Author's note: Just a little bondage, masturbation and toy smut! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Um, nope.
Cheaters Never Win (Except When They Do)
"I can't believe you've been teaching Henry this," Emma groused. She had lost. Again. Even after a trip to the Enchanted Forest and advice from her pirate boyfriend, Emma still couldn't understand this stupid game.
"Come now, Swan. It's not that hard. Give it another go." Killian handed her the dice, letting their fingers brush. It felt like an electric shock going up her arm. Perhaps there was another reason for her poor play: distraction from her handsome, cocky pirate.
"Fine." She tossed the dice again, knocking back a swig of rum. "I hope you keep the rum out of things when you play with Henry."
"But of course. The lad's much too young. I was well nigh an adult before I indulged."
"Why do I find that hard to believe?" It was hard to picture Killian without his flask close at hand. Not that there was anything wrong with that.
Killian took note of what she'd thrown, then scooped up the dice to make his own throw. "Wasn't always a pirate, love."
"Oh right. The navy. Dad told me."
"You wouldn't have recognized me, Swan. Stickler for rules and such."
Emma laughed. "That I would have loved to see."
He smirked at her. "Indeed." He tossed the dice with a flick of his wrist and Emma groaned again.
"How do you keep doing that?!"
"Centuries of practice." Killian picked up the dice and stood. He came around to her side of the table and placed them into her hand. "Here, allow me." He curled his hand around hers, head so close to hers she could feel his breath on her cheek. She focused on their hands, ignoring the lance of warmth up her arm. "Let go when I tell you," he whispered in her ear, shaking the dice in her hand. Emma suppressed a shiver, the situation suddenly much more tense than it had been a few seconds ago. No one had a right to be that magnetic and attractive, damn it.
She was drawn to him, always had been, even when they were "enemies." He brought out something in her that she'd kept suppressed for many, many years. Fortunately, she did the same for him.
"Now," he said, his voice a low growl. Emma let go of the dice and they rattled across the wooden table top. When they stopped, Emma let out a squeal of delight. Killian kissed her cheek. "See, I told you."
"That's because you helped."
"In that case, perhaps we should raise the stakes?"
Emma cocked a brow at him. "How so?"
"Loser removes an article of clothing?"
Emma barked out a laugh. "Of course, you want to play strip dice. Why am I not surprised?"
Killian merely stared at her, completely unashamed. "Frightened, Swan?"
"You wish." She sounded like a seven year old, taunting her nemesis on the playground but she didn't care. She was never one to back down from a challenge, especially not from him. Thank god Henry was staying with Regina for the weekend.
"Do we have an accord then?"
"We get to choose the clothing that gets removed when we lose," she clarified, wanting make sure there was no funny business. "And you can do one sock or one boot or something like that."
"Sounds fair. This is a game I am definitely in no hurry to finish."
She hadn't played strip anything since she was a teenager; she never stayed with anyone long enough to indulge in such games. But she remembered well enough how it worked. "I'm going first."
"Ladies should always go first."
Emma rolled her eyes and threw the dice. She got an eleven. She mentally did a little dance because the odds of him beating that were slim. "Show me what you got, pirate."
Killian smirked and made his toss; he got a seven. Emma cried out in triumph. "Seems you do know how to beat me, love," he chuckled as he worked the buttons on his vest. Emma's elation soon melted into a squirming she tried to hide as she watched him disrobe. Losing the vest meant that more of his chest was exposed as he had the first few buttons of his shirt already open.
Emma ignored that and took her turn. Her good luck seemed to be short lived as she was soon missing both boots and a sock in rapid succession. Killian didn't say anything, just watched as she took off her clothes. Emma shoved the dice at him, feigning annoyance. "Your turn, pirate."
Killian picked up the dice—and her hand—kissing the back of it. "Indeed it is." He lost that roll and Emma eyed him warily, wondering what he would take off next. She mentally groaned as he reached for the buttons of his shirt, slowly peeling it from his body. She tried to pretend that she was completely unaffected by his naked torso, but she knew she failed miserably. There was too much golden skin, dark hair and rippling muscles. Good lord.
Emma took her next turn, swallowing audibly. She lost again. And again. And again. It wasn't until she was peeling her jeans down her legs that she saw it. Killian palming an extra—a no doubt loaded—die. He was cheating! Which, pirate. Deep down she wasn't really surprised. She knew what he was. And this was a much more fun game now. Still, she would have to find a way to punish him.
"Cold, Swan?" Killian asked innocently, getting a eyeful of her bra clad breasts, the nipples peaking through the fabric.
