Do I even have to explain anymore how completely this fic is? I feel like the fact is pretty well established. ;-) enjoy The SMUT everyone!
It was the one time they made an exception to the rule.
They both woke up on the morning of their anniversary with the same idea. He knew it, and Emma knew it.
Their normal rule dictated that Emma was only allowed to ask for his Ownership via a certain look. But that particular morning, such A special, important morning, Playtime was their mutual thought the moment they woke up.
No, it wasn't traditionally romantic as would usually be expected of an anniversary - but nothing about the roots of Emma and Killian's attraction and subsequent courtship had been traditional. Even from its very first moment. Emma had taken a huge risk in their relationship when she confessed her fantasy, and Killian's surprising commitment to fulfilling that fantasy only further cemented their bond. So it made sense to both of them to celebrate their trust and devotion by Playing for a while. A private, bizarre expression of their romance.
Given the special circumstance, Killian didn't mind when they stepped out of the shower and Emma immediately went to their "upgraded" Toybox and knelt in front it, her eyes cast to the ground, and fingers holding the combination dial, waiting eagerly for the order to turn it.
They'd decided months previous to venture into more blatant sex toys, and on the off chance Henry went snooping, which it he never did anyhow, Emma could tell him the lockbox contained important/dangerous magical objects, hence the extreme protection. (Though neither she nor Killian were seriously worried such a thing would ever happen).
Anyhow, Killian responded to the violation of their rules by ignoring her entirely while he dressed himself. All black. Leather vest.
Meanwhile Emma remained silent, and as motionless as humanly possible.
"So what do you want of me?" he asked while buttoning up his vest.
"Anything you ask," Emma replied.
Killian bent down and pulled her head back by the hair, fairly certain of his Emma's desire. "I said, what do you want?"
"The most you've ever done," she rasped. "Push me. We're both such screwed up people, Killian, and we've made it to two years. I should give you more than I ever have. Make me. Please."
I have never been more proud of myself, Killian thought as Emma's plea flooded his whole body with courage and determination. He remembered the way her hands and voice shook on the day she first admitted this desire. The long pauses and deep, uncertain breaths. She'd even told him about the two previous men she let into this aspect of herself, and what happened after. He couldn't imagine what it took for her to take the plunge again, with him.
With me.
He was a privileged man, and he knew it. I'd sooner die than fail you, Emma Swan,was the last thought he had before dedicating himself to the role of HOOK. The ruthless pirate. A man who did nonetheless loved his Swan, but still. Generally a selfish, stone cold bastard. Ready to give his woman what she begged for.
"Open the box," he commanded. "Clothes box too."
Needless to say, she obeyed.
He snatched the bit gag immediately and fastened it to her complaint mouth, then selected zip up, knee high leather stilettos from the clothes box.
"Put those on and get on the edge of the bed. All fours."
God, you're good at this, she thought, feeling unfathomably fortunate as she zipped up her scant costume. Are you thinking about where we started? Back when you needed a minute to warm up?
He set his phone on the bed in front of her. "You are not to move from this position until I call," he said, bent close to her ear. "and then you are only to a put me on speaker phone. I'll instruct you from there. Understood?"
She nodded, and he left the room without another word.
A powerful tingle shot down the length of her spine when she heard the front door open and shut.
She waited for the phone to ring, damp with anticipation. The wait went on . . . and on . . . and on. Minutes ticked by on the screen and it was all she could do to keep from squirming.
Stay still. That was his order, and in honor of their partnership she truly did want to up the game. Re - set the whole board, in fact. Be a goddamn statue!
. . . ten minutes.
. . . twenty.
. . . forty.
It was an hour on the dot since he left when the phone finally rang, and Emma's body was screaming for the sound of his voice when she answered and set it to speakerphone in the space of a microsecond.
"I'm parked one block away," he informed her with no hello.
She panted around then bit gag, and her hips rolled a little despite her effort to hold perfectly still.
"Are you posed as I left you? Precisely?"
"Mmhmm," Emma replied around the impediment in her mouth.
Hook sighed. "My good girl . . . my lovely, obedient thing. I'm thinking about the first time I ever truly challenged myself for you. You know, got my head 'round exactly the sort of cock slave you wanted me to make you be when we play this Game."
A high pitched mewl escaped her, and he chuckled, his tone dripping dark arrogance.
"It was that night I brought you take out when you were stuck working late at the police station. Catching up in paperwork, I believe. The cells were empty."
He paused and she heard the sound of his belt and zipper coming undone.
"That was the first time I needed not even one moment to take you on when you gave me the look." his tone changed abruptly. No longer seductive, but instructional. "Take the bit gag out of your mouth and tell me what I did then."
