REVISED VERSION. I would like to thank byfirelight for inspiring me to re-read this chapter and realize I'd essentially published a 1st draft. Because that's totally what you want to do as a writer. Publish a first draft. Yup. While the overall structure has stayed the same, I noticed that I had drifted away from making sure to describe their mutual emotional dedication to being a good sub or Dom for the sake of the the other's enjoyment. It's one of those bizarre, interesting nuances of an ongoing, loving relationship that involves this sort of play. I hear. Y'know, from people who are totally not me. I'm a good girl. Ahem.

The other thing I forgot (forgot = failed) to do was emphasize/demonstrate how a proper Dom will make sure gameplay continues and is still erotic even when no literal sex/exertion is involved. (like grocery shopping or sitting in a closet - not at all inherently sexy, but made so by context, and not a whole lotta real physical work) I consider both of these elements to be part of writing a strong s/d story, so thanks again to byfirelight for drawing my attention to their relative absence!

I hope all you pretty readers find the chapter improved, and if not then . . . . well then I cast my deadly scowl in your general direction!

The urge to submit only hit him a great once in a while, but when it did it hit in a big way. He was just glad the first time they tried it that Emma ended up enjoying the role-flip. It would have been awfully frustrating to have no option but quietly waiting for it to pass.

He knew he wanted to do it when the two of them were on a random stroll around the lake and nearly ran into a pair of women going the opposite direction. Both they and he and Emma were too embroiled in conversation to notice each other, and avoided a collision by merely a hair.

"Sorry!" one of the women said immediately. "I was busy bitching to my sister about stuff and I didn't see you!"

"Oh no," Killian insisted with a slight bow. "We failed to notice you as well, and haven't the good excuse."

"Yeah," Emma laughed. "Bitching takes serious focus."

"Ugh, but it was stupid stuff. My and I went out to diner the other night and it took him fifteen minutes to decide what he wanted."

Her sister smiled. "My advice was give him till the five minute mark then flat out tell him what he's ordering."

BAM! Out of nowhere (as usual). He wanted nothing more than for Emma to take him over for the day.

She's had such a long boring week, she deserves a bit of fun. And I haven't had a decent challenge in a while.

Always the quick thinker, he came up with a way to cue her right then and there. He smiled at the Bitching Sister. "I'm on her side, some men must simply be told how to behave." He shrugged. "Who knows, you may find him amenable to taking orders."

He could feel Emma getting the hint without even looking at her.

The other sister grinned at him as they moved past one another. "Thank you for taking my side!"

He and Emma stood looking at one another waiting for the sisters to be out of earshot.

"See? Take the man's advice, please, your husband needs the help!"

"Follow," said Emma before turning on her heel and heading back toward the car.

Killian was proficient with driving by then, but he was so used to riding shotgun he often reached for the passenger side door even when he was going someplace on his own.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Emma growled as soon as his hand touched the passenger door. "Do you think I wanna drive on top of all the fucking work I'm gonna have to do today?"

Killian cast his gaze downward. "I apologize."

Emma put her hands on her hips and looked him over for a few seconds. "Walk around the lake by yourself three times then come back and we'll try this again. Do not run. Walk." She opened the passenger door, sat down, and took her book out of the glove compartment.

Killian nodded and went on his way, half lost in fantasy and wishing like hell she hadn't told him not to run. If not for that order he'd have made it back to the car before she could blink. When he did slide into the driver's seat, she threw the keys at him. "Pants open. Take the scenic route home." He of course did as told.

She decided to finish the chapter before laying a hand on him.

Come on, come oooooooon, Killian thought ceaselessly as he drove. He didn't realize he was drumming his fingers on the wheel until Emma spoke up.

"Do you know how annoying that is?" She waved the book at him. "I'm trying to focus."

He clenched his jaw and gripped the wheel as hard as he could. His pulse started to race when Emma closed the book and put it away. She looked straight ahead, casually slid her hand into his pants, and rubbed him over his boxer briefs. He sighed at the contact and his cock instantly grew against her warm hand.

"Really? That quick?" She scoffed. "Pathetic. You had better not cum and cheat me out of any fun, or I will hurt the fuck out of you!"

