AN: Upon hearing that this fic has taken me several years to write my boyfriend said I was the George R.R. Martin of smut. This kid. Well despite his many attempts to distract me from writing this chapter after having roughly completed ⅓ of it before sitting down to finish it… it is finally complete! I don't even know what to say about this one. I am so tired after writing this 10,500 word beast. It has some Killian backstory. A lot of fucking smut. Like a lot. We have got some BDSM, praise kink, anal sex, aftercare. So I guess grab dinner before you rub one out because this is going to be fucking loooooonnnnnnnggggggg…
I also would like to dedicate this chapter to my lovely mining family. Smee and Hallie you guys are such a big support system and light in my life and I love you both so much.
FORBIDDEN FRUIT OF THE JUICIEST KIND
A Priest!Killian Captain Swan AU
PART SEVENTEEN AND A HALF
Emma emerged from the dressing room after trying on several dresses before deciding on a tight fitting black body con cami dress with a sweetheart neckline. The material hugged her body like a second skin and fell just below her knees. She completed the ensemble with black strappy designer heels and a black satin clutch. Their outfits had already been paid for and the tags already removed.
Prior to dressing, Emma stopped at the makeup counter where the woman behind the counter helped her to apply some light makeup that enhanced her natural beauty. At seventeen, Emma didn't need much, just a little concealer, a light dusting of blush, some mascara, and a lip tint.
When Killian saw the final look, his mouth dropped slightly. She was absolutely radiant. Killian watched her blush under his gaze, the corners of her mouth tugging into a faint smile. He admired the way the dress hugged her modest curves, the neckline exposing the smallest hint of cleavage, but he couldn't help but notice how uneasy her stride was in heels.
Killian extended his hand for her to take, easing her balance some once her hand was safely in his. "If I might say so you cut quite the figure in that dress." He whispered in her ear causing her to grin. "Shall we go to dinner?"
Emma nodded her head and Killian led her out of the upscale department store and into a waiting cab that headed off back in the direction of the hotel.
"You know we have a lot to discuss." Emma was keen to remind him of his earlier revelation.
"In due time love." He stared at her, lost in her beauty. Killian lifted her hand to his lips and placed a kiss on her knuckles.
Emma turned her head toward him, her eyes fuzing with his, watching as the city lights bounced off his hypnotic blue eyes.
"You are positively gorgeous." He mused breathlessly, unable to take his eyes off her, his gaze mapping every inch of her body.
"You are only saying that because I'm all dressed up."
Killian bowed his head, his tongue darting out to lick his lips before he slid across the seat until his leg grazed hers. "Aye. I like the way you are dressed. But I like you much better with it off." He purred against the shell of her ear and she had to bite back a moan. "I do believe you disappeared for quite some time with the sales associate so I can only imagine what lays beneath this infernal dress."
"Wouldn't you like to know." She teased.
"Perhaps I would."
The cab stopped in front of the hotel and Killian moved to thank the cabbie before stepping out, rounding the car and helping Emma out of it.
"Why thank you." She nodded her approval.
Killian escorted her into the hotel and led her to the restaurant that was virtually empty at 10pm on Thanksgiving night.
Emma tried her best to not falter or allow others to see past her inexperienced facade. Tonight she was playing the role of the confident socialite who wore clothes like the ones she was currently wearing and dined in establishments like the one she was currently in all the time. She pretended to not be shocked every time a member of the staff doded on her or refilled her glass after every sip, but she knew Killian could read her like a book. She couldn't hide anything from him if she tried.
"You look vexed." He noted, swirling the amber colored liquid in his tumblr before taking a languid sip, the alcohol burning his throat as it went down.
"Is it terribly apparent how out of place I feel?" Emma whispered across the table to save herself the embarrassment, as she stroked the stem of her wine glass.
"Not at all. You appear to be a natural." He looked pleased.
"Except using my dinner fork for my salad." She admitted plainly, leaning into the edge of the table.
"You recovered gracefully enough, besides no one noticed." He reassured her and she sank into her chair with relief.
"If I remember correctly you promised to fill in some of the gaps in your life story. You know the parts you conveniently left out to spare me of the embarrassment of having to Google you." She suggested.
"Aye… that. I suppose I do owe you some manner of explanation." He surrendered, leaning back in his seat. "I also suppose you've prepared a number of questions for me so let's hear it Swan." He beckoned her inquisition, his body tense given the intrusion into his past despite permitting her to grill him.
"Where do I even begin?" She pondered.
"Spare me the informalities love. I am already on the edge of my seat." He said impatiently before taking another swig of his drink. If he was going to answer all of her queries he was going to need another drink. With a gentlemanly ease, he gestured to the waiter requesting another glass.
"Well let's start with the amount you've spent on this excursion so far. I'm taking it that this dress was on the lower end of the price range of options I could have selected and you are wearing a three piece Armani suit. I'm an orphan without a home but I don't live under a rock. That alone was about $10,000. Not to mention the pricey undergarments and designer heels I am rocking."
"Your discomfort is a cross I am willing to bear."
She gave him a displeasing look at his reluctance to stay on topic but continued anyway, "While I didn't see the price tags I know this costs more than some people's cars. You can't possibly be making that much money on royalties alone. Although, I have yet to hear that hit song of yours."
"And I pray you never will." He added for good measure.
Emma narrowed her eyes in annoyance. "Stay on topic please and explain the sudden increase in your bank account."
"I'm not terribly forthcoming about my finances as you know and you're correct in your assumption about the royalties." He stammered nervously.
"So what changed?" She questioned, tilting her head, impatiently awaiting his response.
"I'm not too keen on the details of the transaction seeing as though the record company handles most of the business but it would appear that one of our songs has been featured in a major motion picture."
"And that's somehow different?"
"Yes. The amount I am paid depends on the audience. The record company negotiated with the production company and settled on an amount which I was then given a generous percentage of."
"How generous are we talking here?"
"It costs a lot of money to make a movie darling."
"Don't ignore the question."
