Author's Note: Somehow I've never written dadd!kink before. So here's some with Captain Swan. If that's not your thing, please scroll on.

Just Like You Like It

Killian's jaw clenched and unclenched repeatedly as the streetlights played over his handsome face; Emma eyed him warily. It was just a silly charity thing for Henry's school. What could have set him off like this? The tips of his ears were red with repressed fury; he clenched his fist over and over again. The Bug was silent, aside from the engine; she couldn't remember the last time Killian had been silent for this long.

Emma cut the engine in front of their house; she glanced at her husband. "Killian, I…" She wasn't sure if she should apologize or soothe him or kiss him senseless; he cut her off before she could do or say anything else.

"Inside. Now."

She knew that tone; it was the one she associated with the pirate captain, dangerous yet controlled. Emma knew Killian would never hurt her, but part of her couldn't deny that she loved seeing him like this. He did it so rarely, almost like he was still afraid of scaring her off. But even at his darkest, Killian never scared her. She was never afraid of him. She was afraid for him. Losing him was her worst nightmare.

Emma obeyed without a word, leading them into the house. The door slammed shut behind him; Emma tossed her keys onto the side table by the door. "Look, Killian…" But once again her words were cut off by his hook looping around her wrist and jerking her back to him. His brilliant blue eyes flashed fire and Emma instinctively bit her lip.

"Do you find this funny, love?" he growled, skimming his fingers across her cheek.

While making him jealous hadn't been her intention, she wasn't above reaping the benefits. "Which part?" she asked, rising to his challenge. "It was for charity, babe."

"Was this for charity?" he demanded, fisting the material of her sundress. Summer weather had finally arrived; Emma happily ditched her jeans and leather jacket for more comfortable clothes.

"It's warm out," she countered, smoothing her hands over the lapels of his leather jacket. Temperature be damned, he refused to go out in public in anything but his preferred modern attire. It absolutely suited him; she caught more than one of the school moms shooting her envious glances. "Besides, I thought you'd appreciate the easy access."

Killian spun them around so Emma's back hit the door with a soft thump. "Bloody minx," he snarled, pressing his hips to hers. He was already rock hard; his cock straining against the fly of his jeans. "That wanker touched you."

Finally, the lightbulb went off. That explained why he was so irked. One of the dads showed up a little tipsy and either forgot Emma was the sheriff and married to a pirate or didn't care. He got a little handsy. Emma dealt with it herself, but clearly her husband saw. "It was nothing," she soothed. "I handled it."

"Oh, I saw," he replied with a grin. "Doesn't change the fact that he touched something that belongs to me."

She saw the anger melt away and desire take its place. "What are you gonna do about it, Captain?"

He arched a brow at her and ghosted his thumb over her lips. "Why reclaim it, of course." Before Emma could take another breath, Killian fused his mouth to hers, kissing her with a passion that quickly made her knees weak. His hand and hook tugged on the ties of her dress; it came loose easily. Emma hastily pushed the jacket off his shoulders, her lips chasing his when they tried to come up for air. "Ah, ah. You're mine tonight, Swan."

"I'm always yours," she replied, pulling him back to her by his necklace. She shivered as the cool metal of his hook skimmed the curve of her breast. "What do you want to do to me?"

"Everything," he growled, thrusting his hips into hers. He knew Emma could handle herself; he knew she loved him with every fiber of her being and yet…he was still a pirate at heart. There was a dark corner of his heart that needed to remind her just who she belonged to.

They slowly shuffled toward the stairs; Emma clad in only her thin panties and Killian partially undressed. Emma fumbled with the buttons of his waistcoat and shirt; he stopped her when they got to the stairs. "Did I say you could undress me?" he asked, stilling her hands.

Emma pouted. "No, but…"

"Upstairs, love. Be a good girl and kneel in the middle of the bed. Daddy will be along soon."