Emma ripped the thing off as fast as she could and answered, "you kicked the chair out from under me, and . . ." She paused to gather her senses and recall the night in perfect detail, not wanting to leave out a thing. "Then you told me to get in one of the cells and strip naked while turned out the lights and locked all the doors."
"And . . . ?"
Shit! Emma scolded herself. She knew she was forgetting something. "Oh! I also had to hold the keys in my teeth.
"Correct." He chuckled again, this time quieter and almost mocking. "You're earning yourself a lot of points, love. So far you've not skipped a thing. Keep it up and you' have no idea what delicious pains I'll reward you with when I arrive home."
"I can't wait." she whispered.
"Well that's too bloody bad, because you have to. I'll take over the story now. I set up one of the interrogation cameras to film us, took the keys from your mouth and locked us both in the cell. Then I ordered you to your knees, back against the bars. Can you still feel the bars, Swan? Those cold, cold bars?"
"Yeah." She replied and closed her eyes tight, trying to block out the powerful urge to pleasure herself as he spoke.
"I pulled your hands behind your back and cuffed you to the bars . . ." a fairly long silence passed, and Emma could tell he was stroking himself, enjoying the sensation he was steadfastly denying her. "I stood back to admire you in all your bare, desperate glory . . ." another long pause. "God, I've never seen a woman so blatantly eager. I got hard as hell, but I stayed still. I understood for the first time how much you wanted to suffer . . . the first time . . .
"Oooooooooo, thank you," Emma sighed, unable to contain the sentiment as she listened to his breathing grow shallow.
"I narrated some of what I intended to do to you for the camera. What did I say, Emma? - you needn't recall word for word," he clarified. "Just the gist."
"You said . . . " Emma's body ached for the sting of his ownership. "You said you were going to force yourself as far down my throat as I could take, and fuck hard. That if I needed Lemon I should shake my head and try to stand up. I trusted you . . ." she sighed. "I trusted you so much, that you'd notice if I did. . ."
"Get back to the fun bits!"
"I'm sorry. Um, then . . . then if I swallowed enough cum to make you happy, you'd use your belt and on my back and leave me sore for days."
"And I made good on my word, didn't I?"
Emma could hear the smirk in his voice. She adored how much he'd grown to love his role. It made being his Toy feel all the more satisfying. And motivated her keep pushing herself. Keep pleasing him.
"Yes," She whimpered. "You got it out in front of my face and I barely had a second to get ready before before I had to suck you."
"Mmmmmmmm," Hook moaned. "I told the camera how sweet your mouth felt. Gripped the bars to keep from collapsing and described it all. . . your tongue, the heat, how ridiculously deep you could take it . . . and - OH! Oh, oooooooh, how much you must love to be used in such a manner that you kept taking me on with no Lemon in sight. Not even a hint. I stared out at the room and fucked your incredible throat. I knew we'd be watching the footage later, and I wanted to focus on the feel of it all - and listen to all those lovely sounds you made. So busy. So resolute . . . now you tell me what happened next."
"You told me to get ready maybe a half second before you started to cum." Emma recalled, her insides hot and shivering at the memory - both of swallowing him and then stern belt that came after. She greeted every strike with a loudthank you. She'd worked for it. "I was so glad I took enough to win the belt!"
"Indeed you were, love. I remember that especially. How you whined, and begged, and praised. Every previous time I'd held back a little . . ." His breathing began to grow ragged and shallow. "I didn't wield the belt or the crop nearly so well as I do now. I believe I sold you short in those first months, Emma, but I - AH! AH! I mean . . . to make it up to you today!"
Just the thought of what might await her sent a slick tide of arousal coursing from her sex. Even her inner thighs were wet with lust. "I want it," she assured her pirate. "So fucking bad!"
"I will make you work!" Hook promised, his own voice rising as impending climax pulsed through his body. "Like never before! You will scream! Writhe! Serve my every demand!"
"Yes! Yeyesyesyesyes!" She was already cumming harder than she had in a long time.
"I'm going to be home in a minute, my Toy," he informed her. "You may touch yourself in the meantime, but DO NOT take your eyes off the mattress when I enter the room!"
"Eyes on the mattress," she repeated in a throaty voice as her right hand went instantly to her clit, relieved to be granted the right. "No looking. Promise."
Emma listened as Hook came. He hung up immediately after.
Hook walked into the room a minute or so later just as he'd said he would, and she likewise stayed true to her promise and kept her gaze riveted to the mattress as he walked around behind her. Through her sighing and gasping she heard the faint rustle of a plastic bag, and then:
THWACK!
