FYI: in this one there's a device they use that sounds too good to be true, but it's a real thing. Now on with our adorable, wholesome story:

He made sure the packages arrived a full three months before Emma's birthday. That way it was certain he'd have control of her sometime before then. He'd never known Emma to go more than three weeks without asking to play.

In the meantime he intentionally stopped trying to come up with anything new, or putting new spins on the usual. He still made sure she enjoyed herself, of course, but he could tell she'd noticed the difference. Probably just assumed he'd finally tapped out his creative well. There's only so much one can do, after all. And they were limited by circumstance.

One doesn't want to bring elaborate accessories into a house with a child. (They were both extremely conscientious about keeping their box locked, but 'first time for everything.' And probably the worst possible time.) If Henry discovered things like the garter belts and so forth it would still be horrifically awkward - but if those things were accompanied by a full array of more elaborate items all clearly designed for a single kinky purpose? There would be no recovering. The relationship between the three of them would be irrevocably altered beyond your standard 'I know more about your sex life than I'd like to' situation. Especially since Henry was still faaaaaaar to young to understand the complexities of sexuality.

So they made their decisions very carefully.

"Don't open this," he said one day as he slid the first package that arrived under her bed. "It's for your birthday." He said it without the slightest hint of innuendo in his voice. Gave her no reason to believe it was anything other than a new trinket of some sort. Same thing a week later when the second package arrived.

"You spoil me."

"Yes I do," he replied (again, completely nonchalant). He kissed her on the head and went off to work. He'd taken up work as a fish merchant, of course. Kept him in familiar territory - though the fisherman's plunder did stink a hell of a lot more than treasure. Still, it was a challenge in its own way.

The day of her birthday they were all assembled at the Charming's house enjoying the usual birthday festivities. The family had a whole day planned. Henry was making a bit of his own money doing odd jobs around town, so he treated Emma to a nice breakfast at Granny's. Followed by cake and gifts at the Charming's. Hook gave her a new leather jacket, black, and a a certificate for a day at the spa. Hour long full body massage, and whatever else she wanted. The spa offered a very upscale menu of the finest meals, and Hook had been supplying the owner with his best catches for free for months so Emma could pick and chose whatever she pleased.

Emma loved the gifts, but she side eyed him a bit. Two packages under the bed, but one of her gifts was a little piece of paper promising her a day of awesome. Later while everyone was milling around chatting and eating cake off of paper plates, Emma and Hook drifted to their own corner of the room.

She raised an eyebrow. "Do I have to ask?"

He chuckled.

"C'mon,' she elbowed him gently. "What else did you get me?"

"Nothing much," now he brought out the 'I'm implying something' look. "Just a few new game pieces."

He relished watching Emma try not to react. "Game pieces, that's . . . clever."

He grinned. "You'll get them the next time we play." He leaned close and whispered in her ear - just a sweet moment between a loving couple as far as anyone else could tell. "I promise they'll be a hell of a challenge."

Emma's first thought made her feel a little bit guilty. Regina's turn with Henry isn't supposed to be until next weekend, how can I pawn him off sooner?

"I'm a bad mother," she whispered to Hook.

He ran his Hook down her spine innocuously. (Such a sweet couple!) "eager to play, are we?"

"That, and I hate you." She walked away to socialize with others and spent the next two days beating her head against a wall trying to think of a plausible excuse for Regina's time to start early. The third day was her friend. Or rather, the third morning. It came to her out of the blue as she was sipping her morning coffee.

Hook was still asleep.

With both she and Regina in very serious relationships, he hadn't had much one on one time with either of them. But Robin was leaving for a five day hunting trip that day, and Regina had mentioned a few times how she'd miss him.

Henry can keep her from being lonely!

She ran the idea by Henry the moment he shuffled into the kitchen. He loved it. They called Regina right away (Henry's idea), and she was more than happy to accept the offer. Hook stepped out of the bedroom while they were rounding up Henry's things.

"What's this?" He asked with a yawn.

"I'm going to Regina's place early so she won't be lonely while Robin's gone!" Henry replied with animated excitement.

