I've been in a writers funk for about a month partly because of the busy time of year and partly because to be honest, I needed to get the stench of the past half season out of my nostrils. Just my personal reaction, no offense intended, I just felt they gave very short shrift to any meaningful CS relationship development compared with the steamy buildup. OQ gets hot all night sex in a creepy crypt, CS gets one date with a Danny & Sandy kiss at the door? Whazzup with that? And why are they always in the hallway at Granny's, never in his bedroom? I've ever bought into SQ, but honestly in Emma's list of priorities Hook seems to come a distant last well after Elsa and Regina. I'd love to hear your comments/rebuttals in the comments or PM me.

Anyway, I was asked very sweetly by two nice encouraging fellow writers to update this and Saving Prince Killian. So this one was overdue, and I'm moving to SPK next.

This is really, really, really FILTHY and contains unspeakable acts. Father Hook is a very very very bad boy. I can't believe I wrote this during one of the holiest weeks of the year. All I can say is I've been spending some time reading dark erotic fiction. I'm pretty sure that I, like Father James Hook, am going to hell. Please honk if you think I'm going to hell. You are warned.

Chapter 5: Suck My Kiss

The next morning, Emma found herself in front of her bathroom mirror with the door locked as she inspected the red, rectangular bruises on her ass and thighs. They weren't too bad and she expected they would fade in a few days. She knew he hadn't hit her as hard as he could have. If he had, he would most likely have broken the ruler. Nonetheless, she already felt sore and winced a little when the hot water from the shower hit her still tender flesh. Drying off afterward, she inspected herself one more time, smiling a little at the welts. He had marked her, and just thinking about what he had done to her made her instantly wet again.

She tried not to think about him too much as she went about her daily routine, but was conscious of being in a state of mild arousal and intense longing all day. Her first errand of the day made that especially difficult. She had taken the bagged semen swab from the previous night's activities and sealed it in a smaller envelope with a personal note, then taken it to the UPS store. There, after a few minutes of internal debate and hesitation, she sealed it into a Next Day Air envelope, filled out the destination address in Quantico, Virginia, and handed it to the clerk. She used her credit card.

As she left the store, she felt a stab of guilt at what she'd chosen to do. It was sneaky and underhanded, and maybe she would learn things she'd rather not know. But she set her chin in grim determination. Her curiosity as well as her insatiable sexual obsession with him had already made her cross way too many boundaries to turn back now. Besides, she thought, the devious bastard deserved it. He hadn't used a condom! What kind of guy did that? The incongruity of the image made her grin a little. It was hard to reconcile the recklessness of both their actions with any notion of safe, responsible sex and the use of condoms. The words "safe" and "responsible" simply had no place in their dark relationship.

Needing an outlet for her frustration, she decided to hit the gym and finish her workout with some stretching in the midday yoga class. As she hoisted her ass up in the air in a rather compromising position, she became aware of a pair of hungry eyes on her. She turned her head slightly and looked behind her through her braced arms to see him standing directly behind her and looking at her through the clear glass studio window like she was dinner.

She flushed, got up, and grabbed her towel. As she bolted through the door towards the locker room, he was suddenly in front of her, invading her personal space, his head bent toward hers and his breath tickling her ear as he murmured, "your ass gives me an instant hard-on, Swan. I'd like to see you in the downward facing dog position in my office sometime." He grinned at her wolfishly as he raised a suggestive eyebrow at her.

She was flooded with an immediate sensation of wetness between her thighs. Before she could collect herself to give him a pert reply, he moved past her, leaving her quivering slightly, her legs feeling like jelly.

Get a grip Swan! She scolded herself. She took a long shower, then headed over to Granny's to order herself a salad. She was grimacing as she eased her sore backside onto the counter stool when she heard his voice again, just behind her. "Feeling a little tender, Swan?" His voice was mocking.

She jumped a little. "Stop sneaking up on me like that!" she hissed.

He just laughed. "Tonight. Eight o'clock. Be sitting at the bar at Tony's"

"Why would I do that?" she asked, trying unsuccessfully to sound bored. Instead, she sounded petulant.

"Because I said so," he commanded using his Master voice. "And because you want it desperately."

"I'm so transparent, am I, that you think that?" she demanded.

"You're rubbing yourself against your stool to relieve the ache. I can see it. Just listening to my voice gets you wet. And I've only barely grazed the surface of your dark, dirty fantasies." He shrugged.

