**The Toy Box**
A Captain Swan Fanfiction One Shot Series
AN- I blame everyone in the CS discord for this little gem because they want to exploit my pain for smut. This actually happened to me minus the aftermath. Feel free to make fun of me in the comments. But anyways this will be the first fic in a series that will be a series of sex toy prompts. If you have an idea let me know. The catch? The only thing you have to give me is the name of a few sex toys and my filthy mind will do the rest. Inspire me with your kinks.
Summary: CS one-shot based off my traumatic experience with the mailman delivering my sex toys. Killian is a mail man who has been delivering Emma's "discreet" packages for a while and has always wondered what was inside them. Today he's going to find out. Rated M for some very explicit smutty goodness.
Postal Service
Emma was buzzing with excitement, biting her lower lip in anticipation. She could barely contain herself as she paced the floor of her living room in wait, glancing out the window every now and then to see if it had arrived yet.
Several days ago she received a coupon in her email from her favorite online sex toy store. She saw it as the perfect opportunity to add a few necessary items to her growing collection. 20 percent off and free shipping? She would have to be certifiably insane not to take advantage of it. She was horny. Not stupid.
She recalled settling on the sofa several days ago, her legs tucked underneath her ass as she merrily scrolled through the US website using the laptop placed on top of her thighs. There was so much that the UK chain had to offer — how was she ever going to decide?
Using the main menu she navigated through the different categories ranging anywhere from solo toys to hardcore BDSM, each one offering its own unique possiblity for pleasure.
However, the thing that ended up reeling her in like a helpless fish that had been baited on a hook was the sale section. It's perfect red font in big bold capital letters beckoned to her, her fingers twitching as she hovered over the section before clicking.
Her eyes widened when she saw that select items from one of favorite sex toy brands was on sale. Sure, 50 Shades of Grey was a dumpster fire of misogyny and consent issues but she had to hand it to the author, she created some pretty hot shit inspired by the series.
Browsing the sale section she stumbled upon an item that had been on her wish list for quite some time — nipple clamps. Peering at her from the faint glow of the screen was a gorgeous pair of weighted nipple clamps connected by a chain that could be used by a potential partner to tug them at his behest leaving her nipples to his mercy.
Just the idea of it had her so wet that she had to clench her thighs for relief. She inwardly groaned at the picture of being teased to submission by a man who wanted nothing more to possess her as he whispered dark promises into her ear. He would wrap his hand around the chain, pulling hard as he huskily told her how beautiful she looked, back arched as she embarrassingly begged him for more.
No, Emma.
She tried to calm herself down. If she intended to make it through her online shopping trip she would need to be pragmatic if she was going to last long enough to check out. Not wishing to waste more time fawning over the item, she added it to her cart, smiling to herself as she saw a preview of the item followed by a little icon that bared the number of items tucked inside it.
Now to check out the BDSM section. After religiously ordering from this website on and off for the last several weeks, she was longing to add a few more bondage items to her collection.
Her eyes lit up as she stumbled upon the item that had plagued her persistently. She couldn't even count on her fingers how many times she looked at this item longingly and thought about finally adding it to her cart. But something kept holding her back from following through with the transaction. No — not this time. This one was coming home with her.
The item in question was a piece of quintessential bondage gear that every BDSM lover should have at their disposal — a spreader bar with attached cuffs, the material meant to be comfortable when tied to her ankles. The one she was currently looking at was a 20 inch solid black spreader bar with matching cuffs connecting to metal rings. She had contemplated looking into an extendable bar but being new to the concept she decided to start small and work her way up.
She imagined being spread open as the object of her affection leered over her darkly, reveling in having her vulnerable and exposed to his heated gaze. She would writhe against the bed, tugging on her other restraints, whining at not being able to close her legs as he commented on how wet she was.
With a single click the item was added to her virtual shopping cart. With a satisfied grin she continued to look at the site's collection of cuffs before her eyes fell upon an item she never knew she wanted until she saw it with her own two eyes.