"Hm." Hook cast a glance at Emma. "That's very sweet of you Henry."

"It was Mom's idea!" He squeezed between Emma and Hook and trotted down the hallway. "I'm ready to go when you are."

Emma looked at Hook. The look. "Right behind you, kid," she called back. "I shouldn't be gone long pirate," she purred.

He went to work the second he heard the front door shut. He'd had the scenario planned out for a long time, so it was a quick job.

Emma barely had the door open a crack when it was flung open and she was yanked inside by her jacket collar and thrown against the wall with a bracing THUD.

"Eight days," Hook growled with his hook arm across her chest, pinning her to the wall. "You couldn't make it eight more days?!" He thrust his leg between her more than pliant thighs and moved his face close to hers. "You must be the most cock hungry creature alive, Swan. Is that the case?"

Her heart was racing faster than it had in months.

"IS IT?" He prompted her again, grinding his leg into her.

"Yes."

"Well - " he drove his tongue into her mouth and kissed her like it was an act of war while he tore open her pants. Then he pulled back and placed his hand flat against her belly, fingertips hovering just above her panties. "Let's just see how hungry, shall we?" He slid his hand down under her panties and kept going until he found what he was looking for. He groaned. "Already so bloody wet, and we've only just started." He worked two fingers into her as much as he could from that angle. "I imagine that you . . . " he started thrusting his hand upward as if trying to lift her up the wall, "Could. Take. Cock. All. Day!" He settled, withdrew his fingers, and held them up to Emma's gaze. "Couldn't you?"

"Can I?" she asked. "Please?"

Hook ran his slicked fingers over her lips. "Clean this mess up and I'll think about it."

Emma obeyed the order without pause.

Hook moved his hand so she had to tilt her head to the side. "You poor desperate thing," he rasped. "You really want your new toys, don't you?"

Emma moaned as she finished her job. "Yes. So much."

He ran his hook through her hair, sweeping it behind her back. "You know what I haven't heard from you in quite a while?" He bit down on her earlobe. "A good hard grovel." He threw her to the ground. "So get to it." While Emma begged he leaned against the wall, got his half-hard cock out, and stroked it to full attention while repeatedly telling Emma she wasn't begging hard enough. He couldn't tell if she really meant it. Maybe she'd rather just get herself off instead?

When her chest was heaving so hard Hook was worried she might hyperventilate, he lunged forward, grabbed her by the hair, and angled his cock right in front of her. She opened her mouth expecting him to either thrust in or push her head forward, but instead he pulled her head back at a tilt.

"Noooooo," he instructed as he let go of her hair and stroked himself over her face. "Keep. Begging - quietly!" He barked. "A man can only take so much noise." He stroked as the breath of her needy, whining whispers caressed his cock like feather light fingers. The faster and hotter her breath came, the closer he got to cumming. He angled slightly askew of her mouth so that when he did release a lot of it would end up on the right side of her face. He closed his eyes and let her beautiful pleading finish him off.

I forgot how well she could beg.

As per his 'be dull from now until gift day' plan, the handful of times they'd played since then he hadn't really pushed her to the max. Just a bit of whining and he gave her whatever the hell it was he'd promised. Which made the current sensory marvel of her fully surrendered pleas all the more intoxicating.

When he opened his eyes again, the sight before him was fantastic. Emma panting, eyes wide with anticipation and hope, half her face bearing evidence of her expert submission.

She gripped his legs. "Was it enough?"

Hook lifted her face up by the chin. "Take off your shirt and hand it to me. Bra too."

She did as she was told while Hook tucked his cock back in his pants.

He knelt down in front of Emma. "I know how much you enjoy licking my cum off your fingers -"

Her eyes lit up.

"But I'm giving you enough presents today." He wiped off her face with her shirt and tossed it and the bra aside. "Can't have you getting greedy. Don't pout, love. There will be other days." He snaked his hand under her panties again. She sighed as he rubbed circles over her clit. "But let's get today started, shall we?"

He stood up and reached into the pocket of one of the coats hanging by the door, and withdrew a roll of black electrical tape.

He set up a scene while I was gone!

