How To Play (and why)

by Coal15

SMUT. Sub/Dom. "She spent the first several months of their relationship talking herself into, then out of, telling him. A distracting cycle of nerves and frustration. They were so happy together, and having one unsatisfied fantasy wasn't the worst thing in the world." But Hook will go to any lengths to satisfy his princess. Did I mention SMUT?

9. Unbreakable

IMPORTANT NOTE: I am so sorry it's taken me nearly a year to post another chapter of this! I had it almost completely finished in February, but then I contracted a life threatening illness. I'm basically fine now, but it was a hard recovery. I struggled to get the hang of writing again for weeks, so I hope this chapter is okay. Let me know if I'm not back up to snuff yet! ;-)

Saturday's event was just the new playmate's basic audition. She gave Killian head, came when Emma went down on her, and left. It wasn't until the next day that Emma emailed her with strict orders.

'Thursday. No later than 9 a.m. Arrive in Church Whore attire (I have explained what that means, so get it wrong and you'll be sent home), no underwear. We also want you wearing a ball gag and cuffs. When you get here you are to stand absolutely still at the edge of the tree line and wait until we're ready to play.'

Killian and Emma agreed on no physical contact at all in the meantime. Even masturbation was conducted quietly and in private. Emma did remain in absolute control of Killian, but they agreed that she wouldn't order him to do anything normally associated with Gameplay like crawl at her feet. She just told him when to get up, get dressed, what to wear (normal clothes only), what to eat, etc.

Conserving their energy and imagination for Thursday took top priority.

They also wrote up two new sets of rules. Cabin Play, and Plaything's Contract. At home the whole point of suddenly "announcing" an urge to submit was to give the Game spontaneity. But any of course a trip to the cabin would require advance planning, which would come with the implicit understanding of Gameplay (in one for or another). So they agreed that during a cabin visit both of them should get a turn to be in charge. However, the one who began as submissive would have to wait until their Owner decided to give up control. That way there would still be a bit of uncertainty involved. The Owner's "switch word" was Saturn.

"And we should alternate the starting Owner every visit." said Emma. "Like, for our next visit you own me until we switch."

Killian agreed. "And whoever owns first must initiate active Gameplay early enough to allow a few day's rest somewhere in the mix."

"Good thought!" Emma smiled as her Pet wrote down the rule. "I'm glad I let you have an opinion."

In the end, Cabin Play rules read:

1. We try to visit the cabin at least once a year

2. We alternate the starting Dom

3. We both get a turn at Sub/Dom

4. The switch word is Saturn

5. The Sub is allowed ONE unsolicited request per visit

6. Human Toys (like Brown Eyes) will be exclusive to Cabin Play

7. We co - own Human Toys, but the current Dom decides when and how to share

Just before they went to sleep that night, Emma muttered their switch word.

The sweet, adorable couple spent their Thursday morning snuggled together on the porch swing while Brown Eyes waited patiently a the edge of the treeline, still and silent, watching her Owners coo and chat.

"Mmmm," Killian sighed as he nuzzled Emma's throat and ran his hand down the smooth, soft cotton of her dainty blue skirt. "A perfect choice of wardrobe for the pair of you, Swan. She looks a proper demure thing, save for the gag and manacles."

"Thank you." Emma happily accepted the praise. "Should we use her now, honey? Or do You wanna wait?"

"Hmmmmmm . . . " Killian gazed thoughtfully at the metal collar and solid steel leach propped against the porch railing waiting for someone to entrap. "She has stood there for over an hour." He ran his hand beneath Emma's skirt and dug his fingers into the meat of her thigh. "Remember Pet, you're to help me with her."

"I remember," Emma breathed.

Killian moved further up her thigh. "I've a difficult enough time breaking down one slave to her liking." He dug in harder. "The thought of two is exhausting." He grabbed her by the shoulders without warning and tossed to her feet. "Go fetch the thing."

Finally! Brown Eyes thought as her new Owner approached, and perked up even more when she saw what Owner had in her hands.

Emma locked the metal collar around Brown Eyes' throat and thrust her forward with the attached rod, which was about three feet long.

"Move!" Emma commanded, steering her from behind. When they reached the top step of the porch, she gave the rod a harsh downward tug.

Brown Eyes fell to all fours in front of the doormat. A small rectangular black box with the words Plaything's Contract lay on the mat.

