Author's note: I can back from Disney and the muse wanted to spend some time with the SJT! I hope you enjoy this update!

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Chapter 9

Emma smoothed down her faded blue gown. She'd found it at a consignment shop weeks ago on a shopping trip with Mary Margaret and Ruby; she knew exactly what she wanted it for. Unfortunately, certain events derailed her plans. But here, back in Paris, she knew exactly what she wanted to use it for.

She couldn't help the shiver that rolled down her spine as she opened the door to the playroom. The last time the trio indulged in this kind of role play, they'd been at home. While fun and exciting, it was nothing compared to this place. The room wasn't large, but it looked like something out of every pirate movie she'd ever seen. A bunk with a pallet and blanket, a desk covered in maps and books, small windows that let in just enough light to see.

The windows doubled as the viewing panes for anyone who wanted to watch.

Emma wet her lips as she dragged her fingertips over the wooden desk. The room even carried a faint scent of salt air, probably from the weathered wood. She found a few candles and lit them with some matches she found in a drawer. She made sure to put them far enough back so they wouldn't tip over if things got…rough.

They'd played pirates and princess before. It was one of Emma's favorite role plays they'd ever done. When it came time to choose one for their return to Cedér, she knew it was the one she wanted. They'd rented the room from dusk until dawn; what she wanted was elaborate and intense. It would take all night.

Emma certainly felt like a princess. She spent over an hour twisting her hair up into a chignon with loose tendrils framing her face. One of the staff helped her get into the corset and dress; she didn't want her boys to see her until the game started. The corset was tight enough to show off her cleavage to advantage but not so tight that she couldn't breathe. She wore no panties under the wide belled skirt; there was no point. She even wore heels, but she knew those wouldn't last long. Not with her boys.

A rough shove against the door got her attention, Emma's back stiffened. She was supposed to be a prisoner. Her husbands had been a bit taken aback when she explained what she wanted, but she persuaded them. She wanted to take back those painful memories and replace them with happy ones. Here—in this place, with these men—she was completely safe.

The door opened; Liam stepped through it, his heavy boots clomping on the floor. Emma's breath quickened as she soaked him in. He looked good enough to eat in the pirate costume they'd found. Tight leather pants, red sash tied around his waist, loose linen shirt covering his torso. It was open at the neck, exposing just enough skin to tease. He even wore a hat with a large feather in it. And made it all look hot.

"Trying to plan your escape, Princess?"

Emma blinked, trying to remember her role. "Wouldn't you?" she demanded. "In my place?"

Liam grinned. "Aye, I would. And I have." He stepped closer, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "And it's Captain to you, lass."

"Maybe you should remember your manners better, Captain."

Liam moved closer, invading her space. "Perhaps you should show your appreciation better, Princess."

"Appreciation for what?" She pressed her hands to his chest, pretending to hold him back. In this version of their little play the princess and Captain had been lovers for some time, yet they still played this game every time he came to her.

He pressed his hips into hers, pinning her against the edge of the desk. "For allowing you to share my quarters rather than throw you in a cell."

"Maybe I'd rather be in the cell." She breathed deeply, her breasts straining against the corset. "At least then I'd be alone." She managed to edge to her left; she only got a few steps when he pulled her back by the wrist.

"Don't lie, love. It's unbecoming someone of your station."

"I'm not lying."

Liam loomed over her; her wrists captured in his huge hands. "You can't fool me, lass. Not anymore."

"Is that right?"

"You want me. You crave every filthy thing I've done to you."

Emma licked her lips, her body tingling in anticipation. "What do you want to do to me tonight, Captain?"

He leaned down and kissed the shell of her ear. "I want to hear you beg."

Emma bit back a moan. "So, what are you waiting for?" She grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him down for a needy kiss. Liam crushed her to his chest as he battled for control; seeing her in that dress had him hard in seconds. Their teasing only fueled his need for her. And for the moment, he got her to himself. Oh, Killian was watching from the next room, but he wouldn't get his turn for a while.

Liam tugged them over to the chair; he flopped down into it and pulled Emma into his lap. His hate fell off, but both ignored it. They made out like horny teenagers, all too aware of all the eyes that had to be watching them. Not just Killian, but other patrons of Cedér. Liam worked to loosen the laces of her gown; together, they peeled down the bodice to reveal her corset. "Fucking hell."

Emma drew his head down to her chest, moaning as he started to lick and bite at her skin. Heat pooled in her core, both from his touch and the knowledge they were being watched. She'd gotten a taste of this two nights ago, but she craved more. She wanted others to see the intense pleasure she received from her husbands. "Captain," she panted. "Captain."

Liam groaned as she rolled her hips against his crotch. "Get this damned dress off and get on the desk."

Emma shivered but did as asked. She just didn't do it quickly. She slid off his lap and slowly shimmed out of the dress. She saw his nostrils flare as he caught sight of her bare cunt and ass, her sex already slick. She added a little extra sway to her hips as she climbed up onto the desk on her hands and knees, presenting her ass to him proudly. "Is this what you wanted, Captain?"

"Devious minx." He grabbed her ass roughly, kneading the firm globes. "Someone's begging for a spanking."

"Hmm, yes, please." She got no warning before his hand came down on her slick cunt. Emma screamed as arousal flooded her core. "Fuck!"

"Go ahead and scream," Liam said darkly. "No one's coming for you, lass. My whole crew knows you're mine. And no one touches what's mine." He slapped her dripping sex a handful more times, relishing every low cry of pleasure that fell from her lips. He'd been hesitant at first when she suggested this scenario, but she'd promised to use her safeword if she got uncomfortable at any point. He trusted her to know her limits.

Her sex stung, but Emma needed more. She needed him inside her. She needed to feel his long thick cock impaling her. Yet, she didn't want this to end too soon. "Is that the best you've got, Captain?" she panted.

"I'm not fucking you until you beg for my cock, Princess." He stood, wood scraping on wood. Liam yanked the linen shirt over his head, then went to work on his pants and boots. He groaned once his cock was free; he moved slightly so she could see him stroke himself. He watched her watch him, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. "Let's find a better use for that smart mouth." He grabbed her hair and tugged her forward. Emma braced herself on her elbows, opening her mouth as he leaned forward. She licked at the salty precum that leaked from the tip; her eyes fell shut in pleasure. Sucking cock always made her hornier, more desperate to be fucked. And Liam knew it. He fucked her mouth steadily, praise falling from his lips. "Just like that, sweet. Such a hot mouth. Suck me. Suck me so good, my naughty princess."