"That's different." She thought to herself, cocking her head in interest as she examined the item. She didn't even know they made something like this, if she had she would have jumped on it sooner. There on the page was a pair of adjustable over the door handcuffs in a faux snakeskin crimson leather with gold fastenings. It really was the next best option to having a bulky piece of bondage furniture installed in her home.
Her mind couldn't help but conjure up the salacious picture of her rigid body being stretched, her back hitting the wood of the door as hot roving fingers touched the places that made her bite her lip to suppress a moan, her fingers helpless curling against the cuffs. She would be blindfolded of course — her senses heightened as an unknown man kissed down her skin before settling between her thighs and wrapping his lips around her, sensually feasting on her wet flesh.
By the time she proceeded to checkout she was positively dripping and she knew as soon as she closed the lid on her laptop she would have to use one of the items in her sex toy chest to ease the ache in her sex and make up for the pricey dent she had just made in her checking account, but she knew her purchase would not be squandered. She knew that each carefully thought out item would bring her endless pleasure and countless orgasms.
Now all that was left to do was wait for the package to show up at her door. She had never been good at waiting — she was completely impatient as she rapped her fingers nervously against the window seal as she tracked her package in real time.
The truth of the matter was that the day the postman came to her door for a delivery was her favorite time of the day. It had been that way for the last several months since he had taken over the route.
Slowly, she found herself buying small random things here or there just so she could see him bend over to leave a package at her door. During months she could swing the additional cost she paid extra for shipping so that the package being delivered required her to sign for it. She would give him a coy flirtatious smile as he handed her the pen pad instructing her to sign for it. There were even moments where their fingers brushed as he handed over her parcel.
It wouldn't be long now. He should be arriving just about now. At that though, Emma peered outside the window, parting the blinds with her fingers to see the truck with the white and blue eagle painted on the side.
There had been much preparation involved for this moment. She had curled her hair, put makeup on, heck, she was even wearing her best push-up bra — the black lacy one that hugged her chest tightly leaving very little to the imagination. She had picked out her best crop top and donned her favorite pair of yoga pants to emphasize the curve of her backside — all in hopes of seducing the postal worker that she hadn't even mustered up the courage to ask him for his name.
Everytime she opened up her mouth to speak nothing came out. It was like this handsome and charming postman had taken every word from her vocabulary and rendered her mute. Jesus, he probably thought she was slow.
Chancing another glance out the window she saw the man climb out of the truck before retrieving her package. It was show time.
Emma ruffled her hair a bit trying to give it that perfectly tousled windswept look and waited anxiously at the door for that inevitable knock. She had heard the sound a hundred times in over the last year but it still had the effect of making her jump at the sound of him rapping his knuckles against the door.
She gave herself a few seconds before answering, not wanting to appear too eager. Placing her hand on the knob, she turned it and the door gave way. She quickly positioned herself in the doorway and moved to speak when her breath hitched at the man standing before her clutching her- Oh my god, was that her package?
"My apologies, lass. It appears that it got a little banged up in transit." He apologized with an uneasy smile as he presented the box to her. He had removed his cap, tucking it into the waistband of his pants and moved to scratch the back of his head awkwardly waiting for her to respond. He wiped the sweat from his forehead as the muscles stretched the fabric of the blue button up he wore with a few of its buttons undone to reveal the planes of his chest, which were covered in a thick thatch of hair.
Emma's hand flew over her mouth in shock, her face flushed at the sight of the spreader bar she had ordered pierced through the corner of the box. She glanced at the mangled box awkwardly before darting back to him to read his expression, she was absolutely mortified.
"I really am terribly sorry for the inconvenience. If you'd like I could give you the claims number if anything is broken."
"No." She shook her head frantically, much to his confusion. "No. That won't be necessary. I will just take this inside." She snatched the box unceremoniously from his grasp leaving him stunned.
