She tossed her response back to him indignantly. Not liking the thought that he deemed her so predictable - it's what made her so frustrated with palace life in the first place. Being caged in by responsibilities - all her choices made for her, no room for spontaneity, no room for life. "Go on then, if I'm such an open book to you."
He smirked at her challenge.
"First of all, you're here in disguise." He started. Her blood running cold at the thought that he might know who she really was. He might hold her for ransom, might kidnap her and sell her to her father's enemies. Her mind raced with all manner of unseemly possibilities, but was cut off when he continued. "I may not know who you really are, but I know that you have an fierce desire for independence, adventure. You don't like being told who you are. You don't like being told what you can handle."
He claimed he didn't know who she really was, and she had a penchant for being able to tell when someone was lying - he wasn't. But still, it unsettled her that he was right about so much. She tried to change the subject.
"Speaking of adventures, pirates are known to be well traveled. Seen anything particularly interesting on your travels?"
He glanced at her sideways, seeing her evasion, but letting it slide.
"Aye, lass. Plenty. But I have to admit, the views here are just as beautiful as any I've seen the world over. And though I've seen many wondrous things, there's not much that can compare to the company of a gorgeous woman or the comfort of my ship."
"I've never seen a pirate ship before…" She started, genuinely curious about what a pirate ship would look like. She'd seen the ships of the royal navy many times - they were imposing and pristine. She imagined a pirate ship would be impressive in it's own right, but beyond that she had no idea what to expect.
"So you'd like to see my ship then?" His tongue rolled over the word lasciviously and he shifted even closer toward her. She bit her lip in anticipation as she mulled things over.
This was the moment. The moment to either give up the game, or be brave and give in to the thing she'd been fighting all night. Should she be the princess, or the normal woman? Any normal woman would jump at the chance to sleep with this man. He was sex on legs, and she wanted nothing more than to wrap hers around him while he pillaged and plundered. She squirmed on the bench, desperately seeking some friction to relieve the deep ache that had settled between her thighs.
How this man had gotten her so riled up with just a few innuendos was beyond her, but all she knew was that she wanted him. Desperately. She decided to give him a taste of his own medicine before giving in.
"Perhaps." She tried to play cool. "Is it impressive?"
His eyes darkened considerably at her comment, changing in a moment from a sparkling cerulean to a deep sapphire.
"Come back for a night cap, and find out for yourself." He stood up then, not bothering to hide the obvious tenting of his tight leather pants, the generous bulge at nearly eye level for her. He moved again, stepping to the side and holding his hand out to help her up.
She blinked up at him, immediately taking his hand and not letting go until he moved to grab some coins, giving them to the barmaid as they passed. It was more than enough to cover the drinks the two had shared, which gave her pause. Pirates weren't exactly known to be the generous type, but she didn't dwell on the thought, as his hand found it's way to the small of her back, possessively showing her to the door.
As they stepped into the cool night air the reality of what she was doing started to settle in. She was knowingly accompanying a pirate back to his ship. She must be crazy, right? She glanced to her right, seeing the towering palace in the distance. What would her parents think? She shivered at the thought, and Killian looked down at her intently, bringing them just short of the gangway.
"You can change your mind, you know." His tone was deadly serious. "I may be a pirate, but I do believe in good form, and I'll not take a woman against her will."
She thought for a long moment, and despite the multitude of reasons she shouldn't want this - she still did. She didn't know why, but it just felt right. He seemed to know so much about the world, have so much experience - and she wanted desperately to feel some of that. To finally be selfish and do what she wanted, and right now, all she wanted to do was let this man have his way with her, to show her pleasure in ways she'd only heard servants gossiping about.
"Lead the way, Captain." Her voice was strong and clear. There was no mistaking her decision. She wanted this.
He seemed surprised, but merely hummed a little as he looked her over. Once he was satisfied that she was certain, he swept her off her feet and carried her up to the deck, setting her down gently on the planks of the well-kept ship.