"That's for you, obviously." said Killian as Emma removed Brown Eyes's, collar, restraints, and gag, and returned to snuggle in his lap. "Read it out loud. Stutter once and we'll make you clean the entire cabin before we so much as touch you."

"Yes, Sir." She got out the piece of paper, smoothed it down, and began:

"One: I have no rights but the Safeword. Two: I have no choices or opinions unless told otherwise. Three: the question why is never to be asked. Violating this rule will result in dire consequences, possibly my dismissal. . . " she paused to absorb the thought. "Four: I will refer to my Owners by titles of authority unless told to do otherwise. Six: I exist solely to be owned, fucked, and punished. I have no value outside of this function." A few spaces down there was one final sentence. "If you are twisted enough to agree to these terms, sign at the bottom of the page."

"Sign 'Brown Eyes,'" Emma added, a little annoyed that she and Killian hadn't thought to make the expectation clear. "Playthings don't need names. You will never ever have one while you're here."

Heat surged through Brown Eyes' body as she snatched the pen from the box and hurriedly scrawled the assigned moniker. They'd barely begun and already Emma and Killian were proving to be the most creative Masters she'd ever submitted to. Letting go of my NAME! A small detail on the surface, but making her shed it completely as a pre-requisite for official Plaything status? Fantastic!

"I do hope Brown Eyes minds her manners," Killian mused. "I loathe an ungrateful Toy."

Emma wrapped her arms around his neck and nipped his earlobe. "I think she'll be good. You should have seen the look on her face when I fastened the brace around her neck. She's probably already wet."

Killian chuckled as the smartly dressed woman at his doorstep waited for further instruction. "An eager thing are we?"

Emma smiled and squirmed in his lap hoping to feel at least the beginning of hardness, but finding nothing. Her Pirate gave a knowing smirk as he pushed her to her feet.

"Go see if you're right." He whispered.

Emma wandered over and knelt down behind their waiting Toy. She pushed the flowing white skirt up over the elegant curve of her ass and slid one hand between warm thighs, fingers searching for the territory obscured between them. "Oooooooooh," Emma sighed as her middle finger moved slowly through the length of Brown Eyes's damp center.

Killian placed his hands on his knees and grinned, "And we've barely started. You must be a special brand of desperate, yes?"

"Yes," Brown Eyes replied with a shiver as the woman Owner found her entrance and circled it for what felt like forever before pushing inside.

"Damn!" Emma exclaimed, surprised by the Plaything's uncommon tightness. "It feels like she hasn't taken cock for a while, either . . . I mean seriously." She curled her fingers and thrust hard. "Have you ever taken it?!"

"Oh of course she has, Swan." Killian insisted as he rose from his perch before Brown Eyes could respond. He knelt down next to the thing and gently pet her hair. "No woman could do what she did so well on Saturday without quite a bit of experience." He pulled back on her hair and forced her to look at him. "Unless she's too obsessed with sucking and swallowing to ever take it out of her mouth. Is that all you do, Brown Eyes? Hm?"

"No!" Brown Eyes promised as Emma scissored and thrust.

"Doesn't matter either way, we'll have you well broken in by sunset." Killian shrugged casually as he let go of her hair and joined Emma, rigid fingers working alongside hers. "I merely want to know how much training you might require in order to provide us a skilled fuck."

"I'm skilled," Brown Eyes warbled as the quartet of fingers did wonderful things inside her. "I promise. But I haven't taken cock for two months. And-" she paused and resisted the urge to writhe her hips for more friction. Don't move till you're ordered to. "And I use things, things made for exercise, to get tight." It wasn't something Emma had asked her to do, but she loved being a submissive. A perfect Toy. Anytime she took on a New Owner, she did everything possible to provide excellence.

"My god, this is ridiculous!" Killian mused softly as he nudged Emma away and leaned over until his mouth hovered just above Brown Eyes' ear. "Do you miss it?"

"Yessssssss," she hissed as the Owner took his fingers from her pussy and focused instead on her clit.

"Scads of willing men about. You must have had offers." Killian's words said sympathy, but his tone as he worked her clit said I don't believe you.

Brown Eyes pursed her lips and rallied her voice. "N-n-new Owners are m-MORE important th-than some stupid easy cock. I - ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh - I always work myself into tight shape for New Owners. And for me."

"How's that?" Killian asked.

"So it hurts better," she whimpered.

"That was my criteria when I went gift shopping," Emma said with a low giggle. "IT couldn't be just a whips and chains freak, it had to be a really really dedicated Sub. Total pain slut."

