I cannibalized an older story and used a slightly tweaked version of it in this chapter, plus more. As always, adorable wholesome SMUT. Enjoy
It was sort of a "hand off ritual." Emma, Regina, and Henry were the required attendees of course, but whenever Hook, Hood, or the Charmings were available, their standing invitation was understood.
Today everyone was there. The whole gang, crowded around the table at Granny's.
"Did you enjoy your two weeks. with Regina?" asked Emma.
"Yeah," Henry smiled. "I spent a lot of time with Roland. He really likes Legos."
Robin tussled his kid's hair. "We didn't have them in our land. I'll admit a few times I've caught myself 'helping him' build something long after he's lost interest."
Regina pushed the tiny lemon slice away from her fruit cup. "Does anyone want this?" She looked around the table. "Emma, do you take lemon in your tea?"
Emma made a split section decision. Play day!
Yes, it was officially her turn with Henry, but he'd joined an after school boating club (thank you, Hook), and that day they were leaving directly from campus to go on their first weekend sailing trip - the idea being that the teacher would involve himself as little as possible in the running of things and let the students test their mettle. Henry was really excited about it.
She shook her head. "Sometimes, but not today. Lemon just doesn't sound good to me." She knew Hook caught the drift.
Henry leapt from the booth and said his goodbyes the second he finished his pancake.
"What's your plan for the day, love?" he asked her, tapping his fork on then edge of plate. "Anything fun?"
"I'll probably be tied up in housework most of the day, actually."
"Well then," Hook looked at her lovingly, "perhaps I'll make it a half day at the docks and come home early. Help you get the job done."
Regina raised a dubious eyebrow at him. "You're useful around the house?"
"I do all kinds if things," he replied with a smile.
Emma couldn't tell of the conversation was erotic or hilarious. "Yeah, he was easy to train."
Hook was the first of them to finish his plate. A few minutes after he left Emma got a text.
Will be home in 3 hours. I expect to see something interesting waiting for me.
She started brainstorming ideas as she casually munched on her slice of cantaloupe.
Two and a half hours later she had the scene set up.
Nothing but a sheer black negligee that fell halfway down her thigh. Bent over the dining table, gagged and blindfolded with black satin, hands palms down on either side of her. A length of twine and a roll of masking tape nestled in the fruit bowl in the middle of he table. Good nutritious oranges and grapes, and their de-facto sex toys. The contradiction alone was almost enough to get her wet.
Almost. She waited waited patiently for her pirate.
Her body flooded with alert readiness when she heard the key in the lock. Heard Hook hang up his coat, and tread into the main room. She expected to hear some kind of reaction to the sight of her. A gasp. A moan. Maybe he'd run his hook down her spine. Instead it was though she wasn't even there. She heard him tread into the kitchen and open the refrigerator. The refrigerator door shut, and a cupboard opened. A second later she heard a crunch that sounded like him munching on chips.
God I hope he's staring at me, she thought, though it wouldn't surprise her if he was facing the other way focusing totally on his snack. A few minutes later he opened the cupboard again to put away his snack, and padded down the hall.
The shower came on. The sound was clear enough that she knew he'd left the bathroom door open.
Asshole!
The water turned off.
He must have opened their toybox while the water was running because when he came back down the hall, the sound of his feet a stern thunder in her ears, she had no idea he carried the crop in hand.
"Ah!" she cried out and hissed when it landed on her back.
"Manners!" he growled.
"Thank you." The gratitude won her another three strikes.
"It's the least you should take to make up for this!"
She felt him lean over her and reach above her body with the crop in hand. A second later the roll of masking tape landed next to her head.
"You made suggestions?" He set down the crop and fisted his hand in the negligee. "Tape or twine?! I told you to arrange a sight I would appreciate, not to tell me what the fuck to do!"
Her pulse raced. This outcome was totally unexpected - which was ironically exactly what she should have expected from Hook. He never failed to surprise her. "I'm sorry," she breathed.
