He tore at her chemise and a large portion of it came ripping away, leaving her upper body completely exposed. She fell to her knees, her head bowed low and her long hair hanging in her face. Hook lowered himself to the floor and held a fistful of her hair. He pulled her up so that her bare breasts were exposed to Peter and he grinned.
"Have you ever seen anything so fine, Pan? She's breathtaking. Reach out and touch her. Feel how soft her flesh is." Wendy's head hung low and Peter tried to catch her eyes. He kept his eyes averted from her chest, doing his best to respect her privacy. But Hook pushed her toward him and she nearly landed in his lap. Peter reached out a shaking hand and caressed her cheek. Making her look up at him, his gaze held hers and he gave her shaky smile. Hook shook his head and grabbed Peter's hand. Forcing it down, Hook brought Peter's hand to one of Wendy's breasts and Hook's hand covered Peter's.
"Feel how soft she is," he hissed into Peter's ear. Peter blushed as he fought to keep his eyes on Wendy's face. She kept her head upright but closed her eyes, tears leaking over the sides. Hook moved Peter's hand around her nipple and Peter fought to pull his hand away.
"Take her into your mouth, boy. No more hesitations or it shall mean a sound beating for her. And we would hate to scar that beautiful body." Swallowing his tears, Peter lowered his head to her breast and sucked gently. Despite his fear, Peter had longed to touch her for years and took advantage of this chance to caress her soft skin. Wendy's body betrayed her; despite what was happening to her, a jolt of electricity shot through her and she let out a little moan. Peter heard it and he began to suck harder. Hook heard it and laughed.
"Well, well, seems Miss Darling enjoys this treatment. Shall we give her more, Peter? Pull of the rest of her clothing. Let's see the rest of this glorious body." Peter lifted his head and leaned in close, touching his forehead to Wendy's. With trembling hands, he gathered the remaining material and pulled it up over her head.
"Lie down, Wendy, so that we may see your treasures." Stifling a sob, Wendy stretched her legs out in front of her and lowered herself to the floor. Hook cut her ropes free and with one hand, he held her wrists over her head. Peter's eyes longed to travel the length of her body but he didn't want it like this. He wanted Wendy in private, where they could both enjoy the pleasures they would give each other. He wanted to hold her in his arms and make her cry out his name. Not like this. With no shame, he had watched the Indians in the act of lovemaking and had been intrigued. It looked fun and immensely pleasurable. But he knew they had wanted it and right now, Wendy did not want this. Hook would force Peter on Wendy and then she would hate him. He could not take that. Shaking his head, Peter backed into his corner and looked up at the ceiling. Hook's face grew dark and he yanked on Peter's chain. Feeling the collar constrict around his windpipe, Peter gasped for breath.
"You will obey my every order, boy, if you want to keep her from harm. Feel her body. Put your hands on her, now." Peter took a deep breath and moved closer to her. If he could make it enjoyable for her, maybe he could make her forget that Hook was there and could keep him from harming her. Peter's roughened hands rested on her cheek and he made her look into his eyes. Holding her gaze, his hands glided down her body, causing her skin to tingle. He wished she could hear his thoughts as he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her lips. Her body arched against his, as she let out a tiny moan. It was just like her dream. He was causing her skin to tingle and she did her best to pretend it was just the two of them. He kissed her deeply and his hands traveled the length of her body. He noted how soft and pale her skin was. Feeling himself growing hard with desire, he shuffled over her body and his tongue followed his fingers up and down. Wendy gasped with pleasure when he took her breast into his mouth again and his tongue circled around her nipple. His other hand raked across her lower stomach, to her hipbone, down between her legs where a small patch of curls grew and Peter had an intense urge to kiss her from head to toe.
"Do I need to teach you how to pleasure a woman, boy? Insert your fingers, one at a time. We must loosen her virgin riches." Peter went red at Hook's mocking tone. Glancing up at Wendy, he hesitantly inserted a finger and felt how hot and wet she was. He had no idea why but it drove him crazy. Wendy's eyes closed and her legs fell open in a wanton display. Of course she had never been touched like this (it would be a lie to say she hadn't experimented in the privacy of her bedroom) but Peter was the one person she did want to share this with. Her chin rose toward the ceiling as she felt jolts of pleasure in her tender core. Peter inserted another finger and it made him even harder to feel how tight she was. He could imagine what it might feel like to thrust his hardness into her and feel her enveloping him with her warmth. Throaty moans were coming from her as his fingers quickened their pace. As Hook watched, he decided Peter was a natural. But he was growing hard and needed to join in as soon as possible. Hook didn't like to sit back and watch; he noticed Peter lowering his head to meet his fingers and he pushed him aside, putting a finger to his lips. Wendy didn't notice the change of partners and she let out a cry when Hook's tongue pushed past her folds and massaged her clit. Peter watched him, both intrigued and jealous. He knew Wendy thought it was him but it was Hook who would bring Wendy over the edge. Hook's hand went to her thigh and squeezed as he sank deeper into her. Forgetting he had no hand to caress the other thigh, his hook dug into her skin and Wendy, realizing who was between her legs, let out a whimper and a cry. Pushing herself up on her hands, she fought to get away but Hook's tongue dug deeper and Wendy was torn between horror and ecstasy. She was getting close and she felt like she couldn't stop now. Peter noticed and he leaned forward and claimed her mouth with his. Moaning into his mouth, her hands clutched at his hair as she reached her peak. Not breaking their kiss, Peter held tightly to her face as if determined to show Hook and Wendy that she belonged to him.
"And that's how you do it boy," came Hook's lusty voice. He wiped his face clean and grinned down at both of them. Wendy clamped her legs together and drew them up against her chest.
"I enjoyed our lesson. Perhaps tonight I shall teach Peter Pan how to please a woman with something other than his hands and mouth." Peter kept his mouth shut. Still chuckling, Hook left the room, closing the door behind him. Peter glanced at Wendy but didn't know what to say. She hid her face in her arms and he could hear her sobbing. He looked around and grabbed the gown she had been wearing earlier. Her chemise was ruined, torn into two. He uncertainly draped it around her shoulders and she pulled it close. He moved in close and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her into him. She nuzzled against his bare chest and he felt her tears streaming down his torso. He whispered soothingly into her hair, holding her close, telling her everything would be alright. She moved away from him and pulled the gown on over her head. The slit was even longer now but at least it covered her somewhat. She lay her head in his lap and closed her eyes. Peter stroked her hair lovingly and she fell asleep to his caresses.