"And this one fit the bill?" Killian asked as he ordered himself not to grow beyond half hardness.

"Mm - hm." Emma replied. "She emailed me a vid before I met her in person. Montage. Looked like it spanned a few years. One guy had a massive dick, and she kept begging him to fuck her harder-and this was after a bunch of other stuff. . . " she trailed off for a moment. "I mean if she hasn't had anything in months she must be out of her mind by now."

Killian sat back and considered options.

And considered.

And considered.

And made a decision. "You know," he growled, yanking the Plaything to her knees and grinding himself against her. "My Princess usually has to earn cock, but you? You're far too pathetic, I'd feel guilty." He stood up and pulled Brown Eyes along with him. "Emma you're to stay here."

Emma tried not to let her disappointment show, but Killian saw it anyway.

"Oh, don't pout love, you get to play with her when I'm done."

She smiled up at him. (They hadn't discussed it beforehand, but as their first co-ownership experience played out it felt natural to be more polite with each other than usual.) "Thank you, honey." Her eyes darted to the Toy. "And you say?" She barked.

"Thank you." Brown Eyes barely had time to say the words before Killian steered her over the threshold and slammed the door shut behind them.

Emma sat down on the porch swing. Who knows how long I'll be waiting out here . . . her sulking was tempered by the excitement of wondering what exactly he'd allow her to do as far as delivering punishment. She can take just about anything. Images from the Plaything's 'audition vid' flashed through her mind.

Meanwhile, Killian lead Brown Eyes to the bedroom and ordered her to strip while he sat on the edge of the bed and stared.

"What a sight," He said casually as she stood there, naked and waiting while he again took his time considering options. "The day is young, and I've got two of you to command," he sighed. "I can't spend all my energy appeasing you. Get over here." He indicated the space in front of him.

She obeyed.

"You know, I can actually smell the desperate state of you . . . " he took a long moment to let his eyes wander over her body. "You're going to do all the work, Brown Eyes. I provide the basic necessity, and nothing else. You have until I'm finished to ride at whatever pace you please." He undid his pants and got himself out, stroking from base to tip. "Don't bother me with too much racket, and I'll mark you while I cum. I'm quite certain it won't hurt as much as you'd like, but that's all you get for now." He indicated his lap and placed his hands flat on the mattress. "Go."

She straddled and took him instantly, clutching his shoulders and riding at pace that quickly rose from aggressive to frantic. "Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm!" Endless muffled, high pitched cries, her whole face contorted with the effort of keeping the 'racket' to a minimum.

Killian gripped the bedsheets and hissed. The hug of heated flesh made it difficult to suppress a reaction. Total apathy, he demanded of himself. Give her nothing! She must get off entirely on her own, if at all! "There you go," he whispered as though humoring a needy pet. "Theeeeeerrrrrreeeee you go . . . "

Brown Eyes desperately wanted her Owner's participation. For him grip her body and thrust without mercy. But he'd been very clear about her rights for the moment, so she forced herself not to ask.

"I must admit -" Killian rasped, working to keep his voice light conversational. "I'm enjoying this enough to brand you quite thoroughly."

"Ah!" Brown Eyes cried and sucked in a sharp breath as Killian bit down hard just at the rise of her right breast. Bit and sucked forcefully until her flesh throbbed. Every pleasure center in her brain lit up. She mewled and adjusted hoping to take him deeper, but he came before she could settle the position.

He stood up, sliding her to the floor, and zipped up his pants. "That had better be enough to tide you over," he said. "Your job now is apologizing to my love for making her wait."

"Yes Sir," Brown Eyes nodded, her eyes cast to the floor. "It was enough."

"Good. I'm in no mood to tolerate unsolicited begging. Now crawl to the living room and I'll decide how best to arrange you."

Emma was still on the porch swing when Killian stepped out.

"I have a gift prepared." He said as he held the door for her like a proper gentleman. "Come see."

Emma practically sprinted inside, immediately pleased by what she saw.

Brown Eyes manacled to the wooden frame, her legs splayed wide on a long narrow stool and arms outstretched like wings in mid flight, rising above her head.

"Oooooooooh," she sighed, leaning against Killian as he brought his arms around her waist. "It's perfect." The pair meandered over to stand in front of their trapped creature.

"See how I spoil you?" He murmured in her ear, tracing the outline of her face with soft kisses.