"Thankyouhaveagooddaybye." She mumbled, throwing the door open and shutting it in his face. She dropped the box where she stood and drew her hands over her face, sighing heavily in disbelief.
Maybe he didn't see it? Even if he had, there's no way he could tell what it was, right?
"Fuck." She cursed softly, as she beat her hand in frustration against the door. "God, why? Why me?" She asked herself, staring at the ceiling.
Emma was broken from her reverie by yet another knock at the door. She seethed, cursing under her breath at the person who dared to interrupt her during her moment of self-loathing.
"What the hell do you-" She said gruffly before realizing that it was the mailman that stood before her.
What was he doing back? She wasn't expecting anything else. At least not that she knew of.
Her eyes drifted to a small box in his hand before shifting to look him dead in the eye, her lips pursed and a curious eyebrow cocked waiting to see what fresh hell he was going to supply her with next.
"It appears I owe you another apology." He gave her another uneasy smile as he fingered the object nervously in his hand.
"What-" She gestured to the box in his hand. "What's that?" She nearly choked out, unsure if she wanted to know the answer to her own question.
"I really don't want this to reflect negatively on my services. You should know that-" He stammered in defense.
She gulped, steeling herself before responding. "May I have it?"
"Oh, of course." He shook his head before handing over the rectangular blue box.
She paled, swallowing hard as she looked down at the item in her sweaty outstretched palm — it was her nipple clamps. "Fuck me." She cursed herself not realizing he could overhear her.
He was astonished by her candor. He shuffled, placing a hand on his belt before licking his lips. "Well I've had many requests in the line of duty but that is a first." He told her pointedly. "But I guess I shouldn't be surprised by the offer considering your affinity for purchasing sex toys." He said suggestively, leaning in to wink at her.
"Christ." She muttered.
"Name's Killian actually." He amended for her with an impish grin. "And yours is Emma, right?" He assumed from his countless deliveries to her address over the last few months. "Now you either have a shopping addiction or an addiction of a different kind." He theorized, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the object that was still displayed in her hand.
Emma just stood there slack-jawed refusing to move. The object of her fantasies for the last several months just handed her her nipple clamps and he was actually taking the time to have a conversation about it when anyone in that position would have just awkwardly run away.
"You know what?" He winced against the heat beating down on him as he pulled his shirt to air it out. "It's absolutely scorching out here. Do you think I could trouble you for a glass of water?"
She allowed her eyes to drift for a moment and tugged on her lower lip thinking if she should allow a complete stranger into her home.
"I promise you I won't try anything undignified with you." He assured her. "That is… unless you want me to." He supposed, his eyes boring into hers with his dark promise.
All she could do was nod her head as she led him inside and absent mindedly began fixing him a glass of water. She could feel his intense stare boring into the back of her head, sending shivers up her spine. She was unnerved by his presence, so much so that she could barely control her grip on the glass as she filled it. "Would you care for some ice?" She asked over her shoulder, her voice slipping into a low timbre.
"If it isn't too much trouble." He replied, taking him away from his visual exploration of all the curiosities displayed in her home.
After adding the ice into the glass, she walked back over to where he stood as he undressed her with his eyes, probably imagining all the ways he could take her on all the surfaces in her apartment. Her hands shook violently as she handed him the glass, her fingers brushing his as she transferred it over to him, her grip slipping slightly against the condensation forming on his drink.
"Thank you." He said raising his glass in gratitude before wrapping plump lips around the rim of the glass and tipping its contents down his throat.
She watched intently, admiring the way his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed greedily. She found herself wondering what also he enjoyed sipping. The thought conjured an image of him on his knees before her, watching her expression with dark hooded eyes as he gorged himself on her cunt. She inwardly groaned as she pictured him gripping her hip tightly to steady her as he avariciously sucked her clit in his mouth, hungerly devouring her.
He startled her from her train of thought when he put the glass down on the table nearest him with an audible clank as the remaining ice swirled inside it. She heard him exhale appreciatively, wiping his mouth on the fabric of his shirt. "Thank you milady." He said, wetting his lips evocatively before touching his thumb to his lip and approached her.
