29th November 2015 - So this chapter kinda spirals out of control into a darker, dirtier and smuttier place than I anticipated :) I'm actually a bit nervous about posting it! There is definitely a blurred line here between consensual and non-consensual so now is your time to bow out if it's not something you're comfortable with.
As Emma's hand slipped away from Killian's hook she felt hesitant, questioning if her faith in him was misplaced. Was he too far gone? Could she really trust him? As she stared into his piercing blue eyes she couldn't tell if it was mischief or malevolence staring back at her.
Despite her desire, Emma knew this wasn't going to be about sex. They'd had sex, many times of course - but this wasn't going to be anything resembling the activities that they were used to. She wondered if he would be the least bit affectionate - if he even touched her at all. It might have been another Dark One that stood before her, but the glint in his eye was all Killian. His lust-filled stare was one that Emma knew well.
"Now Swan," started Killian. "Stand back and let me take a look a good look at you," he said, swirling his hook in the air gesturing for her to spin around. He studied her and shook his head with displeasure. "Crocodile is not a good look for you, is it?"
"Well Captain, what would you prefer?" she asked, forcing a smile.
Killian exhaled loudly and stepped over to a nearby armchair. He spun it around to face Emma before flopping down into it - Excalibur still clenched tightly in his hand to the right, his hook resting on the arm to the left. "Quite frankly I'd prefer that you wear nothing at all. So how about you start by removing your clothes altogether?"
Emma knew it wasn't an order, but he'd spoken it like one - so she complied. She had agreed to play the game she wasn't going to give him quick win. Doing what he asked, she very slowly unbuttoned her tight, black crocodile-skin jacket and pushed it up over her shoulders to let it fall to the floor. Underneath it she still had a black tank top, and pants.
"What's with the masculine tank-top Swan? We're not in the jungles of Neverland any more. Get rid of it."
She smiled sarcastically and pulled it over her head to reveal a black lace bra.
"Come on Swan, you know the drill," he said impatiently. "The pants, the undergarments - it all has to come off."
Emma wanted to roll her eyes, instead she kicked off her boots and socks then carefully removed each item of clothing until she was down to her underwear. She made sure his eyes were still on her as she hooked her thumbs inside the waist of her black panties and painstakingly dragged them down over her thighs. The flimsy fabric was already warm and wet from the aural foreplay they'd been engaging in all evening. As she stepped out of them she heard him inhale deeply through his nose. Lastly she reached behind to unclip her bra and slipped it over her shoulders - tossing it aside before standing up straight - her arms neatly at her sides. "Happy now?"
"Not yet," he replied, stroking his chin with his hook. "Let your hair out. Undo that ridiculous ball of yarn on your head."
She obliged - unpinning and unwinding her hair, running her fingers through it and shaking her head to free her lengthy locks of ghostly white hair.
"That's it. More like the Emma I know," he murmured appreciatively. "Long and loose just the way I like it."
Being naked in front of Killian was not something unfamiliar to Emma. She wasn't shy or embarrassed, but the way he was looking at her right now made her cold skin shiver with goose-bumps.
"Now Love, you're going to get on all fours and you're going to crawl over to me."
Emma folded her arms and raised an eyebrow. "You can't be serious?"
"On your knees Emma!" he barked. "I don't want to have to ask again. It wouldn't be much fun for me to win the game so early on now would it?"
She sighed and got down on the floor, walking the small distance on her hands and knees before she reached Killian's feet. Glancing up she noticed the erection tenting in his pants. Normally she'd already have her hand inside his underwear, teasing him with her fingertips, but not this time - she was too busy playing the rules of his juvenile little game.
"As you can see, I have a rather large problem that needs attending to," he said cockily, arching his hips toward her. "You know Emma, I only have one hand, which is somewhat preoccupied at the moment." He waved Excalibur at her. "And you'd be daft if you thought I was putting this down any time soon. So you'll need to do all the work. Be a good lass and get at it would you?"
Emma scoffed. "You have the power to make me do anything you can imagine, and all you can demand is a blow-job? That's your big plan to bend my will and break me?"
Killian grinned. "I'm still a man, and as such I expect to be serviced. Don't worry Love. I'm not done with you. Not by a long shot. But in the meantime why don't you put that insolent mouth of yours to better use?"
Emma growled under her breath as she sat up on her knees and reached in to unbuckle Killian's belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Her grumbling quickly changed to a pleasant sigh as she slipped down the front of his modern boxers to free his throbbing erection.