He shook his head vigorously and bit back a grin, glad the game was finally on roll. "I won't. I promise."

"Good," she chirped sweetly, and went on massaging his cock.

He had never been more thankful that traffic through town was never too bad. No only would it take longer to get home in heavy traffic, but he was struggling so hard to keep his mind on driving, he'd probably have caused a massive wreck.

She removed her hand when they arrived home. "Get in the house, put on your Personal Property shirt, and the leash and collar. Then take our Toybox to the kitchen counter and sit down on the kitchen floor. I'll be in in five minutes."

Killian had himself arranged as ordered in record time. When Emma did come in he swelled with pride as she beamed down at him.

"Perfect," she said, then grabbed his leash and yanked. He took the cue and crawled where she led. "Sit!" She snapped her fingers and pointed to a spot against the cupboards. "And cross your wrists." She wrapped them with masking tape, then secured the leash to a drawer handle by his right shoulder. "Lie down, feet facing that way." She pointed to the corner of the room.

When Killian laid down, she fetched serrated knife from one of the drawers and set it well beyond the reach of his feet. "Get that knife and use it to cut the tape. You're allowed to use anything in the cupboards and drawers for help, but do not pull this drawer all the way out." She indicated the one he was leashed to. "If this drawer falls on the floor? Five minutes with the crop and you're taped up in the closet until I feel like using you some more."

She stepped away from him and Killian went to work instantly. Rather than watch him Emma walked away. He could tell by the sound that she was headed down the hall. He didn't try to listen for more 'clues' at to what she was doing. He needed to pour all his energy into reaching the knife. She'd tied off the leash so that he only had a enough give to scoot halfway to it, even with the drawer opened as far as he dared. He tried his hardest to close the distance, but it was obviously a lost cause without some help. He was just pulling himself back to sitting position when Emma returned to the room. He nearly fell over again at the sight of her.

One of his old black pirate shirts, and he could just see a hint of red silk panties. No stockings, no shoes.

God, I hope she lets me tear those panties off her when I get free. Please let that be the plan!

She smiled as he went about kicking open drawers and taking mental inventory of what was available for possible use.

She's pleased, he thought. I feel amazing!

As with her rubbing him, the sight of her wearing one of his personal favorites got him rock hard, only this time he was trapped in his pants.

"That looks like it might get painful," Emma chuckled as she headed for an unopened bottle of wine on the counter. She poured herself a glass and leaned against the counter, thoroughly amused. "Clever," she purred when Killian found a decent length of cheesecloth in the top drawer to his left and twisted it up into "rope," then tied it to the handle of a small pot he'd managed to kick out of a drawer he could just barely reach.

He looked up at her - something he'd been trying not to do because every time he did it made his cock strain against his pants. "My I take off my shoes?"

"Hmmmmm," Emma mused as she took a long sip of her wine and set it next to the sink. "Lay down again."

She sunk down and straddled him once he was in position.

Do not cum!

She slowly pushed up his shirt, her hands flat against his skin. He lifted his arms out of the way as she leaned forward to push the shirt all the way above his chest so the material rested at his collarbone, and began tracing the tip of her tongue all over him.

DO NOT CUM!

Without warning, she bit down with savage force.

He bucked and cried out.

Emma lifted her head and glared at him. "You're going to get a lot of these and I don't want to hear another sound. Then you can take your shoes off." She delivered the second bite without waiting for a response.

Killian writhed and bit the insides of his cheeks to keep from screaming while she marked him. Every punishing bite followed by sucking until his flesh throbbed. By the time she was finished a thin sheen of sweat had appeared on his forehead.

"Did that feel good?" she asked, her voice low and husky.

"Yes," he panted. "Yes."

She stood up and retrieved her glass of wine. "Alright you can take off your shoes."

He tossed off his shoes and secured the other end of his cheesecloth rope to the slenderest part of his foot, then got to work tossing the pot open side down in the direction of the knife while at the same time straightening his leg out for maximum distance.

Emma applauded whenever he got close.