Her eyes widened as he closed the distance between them, her lower back hitting the edge of the table as he caged her in with his body, preventing her from escaping.
"Tell me something darling." He lilted, sweeping the hair off her shoulder. "What is a lass such as yourself doing with such an absolutely obscene device?" His eyes shifted toward the box resting beside one of her hands that gripped the table.
All the air escaped from her lungs and her eyes fluttered closed as she shuttered, his breathy tone making her knees tremble underneath her.
"I'm sure you have a variable array of suitors at your disposal just aching to use them on you." He rasped against her skin. "Do they sate your insatiable appetite to be claimed? To be possessed?" He hissed his question. "Dominated?"
She moaned lewdly, clenching her thighs together to satisfy the ache in her empty core as moisture gathered in her panties.
Killian smirked, reveling in how she reacted to just the sound of his voice. "Ah. You like filthy words, do you? I bet you could just get off with the sound of my voice telling you what to do." He wondered, his eyes roving over her body.
She unabashedly rutted against his crotch, angling herself to reach his clothed erection.
He clicked his tongue in amusement, his eyes shining with mirth at how brazen she was. "Oh sweetheart." He mused, reaching behind her head to grip her hair, pushing her head back so he could look at her.
Her pulse was thrumming loudly in her ears, her chest heaving as he breathed hotly against her clavicle, relishing the way her breathing hitched in her throat and the way her skin flushed at his barely-there touch.
Killian shook his head, chuckling darkly as he reached behind him to pluck an ice cube from the glass and displayed it in front of her. "Look at me." He commanded, wanting her to be entirely cognizant of what he was about to do to her.
Her eyes widened expectantly at the object in his hands.
"I'm going to make you a little wager." He drawled out, holding the ice cube between his fingers as it dripped water down his wrist. "If you don't move as much as a muscle I will stick my head between those glorious thighs of yours."
"And if I lose?" She breathed.
"Then that's when the fun begins…" He said with carnal delight. Without warning, Killian ran the ice cube to the area above her chest, the ice melting to the touch as it dribbled down the valley of her breasts.
"Ah." She moaned, thrusting up into the sensation of the ice on her heated skin.
Killian growled, letting the ice fall to the floor as gripped her wrists and flipped her, pushing her head against the table before once again wrapping her hair against his knuckles. He lifted her face from the table, bringing her view to his as he landed his palm against her buttox.
She squirmed in his hold, her lower lip quivering as he smoothed the mark he had just made with his hand.
"That was a warning. The next time you move I will not hesitate to bend you over my knee until you can't stand." He cautioned darkly before dropping her head to the table in order to slowly begin undressing the upper half of her body. He positioned his hands at the fragile neckline of her shirt, the fabric easily snapping in two as he shredded it from her body without as much as complaint from the women beneath him.
He instructed her to lift herself so that he could rid her of her ruined shirt and discarded it to the floor. Next, he made easy work of her lacy bra, not bothering to admire her choice of underwear in favor of exposing her to his predatory gaze. He expertly managed to flip her back onto her back, his hands gripping her wrists tightly over her head as he took in the sight of her nudity. "Now, that's much better, wouldn't you agree?"
Emma whined but remained still as her pert rosy nipples were exposed to the air.
"Now where were we?" He asked himself sarcastically as he retrieved another ice cube from the glass. "Right." He raised his eyebrows before sucking the cube between his teeth. Killian bent forward, running the cube over the tops of her heaving breasts, leaving a fine sheen of perspiration in its wake as she shivered underneath him.
She stiffened as his sinful mouth moved the ice cube of her hardened peaks, taking extra care to painstakingly roll the ice over her nipple, bringing them further to his attention.
He repeated the action with the other, watching the strain in her face under his hooded gaze. Satisfied with the way her breasts glistened, he dragged the ice over her the swell over her breasts before letting the ice lick the heated skin underneath her breasts until it dissolved against her skin, taking delight in the way the water rolled off her skin, dripping down the contours of her stomach.