"Well I don't know how much they negotiated on but most songs cost around $100,000 to be added to a movie. However, we are little lesser known in the music business so I would imagine it would be slightly less. Maybe 60 to 70 thousand." He guessed off the top of his head.
Emma nearly spit out her drink at the number.
"How much do you normally get in royalties a month?"
"Maybe $1500, up to $3000 depending on the circumstances." He assumed, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. "But this month it was far more and I'm too much a gentleman to disclose the amount."
"I don't understand how you can treat the fact that you are a freaking rock star so casually." She all but hissed.
"I'm not a rock star, besides that life is behind me now."
"You can't just ignore a part of your past Killian." She argued.
"It has been working fine for me for the last few years." He said dismissively.
"You're not fine. This is not fine. You are living a complete and total lie, but what I can't for the life of me understand is why. Why did you become a priest if you could clearly take care of yourself without the added income? Why live the way that you do if you don't have to? I would give anything to have what you have."
"See this is what I was afraid of and this is why I didn't want to tell you. You're making far too big a deal out of nothing." He began scratching his head nervously, hoping she didn't notice his discomfort.
"You're not just being modest. You're punishing yourself." She recognized, astonished.
"Don't be ridiculous." He rolled his eyes, swallowing the rest of his drink and slamming the empty glass on the table. "Where is the bloody waiter with that drink?"
"You can't just drink your way out of this conversation." She snapped at him. "You're running away from your past and punishing yourself for her death. She wouldn't want you to do that Killian."
"You don't know a damn thing of what she wanted!" He bellowed coldly causing her to stiffen. "It's like you said before, you aren't the same person. So don't pretend to know her." Killian stared her down in silence, his anger simmering just below the surface.
The waiter interrupted, placing his drink down on the table without a word.
"It's about bloody time." He muttered, downing the contents in a single gulp before nodding to the waiter again for a replacement.
"Please don't do this tonight." Emma shook her head.
"Do what?"
"Get drunk and take your frustration out on me."
"Emma-"
"You've done it before. I won't let it happen again." She asserted.
Killian bowed his head in shame at the memory of him taking her roughly while he was drunk and the painful aftermath of his actions. He swore he would protect her. He refused to be the source of her pain.
"Fine. I'll back off." He relented, pushing the glass away from his place setting. "Happy?"
"Ecstatic."
"Well good. Because here comes the food." He pointed out as Emma turned to see the waiter coming to the table with their meal.
"It looks good." Emma commented as her plate was placed in front of her.
Killian opened his dinner napkin, placing it delicately on his lap, grinning at her face alight with excitement. "Thank you." Killian gave his appreciation to the waiter.
"Enjoy your dinner." The waiter replied politely, backing away to give them privacy.
"I would like to take this moment to propose a toast." Killian began, lifting his glass.
Emma dropped her fork, having already dug into her dish, and quickly put her hand over her mouth to hide her smile as she chewed.
"To having an indulgent holiday free from outside distractions." He declared.
"Cheers to that." Emma agreed, tipping her glass to meet his.
"So? How is it?" Killian asked her, cutting into his filet.
"It's truly amazing." She nearly moaned in satisfaction.
"Normally you only reserve those types of noises for me." He quipped, sticking a piece of his steak with his fork and lifting it to his mouth for a bite.
Emma gave him a sideways glare, shaking her head in a near laugh. "Don't get me wrong, I love the taste of your cock…"
Kilian nearly choked on his food, coughing slightly at her choice of words.
"But if your cock tasted like this steak does you would have to forcibly remove me from it because I would be permanently attached." She smiled triumphantly, knowing full well the effect her words had on him.
"So much for being classy, lass." He wiped his mouth on his napkin before placing it back on his knee, a bemused smile on his face.
"You know…" She began between bites. "I always wanted to know how a musician goes from playing music to holding Sunday mass. How does one make that decision?" She asked curiously, waving her fork about.
"Aye. That." He shifted in his seat uncomfortably at the line of questioning. "It is a long story, lass." He cautioned.
"It's a good thing we have time then." She said, waiting expectantly.
"Not too much time. We need to be finished within the next half hour if we are to stay on schedule." He revealed catching Emma off guard.
"Schedule? You mean there's more?" She wondered, rolling her food around her plate.
"Full, lass?" Killian teased.
"Not just yet. I am determined to finish. It's not everyday I get to go out to dinner with my boyfriend." She flashed him a smile.
Killian's face fell at the mention of the term "boyfriend," the implication of its meaning reminding him that they could never have a real relationship, at least not by the standards they were currently indulging themselves in. Besides, the word "boyfriend" carries a heavier weight, one made up of responsibility, expectations, and commitment. Killian shuttered at the thought and let the awkward silence wash over them before deciding to steer the conversation in another direction. He had no intention of giving her false hopes for their future.
"I suppose some entertainment is in order while you finish your meal? How's about a story?" He suggested, fidgeting slightly.
"What kind of story?" She perked up, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.
"You have already asked for one. Have you changed your mind in wanting to hear it? Because if you have I would be happy to-"
"No. No." She protested vehemently, placing her palm against the table to halt him. "I want to hear it."
"We only have time for the abridged version I'm afraid, but I can fill in some of the gaps later." He prefaced.
Emma nodded in her understanding but gave him a nod of encouragement to start whenever he was ready.
"I spent the better part of my late teens and early twenties playing the local pub scene." He reminisced. "That is prior to my marriage to Annie." He added for good measure. "As I'm sure you already know, we got married at a very young age. She spent most of her days at university while supporting me at my gigs. At the start it was just me, and my career was going absolutely nowhere. I had no intentions of being part of a band but I wasn't making it out on my own and I knew something had to change. I was getting older and I wanted to be a good man for Annie. Someone who could support her financially." He explained, looking up to gage Emma's reaction.
Emma followed along, listening intently as she finished the food on her plate.
"One night I was approached by a fellow musician in a local pub and he said that he was in a band and they were looking for a new front man. I had heard of them before but had never seen them perform before. They couldn't have been further from my type of group. They were a heavy rock band. Drum solos and all…"
Emma suppressed a giggle at the thought of Killian joining a heavy rock band.
