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Ice Bound

It was either the greatest idea she'd ever had or the worst. Time would tell.

Killian squirmed on the bed, his bare chest distracting her from her task. "I always knew you were into this, Swan."

Emma suppressed a smirk. She hadn't been into anything before she met him. But he made her want things she never had before. Damn pirate. "Says the guy allowing me to tie him up," she countered, tightening the soft rope to the headboard.

Killian pulled experimentally on his bonds, wrist and hook seemed secure. Emma tried to ignore the way the cordons of muscle in his arms rippled and flexed as he moved, but it was a losing battle. Her pirate was gorgeous; it was fruitless to deny such a thing, even in her own head. "You're already far too good at this to be an amateur, love."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Did you forget that I'm the sheriff? Restraining people is kind of a thing I do." She brushed her hair out of the way and bent down to kiss him, long and slow, sucking his lip into her mouth. "How do you feel?"

"Like I want to tear those clothes off you and ride you until you're screaming my name," he replied in a low whisper. Emma felt her core clench in response, eyes fluttering closed. He was going to thoroughly test her resolve with this, not with his touch but with that filthy mouth of his. His voice already gave him an unfair advantage, but he was well aware of how much the dirty pirate turned her on.

She kissed him again, hard and deep, before pulling away with a gasp. "Good luck with that."

Suddenly, she was too hot, her skin tingly, feeling like it was stretched taut over her bones. She moved off the bed, Killian muttering in protest until he saw her start to strip. Shirt and leggings were off in moments, leaving her in a matching dark blue bra and panty set that only covered the bare minimum. She'd bought them on a whim, the blue reminding her of Killian's stormy lust drenched eyes.

"Bloody hell," Killian breathed, his abs trembling as his hips rocked up involuntarily. "Emma."

She climbed back into the bed, legs straddling his waist. The thick ridge of his erection pressed into the heart of her, making her moan. "Oh my god." She couldn't help herself, rolling her hips as Killian thrust up, their clothing muting the sensation, but it still felt good. So good that she almost forgot what she was supposed to be doing. Emma forced her eyes open and looked down at her half naked pirate.

His blue irises were nearly gone completely, his mouth contorted in a grimace. He looked like he wanted to eat her alive and it sent shivers down her spine. Because she was in control. The infamous Captain Hook was entirely at her mercy.

Emma slid her hands over his torso, memorizing all the dips and ridges of his gorgeous body. She traced the few visible scars with her fingers before repeating the process with her lips and tongue. Killian cursed, wriggling her hold, unable to move more than a few inches in any direction. She laughed quietly at his predicament, until his hips came into contact with hers again. Emma hissed, teeth scraping over his flesh.

"Careful there, pirate," she warned, eyes finding his. "You wouldn't want me to leave you like this now, would you?"

"You wouldn't dare."

Her eyes narrowed. "Watch me." She got up, ignoring Killian huff of protest, and headed out to the kitchen. She had no intention of actually leaving him wanting—she needed release as much as he did—but he wasn't going to let him go completely unpunished either. She filled a bowl with some ice and headed back in to see Killian struggling against the ropes.

"Thank the gods," he breathed, instantly relaxing when he saw her. Then he saw the ice. "Love?"

Emma grinned wickedly. "You're getting punished, pirate." She sat the bowl on the nightstand then climbed on to the bed, perching herself between his open legs. "How about we take these off?" She glided her hands up his legs until she reached the waistband of his pants. Deftly, she opened them, resisting the urge to touch his warm velvety flesh, but it was close. She loved the way he felt in her hand.

Killian lifted his hips to help her tug the tight pants off his body, sighing in relief as his cock was freed. Emma chucked the pants to the floor, surveying the man before her. Good lord, he was impossible. Too perfect to be real, all hard muscle and sinew, built by centuries at sea. Maintained now routinely chasing monsters. His dark hair fell into his eyes, giving him a rakish look that she secretly loved. She loved everything about him; it was still sometimes hard to believe that he was hers.

Shaking her head, Emma reached over him to the nightstand, plucking a piece of ice out of the bowl.

"Just what are you planning on doing with that, Swan?" Killian asked, his fist squeezing around the rope that held him in place.

"You'll see." The ice was cold against her fingertips, making her shiver. She titled her head, considering, then dragged the edge of the cube down Killian's sternum. He yelped, cursing loudly, body trying in vain to jerk away from her.

"Fuck, that's cold!"

"It's supposed to be, silly." She didn't let up, sliding the ice over his chest, circling his nipples. The flesh tightened instantly, Killian hissing.

"Bloody hell." He writhed on the bed, still trying to get away from her, but the ropes held.

"You're gonna burn your wrist if you keep that up." Emma popped the mostly melted cube into her mouth, sucking on it like a tasty treat. Then she leaned over his torso, licking up the water, warming his skin with her mouth. "Better?"

"Not in the slightest," he managed to gasp. His chest was heaving as he tried desperately to breathe, the alternating sensations driving him insane. And she still hadn't touched him intimately yet.

"That's too bad, because I was going to reward you."

