The couple leaves town for the week and take things up a notch. Several notches actually.
**just updated to fix a bunch of typos.**
An isolated cabin in the middle of nowhere. The perfect place for a busy couple to celebrate their third anniversary. Far, far away from Storybrook. No villains, no monsters, not even those non - evil concerns like being the savior, a daughter (Princess daughter at that), or a fifteen year old boy less than a year away from getting his driver's permit.
No. Just them.
And the Game.
Emma had total control over choosing the place, and she'd considered very carefully about what she wanted. Killian, of course, was not allowed to know a single detail nor did she consult him on a damn thing.
"I'm picking our vacation spot," she chirped casually one morning over toast and coffee, and that was the last she said of it. It happened almost four months before their anniversary, but Killian knew right away what she was talking about, and he hadn't forgotten the deal they'd made the previous year.
Brilliant, he thought, now my imagination has four months to run wild.
And it did. Especially a month later when she announced they wouldn't be playing again until their vacation.
You amazing, EVIL woman!
Two whole weeks before The Day she cut him off from sex entirely. The last few days before they left, she upped it to as little physical contact as humanly possible. During which time Killian discovered how sensitive the human body could become.
The Toy and Clothes box came with them of course, as well as a gift wrapped box of what Killian just assumed was a new toy - or perhaps selection of toys? He was under strict orders not to get her anything.
"I get to spend a good portion of the week controlling your every move, sweetie." Emma explained with an affectionate smile, as though they were having a romantic fireside evening. She kissed him gently and nuzzled his nose. "I doubt you remember how to think for yourself by the time we come back. That's gift enough for me."
Killian took a long, long shower that night.
They left early in the morning. On the drive to wherever they were going, he prayed she'd start something. Anything. Cuff his arms behind the seat? Make him beg for sex? Hell, at that point he'd settle for something basic like a blindfold.
It was a two hour drive.
"I wanna go for a walk," Emma announced with a yawn and long stretch, arms above her head and back arched. A move that drew her ab muscles taught, and emphasized the curve of her breasts. "We'll unpack later."
She grabbed a backpack from the trunk, threaded her fingers with his, and off they ventured into the forest along the narrow hint of a trail. Killain sucked in a sharp breath and broke out in goosebumps at the contact. She'd touched his back that morning while putting getting milk from the fridge, and brushed by him on her way to the driver's side of the car, but nothing else all day.
Are we doing something like at our tree back home? What the hell is in that backpack?!
"Hawk!" Emma said with an animated little hop, pointing at the trees to he left as the majestic carnivorous bird took flight. "Wow, that's a big one. I didn't know they got that big!" She gave his hand a squeeze. "Aren't they beautiful?"
"Yes," Killian replied, genuinely trying to appreciate the animal as much as he knew he should. As a sailor, he'd sometimes witnessed the spectacle of gigantic whales, orca pods, and dolphins frolicking in the ocean, cresting and falling playfully - sometimes seeming as though they were intentionally putting on a show for their human audience. On each of those rare occasions, Hook had stood mesmerized despite himself. His usual callous and cynical nature temporarily shed as he admired and envied the happy creatures.
But this was a unique circumstance. He had no idea if Emma meant to start things that night, or the next day, or even the next. They had the place for seven days, after all (the one and only thing he knew about the excursion), and for all he knew she meant to keep him waiting until the last three. Only painless orders and mind games until then.
Emma's demeanor remained casual throughout the the stroll. Killian estimated they'd gone about three miles before turning back, but it wasn't a challenging trail. Flat. Minimal fallen trees or boulders to navigate. Not much of an exertion for either of them.
Along the way Emma withdrew binoculars from the backpack, as well as water bottles, bags of almonds and pretzels to munch on, and a birdwatcher's guidebook.
Nothing fun? Killian lamented. Nothing at all . . . ?
They'd only gone about a half a mile on the return trek when he felt Emma's hiking boot strike his back and went hurtling to the ground.
"Finally," he sighed into the damp soil a paper's width from his face as he clutched the soft forest debris on either side of him.
Emma crouched at his side, her foot still firm on his back. "So here's what happens. You stay here, I'll text you when I get to the cabin, and I don't care if you walk or run back."
"I'll run!" Killian declared.
"Might wanna think twice, sweetheart." She removed her foot so she could crouch low to his ear. "I've had months to plan this. Last year you took it up a notch on me and you did such a good job, I figured I owed you the same. We're going to some New Places this week, Killian. You should conserve your energy while you can."
Killian tried to swallow. "What if another person comes along?"
Emma stood up and brushed the dirt off her pants. "Doubtful. The closest cabin is ten miles away and it's not hunting season. Still . . ." She tilted his head up with the tip of her shoe. "If you hear someone coming you can either get up and duck behind a tree, or tell them you're laying here because I told you to, and you're a pussy whipped idiot. . . " She crossed her arms and shrugged. "Again I honestly don't care which. Doesn't change any of my plans. Anyhow, keep an eye on your phone on the way back, I might be sending a few little presents."
Killian didn't know or care how long he'd been laying in the soggy dirt when the text came through, rescuing his sanity in what felt like the last seconds before he lost his mind.
You REALLY. SHOULD NOT. RUN! He reminded himself every time he started to go from a quick walk to more of a jogging pace. The urge to chuck caution and pay the consequences later was nearly overwhelming, but he knew without doubt that Emma would indeed outdo his performance the previous year. When she sets a goal . . .
The first time his phone jingled, it was a prerecord end audio file. No narration. Only sounds.