He pulled pulled the negligee hard enough to lift her body halfway off the table. "Why am I the one who gets to make these decisions?" he hissed in her ear. "Only me?"
"Because you're the only one who knows what I need!" she cried, silently praying the infraction wouldn't cost her the rest of the game.
"Bloody right I am!" He released her and she fell back to the table. "In fact, speaking of things you need, you're almost out of bread, eggs are running low, I noticed the other night that there's hardly any laundry detergent left, and I'm sure you can think of a few more items." He pulled off her blindfold and gag. "Make a complete list, and go get them." he paused to think. "And wear the Pocket Skirt." (Pocket Skirt was the one he'd given her on her birthday. They had shorthand nicknames for most of their toys that didn't innately have to do with sex.)
He strolled to the couch and picked up a book off the lampstand. "I'll need to inspect you before you leave," he said as she headed down the hall.
Ten minutes later she stood before him wearing the deep-pocketed skirt and a plain light blue shirt. She held out the list for his inspection. He took the list and circled her while he looked it over.
"Bread, eggs, laundry detergent, so far so good. Sliced turkey, zucchini, prepared pie crust - is someone planning a pie?"
"Pecan. Henry's favorite."
"Mmmm," he stroked her cheek. "Such a good mum." He traced his index finger down the line of her throat. "And yet so utterly filthy." The line continued down between her breasts, over her belly, and finally between her legs where he pressed in only enough for Emma to feel the hint of him over her skirt. "You're a very layered woman, Swan." He moved around to the back of her and slid his hand into her pocket. "You're wearing panties."
Her breath hitched. "You didn't mention -"
"No, I forgot," he said with a sigh as he spun her body around and sunk to his knees, hiking up her skirt along the way. "This one's my fault, love." He used his hook to remove the offending panties, grabbing them from the middle instead of the side so that the curve of his hook made fleeting contact with the sensitive flesh just above her clit.
She whimpered and tried not to roll her hips into the contact. Then to her surprise, his firm tongue swept through her whole center, ending in a series of sucking kisses just above before taking another lap through, this time a bit softer.
"Payment for my mistake," he murmured as he rose to his feet, holding her body close against his. "A gentleman knows when he's owing," he whispered against her slightly parted lips. Without moving away from her, he fished the Bluetooth out of his back pocket and situated it in her ear. "Hamilton's grocery is about an eight minute drive from here. I'll be calling you a little later than that to account for incidentals like a slow pedestrian. Do not enter the store until I call you."
She clutched the list in her hand, already imagining what might happen when she got to the store.
His hand and hook respectively slid around to her ass. "You are allowed to ask for clarification, or to repeat myself without consequence," he dug into the flesh of her ass with commanding force. "But what question are you never, never to ask?"
"Why," she rasped, pressed against his stunning lack of hardness - he possessed such discipline. It amazed her every time they played. "I'm not allowed to ask why."
"Because?" he asked as he began to steer her backward toward the door.
"Because toys don't need to know why."
"Precisely." They reached the coatrack. "Here's your purse," he slung the purse over her shoulder. "Grocery bags are in the car." He slammed her against the door with a long and punishing kiss. She practically toppled out when he reached around her and opened the door without warning. "Drive safe," he said casually, shutting the door behind him.
Emma had to twitch impatiently in her car for quite a few minutes before Killian's call came through. She answered fast enough to make a bullet seem lazy.
The dark rumble of her owner's laugh came over the phone. "Always the eager one." He paused briefly before launching into the rules. "You're free to try for sparsely populated areas of the store, but you will not return to your car until you're close. And I mean close. As far as those around you will be concerned, you're simply having a chat with someone," he chuckled again. "Which is technically true, except this someone is going to see to it that you're soaked in sex by the time you reach the checkout line."
"Sure thing, will do," she replied, trying to sound casual as she entered the store.
He heard her shake a cart free of the stack and go on her way.
"Get somewhere reasonably unpopulated and handle yourself."