Emma's core ached and clenched as she sucked her husband's beautiful cock. She could only imagine how she looked to their audience. Needy and wanton and hungry for more? She hoped Killian was enjoying the show. She couldn't wait to play with him.

Liam could smell her arousal; it was dripping onto the desk. He pulled her off him, panting for breath. "Say it," he growled, tugging her hair completely loose from its knot. "You can end this, Princess. All you have to do it beg."

She looked up at him, her eyes wide with lust. "Fuck me, Captain. Please." She panted, her body on fire for him. "Please give me your cock. I need it inside me. Please."

Liam grabbed her around the middle and twisted her around on the desk. He laid her out flat and spread her legs wide. The tiny blinking red light told him his brother could see everything, including their wife's swollen dripping cunt. He gave her cunt another sharp slap before sinking home; Emma's gasp of pleasure melted into a very loud moan. She gripped the edge of the desk hard as he fucked her, just the way she craved. Hard and deep and rough. "Yes, yes, yes," she chanted over and over and over. "Don't stop!"

She was hot and wet and so tight; Liam could get lost in her. He swung her legs over his shoulders, his thumb brushing her clit with every drive of his hips. "Mine," he growled. "My princess. My cunt. Mine."

Emma let out an anguished cry as she hovered on the edge of orgasm. "Yours. Yours, Captain. Fuck! Come inside me. Come inside me!"

Liam grunted as she climaxed, her walls gripping him like a vice. He lasted a dozen more strokes, but finally succumbed, crying out as he spasmed and twitched inside her. Aftershocks rolled through her as she felt him, rope after rope of his seed splashing against her womb.

Liam collapsed on top of her, both breathing hard. Emma drew his mouth to hers for a lazy kiss. "Hmm, thank you, Captain," she breathed, a smile tugging at her lips.

"We keep doing this and I'll never want to give you up."

"I'm your prisoner, Captain. You can keep me as long as you like. I'm at your mercy."

"Or perhaps I've got you right where I want you." He ran his hand possessively down her body. "No one will want you after being defiled by a pirate. And you like it."

Emma opened her mouth to reply but got cut off by another wet kiss. Right on cue, there was a pounding on the door. Liam cursed. He stole one final kiss from her lips, then he went to get dressed. "Don't get dressed," he ordered. "I'm going to want you again when I get back."

Emma said nothing as she watched him leave. She could still feel an echo of him between her legs; she was sticky from his seed. She found a washcloth and basin in the corner; she used it to clean herself up a little. She didn't want to do too thorough of a job; the night was just getting started. She knew all too well how the sight of her freshly fucked sex drove her husbands' crazy. Instead, she stretched out on the bunk, letting her audience get an eyeful. That would drive them crazy too.

Killian watched his wife through the video feed; she was relishing the attention. She was a beautiful woman; Killian couldn't blame anyone who wanted to look at her. They could look, but only he and Liam got to touch. Watching her with Liam was always a treat; he loved watching her in her element. For that hour, he was like everyone else on the other side of the glass. Watching his own wife. And god, she was glorious.

But now? It was his turn.

He took several deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down. Watching her never failed to make him hard. He had to adjust his tight pants before he stepped into the room. When he opened the door, Emma sat up, a seductive smile on her lips. It quickly fell. "Oh. It's you."

Killian knew his role, so he wasn't offended. "Sorry to disappoint, lass."

She didn't bother to cover herself as she stood up. "Where's the Captain?"

"We're navigating an unfamiliar coast; he wanted to do it himself. He sent me to tend you."

Emma's brow arched. "Tend me? How?"

Killian swallowed; she was only a foot away now. She looked incredible in the corset—and nothing else. Well, nothing save the anchor pendant that hung from her throat. "See to your needs," he muttered.

Emma laughed. "You're his brother, right?"

"Aye, I have that honor."

Emma looked him over; he was in an outfit similar to Liam's except he wore a high collared black velvet vest. She wet her lips. "Somehow, I doubt your brother sent you here to 'tend my needs,'" she said, stepping even closer. She grinned when his eyes dropped to her bare cunt.

"And…why is that?"

"You don't strike me as the naïve type, Jones."

"That's Lieutenant Jones," he snapped.

"Lieutenant Jones." She stood up on her toes, her lips to his ear. "I know you've heard us, Lieutenant. Have stood just outside the door while your brother fucks me every night?"

Killian stepped back, his blood rushing south. "My brother wouldn't, he would never…"

Emma yanked on his wrist. "He left me like this. Naked. Well, almost naked," she said, gesturing toward the corset. "He made me beg for his cock. We fucked right on the desk." She gestured all over the room. "We've fucked all over this room. He seduced me weeks ago, Lieutenant. And I liked it. I still like it. Every time he comes in here, I know what's going to happen. He's going to strip me naked, spread my legs and take what he wants. And I let him."

"Why?" Killian croaked.

"Because it feels good," she purred. "I love it when he orders me around. I get on my knees for him and suck his cock. He bends me over the desk and spanks me before giving me his cock. He feels so good inside me, long and thick, filling me to the brim." She pressed her hand against his crotch. "Oh my."

Killian swallowed, his hips instinctively rocking into her touch. "Princess…"

"Do you want to know what it feels like, Lieutenant?" she asked, palming the bulge in his pants. "To have my lips wrapped around you, sucking you? Or do you want to claim me for your own? Make me come all over your cock?" She smirked at him. "If you can, of course. Shall we see if you're anything like your brother?"

Killian groaned, balling his fists as she stroked him. He hadn't expected her to be so aggressive and fuck, it turned him on. "I can't," he breathed. "You're…his."

"He doesn't have to know," she purred. "This can be our little secret." Carefully, she dropped to her knees. She rubbed her cheek over his clothed bulge; he was painfully hard, just the way she liked him. "You feel big. I like big. Feels so good inside me." His breathing was shallow; he gripped the desk for support. Emma took that as a good sign. He made no move to stop her as she whipped open his belt and eased the leather over his hips. His cock stood at attention, red and swollen, begging for her mouth. "Tell me you want this," she murmured, running her fingertip along his considerable length.