"Laugh if you must. After hearing their sound I just knew it wasn't going to be a good fit, and I told them as much. As it happens, they hadn't had much success either so they were looking to bring someone on that could help them reinvent their sound. I told them that I would help them out but I couldn't make the commitment just yet until we had developed something worth pursuing. I was running out of time to keep doing music but Annie kept encouraging me to keep up with it. She said I had undeniable talent." He reminisced pensively, deep in thought.
"She was right. I've heard you. I just don't understand why you would give it all up…"
"I'm getting to that part." He tried to quell her impatience. "With myself at the helm we developed a more indie rock sound. There was more attention paid to music and lyrics, which I mostly wrote myself. I helped them put out a demo and we began touring as a group. One night there was a music producer in the audience who was busy scouting for a headlining act to open for a big group touring in Europe." Killian continued.
"Really? What group?" She sparked an immediate interest.
"Weezer." Killian admitted, pausing a beat before returning to his story.
"What the-"
"Yeah I know, but the point was that we fit the bill and the producer brought us into the studio to play for the band and they loved us. We signed a deal with the company and prepared to go on tour, but not before Annie and I tied the knot." He recalled fondly. "Annie stayed behind while I was on tour, but I flew her out and I flew home as often as I could. We wrote on the road and by the end of the tour we cut our first album. The one that the Wikipedia page mentioned…" He confirmed. "To promote the album we signed on to do a European music festival and played a number of countries with a small but loyal fan following and radio play."
"You know that you're not going to be able to get away with me not listening to it, right?"
"Aye I'm aware. Lucky for me, the album is exclusive to the European label and never garnered an American release. So good luck getting your hands on it." He challenged.
"I know ways around that." Emma said confidently.
"If it is anything I'm confident of, it's your resourcefulness." He admired. "After the success of the European album we transitioned to do an American-release album. However, early criticisms of the album shut down production and it went unfinished. With the lack of continued success the band broke up and I headed back home to be with my wife. However, upon my return things had changed. Annie and I had grown further apart and I couldn't help but blame myself for it. Annie encouraged me to continue to play music and try and make it big on my own with the band's minor success as a launching point… The pub scene I left was not the one I went back to and it became harder to make ends meet. I made the choice to get an office job, thanks to her folks, but I grew to resent the decision and how having a wife to support made me give up on my dreams."
"Even though she supported you?" Emma wondered.
Killian gripped the table furiously. "Yes."
"She believed in you. I know she did." Emma tried to make him feel better.
"It was day in and day out — feeling empty and unfulfilled. It was rather difficult — the adjustment that is. Eventually we naturally kind of found our way back together and everything was good for a while… that was until she started bringing up the idea of children."
"You never did tell me why the idea of children makes you so uncomfortable." She reminded him, tilting her head to the side in curiosity. When he didn't move to speak she shook her hands, "if it is a sore subject you don't have to-"
"No. I think you should know why I'm so opposed to the idea of spawning children. My mother died in childbirth with me." He confessed, his voice dropping slightly.
"You never knew your mother?" Emma's face fell at the mention of this — perhaps they had more in common than he originally let on?
"Aye. I've only known her from old pictures." He replied. "My father was devastated. He couldn't look at me for the longest time. He could barely stomach looking at me. I was a disappointment who only existed to remind him that I killed the one person he truly loved." He continued, his face filling with rage. "The idea isn't lost on me that I lost the woman I loved in nearly the exact same manner and it's my fault." He gestured to himself, beating his chest in frustration. "I did that to her and I will never forgive myself for it." He vowed, shaking his head before falling back into his chair.
"Killian you can't keep punishing yourself for something that was out of your control." She pleaded with him, her eyes softening as she spoke.
"I don't need your pity. You asked, I answered. Now are we done here?"
"Yeah." She nodded her head grimly, taking the napkin in her lap to wipe her mouth as Killian motioned for the check.
An uncomfortable silence fell between them as they impatiently waited for the check but Emma couldn't resist asking one more question. "Killian? Can I ask you one more question that has been bugging me?" She wondered, tilting her chin toward him.
"If you must." He relented in mild aggravation as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"That drawer of pictures in the kitchen — a came across a picture of you and what looked to be your parents. Am I mistaken in assuming that?" She asked cautiously, thinking that maybe she had gone too far in her search to better understand him.
"My grandparents." He breathed out with exasperation. "After it was established that my father couldn't fulfill his parental duties, my mother's parents decided to raise me as their own. I suppose I reminded them of her." He thought aloud, not bothering to expand on the subject as the waiter interrupted them with the receipt to sign. Killian signed the receipt and shoved his credit card back into his wallet before moving to stand from the table. "Shall we adjourn to our next destination?" He suggested.
Emma simply nodded in response, shoving her napkin across her empty plate and got up from the table. She walked around, accepting his held out arm as he escorted her out of the hotel.
"I thought we might walk off dinner. Where we are going is right up the street." He pointed down the long stretch of road from the hotel where several signs were lit up.
"Are you going to tell me where we are going?" She asked him, shuffling beside him as she tiptoed in the heels she wasn't accustomed to wearing.
"We are going just there." He stretched his arm out directing her to where several people were lined outside a building.
Emma's eyes widened in recognition as the pulsing music coming from the building began to assault her ears. "You're taking me to a club?" She came to a screeching halt behind him. "Are you drunk?"
"Well that is a bit insulting seeing as though I promised you I would only have one at dinner, but I'm failing to see what the problem is." He aggressed.
"Did it completely slip your mind that I'm only seventeen? I can't go in there." She hugged herself against the brisk fall weather.
Killian tossed his head back in aggravation before rounding her, pressing a hand to her back and pushing her forward. "Trust me. I've got you covered." He whispered against her neck.
She gave him a skeptical look but carried on, her heels skidding across the pavement in near protest. "Fine." She gritted her teeth allowing him to escort her the rest of the way there.