She giggled. "Of course I haven't forgotten the bread, you like multi-grain, right? Great!"
Someone close enough for him to hear laughed as well. "Sometimes we just have to make their minds for them, don't we?"
"Yup, 'scuse me." The cart rattled as she pushed away hastily.
All the background noise disappeared and Killian figured she'd found herself an unoccupied aisle. He waited.
"We're on our way," she sighed.
"How are you covering it?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Touching yourself there in an aisle. What does it look like?"
She sucked in a breath, and he could tell from the sound she was still going at it.
"Like I'm fishing for something in my pocket," she replied, a slight strain in her voice.
You are good at this, he thought. I may really have to work at making things difficult.
"Go deeper," he ordered.
She pushed her whole hand through the slit in her pocket, crouched down, and took a large box of who cared what off the shelf. She pretended to read then label and angled the box low in her lap so she'd have a second to adjust herself before any potential intruder registered her 'kinda strange' posture.
"Oh hell yes," she whispered more to herself than Killian.
"Does your own hand make up for no cock, love? I know you have talented hands."
"No."
Killian smiled wide enough to split his face in half. "Merely a passable stand in, then?"
Emma's breath shallowed just slightly. "Mm-hm."
"Pardon me," Killian heard another shopper say, "I just need to get the - oh, thank you."
He waited out the intrusion. "I'd give you all the cock you wanted if you were here." He heard her cart trundle along.
"Yeah, I'll be home in a few minutes." She was back to sounding casual. Clearly not alone in the aisle.
"Oh, I'm not home," he purred. "I'm on my boat. S'why it took me a few extra minutes to call you. I Decided to pop out here and imagine something interesting for us. If you were with me now I'd have you right here in the steering room. Give you all the cock you want." He sighed. "I'm stroking myself, Swan," he murmured. "I'm so hard for you." He breathed a bit heavier than he needed to just to be sure she'd hear it. "I'd have you take me deep as you can - deep as your body could handle."
Shakier breathing. He heard her drop something in the cart and continue on.
"So fucking deep you'd beg. Beg like my cock was the only thing worth asking for. Mine. No one else ever filled you like I do, did they my Shameless Princess?"
"No, not really." A flat-out warble. And a weak one at that.
This is going along nicely.
"Sensed you like I do?"
"No."
"Made you need it like I do?
"No."
"Had you ever in your life begged for a man's cock like you do mine?"
A long breath. Something else dropped in the cart. "Not that I remember."
"Think carefully, Swan."
"No, just yours."
"My what?" He waited. Nothing but heavier breathing. "Whisper it for me, love."
"Your cock." The lowest whisper in the history of whispers.
This is even more fun than the bloody Library! We'll be doing this more often, he promised himself.
"And what makes it so worth begging for?"
She was back to a normal tone - but he could tell she was struggling (hard) to maintain it. "Uh . . . "
How will you describe this with people around? What will you come up with . . . ?
"Um . . .well you want to have something with enough depth."
He heard the cart moving again. Not far. Someone's voice came close, then moved away, barely audible over the phone.
"And you want the right thrust, too. Something responsive . . . and adaptable." She forced a chuckle.
"Well done, Swan," he said as though handing her a trophy. "High marks for cleverness." He paused and moaned into the phone. "I took myself out just now while you were saying those things," he gasped. "I'm stroking myself as we speak. I love the way you always want more. The way nothing breaks you. I love fucking you senseless. I - ah!" He cried out. "I love it when you're a whore for me."
She bit back a whimper.
"Mmmmm," he moaned. "I can feel you tight around me, Emma."
A full-on, unrestrained whimper. Something else dropped in the cart.
"I love you best when you're desperate. Soaking. I could have you out on the deck, or bent over a chair . . . "
Her breathing went ragged.
He stroked himself furiously. "I've thought of every possible way I could take you on this boat." Killian heard someone draw very close, but he went on without sympathy. "God, how I'd take care of you!" He could hear three or four people nearby. "Like never before. Maybe even with the blindfold and gag you were so keen on earlier."