She licked her lips and inhaled deeply - his familiar musky scent of leather, sweat and rum making her heady with desire for the man she loved. It felt like an eternity since they had last been together - that beautiful day in that field of flowers back in Camelot when he'd held her until the darkness disappeared - albeit temporarily.
"What are you waiting for, Swan?" he asked, panting with anticipation, reminding Emma that the man sitting before her was not entirely the man she loved.
Emma glanced up at him one more time before moving her head to his lap. Sticking her tongue out she lapped at the tip of his rock hard member to taste his saltiness. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around him, sliding her mouth down over his length.
Emma was feeling a mix of lust and bitterness. He knew how much she hated this -not the act of pleasuring him with her mouth as such. It was the common expectation that it required her to be on her knees at a man's feet that Emma despised. She had too many memories of bad lovers with grubby hands holding her head down so they could push up into her throat and make her gag - treating her like she was only there for their entertainment. She preferred to do it in bed, where she could stay on top and at a pace to her liking. She loved those nights with Killian lying in bed beneath her, arching his back and moaning, his hand clutching at bed sheets or tangling in her hair as he laid there at the joyful mercy of her mouth.
Yet this time Killian sat there like a mighty king at his throne with a woman at his cock. He was moaning loudly, thrusting his hips as he scratched at the arm of the chair with his hook. "That's it Love, faster."
She reached in and began to stroke and squeeze him with her hand - finding a perfect rhythm to make him swell and pulsate against her tongue. She knew what he liked - and she was keen to speed up this game.
"Ah-ah, wait. Stop now Swan," he urged cautiously, tapping her on the head the smooth side of his hook. "I appreciate the enthusiasm but there is somewhere else I'd rather fill you with my seed."
The throbbing between Emma's legs was growing stronger, her thighs slippery with arousal. She couldn't deny that she wanted him straddle him right now and take him all in. Her now empty mouth was begging to be kissed.
"Go and lie on that table by the window, Love," he ordered.
Obediently she stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before doing as she was told. She laid back on the cool timber of the table and stared up at the light fitting.
"Spread your legs," he commanded as he got up from his chair and walked over to Emma to get a closer look, Excalibur dragging behind him. "Now play with yourself Swan." He was stroking his erection with the curve of his hook - still refusing to release the sword in his right hand. "I want to see you get nice and wet for me."
Emma was enjoying herself way too much to bother resisting. She moved her hands down over her perky breasts and along the contours of her smooth stomach, finally gasping as she reached that sweet spot between her legs - surprised to find she was soaking wet.
She slipped a finger inside her silky folds, sliding it back up to toy with her clit, alternating back and forth as she fought between the desire to have something inside of her and the desire to reach orgasm. As she began to grind herself against her fingers Killian called out to her again.
"Stop Swan!" He yanked her hand away with his hook. "No release for you until I say so."
She whimpered in a way that made Killian chuckle with satisfaction.
"Now, roll over Love, face down, legs off the table. Do you understand?"
Emma was panting as she did exactly that, her warm breath and heat of her body leaving circles of condensation on the smooth timber surface. She arched her hips outward in anticipation that he'd meet her needs at least once tonight.
Killian stepped up behind her. With his cock still in the crook of his hook he guided the tip towards her warm, wet opening. He teased her, sliding the head against her slippery folds, up and down, up and down but never in. He snickered loudly. "You want me don't you Emma?"
"Yes," she panted back at him.
He continued to tease her, sliding his rock hard member between her thighs but never entering her - covering himself in her juices to make himself nice and slick. Only this time he started to leave a trail higher up, brushing the head against the opening of her ass, catching her by surprise. He repeated the action multiple times until her wetness had generously spread from one hole to another.
Killian was humming now as he leaned over, sweeping the hair away from her face before whispering in her ear. "What if I told you I wanted to take you somewhere I haven't had you before Swan? Would you still want me? Or would I need to compel you to present that pretty little arse of yours to me?" He nudged the tip of his cock against her tight, little hole just to let her know he was serious.
Emma froze with surprise. This was not exactly the romantic and passionate moment she was hoping for, but she was so incredibly turned on, The fire in his voice and the heat of his body pressed against hers was driving her wild. Still, she had to find some way to regain control. "What makes you think I don't want it Killian?" she asked through ragged breath. "I use to let Neal fuck me in the ass all the time." She growled, lying through her teeth.