"Aaaaaaaah," she sighed. "Oh . . . mmmm - OH!" Click.
That message had Killian running for fifty yards before discipline prevailed.
The next message was a vid file. The shot began at her bare feet, which were crossed at the ankles, and meandered up her long legs. As if that wasn't torture enough, when it reached her thighs, they began to part, slowly moving out of frame as the shot continued to crawl upward, finally stopping and zooming in on the elegant fingers working her center.
"Such an expert," he groaned, officially gone from half hard to painfully needy as he stared at the moving image and listened to the sound of her pleasure.
Ring and index fingers had her splayed wide open so he could see it all perfectly. Middle finger entering her to a shallow depth, taking the chance at every retreat to stroke or rub her clit.
He replayed the image twice then spent several minutes running the least sexy thoughts he could conjure through his mind in a loop until he was himself soft enough to walk at least somewhat comfortably.
He'd drawn just baaaaaarely close enough to see the head of the trail when his phone buzzed again. An actual call. Video call.
Her head was thrown back against what looked like . . . No, he thought incredulously. Even she wouldn't be so bold!
"I've . . . I've . . . " her words were shaky and stilted, oscillating in pitch. She was obviously still touching herself. "I've b - been on the porch this whole - ahfuck, oh God! this whole time - AH! AH!"
She's not bluffing! He realized with enormous shock. She really is leaning on the porch rails!
The image went away abruptly, but she was so loud he could still hear her in the distance.
Sod caution! He ran down the trail as though the forest behind him was engulfed in flame.
When Dominant, Emma was adept at controlling the time and pace of her orgasm, so she waited until she Killian crashed through the tree line to start really letting go. Reclined sideways on the top step wearing nothing but one of Killian's old shirts from his pirate days, her thighs tensed and released madly while one foot slid and jerked on the second step doing its best to hold her in place on the top step. A huge challenge as she lurched and bucked into her own hands.
"Mm - mm - mm - mm - mm!"
The chant went on as Killian toppled to his knees at the bottom step. All he wanted to do was plunge between her legs do everything he knew she loved there, but he knew he couldn't. Not without permission. So he stayed on his knees at the bottom step and watched her cum.
"Ah, AH! AAAAAAHHHH, oh! Oh!"
Killian grit his teeth, wishing to God he could at least undo his pants. The jeans offered no flexibility at all, so he was stuck. His distressed cock strained against what amounted to a brick wall while he crouched within reaching distance of his Owner and watched her cum.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she slumped against the railing and sighed. "You're so lucky I let you fuck me at all. I'm sure you've figured out that you're not actually a necessary element."
"Of course not," Killian agreed, shaking his head. "I'm only grateful you are willing to use me. I'd kill anyone who tried to free me from your service."
Heaven help the soul who tries, he thought.
Emma held her hand out to him. "Clean it."
He breathed in the smell of her climax as he crawled up the steps and took her index finger in his mouth.
"I guess you are a useful accessory." Emma mused.
"Thank you," he whispered before continuing with his job.
"By the way," Emma said breezily as she sat upright and gave him the other hand. "There's a reason I needed you not to see the rest of the cabin before we went on the walk. And why I needed to get back before you." She grinned, and her eyes lit up in a way that suggested she knew all the scandalous secrets in history. "I've made some adjustments. Y'know, added a few things. Things you'll have to work for. I also wanted to make sure everything was set up correctly and properly secured.
Emma laughed at her Pet's puzzled expression. "There was nothing in that gift wrapped box, it was a mislead. This place is the gift. I bought it." Her smile dripped with obscene trouble. "We can do whatever the hell we want here."
Killian was shocked, and it must have showed.
"Not only that, the trail I took you on just winds around inside ten acres. All fenced in with big red No Trespassing signs posted all over the place." She shrugged "I suppose someone could hop the fence, wander all the way through the treeline, and see you tied to a post in the yard with a ball gag in your mouth. But we're over a hundred miles away from anyone who knows us, so I assume you're willing to risk it." (One of their rules was that they could make one another risk possible discovery, but nothing as far as, for instance, sending him to a shop in Storybrook wearing a leather collar and one of his Special Shirts.) "Am I right?"
Killian's whole body burned with the (small) possibility of so much humiliation. "You can trust me to please you always - or at least try my best, and suffer if I fail." He shrugged, shoulders shaking at the mental image of such a thing happening. "What do I care if a stranger I'll never see again finds out how far I'll go to to satisfy my Princess?"
He'd finished cleaning her hands while she narrated the potential scope of his very near future, and she slithered down the steps to press against him, moving her hips around as the look of cruel condescension was replaced by flat out threat.
"Good. You know what's even better?" She reached between their bodies and massaged his agonized cock. "We probably won't be able to visit here often at all, but when we do . . .?"
Killain couldn't help but groan as Emma's hand became more aggressive.
"We can be as twisted as we want . . ."
A harsh squeeze.
"As loud as we want . . . wherever we want . . . "
Do not cum!
"And if we get a call from our quaint little town about any kind of trouble, we can Normal Up, head back . . . " she used her other hand to run fingers through his hair before pulling back with a harsh tug. "And as far as anyone we actually give a fuck about would know, we spent the our time hiking and rafting."
She undid the button on his pants.
Please unzip me, please unzip me, PLEASE!
She chuckled, completely able to read his predictable mind. (Predicatble when he's my Toy, but I'm always surprised what he comes up with Owning me!) of course she denied him the privilege of more freedom.