"Press your wrists together. Don't cross them." He bound her wrists with the tape. "Get on all fours."

She balanced herself carefully while he pulled off her shoes and socks, and bound her around the ankles and knees as well. He walked around her, twirling the roll of tape on his hook.

"Alright. Your new toys are in our box. Crawl to it and we'll play."

Her first instinct was to pitch forward and go at it like crawling through trenches.

"NoNo." She felt Hook's stern foot on her back. "No, up on hands and knees."

Her excited shiver made Hook's cock twitch just a tiny bit. He'd spent the last several months dreaming of this game. "Off you go," he said as he lifted his foot off her back. He followed along beside her as she leapt through the apartment like a bound-up rabbit, and prayed she'd get to there room quickly despite the punishing hardwood floors.

Twice she attempted too far a leap and fell over. Part of him wanted to threaten that one more fall and he'd make her wait until sunset to get her presents. The greater the threat the harder she pushed herself, and it was his job to make sure she pushed herself. Yes. In any other circumstance he'd have threatened exactly that. Keep your damn balance! But he couldn't bring himself to risk delaying the game a second longer than necessary, even if the risk was small. Still, there had to be some kind of consequence or the game just wouldn't be . . . right. He wouldn't be a proper owner.

By the time Emma reached the bedroom door she was wincing every time her knees struck against the hardwood floor. But she plunged forward to the open closet door with no hesitation.

Hook was enormously proud of them both. Her for rising to the challenge. Him for leveraging the challenge in the first place when he'd desperately wanted to meet her at the front door, new toys in hand.

Emma knelt in front of the box and looked up at Hook, awaiting further instruction. It did not escape her notice that the riding crop was propped against the closet door. Hook heaved a deep sigh as he picked it up and ran it up the length of her back. "Now, you're getting eight lashes no matter what - one for each day you just couldn't bloody wait. But," he walked around to the other side of her, still running the crop over her skin, "you also fell down twice on the way here. Could've sprained your wrist or something and cost me an entire day's play." He lifted her chin with the crop. "And you are my favorite toy, Swan. So what to do . . . " he slung the crop against his shoulder as if it were a rifle. "What shall we do . . . ? How about, you either take the eight lashes, and wait another twenty minutes to open the box or you take eighteen lashes and open it now."

"Eighteen!" She replied without hesitation.

"Really? You'd rather I hurt you than wait a measly twenty minutes?"

She nodded aggressively. "Yes! Please!" She went on all fours to underline her willingness.

Hook brought the crop down with a smile. "And the Lady gets her way. You see?" He brought it down again. "I am sometimes nice." Another strike. "I expect good manners by the way." He struck on the word 'manners.'

She thanked him after each remaining strike.

When he finished, he took a moment to enjoy the sight of her flushed and panting, glad he'd given her a choice rather than sentencing her to the twenty minute wait.

He knows the difference between pain and cruelty, she thought. I am so goddamn lucky!

He took the key to the toy box out of his back pocket and tossed it down in front of her.

Again, not a moment's hesitation. Inside was a package wrapped in dainty pink wrapping paper, with "ribbon" trim fashioned out of black electrical tape. On the wrapping was written to: Whore. From: Owner. She ripped open the gift without a hint of modesty.

Hook chuckled.

Emma found herself looking at a deliciously mysterious combination. An object which bore little resemblance to a cock, but was clearly meant to be inserted. A dainty pink color almost the same shade as her wrapping paper. Beneath it was Hook's cell phone, and beneath that was a flowy black skirt. A few possibilities darted through Emma's mind, each making her core even more slick with arousal and her pulse speed up.

The reaction was not lost on Hook.

He flung her back and cut the bindings at her legs and knees with a blade they kept in the box. Then went about removing her pants and panties as slow as he could stand to with his cock so alert and enthused, trailing his fingers delicately down her legs as he worked.

"Ooooh," she whined. Really?"

Hook allowed the semi-question since she knew it often pleased him to hear her blatant frustration. "Almost there my lovely toy," he whispered. When he had her free of those garments, he cut the binding around her wrists as well. "Stand up and put on the skirt."

