Chapter 14: S.O.S

AN: I'm sorry that my updates are taking longer to post, but I've been busy lately. This story wouldn't be the same without my wonderful editor and friend Natalie! Thank you to everyone for reading and reviewing. This chapter is named after Rihanna's song 'S.O.S

A loud knock on Killian's cabin door made him pull his eyes away from Graham, but when he looked back, he was gone. I'm bloody hallucinating, he thought as he shook his head, gently moving a slumbering Emma off his chest onto his bed. He put on his pants and walked over to the door, cracking it open to see his father smiling at him.

"We are running low on rum and food, and you know very well that a pirate ship with a rum shortage is a very dangerous thing," Jack warned him. "There is a small portside town not too far away — and offhand, the men are in need of female company, so it's my suggestion we bring a few lasses back with us for the journey. The crew grew very restless yesterday on hearing your activities with the princess .Would you like to partake in some gambling and pretty lasses with us?" he asked, raising a brow.

"They will only have three hours in port, so tell the men to make the most of it — and no more than three women are to be brought aboard," he agreed, knowing from experience that it was needed for a successful voyage. A lack of rum and the company of woman was a recipe for violence, ending in the loss of members of his crew. The addition of his beautiful princess being aboard, along his and Emma's inability to keep their hands off each other, would make the men even more volatile. He knew Emma wouldn't be happy about it, but he didn't want the men trying to get to her. "I'll be staying aboard to make sure our prisoner doesn't escape," he finally declined.

"Ah, I understand, my lad," he winked at him, knowing the true reason why he didn't want to go to the tavern. His dark eyes lowered, seeing the necklace around his neck. "I noticed you still have the necklace that I gave you those few days before I was unable to return to you."

"Aye, Captain Hayes gave me my first job on his ship The Hades Raider because of it. He recognized the necklace before me," Killian replied, nodding and making his father grin.

"Captain Hayes," Jack hummed out, looking up and trying to remember the pirate. Then it hit him. "I recall he was missing an eye, after a nasty bar fight. Whatever became of him?"

"Captain Kelley killed him when his crew took over our ship. He told them that I was your son, and I was being held for ransom for when you returned. Captain Kelley spared me so he could get the ransom from you, and I worked for him until he realized you weren't coming back when I was sixteen…so he tried to kill me at port." He leaned out the door, lowering his voice to a whisper. "I gutted the bloody bastard and then stole his ship — well, she's my ship now."

"You're a bloody brilliant pirate — and I always knew you would be. I'll let you get back to your princess," he grinned proudly, swaggering off to join the crew.

"Wait," Killian called out, only wearing his leather pants when he walked out into the hall. "When you're at port, get a feast fit for a royalty, would you? You, Emma and I could have a dinner to celebrate your return and our upcoming victory. I stashed some gold in the light fixture in your cabin — use it for the food."

"I will get a glorious feast that your princess will love — and lots of rum too," he nodded as Killian turned, going back into his cabin.

Killian smiled when he reached the bed, seeing Emma's hands reaching out for him in her sleep. "Killian," she mumbled out, her hands searching more frantically while she frowned.

"I'm right here, love." He took off his pants and then climbed under the covers, joining her. Her hands made contact with his chest, her fingers running along his skin and her frown turning into a small, sleepy smile.

"Mmm, Killian," she moaned out in her sleep, and he felt happiness and relief that she was dreaming of him, not Graham. "Love you," she whispered, nuzzling his chest with her lips and one of her arms encircling his waist.

He leaned down, kissing the top of her head. "I love you, Emma." Killian couldn't take his eyes off his exhausted wife, who was happily sleeping on his chest. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on in his long life, a thought which reminded him of the words Graham had said to him in his dream — about having to choose between Emma and revenge. He didn't give me any bloody proof, he thought, but then he looked up to see the mirror covered by a sheet. "Bloody hell," he cursed in a low voice.