"Yes." The soft, fuzzy moment came to an abrupt halt when a certain detail struck Emma's notice. "What the hell is this?" She growled, harshly grabbing the Plaything's marked breast.

Her restraints rattled as Brown Eyes' whole body responded to the unexpected bolt of pain. PERFECT! MORE! She didn't dare ask aloud.

"She hardly worked for it at all, either." Killian snarled, his gentle embrace turning rough. "It was pure generosity on my part."

"Seriously?" Emma yelled as she grabbed her Toy by the throat. "Do you think being stupid enough to go starving for a few months gives you some right to a charity fuck?!"

"No." Brown Eyes whimpered. "I'm so sorry."

Emma turned to face Killian and nuzzled his nose. "What can I do to her?"

Killian grinned. "I wasn't sure I'd like playing with the two of us on equal footing, but so far . . . " he let the statement hang unfinished as he pondered the question. "You may . . . whip her . . . or simply give her a good verbal beat down." Never underestimate the vicious creativity of language. "Or both, I suppose. Honestly, the pitiful slut really did make a grand show of being so needy. Now that I think of it, I feel rather manipulated."

Emma stepped into what would have been The Plaything's personal space if she had any right to it, and glared. "I don't let anyone get away with using him!"

OhgodOhgodOhgod! Brown Eyes thought with rising anticipation as Emma walked into the room behind her. She heard the storage chest being opened.

Her other Owner crossed his arms and shifted his weight lazily to and fro. "Brace yourself." He warned her. "She excels at this. My back has barely recovered from Saturday's games."

"Uh!" Brown Eyes bit her lip and grunted when the whip struck her waiting skin. "Uh, uh, uuuuuuuhhhhhhh . . . " her pitch oscillated as the barrage went on, some strikes landing softly, others fierce. In contrast to her back, the other Owner's touch trailed delicately over the curves of her body.

"She looks wonderful Swan," Killian praised. "Like she can hardly take another second."

"I can!" Brown Eyes panted. "I can! L - let me, I want to - t - to PAY!" She yelled as another strike landed on her back. "Until I -"

"Until you've actually earned what he gave you!" Emma declared, drawing the whip back.

"Yes!" Ride it out! Brown Eyes ordered herself. As a team the two of them were proving to be the best of everything she loved in a Master. Ride-OH GOD! The intense sting was delicious and searing. Sub heaven!

Killian moved in closer and rubbed the Plaything's engorged clit with one hand while the other went on petting and kneading her breasts. "Is my Princess not talented?" He inquired, his gaze wandering to Emma, who remained totally focused on her task.

"Yeah," Brown Eyes panted in reply. "She's - AH! Ah, FUCK! Amazing!"

"She's equally talented at taking it." He nipped the Toy's earlobe. "You wouldn't believe the torture she's withstood. Even begged me to deliver."

Yes please! Brown Eyes thought as another strike landed and a new surge of arousal flooded her core.

". . . such strong lady, she is. Mmmmmmmm," he moaned when warm proof of their Plaything's obscene appetite reached his fingers. "That's enough, Swan," he commanded abruptly.

Emma dropped the whip and ran her hands down Brown Eyes's well punished back, panting from the effort of discipline. "Thank you. I feel better."

"Good." Killian purred.

"Should we let her cum now?"

Killian chuckled. "I suppose. Shouldn't take much, she's well on her way." He pressed his thumb against Brown Eyes's clit, stroking fast and hard while two fingers pushed inside. "Do whatever you please so long as it hurts, I think this one may be even more fond of pain than you are, judging by the state of her."

"Really?" Emma snaked an arm around the Plaything to feel for herself. "Wow!"

"My thoughts precisely-here's a question Brown Eyes, should've thought of it earlier-obviously you won't be parading this about town," he worked a third and forth finger inside the Toy with some effort, and thrust upward without restraint, as though trying to lift her. "But is there any part of you we ought to treat with caution?"

"N-no," Brown Eyes answered, still breathless. "I have a lot of dangerous hobbies, I'll blame one of them. I do it all the time."

Emma quickly swung around the wooden frame and yanked Killian's hand away from her. The two were so connected as a team, he knew why without even asking. The look on her face told him everything, so he turned his attention back to the Toy. "Did I ask for details about your life? No," he answered his own question. "Because they cease to exist the moment you step on this property, I thought that was quite clear!"

"It is," Brown Eyes mewled, wondering what hell they'd make her pay for the transgression. "I'm sorry."