"Not blindfolded, or gagged. . ."
Killian mewled desperately.
"Certainly not chained to a wall for hours on end, begging every minute to take the crop!"
She let go of his hair, and he found that his neck barely had the strength to hold his head upright.
"Go to the front door and kneel in front of the mat!"
He obeyed and she followed him up the stairs.
"Read it!"
"Surrender or leave." The perfect welcome mat for us.
"Well?!"
"I will never leave you," he insisted, gazing up at her. "Ever. Nothing could be more miserable!"
Emma placed her hand on the doorknob, but then paused. "You know what? You're filthy as hell. Stand up."
He stood.
"Shoes off, hands behind your back, and close your eyes."
A second later he felt what he knew would come next. They clamped down on his wrists. Not their regular police style cuffs. The other pair. Wider cuff. Tighter, but lined with a soft material for at least minimal comfort.
"I have to walk you through the house and I really can't have you seeing the living room or bedroom yet." With that, she opened the door, pushed him over the threshold, and guided him along to the bathroom.
"You can open your eyes now." She said as she undid his cuffs and hung them in the hook meant for a robe.
The bathroom at least looks ordinary. What has she done to the rest of our new Playhouse that she won't let me see it? Although brining furniture into their home designed specifically for bondage purposes was out of the question, they'd both researched a bit out of curiosity. Thus, plethora of tantalizing possibilities all but took over Killian's mind as he waited for further orders.
"Clothes off. Put them in the basket, and get in the shower." She waited until he was in place to continue. "Do you see where I've marked it?" She asked. There was a black line drawn next to the hot/cold dial on the 'hot' side. I'm sure you've figured out that I managed to sneak up here a few times in the last four months to get it ready, and one thing I did is find out exactly how hot faucet water can get and how long human skin can take it. That Mark?" She nodded. "That's just shy of scalding as long as you're not in it for too long. You're going to turn it to that spot, then turn around and do everything you can to stay hard." She picked up the phone sitting on the sink counter and opened the stopwatch app. "It takes about a minute to get to full temp, so I'm setting this for six. If you're not still hard when you step out, I'll do it, but I will be pissed." She set the timer and left the room.
Is she SURE humans can take this? He wondered as searing water rained down on his back and his erection began to wither. Yes. He was certain she'd done her homework carefully in preparation for this. She'd never truly endanger you. . . he closed his eyes tight and tried desperately to picture the most erotic images he possibly could as he stroked himself. The time I made Emma tell me words and phrases describing her and wrote them all over her body. . . 'cock slut' . . . he struggled to remember more. 'Useless without orders' . . . God this hurts, ASK FOR HER HELP! He ignored his body's plea, instead firming his grip and speeding his stroke even more. 'Begs for cum'. . . uh . . . 'devours cock' . . . 'obedient Toy' . . . and . . . ? AND?!
"Fucks like a whore!" He yelled at the top of his lungs just as the timer went off.
"Yes," Emma purred as she stepped back into the room wearing a black fishnet dress with nothing underneath. "You really do."
Her smile went away when she saw that he was only half hard. Though he did feel the terrible sting of letting her down, he was amazed he'd managed even that.
"I tried, I swear it!" He whined.
Emma heaved a deep sigh and looked beyond annoyed as she dropped to her knees and sucked with all the enthusiasm of a bored housewife who was a thousand percent done with her husband.
The blowjob may have been unenthused, but it was skillful enough to get him hard again, and to his surprise, she kept going until he came. She turned her head and spit it in the shower when he finished.
"Thanks Killian," she said, her voice cold and caustic. "Thanks for ruining that. The bedroom is across the hall. Go." She stood up and followed behind.
The bed was against the wall in the center of the room, and fixed to the wall directly across from that was something Killian recognized from browsing bondage websites.
A Saint Andrew's cross.
Crisscrossed wood beams with eye bolts running down the sides to affix manacles to wrists and ankles at whatever height one pleased. This one had a platform about six inches off the ground for a person to stand on, and a few feet away was a two rung ladder - he assumed for a person to stand on if they wanted someone's hands cuffed to the higher bolts.
"Oh," Killain whispered. "That is genius!"
"You think I need to be told that?" Emma yelled as she kicked him into the room. He barely managed to hold his footing. "Those beams are fucking heavy -" she shook her head as if a bug had flown near her face. "Dammit, I'm so pissed off that I forgot something!" She stalked out of the room. The bathroom door was still open so Killian watched as she yanked a towel off the rack. "I was going to get you straight out of the shower and chained to that," she indicated the fantastic object as she threw him the towel. "Dry off - then I'd blow you, crop you as long as I felt like, and show you the rest of the house." She paused. "Then a few other things I might still let you have."
His cock twitched a bit at her words, but was too recently spent to do anything else.
Emma's tirade went on. "But now you have to pay for your stupid failure, so I have to go off plan and think of a good enough punishment."
"Have you?" Killian warbled as he ran the towel hurriedly from head to foot.
Emma put her hands on her hips and looked him over. "Hmmmmmmm. Yeah I got it." She walked to the closet and withdrew a metal bar with manacles attached to both sides, then a pair of his old black leather pants from the Pirate days. "Put on the pants, Spread your arms out and bend your head." She bowed her head in demonstration, and when he had the pants taken care of, she placed the bar at the nape of his neck. "Hold the bar at the ends while I get you cuffed in."
Once he was properly secured, she walked to the bed and tore off all the blankets, dropping them in a messy mound next to the bed.