Emma blushed furiously, realizing what she'd been doing without having been conscious of doing it.

He chuckled softly again. "You're so adorable when you blush – almost schoolgirlish I would say. Your blushes make me want to do terrible things to you."

"Haven't you already done terrible things to me?" she murmured silkily, looking at him sideways, her eyes narrowed and cat-like.

"Not nearly as filthy as I plan to do," his hot breath tickled her neck and she shivered a little. "Not even close to the depraved things that you deserve and crave. You're a bad, bad girl and your punishment is far from over.

His reward was her sharp intake of breath as she began to breathe more heavily, her agitation and excitement evident, her mind swimming helplessly as she felt her blood pounding with arousal.

"Remember, Tony's at 8," he raised his voice a little, his tone peremptory. Dropping his voice, his next words dripped with a combination of sexuality and menace. "I want to play with you." He laughed to himself, gave her breast a surreptitious tweak that cause her to yelp a little, then slithered away.

She just sat there, infuriated, humiliated, and speechless. Both of them knew she'd be at Tony's at eight tonight. She wouldn't be able to stop herself.

At ten minutes past eight later that evening, Emma was seated on another barstool, already annoyed and excited. Where was he? And what devious scheme had he contrived for her tonight?

She sipped her wine and noticed a commotion near the front entrance of the restaurant. It was Mr. Gold and his much younger, second wife, Belle, arriving for what seemed a celebratory dinner. The maître d', the host, and even Tony himself fell all over themselves welcoming the great man and offering him felicitations on what appeared to be the couple's wedding anniversary.

Emma didn't much like Gold. He had been the wealthiest man in town for as long as Emma remembered and he was extremely cold, sinister even. Well, to everyone else he was cold, but he seemed to dote on Belle. Emma had known Belle for a long time as well, they were close in age, and she could not for the life of her understand her attraction to Gold. Although in light of her own recent illicit and downright twisted sexual relationship, maybe she understood a bit better. There was no denying Gold possessed a certain dark charisma. Maybe he tied Belle up and did dirty, filthy things to her in bed that drove her crazy with lust. Emma shifted her eyes guiltily. What was wrong with her?

She watched as the couple were shown to one of the more intimate private dining rooms, then reached for her phone as she heard the buzz of an incoming text.

The sender's number was unfamiliar, but the text was crystal clear.

Meet me behind the restaurant in 5.

Her heart lurched. Grinning, she finished her wine, left a twenty dollar bill on the bar, and slipped out the back.

Standing in the dark and seemingly deserted back parking lot behind Tony's, Emma shivered a little with the cold and a little frisson of fear. What did that pervert have in store for her tonight? She wondered a little hysterically if whips would be on the menu.

A low rumble interrupted her thoughts as a flash red sports car pulled up in front of her and stopped.

She stood there waiting, wondering what was up.

The dark tinted window began to roll down, and a moment later, she saw the handsome priest smirking at her.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" he grinned at her, "Get in!"

Hopping into the passenger seat, she lowered the harness just as he tore out of the lot and out onto the main highway, tires squealing.

"Wait a minute – isn't this Mr. Gold's Lamborghini?" Her voice was incredulous.

"It is indeed," he answered smugly. "I thought I'd borrow it for a while, as he doesn't seem to be using it at the moment. I find him to be a very … interesting … man, and I've been observing him from a distance."

She tried to gauge whether he was joking. "You mean he gave you the keys?' Her voice was skeptical. "Or did you hotwire the car?"

"No, love, of course not. Inattentive valet at the valet stand. It was a no brainer." He casually reached over with his right hand to run his hand up her skirt. He purred a little when his hand discovered her thigh-high stockings, but then he tsked with displeasure as his roving, insolent fingers brushed against the silk of her panties."

"You've broken yet another rule, Swan," he said disapprovingly as he smoothly shifted gears. "Whatever shall I do with you?" He moved his gloved fingers under the panty crotch and began roughly probing her, thrusting his fingers in and out of her, causing Emma's head to loll back against the seat, close her eyes, and moan with pleasure.

She could feel the g forces pressing her into the seat as he reached the open highway outside of town and tore along the winding mountain roads at a breakneck speed, tires squealing as they rounded curves.

"For God's sake, slow down! You're scaring me," she exclaimed, her eyes snapping open with alarm.

"Don't you trust me?" he said, feigned hurt in his voice.

"Not even the least little bit," she breathed, shifting in her seat to grant him easier access.