The place must be getting crowded, he thought when she made no response.
"You behave for the rest of this part of the game Emma, and I'll be nice afterward. When you're here on the boat." He paused to make her listen to him moan without restraint, mocking the fact that she couldn't do the same. "What would you want on your clit first, Emma? My hand or my tongue?"
She swallowed heavily and whispered, "T-tongue."
"You can move to another aisle if you want, dear one, I'm sure there's one less crowded."
"Not sure I should walk right now," she replied so quietly he had to struggle to understand her.
The mental image made his cock twitch and his body ache. The Savior. The strongest, most powerful woman in Storybrook clinging to a shopping cart, out in plain view, too lust-weakened to move.
Killian grit his teeth and held himself tight enough to stave off orgasm. "And then my hand?"
"Yes!"
The background voices dissipated down to just one.
"Mmmm. I can see you here Emma. On your back, on the deck. Still dressed exactly as you are now but spread wide for me and fucking shaking. I make you wait awhile before giving your clit my full attention." He signed deeply. "You're so damn wet it's obscene - oooooohhhhhh I love the way you writhe when I lick you - walk. Now. I don't care if it's just a few feet, do it!" He was sure she hated him for the command, but she obeyed. "Goooooood. Very good. You writhe so much I have to hold your hips in place just to keep at it. I think you half-cum every time."
"Yeah," she said in a ragged whisper.
"Do you want to?"
"Yes!"
Killian could tell she was doing her best to sound just generally annoyed with someone. He slowed his stroke. "Alright, I'll let you cum when you get to the car. Meantime, I've got you held down while my tongue presses on your clit, tracing those small circles I know you love. I've got all my attention between your legs but I can hear you clawing at the deck . . ." he paused to enjoy the almost inaudible sound of her suffering. "Humans shouldn't even be able to make the noises you do. . . . . . . . . . . . . . ." he smiled, imagining her clutching the shopping cart for dear life. Aaaaaaand we're ready. "You may check out and leave the store."
"Thank you!"
It took over two minutes for Emma to get to the front of the line, and Killian kept their scene going through every second of the wait. He gasped and groaned without restraint, keeping just enough control to narrate their scene. "I nearly drown while I'm there Swan. You're a flood! Some cruel bastard must have kept you waiting far too long to have you in such a state."
Emma suppressed a growl.
"I could demand anything in trade for getting you off and you'd give it to me."
Killian smiled again at the mental image of her standing in line with people on either side of her, completely clueless what a brilliant sex-slicked whore stood between them. He was determined not to stop the scene for a single second. "Mmmmmm, but this time I take pity. First I start brushing up and down. Then I mix it up a bit. Mooooooove arooooouuuund. See what makes you squirm even more than you already are."
He chuckled. "It's not always the same moves as last time with a woman, a lot of men get that wrong. But lucky you, Swan. You've got a man who knows what he's doing." He drew a series of unsteady breaths. "When I find what works, I do it until you're thrusting against my tongue. Completely crazy. Then I flick my tongue over you. Quickly. Over and over again. Ceaseless."
He could actually feel her become absolutely desperate.
"Run my tongue all through you. Dive inside for a quick taste a few times, then back to your clit. I do that until all those wonderful sounds you make are deafening. Creatures a thousand feet deep in the Ocean can hear you!" He forced himself to pause and slow his stroke again to keep from ruining the game. She has to be in AGONY for me. "Oh, love," he sighed, "the taste and sound of you make my cock throb so hard to be inside you, it's all I can do to stay patient, but-" He only half succeeded at biting back a shallow moan. "I have to, because I believe you were promised the service of my hand as well, yes?"
"I love you," she rasped.
"I'll take that as a yes. Anyway, my hand. I let go of your hips and they go mad when I rub you. Softly. My tongue is freed up, so I kiss my way up your body. I know how much you love a good solid bite anywhere with flesh enough to take it, so I give you that as well."