"See these?" She lifted a restraint at the foot of the bed that had been hiding under the mattress. "There's another set up there." She nodded toward the head of the bed. "Make the bed. I'll decide if it's neat enough, and when it is I'll strap you down, and make you as mad as I am right now."
She sat on a cozy stuffed lounge chair in the corner and read a book while he struggled to accomplish the assigned task. It proved more difficult than Killian thought it would be, but not too bad. Thus far, it didn't feel like a punishment.
Which means she's ramping up to something . . .
When he announced he was finished, she inspected the bed and freed him. Only to shackle him to the bed a moment later, his arms and legs splayed out with a bit of slack to squirm around. She took a small cedar box off the bedside stand and placed it next to his body, then pointed to the St. Andrew's cross as she strolled to the foot of the bed.
"That thing is the tip of the iceberg, you should see the rest of the house." Her voice dropped to an octave of dark chocolate and spice. "Do you know how I did it all, honey? I hired some help." She leaned down and slid her arms along the bedframe with a soft sigh. "A few guys to handle all the nails and screws."
He never got offended when other men noticed Emma's beauty, even if that notice came complete with a dirty leer. But the thought of another man actually having her was his personal nightmare, and she knew it.
"One of them was nothing to write home about, but the other? Mmmmmmmmm." Her eyes fluttered shut. "Damn, he was sexy. Taaaaaallllll, and an athlete too, so, y'know," she giggled, "really in shape. Especially the arms. Did I mention tall?"
Her smile grew wider as Killian clenched his jaw.
"And he had a great mouth. Mmmmmmmm . . . every time he talked I thought 'you must be great at licking pussy.'"
He knew her story was part of the game, but every word still felt like a paper cut. A shallow wound, but oh God, the sting! He hissed, writhing against his restraints as she went went on, her tone growing heavier and heavier with lust as she spoke.
"There are two ways you can imagine me paying them, Killian. One: I said thank you, handed them cash, and waved as they drove away." She paused and enjoyed watching him brace for option number two. "Or maybe I only did that with the one guy. Maybe I asked the other one to let me blow him instead." Emma rolled her shoulders, and let her head fall back as she let out a deep moan, fully committed to the fantasy. "He didn't say a word, Killian. Just pushed me to the ground and unzipped. Imagine that, sweetheart. Me kneeling right here, in this exact spot, with another man's dick in my mouth." She waited for his reaction to amp up, but it didn't.
"Picture it!" She barked. "I can tell you're trying not to! Do you want me to leave the room?"
"No."
"Call all this off and drive us to an adorable vacation lodge closer to town?"
"No!" Killian's pulse hitched, half afraid she would actually follow through on the threat.
"Something with a beautiful view? We could find a few nice restaurants, or go dancing -"
"No!" He mewled breathlessly, pulling even harder on his restraints. "I'll picture it, I promise. Everything . . ." (She always does something AMAZING when you do especially well with a punishment, mate! Don't cheat yourself!) "Every detail . . . I swear."
Emma laughed softly as she watched him wince and writhe. "Good. Where was I? Oh right, I was on my knees ready to pay. I wanted to do my best because he'd been so helpful. He deserved quality payment. I got my mouth around the head of his cock, but then we ran into a problem." She stared at her trapped, squirming Pet, her eyes dancing with vicious glee. "Can you guess what it was?"
Killian knew, and he clenched his jaw so hard he wondered if it was medically possible to fracture it that way. "Yes."
Emma leaned forward enough to stroke his straining legs. "Clearly."
He shut his eyes tight and did his best to prepare for the oncoming verbal assault. Despite the instinctive burn of jealousy, he couldn't help but be proud of her boldness.
How far will she take it?
"I could barely take him any deeper, and I tried." She flashed a sultry grin that slowly melted into a sneer. " Are you furious yet, you fuck up?"
He couldn't even muster the words to respond. Just growled and kicked as the image of Emma's mouth stretched wide around this faceless man's impossible cock consumed his mind.
She shrugged off his lack of reply and continued. "He tried to stop me right away, but I wanted to suck him off so bad I was already wet - oooooooooh, you wouldn't believe how wet - it was unreal!" A sullen pout fell over her features. "I asked him to please let me keep trying, but he said no."
Killian swallowed and drew a shaky breath, desperate to make sure she couldn't see how relieved he was that the story was over.
"Instead he threw me over the bed like this -" she pitched forward and landed with her palms flat on the mattress.
Of course it doesn't end there! He admonished himself. She'd never end a story on her own failure!
"Got my pants down and . . "
"I know, I know," the former badass Pirate whined like a hapless schoolyard scapegoat, "he fucked you."
"No. He warned me." She sighed. "I still don't know why. The man helped me assemble a bunch of bondage furniture, he had to know the kind of fuck I could take. Still, he said a dick like his could hurt so much, he wouldn't believe I really, really wanted it unless I begged." Her hips started to rock as though seeking friction against the empty air. "And you know how good I beg, don't you?"
Killian nodded as the mental image became even more vivid. Her eyes wide and pleading, her voice all trembling whimpers and needy cries - but most of all it was her words that got him hard. 'Please, please Hook! You can crop me head to toe! Make me crawl after you every second we're alone! Not go down on me for a MONTH, I'll take it all and say thank you every day, but please fuck me now!' . . . And she could go on and on like that, humiliating herself beyond belief.
"I know," he warbled. "You're stunning at it. Utterly."