The Evil Queen's castle

Regina ran her red fingernails down Baelfire's chest, leaving red scratch marks. A satisfied smirk was plastered on her face as she looked up at him. "You're rougher than I imagined you would be, but I like that in a man." She leaned in and kissed him roughly on the lips. "How do you plan to explain your visit to my castle and then your disappearance?"

"I'll tell my father I'm seducing you to steal your power and that I plan on double crossing you — when it's really he who will pay the price. He chased my mother away and forced me to wait hundreds of years for revenge on Hook. He made me into the man I am today," Bae said to her, seeing a flicker of understanding in her eyes.

"There is even more power that we could take for ourselves." Regina smiled, seeing the interest in her new lover's eyes. "My mother has very strong magic, which would make us unstoppable."

"We'll have to find a way to acquire it, then," he grinned, rolling her beneath him. "Every enemy of ours will regret the day that they crossed us, my queen," he added before kissing her.

A portside tavern

Captain Jack Sparrow grinned, pulling stacks of coins towards him on the table. A very attractive and voluptuous brunette was sitting on his lap. "It seems that I win once again," he drawled out, getting plenty of glares from the men around the table. "I could stay here and take more of your money, but this pretty lass requires my attention now."

"I do," the brunette told him, her eyes staring at him lustfully. "Let's take this party and the rum upstairs." She ran her hands down his chest and then took his hand, standing up to lead him to her room. "So, Captain, how long will you be spending in our little town?" she asked him, walking with him through the main area of the tavern towards the stairs.

"Only a few hours, so we should make the best of it, love," he told her, following her up the stairs to see her looking back in disappointment. "Don't worry — we'll surely make the most of our time together," he winked at her.

"I've always wanted to go aboard a pirate ship," she told him, taking him into her room and shutting the door behind them. "I find pirates very intriguing and very sexy, especially pirate captains," she added, pulling him over to the bed and kissing him as she started to undress him.

The Jolly Roger – the Captain's quarters

Killian couldn't stop staring at the covered mirror in the room, a frown on his face from knowing that no one had been in the room to cover it. He remembered Graham's words of warning, the memory making him furious. He didn't want to choose between Emma and his revenge against the crocodile. His gaze landed on a sleeping Emma in his arms, knowing that he wouldn't part from her — even if it meant putting aside his plans for revenge formed over three hundred years. However, Graham didn't say his father couldn't seek it, and Killian knew that his father wouldn't put aside his revenge against the Dark One for killing the love of his life.

"Killian," Emma's voice squeaked out, pulling him out of his thoughts. He looked down at her, seeing utter exhaustion and contentment on her beautiful face. Her lost voice was the final straw: he couldn't help releasing a very smug, satisfied smirk. "Water. Can't. Move." She couldn't even speak a full sentence or even hold up her head well. Emma tried to get control of her muscles, but her body was still limp from all of the orgasms he had given her.

"Thirsty, love?" he asked, running his fingers gently over her lips when she gave him a very weak nod. Killian couldn't help but feel pride at rendering his wife unable to move or speak after he had pleasured her for hours. He reached next to the bed and grabbed a flask full of water. "Here's water," he said, holding it up to her lips and tilting it to give her a drink, able to tell she didn't have control of her limbs yet.

"Mmm," she moaned, drinking the water slowly before snuggling happily against his chest. She was too tired to vocalize the gratitude she felt.

Killian ran his hands through her silky, long hair. "We are docked at port to collect supplies and give my crew a well-deserved time to drink, gamble, and seek the company of women — and now, I need to check on our prisoner," he explained to Emma, feeling her nodding against his chest with her eyes closed. Killian left out the part about the women coming aboard, deciding to address that fact later on. "I'll be right back, darling." He kissed the top of her head, laying her on the pillow. He pulled his pants back on but didn't bother with any other clothing, stopping to look back at his princess when he reached the door of the cabin. Emma was already asleep once again, her arms wrapped around his pillow.