It took him a lot of trial and error to figure out the right force to keep the pot from landing too far short or too far up to trap the knife. Finally he snagged the handle, and while his instinct (and cock) desperately wanted to yank the thing toward him at top speed, his common sense knew he'd risk the pot wobbling off the knife's handle. So he reeled it in slow and steady, not lunging for it until it came within arm's reach.

"Yes!" He cried out as he hobbled back to prop himself against the drawers.

Okaaaaaay . . . he thought as he tried to figure out how to approach the next part of his task.

He had to, first: keep the knife in hand. Second: angle it against the tape. And three: saw with enough pressure to cut - or at least wear down - the tape. By the third time he dropped the knife Emma had finished her wine.

"This could get boring," she sighed. "I'm going to bake a cake." She promptly ignored him in favor of mixing up a cake batter. Though not much of a domestic type, when Emma made food, she almost always made it from scratch. If you don't feel like cooking from scratch, get take out or go to a damn restaurant. Thatwas her feeling.

She occasionally glanced at Killian, who'd finally managed to get the knife against the tape enough to start fraying its tough fibers.

She decided on chocolate cake, and when the batter was assembled she dipped her whole finger in for a generous taste. "Mmmm," she moaned. "That is almost good enough to make you redundant."

Killian really wished he hadn't heard that. He was pretty sure in another five minutes he'd have the tape cut down enough to wiggle and tug his hands free, and Emma making semi-orgasmic noises did not help his concentration. Suddenly she was crouched in front of him, her finger covered in cake batter.

"Taste this." Her voice was sex personified.

Killian obeyed. His cock ached at the feel if her finger sliding out of his mouth. Before he could return his focus to the tape and knife she followed her finger with her tongue, her head angled sideways to get maximum depth. As per the rules, he completely slacked his jaw and let her do as she pleased.

I always love how you kiss, he thought with a contented sigh.

"Emma," he whispered when she pulled away and went back to her baking. He took a moment to gather his senses and get back to work.

"I think you're getting close," she said with a backward glance. "You better be." She fetched a sheet cake pan from the cupboard next to her. "I'm feeling a liiiiiiittle impatient right now."

He groaned.

She slid the cake in the oven, turned to face him, and leaned against the counter with her hips angled in a way that exposed more of her red panties. She chuckled. "Am I mean enough? You do such a good job for me, I don't wanna sell you short."

"So mean," he gasped, his heart fluttering every time the knife severed another fiber of tape.

She rocked her hips back and forth as if dancing to the rhythm of her own thoughts. "The way you command me . . ."

How can she drop her voice so low and still sound so bloody feminine?

"Mark me . . . make me work for you -" she suddenly switched gears. "Damm that cake smells good, doesn't it?"

Killian gulped and nodded.

Her eyes darkened again as she went down on all fours. Killian realized he'd forgotten about the tape and stopped sawing. A mistake he corrected at once.

"I'm usually in your shoes, so I need to know if I'm doing it right. If I'm brutal enough." She paused, but he was so busy with the masking tape, he failed to realize the question wasn't rhetorical. "SPEAK UP!" She barked.

His body jerked, but he didn't stop working at the tape when he replied. "Yes! So bloody cruel, every bit as much as me! The only reason I'm - I'm n - n - not losing my m-mind right now -" he paused to take several deep, calming breaths, "is I know what I'm working for."

"Which is . . . ?" Emma crawled closer to him.

"The right to get you off." he rasped, silently begging any and every God in the Universe to help him break free of the loathsome binding. "You won't let me if I don't behave."

"Damn right I won't." She reared up on her knees and carefully inspected his progress. "So close. I'm gonna go ahead and . . ." she pulled his pirate shirt up just enough to slip a hand inside her panties. Her other hand went under the shirt to explore the flesh beneath. She moaned as she pleasured herself at a relaxed, languid pace. "Ah!" She gasped. "Ah! Killian, if you're not touching me in the next three minutes I'm doing it myself!"

Unacceptable! He thought, wiggling his wrists. There was a decent amount if give in the tape, so he dropped the knife and began to thrash and pull like an animal caught in a trap, trying not to panic as the seconds ticked by.