The ship certainly was impressive. Impeccably maintained, even dignified, which wasn't at all what she expected. It looked nearly regal, and she realized dumbly that it may very well have been a royal ship at some point.
He scratched behind his ear nervously, an odd little tick that surprised her. He seemed bashful in that moment, it made him look younger, more unsteady than she thought he was capable of.
"So, would you like the full tour, or…" he trailed off, giving her another out. But to be honest, seeing him look so uncertain only made her desire for him thrum more insistently. She wanted to wipe the anxiety from his handsome face - wanted the cavalier captain again.
"Maybe we could start with the Captain's quarters," she cooed, trailing a delicate finger from the underside of his jaw down his collarbone and along the deep v of his vest. He shuddered under her touch and her confidence flared. She may be inexperienced, but she somehow instinctively knew how to take his breath away. It made her feel powerful.
"If the lady insists," he responded. Turning on his heel to pull open the hatch, pointing to the ladder leading down to his cabin. She stepped down them lightly, holding his offered hand until she got her bearings and felt the solid floor beneath her. She stepped back to allow him to follow her down, trying to make out the features of the room in the low light.
The hatch door closed and locked, and he made quick work of lighting a lantern to cast a subtle glow of light. She was looking at his impressive collection of books, some navigation reference books, others boasting tales of adventure and intrigue. He stepped behind her, his hands possessively gripping her waist, fingers digging in harshly. She shouldn't like it, but she groaned at his obvious strength - loving the feeling of his lean frame pressing into her from behind.
She could feel his insistent arousal pressing into her backside, even though his leather and her skirts, and he leaned his head to one side to whisper hotly into her ear.
"Last chance, Princess."
She went rigid in his hold. Did she hear that right?
"Yes, I know who you really are, Princess Emma."
"But at the tavern…" she started, but he cut her off.
"I had my suspicions. After all, such porcelain skin is rare even among royals, but impossible among us regular folks. When we were outside, you gave yourself away. The way you looked at the palace, it's the way I look at the Jolly Roger. That's your home. So I'll ask you just one more time," he turned her around so he could see her face, expecting to find terror there at being discovered. Instead he was met with adrenaline and lust, and he knew this princess was unlike anyone he'd ever met. "Still want to spend a night with the Captain, Princess?"
He'd barely gotten the words out before she'd grabbed the lapels of his shirt, pulling him into her, their lips crashing into a brutal kiss. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Her heart pounding away at her brash decision and the feeling of his tongue swiping at her bottom lip in a silent plea for entry into her mouth. She moaned and opened wider for him, his hand finding the back of her head before slanting his mouth over hers, allowing him to deepen their kiss.
He was drowning in her. He had no idea what in the world this princess was thinking, throwing herself at a lowly pirate like himself, but he wasn't about to stop her. He'd wanted her ever since he caught sight of her at the tavern. He could see how beautiful she was, despite her attempts to cover herself up in tattered skirts and a bit of dirt. The feral part of him saw something so pretty and delicate and just wanted to take his pleasure. There was a kind of satisfying violence in being rough with something so soft, and the moment she started flirting back he knew she was the kind of woman who might actually appreciate the rougher side of him.
He pulled back, both of them breathless from their kiss. She whined at the separation. Now that she knew what it could feel like, she never wanted to stop kissing him. He reached around her, pulling at her laces until she could slip out of her dress and skirts, leaving her in just a slip before him. As much as she loved that vest, she wanted to see what he looked like underneath. He felt amazing under her fingers, but seeing his toned muscle was likely to be a singular experience.
She wasn't familiar with men's clothing though, and she found herself fumbling to figure out how to get him out of his vest and trousers. He chuckled to himself.
"Quite eager, aren't you, princess?"
He took over her task, quickly working the buttons of his vest and sliding his shirt over his shoulders, revealing his dark patch of chest hair. Emma ran her fingers through it, enamored with the feeling of him under her soft hands. He gasped as she brought her hands to the edge of his leather pants, trailing along the top of them, even dipping her fingers under them the tiniest bit.