Killian made his way to the brig, walking in to see the prince wide awake, staring at him with hatred in his dark eyes. He swaggered over to him nonetheless, smirking. "Are you enjoying your stay?" he asked, moving closer to him. "I know that Princess Emma is very much enjoying her pleasurable stay on my ship." The prince turned his face away from the pirate, but Killian grabbed his head roughly to make him look at him. "Do you really think that she will want you after having shared my bed? I've rendered her unable to move and barely talk after the ravishing I've given her today. She craves me, and she'll find the idea of sharing a bed with any other man laughable." Killian wanted to tell him Emma was truly his in every way — that she was his wife — but he needed to keep that fact hidden until they possessed the dagger.

"You are mistaken, pirate. Princesses are raised to think only of their future kings' happiness and pleasure, not their own," Ethan replied, which made Killian laugh loudly. "It's true!" he glared at him.

Killian leaned in closer to the prisoner. "Not this princess — she's my princess," he grinned as Ethan fought against his restraints to try and lunge at him.

"You promised me that I could have her!" Ethan hissed, furious at the pirate calling Emma his when Emma belonged to him. "She wants a prince, not a pirate."

Killian rubbed his chin and looked up at the ceiling. "How certain are you that she wants a prince over a pirate captain? Would you be willing to wager it?" he asked, looking down at the prince. It was very apparent Prince Ethan knew nothing about Emma in thinking she wanted a prince.

"I'm absolutely certain of it. What would you like to wager?" Ethan asked him, thinking there was absolutely no way that Emma would want Captain Hook over him. He knew that Emma had loved a commoner before, but he had become a respectable knight in her kingdom, not a scoundrel or a pirate.

Killian's blue eyes lit up with excitement upon hearing the prince's cockiness. "If you are so sure of what Emma wants, then we'll let her chose between us once you get the dagger," he drawled out casually, seeing the prince tense up at the proposal. "But I'll understand if you're too much of a coward to let her choose."

"I'm not a coward!" Ethan yelled, glaring at the pirate. He despised to be branded a coward, even by a pirate he thought to be below him. "I knew you would want more gold, more women, or jewels — and I can offer all of those."

"I've got plenty of gold, jewels, and there are many women just aching to be with me," Killian explained, smirking when saying the last part. "A princess choosing a pirate named Captain Hook over a prince would just feel so bloody good. If she chooses me, then you will go home empty-handed to your kingdom, and you can keep your four noblewomen for yourself. Are you in on the wager?"

"When she chooses me, then you will leave my kingdom with only two noblewomen," he said, pausing. "We have a wager."

A wide, satisfied grin crossed Killian's lips. "I love a good bet, but I love winning even more." He leaned in closer to his prisoner. "I have a princess eagerly awaiting my return. Enjoy your evening, boy." He couldn't help rubbing in the fact that Emma was in his bed before he walked out of the brig, a huge grin still on his face. The look on Ethan's face would be priceless when Emma choose him, not the prince.

Meanwhile

Jack dressed while looking at the brunette girl named Juliet, who was lying on the bed with a huge grin on her face. "I love pirates," she sighed, rolling over to look at him. "Please take me with you, Captain — at least for a little while." Her hopeful green eyes were set on his.

"You're in luck, lass — we are looking for women to come along on the ship with us," Jack smiled at her, watching excitement fill her eyes. "We can only take three women, so you must be willing to entertain any man who desires you on the ship," he informed her.

"I do this for a living, so I think I can handle it. What is the name of your boat, Captain?" she asked him, truly excited.

"Never call a pirate's ship a 'boat'." He paused, a very serious look on his face. "I'm a captain, but it's not my ship — it's a joint voyage between my crew and another crew. We need to go grab supplies before we take off. Are you sure you want to come along?"

"I'd love to," she grinned, packing a bag. Juliet hoped that she could make Captain Sparrow or the other captain aboard fall for her so she could leave her old life behind. She would do anything to secure a new life.