They stopped in front of the opposing building, her eyes drifting toward the top of it, running down each floor before stopping at the main door. She watched as Killian skipped the rest of the line and approached the doorman, his head leaning into the other man's ear to speak to him. She saw the doorman nod in agreement to something she couldn't quite make out and if she had blinked she would have missed the skillful transfer of a few bills between their hands.
Killian motioned to her with a crook of his fingers and she followed his silent command, inching closer to where he stood at the door, her eyes darting back and forth between it and the rest of the long.
He slid his hand possessively over her lower back and ushered her inside after the doorman lifted the velvet rope.
Walking into the club was like Alice falling down the rabbit hole to Wonderland. She could feel the vibration of the music through her heels, her body pulsing with the sound radiating around her.
He dragged her through the darkened club by her hand, the dimmed neon purple lights lighting their way as she glanced around in awe. Club-goers gawked at them as they passed through the corridors leading out into the main club space, the noise growing louder with every passing step.
Everywhere he looked, women narrowed their lusty gazes at him and he smirked in recognition. What he didn't appreciate, however, were the men that leered at his female companion. Killian sneered at them and pulled her toward him, his arm coming to circle around her waist as if to ward off the men with a domineering glint in his eye.
They made a pit stop at the coat check, surrendering their formal garb to the man behind the counter — Killain removing his suit jacket and tie and Emma her own coat. He looked at her, his gaze boring into hers as he loosened the collar around his neck and unbuttoned a few of his top buttons, allowing his chest of fine dark hair peer tantalizingly through the opening in his shirt. He gave her a saucy grin and gestured to the opening of the club.
They passed through the large archway, making their way onto a steel platform looking over the club. Emma released a sigh of wonderment at the moving crowd below. She was entranced by the way the lights dropped from above, lighting the faces of those dancing to the beat.
Killian rubbed her lower back, leaning in as he brushed her hair off her shoulder. "Let's go." He prompted and she nodded in agreement. He helped her down the steps leading down below. He guided her through the throng of sweaty bodies, hugging her tightly to his chest to ward off any unwanted attention.
They moved through the crowd, rubbing up against some of them as they worked their way through as Killian scouted a good spot. He loosened his grip around her and took her hand in his, twirling her slightly and pulling her body flush to his.
She could feel his hunger and want for her, noting the lustful gaze in his eyes as his hand drifted lower to cup the swell of her ass cheek. She let out a yelp of surprise as pushed himself against her, rocking his pelvis into her thigh as he coaxed her body to move against his to the sound of the music. Emma clutched on to his waist hesitantly as he continued to roll his hips sensually against hers, feeling his hardness press into her.
He dropped hot wet kisses along her exposed clavicle, listening to her breath hitch in her throat. He trailed his lips upward, stopping at the shell of her ear to say, "Stop over thinking it. It's like sex just surrender."
She moaned at his words, her eyes fluttering shut as she gave in to her hypnotizing surroundings and his demanding motions against her. She listened as the thrumming beat sped in pace as did the steady snap of his against hers only adding to the growing ache between her thighs.
He turned her around so that her back was pressed up against him, her ass nestled against him as she wantonly rubbed herself against his throbbing cock. He traced his fingers over the sensuous curves of her body as she arched herself into his touch, rolling her head against his chest.
She could feel the unbearable throb in her center building as he grinded himself against her, her hand curling around his neck to drag his lips to hers. Her lips burned where they touched his, the heat from his mouth seering against her lips as they moved.
He swallowed her wanton cries for release as his hand fondled her breast, his other hand drifting lower to tease the hem of her dress between his fingers. "I can practically feel the heat coming off of you." He mumbled against her skin as he thrust his erection against her ass. "I bet you are positively soaked. Shall we see?"
Her eyes widened at the prospect as one of his hands slipped past the bottom of her dress and began to slide the material over her legs. She sighed as his rough hands brushed her inner thighs.
She felt his hand grip the fabric at her hip, giving him access to where she wanted him the most. Her mouth parted in anticipation as he inched closer to his destination.
He smiled deviously as he pried the scrap of lace fabric open and slid his finger guided by the heat wafting from the apex of her thighs. He felt her tense against him, smiling against the skin of her bare shoulder as he glided his finger through her dripping folds. "Look how messy you are…" He rasped against the hollow of her neck. "Your thighs are absolutely sticky with your desire for me." He rumbled darkly. "I should fuck you right here."
Her eyes danced with uncertainty and she immediately moved to protest. "What if someone sees?" She whined.
"Then they will see what a compliant girl you are as you greedily ride my fingers until you come." He kissed her neck hotly. "Besides, I need them to know you are mine." He demanded. "Would you like that?" He wondered, waiting with baited breath for her reply.
"Yes…" She breathed out.
He smiled wickedly, drawing a strangled moan from her lips as he probed her entrance. "Be a good girl and take my fingers."
She arched her back, whining as he sank a single digit inside her, her innermost walls clamping down against his intrusion as he steadily worked his finger in and out of her warm depths. She bucked against him impatiently, silently begging to feel more of his fingers pressing into her tight opening, stretching her and marking her as his.
He relented, curving his fingers inside her with a groan as he added another, plunging them in and out as she pushed herself against them. He brushed her hair, silenting praising her for her obedience. "That's a good girl." He husked over the rhythm of the music.
She continued to fuck his fingers with abandon as he stroked the spot within her the caused her thighs to tremble. She began to pant with need, quaking in his hold as she felt the pressure building as he deftly thrust in and out of her.
"Are you going to come on my fingers?" He teased roguishly as he twisted his fingers, pumping relentlessly until she bowed forward, shaking as her orgasm washed over her. He felt as she fell apart in his arms, a grin of satisfaction playing on his lips as he pulled the pleasure from her body.
Once she came down from her high he retracted his fingers from her wet silken heat, dragging them over her skin so she could feel the proof of her desire for him before lowering her dress and sucking his fingers, coated with her essence, between his lips.
He rubbed her shoulder, relaxing her as she caught her breath. He placed his head into the crook of her neck, his warm domineering breath making her shiver expectantly. "What do you say we take this back to the hotel, love?"