Emma's eyes widened and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. She confessed her dirty fantasy to him months ago, never expecting him to take her up on it. But he had. They'd done it a couple of times already, but it still made her core throb with need. She nodded and walked up the stairs, conscious of his eyes on her the whole time. The beauty was she never knew when he would spring it on her; it was a bit of a game, one that she loved.

As instructed, Emma knelt in the center of their huge bed. Her panties were already wet; she wondered if she should touch herself. Or was it better to wait and see what he would do? She chewed on her lip, indecision gnawing at her. Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long; Killian arrived with a bowl of ice and some towels. His shirt hung open, exposing his chest to her hungry gaze.

"Aren't you a vision," he murmured, drinking her in. "Spread your knees, lass. That's a girl."

Emma once again did as he bid; there was no way he could miss the soaked crotch of her panties. Killian set the bowl aside and climbed into the bed to kneel in front of her. She shuddered under his intense hooded gaze; no one had ever looked at her the way Killian did. It always made her feel desired and loved; it made her want him with a need that bordered on madness. He gently cupped her breast and she practically whimpered. Killian's grin was knowing and unapologetic.

"Half the men in that room were coveting you, darling," he growled. "Did you notice?"

Emma shook her head emphatically. "No, Daddy. I only ever want you."

Killian inhaled sharply. "Fuck, I can smell you, Emma. Are you hot and slick for Daddy?"

Emma nodded. "Yes, sir." She started to clench her thighs, but quickly stopped herself. He hadn't given her permission. "Do you want to feel how wet I am, Daddy?"

"Hmm, I think I'd rather watch," he replied, curling his fingers and hook into her panties. He yanked, tearing them with a satisfying rip. He tossed the ruined material over his shoulder then forced her knees wider apart. "Go on, sweetheart. Show Daddy how slick you are."

Emma obeyed, ghosting her fingers over her bare mound. She sighed in pleasure as she gently stroked her aching clit, alternating between circling it with the pad of her finger and dipping her hand between her legs. Her slick arousal coated her fingertips; it glistened in the harsh light of the room. Killian's stormy gaze rolled over her body; she could feel herself getting wetter the longer he watched her. "It feels so good, Daddy," she breathed, her hips instinctively rocking up into her touch. "See how wet I am for you? Only for you, Daddy."

Killian grunted in reply, his hand dropping to his fly. He yanked it open with jerky movements; he groaned as the pressure on his cock finally eased a bit. As usual he was commando and Emma whimpered as her eyes alighted on his aching erection. "See something you want, Emma?"

She nodded hard. "Yes, Daddy."

"Say it."

"I want your cock," she said, her voice cracking with need. Her core clenched; she longed to feel him inside her, fucking her until she screamed his name. "I need it, Daddy. Please."

"Begging already? Daddy's neglected you for too long, love." He surged forward and grasped her wrist, guiding her hand. His lips sought hers as he forced her fingers inside her aching cunt. Emma moaned at the sudden intrusion; she loved when her pirate got a little rough with her. Together, they curled her fingers just right. Emma's first climax hit her hard; she broke their kiss with her cry of pleasure. "That's my girl. Such a good girl, Emma. You like being Daddy's girl, don't you?"

She leaned on him heavily as she panted for breath. "I love being Daddy's girl," she whispered. "I love it so much."

"Daddy loves you too." He brushed his lips to her forehead and eased her hand back. Emma watched as he brought her slick fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean; a fresh wave of desire rolled through her.

"Can I touch you now, Daddy? Can I?"

"May you," Killian corrected. "And yes, you may." Emma smoothed her hands over his chest; he silently gave his permission for her to continue undressing him. His waistcoat and shirt quickly made their way to the floor; Killian flopped down on his back so she could remove his pants and socks. When she knelt by his side, he raised a brow in question, but Emma seemed content to let her hands play over his bare skin. She traced some of his scars, the veins under his skin, the hills and valleys of his torso. Yet, as much as she admired his body, her eyes kept drifting to his cock. "Ask permission, lass."