She bit his earlobe, and admired the prominent mark for a moment before running her tongue over it to sooth the sting. "I'm getting on you the second it's out," she purred as she pulled his zipper down. "Whether your hands are free or not." His boxer briefs required only a slight tug to free the rigid, eager cock beneath.

Killian coiled his arms close to his chest to accommodate her mounting him, doing exactly as she'd promised. He grit his teeth and fought against the tape with all his might, finally winning the battle just as Emma took on every inch of him with a pleasured shiver.

Emma could tell by his pained, lustful moan that it was taking all his restraint not to cum.

I am at good at this as he is!

She wasn't lying about what she'd said before. Not just making lascivious small talk for the sake of the game. Killian set a high standard for himself as a creative, merciless ruler because he kne being driven to the precarious edge of her own endurance was exactly what she loved about submitting. So on the rare occasion Killian decided to be The Toy, she wanted to treat him in kind. To make sure he spent his day earning her body, the way he made her work for cock. She needed to leave him aching, proud, and thoroughly impressed with himself. The trick to being an owner, she'd found, was balance. Walking riiiiiiight up to the line where Lemon might be invoked, and choosing carefully when and how to gamble.

She felt today's game was successful thus far.

"See what a good pet you've been?" She clutched his shoulders and sped up the roll of her hips. "So good."

Emma reached over to the drawer handle, untied his leash, and kissed him frantically as she wound much of it around her hand. Then she abruptly shoved him against the cupboards and dismounted.

"NO!" He shouted - a knee jerk impulse he immediately regretted. His eyes bulged in pure horror as soon as the word was out of his mouth. "I am so sorry!" He breathed, worried she may deny him release for who knows how long.

And after all that work getting free! Idiot! he scolded himself.

Emma didn't acknowledge the apology. Instead she laid back, positioned Killian's leash between her legs, and yanked him down. "Right now all I care about is getting off," she said. "But do it again you mouthy thing, and I'll tape you to the drawer again."

Free pass! Thank God!

"Thank you," he whispered before burying his tongue in her wet core, fully intending to make her cum hard enough to make up for his amateur-ish infraction.

Emma cried out over and over again, one hand fisted in his hair while the other wound up more of the leash. "Ooooooh," she sighed, "oh, I love that tongue." She basked in the wealth of his talent for a long time. Even as fierce pleasure threatened to scorch her shaking body, she paid as much attention to Killian's body language as her addled state would allow. When she could tell he was too busy with his goal to be aware of anything else, she pulled the leash so hard his whole body lurched forward.

He let out a garbled exclamation of surprise and scrambled to hold his balance so he didn't tumble down on her with the full weight of his body. That on top of his earlier infraction would spell disaster in ten foot neon letters.

Emma ignored his struggle for balance in favor of removing the leash from his collar. "Get your clothes off and fuck me." She ordered, sounding half-orgasmic but still authoritative.

She pulled off her own shirt while Killian undressed.

He threw aside his shirt made quick work of the unzipped pants. He meant to be inside her before he drew his next breath, but froze in place when he realized there was something written on her torso in thick black sharpie.

'Get me off, win the tree.'

It hit him almost as hard as being pulled by the leash. He groaned happily as he fell between her knees. "I love that place. You're so good to me."

"You really shouldn't waste your tongue on talking right now, Killian." She somehow kept the strict edge in her voice despite its shallow tremor. She dug her nails into the fles of his back without restraint as he filled her, and quickly felt herself start to ripple and tighten while he worked her clit, his body propped up on his hook arm.

Aren't you disciplined? she thought when she realized he was restraining himself from driving into her with his usual force. He's waiting until he knows I'm close. He works so hard for me.

She wasn't wrong.

He never offered himself for submission unless he was confident he could take it, and cumming first was against the law unless otherwise ordered. Killian believed in abiding expectation, at least when it came to sex. The game had trained him well. He couldn't imagine there was another man on earth who could resist the selfish seduction of a desperate cock as long as he could.

It is beyond worth it to see this, he thought as he watched her cum. To know I'm the one who made it happen, and all because she'd trusted me enough to share this fantasy in the first place. He blocked out his desire to join her by focusing on the fact that every shudder, every thrash of her body was like a trophy engraved with the words 'Job Well Done, My Love.'