"Nope," she said confidently. No, she wasn't cold. She was aroused. Killian licked his lips as he stared avidly at her, large expanses of bare skin on display now. She crossed her legs in a way that practically begged for his attention and leaned forward. He was so busy focusing on her that he never saw her hand slip under the table. She pulled the loaded die from where he had it tucked into a nook in the corner and concealed it in her hand.
Killian wasn't the only one who knew how to steal things.
She made her turn, appearing unconcerned when she threw a nine. Killian took his turn; a lowly four found him without one boot. It wasn't long before he was missing both boots and both socks. He frowned, the cocky facade gone as Emma won again.
"Something wrong?" she asked as he stood to remove his pants. She knew for a fact he wore nothing underneath them.
"Not a blessed thing, love," he said casually, popping the button on his pants. They slid down his legs and he stepped out of them, stretching his arms above his head, giving Emma the full view. She tried not to stare, tried to remain calm, but damn it was hard. Or rather he was hard. Her breathing hitched, eyes roving of his naked body, the lean muscles, the smattering of scars, the trail of dark hair that led to his impressive erection.
"Looks like you won," he said, making no move to sit.
"Because I stopped you from cheating," she replied, standing herself.
Killian didn't even blush. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean."
"I mean," she began, stepping toward him, "this." She held out the loaded die in her hand.
"Ah, that." He scratched behind his ear. "I am a pirate, love."
"Yeah. You are." She tossed the die back onto the table and closed the distance between them, cradling his face and pulling him down for a hungry kiss. Killian responded in kind, arms wrapping around her waist until she was flush against him. His hand slipped under her panties, squeezing her ass, and she ground against him, his cock pressing firmly into her hip. "Bedroom," she gasped, coming up for air. She yelped as he scooped her up, carrying her bridal style to their bedroom. As soon as he put her down she jerked away from him, knowing that if she didn't they'd tumble right into the bed.
"Swan?"
Emma reached behind her for the drawer in the nightstand. "You cheated," she reminded him. "I think I'm going to have to punish you."
"But you won!" he protested, eyeing her hand warily.
"So?" Her fingers closed on the metal and pulled it from the drawer. "On the bed, Captain."
"But Swan..."
She glared at him. "Do it. Or I'll just leave you here like this. Hard and wanting." He obeyed her with an alacrity that surprised her. She joined him on the bed, shoving pillows out of the way. "Hand and hook behind you." She bit her lip as he kissed her shoulder, ignoring the tingle that shot down her spine. Emma clicked the cuffs into place, the left one resting above his brace. "You don't get out until I let you out. Is that understood?"
Killian's eyes grew stormy as he regarded her, clearly turned on by the turn of events. "Aye."
"Good." She leaned in and kissed him, hard to the point of bruising, knowing it would be the last time they touched for a while. "You get to watch, pirate. And that's all until I say otherwise."
"As you say, princess."
Emma climbed off the bed and padded over to her closet. There was a box filled with the things she would need. She hadn't needed her toys since she and Killian started sleeping together; he was more than enough to satisfy her. Repeatedly. But if she was going to torment him, then she wanted to show him everything.
Emma brought the box back to the bed, Killian looking at her suspiciously. "Emma..."
"Hush. Don't make me gag you." Killian clamped his mouth shut, knowing it wasn't an idle threat. He swallowed, following her movements with those blue blue eyes. She back onto the bed, her box momentarily forgotten. "Now where should I start?" she mused, skimming her hands over her stomach. Her fingers just barely sipped under the waistband of her panties, then she pulled them back. Instead, she glided them back up her stomach under she was cupping her breasts. "Ah." She squeezed gently, kneading them through the fabric, watching Killian squirm in his restraints. Emma pulled the cups down, brushing her palms over the hardening peaks, a soft moan escaping. She kept going, fondling and kneading, the bra straps slipping off her shoulders. She reached behind and flicked it open, tossing the scrap down to the floor.
"You like doing this, don't you?" she asked, returning to her task. She imagined it was his hand on her, his hook skimming over her warm flesh. Waves of desire rolled through her, soaking her already damp panties. "You can answer when I ask you a question."
"Gods, yes," he breathed, inhaling sharply. "So soft."
Emma didn't even try to stay still; his gravely tone shooting straight to her clit. Her body undulated, hips fruitlessly seeking friction. She pinched and pulled at her nipples until they were painfully hard. "Hmm, so good, Killian." The cuffs clanked against the headboard as Killian pulled on them, his muscles bunching as he tried to get free. "They'll chafe if you keep doing that," she warned. "And we're nowhere near done yet."