"Yesssssssss," she purred, the pace of her hips quickening somewhat. "I can't remember the exact words I used with him. Something along the lines of 'I want it to, I'll say the word Orange if it's too much, but my pussy wants to take it so bad I don't care if I'm in bed for weeks to recovering.' Mmmmmmmm," she sighed. "Finally the guy believed me. He had to ease in first, of course, but then?" She thrust hard against the bed frame, tensing and hissing like she could truly feel it, then went on lurching violently back and forth as she struggled to hold her half prone posture.
"Uu - uu- uu - uu - uu!" Her performance perfectly imitated the effect of a strong, driving fuck.
And he saw it all. 'You can't!' He wanted to shout at the invisible man. She is NOT your Princess, you've no appreciation for - he hapted the train of thought immediately. MIND THE GAME, JACKASS! You are HER Plaything and you will do as she commands,or call yourself a failure! With his pride as a submissive on the line (pride and submission being a strange and twisted partnership), he accepted the bone deep burn of hatred, and resumed his job. Rather than demand that his rival release what he'd lawlessly taken, Killian pictured the event in full.
He could see her end of things with his own eyes. Hair thrashing, eyes clenched shut and mouth flung open as she cried and whined with increasing volume.
Now fill on the blanks as you were told. Each detail . . . A moment's hesitation could be the difference between a reward and Lemon, so he charged ahead without pause. He's gripping her hips . . .
Emma suddenly flung her body down, chest flat to the mattress and forehead fallen between her hands, which clenched the blanket beneath her for dear life. Killian adjusted his mental image accordingly while her thighs thrust over and over again against the footboard with rattling force.
He's got her by the back of the neck and pushes her down, then keeps a hand on her back to see she stays.
Shrill declarations of praise for the man's cock and his ability to wield it poured nonstop from her mouth in broken syllables.
He adjusts his angle a bit . . . why? (Every detail) . . . To make sure his cock leaves her full depth stretched and sore. She begged, he delivers. His gut twisted into angry knots.
"I, it, ah! AH! He - was - ah - ohfuckyes! So, so amm - mmm - mazing, I CAME! I CAME! I CAME sooooooooooOOOOOOO . . . " her final shout grew and grew, then quieted to soft, happy sounds as she went slack on the mattress.
Again Killian's body flooded with premature relief.
"Mmmmmmm . . ." Emma pushed herself up just high enough to look at Killian. "He told me how I was better than cash . . ." She mused lazily. "How he'd never nailed a woman who could take him 'till he came . . .
We're almost there, almost there, almost there, he chanted to himself, ready kill the man he could now clearly see in his imagination. The man leered at him, standing smug behind his conquest as she remained bent over the bed.
She stood up and undid his ankle restrains as she went on. "Before me, he said it was all 'no, stop!' midway through. There were Handjob women . . . 'cum on my body' women . . . 'I'll watch you jerk off'. . . " she swept her disheveled hair to one side and started to crawl slowly up Killian's body. "But I took every second . . ." She gave him a tiny smile when she came to rest at his waist and leaned over to free his arms. "And I stayed wet. I stretched around that cock like a rockstar! Every time he went deeper it felt like too much, like I was just too tight, but by the end? Sweetheart, I was taking it almost easily." Her head rolled back as she peeled off her fishnet dress and guided his newly freed hands up the contours of her body. "And he was right about the pain, I did everything I could to avoid walking for days . . . "
She dug her nails into his chest so hard his back arched and he had to bite his lower lip to keep from yelling as she scraped down his torso. "But I'd do it again." She leaned down until her nose was less than a centimeter from his. "The next time you ruin my plans, I will strap you to this bed take it from him right in front of you!"
Killian drew a deep breath and swallowed, trying to wet his dry throat. "That's only if there's a next time though, right?" He asked hopefully. "I've paid for this time?"
"Yes, you've paid." Emma said as she moved back enough to undo his pants and stroke him. "Really nicely." Her tone rang of genuine praise. "I know how much you hate the thought of me with another man."
Killian nodded, his eyes fluttering shut to enjoy the gentle touch of his Princess.
"But not women," she said with a bemused sigh. "You'd be happy to leer at me and another woman while we came."
"I apologize, my perfect . . . my stunning Princess. I swear, I hate myself for for it. A worthier man would - ah!" He gasped as she increased the friction of her grip around his rigid arousal. "Would get over it and allow you anything you desire." He winced, the pleasure of her touch and disgust at the thought of her with another man warring in his gut like opposing armies both dedicated to their cause. "I am meant only for your pleasure, oh, oh! I . . . no other p - purpose, and my failure -"
He gasped as she straddled him and lowered herself so slowly he shook with lust, eager to be surrounded completely by her heat.
"For m - my - fail - ure . . ." He stopped to gather his wits. "Ooooooooh . . . Swan, you are so generous not to toss me away!"
"Would you come crawling back if I did?" Emma asked as she guided his hands to her hips and prompted him to lead their pace.
"Yes!" Killian hissed, trying not to buck into her and only pull her her forward and back as she rocked her hips. "I'd crawl back and beg! Beg you to accept my one selfish limit in exchange for - oh God you feel so fucking good! - for months of total- ah! Ah! Absolute Slavery!" His words spilled out fast, the tone oscillating from quivering and shallow to a frantic shout. "I'd b - b - beg to be terribly hurt! The crop day in and day out! Leash and shackles! Deny me all but bread and water! Anything to be back in your hands!"
"Good," Emma panted, her core shuddering with every declaration as she leaned down and reached for the small box she'd placed next to him.