She turned to face him, her eyes blown wide with lust, the color in her cheeks a beautiful pinkish hue, flushed from the orgasm he had coaxed from her body. She wrapped her arms around her neck, stepping on her tiptoes as she leaned forward to fuse her lips with his, messaging her pliant lips against his. "Please." She whispered immodestly against him, a mischievous glint in her eye.
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With a carefully placed hand across her lower back, his palm resting against her ass, he walked them back to the hotel. When they arrived they were greeted by the doorman and a few curt nods by the late night staff members. He hurried her toward the bank of elevators and quickly ushered her inside.
He could barely stand still as he impatiently waited for the elevator doors to close, his foot tapping against the marble below him. The elevator tinged, the doors shutting and turning to face her in a single instant, his breathing shallow, his eyes dark and sinful. He swiftly closed the distance between them, capturing both of her arms as he pressed them against the back of the elevator.
She sighed as his lips met hers in a demanding kiss as he pushed her harshly against the metal box, rocking his hips against her so she could feel his insistent need for her. She cried into his mouth as he held her in place, his fingers roughly holding her arms over her head by a firm grasp at her wrists.
"God, I can't bloody wait to be inside you." He whispered painfully against her lips, his desire for her evident by the way his cock rubbed against her.
The elevator made its final ding as they reached their floor. Killian patted his shoulders, silently instructing her to wrap her arms around him. He lifted her off the ground, sweeping her up into his arms as he carried her to their room.
He managed to get the door open with one hand, walking them inside as the lights began to flicker above them upon their entrance. The door slammed behind them as he took careful strides toward the bed and unceremoniously dropped her onto the bed. He climbed on top of her, covering her body with his as he seized both of her hands, threading their fingers together above her head as he sought her lips.
She returned his kiss, moaning against his lips as his tongue darted between the seam of her lips, exploring her mouth as he insistently rolled his hips against hers in search of friction.
"Stay." He commanded, grinning deviantly against her bruised lips. "I want you just like that." He said before getting up from the bed.
Emma wriggled on the bed, pushing herself up onto her elbows to give her a better look at him as he slowly undressed himself. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth, unable to tear her eyes from him as he toed off his shoes and began to undo the cuffs of his now rumpled shirt.
He untucked his shirt from his pants before working the buttons of his shirt, prying them from their holes one by one until it gave way. He slipped it from his shoulders and folded it neatly, placing it on a chair to preserve it for later use. He removed his wife beater, pushing the material over his head as it ruffled his dark sweaty locks.
She peered up at him from her spot on the bed, her eyes hazed and seductive as she watched him remove his belt from his trousers.
He narrowed his gaze, his eyes roaming over her body as he approached her. He leaned over her, his eyes dark and hooded as he appraised her. His hands wrapped around her hips, jerking them forward until they hung off the edge of the bed and immediately began to push her dress up her legs until it bunched at her waist.
She blinked up at him rapidly, her breasts heaving as she searched his impassioned expression.
He held her knees, coaxing them open to expose her to his rapacious gaze. He could see the moisture coating her thighs, her desire seeping through the scrap of lace clothing her warm center and hiding all of her from his view. He swept his hand over the wet spot growing between her legs, growling possessively at what belonged to him.
Hooking his arms underneath her legs, he sank to his knees before her and pulled her closer to him. He cradled her ankle, placing a reverent kiss before trailing his lips over the skin of her leg until he settled himself between her thighs.
He parted his mouth, his tongue darting out to sample the taste of her gathering on her thighs, her panties unable to contain her desire for him. He licked her hungrily, his tongue caressing her sensitive skin before ceasing his activities to puncture her with his teeth around her flesh. His mouth dug and scraped against her thigh, marking her as his while she squirmed above him, her fingers raking against his scalp.
He released her, a lovely bruise blooming from where he had claimed her with his mouth. He admired it as his fingers caressed her inner thigh. He refocused his attentions to her needy sex, his lips ghosting against her as she sucked in a breath. He blew a teasing breath against her wet flesh that had her squirming on the mattress as she fisted her hands in the bedspread beneath her.
She pushed herself into his waiting mouth, her hips canting forward, begging and aching for his touch.
"You are absolutely exquisite." He rasped. "You know that don't you?" He asked, already knowing the answer to his question. "You are well aware of the effect you have on me. You are an addiction I can never seem to rid myself of. A sinful craving that yearns to be sated…" He brushed his fingers over her center, parting her with his inviting touch.
He swept his fingers back up her weeping cunt, coating himself in her moisture before raising his palm and bringing it down against her clit.
She cried out, bucking defiantly from the bed against the sudden sensation reverberating through her.
"You are so responsive." He husked against her, stroking her thigh lovingly with the palm of his hand. "So eager to please…" He commended her obedience as he reached for his discarded belt. "I want to ruin you…" He folded the belt in his hand. "Mark you for anyone who dares claim what rightfully belongs to me." He gripped the leather in his fist and brought it down against her thigh, marring her beautiful skin with its touch.
He raised the belt, rubbing his palm softly over her abused flesh to ease the ache. He placed the belt in his lap before lowering his head down, his lips twitching against her clit as he attached his lips to the swollen bud.
Emma arched off the bed, pumping her hips against his mouth for more as he lapped greedily. She bucked madly, against him but he held her at bay with a firm hand on her torso.
He felt her pulling at his hair as he flicked his tongue against her before placing the flat of his tongue against her and licking a long strip from her clit to her jealous core. He impaled his tongue into her waiting heat, drinking her and inhaling her into his mouth as he gorged himself on her needy sex.
He lifted the belt from his lap, holding it up and poised to strike. He wrapped his mouth around her, suckling her as he mercilessly ate from her core as he struck her with the leather of his belt. He listened to her pitiful cries and pleads for more as he caressed her with the buttery leather.
He felt her body tense above him, waiting for another strike of his belt to pierce her skin and he smirked against her, kissing her heady cunt as he drove his tongue in and out of her. He pulled back suddenly and brushed the belt down the length of her sex, watching as her clit throbbed and twitched in preperation. He swept it back and forth, pulling strangled sighs from her lips before smacking the belt against her clit with a force meant to tease rather than punish.