"Are you okay?" Killian heard the check out guy ask. "You look a little . . . "
"Oh! No, I'm fine. Just a little stressed." She lowered her voice. "Really, really stressed."
"One of those days huh? Bummer."
"Yeah, but I can take it. I can take anything."
Emma had never been so glad her car was a bright yellow bug. Easy to spot. She loaded her groceries in record time, got in, and slid the seat as far back as it would go. Just in case she needed the legroom.
"Have we settled in, love?"
Emma looked around. There was no one parked near her, but she drove out to the edge of the lot just in case.
Killian heard her engine shut off, and her keys jangle as she took them out of the ignition.
"Get your hands in your pockets - don't touch yourself, just get yourself arranged."
She did as ordered and leaned back with a sigh to let him know she was ready.
"Tell me how much you wish to touch yourself."
"So bad," she panted. "I'm shaking, Killian, it's too much!"
"Excuse me!?" he barked. "What happened to 'I can take anything'?" That's exactly what you told that man in the store, and I make it a point to punish liars, Swan."
She whimpered. He had a strong talent for devising creative punishments.
"So I guess we'll be adding that to your list of obligations for the day. Anyhow, back on topic. Tell me why you're so frantic to pleasure yourself?"
"I wanna get off!" she shouted, practically gulping down every breath. "So, so fucking much!
"Nnnnnnnot really what I was getting at," he purred. "I meant what has you in such an urgent state?"
"The way you torture me," she practically screamed, glad to be free of the need for quiet. "The way you use me, it's always fucking perfect!"
"Give yourself whatever you need," he said softly.
Her hands flew between her thighs the second she got his permission.
Her strangled moan and subsequent shrill, eager cries made Killian's cock swell dangerously close to the point of no return. He silently ordered himself not to cum.
"We're already well along, both undressed," he began, pleased to hear her sigh of relief and anticipation. "So I lean you up against the outside wall of the steering room-it's at quite an angle, you see. Perfect for reclining. Then I hoist you up by your knees, and spread you wide open. You're holding onto my shoulders. I can't wait. My cock has been waiting so long, every part of me aches for you. All I want is to be in your heat, so I slide you down the wall nice and slow. When you take me in, it's - aaaaah - ah, God!" He drew a shallow breath. "It's likr my cock was meant to pleasure you. Can you feel me, Emma?"
She made no reply except a series of mewling cries.
Killian couldn't resist stroking himself faster. He imagined Emma's body writhing in her car, thrusting fingers deep into herself without restraint. "Are you glad to have me inside you?"
Again no reply but a quaking moan.
"And how shall I take you?"
"Wh-wha-huuuuu, oh God-what do you-"
"Do you need to be plundered like treasure, or shall I take my time? Rock slowly-"
"Treasure!" She growled, "that one! I'm so - I'm so - oooooooohhhhh I need -"
Killian heard her body clattering in the car.
"I wanna cum," she panted frantically. "Can I? Can I cum now?"
Perfect timing! Killian was sure he'd have needed superhuman strength to hold out another second. He spoke rapidly, his words rushed and muddled. "I'm stroking your clit and thrusting inside you, and you're flushed, you're gasping, you're yelling my name, crying out for cock. You want me deeper, and deeper, it's bloody impossible but-" It took all of Killian's discipline to even attempt to keep talking. "I've never felt you so tight as this, you're a miracle, Swan! Ferocious! I-ah! Ah!" He growled and listened to the phenomenal racket in Emma's car, a flood of what might have been words pouring from her mouth along with the unmistakable sounds of someone hurtling through a longed for release. Mine, he thought as he allowed himself to to cum, dizzy with relief.
He listened to the sound of Emma riding out the last beautiful shivers of orgasm before cleaning himself off. Then there was nothing but the sound of breathing on her end for quite a while. "Something on your mind, Princess?"