She realized when she put it on that it had deep pockets running straight down along the legs.

"Put your hands in the pockets."

Her breath hitched. The bottom and inner side of the pockets were slit. She could easily fit her hand through. The slit on the inside pocket stopped halfway up so it couldn't be seen by anyone. She figured if someone did catch a flash of it she could always be "embarrassed" not to have noticed that her pocket had a tear. The beginnings of a picture began to form in her mind. She hoped she was right.

"Sit back down. Here, facing me." When she was situated he gave her the pink -

Vibrator. Unless it sprouts legs once it's in there, it looks pretty standard. But what's with Hook's phone?

He snaked his hand up her skirt until he reached her center. "Now slide it in. Shouldn't be too difficult," he said as he pressed his hand flush against her and massaged slowly. "You're wet as hell." He removed his hand so she could do as he'd said after she finished licking his hand clean, as per usual. Then he picked up the phone with the most mischievous expression Emma had ever seen on him, even during their most challenging games.

"Stand up," he whispered.

He remained sitting, but scooted back a few feet for an easier view of her.

"I discovered this brilliant invention while I was gift shopping for you. The internet is the greatest thing about this realm, by the way. Anyhow . . ." he opened an app on the phone. All I have to do is this -"

He pressed a button and the thing inside her quivered a bit. Emma figured it would happen, but the sensation was still enough to elicit a delighted exclamation.

"And if I do this . . . " he tapped several times. With each tap the vibration grew more intense.

The muscles inside her rippled with pleasure. She was just starting to really get into it when Hook shut it off.

Dammit! I knew he was gonna do it, but dammit!

"All I had to do was load some software on your phone - being such a filthy thing, the app is invisible unless you put in a code, so I knew you wouldn't discover it - and now it doesn't matter if you're right here and I'm ten miles outside Storybrook. As long as there's a wifi signal, I could be halfway across the world and this lovely thing would work. No clue how -" he pressed the button again without warning.

Emma let out a soft whimper, and he turned it off.

"But it does." He stood up walked around behind Emma and yanked her hips against the hard-on he refused to take out of his pants despite the wanting cries of his body. Regardless how it would appear to the outside observer, the game wasn't strictly about getting him off. Sometimes he had to hurt himself to give Emma what she needed.

He brought his hook to her shoulder and swept her hair away from her ear. Then he bit her earlobe and tugged back. Hard enough to leave a mark, but soft enough that the mark would disappear shortly. They'd 'learned by doing' along the way. Only twice had Emma been forced to wear a band-aid over it and claim some small injury. Now they knew exactly how much they could get away with.

He grit his teeth and growled directly into her ear, "guess who's going to the Library?"

Emma's throat ran dry. God you're a genius!

"Am I wearing an actual shirt or just a jacket over nothing?"

"Mmmm," he moaned at her willingness to push their limits. "Actual shirt," he replied and nibbled softly down her shoulder. "Wait here." He went to choose her attire. A white lace bra direct from their toy box, lacy white panties to match, and a snug green sweater from the clothes rack. The sweater's material was juuuuust thick enough to not be semi-sheer. For shoes he selected standard black flats. She finished getting dressed, and he gave her a final inspection to make sure he didn't want to change his mind.

As before, he settled behind her and bit her earlobe. The other earlobe. "Off you go," he ordered cheerfully with a solid smack on the ass. "Call me when you get there and we'll see how far you can take this."

"I'll take anything for you," she replied with fondness and determination.

Most amazing woman on the planet, he thought as he watched her leave, and she's all mine.

He didn't walk her to the door. And he didn't let himself unzip his pants until he got her call.

"I'm sure you're smart enough to be on the Bluetooth?" Was the first thing he said.

"Of course," she whispered.

He sat down on the bed and gave himself a gentle stroke, the phone sitting right next to him.

"Oh hi Belle."

He gave her a good strong jolt.

"No, just a little shiver." A pause. "No, I'm not looking for anything specific. Regina has Henry, thought I'd take the chance for some me time. Browse and relax."

He dimly heard Belle's reply.

"You're not spending time with Killian?"

He grinned.

"Pfft! That pirate doesn't own me!"

