Snow wasn't used to being alone. She grew up in a palace with her parents, their staff and dozens of other people that would come and go. She was expected to attend parties and sleepovers. Even after her mother died and her father was constantly gone, she still had her nanny. Her father passed away when she was 18 and not long after that, she fell for Regina and Killian.

Some would think that she wouldn't know what to do with herself, but if she was being honest…the alone time was nice every once in a while. So, she got a bit excited when Killian had matters to attend to at sea and Regina took David as her companion for an overnight trip. She let the staff retire early, ate junk food and finally settled down in her room with some very smutty romance books that had been sent to her by Belle.

Halfway through the second novel, she found herself getting very turned on. Normally when that happened, she'd find one of her spouses or David, but they weren't there. She was all alone. Luckily, there was something that she had come up with to keep her entertained.

Snow grabbed her favorite lubricant from the drawer. It was cinnamon scented and had a bit of a burning sensation when it touched her body. It was just enough pull of the roughness she required, while also sending a sweet smell throughout the room. Turning the book upside down beside her, she hiked up her nightgown and lubed up her finger. She started drawing circles around her clit, thinking about the various aspects of her lovers.

She imagined Killian's hard cock pulling in and out of her. When she shut her eyes, she could see Regina's luscious breasts nestling in her face for her to suck and nibble on. David crossed her mind, with his alabaster ass, sticking high up in the air as Killian fucked it wide open. She began to grow wet, moving her finger further into herself. The burning sensation of the lubricant sent a chill running down her spine and she let out a loud moan.

"Fucking hell," she mumbled to herself.

She jammed her finger in and out, using her other hand to reach inside her gown to cup her left breast. She gave it a good squeeze and then twisted her own nipple, causing her to scream out louder.

She held it in as long as she could, but soon, her undergarment was soaking wet. She climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom to clean herself off. As she did so, she heard the door to her chambers open.

"Lube," Killian's accented voice carried through. "Wet sheets and a book entitled "Her Handsome Cowboy"."

He appeared in the bathroom a moment later, a smirk planted on his face.

"Something tells me you've been touching yourself without me," he purred.

Snow grinned. "You can help me clean myself up, how about that?"

"Only if I get a taste."

"I wouldn't have it any other way, my Captain."