Killian's heart hammered and he panted for air. "Yes." It came out clipped, choked, but he needed her to touch him. Emma needed no more prompting, running the flat of her tongue along the underside of his erection. Killian groaned, his head falling back. She licked and kissed and nibbled him from root to tip, worshiping his cock. Killian wasn't quiet, gasping and moaning as she drove him insane with lust. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted, her pink lips wrapped tightly round him. He had one hand in her hair, his fingers tugging every time she brought him to the edge. "So fucking good, Princess."

Emma hummed, her free hand sliding between her thighs. She moaned around him as she started to finger her dripping cunt. Killian jerked, thrusting deeper down her throat. When he realized what she was doing, he nearly came on the spot. He wrenched himself away from her, his balls aching. "Jesus fucking Christ."

Emma didn't stop, easing two fingers into her needy sex. "Can't handle it, Lieutenant?" she breathed, grinding against her hand.

"Do you enjoy playing with fire, Princess?"

"Are you gonna fuck me, Lieutenant? Are you gonna make me forget how it feels to have your brother inside me?"

Killian growled dangerously and dropped to his knees. He removed her fingers from her sex and replaced them with his longer, thicker digits. Emma gasped, grabbing his shoulders for support. "Not one more word about my brother," he snarled, pumping his hand in and out of her slick channel. Emma moaned, grinding faster into his touch. "You're a needy, wanton thing, aren't you, Princess?"

"Oh god," she panted, his fingers curling inside her perfectly. "Oh god."

"Do you want to come, Your Highness?"

She nodded hard. "Yes! Yes, please!"

Rather than give her what she needed, he pulled his hand away. Emma cried out in complaint, only to be shown his wet fingers. Without hesitation, she leaned forward and started licking her own juices from his skin. She sucked them clean, hoping for a reward. Killian didn't disappoint her. "Get up on the bunk and spread your legs," he demanded. "Don't touch yourself."

Emma hastened to obey, moaning softly as the cool air of the room hit her swollen sensitive flesh. He made her watch as he stripped, revealing his hard body. Emma moaned softly, desperate to feel him against her once more. They'd just had sex the night before, but she could never get enough of her boys. She licked her lips as he approached, his cock in his hand. "You're dripping," he observed. "All for me?"

She nodded hard. "Yes. All for you."

"Liam could hang us both for this," he warned, mounting the end of the bunk.

Emma reached for him. "Don't care. Need you, need your cock," she replied. "Make me yours."

Killian aligned himself with her entrance and leaned forward. Emma gasped and arched as he filled her inch by glorious inch. Both Jones brothers were well endowed; Emma reveled in the fact that she could take it. All ten inches. Killian was slightly bigger around; she was so wet that she took him easily. She saw him hovering above her; she pulled him down for a hungry kiss. "You feel so fucking good," she breathed in his ear. "So deep inside me. Now fuck me, pirate."

Killian growled, his hips rearing back. This time he slammed home hard and Emma screamed. Like Liam before him, he wasn't gentle, riding her with abandon, his balls slapping against her ass. Emma hitched her legs up behind his head, causing him to bottom out completely. Emma was keenly aware of the eyes watching them; she reveled in it. "Harder," she breathed. "I wanna feel you come inside me."

Killian groaned, his hips stuttering. He unlocked her ankles and sat up. He grabbed the pillow that was under her head and shoved it under her ass. Emma mewled in complaint as his cock slipped out, but then he spread her wide and sank back in. She gasped and arched, reaching for him. He caught her hand in his, anchoring her as he rode her roughly. Skin slapped together; incoherent sounds tumbled from her lips. He found her clit with his free hand and rubbed it roughly in time with his forceful thrusts. Emma's orgasm washed over her like a freight train, her whole body spasming. "Fuuuuuuck!"

Killian didn't try to hold on; he followed quickly, her fluttering walls milking him dry. He cried out, grunting as he filled her with his seed. He tingled all over, his lover perfect and pliant under him. Emma reached for him, dragging his mouth to hers. They traded soft sensual kisses, neither wanting the moment to end. Killian could see the love in her eyes; he smiled. "You are magnificent, Princess." I love you.

"So are you, Lieutenant." I love you too.

Killian didn't want to leave her, but they both needed some rest before the rest of Emma's fantasy played itself out. He kissed her again deeply, then he forced himself up. Emma stretched out lazily in the bunk, rolling on her side as she watched him dress. "Will I see you again?" she asked as he got to the door.

"Count on it, lass."

Emma smiled to herself. She ached in all the right places; she was excited for what the rest of the night brought. Until then, she had at least an hour to rest and prepare. They'd planned this out very carefully, so they didn't overwhelm her. Emma went and got herself cleaned up, then she slithered back into her dress. She couldn't tie the laces herself, but she managed to get them tight enough that the dress stayed up. For now. She checked the little cabinet in the corner for their supplies; they would probably need them later. After that, all she could do was wait. Wait for them to come to her.

Emma curled up on the bunk once more; she quickly dropped off into a light slumber.

"Still sleeping?" Liam asked, nodding toward the screen.

"Aye," Killian replied. "She looks peaceful."

"That is a lovely dress," he observed, looking fondly at his wife.

"I didn't get to see it before."

"Good thing you go in first then, isn't it?"

Killian chuckled. "Next time I'm outranking you, brother."

"I'm older, that would make no sense." Liam looked at Emma on the screen. "You know she doesn't care about that."

Yes, Killian knew. Emma loved both Jones boys the same. Her greatest fear was being made to choose between them; he and Liam made sure that never happened. Liam struggled with it more than Killian did; aside from Emma, Liam was the person he loved most in the world. It never seemed strange to share her with his brother. They just seemed to fit together, three sides of a triangle.

Emma had been through a lot recently; her body was healed, but Killian knew from experience that it would take her mind longer. The terrorist attack was almost a year ago, but Killian still had nightmares about it. Not often, but each one was terrifying. It was unlikely any of them would be 100% okay ever again. But, as long as they had each other, they could build a happy life. They already had.

"I think it's time to wake up the sleeping princess, don't you?"

"Go ahead. I want to enjoy the show for a bit."