"Good girl. Look at you so hot and bothered yet so compliant." He admired. "You liked that didn't you?" He smirked, watching her eyes flutter but remained still. "You've been so good." He applauded. "I have one more task for you, but I really don't think you'll mind this one." He implied promisingly as he reached for the box of nipple clamps she had set on the table earlier.
He wasn't. Was he?
A million thoughts washed over her as she watched him tear the box open with his teeth, not bothering to bother with the intricate packaging. She observed him as he destroyed the box like an excited boy desperate to get to the prize buried inside the bottom of the cereal box.
He smiled triumphantly as his hand closed around the metal chain, pulling it from the wreckage before tossing the wreckage behind him.
"I must say." He chuckled darkly. "You have amazing taste." He murmured, rubbing the metal against his skin as he examined it.
Emma whimpered loudly as he dangled the object over her, swinging it like a pendulum as he goaded her with its guaranteed use.
"What? Didn't imagine you'd be using this particular object so soon?" He pursed his lips before snatching them from sight before taking the clasps in both his hands and touching them to her flesh before drawing them up toward his intended destination.
"Tell me. How did you picture these being used on you?" He whispered seductively.
"Shy now, are we? Well I guess I will just have to use my imagination then." He shrugged when he didn't get his desired response and moved to situate the claps over her puckered buds.
Emma released a contented sigh as he adjusted the clamps as he carefully gauged her reaction as he hovered over each notch, increasing its grip on her erect nipples.
"How does that feel darling?" He asked, stroking the pad of his thumb over the skin of her breast next to where the clamps were attached. "I give you permission to let me know if it feels ago in any way you see fit."
She nodded her head eagerly, permitting him to continue.
"Good girl." He said before wrapping his hand around the chain and giving it a firm tug.
She opened her mouth in a silent scream of pleasure at the pressure it was making on her sensitive flesh, the feeling far more erotic than she intially predicted.
He held the tension on the chain before letting go very slowly. "You look absolutely pornographic love" He mused before once again yanking the chain, the clamps tugging and pinching her nipples into a painful submission. "So sensitive." He commented, before releasing her with a jerk.
"Just look absolutely depraved and needy for me." He said hotly before pulling her up with the chain, holding it taut in his hand as he dropped wet kisses on the tops of her breasts.
"Oh God." She moaned before he eased up on his pull, pausing to loosen the clamps grip on her nipples before tugging it once more, the metal clamping around her abused peaks as her thighs trembled like jelly knowing that the increased stimulation was making her delirious for release.
Killian relented, praising her for her obedience as he removed the clamps and applied ice to her exploited flesh. "There. There." He soothed as she sighed with relief. "You did very good, are you ready for your reward?" He asked her.
She nodded her head expectantly, desire flashing in her eyes at the thought of what was going to come next.
He deposited the cube back into the glass before he instructed her to scoot back until her legs hung over the edge of the table.
Emma's heart beat in anticipation as she heard the rustling of clothing just over her eyesight.
"God look at you just spread out on the table like a delectable feast." He observed causing her to squirm against the table.
She heard him cross the expanse of the room and she tilted her head as far as it could reach to see him striding toward her, his body shamelessly naked as his impressive girth bobbed against his the toned flesh of his abdomen.
He stood before her, his hands covering her knees, and caressing her gently, his touch skidding against the fabric of her leggings. "I bet you are positively soaked for me. Shall we see?" He suggested.
She slapped her palm against the table as she nodded her head feverishly in agreement.
Killian hooked his hands into her waistband, coaxing her to raise up slightly so he could remove the pants from her hips. He slid the material over her legs, the material bunching as he pulled them from her body, freeing her.
Emma moaned as he exposed her, watching him with blown eyes as he admired how embarrassingly wet she had become from his attention.