The next morning - very early

Killian started to get out of bed, but Emma's arms reached out, grabbing him. "Not so fast, Captain." Emma's voice was still a little hoarse, but it sounded much better. "I want a kiss," she whispered into his ear, making him chuckle.

"It seems like my lady wants more than a kiss," he said, turning around with a huge smirk on his face. "What kind of a gentleman would I be if I denied you what your heart desires?" Emma had a smirk on her face as well when he leaned in to kiss her lovingly before pulling away. "Are you sore, my love?" he asked, running his hands through her tangled hair.

"A little," Emma confessed, leaning her forehead against his. "I was hoping we could stop for a while so I could take a bath." She definitely needed one after their long lovemaking.

"It can be arranged, but you will need to wear one of my black shirts to bath in — because I'll kill my men if any of them tried to see you naked. Trust me, they will try to get a look." Killian scowled at the idea of any man but him seeing Emma naked.

"Will you come out with me?" she asked, leaning in to kiss him again, his arms holding her to him.

"I'm not letting you go out alone, love," he told her, running his hands down her back. "I'd better get to the deck to check on the crew — but you can go back to sleep."

Emma looked up to rest her chin on his chest. "No — I want to see my husband in action…but I might need help getting up."

Killian smiled at her and passionately kissed her one more time before helping her out of the bed. She wobbled on her feet for a minute before she found her footing. They both dressed and then made their way above deck to see all of the crew hard at work, Prince Ethan secured to the mast of the ship.

"Is it necessary to have him tied up like that, Captain Jones? It doesn't look too comfortable," Emma said to Killian, playing the part of the concerned princess.

"Lass, that's the whole point of it. He's my prisoner," he grinned at her, wrapping his arms around her and leaning his face close to her lips. "You, on the other hand, I consider a guest, whose company I enjoyvery much." He leered at her, Emma fighting the smile she felt on hearing his words.

"Captain, please," Emma whispered, her cheeks flushing pink as she dutifully played her part. She was now embarrassed that everyone had heard them yesterday and last night.

"Mm, I love it when you blush — especially when you are underneath me," he rasped, brushing his lips up against hers and eliciting a soft moan from Emma as she gripped the lapels of his coat. "You love it, don't you? You love the way it feels when I'm thrusting inside you, and you always want more," his husky voice sexily teased, slowly running one of his hands down her neck while watching her breath catch in her throat. "There will never be another man who can give you the pleasure I can," he breathed out. Emma stared at him, taking deep breaths and trying to suppress her lust, feeling her mask of indifference crumbling. "And you wouldn't be the first woman to feel that way, darling," he smirked, anger flashing in Emma's eyes as she pushed him away and glared at him. Killian had noticed her losing control of her emotions, so he was forced to say that line.

"You definitely won't be the last — he'll hide the truth from you, but a pirate like him can't be loyal to any woman," Prince Ethan yelled out to Emma from the mast. "He just had three other girls brought aboard at the last port."

Emma turned her back to Ethan and raised a questioning brow at her husband, anger and jealousy shining in her eyes. Emma knew the girls weren't for him, but she couldn't contain her fury at hearing about it from someone other than Killian.

"Now, my princess, there is no need to be jealous," Killian taunted, pulling her up against his body once more. "The men were growing very restless after having such a beautiful girl aboard and being unable to touch her. Our inability to control our lust and constant need for each other wasn't helping either," he explained, holding Emma by the hips as his blue eyes stared at her wantonly. Killian couldn't show his love for her in front of the prince, so he only let his lust be seen.

"He is filthy, lying pirate. Don't let him fool you, Emma — he doesn't care about you!" Prince Ethan called out to her, trying to talk some sense into her.

"Hey, I thought you said you could only bring three of us. Who is she?!" Emma heard an angry female voice resonating on the deck of the ship, getting the attention of everyone on the ship. A black-haired woman in her mid-twenties narrowed her hazel eyes at Emma, giving her a once-over. "She's not one of the girls from our tavern, so did you find her in another town's tavern?"