"We should keep the receipt as a certificate of achievement," she said with a tired giggle.
Killian laughed. She never runs out of brilliant ideas. He only let himself enjoy the amusement for a second before getting back to business. "Get your ass to the docks, you know which boat is mine. Be ready to pay for the lie you told."
He hung up.
Emma put herself back in order. She put the seat fully up, pulled her hair back, and waited for blush of sex to fade a little. She spent the entire drive to the docks wondering what awaited her.
He was sitting in the steering room when she arrived.
"Get in here," he ordered, his tone cold as a glacial freeze. When she got to the entrance he stood and motioned for her to sit in the chair. "Hands behind your back, wrists crossed.
She heard the sound of masking tape being ripped and he bound her hands then taped her to the chair at her waist.
"This is not the punishment," he informed her. "I'm just taking us far enough from shore that no one sees you utterly humiliated." He turned his attention to steering the boat and ignored her all together until he decided they were far enough out. Then he cut the engine and drug their Toybox and Clothes Box out from behind Emma's seat. Rather than open it, he left the room and returned with a small, slightly curved knife. He grabbed the collar of her shirt and cut it to three or four inches down, then set the knife aside in favor or ripping it the rest of the way, cutting again when he reached the masking tape around her waist. When he went around to her hands, he only cut the tape a quarter of the way down. "Do the rest of it yourself."
While Emma squirmed and struggled, Killian looked through both their Toy boxes, deep in thought. She started to get wet. By the time she got herself free he had his choices assembled.
From the Clothes Box a lace-up corset, satin elbow-length gloves, garter belt, and thigh high lace stockings, no panties. All white.
"I know I'm usually partial to black or red on you. Sometimes that soft girly pink just for humor's sake. But this deck is constantly trod over with muddy boots, fairly tough to keep entirely clean - and I want to see how filthy I can get you."
From the Toybox, two white satin cloths. (Multi-purpose toys. Blindfold/gag/binding.) he tucked them into his back pocket.
"Put the clothes on and crawl to me." He left the steering room.
She got excited as she heard the sound of chain dragging along the deck. Is it for me or is he just moving things out of the way? When she crawled out of the steering room she was greeted by the sight of Hook fiddling with a length of chain that was affixed to the railing. She approached and waited patiently for something to happen.
"Anchor chain," he explained as he wrapped it around her waist. "I like to keep a few spares on hand just in case. You're lucky this isn't a terribly large vessel, or it would be much thicker." He looped it around her three times before padlocking it in place. He grabbed her by the ponytail and crushed her into a fierce kiss when he was done. "You are to crawl the circumference of this boat for as long as you can stand it. If you last less than ten minutes, I'll still give you cock one way or another, but the game ends when we return to land. Last longer, and the game continues. I'll announce each minute. Do keep in mind how hard I cum when I know you've pushed yourself." He stood up. "Oh! And if I wish you to change direction, I'll yank the chain. Off you go now."
Genius, Emma thought with a shudder as she set off. Halfway through her first lap the grime built up on the chain was already starting to rub off on her corset. Every time Emma looked at her midsection, Hook's words played in her head.
"I want to see how filthy I can get you."
Her knees felt okay at the one, two, and three minute marks - a slight soreness, but nothing compared to the kind of thing she often took when they played. Four through seven the pain escalated, and the lace of her thigh highs was starting to rub her knees enough to cause a sharp sting with each step. Eight through ten she slowed and began to really have to challenge herself to keep going. She winced whenever Hook yanked the chain and she had to turn around.
"Ten!"
More, more, more! Emma ordered herself. Two more at least! She made it to three and a half before collapsing to the ground and rolling onto her back. "That's it, Hook," she panted. "That's all I can take. If I . . . " she rallied her breath, "if I ever deserve this again, I'll . . . I'll try for another two minutes. Promise."
"Mmmm," he mused as he knelt at her side. "Feel how good you did." He picked up her hand and pressed it to his groin. "You should always be proud when you get me this hard."