"Especially when you're…distracted."

He withdrew his hand, causing her to moan again, this time with displeasure. He ignored her and concentrated on his Gran Prix level driving performance. Emma tried to master her fear and watched him as he drove.

"Aren't you worried you'll be caught? Why do you persist in taking such insane risks?" She couldn't keep down her curiosity.

"It makes me feel alive," he said honestly, glancing in her direction for a few moments before turning his attention back to the road. "I guess you could describe me as a bit of thrillseeker. Perhaps I should try skydiving?"

Near the summit, he turned the car into a large parking lot near a campground used in the season by summer tourists, now deserted. He amused himself and terrified her as he proceeded to put the powerful car through its paces, zigzagging madly and spinning the car in a series of 180s and 360s as his whim took him.

Emma kept her cool and maintained what she hoped was a calm and icy demeanor until he tired of his game and pulled the car behind a copse of trees, well concealed from the highway. He killed the lights but left the engine running before turning to her in the partial darkness, his eyes glittering with lust and dark design.

"You've had training," she said matter-of-factly. "You drive like a professional. Do they teach you that in priest school?"

He ignored her question. Instead, he leaned towards her and inhaled deeply. "Why, Swan, you've changed your perfume – Portrait of a Lady unless I miss my guess. How delightfully ironic, since you and I both know you're very far from being a lady, don't we?" She stared at him balefully.

He tugged at the index finger of his glove with his teeth, then slowly and deliberately pulled each finger free and slipped his hand from the confines of the leather. Her breathing sped up again as he gently reached over and traced his index finger along her cheeks before moving to press her lower lip down insistently. He inserted first one finger, then another into her mouth and she sucked on them obediently for a few minutes, neither speaking. Pulling his fingers free, he resumed his roaming, moving his fingers lightly down her throat and into the collar of her blouse. Pushing under the lace of her bra, he smiled with satisfaction when he reached the erect nipple, rubbing and pinching until she gasped a little before moving his attentions to the second. She arched her back, thrusting into his touch.

He pulled away a little and took her chin in his hand, grasping her firmly and turning her head to look into his eyes.

"Tell me what happens to naughty girls, Swan?" he said throatily.

"They get spanked," she answered, squirming with heat and excitement.

"Or worse," he said, menacingly. Her heart almost leapt out of her chest with fear and excitement, the fear arousing her in a visceral, primal way.

"And what did I do to you after I spanked you?" he queried. Christ, he was like an exam proctor.

"You fucked me." She said matter-of-factly, reaching to pull him toward her. He stopped her with a firm, admonishing hand against her chest.

"And you want me to fuck you again, is that right?"

She just stared at him, panting, her legs falling open as she arched her back toward him. She was wild with lust, wanting to crawl all over him and tear the clothes from his body. Wanted to feel the sweet, delicious stinging blows from his hand and his big cock inside her all at the same time.

He turned away from her and got out of the car. Then he walked around to her side, opened the door, and pulled her outside.

Seizing her by the wrist, he hauled her out of the car then pulled her around to the front of the car, her boots sliding on the snow. He pulled her coat off of her shoulders, unbuttoned her blouse, and yanked down her red lacy bra. Pushing her down on the hood of the car, she lay on her back, dazed by the sudden shock of the cold against her skin, the warmth of the car, and the aggressiveness of his assault as he bent his head to her breasts and began to savage her nipples, licking and biting them until they were swollen and distended. He sucked hard and greedily as she squirmed and whimpered under him, the pain in her nipples sending electric shocks directly to her hot core, her dripping wet panties feeling colder and colder in the night air.

She tried to grind against him, desperate for relief but he held her down. "Stay still," he growled before resuming his systematic torture of her abused nipples. She thrashed her head from side to side and pushed weakly at his head. "Please, please fuck me," she pleaded.

He finally, reluctantly released her nipple with a slurp and gave her a disapproving look before standing up, pulling her along with him. Then in one quick motion, he twisted her arm behind her back and pushed her face first onto the car. He reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a length of rope, and tied her wrists behind her back. Her body shaking with fear, arousal and adrenaline, she lay on the car feeling paralyzed as he pulled down her red lace panties, then pushed her legs apart. Pressing down on the hood of the car, she could feel the vibration of its powerful engine humming powerfully and inexorably against her desperate clit. When he thrust his fingers into her, she came within seconds, humping the car hood desperately and clamping around his fingers, nearly weeping with relief as her orgasm tore threw her. "Who does this belong to, Swan?" his voice was a caress.