Killian stood and straightened his costume. He didn't bother knocking on the door; he pushed it open and shut it behind him. Emma had become a light sleeper of late; she stirred the moment the door closed. "Miss me, Lieutenant?" she asked, swinging her legs over the edge of the bunk.

Killian crossed the room in three strides and captured her lips in a kiss. She melted against him, her fingers curling into his vest. He ran his hands over her gown, making her shiver. "That a yes?"

"What have you done to me?" he murmured, his lips sliding along her jaw.

"How long do we have?"

"Not long enough." He scooped her up and carried her to the lone chair. He settled her in his lap, straddling him. She kissed him, long and slow, no longer the seductress, but a woman who missed the man holding her. In her head, the princess had come to need both brothers, just as Emma had herself. It was only a matter of time before the fearsome captain realized his brother had also made a claim on the princess.

"Fuck, I've missed you," Killian murmured, ducking to kiss the swells of her breasts.

"Me too." She carded her fingers through his dark hair, shivering as his hands skimmed up her thighs.

"Liam not satisfying you, lass?"

Emma's core throbbed; she knew she'd have them both soon. "Do the screams coming from this cabin sound like I'm not satisfied?" When she heard her lover growl, she laughed. "Don't tell me you haven't listened to us fucking," she purred in his ear. "I can almost feel you on the other side of the door. Does it make you hard? Does it make you want to storm in here and claim my mouth? Or maybe my ass?" Killian groaned. Emma could feel him getting hard between her legs. "Hmmm, you want to fuck my ass, don't you, Lieutenant?"

Killian's hands slid over her hips, grabbing both globes firmly. "Is that what you want, you dirty minx?" he breathed. "You want fucked in the ass?"

Emma squirmed as he kneaded her ass. "God yes."

Killian slipped his finger between her legs, gathering some moisture from her slick cunt. He brought it to her rear entrance, circling the tight ring of muscle. Emma moaned and leaned forward, giving him better access. "Hmm, that's my naughty princess. So eager for fucking."

Emma's breathing came in short sharp pants as Killian steadily fingered her ass. He soaked his fingers in her juices then returned to his task, slowly inserting one finger then a second. Emma was well versed in anal sex; she welcomed the intrusion. They kissed lazily as she rode his fingers, the pressure coiling tighter in her belly. "Feels so good," she breathed, "Oh my god."

"Get your dress down," Killian ordered. "Touch yourself. I want to make you come like this."

Emma hastened to obey, but her shaking fingers fumbled with the laces. Eventually, she got the bodice down and eased her breasts from the corset. Each nipple was pebbled and hard; she plucked on them, pulling and twisting, sending jolts of lust to her core. "Oh. Oh fuck. Oh fuck," she panted, riding the fingers in her ass. "I'm gonna…oh my god…I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come!"

Killian muffled her scream of pleasure with a kiss, still trying to play the game. She rode his fingers until she was spent, her head resting on his shoulder. Killian tenderly kissed her temple, whispering praise in her ear. "Such a good girl. My good girl."

"Hmm, yours," she whispered back. Their lips met in a slow kiss; her fingers slipped between them to loosen his vest. "Stay."

"Love, we shouldn't…"

"Stay," she repeated, bringing his hands up to cup her breasts. "Stay with me."

Even if it hadn't been part of the game, Killian could deny his gorgeous wife nothing. Together, they shucked his vest and shirt; Emma stood to shimmy out of the dress. She let Killian peel her out of the corset, leaving her nude for the first time. She carried a few more faint scars than the last time they'd been here, but she wasn't ashamed. Killian drew her between his spread legs, his hands cradling her ass while he teased her nipples with his mouth. She sighed with pleasure and leaned her head back as heat pooled in her core once more. "You're so beautiful, Princess," Killian murmured into her belly.

She ducked to kiss him then got on her knees. She tugged off his boots one at the time, then she smoothed her hands over the tight leather that covered his legs. Her eyes never left his as they worked his trousers off. Killian groaned as her small hand curled around his cock, stroking just the way he liked it. "Fucking hell."

"I've wanted this," she confessed, licking the bead of precum from the glistening tip of his cock. "Need this so much." She wrapped her lips around him, suckling on the belled head. Killian moaned, his hips jerking. He fisted some of her golden hair, needing that anchor as she tormented him with her warm wet mouth.

Liam groaned in the next room, watching avidly on the small screen. Some would wonder why he wasn't jealous of such a thing, but he'd long since left such petty things behind. Emma belonged to both brothers; they would do anything to make her happy. Including this. Especially this. She was a goddess; all they could do was worship her.

It was time to complete this little fantasy scenario she'd concocted.

Liam rose and adjusted himself. Once he was fully in control, he went to the door and twisted the knob.

Emma heard the door open, but she didn't stop. Her head bobbed at a steady pace, her tongue swirling around her husband's hard cock. "Well, this is unexpected."

Killian's head snapped up as he recognized his brother's voice. "Liam, this isn't what…"

Liam laughed mirthlessly. "Isn't what, brother? Because it looks like you've got my princess's mouth on your cock."

Excitement skittered down Emma's spine; this was going better than she could have imagined. She increased her pace, her mouth making downright obscene sounds as she sucked Killian's cock. Killian hissed and groaned, bucking into her mouth. "Fuck, lass."

Liam marched forward and grabbed Emma's hair, pulling her off roughly. "How long?" he demanded.

Emma jutted her chin out in defiance. "Why do you care? I'm nothing but a prisoner, Captain."

"You're my prisoner, Princess." Liam knelt to her level, fixing her with a hard stare. "Has he fucked you? Did you let him have your cunt?"

"Worried he's better than you?"

Liam's eyes grew stormy, in that dangerous way she loved. "I should flog you for this."

"Or," she replied, leaning forward and caressing his chest, "you could find another way to teach me a lesson. I seduced your brother, Captain. I deserve to be…punished." Her hand found her way to his crotch; she could feel how aroused he was watching her and Killian. "There's no reason we can't come to some sort of…arrangement."