A hard, wide object struck her ass with enough force to send her lurching forward. She gripped the blankets for support as the unknown object landed three more times.
Finished for the moment, Hook ran a gentle hand up her back and held the thing in front of her face.
"Apparently it's properly called a 'cheese cutting board.'" He said with a grin as he admired the amber grain of the wood. "This one caught my eye a few days ago on account of it has a handle, and I've been thinking since then how your ass deserves something a bit mooooooore . . . what's the word?" he stood up again and delivered another firm smack.. . . "More punishing than the crop."
"Uuu - uuu - uuu - uuu -!" the stilted sound escaped her in time to each strike.
"To! Remind! You! Of! Your! PLACE!" Hook shouted, also in time to the rhythm.
The pain of the makeshift paddle, and talent of her own hand at her clit sent orgasm barreling from her heated depths, sweeping through every muscle and bone with the force of a landslide. Hook ceased paddling when he knew she was at the height of her climax, and crouched down, his knee resting on the edge of the mattress as he slid three fingers inside her.
"Isn't she easy?" He mused, splaying his fingers as wide as possible against the clenching pressure of her readied sex. "So happy to be used . . . and I haven't even given her cock yet . . . " he slowed his ministrations as Emma finished, her incoherent cries turning to deep breaths and soft, grateful praise.
The pride and excitement of bringing her to orgasm always had some effect on his cock, but this time he'd already cum just minutes before, so the effect amounted to little more than a slight stirring. As he'd intended.
Give her a moment to rest, said the gentlemanly part of his brain out of sheer habit.
That's not what she wants! Was the Ruthless Pirate's immediate rebuttal. She wants to play harder than evermbefore, you idiot!
He knew that throwing her someplace in the apartment (or town) and fucking her relentlessly was a must at some point, but no matter what her body wanted, he was nowhere near ready for the effort.
Torture by way of deprivation, he decided. It's a win - win.
"You'll have to wait for cock," he growled as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her to her feet. "I can only satisfy so much of your need in one go."
Through the haze of survival and afterglow he saw a flicker of disappointment dance over her features, so he brought his face within a half inch of hers and growled. "If you dare complain . . ."
"I'll get nothing," Emma finished. "Just the . . . the normal anniversary stuff." She struggled to keep from showing any sign of worry. (and actually succeeded, somewhat to her surprise.)
"You wanted cruel," He held her by the throat for emphasis. "And you shall have it. Now," he let go of her and took a big step back. "You will remain dressed as you are, just the boots, but we're going to pause and eat something. And of course I'll need to relax for a while, but in the meantime, you needn't worry. I'll think of something to keep you occupied."
They left the bedroom, and Hook's eyes raked over her while she made them both pancakes. He periodically stepped forward to bite and suck at whatever piece of flesh he thought needed a mark.
Turtlenecks and scarves for at least a week, she thought, thrilled that he was exercising none of the usual restraint they employed with regard to those harder to cover up signs of raucous sex.
"Hmmmmmmm . . ." He sighed against the back of her neck as his hands roamed over her body, paying special attention to her breasts, kneading the soft flesh and frequently pinching nipples tight enough to make her body twitch. "Standing in front of a pan waiting for batter to cook strikes me as awfully boring." He bit her shoulder. "And I may not be ready to fuck you yet, but I want you generally prepared until I am. Can't have you getting bored." He disappeared down the hall, and returned with their wi - fi controlled vibrator. "Legs apart just a tad."
Emma obeyed and flipped a pancake casually, as though every woman took it for granted that her boyfriend might slide a sex toy inside her at any given moment. Practically a kiss on the forehead, really.
He leaned close to her ear. "I'll use it as I please in the interim, Swan. For minutes, or maybe seconds . . . like this -" Emma gasped when he set the control to full strength. "Or this -" he slid the control to practically nothing, and a low sound of thinly veiled disappointment escaped his Pet. "Aaaaaaaaalllllllll whenever I please." Hook turned the thing off completely, and a moment of silence passed. When he spoke again, his tone was light and conversational, with not the slightest a hint of sex painting his words. "It's the perfect morning for pancakes, don't you think? I love pancakes on a dreary morning." He sat down at the table and pointed to the large living room window. Only the thin layer of curtains was pulled shut, so one could easily see the lack of sunshine outside."
Emma gathered the willpower to pretend she was also calm despite being deliciously preoccupied wondering when the inert object inside her might spring to life again.
"Pancakes on a dreary morning." She chirped, her voice steady. "Yup." The sting of sitting down on her well paddled ass only served to spike her anticipation.
Hook helped her clear away and wash the dishes when they finished eating.