"Pro tip, Toy," Emma wrapped her arms around Killian's neck and nuzzled affectionately. "The man is a stickler for rules."

Killian stepped back and took in the whole picture. Swan neatly dressed and unbound in any way. Plaything naked, manacled to a wood frame, hair disheveled from thrashing. "It's a shame for all three of us," he sighed. "I was going to let her do anything it took to get you off, even let you have a say in the matter. But now . . . "

Emma raised an eyebrow in his general direction. "Are we going to leave her there?"

Apparently Co-Ownership suspends the 'sub gets only one unsolicited question,'' bit, I haven't been keeping track, Killian thought. We'll have to make the exception explicit in the rules. "No. If she's just dangling there, she's not working. Frankly, she's yet to do any real work at all. I felt sorry for her so I gave her cock without the slightest bit of begging, and you had the good sense to make her pay what was owed. As I should have done in the first place." He sauntered up to Brown Eyes so his face was less than an inch from hers. "Isn't that right?"

"Yes!"

"If not begging, I should have at least made you suck me until nearly the end."

"I know," Brown Eyes nodded, struggling to focus on anything but the wonderful sting in her back. "I've been lazy and selfish."

"A lazy, selfish what?"

The Plaything's voice quivered when she replied. "Whore."

"You're lucky we let you be here at all, you know," said Emma. "I could have picked anyone. Is it time to throw you away and keep shopping?"

"Please don't," Brown Eyes whined, certain they'd make her cum like a maniac if she earned the privilege. "Please keep me! I know I'm trash, but please!"

Killian's grinned. "Now there's some proper begging. Fine, we'll let you stay. On to punishment. I forget, Swan, what did I have you wear under that darling outfit?"Um-"

"No, show me."

He went to inspect Brown Eyes' back while Emma unbuttoned her shirt. What he saw made his spine tingle. Line after line of angry red. "Very well done."

Emma beamed, shedding her shirt to reveal the sheer black lace camisole beneath. No bra.

"Isn't she perfect?" Killian whispered in their Toy's ear, careful not touch her back in any way that might inflame the pain she clearly wanted.

"Yes. Perfect."

He left Brown Eyes in favor of helping Emma out of the skirt. Her panties, of course, matched the camisole.

Brown Eyes squirmed and resisted the intense urge to flat out tug against her manacles while pair kissed and groped, completely ignoring her. They even undressed more. His shirt, her panties, his belt. She could see he was fully hard. Are they just going to have regular sex while I watch? She wondered. No, no he said he didn't want me dangling here doing nothing. They've got to put me to work soon!

"Mmmmmmmmm," Emma moaned into Killian's mouth as he kissed aggressively, teasing her nipples through the flimsy lace top.

He broke away suddenly. "Go sit down." He pointed at the T chair against the wall. "Keep quiet and wait, I need to explain a few things to the Toy before we continue."

Emma nodded and did as she was told.

Brown Eyes' throat ran dry.

"Listen carefully, you pathetic creature!" Killian growled and gripped Brown Eyes' face in a claw - like fashion. "If you wish to remain our Plaything you must earn what you're given, and you must remember the rules. At. All. Times. And you've done a piss poor job of both!"

"I know," Brown Eyes whispered. "I promise I'll do better."

Killian's took a deep, contemplative breath. "The cock was a service. The whip was payment. This next bit is punishment, do you understand?"

"Mmhm," Brown Eyes whined, full of equal parts anticipation and dread.

Emma shivered, wet and eager to hear what order her Pirate was about to issue.

Killian withdrew a key from his pocket. "Most ladies don't have such dirt low standards as to settle for anything hard inside them. They need proper attention first." He released the Plaything and guided her over to where Emma sat, legs splayed in the T Chair. "And that is what you will give my Princess. Proper attention."

Brown Eyes looked at her Owner. The woman was wide eyed and flushed, clearly impatient.

Killian continued. "Your job is to make her cum for as long as she likes. Neither of us will hurt you at all unless you succeed."

"As long as she likes," Brown Eyes repeated, her pulse racing.

"I'm worried you might get lazy again, so keep this in mind," he sneered, "I do plan to let you have a real fuck at some point, and how hard I fuck you depends entirely on how well you please the Lady." He shoved her to the floor between Emma's legs. "I know it runs against your natural instincts, but feel free to get rough down there if it'll help the cause." He gently tucked Emma's hair behind her ears, cuffed the Plaything's wrists to the back legs of the chair, and stood up. "She's all yours, love. Happy Anniversary."