Liam bit back a groan. "Fuck…"

Emma placed her lips next to his ear. "You've already defiled me, Captain. Over and over and over. If I ever went home, I'd be nothing. But I could stay here. You could have me whenever you wish. You and your brother. You could share me. Make me scream for you. Make me beg. I'd be your plaything." She glanced at Killian; he moved, kneeling beside Liam. She took him into her other hand and moved slightly so they could both hear her. "You both feel so good inside me. I love for the days you come to me, one after the other, needing me. I fall asleep with your cum inside me, sore and used and sated. I want to know how it would feel to have you together. God, it's all I can think about."

The brothers both groaned. "Bloody insatiable minx." Liam stood abruptly; for a moment, Emma wondered if she'd gone too far. But he was yanking off his clothes. "Go back where you were," he barked. When she looked confused, he clarified. "Suck my brother's cock, Princess."

That was an order she would happily obey. Killian settled back on his haunches as Emma approached. She gave him a grin before kissing the tip of his erection. Slowly, she took him back into her mouth, running her tongue over his length. Killian groaned softly, sinking his fingers back into her hair. Liam disrobed quickly before moving behind Emma. She felt his fingers between her legs; she moaned.

"So fucking wet," Liam growled. "Sucking cock makes you so fucking wet, Princess."

She released Killian with a pop, grinding her hips into Liam's touch. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Fuck me. Give me your cock, Captain."

"That's my dirty girl." He grabbed her hips and impaled her on his rock hard cock. Emma cried out, arching. "I didn't tell you to stop sucking him, lass. Now be a good girl for us and do as you're told."

Emma wasn't in any mood to fight him. She craved this too badly. She took Killian back into her mouth, sucking him in time with Liam's thrusts. She rocked between them, one in front, one behind, craving the way they used her body for their pleasure. She couldn't see the windows, but she knew they were being watched. People were just on the other side of the wall, watching her husbands claim her body for their own.

She couldn't get enough.

Liam squeezed her ass as he rocked into her over and over. She felt amazing; she was completely drenched, leaving his cock glistening every time he withdrew. "You're just loving this, aren't you?" he growled. "Christ, you feel good."

Emma released Killian for a moment so she could breathe; she rocked back onto Liam, needing to feel as much of him as she could. "So good," she breathed.

"And yet, you took my brother as well," Liam snapped, bucking into her.

"I'm not…sorry," she gasped, running her tongue over Killian's length. "It feels too good."

"Hmm, I think I've thought of the perfect punishment, lass."

Emma whined in complaint as Liam left her, but she knew whatever he had planned would be worth it. She continued worshiping Killian's cock slowly as Liam went to the cabinet. He extracted two scarves and a short flogger. His eyes were stormy when he returned. "Get up."

Emma stood on trembling legs. Liam reached for her hands, looping one of the scarves around her wrists and tying it off. It was just tight enough that she couldn't undo it on her own, just the way she liked it. Liam then tied the other scarf around her eyes, leaving her blind. She felt his lips next to her ear. "We're going to give you a little test, Princess. We're going to bend you over this desk and fuck you. You'll have to guess which one of us it is. Wrong answers earn a flogging. Is that clear?"

"What if I guess right?" She was confident in her ability to tell them apart, but she was also eager to feel the sting of the flogger on her ass. She'd used one on them, but they'd never used one on her.

"Guess correctly and you may get your heart's desire." He grabbed her ass and squeezed. "No one's claimed you here, have they?"

"Your brother…fingered my ass, Captain."

"Did he now?" Liam chuckled. "Next time it will be my cock. Is that clear, Princess?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Now bend over the desk."

Emma fumbled for it a little, but strong hands guided her. Killian, she thought. Rough calloused palms ran over her bare skin; she shivered. Her lovers were silent as they touched her; she didn't bother to hide the needy mewls that tumbled from her lips. Fingers stroked her slick sex, then slid up between her cheeks. She moaned as the pressure increased; each touch seemed to go straight to her aching clit. "Please," she panted breathlessly. "Please fuck me. Please!"

Liam nodded to Killian who lined himself up. She was soaked, legs spread; she was gorgeous like this. Killian slid home with a muffled groan; he didn't want to give the game away too fast. Emma gasped at the sudden intrusion, her fingers curling around the edge of the desk. Her lover rocked into her a half dozen times before pulling out. She opened her mouth to guess, but a cock filled her again before she could speak. It seemed they wanted to confuse her before making her guess. Which was alright with her. She loved when they shared her like this. Bound and blindfolded, she was completely theirs. They were nearly the same size, ten long inches; she was a quivering ball of need after the fifth or sixth switch.

"Oh god," she breathed. "Oh my god."

"Next time," Liam growled. "The game really begins."

"Y-y-yes, sir." This was what they'd talked about a few days ago, when they'd stumbled into phone sex because she was needy and horny. She was ready.

The tip of a cock rubbed along her slit for a moment before pushing inside. Emma moaned as it filled her; she was pretty sure it was Liam. She let him rock into her a few times before finding her speech. She was determined to earn that flogging. They'd been unable to indulge in some of their rougher play while she was recovering from the accident, but she was ready. She'd been yearning for a good spanking for ages. One where she could let go and blissfully float away. "Killian?"

"Not this time, Princess." Liam withdrew and reached for the flogger. "We'll start with five. Every time you get it wrong, we add one. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir." Emma sucked in a breath, trying to brace herself for the crack. Leather snapped against her bare skin; she screamed. The sting was intense, but it wasn't too much. The flogger struck her again in a slightly different place; Emma moaned loudly. It continued until her set was finished; her ass was hot to the touch. She barely got a chance to breathe before another cock filled her. Emma jerked, instinctively spreading her legs wider. This time she knew it was Killian, but she guessed wrong anyway. She craved more of the sting of the flogger.

Killian took the instrument from his brother, positioning himself on her other side. His cock twitched at how red her ass was already, but she'd been begging for this for weeks. She took every swipe of leather without complaint, mewling and moaning. She was getting wetter; she thrived on this. "Look at her, brother. She's getting off on this."

"Aye, she is." Liam knew she would. Their Emma had never really shied away from a little pain; Liam now understood first hand the pleasure a good spanking could bring.

Emma was already on the edge of floating, but they continued to play the game. One brother would take her, she'd try to guess, then she'd get the sweet kiss of the flogger. She did guess correctly a couple of times, just to keep things interesting. When she did, they'd return to touching her, gently prepping her ass with wet fingers. She climaxed once with Liam's fingers buried in her ass; that earned her a special session with the flogger. She sobbed in pleasure, her lower back, ass and cunt radiating heat. "Thank you, Captain," she breathed. "I'm such a bad girl. A bad girl."