"Fuck!" She cried, the intense pleasure from his tongue accompanied by the sensation of the leather against her sensitive skin causing tears to build in her eyes.
"Look at you… absolutely hot for the strike of my belt against your naughty flesh." He muttered. "It is absolutely ruined. Absolutely bloody soaked with your shameful want for me. Is that right?" He inquired, tilting his head slightly.
He brought the belt swiftly down against her thigh and she shuttered and whined at its unforgiving caress. "I said is that right?" He smoothed his palm over her reddened skin.
"Yes-" She croaked.
"What was that?" He asked again before whacking her once more against her clit, just enough to make it tingle.
"Yes." She licked her lips. "I said yes!"
"Good." He praised her. "Do you want to come?" He asked, tracing the belt against her skin with a lover's caress. "Should I let you come?" He wondered lustfully.
"Please…" She whined, shifting helplessly on the bed.
"Please what?"
"Please. Please let me come." She begged dutifully.
He dropped the belt beside him and without much preamble lowered his mouth over her swollen clit, stroking the fire inside her with the flick of his tongue. He drove two of his long fingers inside her entrance, twisting them upward to caress the spot inside of her that would surely give him what he desired. His efforts were rewarded with a fresh gush of moisture on his fingers and sped up his movements, twisting his fingers with urgency as he applied pressure on her clit with his mouth.
He settled his head against her slick thigh, stared in wonder as she contracted around his fingers, lurching forward as she fell fast, succumbing to the delicious pleasure he was making on her body. He continued to plunge his fingers inside her warm center in an attempt to mark her as his, asserting his ownership over her as she continued to crumble around his fingers.
She panted at his mouth latched onto her wet flesh, pulling blissful sensations of ecstasy from her core. She sighed with relief, sagging bonelessly to the bed at the overwhelming pleasure he had extracted from her body.
He grinned up at her from between her thighs and retracted himself from her. "Can you hold out a little longer?" He asked curiously, cherishing her inner thigh with a few sloppy kisses.
Emma released a long breath, her arm falling across her chest as she pushed her sweaty hair from her forehead.
When she didn't answer he climbed onto the bed, crawling until he settled himself over her waist. He searched her face, stroking her skin with the backs of his knuckles. "Can you handle more?" He asked once again.
She smiled before huffing into a small laugh. "I think so." She replied as she moved to cover his hand with her own.
"Take a moment and we will resume." He patted her shoulder before removing himself from her.
She sat up, groaning, her dress still hitched around her hips. She watched as Killian grabbed two bottles of water from the bar and opened one of the caps before bringing it over to her. She felt the bed shift slightly as he sat down next to her.
He held the back of her head, stroking her sweaty locks with his thumb as he helped her keep her head upright. He touched the bottle to her lips, encouraging her to take long sips. "That's a good girl." He said before lowering the bottle, giving her a moment to breathe. "Drink a little more. You will need your strength." He supplied, repeating the action before relinquishing the bottle into her trembling hand.
He stood up and grabbed his own bottle, tipping the liquid down his throat as he chugged its contents. He released a long sigh, dropping the empty bottle onto the table before turning his attention back to her. "How are you feeling?" He inquired, crossing his arms over his chest as he tried to read her expression.
"Good." She swallowed the water in her throat. She watched as he crossed the room and squatted down in front of her.
"I ask because I would like to fuck your arse this evening." He confessed his motivations as he placed a hand over her knee.
She stilled, trying to process what he had just admitted to her and crushed the half empty plastic bottle in her hand. She had always imagined he would want to take her there but was she ready for that?
"I'm already sensing your hesitation." He noticed, sighing as he tried to collect himself. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I swore I would protect you and I don't want to hurt you…"
"No." She answered swiftly. "I mean yes I'm hesitant. I just need a moment to think." She provided softly.
"I can give you the time you need. We will take it as slowly as you want." He brushed her knee cap with his thumb.
She looked at him speculatively and thought of what it would be like to have him fill her there. She wanted to please him but he was also adamant that this be her choice.
"Do you remember what it felt like with my fingers…?" He whispered. "And how it felt when I teased you with the plug in your ass?" He reminded her calmly.
She nodded her head fervently at the sublime memory of her ass stretching around the silicone plug and the feeling of it as he removed it prompting the most earth shattering orgasm she had ever had. She recalled his long fingers as he probed her back entrance, filling her with yet another part of him, his touch making her feel deliciously full.
"It will be very similar to that." He told her earnestly, yet she was sensing the but part of his explanation.
"But?"
"I'm filling you up far more than any toy or my fingers could possibly hope to reach." He provided.
"Will it hurt?" She asked him in apprehension.
"When done properly it can add to your pleasure. It can be a very intense experience. I plan to prepare you as well… help you relax. The more relaxed you are the better it will feel." He asserted in an attempt to ease her mind.
"I trust you." She said with a small smile. "I want you to have all of me." She confessed.
His shoulders sagged in relief and he returned her innocent smile with his own. "You can change your mind at any time." He reminded her seriously.
"I know. But I want to do this." She gave.
He smiled at her, rising to his feet in front of her. He bent forward, wrapping his around her shoulders as he cupped her head and placed a chaste kiss to her forehead. "This requires a lot of trust and communication so you have to let me know if something doesn't feel good. Can you do that?"
"I can do that." She said, following him off the bed and onto her feet in front of him. She turned her back toward him, sweeping her long blonde hair from her back to grant him access to the zipper of her dress.
Killian stretched his arm, grabbing the zipper of her dress and forcing it down, the material giving way under him, the muscles of her back creasing as she tugged the straps from her arms.
She looked over her shoulder at him, their eyes meeting in a heated stare. She opened and closed her mouth, gazing into his too blue eyes as his proximity sent a shiver down her spine.
He moved to help her out of her dress, his fingers tugging the material down her hips. Once freed of her dress, he placed his hand against her shoulder and kissed her upper back before retreating toward his overnight bag.
Emma turned slowly, narrowing her gaze as he pulled out his toiletry bag.
