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This was not enjoyable….not at all.

It was too much.

Closing her eyes, her hands—planted on either side of her head—shook as she tried to relax her grip in the tangled sheets, a small shuddering gasp escaping her lips as she felt him move behind her ever so slightly; the stretch and burn taking her by surprise and causing her to clench her fingers into tight fists once again.

Goddammit it was too much.

It hurt.

The kind of hurt that was bordering on real pain, and as he continued to slowly ease himself into her overly lubricated and too tight hole, his hook and hand braced on either side of her ass, she cringed—curious if she could take the almost unbearable sensation.

"Sweetheart…are you alright?" his voice was low and deep and velvet smooth—a tinge of concern woven into his tone.

And really, why was he talking? What was he thinking asking her questions right now? She didn't want him to talk, not when she was trying to concentrate on breathing, not when she was trying to keep from cursing him out and bucking him off of her all the while screaming and shouting no fucking way.

It was too damned much.

Still, even though every fiber of her being was protesting, she just needed him to move, she just needed to convince herself that she could handle it, that it was no big fucking deal. After all it had been her idea…something she'd always wondered about but had never allowed herself to try—her past sexual conquests consisted of dozens of one-night-stands, a failed and toxic relationship, and a promise to herself to never ever let herself become too vulnerable.

"Anal isn't exactly the most empowering of positions." She had told him when he had shown his surprise at her lack of experience—his face softening when she had admitted to her still lingering reluctance to try it.

And now, as she braced herself for more, as her knees quivered beneath her, as her hands trembled in the sheets, as his cock sunk into her slowly…too slowly…she was quickly reminded about her prior objections with her former lovers.

Sure, she trusted him completely; he'd never hurt her intentionally. But that didn't take away from the fact that she was entirely at his mercy. And God help her, she couldn't pinpoint if she loved or hated the feeling.

A toss up.

The experience was completely foreign, and really, despite all she had been through recently, she didn't do well with the unknown. Add that to the fact that she had never felt so fucking defenseless in her entire life, she was beyond stretched, and the burning cramping was nearly taking her breath away…and she was almost positive that this kink was just not for her.

She wanted it done with.

She wanted him to man up and just take her so that it would finally be over.

"You just need to relax darling."

Gritting her teeth at his words, she rolled her eyes to the ceiling as she felt him stiffen and still his movements, allowing his statement to hang in the air, as he stroked her back somewhat soothingly. And Jesus Christ, it really was amazing how he could go from ruthless and nearly punishing to soft and overly concerned in the bedroom in a matter of minutes—she had the fading bruises and the lingering bite marks to prove the former and she wasn't sure she'd be so head over heels in love with him if it weren't for the latter.

"Goddammit Killian will you shut up and move already." She was pretty sure the wavering of her voice and the huskiness in her tone betrayed her desire for him to heed her request; but even so, she heard him swear softly behind her, his grip tightening on her skin as his cock shifted every so slightly inside of her—slipping another inch in.

"Emma I don't want to hurt—"

"Fuck me Killian okay?…I want you to fuck me in the ass now."

That seemed to do the trick.

With a harsh, nearly violent curse, she felt him go rigid for a few brief seconds before pushing into her further; her entire body objecting and a tiny whimper escaping her as a muffled and shaky groan slipped from his lips—his hook nearly piercing her hip as he continued to sink into her slowly.

Slow, still too slow.

Pulling out, the pressure inside of her lessening briefly, she caught her breath for a moment, before it was stolen away once again as he slid himself back in. This time going deeper, his thrust slightly harder; the cramping became even more noticeable as a voice in her head screamed for her to push him back out.

"Fuck." She whispered, her body trying to adjust to the too intense intrusion as her fingers dug into the mattress, desperately searching for purchase—her mind reeling and frantically questioning if this was okay. "Oh my…fuck…wait…stop…I just need you to—to…give me a second…I'm…"

"Finger yourself darling." His voice interrupted her shaky words, as he pushed back in once again, her walls feeling a bit looser as she tried to accommodate his size—although generously endowed he felt so much bigger than usual…and Christ she really wasn't sure if she could take it. "Right now…touch yourself."