Cheeky. Just for that he gave her another jolt. He figured she must have kept it under control this time because he didn't hear Belle say anything.

Emma and Belle said their goodbyes.

"Go to the stacks and choose a book. Any book. Then stand there and look like you're reading it."

"Found a book," she whispered a moment later.

"I'm here stroking my cock, Emma." He gave her a quick, soft pulse. "I'm imagining you on it."

She gripped her book.

"Rocking in that wonderful slow way you do when we're not playing. When you're allowed to have a say," he purred. "The way you pant and cry out as you ride." He dropped his voice. "Rock your hips a bit, Emma," he said as he delivered a series of quick, strong pulses.

She did as she was told, making it look as though she was just swaying her body, her mind absorbed in the book. Her breathing shallowed, and she was almost afraid she might tear the book in half. It was a 426 page hardback.

"Are you doing it?"

"Mmhm."

He set the thing to deliver quick, strong jolts and went back to stroking himself.

I really do love this toy, he thought as he listened to the sound of her breathing. He lightened and slowed his stroke so as to keep ahold of his wits. Then he stopped stroking and switched the device back to manual. "Or maybe you're not here. Perhaps I'm there - yes, I like that better. I'm there. Find an aisle with no one on either side." He knew it wouldn't be hard, Storybrook was a small town and most bought their own books.

"I'm good right here."

"Right then. I'm there. Cozied up against you. We're such a precious couple. It's almost nauseating. The few people in the aisle wander away to let us snuggle adorably. They're such nice people, aren't they Emma?"

"Uh-huh."

"The last man has just barelycleared the aisle when I put my hand in your pocket and creeeeeep down toward the opening - put your hand in your pocket, Swan. And get to your ridiculously soaked clit." He grinned. "Tell me when you get there."

Emma chose a smaller book so she could move her body closer against the shelf and hold the book open with one hand, her elbow gently resting against the shelf.

Hook's cock twitched with every shaky breath she drew.

"I'm there," she whispered.

"I'm going in a tiny circular rub," he said.

Emma mimicked his words, keeping an eye on the skirt too make sure there was no overtly obvious sign of what she was doing.

"Very light touch at first, but that doesn't last long. I add pressure."

Emma's head began to swim as she struggled to hold in a moan.

"I love watching you bite your lip to keep from making any noise."

He knows me so well.

"You tend to be quite the noisy fuck, Swan."

"I wa-" she sucked in a strained breath to keep from crying out. "I want you to know how . . . " she trailed off, paranoid about whether or not her stroke was noticeable. Granted she was alone in the aisle, but there were at least ten other people in the library.

"How what?"

"How goddamn much I love your cock."

He could tell she was speaking through gritted teeth.

"Inside me, in my mouth, over my body or just-" her fingers found that perfect spot, and she gasped before she could stop herself.

Hook's heart raced at the sound. He struggled to control his cock. "Go on," he panted, making no effort to hide the sound of his own arousal.

You evil fuck! "Just watching you from across the room while you get yourself off."

He chuckled softly. "You always look so sad when I do that. Like you're aching to cross the room and have me."

Emma took her hand off her clit and forced herself - willed herself to relax her body when a middle aged woman wandered into the aisle. Luckily, the game had turned her into an Olympic Champion of self control. She moved her hand and drummed against her leg as though she had a song stuck in her head. She also hummed softly and hoped Hook would get the picture.

"Oooooooooh," he said with a long sigh. "If they don't leave soon go find another aisle."

She sagged with relief (which actually helped sell the 'I'm relaxing with a book' vibe).

He listened to her hum for nearly a minute. He had his finger hovering over the 'magic button,' which was set just two settings away from the highest vibration. He waited patiently for word from Emma.

"Okay," she whispered, barely audible.

He instantly pressed the button and held it down, loving the sound of her entirely frantic efforts to control her body and keep her mouth shut.

She rasped.

Sucked in breath after breath.

He could even hear her grinding her teeth.

He didn't relent. His cock was aching like crazy. "I rub all through the length of you, then I press at your entrance while the rest of my hand keeps rocking against your clit - you know how I do it. In waves that always make you go to fucking pieces."