He could feel her eyes on him from across the room and popped his head up to address her. "Why don't you remove your panties and make yourself comfortable?" He suggested. "I will join you in a moment."
"Okay." She mouthed in agreement, moving to drag her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them, and kicked them away from her as she heard the sound of his toiletry bag close. She gathered herself onto the bed, a persistent ache between her thighs as she lounged against the pillows at the head of the bed. She rolled her head to the side, watching him intently as he rid himself of his trousers, sock, and underwear leaving him gorgeously naked.
He stalked toward her, the head of his cock bobbing against his abdomen as he approached her carefully. He placed his objects on the nightstand and moved to place his knee onto the bed, taking himself in his hand to give his shaft a few teasing strokes.
"Have you done this before?" She squeaked pensively as she curled and uncurled her hands.
"A few times." He admitted.
"With her?" She asked, swallowing hard for fear of his answer.
"No. This was after she passed." He admitted with a slight frown.
She reviewed his expression curiously, the swell of her breasts rising and falling as she waited for him to follow up with her inquiry.
He shook his head, relenting to her line of line of questioning. "I lived a very different life before taking the cloth." He continued. "But that is a story for another time." He shot her tentative smile before switching to the task at hand. "I think this would be better for you if you were on your knees." He assessed.
She moved to sit up and he helped himself on the bed to assist her into the position he intended her to be in.
He aided her to roll onto her stomach and coaxed her knees to lay against the mattress with a slight bend in her legs as she perched herself onto her forearms, her ass hanging in the air on full display.
She arched away from his touch as he splayed his fingers over the rounded globes of her ass, rubbing them to ease some of the stress in her body.
Killian kissed her spine and got up from the bed, the mattress dipping with the motion as he moved toward the bedside table to collect the items that rested there. He returned to the bed, situating himself behind her and placed the objects beside him.
Sensing her nervousness, he rubbed her back in smoothe circular motions. "Shhhhh." He cooed. "You are tense. Just relax your body." He supplied with a gentle hand to the middle of her back.
She bowed her head in front of her, her long blonde hair fanning out around her like a curtain as she heard him pop open the top of a bottle. She bit her lower lip, worrying it with her teeth as the sounds of the bottle squeezing out its contents filled the room behind her.
Killian squeezed a generous amount of the sticky substance into the palm of his hand and casually dropped the bottle beside him on the bed so that he could slather his fingers in lube. He tested its elasticity in his hand by rubbing his fingers together before scooting forward. He rested his arm against her lower back and coaxed her legs apart to grant him access.
"Lift a little, lass." He instructed, prompting her to raise her ass further into the air. He followed up by parting her cheeks allowing him to spread the lubrication around her puckered hole and the surrounding areas.
She wiggled at the feel of his damp cold fingers against her back entrance.
He collected another helping of lube on his hand, coating his fingers before resuming his previous activities. He placed a stilling hand on her back, holding her in place as he slid one of his long fingers inside her, feeling her rear muscles clamp down at the intrusion.
She sucked in a breath, holding it in as he stroked his finger inside her in a careful drawn out pace until she accepted his offering.
He continued to work his finger in and out of her hole before adding another, his fingers penetrating her in tandem with one another as she tensed around him. He leaned forward, pressing revert kisses to the small of her back as he continued his ministrations to adjust to him. "Relax…" He whispered in reminder as he pleasured her from behind.
"You are so tight around my fingers. I can't wait to be inside you." He hummed in approval as her ass swallowed his digits. He took the opportunity to sink a third and final finger inside her entrance, spreading her with his fingers to prepare her for taking his cock.
Emma winced slightly, groaning at the foreign feeling of his fingers buried inside her ass as they stretched her creating a pleasant burning sensation to spread through her rear.
"Don't fight it." He urged, his voice broken and desperate as he scissored his fingers inside her, drenching her insides with the cold liquid. "That's it." He encouraged, twisting his fingers slowly inside her puckered hole as he felt her muscles relax against his movements.
Killian continued to stroke her insides with a practiced ease as he reached for the item on the bed and brought it between her legs, positioning it against her throbbing clit. He switched the device on, the toy buzzing to life between her legs.
She cried out in pleasure, her body trembling against the intense vibrations it was creating against her. She sighed, the muscles in her stomach clenching as the small bullet hummed steadily, stimulating her clit as Killian fucked her ass with his fingers. Her entire body was tingling with satisfaction as the virbrator pressed against her.
"I can't. It's too much." She scraped her fingers against the bedspread against the vibrators relentless assault on her clit. Between his fingers buried in her ass and the steady thrum of her clit against the bullet, it was all too much for her small body to handle.
"Yes you can. I know you can." He encouraged her. "God, you look so beautiful. Your ass full with my fingers as you seek your pleasure…" He admired the goddess underneath him as she rubbed herself shamelessly against the vibrator.
Her mouth parted in ecstasy as she fucked herself against the insistant toy, her back going rigid as her orgasm ripped through her. She buried her head into the bed to muffle her screams of agonizing delight as the sensations rocked her body and she found herself bucking back against his fingers for more contact.
He withdrew his fingers as she shattered around them, the retreat only serving to prolong her pleasure. He pressed the toy against her clit, letting her ride out the shockwaves of her climax until the tremors subsided. "I want you to hold onto this." He slipped the bullet into her trembling hand.
She pressed her cheek into the mattress, curling her fingers around the toy as she listened to the sounds of the cap being removed from the bottle and another healthy dose of lube found its way into the palm of his hand.
He smeared the lubricant over his cock, drenching it thoroughly, using his pumping fist to evenly distribute it over his length before wiping the remaining lube over her puckered hole to provide an added layer of comfort. He positioned himself behind her, prodding his throbbing member against her back hole. "Are you still alright, love?"
She nodded fervently as she dug her hands into the bedspread, awaiting his next move.
"I want you to put that between your legs." He told her, taking her wrist to help her position the toy between her legs. "Hold it there, love." Killian instructed, pushing the on switch, filling the room with the sound of its vibrations. "That's a good girl."