Rage erupted in Killian at the woman's assumption that Emma was a whore. "She is not a tavern whore — you are here to entertain my men, not to question anything on my ship!" The pupils of his eyes dilated until his eyes looked black. "She is mine! You will treat her with respect, or I'll tie you to the mast with the prince here."

"She's sorry, Captain. Aren't you, Katherine?" Juliet said, walking up next to the woman who angered Killian and giving him an apologetic look.

"Yes, I'm very sorry, Captain —and you too, miss," Katherine swore, frightened by the Captain's behavior towards her and slightly bowing to him.

"I promise you won't have any more problems, my Captain. Thank you for allowing us on your ship," Juliet bowed, giving him a good view of her ample breasts. "I'm Juliet. It's a pleasure to meet you," she introduced herself, locking her gaze on his eyes.

Oh, hell no! Emma thought, seeing redness at the look the very voluptuous, slightly older Juliet was giving her husband — and she was calling him "my captain!" She looked over to see Killian's eyes set on the girl's cleavage. Emma's hands moved under Killian's jacket, digging into his chest roughly. The movements made him smirk as he glanced at Emma from the corner of his eye.

"Please, call me Captain Hook, and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance too," he amended in a flirtatious, dangerous voice, which always made women weak in the knees from lust. It didn't fail this time either, as both women gave him extremely lustful looks. Killian had to admit Juliet was very attractive, but he had no interest in her — and she couldn't hold a candle to his wife. "Where is the other girl who came aboard with you?"

"Right here, Captain Hook," a short blonde girl replied, running up from below deck and wiping her mouth as Mr. Gibbs, his father's first mate, appeared. There was a satisfied smile on his face when he tied his pants.

"There are strict rules on my ship that you three must obey: the first is that you will address me as Captain or Captain Hook, and you will do the same with Captain Jack," the tone of his voice lowering while he turned to point out his father. "The second is that you will not distract my men when I give them a task to take care of; the third is you will clean my ship daily, leaving her spotless. Fourth, you will not converse with, touch, or go near our prisoner. The last, and the two most important: you will not enter my quarters unless asked to do so by me, and you will treat my Emma with respect."

"Yes, Captain Hook," the three women replied in unison, swooning looks on their faces.

Emma felt her jealousy and possessiveness growing stronger every passing moment. "Let me go, Captain," Emma growled out, fuming as she struggled to get out of his arms.

"Darling Emma," Killian purred out, walking towards her as she backed away from him. "It seems you're upset, so come here and let me…comfort you."

Emma glanced over at the three women, only to see them smirking at her and ogling her husband. She started to walk towards Killian. "I'm sure you are aware that princesses do not like to share, Captain — and I will not share you with anyone." She narrowed her eyes at him. "I'd rather spend the rest of my stay in the brig before sharing you — do I make myself clear? Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go back to sleep." Emma started to walk past him, but Killian grabbed her and pulled her to him roughly.

"I'm the captain of this ship, Princess. I decide what happens on my ship — I make the demands and you follow them," he growled at her, holding her tightly. "Men, stop the ship! I believe our princess needs to cool off," he yelled at his crew, trying to pull Emma over to the other side of the ship.

"You will not hurt her!" Prince Ethan yelled out from the mast, desperately trying to get loose.

Killian chuckled darkly, looking over at him. "You really aren't very bright, are you?" he asked, shaking his head and still holding Emma tightly in his arms. "She wants me, not you. She can't stand the idea of me touching another woman, and it's something that bothers her so much she'd rather spend the night in the brig." The ship finally came to a halt, and the men dropped the rope ladder into the water. "Are you going in on your own, or do I need to throw you in?" he mischievously asked Emma, loosening his grip on her arms.

Emma moved out of arms quickly and walked over to the ladder on the side of the ship, but inside of going down the ladder, she dived into the sea and started swimming, not looking back at the ship. She heard a splash as she swam to a small nearby island with rocks, relishing the feel of the seawater on her sweaty skin. As she reached the inland shore, she gasped when she felt something grab her legs. Killian slowly rose up from under the water, pulling her body to him.