"You! It belongs to you," she said, shaking with her orgasm.

He pulled away from her and stood up as she lay shaking with the aftershocks and recovering from her climax. She was vaguely aware the clink of his belt buckle in her ears as he unclasped the buckle and pulled his belt off. She was too preoccupied with her own pleasure to realize that he was folding the strap in half, the buckle end in his left hand when he leaned over her again.

"Those are some lovely welts I gave you last night," he said tenderly as he stroked her naked, still sore ass and thighs with his warm right hand. "But in retrospect, I think I was too easy on you. You enjoyed your punishment far too much for it to really count, don't you think?"

Her eyes snapped open with sudden alarm and the dawning realization that he had much, much more planned for her. "What are you talking about?" she asked sharply.

"You've hardly atoned for all of your many transgressions toward me, have you? You haven't even acknowledged what you've done, let alone apologized," he sounded deeply wounded and disappointed in her.

Feeling panicked, she struggled against the rope that bound her and his elbow between her shoulder blades as he continued to stroke her, his hands delving between her legs to tease her oversensitive nub until she was ready to come a second time. Her mind worked feverishly as she panted with fright and arousal. What, exactly, was he referring to? The breakins? Spying on him? Minor property damage? Oh god, did he know or suspect what she had done today with the remains of his release? How would he know?

"Such soft, creamy skin," he whispered admiringly, kissing her neck with the lightest of kisses and delicate licks of his wicked tongue as she shivered and tried not to panic. "How much more beautiful will your skin look after I've kissed it with my belt?"

Her heart leapt into her throat as he brought the belt down against the car with a sharp smack and she jumped involuntarily.

"Lay still and take your punishment like a good girl," he ordered sternly. He took her panties and used them to wipe away her spendings from her orgasm, then stuffed them into her mouth. "I think a panty gag is just the thing for a strapping, you can bite down on it to keep from crying out, but I fear they will be ruined afterward. My apologies, darling."

She screamed and cursed at him incoherently, but he ignored her, raised the strap, and brought it down hard against her ass. She jumped, bit down on the gag, and tried not to scream, squeezing her eyes shut as she heard the strap crack like a clap of thunder in the night, bouncing off the trees eerily.

The fucker was nothing if not systematic, she reflected as she squirmed under his blows. He started at the top of her ass, first striking one side then the other, and methodically worked his way down to the back of her thighs. That hurt way worse than her ass cheeks. She had a high tolerance for pain, and tried not to give him the satisfaction of crying out, but by the time he had reached her thighs she was sobbing and screaming through the gag with a mixture of pain, fear, and embarrassment. Her embarrassment was the most disturbing and acute, stemming from the growing awareness that the combination of her throbbing ass, the fear-inspired adrenalines and endorphins flooding through her body, and the strong vibrations of the car engine against her sex had catapulted her to an entirely new level of sexual sensation. She could feel herself growing wetter by the minute until she could feel the droplets running down her legs. Every nerve ending in her body was screaming for release, for him. With every crack of his belt she craved him more, seized by the irrational conviction that if he did not fill and complete her with his cock and his come she would disintegrate into a pile of ash.

She could hear him panting behind her, knowing instinctually and with absolute certainty that it was not simply the exertion that impeded his breathing. It was his arousal. He was intoxicated by both her fear and excitement as well as his absolute domination and control of her mind and body. It was oddly peaceful.

After what seemed like hours, he stopped and traced along the angry, fresh red welts he'd raised with light fingers. "Beautiful," he breathed, seemingly awed by the artistry of his handiwork. Then he bent down and began to soothe the tortured skin with his warm tongue, and pulled her panties from her mouth as she gasped for air.

The sensations his tongue caused as it traced over her fresh wounds was so overwhelmingly tender and sensual that it transformed her sobs of pain to mewls of pleasure and then to a surprised scream of release as she suddenly found herself on the precipice and flung headlong down into maelstrom of another shuddering orgasm.

As she was coming, before she could focus or collect herself, she screamed as she felt him suddenly ram into her with his huge, swollen cock. He pulled nearly out of her, before slamming into her again from tip to hilt. He did this over and over again, mercilessly snapping his hips against her punished ass, now on fire from his renewed assault. His powerful cock pounded her against the car, which now seemed like one giant, relentless vibrator against her overstimulated clit and she could feel another orgasm building even as she tried to squirm away. "Oh no, oh no, oh no," she sobbed as her body was wracked by another orgasm, her pussy clamping down hard on his pulsing cock.