Killian went still with a huff of protest, but otherwise remained silent. Emma took advantage of his distraction by discarding her underwear, the bed bouncing slightly under them. Completely nude now, her hand hovered over her mound. She lightly brushed the skin with her fingertips, Killian letting out a tiny whimper of want.
"Do you want to watch me, Killian?" she asked, leaning into her touch. "Do you want to watch me touch myself?"
He swallowed and nodded. "Yes. Please."
"Oh," Emma breathed, dipping her fingers into her heat. She spread her knees, widening her stance. She thought about all those nights where she'd done exactly this, touched herself while thinking of him,wondering what it would be like to have him touch her. Would he be gentle? Would he be desperate and wild, taking her roughly? She got off to imaging them so many different ways, ultimately leaving her hollow because it wasn't him.
Emma used her other hand to spread her lower lips, giving him a better view. She heard him groan as she touched her clit, hips rolling into it. Having him here, watching her, was extremely erotic. "I'm so wet," she murmured, fingers sliding through her folds. "Wet and slick." She sighed as she teased her entrance, just barely slipping two fingers in. It only lasted a moment, then she pulled her hand away. Emma rolled onto her back, spreading her legs so he could see her. She got lost in what she was doing, slapping her sopping cunt, sliding her fingers back in. Her hips bucked wildly as the pressure built, one hand twirling her nipple as she rode the other. She slid in a third finger, crying out, so, so close. She came hard, panting, a thin sheen of sweat coating her skin. Slowly, Emma eased herself down, shivering and trembling.
And she wasn't done yet.
"Bloody hell, Swan," Killian gasped, sounding both pained and aroused.
Emma grinned lazily, proud of her little display. "And that was just a teaser." She rolled back up into a seated position, settling between his spread legs. "Taste?" she asked, bringing her damp fingers to his mouth. Killian lunged, getting caught by his restraints, but he captured her fingers. He sucked on them greedily, tongue licking her clean. "Good?"
"Aye. You always taste sweet, love."
Emma had to bite her lip, an image of his talented mouth between her thighs tonguing her into oblivion flashing before her eyes. "Maybe if you're good..." She let her hand drift down to his cock, stroking it, feeling the weight of it in her hand. "Or would you rather I suck you off?"
Killian shook his head. "No! As sweet at that mouth is, Swan, I want to feel you around me. If the princess wishes, of course."
Emma rolled up onto her knees, leaning in next to his ear. "Oh, she definitely wishes. In due time." She pulled away as he groaned again, crawling across the bed for her box. She came back to see Killian's curious gaze. "My collection of toys," she informed him. "You're going to watch me use some of them."
"As you wish," he said, still looking perplexed. Emma opened the box and pulled out one of her vibrators. It was stubby and thin, chrome colored. She didn't want to overwhelm him all at once. She turned the dial to its lowest setting and gently rested the tip on his thigh. He jerked and yelped.
"It's a vibrator," she explained, still running it over his thigh. "See?" She brought to her breast, swirling it around her nipples, which soon hardened. She moaned softly, another wave of desire flooding her. She turned up the vibrations and moaned again, louder, her body reacting to the little toy.
"You touch yourself with that?"
"Uh huh," she murmured. She'd forgotten just how good this felt.
"Show me."
Reluctantly, Emma slid the vibrator down between her thighs, jerking a little. Another loud moan tore from her throat as she teased her clit, until it was aching and swollen once more. She turned it off and threw it back into the box, digging for her little bullet. Once she found it, she switched it on, resting it on Killian's chest.
"You want to know what it feels like, pirate?" she spat. She slid the toy down his sternum and over his stomach, leaving the muscles trembling her wake. When she touched it to the tip of his cock, Killian howled, jerking on his cuffs again. She rubbed the bullet over the length of his cock, relishing the sounds he made.
"Fuck!" he cried, sweat beading on his brow. "Oh fuck!"
"From now on," she said, pulling the bullet away and turning it off, "you do exactly as I say, got it?"
Killian nodded weakly, his eyes still glassy. Emma reached back into her box and pulled out something she hadn't used...well, ever. She'd never had a reason to. But she wanted Killian like this—exactly like this—for as long as she could. Warning him to hold still, she gently slid the cock ring over him, all the way to the base of his cock. Killian inhaled sharply, but didn't speak. Emma swiftly kissed his brow, letting him know it was okay. "Still with me?"
"Aye." He trusted her and in that moment it meant the world to her.
Emma reached into her box one final time and withdrew her favorite toy. It was a very realistic dildo, purple and thick. It wasn't quite as big as her pirate, but it got her through many a lonely night without him. She kept her eyes on him as she licked it, swirling her tongue around it like she did for him so many times. Killian's eyes went wide and he moaned, licking his lips.