"What do you think, brother?" Liam asked. "Has she earned her reward?"

Killian was so aroused it was almost physically painful. He wanted to get lost in her so badly. "Aye, I think she's more than earned it."

"I couldn't agree more." He bent down over the desk; Emma's eyes were closed, but she was whimpering. "Do you remember what I told you, Princess?"

She could barely remember her own name; she floated along in bliss. Liam's hand slid down her back, coming to rest lightly on her stinging ass. "Oh," she breathed.

"Hmm, there's my naughty lass. We're gonna make you feel so good, Princess. No one else touches you. Just us."

Emma hummed as his lips touched hers; she moaned softly as Liam rolled her onto her side. The desk had to be reinforced; it shouldn't have held their combined weight, but it did. He plied her with deep wet kisses while Killian found some lube in the cabinet. She twitched in Liam's arms as the cold fluid touched her heated flesh, but she relaxed as Killian kept touching her. Liam pulled her atop him and slid into her cunt, rocking into her slowly as Killian prepped her ass with two fingers. Emma moaned; she couldn't help it.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good."

"It'll feel even better soon." Liam didn't care much about their roles anymore; he just wanted her. This night would wear them all out, but it was so worth it to see the bliss on his wife's face.

"Promise?" Emma purred in ear.

"Saucy minx." He ignored her whine of complaint as he lifted her off his lap. "Take her, brother."

Killian did as his brother asked, stretching out on the desk and taking Emma in his arms. She kissed him deeply, rocking her needy sex along the ridge of his cock. "Fucking hell, love," he groaned, grabbing the still hot flesh of her ass. Emma hissed; for a moment, Killian thought he'd hurt her. But she just ground against him faster, more of her arousal coating his cock.

"Please," she breathed. "Need you in me. Please."

Killian pushed up until they were perched on the edge of the desk, Emma in his lap. She cupped his cheeks and kissed him reverently as he angled her hips so he could slide inside her sheath. Her soft mewl of pleasure was the perfect sound. She rolled her hips slowly, her eyes on his, green clashing with blue. Knowing people were watching fueled her desire; she sank her fingers into Killian's hair and held on as she rode him. He ducked his head, suckling at her breast, while his hands slid up her back.

Liam gave them a few minutes; he didn't want to be too greedy. But Emma beckoned him with a hand; Liam pressed himself against her back, his lips on her neck. "Ready, lass?"

She nodded fervently. "Very ready."

Liam found the lube and coated himself liberally. Then he teased her rear entrance with a bit more. Emma moaned softly; the stimulation felt good with Killian already inside her. She almost whined when he removed his hand, but it was quickly replaced with his aching cock. Emma stilled, clinging to Killian's broad shoulders as Liam pushed inside. The burn and stretch were familiar and welcome; she moaned loudly. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," she chanted, biting down on her lip. "Fuck."

"So fucking tight like this," Liam breathed, holding her hips. "So good, love."

Killian found her lips, distracting her with a heated kiss. "Move, darling," he pleaded softly. "Nice and slow."

She wasn't used to being in control when they double teamed her like this. She usually held on for the ride. But the way she was perched in Killian's lap gave her a bit more freedom. So, she used it. She dragged one of Liam's hands to her breast, encouraging him to fondle her as she writhed between them. Killian sucked the other straining nipple, leaving her gasping as her core throbbed. They gradually found a rhythm; Emma pressed Killian to the desk so she could ride them better. It was a heady feeling, controlling their pleasure like this. She was full, stuffed to the brim with a pair of hard throbbing cocks—and she loved every second of it.

She threw her head back, rocking faster, harder, taking them as deep as she could. "Feel so fucking amazing," she panted. The only sounds were their ragged breathing and slapping skin; she hoped their audience was enjoying the show as much as she was participating.

Liam rested his hands on her shoulders, thrusting forward every time she rocked back. His orgasm tingled at the base of his spine; he wouldn't last much longer. "Close," he growled. "So fucking close."

Emma reached between her legs, seeking her swollen clit. A few flicks already had her quivering in their arms. "Come," she panted, her other hand braced in Killian's chest. "Fuck, I need you to come inside me!"

Liam let go first, her tight warmth too much. He grunted as the orgasm washed over him, his cock twitching inside her ass. Emma mewled, riding them harder, faster. Killian followed his brother not long after, her name on his lips. His orgasm finally triggered Emma's, her body wracked with hard spasms. She came so hard she blacked out; the next thing she knew she was sprawled over Killian's warm chest.

"Hmm, there she is," her husband murmured as she raised her head.

"Sorry."

He kissed her sweaty brow. "That was pretty intense, love."

"Is the show over?"

"Aye, it's over."

"Here, let me take her." Liam lifted her up and into his arms; Emma clung to his neck as he carried her into the aftercare room. It was good because Emma felt weak as a kitten after all that. Liam got her cleaned up, then he laid her in the center of the huge bed.

"Stay," she whined, reaching for him.

"Back in a tick, sweetheart."

Emma drifted in and out of sleep while her boys gathered their things and closed off the playroom. She woke briefly as they finally joined her in bed. After marathon sex, Emma craved cuddles. Killian slid in behind her back, Liam in front. She sighed happily as they pressed their lips to her skin.

"I thought you'd be asleep by now," Killian murmured softly.

"I was waiting for my husbands to join me."

"We're here now," Liam replied, his hand on her hip. "Sleep."

"We'll look after you, darling," Killian added. "In the morning, you'll have a nice hot bath."

"Hmmm, that sounds amazing."

"Love you, Emma."

"Love you guys, too."

Emma stared her book, not really reading it. She'd skimmed over the last paragraph six times; it wasn't sinking in. Beside her, Liam was asleep. Killian sat across from her, his laptop open. He seemed to be having better luck in the reading department. His eyes were skimming the screen; he looked pretty intense.

"Whatcha reading?"

Killian glanced up, a slight flush to his cheeks. "Nothing important. How's your book?"

"I don't know. I can't focus."

Killian shut the laptop and laid it in the seat beside him. "Come 'ere, love."