As her shudders subsided, she felt him pulling his cock out of her dripping wet cunt and then rubbing the swollen, wet head against the entrance to her other, narrower passage. She was too shocked and weakened to protest at first as he pushed the tip into her tight confines. She could feel him pulsate and instinctively clenched her muscles as he pushed in further.

"What are you doing?" she feebly protested, trying unsuccessfully to wriggle away from his insistent cock piercing her, with all the effectiveness of a fish struggling on a spear.

He leaned over, pressing her back into the car as he whispered into her ear. "You've got a very sweet little cunt and while I love to fuck it, you're also a very, very bad girl. And bad girls get fucked in the ass, so don't even think about trying to keep my cock out of there."

She felt herself clenching again, this time with excitement at his dirty talk and more than a little aroused at the thought of him filling her there, in her most forbidden orifice. Her experiences to date had been disappointing and awkward in that area to say the least, but being ravished in the ass by a strong, dominant man had long been one of her dirtiest, most secret fantasies. She wanted to feel overpowered. She wanted to feel forced against her will to alleviate her guilt over her forbidden longings. He was right. She was a bad, bad girl.

Ever the gentleman, he paused to pull a tube of lube from his pocket of treasures (did he travel with a collection of sex toys, she wondered?)

"I told you I get hard every time I look at your ass, and I'm not leaving any part of you unviolated," he threatened as he coated himself with lube and smeared a generous dollop in and around her entrance.

He leaned over her again and continued to whisper temptingly in ear with dirty, forbidden temptations, the same way she imagined Satan would whisper to Eve in the Garden of Eden.

"Are you a bad girl?" he whispered, licking at her ear with his wicked tongue.

"Yes," she answered dreamily, rutting her ass back against him. "I'm a very, very bad girl."

"And what happens to bad girls?" he encouraged.

"They get fucked in the ass and…" she stopped.

"And what?" he prompted, running his hands around her and pinching her nipples until she was breathless again.

"They enjoy it," she sighed, wiggling her ass against him again.

But as he pressed into her, she couldn't stop herself from clenching again reflexively. Smartly, he smacked her flaming ass a few times, causing her to squeal with shock and pain. "Open up, you naughty slut… open up for your master," he commanded.

Obediently, she relaxed as he began to penetrate her. Although slow and careful, she felt herself gulping for air as he stretched and filled her, the burn bringing tears to her eyes as she opened herself completely to him. She felt overwhelmed for a few moments by the intense pain and the feeling of being full, too full. There was no room for air, no room for anything inside her body but him and his enormous, marauding cock. When she finally felt his balls against her still dripping pussy, she was so full of cock she felt like she could taste the tip of it in the back of her throat. It was the most deeply erotic, sensual experience she had ever had.

He began moving, pumping slowly at first and then with increasing force as she began full throated screaming, first with pain, and then suddenly the knife edge of pain slipped and became mixed with increasing pleasure. It felt like every thrust stroked the walls of her pussy just on the other side and pulled deliciously at her most sensitive, responsive spots. The onrush of overwhelming sensation and the relentless vibration of the car motor against her clit caused her to shiver violently and to orgasm again and again until she began to try to pull herself away from the car, only to find herself speared ever more deeply by his brutal thrusts. Her sore ass stung and hurt like hell, but the throbbing only added to the intensity of the sensations that wracked her entire body. The erotic sensations built and built, demanding release over and over. When he reached under her and stuffed his fingers into her pussy, she began sobbing, "no more, no more, no more, Oh God, I'm coming again" as she climaxed hard yet again, stuffed completely full of him and wondering in a confused way if her body could withstand any more orgasms. Could you die from too many orgasms?

He pulled his fingers out of her and grasped her hips hard enough to leave bruises as his breathing became increasingly ragged. His grunts and sounds became more frenzied and bestial as he told her how much he loved fucking her hot, tight little ass, how he knew she'd be like this. "Oh, fuck, you're going to make me come, Emma," he said almost despairingly as he stopped and she felt his cock, impossibly, growing even bigger within her as she trembled and quaked around him. Moments later, he surged into her hard as he spurted his hot come into her ass with a hoarse shout. He collapsed on top of her, then they both slid boneless off the still vibrating car and fell into the leaves, his arms still wrapped around her as she continued to shake, her arms still tied behind her.