He was stunned when she suddenly let go of his leash shoved him off of her.

"I came. Get yourself off." she commanded. "Use your shirt to clean up after, and put it back on." Emma got to her feet and sighed as she re-dressed in Killian's pirate shirt and her red panties. A broad smile took over her face when Killian put on his cum-stained shirt. "Pause," she chirped casually, pulling on a pair of oven mitts.

"What?" he whined. "Whyyyyyyy?"

This was an element that had recently entered their gameplay. While the submitting party had no option but Lemon, to take what's dealt or stop the game entirely, the Owner could set aside and re-invoke the rules at any time.

Emma shrugged. "You came, I came, and the cake smells good. I wanna enjoy a slice without worrying about what to do with your stupid cock."

Killian's posture sagged. "Well could you at least punish me for asking why?"

"Nope," she replied as she tested the cake with a toothpick. "Hmmm . . . I think another five minutes." She hopped up on the counter. "No punishment. I called pause, you can do and ask whatever you want."

He pouted openly, at the same time feeling annoyed that he could pout openly, which only made the pout worse. It was a vicious cycle.

Emma giggled. "I already know when I'm gonna restart. I'll tell you if you ask." She swung her legs back and forth like a precocious child perched on a step.

At first he was determined not to give her the satisfaction. "If you need me I'll be in the bedroom reading a book." He left her in favor of historical non-fiction. (He was trying to learn the history of this realm.) His resolve lasted all of three minutes. He needed to know when she'd have him under the next challenge. His whole body expected it.

Sod the book, sod the damn pretense.

"Fine," he tried not to growl the word as he strode back into the kitchen. "Emma Swan, my dear one and only, when do you plan to un-pause us?"

"When I'm done eating my piece of cake - not when you're done," she added hastily. "Me. So it won't matter how fast you eat piece. I mean, if you decide to have a piece." She shrugged. "Totally your call."

Killian knew the pause actually was part of Emma's game because it was its own brand of torture. But in the meantime he had to sit around feeling unused. Almost lazy.

"Are you going to change into something else?" he asked. The right to ask questions was still bugging the shit out of him, but he figured as long as he couldn't change the fact, might as well go with it.

"Not until after I un-pause us." She took the cake out of the oven. "Wow, that smells good! Smell." She held the pan under Killian's nose.

It really does smell amazing.

Emma cut herself a more than generous piece and held the knife out to him. It (depressingly) went without saying that whether or not to take it was up to him. Again, as long as he couldn't change the fact . . .

She walked to the couch with a lively (mocking?) spring in her step and perched the plate of cake on her bare legs as she turned on the television. Her position revealed a teasing hint of red panties beneath his old pirate shirt, and it was all Killian could do keep himself in check.

"What are we watching?" He asked as he settled next to her.

"Pe-ur Pan," she answered through a mouthful of cake.

Peter Pan. The movie that infuriated him more than any other film in this realm.

She located the animated abomination via one of the streaming services they had at their disposal, and clicked play. Killian shoveled a large forkful of cake into his mouth, determined not to give her the satisfaction of leaving the room.

Just as he knew she would, Emma ate her cake one tiny sliver at a time, clearly planning for it to last through the whole movie. Killian supposed he could return to the Civil War, but he knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate on the text anyhow, and he truly did want to learn his new nation's history.

Killian also couldn't resist bitching about the glaring inaccuracies playing out before him, even if it was only a cartoon. "I don't know where or how John M. Barrie got his information as far as names go, but it's - well look at me! I'm more like Blackbeard! I'm clearly a cartoon Blackbeard, and even he wasn't this pitifully whiny!" He shook his hook at the screen. "It's just a hook, mate! Get over it! My quest for revenge was about LOVE! Not an appendage!" He finished his cake, sat back, and tried not to stare at Emma as she watched the movie and nibbled.

When the end credits rolled, Emma still had cake left.

He was just on the verge of whining again when a thought struck him, and he couldn't believe he didn't think of it sooner. He scooted next to Emma so that their bodies were touching, and ran his hook up and down her leg.