Killian gripped her hips tight with anticipation, the curiosity causing him to slow their rhythm.
She withdrew three long metal talon - like objects with bands beneath to fit over her fingertips. She put them on her left ring, middle, and index fingers, then used her pinky and thumb to put three more on her right fingertips.
"How's this?" She dug the blunted ends into his chest.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" He cried out, arching off the bed and struggling not to let the harsh pain distract him from Emma's pleasure. "Yes!" He cried as he bucked into her and gripped her sides for dear life, almost afraid he'd fall off the edge of the planet when he came.
You're my anchor, Swan. My tether.
"Yes!" He cried. "Yes, bruise my skin! TEAR AT ME!" I, I, I deserve, deserve it!"
The strong metal claws raked down his flesh. If not for their bluntness he was sure he'd be terribly injured. As it was all he felt was pain. Giving him pain meant she was willing to spare him the agony of ending the Game.
Torso.
Sides.
Chest.
Emma ordered him to flip them around so she could punish his back, too. She let him thrust wildly for a minute, then dug into his shoulder blades and ordered him to cum.
She wasn't in full orgasm, but close enough that he could feel the tense and release of her slick walls around his shaft. That plus the intense sensation of metal talons assaulting his back was enough to drive him over the edge.
Emma panted and mewled softly while he came shouting words of gratitude, and breathless promises of complete obedience. She gave him no time to recover before ordering him down on her, and intentionally distracted herself as much as possible to ensure he'd be at the task for a while.
She thought back to twenty year old Emma. That girl had never even done an intent search on this subject, figuring she'd rather not know what was out there beyond the basics. She was certain she'd never have a real Playmate anyhow, so knowing (and wanting) such things would only make her feel more isolated and ashamed. With those factors now completely obliterated, she felt completely free and fearless.
When they first began to discuss the hypothetical idea of a third person, the typical stereotype emerged. Emma proved to be heteroflexible within the context of the game. Unless she was, say, rewarding Killian with a show for being a good Pet, or Hook was demanding she lick pussy, she had no genuine sexual interest in women. Killian, meanwhile, was perfectly comfortable acknowledging the beauty and/or appeal of an attractive man, but being truly honest (A MUST when writing new rules) he proved to be just territorial/possessive enough that he was sure he wouldn't be able to stomach watching Emma service anyone but him. Hypocritical as hell, but true. He'd sooner take on a man himself if his Princess demanded, but even that was too uncomfortable for them to allow it in Gameplay.
He's so good at this, Emma thought as he found a spot inside her that sent warm arousal coursing over his fingers while his talented tongue traced feathery lines and circles around her clit. Other thoughts!
. . . we'll need a break to eat something after this. Protein. The key to a good Game is pacing. Hurt and/or fuck hard. Challenge. Rest. Go again a different way. We really do know what we're doing! They'd figured out all sorts of ways to keep the submissive in his or her place without any physical exertion on either of their parts. Sometimes the challenge is patience.
She already knew that patience would be Killian's next challenge after they ate.
It's all about staying focused on the reward when you're shackled in the closet, or sitting at your Owner's feet while they watch Netflix . . . remember him in the beginning? She thought, stroking his hair with pride as he lapped and lapped at her center. He was amazed I could stay wet just sitting there with my hands and feet taped together. Or following him around with a gag in my mouth while he did random chores.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm." She moaned, letting herself nudge a little bit closer to orgasm.
He gets it now. Men can't stay *physically* aroused for so long the way a woman can stay wet, but he knows what it's like to feel ready as hell through a three hour pause. . . she thought back to a time when she ended an hours long pause by changing into one of their Play Outfits right in front of him. She spent another ten minutes touching him everywhere but there. After the long wait and teasing, he came almost the moment she started stroking him. A sin he payed for by losing the right to touch her until after sunset, meanwhile she could get him hard and ride to her heart's delight.
Killian nuzzled and nipped at her sex - coated thighs while his left thumb pressed firm to her clit and rubbed with determination.
Now you're serious! Emma grinned, beginning to writhe and let go of other thoughts.
His other four fingers pet and massaged her centre until he knew she was perched on the edge. Then he sunk two fingers into her, curling and stretching as they went.
The whole digit. Fingertips. Knuckles. All could be used to great effect in service of a woman's pleasure, and Killian knew how to wield all three with uncommon skill.
The training made you great, he reminded himself. Long before he started talking on the submissive role and she would make precise demands, his role of Owner had been helpful as well. After being granted the prize of full on sex for surviving whatever trial he'd devised, he felt honor bound to note the reactions elicited by his every move, and hence improved tenfold as a lover both in and out of Gameplay. *She* made you great. 'What the hell is that!? Do it this way!' . . . 'Are you trying to rub my clit OFF MY BODY? Tongue only, cock if you lick well enough' . . . the list goes on. He'd discovered many things on his own as well, and it all amounted to a level of creativity and hyper awareness that would have shamed the old Hook. He laughed at that man's bloated opinion of his sexual prowess. You were a hack, mate. Had some nerve waving all that arrogance around like a flag! . . . OH! His thought process was interrupted when he pushed a third finger in and the slippery muscles inside her went mad, clutching and shivering, pressing eagerly against the friction as he stroked a particularly sensitive spot.
"Ah! Aaaaaahhhhhh, yeah! You're - worth - I'll - keep - YOU!"
And she's gone. Killian thought with delight, still tending to her pleasure in time to the repeating crest and fall of her climax.