"My God." He mused, raking his fingertips gently against her stomach and tracing them lower to where she needed them most. "You are dripping." He ran his fingers along her bikini line, moisture gathering on his fingertips from where it had spread from its source.
"Please." She begged, her voice clouded over with lust.
"Shhh." He cooed, placing his wet finger tips against her lips to silent her. "You will get what was promised." He assured her. "Why don't you sample yourself before I gorge myself on that sweet little cunt of yours?" He suggested before she claimed his finger, wrapping her lips around the digit and sucking it into her mouth until it was dry.
He moaned at the way her lips slurped up her own desire, careening his head as he watched her intensely, imagining what the same sensation would feel like on his cock. He retracted his finger from her lips, looking at with yearning eyes as she licked the remnants of herself from her lips.
Killian's chest rumbled with desire and pushed her back down onto the table and spread her legs apart before dropping to his knees before her and pulling her against his hot eager mouth.
Emma arched her back off the table, mewling with pleasure as licked the length of her pussy, his tongue sweeping over her gently and bathing her in his saliva until she was a weeping mess above him.
He lashed his tongue against her center, flicking her with the tip and running it down her folds in a teasing fashion, not relenting until she was practically begging him to wrap his lips around her and suck her into his mouth.
She thrashed, wantonly bucking up into his touch, pleading for more contact.
"What do you want darling?" He teased, whispering against her, his breath hot against her sensitive wet flesh as she panted.
"Your mouth… oh God… Fuck me with your tongue!" She screamed her request almost incoherently.
Killian smiled hedonistically, licking her off his lips before capturing her clit between his lips and suckling it between his teeth.
Emma keened above him, rocking herself against him in an attempt to increase the pressure he was making on her.
Sensing her urgency, he gripped her hips, splaying his fingertips on each cheek and used the position to roll her hips into his face. He couldn't help but smile against her, his tongue darting out to flick his tongue furiously against her swollen bud.
She could feel the heat rise up inside her, his actions between her legs sending sparks of pleasure straight through her. She wasn't sure how much longer she could last like this and she didn't hesitate to let him know. "God." She breathed out. "I'm soooo close." She whined as she bucked against him for more.
He clamped his lips around her pulsing clit, drinking her eyes slammed shut, her entire body convulsing as she came violently, screaming as she continued to fuck herself against his mouth until her pleasure subsided.
Killian dutifully worked her through her high, slowly bringing her down little by little until she stopped twitching and her hips were no longer rising to meet him.
"Fuck." She breathed deeply, wiping her sweaty hair from her forehead as she reflected on what had just occurred.
When Killian emerged from between her thighs, he was absolutely wrecked. His hair was deliciously tousled, sticking up in different angles, his lips and chin covered with the proof of her orgasm, his eyes piercing her skin as he stroked his cock in his hand.
Emma watched, eyes blown as another gush of moisture spread between her thighs as the sight of him pleasuring himself in front of her, taunting her with his cock. She moaned, shifting at the promise of being able to take his cock into her, his rigid length stretching and filling her.
"What's the matter, love?" He cocked a teasing brow as he gripped his member.
She whined, wriggling in anticipation of finally receiving him inside her.
"Oh, you want my cock?" He smiled devilishly, all too pleased to accommodate her. He came to stand in front of her, leering over her as his eyes marked her naked flesh in silent appraisal. "There's just one thing." He dropped his voice into a low rumble. "How do I prevent you from taking your pleasure? You are so shameful in your desire to come and it would be a shame to punish you if you were to come without my permission." He tisked, his eyes dancing with mischief.
"I think something in this box over here should help us solve the problem, yeah?" He suggested, padding over to the door where she had deposited the parcel containing the remaining items she had ordered.
Killian bent down to pick up the box, the curve of his ass on full display. He walked back over to where Emma laid waiting for him, rubbing her legs together with impatience as he placed the box down next to her and began to pry it open with nothing but sure brute force.
She knew he had muscles but did they teach each mailman to be able to do that? She noted the way the muscles in his arms contracted as he forced the box open, his pecs stretching with the action.