Emma wet her lips. "Can…May I suck your cock, Daddy?"

"Go on, baby girl. Let Daddy see those pretty pink lips wrapped around Daddy's cock."

Emma squealed in delight and barely remembered to throw her long hair over her shoulder before bending over him. Killian liked to watch. She deftly wrapped her hand around the base of his long thick cock and brought the tip to her lips. Her tongue darted out, licking away the bead of precum that had already leaked out. Killian hissed in pleasure as she continued to tease him with that wicked tongue of hers, swirling it around the swollen head, tasting his flesh. His hand found her thigh and squeezed; Emma obeyed his silent command and took him into her mouth. She went slowly, licking and sucking just the way he liked. With almost every bob of her head, more of his cock disappeared into her mouth. She was warm and wet around him; it felt amazing.

"That's it. That's my good girl," Killian praised, gently thrusting off the bed. "So gorgeous sucking Daddy's cock. Such a good girl."

Emma moaned at his praise; she liked doing this for him, but when she was Daddy's girl she loved it even more. Killian was effusive with his praise; he craved her as much as she craved him.

Killian felt his climax coil tighter and tighter at the base of his spine; as good as it felt, he didn't want to come down her throat. Not yet. Perhaps later. "Sweetheart, stop."

Emma did so, but another pout curled her swollen lips. "I was having fun."

"But Daddy wants to have fun with you now." He tugged her up, coaxing her to straddle his head. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils; her lower lips were slick and swollen. "Fucking hell, Emma. Did my baby girl like sucking Daddy's cock?" he asked as he dragged a finger through her slit.

Emma mewled at the teasing touch. "Yes, Daddy," she whimpered. "Can't you feel it?"

"I do. You're so wet and slick, darling. Daddy wants a taste."

Emma moaned, her core clenching around nothing. God, she needed him inside her so badly. But he would make her wait for it. Daddy loved to make her wait. She stiffened as Killian dragged his tongue over her sensitive flesh; she scrabbled for some sort of hand hold. He went maddeningly slowly, teasing her with the very tip of his tongue. Emma wound up bent at the waist, her fingers digging into the sheets as Killian made her writhe with need. Over and over again, he wound her up like a toy, only to pull away before she could fall.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," she whined, after being denied for the fourth time. "Please, please, please let me come! I promise I'll be a good girl. I'll be so good for you, Daddy!"

Killia brushed a kiss to the harsh red skin on the inside of her thigh. "I know you will, baby girl." He pressed on last kiss to her swollen clit before sliding out from under her and rolling Emma to her back. Her pale skin was flushed with arousal; her green eyes were glassy with need. There were more things he wanted to do to her, but they had all night. "You won't be getting much sleep tonight, love. Daddy's got so many plans for you."

Emma nodded hard. "I'll be good." She thought he might finally give her what she needed so badly, but instead be plucked a slightly melted ice cube from the bowl. Killian tugged her into a sitting position and gingerly brushed the ice over her erect nipple. Emma gasped at the biting cold; Killian quickly soothed it with his mouth, sucking roughly. "Again," she moaned, needing more of the sensations. "Please, Daddy!"

"I thought you wanted Daddy to fuck this pretty cunt?" His grin was downright filthy. "Or perhaps…" He widened her legs and dragged the melting ice through her slick folds. Emma cried out in shock; her hand instinctively grabbed his hair and pushed his head to her cunt. He considered scolding her, but he could punish her later. He wanted to make her scream. Just as before, he contrasted hot and cold over her sensitive flesh until it was too much for her trembling body. She climaxed hard, sobbing out her release. Killian eased her down gently, his touch never quite leaving her body. He brushed kisses to her skin from navel to lips, praising her with each one.

"Shhh, there's my sweet girl," he soothed. "Such a good girl for Daddy."