"Love," he kissed her neck gently. No bite, no mark, just a kiss. "If the game is paused and I may do ad I choose . . ." More feathery kisses. "Then I can choose to make a normal advance, yes? As I would at any other time?"

Emma fought back a grin. Clever, clever man! "You can make an advance."

His hook dipped between her legs and traveled upward. "Then game or no, I want you."

She blocked the hook from reaching its goal. "Good for you. I'm also 'allowed' to turn you down jackass. Y'know, like any other day."

"A Lady can always say no," he said as his head fell to her lap with a frustrated groan. His lips were half-pressed against her flesh, so the rest was muffled. "This is the worst thing you've ever done to me!"

Emma's brain did a happy dance.

She heaved him off of her and swung her legs up on the couch, took another tiny bit of cake before putting it on the coffee table, and scooted her body into prone position. "I'll meet you halfway." She pushed up the shirt, revealing the message she'd written earlier.

'Get me off, win the tree.'

"I'm saying no to any sexy contact with this, " she slid a hand over the crotch of her red panties. "Not even with toys. And I'm also not in the mood for kissing," she pointed to the plate on the coffee table. "Mouth otherwise occupied. But anything else is a yes."

Killian got up on his haunches between her calves and caressed her knees, considering his limited options. "May I push the shirt up farther?" he asked.

Emma shrugged as she took another tiny bite of cake. "If I haven't specifically said no, you can do whatever you want."

You had to remind me, Killian mourned the freedom. But I need something. He watched her eat another paper thin bite. SOMETHING!

He leaned forward and lifted her right leg to meet his mouth, and lavished her wonderfully long legs with attention, kissing his way up to her thighs. He stopped far shy of her panties to ensure that not so much as a hair on his head touched the red-clad treasure. Even though only sexy contact had been refused, he didn't want to invite the temptation to push his luck. It was like being suspended between heaven and hell.

Killian knew she was enjoying his work. A quiet pleasured sound or tiny shiver occasionally betrayed her apathetic exterior. But she didn't break. Eventually he gave up trying and nudged her body over enough to lay on his side between her and the back of the couch, his head resting on her belly. He traced his hook slowly over the words written there, feeling incredibly grateful that Emma at least allowed him to cum before calling the Pause. He knew he'd be seriously considering Lemon if she hadn't.

"Please tell me you plan to make good on this," he said with a deep sigh as his hook ghosted over the T. Then the R. "I know it's not legally binding, but as long as I'm allowed to speak my mind I have a to tell you how I feel." He kissed the warm flesh of her midsection. "I'm desperate for that tree," he traced over the word with a firmer touch. "I don't care what you make me do to earn it."

Emma licked the last trace of the last bite of cake off her fork and sat bolt upright, empty plate in hand. "Unpause."

Killian groaned with relief and braced himself for some kind of command.

"On all fours," she ordered as she took her plate to the kitchen.

He obeyed, pulse racing.

"Be back in a minute." She trotted down the hall and came back not long after wearing a baggy sweatshirt, an old pair of paint-stained jeans, and beat up old sneakers. The opposite of sexy. But when she looked at him her eyes lit up, the mental image of his near future obviously spinning in her brain. It made everything about her incredibly sexy as far as Killian was concerned.

"Go wait for me in the car." she said as she rooted through their Toybox.

This time Killian remembered to get behind the wheel. His cock stirred to life somewhat when he saw Emma heading for the car with a small picnic basket I'm hand.

What are we going to play with? he wondered. A short drive and bit of a walk and you find out, mate. Eyes on the road.

Fifteen minutes later Emma was dragging Killian through the forest on a leash.

She detached leash from his collar and shoved him to the ground when they got close. "Crawl the rest of the way. Take these, too." She took the handcuffs out of the picnic basket and dangled them in front of Killian's mouth. He took them in his teeth and set off, eager as hell to be cuffed to the trunk. "Stand up, shirt off," she said when they arrived.

Emma waited for him to arrange himself as ordered.

"Mmmmmm," she exhaled, running her hands under his shirt over his bruise covered chest. "You're so pretty this way." She kissed and nuzzled at throat as she backed him into the tree trunk.

