AN: I have no idea what happened but this got super explicit. Not really sorry about it. The muse wants what it wants! Un-beta'd as always so don't be too harsh on me. Enjoy!

Chapter Five

Emma was forced into a baggy piece of fabric that hung loosely off her body and appeared to be of the same variety her captor donned providing the illusion of modesty.

She was granted clothing to maintain order aboard his ship.

Nothing more.

He would not have his crewman tempted by their own selfish desires.

Emma drew in ragged breaths, her body tingling with fury as her hands were bound uncomfortably with rope to a metal ring overhead, her eyes glaring daggers at the captain whose back was turned to her. She winced as the knot was tightened around her wrists, chaffing her sensitive human flesh raw. Her once pristine body was marred with cuts and bruises, each telling a silent gruesome tale all their own of how they got there. Her head throbbed painfully, the gash on her head no longer oozing blood. She grunted and hissed as her body was pulled taut while her restraints were tested.

"She's not going anywhere Captain." The grungy crewman spoke awaiting his captain's approval.

"Thank you Carl." He addressed the man coldly, his back still turned as he meticulously bandaged his wounded hand. "Fetch Marcus for me and have him bring down a meal and a tankard of rum." He instructed, his voice never changing its callous tone.

The man gave a curt bow and scurried off, his heels clicking against the stairs and once again they were alone.

"I'll give you this: you have good aim." He said as he inspected his wounded hand. "You were just shy of the nerve that would have rendered this hand completely useless." His back stiffened, his body shaking with inexplicable anger.

The chair fell as he rose to his feet menacingly and strode over to the defenseless mermaid.

He stretched over the bed, a hand placed on either side of his prisoner as he growled, "no cunt is worth the trouble you've made, I should have you killed." He stated dangerously.

"Then why haven't you done it already?" She challenged earning her a swift backhand to the face, her head jerking with the blow. Her head bowed down in retreat, refusing to make eye contact as he stared her down like a criminal.

He pressed his face against hers, enough to feel his warm breath on her skin as he whispered threateningly, "do not mock me."

She swallowed, her swollen eyes closing for a brief moment at their uncomfortable proximity.

"Nod so that I know you understand me."

She did as she was told earning her an arrogant smile of approval that made her skin crawl.

"Good girl." He rewarded her with a flashy twisted smile that left an unpleasant taste in her mouth.

"Captain?" A voice came from behind them that drew her curious eyes to meet its source from beyond his shoulder.

Killian tugged on his lower lip annoyingly as he turned to face his overly eager cabin boy, a rusty silver tray holding promised sustenance teetering in his sweaty palms.

"Well?" He said impatiently, his eyebrows rising slightly not even bothering to mask his annoyance with his immature employee. "Set it on the table."

The boy dropped the tray on the table with a noisy clatter, the pitcher that weighed it down shifting its contents during its less than subtle descent to the table.

Killian gave an imposing look and stood from the bed, dismissing the boy with a wave of his hand.

The boy hurried himself up the stairs, closing the hatch behind him and Killian rounded the table where his feast awaited.

His hand immediately closed around the bottle which he uncorked with little resistance. Not one to stand on ceremony he brought the bottle to his lips and took a hardy swig letting the alcohol soothe his wits, his shoulders visibly relaxing as the familiar burn of the rum rushed down his throat.

"What do you intend to do with me?" She asked meekly as if she hadn't an ounce of energy left in her fragile body.

He cocked a curious eyebrow in her direction and removed the bottle from his lips.

"That all depends." The corners of his mouth turned up into a cheeky grin.

"On what?" She bit out her retort.

He smirked, his eyes dancing with mischief, clutching the bottle loosely in a fist at his side as he slid his tongue against the inside of his mouth and puffed out his cheek.

Killian picked a grape from its vine, waving it around animatedly as he spoke, "on how long it takes you to submit to me." He answered before popping the fruit into his mouth, the flavorful juice bursting onto his tongue. He swallowed, setting the bottle on the table before delving into his plan. "I will use you at my leisure until I've had my fill of you and then hand you over to my crew."