"I've used this so many times," she said in a quiet voice. "So many times, thinking about you. Wishing it was you inside me instead. Stretching and filling me. You feel so good in me, Killian." She gave the dildo another lick, feeling the desire pool in her belly. She moved up on her knees, trailing the toy down her body, rubbing the tip over her clit. She moaned, spreading her legs wider. She rubbed the ridge of the dildo through her folds, coating it in her arousal. "Oh. Oh yes."
Killian's jaw twitched; he wanted to say something, make some sound but he didn't dare. Emma continued to roll her hips, still teasing before spinning around so her ass was facing him. She bent over, bracing her weight on one arm, using the other to slip the dildo inside her swollen cunt. She started slowly, the squelching sounds of her dripping hole filling the room. Killian struggled against his bonds, anxious to touch her, but she ignored him. She focused on the drag of the dildo against her walls, the force of her thrusts. She whimpered and moaned, moving faster and faster, her wrist burning with the effort. It wasn't long before she climaxed a second time, stronger than the first, crying out incoherently.
Emma slid the toy from her core, her muscles protesting. But she had a very horny pirate to take care of. She tossed the dildo aside and crawled back to Killian, her face level with his red straining cock. The cock ring had enlarged his already thick erection; it would feel so good inside her. Gently, she licked the underside, peering up at him. "Did you like watching me?"
Killian nodded. "But I'd much rather fuck you, princess."
"Hmm, so would I." She scrambled into his lap, still leaving him cuffed. Emma rested her hands on his shoulders and lowered herself down, taking him slowly into her body. She had to go slow because he was bigger than even she was used to, even though her walls were slick from her first two orgasms. "Oh fuck yes," she muttered once he was fully seated within her. Killian's lips attacked her throat as she rode him, sucking a mark into her skin. Emma dug her nails into his flesh, frantic for purchase; he was hitting her deep, so deep that she saw stars.
"Uncuff me," he pleaded, jerking on them once more. "Please, love. I'll make you feel good, I swear it."
Her thighs were burning, her knees ached. Emma reached over to the nightstand—still riding him—and snatched up the keys to the cuffs. She fumbled with them a bit, her hands shaking, but she got them undone. They fell behind the bed with a clatter, Killian's arms around her in an instant. Emma whined in protest as he slipped out of her, but he tackled her to the bed. He moved behind her, lifting up her leg with his hook, and angling his hips to sink inside her once more. Emma hissed his name as he took her, thrusts hard and deep, his engorged cock filling her to the brim.
"Yes!" she cried. "Oh yes, yes, yes, yes. Don't stop, fuck, don't stop."
"Let me feel you, Swan," he gritted out. "Please."
Emma fingered her clit; she was already close, it only took a few deft swipes before she was coming hard, almost blacking out. She clung to consciousness by a thread, feeling Killian explode inside her, pulsing deep in her. He grunted out something that might have been her name, but she couldn't be sure in her orgasmic fog.
They slumped back into the mattress almost simultaneously, exhausted. Emma drifted for a few moments, trying to regain her bearings. She felt Killian slip out of her, his relieved groan as he managed to slide the cock ring off.
"Bloody fucking hell," he gasped, head falling back against the mattress. "You okay, love?"
"Hmm," she hummed, still not fully in control of her body.
That got him to roll over and really look at her. "You'll have to do better than that."
"'M here," she mumbled. She was blissed out and utterly sated; it felt like she'd drop off to sleep any moment.
"You are bloody glorious, Swan," he said, kissing her shoulder.
"You were...being...punished, remember?"
"If that was punishment, then I will endeavor to earn it again in the future."
"You're strange." But she rolled over and snuggled into him; he was warm and comfy.
"But you love me."
"Lucky you."
He gently kissed her hair. "Indeed, very lucky me." He started to move but Emma wouldn't let him. "I'll be right back," he told her. "We'll get you cleaned up and into bed, yeah?"
"Okay." She only protested a little as he took a warm cloth to her skin, paying special attention to the sore place between her legs. She would definitely feel it in the morning, but it was worth it. Killian wiped off and replaced her toys in their box, laying it on the nightstand. Then he pulled back the comforter and eased her under it before sliding in himself, unstrapping his hook.
"Better now?" he asked, spooning her. Captain Hook was a cuddler, who knew?
"Yeah."
"Swan?"
"Yes?"
"Will you show me what those other things in that box are for?"
Emma bit her lip. "If you want."
"May I use them on you?"
"Enjoyed that, huh?"
"Very much. May I?"
"Sure. Some other time. Tired now."
"Sleep, lass. I've got you." She fell asleep to thrumming of his heart.