Liam was out cold; Emma stood as quietly as she could and eased into Killian's lap. He wrapped his arms around her, sighing as she pressed her forehead to his. "This is certainly better than any book," Killian teased softly.

"I keep thinking about Clara."

"She's not worth your time, Emma."

"I know, but I can't help but wonder. Can she really be so callous as to bring a child into the world like this? If Nottingham is the father…that kid's gonna be severely screwed up."

"That's an understatement."

"But why? I know what it feels like to grow up unwanted and unloved, Killian. It sucks."

Killian rubbed her back, angry on her behalf all over again. If she ever decided she wanted to discover her family roots, Killian would have some serious words with the parents who abandoned her. "I've never met him, but her father seems like a non-deranged chap. He might knock some sense into her. Or Nottingham might."

"Do you think he knows?"

Killian shook his head. "Not a chance. I'm still not convinced she won't try to say the brat is Liam's."

"Me too. We can't let that happen."

"Then perhaps that's our play. We just tell that bastard the truth. Let them destroy each other."

"That sounds so…simple."

"We're due for a break, don't you think? Getting Clara out of our hair will let us focus on other things."

Emma sighed. "Like Neal."

"I was going to say planning our trip to Rio with our friends, but that works too."

Emma groaned. "I completely forgot about that. Doesn't Mary Margaret have qualifications soon?"

"Six weeks, I think David said. They'll have to fly back to the States."

"I hope she doesn't mind if we stay home. I don't want to go back."

"That's understandable."

"I know we will for Neal's trial, but…"

Killian kissed her lips gently. "We won't do anything you don't want. We've pretty much exhausted our leave anyway."

"I'm sorry."

Killian squeezed her waist. "Nonsense." He paused, thinking. "Do you want to know a secret?"

"Sure."

"I'm thinking about resigning."

"From the Navy? Killian, that's your whole life!"

"You're my life," he corrected. "And look how we've been treated since you came to London! They've been horrible to you. They're dragging their feet on Liam's trial. I can't even do my job because they think I can't be objective."

"Because of me."

"They're preparing a report," Killian confided. "Thanks to the information you've been able to provide, the government feels confident enough to actually accuse the Russians formally."

"Wow," Emma replied, her eyes wide. "That's huge."

"Aye. Anderson thinks it might be a good idea for us to get away for a while."

"Killian, I haven't gone back to work yet! We just spent quite a bit of our savings on the house! You just said you don't have any more leave!"

"I'm not happy, Emma." Before she could argue. "I'm not talking about us. Being married to you is a dream come true." He kissed her quickly. "But my naval career doesn't feel like the right fit anymore. And if I'm being honest, it hasn't for some time. I want to do something important, make a difference, you know?"

"You make a difference to me."

Killian flushed, touched by her faith in him. "Thanks, love."

Emma combed her fingers through his hair. "What would you do? Have you thought about it?"

"A little. Nothing's jumped out at me so far. I've trained my whole adult life for one thing, you know?"

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I just feel like all this is my fault. Yes, I know it's not." She leaned her forehead against his. "But your entire lives and careers have been upended by being with me. None of this would be happening if we weren't together."

Killian took her hand in his. "Perhaps not," he conceded. "Speaking for myself, I don't regret a single thing. Even if I could have known the future, I would still choose you, Emma. A job is just a job. I can find another vocation. I can't find another Emma Swan. I love you so much."

Her throat tightened and tears stung her eyes. "I love you too, Killian. More than I can say."

She was still in his lap whispering quietly with her husband when Liam woke up. "What time is it?"

"Nearly seven. We should be arriving soon."

"How'd you get way over there?"

Emma smiled. "Miss me?"

"Always."

Emma brushed her lips across Killian's cheek before she returned to her own seat. She leaned over and touched her lips to Liam's. "Sleep well?"

"As well as one can in such diabolical seats, lass."

Emma and Killian chuckled. She glanced at Killian. "Do you want to tell him?" They'd talked about Killian's proposed job change for more than an hour; she never tried to talk him out of it. He was a grown up and could make his own choice. As he described how unhappy he was, her heart broke for him. Killian deserved to do something that made him feel valued. He was certainly valued to her. He'd been her rock through everything. Even in the early days of their relationship, Liam was the one who often needed to storm off to cool down. While Killian could certainly get angry, he never ran from anything. He faced things head on. Emma admired that about him. He was the glue that held them together. She loved him so much for that.

"Tell me what?"

Killian scratched awkwardly behind his ear. "Just something I've been thinking about for a while."

"What?"

Killian braced himself for Liam's reaction. "Well, I'm considering…resigning from the Navy, Liam."

Liam blinked, stunned. "Resigning? But why?"

"It's not really a secret that I've not been happy in my current assignment." Killian leaned forward. "I feel bloody useless. The one worthwhile thing I've done with the Intelligence unit got taken away."

"Because of New York," Liam argued. "That's not your fault, Killian. You had no way to know that Emma's ex was involved."

"Maybe. But I was dissatisfied before that. So were you," Killian observed quietly. Liam hated his new posting at first. It took him away from home; it would again if he stayed. That wasn't Killian's choice to make, but he didn't see a reason to be loyal to an organization that had made their lives miserable. It was unlikely they'd be promoted again; the Navy couldn't have refused to promote them in the aftermath of the explosion. They were all over the news; people called them heroes. Perhaps Killian was being cynical, but he'd seen little to change his opinion.

Liam sighed. "Have you thought about this? I mean, really thought about it?"

"Of course, I have," Killian snapped. "I've been thinking of little else. Not all of us have psycho exes, brother." Liam winced. "Sorry. That was uncalled for."

Liam held up his hand. "No, I deserved that." Had his brother been dealing with this all this time and never said anything? Liam felt like a first class wanker. He'd promised Killian he'd do better.

"Neither of you have an ex that caused an international incident," Emma pointed out.

"Emma…"

"We've been distracted," Emma said firmly, reaching for Killian's hand. "You've been considering something huge and we missed it. I'm sorry too."

"I wasn't going to even mention it until I had something in mind," Killian confessed. "I know this is a bad time." Their finances weren't in terrible shape. He'd already served long enough to get a modest pension.