"Use me?" She tested the word on her tongue, her eyes lit with confusion.

"Yes." He reiterated, leaning himself against the edge of the table, his arms folded comfortably against his chest. "For company… for pleasure." He explained with flicks of his wrist.

Killian reached behind him for the bottle and tipped his head back swallowing generous mouthfuls of the rich amber liquid.

"I'm afraid I don't understand." She confessed, her eyebrows knitted together as she tried to make sense of the commonly used expression.

His mouth left the bottle and he drew in a long breath, shaking his head at the entertaining predicament. He choked back a humorous laugh, nipping at the opening of the bottle before speaking, "you really are new to this whole being human thing aren't you?" He chuckled, setting the bottle back down on the table before sauntering over to the bed and placing himself upon it.

She sucked in a breath at their nearness, his hands gently prying her legs apart, a promising smirk on his lips.

"Allow me to give you a crash course." He gave no warning as he straddled her splayed thighs, pressing himself hotly against her making her feel every last hard inch of his erection as he gave her a teasing thrust.

Her pulse quickened, her body thrumming with a foreign sensation as she arched against him, their lower halves colliding experimentally.

Her mouth parted with a shaky gasp at the feeling, the center of her body instinctually seeking out the hidden rigid male flesh enclosed in his trousers as her inner muscles clenched, moisture pooling between her thighs.

"Yes. Exactly." He hummed his approval, his voice hoarse with arousal as her eyes flickered to his in understanding.

"Let me teach you pleasure." He nodded assuringly, his dominant hand falling to her waist to guide her movements against him, her unrestrained hips grinding down against his cock. "Do you feel that?" He whispered harshly against her ear, his lips gently tugging at the sensitive lobe, "that heady feeling simmering just below the surface?" He said, his voice as smooth as velvet and tinged with unrelenting lust. "You want more?" He asked, licking the shell of her ear as she released a torturous whimper, nodding her head expectantly. He began to pepper kisses down the column of her neck breathing the following words against her skin, "chase it down and don't stop until it's gone."

Her movements became more frantic, her hips bucking wildly against his as her breathy moans assaulted his ears nearly doing him in. He placed her in his lap, pressing her body insistently against his groin as he met her every desperate thrust. "That's it love." He whispered encouragingly, tucking her head underneath his chin, his fingers stroking her golden mane as she took her pleasure. "Take your fill darling."

She rocked steadily against him, picking up speed as she neared her impending release.

She fell apart with a muffled cry into his chest, her damp core pressed against his painfully throbbing cock as she relaxed into his embrace.

He was utterly entranced by the siren in his arms.

Killian took a few shuttering breaths before releasing her, his arms falling slack against her slick body and coaxed her backward. "Lean back." He instructed, her eyes still hazy as she fell against the wall behind her.

With a careful ease he managed to unlace his leathers and pushed the material down his hip, releasing his swollen cock that already leaked with his milky essence.

"Watch." He demanded, taking the heated flesh in his palm as he steadily began to stroke himself while sitting astride the mermaid whose eyes widened at the sight.

He groaned, his head lolling as he pumped his fist relentlessly over his rigid length.

Emma watched awestruck by the vision in front of her, a million thoughts coursing through her mind plaguing her with a million questions about the human anatomy, the brazen act and the feeling that still lingered within her.

His bandaged wrist brushed against her sensitive flesh and she gasped as his fingers caressed her swollen nether lips, parting them and gliding his fingertips against the wetness that gathered there.

She had no idea where to look, her eyes just as overly stimulated as her body.

His thumb found the delicate bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs and he began to rub in slow methodical circles making her pant with need, the pressure in her body building rapidly.

She pushed herself into his touch with a breathy moan, her head falling back against the wall as her fists closed around her restraints against the intense onslaught.

"Come for me." He commanded lowly and that was all it took as she began to convulse against his hand, every nerve ending in her body on fire.

He spurted his release with a satisfied grunt, his seed leaking warmly onto her bare creamy thigh, his thrusts slowing as he milked himself dry.

Killian sat back on his haunches, his breathing slowing down to its regular pace as he came down from his monumental high. "Any questions?"