Emma bucked forward on impulse, digging her face further into the mattress as she feverishly pushed her hips into its welcoming pulse.
Killian gripped her hip, rubbing her soothingly with his fingers as he guided his cock between her cheeks, poking her with the velvet head of his penis until it slipped past the tight ring of muscle inside her. He gasped, his eyes slamming shut as her body accepted him. "Fuck." He cursed at the feeling of her ass wrapping around him tightly.
He had to steel himself before slipping further inside her tight virgin hole. He could feel her clamp down around him, the stretch of her ass enveloping him and sucking him deep down inside her. He stilled for a moment, allowing her a bit of reprieve to get accustomed to the sensation of having him buried inside her ass. "You doing alright?" He asked, checking in on her as she cried out, another orgasm rippling through her body.
He tried to conceal his amusement but failed miserably as a laugh bubbled up inside his throat. He shook his head and placed a steady hand against her hip to push the rest of the way inside her. He released a torturous groan as he filled her to the brim, barely unable to contain himself from just taking her and fucking her ass with his rigid length.
He inhaled deeply, allowing her to feel all of him tucked inside her as he claimed her ass for himself. "It drives me crazy knowing that I am the first to have you here." He admitted, his words eliciting a moan from her lips. "Breathe in deeply and release it when I pull out."
She nodded her understanding as he slowly withdrew himself from her ass. The feeling of him sliding against her was delicious, his cock burning and stretching her out. She released the breath she was told to hold in as her ass spit him out.
He marveled at her gaping entrance glistening with artificial lubrication, and squeezed his hand around her hip as he rocked forward, her rear creating a delirious pressure against him as it sucked and pulled him inside.
It was pure agony being inside her, the drag of his cock inside her tight hole testing his resolve. He moaned as he slid out of her until just the tip of himself remained and pushed himself back inside her warm depths, giving her various lengths of his cock with every pass of his erection inside her.
She continued to squirm underneath him, tears pooling in her eyes at the intensity of her orgasms created by the persistent hums of the vibrator against her clit and the gentle strokes of his length inside her ass making her feel so full she thought she might pass out from it.
"God you are so fucking tight. So good." He admired as she drew him back inside her with agonizing slowness, his cock sodomizing her with every push of his hips. He penetrated her deeply with every thrust, lost in the drag of himself as he defiled her.
He starved off his orgasm as long as he could, picking up the pace, penetrating her deeply as she closed in around him. "Emma, I'm not going to last much longer." He growled in warning, his hips stuttering against hers as he eased himself inside of her, drowning in the delightful pressure of her holding him inside her ass.
He groaned in glorious pain at the snug fit of her around him and looked where they were joined, watching as his cock dissappeared inside her. He felt his balls tighten as he pushed himself inside her once more, erupting inside her as he moaned out in excruciating pleasure.
She vigorously fucked herself against the bullet, feeling him release himself deeply inside her as she chased her on orgasm. She pushed herself eagerly against the vibrator as he lost himself inside her, shattering with the force of his orgasm.
He pressed his palm into her lower back as he fell forward, his body wrecked with tremors as he emptied himself inside her. His hips jolted, his cock releasing the remnants of his pleasure until he collapsed forward against her and extracted himself from her.
Emma relinquished her control, submitting to her desires as he pulled out of her, his seed dripping out of her gaping hole as it contracted with the loss of his cock inside her — his retreat sending her flying as another climax claimed her.
Killian held her to him, rubbing her lower back as she sobbed, losing herself in her pleasure, her thighs trembling and clenching together, the vibrator pulsing against her abused clit.
Tears rolled down her face at the sheer overwhelming sensations rolling through her body, her lips quaking as he stroked her back lovingly until she finished, collapsing weakly against the mattress.
He moved to grab the virbator, switching it off before gently convincing her legs to fall to the bed. He rolled onto his side next to her, clutching her back to his chest, holding her head as she sobbed, her cheeks red and splotchy as she whimpered. "Shhh." He cooed. "It's okay. I've got you."
She retreated into him, feeling the gentle warmth of his body soothe and comfort her.
"You did good. You did so good." He murmured reverently into her hair as she shook against him.
They laid there for a few moments until he allowed himself to part from her. He padded off toward the bathroom, stopping at the sink to wash himself with soap and warm water. He dried himself off with an unused towel, placing it across the sink when he was through with it. He walked over to the large tub and immediately turned on the tap, testing the temperature of the water frequently to ensure it wasn't too hot.
He filled the tub to his satisfaction and turned off the faucet. He ran his hands through the water and flicked it from his fingers before getting up to collect Emma. A grin spread across his lips as he found her laying on her side, her shoulders sagging as she slept.
He was absolutely loath to wake her but she was in desperate need of a bath after their coupling. Killian sighed, moving toward the bed. He bent forward, tucking his arms underneath her and lifted her off the bed and into his arms.
Emma groaned listlessly at the motion of her being hauled up into his waiting arms.
"I know. I know." He chided in recognition. "Bath first. Sleep later." He said, securing his arm just underneath her buttox and the other winding around her neck to cradle her to his chest.
He carried her into the bathroom, smiling to himself at the woman in his arms as he walked.
Once inside the bathroom, her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the lighting inside the room, shivering into his protective familiar form as she was reluctantly lowered into the tub.
Killian spent his time meticulously bathing her before hoisting her out of the tub and wrapping her in a towel. He carried her back out into the bedroom as she nestled her head into his neck, sighing with contentment as she yawned.
He lowered her gently onto the bed and removed her towel so he could pull the covers over her body. He deposited the towel onto a nearby chair and flipped the lights off before he crawled into bed beside her. He settled himself behind her, wrapping her up in his warm embrace as he cradled the back of her head and tucked it underneath his chin until he succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep.
AN- *Sighs in relief* I'm done. There you go. I have a chapter and a half. One I believe I just have to tweak before publishing, which I hope to do sometime this week. Seriously, I need a moment to catch my breath after that and I'm assuming you guys do too. But after this mammoth of a chapter, please take pity on me and just let me know what you thought. Love you all.