"I can't do it," she whined.

"Is there someone in the aisle with you?" He asked as he began oscillating the pulse from medium low to highest.

"No."

"Then do it!"

"I there's no way I could h-hi-hide -"

"Think of a way 'round the problem, Swan!" He growled fiercely. "Do it or say lemon, you get no third option!" He turned off the toy.

"Okayokayokay," she warbled, looking all around her, brain firing on all pistons. She found the answer in seconds, put down her book, and shuffled quickly to the end of the aisle where it met the wall. If anyone showed up she'd double over and claim to have gotten a sudden stabbing pain in her . . . somewhere. She braced her arm against the shelf and allowed herself a soft moan as she searched out her entrance and pressed in just far enough to feel the base of her new toy.

"I'm ready," she whispered as she faced toward the wall at an angle and braced her elbow on the shelf.

"See how easy that was?" He asked while he programmed in an auto setting so his hand would be free for the next part.

"Yes," she panted quietly.

"How you need me to force you into these things?"

"Yes." A quiet whimper.

"You know some other owner might've been nice just now. Let you scuttle off to a supply closet to cum. Is that what you need, Swan? A nice man?"

She shook her head. "No."

The auto program was off and running, and Hook was free to give his desperate cock the attention it needed.

She felt the vibration start again.

"What sort of man do you need?" Hook rasped.

The force of vibration climbed steadily.

"Strict." Emma knew she'd kill anyone who interrupted them.

"And?" Hook sped up his stroke.

"Brutal!"

He sped up his stroke again. "And?" He shouted.

"Fucking relentless," she rasped, her fingers rocking the device inside her so it pressed against her walls while they pushed and tensed, longing for friction. She went on before Hook could speak. "Makes me take more than I ever - ever thought I could! Learn to stand it, be the ahhhhhhhhh, oh, fuck! The best whore I can!" The new toy was going wild inside her with her own hand giving it some thrust, and she could hear Hook groaning, panting, whispering obscene compliments.

She gripped the shelf and buried her face in her arm, seconds away from cumming. "Hook," she mewled with the last of her sanity. "Fuck me! Own me!" Everything dissolved. All of her discipline went to keeping her self quiet as she came. Not everyone had the talent to manage the feat. But they had trained each other.

Hook bucked wildly into his own hand as the sound of Emma struggling to restrain her orgasm shook every cell of him, wracking him to pieces. "Swan," he whispered. "Swan, Swan, Swan . . ." he collapsed onto the mattress, spent, and took a moment to gulp down air before clawing the phone into his hand and turning the setting gradually back to zero. He fought the impulse to drift off to sleep.

He wasn't done pushing her.

Meanwhile in the Library, Emma cleaned her hand off on the lining of her pocket and chose a book to pretend she gave two shits about while she waited for Hook's order to return home.

"Excellent," he said finally. "Outstanding job."

She smiled. An orgasm is always nice of course, but there was something special about cumming when she was completely at Hook's command. Under his care. "That was awesome," she laughed.

"Was?"

She wasn't sure whether to feel excited or terrified. Her body settled on both. "Are you serious?"

Hook explained as he cleaned himself off. "Take off your panties and tell me how wet they are."

"I can tell you that without taking them-"

"But I told you to take them off," he interrupted. His voice was quiet but full of authority.

She swallowed, nervous. "It's a bit of a process to-"

"You'll figure out a way."

She took a deep breath and trotted to the head of the aisle to take a quick inventory of where everyone was. The only person close by was fully engrossed in combing through their section. She dashed back to the wall, put her hands in her pockets, pushed the panties over her hips, wiggled them down her legs, and dove down to catch them the second they hit her ankles. She turned to face the wall, nerves rattled and panties fisted in hand.

Hook could tell by her breathing that she'd done it. "Well?"

She sighed. "You wouldn't believe this, Hook. I've stepped out of the shower less wet."

Hook chuckled. "Then I'm quite proud of us both. Well done, Emma. You may leave now. Take the toy out of you when you get in the car."