Emma held him close, her body still tingling from her high. "Thank you, Daddy." She kissed along his jaw, then the corner of his lips, until she finally claimed his mouth properly. She sighed as he settled in the cradle of her thighs, his erection rubbing her oversensitized flesh. "Ooooh, Daddy," she breathed. "Hmmm."

"Still?" he chuckled. "My baby girl still wants Daddy's cock?"

Emma grinned. "Always, Daddy. May I have it now? Please?"

Killian rolled them once again, allowing Emma to straddle him. She rubbed herself shamelessly over his cock; he could feel her growing slick once more. "Bloody insatiable," he murmured. "Go on, love. Show Daddy how well you take his cock."

Emma rose up on her knees and lined him up; her eyes never left his as she sank down on him. Her mouth dropped open in a silent moan as she stretched to take him in; even after all this time, he still filled her perfectly. She watched him lick his lips as his eyes dropped to where they were joined. Killian was not a small man; Emma loved that she could take everything he had to give. She watched him watch her as she slowly began to move, grinding on his cock with deliberate movements. His hand and hook slid over her thighs as she moved; Emma threw her head back as she picked up her pace.

"My beautiful girl," Killian gasped, torn between watching her ride him and the desire to throw her down on the bed and rut into her until they were both spent. "Ride Daddy's cock, love. Does it feel good?"

Emma braced her hands on his chest. "Yes," she panted. "So good, Daddy. Fills me up."

Killian tugged her down to him, kissing her deeply. "Don't stop, baby girl. Daddy wants to feel you come on his cock. Do you want to come with Daddy inside you?"

Emma nodded furiously. "Yes, yes, please!"

Killian slid his hand over her ass, forcing her to go faster, even as he started to thrust up. They met in the middle; Emma cried out as his cock hit her g spot. Killian held her close as their hips smacked together; a handful of thrusts later, Emma screamed out her high, her walls clenching tightly around him. Killian let the wave of his own climax claim him, grunting as he pumped her full of his seed.

Emma sagged against him, finally spent. She vaguely heard him whispering in her ear, but she was too exhausted to pay much attention. "Love you," she mumbled.

"Love you too."

Emma woke up a bit later, blinking against the lamplight. Killian was sound asleep behind her, curled up against her back. She started to stretch, but her husband tightened his hold on her, burying his nose in her hair. His rough hands on her belly made her shiver; it brought back the memory of their earlier tryst. Killian's suppressed fury over someone else touching her, his desire to remind her who she belonged to, as if she could ever forget. Just thinking about it made her ache with want; she instinctively clenched her thighs together.

The movement caused Killian to stir; he let out a soft grunt and wedged his knee between hers. His breathing was steady; she was sure he was still asleep. Yet, like her, his body reacted to her nearness. Emma wet her lips as she rocked her hips back against his; his cock was nestled in the cleft of her ass. She sighed softly, her fingertips grazing over her nipple. It quickly became erect; waves of desire shot to her core.

Killian wouldn't mind if she woke him for round two, right?

Feeling deliciously naughty and wicked, Emma eased herself out of his hold and rose up on her knees. Missing her warmth, Killian rolled on his back, the thin sheet barely covering him. Emma licked her lips as she tugged it free; his half hard cock rested on his belly. Emma straddled his leg and bent over him; her husband still appeared to be fast asleep. Before she could think about it too hard, Emma ran her tongue over his cock, laving his skin with licks and kisses. He quickly grew hard under her ministrations; she wrapped her hand around him and pumped slowly. She saw his eyes flutter open, a low groan on his lips. "Emma?"

"Hmm, Daddy's awake," she replied with a grin. Before he could reply, she lowered her head and took him deep into her mouth.

"Bloody fucking hell," Killian cursed, arching as his cock hit the back of her throat. This wasn't the first time Emma had woken him like this, but he couldn't recall the last time she'd been this aggressive. A few bobs of her head had him gasping for air; she took all of him with every bob, sucking him off like it was some sort of contest. His mind struggled to form words or even thoughts; his world was reduced to the sensation of his wife's warm wet mouth around his aching cock. Embarrassingly quickly, he climaxed with a hoarse shout, spilling his seed down her throat.