He immediately reached his arms around the truck and waited to be secured in place, glad as hell to finally be back in play.

She took the cuffs out of his mouth and sauntered lazily around the tree. His hook hand provided no difficulty. They always just secured the cuff to the first bit of flesh below his hook sleeve.

Killian shivered as the metal braces closed in around his wrists.

Emma stepped away and took in every detail of him.

Collared.

Marked.

Half hard.

She stopped in front of him without saying a word and took off the ratty sweatshirt, revealing a snug black t shirt beneath. She peeled off the t shirt to reveal a black tank top.

Instead of taking off the tank top Emma move on to her jeans. The jeans were all buttons. No zipper. She watched the bulge in Killian's pants grow bigger by the second. He was fully hard by the time she undid the last button.

He winced and sucked in a pained breath, trying and failing to ignore his trapped, throbbing shaft.

Black lace. I see black lace!

Naked lust flooded Emma's expression. "What should I take off first, Killian? Pants . . . top . . . ?

"Um . . . " he swallowed. It was a genuinely difficult choice. "The top."

He thought he was prepared for anything. He knew it would be amazing of course, but when she removed the shirt, it was devastating. Sure, it was just a plain white sports bra, but written across it were the words:

'Cock Slut'

His knees almost buckled.

"I thought you'd like that," she said with a grin as she shimmied out of her shoes and pants. "You were so patient with the Pause, I thought I'd give you a treat."

The bra and panties stayed on, but she tossed aside the rest of her clothes. She approached his straining body and sighed against his mouth, tracing her lips over his. Her tongue darted out in the occasional tease as she undid his pants. Rather than stroke his hardness, she pressed flush against his body, stared him in the eye, and held completely still.

Friction. Please! he silently begged.

She didn't move until his chest was heaving and she could feel the desperation radiating from his flesh. Thenshe began to roll her hips. Slow and ceaseless. It didn't take long to turn him into a helpless whining creature, and generously slick the front of her panties with pre-cum.

"Aaaaaaahhhh!" he cried out when she stopped.

"Don't worry, you'll like this," she assured him as she got a blindfold out of the picnic basket and dangled it in front of his face. "I'm gonna have some real fun now, Killian."

"Oh," he mewled as she blinded him, "oh finally!"

A half second later she crushed her mouth against his, fisting her hands in his hair to pull him deeper. He surged into the kiss, his tongue determined to meet her unspoken demand.

Deeper.

Deeper.

It was rough and endless.

Until it ended.

She detached from the kiss and released his head with a forceful shove, then nuzzled his nose while he gasped for air. She didn't wait for him to fully recover before quietly dropping to her knees and breathing heavily on his cock, her lips millimeters away from his hyper sensitive flesh,

"Oh!" he gasped. "Oh fuck you're brilliant!"

She tugged his pants down to mid thigh.

He sucked in a sharp breath and waited for more, but nothing happened. If not for the hot breath torturing his cock, he wouldn't even know she was there.

"I'm going to suck you for three minutes," she murmured. "I'm setting the timer on my phone right now. If you start to cum before the time's up I will stop and you'll be cleaning yourself off with your shirt again. Do you want more cum on your shirt, Killian?"

He shook his head aggressively. "No!"

Emma chuckled. "Didn't think so. If you do make it, I'll un cuff you and let you cum inside me." She waited for a response, but got nothing. So she bit his thigh.

His whole body spasmed and he grit his teeth to keep from yelling out a string of obscenities.

When my Swan gets into the swing of things, she doesn't hold back.

She stood up, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and pulled his head to one side. "I said," she growled, "I will let you cum inside me. And you say . . . "

"Thank you," Killian whispered.

Emma sighed happily. "The three minutes starts now."

He heard the beep of the timer starting, and before he could draw another breath he felt her lips slide over him. He didn't know whether to moan or die. His body begged for release while she stroked his length, and her wet lips and tongue played delicate circles over the head of his pulsing cock. Only seconds in and every muscle in his body was taught, quaking with urgency.

I will not let her down! He promised himself, repeating the words in his head like a desperate mantra.