"Emma, I only allowed those women aboard so my men wouldn't try anything with you. You are the only woman I desire." Killian's blue eyes stared at her lovingly, and he leaned in to kiss her softly, pressing her back up against the rocks.

"Why didn't you tell me that this morning? And don't think I didn't see you staring at Juliet's chest!" Emma growled out, pushing him away from her and not ready to listen to him yet.

"You are jealous," Killian said in awe, realizing it wasn't all just acting while a smile played on his lips. Seeing it only made Emma more furious with him. "I admit I might have looked at the girl's, uh, assets, but they were there and I am a man, darling. It's not like I tried to get a look at them," he explained, relishing the fact that she was as possessive of him as he was of her. He pressed her body further against the rocks.

"So it's okay if I look at another man, as long as he is right there in front of me?" Emma sneered at him, seeing any amusement in his eyes gone and now replaced by jealousy, anger, and possessiveness. She smiled smugly, running one hand down his chest seductively while unlacing his pants with the other. "If I belong to you, then you belong to me," Emma whispered softly, licking her lips.

"Emma," he groaned out, aroused by her teasing. He crashed his lips onto hers, threading his fingers through her long wet hair. The sound of his men whistling and catcalling off in the distance forced him away from the kiss. "We should continue this somewhere more private, love." His breath caught in his throat when he felt her hand enclose his hardened member.

"I want to know whom you belong to, Killian," she said, smirking on seeing his hooded gaze consumed by love and lust. Emma fought her shyness, allowing her need to declare this handsome pirate hers take control as her hand stroked him slowly, deliberately teasing him. "Tell me that you're mine," Emma said, leaning in to press her forehead against his.

Killian let out a soft moan of pleasure, reaching out to hold onto a jutting rock behind Emma and trying to control his desperate need for her. He always had been the one in control, the possessive one, yet here she was, taking charge. His innocent princess was growing bolder by the day — and it was all thanks to him. "Emma," he groaned, throwing his head back slightly when her hand increased the pace of the strokes.

"Say it…" Emma leaned in to nibble on his earlobe, feeling the tingling of her magic sparking as she sent it to him through her hand. A loud grunt of pleasure left Killian when the combined pleasure of her hand and her magic ran through him. "Tell me," Emma crooned into his ear, forcing more magic through her into him. His arm was gripping her waist, while the other clung to a rock on the island. "Tell me you belong to me and only me, Killian," she repeated seductively, slowing down the movement of her hand and withdrawing her magic.

"Don't you bloody dare stop, lass," Killian rasped out, his gaze wild from need and lust. He pulled her into a kiss while trying to undo her pants, ravaging her mouth with his tongue.

Emma pulled away from him and swatted his hand away, sending a wave of magic through his body and earning a loud groan of pleasure from him. "I won't stop…if you say the words I want to hear," she smirked, picking up the pace of her strokes. Killian's jaw clenched in anger, raw desire in his narrowed eyes while his chest heaved from the deep breaths he took, trying to control his lust. "You can continue to be stubborn, keeping quiet, so I'll stop," Emma threatened, leaning in close to his lips and staring into his eyes. "Or…you can tell me you belong to me, and I promise you won't be sorry you did."

Killian stared at her, unsure if he was aroused or furious with her. "Just as you belong to me, I belong only to you," he finally declared, pulling his wife into a rough, passionate, and greedy kiss. The rush of magic came over him through Emma, causing him to moan loudly into her mouth. Never in his long life had he felt such a strong, desperate, and relentless need for any woman like for Emma. He pulled away from her lips as he tried to hold back his release, which had started to wash over him. He lost that battle when Emma stroked him faster and sent another overpowering wave of magic through her hand. A primal groan of pleasure left his lungs, echoing through the air, and he felt like he was dying from intense euphoria when his release finally came.