Emma swallowed everything he gave her, lapping up the droplets that escaped. Killian's chest heaved like he'd been chased by some monster; Emma loved that she'd done that to him. She loved it, but it also made her horny as hell.

"W-w-what was that for?" Killian panted, still gasping.

"I need Daddy," she said, eager for more of their earlier game. "It aches."

Killian pushed himself up, all too happy to give her what she wanted. "Where does it ache, baby girl? Show me."

Emma brushed her hand over her mound. "Inside, Daddy. It aches inside me."

Killian eased her hand away and replaced it with his. Emma's eyes fluttered shut as he stroked her clit. "Right here, sweetheart?"

"Y-y-yes," she hissed, arching into his hand.

Killian's hand stilled. "Yes what?"

Emma whined. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl." He pressed harder, making her mewl in pleasure. "Now what shall Daddy do with his naughty girl?"

"Naughty?"

"Oh yes. You sucked Daddy's cock without permission, love."

Emma shivered; she couldn't wait to see what sort of punishment he would give her. "I'm not sorry," she sassed.

"Is that so?" He dipped the tip of his finger inside her core. "You loved every second, didn't you? Sucking Daddy's cock makes you hot and slick, doesn't it?"

Emma kept trying to chase his touch; she needed so much more than soft brushes of his fingers. "Yes, Daddy," she breathed.

Abruptly, he took his hand away and brought it to her lips. Emma obeyed his silent command, licking her arousal off his fingers. She held his eyes the whole time, the connection between them palpable. No other lover had ever made her feel like this. Just Killian. She was completely free.

"Move to the end of the bed, love. Up on your knees."

Emma did as she was bid; her breathing quickened as she followed him with her eyes. Killian climbed out of the bed and retrieved a few things from the bottom drawer of the dresser. He set two items on the top and returned with several leather restraints. "Be a good girl and lash your legs to the bed, lass."

Emma suppressed a moan as she got to work, clipped the end of each strap to a bed post and looped the leather around her thighs, just above the knee. They'd done this before; it left her open and exposed, just the way he wanted her. Killian followed suit with the other straps, lashing each wrist to the post. It took a lot of dexterity and his mouth to get the buckles closed; watching him only made Emma burn hotter for him. When he was finished, he observed their handiwork. "Perfect."

She chewed on her lip, her core aching with need. "Daddy, I promise I'll be good…"

"You made that promise before," he reminded her. "And you were still naughty."

"Only because I need you, Daddy."

Killian's smile was downright sinful; he closed the gap between them and kissed her deeply. She couldn't touch him, which frustrated her, but she kissed him back with everything she had. "Daddy will give you what you need, baby girl."

All she could do was watch as he walked back to the dresser and retrieved something, then climbed back into the bed behind her. His dark head appeared behind hers in the vanity mirror; Emma's breathing hitched as his left arm slipped around her waist. Killian kissed a path over straining shoulder and throat; his scruff burned just right. Emma's eyes started to flutter shut until she felt something bulbous and metallic slide over her stomach. "Oh fuck," she moaned.

Killian chuckled. "You were a very naughty girl, darling. Do you know what naughty girls get?"

"No," she lied. She wanted to hear him say it.

"Naughty girls get a spanking," he growled. "And Daddy wants you to feel it." He popped the T the way he often did; pure lust shot to her core. She whined as desire burned in her belly; she instinctively tugged at her restraints. But she was trapped, adding to the lust filled haze creeping into her awareness. She needed everything he was going to do to her.