Killian hesitated, clearly taken aback by her comment and her willingness. A hint of jealousy maybe?
Emma was about to smile but gasped loudly as she felt him lunge forward - his cock pressing against her ass until it opened up and let him in. Her whole body stiffened with a momentary flash of shock and pain. She felt the cold steel of his hook tracing the curves of her backside as he gave her another push.
"That's it Swan," he cooed. "Be a good girl. Open up and let me in."
It wasn't to say that she was open to this particular activity - hell she would have been willing to try just about anything Killian wanted - but it should have been on her terms. Emma wanted to be enraged, but as she felt him work his way further inside of her ass she found herself pushing back to meet him - working with him in a gentle rhythm as her body stretched around his length and took more of him in. Then a new type of pleasure started to build. Waves of delight were twitching in places where she wasn't expecting them, making her crave him more with each thrust.
If only he would drop the sword and use his right hand to give her just a moment of sweet release. She desperately wanted his touch, or at least be able to reach down and do it herself.
Killian's jeans were slowly dropping over his hips and down to his ankles as he got distracted by the job at hand. He was close now, as he tried to hold himself against Emma - the hook on his left arm pressing down against the small of Emma's back.
Emma's arms were outstretched wide, desperately grasping the edge of the table for leverage. Finally with a loud grunt Emma felt Killian come inside her - his cock pulsing - her ass suddenly slick with the warmth of his seed.
She wondered if this might be over now - if he was done with his games. Maybe the old Killian was back.
"Good Lord Emma," he spoke through ragged breath. "You are so wonderfully tight I'm going to have to do that all the time."
Grinding her teeth Emma was pissed again. She waited until she felt Killian's member soften and slip from her ass, feeling his entire body relax. Then she took her opportunity - standing upright and hurling her elbow back into his rib cage. She spun around as Killian fell forward with pain and surprise. She gave him a mighty shove, causing him to lose his balance and trip awkwardly with the pants gathered around his ankles. Killian waved his arms in his air as he fell backwards on to the floor with a loud thud. Excalibur fell from his grip and clanked on the hardwood surface of the floor beside him.
Emma leapt for it, but Killian grabbed her by the waist, pulling her to the floor with him. She scrambled and crawled to reach for it, clambering over his body she tried to hold him down. They were both grunting and growling - fighting like children to see who could get to the sword first.
Killian's left arm was closer. He stretched out to snag Excalibur's grip with his hook - at the very moment Emma's fingers wrapped around the very same part of the sword. They were both breathless - their bodies entangled in a bad game of Twister.
"If I didn't know any better I'd say I had the upper hand," teased Emma.
"Guess again," he snarled, rolling over on top of her as willed his hook to turn once more into flesh. With a hand now where his hook used to be he yanked Excalibur from her grip before she even knew what to do with it.
With her arm still outstretched Emma could only lie on the floor in a state of shock. She'd failed, again. The darkness inside of her was not happy.
Killian was already up on his feet, struggling to pull his pants up with sword in one hand and hook in the other. He picked up Emma's shirt and wiped himself clean before zipping up his pants. Eventually dressing himself he stood over Emma and shook his head and clucked disapprovingly. He put Excalibur in his newly formed left hand and reached down to help her up with his right. "I expected a fight Emma, but that was poor form - kicking a man when he's at his most vulnerable."
Emma swatted his hand away and got up to her feet at her own accord. "Screw you," she cursed at him. This was not the Killian she had fallen in love with.
"You cannot expect to behave like this and get away with it," He was lecturing her like a child. "I think you need to be punished."
She was so tired of the whole situation. It was Dark One against Dark One now. Emma harrumphed and laughed sarcastically. "What are you going to do? Spank me? It's a little cliché don't you think?"
"Killian had a sinister grin on his face - his moustache twitching from side to side. "Oh no, I've got something very special in mind for you Emma."
With a swirl of his index finger a spiral of black smoke filled the middle of the living room. It cleared to unveil a portly, unkempt bearded man, wearing a very unique red, woollen cap. The man looked perplexed - staring back and forth from Killian to naked Emma, then back to Killian. His jaw was hanging wide. "Uh, Cap'n? Where am I, and what am I doing here?" asked the nervous man.
"Welcome to our home Mr Smee. It seems I have a small favour to ask."