Emma basked in his warm gaze for a moment before and turning her attention to the Toy. "Do this right, and I promise you'll like the reward. He'll destroy you."

"I'll do it right," Brown Eyes promise as she nestled in and drew her tongue slowly up the length of her Owner's lust-slick sex. "I'm a good pussy slave."

"AH!" Emma cried out, thigh muscles responding erratically as the Toy went on lapping and lapping in various directions, frequently employing the small steel bead in her tongue on the most sensitive places.

"Great pussy slave . . . " (nuzzle, lick, swirl) ". . . "Once made a woman . . . cum over and over for thirty minutes." (flick, flick, press) "Mmmmmmmmmmm."

The deep rumble of her Toy's moaning sent searing pleasure through Emma's entire body like torch fire. She tilted her head back, pleased to see Killian was stroking himself. "Th-thank. You. Hon-honey. Shhhhhhh, shhhhheeeee's-AH! Fuck! Oh, God!

Keep narrating! Brown Eyes ordered herself as the Owner's responses got more and more intense. The trick was to paint a clear erotic picture without neglecting her pussy. "Her husband planned" (lick all over over) "to watch and" (stroke clit fast, hard pressure) "and fuck me after" (ease off, barley there) but he gave up." (Tongue in deep, find a good spot and go like crazy, out to clit, back in, out to clit, back in. Again, again, again) She stayed on task while Emma bucked into her mouth, whining and shrieking her gratitude to Killian.

Orgasm one out of the way, Brown Eyes thought, glad to be one step closer to a reward. Keep going.

"He gave up." (lap, lap) "His wife was so fucking loud," (clit, lap, slooooow massage) "I didn't even hear him get behind me." (clit, tongue and teeth, light grazing) "Until BAM!" She clamped her teeth down on the fleshiest portion of Emma's inner right thigh. "He pulled me away," she murmured after Emma's cries quieted to a whimper, "and started fucking me like crazy." Brown Eyes sucked several dark blue/black marks into her Owner's thighs, stopping frequently to lavish her clit with attention.

"Oh! Killian, God, AH! She must be fucking DESPERATE for pain!" Emma's whole body lurched and shuddered in her obscene throne, every muscle going wild. "Oooooooooooh, you should . . ." the rest of her thoughts were incinerated by the heat of orgasm.

Killian keat stroking himself at a moderate pace despite the temptation to do otherwise. Watching Emma cum while their Toy licked her was incredible, but he refused to let the subservient thing have cock until his woman was completely spent. You bragged you could do it, now let's see it, he thought just as Brown Eyes dove in once more and made a meal of her Owner's ongoing orgasm, moaning and rocking her own hips in time to the rhythm of Emma's release.

"Mm!" The sound of Emma's pitchy cries filled the room. "Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm! Mm!"

Killian did all he could to ignore the ache of his rigid shaft while Emma's body went from thrashing to settled several times over. "Has she earned it?" He rasped finally, stepping close to run his fingers through her sweat matted hair. Please say yes. All he could think about was burying himself in their Plaything's ridiculous tightness while she watched.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhh," Emma replied with a deep, tired sigh as Brown Eyes slowed the stroke of her tongue. "She's . . . she needs . . . yes."

Killian nodded and yanked the Toy up by the hips, forcing her into a sharp V position, arms pulled taught against the chair's restraints. "I presume you expect cock now, yes?"

"No," Brown Eyes replied, panting heavily. "I want it. But expecting . . . " she paused to catch her breath, "would be arrogant of me." Her pulse raced as she felt the tip of his hardness ghosting at her entrance, teasing. Fuck me! "Use me however you want, Sir."

"Do it." Emma insisted as she grabbed the Plaything's hair and pulled to the side. "I wanna see her get off on being used like a cum rag. And this." She slapped the Plaything's back without warning. "She was a great pussy slave." Another slap.

Brown Eyes wailed, and a violent jolt ran through her body as she took every inch of her Owner's substantial authority in the space of a second. "Thank you, Sir," she rasped, bracing herself for further use. She went on wailing and moaning heavily as he fucked her - this time the way she preferred. Trapped, taken, ruined. They're perfect! She thought as the woman continued to knead and claw her abused back.