"I—I—Killian…." she whined the words out, and had she not been so bombarded by sensations, had she not been so distracted by the way he had seated himself so deep inside of her and was now grinding his hips against her, moving deliberately in slow and circular motions, she would have cursed herself for the weak and desperate sound.

"Let me see you pleasure yourself while my cock is fucking your ass."

"Oh God." With the blood in her veins humming, white noise in her head pounding, and her breathing coming out labored, she barely heard his request—her fingers shaky and nearly numb lifting of their own accord to make their way to her clit.

"That's a good girl…just like that." His murmured encouragement had something inside of her sparking, and she couldn't help the moan of appreciation that left her lips as she began to rub herself slowly—the cramping lessening slightly as he began to move steadily once again.

"Gods Emma you're so tight…you feel so good wrapped around me."

He increased his pace with his words, and although he definitely wasn't moving with the reckless abandon and unrelenting enthusiasm that he usually fucked her with, it was fractionally better than the brutally slow pace he had started with.

"You're bloody brilliant. Bloody. Fucking. Brilliant."

Her body feeling as though it was on sensory overload, began to truly register everything she was experiencing—his cock deep in her ass, the overly full sensation that came with it, her fingers dancing across her clit, igniting sparks of heat in her belly, his balls slapping against her hand, spurring her to touch herself faster, and his words drifting to her ears, mixing with his grunts and her breathy pants— it all nearly drowned out everything else.

It was erotic.

And even though she still felt a bit too full, even though she wasn't sure if the deep ache was as pleasurable as it was annoying, she felt a shift inside her—her hips rocking backwards to meet with his steady thrusts.

"You like this don't you sweetheart?"

Did she?

She wasn't sure, she really wasn't.

Still, as the cramping began to fade, as her fingers moved faster, as his hand shifted from her ass, to her lower back and then back again, before with a low growl and a slightly harder thrust, fisting in her hair, she couldn't deny the way her body was warming—the all too familiar pressure building in her gut.

"Oh God."

"That's a good girl…I'm going to make you come like this darling, on your hands and knees, my cock deep inside of you…and you're going to love it."

"Killian."

"Your fingers…" he grunted, stilling inside of her for a moment before slowly sliding out. "I want two fingers inside of you while I'm in your ass."

"Jesus."

She could hear the smirk in his voice, could feel the way his fingers tightened in her hair, forcing her head back ever so slightly. "It's still Killian darling…now fuck yourself."

This was the man she craved.

She loved the man who showed her concern and tenderness, who looked at her as if she were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. But this man, this dominating and demanding pirate, was the man she more often than not found herself truly desiring.

"I said fuck yourself Emma."

And apparently the time for adjusting and going slow was truly over.

Shifting her fingers from her oversensitive clit, she quickly parted her wet folds, her breath coming out shaky as she slipped her fingers inside—an odd sensation running through her as she felt him moving against and inside her ass.

"Mmmmm that's it darling…can you feel me? Fucking you from behind while your fingers are inside yourself." His hand was suddenly all over her, seemingly everywhere at once—running through her hair, fondling her breasts, moving down to her ass to slap it lightly before tangling it back into her hair once again.

And holy shit; with the light smack, with the shallow thrusts, with her fingers moving in and out of her, curling into that spot just right…she was suddenly so very close.

She had almost abruptly gone form zero to sixty; only minutes ago she'd been unsure about the sensations, certain she couldn't take the stretch and burn, and now, now her body was nearly quivering with abrupt and desperate need.

And how the fuck had she gotten so close?

Maybe it was because she still thought of anal as slightly taboo, maybe it was because when with him, a part of her secretly loved to be dominated, maybe it was because she was just actually starting to enjoy it…regardless of the reason she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm start to creep up on her—the realization only causing the blood in her veins to run hotter, as her aching muscles throbbed around his pulsing length even tighter.