He growled at her and grabbed her wrist roughly, shoving it down to cup his generous length. She wasn't entirely sure what to do, but she tentatively gripped the hard outline of him and he hissed as he head fell backward in pleasure.
His head fell forward again, his gaze unsteady as he saw her palming him through the thick material. She was an absolute vision, and he wanted to save this moment in his memory for the rest of time.
After he'd savored the feeling, he shoved his pants down his legs, kicking them off unceremoniously, his cock finally springing free - bobbing in front of him as she stared. She'd seen a few men naked before, her friend Ruby had snuck out with her one summer day and spied on a couple of boys stripping down and jumping into the lake, enjoying the cool water.
But this was different, much more like the dirty book that Ruby had brought her one day. The two of them curled up under the covers of her bed, giggling over the lewd pictures. He was quite large, from what she could tell, and she suddenly got a little nervous, wondering how on earth that was going to fit where she knew it was supposed to go. No wonder people said that it could be painful.
"Impressive enough for you, milady?" He stood proudly, no shame in his stance, even as he stood completely naked under her gaze. She couldn't bring herself to answer, she just gulped and licked her lips. "That's what I thought," he crooned, closing short distance between them and bringing her into another passionate kiss.
His hands started to wander while their tongues worked in tandem, first running down her ribs, almost ticklishly, before dropping lower, to the small of her back, and then even lower as he grabbed her ass hard enough to leave fingermarks. His rough hands pulled at her slip, bringing it up high enough for him to snake his hand underneath it. He let his hands work up her stomach to her breasts, her nipples pebbled under his touch, the material of her slip now bunched up on his forearms as he dipped his head down to suck on one of the rosy buds.
She gasped at the intensity of the sensation, his scruff burning her skin as he tongue drew circles on her. Pulling the slip the rest of the way over her head she was gloriously nude before him, her body giving in completely to the way he expertly worked her.
Before long he brought a hand down between her legs experimentally, his fingers moving through her curls down to her slit below.
"Are you wet for me princess?" He cooed into her chest as he drug his fingers through her folds, sending a shock of pleasure through her.
"Seven hells, lass, you're positively soaked for me," he breathed out, pulling his fingers upward to her sensitive bundle of nerves. Once he found it she cried out. She'd touched herself there before, but this was so different. He knew exactly what to do, and he worked tight little circles over her until her hips started rutting into his hand. He withdrew his touch for only a moment as he sunk to his knees before her, pushing her back up against the ladder as he brought his mouth to her.
She gripped the rungs of the ladder as he brought her legs up onto his shoulders, all the while keeping his tongue pressed into her most intimate place. Emma was seeing stars, at least she imagined she would be seeing stars if she could see anything at all. The whole world was spinning and growing dark around the edges as he worked her, tongue alternating between plunging wetly into her and lapping at her clit. With an particularly hard suck at her bundle of nerves she felt every muscle in her body tense as her orgasm crashed into her. She nearly screamed with pleasure, but he kept his mouth on her through the entire thing, even as the aftershocks shook her body.
He brought her feet back to the ground but gave her no time to recover, pulling her from the ladder and bending her over his desk roughly, sending the few papers and books that were there toppling to the floor. His obvious urgency sent yet another wave of wetness to her core, even as she could feel the combination of her release and his saliva dripping down her thigh.
She could feel him lining himself up behind her, his breath ragged before he'd even done anything to relieve his own tension. She was eager to feel him pressing into her tight sheath. If that's how it felt when he simply kissed and touched her there, she couldn't wait to feel him pressed into her. But he wasn't moving. He was just there, breathing hard.
"Captain?" She looked back at him over her shoulder, and he nearly came on the spot, just seeing her pleading eyes staring back at him, ready and willing for him to ruin her.
"You're sure?" He asked her one more time. He had to be certain.
In response she rolled her hips backward, bringing the tip of him into her hot center. He cursed loudly, grabbing her hips tight enough to bruise, his hands shaking as he held her in place, gulping down air just to keep himself from exploding into her without ever taking a single thrust. This woman would be the death of him, no doubt.