Once the box was opened, he wasted no time in shimming the spreader bar that stuck out of the end, a naughty smile playing at his lips as he looked over the last item tucked away in the box. "You certainly have an auspicious affinity for bondage gear, love." He remarked.
Emma's eyes darted to where he stood in all his naked glory as he removed the plastic packaging from the spreader bar and the cuffs before attaching them to the metal loops on both ends with an audible click.
"I'm assuming you know how this works?" He asked as he gripped the bondage device in his hand.
She gulped, her belly dipping with the action as she surveyed the object in his hand and nodded.
"Good." He dipped his head to where she could see his face. "Turn around for me, love." He instructed with a crook of his hand.
Without retort, she complied, flipping her body so that her belly was pressed against the table, her aching breasts digging into the wood.
Killian placed one hand on her hip, pulling her down so that her body hung off the edge and her feet were placed firmly on the ground. "Quite amenable darling. So eager to please." He commented, his voice dripping with sex. "Now spread those gorgeous legs of yours."
Emma shuffled, widening her stance as she dug her elbows into the table for support, scraping against the wood.
He let out a well-timed hiss and placed his palm to the center of her back, pushing her down roughly before bending down between her legs to secure the cuffs around her ankles.
He circled her predatorily, the pad of his thumb placed against his lips as he surveyed her. "Something's missing." He assessed. Killian stopped in front of her, letting out a low growl as he captured her wrists and splayed them out over the table in front of her. "There. That's much better." He murmured, his hot breath against the shell of her ear causing her to shutter.
Desire pooled between her delectable thighs as she felt his fingertips against her hip before it slid against her lower back to hold himself steady as he rocked himself into his fist. She could feel his rock hard length against her ass cheek, the movement making her body ache with need.
"Are you nice and ready for me?" He wondered, his hand falling from her thigh to swipe through her folds to find her still slick and wanting. He inwardly groaned as she soaked his fingers as he thought about how she would feel around his cock. "God." He said, his voice shrill. "I can't wait to be buried inside you." He leaned forward, rubbing his cheek against her lower back.
Emma wriggled her ass teasingly at him in anticipation causing a snarl to rip deeply from his chest.
He returned to an upright position, his hand twitching as he watched her squirm under his hardened gaze. He licked his lips as he raised his hand and swung it through the air, his hot palm delivering a hard blow to her right butt cheek with an unmistakable slap.
She jerked against his hand, whining before she felt his hand soothe the sting his hand caused on her whine as she tried to push herself away from his hand to little avail.
Not one for giving unequal treatment, he brought his hand down onto the skin of her neglected left ass cheek, her rounded flesh rippling as his hand made contact with the pliant tissue. "Are you quite satisfied with your taunting me with the gorgeous arse of yours or should I deliver another?" He cautioned.
"No." She choked out.
"No what?" He canted his head toward her to hear her better.
"No sir." She supplied.
"Good girl." He praised, skirting his hand against her lower back before settling himself between her legs and positioning himself at her opening, his cock prodding her in a teasing fashion.
Killian gave no word of warning as he slid through her tight warm passage, burying himself in one swift motion.
Emma moaned as she was stretched and filled her, the feel of his thick member inside her making her damn near delirious.
He nearly collapsed from the feel of her walls grasping around him, holding onto him like a harbinger of captivating pleasure. He steeled himself for a moment, collecting himself before he used his hold on her hip to propel himself backward until just the tip of him remained.
He seated himself inside her weeping cunt, marked with her arousal, enjoying the drag of himself along her rigid walls, reveling in eliciting every single sound that left her mouth as he thrust himself inside her, each sweep of his hips hitting her at a new pace and angle.
Killian released a feral growl as he began relentlessly snapping his hips against hers, setting a brutal speed inside her, the sounds of slapping skin filling the room as he demanded his satisfaction.