That got his attention. "With what?"

Emma bit her lip, then reached behind her to flick open her bra. She slid the satin down her arms and tossed it aside, letting Killian get a good look at her. Then, just to torment him, she slid her hands up over her flat stomach and let the weight of each breast settle in her hands. Killian's breathing hitched as he stared at her, a growl in his throat. She touched herself expertly, kneading the heavy aching mounds. A jolt of desire swept through her, settling heavy in her belly. Emma moaned, letting her eyes fall closed, imagining it was Killian touching her instead.

The bed creaked; Killian's arms were tense, pulling even harder on the ropes. "Fuck, I need to touch you," he bit out. "Emma, please."

"Do you promise to be good?"

"Anything."

She really could get used to this, having him breathless and near frantic for her. Emma took pity on him and bent down, giving him access to her breasts, bracing herself on the headboard. Killian didn't hesitate, sucking one hard nipple into his mouth and sucking on it greedily. It wasn't exactly what he wanted, but it was something. Emma moaned in pleasure, his warm wet mouth doing wicked things to her. "God, that feels so good."

Emma brought her free hand to her aching clit, touching herself through the soaked fabric of her panties. The seam rubbed precisely where she needed it, a frisson of pleasure rolling up her spine.

"That's it, love," Killian breathed against her skin. He switched his attentions, tongue flicking over her other nipple rapidly. "Get yourself off for me."

"Fuck." She was already close, stomach muscles trembling violently. A handful of strokes and she was there, falling over the edge, eyes squeezed shut, curses spilling from her lips. Emma slumped against the headboard for a few minutes, trying to regain her breath. She hadn't meant to do that, but god, did it feel good.

When she came back to herself, Emma sat up, rocking back on her haunches, her ass grinding into his stiff cock. "That your idea of being good?"

Killian grinned smugly up at her. "Gods, but you are glorious when you come."

"Be careful what you wish for, buddy." Emma reached over for some more ice, resting once cube over Killian's racing heart. "Hold still," she ordered. When he went completely still under her, she moved, lifting herself off him. There was a second cube in her hand and she intended to use it.

Killian's hoarse cry filled the air when the cold cube glided over the underside of his cock. She swirled it around the tip, just like she often did with her tongue, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. She could feel him shaking, trying to heed her order not to move, but it was hard for him. Emma fondled his balls with her other hand, sliding up along the base of his cock, keeping him aroused despite the cold. Sweat broke out on his forehead as she tortured him, his face torn between pleasure and pain.

Emma leaned down and kissed his tip, tongue sliding out to tease the slit and Killian's control snapped like a brittle twig. His hips bucked under her, smacking her in the face, and she rolled with it, licking and kissing the smooth flesh. She traced a throbbing vein with the ice, then soothed it with her tongue. Killian howled, begging now, his body almost overwhelmed with sensation.

"Emma!"She heard the scratch of metal on wood and looked up. Killian had managed to slip his hook out from his bounds and was pulling his good hand free. She hardly had a chance to breathe; Killian froze her with a look, his black eyes predatory and hot. He tackled her to the bed, hook holding her down as his good hand tore her panties from her body.

"It's not wise to tease a pirate, love," he growled, nipping at her skin. Emma groaned, thrilled that she'd gotten the pirate to come out to play. Her legs spread wider, waiting for him to take her.

He didn't keep her waiting, hauling her leg up over his shoulder and plunging his cock deep inside her body. Emma cried out, hips rocking up, taking him as deep as she could. She loved the way he filled her, her walls stretching around him, gripping him tight. She met him stroke for stroke, hands clawing at the sheets, relishing every moment. Killian was almost wild above her, pounding into her, his body demanding release. Emma rubbed her clit hard, knowing he was too far gone to take care of her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Killian yelled, hips stuttering, cock pulsing inside her as he came hard. Emma followed him a moment later, vision going white behind her closed lids, his name on her lips. Killian rutted lightly against her and her body trembled, overstimulated. Her heart felt like it was about to burst of out her chest; she couldn't breathe.

Killian released her, rolling to the side and slumping against the mattress. "Bloody fucking hell," he groaned.

Emma panted, not really able to form actual words. Things could often get intense with them, but this was a first. And she really, really liked it.

Killian rolled onto his side, facing her. "Swan?"

"Hmm?"

"You okay?" His good hand trailed down her stomach, feather light.

"Yeah. I think you broke the bed." A laugh bubbled up in her throat, because why wouldn't he? He was a pirate. Her boyfriend was a pirate.

Killian huffed indignantly. "It's scratched is all. I bet you could fix it with magic."

"Why would I want to do that?"

Killian smirked. "Oh, a notch in the old bedpost there, Swan? Now who's the pirate?"

"You are. Definitely you." Somewhat recovered, she moved to face him. "I happen to love that about you." She kissed the tip of his nose, just because she could.

Killian hummed happily and pulled her back, kissing her properly. "Love you too, Emma." His hand trailed over her shoulder and down her arm. "But turnabout is fair play, you know."

Emma smiled against his lips. "Do your worst, Captain."