Emma felt Killian's whole body go limp after his peak. "Killian, are you alright?" Emma asked, running her hand over his cheek.

"Mm," Killian moaned out, giving her a contented smile and making her grin at him. She finally felt like she had given him the same exquisite pleasure he had always given her. "Emma," he whispered, leaning his head on her shoulder and peppering her neck with soft, loving kisses.

"We should get back to the ship, Killian," Emma said to him, placing a kiss on his temple and proud to see he was the one now drunk from pleasure she had given him. She gently re-laced his pants underwater and then swam with him in her arms, pulling him back towards the ship while he recovered from the intense pleasure he had experienced from her touch and magic.

Once they were near the ship, she saw leers and stunned looks from the crew, all who were staring at her. Emma's cheeks turned pink, embarrassed again that everyone had been aware of what happened between her and Killian in the distance. Her eyes fell on the three women on the ship, glaring at her with hate and jealousy. Emma shot them a smug smirk, pulling a still recovering Killian into her arms.

Killian came back to his senses once they were near the rope ladder on the side of the boat. Emma's hands reached out for the ladder, but one of his covered hers while the other turned her chin towards him. Instead of the love she had just seen in them, his blue eyes now looked black from extreme lust and anger. Killian was mad — she had made him look utterly weak from her extraordinary strength of magic and from pleasure, both of which his crew had witnessed. "You're in deep trouble, my Emma — this time you will be unable to speak or move a muscle when I'm done showing you that it's you who belongs to me." He grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder, and a surprised shriek left her as Killian rushed up the ladder, glaring at his crew. "Under no circumstances are we to be disturbed — I've got a princess to take care of."

"Yes, Captain," the crew answered him, watching him carry a stunned and confused Emma towards his quarters and grab a long piece of rope on the way.

"He promised not to hurt her," Prince Ethan called out from the other side of the deck. He hadn't been able to see anything that had happened in the water because he was tied to the other side of the mast.

Captain Jack strolled up to him, grinning. "I can assure you, boy, that any screams you hear from the princess will only be ones of pleasure." He winked at the prince, who glared back at him.

Meanwhile

"Killian…" Emma called out to him as he shut his cabin door, locking it before placing her down on the ground. "I only wanted to hear that you belong to me…I didn't mean to shame you in front of your men," she whispered, still seeing lustful anger in his gaze.

"A captain must never show any signs of weakness in front of his crew — and you made me look weak," he hissed at her, ripping off her drenched shirt off. It fell to the ground in a wet plop. Emma closed her eyes, unsure if she was more frightened or aroused by Killian's current actions. She decided that for the first time since she had met him, she was truly frightened. "I'm Captain Hook — I render woman senseless with pleasure, not the other way around," he said, ripping off her pants and causing her to swallow hard. "You must be punished, my darling — but I assure you: you will love every moment of it," he whispered darkly into her ear while pushing her backwards to the bed. His wet clothes, adhered enticingly to his form, dripped water on the floor of the cabin.

Sudden fury at looking vulnerable in front of his crew had overwhelmed Killian, and in addition, the all-consuming pleasure Emma had given him in the water had him mindless with the need to dominate her. "I'm going to assume by your little display in the water that you are coming out of your shell of innocence," he purred out, laying her on the bed and hovering over her. "You've only experienced Killian Jones when I've taken you, because I was sure you could handle it. But your recent actions tell me you're now ready for Captain Hook," he smirked down at his naked wife below him. Grabbing the piece of rope and pushing her hands up above her head, he tied her wrists together and then to the headboard. Running his gaze over her naked form, he whispered huskily, "I promise you will love every second of this."

It's now or never, Emma convinced herself as she hardened her resolve, which had been growing since Killian disappeared and now Captain Hook was in his place. This had gone far enough. After all, she was raised to be a fighter, and though she didn't want to hurt him, it was time to show her husband that she was his equal and not his toy.