"Thank you." He whispered when she finished, resting his head on her belly.
"I'll let you see the rest of the house in a minute."
"May I crawl?" He asked, since the only absolutely forbidden question was 'why' unless the Owner stated otherwise.
"I seriously haven't beat you down enough yet?" She asked, pulling him up by the hair.
He shook his head. "We've a whole cabin full of new things to play with, yes?"
"That's right." Emma replied.
"Use me on all of them, Swan. Please."
She chuckled. "I'm not gonna spend my entire day indulging your need to be humiliated, Toy." She let go of his hair. "Just the thought is exhausting."
"We do have a whole week." He whined pitifully as he dusted her belly and chest with delicate kisses. "We could alternate normal days and Playdays." The kisses rose to her throat and up the elegant line of her outstretched neck. "I just want to know . . . " kisses, kisses, kisses, "I've taken everything I can before we leave."
Emma made him wait until after lunch to see it all. He crawled to the dining table and ate with his eyes closed.
"Okay."
He heard her rise from the chair and felt a wide leather collar close around his neck.
"Stand up."
He obeyed.
She attached a thin chain leash to his collar, and ordered him to walk whether he liked it or not as she drug him to the center of the room.
"Open your eyes."
He found himself looking at a bizarre combination of rustic cabin decor, and several items of bondage furniture. His leash was only about a foot and a half long, and Emma jerked the chain as though prompting a horse to move.
Across the room from the couch was an eight foot tall sturdy wooden frame with ankle restraints at the base and eyebolts for more manacles running all the way up the sides and top.
"I've got all kinds of cuffs in those cabinets." She pointed to a lovely China display hutch in the far corner. "Some metal, some softer, different chain lengths . . . some toy options. A few of the toys are specific to me, but mostly they're for either of us."
Killian drew a ragged breath. "Amazing."
"It's pretty similar to what's in the bedroom, only with this there's 350 exposure." She chuckled and moved close to hear. "Imagine me in it, Killian," she purred. "My arms pulled way up . . ."
He drew up the mental image, and it made him shiver.
"My legs could be chained together, or maybe high and wide."
Killian whimpered. He wasn't actually recovered enough from the previous events to get hard again, but that fact annoyed the rest of his body. His mind took the brunt of the torture, as it was swimming with images of a helpless crop - marked Emma.
With a toy inside her that I control from the couch.
Still nothing from his cock but a slight twitch.
Damn you, male body!
His eyes went to something pushed against the wall that looked like a two step ladder, only it was angled wrong and included padding. Emma followed his gaze.
"Yeeeeeaaaaah," she whispered, trailing her fingers down his spine before yanking him along toward the thing. "It's a discipline bench. You kneel here on this tilted beam, and lean over the top beam. I could cuff you to those handles or just make you hold on. The storage chest/coffee table is pretty standard. Various gear inside, I put on a longer than necessary top and added the legs for tying up possibilities - do you see why I said you couldn't take it all in one day? We're not even done yet. I really love this next one!"
Kitty corner from the couch was what would have been a normal chair except there was no middle to the seat. It was split in two in a V formation with footrests five inches off the ground. Manacles attached to the lower back legs, and bolts on the upper back legs to provide another option. He knew exactly what it was.
"T chair!" It was an item they both found especially enticing. The idea was that the Owner sat in the chair, and the Pet knelt in the empty space between their legs, and performed the obvious job with hands cuffed in such a way that they physically couldn't move their head too far away.
The taste of lunch in his mouth had replaced the taste of Swan's orgasm, and he wished he still had it. It would add that much more to the mental image.
Emma sighed. "Me and my little helpers made all this stuff from scratch. Everything but the actual naughty accessories came from Home Depot."
Killian couldn't help but grin at the thought of some clueless guy in an orange smock helping Emma select wood she would use to build obscene furniture.
"I did get a great deal on the cabin and land, but no way would I have been able to afford ready made stuff." She pressed against him, pulling his groin flush against hers. "So I googled plans, made some connections with a few twisted people - thank you, Internet - and here we are, sweetheart." She pulled the leash and granted him a long, meandering kiss. By the time she pulled away an outside observer would think the two were just making out like a normal couple if not for the way Killian was dressed.
Leather pants, no shirt, leash and collar. Not exactly a guy's Sunday Best.
"So this is it?" Asked Killian.
Emma nuzzled his nose. "Just one more thing. And it's what you're doing next." She walked him to the back porch and pointed to a plain wood pole sticking out the ground a few paces shy of the treeline. "Don't worry, it's sanded and sealed, you won't get splinters."
His heart raced. New places? Understatement!
She raised an eyebrow at him, and he could almost hear it asking: is this too far? Do you need to Lemon out?
Despite the fact that his heart was pounding at the thought of being out in the open, their location and circumstance made the odds of discovery ridiculously slim.
Killian drew a shaky breath and answered her unspoken question. "Am I to be shackled or roped?"
"Rope," Emma replied with a smile. "It's more rustic."
"Always the details with you."
It was a much softer conversation than they usual had during the Game, but he figured they were both too caught up on their strange, complex version of romance to bother repressing the usual anniversary sentiments.
Emma fetched a rolled up length of nylon rope from a hook next to the door, as well as two wooden plaques from the hook next to it. There were several plaques hanging there, all painted with words. The two Emma selected bore the phrase 'Pussy slave' and 'available for use' respectively.
"What do you think?" She asked. "This one?" She held up the 'slave' option. "Your choice."