Emma massaged his clothed cock and sighed happily as he traced his hook over the generous swell of her corseted breasts.
"So pristine," he murmured. "We'll have to change that before we get home, won't we? Yes I think so. But for now . . . " He took her hand off his cock and gave her a small key. "Get yourself out of the chains then lie back and spread your legs, knees up, feet on the floor."
She arranged herself as ordered, and he sat on his haunches between her legs, stroking and caressing her calves. "You did so well," he sighed as he peppered the angry flesh of her knees with delicate kisses. He shimmied far enough forward to scoot her ass up the slope of his knees, spreading her thighs and angling her so that he could gaze at the proof of how much she loved his ownership.
It used to baffle him how being pushed to such an extremes could be erotic, but ever since he started (occasionally) yielding to her, it made sense. He'd experienced firsthand the pride of correct submission, and thrill of being rewarded for obedience.
"So well," he repeated as he ran his middle and index fingers lazily back and forth through the length of her center. "You impress me every time, Swan." He placed himself in a comfortable position to lick her attention starved clit, and went to work. He chuckled against her pink flesh when she bucked into his mouth the moment he made contact, sweeping his tongue over her in the same back and forth manner as his fingers.
The pattern both soothed and aroused her, and her body quickly settled into the attention. When he had her thighs shaking and her every breath a ragged whine he drove three fingers into her, thrusting a few times before he stopped and reared up, at the same time using his hook to grab the lacing of her corset. He jerked her forward so she slid all the way up the slant of his lap, landing in a straddle, and rocked his hips so that his still trapped hardness nudged teasingly at her entrance.
Then without warning he bit down all over the flawless flesh spilling out of her corset.
Emma cried and shivered each time he delivered a new mark. The delicious sting always drove her wild. A dozen fresh waves of heat tore through her as her core tightened, mourning the absence of cock.
When, when, WHEN? She wondered as he went on rubbing himself into her clit. Those pants have gotta be killing him!
Just as if he'd read her mind, he suddenly shoved her off his lap as if she'd caught fire. "Lay down," he said, his voice dark and quiet as he pulled the two white satin clothes from his back pocket. "Blindfold. Gag. Just as you wished."
"What do I have to do?" Emma asked, certain her wish would need to be purchased.
Hook looked at her with a powerfully smug expression and rose to his feet. He tore open his pants and got himself out. "Get on your knees and suck until I say you're done."
Emma whimpered. Her knees were just starting to calm down, but she loved not being able to see what Hook was about to do so much, she sometimes came while listening him get ready to . . . ? ? ? And that's the exciting part.
Perks had to be earned.
She winced and sucked in a sharp breath as she rose to her knees.
Hook groaned. "Oh God," he breathed. "The things you do!" His cock ached to be in her mouth. He didn't have to wait long. Her lips came around him and formed a tight seal while she worked his base with her hand. His hips began to buck instinctively as she swirled her tongue around and around his weeping tip. "Ah! Aaaaaanhhh, so bloody perfect!" He let her do her own thing for a while before he growled, "take it!" A command she knew well. She released her suction and loosened her jaw to accommodate his girthsome cock. Taking him this way took so much of her focus that the pain in her knees became a dull throb.
He threw his head back and gasped as he thrust into her mouth just barely gentle enough to avoid choking her. From what he understood (thank you, internet) some couples actually enjoyed doing that, but it was one of the few things neither one of them were inclined to play with. It only ever happened by accident, or when Emma decided she wanted to see if maybe she could take a teeny bit more.
She struggled to swallow as salty pre-cum filled her mouth and cock hit the back of her throat at a challenging pace. She knew she was particularly skilled in this sort of thing. Knew a less talented woman would be rendered a slobbering spectacle of ineptitude under such high expectations. She took him and took him and took him, the sound of her name being cried out so frantically providing her all the motivation she needed to keep going. She had no clue how long she'd been at it when he yanked her head back by the hair and she found herself look up at the face of a flushed and breathless man.