Emma moaned explicitly, drawing out the sound as his shaft made contact with her denied clit, the sensation sending her reeling and begging for more.
He continued his rhythmic thrusting, stealing his pleasure from her molten depths, fucking into her with abandon as she cried out in rapture against his bruising assault. He pressed himself into her vigorously, not letting up until she begged him to let her come. Killian threw his head back as he stroked himself inside her warmth, her pussy stretching to accommodate him with every pass of his cock inside her.
Emma whined, her voice hoarse from screaming out in delight as he took her with gratifying intent. She could barely hold onto herself, however, the spreader bar prevented her from being able to squeeze herself around him to bring about her torturous end. "Please." She whined, brazenly thrusting back against him for relief.
"Please what?" He asked, punctuating each word with the snap of his hips.
"Please… want to come." She pleaded for his mercy.
"Should I really allow you to come? I don't think you deserve it. You've been such a naughty selfish girl." He sneered, taunting her with his degrading voice as he marked her with every talented stroke.
"Ah." She audibly moaned at his words, wishing that she could push her thighs together.
"Such an insatiable appetite for my cock." He said, his voice domineering as he reached around the juncture of her thighs, teasing his fingers against her silken folds.
"Please!" She screamed desperately, bucking against his touch.
Killian relented, rubbing the sensitive flesh with slow methodical circles until she was keening underneath him.
"Just a little bit further. You've been such a good girl." He whispered darkly.
Her eyes slammed shut at the sound of his words and the way he fucked her with his fingers in long languid strokes. She was so goddamn wet, she could practically feel herself helplessly dripping down her legs as he filled her to her limits.
"God you feel so fucking good." He swore, pulling himself flush against her, words of praise falling from his lips as he felt her cunt swallowing him whole. His eyes rolled into the back of his head — his pace faltering slightly the closer he came to release. Killian increased the pressure of his fingers against her clit, commanding her to come against his digits. "Come." He told her.
Emma sobbed, her walls fluttering around him as she shamelessly ground herself against his fingers as she shook violently with her orgasm.
He followed soon after, the feeling of her gushing against his fingers sparking his own climax. His back arched as he was overcome with pleasure, his hips stuttering lazily as he spurted inside her, painting her insides with the proof of his orgasm.
She shuddered with the last remnants of her high, her eyelashes fluttering as she came down slowly with ragged breath.
Killian collapsed with the force of his climax, being mindful to keep the majority of his weight off of her as he caught his breath, his cock softening inside her warmth. "Ah." He chuckled against her skin. "Is that what you expected when you ordered it?" He inquired, barely managing to get out a coherent thought after their sexual exchange.
She couldn't suppress the giggle that managed to escape her lips at his question. "You know, I can't say that I considered this outcome in my limited realm of possibility." She told him truthfully, alluding to the fact that she wasn't expecting to be fucked by the mailman.
"Disappointed?" He asked.
"Not in the slightest." She managed a satisfied grin despite how exhausted she was.
The next time the mailman slipped a package into her slot she would be prepared — she had picked out a selection of toys that she knew he would absolutely adore using on her. Emma reflected on the items that she had purchased, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips as she waited impatiently for the knock on the door that she knew was going to come.
Knock. Knock.
Emma swung the door open to see Killian dressed in his postal uniform, grinning seductively as he clutched the package in his hands.
"What did you order for us this time, love?" He wondered, his voice positively dripping with carnal sin.
"Why don't you come in and find out?" She suggested promisingly, tilting her head.
"If you insist." He allowed, walking the package and himself past the threshold.
Emma darted her head from one side of the street to the other, and smiled wickedly before closing the door behind them.
AN- Jesus, I think this might have been the longest one-shot I've ever written and it absolutely wrecked me to write. Feel free to comment and review with your thoughts or feelings. Also take advantage of the fact that this is just one fic in a series of toy prompts. Send me a combination of toys and I will work it into a scenario of my own creating. You just can't tell me what kind you want. That is the challenge. Until next time lovelies.