She felt him pull on the rope and the knot instantly uncoiled. She turned and buried her face her face in his chest, crying as he held her, stroking her hair and saying "Shh, shhh" over and over. She could hear his heart beating wildly and his hands shook a little. She clung to him. Improbably, she felt warm and safe in his arms even as she felt his warm cum leaking from her ass.

In truth, they were both shocked by the intensity of the experience. For a few minutes, their mutual ecstasy had felt frighteningly close to spontaneous combustion. Silently, he pulled out a flask of brandy, handed to her, and she gratefully took a few long, restorative pulls. He did the same, and they lay there together watching the stars and clinging to each other for what seemed like a long time.

When they had calmed down enough to realize they were both freezing, he raised himself up on his elbow and gazed down at her thoughtfully. They stared at one another in the darkness, until surprisingly, he bent down and captured her lips in a surprising and uncharacteristically tender kiss. His kiss was warm and soft and she found herself responding as his tongue ran along her lips and gently probed her. His hand caressed her cheeks and pushed back her hair, threading his fingers gently through the tangled strands and loosening the leaves caught in her curls. He'd never kissed her like this before. It was perhaps the biggest surprise of an evening full of shocks and unspeakable acts. It was the kiss of a lover. When it was over, she had to touch her lips to make sure that she hadn't imagined it.

He finally broke the kiss and stood up, then helped her to her feet, brushing the leaves and dirt from her and helping to button her up, put her coat back on, and put herself back together.

"There," she said, giving her blouse a final pat. "Am I tidy?"

He smiled at her ruefully, smoothed her hair back and rearranged it around her shoulders. "You'll do," he said, amused.

He opened the car door for her, but she paused before she got in and turned to face him. "Hook?" she said questioningly.

"Yes?" he answered, gazing down at her.

"The next time you want to 'play' with me, remind me to wear full body armor," she said. With that she carefully sat down, wincing with pain as her backside made contact with the hard seat of the Lamborghini.

He grinned at her.

They got back to Tony's in plenty of time. Gold and Belle were still on dessert and no one appeared to have noticed the temporary absence of Gold's expensive automobile. Hook discreetly dropped the keys behind the valet stand as he entered. Emma wasn't with him. When he'd pulled around back, he'd asked her if she'd fancy a drink.

"Uh, I don't think that would be good idea," she responded. "I'm going home."

"Fair enough. See you in church?" he asked impishly.

Emma heaved an exasperated sigh. "Do you have any shame at all?" she demanded.

"Not a bit," he answered blithely pulling her into him for another kiss, this time an overtly sexual and demanding one.

She pushed him away. "I know you're not a priest so you can drop the act around me. Oh, and by the way, you're going to hell."

He just laughed at her. "Well if that's the case, I'd better be sure to have plenty of sinful fun before the Day of Judgment puts an end to it all."

"What if I told everyone?" she demanded.

"You won't," he said confidently.

"How can you be so sure?" she flipped her hair impatiently and moved a little to relieve the pressure on her sore ass.

"First, you're addicted to the sex. You aren't even close to realizing all of your secret submissive fantasies at this point. Second, I look very fetching in my clerical collar," he preened a little, the bastard!

"You are one cocky son-of-a-bitch," she huffed. "Although I acknowledge you do look very sexy in your collar, don't flatter yourself. I can take it or leave it."

He gave her a long pensive look. "Swan, your little shows of bravado are endearing but actually rather pitiful. Not only have you shown up in my office dressed as a schoolgirl and invited me to spank and fuck you, but tonight you freely submitted to a strapping from my belt and then multiple orgasms while I fucked you in your tight little ass. I wonder what Storybrooke would think to learn these highly interesting tidbits about the town's most wholesome, golden, All-American good girl?" He smirked and pinched her nipple hard.

She flushed then and set her lips as she glared at him. "This is NOT a healthy relationship," she said.

"Who said it was a 'relationship' as you so charmingly call it?" he responded insolently. "As far as I can tell, you're the one who is stalking me."

"I fucking hate you so much," Emma said intensely, her voice and face fuming with rage.

He turned toward her then, a speculative look on his foxy face. He seized her head between his hands, one hand winding through her hair, and put his face inches from hers.

"That just makes me want to fuck you more," he said seductively. He captured her lips in a kiss so bruising she could taste blood when, struggling, she pulled away, opened the car door, and practically ran all the way to the blessed sanctuary of home.