Once he'd pulled himself together enough for his vision to clear he took a deep breath.
"Hold on tight, love, I don't think I can be gentle," he warned.
"Who says I want you to be gentle?" She challenged, her lips curving into a smirk.
He groaned loudly at her remark, and then he slammed forward, earning a sharp yelp from her as her body tensed in pain. He held himself there, pushed into her deeper than she thought possible, he could feel the tip of him pushing against her walls. She felt incredible around him, so tight and wet and warm. He felt another pulse of arousal roll through him as he hardened impossibly further.
With that he started to move within her, rocking his hips forward in shallow thrusts as her pain gave way to immense pleasure. He felt the moment it happened, her arousal coating him while he was tucked inside her.
"Bloody hell, lass," he croaked, "You feel sublime around me."
He started thrusting into her in earnest now, pulling nearly all the way out before rushing back into her welcoming heat. The push and pull gave them both an incredible high as their bodies fell into a fast rhythm. He was absolutely relentless, and his tenuous grip on his self control was slipping as she started to meet his thrusts by bouncing backward into him.
He grunted and grabbed her her hair, pulling a handful of the golden locks into his hand tightly. She yelped, but found herself enjoying the mixture of pleasure and pain again.
"Gods, you like that, don't you? Dirty, wanton little Princess." His hips stuttering a little as he brought his other hand around to her backside.
"Yes, Captain," She moaned, "like it - ugh - like it rough."
He smiled wickedly, of course she liked it rough. And thank the gods for that, because he wasn't sure he could be gentle with her driving him mad like that.
"You want the pirate to ravish you, don't you? Want me to -" he rammed into her harshly as he spoke, bringing her to the brink with the combination of his sinful voice and his body, "destroy you for other men?"
She couldn't respond, he had her hair pulled so hard that the long column of her throat was tense enough to make speech impossible.
He brought his hand back to her ass and swatted her hard, making her jump - his cock moving deliciously inside her as she did. If she hadn't had a mind-blowing orgasm just minutes ago that would have done her in, but she was teetering just on the edge now. Ready to go at any moment, she just needed that extra little push.
As if Killian could read her mind he removed his hand from her backside and brought it up to grab her hand (which had been gripping the desk tightly), shoving it between their legs. His intent was obvious, but he growled his instruction into her ear, regardless.
"Touch yourself, Princess. Want to feel you come around me."
She could hardly resist, and it only took a few strokes to get her dangerously close.
"God, Killian - I'm gonna come" she panted and he started to rut into her wildly.
"Say it again" he commanded, his voice gravelly and strained. "Say my name."
With another swipe over her clit she was sent flying over that golden peak - screaming his name over and over as she clenched and convulsed around him. The feeling of her walls gripping him in that uncontrollable rhythm made him finally follow her into bliss.
He grunted as his hips thrust once, twice, three more times before he pressed as deeply into her as he could, pulsing thick streams of his release into her, painting her insides with his creamy seed. His vision had gone black as he came, unable to focus on anything as the swirl of his pleasure overtook him.
After a few long minutes he was finally able to pull away from her, allowing himself to slip out of her. She stayed bent over the desk, still catching her breath and he took her in. The angry red welts on her backside where he'd swatted her, her hair a tangled mess, the bruises already forming on her his where his hands had gripped her so tightly, the white trails of their combined releases running down her thigh. She was utterly debauched and it was the most devastatingly beautiful sight he'd ever beheld.
He grabbed a cloth, dipping it in the washbin before bringing it over to start cleaning her up with more tenderness than she thought him capable of. Especially after that. She never would have thought she would enjoy something like that, but the way he made her feel was just - incredible.
"You OK, lass?" He finally spoke after cleaning her up. "That was…"
His voice was tinged with worry, and she quickly turned to make sure he could see her face.
"More than OK." She smiled back at him. "That was amazing."
He broke into a wide grin, and he knew his life would never be the same again.