"Gods Emma I love having you like this…at my mercy. I could do whatever I wanted with you…and you know that don't you?" he rocked his hips against her deliberately, pushing deeper into her—the action causing her to stiffen slightly, a curse on the tip of her tongue "As much as you hate to admit it…you like it."

Yes.

No.

Maybe.

"It makes you feel dirty doesn't it? Used…powerless…and Gods I think you actually like it."

"Killian."

"Bloody, fucking hell." His movements faltered slightly, the ache deep inside of her drowned out by her sudden need to feel more. "Come for me…come for me like the wanton and wicked woman you truly are…I want to feel you Emma."

God. Dammit.

The feel of him behind her, suddenly thrusting fast with seemingly no regard for her actual comfort, the way she felt as if she were stretched beyond the point of breaking, and the push and slide of her fingers frantically moving to keep up with his pace, all coupled with his harsh and growling words—something inside of her suddenly snapped. She felt herself fall, gripping him tightly and squeezing him ruthlessly as a hard and quick orgasm hit her fast.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god." She mouthed the words in a quiet chant, unable to scream, unable to moan, barely able to whisper, as she tightened around him—the feel of her climax only intensifying as her walls fluttered and clenched repeatedly around both her fingers and his still moving cock.

"Emma…"his voice sounded broken and pained and good God it was such a beautiful sound. "Darling…I'm…

And with a vicious curse, his fingers flew from her hair, drifting back down to her ass; squeezing lightly and kneading her skin, she felt him tense abruptly, heard him groan loudly, before with a muttered oath and a violent shudder he pulsed inside of her—the feel of his hot release filling her tight hole causing her to shiver and moan as she felt it run down her thighs in a wet and sticky trail.

Holy fucking hell.

It didn't take long before her legs and arms—trembling and weak—gave out on her; and with a quivering sigh, she collapsed onto the bed, the feel of him sliding out of her limply bringing a slight blush to her cheeks as she lazily attempted to push a damp lock of hair from her face, giving up with a mumbled curse and a roll of her eyes when it kept falling stubbornly back into place.

"Emma?"

Breathing heavy, her vision slightly hazy, ears still ringing faintly, she barely registered the sound of his voice calling to her, her face firmly planted into the pillows as she tried to calm her rapidly beating heart.

"Swan?"

Noting the slight apprehension in his tone, she took another moment or two before acknowledging him; fairly certain, as her body welcomed the softness of the mattress, that she'd be perfectly content if she never had to leave their bed again. Lifting her head and shooting a look over her shoulder, she took in the sight of him. His hair slightly disheveled and eyes vibrantly blue and more than a little wild—shot a another jolt of desire straight through her as he looked at her with unmasked awe and and the remnants of unmistakable hunger.

She loved him.

Goddammit did she love him.

Tilting her lips into a lazy smile, her heart finally starting to slow and her body feeling as though it was gradually going back to normal, she flipped onto her back and propped herself up onto her elbows. Staring at him somewhat deliberately, her legs falling open as she settled herself more comfortably on the bed, only dimly did she note the somewhat persistent soreness that lingered while faintly registering the wetness that still trailed between her thighs.

"Killian…" she murmured softly, the tone of her voice low and husky, sounding almost completely foreign to her still humming ears.

And it amazed her.

How the sound of his name on her lips could have his eyes flashing and a low growl escaping him almost threateningly.

And as he shot down to her, moving fast, she couldn't help the humored chuckle that tumbled from her in somewhat shocked amusement, the laugh turning into a muffled gasp followed by a breathy cry as his head quite suddenly disappeared between her thighs—his tongue darting out to lick and sooth as he nearly devoured her whole, his appetite for her seemingly insatiable.

And as she laid back, her eyes finding the ceiling as he worked her over tortuously slow, she couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, this new kink was something she could thoroughly enjoy after all.

Maybe.

End.

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