His head flung back, mouth open in a silent howl when Emma went from teasing him to truly sucking. This was a part he loved to watch. Her so focused. Head bobbing up and down. Tongue handling every inch of him with precise care. But now he stood blinded, leaving the whole picture up to his imagination. With every stroke and lick he wondered what the looked like.

Is she watching me with that shameless stare of hers? Or are her eyes closed so she can put all her focus on - ooooooohhhhhh, keep doing that! he thought as she ran the tip of her tongue up one side of his shaft and down the other. Then tilted her head this way and that to suck and lap at the base of his girth while her hand worked him from the head down.

He forced long, deep breaths into his lungs when he felt himself start to swell. She wants you to finish inside her, he reminded himself. You have to make it! You WILL make it! He gulped down air and shook with pride when the timer go off.

"I'm impressed," Emma said as she rose to he feet. "You almost lost it a few times."

His cock pulsed in her hand as she went on stroking him with a light touch.

"How did you manage to hold on, hm?"

"I couldn't fail," he panted, "my purpose is to please you."

"Any other particular purpose?"

Killian shook his head with fervor, as if the question itself was morally repugnant. "Not a single one. I'm useless without you!" He felt her squirm against him but couldn't figure out quite what she was doing until the smell of her sex came close to his face.

She's taken off the panties! For the millionth time since his three minute hell began, his cock almost betrayed him.

She laughed, her voice low and cruel. "I've laid your shirt out on the ground, Killian. I don't care how great your cock is, I'm not getting my back dirty for the sake of a fuck." She bit his earlobe. "When I un-cuff you, you will hold still and keep that blindfold on until I say otherwise. We clear?"

"Absolutely," he warbled. He was genuinely surprised when he was able to hold his body upright without the aid of the cuffs. He listened to the sound of forest debris crunch beneath her feet. Only a few steps.

Thank you, Emma!

"Pants off, blindfold off, do your job. I assume you don't need it explained."

The blindfold was off and hurled aside before she finished the sentence.

This time he did go to his knees. She was a few steps away from him just as he'd guessed, propped up on her elbows, splayed out and waiting.

"That's a good look for you. Crawl over." She spread her legs wider and tilted her head back in anticipation of his cock. "Take your time with this part," she ordered while he aligned himself at her entrance. "You know that's how I like it."

He nodded. "I as well." True on a normal day, but in this circumstance he hoped the effort didn't end up killing (or humiliating) him. He slid slowly into the warmth of her beyond ready sex, clenching his jaw as he went, every second fighting the urge to go mad and lose himself inside her. He buried himself to the hilt. "And what does the Lady require now?"

She laid down and replied with the words Killian would have hated to hear an hour ago. "Whatever you want."

He burst with gratitude and relief from head to toe as he drove forward with the kind of animalistic force she usually appreciated when they played. Luckily, this game was no exception. He was certain that if she found his needy, unrestrained thrusting only a tolerable experience, he'd pay for it. Painfully. He was of course willing to take it, but guessing her needs correctly always made him feel like an especially successful lover. His spine rattled and muscles tensed as he spilled into her.

She held his hips firm to keep him deep inside until it was completely over. Until there was nothing more for her to take.

He withdrew and collapsed at her side, ambivalent to the dirt beneath him.

A few minutes later she stood up and shook out his shirt. Most of the debris shook off, but there were still a lot lot of dark soil marks left behind. "When we get home you're going to scrub this clean with a toothbrush," she said as he rose cautiously to his feet. "I'll accept minimal staining, but that's it."

He frowned. It didn't sound too difficult.

"Oh," Emma added as she helped him put on the dirty, defiled garment. "And I'll have the vid files of aaaaaalllllll our favorites playing right next to you. Full volume." She smoothed out his shirt. "I doubt I'll get . . . needy again - a girl can only take so much - but if I do, I'll take care of myself." She got dressed and packed up their toys. Everything except the collar around Killian's neck. That stayed on. "I might do it in front of you," she shrugged. "We'll see how I feel."

And suddenly LAUNDRY becomes erotic, he thought with a quiet chuckle. Never in my life would I have guessed it possible. He smiled. I have an impossibly amazing life.