Killian skimmed the plug over skin, circling her areola until her nipples were puckered and hard. Then he laid it aside and gave her ass a squeeze. "Relax, baby girl," he said softly. "Daddy's got you." He picked up the lube from where he'd thrown it on the bed and squeezed a liberal amount on his fingers. He used his left arm to keep her steady as he slowly worked her rear entrance. Emma moaned, the tension going out of her as he stroked her. Emma loved having her ass played with and Killian loved doing it for her. The restraints didn't give him as much room to work as he usually had but he loved being this close to her. He watched her in the mirror, cataloging every sigh and moan, every spasm and twitch of her lush body. She was practically quivering with need as he pushed one finger, then a second, into her ass, gently opening her up. "Feel good, baby girl?"

Emma nodded hard. "So good, Daddy. Please don't stop."

"Someone forgot they're being punished," Killian replied, kissing her shoulder. Once he was sure she could handle it, he extracted his hand and retrieved the plug. He dragged it between her legs, coating it on her copious arousal. "Look how slick you are, sweetheart. You're fucking soaked."

She whined when he took the plug away, but it was back quickly, pressing against her ass. Now coated in lube, she leaned forward as much as she could in her restraints, giving Killian the access he needed to push the plug inside. It was one of the larger ones they owned; she felt every inch of it in her ass. And damn, it felt good. "Thank you, Daddy."

"Hmm, you'll be saying that a lot, love." He cleaned his hand off on one of the towels from earlier, then pressed himself against her back. "Look at us, Emma. Look." She did as he bid, her gaze locking with his in the mirror. "This body belongs to me," he whispered in her ear. "Every inch of you is mine. And I'm going to do whatever I want to you."

Emma shivered in pleasure; she loved when they played like this. "Yes, Daddy."

"You make me crazy, baby girl," he continued, his hand wandering. He tweaked her nipples as he spoke, eager to draw more needy sounds from her. "Sometimes I wish I could keep you locked up here, all to myself."

Emma nodded hard. "Me too, Daddy. So much." It was part of the game, but there was a kernel of truth there. They'd fought so hard and so long to get here; she just wanted time with him, away from everything and everyone. They earned that.

He rocked his hips against her ass; he was erect again, hot and hard against her soft flesh. "Feel that, love? Want you so much. All the time."

Emma nodded again. "Please, Daddy," she gasped. "It hurts so much."

"Not yet." He forced himself to retreat and pick up the paddle. It was wide and thick, made from polished wood. He weighed it in his hand carefully before lightly touching it to her skin. Emma's breathing hitched as she waited for the first blow. It came with a sharp crack; she cried out. "What do you say?"

Emma swallowed heavily. "Thank you, Daddy."

"That's my girl." He swatted her ass twice more in quick succession, pausing long enough for her to wheeze her thanks. He watched as her skin grew pink and hot; he was careful, not hitting the exact same place more than once. The paddle still left marks on her skin, but Emma reveled in the pleasure tinged pain. Her thighs were soaked in her arousal; she was practically dripping onto the sheets. "Such a good girl, Emma," he praised, finally tossing the paddle aside. He moved up behind her, pressing loving kisses to her skin as he unbuckled the restraints. "You were such a good girl for Daddy."

Emma sagged the moment she was free; Killian caught her before she could fall. She floated as he kissed her skin, every bit he could reach, gently turning her so they faced each other. Once his lips found hers, her desire for him slammed into her like a freight train. "Can I have your cock now, Daddy? I need you so much. Please, please, please, Daddy," she breathed between kisses.

Killian had one more surprise for her. He fumbled a bit for it—it had nearly gotten lost in the sheets—once he found it, he pressed it into her hand. "For being a good girl," he murmured.

Emma fingered the cock ring, her eyes wide. She still had the plug in her ass; they'd never used the cock ring with a plug. "Oh my god."

"Go on, love. Put it on for me."

Emma pulled him in for a kiss, distracting him while she stretched the silicone ring over his cock. He let out a low groan when she reached the base; his cock swelled, turning a deeper shade of red. "Oh god."