He was waiting at the door when she got home, but this time he didn't yank her inside. Just held out his hand for the panties. She fished them out of her purse.

"Look at these," he said, playing them about in his fingers. "This is downright shameful." He guided her against the wall and pressed himself against her, dangling the panties between them. "I've fucked who knows how many bar wenches and they never got this wet." He ground himself against her. "Are you satisfied now?" He raised an eyebrow. "Had enough?"

She shook her head slowly.

"Well I'm quite spent, sorry to say. But -" he held out the panties for her to take with her teeth.

She didn't look down, but she heard his pants unzip and his belt rattle. She stayed still as stone.

He took her hand and guided it to press against him. Not even half hard. "If you prove skilled enough to wake up such a worn out cock, I suppose that would be worth a reward of some kind." He looked her straight in the eye and placed his hand and hook on either side of her face. "But I'll not lay a finger on you until it happens."

She began to rub him over the fabric of his underwear.

"Not a touch. Not a kiss. Not a bite- we both know how much you like that sting don't we?"

She nodded as she went on massaging his cock. A little thrill shot through her when she felt it twitch, and a hint of hardness start to creep in. His face betrayed no hint of arousal as he stared at her.

Either he's fighting me for the game, or he really is this worn out. Maybe both.

It took a lot of gentle massaging to get it half-hard, but when it did she slipped her hand in and started to stroke. A small flicker of sex appeared on his face, but he shook it away like an annoying fly. The more he grew, the more she picked up her speed and friction.

Despite his stone face he was drawing deep breaths, and when she glanced to the side of her head she could plainly see his fist clenched in a white-knuckled ball.

"You. Must. Be," he hissed, voice struggling as he fought against the tide. "The most. Cock greedy. Woman. Alive!"

Emma knew how to seal the deal. Rather than respond to the remark, she used her tongue to draw more of the panties into her mouth, coating it with her own taste. It was his weakness.

He broke. Tore the panties out of her mouth and used his hook to pull her head forward into a punishing kiss. He lapped at her tongue, indeed savoring her while she remained pliant. Following his silent guidance. When he was done he hurled her to the ground.

She propped up on her elbows and spread her legs expecting him to fuck her right away. Actually, half expecting to be fucked right through the floor if the look on his face was anything to go by. Oh this is gonna be good!

He got on his knees between her legs and glared. "That was just cruel Swan!" He yelled. "You may be able to take it all day, but some of us are human, and we need our bloody rest!"

He sounded furious. Her hips rocked and the muscles in her thighs began to shudder with anticipation.

"You know, I've half a mind not to give it to you."

She whimpered.

"Just cum all over your skirt and make you spend the day in it. Even sleep in it.

She shook her head and whimpered louder.

He reared up so he was looming over her and started to stroke himself at a gallop. "Then trade me something for it - and not the crop. Lashes are too easy."

Emma struggled to focus and sort through her options.

Hook winced. "Better hurry up, I'm close. If you let me finish over you, the game stops. I don't rest up for more play later on, no. I curl up with a book," his voice grew ragged. "Or go for a-a-a walk, or bake a ca-cake, anything but service you in any way! Now TRADE SOMETHING!"

"THE CLOSET!" She shouted, and he was inside her in a blink, still glaring as he fucked away madly.

Every thrust was validation. I did it!

She'd happily accept revenge for the victory. It was important he take back ownership before the game ended, but the momentary thrill of winning was worth it.

'The closet.' The closet is where you put things when you're not using them.

When Hook finished, he cuffed her in the closet next to their toy box.

"But I will let you have this." He handed her the phone, the vids of all their various exploits already playing. And he handed her the earpiece. "In case you want volume. I'll fetch you out again whenever I'm ready." He stood up. "Which might not happen. If it doesn't . . ." he paused to think. "You can come out when I'm asleep. Understood?"

She gave him a satisfied, cum-wearied smile.

"Good then."

She settled in to watch footage of their past adventures and waited to be played with again. She had to wait several hours, but by late after noon she was crawling blindfolded and naked through the apartment, riding crop clutched between her teeth, and new toy humming away inside her.

Happy fucking Birthday to me!