"Killian, if you're not happy, then you deserve to do something that does make you happy." Emma reached across for his hand. "What I do…it just kinda fell in my lap. I started catching skips because I wanted to get back at people like Neal. But that didn't make me happy. When I came here, it changed into something different. I actually help people now. So, I totally get it. Whatever you want to do, I support you."

"I do too," Liam said. He didn't want to admit it, but he understood a bit how Killian felt. There were days he hated his job too. It could take him away from his family at any time. He felt compelled to stay, but he wasn't sure how long that would last. Once the threat from Clara was gone, did he have a reason to stay? He wasn't sure and that scared him. But this wasn't about him. It was about Killian. "And I wouldn't say it's a bad time. You should do whatever you feel is right, Killian."

"I'm not even sure what I would do," Killian sighed. "I think I want to have a better idea what I'm looking for before making any rash choices."

"If you want any help or just want to bounce ideas around, we're here for you, okay?"

"I know, Emma. I appreciate that."

An announcement came over the speakers, letting them know that they'd be arriving shortly. The trio moved around their little cabin collecting their belongings. Emma switched her phone on as they exited the train; she had over a dozen voicemails and texts. Liam went to get them a cab; Emma scrolled through the messages. A couple were from Ruby, but the rest were from David. She listened to the first voicemail, holding her free hand to her ear so she could hear it.

"Emma, it's David. I know you've all gone to Paris for the weekend, but I know you'd want to know. Mary Margaret had an accident. We're at the hospital now. Call me."

Worried for her friend, Emma listed to the other messages. All were David sounding more and more frantic. She tugged on Killian's arm. "Killian, Mary Margaret had an accident."

"What? How? When?"

"David didn't say. He just said they were at the hospital. He sounds pretty shaken up."

Liam appeared. "What's going on?"

"Mary Margaret had an accident."

"Is she okay?"

"I'm trying to call David. Hold on." David's phone rang a dozen times before he answered.

"Emma, thank god."

"Sorry, we took a late train. David, is she okay? What happened?" Worry churned in her gut; aside from the Jones brothers, Mary Margaret was Emma's best friend. She welcomed Emma into their friend circle with open arms; she'd asked Emma to be in her wedding! She had to be alright.

"She was training. The horse threw her. That never happens!"

"Is she okay?"

"She was knocked out. Her helmet flew off when she hit the jumping post. They're still doing tests, trying to figure out if she has any brain damage." David's voice cracked. "I can't lose her, Emma. I can't."

"Everything's going to be okay. We're on our way. Have you called Regina? Has anyone told you anything?"

"I'm not her immediate family yet, so no."

"Call Regina. She can threaten to sue if no one talks to you. Have you called her parents?"

"They're already on a plane."

"Just hang tight. We're coming." Liam and Killian looked at her expectantly. "She was training and got thrown from her horse. They're doing tests because she's still unconscious."

"I'll have the cab rerouted to the hospital," Liam said.

"Thanks."

Killian wrapped his arms around Emma. "She's going to be okay, sweetheart. You'll see."

"I hope so."

The cab pulled up a few moments later; the boys loaded their bags into the back. Emma tapped her fingers nervously on her knees the whole ride to the hospital, worried for her friend. Were they cursed? So many awful things had happened; now, it seemed their bad karma was dragging their friends along for the ride.

Traffic was blessedly light for a holiday; they arrived at the hospital forty-five minutes later. Emma didn't wait for their bags; she hurried inside to find David. He was in the waiting room on the fifth floor; he had his head in his hands. "David?"

His head shot up; his eyes were red rimmed and bloodshot. "Emma." He stood and hugged her. She hugged him back; she could feel how tense and worried he was. "It's been over three hours."

"We're gonna get you some answers." She linked her arm through his and guided him to the closest nurses' station. "Um, hi. We're looking for some information on a patient? Mary Margaret Blanchard?"

"Are you family?"

"This is her fiancé," she said, gesturing to David. "Doesn't he have a right to know how she is?"

"I'll see what I can do." The nurse didn't look overly impressed or sympathetic, but she did look up the status in her computer. "She's still having tests. I'm afraid I can't tell you any more than that."

It wasn't a lot, but Emma knew Regina would be here soon. She was good at scaring the shit out of people. It was her superpower. Liam and Killian arrived as they returned to the hard plastic chairs. "Any word?"

"Tests is all they'll say."

"That's bullshit."

"Tell me about it." Before the trio got married, they'd taken legal steps to avoid just this scenario. Those first few hours after the attack on Whitehall were still largely a blur for Emma as she waited for news of her boys' condition. She knew exactly what David was going through.

David hugged each of the Jones brothers. "Thanks for coming. I called Victor, but he's in the middle of a shift."

"It's no trouble, mate."

No one knew what to say after that; they simply waited. Regina and Robin showed up roughly a half hour later. Emma was mildly surprised to see them together; she wasn't aware they'd been spending time together. Regina went up to the desk after David explained what was going on. She wasn't even dressed in her usual power suit, but it didn't seem to matter. When Regina returned, she was pleased. "The doctor's on her way."

"Really?" David said. "What'd you do?"

"Might be best if you don't know."

David held up his hands. "Fair enough."

True to Regina's prediction, a woman in a white coat appeared. "David Nolan?"

"That's me." David stood.

The doctor looked at the others. "We can talk somewhere more private…"

"These people are family," he said firmly. "Just tell us. Is Mary Margaret going to be alright?"

The doctor slid her hands into her lab coat. "She suffered a significant injury to her brain. But the good news is the swelling is going down. Slowly, but it's progress. She suffered a few more contusions and scrapes, but those should heal."

David sighed with relief. "When can I see her?"

"I'll have them notify you once she's been moved into a private room. But you should know that the head injury wasn't the only reason we were cautious."

"I don't understand."

"I am very sorry to have to tell you this, but your fiancé suffered a miscarriage, Mr. Nolan."

David blinked. "A miscarriage. No, there must be some mistake…"

"I've been doing this a long time, Mr. Nolan. Ms. Blanchard was pregnant. Again, I'm very sorry."

David sat down in the chair, numb. Pregnant? That didn't make any sense! She was on birth control! She had the Olympics coming up! They weren't even married yet! His head started spinning. Emma knelt beside him, her hand on his knee. She looked up helplessly at her husbands, just as confused as David. She had no idea what to do to make any of this better. No one did.