"You trust me?" Emma nodded. "Good girl. Lay back." Emma bit her lip and did so, spreading her legs wide. Killian could see the end of the plug; he shivered in anticipation. "We'll go nice and slow." He crawled over her, kissing as went. They both moaned as his swollen cock brushed her slick flesh; their lips met in a needy kiss as they ground their hips together.

Finally, Emma couldn't take it any longer. "Please. Fuck, I need it inside me, please!"

Killian heeded her plea, lining himself up and pushing forward. He tried to go slow, but Emma clawed at him, desperate to feel him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Killian cursed, breathing hard. "So fucking tight." It felt like she was strangling him, her walls hot and slick around his swollen cock.

Emma struggled to breathe; she felt so full. It was like being split open and put together all at once. Why hadn't they done this sooner? "Oh my god."

"Am I hurting you?"

"No! God, no. Fuck, it feels incredible. Move."

Killian did as she asked, bracing himself on one arm and rolling his hips slowly. They both watched him slide in and out of her; Killian moaned as he felt the plug along his shaft. He'd never felt anything quite like it. "So good," he breathed. "You feel so good."

Emma dragged him back for a kiss and hooked her leg over his hip. "More," she demanded. "Fuck me, Daddy."

Those words and that tone snapped his control. Killian hooked his arms under her legs and held her open as he fucked her hard and deep, forcing her to take every inch of him. Emma writhed and screamed, fisting the sheet as her first climax slammed into her. He slowed down a little as her body trembled and shook; she whined in complaint when he pulled out of her without climaxing himself. "Shh, I know what you want." He coaxed her to flip over and get on all fours. Emma's moan of pleasure was music to his ears as he sank into her from behind. "So greedy for Daddy's cock," he breathed. "Show Daddy how much you crave cock."

Emma rocked back, meeting him halfway. She felt his hand on her hip, steadying her as she rolled her hips over his cock again and again and again. Sometimes he would wiggle the plug inside her ass, making them both moan loudly. Another orgasm hung just out of reach; she chased it, soaking in the pleasure of being full.

When Emma started to tire, Killian wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up. He settled them in his lap, his cock still buried inside her tight sheath. "Look in the mirror, love," he said softly. "See how well you take Daddy's cock? Do you want Daddy to come inside you, baby girl?"

"Please. Please, Daddy." She sounded broken, hoarse; she craved that final release. Killian didn't make her wait any longer; he held her with his left arm while he took her with rough strokes. Emma watched them in the mirror until her orgasm overtook her at last, her vision going white as she climaxed. There was a loud shriek; Emma realized later that was her as Killian followed her, his swollen cock twitching and pulsing inside her aching core.

The pair collapsed into the mattress, spent. Killian roused himself first, groaning as he removed the cock ring. He brushed his lips over Emma's shoulder as she panted for air. "Alright there, love?"

"Hmmm," she hummed, rolling on her back. "Hi."

He smiled. "Hello." He kissed her sweetly. "How do you feel?"

She stretched, causing the plug to shift inside her. "Okay. Might be sore tomorrow."

Killian frowned. "Emma…"

She put a finger to his lips. "Nope. We're not doing that. Don't you dare, okay?" She loved every facet of her pirate, but she refused to let him get down on himself for any reason. Especially not something that she was very much an eager participant in. She pressed a kiss to his lips. "Though you might need to help me to the bathroom."

Killian chuckled. "I can do that."

After they got cleaned up and stripped the bed of any damp coverings, they settled in to sleep. "Killian?"

"Yes, love?"

"I love you. You know that, right?"

He brushed his fingers over her bare arm. "Of course, I do. I suppose I'm still a pirate at heart, wife. Especially when it comes to the greatest treasure I could ever possess."

Emma blushed even though it was dark now. "Okay, I get that. But that goes both ways, got it?"

He grinned and kissed her forehead. "Feel free to demonstrate that at any time, love. In fact, I look forward to it."