"Go put on panties, your choice which, and that . . ." he struggled to find the right term. "That sort of half - see through black robe thing I like so much." His eyes wandered over her body. "The one that stops halfway down the thigh. I'll be on the couch reading, and you are to stay clear of me by at least a good five feet."
"Can I talk to you?" Her voice warbled, but she managed to contain the urge to flat out whine.
"You may - but nothing flirty. I mean it, Swan. A single word designed to tempt me and I'll not fuck you until well after sunset."
"Got it." Emma replied with a nod.
Hook smiled. "Off you go then."
When, when, WHEN?! Her inner voice wondered with increasing frustration as she squirmed around on their bed and tried to give a shit about the book she was reading. Ninety minutes came and went without a single shiver from the vibrator. She was desperate to ask permission to touch herself, but that of course would be a reference to sex, a violation for which her Owner had made the consequence perfectly clear. If I ask to get myself off now, I'll be stuck waiting for hours for anything else. HELL NO!
She was in the middle of a sentence about a large scar on the protagonist's arm when her Toy announced itself with full force.
"Ah!. . .ooooohhhhh, oh, oh . . . " she rose up on her haunches and gripped the sheets, her hips rocking wildly to win the greatest possible friction. "Hook!" she cried out. "Hook!"
Not one sound came from the living room, but she continued to chant his name, certain he wanted to hear her on the verge while he oscillated his control through the full spectrum of power. It only lasted a few minutes, and the thing went still again. Emma stayed in place and went on whispering his name for a long time, hoping he'd start again sooner rather than later.
Later, Emma lamented when she gave up hope and finally collapsed to the bed. Dammit! . . . where's my fucking book? She fetched it off the floor and spent the next who cared how long learning about how the protagonist escaped his captors. She drew several deep breaths every time her Toy delivered a small shiver. Sometimes barely strong enough to feel. She was determined not to get too excited about what she knew instinctively would be a brief encounter.
The stupid protagonist was in the middle of a confrontation with the lead gillian when it finally happened.
"Get in here now!" Hook barked.
Hardly a second passed before Emma was standing in front of him on the other side of the coffee table.
Hook tilted his head to the side and considered the picture before him. "You've been obedient, as always."
"Thank you," Emma said with a nod as her fingers drummed at her sides.
"And how have I done?" He inquired. "Have I kept you wet?"
"Mmhm." Emma drew a shallow breath. "Almost the whole time. Wet or . . . at least halfway."
"Must have been awful for you. Have I raised the bar?"
"I'm in hell," she breathed, her pulse quickening.
"take it out of you and come here," he ordered, indicating the general area of her center. "Just toss it anywhere."
"Mmmmmm," she moaned with a happy shiver as she obeyed the order and approached him, standing between his legs.
"Don't celebrate just yet, Swan," he cautioned, running his hands over her waist and hips before slowly rolling down the panties that were soaked with half a day's worth of suspended arousal. "I promise you're not done suffering."
She stepped out of the panties when they fell to her ankles, and noticed to her deep satisfaction that Hook saw half hard.
He caught her noticing and smirked. "I can wait," he murmured in a tone of silken lust. "You need to work harder, and I'll damn well see to it that you do." His right thumb wandered slowly over her clit with just enough pressure to make her breath hitch, and thigh muscles react enthusiastically. "It's my job in this arrangement of ours, yes?"
"Yes."
"To break you down entirely?
"Yes!
"Leave you marked and aching?"
"Yes, yes, you're so good at it, Hook!" She'd panted frantically, excited by the dread of waiting longer to have him thrusting inside her. "So good, so, so -"
"Shut up!" He ordered. "God you get pathetic when there's cock involved."
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Do you not understand the meaning of the words SHUT. UP!?" He bellowed before taking his hand away. "It's time to listen, you unbelievable slut."
She waited to receive orders while he calmed himself.
"On all fours." He pointed to the floor in front of his feet. "Goooooood. Now, you shall crawl to our Toybox and fetch me every single item one at a time - carried in your mouth of course, I assume you know I expect you to crawl back as well." He leaned forward and nuzzled her face, running his hand over her hair as though she were indeed a prized Pet. "Bring the crop out last." He whispered before returning to his relaxed posture on the couch. "Go."
It seemed to take forever as far as Emma was concerned, and all she could hope for was that perhaps Hook would get too turned on to wait anymore and fuck her blind before she finished the task.
No such luck. Though he was fully hard by the time she set the crop in his lap, he hadn't even unzipped. Instead bearing what she was sure must be a great discomfort just to play with her. Almost mock. It was terrible and perfect.