He knew it was a challenge. To see if he had the balls to not only compromise his dignity out in the open, but to then make a (hypothetical) public whore of himself as well.
One step further than ever before . . . he mulled it over with the seriousness of a man on jury duty. What's the verdict? In the end it was the promise of reward that made the decision for him.
"That one." He pointed to the sign announcing the free use of his body.
Look how proud she is! Killian beamed as she wound her hand around his leash and walked him to the pole.
The leash came off, collar remained on, and Emma assured him she'd have all the windows open in case he needed the Safeword before she trotted back to the house.
Luckily the weather that day was neither too hot nor too cold, and Killian was quite used to being tied up. (Sex games notwithstanding, he'd pissed off a lot of people as a Pirate, and many of them managed to capture him over the years, if only temporarily.) Given his familiarity with imprisonment, the long ream of soft rope around his midsection and lower legs felt downright comfortable. So he gazed into the dense forest. Birds and squirrels darting about. Even a deer.
When he heard a branch snap to his immediate right, he assumed it was another deer.
Until he saw dark black hair and realized that, though he could barely see it, there was a narrow path that let out less than twenty yards away from him. He clenched his jaw and shook violently.
If you can hardly see them, they may not notice you!
When it became obvious that the (female) person was headed his way, he opened his mouth to bellow Lemon at the top of his lungs and yell out a menacing threat like 'you're on private property, turn back or I call the cops!' before she could gain a clear view of his body - much less the open solicitation around his neck.
He got at far as "Le -" when something struck his notice. She was in full view, obviously close enough to see him, but she had yet to react in any way.
And no one hikes or hunts dressed like that . . .
Her top was short sleeved snug red lace, the lace so flimsy he could see the bra beneath. Likewise red. Tight black jeans, simple black shoes.
No! . . . would she? . . . No! But the only reason they hadn't ventured into this territory before was because everyone knew everyone in Storybrook, and all it would take is for one Playmate to get drunk or pissed off and start talking. Also, with the singular exception of Captain Hook, the idea of banging a fairytale creature whose stories she'd grown up with creeped Emma out.
But now we're far away from - then he noticed what the woman had around her neck.
A collar.
My God, she did!
The woman finally acknowledged she could see him when she reached the head of the trail and came sauntering over, a pleased smirk shining on her face.
"I owe Boss Lady fifty dollars." She chuckled in a mocking tone as she traced her fingers over the letters on his plaque. "I didn't think anyone would go this far. If you chose the other sign my orders were to say nothing and turn back."
Killian squirmed in his ropes and struggled to form words as a pulsing erection ached against the cruel force his extremely restrictive pants.
"Brilliant! She knows how I need to be treated." He assured the woman with a deep sigh. "Always."
"Yes I do." Said Emma as she approached from behind. "Here's what's happening," she informed him as she came around to face him and drew her arms around the black haired woman's hourglass figure. The woman accepted and leaned into the embrace, her hands caressing Emma's thighs. "I own you and her. But we both own you. Got it?"
Killian nodded, too overwhelmed to bother with words anymore.
"This is a whole new level of obedience, Killian, so here's what you get in return . . ." she undid the woman's pants and slithered a hand beneath the red lace panties.
The woman's eyes fluttered, but her gaze never left his as a wobbling, hungry smile tugged at her lips.
"You're going to sit in our new chair, Killian, and she . . ." Emma brought the hand that wasn't down the woman's pants around her throat. ". . . is going to be cuffed in and suck you off while I film."
This hurts! He could barely tolerate the pain of being trapped in his pants while he imagined this new woman's mouth on his cock. It's too much!
"Then you're going to tell me - honestly - how she did." Emma tightened her grip on the woman's throat and forced her head to the side to growl on her ear. "If my Toy gives you anything less than a stellar review? You'll never play with us again."
Killian could read the look on the woman's face as though it were his first language. She was desperate to do a good job and gain a reward.
"And if . . . if I do it right?"
Emma let go of her throat and dug deeper into the panties, middle finger brushing her damp clit.
"Then you sit in the chair and . . ." Emma shivered openly, thrilled at Killian's lust - drunk stare. "Well, he's done so much today, so I'll let him relax and film while I lick you."
"Oooooooooh," the woman sighed in Killian's general direction. "No wonder you work so hard."
Emma threw her toward the poll. "Untie him." She massaged him through his pants while the woman struggled with the knots, eager to get to the next part and prove she knew how to handle cock. "Oh, and before I forget, Brown Eyes -"
Killian assumed he was to call her only by names of authority, but it excited him to know Emma apparently didn't want him to know her name. The thought was a momentary distraction from the rest of Emma's declaration.
"The Toy and I are going to rest for a few days after this, but then he's going to take control." She snatched the woman away the moment Killian's ropes fell loose enough for him to finish the job. "And he can be one sick, mean fucker," she growled.
Every time she praised him he felt like a King. Even when playing a slave.
She bit the woman's earlobe hard enough to elicit a gasp. "I have no idea what he'd do with both of us, but if you get him off good today, and think you can handle it -"
The woman nodded vigorously.
Killian did try to objectively judge her cocksucking skills, but as he came and she swallowed, he realized it was difficult to separate how much he owed to her throat, and how much he owed to looking around the room and imagining what wonderful new deviant challenges he could devise in the very near future.
He decided she did indeed deserve a stellar review.
Emma and Killian fell into bed completely spent that night, but both were looking forward to Thrusday. Brown Eyes would be back, and Killian already had a few ideas.