I ROCK! She gave him a wobbly smile.
"There truly is no greater cock whore in all the world, Swan," he panted. "Alright, you can have your blindfold and gag." He bent down and tied on the gag first, then secured the blindfold, testing it to make sure it would hold in place. "On your back. Legs spread just as before."
She wobbled a bit on her way down, but otherwise easily got herself displayed as ordered. He could hear him walking slow circles around her body, occasionally adjusting her thighs with his foot.
"Perfect," he eventually purred, and the sound of him undoing his belt made her wish like hell she were allowed to use her legs to pull him down on top of her. He tossed the belt somewhere to her left. Pants and (she assumed) underwear as well. "That clit's gotten attention enough, I think," he mused to himself, his voice drawing close enough to let Emma know he was crouched between her legs. Shirt joined the pants and belt. "So what to do? . . . . I could cum on you, and make you wait until we get home for a proper fucking . . . ."
She heard him shifting around and tried not to squirm with the anticipation of whatever came next.
He slowly peeled off her stockings. "Sit up and give me your hands."
She felt the material wrap around her wrists and pull tight.
"Back down."
She felt him lean over her body and lift her legs over his shoulders, his length sliding against her clit as he moved. She couldn't suppress a hungry whine.
"Hm . . . . now . . . . do I want to cum on this nice white corset? Or do I want -" he buried himself in her, eliciting a muffled scream. "Seems - that - was -" Hook spoke each word in between unrestrained thrusts "the - right - call!"
Emma whimpered and nodded enthusiastically, her jaw pulsing around the gag.
"Do you think -" he surged forward and stilled, her walls tight and shuddering around him. "Do you think -" he repeated in a breathless whisper, "you could take me . . . . deeper?"
She spread her thighs so far apart she thought she'd break, her legs slipping halfway down Hook's arms.
He adjusted himself, seeking the best angle to reach the absolute limit of her depths. He spent a few seconds enjoying the sight of her beautifully marked-up chest heaving before he drove to her with all the force he could muster. Not one cell of his shaft was left outside her needy center.
He went on filling her to the greatest extent possible, her muffled cries making him throb with wild lust.
"Amazing!" He shouted. "Amazing! Brilliant!" His breath went ragged as he watched her face clench and her back arch. In the same moment, he felt her sex tighten around him and release a sudden new burst of wet arousal. "Ohohohoh!" He warbled, picking up his pace. Her muscles seemed desperate to keep up as they rippled and clenched around him. Cumming like a mad thing!
He always loved it when he drove her to this. An orgasm to make all others hide in shame. He let the world fade to black and his cock release inside her. Pleasure consumed every cell of his body as he thrust and shuddered to the end, her body already spent by the time the last wave wracked through him.
She felt him collapse onto her body, and the heat of his breath next to her ear. They remained still and silent for several minutes before Hook hoisted himself to his feet.
"Well taken, Swan." He said casually as he got dressed. "Quite well taken." After he had all his clothes back on, he untied her wrists. "Remove the gag and blindfold and join me in the steering room."
He walked away and she removed the blindfold as she got to her feet. Her whole body shook as she walked into the steering room, fucked-out and unsteady.
"Here," Hook lifted her onto the small table. "We'll tend to those knees and then you'll get back in your normal clothes."
"Is there a particular shirt you want me to wear?" she asked as he wet cotton ball with iodine.
Hook considered the question as he cleaned her red, scraped knees. "Church Whore," he decided. "With this corset underneath. See?" He fetched his smartphone from the table and took a pic of her back. "It's completely filthy." He showed her the picture.
She chuckled. "Yup. I like it. Church Whore plus fuck-dirt."
"Exactly." He kissed her softly and pressed a wide band aid to her knee.
They headed for the docks, and Emma wondered if Hook had more games planned, or if they were done for the day. As per his rules this time around, she was technically allowed to ask, but as usual she preferred the suspense.