Happy anniversary to us. Was their shared thought.
Her pulse went wild when Hook stood rose to his feet.
"Trade places with me. Still on all fours, of course."
She scrambled into position.
"I realize I've forgotten something," Hook purred as he set the crop down next to her. "Your back." He trailed his fingers delicately from the nape of her neck to the swell of her ass. "It's still pristine. I apologize for my oversight." He said as he gripped the hem of the flimsy fabric and tore it in half. "Not that your forgiveness is remotely relevant." He brought the crop down with a force unparalleled in all their previous Games.
Take the challenge! Take the challenge! Emma thought desperately, crying out over and over again, her pitch and volume warbling as his aggressive attentions went on. Every time she found herself on the brink of invoking Lemon, he moved to a different spot on her back. You have perfect instincts!
By the time he finished, Emma's arms had given out, her head fallen to the crook of her arm and mouth pressed to the couch cushions to muffle her cries and profanity - laden encouragements.
"Now that," Hook sighed breathlessly as he ran the crop over her back in a lazy, patternless motion. "Is angry, angry flesh." He had no idea how long he'd whipped his steel - willed woman, but he always kept an ear out for the Safeword and hadn't heard it, so he assumed she was still glad to receive the pain. He grabbed her arm and pulled her upright, only to kick the coffee table out of the way and toss her the ground again.
She landed propped up on her elbows, legs spread halfway.
Hook tapped the inside of their thigh with the crop. "A tad wider, dearest. I want you tight as possible, and you're so damn wet I doubt even a massive cock would have trouble getting in."
She adjusted her body as ordered, and Hook ran the crop from one signature to another. The deep purples and lingering reds he'd sucked into her perfect, pale skin. The red marks would go away soon, but some of the others were so dark Emma almost thought she'd wear them forever. Not possible, of course, but the idea made every slicked muscle of her core shudder.
To wear you forever . . . she thought wistfully.
Hook let go of the crop, undid his vest and tossed it aside. Followed by the shirt. Then shoes and socks. "You reek of sex, my Toy," he rumbled as his hands hovered over his belt. "Not even fucked yet and you smell like a ten dollar whore's motel room after a long day of work." He removed the last of his clothes and began to slowly stroke himself.
Emma mewled, openly squirming with anticipation.
"No one owns me but you," she rasped, her throat run dry as she gazed up at him, eyes swimming with need. "No one ever!"
"Bloody right!" He dropped down between her legs, flung them up at his sides, and pitched forward to loom over her, his body pinning hers into such a position that he could throw his hips almost straight downward to plunge past her waiting entrance to the full depth of her core. Which he did in a single thrust, finally burying his rigid, straining shaft to the hilt. He paused only a moment, then brought his hips up until only a the head of his cock remained inside her, waited another half a second, and brought himself crashing down again.
Emma clutched at his arms and grit her teeth, eyes shut tight. "Uu! . . . Uu! . . . Uu!" Her every stilted noise was interspersed with shallow gasps and growls as her nails dug into his arms.
It wasn't a fast rhythm he chose - but full and deep, so every inch of his length could enjoy the pleasure of plunder so decisively claimed.
Hook hoped he was using the correct amount of force. A force to make her throb and convey a complete lack of interest in what the pursuit of his own release might be doing to her back or ass.
Even in a usual round of their private Game, rule at this point was to be brutally selfish.
But this is no typical Game, he thought. It's our anniversary, and she specifically asked to be pushed and made to work like never before. And -" he further reminded himself yet again, she is NEVER shy about using Lemon. If she needs it, mate, she'll say it.
With that self assurance, he let go and began to thrust with total abandon, as though he meant to drive them both right through the floor. Not long after, the thundering pulse of orgasm charged down his spine like a wild animal suddenly provoked into action.
Yours, yours, yours, YOURS! He cried out to himself as he let out a long groan and spilled deep inside her center. Relief shivered through him when the mindless thrill started to taper off, quickly replaced by the intense need to collapse.
"So," he asked, gulping down air as he spoke, hoping she was coherent enough to respond. "Do you . . . .feel . . . adequately . . . used?"
"Used?" Her head lolled around "Oh . . . yeah . . . really used." Her gaze finally landed on him, and he could see the thick haze clinging to her expression. "You took fucking everything, Hook. I'm not gonna feel like myself for, God . . ." A soft, exhausted chuckle escaped her. "Who knows how long."
Hook summoned all his energy to place a soft kiss on her lips. "Since this went so damn well, chuck the guidelines again and just say right now that this time next year I'll be your property."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," Emma snuggled up next to him and rusted her head on his chest. "You've got a deal, Pirate."