"Uh!" Killian groaned as he thrust deep, relishing the uncommon resistance of her snug sex. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Swan! She's! So! So - ah!" Her lively muscles tensed around his shaft, rippling with dark, twisted pleasure. He gave up on talk and focused solely on demolishing his Plaything's months of effort and self denial.

"Happy now?" Emma hissed between the captive's strangled cries. "Did you miss taking mean cock?"

"Uh-huh!" Brown Eyes panted as Killian moved strategically to stretch her open even wider. "Missed! So! Much!"

"Do it," Emma keened as she stroked herself. "She's yours, break her!"

Killian obliged, fucking their captive with total lack of restraint. His eyes, however, stayed riveted to Emma as she slapped and clawed the Toy's body and rode her other hand to climax number . . . ? I do envy women the multiple orgasm.

"Brilliant!" Killian cried out as the tide of his own final release rushed down his spine and up his legs, crashing together in the middle. "Bloody stunning! OH!"

"Hear that?" Emma practically sang with joy. "Good job."

When the Owner was done with her, Brown Eyes crumpled to the floor, aching and delirious, thrilled to have done so well.

"That was wonderful, Swan." Killian said breathlessly. "You must have searched high and low for such a dedicated slave." He nudged the moaning pile of sex between them with his foot. "Mostly low, I imagine. How did you obtain her for us anyway?" He helped Emma stand up and sidestep their Plaything. "I'm sure we weren't her only option."

"You and I are a great team, Killian." Emma said as she looped her arms around his waist. "When we agreed to meet in person I showed her ten minutes of our best work together on my phone." She shrugged. "I promised her if you and I took her together she'd, well . . . "

The pair turned their gaze to Brown Eyes, still cuffed to the chair and patiently waiting for another order.

"She'd get what these creatures love." Killian's voice oozed with certainty. "Do I have that right?" He asked the Toy. "No rights, no respect, no purpose but pleasing a Master?"

"Uh - huh." Brown Eyes replied softly. "I could tell . . . you'd make me work . . . both of you."

"Mmmm, speaking of work, when is it my turn?" Emma asked, swaying in Killian's arms.

Killian chuckled. "You mean when shall I make you crawl and beg? - Oh by the way, Brown Eyes, you're unnecessary right now, and I'm sure you know how to work the safety release on those cuffs. Go take a ten minute shower, then turn off the water and remain there until we fetch you."

The couple stood in silence until Brown Eyes left the room

"I'm too spent right now to even think about your turn," Killian sighed as he zipped up. "If waiting bothers you-"

"I'm fine with waiting!" Emma insisted, though she knew her voice muse have betrayed a hint of frustration. The look on Killian's face as he strolled to the couch was a grand trifecta of amusement, arrogance, and empathy.

"It must be one hell of a conflict," he mused in a lighthearted tone. "Which urge is stronger? To be challenging and inventive, as I know you are?"

Emma swelled with pride.

"Or to be an utter, shameless, relentless cock slut, which I also know you to be. In which case introducing the Plaything was probably a terrible idea on your part."

He's too worn out for physical play, Emma thought. So it's this now. He's got such great instincts! "Did you enjoy playing with Brown Eyes?" She asked.

"Immensely." Killian replied and motioned for Emma to join him on the couch.

"Then she was a great idea even if I have to wait for hours."

"Is that so?" Killian looked unconvinced.

Emma shrugged. "I should learn to be more patient anyhow. I'll wait until tomorrow if you need that much rest."

"I don't need that much rest!" He insisted. "And I could never be so cruel - to either of us." He paused and looked around the room, wracking his brain for something to keep the game going. He spotted the heap of Emma's discarded clothes and went with it. " Go put on something . . . inspiring."

Emma nodded obediently. "Should I come back, or stay in the room?"

"Come back, of course." Killian replied as he stretched out on the couch, cross legged and hands behind his head.

Emma wasn't gone long. When she returned, she was clad all in white. A knee length silk robe loosely tied, panties, thigh high lace stockings, and no bra. White leather collar around her neck. The only thing not white was the cell phone clutched between her teeth. Killian drew a deep, satisfied breath as he took in the sight. "You look marvelous, Swan. Bring me the phone, I'll choose what you get to watch." As Emma placed the phone in his hand, he had an epiphany. He wasn't sure what sparked it. Maybe the warm, trusting look in her eyes, or the all white attire, or maybe something more complex, but out of nowhere he was fully certain of one thing. One unbreakable fact.

The next time we visit this cabin will be on our Honeymoon.